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  1. To me, this is the best wetting she's ever done, because it was a genuine accident at a public golf course. We were at 9 hole best ball tournament with her sister and son along as well. She started with the hard seltzers at the first tee and with the warm evening was consuming them at a faster than normal pace. At the 4th tee she's saying she's got to pee pretty bad, but still continues drinking. During play on the fifth hold he crosses her legs and shoves her hand between her thighs. Then lifts up the front of her light blue skort to show me a nice sized wet patch. We continue on with play and now she's crossing her legs and bending her knees to hold it whenever standing to take a shot. As we continue on, we hit a bump in the fairway that causes another leak. There's now a considerable wet patch in the crotch, but nothing is showing thru the back side, and I reassure her, that it's not noticeable. I can tell she's getting rather nervous about having a full blown accident in the middle of the course. We play on, one more leak during play on the 8th hole. Very wet in the crotch, but still not noticeable on the outer layer. On the final tee, her sister whiffs and she begins to laugh, and quickly she bends, and shoves her hand between her legs again, and pauses a minute before teeing up her shot. As much as I love to see her wet, this was the last place I wanted it to happen, as it may deter future wettings even at home. After taking her tee shot, we get in the cart, and she shows me how wet she is and lets me touch. Soaked!. Soaked! Soaked! We get to club house and I check her backside for signs. How she managed to completely soak her panties and inside layer of the skort without getting the back wet is pretty amazing. This was beyond a doubt the most exciting wetting I've seen with her. Unplanned accidents are the best, and being in public and not getting caught was exciting. The only downside to this whole evening was that neither of us had a camera or phone to get a few pictures.
    12 points
  2. Posted the first two pages of a little comic I came up with. Love to hear your toughts.
    8 points
  3. After my last story with May Holdall and her accident at work, the SO had an idea for a second story that included a sexual encounter. I wasn't up to it for along while, but I figured it would be a good way to get back into writing more. This is a follow up to this story. May Holdall Receives A Delivery On The Job Desperation, Wetting, Male/Female Sex “Shit, shit,” May whispered under her breath as her bus got closer to her stop at the Tiki-Time Bikini Hut. They just needed to to get through the next stoplight, and her stop was right there. The bus was packed for the morning commute, and May was stuck standing between a guy in a suit who was scrolling through emails on his phone and a teenager listening to music on massive but ineffective headphones. She was holding on to the bar in the middle of the bus for dear life, and trying to maintain her balance on her high wedge sandals. She was feeling squished in, hot, and her legs hurt from standing for the whole ride. But worse than all of that, she forgot to pee before she left home, and that problem was reaching a very painful head. But that wasn’t why May was nervous. She was late! She woke up late, she was too late for her usual bus, and the next bus was late. Now she was going to be late to open the coffee stand. Usually, one of the two girls on shift would arrive a little before opening, get everything situated, and be ready in time for their colleague to show up and start. Today was May’s turn, and now she was going to have to rush through everything if she wanted to get done in time for her coworker to arrive. If Eddie, the owner, found out May was late again… well it wouldn’t be good. The bus jolted to a stop, and May staggered to her side before bumping into the back of a man there. A twinge of panic went through her body as she squeezed her legs together. She was going to be fine, as long as she could get off the bus and run to the restroom at the gas station on the lot. Her thighs were tensed against each other, and she was feeling just a little sweaty. But she wasn’t in a panic, not yet. The light changed, and the bus started to move. They crossed over the intersection, and May hit the button to signal a stop. Then the bus stopped behind another car, more traffic, and so close to her stop. She peeked at her phone in her bag for the time. “Shit…” She was barely going to have enough time to get ready. She would have to run to the bathroom after Cindy showed up. She could hold it through set up, she was sure of it. It wasn’t that complicated, getting decorations set up, preparing the registers, getting the cups in place. She could do it in her sleep, she actually did in a few work nightmares. May squirmed involuntarily, and then she pulled down the back of her red pleated skirt when a breeze through the bus made her question exactly how much of her ample backside she was showing off. It felt silly considering she was going to strip down to a bikini when she got into the little coffee hut, but that was for money, she wasn’t trying to give away the goods for weirdos on the bus. She looked around and saw a guy further down the bus giving her the eye. He wasn’t bad looking, but he was wearing a gold chain and a pair of watches, definite red flags. The nod and wink he gave her was still flattering, and she couldn’t help but flush pink as she looked away. The bus came to a stop, and May let out a sigh of relief as the front door opened and the bus began to kneel. “Excuse me,” she said, trying to be as loud as she could manage, “sorry, excuse me.” She pushed through, eventually getting to the front. She adjusted the sleeves down on her ‘off-shoulder’ white top and then took ginger steps down to the sidewalk. The last step sent an impact through her body, and she immediately regretted landing so hard. But she stood still as the bus swished and rose behind her. She squeezed her thighs tight and waited for the small wave of desperation to subside before she headed toward the closed up coffee stand. May had a lot to do in not a lot of time. A new pack of disposable cups had to be opened up and put up on the counters, she had to rehang the flower decorations above the pick up windows, and she still had to refill the tills from the safe on the floor along the wall. There were a few other tasks, including getting the machines warmed up, but those first three were the most important. So, May put her bag down on the floor and shuffled over to a locked cabinet. She pulled out her key, opening it up to a pack of cups fresh in a plastic bag. She clicked her tongue and grabbed the full bag, then tried to grip it in both hands and rip it, but the plastic didn’t immediately give. “Damnit, come on,” she grunted. These bags were always annoying, but they were more annoying when she had to pee so bad that she-. May tried to shake it out of her head, she didn’t have to go that bad. It was okay, she just needed to finish this prep work and she could run to the bathroom. May pulled harder. The flex of her muscles made her that much more aware of the pressure just below her stomach. She thought the plastic was giving way, but she also felt like something of her own was giving way. She stopped pulling and held the bag of cups in one hand, the second pressed into her crotch for just a moment. She wasn’t desperate, just being careful. She would be done in just a few minutes, she was fine. So she took a deep breath and then grabbed the bag with both hands again, pulling until it started to rip apart. She needed a stack on each side, so she grabbed a stack and started to count them off. The espresso machines needed to be on, she could do that now. She stopped in the middle of her counting and reached out to click the machines on, and they started to let out a light hiss like a teapot just nearing a boil. She regretted turning them on immediately. As she finished grabbing her first stack, one machine let out a sharper hiss and May cringed at the sound of leaking water vapor. “Almost done, almost done,” she whispered to herself. Then a loud knock on the door to the hut made May jump out of her heels. She teetered, and then bent over forwards as she recovered, squeezing her thighs together as tight as she could. She could feel the pressure building up, and even if she evaded the thought she knew if she relaxed for more than a moment she was going to ruin another ‘work uniform’. But she took in a long breath, and the pressure subsided just slightly. “Hello?” A deep voice asked from outside. It was Trent! Trent was their regular delivery guy. He worked for Co-Squared, a supplier for coffee and hot chocolate places across the state. He was also the least creepy person May ever got to meet while she was at work, by a long shot. He had to be there to drop off supplies for the week, May completely forgot. She stood up as best she could, and then waddled over to the door. When she peeked out to the early morning light, Trent’s deep green eyes were looking back in at her. His dark brown dimples were framed by a freshly shaved face. She could almost smell his aftershave, they must be his first stop of the day. “Oh Trent, heeey,” May said. She tried to do a cute little finger twinkling wave, but she immediately felt more awkward than welcoming, so she opened the door wider. Trent nodded his head and tipped the bill of his blue hat with the company logo on the front. He handed May a clipboard, and she took it with both hands and looked it over. It was a long list today, a lot of beans getting replenished, more cups (she did grab the last bag), stirrers, lids, and more. He was going to be here for a bit, maybe until they opened. “I’ve got quite a load for you today,” He said, then chuckled. He lifted an eyebrow in thought, “wait, that sounds wrong.” But he didn’t dwell on it, and turned around to head back to his truck parked right in front of one of the two windows. As soon as his back was turned, May squatted down and squeezed her bare legs together. She had to pee, she was willing to admit that. She had to pee bad, and she didn’t know how much longer she had left before it became a real problem. Just moving was torture on her muscles, and she was suddenly mad that there was no chair inside the small hut so she could sit and have something to press into. But now that Trent was here, she didn’t know if she could leave. Eddie would be livid if he knew that she left a delivery guy alone in the hut, even if most of the staff saw Trent more than they saw Eddie, and trusted him more to boot. May could hear Trent returning, so she brought herself back to standing in time for him to pull the door open with his foot and step in with two large bags of different coffee beans. “Want these in the usual place?” Trent asked with a smile so wide his cheeks closed his eyes. “Or is this a dump everything and deal with it later sort of day?” May looked around and thought about that option. She didn’t consider that she could just make him leave everything, maybe she could still run to the gas station if he did. But if he did that, she would have to put it all away herself, and then if Cindy saw the mess she would probably be pissy the rest of her shift. May let out an exasperated sigh as she looked across the floor. “That kind of day huh?” Trent said. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it all put away.” May couldn’t help but smile as Trent opened one bag and started to pull out individual bags of beans. “It isn’t that, I’m just late so I’m like, crazy behind.” She tried to laugh, but instead of her work giggle it sounded like a nervous mad scientist. “Well how about I help out,” Trent said as he peeked at her over his shoulder and kept pulling out coffee. “We can get done twice as fast.” She nodded, and looked away to hide the blush on her face, “that sounds nice.” May tried to ignore the rising waves of panic from between her legs, so she grabbed some coffee as Trent headed back out to his truck to get more of their order. As soon as Trent was out of the door, May grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled out as she let out a groan of frustration. Why did she have to pee so bad now?! Trent was so nice, so cute, hot even! But she felt like she was standing in front of a cracking dam with a wooden bucket. A new wave of pressure hit her and she dropped her hem and squeezed her knees in to fight as best she could. It was dangerous, this was getting bad. She was close to another emergency and she was pretty sure it would be a lot harder to hide an accident in the hut this time. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused with everything she had. Then she realized she was standing in Trent’s shadow. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, and he had a concerned frown on his face. “You okay May?” He asked, “this day going that bad?” She wanted to answer, but she was sure if she even tried to stand normally she was going to leak. She lifted her arm as if to start putting the stirrers away in the high cabinet, but Trent took it out of her hands. “Hey don’t worry about it okay,” Trent said. He lifted the bag and started to put them away with rapid plops of bags on wood. “You don’t deserve a day like this, you’re always so nice and positive even when these people are giving you shit, I see it. I don’t wanna be one more person making your day hard, you know?” He was rambling, and as the spike of pressure faded May found it replaced by something new. It was a warmth, one she was surprised she could feel with everything else going on. May wanted to fuck Trent. Okay that wasn’t a surprise, she had more than a few fantasies about Trent, especially during a busy shift when gross men were nonstop flirting with her. Replacing their ugly faces with the handsome and kind Trent was how she survived. But something about the moment, maybe a small spike of the fight or flight from her desperation, made it that much more obvious. She wanted him, and she wanted him right now. Screw her job, screw Eddie, she just wanted to screw Trent. She could tell him, right now. Then she could run off, use the bathroom, and maybe they could run off together. Her bladder stopped threatening her for just long enough for May to make her choice. She wasn’t going to be able to get ready in time and also confess to Trent. She tapped him on the arm and he turned to look down toward her. May grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down into a kiss, her lips pressing into his soft pair. Trent went stiff for a moment, then dropped the bag and wrapped an arm around her. “I’m okay if you make my day a little hard,” May whispered toward him, then she chuckled at her own cringe-worthy joke. “But fi-” She didn’t have time to get out another word. Trent kissed her again and maneuvered her back into the same cabinet they were just filling. The impact alarmed her, but Trent’s lips on hers calmed her in an instant. His arm wrapped around her, cupping between her lower back and the cabinet as he leaned down to keep their embrace going. His other hand ran down her cheek, slid down her neck, ran over her shoulder. The moment her lips parted, his tongue found hers, and they intertwined. Trent’s hand cupped her breast through her top, and in a flurry May brought her hand up and unbuttoned her highest button to pull the top down. His hand found her red bikini top, his thumb massaging her nipple through the thin padding while his kiss pressed her to the cabinet. Her bladder screamed in protest. One knee was clasped over the other, too low for Trent to pay the motion any attention yet. But her toes were curling, and her calves flexing with the effort of silencing the emergency downstairs so she could enjoy Trent’s attention for just a moment. His hand slipped up under her bikini top and May gasped as his warm and strong hands gripped her tender flesh. She could feel his excitement pressing against her through his work slacks, nestled right around her stomach. He stopped and pulled just far enough to whisper out a question. “I’m sorry, is this too much? I’ve just always… I never thought you… should I stop?” YES! May’s body demanded she say yes. She didn’t have time for this, she didn’t have time for anything. She was desperate, but she might still have time to clean up and run to the bathroom before her shift started. She had a strong bladder by all means, a lifetime in the service industry demanded that. But there was holding it through a lunch rush, and then there was holding it through… this. But Trent’s face. If she said no now, would she ever get another chance at him? She felt lucky he accepted her move in the first place. Not that the feeling between them wasn’t mutual, but it seemed he was scared of admitting his feelings, what if he took her leaving as a denial and never spoke to her again? The fear was bad enough to almost drown out her fear of flooding the hut’s floor. “No!” May hissed as she pushed forward to keep kissing him. Her enthusiasm was the last signal Trent needed. His hands slid down her sides, past her skirt and then beneath the hem. While their lips were hard pressed against each other, Trent grabbed her bikini bottom at each side and pulled them down to her thighs. She questioned what she could even do, what was even possible, but then her stomach leaped as Trent lifted her up by the hips and pulled her over to the counter top. She squeaked as she was dropped there, and then instinctively shoved a hand into her crotch as Trent struggled with his belt and fly. Their lips separated as he worked to pull his manhood free, and in that moment a wave of desperation sent a spark of alarm through May’s body. Despite Trent right in front of her, her bottoms sliding down to her knees, and one nipple exposed and erect, she couldn’t help but pull one knee over the other and squeeze with all her might. It felt like she was full to bursting now, like everything was right at the gate. This situation was impossible, she couldn’t see how she got out of this without humiliating herself, without pissing all over Trent and ruining this intimate moment. But as she saw him, saw the size of the black rod as he slid free from his boxers, her mind was blanked of all worries. She wasn’t some prim princess, she understood her own needs and her own lust. At the moment, all May could think of was what that would feel like. Trent slid on a condom from his pocket with some assistance from her free hand. She could feel his girth in her hand, feel the warmth radiating off of it as she slid the condom over him. It was intimidating, magnificent. She squeezed herself one last time before parting her legs as Trent turned his attention back to her. He parted her legs with a touch and lifted her knees. Her head lay against the closed service window as he pressed his hot head against her softest places, as he pushed that heat into her. May felt a sharp panic as he entered her, as all logic told her that he would force her open and make her release. That heat between her legs, the moisture between her lower lips, it all registered for the briefest moment as her starting to leak. She covered her mouth and suppressed another squeak as she doubled down on clenching every pelvic muscle she could. He pulled her hand away and kissed her as he continued to press her back against the counter. His other hand gripped her at the hip, helped guide him deeper into her, helped him fill her completely. Her eyes watered as she held on tight. May’s muscles sent every alarm that they were nearing their last ounces of strength. But she begged some outside force to help her hold on. Trent began to move, his length sliding away from her just to return with force. At first it was soft and intimate, their kisses and thrusts timed to create a beautiful rhythm. But it didn’t take long before he began to thrust harder, the force pushing her knees back toward her chest, his length spreading her. “God,” Trent moaned as his pace increased, “You’re so damn tight, ah.” She couldn’t tell him why, that she was holding on for dear life. Every thrust sent a wave through her bladder, sloshed her contents, rattled that little sphincter stopping the flow. She was sure if he wasn’t filling her, if she wasn’t pressed closed by his sordid intrusion, her fight would already be over. It was possible she couldn’t even leak if she tried. Then she felt a small warm jet, swore she heard it too. Her heart skipped, and she let out a small cry. “Ah shit,” May said in a panicked hiss, “deeper, don’t pull out.” Trent didn’t need to be told twice. She could already feel him throbbing, feel him expanding in anticipation. He was reaching his limit, he was almost done. But as he slid against her most sensitive places, she could feel every detail of him, condom or no. “You’re so good,” He groaned as she was slammed harder against the window, “so wet, oh May!” He kissed at her neck as she held him around his shoulders and clawed in so deep she was worried she would scratch him. He pressed in hard, and the force, the stimulation of it all broke through something. Like a white point of light that started as a distant star then overwhelmed her in an intense blast of pleasure. She couldn’t think, her muscles spasmed, her fingers and toes locked in a curl. Then she felt her legs drop, a distant sensation like it was happening to someone else. “Fuck! I’m going to be late!” Trent shouted. Normal sensation flooded back over May, starting with a distinct feeling of a warm jet splashing between her thighs as she sat on the counter. With an EEP May closed her legs and locked up, unable to move, unable to think. She was losing control, she was well past her limits and then some, this was it. Right in front of Trent, as their intimate moment ended. Even with her thighs closed and her attempted clenching, May heard a sharp hissing noise as another spray released between her legs. “Will you be okay?” Trent asked as he hurriedly pulled up his slacks. May looked up. He wasn’t paying attention to her, he was trying to leave. She slid off the counter, ignoring the slight dampness under her butt, and then gave a tense nod. “Uh-huh.” Trent leaned in and kissed her. “Sorry, we'll talk soon.” Then before she could even answer, He grabbed a bag and ran out the door. Leaving May standing with her bikini bottom down to her ankles and a wet patch on the butt of her skirt. In a blur of motion May grabbed an extra large cup off the counter, slipped her thighs apart, and put the cup in the way of a newly erupting flood from her bladder. It hit with a loud splash, and May pulled up the front of her skirt to watch the rapids as they exited her like a small waterfall between her overstimulated lower lips. The sensation, the relief, it was so immense that May couldn’t contain a moan louder than any she dared to release while Trent was in her. Her legs felt wobbly, and she leaned back against the counter to even stay stable as new shocks of pleasure ripped through her like arcing lightning. The cup was warm in her hand, and soon the sound made her realize it was almost full. She grabbed a second cup and stopped just long enough to swap them out. She didn’t get far in the second cup, but then again she lost a fair amount to… early releases. When she was finished she sat them both on the counter then capped them before letting out a final groan of relief. The hut was still a mess, there were supplies everywhere, and now she also had to clean up a damp space on the counter. If she got to it fast enough, maybe it wouldn’t smell like piss. But Trent, now that was something special. She grinned to herself. The door to the hut opened, and May’s stomach dropped. Was it that close to opening? Was Cindy here already? Trent’s head peaked in and he grabbed his clipboard from a shelf. “Sorry, forgot this.” He said. She gave him an exhausted and red in the face smile, “No problem, good luck.” Trent smiled back. “Yeah, hope the rest of your day is as good as mine has been so far.” Then he was gone again, and May was pretty sure her day was special enough already.
    5 points
  4. It's one of those days again. Kim's flatmate brought in his annoying friend. Mere thought of that sleazy knave makes her skin crawl, so she locked herself up in her room and quietly waits till he leaves. Unfortunately, their session is taking much longer than expected and the pressure that's been bulding up in Kim's bladder can't be ignored anymore. It is clear now that she's reached her limit and a small warm leak appears. With bathroom out of reach and no bottle to pee in, there's really only thing that can save the situation. Now quickly out of the wet pants, she can't be seen like that! Well, that was an evening to remember. But for Kim, not in a good way.
    5 points
  5. Video from the end of my rapid desperation hold + rewetting day! This is from just after I took off my leggings, which I fully soaked about 7 times over a few hours, plus some smaller wettings in between, and decided to piss just my panties one last time. I’d been peeing myself all afternoon, so it’s a casual panty wetting with a HUGE puddle already behind me from earlier. The wetting doesn’t show on my panties, just the puddle, because they’re already soaked through, only the hips were still dry. You can see my other photos and a shorter video in my post under experiences ❤️ FullSizeRender.mov
    5 points
  6. I tried posting this under live-action omorashi while it was happening, but unfortunately I hadn’t reached my 7 posts on this new account yet so it got denied and I lost it all, but I’ll try my best to write out the experience! On Friday, I decided to try out rapid desperation for the first time. Around 1pm, I started drinking a glass of water every 15 minutes, and using the toilet every 15 minutes. At first it was really hard to go when I felt I didn’t need to, but by an hour in I was starting to feel the need to go at the 10 minute mark between trips. After about an hour and a half, I drove to Wendy’s to buy a large lemonade and fries to make me thirsty, and I had to try my best not to squirm while sharing the elevator back up to my apartment with someone. After about 2.5 hours (I sort of lost track, but that’d be just over 10 glasses of water, since I brought a bigger water bottle on my car ride), I stopped using the toilet, and started drinking my lemonade. The need to pee steadily grew to a 6 or 7 over the next 40 minutes, until I stood up from my desk to make and drink an ice coffee and rocketed to a 9. I went from needing to bounce my leg to constantly shifting positions, holding myself, and just repeating “oh my god oh my god” under my breath. After about 10 more minutes, it was shifting from fun to hurting, but I really wanted to have a genuine accident. I tragically have a bladder of steel so I’ve never been able to make myself have one, and hoped this would be the way. My back was starting to hurt, and I blamed it on the sports bra I was wearing, so I went to my bedroom and changed into a more comfortable bikini top. I should note now that on the bottom I had on soft dark grey capri-length leggings and grey panties. After I got changed, I went out to my balcony where I wanted to wet myself. It’s got a tinted glass railing, which provides just enough privacy while still wetting myself out in the open air. I sat down on my patio chair for a minute, switching positions constantly cause no matter what I did it hurt. I stood up then, dancing and holding myself, and decided that I probably wouldn’t be able to have a genuine accident anytime soon, so I should let a little out. The spurt immediately went down my leg, and while I could make it stop, I only did for a second before slowly releasing everything down my legs and into a massive puddle on the ground. It wasn’t the genuine accident floodgates releasing that I was hoping for, but it did feel amazing. A few times, while still wetting myself, I had to kick the puddle backwards so it wouldn’t drip down off my balcony. When I was done, I knew I wanted to stay in my wet clothes for a while, so I walked to my bathroom, trying my best not to leave a trail of drips, and took some photos. I checked my phone and it had only been an hour since I started holding. It was hard to see the wet spot on my leggings, but I pulled them down to reveal a beautiful dark spot on my panties. I was starting to feel more of the liquids reach my bladder, so I decided to film myself peeing through my wet panties a little. In the video, you can hear me say “oh shit” as I didn’t realize how much was left in me and it started to drip onto the floor. I pulled my leggings back up, peed a little more in them, and realized there was enough in me to wet them a second time in 5 minutes. I stepped into my shower and released nearly as much as I had the first time, completely soaking my leggings again. I wanted to enjoy the wet feeling for longer, so I grabbed my bath towel and sat it on my desk chair. After a little while, I felt some more liquid reach my bladder, and I let it out into my leggings and towel whenever I felt like it. Eventually I let the need build up again and went back out to the balcony to fully wet my pants again, taking a few more photos while they were wet and shiny. I went back to my desk for a while, before deciding I should do the last few dishes in the sink, as I planned to hand-wash everything when I was done. As I did the dishes, I released a few times just until the pee reached the bottom of the pants, as I was trying not to leave a puddle in my kitchen. It didn’t work, though, I let a little too much out at once and there was a wet spot below my feet. If I already had to clean up a small puddle, I thought I may as well enjoy making a big puddle, and fully released once the dishes were done. It felt wonderfully naughty to wet myself in the middle of my kitchen, and I left a decently sized puddle below me. I wiped it up with paper towel, and returned to my desk to release little spurts at a time again. Around 7pm, I had been in my wet clothes for about 4 hours, and I decided it was time for a finale. I tried holding on while playing a game, but by 8pm I had to leave mid-match because I was getting too desperate to focus. I was probably only at a 6 or 7, but after what I’d put my bladder through all afternoon, it was too much for me. I went back out to the balcony, and fully soaked my leggings again. It felt especially nice now, as the sunset meant that it felt hot against the cooling evening air. Once it started to cool down, I did it again to warm myself up. At this point, I had fully soaked these leggings 7 times (I may have missed 1 in writing this out, but I remember counting 7 at the time, I think I forgot a second shower wetting). Every part of them was completely soaked except for my hips. I decided it was time to take them off, and I spent some time in just my soaked panties, which were also soaked except for the hips, but showed it better with a nice dark stain. I filmed myself wetting the panties twice, the puddle on the balcony now being about 4 feet across, then sat in the puddle and added a little more to it after a while. Finally, I decided to go inside and clean up, but I did pee in the shower too. Here’s some of my favourite photos from the day! I posted some of the videos already in the video section, if you want check them out. IMG_7582.MOV
    4 points
  7. Had some fun today 😁
    4 points
  8. So I'm heading to BM this weekend and have been reading trip reports from previous years. Anyhow this girl has a do's and dont's of burning man I started reading. Normal stuff bring water not just drugs and liquor, how to keep your tent clean etc. Thing is pictures made me think she was wearing a diaper or maybe a pullup especially the last one what do you think?
    3 points
  9. Yesterday I decided to buy myself diapers for the first time. I had already ordered some Tena Slips online, but I didn’t want to wait for them to come in, and I decided visiting friends in the city I moved away from a year ago was the perfect chance. We went out for brunch, and after we all parted ways, I drove to the next closest drugstore. There was one right next to the restaurant, but 2 friends went into the attached mall, and this was far too public of an area and very close to where I used to live. The other drugstore was in a weird new rich-looking area, a ways out from where I’d run into any of my former university classmates. I parked as close as I could to the door, donned a hat, sunglasses and mask, and tried to calm my nerves for a few minutes before going inside. I brought my own reusable bag, so no one would be able to see what I had in it, and grabbed a flier on my way in to cover them. I grabbed the other 2 items I needed quickly, before heading to the incontinence isle. The isle was in clear view of the pharmacy and a worker was there, so I pretended to be weighing my options between allergy meds on the other side of the isle until no one was looking my way. There weren’t a lot of options, but there was a generic brand of pull-ups labeled as maximum capability on for half off, so I shoved them in my bag and covered them with the flier. Then I hovered around the self-checkout for about 15 minutes waiting for there to be no one else there, just for someone to come up beside me as soon as I braved it. But, I managed to buy them with no problem, and got to head home to use them for the first time. I used the toilet as normal as soon as I got home, as I had a slightly upset stomach and didn’t want to mess the pull-up too. Then I changed into the pull-up and it felt so cosy and wonderful. I tried on some clothes to see what it’d look bulky under, then settled on a grey plaid skirt, as I loved the up skirt shot of the pull-up. After a few minutes and 2 glasses of water, I had enough of an urge to let go in the pull-up, and it was magical. I got to feel warm and a little damp, without the mess and cleanup and inevitable coldness of peeing my pants. I stayed in pull-ups all evening, slowly soaking them until they were leaking. I loved the feeling of being warm and wet for hours, and how saggy and full they got after a few uses. I was mostly sitting at my desk, but I made sure to go laying down at least once in each, so that the whole pull-up got used. I used 3 by 11pm, at which point I decided I was done for the night, and after some fun times with a little toy, I took it off and put my pyjamas on. I had a great time! Next time I think I’m going to pad up and drink a few glasses of water before bed, so I can use it when I wake up in the night. I’m so thrilled being able to bring my fantasies to life! Here’s a few of my favourite photos I took!
    3 points
  10. Thank you! My writing amount has slowed down in recent years and I've been trying to do it more lately, so it helps to hear I still have a touch at it!
    3 points
  11. I'm back with page 41!
    3 points
  12. Love the waist band on these shorts and undies
    3 points
  13. So, wasn't very strong. But this should be a neat mini story about the kind of accident that could ONLY happen duiring a deliberate hold, aka, trying to figure out where the hell the towels are going. Sorry for any typos, I'm still coming down from the relief. I was mid-hold, literally here on the brink as you know, when an urgent staff matter came up I had to deal with. Dealing with it was very frustrating to me, and normally I would have just abandoned the hold for it you know, killing the mood, but I was really having fun. I bent over and picked up the towels I had on the floor, which made me squeak and spurt a bunch. The damage was going to get very bad very quickly. So I sat here, monotonously typing away for the situation, and I was leaking kinda bad, luckily I was sitting on some towels. But I REFUSED to let go. It was like, angry holding. I WAS going to save it for when I was done and be able to actually finish the fun on a good note. The damage to my shorts got to an absolute unmissable level on the ass, because, well, multiple leaks sitting down. The red turned to a deep crimson, practically. Luckily there was nobody around to notice other than my sleeping S/O who typically doesn't even wake up for like, another hour after I finish posting this. When the situation was rectified, my studious staff brain returned to my bladder and jesus christ. Imagine, if you will, getting latchkey urge from like, a shift of focus. It wasn't that I was putting a key in a latch, its that I'd finished splitting my focus and it had all returned to the ACTIVE DANGER. This made me leak enough that I actually saw it pool out between my thighs a bit before it seeped into the towel. I stood up and turned around, planning to return to dancing with my hands buried in my (now kinda undeniably soaked) shorts, and bent over to pull the towels off my chair and good lord that was it. It was like an alt concept of that one incident I had playing video games years ago where I was propping myself up on the arm of the chair, except this time my hands were on the seat of it. I bent down to get the towels and that was just enough of a squash to let out a spurt so potent I could NOT close it back off. I jumped and crossed my legs and I HEARD the pee splash against the floor as I did so like "FUCK FUCK FUCK" because the towels weren't even on the floor yet but I absolutely started gushing, it was like the realization that "no wait i still had to do this one last thing before I peed" in the form of re-laying the towels that THAT became a latchkey sensation. I just could not get them there in any seemly manner before it was just spraying out of my crotch and down my legs, branching off in wild streams that splashed everywhere all over my wood floor. I just kinda stuck my bare foot in the towels and like, moved them around AS I was still pissing myself, like trying to damage control as it was happening but...well, it didn't really do that much, the majority of the cleanup happened after it was over. The entire time I was trying to see if I could stop, herculean clenches followed by moans of just "FUUuucck" because every time I thought I was like 75% of the way to closing the valve it'd bottom out again. Now I'm sitting here with my wet undies and shorts wrapped up in the towels next to me. I got some pee on my abdomen and can see it glistening, no idea how it got there, must be from my fingers. Either way, despite the hiccup, this was a fun one!!! I should do another one soon with some sort of stipulation. Maybe give the playbyplay of a specific challenge, something spicier than "I feel a twinge sitting down here doing nothing oh no pee" Regardless, thank you all tons for joining me. Its been awhile since I got to indulge, and normally I actually hate audiences that aren't like. Super personal. But I was just in the mood for it today idk. I hope you all enjoyed it!! Please feel free to ask any questions I failed to sufficiently answer if the writing is lacking!! 🙂
    3 points
  14. Not certain why but I have them blocked. So thanks for posting because I would have never seen it. There's a 2nd part to it. ripandbustys-1559760260822437893-20220816_233319-vid1(1).mp4
    3 points
  15. Could anyone rip this? I don't have a twitter account so I can't see it... Ok, disregard that request. I managed to rip it myself. Ripandbustys - For the best fans 😘 💦💦💦💦 [1559759642284232704].mp4
    3 points
  16. Off-Limits!

    Just this once. Just this once, Dakota thought she could get away with cheating on her midterm! And she did... kind of. There's a catch: the girl she cheated off of caught her and is out for blood... or urine, in this case. Despite being very desperate to pee, she must cross her legs and hold it until tomorrow if there's any chance of her saving her full-ride college scholarship. And Dakota thought the midterm was the hardest test she'd ever taken... Not the most original idea, I know, but I thought it would be cool to turn into a comic / manga. I hope the art isn't too awful! I wanted to try a semi-colored style to give the pages a bit more pop.
    2 points
  17. Why do you think you're into omo? I'm pretty confident about why I'm into it: I'm autistic, but I didn't know that growing up and so I just didn't understand why people did certain things. I especially took a long time to come to grips with with gender roles, and so from a young age I internalized this idea that girls were "better" because of how I perceived how society perceived them. In general I saw them and their privacy as more "protected". For example, when I was in kindergarten the threat of getting pantsed was a common joke. Boys could threaten to do it to boys, girls could threaten to do it to boys, but girls didn't ever threaten to do it to other girls and a boy threatening to do it to a girl was seen as particularly shitty. Also boys peeing outside behind a tree or something was seen as normal but girls didn't do it, and instead of seeing this as boys having an "advantage" I just kinda felt like boys weren't "respected" as much and so their privacy wasn't as respected. It was an odd way to view things and I've grown out of it obviously, but it made sense to my little autistic brain. So yeah, this fascination with the comparatively mystified concept of female urination (I understand that defecation was the same process so I didn't care as much) hit the neurons just right and turned into a sexual fascination come puberty. Interestingly later on this resulted in a similar "fetish" for female masturbation with pretty much the same underlying logic. As soon as I discovered masturbation I was doing it every day and pretty early on I knew that this was the case for like, almost all other boys. But from the information I gathered I kind of formed this idea that girls had complete control over it. Like they did it but they didn't feel any kind of "urge", they purely did it because they knew it was a thing they could do that felt good and passed time. Amusingly I think this was actually the trigger for my descent into a bit of an alt-right phase in my early-mid teens. I had this underlying insecurity that females were better than males so I rejected feminism which led me to certain Youtube channels etc. etc. So yea, bit of a long-winded post but I'm genuinely curious to hear if any other guys gained this fetish through similar events and how the female experience differs.
    2 points
  18. Hello everyone! After a long break and a lot of time spent sick/in hospital, I am finally back to continue this story! Almost a year ago I teased this idea but now I'm finally excited to start it! I'll be posting the first few images here and (hopefully) will be updating this every couple of days! As a warning, I'm no artist. This is purely for fun although you can feel free to critique any aspect of my art I do not mind! I'll be looking forward to creating this and reading your responses! The first post here will have no available "choices" but there will be options to push the story ahead in the next post! Thank you all so much 🙂 (I really hope these upload in the right order)
    2 points
  19. I'm thinking about trying something new on HD Wetting- A free live stream. Before I put too much effort into getting it setup, I'd like to know if anyone here would be interested in watching such a stream? If so, when would be the ideal time to schedule it?
    2 points
  20. Truth or dare

    From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art

    A commission by Nadia and Phantom. They are having such fun!
    2 points
  21. I saw this in the store the other day and had to go back and take a picture. Maybe its just me but it totally looks like she's sleeping in a very saggy diaper. I felt like I needed to share
    2 points
  22. I slightly underestimated how much I had to pee and made a bigger puddle than I anticipated x3 It felt amazing tho!~ And was fun hehe pee puddle.mp4
    2 points
  23. Hello! I'm Ellen. I turned 23 last week. I'm 4'11" with ginger hair and C cup breasts. I've never indulged in omorashi, but I watch it for porn. What really gets me off is exhibitionism, sexual or otherwise. Where I live, there is a beach near the lake where many people go nude. It's not technically allowed, but that's the local spot lol. It's a nice place. Not many creeps, but they can happen... Today I went out early to get a spot near the trees. I wore a black thong bottom, and a beautiful multicolor wrap on top... at least until I got to the water. I laid out my towel and stripped naked. I applied a mild sunscreen all over my fair skin. I'm lucky that I tan instead of burn! I arrived around 1pm. That morning I had already finished my water bottle twice. The temperature was nearing 90 degrees, so I was sure to bring my best water bottle full of ice with me. It always takes forever for me to feel the urge to go to the bathroom, so I was in good shape! I went swimming, read a few chapters from a book, and sipped on my water. Eventually, I laid down and rested for a while. About an hour passed, and i must have dozed off, because I woke to the terrible pain in my bladder signifying I had waited too long... all of the days liquids had caught up with me and I was FULL. I rolled over to check the time, and it was 4:30pm. There weren't many people at the lake, but it still felt busy. Everyone was scattered about in their own space, or walking laps around it. I really didn't want to get dressed and lose my spot just so I could pee. I pressed my pelvis into the ground thinking about my predicament. I keep waiting, hoping the urge would disappear, but the pain continued. I was actively holding and beginning to squirm. I knew my best option without packing up was to go in the lake like everyone else, but I really didn't want to go over and be around people. I also didn't know how cold the water would be! Just as I was reaching my breaking point, a man walking by felt like I would be good conversation... remember when I said not too many creeps? The young guy, around my age, stood nearby and started talking about the pollen levels today. I was too polite and continued the conversation. I'm never sure how to give the cold shoulder. The conversation moves to fish and wildlife, and this guy's SITS DOWN next to me! Like pulls his towel out and joins me, within 6 feet. I mean, the guy was nice enough, but so weird to do while naked! At this point I'm on my stomach, which is becoming unbearable. I didnt want to bare everything on my back, so i roll onto my side to face him and I reach for my bag and pull it between us for just a bit more coverage. Of course, as soon as I begin turning onto my hip, I feel a warm stream going down the back of my thigh. I freeze and squeeze my legs together. It lasts for only a moment and I am thankful it didn't run down my front side. This guy is yammering about some lake he went to in high school. I am nodding and chuckling uncomfortably from time to time, all the while clenching my muscles as hard as I can. I'm in so much pain holding back, so I finally sit up halfway. I bring my knees towards my body slightly and then I can feel the warm wet patch beneath my hips start growing. Luckily my slow loss of control prevented the piss from spilling out towards him. I can feel the stream pouring out behind me. This arouses me to no end, causing me to relax and start full force wetting my towel. I bring my bag even closer to me. I'm peeing so much that it's leaking between my thighs and I know if he just looked down, he would see me pissing myself. It feels like hours go by, but I stop pissing after maybe 10 seconds. My towel is all wet, but it didn't seem to matter anymore. I finish just in time to say "yeah, I've seen lakes like that too" 😆
    2 points
  24. This happened about 5 or 6 years ago. I was at a local university's library around 9 or 10 am just walking around a bit. I didn't attend this university but I enjoyed going there to relax and enjoy some quiet time. I went up to the forth floor (highest floor) and got off the elevator. There was a row of desks that were set up back to back with book shelves to the left. This floor of the library is very quiet and usually not very populated, especially at this time of the day. As I walked down the hall going past the desks I noticed a girl sitting at one of the desks. She was holding herself with both hands and was making a kind of pained moaning sound and seemed like she couldn't stay still. I thought to myself that I should sit at the desk facing her as it seemed like this could be interesting. I sat down and took out my laptop and just as I do I hear her quietly exclaim "Oh no!" I look under my desk and I see that she has pissed herself and its all over the chair and going on the floor. She is futilely holing herself like that is going to stop anything. She stands up and I quit looking under the desk and she walks over to me. The front of her pants are all wet in the crotch and legs. She casually asks me if I could keep an eye on her stuff as she has to clean up in the bathroom. There wasn't a hint of embarrassment in her voice. I told her that of course I would and she thanked me and went off to the bathroom. While she was gone I went over to her desk and saw a giant puddle in the chair and on the floor under her desk. I sat at my desk waiting for her return and she did about 5 minutes later. I think she was wearing the same exact clothes as there were still visibly noticeable wetness in the crotch and legs still. She thanked me for watching her stuff and she put her laptop into her bag and walked to the elevator and left, leaving the puddles she made behind. I went to look at the puddles again and then left myself, very happy that I witnessed this first hand. Now, do you think this was accidental or on purpose? I feel like it was purposeful. First off, the woman's bathroom was not very far at all. She could have very well easily have made it, and never even gotten to that point in the first place. Second, her pained moaning was not particularly loud, but very noticeable if you were nearby. And lastly the way she was so nonchalant about it. You would think if she were embarrassed she would have poked her head over the desks and said "Hey can you watch my stuff for a minute?", like other people have done when they had to leave their desk for non emergencies. Instead she casually walked up to me in full view and didn't try to hide anything. She even mentioned she had to clean herself up.
    2 points
  25. Amazed I don't see this talked about more. It's a peeing outside scene, there's a very audible pee stream, a realistic crouching position, and a dude to contrast that position. I've never even watched this show but I saw this on Youtube but I think the videos gone, hence me posting it here. pee2.mp4
    2 points
  26. My favorite video from carwetting. Real genuinely lost it and peed myself completely here. View File My favorite video from the day I wanted to upload on its own and put here so others can watch without downloading:) FullSizeRender.mov Submitter Wetgirl227 Submitted 08/23/2022 Category Female  
    2 points
  27. Thank you so much! That really does mean a lot. I do intend to complete this story, since it's probably my favorite lewd story that I've written. I just haven't had too many opportunities to write for a little while. But I promise that this story will be finished, and there's a lot more to go. I do have some of the next chapter already written, so I'll try and get it finished ASAP.
    2 points
  28. Would you not have a little pity and mercy with that poor girl and her hurting full bladder overfilled to explode? No don't let her pee no matter how much she begs or even cries to let her, she can and must hold. Do you think that girls have to endure that because they are girls and girls have always be able to hold their urine back, no matter how long and no matter how bad they would need to let it out? Yes she should hold no matter what, and try as best as she could to hide her desperation. Do you think that she should get her bladder tortured? Yes you should have sex with her overfilled bladder and not let her pee after. Make her wear tight clothes like skintight jeans with a tight belt. No wee for her?' No wee for her, keep her holding😁 Yes make her hold all night and not let her have her moring pee, but make her go to work with a desperate overfilled bladderm even when she begs you to let hr pee.
    2 points
  29. Your decision has been made: you are going make Siren use the toilet first. Soon, you shall learn the outcome of this decision. No room for hesitation, now. You press your hand against the hand print, like Rocker indicated. Then, you practically shove Siren into the open door. “Huh-eep!” The door closes, creating a barrier between the two of you. That’s one down, but… You see Simon breathing heavily. You’re not sure he fully aware of the situation beyond using every effort to keep it in. Just make it a little longer, you think. But suddenly- “I- I can’t…!” Simon’s entire body shudders, and you think you hear a quick hissing sound. Whether or not you imagined that last bit, there is no question he just had a bad leak. “It’s just a little bit longer, Simon! Just hold it for one minute longer, and you will be able to use the toilet!” Neither Rocker nor Nemean react to you using his real name. Simon tenses up, but seems to still be holding on. For a little while, you, Rocker and Nemean just watch the struggling Simon in silence. The only things you can hear now are the occasional whimpers and pained moans from him, as well as your own heartbeat. You think your own bladder might actually be beating in sync. Or maybe you’re imagining that part. You wish you had some kind of psychic powers you could use to implore Siren to hurry up. Come on Siren, you think. Hurry up and open that door. However, before that can happen- Simon flinches, as though he’s been punched in the stomach. He collapses to his knees, his whole body relaxing as though he were a punctured balloon. The sheer physical effort that’s been keeping him from peeing has all but run out. “I-I’m sorry. I can’t…!” A soft sob. “It’s impossible…!” “No-!” Before you can react, it happens. Simon ever so slightly parts his legs, and it starts. It soaks the fabric of his trousers in a flash, then gushes out in a semi-solid stream even through his clothing. Simon is breathing heavily and unevenly throughout. You can’t help but notice that the stream gains and loses a bit of strength with his breathing. A sizeable puddle is forming, staining his trousers at the knees. It feels like an eternity passes, but it was probably less than a minute. With a raspy sigh, Simon finishes. Shit. You feel terrible for him. Clearly someone should comfort him somehow, but you have no idea what to say. And also… You hate to admit that but that did not help your own bladder in the least. You feel about ready to make an even bigger puddle. You hear a sigh to your left, and an even louder hissing sound. You, Simon and Rocker all look on in shock as- “Haah..! Yeah, that really is a lot better” Nemean is, absolutely and definitively, wetting himself. His stream is a lot steadier than Simon’s. It runs down the left leg of his pants, making a rapidly growing puddle at his feet. While you mostly just felt bad for Simon as he was doing it, for one reason or another you feel like you should look away now. Another part of you doesn’t want to take its eyes away, though. He just keeps going and going. Did this game awaken some kind of big bladder fascination within you? Worth thinking about, after all this. Simon rises, shakily. He looks towards the still-peeing Nemean with uncertainty. “Nemean, you didn’t have to…” Nemean shakes his head. “I was too low on DP, and couldn’t hold it any more. That’s all there was to it.” He really doesn’t look like someone who held it to the last moment… well, perhaps other than the puddle. That is a big puddle though, and growing. You really have no idea with this guy. Simon fully stands up, retaining a shred of his dignity. His eyes are now fixated on Nemean, though you can’t read his expression at all. A pang from your bladder takes you back to reality. Was Simon going to be stuck here now? How would that even work? Was that the reason Nemean wet himself, so he wouldn’t have to be alone? Another pang. Holy shit, you need to pee. Your mind starts exploring options that would have been unthinkable minutes prior. What if… Nemean had the right idea here? Were you really content to just use the toilet, now that some of the players wouldn’t be allowed to leave in the end? Then again, you’re not sure how much of that is your brain talking, and how much is your bladder. You really have to pee now; your body is practically screaming at you to let go. That may be interfering with your decision-making process. But maybe you should just…? DECISION – Wet yourself? YES NO
    2 points
  30. I was a kid. Back then, I knew the basic facts of reproduction but nobody had mentioned that the activity is intensely pleasurable or that we have an appetite for it that includes a fascination for other people's bodies, at least those of the sex to which we're attracted. Not just an attraction to their bodies overall but a particular kind of fascination for their genital configuration. Like I said, I was a kid, and when you're a kid, you don't associate those particular body parts with sex and reproduction. You associate them with pee. It's where you pee from. I thought then that I was a pervert. Because I didn't know anyone else had these feelings, these fascinations. Once I learned that (nearly) everyone has a sexual appetite and that most people can relate to having sexual feelings that are attached to the sight and thought of those body parts, those shapes, then I figured everyone must have the same erotic spillover feelings about peeing and control issues, losing control or making someone lose control or watching someone lose control, explicitly THERE. Oddly, a lot of people don't seem to. Or they've blocked it out. But it seems kind of normal, inevitable even.
    2 points
  31. Can you imagine how humiliating it would be to wet the bed while snuggling with your partner? Well, that is exactly what happens to Gabriella in this video as she shares a bed with Alisha. After wetting the bed, Gabriella and Alisha discover her accident. Luckily, Alisha is very understanding. She helps Gabriella change the bed sheets, then puts Gabriella in a nice dry diaper, just in case it happens again.
    2 points
  32. I am putting this interactive on hold for a month, not stopping just putting it on hold
    2 points
  33. Pretty sure mine comes from more of a physical than a psychological place, because I know that from a very young age I really like liked the sensation of needing to pee and I would always wait until the last possible second because I just loved how good the release felt when I was really really desperate. To this day I still love holding in my pee mostly because of how my full bladder presses on some very sensitive internal areas 😅 there is a bit of a psychological aspect to it for me too in that elimination is seen as a bit taboo like not even in a sexual context. I remember myself and others getting in trouble with adults for use of any ‘toilet humor’ so I guess it just stuck in my mind as a naughty thing. Also I recall at least one accident from early childhood and my parents were just so disappointed in me for that, and I guess i just started to see desperation to a naughty thing too. Where my love of bladder bulges comes from im not sure… maybe that’s also psychological, like squirming and wetting and whining can all be faked, but a full bladder bulge can only come from a big full bladder 😍😅
    2 points
  34. I know (At least I think I know) my psychological cause for liking this fetish is very simple - it coincided with discovering intimacy and sexuality. My first sexual experiences were with my female best friend. (She's one year older, so this is a peer experience and in no way forced or trauma.) The first time it happened when we were showering off in the mudroom of our house. We were wearing bathing suits and had soap in our eyes. When I passed her the soap, my hand (and the bar of soap) brushed across the front of her bikini bottoms. She moaned and pressed my hand to her. Then she asked me to kiss her pussy (through her bathing suit). I knelt down and did it. After a long time she said she had to pee but she didn't want me to stop. I told her I did not mind and she peed through her suit into my mouth. I've written about what happened on this site. We did not have intercourse, but when we had time alone together I loved licking her. At some point, she would very nearly always let me know she needed to pee. I felt like (and still do) that it can be a very intimate and sexual connection between people. As we grew older, having her pee while in close contact with me was ... not expected, but it seemed to happen a lot. I hid under her beach/lounge chair and licked her up through the vinyl straps (the rubbery tube kind). She always hated to get up and go pee in a bathroom when she was comfortable doing something else. Later, I had co-workers who had the same desires. One who I never had contact with physically. The other woman and I delivered printing jobs and because of travel constraints learned/helped each other pee while staying on the highway. Omo related stories, photos, videos, experiences are my #1 turn-on, fetish, fantasy. Maybe I would never have developed an interest if not coupled with my sexuality.
    2 points
  35. @potte "When I think hard and long about it, I had a female friend when I was very very young. We'd often accompany each other when going to the bathroom, by then it seemed like the most natural thing, we'd just talk and keep each other company. Maybe that sparked the interest? again I'm not so certain that it was the cause." You know sometimes it really is the simple things like this. Maybe it's trying to recapture a childhood experience that was innocent and nice and everything like that and pleasant. "In the last 5 years or so, I have become aware of something that might be the cause. I think it's because I am obsessed of everything feminine. For instance also female masturbation, like you say. That goes hand in hand with female urination, because that's also unique to girls (of course). The moves people often make when desperate for a pee seems feminine to me. You know, crossing the legs, knees together etc. Just those poses drives me crazy, even tough desperation or pee might not be involved. It might just be a girl sitting on a chair in a skirt crossing her legs because you know.. she's wearing a skirt, it's just something so feminine, in my opinion. So yeah maybe something about gender differences?" I do think that there is something to that because I think that desperation is a very gendered thing and mostly a feminine or female thing. Again there are some people who are attracted to male desperation but to me desperation has always seemed like more of a feminine thing. And one guy told me he thought that I was more feminine after I had my experience of desperation at my job because somehow being in that situation is just very specifically female and everything like that. So I do agree that several poses like that do just come across as very feminine and maybe that is why more men are attracted to desperate women then there are straight women attracted to desperate men as came up in another thread not that long ago. Also perhaps why more lesbians like myself seem to be into this particular fetish. @Glocky "It's not because you like omorashi and it excites you or that you have necessarily had a trauma. You may just like it because basically it has you subconsciously hanging on to something you find sexy. I hate being told I'm mentally ill just because I like to see people having to pee. It saddens me that we have been reduced to this......" I don't think it was implied that liking pee or omorashi or anything like that is necessarily result of a mental illness or a trauma, just in some cases things like that definitely influence a developing's person sexuality. I'm not the biggest fan of Sigmund Freud but he did feel that a lot of people develop sexually when they were younger because of experiences including things with potty training, so I don't think that that's all that unlikely. I definitely do think these experiences we have when younger, not necessarily traumatic, do have some type of mental effect in the development of these fetishes. I can definitely look a lot of childhood experiences I had where I could see how my fetish was sort of a compensation or a coping mechanism in some way. But simply liking pee or desperation doesn't mean that you some kind of mental illness. I definitely do have mental issues but I don't think that the fetish relates directly to that and I don't consider the fetish to be a symptom of mental illness.
    2 points
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    2 points
  37. Part 3 As I took my seat and began to fumble with the seatbelt, I couldn’t help but feel a resurgence of excitement at the prospect of watching this young woman next to me struggle with her urgent urinary dilemma. For just a moment, I caught a glimpse of her looking at me as I settled into my seat and thought I detected a hint of disdain on her face. Was she upset with me for delaying her and forcing her to be thrust into this situation? Probably, and I certainly couldn’t blame her; I would be too if I was in her shoes. Remembering how incredibly uncomfortable I’d been just a few minutes ago, I couldn’t help but feel guilty since I was directly responsible for her plight. Nevertheless, I couldn’t shake off the thrill of having a front-row seat to witness this woman’s desperation. The plane rumbled as it slowly began making its way to the runway, and the flight attendants made their final rounds, urging the last few stragglers to the seats to prepare for takeoff. Jen’s eyes stared intently out the window, her legs rapidly sliding in and out across the seat, making a distinct rustling noise. Her hands were restless, rubbing themselves over her thighs and then drumming their fingers on the seat handles. Her lips were pursed tightly in a grimace, and the worry on her face was unmistakable. She was, without a doubt, bursting for the toilet, so much so that I began to wonder whether she’d even make it in time. The conference had begun at 9am this morning, meaning it was now well over six hours since she’d last used a toilet. She couldn’t possibly have much time left. A ding echoed in the air as the seatbelt light flashed on, effectively locking us into place. The flight attendants had all taken their seats as the plane had now turned to face its nose down the length of the runway, ready to take to the air at last. I sat back in my chair, my legs stretched out in front to occupy whatever few inches of legroom I had, still discreetly keeping an eye on Jen to my right side. Her knees still wobbled in front of her, but I could tell she was trying to restrain herself, clearly not wanting to make her predicament obvious. I know I probably would’ve done the same. For whatever reason, it’s just so embarrassing when others know that you’re desperate to pee. In any case, Jen wouldn’t have to worry for much longer; in just a few minutes, we would be well over the Tampa skyline, and she would finally be free to go relieve herself from her bladder’s misery. With a faint rumble and a burst of acceleration, the plane began speeding down the runaway, and in just mere moments, we were off and in the air, leaving the airport behind as we soared off into the afternoon sky. I glanced at the little screen embedded into the seat in front of me, looking at the map where a tiny plane icon rotated to face northward. Soon we were up amidst the clouds, zooming off towards our destination, which was three hours away according to the map on my monitor. The seatbelt light was still on, but now that we were in the air, I figured it was bound to turn off soon and free the desperate passenger next to me. Clearly Jen was of the same mind: she was leaning forward in her seat, both her hands clutching her belt, her finger poised on the release button as her thighs jiggled energetically. She looked like she was ready to pop off down the aisle the moment the light turned off. But it didn’t. A minute passed, then two, then five, but the seatbelt light remained on. Nobody seemed fussed about it, or even paid it any mind. All except for Jen, who was getting more agitated by the minute. I saw her glancing up and down the aisle, the frustration evident on her face. I’m sure she was thinking the same thing I was: what on earth was causing the hold up? The question didn’t go unanswered for long. The loudspeaker crackled to life, and the deep, booming voice of the pilot filled the cabin. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking. We have received reports of stormy weather up ahead, and some turbulence is possible. At this time, we ask that you remain in your seat, and refrain from getting up until we deem it safe to do so. Thank you for your patience and enjoy the rest of your trip.” And with that, the cabin fell silent once more. I could hardly believe it. I felt my heart beating faster. Who could’ve seen this coming? Certainly not Jen, who looked nothing short of flabbergasted at the pilot’s words. Her hands were clutched at her belt tightly, clearly itching to rip them off, but now she couldn’t, not until we had passed the storm. There was now an unmistakable hint of panic in her eyes as she glanced about, desperately searching for some solution, and not finding any. Her only option was to hold it in, and who knew how long that could be for? This was turning out to be a memorable flight indeed. If the seat belt light didn’t turn off soon, this day would be memorable for Jen too, and not for a good reason.
    2 points
  38. @caedar "Also boys peeing outside behind a tree or something was seen as normal but girls didn't do it, and instead of seeing this as boys having an "advantage" I just kinda felt like boys weren't "respected" as much and so their privacy wasn't as respected. It was an odd way to view things and I've grown out of it obviously, but it made sense to my little autistic brain." I guess as a woman I experienced the opposite thing where I saw boys being able to pee outside and whenever they wanted pretty much as being an advantage and that made me think the boys were more respected, that their needs were more respected and that society privileged them more, which I still kind of believe really especially in regards to going to the bathroom. But I do think these early influences tend to have an effect on us and I am definitely on the spectrum myself. I find it hard to ignore things that most people would never even think about including bodily sensations like having to go to the bathroom. That combined with growing up in a lot of situations involving a double standard where the boys were able to relieve themselves easily while I was not I think had a strong formation of the fetish. It does seem that there are a disproportionately large number of people on the spectrum who have this fetish based on everything I have read on this forum. It does seem like a brain that is wired neurologically different tends to result in different sexualities and fetishes because it seems that there are also a larger number of LGBT individuals who are on the spectrum as well and I don't think that that is coincidence. Our brains are just wired differently.
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  39. What makes you think I'm not a film maker who happens to make omo content on the side? I do get your point though. However, it has been my experience that even though most people will say production quality doesn't matter to them when it comes to this kind of content, they do tend to notice if its lacking. It is easy to say you don't care about things like lighting, or audio capture, but if the audio levels are blown out and distorted, or the lighting is so awful you can't tell what is happening, you're probably going to wish that it was a bit better. But, I do understand at a certain point it probably doesn't matter to most people. As long as it is good enough, most people probably don't care past that point. Your feedback is noted. So, I am assuming then you prefer a live broadcast style, where a scene is allowed to happen in full, uninterrupted, once. The main reason I did a cinematic approach in the first place is that no one else was doing it. As I'm sure you well know, there are countless videos places like C4S, shot on a cell phone, with a single model standing in their shower and peeing their pants. This might feel more authentic because of its amateur qualities, but there are so many people doing that. It would be impossible to stand out. If I tried that, I don't know what I could offer people that they aren't already getting from countless others. At least by taking a cinematic approach to production, I'm able to offer something that people can't get elsewhere.
    2 points
  40. I mean, what are you supposed to do? Pause the game an go to the bathroom? Ridiculous! Besides, some games can't pause because they're online, so then you really don't have a better option. Pissing during the game is obviously superior.
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  41. @Pollock25 "Maybe there is somewhere close by for the staff to go to but I certainly wouldn’t like to be working there if I was bursting" Once again this will show that I am evil but then I got what was coming to me. But to me I was always really liking the idea of people at a place like that not having access to a bathroom and getting to watch them having to squirm while they wait on customers. And it reminds me of this woman that I chatted with who worked at an office where for whatever reason the toilets were being renovated or where they didn't have real bathrooms, but during their lunch break they could at least go down to a nearby place and go to the bathroom, and I found that rather amusing since by then she was bursting. Of course this was when a Covid hit and I suddenly found myself outdoors and all of the park bathrooms were completely locked. So meanwhile I would be chatting with this woman and finding it such a relief, no pun intended, to see that somebody else in this really bad situation and that she doesn't have her bathroom available at work, but as soon as it was time for lunch break and she could skip off next door to go to the bathroom and I was left there still holding it is just like come on universe, really?!
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  42. @Pollock25 "The staff must see a lot of desperate people throughout the day" Perhaps more among the staff! Maybe because of my experience of two years of Covid being without public bathrooms at my job holding it all day but I think of it from the staff's perspective. I mean yes I was desperate for that short time I was in a pizza restaurant, but it's not like the average person is in the restaurant that long. However if the bathroom is broken the staff would be there all day and I have to imagine that they would be getting quite desperate! It actually reminds me of my other experience that sort of put things into perspective. Like pre-Covid I was talking with somebody who said that a lot of the times the park bathrooms were closed, but I figure no big deal because if you are close by you can always go home. Then I found myself in a job where I was in parks all day and the fact that the bathroom was closed was certainly very squirm inducing, and you realize just how important it is and how inconvenient it is when a bathroom like that but certain people are forced to rely on as their only lifeline is closed.
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  43. IPS_2022-07-19.21.43.43.9980.mp4
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  44. Scared pee

    Dont know who made this comment if u know
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  45. The boy was so horny from this talk and from that situation, he could not concentrate to the film. Since he could remember it was so exciting for him if a girl was needing to wee but did not go, could not go, or was not allowed to go. It was so arousing for him to know that a girl was holding a very full bladder for a long time, but it was very, very rarely to experience such situations, but now he had a girl beside him who was needing to wee but protracted to go. She was standing with crossed legs from needing to wee before they went in, she did tell him that she would need to go, she had the opportunity to go to the loo, but she delayed it until at home. Her urge was strong enough for legs crossing, knee rubbing and for to press her thighs together, but not strong enough for her to piss. She decided to hold it until at home and that would not last a few minutes, or one hour, it will last longer than 3 hours. He was so impressed from that girl, from her ability to control her bodily needs, to control her bladder and her need to wee, he was impressed from her willpower to bear down her strong urge and to force her bladder to obey. This girl was simply made for him and for his lust. He did always dream about to make a strong bladdered girl, with a strong will to hold it, wait and hold until she can’t anymore. Now he would perhaps get a chance to live his dream. She told him before they went in that there was a situation where she had to hold it much longer than just a shift from noon until 9 pm and that she did not know before what she really can endure on pee urge and bladder pain, if she has to. He wanted nothing more than to bring her to her limit, or a little over her limit. He did dream about to bring her home after the cinema and to fuck her before he would let her piss. He had to calm down a little before he would cum in his pants. “How are you?“ he whispered in her ear. “Thank you, very well. My bladder is growing slowly up to my navel and I would need to wee really bad already, but that will not be a big problem, i got used to have my bladder full.” she answered and kissed him at his cheek. continue
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  46. Just a video I found! If anyone has a higher res version, please LMK! tumblr_o5ef89qNy11u8lugb_480.mp4
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  47. Another video! You guys were so supportive and seemed to love my first video so much so I was confident enough to post this! I hadn't peed for at least 10 hours before this and was drinking fluids the entire day so it felt incredible because it just gushed out of me. I've posted these red underwear before and now you guys get to see them be flooded! Enjoy 🙂 20220403-001156_U0Ei3EGz.mp4
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  48. 18 again

    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.
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