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  1. An Omo poem about a busy house with only one loo and a mum who needs to go… I woke up nice and early As desperate as can be Rushed straight into the bathroom For a long and lovely pee. Then I went into the kitchen Where it was just the cat and me To catch up on the daily news with a nice big mug of tea. But soon the others woke up And they all queued for the shower We’re a very busy family They’d be no loo for an hour! You see we only have one bathroom No en-suite or small loo So I crossed my legs while cooking eggs And made another brew! The first came in a towel He looked and smelt so clean But all that I was wanting Was to go where he’d just been! He sat and ate some breakfast As he talked about his school While I gently rubbed my tummy My bladder felt so full! Next I saw my husband All smart in suit and tie He kissed my cheek and hugged me Winking as he said goodbye I tried to sneak upstairs again For a really needed wee But the door was locked, the shower on And I squirmed for all to see! “Stop that mum! That isn’t cool” Came a gruff voice from a bed “I’m next in line, Is that the time?” “I’ll be quick!” was all I said He looked at me and swung his legs Then barked, “I’m sorry mum!” One hand gripped his pj front And the other clutched his bum! I hid my eyes and looked away It was not a sight to see! I ran into my bedroom Still bursting for a pee! Behind the door I squirmed and danced As urges came so strong This wasn’t great, I’d need to wait Though I wasn’t sure how long! Minutes past I heard a call “Mum, where’s my favourite top?” But my hand was pushed between my legs I was scared to move or stop! “I think it’s on your bedroom floor!” I gasped back in despair. “But now it’s creased and dirty And I don’t know what to wear!” I leaned against the bedroom wall And tensed my thighs so tight I handed her another top That I hoped would be alright Then I raced across the landing And knocked the bathroom door “Is anybody in there? I can not wait much more!” “Sorry mum, I’m in the bath I’ll shout you when it’s free” In dire need I grabbed myself I REALLY had to pee! Frightened I might wet myself I wondered where to go So I went down to the kitchen And paced back to and fro I was only in my nightdress And my flowery granny pants When I spotted something shiny: A dish that was my aunt’s! The precious family heirloom Kept out for all to see But now it seemed the perfect thing To use for me to pee! I danced and squirmed a little more But when the pressure peaked My bladder couldn’t take the strain My poor urethra leaked! I’d been holding on for ages Bursting for so long I slid my hand inside my pants But I knew I hadn’t long! I grabbed the dish with just one hand And placed it on the floor Then I tried to pull my knickers down while leaking more and more! I squatted over best I could Warm urine leaking out Terrified that I’d be caught Just then I heard a shout “Mum that’s me done, the toilet’s free Did you say you had to go? I heard him coming down the stairs I had to stop the flow! I’d only dribbled in the dish But my knickers were all wet I tried to stop, just one last drop, And then I heard his step! I stood up straight and grabbed the dish I had no time to think With urine dripping down my legs I placed it in the sink I smiled at my grown up son Then raced up to the loo Still absolutely desperate There was nothing I could do With knickers on I peed so fast Relieved I even swore And then my daughter walked right in Cos I hadn’t shut the door! “Oh sorry mum! Oh what a shock The floor’s wet, did you know?” “Yes that was me, I’m sorry love I really had to go!” “That’s ok. It can’t be helped. It happens to me too! I think you need to drink less tea… And we need another loo!” for anyone unable to read it: I woke up nice and early As desperate as can be Rushed straight into the bathroom For a long and lovely pee. Then I went into the kitchen Where it was just the cat and me To catch up on the daily news with a nice big mug of tea. But soon the others woke up And they all queued for the shower We’re a very busy family They’d be no loo for an hour! You see we only have one bathroom No en-suite or small loo So I crossed my legs while cooking eggs And made another brew! The first came in a towel He looked and smelt so clean But all that I was wanting Was to go where he’d just been! He sat and ate some breakfast As he talked about his school While I gently rubbed my tummy My bladder felt so full! Next I saw my husband All smart in suit and tie He kissed my cheek and hugged me Winking as he said goodbye I tried to sneak upstairs again For a really needed wee But the door was locked, the shower on And I squirmed for all to see! “Stop that mum! That isn’t cool” Came a gruff voice from a bed “I’m next in line, Is that the time?” “I’ll be quick!” was all I said He looked at me and swung his legs Then barked, “I’m sorry mum!” One hand gripped his pj front And the other clutched his bum! I hid my eyes and looked away It was not a sight to see! I ran into my bedroom Still bursting for a pee! Behind the door I squirmed and danced As urges came so strong This wasn’t great, I’d need to wait Though I wasn’t sure how long! Minutes past I heard a call “Mum, where’s my favourite top?” But my hand was pushed between my legs I was scared to move or stop! “I think it’s on your bedroom floor!” I gasped back in despair. “But now it’s creased and dirty And I don’t know what to wear!” I leaned against the bedroom wall And tensed my thighs so tight I handed her another top That I hoped would be alright Then I raced across the landing And knocked the bathroom door “Is anybody in there? I can not wait much more!” “Sorry mum, I’m in the bath I’ll shout you when it’s free” In dire need I grabbed myself I REALLY had to pee! Frightened I might wet myself I wondered where to go So I went down to the kitchen And paced back to and fro I was only in my nightdress And my flowery granny pants When I spotted something shiny: A dish that was my aunt’s! The precious family heirloom Kept out for all to see But now it seemed the perfect thing To use for me to pee! I danced and squirmed a little more But when the pressure peaked My bladder couldn’t take the strain My poor urethra leaked! I’d been holding on for ages Bursting for so long I slid my hand inside my pants But I knew I hadn’t long! I grabbed the dish with just one hand And placed it on the floor Then I tried to pull my knickers down while leaking more and more! I squatted over best I could Warm urine leaking out Terrified that I’d be caught Just then I heard a shout “Mum that’s me done, the toilet’s free Did you say you had to go? I heard him coming down the stairs I had to stop the flow! I’d only dribbled in the dish But my knickers were all wet I tried to stop, just one last drop, And then I heard his step! I stood up straight and grabbed the dish I had no time to think With urine dripping down my legs I placed it in the sink I smiled at my grown up son Then raced up to the loo Still absolutely desperate There was nothing I could do With knickers on I peed so fast Relieved I even swore And then my daughter walked right in Cos I hadn’t shut the door! “Oh sorry mum! Oh what a shock The floor’s wet, did you know?” “Yes that was me, I’m sorry love I really had to go!” “That’s ok. It can’t be helped. It happens to me too! I think you need to drink less tea… And we need another loo!”
    8 points
  2. Mandy wriggled on the wooden bench as she listened to Jas tell her about his students’ antics. Her need for the toilet was growing rapidly- she had started the morning off like any other, with a tall glass of water and a mug of coffee. She hadn’t peed since her morning pee just after 7:00 that morning. The two large glasses of wine on an empty stomach were hitting hard. She suspected that her return to high school had lasted for maybe an hour so far. “Hey listen, I need to visit the ladies room. I’ll be right back.” She interjected Jas’s latest student story at an opportune moment. The washroom was just a thirty-second walk away, around the corner. As she stood up, her urge intensified- she had to GO. “Wait!” He said as she turned to leave. “We’re in the middle of a simulation.” “So what?” Mandy danced lightly on the spot, scissoring her legs together. She fought the urge to grab herself in front of Jas and instead interlocked her hands and twiddled her thumbs in front of her crotch. Her desperation was obvious now that she had arisen from her seat. Jas looked at her in disbelief. “What happens if you pee into a toilet while you’re in the middle of a dream?” Then Mandy realized what he meant. She would relieve herself in the washroom here… while wetting her pants on the chair in the lab. “UGH!” She slammed her clenched fists on her thighs in frustration. “I need to pee so bad! How do I get out of here?” Jas frowned thoughtfully. “I dunno, maybe just hold on for a bit. They’re observing us obviously, so they’ll probably see you need to go and turn off the machine soon…” It made sense. She desperately danced on the spot before plopping herself back down on the bench. Sitting helped, but she still wanted to squeeze her pussy through her jeans. They better stop this soon or she would have no choice but to pee- her bladder was filling up way too fast. “I’m sorry to act like this- it’s just that I really really need to go. It was an hour drive here and then they made me drink…” “Yeah, me too.” “Don’t you need to go?” “Not that bad- I went before leaving home…” “ARGHHH! I wish I had. This sucks!” Mandy rubbed her palms aggressively on her thighs, scratching the denim material with her long fingernails. She exhaled deeply, feeling the unrelenting pressure building up further in her abdomen. How long could she hold on before peeing became an absolute necessity? Maybe ten minutes, perhaps twenty? Jas looked at her glistening brown eyes empathically. “If it makes you feel any better, I had some accidents in school all those years ago.” “Here? In Aldy?” she questioned in disbelief. “No, in elementary school. I had accidents all the way to grade 4.” “Oh… that’s pretty old to be peeing your pants.” “Yeah, I was too shy to ask to leave. Sometimes, I peed myself right in front of the toilet- just couldn’t get my pecker out fast enough…” Mandy shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, I definitely had a few moments like that when I was expecting. Luckily, people give you a pass when you have a giant belly.” “Pregnancy is rough for sure. I hear that the bladder control can also be an issue post-birth?” Mandy squeezed her legs together and placed a hand on her lap, trying to squeeze herself discreetly. This conversation wasn’t helping matters. “Yeah, I leaked often when I sneezed or laughed. In fact, I once had a full-on accident in my car while driving home from Kennedy’s doctor- fucking traffic got me that time.” She inhaled sharply, wishing she hadn’t admitted such a private matter. No one had found out. She had quickly thrown her soaked sweat pants into the laundry machine and cleaned the car seat in the garage, hiding the evidence before her ex-husband had gotten home from work. Jas paused, seemingly unable to react. A massive erection was pressing up against the stiff cloth of his jeans. Hearing his attractive first crush talk about wetting herself in her car while wriggling in obvious desperation- it was overwhelming for an 18-year old guy full of raging hormones. He tried to subtly adjust himself, but she noticed the movement. “Oh, you do need to go.” “Yeah, sorry.” He lied, preferring to feign a need for the bathroom over admitting he was really enjoying her suffering. “It’s okay. Listen, why don’t we just hold ourselves? It’s only us here…” “OK sure.” Mandy sighed audibly as she grasped her crotch- it was a most welcome help in the battle against her own bladder. Despite openly clutching herself, she was now in real danger of spurting in her jeans. How much longer could this experiment possibly go for? Jas used his hand to hide his erect manhood. It was nearly impossible to fight the urge to rub his hard cock as he watched Mandy struggle to maintain control of her bladder. She really was a beautiful girl- perky breasts, a slim figure, and a nice butt to bring everything together. Her wavy black hair flowed down to her mid-back and she had great fashion sense to boot. What a treat it was seeing her like this! “Ohhhhh.” Mandy moaned. “Do you think they’re stopping this soon? It’s been so long now…” She asked rhetorically, knowing Jas had no answer for her. Maybe it might be better to just go to the toilet. Sure, she would wet her pants in real life, but she would no longer be in pain. What was the difference anyway? If she wasn’t released from this hell soon, she would pee herself inadvertently. Time was ticking by and her bladder was slowly but surely reaching its limit.
    6 points
  3. Hi friends!! Long time no post This actually happened yesterday and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I was home alone last night and was sitting at my desk playing a computer game. I honestly didn’t feel my bladder filling at all, and was drinking water quite heavily. All of a sudden a wave of desperation hit me and I had to sit on my heel to stop myself from leaking. Of course, the pressure instantly made me want to wet, but I really didn’t want to make a mess so I figured I could wet in the shower and have some fun with the shower head. I thought I could wait another 10-15 minutes so I continued playing and drinking my water. I got sucked back into my game lost track of time, completely forgetting about my need to pee. I played for another hour and all of a sudden, no warning, my bladder involuntarily leaked into my shorts. I wasn’t wearing any panties, and since the leak caught me off guard I couldn’t pause my game to hold myself. I leaked for a good 10 seconds, and when I was able to pause I had already soaked the crotch of my shorts and was sitting in a small puddle. As I stood up, I started leaking again. I had to put my hands into my crotch to try and stop the pee. I was an absolute mess, I was whimpering as I crossed and I crossed my legs while I panicked because I realized I was not going to make it to the bathroom. I couldn’t even make it five steps to grab a towel. I was steadily leaking into my hands and I could not stop. I finally gave up fighting and sank down to my knees, peeing full force into my hands. The puddle was so big and it was so humiliating but also so thrilling. I sat in my puddle shocked for a good 5 minutes before I moved my hands away. My bladder must’ve been super weak from holding so long because as I moved my hands I started to pee again. I honestly don’t know how I had any left in me.
    5 points
  4. Mandy nervously parked her car and shut off the engine. As she unbuckled her seatbelt with shaking hands, she took the liberty of scanning the charcoal-coloured typical-looking building in front of her. Who would have thought that such cutting-edge science experiments occurred in a place like this? She retrieved her cell phone from her purse and unlocked it with her fingerprint. There were no new messages from Jas, her Facebook friend of nearly twenty years. They had gone to high school together, but hadn’t kept in touch since other than an occasional Facebook like or comment. She had suspected that Jas had a thing for her, but she had gone steady with her high school sweetheart and eventually married him. The relationship had fallen apart after seventeen years, but Mandy appreciated how things had turned out, nonetheless. She had a beautiful four-year-old daughter, whom she considered to be her life’s purpose. However, Kennedy was away at her grandma’s this weekend so Mandy was free to see what this unique research opportunity was all about. Jas had messaged her asking if she was interested in a unique experience, revisiting high school as her 18-year-old self. It seemed like something straight out of a movie. Now here she was, showing security at the door her driver’s license so she could proceed onwards through the tinted glass doors. Dressed sharply in a red blouse, form-fitting jeans, and sunglasses, she felt the security guard’s eyes admire her as she moved past him, heels clacking. “Ah, there you are- Jas told us all about you!” a fifty-something woman in a lab coat exclaimed as Mandy walked in. The ID on her lab coat read Dr. Keaton. “I’m Nicole and my assistant Sam will help you get started!” She gestured towards an open door behind her. “Hi”. Mandy smiled and nodded, cautiously stepping her way around the excited scientist and through the door. Sam was an attractive blonde woman in her mid-twenties, obviously a graduate student. Mandy could see a couple of futuristic chairs with funky attachments behind her- Jas was already seated in one of them. His head was buried in a large helmet-like device. Sam noticed her studying the structures and quickly acted to divert her attention. “Don’t worry, the chairs look scary but they’re just a whole lot of fun! Soon you will be back at Aldy Senior having a blast with your friend! But first, we need to get some alcohol in you!” She giggled, gesturing towards a cart next to her. Mandy scanned the many drinks in front of her- beers, wines, tequila, vodka, and so on. “Why do I need to drink first?” “Oh, it all works a lot better once you’re relaxed and uninhibited. What can I pour you?” Mandy picked out a red wine and accepted a full glass. As she drank, Sam chatted happily about her own experiences with the machine- she had gone back to her elementary and high schools, as well as the house she had grown up in. The technology was able to let you experience everything in your younger body- it really was ground-breaking stuff! Nicole strode into the room and urged them to get the drinking done quicker. Mandy was already feeling buzzed half a glass in, but quickly chugged the rest. To her surprise, Sam refilled the glass. Mandy looked at her questioningly. “Sorry, we really need your blood alcohol content at a high level, so you feel fully immersed in the experience – trust me, it beats taking other drugs. Just enjoy the fun!” Mandy told Sam about her own life as she grew drunker- her ex, her daughter, her career as a dentist. Her voice slurred as she drank quickly. As Nicole came by to check up on things again, Mandy chugged the remaining quarter of the glass, just barely fighting off her stomach’s effort to vomit out the large volume of liquid. Sam helped wobbling Mandy to the empty chair as Nicole hurriedly fussed with the device settings. Mandy was feeling drunker than she had in a long time- everything was hazy. The pleasurable buzz of the wine had largely drowned the initial anxiety she had been feeling about this experience. As the headset was lowered over her head, Mandy recognized the familiar environment- it was indeed her high school. She was standing just inside the entrance to the school, with the cafeteria to her right. The vacant surroundings were a bit unsettling- she had usually experienced the school in its busy, lively state. She felt a rush of nostalgia- all those fun times with friends, meeting her first love, all of it. The emotions overwhelmed her in her drunken state and she started crying. Looking down, she could see and feel her teenage body, clad with an old Ralph Lauren t-shirt and faded skinny jeans- it was unbelievable. She moved her arms and walked forward- it felt as real as anything she had ever done. She became aware of a sound of a basketball bouncing, getting nearer quickly. She turned to face the hallway and saw Jas running and dribbling. “Wooooh Mandy- we’re eighteen again! Isn’t this awesome?” He spun around as he ran, smoothly resuming the dribble after the 360 spin. Jas was also wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Mandy wiped away her tears and smiled- Jas looked exactly as she had last seen him fifteen years ago. “Hi Jas! Yeah, this is so crazy!” He let the ball bounce down the hall and stopped in front of her. “Wow, you look amazing! Just like before!” Mandy blushed. Even in a virtual world in her old body, the compliment moved her. She was finding it difficult to focus being as drunk as she was, but they sat down in the cafeteria and began catching up. Jas hadn’t married and had gone on to become a university instructor. He had heard about the project from a fellow instructor who knew Sam. He admitted that Mandy had been his first crush, but hadn’t expected her to accept the invite to participate in the experiment. Mandy blushed again and admitted she thought he was cool too. Seeing Jas again in teen form had riled up her long-forgotten adolescent impulses. All the wine didn’t help either- she was definitely moist under her skinny jeans. As they continued chatting excitedly, Mandy was starting to experience a different sensation- the urge to pee as her bladder filled up.
    5 points
  5. Part 2 It seemed that I wasn’t the only one in this predicament. Not even a minute after I’d joined the line, I saw a young woman hurrying down the hall towards the gate, her heels clicking urgently on the tiled white floor as she walked with great haste. Just like I had two minutes ago, she saw the bathroom doors and immediately rushed towards them, her face flustered and tense. But of course, she too was stopped in her tracks by the locked door. As she stepped back, I saw a pained grimace appear on her face and her knees bent slightly as she bobbed in place. Clearly, she was in a great need! My interest was piqued, and I continued watching her. Her head turned on her shoulders as she looked in every direction, her eyes scanning as she searched in vain for another bathroom. When she didn’t find any, her face clouded with even more worry. She glanced apprehensively at the line of people slowly boarding the plane, then looked hesitantly back up the hallway from where she’d come, clearly contemplating running out and trying to find another bathroom in time to board the plane. In the end, however, she came to the same conclusion that I had, and began quickly scurrying to the back of the line where I stood. I looked at her out of the corner of my eyes as she approached. She was young, maybe about 25, wearing a white blouse with very tight-fitting black pants which accentuated the soft curves of her legs and ass quite nicely, while on her feet she wore a pair of open-toed high heels. Her chest-length brown hair bounced in rhythm to the click-clacking of her heels as she strode over and took her place right behind me. Now that I could see her face clearly, it struck me that she looked quite familiar. After a moment’s thought, I realized she had been at the conference, and I’d seen her several hours ago during one of the morning activities. Sure enough, I noticed that she was still wearing her name tag on her chest, which read “Jennifer”. It seemed she had fallen into the exact same predicament as I had, being unable to find time for a toilet break all morning and now arriving at the airport about to burst. It was oddly comforting, knowing I wasn’t suffering alone anymore. In fact, I was actually getting rather excited; I’d always had this effect at the sight of someone desperate to pee, and this was quite a sight indeed. As she was standing behind me, it was hard to keep my eye on Jennifer without it being too suspicious. However, the nonstop clicking of her heels left nothing to the imagination. She was unable to stand still, walking in place, shuffling her feet, shifting from one foot to the other. More than once I saw her stepping to the side and gazing down at the line, clearly impatient to get on the plane as quickly as possible, where she could go dashing off to the nearest toilet. Mind you, I wasn’t faring much better myself. My swollen bladder was pressing up against my tight skirt, and its weight was pressing down heavily against my urethra, making the pressure almost unbearable. I mirrored the movements of the woman behind me, my legs constantly jiggling as we crept forward at a painstakingly slow pace. After what felt like ages, although it was really just ten minutes, we finally crossed through the gate and onto the plane. Relief was close now, it wouldn’t be much longer. I tried to remain composed, but just the thought of the bathrooms being so close was sending my bladder into overdrive, and I had to bite my lips to suppress a groan as I was engulfed by a wave of desperation. It wasn’t just me either. Behind me, Jen was breathing quickly, and I could actually feel her urgent sighs on the back of my neck. “Come on, dammit,” I heard her muttering under her breath with unmistakable frustration as we crept down the aisle at a snail’s pace. It certainly felt like a trek, but at last I finally came upon my seat. As it turned out, Jen and I were seated right next to each other; I had an aisle-side seat in the middle section, and hers was right across the aisle next to mine. However, seating arrangements were the last thing on my mind at that moment. Not even bothering to sit down, I threw my handbag onto the seat and set my eyes on the bathroom door further down the aisle, towards the back of the plane. I hurried towards it, Jen following right on my heels. Unfortunately, we weren’t the only ones who had been in need of relief. The bathroom was already occupied, and two women stood in line waiting. I had half-expected this to happen, but even so, with my bladder so incredibly full, it was not a sight I had wanted to see. Jen’s sigh of frustration from behind me made it clear what her feelings were as well. I came to a stop at the back of the line, right behind a young girl of about 20, who was clad in a simple white shirt and jeans, standing with her legs crossed. In front of her was an older lady of about 40, who stood right in front of the door, staring at the “Occupied” sign rather intently. Waiting in line for the bathroom was a form of torture in and of itself. Being so close to a toilet yet having to stand there and wait while my bladder throbbed and ached in my abdomen was torment. It really was a struggle not to reach down and grab myself between the legs, that’s how badly I had to go. Instead, I settled for the next best thing, jamming my thighs together and rubbing my knees against each other, although I was trying to be subtle. I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious in front of all the other passengers. Jen was doing much of the same: with her legs squished together, she was slowly rocking back and forth on her heels, bent forward a little at the waist and her arms crossed over her chest. Her breathing was heavy, clearly occupied in an internal fight to maintain control of herself. We were both very much in a deep struggle, but at least the wait wouldn’t be much longer. The bathroom door opened, and the occupant walked out, allowing the woman up front to hurry inside and lock the door. Just one more person, I thought to myself. Just a few more minutes, then I can finally pee. The annoying thing about a full bladder is that it makes even a few minutes seem like eons. The door opened again, and the first woman came out, standing aside as the young girl in front of me pushed past her and disappeared into the little room. Unable to stand still anymore, I jiggled my knees and swayed from side to side, my impatience growing as I silently urged the girl inside to hurry up and get out. Next to me, Jen had grown more restless too, rubbing the front of her thighs with her hands as she marched on the spot, staring at the door with pursed lips. Three minutes of restless waiting later, the door clicked, and suddenly it was open again. Oh, thank god. The girl had hardly taken a step outside before I rushed past her, bursting into the tiny room beyond. Never had I been so happy to set my eyes on a plane toilet. Turning around, I grasped the door and began to push it, but just before it closed, I caught a glimpse of Jen’s face. It was flushed and tense, and her wide worry-stricken eyes locked onto mine, pleading with me to hurry up. Shoving the door closed, I fumbled the lock into place, then staggered backwards to stand over the little white bowl. In one swift movement, I clawed my skirt up to my waist, dug my fingers into my pantyhose and underwear, then tore them down to my knees. I was peeing before I could even get seated, sending my initial stream of urine flying into my underwear before my thighs finally embraced the cold toilet seat. I threw back my head and exhaled deeply in total relief as I finally relaxed, peeing forcefully into the little toilet beneath me. Ohhhh… god… My shoulders slumped as the burden of my very full bladder was lifted at last, a morning’s worth of liquid jetting out from between my legs with incredible speed. After a considerable amount of time, I squeezed out the final few drops, heaving out one final breath of relief. I reached for the toilet paper, feeling a hundred times better than when I had walked in. My mind had been so taken over from the immense relief that for a moment I had completely forgotten about Jen. With a jolt of excitement, I remembered that she was standing just outside the door, probably jumping out of her skin in desperation. The poor soul must be trying so hard not to flood her pants and humiliate herself in front of so many people. I realized that I, alone in this bathroom, was single-handedly blocking her from the relief she so urgently needed. In here, I could delay her as long as I wanted! Malicious thoughts began to play in my head as I contemplated this power. I imagined sitting here for ages and ages, while Jen stood outside squirming and straining every muscle she had to hold it in, before finally losing control and unleashing a massive waterfall onto the aisle floor as onlookers gawked from every direction. But no, I couldn’t do that, of course not. As much as I would’ve loved to, that would just be cruel. Nevertheless, I took my time as I wiped myself and readjusted my clothes, then taking a good minute or so to cleanse my hands very thoroughly, scrubbing the soap quite generously. Surely, she could wait for just a couple more minutes? Once I had finally finished up rubbing my hands dry, I reached out and swung open the door, fully expecting to be swept aside by Jen as she rushed inside. Instead, I came face to face with… no one. Stepping out into the aisle, I looked up and down, perplexed, wondering where my desperate colleague had disappeared off to. Perhaps she went off to find another bathroom? My questions didn’t go unanswered for too long, because just then I was accosted by a flight attendant. “Excuse me, ma’am, please return to your seat immediately, we will be taking off soon.” Muttering in acknowledgement, I quickly turned and began hurrying back to my seat. Was this why Jen had disappeared? Because she had been forced to return to her seat, unrelieved, due to the plane’s imminent departure? It was a definite possibility, and I would find out for sure very shortly. Sure enough, as I approached my seat, there she was, occupying the seat next to mine. One look at her rapidly bouncing knees told me all I needed to know: she’d been unable to find a bathroom in time for the departure and was still clearly nursing a very full bladder underneath her garments. No matter how desperate she was now, she’d have no choice but to hold on until the takeoff was complete, and that could take at least another fifteen minutes or so.
    5 points
  6. There's a thread elsewhere called "ran into these on telegram" that's run on for a month on this topic, but I thought it would be cleaner to start a new one going forward; you can head there to read some background and see similar videos. To summarize: on Douyin.com (Chinese version of TikTok, which also acts like China's answer to Twitch) some of the girls play punishment games with their audiences, and a few involve pee holding. The undisputed queen of this is a streamer called 龙宝(打不服)- Dragon Treasure (Reluctant to Fight). She has a second channel called 小龙女(打不服)- Little Dragon Girl (Unconvinced). [Note: I speak zero Mandarin, so this is pure Google/Bing translation]. She's got at least a dozen videos out there (all on the other thread) peeing her pants on stream, or sometimes peeing from under her dress, all over her floor. This morning I managed to catch pretty much an entire three-hour broadcast; it would have been on from around 10:30p - 1:30a China Standard Time on August 21/22nd. Her game today involved drinking about five cups of water over that time, and doing challenges involving some kind of vibrating board. About forty minutes into the broadcast, she peed herself for the first time, while lying down with her back on the board. Afterwards, she got up, sat down on her stool with her soggy ass, and chatted with her audience a bit, at one point asking them what they wanted her to wear for the rest of the stream (light pants, dark pants, or a skirt). She ran off and changed, then spent two more hours drinking water and doing holding games, pressing on her bladder and sitting/laying/standing on that board in various poses, all the while clearly leaking (as well as being wet from sitting on her wet stool and kneeling in her pee puddle on the floor from earlier--she literally cleaned up nothing during this broadcast): These were all timed challenges, with her audience telling her what to do, trying to make it harder for her to hold it. Finally she sat down one last time and completely lost it. The broadcast then immediately ended, right as she was standing up. She didn't even say goodbye. Which was weird, but, I've had that problem a few times now with Douyin--at least it cut out AFTER I got the goods. The files themselves are on the file share board. https://www.omorashi.org/files/file/11278-little-dragon-girl-小龙女(打不服)-2022-08-20-broadcast-via-douyin/ As for the future of this thread: anyone can browse to Douyin.com and search her two screen names to get links to her pages. Not every broadcast involves this, but, when it does, it apparently dominates the entire show, so you can enjoy a three-hour holding session and at least one, but I'm guessing normally two wettings (I'd wondered why her pants always already appeared stained in those other videos, and sometimes why her floor looked wet already; now I know why). I definitely recommend tuning in if you have the time, if you can catch her live--it's a lot of fun going along for the ride. And if you have the means, record them and share (maybe do a better job than me stuck with crappy Quicktime screen recording with lousy sound). There are other streamers that do this as well but most of them don't appear to wet; they usually just pee on the floor from under their dresses or skirts while standing--which is also hot, but I have yet to catch one of them in the act to share. You can see my rants in the other thread if you want to discover how frustrating this can be trying to catch this live. But Little Dragon Treasure Girl apparently really knows how to deliver, when she's decided this is what she's doing. What a mind-blowing experience. Keep in mind this is not a porn site she's on. In theory, this isn't meant to be sexual. I'd love to know just where she got this idea and how it is she's so cool with it. Some countries get all the luck.
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  7. 1,462 downloads

    This is an incontinence supercut of all related scenes from a 2021 Chechen movie called "Unclenching The Fists”. The movie itself is 96 minutes, so this 32 minute cut is effectively a third of the movie. There are 2 versions here, one with subtitles and another without, other than that they’re both exactly the same. If you want to understand the full story you can find the movie online, but to make this supercut make as much sense as possible a “Spoiler” explanation/breakdown of what’s happening and why can be found below along with timestamps. This movie is about an adorable young incontinent Chechen woman named “Ada”, who is very meek and shy, often hiding herself or at least her face from people for various reasons, especially since she is very self conscious about her bladder issues. She lives with her ailing and controlling father and younger brother, along with her recently returned home older brother, all while navigating life with her chronic incontinence, (for which she wears adult diapers) and potential romance with a guy she likes. (If this sounds like the exact description of Masumlar Apartmani it’s because it almost is, although being a Chechen movie and not a Turkish soap it’s actually completely different in execution) As the incontinence and romance are much of the same subplot, (also like Apartmani) some bits of the romance plot have been included to tie it all together. “Spoiler” breakdown/timestamps 00:00 Movie title/intro, cut to Ada who is standing around hiding her face when the guy she likes calls to her, they talk, he gives her a candy bar and drives off. Then her younger brother shows up and asks her if he’s treating her right etc. 02:46 Ada is handing out candy to kids at the children’s clothing shop she works at. Her crush walks in and flirts, then her older sister comes in and tells her she’s blushing and to shut up and go for it. He flirts with her more and she’s resigned/happy to go spend time with him, but is then very uncomfortable when she sees him toying with her bag with the kids, since he doesn’t understand that her diapers are in the bag. They drive around, she needs to stop and go to the bus stop to change (which he doesn’t know or understand) but he insists on driving around and having fun, she can’t get out or show her face because she has to hide from people and her controlling father because "reasons", so she stays in the back and bounces around while he spins the car in circles. 08:55 Ada is with family at an outdoor picnic at night. After someone hands her phone back to her, she suddenly freezes and looks uncomfortable because she just wet herself. She goes to get changed, her father asks where she’s going and she pats her bag to indicate she’s changing into the diaper in it, then walks off. She’s finishes changing and sees her brother has come to find her and bring her home. 11:30 Ada and her brother are putting their ailing father down to rest, her brother is looking for a key when Ada asks why don’t they just leave? She tries to hide the key in her mouth but her brother wrestles it back from her, likely causing her to wet herself, she then gets very upset and starts to have a breakdown. As her brother tries to use the key in a neighbors door so he can use their phone, Ada tells him "I still pee myself like a baby” and pulls down her pants showing her brother her diaper. He feels bad and tries to pull her pants up but she fights him and pulls them down and runs off crying until her brother hugs her and she cries some more. 14:56 Ada is closing up the children’s clothing shop for the day when her crush/guy friend shows up and flirts with her more. She talks about people she’s hiding from and is worried about who’s outside. He flirts with her more and they start comparing scars. He has mild injury scars, she has scars from a terrorist bombing when she was young. (Likely the cause of her incontinence) He starts kissing her and pulls her pants down exposing her diaper, then slowly takes the diaper off and they start to have awkward first time sex. After a minute or so she tells him to hurry up, worried that she’ll have an accident. After another minute or so she does and audibly wets herself. (And on him). He tells her it’s fine and it was an old shirt that she peed on anyway, but she’s very embarrassed and runs off humiliated locking him in, then drives away with her family who just pulled up in a car. 23:00 After some vehicular issues her brother gets out of the car and carries their ailing father off. Ada looks around to see the coast is clear, takes a diaper from her bag, and starts to change in her seat while clearly upset. 24:08 Ada runs back to her shop and unlocks it, her guy friend gets out like “I thought you wouldn’t come back for me”, then takes her to hang out with his friends. 24:40 Cut to people fucking in a car, but it’s a fake out, pan to Ada watching sheepishly from another car. She talks to her crush about moving in with him. He goes swimming and after a while she gets in the water and talks to him. 29:20 Her brother and her have taken their controlling/ailing father to a more permanent hospital. Her brother tells her to change and they’ll be out. Supposedly without her controlling father who was paranoid of something happening to her, even in a hospital with an operation like how his wife died (who was in far worse shape apparently), Ada might be able to get surgery for her issues. She drives off with her brother supposedly to go to a hospital over a border now that she has her ID/passport back from her father. A wedding party drives past them. As they drive off on the bike, Ada (somewhat optimistically) drops her diaper bag on the road as if to say she won’t be needing it anymore. Movie ends.
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  8. New art, I finally finished up the three requests. The requests from @NoteworthyAnon, @Yawnoslomand @Hankjones1738! Now that wraps up the requests. Sorry it took a little bit longer than usual but it is what it is. For Yawnoslom's request I decided to do two outfits/variations just because the particular model has a built-in option to change the outfit, was really quick and easy to do. I will now be closing requests. I hope you all enjoyed the art, I sure enjoyed making most of them. Not all the ideas exactly interested me, but it atleast got me doing some stuff I wouldn't normally do. Anyways, the main reason I made the requests a limited time thing is because I wanted to focus more on making stuff I personally want to make, stuff I'd want to see myself. I'm glad I was able to maybe help some people out by making some stuff they'd like to see, but I also want to be able to make stuff for myself. So anyways, I'm still working on that interesting and ambitious project. I had to delay it because I was really busy and under a lot of stress that I had no time to work on it, but things should be all cool now. Expect it probably by the end of the week.
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  9. POV video of a girl sitting on the bathroom floor wetting he panties. Found on Reddit. Enjoy... AccomplishedProfuseFunnelweaverspider-mobile.mp4
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  10. 1,440 downloads

    A very cute green haired girls wets her pants and talks to the camera ☺️
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  11. For those of us who like to wet our snow pants, does anyone thing these yellow snowbibs would help hide any yellow stains better than other colors?
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  12. 473 downloads

    It was a lazy sunny Sunday morning and I was lazying around in bed, horny with a full bladder, and I was in the mood to soak some panties. And so I decided to go for it! Since I first tried it, one of the positions that I most love to pee in is on my back with my legs up. Ughhh it feels so slutty and good as the pee momentarily fills my panties and then rolls down over my asshole. It's like the opposite of how you are supposed to pee, I fucking love it. Imagine me making that face/noise that Homer Simpson makes with doughnuts, that's me when I think about peeing my panties in this position. Aaaanyways, on this particular Sunday, I decided to go with a little blue g string thong since it is pretty rare for me as far as panty choices go, but I was just in that kinda mood. Then ! grabbed a couple towels and a pink pillow that I thought needed to be peed on, and as the saying goes... the rest is... hot wet pee action! Enjoy!
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    IT WAS ANOTHER NORMAL MORNING AND I NEEDED TO PEE AGAIN. My bed has already been wet 20 times so no problem. I let the pee flow into my sexy panties and made a huge yellow puddle!!! ENJOY IT!!
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  14. Some guys get a liiiiittle bit hard when they're holding and that is adorable too 🥰
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  15. 3,210 downloads

    I had to pee pretty bad when I woke up so I just… did. This is my first video
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  16. I think this probably depends more on the individual than anything else... One thing, though: Was the supervisor a man or a woman, or were there multiple? If it was just a guy that could explain why the guys were more comfortable asking to go. I've taken some long exams like that, but when I was in school you actually couldn't leave the room until everyone had finished since they never had a supervisor to go with you like in your story. People were always pretty uncomfortable by the end.
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  17. Hi! Allow me to address this one directly mainly because this actually mainly concerns me. I cannot speak as to the UI of the site, maybe there's some merit to having a space to look at them, but the transparency will stay essentially exactly how it is. I can explain how it works however, because I handle the vast majority of it. Its a good chunk of my time, to be perfectly honest. The queue, I must state firstly so that what I'm about to say sinks in, gets pretty massive. Hundreds of posts massive. This is a far bigger site than most people give it credit for, hundreds of thousands of accounts and millions of unique visitors. Obviously not all of them are posting, but it piles up. There are lots of posts to be vetted. These posts come from people in the new member category. Once your first seven posts are approved, you're golden unless we put you back on mod queue for being naughty and now you need to be babysat by Mama Kozmo. A lot of people are babysat by Mama Kozmo. All of these posts are vetted by the human eye. Mine, the majority of the time. It needs to be this way; the entire purpose of this system is to weed out spammers, creeps, bots, angry camgirls looking to guerrilla advertise, the list goes on. Some of these can be caught with automated systems, others not so much. A good eye needs to see these things, and after awhile its just like that one guy in the matrix says. You stop seeing posts, and you start specifically seeing the signs. Your eyes flick around looking for things like character ages in fictions, anything involving other people or public things or unowned property, the list goes on. Creepy people have patterns and you recognize them after years of this. The actual FUNCTION of the queue is very yes/no/maybe. I have several buttons at my disposal. I have the big green approve button, which does exactly what you think it does. I have the big red delete button, which also does exactly what you think it does. There are two more buttons; hide and skip. I use Hide to hide a post from public view but NOT delete it. Normally we go straight to delete, things that aren't touching the public have no need of taking up server space, but there are instances where something is particularly egregious and we need to keep it up to deal with it in other manners as well. Skip is for when I'm genuinely straight up 100% on the fence about a post and I want Kyuu to see it and make the call instead, or if I want to leave a post in the queue that I find REALLY FUNNY like, I dunno, random spams of Simpsons vore, I am absolutely leaving that in the queue for Kyuu or Ashi to accidentally stumble upon. Assuming I explained that enough, I'm going to draw a few lines in the sand for the public to see. Some of them might make some people mad, and they can stay mad this is my job not theirs, but hopefully it can be seen where I'm coming from on these things. Out of the gate, the day you make me explain on each individual rejection why I rejected it is the day I resign. I am 100% completely serious. Any I know the tinfoils out there are going "CENSORSHIP!!! YOU'RE HIDING SOMETHING!!" but no, its because it simply will take far, far too long. The queue would require its own entire team of people, because like I said initially, we get HUNDREDS of these posts. It doesn't have its own unique team of people, it has me. Here's where I start saying the spicy bit. It does not need more than me, and we are wholly of the belief the system does not require what you are asking of it, nor should it. The approval queue system isn't going to be getting a team full of people alongside me just so it can be typed in "Sorry octopus_slutlord34, we do not allow pikachu guro as stated in--". That is just not happening. Ever. Again, I will quit when it does. I'm not doing it. This can be possibly be recontextualized by pointing out that the approval/denial rate is probably far off from what you'd expect. It could honestly be in the ballpark of 50/50 some days, and that's no joke. On top of the bots and spammers, some people have just obviously never posted on a forum before. I genuinely hate to say it, but the vast majority of the posts in the queue are dumb. I'm not levying an attack at you with that, I just want you to know that the posts your post is surrounded by in that queue, are definitely not posts made by your intellectual peers. The next guy in the queue is a guy necroing a 10 year old thread about memes to talk about how much his wifes crotch stinks, with photo evidence. I bet you hope that's a joke; I pulled that one from memory. If the point I'm trying to make isn't seeping in at this point I don't know what will. This is getting to be a long post but I don't get the opportunity to talk about just what I do and how much I do around here so I'm excited so sorry for hijacking your post a little with an insanely long answer. But furthermore, it could be easy to overestimate how much time is spent on one of your posts. I can click delete after reading 2 or 3 words without so much as knowing a characters name, if they're the right three buzzwords. I do not come to your post in the queue to have a deep ponder on it and type up a reflection, I spend a moment with it and I make my judgement. The post is skimmed, and if a thing jumps out about it, it can be deleted and we're immediately onto the next post. There's hundreds. There's no time for more than that, and to be perfectly and straight up honest; that's not a matter of neglect. It really is all that is required. Like I said, after years you very much develop systems and a sense for things and at this point I think all of our staff have acquired said sense. Spend years skimming hundreds of low quality omo-org posts a day and you'll pick out the bad apples at lightspeed too, you know? But that does not mean the process is fast. Again, hundreds. This is actually why I am the one doing this so often to a degree, I'm very autistic (no, really) and my very very specfic thing is I can read really really fast. As a result, I am able to go through the whole 100+ queue while giving it its due diligence. BUT, make me have to stop on half of those low quality posts and type out the worlds most obvious reason every single time, would absolutely neuter mine and any other staff members pace at this work, for essentially no gain. Again, Little Timmy doesn't need an explanation on why his simpsons vore was rejected. In fact, omorashi.org is a privately owned site; we in the staff team firmly believe absolutely nobody is entitled to a letter of explanation as to why something can't be up on our site. Nobody is owed it by default. However, as mean and angry as I made that sound, that doesn't mean we won't tell you if you reasonably ask, ESPECIALLY if you go through some minor effort to help me recall which post it was; again, it was one of hundreds. You send in a ticket asking "where did my post go?" and at a glance not only do I not know what post you're talking about, I don't even know who you are, you're the 400th member name I've seen TODAY. But, if you go, "Hi I had the post up about the whatchamahoosits in the dinkleberg" and I might remember "Oh yeah! Sorry I'm unsure if you were aware but in that show rosemary whatchamahoosits is underage, if you aged her up and specified shes 18 with a minor edit and reposted it'd be fine." But that's the exception to the rule for members that are reasonable and think to just ask in our ticket system, and would be absolute chaos to try and make the default. Now, I realized I just offered a buttload of context without offering any real solutions, so let me fix that. Most of this stuff ends up silently deferred to me simply by default, so I will tell you what I expect of you as a member when I delete your post. This is what goes through my mind as to what you should be doing or thinking. - Read the guidelines and mull over the post. That is the main thing I want people to do. I also handle a lot of the warnings and bans on the site, but I try not to give them out to people in queue in favor of simply deleting the post and going to the rules and guidelines to become more familiar with them and hopefully not do it again. - If you can't see a way that applies, think to yourself if you violated general forum etiquette. The most common form of this is necroing, if a post in the queue is going into a thread that's had no activity in months, I don't care what the post is, unless its TRULY thread revival material I'm binning it. No self respecting forum allows that. Beyond that, were you trying to advertise something? Did something you say in the post come off like it could be creepy or offensive to another member? - If all else fails, ask me! It could have been a mistake! As much as I'm a complete whackjob who goes into manic phases declaring herself God Queen of Everything, I am in fact prone to human error sometimes. With hundreds upon hundreds of posts, sometimes my hand will slip. Maybe I missed. Maybe I was just having a bad day and didn't give your post the due diligence it deserves. Theyre valid concerns to have, and if you're patient with me and are efficient in actually allowing me to recall whichever post it was, I'll gladly help you!! - More of a footnote, if you're writing a fiction or something and its an edge case, and you're unsure it will stay up, save a copy. I'm serious. We don't keep it. If its deleted its gone and if you write to us upset that was your only copy of the fiction, I'm sorry but its genuinely not our problem. Save your stuff, folks. HOPEFULLY that massive amount of text helps contextualize the approval system and how I as the proverbial Thunderball use it. I apologize you're not going to get the kind of transparency you asked for, hopefully this explanation serves to be better transparency in its place!!
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  18. And here we are! It was fun to read through all of your thoughts but @Who Cares? was the only one who got it right! Desperate times call for desperate measures! Also, recently there have been quite a few people on this thread and in my DMs asking me about my workflow. Because of this I thought it could be a fun idea to try and do a livestream one day, where you guys can watch me work, see how these illustrations come to life and chat with me in the meantime, in the hopes that I can teach you something! What do you all think? Would you be interested in this? Please let me know, if I see that there's interest I'll try to organize something fun in the upcoming weeks 😉
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  19. DLF55-07

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    DLF55-07 - True public wetting the pantie! 2 Downtown edition Enjoy
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  20. Tampa to New York

    Back with another story for you guys. This one will also be in parts, so keep an eye out in the coming days. As always, enjoy! Tampa to New York Part 1 I’ve never been a fan of air travel. But then again, who is? Spending hours cramped together in a compartment full of people is hardly anyone’s idea of fun. I had no reason to believe that today would be any different, so as I made my way through the airport towards the gate to board my flight, I was bracing myself for the miserable few hours ahead. But little did I know of the exciting events that were about to unfold on this journey. I was on my way back to New York from Tampa, where I had arrived four days prior to attend a business conference which had stretched across the past few days. The conference itself had been nothing of note, consisting merely of countless boring meetings and many pointless meet-and-greets with people I would likely never see again. But as one of the regional managers of the New York branch, I, Amy Winston, had to make a good impression, so for the past four days, I had smiled and shook hands, talked and rubbed elbows. Today had been the final day, with a few group activities sprinkled in the morning along with one final meeting with everyone which had started at noon. It was only supposed to last one hour, which would’ve given me plenty of time to head over to the airport for my 3PM flight back to New York. But of course, the non-stop speeches from all the company executives had dragged the meeting well past its scheduled end point, and it was two hours past noon by the time we were set free at last. Left with only one hour to catch my flight, I’d had to rush back to my hotel to gather my things before hurrying back out to catch a cab to the Tampa International Airport. I was already stressed enough at the possibility of missing my plane, but to make things even worse, I was dying to use the toilet. Due to the hectic event-filled schedule, I’d had no opportunity to excuse myself to the ladies’ room, and with all the copious amounts of coffee and tea I had consumed, my bladder was full to bursting as I made my way to the airport. Finding a bathroom became my highest priority as I sat anxiously in the back seat of the taxi, squirming within the confines of my black business suit and tight skirt. When I finally arrived at the airport, I looked around for any sign of the restrooms, but none were to be found anywhere near the entrance. With just twenty minutes left to get to my flight, I realized I’d have no time to go looking for one, so I gritted my teeth as I hurried to get checked in and drop off my luggage. Of course, the check-in line was longer than ever, and the employees were taking their sweet time with each person. I waited impatiently, getting increasingly nervous as the clock ticked on closer to my flight departure time. My full bladder wasn’t making the wait any easier. It was impossible to stand still as the security agents patted me down. Somehow, I made it without making a total fool of myself, and I was finally free to hurry off towards my gate, and just in time, too; the plane was due to leave in ten minutes. It seemed there would be just enough time to use the airport restroom before boarding. I walked quickly down the corridor towards my gate, eager to get to a toilet so that I could finally relieve the pressure that I’d been enduring for the past few hours. Once I got close, I saw that boarding had begun; a long line stretched out past the gate as people slowly made their way onto the plane. Given the size of the crowd, I would have plenty of time to use the bathroom and come back. Even better, it took me no time at all to spot the restrooms located just twenty feet away to my right. I strode towards the ladies’ room, still walking quickly because my bladder was now painfully full, and I didn’t want to endure it any longer. My happiness of finding a bathroom were very short lived, however. I approached the bathroom, only to find out it had been closed for cleaning. I even pushed on the door out of a faint hope it might be unlocked, but was met with stubborn resistance, much to my frustration. I glared at the “Sorry for the inconvenience” scribbled on the note taped to the door, not feeling particularly forgiving. Of all the times, of course they had to clean it now. There were no other bathrooms nearby, and with the line to the plane starting to wind down, I didn’t want to risk walking too far off to look for one. With no other choice, I headed back to the gate where I joined the back of the line, gritting my teeth as I tried not to dance in place out of desperation. God, I had to pee. I’d just have to hold on until I got on the plane.
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  21. videos that I found on youtube is not allowed to pass the channel y2mate.com - Diaper poop 1_1080p.mp4 Diaper Poop (1).mp4 y2mate.com - Butt Jiggle Diapered_1080p.mp4 Panty poop.mp4 A Good Diaper Poop.mp4 Diaper Poop.mp4 y2mate.com - Big Panty Poop_1080pFHR.mp4
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  22. Feel free to delete if it’s not ok to post but they posted the whole video on their Twitter. need an account to see it unless someone can rip it. https://twitter.com/ripandbustys/status/1559759642284232704?s=20&t=VnOVzJF3HPpi-2DusTICag
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  23. View File TAM TAM SOUTH Desperate Drive An old video of TAM TAM SOUTH driving around while holding her pee for as long as she can before pulling over to get some much needed relief. I've looked on here to see if this was already uploaded or not but I couldn't find it so MABYE this is new to Omo.org. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 08/22/2022 Category Female  
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  25. It's all about two main concepts for me: the sensation and the naughtiness of it. Feeling the wet warmth blossoming out from your crotch can be almost orgasmic. And there is so much variety of sensation, depending on what you're wearing, from jeans to ski pants to leggings/pantyhose. Every material gives a different sensation. The change in the sensation too is very enjoyable, from the hot first flush to the cool dampness that follows. Then there is the naughtiness of doing something you're conditioned not to do. Whether it's secretive wetting so no one around you knows or indulging in private, ignoring the toilet and flooding your pants is a wonderful, harmless rebellion against social norms ... and it brings a wonderful sensation. Embarrassment, shame and exhibitionism are not part of my fetish but I understand why they are powerful forces for others. Having said that, I do get a kick out of walking past my wife with a big, clearly visible wet spot after a lovemaking session that ends with her making me explode in my pants. I wouldn't call it a feeling of embarrassment but there is something wonderful about surrendering all your defences and openly showing yourself as having made a sticky mess all over your undies. My wife certainly seems to like it! If we reach a point where she knows about my fetish and pee play becomes an option, I wonder if a similar walk in pee-soaked pants would have the same effect.
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  26. So I see a lot of stories on here about faking bedwetting and tbh, it's a pretty hot scenario in a fetish story setting, but in real life it's not at all like that. I also want to say upfront that this all genuinely happened and I'm going to do my best to present it in an honest way rather than fetishizing it because I read so many posts online (not even necessarily on this forum) that are clearly not true stories and just exist as "fap-bait," and I don't want this to be lumped in with that. I, like many people on this forum, have always had an interest in peeing and diapers, and I really can't pinpoint its origin. Funnily enough, apparently I was a little late to potty train because I just basically refused to do it. I have no memories of this so I don't know if it's because I liked diapers or something else. When I was 7-8 I started getting into reading ABDL stories, I never cleared my search history, so it's truly amazing I was never caught. I eventually stumbled upon the concept of faking bedwetting to get diapers, which planted that seed into my mind. I didn't have the courage to do it though for a long time, but as I started to go through puberty and discover the sexual side of my fetish, my desire to know what diapers were like grew. I had absolutely no way to get diapers on my own, no money, no transportation, and none of that was within my sight. Many people can probably relate to how when you're a child, adulthood feels like an eternity away, I couldn't fathom waiting that long. So when I was 11, I finally decided to commit to faking wetting the bed. This really only was feasible because I have loving parents that I knew wouldn't punish me or get mad with me, which is all the more reason why I feel guilty for basically using them. I got into a routine of chugging water before bed and peeing sometimes before I fell asleep or when my bladder woke me in the night (truly I had no chance of inducing bedwetting, I'm actually a pretty light sleeper). It was often quite uncomfortable, I was cold and wet all night and had to try to avoid the wet areas of the bed to try to fall back asleep. My mom was kind, but also understandably concerned. We got into a routine of her waking me up in the morning and asking if I was dry. It was really nerve-racking and embarrassing every time, and it really made me rethink my plan, but I was already in so deep. Along the way, my mom also tried waking me up at various times in the night. I'd sometimes wet before she woke me, which would prompt her to wake me up even earlier. I think she was trying to get it down to an exact science of what hour in the night I wet. But when she woke me up earlier, I'd just hold my pee and wait till later to pee. This wasn't sustainable for either my mom or I, so after a while she stopped trying. Eventually my mom brought it up with our pediatrician during my regular checkup. She had me try DDAVP. To be honest, I knew of this medication from research, but I had really hoped it wouldn't be used because I felt like it would be even more suspicious and worrying to my parents if I continued wetting while taking it. So I decided to stop wetting the bed for a while. 1-2 months passed and I thought about whether this should be the end forever, or whether I should commit to doing it again. But I started to fall into a sunk cost fallacy, if I went through all this embarrassment for this long without actually getting diapers, what was the point? So I started wetting again. This really perplexed my mom, she thought the medication had worked and that was that. Her next step was to get me a washable bed cover. I remember the conversation I had with her about it; at the end she said "it could be worse." I had a feeling I knew what she meant, but I wanted to hear her say it so I tried my best to act like a distraught kid who couldn't see how things could get worse and asked her "how?" She replied "well, I could get you pull-ups." We both "agreed" that that would be worse. The mattress pad really worried me because I thought that might be the end of my plan. My mom thinks I don't want to wear pull-ups, she's protected my bed, that could be it. But to try to press things further, I noticed that the pad didn't cover my whole bed, so I'd often position myself to wet off the pad so that the sheets still needed to be washed. I think all this laundry became too much for my mom once she started going back to school to become a teacher. Finally one night she sat me down in her bedroom and said something along the lines of "I know this must be really embarrassing for you, and you can't help it, but it must be really uncomfortable waking up cold and soaking wet every morning. I think it would be better if you wore these." She then proceeded to pull out a package of generic overnight pull-ups, I think they were called Sleepovers. I couldn't believe it, it had been around a year since I started my plan, and finally I had gotten what I wanted. It was also bizarre the way she presented them, it sounded just like the fetish stories I'd been reading the way she argued that it'd be better to not wake up cold. I wonder if she researched online how to convince an older child to wear pull-ups. I had to quickly compose myself and say in an embarassed/upset tone "moooom." My mom did sort of give me an option whether to wear them or not, but I just pretended to agree with her logic and agreed to try them out. I have always wondered what she would have done if I'd said no, but no way was I going to risk losing this opportunity to wear pull-ups. The first time I wore diapers (pull-ups I guess) was magical, it was everything I wanted it to be: soft, bulky, a little crinkly. They were generic white pull-ups with no designs, so it felt even more diaperish. I kept smiling, then panicking that my mom might come in and see me, so I had to try to keep a straight face. Wetting it the first time was an equally magical experience. Eventually my mom started getting me Goodnites. She stored them in her closet to prevent any of my friends from discovering them in my room, and I'd have to tell her when I was running low. I always went to get a pull-up myself because my mom didn't want to embarrass me any further by handing them out to me. Being alone in my room wearing a wet pull-up was the highlight of my fake bedwetting experience, but everything else sucked and made it not really worth it. I had to wear them at my grandfather's house when we visited that Christmas, which was super embarrassing. Usually my sister and I slept in the same room, but this time my dad was with me to try to prevent her from discovering. I knew that she knew at this point because she'd spotted my bed pad, and recognized it because one of her friends had one. The last doctor's appointment I had before I decided to stop was with an actual specialist, a urologist. It was one of the most embarrassing experiences of my life. This doctor was an asshole and I swear he was on some weird power trip. At the end of the appointment he asked me why I was there and I said "because I have accidents." Apparently that wasn't good enough, he wanted me to actually say that I "wet the bed" out loud, and gave this whole speech about taking responsibility and essentially just told me "try harder." I wasn't even an actual bedwetter and this was a traumatizing experience, imagine how actual bedwetters that go to him must feel, I can't believe he's an actual doctor. The last straw for me was when I found out my family was moving out of the country. I was going to an international school where we'd have these annual week-long field trips, and I didn't want bedwetting to get into the way of those experiences. Plus I was kinda done dealing with the embarrassment of confronting doctors and my parents over this issue that wasn't even a real issue. I also started to have more guilt over the worry I'd put on my parents and the money I'd forced them to waste. I stopped cold turkey and we never talked about it again. I was 13 at the time. Actually I did do one last stupid and embarrassing thing. I took 2 Goodnites before I stopped and stored them in the side of my bed against the wall to use for fun at some point. I completely forgot about them and when we were clearing out my room during the move my dad found them. He said "what the......" and I just interjected "whoa, how did those get there" and immediately threw them away, and we never talked about it. I have no idea what my dad thought, did he think I stole them in case I started wetting again? That I accidentally lost some at some point? It makes me shudder to think about it today, but I guess many ABDL's have close calls like that. You can skip to here if you just want to here my thoughts on the experience rather than get the whole story I honestly forgot about this whole experience for a bit because of the craziness of the move and the culture shock of living in a different country. But the older I get, the more I regret it. I'm 22 now btw. I put my parents through so much, my mom must've thought I had some bladder disease or something at least for portions of the time. They also cared about me and worried about the psychological effect it was having since I couldn't go to sleepovers anymore, when in fact, I was doing great. Also, it was so weird to get my parents involved in my fetish in that way. My parents will never know the truth of why I wet the bed, and that kinda haunts me and makes me feel weird for some reason. Sure, there's plenty of secrets I have that they'll never know, but this is one that affected them quite a bit. I worry that in the future, my kids will actually wet the bed, and their grandparents will tell them about how I wet the bed, perpetuating the lie. That's really the thing that scares me I think, I have to keep living this lie forever. Anytime my mom brings up the fact that I used to wet the bed to someone, another person is implicated in my lie. It also kinda scares me that I had this level of dishonesty and manipulative ability at such a young age. I try not to read into it in that way because I know it basically just boils down to, I was young, desperate, and horny. I also look back and think how crazy and dangerous it was that I was taking a prescription medication I had no actual medical need for. Not to mention the medical expenses my family was racking up due to this. We were pretty well-off, my dad had a very good job, so we could afford it, but it doesn't change the fact that it was wasted money. To anyone that is thinking about faking bedwetting, first of all, you're a little young to be on this forum, but I get it, I was here at your age too. But more importantly, don't do it, I promise you'll regret it. You'll be 18 in the blink of an eye, maybe you'll even be luckier that me and get some independence before that to buy your own diapers. Getting to wear the Goodnites was great I'm not going to lie, but all the circumstances surrounding and leading up to that point are not worth it. I'm curious if anyone else has experiences faking bedwetting? How long did you do it and do you regret it?
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  27. My ex was a nurse and we had a lot of fun after she got off work with a full bladder. Black scrubs don't hide the pee as well as you'd think 😉
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  28. Your decision has been made: you are going view Siren’s Biometric Bladder Data. Only time will tell if this was the right choice. You decide to access the biometrics of Siren. Knowing just how badly she needs to go could be useful, and you have to admit you are at least a little curious. You quickly down the glass of water, then wait for the computer to unlock. Just like the last time you were in one of these rooms, the transparent pillar slides into the roof to make the contents accessible. The computer has six buttons with your codenames on them, and it appears to be touch-controlled like many of the other screens in this facility. You press Nyssa’s button. Biometric Data - 2 Subject: Siren Subject Name: Nyssa Levine Current Urine Retained: 989ml Urinary Limit Threshold: 950ml Lapointe-Cooper stage: 4/5 That didn’t exactly seem great. Whatever “Urinary Limit Threshold” meant, you definitely got the sense it wasn’t something you wanted to be above in this game. You weren’t quite sure whether these numbers meant Siren, or Nyssa as was apparently her real name, had a large bladder. It’s not like you’d ever measured your own pee. One liter did sound like a lot, though. As you keep examining the numbers, that 4/5 was looking pretty promising, perhaps it meant she still had a bit of time before she’d wet herself? Though you still had no idea what a Lapointe-Cooper was. On the bottom of the screen is a button which reads “General information”. You figure it will help you in interpreting the data, and so you press it. General Information Urinary Increase over time The amount of urine that gathers in the bladder over a period of time varies by person, and circumstance. For the participants of the DP game, a rough estimate would be about 20ml per 10 minutes. This number can increase as high as about 60ml per 10 minutes when a participant is dosed with a sufficiently high amount of diuretic. Urinary Limit Threshold The point where a person’s bladder is full enough that they risk wetting themselves. At this point, physical and mental holding capacity starts to weaken over time, eventually resulting in a wetting. However, hitting the limit threshold is does not always mean a person will immediately wet themselves. A person’s exact limit threshold can change depending on circumstances. The Lapointe-Cooper Scale of Urinary Urge The Lapointe-Cooper scale was developed as an attempt to accurately measure urinary urge. Unlike more traditional measurements such as ml contained in the bladder, it instead relies on the subjective reports of individuals who feel the urge to urinate. Note that wetting may occur at any point during this scale, its purpose is to measure urge which does not always align with a person’s longer-term ability to hold. For instance, a person at stage 2 could feasibly wet themselves if they were shocked or frightened. Similarly, a person with a weaker bladder may consistently wet themselves before they even reach stage 5. 1: Subject feels no urge 2: Subject feels occasional urge 3: Subject feels constant urge 4: Subject feels constant urge or occasional urge, and occasionally needs to apply additional effort to avoid wetting 5: Subject feels constant urge, and constantly needs to apply additional effort to avoid wetting Well, that explains what the Lapointe-Cooper scale was, at least. It seemed Siren was at a risk of wetting herself soon despite being a 4/5, if this information was trustworthy. After considering the information you’ve seen, you realize you’ll probably have to wait in here for a while. You don’t have a watch or anything, but the machine voice had said this game would last for 20 minutes. Nobody to talk to. Just you and your bladder. You’ve never been so thankful for your big bladder as you are in this situation. It’s pretty rare for a person to rely on their bladder strength to get out of some kind of sadistic game, after all. If it got you out of this mess, you’d have to treat it well in the future. How do you even treat a bladder well, anyway? Make sure you pee on time, maybe. Your mind wanders. You wonder what everyone else is doing. Your own bladder is already driving you a little nuts, isolated like this. Can’t be any easier for the rest. For some reason, you get a mental image of Siren just dropping all inhibitions and squatting in a corner after being locked in a room like this. Just blasting the floor. Oop, bad thought. Your hand rushes between your legs, and you give yourself a squeeze. If you keep going like this, you’re actually going to leak. You decide to check the biometrics again. Taking your mind of your bladder by checking someone else’s is not exactly your first choice, but this is a literal white room. There is barely anything in here to take your mind of anything. Biometric Data - 2 Subject: Siren Subject Name: Nyssa Levine Current Urine Retained: 1001ml Urinary Limit Threshold: 950ml Lapointe-Cooper stage: 4/5 The data updated. You suppose that confirms that this facility has some way to keep track of each of your bladders over time, unless this machine is just bullshitting you. Also, seems like she just passed the one-liter mark. You wince in pain, partially because of your own bladder, but mostly as sympathy for Siren. You really hope she doesn’t wet herself before the next DP round even begins. The detailed surveillance is definitely making you uneasy. What is this DP game, exactly? Is it like Rocker said, some kind of entertainment for rich perverts? It’s possible, you suppose, but it feels off. The warehouse, the white rooms and the containers are all kind of… plain looking. But the machinery and contraptions, especially in the white rooms, must have required a lot of planning and resources to set up. The washed-out interiors don’t really make it feel like you’re being put on show, and all of the extra effort seems a bit superfluous if that’s the case. It feels more like some kind of twisted experiment, which could explain why your biometrics are being tracked. But if that’s the case, all this pee stuff just seems strange. You know there were psychological experiments carried out based on the prisoner’s dilemma, but this all seems like a lot of money and massive ethics violations to study… what exactly? If this was an experiment to test some kind of biological weapon or a cure for cancer or something you could understand why this kind of setup might be worth all the risk and resources. But pee? You couldn’t see how this could yield anything that would make it all worth it. … You’re not getting anywhere with this. For now, focus on anything that might help you get out of here and… not peeing yourself. The information game has now concluded. Biometric data is no longer available. Doors will open shortly, and the third round of the DP game will begin. How many rounds were there going to be, anyway? The rules had been suspiciously vague on that part. A minute or two passes, and you start to feel a little annoyed that you’re not being let out the white room immediately. The previous game didn’t have this kind of wait. Some people are bursting here, hurry it up! Just as you are thinking that, the door opens. You exit. As you enter into the warehouse, you realize only Nemean, Siren and you are here. Where did everyone else go? Siren seems too desperate to even notice, but the question seems to be on Nemean’s mind as well. Before you have a chance to voice it, the synthesized voice returns. “Round 3 of the DP game will now begin. This round, voting matchups are not known in advance. Participants Mime, Rocker, and Orca have already entered their respective voting rooms. Voting will close in 10 minutes.” Nemean rushes over to the rules screen, probably to confirm the matchups. You help Siren over as well, as she needs to walk pretty slowly at this point. Current DP and matchups Room 1 - Nemean [2 DP] versus ??? Room 2 - Chatty [4 DP] versus ??? Room 3 - Siren [3 DP] versus ??? “Damn. It seems the other three were let out early and asked to enter the voting rooms before we came into the warehouse.” Siren has a worried expression as she looks at the screen with her hands buried between her legs. “Don’t worry, Siren. You’ll either be matched against Mime, Orca or Rocker. You just need to vote “Ally”, and the two of us can use the bathroom together after this round.” Nemean has a serious look about him. “Actually, I think Siren should vote “Betray”.” You look at him sternly. “Explain.” “I spoke with Mime at the end of the last round. He’s getting close to the end of his rope as well. Me, Rocker and him were discussing a plan to allow him to betray his voting partner and get to 4 DP when Siren does, assuming he matches up against someone who’s not about to wet themselves.” “In that case, he definitely wouldn’t vote “Betray” now. If he’s matched up against me or you that might be fine, but there is a one on three chance he’s matched up against Siren!” “Think about it from Simon’s perspective. If he’s matched up against me or Chatty, him picking “Betray” would be the best choice for the group as a whole. If he’s matched up against you, Siren, picking betray would be a bad outcome for the group, but it still ensures he gets to use the toilet. With that in mind, isn’t is very easy for him to justify the “Betray” option?” “B-but what about Orca? T-there’s a chance I match up against her. If I betray her, she would end up with 0 DP again. There is no guarantee she can hold it for the number of rounds we would need to get her up to 5 DP.” Siren is full-on pee dancing as she says this. “I checked her biometrics in the last game. She’s been filling up, but she still has a way to go. Big bladdered, like me.” “H-how do I know you’re telling the truth? Why did you choose her in particular?” “It was between her, and Chatty. I thought I had a pretty good read on everyone else, so I just flipped a coin.” “A-All right, then what did the b-biometric say??” “I don’t remember the exact numbers, but it said her maximum capacity was 1300ml. She is currently at around 700ml.” “And how was she doing on the Lapointe-Whatever scale?” “Two out of five. For now, she’s fine.” You think for a moment. The fact that Nemean could even answer that question probably means he checked someone’s biometrics, though he could still be lying about checking Orca’s in particular. Siren remains silent, though you’re not sure if she’s thinking or just focused on staying dry. “The worst-case scenario would be if Mime betrays Siren. If he does, that would almost certainly guarantee Siren wets herself. “Why would that be the case?” “At that point, Mime would have 4. He would have enough DP to use the toilet. After he does, the DP cost for using the toilet would increase to 5 and Siren wouldn’t be able to use it even if she could last through the next round. If Siren chooses to betray, we can avoid that worst-case scenario.” “I-I see what you’re saying. I’m not sure how much longer I can last, but I’m not sure…” Siren trails off. “What is your take, Chatty? I get the sense you’ve been keeping an eye on people during the game. I’m only speaking from my own limited perspective after all. And furthermore, I don’t think I can convince Siren one way or another just by myself.” You consider Nemean’s plan. Some parts of what he said did make sense. You remember Simon telling you that he had to pee somewhat badly at the start of the game. If he didn’t have an unusually big bladder, it’s very likely he would be bursting by this point, possibly even close to wetting himself. If that was the case, wouldn’t he vote betray now that he was two DP off? Furthermore, was he telling the truth about who it was he checked in Biometrics? It seemed a little convenient that he’d choose Orca, didn’t it? Then again, if he felt certain that Siren and Simon were close to the edge, checking those were no use. Rocker wouldn’t be that good either since she’d already used the toilet. That did really just leave you and Orca. As for the plan itself, it’s true that Simon betraying Siren would be a terrible outcome. On the other hand, both of them betraying each other was almost as bad. And if Simon had chosen ally in the end anyway, betraying him would essentially guarantee he wet himself. Keeping all the potential outcomes in your head at once almost made you dizzy, but you tried your best to focus and think this through. A lot was in your hands right now, and if you got it wrong a lot of people might wet themselves, preventing them from leaving this game. You also have to take Siren’s biometrics into consideration. You know just how badly she needs to pee at this point, even if she tries to hide just how desperate she is. She’s already holding a liter, and that amount is only going to keep increasing. “All, right. Pay attention, Siren. If we play this one wrong, there is a good chance you, Mime or Orca ends up wetting themselves. For that reason, during this round of the DP game, you’re going to need to…” DECISION – What do you tell Siren? YOU SHOULD ALLY YOU SHOULD BETRAY
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  29. Thanks! I may throw these out and start over but for now I have some samples to try lol we’ll see how they go! I am excited for Monday which is bizarre. I love my weekends. We had date night last night and I had two beers with dinner. Light padding. Went shopping after and wow. I peed three times and barely made it all 3 times. My pad was soaked and swollen. I had to say yeah stop taking I have to pee. Made him stop once on the 45 minute drive home to pee. It is crazy because my entire experience was focused around my bathroom needs. Not around the experience itself. So very frustrating. I did push him to tell me his most intimate desire, what do you watch on porn? What is the one thing you’d like me to do that I’ve never done? He was embarrassed and couldn’t come up with anything. We do have an active and good sex life. I can not complain. He finds me very attractive and lets me know that at every chance he gets. I have suppressed not only this but also my bisexual side. He knows this part, I however would consider it cheating to sleep with another woman so I won’t. I am sure he would also see that as cheating so again it’s off the table. I am adventurous in my sex life and he is content for us to go on as we have. Which isn’t altogether bad. Just boring sometimes. The megamax are hiding in my closet until I think I might like to go there again. Right now I’m content with the pull ups. Friday I was feeling overwhelmed with even those but tonight I’m ready for my adventures with them tomorrow.
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  30. View File Unclenching The Fists (Incontinence Cut) This is an incontinence supercut of all related scenes from a 2021 Chechen movie called "Unclenching The Fists”. The movie itself is 96 minutes, so this 32 minute cut is effectively a third of the movie. There are 2 versions here, one with subtitles and another without, other than that they’re both exactly the same. If you want to understand the full story you can find the movie online, but to make this supercut make as much sense as possible a “Spoiler” explanation/breakdown of what’s happening and why can be found below along with timestamps. This movie is about an adorable young incontinent Chechen woman named “Ada”, who is very meek and shy, often hiding herself or at least her face from people for various reasons, especially since she is very self conscious about her bladder issues. She lives with her ailing and controlling father and younger brother, along with her recently returned home older brother, all while navigating life with her chronic incontinence, (for which she wears adult diapers) and potential romance with a guy she likes. (If this sounds like the exact description of Masumlar Apartmani it’s because it almost is, although being a Chechen movie and not a Turkish soap it’s actually completely different in execution) As the incontinence and romance are much of the same subplot, (also like Apartmani) some bits of the romance plot have been included to tie it all together. “Spoiler” breakdown/timestamps 00:00 Movie title/intro, cut to Ada who is standing around hiding her face when the guy she likes calls to her, they talk, he gives her a candy bar and drives off. Then her younger brother shows up and asks her if he’s treating her right etc. 02:46 Ada is handing out candy to kids at the children’s clothing shop she works at. Her crush walks in and flirts, then her older sister comes in and tells her she’s blushing and to shut up and go for it. He flirts with her more and she’s resigned/happy to go spend time with him, but is then very uncomfortable when she sees him toying with her bag with the kids, since he doesn’t understand that her diapers are in the bag. They drive around, she needs to stop and go to the bus stop to change (which he doesn’t know or understand) but he insists on driving around and having fun, she can’t get out or show her face because she has to hide from people and her controlling father because "reasons", so she stays in the back and bounces around while he spins the car in circles. 08:55 Ada is with family at an outdoor picnic at night. After someone hands her phone back to her, she suddenly freezes and looks uncomfortable because she just wet herself. She goes to get changed, her father asks where she’s going and she pats her bag to indicate she’s changing into the diaper in it, then walks off. She’s finishes changing and sees her brother has come to find her and bring her home. 11:30 Ada and her brother are putting their ailing father down to rest, her brother is looking for a key when Ada asks why don’t they just leave? She tries to hide the key in her mouth but her brother wrestles it back from her, likely causing her to wet herself, she then gets very upset and starts to have a breakdown. As her brother tries to use the key in a neighbors door so he can use their phone, Ada tells him "I still pee myself like a baby” and pulls down her pants showing her brother her diaper. He feels bad and tries to pull her pants up but she fights him and pulls them down and runs off crying until her brother hugs her and she cries some more. 14:56 Ada is closing up the children’s clothing shop for the day when her crush/guy friend shows up and flirts with her more. She talks about people she’s hiding from and is worried about who’s outside. He flirts with her more and they start comparing scars. He has mild injury scars, she has scars from a terrorist bombing when she was young. (Likely the cause of her incontinence) He starts kissing her and pulls her pants down exposing her diaper, then slowly takes the diaper off and they start to have awkward first time sex. After a minute or so she tells him to hurry up, worried that she’ll have an accident. After another minute or so she does and audibly wets herself. (And on him). He tells her it’s fine and it was an old shirt that she peed on anyway, but she’s very embarrassed and runs off humiliated locking him in, then drives away with her family who just pulled up in a car. 23:00 After some vehicular issues her brother gets out of the car and carries their ailing father off. Ada looks around to see the coast is clear, takes a diaper from her bag, and starts to change in her seat while clearly upset. 24:08 Ada runs back to her shop and unlocks it, her guy friend gets out like “I thought you wouldn’t come back for me”, then takes her to hang out with his friends. 24:40 Cut to people fucking in a car, but it’s a fake out, pan to Ada watching sheepishly from another car. She talks to her crush about moving in with him. He goes swimming and after a while she gets in the water and talks to him. 29:20 Her brother and her have taken their controlling/ailing father to a more permanent hospital. Her brother tells her to change and they’ll be out. Supposedly without her controlling father who was paranoid of something happening to her, even in a hospital with an operation like how his wife died (who was in far worse shape apparently), Ada might be able to get surgery for her issues. She drives off with her brother supposedly to go to a hospital over a border now that she has her ID/passport back from her father. A wedding party drives past them. As they drive off on the bike, Ada (somewhat optimistically) drops her diaper bag on the road as if to say she won’t be needing it anymore. Movie ends. Submitter DuffMan Submitted 08/21/2022 Category Female  
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  32. I also thought about wetting the bed to get back in diapers, but ended up being just a bit more direct. When I was 7 and sleeping over at my grandparents place for a week I just ask to wear a diaper to bed. I knew that they had diapers my size since some of my cousins where still wetting the bed. My grandma even offered to help me change into one (I probably declined, but I'm can't really remember anymore). I always wet them in the morning while watching cartoons in the living room and it was amazing. I even snug some out when leaving again to enjoy them at home. Not having a plan on how to throw out used diapers without my parents noticing I confessed to my mom and she was weirded out but didn't really wanted to ask questions. With 16 my family went on vacation for a week while I stayed home. I was planning on buying some diapers and enjoy them for the week. Not sure where to buy them I went to a local pharmacy. I felt very embarrassed looking around in the diaper aisle for slip diapers (they only had Tena Pants). Not being able to find them I gathered all my courage and ask an employee if they had slip diapers. She instantly replied they don't stock the shelves with them but she could fetch me a pack of Tena Slips from the stock. I was already blushing when she ask me what size I needed. That was probably one of my most embarrassing and expensive diaper purchases I ever did. I payed 36 € for a pack of Tena Slip Maxis. The week was heavenly! I was basically 24/7 for the week and enjoyed every second of it. On the day my parents came back I packed all my used diapers in trash bags and strategically placed them at the bottom of the trash can, stacking the other trash bags on top. Still having a half full pack in my closet, I just told my mom that I like to wear and wet diapers. She was surprisingly understanding and supportive. I didn't wanted to challenge that and still only wore when I had the house to myself. Maybe it is sometimes better to just state your intentions. I believe that if your parents really love you then they will respect the things that give you pleasure in life. Not sure if my story can enrich this thread or help someone in any way. I just felt like putting it out there since I had similar feelings when I was young. Sometimes I wonder what my parents would have done if I just started wetting the bed again. After reading your story I'm glad that I didn't put my parents through that.
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  33. I'm a crossdresser and love pee desperation and wetting myself. But even I regularly indulge myself in desperation games and occasionally have real accidents due to stress, nervousness, fear or just gross miscalculation on holding my pee while dressed as a man, most of my planned wettings or dare games resulting a wetting accidents happen when I'm dressed in female clothes and when in public, also presenting myself as a woman. For me, it's about hiding under a female mask when I really push the limit with desperation games. I enjoy crossdressing without wetting and desperation too. And wetting and desperation while dressed in male clothes is very satisfying also. But since I'm wearing female panties and pantyhose all the time, even under my male clothes, I'm crossdressing basically all the time anyway and can't say I wet myself totally dressed in male clothes for years now. But since only my closest friends know about my crossdressing, I can hide from everyone else who I really am, when I have a humiliating wetting accident in public, while presenting myself as a woman. For example, I wouldn't dare to hold it until I wet myself in a nightclub full of people while dressed in male clothes, but I do it often, dressed as a women, wearing a wig and full make up on my face. @DeltaFoxtrot I don't think it's more socially acceptable for a woman to have a wetting accident than a man. It's seen as a weakness and inappropriate behaviour for both genders. But men get laughed at more when it happens. Women get more sympathy from their friends. My friends saw me wet myself numerous times and know about my weak bladder and fear problem, but still make fun out of me when it happens, no matter the reason. They're not mean to me, but still I don't get much sympathy and they laugh at me and tease me when it happens.
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  34. I am pretty sure, most people on here do enjoy peeing their pants, especially the moment of relief when you let go and the warmth spreads nicely around the crotch area and your bum.😉 But do you also enjoy being wet and stay a while in your peed clothes afterwards? Or do you rather want to change as soon as the wetness starts to cool down? Or do you even enjoy letting them dry (on you) and rewet them again later? Personally, I don’t mind being wet after I peed my pants. Especially when I‘m wearing black pants and I am somewhere public the wetness feels extra naughty when nobody can see it. 😈 I recently did another evening walk, having a beer and peeing my shorts multiple times. And with the hot weather outside, the cool wetness felt actually refreshing. And I also enjoyed to rewarm them multiple times. But I wouldn’t get anything out of rewetting these shorts let’s say the next day. How about you guys? Really curious about what the majority thinks about this aspect of our kink.
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  35. So I just finally started engageing and posting on this site a few weeks ago. I had always thought reading these stories and having a full bladder to be so exciting. I have held it and peed my pants a handful of times before joining, but typically just did it at night before I got in the shower. I would usually change and wash my clothes immediately to not raise suspicion. That is until I had my accident while driving home after being rushed out of a restaurant late at night with my girlfriends because they were closing. (I did post about that story on here if any of you care to check it out 😉) I ended up trying the rapid desperation challenge and I quickly realized that I have QUITE a small bladder. My capacity is pretty low and after getting desperate time or two my bladder and pelvic muscles are absolutely worthless lol the day following that last challenge I did not drink hardly anything. mind you I do normally drink a half to a full gallon of water everyday for reasons unrelated to this. well last night I decided to do a couple golds with another girl on here and kind of forgot about it and defaulted to my usual drinking habits today. I got around 1/3 of a gallon down before I went to lunch. Now my desk at work is very close to a private bathroom that I can use whenever and as many times as I want so typically when the urge hits at all I just go. I did notice today that while doing a task I couldn’t stop right away, my desperation grew incredibly fast. I went from a 3-4/10 to a 9/10 in just a few minutes! I ended up going to my lunch break and went to get my favorite grilled chicken salad and frozen lemonade from chick fil a and I ate that in my car real quick as I had to run to the bank for work while on lunch. I finished the frozen lemonade pretty fast and then headed off to the bank. I had a slight urge maybe a 4-5/10. I made it to the bank and dropped off the deposit all without any issue. The bank is typically a 5-7 minute drive, but there just happened to be a fender bender that backed traffic up and close 2 of the 3 lanes. OF COURSE that happens today!!! as I’m sitting in traffic I feel the urge building and building quite fast. It ended up taking about 20 minutes to get back and at about the 10 minute mark I started to get concerned some. I had my thighs pressed together tightly and had my left foot bouncing down by the pedals. After I get passed the wreck I was only abou 5 minutes from work and by this point my left hand is now buried in my crotch. Im not kidding you, my bladder fills so unbelievably fast after holds. Im at a 9.5/10 at this point and I’m started to make a plan in my head about what I’m going to do if I can’t make it in. By the time I park my car I’m squeezing myself with all of my might, gritting my teeth, groaning in agony and I sit there and try to mentally psych myself up for the short walk in and then all the way to the back of the office to the bathroom. finally after building up the courage, I open the car door and climb out and stand up so gingerly and slow. I feel every bit of the pressure in my bladder shift and a small spurt came out. Typically with me once I have a slight leak it’s already too late and sure enough after taking 2 steps the flood gates just let loose and I stood there peeing full force in my leggings. My legs are soaked as the pee is just splashing all over my converse shoes and all over the ground. I stand there for a second and try to take in what I had just done. I couldn’t believe it! Ive never had a genuine accident like that where people could see me! I was mortified! thankfully the parking lot was pretty well packed but not many people outside so I don’t think many of anyone saw me. I immediately got back into the car and drove 20 minutes home in soaked leggings and shoes. I told my work I had started my period and bled through my underwear so hopefully that made things less suspicious. Which of course I got home, showered and changed and then made the 20 minute drive back and I’m sure you could’ve guess. I had to pee pretty badly again when I got back. Thankfully I made it that time 😉
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  36. Hi all I have returned from my long period of hibernation as a lurker to post something I have been writing for a while for my girlfriend based on The customer comes first, written by Mark (linked here:) While I enjoyed it I am not a massive fan of huge bladder bulges, so I wrote an alternative piece where a bunch of naked ladies with more regular sized bladders have to endure a shift with no bathroom! I hope you enjoy, feel free to post about who will wet next in the comments and who you think might make it to the end! NOTE: There is one girl who will have full bowels as well as a full bladder, my current plan for her is desperation only, but if poop desperation isn’t your thing just skip over her paragraphs! Thanks! Ellie hurriedly locked her car, cursing her late night drinking plans with her friends causing her to sleep through her alarm this morning, causing her to be late for work. To help pay for her university fees, she had taken up a job waitressing at a local pop-up bar she saw advertised online called ‘Knockers’. It was somewhat similar in appearance to Hooters, except rather than skimpy clothing the waitresses wore nothing at all. At first the idea of working hot hours naked had shocked Ellie but after meeting with the manager Monica and discussing pay ( extremely good) and rules about sexual harassment, she decided to give it a try, 3 months later she loved the pay, was much more confident with her body, not to mention enjoyed the looks she received from customers when she walked past her table. Ellie brushed her red hair out of her face as she pushed into the restaurant. ‘Sorry I’m late! I slept through my alarm-‘ Ellie began, unbuttoning her blouse as she walked, to be greeted with the sight of her colleagues gathered round Monica, the only other dressed person in the room, looking pensive. Ellie did a quick scan of the gathered faces to see who was in today. There was Olivia, the brunette with a perfectly proportioned body; Ella, a curvier brunette with a large chest with pierced nipples; Anna, a Hispanic girl with a smaller chest but a bubble butt; Hollie, a slim blonde with a nice chest and ass; Daphne, the quiet auburn haired girl who was pretty flat all over; Erika, the Chinese girl who had recently started and finally Lauren, the bubbly blond who while on the larger side, had a very impressive chest, although she wasn’t bubbly at the minute, she was biting her lip and looking at her work mates who also looked nervous. Ellie finally finished stripping and packing her clothes into her bag. While she didn’t have the biggest chest, her ass more than made up for it, being perfectly round so that it jiggled tantalisingly as she walked. ‘As I was saying before Ellie announced her arrival to us all…’ Monica said, giving a withering glance to Ellie as she did. ‘There has been a burst water pipe in the restaurant, thankfully this has only caused minor disruption to our water supply, however it does mean that the staff bathrooms are not working, and are unlikely to be fixed by the end of the day.’ Ellie’s eyes widened as she realised why all the girls were looking nervous ‘But what if we you know… need to go?’ Piped up Hollie, the girl with the notoriously small bladder, whose legs were pressed tightly together. ‘As you are aware company policy forbids you from using the customer toilets to avoid the possibility of sexual harassment inside as they are both unisex and lack cameras, therefore you are simply going to have to cross your legs and hold it.’ Monica paused as there were a chorus of gasps and starts of protests from the surrounding girls. ‘Just like you would if we had a rush I might point out. As you are aware we do weekly challenges here between the staff so as far as the customers are aware this will be just another challenge, anybody who is able to last till the end of their shift without having an accident will receive triple overtime hours.’ Monica added. This last statement led to looks of excitement from the girls, with the prospect of so much cash, however a few girls still looked nervous. It was at this moment Ellie realised she hadn’t peed before she left the house, being in such a rush, which resulted in a small pang from her bladder, causing her to cross her slender legs slightly. ‘Obviously this is a proper challenge, so there will be no leaving the building during your lunch break to pee, and if you can’t wait till the end of the shift then you will not receive overtime pay, and you’ll have to clean up your puddle, no dirtying any glasses!’ Monica finished with a daring look in her eye, before wandering off to her office, leaving the right girls stood awkwardly together. ‘Well I’m going to lose, I already need to pee!’ Said Hollie, looking down at her bladder ‘So do I, but we have no choice but to hold it I guess.’ Replied Ella, although she didn’t show any signs of worry. ‘There’s an easy way to find out here, who doesn’t need to pee?’ Asked Anna, looking round her colleagues, only Lauren raised her hand. ‘I don’t yet but when I do I will need to pee then otherwise I will just burst’ Lauren replied sheepishly, Ellie nodded, remembering covering for her friend several times as she dashed for the toilets madly. ‘Well then, try not to wet yourselves guys!’ Olivia stately cheerfully before sauntering off towards the entrance, as the first customers of the day started trickling through the door. This prompted the rest of the girls into action, Ellie, Hollie and Ella were behind the bar, while the rest of the girls were stationed out on the return to floor waiting tables. Ellie: Bladder: 55% Olivia: Bladder: 47% Anna: Bladder: 50% Hollie: Bladder: 65% Daphne: Bladder: 68% Erika: Bladder: 64% Lauren: Bladder: 59% ‘I’m really not sure how long I’m gonna last guys’ Hollie said nervously, already glancing towards the staff room door, knowing that her only source of relief is cut off. ‘Honestly me too’ Added Ella, rubbing her stomach, ‘Monica didn’t mention what to do if we needed to do more than pee did she? It’s just my Mexican food from last night isn’t sitting well…’ Ella: Bladder: 52% Bowels: 66% Ella blushed as she said this, embarrassed by sharing such candid information with her colleagues. ‘You’re definitely going to have to hold that in!’ Ellie replied with a laugh, however she did cast a worried glance over her friends. Her own bladder was pulsating slightly, the knowledge of knowing there was nowhere for her to pee making her need to go even more, but she had no choice but to hold it. Instead Ellie turned towards the expresso machine to make up the first order which had gone through the till and get on with her day, hoping to stay dry till the end of her shift. The first hour went past quickly as the initial opening rush came and went, Ellie and the other girls were kept busy making drinks and serving them, it was hot work so as much as they wanted to avoid it, all the girls were drinking regularly from their own drinks, at this point Hollie had her legs crossed at the ankles when she was stood still, while each pint Ellie poured was causing her discomfort as it reminded her of all the drinks she had the night before which were still sloshing about inside of her. Ella looked tense as she served customers at the till, but otherwise appeared okay. Daphne wandered behind the bar to collect some drinks Ellie had made for her table. ‘How are you holding up Daph?’ Ellie asked, noticing the quiet girl seemed unusually antsy. ‘I already need to pee, so I’m not sure how long I can wait, I don’t exactly have the biggest bladder.’ Daphne replied, crossing her legs as she transferred the glasses to her tray. ‘You can do it, I have faith!’ Ellie answered, though currently she wasn’t sure if *she* would make it till the end of the shift, 6PM was a long 6 hours away. Over the next half an hour Ellie saw all the other girls as they came over to the bar and took away orders. Olivia was starting to tap her foot when she was stood still, though whether that was impatience from her customers ordering too slowly or her filling bladder was anyone’s guess. Erika was walking with her legs pressed firmly together, which resulted in her taking longer to take out her orders, but did cause her ass to jut out seductively. Anna was shifting her weight from foot to foot slowly as she waited for her drinks, however once again that could simply be put down to her energetic nature rather than her need to pee. Finally, Lauren looked completely fine, encouraging the girls behind the bar whilst betraying no hint of need, seemingly holding true to her earlier statement about only becoming desperate when she is about to burst. Ellie: Bladder: 63% Olivia: Bladder: 57% Ella: Bladder: 60% Bowels: 75% Anna: Bladder: 57% Hollie: Bladder: 70% Daphne: Bladder: 76% Erika: Bladder: 74% Lauren: Bladder: 66% As the lunch rush died down and the few customers left were busy tucking into their meals, the girls started ti catch up with themselves and prepare for the afternoon ahead. It was at this point that their bladders started to catch up too, with everyone except Lauren looking uncomfortable, with Erika, Daphne and Hollie all starting to squirm around in desperation. Everyone else including Ellie had their legs crossed or pressed firmly together. Ellie was forced to pause cashing up a table and bend slightly at the waist as a sudden wave of urgency washed over her. Ellie really was beginning to doubt her ability to hold on till the end of her shift, but by the looks of things everyone was in a similar if not worse boat to her. Poor Ella was left massaging her gurgling stomach and crossing her legs tightly, while the rest of the gathered girls all did their best to not dance about. It was this point Monica glided into the bar carrying two trays, one filled with sandwiches, the other with large glasses of water. ‘Right girls here are your lunches, proper sandwich subs and big glasses of water which you need to drink all of it!’ This statement promoted a chorus of groans from the girls, catching the eyes of the few customers eating, but nobody refused. Monica quickly passed the sandwiches and drinks around, with each girl holding into her glass with a hint of trepidation in her eyes, glancing at her fellows and not quite able to bring herself to add more liquid to her rapidly filling bladder. ‘Well?’ Monica demanded with a hint of impatience in her voice. ‘Go on, drink them!’ At this point the girls up ended their glasses and started to gulp down the cool liquid inside. Immediately Daphne, Hollie and Erika started openly squirming, with the rest of the girls crossing their legs, some more tightly than others. The glasses were large and took a while to down, leading to most of the girls shifting around in place by the end of it. Just before she finished her glass, Hollie bobbed down and held herself briefly. Ellie started massaging her belly as she felt her bladder expand to accommodate all the extra liquid forced into it. She glanced down and could see a slight bulge protruding, making her look bloated. She kept her legs crossed tight as she released she was already desperate for the toilet, how was she going to last till the end of her shift, and more importantly what would she do if she did? Once they were done drinking, the girls quickly ate their sandwiches, knowing they only had a short period of time to take a break before the customers started flooding in again. More than a few of the girls glanced longingly towards the toilets but nobody dashed off towards them, however much they might want to. The door swung open again, admitting a large number of guests, they were unusually busy today, good for business and good for the girls as it helped keep their minds off their bladders, however all the walking and talking ensured that they would be forced to constantly sip away at their drinks to stay hydrated. Most of the girls were openly squirming as the effects of their drinks were starting to be felt. Hollie was having to hold herself as she poured drinks for tables, with Daphne occasionally having to stop and give herself a quick squeeze. Erika looked frantic as she shifted from foot to foot taking orders from a indecisive table of 6. Anna was slowly bobbing up and down behind the till with her legs tightly crossed, doing her best to keep her attention on the customer giving her his order. Olivia meanwhile was stood making a latte with her legs tightly crossed, but otherwise she seemed to be in control of her filling bladder. Ella was starting to look extremely uncomfortable with her legs tightly crossed and her entire body tense as she served her customers, her responses strained and short to the point of almost being rude. Ellie was seriously starting to struggle, she was having to keep her legs crossed when she was stood still and keeping her thighs pressed together as she walked. When she was asked to pour a pint out for a customer she had no choice but to start shuffling from foot to foot as the golden liquid flowed into the pint glass in her hand, mimicking exactly the action she wished so desperately to do. Ellie: Bladder: 70% Olivia: Bladder: 77% Ella: Bladder: 70% Bowels: 85% Anna: Bladder: 72% Hollie: Bladder: 78% Daphne: Bladder: 94% Erika: Bladder: 87% Lauren: Bladder: 77% Daphne shuffled up to the bar. “Ellie can you make me a- oh god!” Daphne cried, crossing her legs tightly and holding herself as Ellie started pouring another pint noisily. Ellie stopped, concerned for her friend as Daphne removed her hand which was now glistening with the spurt which had briefly escaped. “ I-I leaked! I really can’t hold it! What am I gonna do?” Daphne stammered, squirming frantically on the spot. “I don’t know Daph, you’re just gonna have to hold it, we don’t really have a choice so we?” Ellie said, wincing at the sound of water splashing into her cup. “But I can’t, it’s starting to run down my legs!” Daphne moaned, pretzeling her legs in an effort to stop the tiny streams of pee running in rivers down her legs. “I’m sorry Daph but there’s nothing I can do, I’m bursting to go too.” Ellie said, her legs also firmly crossed behind the counter. Daphne nodded, breathing deeply before collecting the drinks Ellie had poured for her before heading towards her table with slow steps and legs tightly pressed together, a motion which was increasingly becoming common with all the waitresses. Ellie turned away to make up another order, but no sooner had she read the order check she heard a squeak and the sound of water hitting the carpet. She turned over with a sense of dread to see Daphne frozen in place, her legs apart and knees turned in as she noisily emptied her bursting bladder onto the carpet. Her pent up urine gushed out of her tired crotch as Daphne slowly went bright red, in a mix of embarrassment and sheer pleasure of finally releasing her torturous cargo. Daphne went on peeing for a full minute, the carpet quickly becoming saturated and forming a small puddle, causing her pee to splash back up on her legs as her stream slowly started to petter off and finish, leaving the poor girl stood in a puddle of her own making, chest heaving with exhaustion. The sound of Daphne loudly emptying herself drew the attention of most of the restaurant, with customers straining to get a glimpse of the poor nude girl noisily using the floor as the toilet, with a couple of them clapping at the amount she must have surely been holding inside her. The serving girls all squirmed around with several girls, Hollie and Erika among them, having to hold themselves at the sound of someone finally doing what they do desperately need to do. It was at this point that Monica appeared from her office, drawn by the sounds of the commotion happening. She had a look of disappointment on her face but when she spoke she didn’t have anything harsh to say to Poor Daphne, she merely handed her a mop, some carpet cleaner and said “I guess you’re the first out, sort this out then take 10 minutes on break, then you can start drinking again.” Daphne looked shocked at the last part of her orders “What, we have to keep drinking?” Monica glanced back before adding, “Yep, I am feeling nice today so I will still give you double if you can hold it again till the end of the shift, but if you lose it again then it’s just regular pay.” She then turned and walked back to her office. The girls behind the bar glanced at each other, knowing that if they wet themselves only once they would at least get some bonus for their suffering.
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  37. I decided to have a voyeuristic evening in Leeds. I parked up at the merrion centre, it's a nice safe carpark and open 24 hours. I headed out of the Merrion centre carpark, at night the centre is closed and locked, so I turned right on to Wade Lane. I could see where someone had been ill quite recently in a side ally, but carried on down the road. At the end of the road I turned left and headed down Merrion Street. As I'm walking down Merrion Street I see a drunk man lying down on the pavement with his feet in the road trying to sleep. I turn right onto New Briggate, this street is full of takeaways, however it's a bad time for people watching. The light-waits have already headed home, and most people are still in the club's. I see a lady on the steps of a churchyard, she's wearing an amazing green dress, but she has her head in her hands trying to hide face. The reason being her partner is trying to take her picture. I head down The Headrow, in a shop doorway there is a huge puddle of piss as I carry on down the road, my diabetic alarm goes off. Although I shouldn't be, my blood sugars are low. I head back to New Briggate, outside the Grand Arcade, there is a man semi conscious on the floor. An ambulance is called it seems, his friend admitted he had taken "Spice". I leave the paramedics to sort him out and go order some food. As I'm heading back to the Merrion Centre, I see a man pissing in a corner outside the Parkside Tavern. I stand outside the Key Club and finish my burger and chips. A petite drunk girl sitting on the wall in front of me, starts throwing up, it's coming up heavy, and starts trickling down the slope towards the street. My sugar balance is still too low to legally drive home, so I stay where I am for another half hour before heading home. In that time the petite blond is sick twice more, and then falls over in the road. I see another man also being sick. Then a fight breaks out. I don't know what the fight was about but this young black lad comes at a weedy white lad from behind and knocks him out. I'm stone cold sober so wait for the police to arrive, incase they want a statement from me. Not that I could have told them much. I had thought to have a little wet fun Infront of the crowd, however I decided against it, once all the security and CCTV operators were put on high alert I didn't want any trouble with the authorities. So I headed home dry.
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  38. The camera angles, the production values, the wardrobe, the acting, the sound, the jiggling and wiggling desperation and the ultimately bursting point pay-off! Two thumbs up!
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  39. View File Tokyo Hot n1282 Japanese Uncensored Naked Pissing. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 08/22/2022 Category JAV Collections  
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  40. Yes, and it ended wet. But that was actually on purpose. Felt just too good to release some little spurts in between sets.😜 (for the record: no public gym property has been damaged)
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  41. That sounds so good and is so arousing if a girl say “I need to pee but I don’t want to go” To know that a girl is feeling a strong urge and to know that her bladder is full, is so exciting and so hot. Did the other girl tell you why she is holding it until her bladder hurts. I love that and i love the imagination that girls do that and i absolutely love it if they have to do it!
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  42. Just pointing out… The new MegaMax Air is advertised to hold 34 ounces, or exactly 1 liter, and is made in China… (though we all know it can hold way more than that!)
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  43. You should do a follow up to this where she fills up that empty cup in the middle of the theater...
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  44. Hi! I will tell you a story that happedned to me few days ago. Sorry for my english I'm trying to do my best I had to go to another town at about 2 hours form where I live for a job mission. I left home at 8h30AM then I took the bus at 9h30AM. Before taking it, I passed to the bus station bathroom and I emptied what I had in my bladder. So I took the bus and no problem, my bladder didn't alerted me nothing and I didn't think about pee. So I arrived at destination at 12AM. I was waiting for a person coming for me in car and I just feel a need to pee. No problem perfectly holdeable. Arriving a the job, before starting my work, I just asked for bathroom to empty my bladder. 3 hours after I finishd my work. My back trip was at 6h30PM and it was 5PM, they invited me to eat and I was thirsty so I drank some fruit water while eating, but watching the time it was 5h45, so I only had 45 minutes left to take the last bus to go back a home, so they drove me directly to the bus station and I just arrived in time. Arriving I feel suddenly a need to pee but no problem for that, I will go to the bathroom in the bus so I ran to the gate and go aboard. I install myself, the bus started to go and suddenly I start to check for the bathroom... Bad surprise... THIS STUPID AUTOBUS HAS NO BATHROOM for economical class and I have a 2 hours trip! I relaxed and thought no problem I can hold it... I took my phone and started to listen to music. 10 minutes after, my need to pee was growing and growing... I knew I will be soon in trouble... Fortunately I was alone and nobody was near me, I had 1 hour and an half more of trip... I was pinching my little part through my jeans hoping that will help me... I know my bladder, it have a good capacity of about 800ml, but when it's full, it's really hard for me to hold, the pain is strong and the risk is, when mother nature decide I totally loose control and can't stop the flow... To avoid a disaster of this type, I just decided to risk myself for trying a little leak... So I concentrate myself on my bladder and just tried to start to pee. Sudenly, I feel my need to pee disappeared and something warm going in my boxers, I was starting to pee in my pants! Suddenly with all the force I can I blocked the flow. I just peed like two little second. A wet patch of the size of a tennis ball appeard on my jeans. That was not really visible and I thought, if my bladder follow to be bad, I can pee a bit more in my jeans. This little release of pee really helped me and I feel better, everyhing is ok. But I could just enjoy 5 minutes of peace. Suddenly, I feel really bad. My bladder was really full, I was in trouble. And I have 1 hour and more of trip. I was getting very nervious, I started to transpirate of strees, my bladder was hurting. I decided to see the county by the window to not focus my mind in my need to pee. Suddenly, like a big leak, I feel warm pee on my bottom, I was wetting again my pants, I let myself peeing like few seconds then stopped it. It was a good relief and it was not too visible. About one hour of time so it will be mainly dry to not make it visible. 30 minutes later, we finally back to town but there was a lot of trafic, I knew we will be back in late. I was really desperate, looking on the gps of my phone the remaining path but we were totally stucked on the traffic jam! I started to think how idiot I am to trying to hold and why I didn't peed totally myself before! My bladder was hurting of pain, I was desperate, tears started to go out my eyes, and suddenly my bladder totally exploded. Fuck it, I pee in my jeans! It felt soo good you can't imagine! I was tembling, transpirating, about to cry! It was night and lights in the bus was off, I could fell the flow of pee going into my botton and near my legs, the sensation was amazingly delicious! When I finished, I analyzed the situation but forunately all the pee has been absorbed by the seat. I just stayed 3 minutes there, waiting for all the pee to get absorbed then I moved to another seat. 30 minutes later, we fianlly arrived, I put my jacket around my belt to hide the desaster, and I went to the bathroom of the station. Fortunately, the disaster was totally controlled and not so so visible, so no probleme for me- Outside it was raining and it didn't dried quick, I feel I was wet but it was not so visible so I totally enjoyed it. I was wet like 2 hours more, it was delicious and totally enjoyable. I hope you enjoyed my story Much love!
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  45. As someone who has a bra fetish, I disagree with hating bras 😉
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  46. This was so awesome. Keep up the great work!
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  47. For me, the kink is all about desperation and relief. There's pretty much nothing else to it, no aspects of omo (wetting, humiliation, urine as a substance) really appeal to me at all unless they relate back to either of those two. Though, desperation/relief so intertwined it's hard for me to even consider them two separate "things". I enjoy one for all the same reasons I enjoy the other. As to the deeper reason I find these two, that's trickier to untangle. I could probably make a few educated guesses, at least. One possible reason is the relation between peeing and nakedness. Removing clothes is a requirement for a person to successfully relieve themselves, after all. Another possibility is the obvious parallells between pee relief and sexual pleasure. There is also an undeniable element of control here, a person who needs to pee is in a more vulnerable state than one who doesn't. Finally, there could be an element of voyeurism as well. Peeing is generally considered a private act, and this ties back into the connections to nakedness. I don't think any of those reasons individually explain why this is the part of omo that does it for me, but at least some of them probably play a part.
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  48. This is the story of the first time I ever saw somebody wet themselves. It was in my sophomore year of high school, around late January. Previously my experience with this fetish extended to personal fantasies about what was at the time of my sexual awakening the most taboo thing I could think of, but this experience was secretly a huge turn on for me as I realized how hot it actually was to see someone desperate and/or wetting. So, where was I? Ah. Sophomore year, late January. Right. It was fairly late in the evening (maybe sixish), dark out, all that. I had just gotten out of dance class. Most of my friends and I took dance classes after school five days a week. Why anyone would willingly spend that much extracurricular time attempting to instruct us, I cannot fathom. We were mostly rubbish, despite our teacher's best efforts to convince us otherwise. Regardless, we all enjoyed it. Sigh... I'll try to stay on topic from here on out, kay? One day after dance, my best friend, who I'll call Caitlin (not her real name) and I were leaving the studio together, as we usually did. During class I'd noticed a few telltale signs that Caitlin was in desperate need of a pee, which were confirmed as we walked out when she stopped me and asked if we could stop at the bathroom first. We headed that way, but unfortunately the janitor had just finished cleaning the bathrooms in this building. The janitor was very strict about this. Once he was done cleaning a room, it was off limits until school started the next morning. No exceptions. He even applied this rule to teachers who came back to grab a lesson plan they left in their rooms or something. "No can do Mr. Bernard, just come early tomorrow if you really need that book." Rumor had it that even the principal couldn't get into her office after hours without an argument. Anyways, we went outside rather than waste time arguing with the slab of temperamental brick that was the janitor. The air outside was cold and fresh. The place was dark save for the odd floodlight attached to a building or posted in the bus circle. The ground was covered in snow, but nothing was currently coming down and the footpaths were reasonably clean. Shoveling snow was what the janitor and his fearful lackeys spent the daytime hours doing. As we headed to the front of campus, I could see Caitlin getting more desperate with each step. Suddenly she stopped and turned to me. "I just peed a little. I can't hold it." "You'll be fine. Now come on. Bathrooms are all closed, only thing for it is to go home." "I can't hold it that long!" She was squeezing her thighs and holding herself. A solitary drip landed between her feet. We walked a bit more until Caitlin stopped again. I looked back. Her gray pants were stained a bit on the crotch and inner thighs. She looked scared. Rivulets of pee were running down her pantlegs. "Did you just... wet yourself?" "I still have to pee more. I don't want to wet myself more, but I can't hold it." "You could just pull your pants down and do it in the snow. Nobody's around." After some protesting and whimpering, Caitlin told me to turn around. I did. I heard the sound of cloth sliding against skin and the crunch of snow. Moments later, a faint hiss could be heard. When I was told that I could turn around again, Caitlin was standing there with her coat tied round her waist and a calm pose. Behind her I could make out footprints and a faint yellowing of some snow between them. I said nothing of it and we made the ten minute walk to our street together. She was silent for the first half, but as we approached home we were laughing and talking about school like nothing had happened and she hadn't just had an accident in her pants. To this day we haven't spoke of it since, although I secretly take pleasure in reliving that moment every now and then.
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  50. Tied Up

    -Thank you for your feedback. :) Kara's story continues below, and there will be even more later!- Heart heavy with a volatile combination of hatred for Dr. Zhou and hopelessness about her imprisonment, Kara stood motionless under the spray of the shower head. Rivulets of lukewarm water ran down her face, mixing with her bitter tears. She tried to ignore the nurse's shadow behind the translucent curtain, and instead focused on scrubbing her lean body with a small bar of soap. "Hurry up, Kara," the woman said in a flat voice. "It's almost time for dinner." Kara placed the soap back on the tile shelf when she was struck with an idea. Still sure that the nurse couldn't see anything more than her outline, she stood over the drain, spread her feet slightly, tensed her stomach, and peed out the remaining urine in her bladder. She was surprised that the stream was so strong, for she hadn't felt that level of desperation. I wonder if all the holding hurt my bladder, she thought. But since she didn't see a way out of her predicament, she didn't allow the possibility of injury to trouble her. She turned off the faucet and dried herself off. The nurse yanked back the curtain and presented Kara with a stack of clothing, topped with a extra thick pull-on diaper. Rage started simmering in Kara's chest. She clenched her jaw and balled her fists, fantasizing about smacking the diaper out of the nurse's hands, about screaming and fighting and pushing for release, about breaking absolutely everything within reach--especially if it involved breaking Dr. Zhou's neck. But she said nothing as she slid the offending garment up her pale legs and over her hips. "Good girl," the nurse said, still as expressionless as a potato. Kara rolled her eyes and dressed herself in the dull gray hospital uniform: a faded pair of sweatpants, a threadbare t-shirt, and a sweatshirt that was at least two sizes too large. She pulled her hair into a slick ponytail and followed the nurse to a plain room with an arrangement of tables, all bolted to the floor. Although Kara hadn't been expecting a tasty or exciting meal, considering she was in a hospital, she was definitely taken aback at what was served for dinner: a protein shake, a 12-oz cup of water, and a 12-oz cup of cranberry juice cocktail. She slid into a seat next to Mattie, who was struggling with her shake. "Blechhh," she said, wiping her mouth with her hand. "Fuckin' ass juice." She glared at a staff member who admonished her for cursing, and threatened to throw her shake in his face. "Just make it disappear," he said, and stalked off. Kara defiantly pushed away her shake and folded her arms. "No use refusing," Mattie said, staring into the near distance. "They'll tube you for being a 'nutritional risk'." In the end, Kara downed her assorted fluids and remained silent as she was escorted back to the common room, where everyone congregated for "relaxation therapy"--an activity that involved dimming the lights and watching a three-hour slideshow of images staff determined were "peaceful". To no one's surprise, the slideshow had a generous collection of waterfall pictures and a soundtrack that was mostly ocean waves. Mattie and several other girls groaned, and Kara bit her lip. Two hours. She directed her attention to her bladder, which was still sore from the torture. I can make it two hours. Another half hour scraped by. Kara heard water pattering on the polished concrete floor, and looked to her left at an older girl sitting very, very still, her lips pursed and eyes clenched shut. Diluted urine was pouring in streams from her seat, making a widening pool around the girl's shaking feet. Kara averted her gaze, embarrassed for the girl. Watching another person wet themselves triggered a sudden bladder spasm. Kara bit her lip and gripped the edge of the table, clinging to the surface with short fingernails. She took deep breaths and tightened her sphincter, which gave a weak twitch of protest. Whimpering, Kara cradled her heavy, swelling bladder and repeated in her head, "I can hold it... I can hold it...." "What's wrong?" Mattie whispered. "That girl having an accident... it just reminded me of how badly I need to go," Kara moaned. "I gave up about an hour ago," Mattie responded with a shrug. "I don't give a damn anymore." Kara's hands went to her face. "No! I don't believe you!" Mattie slowly stood, and turned her back to Kara. Kara's eyes traveled down to Mattie's bum. Dark crescents of moisture were visible between her legs. There was a thin line of dark wetness traveling down the inner leg of her sweatpants. She'd wet herself so much, her diaper had leaked. Kara's bladder spasmed again, and then briefly contracted. She quickly jammed her fingers into her crotch, putting pressure on her trembling pee hole through the layers of her diaper. There was a slight dampness in between her legs, but Kara knew it was sweat. She hadn't wet herself...yet. "You can make it to the bathroom," Mattie said dully. "Hold on for the both of us." She pulled off her sweatshirt and tied it around her waist, temporarily hiding her accident. Kara's desperation slammed into her. She squirmed, fingers still pressing against her pee hole to hold back the flood. The girl was so desperate, she was panting. A small groan escaped her throat, catching the attention of a nearby staffer. "Gotta go?" she asked bluntly. Tears pricked Kara's eyes. She nodded. Her legs were pretzeled together and she was swaying her hips. The attendant looked at her watch. "Five minutes," she said. "Your break is in five minutes." Gasping, Kara nearly lost it right then and there. Battling to control her body, she rocked back and forth in her chair. What would happen if she stood? Could she even walk to the bathroom without wetting herself? Those five minutes of torture felt like an eternity, but as promised, the nurse entered the room and beckoned Kara. Kara tried to coach herself. Okay. You can do this. Okay. *Deep breath* You got this. Okay. "You comin' or what?" demanded the woman. Kara clung to her control with all fibers of her being, and slowly stood up. As her bottom left the hard seat of her chair, a tiny bead of pee trickled out. Kara marched in place for a few seconds, hands firmly jammed between her legs. "Come on! Either come with me or wait another three hours," the nurse said. Kara was so desperate, she couldn't speak. Toes curled inside her socks, she hobbled to the door, stopped to march some more, hobbled into the hallway, stopped, marched, and so on for the nearly unbearable journey to the tiled bathroom. Her hands shook as she frantically pounded her way to one of the stalls. She didn't care if the nurse saw anything, so she breezed past the cubicle door and stood in front of the toilet, stomping her feet like mad as she tore at her clothes. As she was tearing off her diaper, her body tensed. Her stomach muscles bore down as they'd done before, and as soon as she turned to sit down, urine exploded from her. But she'd made it. Her head sagged with relief as she sat and peed, the fluid thrashing its way out of her with remarkable force. The girl's entire body trembled as she peed and peed. She barely noticed the small amount of urine that was streaming down her leg, and the slightest bit of moisture absorbed into the crotch of her diaper. As far as she was concerned, she had made it. Finally.
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