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  1. Hey guys! I’ve got another short Omo story to tell ya about my new girlfriend. Before I was completely sure that she is into Omo, and not just being playful, I decided to “test the waters” one night while we both attended a concert. Her and I are both HUGE concert enthusiasts. We try to attend at least one concert a week, but sometimes it can be up to 3-4 per week. Since we are both punk veterans, we always come to shows prepared for a good rowdy time. We both know concerts can get wild, so I always pack extra clothes, towels, and necessities… just in case. On this night in particular, we were seeing a band that is special to the both of us, a band that is known for perpetuating cartoonish violence, all while drenching the moshpit in fake blood. That band is of course… GWAR. Since we both have already seen GWAR multiple times I knew we would be a mess by the end of the night, and I had an idea in my head on how to approach an anticipated Omo moment, I just had to wait for the opportunity to present itself. We drank, smoked, and partied our way through the first two bands, Napalm Death, and Eyehategod (whom also has an Omo-style song). Between each band set we would buy beers, peruse the merchandise tables, and find places to smoke away from security. At one point while we were standing in line at the bar, I noticed her legs were crossed and she was slightly bent at the knee. My Omo opp was drawing near 🙂 ______________________________________ Before I go on, I must say, to anyone who might object to me letting my girlfriend mosh with a bunch of drunk metalheads, she is just as crazy and intimidating as I am. With her standing at 5’10”, I have full confidence in the fact that she could put her boots to most grown adult men. I can say that, because I’m 6’6” (1.98m) of pure anger, and she scares me sometimes. Plus I’ve always got my eye on her just in case things get too intense. She’s a badass, I’m a badass, I love her, she loves me, and we always have each other’s backs. Back to the story. ________________________________________ When GWAR finally hit the stage, they immediately started soaking the sold-out crowd with fake blood, at which point we both went into crazy mode and started moshing in the pit, it was 90-minutes of absolute CHAOS! After a while, the show was coming to a close with a few songs left, I had remembered her pee-dance from earlier at the bar, and I knew for a fact she hadn’t gone to the ladies room since we arrived. (Punk bar bathrooms are always gross anyways). After one of the encore songs, she walked out from the pit, strutting up to me in her skintight red plaid pants, black Doc Marten boots, and her “illegible metal logo shirt”, which were all stained with GWAR juices. She’s grinning from ear to ear, re-adjusting her leather neck choker, wiping off her round “wizard style” glasses, pulling back her braided pigtails…. Then… Just like I had anticipated, she said in my ear, “I have to pee so bad, but I don’t wanna leave now”. To which I replied, “JUST GO”, with a smile. She said “yeah? No one would even notice if I did anyways”. After that I just put my arm around her neck and she held her arms around my waist. After a minute or so I glanced down to see a puddle forming under her boots. Her knees were locked together, and I could feel her fingers digging into my back. She was still peeing as I looked her in the eyes, I could tell she was nervous about it. So I just kissed her on the forehead and asked “feel better?” To which she replied with a head nod, and a kiss to my lips. She was relieved, and I was thrilled! At this point there were two songs left, and she decided she wants to keep moshing in the pit for a while longer. As I’m watching her, I’m in an almost euphoric trance-like state. The sight of seeing this badass woman, absolutely crowd-killing in a GWAR moshpit, screaming the songs out loud with the band, getting rowdy, and putting the men to shame. She’s doing this all, while walking around in piss-soaked pants. The thought of it now still makes me rock fucking hard. Eventually, the show is over and everyone is shuffling outside to their cars. The crowd is covered in fake blood, beer, and sweat, so no one even noticed that she had fully wet herself. Honestly we were having such a good time, we didn’t care that she pissed her pants. She seemed to enjoy that fact! I held her hand all the way back to my truck, where we had all the towels and spare clothes. When we were stripping down, I noticed she had on all matching underwear. She had plain white panties, bra, and socks. All her undies had a slight staining from the concert, but her panties had an unmistakable yellow patch in the front/back, and her socks were absolutely SOAKED with pee. I grinned when I saw this, and said, “damn baby, you really had to go huh?” She giggled and said, “oh yeah, sorry, I hope you aren’t upset, sometimes I can’t hold it.” I just smiled and kissed her. Fucking love this woman.
    14 points
  2. 2,029 downloads

    A school girls undresses and tries to hold it as long as she can without using her hands. Shown from multiple angles
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  3. Keary (@kinkykeary) / Twitter (WARNING: There is some mild nudity in these extremely hot clips) 4TQfBBWgKdo0uLzQ.mp4 Ar5uflkfSyHluf30.mp4 -gXi_W0O_wnrjstu.mp4 rebMU5I07N_RCtJj.mp4 TwXK-EiN_xFPfO5f.mp4 VDAuawvOtlwR8p7O.mp4
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  4. I found this video on tiktok, it's a family reunion for a soccer game, one of the aunt's got so excited that she couldn't stand her urge to piss InShot_20220113_113535293.mp4
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  5. An early college experience... super embarrassing at the time, but exciting now 😘 I had an appointment in the student health center one day. Class ran long and I was a little late, so I went straight there. I didn't have time to use the bathroom before I went in, but I felt like I probably should have. It took longer than I expected, and by the end I needed to pee pretty bad. I was subtly squirming in my seat for the last five minutes, but I knew the bathroom was nearby. I could just wait through the appointment and hurry there as soon as it was over. As she was wrapping up, the nurse told me to talk to the receptionist at the front desk on my way out. I was starting to get a little panicky. My bladder was very full by this point, I really had to go, but I tried to steel myself and walk calmly out of the room. I quickly headed back to the waiting area. Several people sat in chairs around the room, some of them facing the reception desk. Behind it, three or four office staff were busy sorting files and talking with each other. I approached the receptionist, trying not to squirm. She verified some information, fingers clacking on her keyboard, and began to ask me about a few things. I struggled through my answers, shifting around and pressing my thighs together. I could barely think anymore. My legs were shaking, and my whole body shivered and tingled with the effort of holding on. It felt like my pee would come rushing out any second. The receptionist glanced at me a few times as I did my best to appear normal. It was so hard to focus. My bladder begged for relief, and I couldn't keep still any longer. Blushing, I started to march in place a little bit, then back and forth in front of the desk. The receptionist was clearly pretending not to notice. I continued talking to her, panic creeping into my voice, basically doing a potty dance in front of the whole room. It was quiet, and I could see some of the other staff looking over. There was a pause as she entered something into her computer, and in those few seconds of waiting, I just couldn't take it anymore. To my horror, pee started trickling into my panties. My thighs slammed together and I squeezed my muscles tight, doing everything I could to hang on, but a slow stream kept leaking out. I was having an accident. Heat rose in my face as the warm wet feeling spread. I tried to avoid eye contact with the receptionist as I finally finished talking to her, peeing my panties as I spoke, my pussy tingling and throbbing as I tried desperately to hold it all back. She watched me turn to leave, her face a mix of pity and badly hidden amusement. I could feel several people staring as I basically ran down the hallway to the bathroom, still leaking in short bursts. The second I was hidden in the bathroom, I grabbed myself as tight as I could and danced in place. Legs nearly crossed, I hurriedly shuffled into a stall and locked the door with one hand, the other firmly between my legs. I bounced and bobbed and jiggled as I tried frantically to unbutton my tight jeans. I was so close, just a little longer... the button finally gave way, and I started to tug my pants down, but that was it for my poor bladder. A surge of relief went through me, and pee suddenly began hissing into my panties. My pants were still mostly up. In my panic I yanked them down to my knees, but only pulled my panties partway off. I was already rushing to sit down, and it all happened so fast. I sat and peed through them, flooding the fabric and nearly moaning as I emptied my bursting bladder. I was lost in the euphoria for a moment, rubbing my clit a little as I finished going. Remembering the situation, I nervously checked how badly I'd wet myself. My panties were obviously completely soaked; the wet fabric clung to my skin. My jeans were a bit better. The fabric was dark, so the wetness wasn't too visible, but I'd definitely had an accident. A dark patch covered the crotch area, reaching maybe two inches down the insides of my thighs, but it didn't show much from the front. I stayed there for a few minutes, embarrassed and unsure what to do, but eventually decided to dry my panties and jeans as much as I could and get out of there. I spent maybe five more minutes attempting to dry my clothes, then pulled my pants back up. My jacket was long enough to mostly cover my butt, and it wasn't too obvious I'd peed myself, but I still felt intensely self-conscious. As I peeked out the door and tried to slink off unnoticed, I saw the receptionist look up at me. She definitely had to have known what happened, from how long I was in the bathroom and my clear embarrassment. I quickly turned the corner and darted out of sight. My face was still flushed, but I felt less conspicuous once I left the area. I stepped outside and tried to forget about it, despite the chill of the winter air between my legs as I walked away.
    4 points
  6. On Tuesday, I had a lengthy work training that didn't require me to be on camera or on mic. I sensed an opportunity for some holding fun and stayed well-hydrated through the morning, drinking probably 40 oz. of hot tea and plenty of water, too, but visiting the restroom as normal. With about a half-hour to go until my training and my bladder feeling quite full, I allowed myself one last visit to the restroom and only let my bladder empty halfway. Then I drank one last glass of water and headed out for a quick walk around my neighborhood to clear my head. When I got back, I had just enough time to visit the restroom — or run and grab water, my waterproof blanket and a couple puppy pads. I chose the latter. Jogging back into the room, I launched the Zoom meeting just in the nick of time, quickly turned my camera and sound off, and started setting up my carpet protection. I could already feel my bladder clearing its metaphorical throat. My desk's a standing desk. I usually use it sitting down, but I thought that standing would add to the challenge, so I cranked it up to its full height. Then I settled in to wait. On this particular day, I happened to be wearing a sweatshirt from my college days and a pair of gray winter running tights. Their wide elastic waistband felt tighter and tighter as the meeting droned on. I kept gulping my water, at least another 20 oz over the course of the meeting. I had another meeting scheduled about an hour after the first concluded -- one on one this time -- and it wouldn't be appropriate to be visible desperate on camera. If I wanted to wet and clean up before then, I had to fill up fast. And fill up fast I did. I managed to hang on until the end of the 1.5 hour training — though I'll admit to being pretty distracted by the end. I tried to get back to work, but my focus was shaky at best. I kept having to drop down into a squat and grind against my heel before standing up again. Sensing the end was nigh, I captured a couple quick videos of my desperate wiggling to share with y'all. Video 1 Video 2 (more vocal and desperate!) I made a truly valiant effort to actually get work done, really. I jogged from foot to foot while typing, wedged one hand between my legs while typing with the other, crossed my legs tightly so I could go back to using both hands. I moaned and cursed. Then I made the mistake of holding still for a moment and felt a few drops slip out. Fuck! I abandoned the keyboard and checked my crotch for damage. No visible wetness, but it did feel quite warm. It was now 2.5 hours into the hold, and I knew I was about to lose it. Luckily, wetting is the part of holding I love best. I set up my phone one last time to capture what I was sure would be the last few minutes of my hold, then turned back to my laptop. Within minutes, a giant leak gushed into my running tights. Then another. There was no holding it back. I could feel the slippery material clinging even tighter to me as it saturated with my piss. Dark streaks spread down both legs. When I picked a foot off, my piss trickled down it to form a waterfall onto the puppy pad below me. Luckily, between it and the waterproof blanket, nothing reached the carpet. Wetting video When I thought I had to be empty, I turned the camera off and bundled the puppy pad into a trash bag. It was soaked, and so were my leggings. Then, to my surprise, I felt a second wave of pressure in my bladder. I spread out the second puppy pad and squatted low over it. Within moments I was pissing again, this time more of a trickle than a gush. This second wave lasted about 15 seconds or so and left my bladder truly empty. I took a quick picture of my sodden leggings and then hurried to get cleaned up before my next meeting!
    4 points
  7. View File School Girl Undresses and Tries to Hold It Without Hands A school girls undresses and tries to hold it as long as she can without using her hands. Shown from multiple angles Submitter orangelion Submitted 01/13/2022 Category Female  
    4 points
  8. 930 downloads

    Im pretty sure ive seen these here before but not sure who it is or what the videos are normally called but enjoy!
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  9. BZZ BZZ I glance down at my phone, and a text from him pops up. Here 🙂 I type quickly as I spritz perfume onto my neck one last time and step into my shoes. Coming!!! His black car is parked in front of my apartment building, and I can hear music already being played from it. I remember telling him I liked listening to lo-fi hip-hop to relax, and I already know he took quick note of it. He jumps out of the car when he sees me exiting the building, rushing to the passenger’s side door. He opens the door, and holds a hand out to help me step into his car. I blush and smile at this chivalrous gesture as I buckle my seat belt and he gets back into the car. After our experience with one another when we first met, we agreed that our first date should be more laid back and no pressure. But I secretly hope that he has small intentions for something with excitement. He drives us to a bar near my house where we can get drinks and food while we get to know one another. We get a nice booth in the corner of the bar, very secluded from the rest of the business going on. He sits across from me and smiles in a way that is shown all across his face. Our waitress quickly comes over to us to take our order. “I’ll have an amaretto sour?” I say, smiling up at her from my seat. “A double Jack? … please” he says. The waitress quickly rushes away to get our drinks. I glance through the menu, and then back up at him. He is staring at me, still with that smile. “Do you know what you are going to get?” I ask while hiding my awkwardness. He takes a minute to answer as he still stares at me. It’s not an inappropriate stare, he is looking right at my face, but I wish I knew what he was thinking. “What?... oh yeah! I’m getting the steak tacos. What about you?” his eyes snap out of the trance, and I can see his eyes glance around, and then back at me. I can’t tell if he knows he was staring or if he was doing it on purpose, but I can’t say that it bothers me. His eyes are beautiful, and I love the presence it gives when he looks at me. He already makes me feel so wanted and desired. “I think I’m getting the same thing,” I giggle, “I get tacos wherever I go, I feel like,” the bus boy brings us some glasses of ice water and a basket of popcorn. I immediately pick up the glass and begin sipping. “Have you had them here?” he asks. “Yeah, I think I doordashed them a while back, and I think I really liked them. Did you want to get an appetizer?” I glance back down at the menu to see if anything else interests me. “If we’re both getting tacos, how about chips and salsa? Or queso?” he leans over and points at my own menu. His hands shock me at how attractive they are. His fingers are long with the knuckles well pronounced. The nails are trimmed neatly, but he has working hands with dark lines. “Yeah, that sounds really good! I love chips and queso.” I nod, and feel a bit let down when he pulls his hand away. Our waitress comes by with our drinks, mine is served in a tall glass with two maraschino cherries on top, and his in a short glass. “Are you guys ready to order?” she asks while she grabs a notepad from her apron. “Yeah, we are going to start with the chips and queso, and we will both be having the steak tacos,” he explains and grabs my menu to give to her. “Okay! Thank you, coming right up!” she tucks the notepad back into her apron, and takes the menus from him. We sip on our drinks and talk while we wait for our food. The bus boy comes by with more water for my glass. I know I drink more when I’m nervous, and I thought I would have it more under control since the last time we saw each other, I embarrassed myself, and it could not get any more awkward than it already was. But I am still drinking while he talks, and I pause when it is my turn to talk. I think it is something of a distraction for my mouth and it stops me from making any stupid faces, but I find myself on my third glass of water and my second amaretto sour when our food comes. I break apart the chips to dip them in the queso dip, and that becomes my mouth distraction. He talks a lot more than I do, and he is really funny, so I do not mind being the one to sit and laugh when it is appropriate. I lick my teeth and drink a big gulp of water when it is my turn to talk again, afraid of food being in my teeth or across my mouth. Again, I soon realize that I’m going through drinks way too fast. I know he notices it too because when I get my fifth glass of water filled, his eyes go to my stomach. I can only assume he is imagining my bladder expanding and hoping that it bursts in the way it did when he saw me at work. He will be surprised to know that I am pretty talented at holding it. While I have had a lot to drink, it is pretty easy to hide and take care of in a short period of time. At work, I have to hold it all day long, and while some days do get out of hand, I have it managed pretty well. When the waitress brings the tacos to our table, I ask for another amaretto sour. Other than wetting myself, I am not worried about the amount of alcohol I’m consuming on account of the food and near gallon of water I have consumed. She brings it back quickly, and while we eat our matching dinner, we continuously glance up at one another. I don’t know why he does it, but I do it to see if I can catch him staring at me. His eyes are so round, bright, bold, and I feel them on me when I take bites. I begin to over think what I’m doing, not knowing if he is admiring me or judging the size of bites I take, the amount I’m eating, the way I eat. “What do you think? Is it good?” I giggle, trying to break the silence. “Yeah, definitely! They’re great. What about you?” He wipes his mouth with his napkin after answering me. “Yeah, but I feel as though you can wrap anything in a corn tortilla, and I’ll love it,” I laugh, then take another sip from my drink. He watches me as I do so. I know he wants to ask why I drank so much or how I felt, but he doesn’t. Maybe he’s not that interested in my piss kink the way that I thought. I was hoping this would get his attention or make him more excited, but I can’t tell. “Would you want to get dessert too?” he asks. “Oh yeah definitely! Let’s just split one though, we have already eaten so much.” I say while I push my plate away. The waitress comes back, offering the dessert menu, and while he takes it, he slides it between us. I lean forward and glance down at it with him. I can smell his light cologne, a soft musk that flows from him. “What about this one?” I say, pointing at the warm brownie that comes with icecream on top. “That’s fine with me!” He slides the menu to the edge of the table. The waitress comes back, and same as before, he orders for us. I ask for another amaretto sour, and he returns to staring at me, analyzing my decisions of drink. When she comes back with our plate, she only has one spoon. I notice it and I’m sure he does too. I assume we are going to ask for another, but he doesn’t so I don’t. He picks up the spoon, slides it over the ice cream and into the thick brownie chunk, and turns it towards me. I blush when I realize he wants to feed me. I lean forward and wrap my lips around the spoon, then slowly pull away. I chew really slowly, still blushing at this act of intimacy. He takes his own bite and chews, smiling at me. I wash my bite down with the rest of my water, then take the spoon after he finishes chewing. I repeat the process, scooping the ice cream and brownie, then leaning forward to feed the bite to him, then taking a bite for myself. We go back forth, feeding one another silently, yet erotically. On the last bite, I lean forward again, but this time I feel a little trickle going down the side of my thigh. I immediately pull back and sit against the back of the booth, suddenly embarrassed. I begin to panic, not knowing what to do or what the situation is going to be like. I realize the alcohol loosened me up, and I had little control over that moment, but I’m fine if I remained the way I was. I relax my shoulders and smile back at him, taking another sip of my amaretto sour. “Thank you for taking me out… I really appreciate it,” I say, sliding my hand across the table, on top of his. “My pleasure, I’m happy that you agreed to come out with me,” he responds, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand “Are you ready to go?” “Yeah, I think so! I certainly cannot eat anymore,” I giggle at him. The waitress brings our check to us, and he pulls his card out first, laying it in her booklet. “I’ll get the next one,” I say, nodding my head at his card. “I get another date?” he smirks at me. “I don’t see why not?” I giggle again, taking another sip from my drink. While we sit and talk while waiting for the check to come back, I begin to feel an ache in my bladder. I guess I hadn’t really paid attention to how much I had been drinking. The panic sets in when I try to scoot out in order to reach my purse and my jeans squeeze my bladder tightly, again, I feel a drip leak out of me. I squish my thighs together and shift my weight. I’m not as good at holding it as I thought… When the waitress gets back with our check, I grab my purse quickly and stand up, covering my legs with it. “I’m going to go use the restroom, and then we’ll go?” I smile at him as he is just putting his wallet away. “Huh? Oh yeah, for sure!” he looks disappointed as I waddle off to the lady’s room, already feeling like I’m going to burst. I turn the corner when I see my worst nightmare. A line of women all standing outside the door of the bathroom. My eyes widen when I see that there are only 2 toilet stalls and a line of 10 girls in front of me. I would never be able to make it in time. I rush back to the table, and grab my coat. “Nevermind, the line was too long. Let’s just go, yeah?” I say quickly, near out of breath. “Yeah… is there a problem?” he questions. He glances down at where I’m holding my purse and jacket. My leg begins to bounce as a way to settle my urgency. I glance around the bar to make sure no one is staring. “No… well yeah… but we have to go now… I would like to go now,” I say nodding my head towards the door. He nods and grabs his jacket from his side of the booth and immediately gets behind me, almost as if he already knows the leaks I have on my jeans. “I was really impressed with the amount of drinks you had tonight. Did they catch up to you?” he whispers into my ear as he guides me towards the door. “Yes… quicker than I thought” I whisper back, wincing as the ache in my bladder begins to pulse. He holds me close as he rushes me to his car. Already, I feel his cock harden against the back of my leg, but I choose not to mention it and focus on the problem we are currently trying to solve. I am trying to take long deliberate steps so as not to leak anymore. “Can you hold it if I drive you back?” he asks, opening the door for me. “Yeah, I should be okay, I think,” I respond. I actually don’t know. I was not expecting this to come so quickly and so urgently. It feels like when we met all over again. I think about the time it takes to get to my house, and I feel like if he puts the pedal to the metal, I should make it back safe. I get in and quickly buckle my seat belt, then he starts the car. As he backs up and turns the car around, I feel the bulge of my bladder press against the bottom of the seat belt. He is driving towards my apartment, and I feel as though we are making good time. If I don’t embarrass myself, maybe I can even invite him inside. And then my bad luck shows up again. The railroad traffic arms come down with bright flashing lights and a loud bell. I groan in despair, squirming in the seat, cupping my crotch with urgency. He looks over and bites his lip out of sympathy. I can tell he’s trying to think of a solution to my problem, but nothing is looking good for me and my bladder is about to burst. The freight train zooms through and passes us quickly, but I know I’m losing valuable time. At any moment the floodgates are going to open, and I am going to ruin his car with my waterfall of piss. “Okay, I have an idea if we don’t make it, but this is a last resort,” he puts the car in park and unbuckles in order to get into the back seat. I hear some rattling and then rustling as if something small is being poured out onto the back seat. He comes back with a giant jar. “I keep this in my car for emergency pretzels, but I can donate the jar to your unfortunate cause,” he laughs and hands it over to me. I hold onto the giant jar and feel comforted that I have a way out if I need it. “However, I might still want to watch you release all that you have inside of you,” he winks. I’m shifting my weight back and forth on my hips as the train finally finishes. The arms go back up, and he begins driving again. It seems as though I can’t catch a break because as the car bumps over the railroad tracks, my bladder loosens and I leak another drop. “I hope you won’t be mad if I have a little accident…” I whimper. “Leather seats are easy to clean, don’t worry about it,” he says. I look back down at his crotch and see that his cock is still rock hard, pressing against the inside of his pants. I know I have to go, but I really wanted that bit of excitement to go along with our night. I reach over and begin to rub the outline of his dick. His eyes widen and he turns to me with a gasp. “You… You don’t need to do that right now,” he lets out a moan as I massage his cock more sensually. “I know you said you liked seeing me hold my bladder, I can only imagine how much this is turning you on,” I whisper, unbuckling my seat belt and getting onto my knees in the seat. With one hand, I unzip his pants, and with the other, I’m holding onto my crotch, making sure I wouldn’t leak as he drove. I kiss up and down his neck while tugging his pants down his thighs. His cock pops right up as I pull his boxers around it. “I knew it was driving you crazy,” I whisper into his ear and bite his ear lobe while I stroke his dick. He moans softly and takes deep breaths as he is still trying to focus on the road. I lean down and squeeze my thighs together, still trying to overcome and not think about the Niagara Falls that would soon happen if he didn’t get me back soon. I wrap my lips around his dick and begin to suck slowly. He lets out a heavy groan of pleasure as I take more and more into my mouth. I bob my head up and down while pressing the tip of my tongue along the sides of his cock. I know he has pulled into my apartment complex’s parking lot when he slows down and creeps into a parking spot. At this point, I know I can’t just leave him like this, so I keep pleasuring him. I force my face further down and continue to suck his cock, rubbing the base of it with my free hand. He puts his hand on the back of my hand and holds my hair up for me. He leans his seat back and begins to thrust his cock into my throat. I gag and my mouth overflows with saliva over his dick. He moans louder and louder, and then squeezes my hair tightly. I then feel his hot cum shoot down the back of my throat. He holds my head there for a moment, still thrusting softly. After he finishes, he lets go of my head, and when I sit up, it feels as though all the fluid in my body has returned. I begin to leak onto his seat, and not just the little sprinkle from before, but actively bursting, right in his car. “Oh shit!” I yell, grabbing his pretzel container. I jump out of the car, tear down my already soaked pants, and finish my bladder’s explosion into the empty container. I fill it up nearly half way before I’m completely done. I look up to him and smile. I had not even thought to look around and see if anyone else was in the parking lot with us, I was just so happy to have sucked him off and finally been able to release my aching bladder. I pull up my pants, soaked in urine, then grab my jacket and purse from his car. “After I get some paper towels, maybe come in for a night cap?” I giggle and blush at him. “I think you are good on drinks for tonight, girly,”
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  10. Here ya go. Goth_chokes_herself_with_a_belt_until_she_pisses-PornHub-ph60f534e6dcb70-720p.mp4.b30541076665b1d92e6271630723db9a.mp4
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  11. A short film I stumbled upon on Vimeo a while back. Basic plot: a young adult named Emma who has wet the bed her "entire adult life" finds a support group and slowly comes to accept it enough to admit her bedwetting to the group. One explicit scene of Emma in a wet bed near the end; another implied wetting scene at the beginning. Diapers are seen on Emma's nightstand but she is never seen in one.
    3 points
  12. Hey all! A few of you expressed interest in the story behind my previous post! I tried castor oil recently, and my god was it messy! I'll include a few extra pictures at the bottom 🙂 WARNING: THIS IS MILDLY GRAPHIC AND CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF DIAPER MESSING As a plant biology major, I really love castors. They're quite large plants with very sharp, red leaves, and their seed pods look extremely similar to sweet gum pods with the key difference being that they're bright red. They're quite angry looking plants! Historically, extracts from castor plants have been used as a poison, and weaponizing it is classified a war crime. Naturally, I decided to put it in my body! War crime is actually a pretty good description of what occurred next. I had been saving my mess for a few days, and I employed a few tricks to increase the mass for this particular event, namely eating high-fiber foods. My poor tummy was primed and was ready to go, so I figured that it was high time to get going. The castor oil itself was not fun to drink. Unsurprisingly, it was extremely oily and did not taste good at all. After trying to get a few little bits down, I eventually decided to mix it with apple sauce and eat (drink?) it that way. I then taped up a foresite stripe diaper and began my daily routine of taking care of my plants. I was hoping that the moving around would help everything move through easier. It wasn't super bad for the first few hours. My tummy made a lot more rumbly and groany sounds, but besides that, things didn't feel much different than usual. The cramps creeped in very slowly. It wasn't super bad to begin with, and it just felt like a slightly uncomfortable eating experience. This slowly progressed into pain that essentially required me to abandon what I was doing (rip the plants I was working with) and lay down in bed. I got super sweaty and hot very quickly, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep holding it for much longer. I took off all of my clothes (except for my diaper, of course!) and laid down a towel and prepared for what can only be described as an exorcism. I was splayed out on my back waiting for the inevitable. As soon as I came to terms with my fate, a massive cramp hit my lower stomach. This was my time to shine. I immediately pushed as hard as I could, but nothing came out. I kept pushing in little cycles, hoping that I would work everything out. Suddenly, it felt like I was going to fart, and I knew it was about to be horribly messy. I pushed one last time, and my poor little booty essentially erupted. Semi-solid mess flowed out out of me in a way that I've never experienced before. Funnily enough, the best way I can describe it was like a deflating balloon. The relief was immense. I hardly even needed to push once I got started. During this time, I also wet myself while pushing, and my diaper was getting super swollen. After about five minutes of contractions and messing, my tummy felt empty. Felt empty. I was just about to get up when I felt another contraction, and pure liquid just poured out of my booty without any input from me. It was both horrible and arousing to have my control ripped away from me and to just potty my pants. Ultimately, that was more or less the end of it. After laying down for a little longer to let my body recover, I got up to inspect the damage. There was a massive lump of foul mass at the back of my diaper about the size of a softball or so. Walking was a difficulty due to the sheer bulk of the diaper. Foresites swell a lot, and after a full wetting and messing like that, it was at its capacity. It was at this time that I put on my big girl clothes and waddled my way over to the bathroom to take some pictures and a little video for you all! I was absolutely exhausted and it was my first video ever, so it was a little rough around the edged, but everybody seemed to like it, so I was happy 🙂 Cleanup was terrible. The diaper itself was an abomination against god, and the mess itself was super oily and hard to wash off in general. It took a while before I was happy with how clean I was. After I was clean and happy, I went back to my bed and played with myself for a little! It was super arousing to have an accident like that, and I wanted to savor the feeling. Even though it was somewhat painful and exhausting, I would definitely put that in the top five accidents I've ever had. Needless to say, I slept really well that night! I hope you enjoyed that recounting! Here's a couple extra photos of me in my mess! Among other things, there's a whole photoshoot on my patreon, including a face reveal if you guys are interested! All that information is in my bio 🙂
    3 points
  13. So after research on this site, and others. I was able to compile a list of sensations and feelings that I was able to determine to be common for anyone that experienced a genuine loss of control accident. If I missed anything or something needs to be expanded upon or remove something that is inaccurate, let me know. Side Note: From what I can determine, not everyone experiences the same sensation/s, and sensation intensity varies from person to person. Obviously, the sensations are not in order. Some sensations pertaining to "Before" may be just before the start of an accident or several minutes prior. Possible Sensations of uncontrolled bladder related accident: After - Not noticing the sensation of peeing, just the temperature of liquid. Before/During/After - Fever like and/or chills Before - Sudden shiver throughout the whole body just before (Maybe the reflex action to the brain's bladder override signal) Before/During/after - Hairs standing on end During - Kind of Paralysis During - Muscles squeeze (tense Up) around bladder may feel like weight on the lower abdomen During - Sphincter relaxes involuntarily Before - Spasms Before/during - Drop/spurt During - gradual leaking Before - Bladder numbing sensation During/After - Muscle exhaustion around bladder and urethra (pain or soreness of the muscles) *1 Before - Waves of desperation, and relief Before - Before-urination-tingling in groin and around legs (most intense at tip of urethra) Before/during - goosebumps Before/During - Twitching urethra Before - tense stiff sensation in sections or all over the body Before - heavy bladder weight feeling Before - Bladders sensitive to touch Before - Desperation shocks During - Involuntary release reflex Before/During - Panic Breathing Before/during - Accelerated heart rate Before - Numbing-tingling in the groin area During/after - possible orgasm Before - Extra sensitivity of reproductive organs Before/during/after - subconscious panicky thoughts Before - Butterfly in the stomach Before/during/after - uncontrolled shaking in sections or all over the body Before/during/after - welling up tears not necessarily related to emotions of sadness or anger Before - Stinging in the tip of the urethra During - Random contract and relaxing of urethra and/or bladder muscles, creating a pulsating stream Before - Shaking sensation in bladder Before - feeling of bloating as bladder stretches After - Sinking sensation After - the jiggle After - Blushing After - Felling of embarrassment, shame, relief, and or euphoria After - Jelly feeling in the legs and stomach After - Suctioning of clothing and fabric to the body After - on and off feeling of needing to go I may try to organize these more in the future, a quasi order of operation, or categorize by time a sensation may be felt Before/During/After an accident.
    3 points
  14. A MDH I have not seen before MEIN ERSTER LEGGINGS-HEELS-PISS - und die Schuhe laufen voll….mp4 Forgive me, but I am very drunk and looking at old videos and uploading things I have not seen in a while. Don't hate me if u already have them! MG Teen.mp4
    3 points
  15. I posted some pics of today's outfit and my morning thoughts , earlier. Under Experiences. A very long day at work. So much so that I didn't think this would happen. But after 12 hours at the office I decided I deserved a treat and popped over to the liquor store in the partially abandoned strip mall on my way home. It skeeves me there. Even before covid it was the land that time forgot. Well guess what? I managed to do my shopping ( I'm a " make your own hard cider spritz" on a weeknight kinda gal) while dancing around singing to myself as if I was just REALLY into whatever Top 40 was on, but when I came out I hit that cold and just felt my bladder give way. A leak. Fuck. Why? I hadn't been holding for very long and I had miso soup at lunch and all that sodium just dehydrated me... Cuz it's really fucking cold out guys that's why!! Like below 0 real feel cold right now. And I'm not dressed for that. Nor am I prepared. Winter has been super mild. Years of super mild winters actually. But you're not here for my almanac. So! I felt the leak start and ran for my car. Only about 50 feet. I thought I would make it. I even got in thinking it was doable. The car seats were cold against my bare thighs and that startled me a bit. A baby leak. But I clamped down hard, started up and backed out of my spot. Then knew I wouldn't make it. Stalled out and threw the door open all while trying to shrug my black wool coat off before I ruined it. By the way my car battery died while I was editing this video for you. Andddddd talking to my BFF🤷. Glad I travel with jumper cables. But I haven't see a soul while in this parking lot so I need to trot across the street and find a good sumaritan. Like this. I'll keep the socks off but fuck it's colder than a witches titty out! Stay warm my babies InShot_20220111_203213656.mp4 InShot_20220111_215344488.mp4
    3 points
  16. Chapter 267 Megan After Father O’Hara leaves I feed Yasmin some baby food that Liam warms for her. She’s so hungry, bless her, and I can hardly get the food into her quick enough! She even happily sips some water from her tippy cup too which makes me so proud of her. Until recently she only played with it and only really drank from a bottle. I’m glad she’s eating quickly as ever since I saw Father Reilly grab himself at the door of the parochial house I’ve been really needing to pee. The chat in the car park just seemed to make it worse and then seeing Father Reilly shaking his leg then accidentally peeing himself only made me feel a very strong urge to do the same! Sitting in the back of the car holding Yasmin tightly I had to hold myself I was so desperate but I just couldn’t bring myself to hand Yasmin over to .Liam when he was busy putting all the food away and Yasmin was crying with hunger. I had hoped sitting down would help. All it’s doing though is putting more pressure on my bladder as Yasmin moves around on my knee while I feed her. With Liam now cooking tea I really don’t want to interrupt him so I try and soldier on despite the constant pressure and tingling. As I scape the bowl for the last few spoonfuls I remember all the water I had at the house with the priest and I know I’m going to have to go pee before dinner is ready. Yasmin is still looking for more food though and I figure if I can just make it through feeding her some yoghurt then Liam will be free to hold her while I rush to the bathroom. As soon as I stand up though I realise it’s very very bad and my bladder almost gives in then and there in front of the open fridge. I can’t stand still at all, in fact I can barely keep hold of Yasmin as I march on the spot, squirming and dancing around begging Liam to take the baby because I know if he doesn’t there’s a high chance I’ll drop her and piss myself just like Father Reilly did. Thankfully Liam grabs Yasmin and I dash to the toilet urgently only just making it. The relief is incredible, though I am left more than a little turned on both from watching the priest needing to go for so long and the intensity of the pressure from my own bladder. I’m hoping Liam might be in the mood later as my body most definitely is now! Despite the cheapness of the food dinner is delicious and I’m so proud of Liam for cooking it. Yasmin is such a delight sitting great on Liam’s knee while we eat and talk too. I know Liam is really struggling to understand why I plan on taking Yasmin back to man and dad but I did wrong and I need to make it right. Besides I have plans to fight for Yasmin. I love her far too much to ever see her be put in care. Then out of the blue Liam suddenly says about his mam in France. He’s only just back from is aunt’s funeral and now this! My heart aches for him and I honestly can’t believe how he’s waited all afternoon to share with me. I just want to hold him, make everything alright for him, heal his pain. I wrap my arms around him while he’s still sitting down with my sister on his lap. He talks a little about how he’s feeling as I continue holding him and feeling his breath on my cheek. The warmth, the sound of his voice and the touch of his body against mine are all only serving to turn me on even more. Yet now it doesn’t feel right. I don’t want to take advantage of Liam’s vulnerability or make him think I only want one thing, even though my desire for that one thing is very very high right now. I kiss his cheek and take the baby off him and decide to leave the dishes until later. Putting Yasmin on the floor to play with a few of her toys in the living room I stand at the kitchen door and ask Liam if he’d like a tea or coffee. It feels good to not worry if we have enough milk or sugar for once as I return to the kitchen and make two mugs of tea. Having learnt from what happened in England we make doubly sure to keep the mugs well away from Yasmin as I leave mine to cool while I play on the floor with the baby. Liam gets a text on his phone that he reads out. It’s an update from Leah saying the doctors don’t expect his mam to last another night. Immediately I leave the baby, sit beside my fiancée and hold him in my arms again. It doesn’t matter what his mam has done she’s still his mam and always will be. The grief of his Aunt Ella is still so raw too as he rests his head on my shoulder and welcomes my hug. He doesn’t cry though as I change the subject to something lighter and mention that I think Yasmin is far too tired for a bath and that I’ll just go get her pyjamas and a clean nappy and get her ready for bed. Liam nods and smiles at Yasmin who is lying yawning on the carpet at his feet. On my return I get Yasmin cleaned and changed and warm her up some milk in a bottle. Wanting to give Liam space I sit opposite him in the arm chair enjoying looking at his handsome face and sexy body as Yasmin sucks contentedly on her milk already half asleep. Liam puts his empty mug on the floor then sits quietly watching me. I can’t help but notice his hand is casually resting on his crotch as he smiles across at me with his eyes sparking. “You really are beautiful Megan. You know that?” “Thank you! You happen to be very handsome yourself Liam Jude.” There’s a glint in his eyes and a hint of a sexy smirk from his mouth as he rubs lightly on his crotch with his fingers enticingly right in front of me and his words sends shivers up my spine. “I was just wondering Miss Murphy, if just supposing I had to piss right now might make me maybe seem a little more handsome perhaps?” “Mmm now that depends. Now if you were maybe say, ‘Father Reilly looking out the window squeezing your cock secretly trying to hide how bursting you are’ have to piss I would say that might make you a bit more handsome, but then again if you got to ‘shaking your leg frantically but still refusing to admit your bladder is about to burst spectacularly in front of people in a car park because you’ve been desperate to pee for hours but were too stubborn to admit it because you think self control is some godly virtue so you them wet yourself in disgrace’ need to pee….now that would very easily put you on an off the scale more handsome I think.” “How about you put that baby to bed then feel my bladder and lower body and you can decide for yourself where I am on your Father Reilly scale? Would that help?” My heart is reaching and my wet vagina throbbing. I can’t get off the chair and get my sister to bed fast enough. I’m sorry Father Reilly but whatever you think of me right now, and wether you agree or not, I just need this so much. Sin or not I love Liam and he loves me and right now the fact he’s clearly nursing a full bladder and waiting for me to return is almost making me climax in anticipation. It’s not exactly like you’ve mastered self control yet yourself now anyway, have you?
    3 points
  17. In the spirit of actually sending out releases, the time has come! We'll see if the item bug is just happening on my end, but I'll assume that it's universal as development continues until I hear otherwise. There are a few bugfixes and changes in 0.2, and while there is a changelog in the file, I'll post it here as a quick read, as well. What's been changed: -modified resolution settings -updated music (courtesy of ZirconiumPen) -smoothed platform surfaces (should reduce player and boxes getting stuck) -updated jumping out of water -reduced default UI button volume What's been removed/fixed: -removed 'super jump' when holding "UP" -removed double jumps -removed wall stickiness -removed 'super jump' on vertically-moving platforms What's been added: -added splash sound when entering/leaving water -added fast forward mode when holding "LCTRL" or "RCTRL" -added restart button to pause menu -added Rain commenting on desperation -added controls tutorial level rains_big_splash_demo_0.2.zip I'll continue to fix bugs and add material that's been brought up before, so keep an eye out! Thanks, everyone, ~BlueScreen
    3 points
  18. I hope this has not been posted before. Please let me know if it was... Cute girl claims it is the first time that she wets her panties. Interesting and funny how at the end of the clip, a cat shows up and seems to think, oh my what is happening here 🙂 First time wetting.mp4
    3 points
  19. I had driven past this diner ever since I got a job down the road as a forklift driver. It seemed small, and I looked up the menu online so I would already know what I wanted when I went in. Looking through the front windows as I parked, the restaurant appeared to be quite empty. There was one girl standing behind the counter that she was wiping down. She looked up at me when she heard the front door creak open. “Are you guys closing?” I asked her from the doorway. “In an hour, you’re fine!” a beautiful smile stretched across her face. She was short, yet buxom. I flashed her a smile of my own and walked over to sit at the counter. She set a glass of ice water and silverware wrapped in a paper napkin out for me, reaching for an order pad adorned in sharpie with what I assumed must be her name, “Fiona.” ‘Do you need a menu?” she asked. The way she said this came out a bit more strained than her initial greeting, almost rushed. “No thanks, I actually know what I want. Can I have two eggs scrambled, sausage patties, hash browns, and wheat toast please?” As I said this, she quickly wrote it down, but wobbled a bit as she did so. “Okay, coming right up!” She turned away to put my order in. As she walked I could see her squeezing her thighs together, her steps small and quick. Not to say she could not part them; the way the lower half of her legs frayed out as she walked exposed how tightly she was holding her body. “Are you okay?” I asked, pointing to her leg bouncing as she hung my order up on the kitchen’s ring, crossing her legs back and forth as she turned back to me. “Yeah, it’s just… well never mind,” she said, turning away towards the kitchen. I left it at that, thinking she was going to take care of whatever was wrong, but she came back with butter and jelly for my toast looking just as unrelieved as when she had left. “Are you sure?” I asked , noticing now a subtle sense of urgency in her eyes. “Actually… to be honest, my boss doesn’t let me use the bathroom while I’m working. I have to hold it in all day, even when we aren’t busy.” she looked down at herself, embarrassed by how she contorts her body. “That’s really not fair to you… you can go right now,” I glanced around the restaurant in search of her boss, “I promise I won’t tell.” “The cooks would tell on me… or my boss could walk in at any second… I just….” she said, struggling to get a full sentence out. “That can be really dangerous, you should really go-” I began to say, until she let out an angry moan and gripped her side of the counter. She pushed herself forward and leaned hard against the wall behind her. She began to blush red, and look down at herself. As I followed her eyes, I noticed the spotting over the crotch of her pants. I looked away as quickly as possible. “You can go… you should really just go…” I said quietly, as to not embarrass her in front of her coworkers. She reached down and cupped her bladder. “No… ugh. It’s too late, I won’t make it,” she whispered back. Then she turned around and hobbled forward. I could hear small drips of pee leaking onto the floor. She pulled down a cup from the stack next to the soda machine, then turned to me. “Please don’t tell anyone about this…” she pleaded. I gave her a nod with a concerned expression on my face because I really did not know what she was going to do. I heard her unzip her pants and she tugged them down just above her knees. She put the cup between her legs, and that’s when I heard the heaviest and fastest stream of pee, rushing into the cup. For a moment, she had a look of relief on her face, but then it faded. She stopped her stream and put the full glass of pee onto the counter next to me. She leaned back again, grabbed another cup, and continued her process until that cup was full again. She repeated the process, over and over again until she was finally finished. I had never experienced a boner as hard as the one she gave me as she filled each cup. It was difficult to contain myself as my cock pressed up against the tight jeans I wore to work. She had filled four of the soda cups up with pee, just with her own bladder, not counting the puddle at her feet. “I am so sorry… I will comp your meal and any meals you have going forward, that was so embarrassing…” She zipped her pants up and quickly grabbed all four of the cups to go dump out. “No… uh… don’t worry, okay?” I turned towards and watched her dump all of the cups into the sink. When she turned back around to me, I could tell my secret was out. Her eyes went straight to the outline of my hard cock. “Oh. I didn’t realize that impacted you that way?” she blushed and smiled a little “Was that from taking my pants off in front of you or the… the…” “It was from that, yeah… I don’t know why, I really have never reacted that way before to something like that. But you just… you had so much. I don’t mean to be inappropriate.” I confessed, unable to deny my blatant arousal from her bladder bursting display. “Can I tell you a secret?” she whispers, leaning in close to me. “Sometimes I like to hold my pee even when I’m not working. I’ll drink and drink until my bladder is so full it bulges!” My already aching cock throbbed, begging for release as I drowned in a pool of my own lust. I stammered for something to say as she continued: “When I finally can’t stand it anymore I go into a big container and measure how much I was able to hold. My record is one and a half liters right now, but I’m holding more and more with each attempt!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; if she was being truthful she was only half a liter away from having a bladder capable of holding half a gallon. “You like holding? Really?” I ask her, feeling for a moment that she’s only messing with me. “Yep! Not as much as you seem to enjoy it though.” She motioned down with her eyes, giggling and biting her lip. “Maybe you’d enjoy watching me do this type of thing again sometime? My last boyfriend and I didn’t see eye to eye on many things, this included.” Before I could say “yes” she had written her phone number down on a piece of scrap paper and was pressing it into my palm. “You have to buy the drinks though.” She winked at me as she walked through the double-swing doors leading to the kitchen.
    3 points
  20. 2,446 downloads

    Desperate women film themselves holding it for as long as possible. Enjoy
    Free
    3 points
  21. Hey all! I made a short video of me showing off my super wet and messy diaper! https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph61d7a6771ebaa It's probably the biggest mess I've ever made, and I'd be happy to share the story of how I made it if there's interest! Here's a few behind the scenes photos too!
    2 points
  22. 1,605 downloads

    I stumbled over a French diaper site, French Diaper Girls, (https://frdiapergirls.com/) which is new to me. All French speaking but with English subtitles. Lola is a bedwetter, and Charlotte is tired of changing the bedsheets. As such she is putting Lola into a diaper before she is put into bed for a nap.
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  23. 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.
    2 points
  24. I´ve been an omo fan for as long as I can remember. My swedish girlfriend of two years is also into omo. She is now thinking about sharing her experiences with others, maybe in the form of custom stuff. To the best of my knowlegde ther´s no other active swedish omo-content creators. We are starting of by uploading this, so what do you think? First one..MOV
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  25. (I gotta pee and I'm gonna hold it while I'm writing, so here we go 😘) When I was 21 I went to a party with a friend. It was a typical college party at some different friends' house, in the middle of winter. They had plenty of beer and people were doing shots, so by the end of the night I was pretty drunk. Things were settling down and the friend I came with was about to drive me home. She was still finishing saying goodbye to everyone, so I went outside first to wait by her car. The sudden cold made me shiver as I walked down the stairs and into the snowy driveway. I realized pretty quickly that I had to pee, and that it had been a while since I last used the bathroom. The desperation hit fast. Being drunk makes it really hard for me to hold it once I notice I need to go. Soon I was bursting, and the waistband of my jeans pressing against my full bladder wasn't helping. I stood in the snow next to my friend's car, bouncing a little and trying to figure out what to do. Going back inside visibly desperate in front of everyone was way too embarrassing, they'd all look up and I'd have to explain I came back to pee. No way. On the other hand, it was still maybe a 20 minute drive back home, and the thought of waiting that long was unbearable. Not to mention the risk of wetting myself in the car. I squeezed my thighs together, knowing I didn't have long to decide. There was only one other option. Since this house was kind of a party house, people were often drunk and needing to pee. There were only two bathrooms, so it was normal to just pee off the back porch or out in the yard. I'd once had a guy friend who lived there get desperate in the car with me, and the second we pulled into the driveway he got out and started peeing in the snow right there, so they didn't care much about people peeing outside. I decided that was probably my best choice at this point. Glancing around, I didn't see anybody. It was a quiet street, but very open, without much cover. Even though it was dark there was a streetlight nearby, so I still felt pretty exposed. My friends' house also had a big window looking out on where I stood. The curtains were partly drawn and nobody was near it, but it felt risky to pee in plain view like that. I couldn't wait any longer though. I had to go so bad, it was about to come out, and I was dancing in place just trying to hang on. Taking one last look at the street and the window, I hastily unbuttoned my jeans. I tugged them partway down my thighs, taking my panties with them, and crouched next to the car. Pee instantly hissed from my exposed pussy. It shot out in a strong jet, steaming against the snow as I tried not to moan from relief. It felt so good, and I couldn't deny I was getting turned on, from both the desperation and the risk of being seen. I watched the door to the house as I finished peeing, hoping my friend wouldn't show up yet. When I was empty I quickly stood back up and pulled my pants on. There was a big puddle stretching out in front of me, still steaming in the cold air. I knew it would be noticeable on the snow in the daylight, but it was on the passenger side of the car, so at least my friend wouldn't see when she came out. I glanced around again, but didn't spot any people outside or faces in windows. As far as I know I wasn't watched. My friend showed up about 30 seconds later (a close call!), and we drove away. Between the alcohol, near-wetting, and public peeing, I was super turned on, and spent the whole ride home subtly rocking my pussy against the seat 😛 (Okay I need to go really really bad now, I'm grabbing myself and squirming so I'm gonna post this & then go pee right away 😳)
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  26. I've posted a few short stories about my wife's diapered experiences during the third trimester of pregnancy, but with all the stories I'm comfortable sharing from that time already posted, now I have a more recent one. As I wrote in that thread, my wife considered wearing diapers to help with frequent urges during the third trimester; as that's a weakness I had long tried to suppress, I was more than happy to go along with when the opportunity arose. That in turn led to my wife discovering that she enjoyed the attention and feeling of being taken care of that wearing led to. After the baby was born, we didn't do anything diaper or pee related for a while, between general tiredness, not having very long blocks of time just us, and just how often we were dealing with baby diapers which kind of altered the mood a little. But we recently started doing a little more again and it has been nice to relive some fun experiences from earlier last year and have some new experiences together too. Most will remain just between us, but now and then I might share one like I will here. (No photos though -- those will always remain exclusively between us.) This happened just a couple days ago. With the holidays, guests, related excitement all over, we'd started to have a little more evening free time once again. So as we were settling in to watch a movie, my wife decided she'd like to put on a women's pull-up and settle in to get comfortable. This was the first time in a few weeks, what with all the extra busyness around the holidays, and a bit of a rough spell as far as infant sleep goes. So I helped her into one as she enjoys I do (as she'll say it's no fun to get into one herself even when it doesn't require taping), and we turned down the lights and settled in under the blankets for a movie and some gentle touch and caretaking. We were about an hour in and she whispered that she had to pee. I reminded her that these don't hold up well to a big flood so take care of anything she needed to do. So we continued cuddling and watching the movie but after a couple minutes later she said, with a little disappointment, that she seemed to have forgotten how to let go as she just wasn't going to be able to. Now that is a fairly common occurrence, but we've always found something that works. But as fate would have it, right then we heard the baby crying. So we agreed to hold the thought and she went to pick up the baby. It turned out this was a longer break, as sometimes happens with infants who are learning so much about the world around them, and so she was still trying to get the baby back to sleep nearly an hour later. I'd started to do a few projects to pass the time until we got back to the movie and ended up on another level in the house. Finally she was able to lay the baby back down in bed and then ran to the bathroom as fast as she could without making a lot of noise and waking the baby or other kids. I heard the running and came to see what was happening. I found my wife standing in the bathroom wearing a completely soaked, sagging pull-up with streams of pee running down her legs. She wasn't upset, but was definitely at least a little embarrassed. "Um," she said. Then paused. "How do you want to handle this?" "I've got it," I said. I grabbed a towel off the rack and thoroughly wiped down her legs and thighs, and then got what had accumulated on the floor around her feet, finishing with wiping each foot dry. Then I wrapped two thick towels around her waist and scooped her up and carried her to a nearby bed, setting her down on the towels and unwrapping them. I gently checked the pullup and while it had met its match, it didn't seem it was going to overflow any further as long as it didn't have any more to soak up. It was still hot to the touch, incredibly squishy, with a tantalizing scent. But first I needed to reassure my wife that I hadn't been turned off by what happened, and that she had no need to feel embarrassed, so I laid down next to her on the bed and reassured her that all was well, this was actually really exciting to me, and that I would take good care of her. She believed me, and after cuddling for a minute or so I got ready to help get her cleaned up. While I was getting things ready and tearing the sides open she explained to me what happened. Her urge to go pee had built steadily during the time she was holding the baby, and while she'd tried to let it out from a sitting position, she wasn't able to release. Then she started to realize it was going to be a lot and got concerned about flooding the couch in the baby's room. But as soon as she stood up to lay the baby down, it was already very nearly a losing battle. As she moved to gently lay the baby down without waking up, the first spurt had leaked out. She admitted she hadn't made a very a strong effort to keep it in, given that she had a pull-up on after all and knowing that the most fun between us always happened after it got wet, but she still was trying to avoid a flood or to have a leak. So she thought she could just go a bit, enough to have a wet pull-up for fun afterwards, and get the rest out in the toilet. But by the time she began running to the bathroom, the full stream was happening and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She had just made it onto the tile floor of the nearest bathroom when the leg guards gave out and the flood was on. At that point, she said she didn't even want to bother with trying to pull it down (while still peeing forcefully) to sit down on the toilet as she knew that would be an even bigger mess, and so that is where I found her standing when I got there. I told her that was really hot, and we never did make it back to the movie that night.
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  27. Hey everyone! I am in the midst of planning scenes for our next HD Wetting shoot and one thing that we like to do with our scenes, to help them feel more authentic, is to base them on accounts of real accidents that we've been able to gather. However, we've exhausted our usual sources for scene ideas, so I figured I would turn to all of you. Do you have any experiences that have happened to you? Or you witnessed, or even just heard about? Or even stories, or close calls that you know of? If you have any such accounts that you would like to see reenacted and filmed by the HD Wetting crew, please post them here and we'll see if we can make them happen.
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  28. My name is Shawna. I’m the girlfriend of a sorcerer. You’re likely familiar with some of our adventures, such as when he turned me to stone for a month, while my bladder was about to burst. Or when he released me from the stone, but sealed my bladder shut. Or when he made me piss all over the place and caused me to become partially incontinent. That’ll pass. He promised me it was a temporary side effect. But temporary or not, I still wanted revenge. So, I stole a book from his library, “How to Learn Witchcraft and Use It for Revenge and Dominance”. I spent a few weeks studying, before I decided to test my skills. I had my friends, Lily and Amber over for drinks, little did they realize they were going to be sampling a couple of the potions I had brewed up… Lily was a tiny Chinese girl I work with. About my age, late 20’s. Not much of a booty, but man, those breasts… She was wearing a black miniskirt and a blue short-sleeved blouse. As for Amber, she was a Latina firecracker. Long blonde hair, nice full lips, big boobs, and… well, dat ass! Even as a totally straight girl, I had to admit I had some hot friends. Amber was looking especially stunning tonight in tight blue jeans and a black tanktop. As I passed out the drinks, I felt a little guilty, since I knew this wasn’t going to be pleasant for them. Lily was the first to finish her drink, while Amber sipped much more slowly. I just hoped Lily’s wouldn’t kick in until Amber had finished hers. Lily started to show signs of the potion affecting her after about thirty minutes, I noted. I could see her starting to squirm and shift in her seat. Amber had finished her drink about ten minutes earlier, so it would be a matter of watching to see how long she before she was in similar straights. As Lily continued to look more and more uncomfortable, I asked her, innocently, “Everything OK, Lily?” She stared at me, blankly for a moment, before answering. “Yes. I’m fine.” Amber stared at her. “Girl, you look like you’re gonna wet your pants!” she said with a laugh. Indeed, Lily was squirming and crossing her legs, one hand was holding her crotch. “No,” she answered calmly. “I don’t have to pee.” Amber rolled her eyes. I allowed another ten minutes to pass as Lily’s squirming only got worse, but still, she continued to ramble on like everything was fine. We were at about the twenty-minute mark for Amber, so I started watching her, as well. If the potion had worked on her like it did on Lily, it would kick in after about half an hour. I was amazed at how well it had worked with Lily. Her bladder had to be so swollen, but she was carrying on as if she didn’t have a care in the world. “Lily,” Amber said, looking concerned. “You haven’t been able to sit still! Are you sure you don’t want to make a quick bathroom visit?” “No,” Lily answered, in a monotone. “My bladder’s fine.” Her body betrayed her mouth, however. Looking at her, I could see that very bladder protruding from under her blouse and over the top of her skirt. How she hadn’t already lost control was beyond me. I know I held it for a month, but only because I was a hunk of rock during that time. Poor Lily’s legs were tightly crossed together, now both hands were being used to hold herself and she was pouring sweat from what must have been a monumental effort to hold it in. “Lily!” Amber shouted at her friend. “Go to the damn bathroom!” Amber stood up, but she was holding her own crotch now. She seemed to be unaware of it, as her bladder was filling up, yet her concern was with Lily. Now that I knew the potion had worked, it was time for step two. “Blank!” I called out. Both girls’ eyes rolled into the backs of their heads, as their bodies went limp. “Keep holding in your piss. I don’t want a drop leaving either of you until I say so. I’m so sorry to do this to both of you, but Kevin did something like this to me not too long ago. And I need to make him pay. So, you two are the guinea pigs.” I smiled as neither of them reacted. “Excellent. Amber, stasis!” As soon as I spoke the word, Amber’s body seemed to become frozen. “You should be in a deep, deep sleep right now. No movement, except the rise and fall of your chest. You will remain in this state of hibernation until I wake you up. Your bladder will continue to fill as you sleep but will not be aware of it and it will not disturb your sleep.” I turned to Lily. Her bladder was so swollen and distended, I’d have been shocked if she didn’t have an accident right then and there. “OK, Lily. I can tell that you’re at your bursting point. So, here’s what we’re going to do. I am going to give you back your mind. But, whenever I say the word “leaky”, you will let out a small spurt of pee in your pants. You won’t realize you’re doing it, until it’s pointed out to you. When I say the word “flood”, you will allow you bladder to completely empty its contents. Nod once if you understand.” Lily nodded and I smiled. This was going to be fun. “OK Lily, Unblank!” Lily opened her eyes, looking a little dazed, but otherwise fine. “Huh. I must have spaced out. Um, what were we talking about?” “Oh, I was telling you about my leaky pipes.” I heard a hissing sound for about ten seconds. Looking down at Lily’s crotch, I noticed a slight dripping from under her skirt. “Oh, really?” “Oh yeah, my pipes are wicked leaky.” Another hiss, as pee started to dribble onto the floor under Lily. She still looked like she had to pee, however. “You wouldn’t believe how leaky they are, Lily. Some really leaky pipes.” Two more quick hisses as Lily released her urine into her panties, unaware she was even doing it. “My pipes are so leaky...” Another hiss as Lily let another spurt go. “...I’m afraid they might cause a flood!” Immediately, Lily let go of her entire bladder, her urine furiously pattering down on the hardwood floor. Her face showed no signs that she even knew she was pissing herself, even if her bladder probably felt a lot more comfortable when she done. I smiled. “Lily, stasis.” Lily froze just like Amber. I prepared to awaken my other friend for her test… TO BE CONTINUED
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  29. View File Cute Japanese teen can't hold it any longer @rachelkirwan as per request of our Queen of Omorashi... enjoy Submitter Cathyva Submitted 01/13/2022 Category Female  
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  30. Take a trip back in time with this hidden camera voyeur video recorded on VHS. This nostalgic video captures the feel of VHS and the thrill of a desperate wetting accident caught on a hidden camera. In this scene, Alisha is bursting to pee and runs to the bathroom. She gets to the bathroom, but as she goes through the door she is already starting to pee in her pants. Standing in front of the toilet, she struggles to stop the flow for just a moment, just long enough to get her pants down, but is unable to control the flood. Despite being only inches from the toilet, she ends up completely peeing in her pants.
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  31. I love the turn this post took. Getting all hot and bothered. While holding and working at home. Wearing more knee socks, a giant sweatshirt that covers my bum and glasses 🤓
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  32. Ok, so we’re now 15 chapters in, roughly 10k words or so, and I don’t know about you guys but I’m really enjoying myself with this so far. Hands up, I’m probably being a little too involved and perhaps a little over-descriptive, after all that 10,000 words accounts for less than 24hrs in the characters lives, but heck I’ve got the rest of my lifetime to get to the end of the story, so let’s make it enjoyable to read and see if we can’t transport people into the fictional world as they follow it, eh? The timeline may speed up and slow down a little as we go along, as some events will require more attention than others, so please bear with me. We’re also currently a million miles away from where it gets REALLY interesting, although at that point I’ve no idea how well it will or won’t work as it’s like nothing I’ve ever tried to write before, but we can only give it a go and see what happens. If it doesn’t work, I’ll happily dial it back and keep it as a “slice of life” story which is where my experience lies. So, do your worst, let me know what you really think of where we are so far. 🙂
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  33. Chapter 16 Lesley was sat in a client meeting, doing her best to concentrate and remain professional, however she was on pins for the first 20 minutes. Kenzie’s call had come just as she’d been on her way to reception to meet the clients, meaning she was left all flustered and couldn’t quite maintain her focus. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her phone screen had flashed to life bearing a message from home, confirming that all was well. She couldn’t quite stifle an audible sigh of relief, causing a raised eyebrow from the client and an enquiring look from her own manager who was also in the meeting and which she felt left her having to apologise and justify her distractedness thus far. “Sorry folks, bit of a family emergency was unfolding, but seems it’s been taken care of now and no harm done. You now have my undivided attention once more.” Whilst her manager was presenting some numbers, she took the opportunity to tap out a quick reply to her daughter, so that she wouldn’t be waiting on her call, and then returned her attention to the task at hand. “Thanks love, I was worried but glad you’re ok. In a meeting, speak when I get home. Hope your friends ok too? x “ Having enjoyed a leisurely cup of tea and another couple of rounds of toast, making the most of the unexpected delay to the start of her day, McKenzie finally popped her crockery into the dishwasher and retrieved her college bag, fishing out her laptop and a folder containing the project she was currently working on and heading upstairs, planning to make good on her promise to herself that she’d spend the day working whilst snuggled up on bed, what could be better? It was only as she stepped through her open bedroom door and took in the sight that greeted her, that reality struck. Of course she couldn’t spend the day cozy and warm in her bed, because she’d pissed in it the night before like a little baby. Not just in her bed, but all over the floor too. She was momentarily furious with herself, before breaking down in silent tears…why did it always have to be like this? Why couldn’t she just be a normal teenager? She was 19 FFS, supposed to be an adult, why couldn’t she act like it? Even collapsing onto her bed didn’t help, the crinkling of the plastic cover grating on her already fractured nerves and causing even more tears to fall. What a mess she was, how was she ever going to live her life like this? The anger and sadness passed as quickly as it had descended, as it so often did, and soon Kenzie was beating herself up about being so silly. Of course it wasn’t her fault, she didn’t do it on purpose and she wasn’t even awake when it happened (last night being the exception, in part), it was a medical condition and was outside of her control, something she just needed to learn to live with for the moment and get on with her life as best she could, as she very well knew. Wiping her face and dusting herself down, she decided to make the best of a bad situation and, scooping up her computer and books once more she strode purposefully from the room, into her Mums, and snuggled herself down in there instead. She was at work, she’d never know, and heck she’d invited her to share that very bed only the previous night so it almost certainly wouldn’t be a problem! And, if it was? Well, it was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission, she chuckled to herself. Laptop fired up, books spread open, McKenzie made a productive start and in truth probably got through more work in the first hour or so than she would have all day at college, plus she was warm and comfy, so it really was a win-win. Moving on to her next task, she set about reading a couple of chapters of the set text she was analysing. Alas it wasn’t the most captivating of storylines (a bit like this one I dare say 😉 ) and it didn’t take long before her disturbed night’s sleep caught up with her and she dropped off, snug and warm, and fast asleep in her Mum’s bed again.
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  34. I'm not entirely sure which forum this one should go in. I responded to a request by someone, in which they asked for a story about a girl with bladder incontinence who is forced to spend the day without her diaper. If this should be moved into omutsu, please let me know. I also didn't expect this to get as long as it did. Wrote it in practically one sitting, and it's over 4,200 words. Warning before reading, this has been adapted from the request. This story is omorashi-centric, but also has a main character in her late teens who experiences bullying, public humiliation, and coerced sexual behaviour. The Girls at School Samantha was a very prim and proper girl. Small and wiry, she had a streak of pride about her that drove her to work hard at her studies, appearance, and hobbies. Growing up in a moderately conservative household, she disdained her classmates' obsession with makeup, messy hair, and overly short skirts. Samantha's dirty blonde hair was almost always tied back into a bun or pony tail, though occasionally she opted for braids. She kept her belongings tidy, and would help her mother iron her clothes in the evening. She would even polish her school shoes. But Samantha had a shame that she carried with her at all times. She was born with a small bladder, and regularly had difficulties in making it to a toilet when she needed to go. Notes to teachers from her doctor could only go so far in helping her, and she was forced to wear incontinence pads most of the time. Her preference for wearing trousers had to be modified to suit this, of course. Tight jeans-like black trousers were the fashion for her school uniform, but the uniform instructions only specified that girls wear "trousers or skirt, black". To Samantha this meant she could wear the boy's standard of trousers. Its crotch area accommodated enough space for their genitals, and would suit her need for padding. Albeit, she had to wear a size bracket one or two down than expected for her age. The pads were not too intrusive with these trousers, though the fact that they replaced any normal underwear for her brought difficulties in gym classes. Instead of changing with the other girls, she would change in a toilet cubicle. By now most girls had asked her why she did this, and her excuse was that she was too shy to undress in front of the others. Her preference for boy's trousers had caused some speculation however. Rumours started circulating that she was actually a boy. Her slim form belied her gender, she supposed, having not grown very prominent breasts. Samantha could have lived with the rumours, except for a gang of particularly nasty girls. The nastiest among them, Sarah, had recently taken to following her around at break and lunchtime. Sarah would call her names like "bender", or "perv", and when nobody was looking she would push Samantha, or pull her hair. Sarah's friends were all in on it, and kept spreading new rumours about her. It didn't take long before Samantha had found herself with practically no friends in her classes, and Sarah's gang increased the time they spent with her. Not that she would ever let anyone know how much this hurt. She knew that her refusal to cry or even object only infuriated Sarah more, but it was the only revenge Samantha was going to get for now. But as Samantha made her way to school early one morning, Sarah would step further past Samantha's boundaries than she had ever before. * * * Samantha had only just passed through the school's main entrance, when Sarah started following her again. There was ten minutes until morning register, then two classes of forty-five minutes each, followed by morning break. Samantha would go to the toilet before she left home, but preferred a second go before register if she could. Sarah quickly caught up with her, and started her usual routine. "So, perv, what are you doing today?" Samantha said nothing. "What, nothing? If you did nothing you would be truant or something." Samantha quickened her pace, looking for a teacher before anything happened. Sarah kept following, but as Samantha made to turn towards the reception desk - which had a unisex disabled toilet and a member of staff watching - Sarah grabbed her shoulder. "Since you're clearly not busy, you're coming with me." The pair of them wheeled around, and exited the building through a door opposite the reception. This took them onto a large paved area, often used for lunchtime gathering and sports, that connected the main building to two additional buildings and a large grassy field. Up ahead was one of the additional buildings, filled with workshops, and Sarah dragged Samantha over to it. She quickly shovelled her into a large storage cupboard, filled with bits of wood, metal, and various hand tools. Samantha's heart plummeted as she realised who was in the cupboard with her. The entire gang had showed up: four girls plus Sarah and herself. Two girls took each of Samantha's arms and pinned her to a wall, as Sarah stood in front of her and eyed her suspiciously. "Well. I didn't think it would be this easy!" She started grinning. "Look, it's been fun talking about how you might be a boy, but after all this time I just really want to know..." She slowly unbuttoned the top of Samantha's trousers. "I've just been so curious - you always sit with the girls, go into the girls' room, talk and act like a girl. But you're even more flat-chested than my cousin - he's a boy by the way - and you wear boy's trousers." She unzipped Samantha's trousers pointedly, "and if after all this time you've been lying to us about who you really are, I think we deserve to know!" She yanked Samantha's trousers off, causing them to pool at her ankles. The five girls gawped at her legs, and what was there instead of panties. "Oh my god, what is this? Sammy, is this what I think it is? Oh no! Oh poor you! You can't control your bladder, can you?" The girls started laughing, and one of them poked at her incontinence pad. "Hey, Sarah" chimed another of the girls, "what if she's still a boy? We can't see anything through this." Sarah reached down to the padding, and slowly peeled it away from her body. "Oh. Well that's disappointing. I suppose you were just too scared of us finding out about this to change with us. Well, as a punishment for leading us on like this, I'll be keeping this. And any others you might have with you." One of the girls rifled through Samantha's schoolbag while the others stared at her naked lower half, giggling. Tears brimmed in Samantha's eyes and she tried to cover herself with her now free hands, but the girls pulled her hands away. Before they could get any new ideas, the bell rang, signalling the start of the day. Sarah's girls left quickly, and Samantha dressed herself once more. *** Between the end of register and the start of break there was no real chance to go to the toilet. But neither did Sarah or her friends share the first two classes with her. Samantha drank her supply of water in these lessons out of habit, even though she knew that some liquid would still be filtering into her bladder from breakfast. If she needed to go she would simply ask the teacher and be let out, and with her doctor's note she could even do this just a few minutes before break. She tried to avoid over-using this power though, lest any teacher think she was using it as an excuse to get out of working. The first lesson, maths, passed pretty quickly as it was her strongest subject. She consumed about half of her 500ml water bottle while concentrating hard on her work, and failed to notice the impact this had on her bladder until the class began filing out of the room for the next lesson. She could feel that her bladder was starting to fill, but it was futile to try asking for a toilet break now. The first lesson's teacher might say yes, but then she would have to explain to the next teacher why she missed the start of the lesson (which was always the most important part). Samantha decided to sit through the first part of the next lesson, English, and then ask to leave. She never failed to catch up on work mid-lesson, and would be in the best place to figure out how to avoid Sarah during break. She dutifully marched into class with everyone else, and sat herself at a table at the back of the room. Tables in this room were lined in columns facing the teacher, and this table was on the rightmost column - placed against a wall. She got out her things - notebook and pencilcase - and put them in order. To her mild surprise and annoyance, a boy sat next to her. She had seen him in this class before, but did not even know his name. She never really paid attention to who responded to the start-of-class register. This was going to be slightly inconvenient when she got up to pee, but was otherwise not a problem. Register was called, rolling through the alphabet to "Silvia, Samantha", to which she responded. More names were called out until "Williams, Aden", to which the boy responded. The teacher soon launched into a lecture on grammar, while the class took notes. Samantha absent-mindedly started sipping her water again, making sure that she knew what apostrophes were for. Tongue sticking out her mouth as she quickly wrote in her book, she failed to notice that the boy was taking no notes at all. It was not long before Samantha's need returned to her, all the stronger for having kept drinking. She paused in her notes for a moment and considered whether it was the right time to leave. Break would have to be spent avoiding Sarah, and the lesson after that would be with her. Samantha would be best served peeing as late into the lesson as possible, but her small bladder had a habit of not letting her last as long as she might like. She let another few minutes go by - the teacher now setting the classwork and handing out worksheets - and soon decided. Setting down her pen, and neatly placing it next to the mostly empty water bottle, Samantha made to raise her hand. Halfway through the motion though, a hand grabbed her forearm and pushed it against her side. She struggled against it, and tried to push him away, but Aiden gave her a look of amused interest and put a finger to his mouth. "I knew you didn't know me. I'm Sarah's boyfriend." Samantha felt the same anxious and apprehensive feeling she had felt upon being forced into the cupboard. This was too much for one day. Aiden waited for her to stop struggling, and then continued. "Sarah told me about you, last lesson. I had no idea you were a pants-wetter! I did wonder if you were a boy, too, but now that we know..." He grinned. Samantha's bladder felt uncomfortably full, and her urge to pee met with her embarrassment and impending shame, nearly tearing up her eyes again. "Please let me go, I can't hold it very long" she whispered urgently. Aiden looked very obviously down at her lap, then into her eyes. "You know, the other girls seem to think that tight clothes are sexier, more revealing, but looking at you now I'm not so sure they're right." Samantha looked down at her lap. Her girlish form, now without any padding, was revealed in its soft curvature between her legs. The shape of the boys' trousers, designed for someone bulkier, did nothing to hide it. Her cheeks flushed red, and she moved her book to cover herself - her lack of any underwear gave her the feeling that the boy could see straight through those trousers. "What, wet yourself already?" "N-no." "Well good. Wouldn't want that seat getting wet." Samantha tried to end this conversation by going back to her work. Aiden let her play up the ruse for a while as the teacher started talking again. If she could hold on until break, maybe she could run from Aiden before Sarah came over... She would undoubtedly leak by then. She could already feel her bladder protesting, and there was still twenty minutes to go. She turned to him. "Please let me go. I don't know why Sarah is doing this but it's not right." "Go where?" He said, feigning ignorance. "To... to the toilet" she mumbled in response, looking away as she did. "Oh no, I want to see how this turns out." Aiden then pulled a water bottle out of his bag and set it down next to hers. It was another 500ml bottle, filled to the brim with water. "I always bring two of these so I don't have to refill at lunch, but this is much more fun. Tell you what. If you can drink the entire bottle without losing control and peeing yourself, I will tell Sarah to leave you alone." Samantha's heart beat faster. There was no way that she could do it. Maybe if she drank it quickly and ran straight to the girls' room... But her bladder contracted, and she felt a slight warmth between her lips. She pressed one hand into her crotch as the other tightened its grip on her pen. Her heart fluttered at the feeling. Without her padding she had no safety net, and without it she could feel every facet of her girlhood through the fabric of her trousers. It was an unfamiliar, but weirdly exciting feeling. "Come on, I think we can skip the rest of this class and the next one. That should give us enough time." Aiden raised his hand. The teacher waved at him, and he marched to the front of the class. He whispered something in the teacher's ear, and the teacher nodded. Returning to Samantha, who was now bent forwards slightly and trying to disguise her desperation by resting her left forearm on her lap, and staring into her notebook in a faux reading position. It was not effective - she was practically digging her elbow into her leg as her forearm tensed against the right knee, hand tightened into a fist. "I've told the teacher you're not feeling well. Pack up your things and come with me." *** Aiden led her out of class and down a corridor, turning right at the end, and continuing down another corridor. Samantha's dignity was already lost to Aiden, and she kept squeezing herself every few steps. Aiden soon stopped, and turned left to face a short corridor with one door leading out towards the field, and another into... "Is that the boy's changing room?" "Hell yeah! Best place for us. There won't be anybody in here until after third period. By my count that gives us..." Aiden checked his watch, "an hour and twenty minutes." Samantha gave him a reproachful look as he put a hand on her back and lightly pushed her towards the door. The changing room was hidden from the door opening by a wall, which opened up into a large room full of benches. Most were around the room, but some were placed like dividers to maximise the amount of seating. At the backs of each bench was a metal frame with hooks for bags. Continuing along the wall led to a small restroom, and as Aiden led her into the changing area she could see a row of sinks, a couple of urinals, and a damaged-looking cubicle at the end of the room. Aiden took Samantha's bag, and set both their bags onto one of the benches. He brought out the water bottle again, and offered it to her. The room felt very cold, very real now that they were alone together. Butterflies seemed to flutter in her stomach as she followed Aiden's lead and took the bottle. Her bladder was already full, pee already starting to come out. She squeezed her lips together, reluctantly feeling an almost masturbatory pleasure as she did so. She crossed her legs and leaned back against one of the walls, knees clearing the low bench. The first mouthful of water was not so difficult, but it would hasten her impending accident. She really had no choice. Aiden was much stronger than her, so she had no chance of escaping him. She paused to let the water go down, wishing Aiden would stop staring at her, and hoping she could avoid wetting herself - or at least holding enough in to win the deal. She made to take a second drink, but Aiden stopped her. "Oh no, not so fast." He took the bottle from her. "That's enough for now. I'm not going to make this easy. Sarah really likes playing with you, so I want my time's worth here." He placed a hand on her shoulder, pressing her firmly into the wall, and ran his other hand down her stomach. He stopped as his fingers slid lightly over the area of her bladder, and tapped his fingers onto her. Samantha squirmed under his pressure and nearly squealed as she fought back a dribble of urine that threatened to escape her. Aiden lifted her pressed shirt, and examined the region of her belly. He pressed his fingers in again, as though searching for something. Samantha's bladder hurt, and tried to expel its contents again. She gripped her girlhood with both hands, her own fingers practically crushed between her thighs, and closed her eyes. She could not remember being this desperate to pee. The comfort of her padding always let her leaks go unnoticed, and she could even empty herself into them if she had to. Holding on for this long was something she never normally had to do, least of all with someone watching. "Oh Samantha, I'm not sure you need to go to the toilet at all! I've teased Sarah whenever she really needed to pee, and she was always much more full than this." Samantha quietly squealed in protest as she squirmed, Aiden only removing his hand as she did so. "Please, I really do need to!" "Need to what?" "I need to go to the toilet!" Aiden pressed into her bladder again, saying "clearly not enough." He let go of her, and she bent forwards with the pain. Aiden offered the bottle again. She took a mouthful, and he removed it. He pressed her back against the wall with one hand, and ran that hand up her chest, up her neck, and to her chin. He stared into her pleading eyes as he lifted her chin into a more regal position. He pushed her arms back to her sides, and made her uncross her legs. She immediately pressed her thighs together. Aiden kept her in that position. Samantha stayed in that position, with Aiden eyeing her up, for an uncomfortably long time. She could feel her body attempt to dispense more water into her bladder, but it could take no more. Her bladder contracted, and she clenched her fists and bent her hands back in the only movement Aiden would allow, opening the vulnerability of her wrists as she tried to hold back her urge. It subsided for a moment, and then a moment longer. Aiden took to staring into her eyes again. Another wave of desperation overcame her, and she repeated the movement from before. She could feel her mounting urge right through her urethra, and for a moment it was as though her existence emanated from her girlhood. Unable to take it any longer, she bent forwards and shoved her hands into her crotch, but was unable to stop a sliver of urine spurting out. It formed a rivulet sliding down her right leg, the trousers poorly placed for absorption. A knot formed in her throat and tears welled in her eyes for the second time that day, as shame started to take over. Aiden straightened her up, now not leaning against the wall. Legs straight, separated at the feet by a few inches. Back straight, as though she had no urges at all. Arms at her side once more. Samantha felt like a doll being played with as Aiden's hands made her body his own. Aiden took a picture with his phone before she moved out of position. He now fed her water from the bottle, permitting another mouthful. He wrapped an arm around her comfortingly, and pressed her head into his embrace. "It's okay, you'll be alright. You can keep holding on, just another couple of mouthfuls. Then I'll let you pee." Aiden had to move her hands away from her crotch again, and replaced them with his own hand. His firm press felt comfortable, and reminiscent of her padding. She nearly relaxed into his hand, but stopped herself, pressing her thighs together again, before she broke the deal. She felt his fingers exploring her sex through the fabric of the trousers, rubbing her on either side of her lips, and then between them. It felt intrusive and enjoyable at the same time. His hand moved with surety and comforted her even as he pleasured her. She gave into the sensation, preferable as it was to the ongoing pain and humiliation. He moved faster, in time with her own breathing, now becoming rhythmic. She shut her eyes and leaned back her head in acceptance. Pleasure mounted, but her urge to pee rose again. She placed her hands over his, still locked in embrace, and tensed. Aiden stopped his movements and gripped her tightly, in time to feel a spurt of urine wet the front of her trousers. His firm press helped her hold back until she regained control of herself, and then resumed the movements. Her breathing quickened, and his hand followed suit. She bent forwards as she approached climax. The realisation hit her that her orgasm would crush her bladder, as a wave of pleasure transformed into a wave of desperation and pain as her bladder tried to reject its contents again. Aiden once more pressed into her until she regained control, with only a dribble escaping. More movements, quicker. She tried to calm herself, to resist his masturbation, to protect her aching bladder, but it was no use. Another wave, and another near forfeit. Samantha moaned in (dis)pleasure at the fast approaching conclusion, and Aiden tightened his embrace. She tried to push his hand away from the focus of her pleasure, but found her wrists locked in Aiden's other hand as he stood behind her. She bent forwards, mouthing incoherent protest, and squealed as the orgasm overcame her. The pressure on her poor bladder was unlike anything else. Her legs buckled until she was supported only by Aiden, her weight leaning into his dampening hand. Aiden let her go. She sank to her knees and thrust both hands into her crotch again. She sobbed with pain and shame as a prominent streak of dampness slid down her right leg, almost reaching her knee. Aiden pulled her head back, looked into her tearful face, and thrust the water bottle into her mouth. She began shaking, practically vibrating as she accepted the remaining water. Tears slid down her face, and she massaged the area of her bladder with a damp hand in a futile attempt to console herself. Aiden pulled the bottle away with just a sliver of water left within it. He made her stand up, and turned her to face him. She looked downwards, staring blankly into his chest. He lifted her chin again until she looked into his eyes. They were soft now, almost sympathetic but still with a look of imperiousness. "It's nearly over. You may now pee - not here, but over there." He pointed at the restroom behind her. "If you follow this last instruction, I'll let you drink the last of the water. Then it'll be all over, and Sarah won't be bothering you anymore." "A-alright" she whispered, wiping tears from her eyes with the back of a hand, "what do I have to do?" Aiden walked her into the restroom, and stood her in front of a urinal. Samantha, a hand still gripping herself as tightly as possible, felt a knot in her throat. "I-I can't." She stammered hoarsely, turning her head to look at Aiden. "What do you mean?" "I'm a girl, I can't... I can't use it!" "I thought you needed to pee?" Aiden pushed her a step forward, until she loomed over the urinal as though she was about to use it. Aiden slid his hand between hers and the zipper of her trousers, and unzipped her. He withdrew his hand, and Samantha quickly covered herself with both hands. She began to cry. This was not the tearfulness or minor sobbing of moments ago, but hopeless crying as she felt like she hit a dead end. She lost control of herself, mere inches from a hypothetical relief, urinating into her hands like they counted as a replacement for her padding. Her legs crossed themselves as she urinated, and streaks of dark wetness combined into a soaking of her trouser legs. Pee cascaded through her fingers as her open zipper futilely tried to facilitate peeing into the urinal. Aiden stepped back as she did this, observing her from the side. When it was over, he sighed as the tension in the room lightened. "Close enough I think. Don't worry, you'll not be seeing much of Sarah ever again." ***
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  35. I know I always wonder when I'm seeing a big traffic jam. All those captive bladders, nobody having expected to need be stopped for a long time... how much squirming is going on; how many seats are getting soaked? That's what I wonder every time.
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  36. Jodie Holmes and Elisa: Melting the Ice Jodie Holmes was quite bewildered to say the least. Some time had passed since her escapades with Jay. Now she was back with her ex, Ryan. Not romantically, that ship had sailed long ago. Back as in she had returned for one final mission. Nathan and Ryan managed to convince her that she was necessary, without her and Aiden the spirits would be released. Unfortunately the mission took place in a frigid wasteland which reduced everyone to shivering in their parkas as they gulped down coffee to keep themselves somewhat stable. Jodie was no stranger to extreme climates due to her service as an agent and when she was homeless, but that didn’t stop her from being uncomfortable in the slightest. There was one silver lining so to speak. The caffeinated liquid not only warmed her up, but also shot straight to her bladder. ‘Damn, I wonder how long I can hold it in before having to piss.” She was beginning to squirm around, and not wanting to appear suspicious, began pacing back and forth. It had been a while ago back when she was with Jay that the petite woman knew urination could be rather sexual, although the truth was she had unconsciously had the urge even before that. It had happened way back during when she was with the homeless group who rescued her. They consisted of the selfless Stan, the drunk but well meaning Walter, tragically addicted Jimmy, and unfortunate Elisa who went by Tuesday. She was very pretty, with a warm smile, copper hair, and beautiful curves. She was also heavily pregnant, days away from giving birth. This meant many things, the main takeaway of course meaning Tuesday would be a mother, but one thing that stood out to Jodie was how often the pregnant woman had to urinate. Since the two were women, they shared their own bathroom schedule to make sure they had privacy from the men, not that they would ever peek but Stan still felt it was the right thing to do. “Oh Jodie, I hope you never have to go through this, or at least not in these conditions.” Tuesday moaned as she unzipped her jeans, and dropped them, along with her panties while Jodie followed suit. The younger woman took the time to compare their bushes, noticing while both were thick and full, her brunette bush was of course much darker but also uniform and downy. Meanwhile the older woman’s was much more unruly, made up of tough and curly auburn hairs resembling copper wires. “It’s because when you’re pregnant the kidneys are much more active? I read that in a book.” “Smart girl. Also this baby’s really pressing on my bladder.” Jodie watched as a torrent exited Tuesday’s genitals, spraying and dissolving the snow on the street followed by moans of relief. The older woman had been practicing how to urinate standing up after seeing Jodie do so, finding it very impressive and much more convenient. Eventually she finished, shaking her hip, and Jodie gently wiped her lower lips. The petite woman did the same, sighing as she released her own stream. She finished as well, spreading her lips so Tuesday could return the favor and wipe her as well. The memory of them urinating in the snow brought Jodie back to her current condition. Now she had two needs, the desperate urge to void her bladder and to masturbate but of course she could only do the former since it was much too frigid to risk such foolishness. Having no choice she had to ask Ryan for permission to relieve herself outside. She’d rather not, considering the guy was her ex who had no business knowing she had to do hers but what can a girl do? On the bright side maybe she could at least make sure to embarrass him as well so they’d both be even. The waif walked up to him and whispered in his ear. “Hey Ryan, is it cool if I go outside?” “Depends, what for?” the man responded in his professional voice. Jodie rolled her eyes in exasperation. ‘We could have done this the easy way, Jack Ryan, but you really wanna do this.’ she inwardly groaned. “You’re really going to make me say it? Fine, I have to pee. And not a little one, all that coffee’s really been making my bladder and genitals ache with the desire to unleash a boiling river of hot piss, it might even melt the snow. That’s how badly I need to go, or I might wet myself and you’d have to clean up the puddle and do my laundry since you wouldn’t let me go since you’re such a jerk.” “Jesus Christ Jodie, fine! No need to tell me all the details.” Ryan responded with burning cheeks as he pretended to focus really hard on his computer work. “Thanks!” she beamed sarcastically and practically skipped knowing her plan was successful. Kicking off her pants and jockey shorts she stood up straight and thrust forward. The cold viciously nipped at her bare genitals and backside but the discomfort was worth it as she voided her bladder, moaning in satisfaction as the urine soaked the snow. When she was done, she shook her hips dry and hoped it would be enough as she redressed and headed back. Thankfully her fun had just begun. Jodie Holmes and Jay: First times and Sex on the Beach Some months later Jodie and Aiden were finally ready to start their lives happily, not needing to worry about souls, enemy soldiers, or other threats, Ryan had warned her that things were never over completely and she believed him, assuring him that she and her guardian angel would step in if necessary. However it would definitely take a lot to be necessary and in the meantime the waif was dead set on spending every last bit of it she could with her true family, especially her lover Jay. Clad in skinny jeans, red t shirt, and black leather jacket Jodie hopped on the motorcycle and headed straight to the Navajo family, parking right near the house. The revving engine was enough that Jay, Cory, and Paul immediately headed out to see her leaning against the vehicle, grinning with true happiness. Jay immediately made a beeline for her and they shared a deep kiss and embrace, glad to finally be reunited. “I missed you so much. It sounds so fucking stupid but I do. I’m still questioning if it’s really you.” Jay replied hoarsely. “I missed you too Jay. Trust me, I’m here to stay. Unless the end of the world comes but until then we’re here together.” They reluctantly broke off their hug so Jodie could greet Paul and Cory. “Long time no see. It’s very fortunate you are back, having Shimasani pass on and then your departure was a little rough but now we’re back together.” the father explained. “Yeah, without you things were pretty boring, Jay especially thought so.” Cory joined in with a good natured grin. “Well, me and Cory will be heading out. I’m sure you two have a lot to catch up on, make sure to call on the radio when you’re done with whatever. Just know we’re happy to have you back.” Jodie and Jay looked away in embarrassment, knowing exactly why Paul and Cory were leaving them alone with each other. They turned and faced directly. “So, what do you want to do?” Jay hesitantly questioned. Jodie wrapped her arms around the tall man’s neck and smirked deviously. “I think I have a few ideas.” the petite woman replied as they kissed again, this time with less romance and more desire. The two headed to Jay’s room, and they carefully undressed each other. Jodie giggled when her lover’s length sprang out of his boxers, a 10 inch monster. “This might tear little old me apart. I hope popping my cherry won’t be too bad.” Suddenly Jay stopped. “You’re a virgin too?” “Um, yeah? You thought I wasn’t?” “You were just so confident and sexy, I thought you had done this before. Shit Jodie, I don’t want to hurt you!” “Relax Jay, everything will be fine.” she cooed. “Yes it will hurt, but it’ll pass. Trust me, I’ve suffered a lot worse.” Jay knew she was telling the truth as he had kissed some of her scratches and bullet scars just some minutes ago. “Now, let’s make love.” First she enveloped him in her mouth, taking his enormous length and swirling her tongue, causing Jay to gasp and groan. She didn’t want to tease him too much since it was his first time, instead she was just going to get him excited enough so he could stick it in. After a couple of seconds she lay down on the bed with spread legs, giving him an excellent view of her tight innie pussy and thick bush. “Are you ready Jay?” “Not particularly.” “I understand Jay, just know there’s no judgement. We’re making love, and that’s enough for me. I love you Jay.” “I love you too Jodie.” He replied and kissed her lips gently before heading down her neck and to her breasts. They were as petite as she was but Jay loved them anyways, lovingly sucking and biting the pink nipples until they stood erect. Jodie was feeling like she could reach the stratosphere. Sure she had kissed Ryan but they never went this far, and masturbation just didn’t compare to making love with a partner. He continued to do the same to her hard abs and eventually reached the prize down south. He kissed her inner thighs, then finally performed oral and tongue thrust her cunt. Jodie screamed with joy and bucked her hips up and down, grinding her pussy into his face as he continued to eat her out. “Jay careful, I’m at my limit, I’m gonna squirt!” “What is that?” he questioned innocently. ‘Shit, he doesn’t know? Think Jodie!’ “Um, it’s like a woman peeing because she orgasms. That’s not exactly correct but it’s the best I can explain.” Jay nodded in understanding. “Does that mean I can put it in?” “Yes Jay, make love to me.” He carefully adjusted his length, and with a well timed thrust shot his dick straight into her pussy, cringing as his cock tore right through her hymen and buried itself within her walls. Jodie screeched in pain, hugging and clawing at his back while he gently kissed and hugged her. “I’m so sorry, Jodie.” he whispered. “I’m okay now, it’s passed like I said it would. Keep going.” Jay did as commanded, slowly thrusting in and out of Jodie. It started out awkward but soon the boy got the hang of it, driving Jodie wild as he continued to pound his enormous cock in and out of her, the head brushing her cervix. Eventually Jodie leaned to her side and lifted her leg upwards, finding the sideways fuck to be her favorite position. “I’m so close Jay, JAY!!” she shrieked as she reached her climax. He finished first, his dick twitching as he emptied his jizz into her womb. The warm feeling caused her to accidentally squirt all over Jay’s lap and bed, effectively soaking his dick and bed sheets. “Oh Jay I’m so sorry!” Jodie immediately apologized. She wanted to hug him but was afraid he’d be even more disgusted. However he just laughed good naturedly as he carried her outdoors to the shower. “You have nothing to be sorry for, on the contrary everything went as I hoped, even better.” he explained as he cleaned both of them free of any bodily fluids. Really?” “Yes, we were both able to climax around the same time despite it being our first, that’s all I really wanted. I just wish I could have tasted your ecstasy. Also miss your haircut.” “I’ll get another one soon. Jodie smiled and they shared one last kiss. Suddenly she remembered their excursion from last time when he caught her with her pants down. “Jay, remember you still owe me something from our last visit? I bet nature’s calling for you too.” “Oh, right.” he responded with a blush. Grabbing his cock, he aimed for the drain and with a sigh let loose a long and impressive stream. Jodie gasped, feeling arousal as she joined in, voiding her bladder so both of their urine could splash and join the drain. The two shook their genitals dry, and having been aroused by the experience, took each other in another sexual embrace. Two Months Later “Yes, keep going baby! THANK YOU JAY!” Jodie screamed in delight and Jay was pounding her. To provide context, because of his guilt for everything he had done to Jodie and Aiden, he had provided a free vacation to Hawaii for Jodie and Jay to enjoy themselves. Jay was wary, having heard all about her ex, but Jodie assured him things would be alright. Everyone remained civil and the couple thanked the man for his graciousness. Jodie had her pixie cut back and was wearing a blue bikini, it wasn’t particularly showy but still showed her off in all the right places. Jay was clad in black board short, showing off his handsome tan muscular body. They had finally arrived on the beach and she had asked Jay to help her apply lotion so her pale skin wouldn’t be roasted by the sun. He obliged, carefully massaging it onto his lover’s back. “Why don’t you take it off. Ryan got us a secluded spot for a reason.” Jodie whispered playfully. Jay gulped nervously. “Uh, right.” Of course they had spent the last two months making love but doing so on a beach was an entirely new experience. He carefully united the top to do what was needed. Once done, the petite woman grabbed her lover’s hand and guided him to some large rocks. “What are we doing here?” “What do you think?” she questioned mischievously as she leaned forward to balance herself on the rocks, while popping her ass back. “Can’t lie on my back like we’re used to or I’ll get sand all over my ass.” Jay took the hint and wasted no time pulling them down, while teasing her special spot with the tip of his dick. With a well timed thrust he buried himself within her walls, causing them both to moan. After some standing doggy style, Jodie lifted her leg up so Jay could fuck her sideways. Doing so while standing was tricky work that stretched her legs, genitals, and bladder to the limit causing the girl to screech in both pain and ecstasy. With one final thrust, Jay emptied his jizz in her womb and withdrew while Jodie’s cunt clenched his dick in orgasmic throes. He withdrew and both were panting. Once the orgasmic high wore off they both proceeded to urinate standing up, dampening the sand beneath them and carefully avoiding stepping into their own urine. “Well that’s one way to start a vacation.” Jay began while shaking his dick dry. “I’ll say.” Jodie replied while her stream was still going strong. “Congratulations, it’s about to get better.” a new voice interrupted. Jodie briefly clenched her genitals to stop and turn around ready to fight the unwelcome intruder despite being naked, feeling extremely irate at the idea of someone stopping her urination and peeping on her. Jay was also ready to fight, but unfortunately could not since both were armed. The one who spoke was a black man with a suppressed AK-9, and the other was a pale and petite woman holding a Beretta. Both were dressed with swimwear which looked odd when they were armed but Jodie and Jay were far from laughing. “Wow, she's strong. I would’ve pissed myself even harder, you go girl.” the pale woman complimented. “Excuse me?! What the fuck are you two even doing?!” Jodie exclaimed in outrage. “Relax girl we ain’t here to hurt you! The guns are for somebody else, we just need to recruit you two. We need strong warriors who love sex and urinating and you two definitely fit the bill from what we’ve seen. Plus you have that spirit don’t you? We need his help.” the man explained. Aiden growled, shaking the ground. “Please Jodie, we need your help.” “Tell us your names before we do anything.” Jodie demanded while hopping from place to place, her desire to continue her urination increasing. “I’m Tyler and that’s Sam. Just hurry or Earth is in danger.” “Can I at least finish what I was doing?” Jodie dryly questioned. “Sure.” With an agitated groan she relaxed and continued to void her bladder, her stream bursting as a torrent. After some hip shakes she grabbed her bikini top and bottom, hurriedly slipping them back on. “So much for our vacation.” Jay grumbled, already regretting following the strange couple. “Trust us, we’ll make it worth your while. You two are gonna love what we have in store.” Sam explained. Suddenly the four were enveloped by a shining light and transported. Now they were in a steaming jungle, where men and women were roaming in scantily clad clothes or completely bare, although some dressed normally as well. Even more shocking was how some of them were openly urinating on the ground or in the nearby river. Jodie and Jay looked at each other in shock, but Tyler and Sam were unfazed, having already seen and participated. They eventually reached some temple, where loud moaning could be heard. “Back at it again huh. I swear those two never let up.” Tyler groaned. “Just the sign of a healthy king and queen.” Sam grinned. They were greeted at the sight of a tan woman writhing on top of a pale man, both in obvious pleasure. “Carla, Lucas, we found Jodie. She’s got a boyfriend too, both are in peak condition, although they’re not too happy.” Carla and Lucas whipped their heads toward the two. “Fuck, we’re so sorry, let us finish up real quick.” Carla apologized. A couple of gyrations along with sounds of climax and eventually the two sat up on their bed, finished from their session of lovemaking. “Hey there, sorry about that. I know that wasn’t exactly the most professional of first impressions but at least you have an idea on how we do things.” “Right, why the hell are we even here?” “We’re about to go to war, and we’ve been searching for special folks like you.” Lucas exclaimed. “You’re both in peak physical condition and one of you is linked to a spirit, just what we need to win this war.” “And why are we even involved?” Jay questioned irritably. “Because if you don’t, Earth will definitely be invaded and either conquered or just completely destroyed. I know you don’t want either of those and we can certainly prevent it. Please help us.” Jodie sighed. “We’ll help out but don’t expect us to do any of the kinky sex and piss activities.” “I’m pretty sure you’re at the very least considering it, but we understand if you refrain.” Carla explained. “In the meantime, go find a place to settle down and relax, it’s the least you deserve. Jodie and Jay looked at each other in exasperation, wondering what they have gotten themselves into. Ending Note: So I’m back, from an unnecessarily long break. Obviously I don’t have a schedule but I was planning on releasing this a lot earlier and it definitely shouldn’t have taken so long, especially considering I didn’t even put that much effort into it. On the bright side, in case the ending wasn’t enough of a hint, yes I’m planning on a Quantum Dreams multiverse omo story to wrap it all up. Even better, I got a project that’s even more ambitious than anything I’ve ever done, even my Fahrenheit story. I originally wanted to save my best work for last considering I’m already around ⅓ through with the content I plan on releasing but realized that kind of logic might prevent me from ever releasing it which would be a shame. Hopefully I release more often, peace!
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  38. Salut ! Je suis Française de Lille aussi !!
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  39. Excellent! This is perfect for a writing reference.
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  40. Hello! I had this fun little idea to personify the seven deadly sins as women and draw them in the specific wetting situations they would find themselves in. I had a lot of fun with this project and may do more similar projects in the future. I hope you enjoy and always appreciate any feedback or comments! Wrath presumably paying Pride back for something. Pride tends to live in denial. Envy always wants what Greed has... Greed has unbalanced priorities. Gluttony really struggles with knowing her limits. Sloth knows that sometimes you just have to go with the flow. Lust is just enjoying herself. Hope you enjoyed this project as much as I did. Let me know what you think please!
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  41. I love male omo but have noticed this site seems male dominated and therefore female content gets much more attention. please men…I love seeing you desperate, full, hearing you moan and squirm and begging to be allowed to go. This woman will be very happy to read and watch men if anyone is up for sharing!
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  42. From the album: Shokicho's artwork

    She drank lots of tea as she loves it, leading to omorashi
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  43. Yeah, she has gotten better about it. She still can't really sit on my face fully and wet herself, but she can lift up slightly and I get a REALLY nice view, right before she sits back and lets me have a taste. Always very fun stuff.
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  44. Good. Now I can imagine Haillie Steinfeld on the john. More from Stephen King. In Gerald's Game the protagonist wets herself three times, the first two while handcuffed to a bed. The first is just a matter of necessity as she falls asleep with a full bladder and wakes in the middle of the night to a spot of wetness between her legs. Then she looks around the darkness of the bedroom and empties her bladder in fear when she spots an intruder. Later, she pees in fear again when she encounters the same intruder after escaping the bed and trying to get out of the house.
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  45. Version 1.0.0

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    From the JAV Blog - This clip contains public desperation, Japanese women in various outfits having public accidents. ***Warning, may include poop **** Enjoy, Rach
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  46. 5,253 downloads

    Is there anything worse than having a very public wetting accident? How about doing it in front of your friend, or a stranger who is trying to help? Well these videos are just that. A girl walking with a friend or being stopped by a stranger mid-accident. I think you will all enjoy all of these! Rach.
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