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Spring slumbers. 💕 (Hopefully I'll wake up from my winter sleep this month.)

So I recently graduated, so I've been stuck at home for the past couple days. Today was the first time nobody had stayed to work at home. I immediately thought today was gonna be a good day to try something. I put on some red leggings, that are super good at showing wettness. On top I put on a shirt from a black merino base layer. At breakfast I drank half a liter of water. Then drank another half when I got back to my room. I had some towels in my room. I did a bit of cleaning while waiting for the desperation to grow. After a while I did start releasing some drops into my pants. But at the end I kinda panicked and just peed on the toilet instead. Well I drank some more water and got another movie going. At the end I was visibly shaking from the desperation. At that moment I was unsure what the best place and position to wet were. So I panicked and just jumped in the shower, just as the need struck me. Letting it all out was soothing. Honestly it felt more relaxing than sexy. It was one of those kinds of relaxation thing I've needed after the stress of exams. Sometimes you just need to wet. FullSizeRender.MOV

Im pretty sure this has been posted before but I don't think it will hurt anyone to mention it again. For the longest time I felt weird and was ashamed of my kink. I didn't tell anyone and still haven't told anyone. Now it's not because I'm ashamed, but because it's my own business. Seriously kinks and fetishes are normal you see several post every day by different people that shows as much. So really you shouldn't be ashamed to have this kink and definitely shouldn't feel different or weird because of it. That is all hope everyone has a good day!

Once upon a time there was a lovely sausage named Baldrick and it lived happily ever after.

I have a couple scenes to share today... Up first is an extremely up-close and personal wetting with Alisha in this sexy video as she pees in her panties, then masturbates in her wet underwear. Shot with a small, point-of-view camera, this scene brings you right into the action via some extreme close-ups. Unfortunately, the audio on the camera is terrible, so we can’t really hear what Alisha is saying. But, who cares what she is saying when you get such an exquisite close-up of her wetting her panties? The next scene I wanted to share is with Ronica. She pees in here pants in this video, but surprisingly, the pants she is wearing barely show the wetness. Imagine peeing your pants, but no one is able to tell. That is almost what happens in this scene with Ronica. She tries peeing in her pants, and indeed, she pees a lot, but the pants don’t really show the wetness. Most of the pee runs down her legs, and eventually the pants do show a little bit of dampness, but overall do a good job concealing here accident as it happens.

There’s a new cute scene in ‘The Bubble’ where Karen Gillan’s character complains about being overworked as an actress, so they make her character in ‘Cliff Beasts 6’ wet herself as a passive-aggresive punishment. It’s about an hour into the movie and you can watch it on Netflix. Disclosure: It’s not a genuine wetting within the film but I found it enjoyable nonetheless. If none of this makes sense, I apologize, it will after you watch it.

A/N: For those not familiar with my work, know that feedback and your honest comments are more than appreciated! For fans of my current project, this doesn’t mean that its over, I’m just taking a short break. When you’re done reading, I’ll have a few questions at the end for you that may help me as a writer. Would love your thoughts! Oh, and the tags relate to upcoming chapters if they’re not in this first chapter. Kind of like a sneak peak! Chapter 1 A black sedan traveled up the on-ramp. To outsiders, it was as inconspicuous as any other car on the road. For college-bound Ashlynn, it was an emotional stew of boredom, melancholy and brooding. Silence dominated much of the early trip, as the car took her away from the only town she’d ever known. Away from her friends, and her status. High school had been her domain. She’d found herself among others. They liked her and she liked them. But as the familiar landmarks grew distant, the reality of her situation set in. Gone was the comfort of sameness and familiarity, here was the storm of uncertainty. The future. Michelle felt stilted. This was her daughter. And they sat in silence, no closer than two strangers on an airplane. Trying to deny the reality of their relationship, she tried to jumpstart a conversation “I hope it’s not still cold up north. Do you think I should have brought a jacket?” “It’s August, Mom.” “But they get, you know, snow up there.” “Not in the summer.” “I know, but that has to mean it’s cold. Right?” “Not in August.” Michelle would have had a better time trying to push a bolder up a grassy hill. Their conversation hit a wall, not thirty seconds in. The awkwardness returned, both mother and daughter now aware of it. Michelle tried again “I hope we can understand them up there. Doesn’t Boston have a weird accent?” “It’ll be fine.” “Oh. What about sports, don’t they like sports?” “A lot of people like sports.” “But you should be educated. Did you remember to ask Dad about their teams and stuff?” “Patriots, Bruins, Celtics and Red Sox. I got it Mom.” “Are they good?” “Mostly. Patriots are really good.” “So you did ask your Dad like I asked. Glad you’ve started taking my advice!” “I know that because I like football Mom.” Ashlynn exhaled, annoyed “Why couldn’t Dad have driven me? At least I could talk sports with him.” “Because I wanted to. You can talk sports with me” “Do you even know what team we root for?” “The…Bengals?” “Jaguars.” Ashlynn rolled over, towards the window and rested her head on her hands. “Are we any good?” “No. Wake me when we get there.” This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Michelle had seen it in movies before. The sentimental goodbye always brought families together. And here they were, further apart than ever before, and caked in silence again. The first planned stop was a welcomed one. Ashlynn had made a statement by falling asleep, and had left Michelle to her thoughts. But a coffee stop gave Michelle an opening, an excuse to reengage with her daughter. “Ash…Ashlynn, honey, wake up.” “Mmmph. Wh-what?” “Coffee. What do you want?” Ashlynn rubbed her eyes. She hadn’t actually planned to fall asleep, but at least it had whittled down the length of their trip. They hadn’t reached the coffee chain yet as her mother asked again “What do you want?” “Caramel Frappuccino, with extra caramel drizzle, whipped cream, caramel crunch and ice. Can you make sure it’s with heavy cream and a mix of Honey Blend and Frappuccino Roast coffees too?” Michelle stared at her daughter blankly “You know, why don’t you order Ash?” “Fine.” The quiet of a distant relationship settled back in as Michelle turned into the parking lot. As she pulled up to the drive thru, her daughter raised a concern “Can we like…go inside?” “Why?” “I um…kind of have to use the bathroom.” Ashlynn felt slightly embarrassed as she acknowledged the fact “We’re getting gas in five minutes. You can hold it.” “Ugh! Gas stations are so gross! Can’t we just go here?” “Well, I don’t have to go. This’ll be much easier for me if you’ll wait.” Ashlynn folded her arms and sat back, pouting “Fine. I’m just going to hold it. It’s your fault if my kidney’s explode!” Michelle rolled her eyes. She forgave her daughter for only being a teenager, but that didn’t make the petty disagreement any less annoying. The two ordered their iced drinks, an uneventful occurrence if it wasn’t for Ashlynn’s complex order. Michelle felt like apologizing to the barista, but the dead eyed look in his face was enough to convince her that he had delt with worse. Perhaps it was because of the simplicity in her order; an iced coffee with just cream and sugar, that prevented a hateful look. The quick drive to the gas station was equally as uneventful. Quietly sipping on their drinks, Michelle hoped that it wasn’t a mistake to drive her daughter to college alone. As she stopped the sedan at the pump, Ashlynn climbed out with her mother, who noted “Get me a water while you’re in there Ash. And let me know how clean they are.” “I’m just buying snacks mom. I told you, I’m not…”She looked around, hoping none of the other patrons could hear her “I’m not going here.” “We’re not stopping for a while.” “I’m not a little kid! I’ll be fine! Ugh! You’re such a mom!” Not knowing if that she should be offended by the insult, Michelle started to pump gas into the car. She took the time to play her wavy, deeply brown hair, which found itself in a neat ponytail. A slight twinge in her bladder let her know that the coffee was working, but it was easy to ignore. She uttered a cruse as she looked down, the gas pump had left a mark on her light, high-waisted cutoff jeans. She rubbed the mark, but to no avail. Grumbling, and already in a bad mood, she waited for the pump to be done as she saw the bright yellow leggings her daughter was sporting exit the store. At least Ashlynn had grabbed her a water. I should have peed. Ashlynn had begun to regret her defiant stunt as she crossed her legs. She had tried to go back to sleep, but the caffeine and sugar had combined to force her eyes awake, and her young kidneys had done their job well as her bladder filled with their waste. As Ashlynn sucked down the last few sips from her drink, she bobbed her feet on each foot. Trying to sound innocuous, she asked “Hey mom. Um…how much further to the rest stop?” “Ashlynn.” Her mother sounded annoyed “Don’t tell me you have to pee now.” “…kinda.” Michelle sighed “I don’t know. Here.” She handed her daughter the printed out directions “You’re such a boomer.” “Am not! You know when I was born.” “1977 is boomer age.” “Whatever. Just read the directions.” Ashlynn grabbed the small stack of paper from the console. “10 Miles. How long is that?” Michelle looked down at her speedometer “10 minutes. Probably.” Ashlynn felt a sense of comfort wash over her. Tossing her mostly empty cup on the floor, next to Michelle’s empty water bottle behind her, she cracked open an energy drink. She knew she’d be fine, and was feeling slightly thirsty anyway. Ashlynn knew it wouldn’t hurt her between now and the rest stop, and happily sipped away as she protected her filling bladder. Part of her wondered how her mother could have waited this long. Michelle was thankful. She hadn’t read the directions since leaving the gas station, it wasn’t hard to follow highway directions, but she had started to wonder when her next break would come. The iced coffee and water had gone down easy, a tandem she was used to, but the long drive was a new obstacle. Given her need to use the pedals alertly, she couldn’t cross her legs. Out of a desire to maintain her authoritative composure over her daughter, she refused to hold herself. But her bladder was full. Taut with the strain of holding a full bladder, her anxiety stemmed from experience. Since going through childbirth, she was well aware that a wayward sneeze or ill-timed cough could spell disaster. She was glad her potentially perilous situation would end soon. The first emergency vehicle that passed them by was surprising, but not worrying. It was the brake lights and the traffic that struck fear into mother and daughter alike. Ashlynn voiced her fear first “Why are we stopping?” “How should I know?” “This isn’t good.” Ashlynn shifted in her seat Michelle didn’t respond, but had to agree. It wasn’t the fullness of her bladder that she feared the most, but the mental battle with herself that she was unprepared for. She had felt it before. Not in these particular pants, but the shame of losing control. Both she and her husband had stories about her mishaps, and if she could help it, she and her daughter would not have one to add. She clenched harder as she stepped on the brake, hoping she still had enough strength in her most private parts to hold back the brewing water and coffee in her filling bladder. Ashlynn had been seeing red for too long. She had read the back of the trailer too many times. She had checked her social media feed, refreshing and refreshing, anything to keep her mind off of one very obvious predicament. She had to pee. Made worse by the fact that she had downed her coffee and started an energy drink, in her absentmindedness, she had continued to sip. She pulled up her leggings, and inadvertently gave herself a cameltoe. Placing her hand over her now outlined genitals, Ashlynn continued to bare the pain until they could reach the rest stop. As they inched forward in traffic, a blue sign appeared on the shoulder of the highway. It promised the rest stop was in just a mile and a half. Michelle didn’t notice as she fought back her first wave of desperation. A sign that her battle was worse that she outwardly showed. Ashlynn made sure she knew about it. “Mom…a mile and a half.” Her labored speech accented her crossed legs and clutching hands. Michelle took her eyes off the road for a moment, hoping the sign would be a salve for her irritated bladder “MOM LOOK OUT!” Ashlynn squealed Michelle slammed down on the brakes. Had she been going any faster, they would have crashed. Someone had cut them off in an attempt to cross into Michelle’s lane. Her adrenaline spiking, Michelle momentarily forgot about her filled bladder. For a moment, it was numb. Then it came roaring back. Slamming into her closed pee hole, the contents of a full bladder railed against her defenses again. She retaliated. Ashlynn was taken aback as she heard her Mother suddenly suck down a gulp of air. What sounded like a gasp at first, she looked towards her mom, who was now holding herself. Michelle thought she got away with it. She thought she had survived the first charge of a full bladder. But she could feel a moistness in her panties she had felt before. Not wanting to look, but needing to look, she gently took her hand away. A small patch, not larger than a penny, had formed on her jeans. It wasn’t much damage, but enough to tell her that her full bladder was not to be trifled with. An enemy that was more than capable of tearing through her tightly bound defenses. It was when they reached the half mile sign that Ashlynn began to rock back and forth in her seat. One hand firmly pressing into her crotch, the other was snaked around her backside, and held her tender slit from the back. Her mother wasn’t doing much better. She too held her crotch with her free hand, and unlike her daughter, had leaked. What had started at the size of a penny, was now more comparable to a quarter. Michelle’s logical mind had begun to slip away. Doomed to the anxious mind in peril, her fears firmly gripped her judgment, more-so than the hand that gripped her snatch. Her fears demanded that she quell them, and soon. Taking a deep breath, she asked her daughter “Listen. Baby. Don’t ever do this when you’re driving, ok? But this is an emergency.” Ashlynn’s eyes grew wide. “What?” Michelle sped up briefly, enough to pass the car in the lane next to them, and waded her way through the tight traffic. Making her way to the shoulder of the highway, she maneuvered into the breakdown lane. The car responded by jostling and grinding over the rumple strips. Michelle had expected the vibrations to hurt her ability to hold back the flood of urine that she held inside, instead, the pleasant sensations gave her hope that they’d make it. Hope which was immediately dashed. A white car pulled in behind them, and began to flash its lights. Police. “Damn it!” Michelle cussed, leaking a bit as she grabbed herself again As she stopped the car, Ashlynn complained, her body still contorted with desperation “What do we do? How do we-?” “Get my insurance card from the glove box.” Michelle said curtly, the officer began to approach the car As Ashlynn handed her the card, Michelle rolled down her window “H-hi-hi officer.” “You mean to tell me what you two are doing? You can’t be driving in the breakdown lane.” “Um…we…uh…look. I-I want to be honest w-with you…s-sir.” Michelle stammered. Partly from fear of wetting her pants, partly from the anxiety of being pulled over and interrogated Lightly tapping her palm on the steering wheel for effect, Michelle plainly stated their problem “W-we really, really, really need to um…uh…” She started to leak again, stronger than before, she was unable to stop it without the use of her hand. She continued to slowly wet her panties as she spoke “…uh…use…the um…restroom. We were just trying to get to the rest stop.” She put her hand back on her crotch “Well Ma’am. I hate to let you know. But that rest area has been offline for quite a while now. It’s being torn down.” Ashlynn’s jaw dropped. Michelle lost another spirt of hot pee, even with her hands guarding herself. The officer continued “Let me run your license and insurance, and I’ll be back.” “Hurry!” She begged “What are we going to do?” Ashlynn whined “The road. We’ll…we’ll go off to the side of the road.” “Ew, mom! No! I don’t want everyone to stare!” “Fine. You suffer. I’ll go.” “No! I don’t want anyone watching my mom pee. Or me!” “You don’t have to watch me.” “But everyone else will! That’s so gross! And...and isn’t that illegal?” While her fear of being seen was ridiculous, Michelle knew her daughter brought up a good point. It would be an offence to urinate in public, especially after getting pulled over. She made another request of her daughter. “Find us a place. Now!” Ashlynn pulled out her phone. The officer was still sitting in his patrol car, and Michelle willed him to hurry. Every drop produced from her drinks that morning had filled her ballooning bladder it was close to bursting. An acute ache that made her abdomen hard, pounded and pushed against Michelle’s peehole. A sudden pain. A sharp wave of desperation washed over the tired Michelle. Harder than before, she leaned forward, a low moan escaping her lips. “M-mom?” Ashlynn looked over A slight hiss was Michelle’s only response. She sucked in air, exhaled quickly, and moaned harder. She tried to respond to her daughter “I-I-I-I…stopped…I stopped it.” The moist, hot agony that now enveloped Michelle was hellish in its anguish. Part of her demanded relief, part of her demanded dignity. Her whole body was now pressed into service, an assault against her advancing bladder. A knock on the window. It was the officer “Ma’am, I’m only going to give you a warning today. Your record is clean, and I understand if there are some extenuating circumstances. But don’t do this again. Others need to use this lane for emergencies.” “Y-ye-yes. I-it won’t happen a-again.” As she reached for her insurance information and driver license back from his hand, she felt the hot shame of another release. His eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, and Michelle could tell if he saw her or not. As she handed her cards back to Ashlynn, her daughter caught a look at the damage. Her mother’s light cutoff jeans were not only dark at the crotch, but the inseam of her thighs as well. A wide stain that covered each side of her crotch made her accident obvious. Tightening her grip, she hoped the same fate wouldn’t befall her. “There is…a diner at the next exit. Traffic. Traffic is…clearing!” Ashlynn exclaimed She was right. In her desperation, Michelle had stopped paying attention. But like a storm clearing for the first time in days, both Mother and Daughter smiled again. Hope had returned. The officer was right. As they passed the ramp for the rest area, it was blocked off with construction tape and barriers. The path itself was cracked and overgrown. Driving at a quicker pace, but being sure not to speed, Michelle guided the car through the remaining traffic as her desperation continued to mount. Preparing for one last assault on her muscles. Ashlynn had never felt so insecure. Her stomach, which she had spent years trying to stay toned and slim, was now bulging again. It was as hard as a rock, tight with a force and a pressure that her 18 year-old mind could hardly comprehend. She was sure she had never had to go this badly in her life before. She felt sick. Clammy. Sweaty. She was starting to shake as they made their way up the exit ramp. Her only saving grace was the top of the diner. It was just visible across the road. Michelle hadn’t leaked. She’d stayed dry as she got them through traffic. She felt calm, collected. Her pants had cooled where she had wet them, and when they combined with her body heat, they created a dank, swampy environment around her crotch. She was fine when they drove off the highway. She was fine as they crossed the lane towards the parking lot, and she was fine as she parked the car. But after opening the door and attempting to stand, her bladder struck. Its final battle plan enacted. It started as a pain in her back. Sharp, it forced Michelle to bend forward. Her hand firmly clutched her overworked genitals. She shivered, feeling cold. If it wasn’t the pain, it was the shame of a familiar warm sensation that elicited a squeal from her lips. Ashlynn made her way around the side of the car. Her hand buried into her desperate, tingling minge. She nearly lost control as she rounded the side of the car. Her mother, hands clutching her crotch with all their might, had two fat, wide stains streaking down her legs. As they moved, they darkened the color of her jeans. The pavement below her began to show drops of excess urine as it fell off of the back of Michelle’s jeans. “Oh my gosh! Mom! Hold it, don’t embarrass me!” Painting and groaning, Michelle looked back up at her daughter. She too, had her legs crossed and her hands buried in herself. Michelle gave her good news “I-I stopped. I…I stopped.” It was down to her kneecaps, nearly at the cuffs of her cutoffs. The high-waisted, now damaged cutoffs were not completely soaked, but Michelle’s bladder had done plenty of work. “C’mon…please!” Her daughter begged Michelle took a deep breath. She exhaled, shaking from the strain. Every step that the desperate mother and daughter took was agony. She wanted to let go. To just be done with it. But she also wanted to hang onto the shred of dignity that she could still muster. Enough to say she made it. Surprisingly, the diner that they had picked was trying to deny what it was. Cheap plastic tables and chairs that were bolted to the floor made up much of the decor, yet they still needed to be seated by the hostess. A much older woman, who smelled like cigarettes, greeted them “Table for two?” She either didn’t notice, or didn’t care about Michelle’s soaked legs “Please Miss. We’ll order, we-I…I need t-the b-bathroom.” Michelle’s voice was hardly audible. A near whisper At first, the hostess looked annoyed, but when she saw the massive stain on Michelle’s pants, her tone shifted to one of support and concern. “Oh, darlin’! Come with me.” She led the desperate pair to a small alcove with a single door. A yellow cleaning sign blocked their path. The hostess knocked on the door twice. “Deion, some ladies need to use the john.” She turned back to the desperate family “You’ll be fine, dear.” Michelle was too desperate to properly thank her. Unable to stand fully, she hinged her hips and held tightly onto her crotch, knowing that the next leak would be the last. The bathroom door was shut, and despite her efforts to will it open, it remained so. Michelle could feel it. A burning, warm sensation flowing towards her slit. Ashlynn felt sick. Dizzy. The pain of holding back a full bladder made her feel warm, hot with the intense strain her muscles were forced to endure. Her body was contorted in an awkward position as she inverted her legs, so that her knees touched. It was all she could do to keep herself dry. She closed her eyes, hoping the pain would drain away. A low hiss pierced her ears. Was it her? Ashlynn opened her eyes Her mothers curvy body, and wide hips shook and jiggled as she tried to hold it. But Ashlynn could see the wide stain that her mother had created before darken again. In a hushed tone, Michelle acknowledged what was happening “Ohh…i-its happening…” Ashlynn gasped. If she wasn’t in the same predicament, she wouldn’t have believed it for herself. The only words she could think to utter were ones of shock “Oh my gosh! Mom! You’re peeing your pants!” Michelle couldn’t hold it anymore. She grabbed, clutched and held her crotch tighter and tighter, but to no avail. She could no longer stop the flow, only slow it’s speed. It warmed her crotch. The searing heat nearly matched her cheeks, which burned in embarrassment. Disobediently, her bladder continued to release its contents into her panties. It was too late, Michelle was having an accident. Ashlynn watched in horror as her mother peed her pants. Wave after wave of clear liquid poured out of the back of her cutoffs, and hissed down her legs. As it reached her cuffs, midway down her shin, it began to wash over her feet. Her hot urine poured into her sandles. “Someone get this lady some help.” A gruff old man spoke up The hostess from before dashed over as fast as she could. Taking Michelle by the arm, she guided the still peeing mother to the door. Opening the swinging door, she grabbed the man who was cleaning and tossed him out of the room, while pushing Michelle into the bathroom. Ashlynn followed closely, following the footprints that were created by her mothers pee. She too, entered the restroom. Michelle appreciated the movement, but she still couldn’t stop herself. Continuing to pee into her jeans, she sat on the toilet. Sighing, she felt the warmth stop running down her legs, and instead pool around her butt. Dripping, leaking and hissing, she forced out the rest of her bladder's contents, a distinct coffee smell emanating from her mishap. It was too much for Ashlynn. The shock of watching her mother have an accident had worn off, and the dread of the same fate dominated her thoughts. She could feel it. The slight dribble that signaled the end. A warmth in her panties. Instinct in a still developing mind took hold. She saw her mother, still slumped over the toilet, leaking into her jeans, denying her only access to a toilet. She was a popular girl, much too important to have an accident. With no options that her mind could conceive, she whipped down her leggings and panties. She could only stammer her justification for her primal act. “Mom…I-I…I’m sorry…” A similar hiss followed Michelle opened her eyes. Her 18 year-old daughter was squatting over the bathroom floor, bathing the tile in an eruption of hot piss. “Ashlynn, baby! W-what are you doing?” “I-I-I can’t wait anymore!” She began to whine “D-don’t look. Please!” “At least. At least use the sink.” Michelle couldn’t believe what she had instructed her daughter to do “Stop watching me!” Ashlynn tried to cover her face. It burned in embarrassment. To those outside the bathroom, it must have sounded as if one of them was taking a shower. The force with which Ashlynn was smacking the floor with her hot piss created an audible confirmation of the puddle that she was creating on the floor. It was countered only by the hiss of her pale yellow arc. Michelle had to watch. Not for any sort of perversion, but because the image of her daughter, desperately peeing on the floor of a bathroom shook her to her very core. What kind of Mother am I? This is all my fault. She chided herself. She could have stood still and wet herself, she had already lost her battle, but her child, her only child, was forced to urinate on the floor like an animal. And it was all her fault. Her conscience was enraged, demanding she apologize. “Ash…I…I’m so sorry. I’m really-“ “D-don’t. No.” Ashlynn finally stopped peeing, her flow was now a dribble. “I-I’m embarrassed enough.” Michelle finally stood, her soaked jeans now cooling. They felt heavy, damp, and they rubbed as she walked by her still squatting daughter. She tried to dab them dry with a paper towel, but the damage was far too complete. She took an extra sheet to the footprints she had left on her way to the toilet, and handed a sheet to her daughter. “Here. Dry yourself and-“ Ashlynn looked away as a second, much weaker stream dribbled out of her tight snatch. “Still?” Michelle was surprised how much her daughter had held Ashlynn said nothing, this stream was silent, weak. As she finished, she stood and took the extra sheet from her mother. She dried herself and pulled her leggings back up. Her face was shaped into one of fear, anguish and embarrassment as she dropped the used paper towel into her puddle. “Everything ok in there?” A knock on the door. Michelle opened it slowly, greeting the hostess from before bashfully. “We, uh…we didn’t make it…” The hostess sighed, observing the damage. “Look, just leave and never come back and I’ll make sure this gets cleaned up.” “T-thank you Ma’am.” “Man alive, it’s all over the place.” The lady grumbled As mother and daughter stepped out of the bathroom, they were clearly the center of attention. Michelle could feel the eyes burning, staring at her massive pee stain. A hush had come over the patrons, all of them were prepared for the spectacle. Still, Michelle held her head up high. It wasn’t the first time, hopefully it would be the last time, but she knew she had done her best. She had tried, tried and tried again to hold it, and simply didn’t make it this time. As the two exited the diner, Michelle took solace in the fact that she’d never see any of those people again. As they made their way to the car, Michelle heard a distinct, high pitched whine. She turned around. Ashlynn was red in the face, tears streaming down her cheeks. She put her head in her hands, her auburn hair covering her face. Michelle walked back to her and gave her a hug. A hug tighter than she had in years “Aw, baby…I’m so sorry.” Michelle let her words hand as her daughter sobbed “No one is judging you. No one saw you. You really had to go and I understand that. It’s ok.” Ashlynn didn’t respond. Her tears still flowing down her face. Michelle repeated her last phrase “It’s ok. It’s ok. I’m here baby.” “Y-y-you n-never are!” Ashlynn choked out “I promise. I’m going to fix this. I promise.” Her daughter stayed silent, apart from her tears. Michelle stood with her, making the promise more to herself than to her child. It was going to be a long trip, and she knew that. Perhaps it couldn’t make up for her missteps as a mother, but dry pants and a commitment to her daughter was a place to start. A/N: While only planned as a quick, 4 chapter piece, this section ended up clocking in at over 4k words! I still feel like its too much. But I would love your thoughts on the characters so far. Are they too much, or are they interesting enough?

Title tells it all She has to go to the Restroom but too Late she Soaks her Pan.mp4

I love the idea of being forced to wet myself. Like, trapped in my clothes with no way out and eventually getting so desperate that I have no other choice but to pee in my pants. It took me awhile to figure out how to accomplish this solo, but today I finally got to experience it. It didn't go quite as planned but it was still good. I hope you enjoy. The plan: I have a small padlock to secure my belt so that I cannot remove my pants without the key. I will be wearing tight jeans and the belt will be put on as tight as it will go. The key is in the bottom of a bottle of water that I put in the freezer earlier. (I wasn’t sure if it would freeze all the way, because I had to wait for other household members to leave before I could put it in there because I didn’t want anyone to find it.) For one hour, I will drink a large glass of water (about 350 ml) every 15 minutes. So I will drink 5 glasses for a total of 1750 ml of water within about one hour. Once I’ve drank the last glass of water, then I will take the water bottle out of the freezer. I will not be able to remove my pants until the ice melts. I will not do anything to speed up the melting process unless I’ve already soaked my pants. The experience 9:35 Went to the bathroom one last time, locked belt with padlock, and drank first glass of water. 9:51 Drank second glass of water. Already feel a tiny urge to pee from the first glass. Yes, I have a small bladder. I also drink green tea every morning and this belt is really tight. 10:09 Just finished the third glass of water. I’m already to the point where I would normally get up to go pee. 10:24 Just drank my fourth glass of water. It was hard to walk to the kitchen to get it. I had to cross my legs as I filled the glass and drank. I still have one more glass to drink and now that I’m back at my desk I’m sitting here with my legs shaking. The urge is strong now and I’m having trouble concentrating on my work. 10:46 I drank my last glass of water and got the bottle out of the freezer. Turns out that I did not get the bottle in the freezer early enough and it was not completely frozen. Most of the ice came out of the bottle but the key is surrounded by ice and still will not come out. This did not matter much because I was already bursting. The ending: I stood in the bathroom and shook the bottle several times, but the key was still stuck under ice that wasn’t big enough to come out of the bottle. I waited awhile and tried again, no luck. By this time I was dancing around the bathroom, crossing my legs, and holding my crotch. I was really desperate. Several times I went back to shaking the bottle to no avail. My desperation was growing by the second. I was breathing heavy and continued to dance around. Eventually it got to the point where the chain from the key was out but the key itself was still inside the bottle. I could have yanked it out, but I resisted that temptation. I continued my dancing and watched as water dripped off of the ice surrounding the key. By 11:00, I couldn’t take it anymore. I opened my legs a little and let quite a bit of pee out into my pants. (You can see how much it was in the final pictures I took.) It felt SO GOOD. I plan to do this again. Perhaps next time I will find a way to freeze the bottle overnight without fear of someone finding it. Let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions for next time. Note: I will not go out in public.

Happy response to being open about omo! My partner asked me fairly early on if I had any kinks and I sort of mentioned desperation but we never really said anything more about it. Until the other night that is when he needed a wee. Somehow this lead to us basically having sex with his bladder still full- he said it was the best sex of his life so hopefully something we'll do more of!

I’ve been taking a break from Omo for a bit but now I’m back! I’ve got a good experience to share I’ve been writing up all day and will hopefully finish tomorrow but tonight I’m going to the mall for a bit and drinking lots of liquids while I’m there! 🙂

OK. Saw the videos. That was not a little dribble lol 😄 It is not a full bladder though. Take a small wine glass. Pour it on the floor and see how much it looks like on the floor. Even with a bladder that is only a little bit filled. Look at the body position and the force. That puts extreme stress she on the pelvic floor. No surprise her bladder empties on the floor. So many women don’t even do sports because we fear peeing ourselves. For the women that do run, see how many of us wear black thights. For me the power lifter in the videos is a very brave lady who will not give up her sport just because of a wet floor❤️

Chapter 1: Liliana Liliana was NOT happy. She was cold, slightly damp, tired, surrounded by people going crazy, and on top of all of that, she had to pee. Kind of badly too. As a fresh college freshman, she knew and expected their to be many new adventures for her, but what she didn't expect was for her third night in her dorm to be so unexpectedly interrupted. Just 10 minutes ago, the 18 year old mixed light skin girl had been peacefully sleeping in her bed, wrapped up in her blankets and extra large hoodie. She had been dreaming about sunbathing on the beach, the vacation her family had taken to the Bahamas just a month earlier. Suddenly though, a loud ringing was shaking the ocean waves, causing them to swell and grow angsty. Her green eyes then shot open, aware that in reality a familiar sound was happening... The fire alarm. Being on the fourth floor of the five story dorm caused a slight panic in Liliana, and she had quickly jumped out of bed, grabbed her phone and in about 2 seconds was out the door of her room, with her roommate Arabella right behind her. Now here she was, standing in the crowd of mostly underclassmen, out in the slight rain, with nothing on for wear except her extra large, thick gray hoodie and a pair of red and black panties that rose up her relatively thick butt cheeks quite far. She was glad that the hoodie went down to about mid thigh, and acted as essentially a dress. As she looked around she saw a couple people who were not quite as fortunate with their outfits. One guy had nothing on at all except a pair of boxers. Another girl only had a pair of pink booty shorts that barely covered half her butt and a gray sports bra. And one girl even was wrapped with only a blanket, pretty surely nude underneath its warm fabric. Liliana looked around for her roommate, but she was nowhere to be seen. She glanced at her phone and noticed how a raindrop landed on the screen immediately before she could even check the time. She then saw her reflection in the dark screen, studying herself for a second. While looking at her own reflection three thoughts occured to her. The first was that she really did look like Zendaya, something her roommate had said about her much earlier in the day. She took it as a great compliment, although she knew she was thicker and her breasts were much fuller and larger than Zendaya's are. Second was that this rain was really starting to soak her and make her cold. She noticed that her hoodie was very much stuck to her body, and her nipples were poking through the fabric just slightly. The third thing she thought as she turned on her phone screen to finally acquire the time, which was 3:17 AM, was that she had to pee kinda badly, and it was no fun at all holding it, especially out in all this rain. She had been standing there with her thighs subconsciously pressed together, but now that she thought about her need, she immediately crossed her legs and squished her bare toes deep into the soft moist ground. It was 3:32 AM now, and although no fire could be seen, firefighters still hadn't cleared the way for students to re-enter the dorm. Liliana was now very cold and needed to pee more than ever. Well, maybe not more than ever. She had certainly been in worse need plenty of times before. But she still had to go badly, and the cold just escalated her need. She alternated between standing still with her legs crossed tight, and walking in a slow small circle to keep her need contained. She realized her panties were riding up very high, so she glanced around in the dark night, and when she was satisfied nobody was paying her any attention she quickly reached under her hoodie and readjusted the red and black fabric to be more comfortable. As she did this she realized that her panties were soaked from the rain, as was her hoodie, clinging to her body. The thought suddenly popped into her head... That she could pee in them and nobody at all would have a clue. The idea tempted her in her pretty desperate state, but she decided she would hold on at least a little longer and see if she could get inside. At 3:40 Liliana was crossing her legs, squeezing her pussy muscles to hold the liquid inside. She had to pee bad, but the need had seemingly plateud by now, and hadn't gotten any worse in the past few minutes. Just then she felt a tap on her shoulder, and she spun around to see two women right behind her. The one she instantly recognized as her roommate Arabella. Arabella was a beautiful woman, with pale skin, blue eyes, long legs with a cute bubble butt, midsize full perky breasts, and despite being an average height about around 5'5, she had a presence that could fill up a room. This was like partly due to her long, incredibly platinum blonde hair that fit her perfectly. Liliana wasn't gay, but her roommate was one of the prettiest woman she had ever seen in her eyes. Arabella was wearing black leggings with purple panties (Liliana knew this because she saw Arabella put them on), and a white T-shirt with no bra. This proved an unfortunate outfit choice for that night, as if the light hit her Arabellas entire shirt was completely see through from the rain. Liliana immediately saw her breasts were perked up and nipples were hard from the cold, just as her own were. The second woman was tall at about 5'10, with white but tanned skin. She seemed to be in really good shape, and her light brown eyes gave way to a pretty face and jet black hair down to her large breasts. She wasn't skinny, but definitely was not fat at all, and all her muscle and weight seemed to be perfectly distributed across her body. Liliana saw the girls outfit was certainly the most prepared of the three of them, as she was wearing blue sweatpants, now soaked dark from the rain, and a black T-shirt with a bra underneath. Arabella introduced Liliana to the girl, saying "Hey this is Ella. I met her just a little while ago standing out here haha" Ella stretched out her hand to Liliana and spoke in a southern accent not typical for this northern University, "Hi I'm Ella! Your name is?" Liliana took her hand and shook it lightly, "Liliana", she said and smiled, immediately warming up to Ella's southern hospitality. The three girls all began to talk and all hit it off well. For a minute Liliana didn't notice that her legs were uncrossed, that is until a wave hit her, and she slammed her thighs together before trying to nonchalantly cross her legs tight again. Her actions were obvious and her voice wavered slightly, but neither of the other girls seemed to notice. Despite the crappy situation, Liliana really was having a good time with her roommate and newfound friend. At 3:58 Liliana still hadn't admitted her need to pee to the other two women, but she didn't think she needed to, as her legs being crossed still seemed to be containing her desperation alright, although it was increasing little by little. Ella finally said to the other two "Well hey, I don't think we're gonna be able to get into the dorm for a while, and this rain is making me freeze. I think there's a 24 hour Waffle House down the road a little ways. You guys wanna go? I'm paying!" "Liliana immediately perked up at the thought of having a chance to pee, so she almost agreed before realizing... She isn't wearing any pants! "I'd love to, but I don't have any shorts on under this hoodie. Only panties" Liliana admitted to the other girls, blushing some at the admission. "Oh don't worry about that. I never even noticed silly! Your hoodie is longer than some skirts I've seen!" Liliana was satisfied with this and agreed to going, although she knew the hoodie only went to mid thigh while standing and would certainly be shorter yet if sitting. Arabella then said "I'd also love to. But my boobs are literally completely on display through this wet T-shirt." Ella, always one to be positive, said, don't worry, it will dry by the time we get there! It's at least a 25 minute drive, I think. Arabella was still hesitant, but the thought of peeing appealed greatly to Liliana, and she got more desperate at the thought of the chance to do so. Liliana pleaded "Yea Ella is right it will dry. I just really need to go because I REALLY have to pee, actually." As she said this she uncrossed her legs and pushed her thighs tight together, bending at the waist and bouncing on her heels. She did this partly to make a point that she had to go, and partly because it was necessary to hold it in! "Well then, let's get to walking, my cars all the way in the back parking lot!" Ella said happily as the three took off walking through the wetness. Liliana noticed the mud squishing onto her bare feet, and hoped she wouldn't get her newfound friends vehicle too dirty." This wasn't her main concern however, her main concern was the increase in desperation she found at the thought of a toilet, and she knew it was going to be a long ride. She walked with her thighs pressed tight together, and about halfway to the car when the other two girls were in conversation and not paying much attention, she even slid her hand under her hoodie and cupped her pussy through her panties for four or five seconds, relishing the help her hand brought. She did remove it however, and shuffled the rest of the way to the car. The three of them hit the back parking lot, and Ella looked at the other two while standing in front of a big white Toyota Tundra pickup truck. "There she is. The best truck in the world, hehe". The other two girls were stunned momentarily at such a beautiful vehicle, and Ella could tell, so said in her sweet southern accent, "Yea it's actually one of the families trucks but my parents let me drive it up to here. They own a horse and sheep ranch, and a very good one at that. Maybe you guys will have to come visit sometime!" Arabella stood with her arms crossed from the cold and said, "wow that's an awesome truck, I really like it. But I'm worried Liliana there will pee in it!! You look really desperate girl". All three girls had a laugh, but it was true, as when she stopped to stare at the truck, Liliana had taken to stepping in place furiously to contain her pee, although she refrained from holding herself. "Yea I've like REALLY gotta pee. Super badly actually haha but I swear I won't pee in your truck" Liliana said, mostly believing her own words. "Well let's getagoin then, we've gotta get you to a bathroom stat!" Ella happily said. Arabella put the waffle house into Google maps as the three girls climbed in and Ella started the truck, with Liliana sitting in the back seat behind Ella, but scooted towards the middle somewhat. "27 minutes to the restaurant" Arabella informed the other two, asking then "do you think you can hold it that long?" "I think I'm gonna have to! Unfortunately" Liliana replied, now sitting with her legs crossed,thighs smashed together, and her hands smudged between her thighs, although not holding herself. Ella started to drive, but attempted to make light of the desperation even more, saying "Ya know at least you are desperate now and not in the morning. Imagine how bad it might have been when you woke up!" "True, true..." Liliana replied, not saying much, but actually considering an answer to that. Then Arabella said "Yea that is true. I had to pee super bad myself this morning actually. I'm glad you had already went to class because I was dancing all over the room just trying to keep it in!" As Arabella said this she gave a small squirm, demonstrating just a portion of what had happened this morning. Ella laughed, and said "Yea I have been in bad situations myself plenty of times. I've actually gotta pee right now too, but definitely not as bad as you back there!" Liliana was in an embarrassing situation, but didn't feel too embarrassed at all about it anymore, as she was already comfortable with her roommate and quickly becoming comfortable with her newfound friend. What wasn't comfortable though was her bladder, and sitting had seemed to squish it and actually make it even worse. As Ella said "you back there", she looked into the mirror to see Liliana with her legs uncrossed and her thighs slightly parted, with her right hand up under her hoodie holding herself. "Lilianas eyes met Ella's through the mirror, and Liliana said softly "I hope you don't mind.. sitting is making it worse and I really just need the hand support, if that makes sense". Ella smiled and said"You are absolutely fine! Don't feel embarrassed at all. I know I've been there, and I'm sure Arabella has been too. Do whatever you need to do, just don't pee haha!" Arabella then turned around to see her roommate holding herself, and said "oh yes I've been there many times. Like I said I was dancing around this morning. Part of that dancing was using my hand to help hold it... It does help!" All Liliana could do was smile back, glad that the two girls up front seemed to understand her predicament. She also noticed Arabella's breasts, still very prevalent under her soaking wet shirt, and Liliana hoped her panties wouldn't get that soaking wet with her pee soon. With the Waffle House about 12 minutes away, Liliana was in a bad state. She had been holding herself with one hand constantly while moving her legs in various positions, but now she resorted to holding with two hands, and really bouncing up, down, and around. She was really embarrassed, because both women up front knew her situation, but she was really glad they were being so encouraging. Arabella glanced at the GPS and said "11 minutes left... Do you think you're gonna be able to make it?" "All Liliana could do was mutter "I have to. I can't pee myself... I can't I can't but ohhh I can't hold it!!" She had her hoodie, which was still wet with rain somewhat but drying quickly, pulled up so that her whole bottom half, only covered in her sexy panties, was completely exposed. Her hands were completely smashed against her crotch, pressing tightly against her panties, and smushed between her thighs as she gyrated, shaking the entire truck backseat. Her bladder had been full for so long, and her resolve was wavering majorly. Liliana felt a spurt escape, and it wet her panties and got just a drop on her hand. She felt like crying, and seriously wasn't sure what to do. "GUYS I just lost a little bit guys I can't make it. Ella please pull over please I'm gonna lose control" Liliana pleaded when she felt the drop hit her hand, not sure at all that more drops weren't to follow. "I can't pull over there is no shoulder on this road. Please try and hold it. Just 10 more minutes" "I can't do 10 more, I can't do it" Liliana said starting to tear up, from the pain in her bladder and her embarrassment. Another spurt hit her hand, and she asked frantically "What can I do to hold it??? I can't remember having to go this bad ever". Ella was trying to think and drive at the same time, and was really struggling to think of a solution. Arabella wasn't sure what to do either, but both women knew that Liliana was on her last straw. Just then Ella saw a gas station coming up ahead. It was closed, but that didn't matter. "Hey I'm gonna pull into that gas station, just hold it for like 1 more minute please please. I know you can do it!" Liliana, however, did not know if she could do it, as her panties were having more spurts added consistently, despite clawing support from her hands and smushed thighs. All she could do was moan back in recognition, realizing that she would pee completely if she quit focusing on holding it. They reached the gas station, and As Ella pulled in she said, "they're closed but that doesn't matter. Just jump out and pee" this was all the encouragement Liliana needed, but she forgot one important step, to jump out! Pee begin exiting her body despite her not yet being out of the truck, and she clambered to get out of the back seat and into the parking lot. She did make it out there, but the seat was already puddled with pee, and her legs had two solid streams running down them, straight through her soaked, wet panties. All she could do was stand their mortified in the parking lot, knowing that she was full on peeing herself. The other two women sat in the truck, both feeling terrible for their friend but both unsure if how to help. Seeing Liliana wet herself didn't help Ella however, who also had to pee, and watching this accident forced Ella to shove her own left hand between her legs to hold it in. Finally Liliana's accident was over, and she climbed into the truck and slid her panties off, threw them on the floor, then slid over to the dry side of the seat, as her hoodie had only gotten minimal amounts of pee onto it. She finally spoke up,having to hold back tears, "I'm so so so sorry about your seat. I just... I couldn't hold it". Ella gently smiled back and said "don't you worry about a thing. Seats dry. I'm just glad you feel better now. But I've still gotta pee. Very badly now. So what do you say, should we still go get waffles?" Arabella spoke "we definitely should, if you're up for it Liliana?" Liliana couldn't help but smile a little bit back, and she agreed. Ella was so glad when they pulled into the parking lot, as she seriously had to go pee. She had had a hand constantly in her crotch for the last five minutes, and she quickly turned the truck off and asked the other two while bouncing in her seat "I've gotta get inside there. Are you girls ready to go in?!" Arabella looked at her shirt, and even though it was still somewhat see through with wetness, she agreed. Liliana felt incredibly self conscious as she now wasn't wearing panties and literally only had the hoodie on, but she couldn't back out now, so she also agreed. As they walked inside Liliana and Arabella took a seat while Ella beelined for the restroom, grateful beyond relief that the room was empty, and she could get her much needed relief... Thanks for reading! I'm open for any feedback, and I'm also open to any scenario suggestions for what a future chapter should potentially entail?

I recently had a a seven hour drive to a skiing trip and inspired by this lovely post here I decided to also give this naughty fun a try and not make any restroom stops on the way there. 😁 I put my new snowpants on over my blue jeans and shorts and got in the car. As I had not tested them before I also sat on a towel, in case they would not hold for the entire trip. Then I headed off to the highway. I had a couple of coffees this morning but not too many as I did not want to soak them entirely right at the start. After half an hour or so, I pulled over to the right lane. I figured that peeing my pants while going 130mph might not be the safest way to drive. So I put on cruise control, relaxed and let go for the first time. Wow, that really felt sooo good with the warm pee spreading in my croch and down to my back. Before the stream reached my knees, I stopped and let it soak in for a while. The material of the snowpants is really amazing. Keeps the warmth and wetness but not showing anything on the outside. And it feels really good and squishy when they are soaked and I press my thighs together. I repeated that every half an hour or so and drank a lot of water in between. I had lots of naughty fun and could hardly keep my hands from me while driving.😉 I just made one break to get some gas. But I did not use the restroom. I just walked around a bit and peed some more this time until the first drops came out at the legs. The snowpants did a remarkable job in keeping all the wetness inside. The only weekness seems to be around the zipper, where a larger dark spot appeared and also caused a little stain on my polo shirt (you see it a bit on the second picture). But that could be easily covered when I checked in at the hotel. Needless to say that when I arrived at my room, first thing I did was help me to an explosive orgasm. Afterwards I emptied the rest of my bladder into my pants. That was an amazing ride. The inner layers had completely changed color by the time I arrived. Luckily I made some pictures on the road. Thanks again for the naughty inspiration 😉

Just 2 shorts wettings I found! If anyone knows the source, don't be shy to link it! -2030949354.mp4 1977222321.mp4

Share videos of people just making it to the toilet, or those who couldn't make it. Genders other than female are allowed too, just make sure to note what gender(s) are involved in the video you share. I'll start. Here's a video of a girl who barely made it. Her jeans zipper is stuck and she has a very frantic pee dance. She wets herself a bit before being able to pull down her jeans. Really hot! KiaKiiss Barely Made It.mp4

So this happened a few times between me and a non-blood related cousin I met after my aunt remarried.. Lets call him Damon. We met in high school after his dad married my aunt and we see each other at family gatherings. As the only “big kids” (17 when we met, 18 when anything happened, both in our early 20s now), we usually had a lot of alone time playing video games and watching movies in the household basement during big long family get togethers. One time we played truth or dare that got a little out of hand… I showed him my tits, he showed me his dick, though we didn’t touch each other or anything. I’m actually a lesbian, but I was so bored, and seeing Damon was at least exciting. Anyways, we were gaming for a while and he said he had to piss, so I joking dared him to piss his pants. I thought he was trying to gross me out or something when he actually did. He said “fine” like it was nothing, didn’t even pause the game, just pissed right through his pants while we sat on the floor together. It was so hot seeing a boy piss his pants which I’d never seen before, but I laughed it off and called him crazy. He told me I was too chicken to do it too, so… I peed myself also. I was in a skirt, so I just lifted it and peed in my panties. We’ve done this a few times in the past years… we see each other rarely, but if we’re by ourselves and have to pee, we just piss our pants and dare the other one to do the same like an inside joke. I’ve also showed him my tits and pussy a couple times on a dare and seen him piss with his dick out a few times. Sorry if this is too fucked up to share but we’re basically just friends and it’s some of the only irl omo experience I’ve had… Hope you guys found this enjoyable !

Hi all, I'm a mom of two kids in my 40s. I think that I have a pretty normal bladder. Over the years I wet myself a bunch of times but I guess that goes for most women. It's not a regular thing, except for the tittle "sneeze leaks". If I sneeze real hard and I happen to need the toilet...there will be a wet spot in my panties. Other than that, my accidents have been very few. There were a bunch of accidents during my second pregnacy, especially when I was throwing up (which was a big problem). On those occasions I experienced anything between little dribbles in my underwear to a puddle on the bathroom floor if I dashed from bed in the morning with my bladder full. But throwing up was just nasty, I would rather forget these episodes. Other than that...not much worth mentioning. Lately I've noticed that my sexual interests are shifting a bit. When I have a sneeze leak, one side of my brain will say "fuck no, not again" while the other side of my brain would sometimes be like "oops... I just could not help that" with a weird sense of excitement. I figure that there is something inside me that wants to loose control and be unable to help myself from something embarassing such as peeing in my clothes. I decided I want to be a naughty girl and get into this strange excitment a bit more... 😉 There was this one time a while ago where I was watching the children on recess and I had to pee very bad but had to hold it for a bit. By the time I got to the bathroom I found out I had actually leaked in my underwear just from holding it too long..! Big "oops", but also major excitement because I felt that I had completely accidentally been soo close to a real bladder accident. I have been trying to reproduce that feeling at home a couple of times, but all I experienced was a painfully full bladder and some mild nauseaus feelings, before I just went to the bathroom. I don't understand why I was leaking that day and so far it didn't come again. I guess I want to provoke somehow having a bladder accident... maybe my darkest desire I want to do it in public but surely I don't dare that. This site feels like a safe place to explore these fantasies... Thanks for listening, Karen

Hey all, I don’t normally have genuine accidents but every now and again I do so I thought it’d be fun to share with you. So I’m in fairly good shape, but I like to make sure I do a little bit of exercise everyday to stay on top of my physical and mental health. Because of this I like to play Ring Fit Adventure fairly regularly. When I play I put my my all into it so I have a yoga mat down, yoga pants on and I make sure that I’m properly hydrated before starting. It all started off normal running through the worlds and doing the battles but I continue to keep putting away the glasses of water as I’m going for the first 10-15 minutes. After this point though I start having a problem and leaking a little. Usually I feel when I need to go but apparently this was one of the times I’d drank so much my brain checked out. I’m just getting into a workout so don’t really want to have an accident so I got to the bathroom before returning to it. I then leak a little again followed by another trip to the bathroom and then again. By the fourth time my crotch is thoroughly wet and there’s little dark pee stains going down my baby blue yoga pants to my knees where it’s dribbled out so I just kind of gave up fighting it and just let what happens happen. Slowly I leak more onto my yoga mat until I’m jogging in a small puddle. By this point I thought I was finished and I thought I’d be able to make it another 10-15 minutes to the end of my workout without any more accidents as I was already starting to feel chilly. My body had other plans as I sat down to do a thigh press and a few presses in I peed really hard all over myself. Even though no one else was there I felt super embarrassed and my face felt like it was so red and hot. My accident was now all over my controller and butt was soaked. I tied a hoodie around my waist to keep the chill away from my legs and despite a few more dribbles I managed to finish for the day. Sorry if my little story time was a little long and drawn out. I’m not used to posting this stuff in forums 😅

The best laid plans... I was wearing light protection today as that's my new everyday attire, and I bent down to lift a heavy amazon box that got delivered (ironically filled with a case of my padded nightwear). I sneezed right as I was in a half squat kind of and the gush apparently just went out the side of the gusset and didn't soak into the underwear at all. I didn't really try to stop the sneeze because, first of all, hard; second, I knew I had a small barrier to catch little leaks. Or thought I did. So I guess in the future I should rethink that. It shot straight through my pants more on the left side and I got a small 2 puddles on the floor.

Woman wets her panties while hanging something up https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph624441d2d2062

Bicycle Baby (Another classic from years gone by) As she lay in bed cuddled up to her boyfriend, Karen realized that she had never before felt so good about herself. Ever since she had revealed all to Peter about her secret fantasies and desires, things had been just wonderful. It had all started one Sunday afternoon just a couple of weeks before, when after making love they had stayed in bed for several hours discussing what turned them on. Karen had been very vague at first, and it took a lot of reassuring from Peter to get her to open up. She had never told anyone before, and had always thought she must be the only person in the world who had such unusual interests. Sometimes she had even worried that she must be crazy or something, and dreaded what other people would think if they ever found out that she wanted to wet her bed and be pinned in diapers like a baby. Peter had been understanding beyond her wildest dreams, and even admitted that the thought of putting her in diapers was one of the sexiest things he could imagine. In some ways Karen’s confession had not come as a total surprise to him, as he had already noticed things that had made him wonder - little things like the time he had caught her looking through the packages of diapers in the supermarket and pharmacy, and the way she always put her hand between her legs and crossed them tightly whenever a diaper commercial came on television. Then of course there was the night she wet the bed! How could he forget? He was half woken up by the sound of his new girlfriend wriggling around in the bed beside him, and the feel of something strangely warm beneath him. When he had suddenly rolled over to cuddle her, he caught her playing with herself through her soaked nightie and panties. She had insisted otherwise of course, but he was never convinced. Now that it was all out in the open though, there was no longer any need for Karen to lie. She even stopped hiding her ‘baby’ things when he came to stay, and there was talk they might even move in together. For now though she was just happy to have him there with her, and to be cuddling up to someone who understood her needs. The diaper that Peter had put her into earlier felt soft and warm, and she wriggled around gently to feel the bulkiness between her thighs and to hear the rustle of her plastic baby pants. Peter was already asleep, so as she began to head that way herself, she went over in her mind the events of the afternoon. Peter and Karen were keen cyclists, and for a couple of hours in the middle of the day they had ridden to a nearby town and back. Both were exhausted on their return, and while Karen collapsed on the bed to recuperate, Peter flopped himself down on the floor and rested his arms and head on the end of the bed. Karen was lying on her back with her knees up and legs slightly apart, and as they were talking, Peter noticed a small wet patch on the crotch of her bike shorts. At first he figured it was just perspiration, but all of a sudden Karen let out a little sigh and the wet patch suddenly glistened and grew to about twice the size. Despite his exhaustion, Peter very quickly became aware of the growing erection in his pants, and when he saw the little stain glistening again, he jumped up on the bed to position himself between her feet. "I know what you’re doing" he announced, "and if you don’t behave yourself, you know I’m going to have to punish you. In fact I’m going to get your diaper bag right now." The expectation of being ‘punished’ was too much for Karen, and with a slight quiver in her voice and a sudden rush of warmth between her thighs, she tried to protest. ‘I’m sorry Peter, but I’m too tired to get up and go to the bathroom. Please don’t punish me. I’ll be a good girl from now on, I promise.’ Without even replying, Peter hooked his fingers into the waistband of her saturated shorts and drew them slowly down her legs. As her panties came into view he began to laugh, as just like a wetness indicator on a disposable diaper, the little white bow on the front had gone a definite shade of yellow. ‘Well there’s no doubt now,’ he scolded, ‘you definitely need to be punished.’ Karen by now had her thumb firmly in her mouth, and was unable to reply. Instead she just responded by wiggling her bum in the wetness beneath her, and offering no resistance when Peter lifted her up in arms and carried her to the changing table. Once on the table Karen continued to wriggle around, as she liked the feel of the towel on her bottom, and especially the way it moved slightly from side to side, sliding against the plastic sheet. Peter proceeded to take off her wet shorts and panties. He then then unfolded a thick disposable diaper on the table in front of her. Lifting her forward onto the diaper, Karen helped the process by holding her tee shirt up out of the way, pulling her knees up against her chest and letting them fall apart. With her hands occupied, and exposed as she was, she felt so helpless and babyish, especially when the smell of baby powder filled the air. She moved gently against his hand as Peter smoothed the powder over her shaved sex, and thrust herself forward slightly as the diaper was pulled tightly between her legs and taped up snuggly. The diaper crinkled loudly as he rubbed the plastic against her moistening pussy. That was the part she enjoyed the most, although the feeling and sound of the plastic pants being drawn up her legs almost just as good. Peter made sure that he tucked all the stray bits of plastic inside her baby pants. It was just like it had always been with her mother, and even though as a teenager she hated being put into a diaper, now with Peter, at 24 years old, it was pure bliss. Now safely in her diaper, Karen felt suitably babyish, but she wasn’t prepared for what happened next. Before she even had time to react, Peter had slipped her wet bike shorts up her legs and over her diapers. ‘You think the punishment is over, don’t you,’ he teased, ‘but now we’re going down to the corner store, and all you can wear over your diapers are your pee stained shorts!’ She was mortified, and this time her protests were for real. "But Peter, I can’t. What if someone sees me, or hears my diapers and plastic pants crinkling. And by the look of the bulge, they’re going to know I’m wearing diapers." ‘And so they should. If a big girl like you still wets her bed and wears diapers, then it’s time you learned to accept the consequences.’ With that he lifted her off the table, and left her standing there while he slipped into the next room to change into his track pants. Karen found herself standing in front of the full length bedroom mirror, and she turned from side to side to examine her condition. Even though her earlier ‘accident’ was not really visible on the shiny material, the shorts still had a very strong smell of pee. But worse than that, the stretchy fabric hugged the shape and contours of her diaper perfectly. Even when she pulled her tee shirt down as far as it would go, it was no use. Peter soon emerged, and began pulling her gently towards the front door. ‘If you want you can wheel your bicycle down,’ he added. ‘That way you can get home faster, but remember that your diapers will show then for sure!’ Karen wasn’t quite sure whether to take the bicycle or not, but eventually decided it might be something she could hide behind. Walking in diapers was something she was very used to, but not down the street! The padding making her legs slightly apart, the rustling sound of the plastic - it was all part of her fantasy, but this was something different. She knew the bulge of her diapers was plainly visible below the hem of her short tee shirt, and it just seemed like every passerby was looking at her. It was exciting though, in a strange kind of way, to be a big baby in the street, and the possibility of getting caught was starting to turn her on. It was slow going, what with Karen stopping every few minutes to look around and check there was no one she knew, but eventually the corner store came into view. Despite the fact that there was no one about, Karen stopped dead in her tracks and refused to move. ‘I can’t Peter, I’m too scared,’ she whimpered, ‘My diapers are too obvious. And now I need to go pee again. Oh Pete, please can we go home.’ ‘Not until we’ve been inside and bought something,’ he insisted as he smacked her gently on her padded bottom. ‘This is your punishment for being a naughty girl, and you’re not getting out of it. And as for needing to go the toilet - you know exactly what to do!" Somehow she mustered up the courage and they approached the entrance to the shop. She could have run away of course, and refused to do as she was told, but something urged her on. Maybe she secretly wanted to be caught, to have everyone know she still wet her bed, and to be called a big baby by her friends. The fantasy excited her greatly, but was she up to the reality. Had they been maybe just a few minutes later, she may never have known the answer, but just as they entered the store, her worst nightmare was suddenly realized. Standing directly in front of her in the doorway were two of her girlfriends from college! ‘Hi, how was the ride?’ asked the nearer of the two, ‘You look a bit flushed. Maybe you should get something to drink.’ Despite being in state of shock, Karen tried as hard as she could to act normally. But her throat seemed to be blocked, and her ‘hi’ in reply was really nothing more than a squeak. She felt herself go weak at the knees, and was thankful for the handy pretense of being exhausted. Then the question she had been dreading. "Oh my God Karen - what are you wearing?" She swallowed hard, and glanced over to Peter, her eyes begging him to rescue her. "They’re special padded bike shorts" he said confidently, "so you don’t get sore on long trips - really comfortable! I’ve got some on under my track suit." ‘Well, maybe they’re comfortable, but how can you wear them Karen? You know what they look like, don’t you? Anyone would think you had diapers on or something!" It was all too much, and the look on her face must have said it all. She didn’t even hear how Peter replied, as she was already out of the shop and climbing onto her bicycle. Not until she had turned the first corner did she begin to slow down and take stock of what had just happened. It was all just so humiliating that she could barely believe it. ‘Padded bike shorts!’ she repeated to herself. ‘No one would believe that.’ But then she had to admit they did feel kind of comfortable and snug on the seat, especially the way the diaper was pushed up tightly between her legs. As she began to concentrate more on sensations down below, it was only then that she realized her diapers were rather warm and squishy. ‘I couldn’t have’, she thought, ‘Not in front of the others.’ But she had! Through all the shock and embarrassment of getting caught in her diapers, she had stood there and helplessly wet herself like a big baby. By the time Karen arrived home however, and made it up to her bedroom, her entire feelings about the incident seemed to have changed. Far from feeling shocked and embarrassed, a wave of sexual excitement and arousal was sweeping over her. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself from every angle, first with her bike shorts still on, and then without. She lifted the hem of her tee shirt to fully expose her plastic pants and diapers, and imagined herself still in the store, only this time truthfully owning up to what a big baby she was.

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Just wanted to make a quick comment since it seems that there were some requests that didn't appear in the thread until now ( I guess the comments were just recently approved) You sure can~ 2B sounds good to me! Added to the queue -- To follow the system of doing requests chronologically, I'll be adjusting the queue to account for the time the original comments were made. So the queue is: 2 dm requests, Tentacool, (Breepee?), AJA, AkenoSama, Omorashi100, Spectre Jester, Will88 Thanks again for the requests! I promise my next post will include a picture! I'm making better progress than expected, so hopefully I'll be posting my aforementioned drawing this weekend and the first request some time next week. Look forward to it!

This. I am a very petite person and look half my damn age. I get carded and mistaken for like a mid teen all the time despite the fact that I'm 26 going on 27. This, for whatever reason, is the sort of concept that is really hard for some people to grasp, that most of the people you think look like teenagers when you're walking around in public probably are not, your concept of teens is screwed up by watching so much tv where teenagers are just played by people like me LMAO

Make-way Model (Pic unrelated, no pregnancy in this story) Aaaaand, there! Perfect! Sandy smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she finished brushing a lock of black hair and let it fall around her shoulder. Another day, another photoshoot to attend. Such was the life of a model. She'd barely woken up a few minutes ago, and was already stuck in front of the bathroom mirror beautifying herself, mostly on the insistence of her mom. Thankfully the hair was the hard part, and that was all done. Reaching for a tube of lipstick, Sandy leaned forward to apply it. As she leaned in to dress her lips, Sandy felt a sudden uncomfortable pressure down where the bathroom counter pressed against her abdomen. With a frown she pulled back, realizing in her hurry to get ready she hadn't gotten a chance to pee yet, and her body was finally catching up. Sandy leaned in once more, being mindful of where she placed her lower body this time, and quickly applied the lipstick. Grabbing her bow, she swiftly fixed her hair and applied the accessory, before stepping over to the toilet to lift the lid. Spinning around, she began to undo the button on her skirt, only to be interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. "Sandra! Are you done yet? We have to get going!" Sandy jumped. Already? "Uh, almost, I just have to-" "Whatever it is, it can wait!" her mom cut back. "We're going to be late!" Retrieving her phone from her pocket, Sandy checked the time and grimaced. She hadn't realized how much time she'd spent here already. "Uhh okay mom, but can I ju-" "No buts! I'm going to go get the car started," came the final reply before her mom's shoes clattered away. Feeling her bladder ache, Sandy had half a mind to drop her underwear and go anyway, but she had already upset her mom enough for the day. Sighing, she left the bathroom and hurriedly gathered together everything she needed for the photoshoot, before hurrying downstairs and out the front door where her mom had already backed out of the garage. After locking the front door she hopped in the passenger seat and began strapping herself in as her mom immediately started backing out. As they set off down the road, Sandy was immediately treated to a short lecture by her mom, first a quick scolding for not being punctual, followed by a lecture of what was expected of her at this specific photoshoot. It was a much more high-profile photoshoot than the ones she was used to; she'd be on the cover of a famous regional fashion magazine. What was expected of her was pretty straightforward, as it wasn't her first job like this, what was relevant to her predicament though was an emphasis on being punctual, as being even a minute late would be noticed. That, and she wouldn't be allowed to leave till it was over. Realization began to set in as she regretted not putting aside time for a toilet break. The rest of the car ride was painfully quiet, as Sandy wallowed in regret. Her bladder was unusually full, and the bumps in the road began to get to her. It was roughly a half hour drive to the modeling firm, and according to the firm, she had to be ready in that amount of time. She had planned on peeing when she got there, and indeed would have to, she just hoped there would be ample time to relieve herself upon arrival. She valued her job, and dared not upset her mom, but there was no way she could hold this for an entire photoshoot. With phone in one hand, and the other subtly pressing against her crotch, Sandy began increasingly nervous as they approached their destination, time becoming increasingly tight. Thankfully her mom was content to drop her off at the front of the building before going to find parking. Grabbing a small bag of necessities, Sandy hurried up the steps, feeling her bladder throb with every step, but not having much choice in the matter. Arriving at the receptionist's desk, she once again checked her phone. 2 minutes to go. Too close for comfort, but theoretically enough time. "H-hello, appointment with Mr. Wake?" Sandy huffed. The receptionist looked up. "Sandra, correct?" "Yes." "Down the hall to my right, third door on the left." "Th-thank you. Also d-do you know where there's a bathroom?" The receptionist pointed to a bathroom door she had missed on the way in. Sandy thanked her and hurried off towards it. Feeling her bladder throb, she began openly grabbing herself as she burst through the door, rushing towards the nearest stall. There was no one else in the bathroom and she was being rushed in more ways than one, and thus decided not to waste precious seconds closing the door. She'd be on full display if someone happened to walk in, but right now she needed to go. With a whine, Sandy popped the button on her skirt and tore down her undergarments, feeling herself start to leak as she hovered her butt above the toilet. The floodgates opened and she fell upon the edge of the toilet with a strained sigh, a loud clattering echoing below her as she began gushing pee into the modeling firm toilet. The ache in her bladder subsided as she flooded the bowl with fresh urine, while the sounds of her relief echoed off the walls of the whole bathroom. Despite the euphoria of relief, Sandy was still in a hurry. Ripping off some toilet paper to have ready, she whipped out her phone and checked the time. The two minutes had already elapsed and she was due to be in the manager's office right now. A fearful chill ran down her spine, but her bladder was still full and she was greedy for relief. She strained, hoping to hurry it along, and while the hissing of her pee intensified, it did little to actually help. The minute ticked over seconds before the last drops fell out, leaving her to quickly dry her crotch and redress herself, before hurrying out of the bathroom without even flushing or washing her hands. Remembering the instructions from earlier, Sandy practically ran down the hall, slowing down only at the door to her manager to compose herself before calmly stepping inside. "Hello Mr. Wake! Sorry I'm late!" Sitting at a desk on the other side of the room, her manager looked up and immediately waved his hand. "Ah, don't worry Miss Sandra, a minute late is nothing to be sorry about, traffic's bad today anyway. If anything, you're early..." Sandy struggled not to scream.

The sun was obscured by tall, pine covered Vermont mountains. A dark blue 1988 Pontiac 6000 LE Safari crested a hilltop road, driving it was a skinny, blonde young man, in the passenger seat, his girlfriend. The car was silent, aside from the rhythmic clunking of passing over highway connection points. The young lady looked over at her boyfriend, breaking the past 20 minutes of silence with a very meek, almost inaudible “Hey..” The boy broke eye contact with the road, opting to look at the thick, jet black bangs of rich hair that utterly blinded his girlfriend. The two were a rather silent couple, in the four years of high school love-dovery they had experienced together, they always remained mostly silent. They would sometimes go weeks, or over a month without exchanging so much as a hum, but they never failed to spend some of each day in each other's presence. The contact of eyes to her felt like a wave of boiling heat, her soul flinched, and she grabbed her hair, holding it up to her face to hide behind it. Her face underneath was red as her own blood, something about his body language today, -something the two had become exceptionally skilled at reading- made her feel a sort of way. She knew what this way was, but refused to admit it to herself. “I have something to show you, I think you might like it.” she informed him, softly as always. Her boyfriend’s eyes were already affixed on the road again, which freed her from her flustered hiding place. She reached into the back seat, and grabbed her handbag. She reached inside, and pulled out a few items, all encased in brown paper bags. Twisting her body around like that had intensified a slight aching that had been in her lower abdomen most of the day, but it was still barely tame enough to ignore. She figured that she could wait a bit before bringing his attention to it. “I was looking at the Sears catalog a few days ago..” “Hm?” “...And, well- I saw something you might like..” The young man looked back at his girlfriend, her lips formed a shadow of a smile, but it was a smile. His eyes followed her perfectly thin arms until he caught a glimpse of what was in her hands. His eyes widened, and he snapped back to his relentless stare at the road, hoping to distract himself from what he had seen. Yes, he certainly liked it. He liked it a lot. It made him feel warm inside. The girl twisted around again to put the items back in her bag. Much to the displeasure of the mysterious aching in her body. She felt like she had spoken too much for the time being, so she opted to press her legs together, and rest her hands on the end of her skirt. She remained silent for the following 15 minutes, her eyes locked on to the thin, transparent denier tights that wrapped around her legs. She watched as they reflected, and became more or less transparent when the sun hit them at different angles every time the car turned. This reminded her that she needed to get more, as this was her last pair that wasn't ripped from how delicate they were. Suddenly, the boy’s Pontiac crested a rather pointed hill, giving the girl a brief feeling of weightlessness, then a sharp jolt of pain from the aching area. It suddenly felt a lot worse, almost as if her ignorance of it had kept the pain at bay all day, only for the sudden grasp of attention to make her realize how much it actually hurt! She grasped her skirt tightly, and ignored her desire to remain quiet for longer. “Sam?” she mumbled. “Jamie?” “May I please use the restroom?” “No.” “Okay.” It took her a second to realize what he had just said. She looked over at him. “What? What do you mean ‘No’?” “I mean no.” “But I haven't gone all day, the teachers kept denying me.” “I’m denying you too.” “Oh, okay.” It took her another second to realize what he had just said again. “But I need to go really badly.” She mentioned. “I am not going to let you, though.” She stared intently at her knees, pressing them tightly together, the skin around the contact points turning white beneath the shaded tights from the pressure. “Why?” “Do you want an honest answer?” “I’d like one, please.” “And you won’t get mad?” “I promise.” “And you won't find me weird?” “I won’t.” Sam hesitated for a second. Two seconds, actually. No, more like around a minute. He stared at the road the whole time, chills running up his spine. Jamie waited, her impatience growing slightly as her bladder was still waking up and realizing its true fullness. “Because, I think it’s cute when you have to pee.” Jamie tilted her head, curiosity overpowering her enough to distract her from her bladder. “Elaborate, please.” Sam hesitated for only a few seconds this time, “I think its hot when you really have to pee.” He sighed, stressfully. “To put it in simple terms, I have a fetish for women needing to pee.” “Huh.” She replied. This was possibly the most they have talked in a day, and it was interesting. But as the initial shock of intrigue faded, her bladder came right back, ready to chastise her viciously for ignoring it. She put her hands together like a knife, and jabbed it into her skirt. Sam applied a white-knuckled grasp on to the steering wheel of his car. The combination of what she purchased from Sears, and her current situation painted a very, very desirable picture in his mind. “Can I please use the bathroom?” “No.” “Is there any point in asking further?” “No.” “I understand.” Jamie responded, a twinge of curiosity still in her voice. After about an hour of silent driving, repeatedly interrupted by the swishing of Jamie’s tights as they rubbed together, becoming exponentially more frequent as they neared their destination. The Pontiac broke off of the main road, down a dirt path, and stopped at the edge of a small embankment overlooking a lake. From here, they could watch the sunset. Sam stepped out of the car, walked around the front to Jamie’s side, and opened the door for her. Jamie slowly stepped out, wobbling slightly when she was fully up. Her bladder really disagreed with this, it suddenly felt weighted, and it stung quite a bit. She immediately crossed her legs and hunched over, one hand on her knees, the other firmly against her crotch. “Is it really that bad?” Asked Sam. Jamie nodded. “Yes! I haven't used the bathroom since before I left the house…” She took a deep breath. “Give me a minute, I need to change into the new stuff.” Sam replied with a short “Ok.” and walked closer to the embankment, looking at the orange sunlight gleaming off the ripples in the lake water. No more than a minute later, Jamie walked in front of him, and in front of the sun. She appeared as nothing more than a silhouette at first. She was gorgeous, with sleek curves, flowing hair, it was truly a perfect sight. Sam's eyes were quickly drawn to one noticeable feature of her silhouette, her bladder was so heavily swollen and distended, it looked like she was nursing a slight pregnancy. Soon, Sam’s eyes adjusted to the silhouette, revealing that she was wearing a beautiful set of black floral lace lingerie. It consisted of a very well strapped bra that perked her chest up nicely, black shoulder length gloves with lacy sleeve tips, A waist garter that held up a pair of lace-topped thigh high stockings, underneath it sat a pair of lacy black panties, and the whole thing was topped off with a pair of 6 inch high heels. The lingerie stuck perfectly to her thin, but tall frame, but the true star was the swelling of her bladder. It bulged so much, it was quite obvious that a full day of drinks and waiting was sitting patiently inside of her. “Do you like it?” Jamie asked shyly. Nobody had ever seen much of her skin, and the floral lace meant that parts of her that were “Covered” were still able to be seen. Sam was astounded. She looked like an angel, and from his silence, she could tell exactly how much he loved it. She could also tell where he was looking, she broke her stillness, quickly knifing both hands into her crotch again, and hunching over. It took her a second to realize that her bladder was actually as swollen as it was, and that it was the reason he was looking there. She felt deeply embarrassed, but seemed to appreciate the fact that he was enjoying it. Even if it hurt so much that she had to put effort into not crying. Sam held out his hand, knowing she’d have to struggle more to hold it if she could only use one. “Want to hold hands until the sun sets? It would be pretty romantic.” That night, April 12th, 1988, a boy and a girl, deep in their teenage love, held hands as they watched the sunset. One was comfortable as he could be, with a slight smile on his face as the final gleams of sunlight disappeared from the hills, the other was almost naked, cold, frantic, and in excruciating pain. She couldn't stand upright enough to catch a single glimpse of the sun, as she was too occupied with pee-dancing the entire time. However, as soon as the landscape became dark, something clicked. It was like a button within her was pushed. Her bladder had swollen in just the right way to trigger something. Somehow, by some mysterious turn of events.. She liked it. Mari here, thanks for reading! I am working on a continuation to this right away. feel free to discuss or ask questions below! I'll be wearing an identical set of lingerie and heels to her as I work on part two, I wont forget the "bladder was so heavily swollen and distended, it looked(s) like she was(I am) nursing a slight pregnancy" either. That is an integral part of her outfit.

Ok wow. I made it back. I had to go through 3 lit carports and then to mine which the light is burnt out on. As I opened my back gate to go into my back area, my neighbors next door came out theirs and I rushed in mine. But then I froze because I didn't want to trigger the auto light by my back door until they pulled away (I heard them beep their car). I took a pic while I was waiting. After they pulled out and drove away I dashed from my back gate to my back door and then inside. If anyone was looking at my back door from the parking area they would have seen me in peed jeans under a 120 W light going in the back door super quick. Gotta say it was a rush but I'm still in a bit of shame spiral and feeling dumb. It's not the first time I've had to walk from my carport to my back door with peed pants. I guess it may not be the last. Later I'm hoping I can take pleasure from this. I'm already starting a bit now I think. Early hours yet. Ha.

I was staying in a hotel/beach house last week with some friends. It was a big place, but only one bathroom. We also had a hot tub, so people went in and put of the bathroom constantly to change their clothes or do their hair. On the last morning, I woke up early and went swimming. The cottage was facing away from the town, so I chose to go nude. I hadn't consumed all that much liquid, but the feeling of the hot water made me feel a fake urgency. I always feel like I have to go really bad when I'm around hot water! Eventually the feeling was annoying because I wanted to relax, so I grabbed my towel, covered the hot tub and went back inside. Right as I opened the hotel door, my friend Tasha went into the bathroom and closed the door. I figured she wouldn't be long, so I sat on the edge of my bed and waited. It still felt like I had to go pretty urgently, but it wasn't a big deal to wait. I took my towel off and started drying my hair. As I was wrapping the towel around me again, I heard the shower turn on. Immediately the urge to pee increases and I began to squirm in the doorway. I knew it would be at least 15 minutes before she was out of the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and wiggled from side to side. I thought if I just relaxed, the urge would go away. I folded the clothes on the floor to distract myself, but with each passing moment, I became more desperate. I jumped up off the bed and danced around as it felt like I would leak at any moment. I crossed my legs frantically and knew I couldn't keep waiting. I took off my towel and looked around my room. I was still naked and knew I would have an accident if I tried to get dressed. I had no idea where everyone else was so I couldn't run outside to pee either. My muscles ached holding it in. I love wetting, but I didn't want to make a big wet stain on the floor before we checked out. I am not at all interested in diapers or anything like that, but I knew I was running out of time. I squeezed my legs together and picked my grey towel off the ground. I kept dancing around desperately as I stuffed as much of the towel as I could between my bare legs. I wrapped it around my waist to make sure my whole pelvic region was covered. I finally relaxed and felt the towel grow warm and wet. The feeling made my brain react and I got so nervous that I instinctively stopped peeing. I pressed my pussy into the towel and let the desperation take over. I closed my eyes and held my crotch as I pissed full force into the towel. It got darker and heavy until I finally stopped. I put the towel in my laundry bag and kept packing my bags. Luckily no leaks! 😚

Chapter 1 Scott could hardly contain his giddiness as he turned his steering wheel to make a left at the intersection. After several weeks of careful planning, scheming, checking, and rechecking, he finally had a free weekend for himself. He had spent those weeks ordering discrete packages filled with supplies of a particular nature and tinkering in his garage on a device that he hoped would be able to fulfill his wildest fantasies. He could feel his heart pound in his chest as he put his blinker on and changed lanes, wanting to get home as soon as legally possible. Scott had had a great week at work, his boss had been admiring the white leopard's progress for a while now. He had recently designed a filing system that, according to his calculations, had increased the company’s data storage system by a whole 12.4%. The subsequent increase in efficiency had also increased his paycheck to a much sizable amount, which he had recently been putting to good use. Scott was a brilliant engineer and computer programmer, his passion for creation had brought him to work for Sky-TEC industries, a company that specializes in creating computers whose processing power and ability to complete tasks in incredibly low amounts of time had brought them up to one of the best technology companies in the world. But as brilliant as this company was, Scott was just a little bit more brilliant. Scott had quite unmistakably come into contact with a piece of technology that was top secret and incredibly powerful. Many would use it for great evil, while some might use it to achieve near indestructibility. Scott however, wasn't particularly interested in any of those things. Scott had some very private tendencies that he had never shared with anyone since he was a child. Specifically, he loved indulging in infantile fantasies, imagining himself just like a little kid again. From feeling the warmth of a freshly soaked diaper, to the pleasurable struggle of being put in bondage whilst wearing a soiled diaper, unable to do anything about his current predicament, to the wonderful childlike freedom of just wearing a diaper and t-shirt whilst watching children's shows on TV. Scott had spent a good amount of time imagining exactly what he'd love to do to or by himself if he had the time and resources to fulfill his fantasies. Fantasies that he hoped would be fulfilled very soon. Scott pulled into the driveway of his comfortable little home. It wasn't anything special, he had little furnishings to decorate it with, but it had what he liked to consider an "aesthetical amount of space". He turned off the engine, grabbed his shoulder bag, and exited the car, walking into his garage. He flicked on the lights, and as the light bulbs blinked awake the device that he'd spent months on putting together sat on his workshop table. To put it bluntly, Scott had been programming a device that would essentially stop time itself. Through a combination of biotechnology, an improbability-engine, and a calculator that essentially worked on the whimsical nature of the polarity of electrons whirling around in titanium atoms in the contraption, the device was able to access the particular genetic code of the user and ignore all cells with the sequence, then continue to all other organic matter and inorganic matter and "freeze them in place". Scott didn't fully understand it, but he knew how to put the parts together and calibrate the machine. One might think that experimenting with such a device would be incredibly risky, but Scott had that figured out as well. He had coded in a fail-safe into the device. If a large amount of cells of the individual who had activated the device began to shut down at a rapid enough pace indicating possible death, it would essentially reverse the freezing process restoring reality to normal. Scott picked up the device with baited breath. It didn't look like anything special, like a TV remote except with fewer buttons and what looked like more volume controls. He connected his phone to the remote and fed it information about the current time, position of earth relative to the sun, and relative temperatures around the world. He hoped that the device would be able to send out the proper frequency into the molecules around it, setting off the time freezing reaction properly. He knew that if it failed, it may fail spectacularly, possibly even harming him despite the fail safe. A green light on the device shone, indicating that it was ready to be activated. He closed his eyes, pressed his eyes shut, and pushed a large red button with his finger. A loud rushing sound echoed through his ears, he fell backwards sputtering and coughing, he felt as if everything in a single part of his body was getting lightly tickled with electricity, he yelled in alarm, but before he could yell for more than a second it all stopped. Scott looked around. Everything looked. . . normal. He went over to the garage switch and pressed it, a whirring sound came from the door as it opened. He padded outside and his jaw dropped. Birds hung eerily in the air, much like bricks don't. Leaves stood stalk still, frozen as a gust of wind was blowing through it. Scott fanned himself with a paw experimentally, looking at it as he felt the air particles against his whiskers and fur. He had done it. He had created a device that stopped time. It stopped time for everything and everyone! Everyone, except him. Scott hooted and hollered! He started running down the street, passing cars with passengers in them halfway through a sip of coffee, forming a word as they talked on the phones, or smiling jaws and maws agape as they sang to their favorite car songs. Scotts saw planes and clouds, unmoving in the sky, felt the warmth of the sun on his fur as it peeked behind a cloud, permanently, until adjusted by the remote of course. Scott stopped running in the middle of an intersection and turned around and around, taking in the view. He laughed, joyous that he had achieved something that most thought was only possible in sci-fi movies and fantasy novels. Suddenly, he remembered why he had gone so ridiculously out of his way with his invention. He turned tail sprinted back to his house and got quickly inside, closing his door, not bothering to lock it. Who would try bothering him now if every ‘who’ was frozen in time? He walked inside his sparsely furnished living room and opened one of the brown boxes he had sitting there. A fresh waft of baby powder and ointment met his feline nostrils as he admired the contents of the box. Within it lay several large, fluffy adult diapers, each themed with little cartoons of various baby animals wearing diapers. Some looked sleepy, others laughed in joy, while still others were too busy with a toy to do anything else. Scott shuddered with excitement and let out a shaky sigh. Finally, I can unwind like I've always wanted to. He thought, as his tail twitched in anticipation. He looked at the other boxes, knowing that what they contained would only increase the amount of fun he was about to have. He grinned, and speaking aloud to no one said, “It’s going to be a good weekend."

View File JAV - E60-01 - Bullying - Wetting, Peeing, Pissing Girls can be mean! These are all videos of a few women (school girls, office women) bullying another, the victim either wets themselves, gets peed on, or other similar things. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 02/12/2022 Category JAV Collections  

Anyone just wanna chill and chat about omo things and become omo friends

It's one of those days when life is a pain in the ass, and when S, my boyfriend, arrives it feels great just to be in his arms. We lie down to rest and he lets me talk about what bothers me. "How long are you gonna stick with me if it keeps on being like this", I say. "A very very long time" he assures me. Despite a feeling that my sex drive has totally disappeared during the last week, now being so close to my partner I can feel my body slowly reacting when I notice him getting a little hard in his pants. Soon the vibes are hot between us as we become quiet, hands all over each other. I struggle to unbuckle his belt when he goes "... maybe not right now... We should go and make some dinner". I'm a little bit surprised, but alright. He really must be starving I think, as we after some more cuddling manage to get out of bed and go check the fridge and start cooking something. I notice some absentmindedness. He's a little bit passive and doesn't start chopping the cabbage, but it doesn't bother me. But then a few minutes later I suddenly see it. Some small dark spots in the front of his light blue jeans in just the right place. "Hey, what happened there?" is my immediate response, totally taken by surprise. It's not the first time this happens, but is it possible to ever get used to having a partner who causally starts wetting their pants in your kitchen? Damn. Those jeans I gave him looks just as nice wet as i had imagined. I can't take my eyes off the growing patches, but when S realises the danger of me handling the knife at the same time, he promises to hold the rest until i'm done chopping vegetables. I have a slight need to pee too... These jeans are just freshly washed, but whatever, I can't resist. I concentrate and let some dribbles out. And a little more. It takes a while for it to soak through and start darkening the inside of my thighs, while the patch down my boyfriends thigh has grown a lot. As he lets some more out I see the new darker wetness show in the middle of the expanding patch. "It's cool that you introduced me to this" he says. "It actually feels great!". I'm so happy to hear those words. I know he's doing this for me, and for the joy of watching my reactions to it, but to know that he enjoys it too is just awesome. When S touches my pants and with a smile notices I have wet myself too, he comes up close to my body. I stop breathing when I feel the warmth spreading on my upper thigh, next time he pees a little. When he sticks his cock inside my panties and it rubs against me it's obvious how turned on I now am. I try to let some pee out on his dick, but I can't. The difficulties of peeing when you're "too hard" isn't only a male issue. Then he suggests that we try something new, him peeing into the pocket of my jeans. It works really well. He goes in my left pocket and that side becomes nice and warm but I can even feel some of it run down the inside of my left leg. It wasn't our intention but the pocket peeing makes our patches pretty symmetrical as you can see in the pic below. Sweet, isn't it? I don't know how, but during all of this we're still somehow successfully making dinner, although with a very bad focus. Interesting to see if it will be edible but first we both seem to need a shower, because... I guess we had a little accident or two. There are so many things I love with this guy but one of the most important is this: There's no holding back. I don't have to pretend. With him I get to be a fetishist 24-7 even if it's often just small talk and teasing. He loves to see the anticipation in my eyes as my need to pee grows. He loves to see me shamelessly turned on when watching a video of myself, wetting my pants. He knows where I go when I close my eyes. Nobody did before. And we didn't even look for someone to share kinks with. We met on Tinder like any vanilla couple, and then loads of honesty, communication and open minds was all we needed to end up where we are now. I also love that he's got that perfect sense of timing when it comes to wetting his pants to cheer me up, and that he's fine with me shamelessly bragging about him on here.

I’ve seen videos of her either by super suzy or lazy suzy. Just wondering how many videos there are of her.

God, i find most of my accidents happen in the summer because of the heat, for reference, i’m easily overheated, so i drink a bunch to counter that, but the problem is that i can’t just stay in one area the whole day then so that i don’t have an accident, it’s honestly terrifying when it happens, but I’m sure you’ll find enjoyment for it at some point, it takes a long time, at least for me, for the accident to turn from shame to even somewhat enjoyable.

Sorry to wake this post from the grave, but any life updates from you and the diaper nurse @Jota? Really hope the lovestory continues

Tried my hand at a dream scenario, though I'm not entirely sure if I got the gendered text replacement correct. Title: "A Friendly Game" Scenario Description: "{0.SimFirstName} is enjoying a game with {M0.his}{F0.her} friend when {M0.he}{F0.she} realizes {M0.he}{F0.she} needs to pee. {M0.His}{F0.Her} friend pouts, asking {0.SimFirstName} to hold a little longer until their game is finished, though she seems to have a mischievous look in her eyes." Choice 1: "Apologize and Rush to the Toilet" Choice 2: "Continue the Game" Outcome Title Toilet: "Triumphant Outcome...?" Outcome Text Toilet: "{0.SimFirstName} apologizes, assuring {M0.his}{F0.her} friend they'll be quick before leaving the room and rushing to the bathroom to use the toilet. Feeling so triumphant at having having outsmarted {M0.his}{F0.her} friend's attempt at tricking {M0.him}{F0.her} into having an accident that upon waking up, {0.SimFirstName} doesn't notice the warm liquid spreading through {M0.his underpants}{F0.her panties} until the accident's already over." Outcome Title Wet Pants: "A Victory or Loss" Outcome Text Wet Pants: "{0.SimFirstName} reluctantly gives in to {M0.his}{F0.her} friend's pouting, sitting back down to continue the game. Unfortunately, {M0.his}{F0.her} friend manages to stall, dragging the game on. The moment the finishing move is made and {0.SimFirstName} is victorious, {M0.his}{F0.her} bladder gives way. A content look briefly crosses {0.SimFirstName}'s face as control is lost, but this contentment is quickly replaced by embarrassed horror as {M0.he}{F0.she} opens {M0.his}{F0.her} eyes to see their friend looking back with a devilish grin. Jolting awake back in bed, the humiliation of having an accident in front of a friend is replaced with humiliation of an accident in bed." Popup Title Toilet: "Not So Triumphant After All" Popup Text Toilet: "{0.SimFirstName}'s triumph turns to confusion as {M0.he}{F0.she} triple-checks that {M0.he}{F0.she} is indeed soaked from an accident. Popup Title Wet Pants: "An All-Around Loss" Popup Text Wet Pants: "{0.SimFirstName} sighs in defeat. It seems there was no winning that game."

Yeah high quality desperate butt views are possibly my favorite part of your art 🙂

2- This is the experience that I said was "mixed" because it involves both my desperation and another person's one. It happened many years ago with my college group of friends, we went to see a VERY BAD horror movie (called Hide and Seek) that featured Robert de Niro and a childish Dakota Fanning. Before the movie, I was hanging just with one friend of that group (we'll call her Alice, with whom I had an incredible crush by the way) and since it wasn't a long movie we get overconfident and had a couple of soft drinks at McDonalds before the starting. We went to the bathroom before entering but we hadn't given our body time to develop the process so it was pretty useless. Barely 20 minutes of film and I already had a strong desire to pee and the certainty that it was going to increase. The movie was unfortunate (in my opinion, LOL, it has been generally forgotten but I hope there are no fans reading) but it hooked us and the performances were very good. While I was able to resist the urge, it felt even a short, but when it started to enter the last third and get cloudier, my bladder was so full that I couldn't pay attention. And the plot was losing interest. Alice must had noticed that I was very upset because she asked me directly "What's wrong with you? Do you need to pee?" Since there was no point in denying it being so obvious, I told him "Yes, very much". My surprise came when she replied "Me too." I hadn't noticed, probably because I was too focused on my own desperation "It's horrible. It's yet a long time to the end??" I asked urgently. "I do not know". It was 20 or 25 minutes, I calculated. I thought I was able to deal with it but having a very, very bad time. "I don't know if I'll be able to hold it" she told me and then I noticed that the bottom of her dress was folding to wouldn't make noticeable that she was pushing her chest forward and her ass back and then making a few nervous movements. "We should have left the second soda over" I told him "Big mistake" We spoke in whispers so that the rest of the group would not find out our desperation because they would laugh at us and tease us... During the rest of the film we looked at each other every few seconds, each one enhancing the desperation of the other and at the same time trying to reassure us that we were getting through it together. The worst thing was that one of the final scenes took place in a lake and contained splashes and sounds of swishing water that made it insufferable for Alice and me. My urge to pee was heavily increased by hearing that, I got so nervous and started to blow and move very frantically. The same thing happened to Alice, she leaned forward and put both hands outstretched on her belly, squeezing her cheeks. We had a really bad time and we looked at each other helplessly because the scene was also long (I seem to remember, it's the only film on this list that I haven't seen again, it doesn't worth it). When the movie finished we left very quickly, without waiting for the rest and had the door opened for us to leave to what we thought was some corridor with bathrooms... But not. That was the last session and the exit opened directly onto the street. Now we were dying to pee in the middle of the street with nowhere to go because neither of us lived close by. We watched each other do our potty dance with apprehension because holding was starting to get really hard. When we were joined by the others, who were still discussing the movie, they asked us where we were going so fast and we dodged the question but soon they began to theorize about what to do next and Alice and I were in a bit of a hurry and not prone to an endless debate. "Ok, I need to piss like a racehorse and so does Michael," she said. I wasn't amused that she made my desperation public, but at least she did her own one too and we would have had no choice. "So let's get somewhere because I'm going to burst no joke." She was quite forceful and she convinced them, although we had to put up with some jokes and teasing. There was a bar about five minutes away where we sometimes went to play pool. We decided to go there but the group was maddeningly slow, so Alice and I decided to go ahead and went over there but it was already closed. We banged helplessly on the fence and began to wriggle and wriggle, seriously wondering if we weren't going to piss ourselves. "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to pee in that alley" I told her but she started yelling that I shouldn't even think about it, that she couldn't pee in an alley and that I wouldn't pee until she peed "We're in this together". She chased me and started to make me so uncomfortable and I got so nervous dealing with the urgency that I almost leaked myself. There weren't any closer stores and we suspected that at that time of the day we wouldn't find too many places open. We had to wait for the group to arrive, who had already realized that it would be closed and had decided to go to the house of one of the boys (Paul), whose parents had gone on vacation. Paul's house was a little over ten minutes away. We headed there but again only Alice and I hurried despite being remarkably desperate and unable to walk properly. We urged them to speed up quite angrily at their lack of empathy with our predicament and they told us to relax because we were almost there. So we told Paul to at least give us the house keys so we could get there earlier and relieve our dire need and at first he refused but Alice loudly shouted him into it. - I HAVE TO PISS, MORON. I cannot hold it anymore. Give me the keys NOW!!! As soon as he gave it to us, we began to walk as fast as our bladders would allow us, wobbling and sloshing pressurized liquid from side to side. Not too much but faster than them. We had to wait at a couple of traffic lights and it was incredibly hard for us but we crossed as soon as we had a chance, risking a fine because going home with dry pants was at stake. As we were approaching Paul's house my bladder began to contract more strongly and I noticed that Alice also brought her legs together and walked more hunched over and with one hand near her pubis. The competition for the bathroom was going to be tough and she had the upper hand because she had the keys. When we arrived Alice started trying keys on the door like crazy because none of them fit (there were six or seven). I desperately urged her, rocking up and down and to the sides of her to try to contain myself and taking my hand to my crotch in the helplessness of each new failure. Alice came to try all the keys without success, she had fitted the correct key at some point and had not been able to open, clouded over by her own desperation and her pressure as a result of mine. I told her to give me the keys to try but she refused. She didn't want to relinquish control to me even if she assumed we would both piss ourselves. We tried to calm down a bit and try again with less haste but I couldn't stop tapping my foot and swaying my hips for a second. On the third intent Alice managed to open and we rushed in to call the elevator. I was already thinking of outrunning her to reach the bathroom first, down the hall to the right. She must have read my mind because she told me "I'll go first. I'm the one who asked for the keys" "Ooooooh." I told her frustrated as I wriggled helplessly at the elevator being late. "Let me go ahead, I'm bursting. You take longer. I promise you it will be a minute" "No way" she told me severely. When the elevator arrived we realized that we didn't remember in which floor Paul lived... We cursed loudly and I ran to look at the mailboxes and I was lucky enough to see it right away but I didn't tell Alice. I started to climb the stairs as best as I could in my maximum desperation, my bladder crying out to be emptied in an unextendable way. It was a second floor so I was hoping to get there before her even if she used the elevator. Alice had to wriggle and hold it to get out of the elevator in order to search for the floor and it had to take her longer than me because I heard her moan and swear as I went up and I didn't hear the elevator until I was almost up. At that moment I realized that my strategy was useless... because I didn't have the keys. I knocked helplessly on the door dancing from foot to foot and put both hands to my crotch. Now I had to wait for the damn elevator and get behind Alice to get in. I rang the doorbell furiously and insistently despite knowing that no one was home. When Alice arrived I thought about blocking the door and asking her for the keys to get a head start but it would only have slowed us both down. I asked her to open. "I'll go first" she insisted, pointing the key at me. "Ooooooh whatever you want but please hurry... And open up now!!! I'm bursting to pee!!!" This time Alice fitted the key on the first try, opened the door, we rushed in and heard a scream and a curse. We had forgotten that Paul had a sister. "FUCK!!!" She yelled at us "You've scared me to death". She was wearing a face mask. "What are you doing here? . She had probably heard the ringing of the doorbell and had come over to answer the door when we opened it. "Where is Paul?" "We need to piss so awful, Daphne" I said "Paul gave us the keys because we couldn't hold it any longer" She started to laugh out loud. "Can we use the bathroom, please, please?" I told her as we both writhed against the wall. "Sure," she replied with a smile, "You know where it is." She waved us a reverential hand gesture. "We're already tied, now, I've shown my face" I told her as I tried to pass her but it was useless, Alice pinched me in the side and slipped between Daphne and me, heading along. The aisle was so narrow that I had no chance of overtaking her. But she made a fatal mistake and she turned right one door before (the kitchen). I had a clear path to go to the bathroom first. I couldn't believe it, I almost pissed myself from the shock. I started laughing as lefting her behind and she cursed sonorously. I locked the door and began to listen to her knocking and swearing. "Get the hell out of there, you bastard!!!" "I can't hold it any longer" "OH MY GOD" (more knocking on the door) I isolated myself from her noise, unbuttoned my pants and began to pee calmly and with pleasure. Felt amazing. I took my time and since Alice wouldn't stop screaming I even intentionally started pointing the stream at the water instead of at the porcelain so she would hear it and torture her. It was erect and the jet was slow and low pressure, it took me more than a minute and a half of endless curses from Alice. It had to be agonizing for her. When I finished I washed my hands while hearing... "You're taking forever, asshole, I'm going to kill you, get out now" and impatient banging on the floor and the door. I decided to take two or three extra seconds to punish her... Four... Five "OH MY GOD" I heard bellowing "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, GET OUT!!!!!!". I decided that it had been enough and I went out, she ran in without giving me time to leave and she stayed dancing and squirming uncontrollably, lifting her dress with her hands in her crotch. "Come on!!!!! Get out of here!! Or do you want me to pee in front of you?" It wouldn't have been such bad, really, but you have to know when life has given you enough and not ask for more. I stepped out, instantly hearing the door close and lock behind me and two seconds later an unrelenting, endless stream of high pressure hitting the toilet water and a long sigh of relief. I walked away into the living room, where Daphne chided me for not giving way to the girl. "That's not how you win a lady's heart" she joked. I regret nothing.

I think it does, but the only things know how to get are the sim's first name, last name and full name. I remember when I first started writing the scenarios there was a reason why I could only add one kind of them at a time, but I don't see it now so I don't really know if you can. Here's an scenario for normal sims (not used to diapers or omorashi): -------------------------------- Start of scenario -------------------------------- -------------------------------- Description -------------------------------- [Title] Far Away Toilet [Text] {0.SimFirstName} is sitting at the bottom of a colossal set of stairs with a full bladder. At the top they can see a gloriously ornamented toilet. What should {0.SimFirstName} do? [Choice 1: Wake Up] Look for another way [Choice 2: Use Toilet In Dream] Reach that toilet! [Choice 3: Wet Pants In Dream] Wait for something to happen [Choice 4: Wet Diapers In Dream] <None> -------------------------------- Resolution Wake Up -------------------------------- [Title] Door to another world [Text] The toilet is too far away. There is no way {0.SimFirstName} will reach it in time. But as they desperately look for another way, they notice a door behind them. {0.SimFirstName} opens the door and a bright, gentle light washes over them. -------------------------------- Resolution Use Toilet In Dream -------------------------------- [Title] The climb [Text] As {0.SimFirstName} steels their resolve, they start climbing the stair. The climb feels like it'll be eternal as each step brings pain to {0.SimFirstName}'s bladder. But just when {0.SimFirstName} is about to give up, they see the toilet standing right in front of them. In a haste, {0.SimFirstName} starts relieving their tired bladder on it. As {0.SimFirstName} exhales in relief, a kind warm light engulfs them while a warm feeling spreads through their waist area. -------------------------------- Resolution Wet Pants In Dream -------------------------------- [Title] Dazed [Text] {0.SimFirstName} sits at the bottom of the stairs waiting for anything to change. Soon, their mind is completely empty and they stop caring about anything happing around them. {0.SimFirstName} doesn't even notice the warmth spreading on their pants until it's too late and now it's their bladder that feels completely empty. Their face grows red as the world around them slowly vanishes. -------------------------------- Resolution Wet Diapers In Dream -------------------------------- [Title] <None> [Text] <None> -------------------------------- Notification Wake Up -------------------------------- [Title] Escaped [Text] Eh? Why am I in my bed? Ow... I've gotta pee real bad! -------------------------------- Notification Use Toilet In Dream -------------------------------- [Title] Momentary relief [Text] Ahh... Eh? Am I... In my bed? Oh... -------------------------------- Notification Wet Pants In Dream -------------------------------- [Title] Still Wet [Text] I was hoping it was just the dream... No such luck I guess. -------------------------------- Notification Wet Diapers In Dream -------------------------------- [Title] <None> [Text] <None> -------------------------------- End of scenario -------------------------------- I should point out, the formatting I added right now is just to make it easier to read. In the end, all that matters is the raw texts because what will be added to the mod will look like the following picture.

Omg it is getting colder. It's making it worse. It might be better if I jump up right now and just rush back over to my place. Sorry I should put this in live thread if I can I suppose. Ek! I feel more right there and almost feel like I'm leaking maybe? Omg they better not come home. I haven't seen any auto lights come on, dont think they have ring. I hope. Omg. Itxs dark out at least. I just about hit post, checked by taking a picture and I've been leaking. So of course I try to post here first ha.

https://thisvid.com/videos/pissing1540/ i've been trying to find who this is because this is like one of the best (female) just made it videos i've ever seen (hope folks in this thread enjoy 🙂 )! guessing she's a model from the hub or somewhere similar? does anyone know or have more like this?

I'm driving for Doordash tonight and I've had a decent amount of liquids and haven't been able to stop and use the bathroom anywhere. I really have to go...around a 8/10. I don't know if the orders will keep coming or if I'll have time to stop anywhere and piss...will I make it? Where will I end up pissing? We'll see... Obviously if I piss my pants I can't keep working so I have to hold it in, find a bathroom, or at least hold it until I get home

What a lovely story! Take care of you and your amazing girl!

Like last time the story is translated and therefore there may be errors. There would have been so many things to write about Sofia, but I hope you don't mind how I chose to end this story. Towards the end it becomes perhaps a bit too absurd but that's the beauty of the stories. I inserted an image that I used as a reference but it is about a pregnant girl so you can not even look at it. I: "I warned you that it might be better to check your answer again, now as penance you will have to drink a litre of water or rather of beer, it seems to me that I said." Sofia was on the ground almost in tears. S: "That's not possible. I'm sure the answer I found is correct. Let me see the solution now." Sofia gets back up and with determination snatches the book from my hands to immediately check if I was lying. Unfortunately for her, she had made a small distracting mistake towards the end that caused her to find an incorrect answer. I: "Now that you wanted to see the answer obviously the deal is off and this bathroom will be closed for quite a while longer. However, look on the bright side you made up for today's lesson and what's more it seems to me that your bladder is still well within its physical limit." Sofia in fact is now standing and holding the book with both hands while her bladder contains within it a pressure that no one would have been able to resist even for a fraction of a second. Only her indefatigable sphincter prevents the huge bulge, which makes her look like she is now many months pregnant, from emptying onto the floor. After dropping the book to the floor she remains silent watching her bladder bulge to levels she thought impossible for her. Her extremely swollen belly reminds her why she had asked me to stay with her. So that she could cross boundaries she could never reach on her own. S: "Thank you!!! If you hadn't been with me I wouldn't have been able to get through this morning and instead it's already 14.00 and I'm still able to go on without holding my hands. I don't know how much longer this moment of lucidity will last so remember that under no circumstances should you let me go to the bathroom until I can no longer hold my pee one second longer. You can't even remotely imagine how difficult, painful and exhausting it is to stop your body from releasing itself after 31 hours of holding back so much pee. So I know that only you will be able to understand when it's time to measure how much I'm holding back because I won't be able to reason anymore. I trust you completely. From now on I will be your slave." Immediately she pushes her hands into her vagina as a grimace of pain appears on her face. Since her concentration is now completely back on controlling her bladder I don't have to worry so much about trying to hide my now constant erection. With this latest lesson ploy I managed to gain a couple of hours but I need to come up with something else to help her think about something else. I walk her over to the couch and ask her to wait and hold on until I make her some lunch. Before I walk away I ask her if I can feel how hard her bladder is. S: "I told you you can do whatever you want and I will obey you don't need to ask my permission." she whispers. It seems to be a dream come true but although I would like to press on her bladder to see how much she is able to withstand despite the pain I know I have promised to help her push her capacity to the max. I then approach a hand to the top of her swollen belly near her navel. Her very smooth skin is stretched over a mass of liquid absurd for a human being. As I slide my hand down she lets out a moan of pain mixed with pleasure. It feels like touching a marble sphere that now protrudes almost 11 cm. I slide down to her vagina and can't stop. I move her hands and slip two fingers inside her as her moans of pleasure increase. I now feel her internal muscles pulsing rhythmically as they try in every way to avoid the inevitable pee coming out. I stop myself otherwise I might drive her to the point where she can't take it anymore and go make some food while she stays labored on the couch. After 25 minutes I go to help her get up to get to the kitchen. Her gaze is lost in emptiness as she thinks of only one thing. As I helped her sit down in the kitchen I notice that she has started to sweat noticeably despite the temperature not being too hot. She sits with her legs spread as she continues to hold her vagina with her left hand. due to the bulge being too prominent she is unable to get too close to the table otherwise it would press against her bladder. I bring her a plate of pasta and then pour a half-liter of beer into a mug. S: "You're kidding!!! There's no way that beer can fit in here." shesays pointing to her bladder. I: "Not only are you going to drink all of this but then I'm going to pour you another pint as agreed." Her face is shocked realizing what that mistake she made earlier would cost her. During lunch she drinks very little and by the end the first mug is just under halfway through. I: "In this way you will prolong your suffering unnecessarily. Finish that beer immediately," I order her. Without saying anything Sofia obeys and in one gulp empties the mug. So I pour her another half liter of beer and she immediately starts drinking it. When she's halfway through, she stops. Her legs are now shaking as she now uses her right hand to try and support the weight of her immense bladder. Her body is refusing to take in any more fluids and she is now drenched in sweat. She lets out a terrifying scream as she bends forward slightly. I: "What happened? Are you feeling okay?" S: "I can't say I'm okay but I can keep going." she says gritting her teeth. S: "This had never happened to me before. I felt like my whole body was pushing this pee baby out of me. I think I had something very similar to contractions at the end of a pregnancy." I: "Are you sure you want to continue?" I ask her frightened. S: "I'm not going to give up on the best of things," she tells me, hinting at a smile that is immediately erased by another contraction with which her body desperately tries to end this crazy hold. Aware that she was perhaps the first woman to experience those sensations due to an overfilled bladder and with newfound determination she finished her beer and slammed the empty mug down on the table. S: "What do we do now?" I already knew what I wanted to do. I: "There is only one thing that is stronger than your determination and that is your pride so go take a shower because we are going out for a walk." Without hesitation she nods and holds out a hand for me to help her get up. I accompany her into the shower and wash her because in her condition she is not able to move much. The water hitting her protruding bladder causes her to wince but it's the sensation of water running over her vagina and then falling to the floor that drives her crazy. Like she's pissing an endless stream but without feeling any relief. Her legs are shaking and she almost can't stand anymore as I wash her. With my hands I feel her tiny shoulders shaking from the effort and then her small, almost non-existent breasts. Her turgid nipples express the pleasure she is feeling while the rest of her body seems to express only suffering. Beneath her boobs something completely disproportionate to the rest of her skinny body. Her bladder starts about 8 cm above her navel. It expands from side to side and down to her pubis. At its widest point it now protrudes 13 cm as beer was relentlessly pumped from her kidneys. Once the shower is over I carefully dry her off without pressing on her bladder but she still gasps when I pass that area. I have her wear a loose-fitting dress that doesn't cinch at the waist. Of course, I don't make her wear panties or pants that would be too tight for her right now. Finally, I have you wear comfortable shoes. During the walk Sofia hardly speaks at all and her breathing becomes increasingly labored. She has started sweating a lot again but that doesn't stop her bladder from expanding again. Everyone who crosses her seems convinced that we are a couple about to have a baby or maybe twins. After more than an hour she seems to want to shut me down to come back but she doesn't because she knows she has to respect what I decide. The contractions in the meantime have become more and more frequent and are now about every 12 minutes. After a while I decide to go home to avoid causing her an accident without having the chance to measure how much she's holding back. On the way back we pass a young girl of about 24 years old who looks maybe a few months pregnant. Girl: "Sorry to bother you." she says to get our attention "I see you are also pregnant, how soon is the delivery due?" Sofia looks very confused but obviously in her state she is barely able to formulate a sentence. I.: "Not long now. Sofia is in her eighth month." Thanks to the huge bulge in Sofia's belly clearly visible even under her dress the girl she just met believes it without difficulty. Meanwhile Sofia tries to muster up all the energy she has left to try and sustain that conversation. S.: "Yes, not long now. I feel like I'm going to explode. You have no idea how hard it is when it's moving and kicking. It almost feels like it wants to come out right this second." Girl: "It must be great to be able to hear that. I can't wait for that moment. I can try to feel it. ” Sofia blanches when she realizes what is going to happen but she can't find a good excuse to stop that girl from touching her pressurized bladder so she just nods. The girl reaches over and places her ear in the center of Sofia's belly. Sofia begins to bite her lips as the girl begins to apply further pressure to her dilated organ. Girl: "Amazing I can feel his heart beating but maybe it's just an impression. There it is! I felt it. I felt it kick." Obviously she was only feeling the continuous thrusts with which Sofia's involuntary muscles tried to push the pee out of her vagina and finally a powerful contraction caused by the increased pressure. The show is fantastic but I intervene because otherwise Sofia could lose control not even being able to help herself with her hands. I: "Sorry to interrupt you but unfortunately we are late and we really have to go." girl: "Yes, of course. Sorry for my intrusiveness but you've made my day. Until next time." she says walking away. Sofia doesn't utter a word as we immediately make our way home. However, the turnaround time is more than double due to the fact that she is forced to walk very slowly and stop often to catch her breath. We are home at 19.00 with 36 hours of pee still sealed inside Sofia's abnormal bladder. When I take off her dress the show I find in front of me is wonderful and chilling at the same time. The beer has managed to further expand her belly which now protrudes at least 20 cm. Her navel is completely turned outwards to recover every available space and the skin is stretched until it is transparent enough to allow me to see the veins underneath it. The contractions are coming now about every two minutes. I have her lie down in bed because she is no longer able to manage any muscle other than the sphincter. She doesn't even have the strength to help herself with her hands or squeeze her legs together. I wipe the sweat on her body with a towel being careful not to get too close to her bladder. Her open legs allow me to clearly see her vagina pulsing at an exhausting pace so I don't lose control for even a split second. Without her realizing it I pull her closer to the edge of the bed and place a bucket in front of her so that I'm ready for when she loses control. The increasingly frequent contractions are now every minute. I hold her hand as I see in her tear-wet eyes the determination that allows her to continue. S.:” If I can't distract myself I'm going to give in in a few moments," she whispers, "and with all the sweat I've been working up, my throat feels dry." An absurd request in her condition but I immediately bring her a half-liter bottle of water that she starts sipping. To help distract her the only thing left for me to do is to start stimulating her vagina. I gently massage her aroused clit as I feel her steely muscles contracting relentlessly to prolong a battle they would soon lose. The contractions are now pretty much constant and in the meantime she emptied the whole bottle. As I continue to keep her aroused but without giving her an orgasm, which would surely cause her to lose control, I begin to run over her belly with my other hand. By now the pressure has reached such levels that she can't even feel my hand. I'm touching an extremely dilated steel bladder that now protrudes 22 cm from her abdomen that is not emptied only thanks to the strength of will of Sofia and the ability of her muscles to counteract the endless signals that her exhausted body sends her. At 9 p.m., after 38 hours of agony, even a queen of the bladder, as Sofia proved to be, has to surrender. At the end she opens her eyes wide and looks at me. At that point she loses consciousness while her dam gives way making a huge stream of pee explode in the bucket. Her muscles could finally relax after a time that must have seemed interminable. Although her bladder can finally relieve the pressure it has been under, her sphincter muscles begin to spasm, briefly interrupting the flow, as if not accepting defeat. After a few seconds she recovers and almost instantaneously interrupts the flow of pee with a scream to testify the effort needed to deny herself the longed-for relief. Sofia is still desperate despite there is already almost a liter of pee in the bucket. Her bladder still protrudes a lot from her usually flat belly but at least the contractions don't come anymore. A growing desire to get rid of everything pushes her to close her legs but I block her immediately forcing her to resist only with the forces that remain in her exhausted sphincter. By now it doesn't matter to resist so without mercy I place both hands on her dilated bladder and start to press. I am now leaning heavily on her but that is not enough to defeat the strength of a bladder queen. I then begin to stimulate her clitoris until I bring her to orgasm. With a shout of pleasure she arched her back making the size of her dilated bladder stand out even more, which she still managed to prevent from emptying. She then falls onto the bed and holds on for another 30 seconds as her body is shot through with spasms of pleasure. Finally she loses control for a second time. She begins to have a series of orgasms as her still visibly dilated bladder continues to deflate. After 3 minutes the last few drops of pee end as Sofia continues to be in ecstasy and have orgasms. Eventually she falls asleep. In the bucket there are a total of 3.35 liters of pee that would be an enormity for any strong boy with a large bladder but that is absolutely stunning for little Sofia who managed to get such a result only thanks to her constant training.

A favorite girlfriend usually said, "Gotta go before I went."