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  1. So Ive been wanting to give this ago when I had a free weekend. Basically Im only going to be peeing my pants this weekend. No toilet. Since Im not going anywhere this was the perfect weekend to attemt it. I got home friday at about 2:30 and put on a pair of these cute pink panties and some comfy leggings. I was so desperate when I got home that I pretty much instantly peed myself once I was changed. Any way fast forward to now Im still wearing the same leggings and have rewet them about 6 times now and its a little past the 24 hour mark witch is a new record for wearing a pair of peed in pants for me! Im gonna try and make it to sunday night I am almost there I will update you all on the status tomorrow.
    7 points
  2. As a video producer, I am highly skeptical of this statement. Having auditioned close to 100 potential models at this point, I can tell you some of the worst ones were indeed ones who actually enjoyed wetting. Just because someone enjoys wetting doesn't mean they are going to be comfortable filming content. Once you have lights, cameras, microphones, and marks they need to hit, it doesn't matter how much they might enjoy wetting, they can come across as very uncomfortable and like they aren't enjoying it at all if they don't have the confidence and experience of being on camera. Contrary to that, in the very early days of HD Wetting I worked with a model (I'm not going to say who) that really didn't enjoy wetting herself. But, she was extremely comfortable on camera and came across as very confident. Everyone remarked on how she was clearly really into it, and how refreshing it was to see a model that was actually enjoying herself. My point is that it is impossible to tell if any discomfort or awkwardness you are sensing comes from a discomfort with the content, or being on camera.
    7 points
  3. I stumbled accross these.
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  4. Hey everyone! Sorry for the so late post. I kinda forgot about keeping this thread updated, so I didn't post here in a while. Here there are some drawing I've made in this time. I hope you like them 😛 (CW: a bit of nudity)
    4 points
  5. Looks to me like the horizontal and vertical resolution somehow got swapped on that upload. Either way, this one should be better. Urgent bathroom wetting - ThisVid.com [4472907].mp4
    4 points
  6. I just went peepee on the carpet in my new house! 🙈
    4 points
  7. 3,323 downloads

    EE-602 - In-house voyeur with OL’s rushing to pee. There is a scat warning on file EE-602-01 at 7:58 - 17:41 Enjoy
    Free
    3 points
  8. So today, I decided to start a pretty challenging hold. The rules to it were that the time starts after you drink 500 ml of water, then you drink another 500 ml of water over 30 minutes, and then 250 ml every hour. The goal is to make it to 5 hours with a wet spot that is only slightly bigger than your hand can cover. I was confident that I would be able to make it to the 5 hours without leaking at all. I would soon come to the realization that would be a lot harder than I had anticipated. After about an hour of holding and 1250 ml of water down, I was at a 5 or 6 out of 10 in desperation. Just enough to make me start to squirm. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be making it to the 5 hours dry. I changed out of my pajamas and into purple panties, black athletic shorts, and a forest green sports bra. I decided to go onto one of my local walking trails in the woods. I had just the spot in mind to go - a wooden bench on a seldom used trail right next to a creek. It was about a 10 minute walk to the trail, and another 5 to the bench. As I walked out the door, a wave hit me and my desperation went from a 6 to a 9.5. I grabbed myself hard and felt my crotch become slightly damp and warm. Luckily there was no one around to see me almost loose it! When I got to the trailhead I had leaked a few more times, I hadn’t been able to grab myself though w there were people nearby, so my panties were quite wet at this point (not just wet with piss 😉 ) I drank about 500 ml more water before I started the walk to the bench. At this time I was probably at a steady 8-8.5, and it was quite difficult to not grab myself. When I was almost to the spot this group of people came by and one of course had do drop their water bottle and spill it everywhere. That caused me to start leaking and that leak turned into a dribble that went down my thighs and into my socks. I was wearing white socks, but luckily I was very hydrated so you couldn’t really tell that they were wet. I eventually stopped the dribble and looked down at my crotch to see how obvious it was that I had just had a huge leak, and all you could see was a little bit of shine from the wetness. After 30 seconds you couldn’t tell at all. I had finally gotten to the bench, and the sound of the creek had brought me up to a 9.6, so I decided to sit down and hold as hard as I could. Despite my efforts, I could feel the warmth start to spread even more and see the warm liquid go through my fingers and down to the ground. I eventually stopped trying to hold it back and fully let go. I had to go so bad the stream was going through my panties and shorts with a good amount of force. I had to be going for at least 2 minutes. After I was done, I sat in my wetness for a bit, but then I herd people coming. I got up, looked back at the bench and saw a wet imprint of my ass on the bench and a large puddle underneath. I then looked at myself and could hardly see anything. I decided to find a little bit more a secluded spot for some … erm … fun… heh… When I got to the more private spot, I found that my panties had become almost transparent, and you could see pretty much everything. I will leave the rest up to you to imagine what happened there.
    3 points
  9. Sunday is yard work day. it’s over 90 outside and I’m already regretting my choice of tight black bike shirt and a red short sleeve. I’m hydrated, taking swigs out of a gallon jug near my feet. then the urge to pre hits me. But I’m more than half way done, there are about 3 more feet of weeds until the side walk and I am determined to finish. So I sit down on my kneeling pad and begin plucking tender green roots from between the gravel. 10 minutes go by, the urge to pee has passed and in another foot closer to being finished. I scoot the pad closer to the sidewalk and kneel down to adjust my tools. a wave of pressure hits my bladder like a ton of bricks, it’s nearly uncontrollable as I freeze and clench desperately. Then it passes and I crumple to the earth shaking. I decide to stay seated and hurry to finish up, I foolishly assume that the worst is over and my bladder can hold on for another 10 minutes… I’m hurting a little now, but stubbornly keep plucking at the weeds. I rationalize with my bladder: if i let out a little pee then it won’t be so bad, I can finish, put everything away and run inside… so I sit still, spread my legs a little bit and let a trickle escape. it’s barely noticeable thank god so I let out another gush and realize that my shorts are starting to change a dark, wet black at my crotch. that definitely helps I quickly finish, put everything back in the garage and make a mad dash to the bathroom. here is the video of me trying to control myself and failing before I even reach the toilet !! IMG_7423.MOV
    3 points
  10. SL-532

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    SL-532 - Groups of female students performing mischievous pee pranks. Enjoy
    Free
    3 points
  11. This stunning gallery features over one-hundred high-resolution images of Gabriella. In these photos she shows off in her tight jeans and sleeveless shirt before peeing in her pants. When she does wet her pants, she looks both surprised and horrified. The wet patch is clearly visible on the faded denim fabric.
    3 points
  12. Saw this on YouTube yesterday and thought it was pretty funny. Obviously satire, but was quite surprised it had a part about going to pee and shows you the motions. Starts at 0:43. Ironic thing--spandex is probably one of the best materials to wet in because it dries super quick!
    3 points
  13. My house is over a hundred years old. It's been around since before the Great Depression. We only have one bathroom between the five of us, but honestly the main problem is just when everyone wants to shower at the same time
    3 points
  14. Okay, the story of my first unplanned wetting this weekend. I was at a festival, somewhat late at night, with a good friend. We had been drinking beer and we had also been sharing a large mixed drink in a 1.5 liter water bottle. We were both pretty drunk, the music was great, and we were having a fantastic time, but all those liquids were starting to catch up to me and I could feel a growing pleasant pressure in my bladder. My friend wasn't showing any signs of desperation yet - figures - I have an overactive bladder so I always feel it first and worse. At this point in the evening, we had just finished hearing a concert and had headed to a busy street that was closed off for the festival, which was packed with people queuing up to get into clubs or dancing in small street parties outside. I tried to hold on a little because I knew my friend - lets call her Sarah - wanted to get into a club. But soon I felt the first wave of desperation hit me and I felt a couple drops escape. Nothing major, just enough to dampen my underwear, but enough to make me alert Sarah that I needed to find a bathroom. This next part is going to sound like an omo cliché - I'm aware because as it was happening that was the first thing I thought: is this actually for real? We asked if I could use the bathroom at an A&W, it was closed. At a Wendy's: closed. Starbucks: not available unless you bought something. I considered it, but I was worried I could lose control in the line inside and I told Sarah that, so we kept looking. We tried a convenience store but they didn't even have a washroom (they probably just didn't want us to use it). It seemed that literally every establishment we tried had closed their bathrooms for the festival weekend, a really smart move when there would be tons of people drinking alcohol and getting desperate. So Sarah decided we should try a club with a shorter line, even though it wasn't the one we wanted to go to. Since it was an emergency, she thought maybe I could just go in, use the washroom and then find the club we wanted to go to after. The line was shorter than most of the other clubs, but it was still a good 15 or 20 minutes, and I started feeling more and more of the telltale waves of intense desperation that come with overactive bladder. I was drunk, so I was having a hard time hiding them on my face and in my body language, and with each wave, I felt my sphincter get a little closer to giving up. On the next wave, I resolved myself to release a few trickles into my pants, just to ease off the pressure. I waited, chatting with Sarah, and like clockwork, the familiar wave hit. Perhaps overreacting to the promise of what I was about to do, I felt my tired sphincter give up and the floodgates open all on their own. Splash, my bladder released all at once, filling my underwear, flooding my dark cargo pants, and streaming right down my legs into my shoes. Thankfully, the music and the din of people talking all around us in the crowd was quite loud, so Sarah somehow didn't hear the spattering of me pissing my pants and the pavement, RIGHT beside her. The people in line behind us must have seen though, because those cargo pants glisten like nobody's business when wet, and there were definitely streams splashing onto the concrete for a solid several seconds. Realizing there was no point in hiding the obvious, I nudged Sarah and giggled, "I just peed my pants". Just matter of fact. What else was I supposed to say? It was obvious enough if you looked and it would be more embarrassing if I didn't just own it. I distinctly remember her asking, "like a lot or a little". Well it was supposed to be a little... "Let's just say I don't have to pee at all anymore". Her eyes got wide and she laughed again, looking down to examine my wet pants. She never looked disgusted or grossed out, just amused. "I bet if you told them you pissed yourself they'd let you jump the line and go in to change," she suggested. "Yeah I'm not gonna do that," I laughed. We decided to just leave the line and make our way back through the busy crowd, me in my soaked cargo pants, toward the club we had been wanting to go to. It was a half hour wait, but I assured Sarah I didn't mind as long as I got to change eventually. It was dark, my pants were dark, and most people were drunk and totally consumed with themselves, so nobody paid attention. The cooling pee against the night breeze felt lovely on my legs and crotch and I was able to change when we got into the club. I had come prepared and brought a pair of short, loose black shorts - these ones quick dry. We'd been drinking more in the line though, and some water too to stay hydrated, so those shorts didn't stay dry for long. I wouldn't have left a mess for people to slip in/clean up in the club, but I did release enough dribbles in my shorts while dancing throughout the night to nicely dampen my bum and since the shorts were loose, some streaks escaped onto my thighs. As the night wore on, Sarah ended up kissing me and once my shorts had dried a bit, we danced really close together. I don't know if she was into me wetting, or just didn't think it was a big deal, but we certainly didn't let it put a damper (haha) on a great night.
    2 points
  15. She's an MDH wetter and I use to have a ton of her vids. Until I sadly lost them all. I can't remember her name, but she could sure get desperate and then soak a tight pair of jeans! 1212075_p28yjb_95487.wmv
    2 points
  16. When left alone with the production camera, Alisha and Gabriella decide to make a video on their own. This video resulted from Alisha and Gabriella being left alone with all the production gear. They thought it would be fun to film something on their own, without a crew. In this video Gabriella wears a pull-on style diaper and intentionally pees in it while Alisha films her.
    2 points
  17. Yeah, I know, but I love that moment of no return, the second that the stream contacts the waistband of your pants, and watching that stream soak in and quickly run down the inside before letting go of the waistband and fully committing to the wet.
    2 points
  18. Sooooo I went to the Ref Hot Chili Pepper concert in Cologne Tuesday. Was a great show! Have not had the chance to see them in years!!!! I got there a solid two hours before they were set to come on stage, but still had trouble parking. Eventually found a large parking lot that was about a 15 minute walk to the stadium. Pulling in, I was guided to a spot that was in the middle of the parking lot… sort of cursed under my breath that it’s going to freaking suck getting out of here…. The normal time it would take me to get home is about an hour… anyways, prior to the show, I drank a few beers, but knowing I had to drive and the rules of the road, I paced myself. On top, I mixed in some water. Given my extremely weak bladder, concerts and sporting events are always a huge challenge for me! I don’t know how the women do it!!! The line was huge!!!! And they even lined up in the mens room as a faster alternative !! Saw this during the Muse show too a few years back. Anyways, I try to choose Aisle seats or stay towards an exit on the main floor. Unfortunately, even though my seats were good, I was directly in the middle, which is annoying for me and they people I need to slide by when the urge comes. As the concert came to an end, I got out of there as quickly as possible knowing my parking situation. BUT… it didn’t matter, the line to get out was absolutely brutal. When we finally started to move a little, I took the time to jump out of my car and pee by my door. After that, most people would be good you’d think. Not me. I sat in bumper to bumper traffic for 1.5 hours before I even reached the autobahn. And how I was positioned in this traffic, through basically neighborhoods, there was no possibility to just jump out. On a side note, a girl friend of mine was actually supposed to be with me, but she ended up not being able to go. After about an hour, I was absolutely at my breaking point and I was REALLY trying to hold it … anywhere would have worked… I saw the Golden Arches of McDonald’s in the distance and thought that I could just maybe make it there (not that there would be parking)… but it wasn’t an option. I started peeing and absolutely COULD NOT STOP!!! My shorts and boxers were absolutely drenched!!!! Literally sitting in a huge puddle. Thankful for leather seats…. After peeing my pants, it literally took me another 1.5 hours to get home! About 15 minutes before getting home, my bladder was somehow extremely full again. I could have easily found a place at this point, but obviously not an option given the state of my wet pee shorts. Before making it off the autobahn, I had another full blown accident!!! Anyways, here are some pics. Was kind of an omo lovers dream situation in my opinion, but the 2.5+ hour drive home kind of sucked.
    2 points
  19. Today’s omorashi…
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  20. I'm not really interested in the wetting aspect of this fetish, as I'm all about the holding, but when I was first starting to get into this like nearly 20 years ago I remember I had this dream of this hot woman in ripped jeans who is just totally soaking them and I think she was like in a bathtub in the center of my living room or something like that, as crazy as that sounds. I've also had dreams of watching videos which makes sense as dreams reflect what you do while awake. I spend 12 hours a day in front of the computer, be weird if I didn't dream about it too.
    2 points
  21. Only in the beginning it‘s actually about the women that had to wet herself. The rest of the vid is about the public transport company apologizing that sometimes there aren’t any functioning toilets on board, especially in short distance trains. In the beginning you hear the woman talk about how humiliated she felt when she desperately looked for a toilet aboard her train but all of them where out of order or locked for whatever reason. So in the end she had to retreat into a corner and peed her pants. At the next stop she got off the train, found a public restroom and got changed. However, the next stop was actually Frankfurt, one of the bigger German cities, and she felt really embarrassed to walk all the way through the crowd on the platforms in her visibly wet pants. @Nils JD Thanks for posting the video. But I also doubt that the first person video snippets are actually her. In the subtitle it only sais „private video“. I‘ve also been on regional trains where the toilets seemed to have been permanently locked. Has never been a problem though as you usually only travel short distances with those and they stop frequently. I never encountered that problem in a long distance train though (ICE).
    2 points
  22. Yes, I am, and you and are being permanently banned for violating our Terms of Service in regards to posting non-consensual content. https://www.omorashi.org/guidelines
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  23. warning, tits shown sm.mp4
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  25. Well since you asked XD Bethany Morgan tapped her fingers on the steering wheel of her Chrysler Pacifica, staring impatiently up at the red light she was idling at. Cars flanked her on all sides, all caught up in the horrendous traffic of the suburban weekday rush-hour, all contributing to a mass hindrance of their fellow home goers as they hurried off to their nighttime destinations. Bethany's eyes wandered eastward to a large billboard of a woman, smiling confidently with her hands on her hips, an apron turned cheekily about on her neck to function as a cape. The words Moms are the real Superheroes were emblazoned above her head in cartoony letters, making Bethany snort. She certainly didn't feel superhuman, not today. She felt very human, and very tired. Her lustrous red hair, which her husband once called sinfully silky, was done up in a quick functional braid that kept it out of her face as she flitted from one room to the next, preparing herself for the perfect storm that was the school weeknight in the Morgan household. It had been a non-stop day of phone calls, shopping and housework; a daunting task by itself, but the real gauntlet was the Evening Activity Run...soccer practice, dance rehearsal, then laundry when she got home. She'd been running on fumes all day, sustaining herself on coffee and Dr. Pepper, a fact that had come back to haunt her as she felt the dull ache of the day-ripened bladder nestled in her yoga pants, exacerbated by this annoyingly long light. "MOOOOM!" Bethany winced as the shrill sound cut through her reverie. She looked in the rearview mirror at her daughter and eldest child Emily, decked out in a pink tutu and leotard pouting at her. "Connor won't stop poking me!" The boy next to her stuck out his tongue, clad in a green soccer uniform. "Am not!" "Are too!" As the two set to arguing, Bethany groaned to herself, casting a glance at the baby in the carseat between them. Thank God Noah sleeps better than they do... she thought to herself as she plucked up the Dr. Pepper next to her. She took a deep swig, despite the abundance of liquid she was already containing... It was a risky gamble, but she needed the caffeine. Finally, the light turned green, and she gratefully inched forward...it wasn't much in this rush hour, but at least they were moving. The traffic proceeded at an agonizingly slow pace, much to everyone's chagrin, but especially Bethany's, whose bladder had taken the errant passing thought she gave it and turned it into a continually pressing need at the back of her mind. Another 15 minutes, and the pressure only increased. She found herself shifting in her seat and continuing to tap her fingers on the steering wheel, her lips pursed thinly as she tried to search for any way to distract herself from the steadily growing urge between her legs. Oh, the radio, that'll help...She thought to herself, turning it on. “-and we can expect some torrential rainfall tonight! I mean, it’s like the the floodgates of heaven themselves are opening, huh Tabitha? “That’s right Lola! Grab your raincoats, folks, this is gonna be a deluge of-” Bethany quickly shut it off, gritting her teeth as she squeezed her thighs together. Okay, no radio. Something else. But there was nothing esle…nothing but the idle honking of impatient drivers who thought their incessant honking would speed anything up, the glare of the late afternoon sun, and Bethany’s ever-increasingly-full bladder. After several more arduous minutes, the congestion cleared up enough so that Bethany was able to change lanes and exit off the highway, now speeding at a merry clip towards the school. With the traffic gone the trip was fairly painless, and before long she was pulling into the middle school parking lot. “Have fun, you guys…” Bethany murmured absentmindedly as her children exited the vehicle, inhaling sharply as she bounced gently in her seat. Just then, Emily came around to the driver’s seat. "Mom? I still need money for the field trip..." Bethany cursed inwardly...she'd completely forgotten about the $5.75 she needed to give Connor for the trip to the whereever-they-were-going. In her state, she really didn't want to add a stop to her drive, but the trip was tomorrow, and she didn't have any cash... at least the bank was on the way. “Okay, sweetie, I’ll make sure you-” “-And I need big paper for my art project!” Connor chimed in from behind his sister. Bethany’s forced herself to smile as another errand was added to her decidedly limited timeframe. “...Okay. I’ll pick them up. You guys go on now, you’re already late…love you, see you tonight…” “Love you, Mom!” Both kids exclaimed in unison as they turned and took off running towards the school. Bethany watched them go, grunting as she pressed a hand against her lap. She briefly considered parking and popping inside to pee… In a middle school? Ew. She shuddered in disgust. Besides, she couldn’t leave Noah out in the car all by himself… She would just have to grin and bear it till she got home Giving herself one more squeeze for good luck, she peeled out of the parking lot. “Okay, bank first, then Michael’s, then I can go home and pee…Ohhhh I gotta pee…” She thought to herself as she pulled back out onto the main road. By the time she pulled into the Bank drive through, she couldn’t stop moving. As soon as her car was in neutral, she threw a leg over the other, grinding gently in her seat as she pulled out her bank card. Withdrawing the money took maybe 2 minutes at most, but to Bethany, it might as well have been an eternity. “Come onnn come on come on…” She muttered as the ATM slowly spat out the bills. She all but yanked them from its clutches, not even bothering to sign out before she rolled the window up and headed up the road to the shopping strip. As soon as she pulled into the parking lot, though, she knew she was in trouble. A pang of desperation hit her like a truck, and she sucked a bit of air between her teeth as one of her hands slipped from the wheel to press between her legs. There was no way she was gonna be able to go in there and shop, not with her bladder close to bursting like this… but wait! She could kill two birds with one stone; she could go in, pee, grab the paper and be done with this whole experience. She swerved into a parking spot and opened the door, tying her baby harness before stepping out and grabbing her baby, heading straight for the store. As soon as she got inside, she made a beeline for the toilets, only to find… “...No…” She whimpered to herself as the “Closed For Cleaning” sign stared back at her, cold and indifferent to the desperate woman’s plight. She stamped a foot in frustration as she buried a hand between her legs again, the thought of being denied relief causing her bladder to shudder angrily. “D-Dammit all…” She hissed, taking a deep breath. “Well…might as well get the stupid cardboard paper…” Five tense minutes later, Bethany was in line at the checkout, one hand holding her baby and the other holding the paper booklet as she gently bobbed up and down as much as she thought she could without drawing attention. When it was her turn at the register, she quickly slammed the paper down, digging round in her purse for one of the 10 dollar bills she’d gotten from the bank. “Here…” She huffed, shoving the money at the confused-looking teen behind the counter. “Keep the change…” She grabbed her paper and hurried out of the store as fast as her bladder would allow. She raced up to her car, placed her baby in the carseat and threw the paper into the back next to him before climbing into her car. She took a moment to scissor her legs up and down, sucking in air through her teeth and blowing it back out. Time for the trip home. Luckily the traffic wasn’t as bad the opposite way, but the detour still wasn’t doing Bethany’s bladder any favors. She really was beginning to regret that swig of Dr. Pepper; she could almost feel it funneling into her swollen bladder, inundating it with even more liquid despite the Herculean service it was already performing, containing that foolish drink all the liquid she’d consumed since breakfast. “Oooh, gotta pee gotta pee…Come on, Beth, home stretch, you can do this, you can make it…” She repeated to herself in a frenzied mantra as she sped along the highway. As she pulled into her driveway, her bladder kicked into overdrive, like it had connected to the Wi-Fi. Bethany hurriedly unlocked her seatbelt and scrambled out of the car. As soon as her foot touched the ground, the woman almost doubled over as gravity pulled her bladder straight down. She crossed her legs tight, taking short breaths as she gently bobbed up and down, trying to wrestle the urge down. After a tense moment, she got it somewhat under control. Grabbing Noah and securing him in the harness, she half-walked, half-hobbled up to the door. She didn’t even bother grabbing the paper…she could always come back for it, right now there were incredibly more pressing matters to address. She fumbled with her keys, one leg wound tightly over the other as she bounced and whimpered; her bladder felt like a roiling ball of molten lead in her abdomen, searing its way down against her quivering pelvic floor muscles. She shakily jammed the key in the lock, all but forcing the door open. She had seconds before the floodgates opened, and she knew it. As she hurried inside, Bethany gasped as she felt a trickle of warm urine force its way past her tightly clenched sphincter. Her hand flew to her crotch again as she staggered towards the toilet…she couldn't fail now, not when she’d come so far… She threw open the bathroom door as another trickle joined the first, and then another, all soaking down the inner thighs of her yoga pants. She danced in front of the toilet frantically, trying to pull down her pants with her free hand, but it was too late. She’d barely gotten her tights past her ass when the dam burst, sending a full day’s worth of held-back urine cascading down her thighs, soaking them instantly as it began to splatter onto the floor. Bethany merely stared at the toilet as she pissed herself for the first time since she was in grade school, the shock of having endured all that agony just to wind up peeing in front of the toilet almost numbing her to the coming feeling of relief. But come it did, her shoulders sagging and eyes fluttering as she surrendered to it, her knees knocking together as she gave up and let her pee simply stream through her fingers, pooling on the ground and running in rivulets out all over the bathroom floor. Sweet fuck I needed that…she moaned in her mind as she continued to empty her bladder through her pants and panties. After nearly a minute and a quarter she begun running dry, her gush slowing to a stream, then a trickle, then into naught but drips echoing as they dropped into the enormous puddle beneath them. She looked down at the baby slumbering against her chest, unaware that his mother had just pissed all down her legs. “Well, Noah…” She murmured. “At least I’d already planned to do laundry…” THE END
    2 points
  26. Another post reminded me how some writer on staff of the tv show “Brooklyn 99” must have either been into omo or bathroom stuff cause not only is this show great in itself, for an omo fan, it ranks as having the most bathroom references I’ve ever heard on any show. I thought it would be nice to list the moments for reference for omo fans but if you haven't’ seen the show, perhaps give it a watch. These are from the top of my head: Charles has to leave a restaurant and tells Jake to give an excuse. Charles says “can you make it a work emergency, not a bathroom one?” Jake: I kinda want to make it a bathroom one!” Jake is undercover and enters a bathroom to pee but gets distracted by seeing something suspicious but it upsets Terry who orders Jake to talk to him in the other room. Jake: but I haven’t got to pee yet!” Terry: You lost privilege to pee, you’re just gonna have to fidget!” Jake is not happy, lol. On a trip to FL, Scully says he needs the bathroom, then Rosa adds she has to as well. Then she adds, “I have to pee badly!” Hitchcock says “Hot!” And makes them all mad, lol Then they get in a crash, and we don’t find out what Rosa does about her desperation??! Amy is confused about Rosa being somewhere cause she was told she was in the bathroom all those times. Hitchcock says “she hasn’t been to the bathroom since 8:13 pm” Terry has to take a test and Amy tells him “time to diaper up!” Then backtracks about never doing that when Terry doesn’t seem understanding lol When Amy is in a car trunk and when it opens she tells Gina she tried on the diaper she threw in, but it doesn’t fit cause its for the size of a baby. Rosa gets locked in a storage room with bandaged hands and can’t get out, until 4 hours later and the first thing she does is say ‘I have to go the bathroom” and Amy says “I’ll help you” Amy needs to pee for a pregnancy test, Rosa tries to help her feel the need the pee. then before she can get to a bathroom they have to run and then at the prospect of a stand off, she brings down the perp just cause she’s so desperate she can’t wait that long. Scully telling Rosa the last bathroom stop before going somewhere undercover. Rosa says “stop talking about bathrooms!” And Scully says “fine, pee your pants, see if I care” lol Rosa visits downstairs where Amy works to use the bathroom and Amy keeps talking to her til she’s like “I really need to pee so I’m going” And Amy is “teach that toilet a lesson!” I mean, there is probably more tiny references too. Also behind the scenes is not spared, Stephanie Beatriz who plays Rosa posted a video where she and Melissa are waiting in a car to film on an actual street on location, then she says “And I have to pee so fucking bad, I… I think I might pee my pants, oh my god!” And you barely hear Melissa beside her yell “Do it!” I have to admit Rosa Diaz being desperate or peeing her tight black skinny jeans with her long legs is a real turn on.
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  27. It was happened in my early college years. I had to prepare materials for a university project and had to use a copy machine. There was one in a nearby bookstore, which is owned by a friend's mother. We were neighbors in the same apartment building. I have known her for many years and I knew that she could help me. Rose was a nice looking woman in her early 40s. I liked her since I was a child. She often attracted my attention with her beautiful appearance and stylish clothing. It was the end of her workday. When I entered the bookstore, she was arranging new goods on the shelves. Rose greeted me with a big smile and invited me to sit in a chair behind the counter. She had received new goods and asked me to wait a few minutes for her to finish. I wasn’t in a hurry, so I told her to take her job easy. I sat down on the chair and began to look at her back as she arranged the shelvs. She was wearing a black knee-length skirt, high-heeled boots and body colored tights. We were chatting as she working and I enjoyed how her cute butt bounced up and down in her tight fitted skirt. Even more attractive were the moments when she squatted to get something from the boxes. The skirt lifted up exposing half of her thighs. She could hardly imagine how much arousing she looked in that squatting position, especially when she slightly spread her legs. After a while, Rose finished her job and sat next to me. She complained that she had been unpacking goods all afternoon and didn't have time to rest for a minute. Sitting in the chair facing me her bare knees stuck into my eyes. She relaxed for some time and we talked about different things. Meanwhile she crossed her legs several times. It was very difficult for me not to stare at her legs, especially when she crossing them. At one moment, a customer entered the bookstore and asked for something. Rose just turned to him without getting up. She uncrossed her legs and involuntarily spread them a little wide. A unique sight exposed in front of my eyes. In this magical triangular hole between the taut skirt and thighs, the white lace panties were clearly visible under the tights. I had the opportunity to enjoy the view, while she talked to the client and she certainly couldn't realize where I was staring. I also noticed that she was sitting in the chair, slightly tense and restless. Shortly after the client left, she suddenly got up and asked what we were going to copy. She didn’t expect that I prepared more than 50 pages from several different books. She looked at me apologetically and said it would probably take her a long time to do everything. She asked me if we could start now, but finish the next day. Of course, there was no problem for me and I didn't want to make her stay after work. She began copying the first materials and complained that she she hadn't been out of the bookstore since noon. Then she turned to me and whispered "I haven't even been to the toilet". I shuddered when I heard that! That's why she constantly crossed her legs on the chair and now she was still restless. We have known each other for a long time and she obviously considered me like a close friend, so she did not hesitate to share this intimate detail with me. I immediately tried to comfort her and suggested her to left the job for the next day. She said she's fine so far and we can do half of the job. Although, it was obvious that she was in а discomfort. She just tried not to show it. I was aware, that there was no a toilet in that small shop, and she had either to use in a nearby cafe or wait to home. Fortunately we lived in just a 5-minute walk away. I watched her even more closely, trying not to show interest. She seemed a little uneasy as she worked on the copy machine. She was hurried and a little clumsy. I knew the reason and got very excited! At the same time, I didn't want to make her suffer. So, when she finished the second book and I saw how she began to bend her leg slightly, I said her to continue tomorrow. She agreed immediately, telling me directly „Yes, please, I really have to pee!”. That sounded very arousing! Since we were neighbors, we went home together. She asked me to help her with two rather heavy bags. Besides, I could see my friend at their home. The situation was perfect for me, but unfortunately not for her. Rose was walking quite fast, her heels rattling briskly on the sidewalk. I did not miss every convenient moment to look at her legs and I thought about her desperation. We had to cross the street and we stopped to wait. Rose couldn't stand still for a second. She began to step from foot to foot and push me to cross. After we crossed we continued at a faster pace. We were not far away from her home. She complained again “Oh, I really have to pee!”. I was burning with curiosity about what would happen and asked her if she could make it. Her answer was very uncertain "I don't know… I hope so." She apologized for making me hurry and admitted she barely hold it. As we approached, she began rummaging in her bag for the keys. She didn't want to waste any second. When we entered the building she quickly ran up the stairs to the elevator. Unfortunately, it was not there and we had to wait a while. Rose was wriggling on the spot, looked nervous and made displeasure grimaces. I tried to comfort her, saying it was just a little left. She murmured that she could barely hold it and didn't know if she would make it. I was very impressed by these words! I've never seen a woman on her age to be so desperate to pee. In the elevator, Rose began to wriggle even more. She was openly pee dancing in front of me and even pressed her hand on the front of the skirt. She looked really worried and moaned “I’m going to pee myself”. I stood next to her and couldn’t said anything. She looked like she could really start peeing herself. I watched her movements discreetly, watching to see if it would start dripping beneath her. As we reached the floor, Rose rushed to unlock the apartment. Her hand was tucked between her legs through her skirt. The moment she opened the door, she dropped her bag on the floor and rushed to the bathroom. With one hand she pulled up her skirt and exposed her entire thighs and butt. I saw her white thongs and she was about to pull her tights down before hiding in the bathroom. She failed to close the door. The next moment a powerful hissing sound came from inside. I was staying frozen two meters away from the open door and didn’t know how to react. I could barely restrain myself from taking two steps forward to look. My upbringing did not allow it! Rose sighed with great relief and told me that I could go to the living room. Apparently she didn't care much that I could see her as I passed by the wide open door. I walked in, trying not to look away, but when I past by her, I couldn't contain my curiosity and looked at her. I tried to pass as slowly as possible and stared at her all the time. It was a very sweet and exciting sight. Rose had taken off her panties and tights to mid-thigh and skirt was rolled up at the waist. She was sitting with her bare butt on the toilet and peed with undiminished force. The top of her intimate triangle showed slightly. She sensed my curious gaze and smiled playfully. I couldn’t stay longer, so I closed her door and went in the living-room. I was totally confused and amazed from what I saw. I couldn't gather my thoughts. At the same time, I felt awkward because I was staring at her so openly. Two minutes later, she came to me, seemed calm and relieved. She was wearing the same skirt and tights, only she had taken off her boots. She sighed with great relief and grinned. „Are you OK? You look so happy!“ – I asked her, still looking at her curiously. “I feel so much better now. А great relief!” “How long had you not been to the bathroom?“ – I asked, although I already knew, but I wanted to prolong the conversation. “It was before 2 o'clock in the afternoon when was the last one. More than 5 hours! This is too long for me. I usually go on every two or three hours. After that the situation gets difficult!” I was extremely aroused and I couldn’t control my erection. This did not go unnoticed by her and she looked at my groin and grinned at me. “And what about you?” – she grinned at me looking at my bulging jeans. I realized what she meant and did not expect such a question from her. „Is it because of my peeing?“ – she continued to ask me playfully. At first I felt embarrassed. But when she unexpectedly touched my groin with her hand, I realized that it was good for her. “Don't worry! Тhis is quite normal for any boy.” – she quickly comforted me. We sat on the sofa and we started having a very frank conversation. It turned out that my friend would be a little late, so we were alone for the next half hour. We talked about girlfriends and sexual experience. It was very exciting to talk openly about that kind of things with a mature sexy lady. As we sat on the sofa slightly facing each other, I lightly touched her knee with my hand. Her fine tights made me even more aroused. I really wanted to turn the topic of her peeing and I asked if she could really pee herself a while ago. „Yes, I really could!“ - she replied emphatically. „I was seriously worried. Especially in the elevator, I thought I’d do it in panties.“ – she smiled with embarrassed and asked me not to tell anyone about that. Then, I gained courage and confessed about my strange fetish about female peeing. She looked at me wide-eyed. „What exactly do you like… to watch me pee?” „Yes! Does it sound strange to you?“ „That's not so strange“ - she replied calmly. Then she told me that when she was younger she had a boyfriend who had a similar fetish. He was extremely aroused as he had watched her pee. I had been the second person who openly shows such interest in her. Meanwhile, my hand caressed her knee and slowly moved it up her thigh. I timidly put my hand under her skirt. With each movement I went deeper and deeper expected to stop me at any moment. We were talking, as if she didn’t notice that I was fumbling under her skirt. Suddenly she took my hand and exclaimed: “Oh, I'm getting all wet! I got aroused by your hand!” It only gave me the courage to act more confidently. However, she stopped my hand and kindly told me that we didn't have time for anything more. She admitted to me that she felt great, but at the same time she had felt very uncomfortable doing things like that with me. She asked me to keep absolute discretion. I kept my hand under her skirt while she talked to me. Then, with a slight giggle, she told me that she had to go to the toilet again. The moment she got up, I reached even deeper under her skirt and touched the panties, feeling her vagina. Her white lace tongs and tights were very wet! I fingered her crotch and starred at her underwear and feminine thighs. My thoughts were still focused on her recent desperation pee. “I can imagine how wet your tights would be now if you hadn't made it in time.” - I spontaneously decided to share my fantasies. „Knowing what a huge amount I peed, I would probably be completely soaked. And what a huge puddle I would make… now I also had to clean the floor“ - she laughed and caressed my hair. I held her thigh and kept slightly fingering. She tried to get away, but I wouldn't let her. And I continued with my curiosity. „Sorry for the question, but have you ever had a pee accident?” „Why do you ask me about such things?“ – she asked me in reply. “Because it terribly turns me on” “No, I haven’t“ „Never?“ „If you mean I've gotten completely wet, I haven’t… But yes, it happened to me to leak a bit before I took off my panties, when I was awfully needed to pee.” It was more than clear that she had accidents, but she didn't feel comfortable talking about it. After that, she asked me again to let her go to the toilet. „Let me go to the bathroom now. Such talking make me pee again … ” I decided not bother her anymore and let her go. She pulled her skirt down and went out into the hallway. When she came back, she said her son would be home soon. She asked me again to keep all this strictly between us. I decided not to wait for my friend. I didn't want to arouse any suspicions and left. (to be continued…)
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  28. I have some old pee related stories from my country's past forum (Like Shara and Ger's, but not English). I will translate stories with google if you like. That omo forum and it's stories have now vanished. Writers were anonymous. Some of them had written as genuine, but mostly they were fiction. First one is a hitchhiker fiction story from there. Like above I have only google translated it and fixed the biggest errors. Lazy as I am 🙂. PICK UP THE GIRL FROM THE DITCH I drove from north to south during summer vacation. I had rented a cabin for a few days and spent the time grilling, fishing and swimming. The work would only start after a couple of weeks and I felt rested and liberated. I decided to deviate from the boring highway at the larger municipal center and went to fill up both my car and myself at the service station. After the ice cream enjoyed at the market, I jumped into the car seat again refreshed and continued the journey. I ran towards the bus stop and my heart beat two hundred. The bus was already moving. The driver had no intention of slowing down let alone stopping for me. I watched as the back of the bus disappeared from view and I felt the pain in my throat. I threw my backpack on the bench of the bus stop shelter and dug out my phone. I started looking for information when the next bus would pass through this shanty town. At the same time, I saw a car approaching out of the corner of my eye. Instinctively, I raised my hand and gave a thumbs up. It was a spur of the moment to stop on the side of the road. Maybe it was the hurt and discouraged expression that was evident in the girl's eyes. The influence could also be a beautiful face and an impressive body, as well as the desire to have a short time travel companion. I hadn't even seen a hitchhiker in years. As the girl approached the car, I waited for a boy friend to join her from behind the bus stop shelter, but it never came. I pointed the girl to the car seat next to me and greeted the young traveler. The car smelled of leather and coniferous forest. The man with the bed beard was older than it had appeared at first glance. Probably over forty, but safe. His voice was soft and kind. Being late for the bus was no longer annoying. The man was going to the same place where the concert area was located. I could get there with the same ride and for free. By the time I got to the bus, I would have had to change halfway to another line or step on the train. The girl answered the questions briefly. Usually with just one word like yep, yes or no. He was sipping water frequently from a bottle that he dug out from time to time from his light backpack with the fell fox logo on it. She was fair-haired, but had dark long eyelashes and clear lines around her eyes. Otherwise, I couldn't detect make-up on the face. No tattoos were visible on the arms revealed by the gray sleeveless top, although the girl said that she had taken one picture of her skin the very same spring when she came of adult age. On the back seat of the car were a couple of big equipment bags and three tubes, which I knew were intended for storing rods. I had seen similar ones with my father's fly fishing friend. Landscapes flashed in the window and pop music played on the radio. Everything was pretty good, the trip went smoothly and the man made sure that there were no quiet, annoying moments. Only one thing pressed. I had chased the bus in a hurry and jumped on board in a pretty bad need to pee. I realized that I had gone to the bathroom for the last time in the morning. I didn't want to bother the man to stop for a break right after getting me on board. She stopped sipping the water and put the bottle in her backpack. The girl began to move with difficulty and just quietly followed the scenery. She had begun to sigh and I began to suspect something was wrong. After driving on the highway for a long time, I noticed the girl pressing on her lower stomach and asked if we should stop for a break. She seemed to think for a moment, but shook her head. I turned the bow of the car onto the junction that led to the highway. We started to approach big cities in the south and I knew the destination was approaching. I had believed that I would make it all the way there without a break. I had stated that I didn't need breaks, but we had driven onto the highway and that seemed to be enough. The kilometers passed slowly and only a few three-letter service station signs had told about the possibility of stopping near the highway. I began to regret not raising the matter in time. The emergency began to be greater than ever. My bladder felt like a water-filled balloon like the ones we used to toss as children in the summer. Soon I would have to ask. The girl had been sitting tense and bent forward for a long time. Sometimes she kept her hand between her thighs. There was no longer any doubt that she needed a pee break. We were already close to our destination when the girl started asking if we could stop. There were few places to stop on the motorway. I knew of a small roadside cafe at the end of the highway section just before the city. I suggested stopping there and the girl got a troubled smile on her lips. I stomped my feet on the floor and pressed my knees together. The cafe was already familiar from the times when I had gone on a city vacation with my parents. The long straights continued and the pressure in the bladder increased. Finally, the car turned off the main road into the parking lot and a distantly familiar building from years ago could be seen next to the road in the middle of the willows. The car stopped and I had some difficulties to find the door handle. I squealed in panic as I felt a tug on my panties. The man reached over me and opened the door. I ran towards the front doors and hoped my pale blue jeans stayed dry. I helped the panicking young woman out of the vehicle. The door slammed shut, and in a glimpse I could see a small tattooed pattern on the skin of the lower back, which I deduced to be her zodiac sign. The slender girl's small and round denim butt swayed as she pulled open the cafe's front door and rushed inside with determination. I calmly locked the car in the roadside parking lot and walked inside the roadside cafe. The cafe was full of people of different ages dressed in summer clothes. I ran towards the toilet corridor next to the sales counter. The door codes had patterns that could tell the genders. Fortunately, there was no queue for either toilet. The door of the toilet had a traditional handle and the sign color below it looked red. I cursed in my mind but still tried. Locked. At the same time I leaked! The thought was cut off completely. There was a gray cloud in my head and I stepped between the men's and women's restroom doors. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body. A warm feeling in my inner thighs and behind my knees. When even the inside of the sneakers felt wet, I realized something really embarrassing had happened. I just couldn't get it to stop. Pee still ran in my pants! The girl was in the bathroom corridor, bent over towards the door, looking at me like a scared puppy. Her pale skin-tight jeans were soaked up to his ankles. The dark blue was still spreading in the light denim. An elderly customer came through the door of the men's restroom and was about to bump into a girl. The man was horrified and apologized for the damage as he walked around the puddle on the tile floor. My beautiful traveling companion didn't know where to put her hands as she tried to cover her wet and still darkening pants. In the hall, the little girl shouted to her mother about the woman who peed her pants. When other customers' eyes began to focus one by one on the toilet corridor and sighs and wonderings started to be heard from the tables, I decided to act. I coaxed the shocked girl out. I covered my face with my hands. The thought had begun to flow. I only had a spare undies in my backpack and my only jeans were soaking wet. There was no such thing as a rock festival now. The man had coaxed me back into the car and wrapped some plastic bag to protect a leather seat under me. I had just peed my pants like a little brat. The cry came from sadness. How could I have been so stupid as not to open my mouth in time. I suggested a visit to my house so that my little hitchhiker could shower and we could wash and dry her wet clothes. The car smelled faintly of pee. The girl sobbed with her hands over her eyes the rest of the way and spread her dark eye make-up on her cheeks. I tried to console and focus on driving at the same time. I have to admit that I was turned on by all this and all I wanted to do was hug my companion and press my hands on his wet firm buttocks. I got into the man's townhouse apartment and immediately started to peel off my wet tight jeans. I didn't mind the man's stare. I left the gray cotton panties on until the man directed me to his bathroom. The shower made it all easier and I got a soft big towel around my body. The girl was in the bathroom and I looked at the skinny jeans she took off on the floor. I recognized a familiar pocket pattern. I had been able to admire her butt wrapped in them both dry and wet and was quite impressed by what I saw. The shower stopped and the girl came out of the bathroom refreshed. I carried the wet jeans to the washing machine and asked the girl to throw her underwear in there as well. We waited for the quick program of the washing machine to finish. The man had been strangely interested in my pee clothes. I brushed and dried my hair. I smiled and made him smile too. I sat on the sofa next to the man and hugged him. The man wrapped his arms around me and we collapsed on the corner sofa...
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  29. I've had accidents in public both in uniform and in civilian clothes. From wetting to a few messing accidents, not sure what stories others want to hear about first. I've had accidents when others were around and when also nobody was. I hope everyone is doing well!
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  30. I just had a genuine accident while playing some online Chess. I started the game with 30 minute time controls for each player. They were playing with White pieces and I the Black. and we had a Sicilian opening which immediately didn't go my way. I lost a pawn on move 2. Yeah. Not good to be losing pawns especially that early in the game, My only consolation was their Queen was out in the open and vulnerable to attack while I develop my pieces. Anyway. I was able to get into the middle game with only a slightly worse position, at this point though I was squirming a little in my seat needing to use the loo for a pee, or what I thought was only a pee. I'm wearing a comfy Blue hoodie and low cut pink panties under a short grey skirt. Toward the late middle game I managed to exchange the queens off the board and the position was only slightly better for White going into the endgame. I had played 20minutes of my clock and my opponent had used 12 minutes on theirs and I needed to concentrate as much as I could to find good moves to not lose the game. I was trying to salvage a draw at this point left with a Knight a rook and 5 pawns each, but White the better structure. A few moves of Knight hopping later. I have been playing quicker because of my need to pee and also to try and close the gap on the time advantage my opponent had My opponent blundered into a fork of their King and Rook. I was now winning after the exchange but still suffering a time disadvantage. The urge to pee was growing stronger and I also felt my tummy rumble a bit and knew I'd need to go number 2 also when I got to the loo. As carefully and quickly as I could I converted my now winning position by promoting one of my pawns to a queen and my opponent resigned. I got up off my seat, coughed just a little, clearing a tickle from my throat and that was it. A soft plop as I messed myself a little bit and a bit of pee escaped into my underwear at the same time. Oh no I thought. As much as I do enjoy having planned 'accidents' I knew the clean-up of this was going to be a bit of a chore. A few seconds of shock, which felt like more like minutes as I gently surveyed what I had done. I was going to have to change my underwear, my skirt, and thoroughly clean myself, even though it was a small mess, it was sticky and spread easily. I got to the bathroom, took off my skirt which was now sporting a slight, but barely noticeable damp spot on it's underside, put it in the washing bin. I sat down on the toilet, pulled my underwear down to my knees and stretched it out so that only the leg bands were touching the sides of my knees and the seat containing the mess was fully stretched out. The damage wasn't terrible. I wiped what I could into the toilet bowl with a few sheets of TP, let my panties go to the floor for now then, and finished off what I needed to. Wiped my bum and private parts clean then with more TP and then a wet wipe and what was left on my underwear was a long light brown streak extending from the bottom and up the back. They too went into the washing basket then and I changed into clean clothes afterward. The total TP used was about 20 sheets, give or take, and 3 wet wipes were used. Not my most pleasant experience but one I thought worth sharing regardless. p.s. In the process of writing this I have built up a need to pee again. I'm going to leave this here now, and not have a second accident in the same day. 😉
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    JAV of young Japanese schoolgirls forced to hold it while standing or sitting. Great close-ups and upskirt cams. 尿意を我慢しモジモジそわそわしている少女は可愛らしい。じっくりその様子を 眺め記録していく中には追い打ちをかける為その場に放置し、その様子を 離れた場所から観察もした。言われた事を忠実に守ろうとするが、限界を超え ジワジワと下着に薄黄色い染みが拡がる。やっと出せた安堵感の後、差恥心や 自己嫌悪に陥る姿が見ものである。 Google translation:
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  33. lol is this ripped in widescreen or something? What's with the messed up aspect ratio?
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  34. That's a shame, thank you for informing me though.
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  35. @petitewonder "I agree with what others have said about pulsating, throbbing, pulsing, and pressure." I agree there too as looking my own stories I tend to use throbbing and pulsing a lot cause that is what it feels like, almost like the beating of a small heart between your legs!
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  36. Gabriella accidentally pees in her leggings in public in this humiliating video. Gabriella is hanging out with Alisha when she finds herself desperate to pee in public. Alisha starts recording, to document what happens, as Gabriella searches for a place to pee. Unable to find an available public bathroom, she ends up having a humiliating public accident in her leggings.
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  37. I'm sure a lot of people here like to see panty wetting. Myself included even if it's not at the top of my list. And the jeans thing makes total sense. Those are fun to see girls wet too. Especially rompers as they can fit into the "shorts" category for me.
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    Schoolgirls cramming and wetting in class
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  39. When people post videos of themselves pissing with no context or tags or anything verbal/nonverbal in their videos regarding how bad they had to go? for example a guy on twitter just whips it out in a bathroom or outdoors and just pisses and that's all the post is.
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  40. @bigbeast88do you know where this comes from?
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  41. Wendy’s Week in Diapers – Part 6 From: Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich Actually it took about 90 minutes. She was furious. "You know I can't teach in this condition!" she hissed, trying not to let the whole office know that something was wrong. "So cancel it!" "You know I can't. It's already 4:35!" "Just do your best, Wendy. But do take notes. I want to hear all about it." She hung up on me. She got in the door at seven. She wasn't mad anymore, she was back to begging to be let off. Her face was red and puffy, and I wondered if she had been crying. She headed straight for the bedroom. As she walked down the hall I could see small streaks in her stockings caused by dribbles from her diapers. By the time I got there she had stripped down to her diapers and a bra. "I want you to take this damned tube out of me," she pouted. "This isn't fun anymore. I've been wetting myself like a toddler for hours." I didn't say anything. I just took out the stocks and got them ready for her. She took one look at them and started to turn red. "You don't have to use those," she said while slowly shaking her head from side to side, "I'll be good." "It's a case of first things first." I said softly but firmly. She turned an even deeper shade of red and I thought for a moment that she was about to offer some serious protests, but then she just sighed and stepped into place, holding still while I fastened the neck and wristbands. I left her standing there while I laid out the diapers she would wear until morning. Feeling a little vengeful, I laid out four of the cloth diapers and then added a fifth, folded lengthwise, as a soaker down the middle. Then I had her lie down on this pile of pads while I went to work on the catheter. I had it out in a jiffy. A few seconds more and she was all bundled up for the night, flexing her legs, testing the thickness of her rubber-covered crotch. "It's too thick," she said in wonderment, flexing her legs a little more. I knew that voice alright. It was her horny voice. Time for my treat. She looked at her hands still locked in the cuffs of the stocks and then back at me. She was expecting me to release her. "Oh," she said, "silly me. I forgot about the diaper lock." She wasn't the only one! I had been so intent on getting the details about the health club that I had forgotten the retainer belt. Close call! I tried to conceal my surprise as I helped her to stand. I had it tight and snug in a minute and this time she looked a lot less enthralled with her diapers. "Now you can let me go!" she said playfully. "Nope. Not until I hear what happened at the health club, in glorious detail." The expression on her face collapsed. She stood in the center of the room, dressed only in bulging diapers, squeaky rubber panties and the absurd diaper lock belt, her hands held at the level of her shoulders by the wooden stocks. She pulled at her tethered hands and did a little dance of frustration. "Please. No. Don't make me! Just let me go!" I just smiled and shook my head. "You can tell me, or we can find something to encourage you with." "Like what?" she pouted, but a little suspicious too. "Like a suppository." Her eyes opened wide as she digested what I meant. She looked down at her bound loins and then toward her equally useless hands. We both knew she was helpless to stop me and I knew from things she had said earlier that Wendy had once accidentally soiled a diaper her grandma had made her wear, and it hadn't been a fond memory. "You wouldn't." she said without conviction. "I would." Wendy took a trial step or two. We both listened to her heavy rubber panties swish and rustle. She looked at the door. The stocks were too wide to let her pass through it. She slumped down onto the bed, sitting, with a big sigh. "I knew you weren't going to let me off. Okay. You win. Take the stocks off, and I'll tell you all about it." "First the story. Then the stocks come off, because if I don't like the story, you are going to have messy diapers by morning." "Just let me lie down." "Why?" "It's more comfortable, okay?" I helped her lie down, her head on the pillows. This is what she had to say: Wendy's (POV) I guess you've figured it out by now that I run hot and cold on this diapers thing. Sometimes it’s delicious, a private little bondage session that I take with me wherever I go. Other times it is sheer hell, like when I notice people staring at my seamed stockings and reacting to the rustling sounds from my diapers. I'm always worried that I'm blushing too much. I mean, how are you supposed to wet yourself while standing in an elevator full of people and not show it? Anyway, it's 4:15, and I'm beginning to curse your idea about tying my shoes in place, because my feet are killing me, when this courier turns up in my office. Problem is he just walked through the door without knocking. He caught me squatting down, having a pee. I was in front of my desk and facing the door, so he got a real eye full of my diapered crotch - or at least I'm pretty sure he did because he blushed pretty hard. Maybe he was staring at my garters. Anyway, we both got pretty red. I signed for the parcel and made sure the door got locked as I saw him out. I was pretty shaken. It could have been someone from the office. Like I said, I've been attracting a lot of attention lately. Anyway, as soon as I got the parcel open I saw your note. I got mad. So mad that I flooded my diaper. I was about to go to the washroom to change when I noticed the time. It was too late for anything but leaving for the club. I grabbed my purse and stuffed the tracksuit into my gym bag. I'm sure I was making sloshing sounds as I headed for the elevator. Just as I got out onto the street I began to leak. Just a little trickle running down the inside of my thigh. My stocking top took care of it, but I knew that if I peed much more I would be a sight. I guess it was then that I began to think about what was going to happen at the club, I mean, how I was going to handle things. I was pretty sure the changing room had toilet stalls, so I relaxed a little. Once I got to the club I ran to the locker room. I could feel more pee arriving in my diaper and I knew I was about to leak badly. You picked a great day to do this to me. Did you know that they were painting the toilet stalls and had taken all the doors off? That really floored me. I was so sure that I would be able to find a private place to change that for a minute I just stood there, peeing myself and wondering how to get out of this mess. Finally, I had no choice. It was change or leak. So I took the last stall and hoped no one would happen by. I got everything ready before I exposed anything embarrassing. A fresh diaper, new plastic panties, my tracksuit, the works. I took off my blouse and bra first. Then I cut the fishing line around my shoes and slipped them off. My stockings went next. Finally, I was down to my skirt and everything underneath it. I was about to slip my plastic panties off when I realized a pool of liquid had formed in the crotch. Since I couldn't let it splash on the floor I had to move all my stuff around, so I could sit on the toilet and hold the elastic open, so it could drain. I took off the plastic pants while still sitting down and only a few drops escaped. I got rid of the diaper pretty quick after that. I put it between the toilet and the wall, hoping no one would see it. I got rid of my skirt, took off my garter belt and then grabbed a fresh diaper. Have you ever tried to put one of those things on when you're standing? Just as I got it taped, I looked up to see a 12-year-old girl staring at me from just outside the cubicle. Her mouth was hanging open. "Is that a diaper?" she asked loud enough to wake the dead. I told her to get lost. As soon as she disappeared I regretted being rude. Now she was sure to tell her mother. But, let me tell you, I've never had a diaper that felt so good. It was warm and dry and comfortable -- there's nothing like it. Unless you have to go and stand in front of 20 people while you wear it! I got my plastic pants on and put a pair of loose jogging shorts (that I had in my locker) over them to keep the noise down. Then I put the tracksuit on, put away my stuff. Put my wet diaper in the trash and tried to get my nerve up. Everyone stared at me as soon as I walked into the room. My head told me it was because they've never seen me in a tracksuit. My fear told me it was because they all knew I was wearing a diaper. To be continued…….
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  42. Amazing talent!!!!! thank you
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  43. Version 1.0.4

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    Omo Date! is a short omorashi themed visual novel about a girl who becomes desperate to pee while in the middle of a date. Will she make it to a bathroom in time, or will she wet her pants in an embarrassing fashion? You can probably guess the outcome. I've been a fan of visual novels for a while and wanted to try making one myself, so sometime last year I started drawing up character models with the intentions to make one. Unfortunately, I had no idea how to make a visual novel. I got caught in the trap of trying to make everything "perfect" that I didn't make much progress for a while. Eventually, I decided to just accept that this is a learning experience and I finished making the story and finished making the thing work. While there's still a lot I'm not happy with (There's no music, story still feels off, no models besides MC, backgrounds rushed), I think I've learned a lot. I'm sure my next attempt will be much better! This is free, mostly because I think it's too short and unpolished to charge for. I'm also still unsure if my art is even good enough to monetize, so I want to practice a lot more before I even consider putting price tags on things. Also, let me know if there any issues with the game or the download, and I'll try to fix them. I've never worked with Ren'py before, so I'm sure there might be something I've missed. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you like and don't like about it so I can continue to improve my content! (Protip: middle mouse click hides the text boxes)
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  44. So, I planned a week ago to write a long post on what I think the causes and effects could entail of this, but sadly my phone died and I couldn’t finish the post. So I’m just going to be briefer by giving my prediction of the effects of a world without public wetting shame. What if wetting wasn’t socially unacceptable? Well, first off I think that we need to realize one thing. As much as we may think this would be good would it really? One thing for me that drives this kink is the fact that it goes against societal values and makes me feel rebellious. I just think that as much as some may want it to be acceptable, it could take out some of the fun. This is the first effect I think will happen. The drive for our kink will decrease and some of our amazing stories about how we somehow managed a public wetting without complete embarrassment will be null and void. All of those stories of seeing a rare witnessed wetting and the sheer embarrassment radiating from the person becoming common and the embarrassment going away. Secondly, what would happen to this site? All of the stories we’ve read, the conversations on many different types of posts, and the experiences we share with one another might not even exist. Now, I may be over exaggerating, but this could be a possibility. Thirdly, what happens to toilet training for kids? If parents aren’t so adamant about teaching their kids to make sure they go to the bathroom, how will they learn not to wet themselves? Will toilets soon become irrelevant and unused. Will janitors be more highly paid? Hey, you never know, we could just all be wearing diapers or making puddles on the ground at that point. Ok, I know I’ve talked about all the bad things that could happen, but what about the good things? Well, now peeing yourselves won’t be discussed in hush tones and people will be more open to peeing themselves or seeing people pee themselves. Another good thing is that self esteem isn’t shattered when wetting occurs. If it isn’t bad to wet yourself then you can’t be hit hard for it by everyone. This would save some people their dignity for sure. There may be some bad things and some good things to it but remember, this is just a theory. — Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think, do you agree or not? I’d love to hear some feedback.
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  45. I don't have pictures or anything but I personally have accidentally messed myself at least a handful of times while working out.
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  46. Ups.. Something goes wet.. 😂🙈 And it's blue 😜
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  47. ...also another two good ones, while tapping on the phone and a rewetting while waiting at the restroom of a restaurant https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/131081/20557111/Scarlet+SOAKS+Her+Tight+Jeans+in+a+Public+Parking+Lot!!!! https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/131081/20563841/Scarlet+Wets+Her+Jeans+in+the+Store+then+Re-Wets+them+in+the+Parking+Lot!
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  48. Version 1.0.0

    5,803 downloads

    Another one for you all to enjoy. This is a larger collection which generally follow the same simple, but sexy plot. A Japanese girl, usually in a school uniform, but not always, is super horny and walking about town looking for a private place to flick the bean (just heard that expression for the first time and I've been dying to use it). Anyhow she finds someplace private and starts feeling herself up. Now some of these take place in public (or semi-public) and the other half take place in a public washroom, but I've grouped them all together. After some touching and feeling, the girl starts to properly masturbate (*note this is uncensored* Contains Nudity*). Carried away in the moment, they often don't realize when they've peed/'squirted' and sometimes this is pretty embarrassing, given that they forgot to take off their panties before climaxing. Other girls cum and then pee in the toilet or on the ground nearby. Something for everyone, Enjoy and happy holidays, Rach p.s. really like my recent posts or looking for something special (either a pair of used panties or even a custom video)? Visit my site and/or send me an email :) http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties
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