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  1. So today I had a rather embarrassing accident at work 😳 I work in an office building in a call center and have been one of the few people still going into the office since the whole covid pandemic started so there’s not many people around but still a few around. During the morning I did my usual routine of breakfast, coffee, and two bottles of waters. We had our weekly morning meeting that we had to be on camera with to show we were actually paying attention. When the meeting started I had a small need to pee but I wasn’t worried and thought at that time that I could make it once the meeting was over. Typically the meetings last around 20 mins however todays was much different. Todays lasted well over an hour as I was absent mindedly sipped my drinks my urge to pee really started to build. Knowing full well that I was on camera, I couldn’t really show that I had to pee or do much outside of crossing my legs but after a few mins that wasn’t really helping either 😟. 30 mins in and I was really struggling and was starting to worry that I would end up wetting myself. Trying to think of a way to hold, I remembered I have a standing desk and hoped that standing would take some pressure off of my bladder. As I stood, initially it did help but I was wrong about how badly I had to pee, very wrong!! After another 15 mins of standing and crossing my legs, I felt it, they first leak of pee into my pants. I did everything I could to stop it and luckily I could but I knew I was in trouble now. Finally the meeting started to wrap up after another 5 mins of talking (honestly I hadn’t been paying attention what was being talked about ) and I felt another leak of pee. This time it was a lot harder to stop esp as I felt it start to flow down the back of my thighs 😰. As this was happening, I started hearing others signing off and I quickly shut my camera off and jammed my hands in my crotch to try and stop the rest before completely peeing my pants. I luckily stopped what was left in my bladder and made a dash to the bathroom. Fortunately I didn’t see anyone and at that point I didn’t care….I had to pee. Making it to the bathroom, I tore my jeans down and finished peeing what was left in my bladder. With a sigh I looked at the damage of my pants and honestly I was shocked at how bad my jeans looked 😭. Trying to think on what to do, I remembered that I had my gym bag with me and I had a pair of running shorts. I managed to avoid further embarrassment by not running into anyone from the bathroom back to my office. Closing the blinds, I was able to change out of my wet jeans and panties and changed into my shorts. hope you all enjoyed my little embarrassing accident and also I took a photo for you all to enjoy
    7 points
  2. Rena’s mischievous mind churned on overdrive as she wriggled her legs while taking another hit from her beloved 6-year-old bong. Desperate and high, that’s how she loved to be. With the 18-year-old’s parents away on a night out of town, she was free to enjoy some dirty wet fun tonight. Taking a year off from studies while working a weekend job, Rena capitalized on every opportunity to desperately wet her pants in private. It was her secret fetish and having a personal laundry room in the basement made it all possible. An hour ago, Rena had gotten a text from her “friend” Shawna. Shawna was planning a birthday bash at her house next week. In typical Shawna fashion, she had accepted a dinner and hotel invitation from her boyfriend that same evening. She had asked Rena to make sure the party went well, and the 4-bedroom house survived the night. For the umpteenth time, Rena had bitten her tongue and agreed to help out. She had recently discovered that Warren, her ex, had cheated with Shawna while they were together. However, Shawna didn’t know that Rena knew of her betrayal- the couple had broken up months ago over other issues. Rena was quite smart- her brains were often overlooked because of her beauty. She stood 5’9 with firm 34B breasts and dark brown hair. Her active lifestyle ensured her body was well-toned throughout the year. Many boys had made enticing offers to her since she had dumped Warren, but she had been picky, dating only a few and screwing only one in the six months of single life. For the past two weeks, she had tried to devise the perfect plan to ruin Shawna's life- it was finally coming together. As her thoughts continued down a very dark path, she felt herself squirt into her denim shorts. On que, a familiar warm wetness emerged on her fingertips which were tightly pressed into her crotch. Suddenly, she heard a car pull into the driveway- her parents were home early! Rena hobbled to the washroom leaking helplessly into her panties. She pushed open the bathroom door and planted herself on the toilet, still fully dressed. Sighing, she relaxed her pussy muscles to urinate a powerful clear torrent through her barely-butt covering jean shorts into the toilet below. As she finished peeing, she heard her mom walking to the door leading downstairs- she was coming downstairs to check up on her and there was no time to change! Shawna shut off the lights as she rushed back to her bedroom, praying her mom wouldn’t notice the wet trail to the toilet in the darkness. She hopped into bed, pulled up the covers over her drenched shorts and closed her eyes. A mere ten seconds later, her mom had made her way down the stairs and pushed open her bedroom door. “Honey? Oh… you're asleep.” She heard her mom shut the door and head back upstairs- she was safe! Excited by how close she had been to being discovered, she rubbed herself through the soiled shorts, biting down on her pillow to stifle her orgasmic screams. A few minutes later, as she was falling asleep, Rena had one final thought. “Laundry day tomorrow.”
    7 points
  3. Enjoy! ^^ i pissed myself lmao.mp4
    7 points
  4. Hi! Its me again with another video, this time is my girlfriend fingering herself while holding her pee I hope you like it like my other post Holding It.mp4 Its a little low quality because it was recorded with an old phone, future content of her is going to be in HD! She makes custom content too, so ask me in my DMs or my discord! (Kirito16#8386) If you want longer videos you can support us here https://ko-fi.com/lewdconnosseiur
    6 points
  5. My friend recorded her first experience with omorashi and wanted me to post it here because she doesnt speak english. Cant hold it.mp4 She wants to hear what you think and what suggestions you have for future videos. Pd: If you want custom content you can ask in my DMs or my discord (Kirito16#8386) Here is some proof that she had given me consent to post this!
    6 points
  6. Gray ones, can't use them. Green ones, I think I'd rather hold it and risk doing it in my pants 😮
    6 points
  7. I experienced one of my favorite most delicious accidents of all time today wearing these denim overalls, which I definitely want to get desperate in more. They seem great for causing genuine accidents because there's so many more steps to get them down than regular pants. I had some time to myself this weekend so I went for a hike on a desperate, firm, stretching bladder. The kind of super-full you can still feel after you let it out because it leaves you with a dull little ache and if you're lucky sometimes some leakiness. I enjoyed a lovely walk in the woods, each step jiggling my strained, tortured bladder. I had no intentions of turning around until I had an accident, but I also wasn't gonna make it easy on myself and just let go. So I pressed on through some intense waves that made me hold myself until the telltale sign came - pelvic floor flutters. My favourite feeling. At that point I knew relief was imminent and kept walking, ready and excited to feel warm wetness explode into my pants at any moment. A leak or two came first, but I was still holding, squirming like crazy in damp undies as I walked. A few more desperate flutters and a leak that was harder to control, and my pee FINALLY came rushing out of me. I stepped off trail and spread my legs blissfully to avoid wetting my shoes as I watched a torrent of pee waterfall across my thighs and onto the ground. It felt great and left a little puddle that started to run downwards as I was stood on a slight hill. I had brought a shirt to tie around my waist for the walk back, although my wet legs were certainly visible below the shirt too. Thankfully I picked a trail far away from my house and didn't pass too many people on the way back. I continued to let out little spurts the whole walk back just for fun (and also on the drive home since I protected the seats). I mean I was already soaked, why hold anything in? I took these pics when I got back after a little rewetting to make sure the stains were nice and fresh. Hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did. Oh, and yes, I was leaking a little later. Getting super full and holding it for a while always gets me 🙂
    5 points
  8. I'm really happy with how much these pull ups hold! I can't hold a ton but it still didn't leak after my full bladder I have to break up the video because it was too long 20220910_200229_1_1.mp4
    5 points
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    Uploads from my personal collection #3 (screenshots are in order of files) Creators w/ Links Izzy and Alpha Redgifs| OnlyFans | Reddit | Twitter #1-5 | 11 & 12 - Collection of short pees some in public Adriana Chechik (Retired from adult) | Twitch | Twitter #6 - Two girls piss on the street Baby Blair ABDL | ManyVids #7 - Soaking diaper with loud wet fart *Fell out of order in list due to upload error. Now last on the file list. Bunny Liu | ManyVids #8- Farting and peeing through jean shorts EvaMarie | ManyVids #9- Farting desperation while walking through woods DashMcKinzie | ManyVids #10- Desperate piss over pee pad in bedroom
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  11. Was really hard to hold it xD was out of home and barely made it back, had to run to the bathroom but instead of pulling my pants down I just figured I'd let it out~ Shoes were so warm! (specially the right one hehe~) Peeing in jeans is definitely approved! :3 VID_20220912_201741_1.mp4
    4 points
  12. Hi all! I know it’s been a while since I posted. School started a couple weeks ago so I‘ve been a bit preoccupied. This story happened yesterday. No wetting, but there is a small bit of bladder control at the end. So I’m at my boyfriend’s, the same one from my other story. We’re cuddling in bed, and cuddling leads to some naughty activities. He tells me he has to pee, but he can’t atm because of his boner. I opened my mouth jokingly, and told him to go ahead. He looked at me and said “You..want me to pee in your mouth?” This is where my nerves get shot. “What? Nah, nah!” ”You sure?” ”I’m sure!” But I give him a look that says I want him to. He raised an eyebrow. ”(Name), you would actually like that? I mean, I’m down, just I’m not drinking pee.” This is where I realize. It’s over. He knows. I have to tell him, now or never. ”Baby..I have something to tell you.” I am visibly nervous, so much so that my body is shaking uncontrollably. He smiles at me. “What is it?” After a minute of awkward silence and fumbling of words..I say it. ”I have a piss kink.” ”Wait, really?” ”Yeah..I’m sorry. I’m really ashamed of it. I try not to delve into it.” He looks at me with a loving expression and just holds me. “It’s okay. To be honest, it’s one of the tamer ones of those weird kinks. I don’t even think that’s weird. Honestly..I think it’s hot. How did that come about?” I told him that I had a few accidents when I was younger that led to me developing the kink. I’m still embarrassed to hell, face red, breath shaky. “I never wanted you to find out.” ”You know..now that I think about it..I want you to piss on my dick.” That made me BRIGHT red. The fact that my boyfriend of almost 5 years, is not only not grossed out by my fetish, but is ALREADY fantasizing after I told him 15 minutes ago, had me floored. This was the best case scenario. “Do you..have a piss kink?” ”I didn’t think I did. I mean, I’d watch porn, and like it when pee was involved, but I didn’t think..” I smiled at him. “You have one too.” So not only does he think it’s hot, but he wants to try stuff too. So I experimented with that when he asked me what I wanted him to do, the kind of things I liked. Immediately I said, “I like you telling me I can’t go pee. That I have to hold it.” “Interesting.” Timeskip to a couple of hours later. I’m getting ready for us to go Walmart. I’m wearing an anime t shirt and a pink skirt that’s a little too short. He said he would take me so I could grab a couple of items. I go to the gas station first, and that’s when it hits me. ”Daddy?” ”Yes?” ”I..have to go pee.” ”No. You have to hold it. You’re not allowed to go pee. We don’t have time for that and I don’t want to be left alone.” I bite my lip as my heart races. I fantasized about this for damn near our whole relationship, but this is ACTUALLY happening now. “Okay..” I whined. I pump the gas and head to Walmart. My need isn’t dire, but it’s there. Probably a 5/10. We walk inside and we look around at clothes, makeup, and Magic cards. He’s taking an awfully long time looking at the Magic cards, so I ask again. I’m too shy to ask out loud in public, so I text him. “Can I go pee now? Please?” He checks his phone and smirks at me. “No. Don’t ask again.” I whine slightly, and he grabs the cards that he wants and we check out. On the way home, I’m squirming a little in my seat. It probably wasn’t that bad, but I like to perform in front of him. So I was really squirming and whining. “Aww, what’s wrong? Do you have to go pee?” ”Yes..” I whimpered, my hand on my thigh. “Maybe if you’re nice and sweet, I’ll let you go. But you have to be good.” Normally, I would protest. I’m a bratty sub, and I usually take issue with his orders. But not this time. I don’t say another word and I try and be quiet and good. “I know what you could do to spice things up.” I say after a minute or so of silence. “What’s that, baby?” ”Push on my bladder. That makes it so much better.” He obliges, and I whimper and moan a lot more than I thought I would. He only did it one time, but it was enough. Not only did I have to focus on driving, I had to focus on my bladder. We get near his house. I ask again. ”Am I allowed to go pee now?” ”Wait until I get in my room, and I’ll tell you.” We park and head inside. Here I thought relief would be coming soon. To my horror, I realized that wouldn’t be the case. As soon as I was about to ask him, he got called to do dishes. This takes about 15 minutes. I thought about going pee while he was gone. As long as I told him that it was getting actually uncomfortable, and I did NOT want to have an accident, I know he wouldn’t mind. But I stuck it out. I held it. I played on my phone while he was doing dishes. He comes back after a while. “I guess you can go pee now.” I get up immediately, but before I leave, I turn to him. “This was my fantasy. You have no idea what you just did.” I go into the bathroom and pee for a few seconds. Nothing spectacular. But my mind is racing from yesterday. I’m pretty sure there will be a lot more stories to come from us in the future.
    4 points
  13. I haven’t posted in a while and to be honest, I’ve had quite the dry streak. Nevertheless A TON of close calls, especially at work, but no accidents in a couple months it seems. regarding work, I’ve been so unbelievably busy that I’ve inevitably put off bathroom breaks which is eventually going to catch up with me…. Well I was in Poland last week for a conference and it was an absolute blast!!!! Amazing old town and more than the average amount of drinking! My first night ended with a mix of vodka and tequila shots. Normally that combo leaves me wet every time, but somehow I didn’t pee my pants or wet my bed!!! Due to a sizable hangover, Tuesday was uneventful. Wednesday came and I ended out later than planned. I waited for a colleague to leave because I wasn’t 100% sure where the hotel was at. On the way back, my need to be was worsening with every step. He mentions that he’s hungry and wants to find a place to get some late night food. I was also hungry, but my need to pee was worse. As the hotel was now in sight, I declined and picked up the pace … I was about 50 yards away when I just couldn’t hold it any more and completely pissed my pants. Gray cargo shorts to be exact. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the night lock was on at the hotel and I had to be let in by the night staff who obviously noticed I had an accident. At that point, I didn’t care though. The next night was even crazier. I got back to the hotel extremely late and very buzzed. I had only packed one MEGAMAX for the whole trip and managed to put that on before crashing. I woke up after my alarm panicking because there was a good chance I’d miss my flight. Not only that, I obviously didn’t wake up once during the night because my padding was flooded through and my bed was a little wet… ugghhhhhh…. On the bright side, I did make my flight … I mentioned being busy at work… well it is normal to meet in the parking lot after work to have a beer with colleagues. It was a particularly good day, so I decided to join. It went down really smooth, but I declined a second one because I needed to drive and also there is no way I would risk peeing in the parking lot at work. Driving out, I decided to stop at a gas station for a few beers to drink when I got home. There was a small line, but I managed to make it without incident. I realized that I should have probably gotten gas too after the fact. There was a better gas station closer to home anyways. AND I get point when fueling up there anyways… at 2.23€/liter, that’s a lot of points!!! I should not have made this last stop. I’m not comfortable asking for a key for the toilet at the night window, and to be honest, I’m not sure they have one available. After paying, I scanned the area for possible places to pee and decided against it… with only 2 km to go, I was about a 9.9 on the desperation scale… that translated into pulling into my house and not being able to hold it before coming to a complete stop! The first burst in the car was a solid 5 seconds…. Exiting the car and standing up caused another stream to escape. Usually in this situation, the damage is already done and I just let it all go. This time I foolishly tried to make it inside to the toilet. Well while running to the toilet, I was already peeing again and as I pulled it out I of course peed on the floor along with a fairly significant amount in the toilet as well…. Got some pics of the last one at least 🙂 being wet is more fun than a prolonged dry streak!!!
    4 points
  14. Two friends spendet the first time a day together with their girl friends. The two young couples went to the city for sightseeing and for to go to the cinema at evening. Late at afternoon it was appreciable that one of the girls was needing to wee. She crossed sometimes her legs, she was rubbing her knees and she did all that things what girls are doing when they need to wee. It was not really to amaze, she was the only one from the four young people who did not use a bathroom all day long. ”Can it be that your girl needs to go to the toilet?” Asked the friend. ”Oh yes, she would need to go all afternoon, but she can wait until at home.” The boy answered. ”Don’t we not go to the cinema later at evening?” Asked the friend. ”Sure we go, we agreed that we go, or don’t you like it anymore?” Asked the guy. I absolutely like to go to the cinema, but it will last hours until your girl will be at home! Can she wait so long for to wee?” Asked the friend. ”Don’t worry about her, she can wait, she is good trained to hold it. She has a really strong bladder, she can hold it and she can wait.”Answered the boy. ”But why don’t she go to the toilet if she would need to go since so long, very urgently like it visible seams?” Asked the friend. ”That is very simply, she don’t go because i don’t let her go, she has to hold it for me, because i love it if she is holding a very full bladder for hours and it turns me on so much to know that she would need to wee so very, very bad ! And she likes it to make me horny that way, because she wants to get fucked very hard with her bladder full to burst, when we come home.”Answered the boy. At the cinema, the boy could not focus at the film, he did always think on the full bladder of his friends girl, he did think about that she did not wee only once from early morning until late at night. He did watch how tight her thighs were pressed together and he asked himself if her panties would still be dry. I think many of us would love to have a girlfriend like her!!!? Many of us would love to bring her home after the cinema, with her bladder full to burst!!!?
    4 points
  15. A bit of a surprise a couple of nights ago. We attended a game of our local minor league baseball team. They had a light show scheduled for after the game, but we decided not to stay for that. When the game ended, she said I've already used the ladies room, so I'm ready to head out. We did stop at the team store on the way out, but just for a minute and then continued out to the parking lot. As we got to the car she pulled out the plastic bag and towel that I always have and placed it on her seat. This was very suprising to me as she has many time stated her dislike of wetting in the car and having to sit in it. As she placed it, she made the statement "Don't get your hopes up. I know I just went, but I feel like I need to pee again." It's about 10 minutes to drive home from the ballpark. She never got fidgety or bouncy during the ride, but as we turned onto our street, I did hear her exhale and sigh, the kind you do when you just can't hold it any longer and lose control. A minute later we pull into our driveway and she says hang on a minute, I need to finish. Sure enough, she had wet her pants in the car. Even let me take a couple of photos when we got in the house. Really made my night. Hopefully this is the biginning to more frequent car wettings.
    3 points
  16. There was nothing like being a kid at fourteen and having an older teenaged sister, and there was certianly nothing like when she and her friends routinely came home late from the club (they had fake IDs) full of drinks and bursting to pee. This happened routinely, but there was one such night that was so dramatic that it has remained burned into my memory for years. It was just after midnight, my parents were already asleep and I hear the sound of my sister pulling into the driveway, she and her friends inevitably home from clubbing and dancing all night, which they often did with plenty of drinks. Tonight was no different. They come inside the front door and at once I hear the rapid-fire clacking of high heels on hard wood floors as my sister and her two friends Anna and Molly, come hurrying down the hallway towards my and my sisters bedrooms. The bathroom that my sister and I used was in the hall just outside my bedroom. I was still up and awake with my lights on and everything, hanging out in my room and my sister and her friends acknowledged me as we saw each other. Molly rushed into the bathroom first and Anna stood facing away from my room as she danced and danced in desperation outside the bathroom, or it wasn't dancing really, it was much faster than that, it was as if she was intentionally trying to make the loud stamping of her high heeledbshoes as fast as could possibly make them, almost like a tap-dancer, or someone making a drumroll with her heels against the hard wood floors. It was really dramatic just how fast and loud the clacking of Anna's high heels were, and I was frankly blown away with the apparent stamina this girl had, watching her long toned legs stomp and stomp and stomp as she just couldn't stop pee-dancing outside the occupied bathroom. Anna was wearing a blue romper that night, while my sister wore a red cocktail dress. Anna had lovely legs and a nice behind. I had known her for years as not only my sisters friend but also as my baby sitter, and it was weird to see her in such a compromised state when she normally had things to "together" when watching and entertaining me at the house alone over the years. Now, she looked like she was ready to pop. Just for a visual, Anna was very toned and sexy, taller than my sister, had nice tan skin, dark hair, sultry but pretty face, looked like a cross between Olivia Munn and Odette Yustman, had a nice tight ass and pert tits (her nipples usually showing through a tank top) slim stomach. From inside the restroom we heard Molly sigh loudly with relief as she peed. At that sound, Anna let out under her breath a strained, rapid-fire, "God I have to pee." as her high heels continued her machine-gunfire clacking against the hardwood floors of the hallway. The only other restrooms were in my parents bedroom and in the hall just outside it, and me, my sister and my sisters friends never used those ones at this hour for fear of waking the parents, but even now, tonight, Anna's clacking is in danger of being just a bit too loud apparently as my sister then said to Anna, "Anna, I'm sorry but I need you to stop clacking like that. It's too loud." as she gestured down to Anna's high heels. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh" Anna let out a long, strained sounding ohhhhhhhh as she proceed to stop clacking in rapid fire on the hardwood floors but now had taken to lifting one leg in the air for about three seconds, then switching feet, then doing the same again, still unable to keep both feet planted on the ground, and it looked as though she was holding herself as she was faced away from me. She suddenly whipped round, squeezing her crotch through her thin romper, as she said to my sister, "My romper, I can't get out alone, it takes too long." Anna said this as she reached behind herself to try to undo her romper, her high heels going back to their rapid fire speed. Anna's face was clearly in pain from needing to pee so badly, her eyes shut, her mouth hanging open, her heels clacking noisily, and just then she opened her eyes and saw me watching her through my bedroom doorway from my bed. She forced a quick smile as she squeezed her crotch again, saying, "Anna needs to pee-pee." with a desperate curtsy of her legs as she bent down and squeezed her lovely thighs together while holding her crotch with her right hand. Anna needs to pee-pee, that much was obvious, I thought. "Please help me out of this or it'll take me too long in the bathroom. Please." Anna said to my sister in rushed, desperate-sounding whimpers as she held her crotch, trying as she could to drive down her pee-dancing and clacking. I couldnt believe how desperate but how beautiful Anna looked in this compromised state. My sister started to say, "You'll be fine, Anna, I have to pee too-" before she was cut off as Anna then said the most beautiful words to my ears at that point, I grew stiff as a rock as she said in a tone desperate-sounding and rapid-paced, sounding almost like she was on the verge of crying, "PleasehelpmeorImgonnapissmyromper." spoken faster than I've ever heard anyone human speak before, as Anna desperately held her crotch with both hands now, her face scrunching up in pain. Just then, my sister freed the top of her romper, and Anna's gorgeous tits came into view as her top fell down her torso. She saw me see her breasts and her eyes immediately grew wide as she quickly rushed her right arm across her chest, covering her tits (or covering her nipples at least as her left hand remained glued to her crotch. We then heard Molly flush the toilet from inside. "Oh mannnn oh mannnn" Anna was now saying as with her eyes glued to the doorknob, she began stepping out of her romper right there in the hall. The romper fell to the floor around her high heels as she now was in merely her panties, still covering her breasts with her right arm, and the moment the bathroom door opened, Anna rushed Molly out of the way, leaving her romper on the hallway floor, Molly stepping out exasperated at the whole seen, Anna's romper still on the floor, me in my room, my sister there. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Oh Oh my God! Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk" we heard Anna moan and groan and piss and piss with ferocious force, her pussy hissing loudly with a high pitched his as she blasted the side of the porcelain bowl beneath her with unrelenting power and force for almost forty seconds before her stream died down to a trickle which dribbled down into the water as she let out her final sighs of relief. This whole time, my sister was still yearning to pee, and while not quite as badly as Anna maybe, she too was now stepping from foot to foot, her arms crossed, staring frustratedly at the bathroom door, unable to remain still in her red cocktail dress. When Anna finally finished in the bathroom and flushed and everything, she stuck one hand out to grab the romper, which my sister handed to her. "Give me a minute" Anna said. "Please let me pee." was all my sister replied as without waiting she qucikly rushed into the bathroom without shutting the door. At once we all heard her pee too, letting out a brief "OH!" as her vagina erutped against the bowl, before letting out a much quieter "oh goddd" several seconds later. Anna finally stepped back outside of the bathroom in her romper, shutting the door behind her. Seeing me again, she laughed and said, "Sorry about that, Alex." I dont know what she was sorry to me for.
    3 points
  17. Gabriella completely soakes her pants in this simple, amateur style, wetting video. Filmed by Alisha, Gabriella shows off her tight jeans to the camera before she intentionally pees in them. After wetting her pants, she shows off how wet they are.
    3 points
  18. So, this really happened only a few weeks ago and I still can't believe it... Earlier this summer I was at my (male) cousin's wedding. I realized that I hadn't seen most of my family from that side in years and that everybody had really grown up, including my cousin Elena (the groom's younger sister). She is 24, almost finished with medical school and we got along really well. As she loves the city that I live in, we agreed that she would come visit me sometime. So she did a few weeks ago on another summer weekend. A very good friend of mine was celebrating his 30th birthday that weekend, so I took Elena along. The birthday party started with a barbecue at his flat in the early hours of Saturday evening. Elena dressed in some tight blue jeans, a yellow top and black high heels and looked really stunning. She is about 1,70 m tall, very sporty and turns heads with her long brunette hair and her sun-kissed teint. Anyway, although Elena knew nobody at the party except me, it wasn't an issue as she is a very social and talkative person. She soon made friends with several guys and girls. And there was also at least one guy who heavily flirted with her, which wasn't a problem as she is currently single. The evening went on with lots of food, drinks and laughter and later we planned to go to a special club event that took place on a boat at the local river. The birthday host ordered some taxis for all the people who still wanted to come along. First, the taxis took their time, but then suddenly they obviously arrived and everybody had to hurry to get down to the street. It still took about 10 minutes until everybody could board a taxi as some girls blocked the bathroom and took their time to put on more make-up and get ready. Elena and I shared a taxi with two other girls and one guy. Before, Elena had told me that she is really keen on going out dancing as she had exams the week prior and had not gone out in while. The taxi drive was supposed to take about 20 minutes. On the way I noticed that Elena seemed a littly fidgety in the seat next to me. She did not say anything at first, but when one of the other girls announced "I have to pee so bad", Elena said that she has to go too. There were about five minutes left until we should arrive at the club and the girls were dancing to some music in their taxi seats, also probably to mask their desperation. We then arrived close to the venue. As we were one of the first taxis to get there, we decided to wait for the others before queuing for the entrance. The other two girls said once again that they had to "pee so bad" and that they "can't hold it much longer". As no other guests arrived in the next few minutes, they decided to go and relieve themselves behind some trash containers behind the parking space. I asked Elena if she had to pee as well, but she said that "it is okay" and "that she'll hold it". However, I noticed that she constantly crossed her legs and that the crossing and fidgeting increased the longer we had to wait. Then another two taxis arrived mostly with guys and they brought some fresh cans of beer. Elena reluctantly agreed to take one as well as it came from the guy who had flirted with her earlier. We started drinking again and waited for the last taxi with the host, his girlfriend and some other people. As soon as they arrived, we queued for the entrance. The line was not super long, but it seemed to take some time until they let more people in. The longer we had to wait, the more urgent Elena's need seemed to get. At first, she only stood with her legs crossed, but soon she started rubbing one leg with the other and stood with her hips slightly bent, while hardly drinking any more of her beer. Every few minutes she also pulled up her jeans, so that they sat even tighter on her butt and crotch area. She also completely stopped talking and it was quite obvious that she had to pee bad, but everybody minded his own business and nobody said anything. Once we got inside, we immediately realized that the boat was really packed with people. As it was still summer, we had nothing for the cloakroom and the host immediately led our group to a bar. It took some time until everybody had made their way through the crowd. I was surprised that Elena did not head straight for the bathroom, but instead she followed us to the bar were the host provided a round of shots for everybody. However, as soon as she had drunk the shot, Elena asked me if I knew where the toilets are. I did not, but since I had to go too, I decided to help her finding them. We made our way through the crowds and found them on the other end of the dance floor with about 12 ladies already waiting in front of the women's restroom. I left her waiting and went to the men's restroom just around the corner. When I got back, I immediately noticed Elena in line as she was a little bent over with both her hands deeply buried in her jeans pockets and a worried look on her face. There were still about 9 ladies ahead of her and when I told her that I'll wait for her she said that I did not need to. I still waited, but then it took too long, so I decided to leave. Just when I approached Elena to tell her that she'll find me on the dancefloor somewhere close to the bar, she asked me if there is maybe any other restroom somewhere. She added that "it is really bad" while gripping her upper leg with one hand. I told her that I don't think there is another one (there really wasn't) and that she had to wait unfortunately. I then went back to my friends on the dancefloor. I almost forgot about Elena for a while and only about half an hour later I realized that she still wasn't back from the bathroom. Of course I immediately decided to look for her, but I could neither find her on the dancefloor nor somewhere by the toilets. I then checked my phone and realized that she had texted me five minutes prior to say that she "unfortunately does not fell well" and that she therefore decided that it is "better to go home". As I tried to call her, she first did not answer. I then went outside of the club and called her again. This time she answered and told me that she would take a taxi to go home and that I should stay with my friends. I reminded her that she does not have a key to my flat and that I would have to go with her. We then agreed to meet close to the taxi stands. I went there and when I saw her I immediately sensed there was something wrong. She stood in a really awkward position with her butt to the wall, her legs crossed and her handbag over her crotch. She said that she just feels a little sick and that she would take a taxi to get home. She urged me several times to stay with my friends, but I did not want to leave her alone and said that I would go with her as she is my guest. When we tried to get a taxi, she always walked behind me, but then she had to walk to the other side of the taxi and I could not believe my eyes: Her jeans were wet from the butt area all the way down to her knees! I did not say anything, but she was now sitting with her wet and pissy jeans next to me in the taxi. We then got home and as soon as we were in my flat, she immediately took some clothes, went to the bathroom and said that she will take a shower...
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  19. It'd been a few days since I got to get all padded up, so yesterday I saved my morning pee until put a diaper on around noon and used it as often as I felt an urge till around 4! I also put a cute outfit on with it to take some photos! Enjoy my slightly schoolgirl-themed outfit as you catch a peek of my saggy diaper under my skirt and I have to reveal to you that I wet my diaper and I need a change ❤️
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  21. First of all: hi, I've been registered here for a long time, but never really posted much. Yesterday I had a fantastic time I'd like to share with you. I hope it's not too long winded… I spent yesterday at the waterside. I grew up near the sea but moved away several years ago, so I really enjoyed the fresh, slightly salty air and the smell of algae. There was a large area covered in sand and patches of grass, some of it tall enough to block the view, and I found myself a bench, relatively center of the area, but with a bit of tall grass behind and a clear view of the water. The weather was grey and windy, a feeling I've sorely missed. After sitting and relaxing for a while, I noticed that the ground below the bench was worn down to the sand layer, and couldn‘t keep myself from wondering how well pee would disappear there. I started looking around, tried to get a feeling for my surroundings. The path behind the area was rarely used and the sound of the gravel made it very obvious when people would pass behind me, in front of me were two people who were looking at the water just like I did, who never turned around. A few other benches around me were not being used, and I started thinking that I might actually get away with wetting myself right on this bench. I hadn‘t planned for this, so I had not brought anything to drink, and my bladder was empty, so after deciding that I would not leave the waterside before peeing on that bench, I got myself three half litre bottles of soft drinks and sat down again, already giddy with anticipation. Despite drinking two of the bottles quickly after returning, it still took a while until it started to make itself noticeable. I kept stock of my surroundings through that time. People came and go, some staying for a while, either on the grass or on the other benches, but there were many moments during which I felt unwatched. Every time I felt my pulse rising, thinking of what I would be about to do. After 1.5 hours I started noticing a rising need to go. I looked around again, as I had gotten used to by then. A dude was doing an exercise routine on the beach and a couple was sitting on another bench, with one of them probably in a position with visibility of me. I remember telling myself that it's not urgent yet, so I should savor it a bit more, and maybe the people would leave before I got really desperate. The people left, but only to be replaced by others. This repeated itself multiple times, and it was another 1.5 hours later when I was really starting to get into dangerous territory. I was about to let go, when two people sat down behind me on a bench, drinking a beer, and had a very direct view of me. I considered moving to another, more secluded bench, but a) I was getting doubts about me being able to get up without accidents, b) because my pants had a wet patch after two or three aborted attempts, which might be visible, and c) I really wanted to use this bench, I‘ve been imagining it for so long by now, that I couldn‘t just go somewhere else. In my mind I was shouting at the people to just go away and grant me relief of this torturous pressure. Unfortunately once again, as soon as I noticed they had left, I saw another small group appear. They were keeping their backs towards me, and I was just about to try to relieve myself in the hopes they don't turn around, when they too left me alone. I took another look around, and when I was certain nobody was around, I finally let go. No feeling could compare to the relief and satisfaction I felt when the pressure started to go down and I could hear the stream hitting the moist sand below me. I was completely consumed by this moment. After the immediate pressure subsided and I started pushing, there was immense satisfaction in peeing full force into my pants, on a park bench while looking at the sea. I gave it all I had, which was quite a lot, and it took longer than I anticipated. After I was done to the last drop and another quick check assured me I still wasn't watched, I almost collapsed from released tension alone. After a couple of seconds to come to term with myself actually having done what I‘d just done, I started to take stock of the situation. I used my foot to shift the sand beneath me and hide the puddle I had created, followed by checking how large the wet patch on my bottom was. It was surprisingly small, most went straight through the bench. The bench also didn't show much, so I decided to just relax for a while and keep sitting, while allowing my pants to get hopefully a tiny bit less suspiciously wet. By the time I decided to leave, the sun had set and I had drunk another half litre of water. In the dark nobody should notice the wet patch which had started to dry a little bit. I walked down to the water edge, and walked onto the small pier, I was all alone. The sea was glistening, it was a full moon, and I felt mesmerized by the dark water. I could see it through the floor boards of the pier. I noticed two benches at the end of the pier, and I was overcome with the wish to pee through the bench and over the boards into the sea. I didn't want to undo the progress in drying my pants, so I checked for any unwanted audience and pulled down my pants before sitting down on the bench and releasing another small torrent, this time all over the floor of the pier, listening to it trickle into the water. Like earlier it was an amazing experience to just pee where I was. I wished I could just pee forever. I quickly got up again though, the puddle would have been much more obvious on the otherwise dry wood, than in the sand. I started walking home, still giddy and slightly shaking. I checked the weather and was relieved to see rain announced for the early morning. Nobody would be able to tell it ever happened.
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  22. Pretty viewed video, so I’m sure it’s old news at this point, but I didn’t see it mentioned on the site anywhere. At 0:45 she tells a story about peeing herself laughing on a set. I believe she is 18 here, going from the date the video was posted (pretty tame story all the same). For those who don’t know, she’s Tory on Kobra Kai.
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  23. This is my first post here on Omo.org, but I’ve lurked the page for years. Its my first time putting my content up here. All feedback is appreciated☺️ FullSizeRender.MOV
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  24. A/N: As many of you may recall, I was a big fan of a story on this site called "Told To." It was a well-written story about a girl who was told that it was ok to have accidents. The story eventually took some turns and twists that kept it fresh, however, I couldn't get the original concept out of my head. I wanted to try my own hand at a similar idea, without taking the same directions that the now lost user "Peehour" did. I asked via DM if this was ok with them, but they removed their account before I received a response. Because the concept here is similar, let me know if you feel ok with me posting this and continuing it. My other work will return shortly as well. The Fish out of Water Camping. Camping wasn’t the first thing that crossed Bailey’s mind when she asked to tag along on the family trip this year. Then again, what did she expect? She asked herself this rhetorical question as she watched the hills roll by her mother’s SUV. Her face was warm from resting her hand on her cheek, and the summer sun beat through the windows. Turning away from the window, she looked at her sister beside her. She was crinkling the aluminum can of an energy drink as she finished her second can. “What?” “Nothing.” Bailey smiled, envious of her sister’s straight hair “She’s probably making fun of your nose ring.” “Mom! I’m eighteen now. Besides…” There was a pause, a quieting of tone “You said I could get it.” Bailey kept her smile, now at her sisters embarrassment “No, I’m just kind of jealous of your hair.” “Cuz mine’s straight?” “No, your bangs. I like the blonde highlights.” Bailey’s sister smiled brightly “Aw, thanks B!” “At least you two are playing nice.” “I’m over that high school shit!” Their mother gasped “Rebecca!” Bailey jumped in “I’m over that high school shit too!” The two black-haired sisters looked at each other and giggled. Their mother shook her head, her smile giving away her good mood. “So. How does it feel to graduate finally Becca?” Bailey asked Rebecca shrugged “Dunno. Happy its over I guess. How’d you feel?” Bailey shrugged back, joking with her sister as she said “Dunno. Happy it was over I guess.” She followed it up with a laugh “It was like four years ago, how should I remember?” “’Like’ four years ago? It was four years ago stupid!” “Rebecca, don’t talk to your sister that way!” “It’s fine mom! We can’t all graduate with a 2.6 GPA.” Bailey smiled devilishly at her sister Rebecca folded her arms “Well, I would have done better if you’d been there to help me sis!” Bailey backed off, sensing her sister was offended. She offered a response “Doesn’t matter anymore. You made it!” Bailey praised her sister, who gave a slight smirk. As the conversation lulled, Bailey leaned back towards the window, watching the picturesque pastoral imagery fly by. She put her earbuds back in, resuming her music. If it was going to be a long ride, she’d at least enjoy it. And she even had her favorite tea to keep her company. ################## A poke against Bailey’s arm startled her out of her trance. It was her sister, who seemed to be rather aimless in her bothering of Bailey. “What?” Bailey pulled her arm away “I’m bored. And I have to pee. What are you drinking?” “Iced tea.” Smiling, and expecting her sister to say no, Bailey offered “You want some?” She smiled a mischievous smile as she rattled the ice in the silver thermos. “Sure!” Rebecca snatched the thermos from her sisters hand and took a long gulp from the metal straw “Becca!” Bailey snatched her thermos back “I thought you said you had to pee?” “I do.” Rebecca smacked her lips “Good stuff.” “And you had the energy drinks?” Bailey was surprised “Yup!” Rebecca nodded seemingly unfazed Feeling her own slight need even as she had plenty of tea left, Bailey was confused at her sisters callousness. Their conversation hadn’t been all that quiet, and their mother chimed in from the driver’s seat. “Do you girls need to pee?” Bailey was taken aback at the directness of their mother’s question. Even more surprising however, was her sisters response “Yeah, I had those two energy drinks…and I’ve been waiting awhile now.” “Ugh. Tell me about it. I had that iced coffee, and a water. I’ve been waiting a long time too, girls.” Bailey was shocked at how open the two were. She tried to brush it off as just the fact that her Mother and Sister had probably gotten close while she was away at school. The conversation returned to some normalcy as the sisters mother asked Rebecca to look up the closest rest area. “Aren’t we about to go up that mountain?” The large land mass loomed in the distance, towering over the winding road. “Yeah, why?” Their mother asked “Might not be any area’s to stop.” “We’ll be ok.” “Oh. Never mind.” Rebecca almost sounded disappointed. “There’s one at the bottom of the mountain, phone says just 12 miles from here.” “Ok then. We’ll wait.” Bailey thought that was the end of it until their mother picked up her used plastic cup. The one that once housed her iced coffee. “Unless you two want or need to share this?” Bailey’s eyebrows furrowed, partly in surprise, partly in revolution. She looked to her sister for confirmation, to ensure she was right in her reaction. She wasn’t expecting her sister to mouth a question Do you want to? No! Bailey mouthed back, shocked. “Bailey wants to wait.” Rebecca announced “That’s fine. But we’re in the car, we’ll wait until we get to the rest area, alright Rebecca?” Bailey’s sister sighed. “Fine.” Bailey sat in silence for a moment. She twisted her curly black hair. She rubbed her eyes. Maybe she was dreaming. The kind of dream she sometimes mistook for reality. But when she focused again, she saw her sister, her hands now brazenly over the crotch of her jeans, staring out the window. What an odd conversation She had no idea what was about to be in store. ##################### The conversation played again and again in Bailey’s mind as the SUV smoothly drove along the two-lane road. The pretty meadows and large trees no longer lulled her into a sense of tranquility. Instead, the entire dynamic between her Sister and her Mother intrigued her. Why were they so brazenly talking about their needs? Why were they completely unfazed at the prospect of whether or not they’d find a restroom? Of the handful of times Bailey had been desperate for a toilet in her life, she’d never been so unafraid. She’d certainly never talk like that to her Mother. Maybe they have just grown close. Maybe I’m the odd one. Bailey shook her head. No. No, that was different. Bailey picked at some lint on her maroon leggings. She looked over to her sister, who had one leg bouncing at this point, her hands still resting on her crotch. “Becca, it’s the middle of summer. Why are you in jeans?” “Why are you in leggings?” “Because the A.C makes my legs cold in here.” Rebecca gave her a look. A look that gave the same reasoning. She added “Plus they look…” She stopped herself Bailey was confused “They look what?” “Hmm…Oh…nothing.” Bailey recoiled back into her seat as her sister looked out of the window. What is going on here? It wasn’t too much longer before the family spotted a big blue road-sign. Public Rest Area. Next stop 47 miles. Without so much as a word, the SUV turned onto the gravel side stop. A few other cars, most with bike racks or other camping equipment attached, littered the parking lot. Few people were actually there, and those that were, were spread thin. “Bailey?” Her Mom didn’t wait for a response “Honey, can you check the bathrooms here? Make sure they’re clean? I want to talk about something with your sister.” “Yeah, sure…” As Bailey opened the door and began to climb out of the car, she thought of the question she was just asked “I’m still not going to pee in a cup if they’re that bad though.” Her Mother turned, and as she responded, Bailey observed her placing the heel of her hand into the crotch of her olive green khaki shorts. “Bailey, sweetie, you’re not the only one who could really use a break right now. And I’d rather not pee in a disgusting bathroom if I don’t have to. And neither does your sister.” Shrugging the request off, Bailey shut the door to let the two of them talk and made her way to the public bathrooms. The long grass that surrounded the narrow main road was peaceful. Dotted with different flowers, and when a car wasn’t passing by, the sounds of insects and birds rang like a melody through the rest area. This peaceable moment was quickly dashed when Bailey approached the small wooden bathroom. The smell of stale piss that had been cooked in the summer sun mixed with the odor of countless other hikers and campers alike blitzed through Bailey’s nose and invaded her senses. Gagging, she turned away from the small structure. Coughing and gasping for air, she turned back towards the SUV. From her view, Bailey could see her Mother and sister talking about something. What it was, she couldn’t make out. The two women looked so dissimilar, it was hard to tell that they were mother and daughter. The shortest of the family, Rebecca was also the thinnest. Her blue tank top blended well with her light, acid washed jeans. She had certainly grown in the time Bailey had seen her. Despite this, it their mother was who Bailey had noticed the most change in. While her hips were wider than her daughters from baring the two of them, she had dropped much of the weight that she used to carry. The stress of being a mother had kept her overweight, but now, finally, she had turned herself into a much healthier woman. Her white t-shirt was tucked into her lose fitting shorts. With a round face and shoulder length hair, she had the appearance of a woman who was in control. She was the first to break her conversation with Rebecca and ask Bailey about the situation. “How are they?” “Awful. They smell really bad.” “Ew! Gross!” Rebecca chimed in. “I’m just gonna pee in my jeans.” The crassness and social moray of her sisters statement forced a chuckle and snort out of Bailey. Her sister didn’t always joke around like this. Or at least, Bailey thought it was a joke until her mother responded “Yeah I agree. You need cover sweetie, or are you just going to go now?” “I think I’d like some cover.” “Aright. Bailey, can you get a towel out of the trunk and give your sister some cover? She can’t hold it anymore.” Bailey’s jaw dropped. Her mother folded her arms just underneath her larger breasts and stared at the ground, seemingly in thought. Concentrating. “I’m doing it on purpose Mom! I could hold it, I just…” “I’m going on purpose too Rebecca.” Their mom interrupted “It’s ok to admit that you can’t hold it either.” Bailey felt as if she had fallen into another world. Maybe this was some sort of elaborate prank. Maybe they were just joking with her. A prank to see if she’d do it too. She looked her mother in the eye, wondering if she was going to laugh. To tell her that she was still so gullible. Instead, Bailey couldn’t believe her eyes. Her voice barely audible, a high pitched whisper. “Mom!” She gasped “you’re peeing!” A visual confirmation of Bailey’s observation began to appear on her mother’s loose shorts. The olive color darkening to a nearly black shade. Her mother replied “I told you.” She held up her fingers; listing “I had the iced coffee, and the water. I really had to go.” Baileys jaw dropped as the same dark stain that had begun to draw itself on the crotch of her mother’s shorts expanded towards her thigh in a quickly widening stain. Darting down one leg, the quickly expanding stain overran the cuff of her shorts and they began to drip. Baileys mother spoke again as clear urine began to fall freely from her now glistening shorts. “Bailey, dear. Please help your sister, and stop staring at me.” Her voice was calm and soothing. As if puppeted by an unseen force, Bailey complied, the shock of seeing her mother so brazenly wet her pants still searing into her mind. The trunk was open. All she did was turn around and grab a multicolored beach towel. But the sound of multiple streams and drips of clear pee splattering and spraying out of her mother’s shorts was still audible. The gravel and rock under her was changing color as it accepted her accident. A circle developed as random rivulets and arcs of hot pee splattered and smacked the ground. Slower moving beads of piss followed the impressive force, sliding down her mother’s larger, light-skinned thighs. “Uh, sis? A little help?” Rebecca motioned for the towel, her jean-clad legs now crossed over each other. Bailey tried to get the reality of the situation out of her mind. In a daze she wondered over to her sister, trying to block out the fact that she could hear her mother enjoying the scenery. And pissing her pants. As soon as Bailey opened the towel to block the view of her sister from the main road, her sibling widened her stance, her legs now spread. She bent forward slightly and put her hands on her knees. Looking up at her sister, Rebecca’s mouth opened in relief as her jeans began to sport a small spot. It was dark. A magnificent contrast to her light jeans. She closed her eyes as a loud hiss began to emanate from her. Rebecca’s stain took a much different form from her mothers. Instead of initially pooling at the crotch, then splattering through the heavy fabric, her forceful, hissing accident spread quickly down her stretched legs. Gravity had a better hold on her streaming pee and it pulled her hot urine quickly down the backs of her legs. Closing her eyes, she exhaled in relief and pleasure. Her eyes still closed, with piss running down her legs and now pooling on the ground and in her sneakers, she asked “Hey B, you haven’t gone this whole time. You must need to go too.” “I-I…I’m fine.” “No you’re not!” Rebecca opened her eyes, still peeing and gave a smile as she looked at her sister. “I can tell when you’re lying!” Rebecca was right, Bailey did need to go. But it wasn’t urgent, and certainly not enough to follow her sister or her Mother’s lead. She heard squishing footsteps behind her, her Mother was walking towards them. Turning her head, Bailey noticed her Mother. Her legs glistened, with rogue drips of piss falling of her legs as she moved. Her shorts now sported a full and very obvious pee stain. The inseam of both her thighs, plus the crotch, almost up to her shirt, was circled by a wide dark patch. She commented on Rebecca’s decision first “Wow! Honey, I didn’t know you were waiting that long! Look at that puddle.” Rebecca pointed, taking her hand off her knees. “Well look at yours! How long were you holding it?” “Too long. Bailey?” She turned to her other daughter “Are you going to have an accident too?” Bailey shook her head. “N….no.” Rebecca shook the last drops of pee off her jeans “It feels good sis! It’s not gross or anything.” “I-I couldn’t…” “Sure you could! I show you-“ “Rebecca.” Their Mother spoke sternly. “She said she doesn’t need to have one, she doesn’t have to. But just so she knows, I’m not stopping the car again until we get there.” Rebecca shrugged and grabbed the towel from Bailey, who provided no resistance. As she waked back towards the car, her shoes squished and squeaked. “And you even get these cool sound effe-“ “Rebecca, she said no.” Their mother was getting another towel out of the back of the SUV. Rebecca climbed back into the car, this time, with a towel. Bailey, still not believing what had happened, turned towards the SUV. She got a good look at her mother’s shorts from the back. Stained from the center of her shorts, up and around her butt, and down the backs of both legs, her act was not desecrate. She closed the trunk “C’mon. We can get there before sundown if we hurry.” Bailey stood still for a moment. She looked to the puddle her sister left. Then to her mothers. She thought of her own bladder as her need became more apparent. Just what had she missed while she was away?
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  25. I know I'm going to state the obvious - there are more males on this app, mostly straight meaning that they're going to have an attraction for females but even then there is so very little omo content for males and it's a little upsetting, female omo no matter how poorly written, described anything always towers over. I always try to make good content for all to enjoy and I love the videos and pics I put out but.. get no.. how do I say it, praise? , it's a little upsetting because I'm trying to be different and make good omo videos that I never see online all it is is female everywhere. Where are all my male omo lovers? We need more of us!
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  26. Got really desperate while playing but had to finish the game so xD I was way too full when I got to the bathroom and figured I'd just let go in the shower~ Forgot to take off my socks but it actually felt really nice haha so_good.mp4
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  27. This one is a bit old but I just love the spread of the wetness 🥰 20220814_203421_1.mp4
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  28. Here is the new series I mentioned previously! Hope you guys enjoy the double feature today! This series is an original series focused on girls wetting the bed. This series will not contain poop in it. It is meant to show the different situations where a girl would wet the bed, what they wear when they do it, and how they react. “Thank GOD! It’s been forever since we’ve had a field trip like this!” Cheer team captain Tiffany stretched her arms out, obscuring the faces face of the girl next to her on the bus seat. The team captain touted long, red hair which ended in waves as they touched just above her moderate chest. Her breasts only complimented the rest of her body, petite in nature, leaving little doubt as to how she was so popular on the team. “I’ll just be excited when I can finally get off this bus,” Alice snapped back. The goth girl with an attitude barely stood above five feet tall, but her black platform boots made up the difference. Despite her antisocial tendencies, she was as pretty as a doll, her dyed-black hair flowing to her butt with a singular braid running down it. “Tiff’s got a point though, ya know?” Suzu chimed in as she flipped the bangs of her short, black hair. Similar in physique to the cheerleader, Suzu was the pride and joy of the girls track team. She opted for a tomboyish style, donning blue shorts and a baggy purple t-shirt, perfectly obscuring the size of her small breasts. “Don’t be such a killjoy, Alice.” Jillian, the student council president, chided the goth. Clocking in as the bustiest of the four, Jill wore a cardigan that barely fit as well as a short skirt that was unbecoming of someone with the title “president”. Her blonde bob-cut extended to her shoulders, freshly cut to compliment her preppy appearance. “Whatever…,” Alice trailed off, knowing she was outnumbered. “I’m just glad the boys are on a separate bus,” the track her said, relief showing in her face. “The jocks have been real annoying lately, trying to pull pranks around every corner.” “Tell me about it,” Tiff chimed in. “At the last cheer meet, they coated the floor of the locker room in lube! It took literally an hour to get changed, forget about showering!” “T.M.I.,” Alice breathed, staring out the window as a “Camp Wellspring” sign came into view. “I’ll say something about it at the next board meeting. I doubt much’ll happen though,” Jill sighed as they drove through the entrance to the camp they were staying at. “I can see why the pool for who was selected was so small,” the blond girl said, lifting her bag onto her bed. “Four to a cabin, and only ten cabins split between the guys and girls.” “Hey, at least we all get our own beds. No bunk beds are a major plus as far as I’m concerned! And they even gave up all little nightstands for out stuff!” The track star patted the top of the wooden furniture as she plopped on her bed without a care in the world, before wincing a bit from the discomfort at the stiffness of the mattress. “Good thing too, I don’t think I’d be able to sleep knowing Ms. Smiles and Rainbows over there was rubbing one out above me,” Tiffany joked as she gestured over to Alice. “That’s funny coming from the bitch who’s pussy’s memorized the dick shape of every guy in school.” The short girl shot a stinging glare behind her, gluing her target’s mouth shut. “Aaaaaand with that, I think we should head out and have some fun!” Suzu said to diffuse the tension in the room. One by one, the girls exited their cabin in anticipation of the start of their week-long field trip. The day went by normally, with a simple hike through the forest. Some of the girls thought they had seen the guys whispering to each other while looking at them, but the day had been prank-free. After everyone had dinner, they had all returned to their cabins to prepare for lights out. “I guess the boys just weren’t feeling up to it today,” Tiffany exhaled. “Maybe they’re afraid of the camp counselors?” Suzu questioned. “Doubtful. They’re bound to do some dumb shit eventually. They were looking at you a lot after all,” Alice chuckled. “Sure you’re not gonna meet some of then out back after dark for some ‘fun’?” “Shut it, short stuff,” the cheerleader said, a blush creeping on her face. “It’s already dark, so we should, ahhn, get changed and ready for bed,” Jill yawned. Everyone else nodded or stared briefly before rummaging through their belongings for their night clothes. Before long, the four were changed into their sleepwear. The goth wore an excessively frilly gray and purple nightgown that covered her entire body, wearing nothing else but plain blue panties. The cheerleader chose to sleep in just her red and white striped panties. The track girl opted for a white crop top and dark green boxers. Lastly, the student council president was the only one wearing typical pajamas, alternating between orange and white stripes. “Alright, I’m all spent, so let’s call it a night, ‘kay?” Suzu said. Everyone hummed in agreement except for Alice, who was already buried under the covers. “Good enough for me,” Jillian said as she turned off the lights. “Good night everyone.” Within the hour, the four girls were out cold, oblivious to the fact that the boys were about to spring their first prank of the week. “Hmmm, it’s so hot…,” Suzu complained, as she slowly stirred herself awake, immediately bothered by an uncomfortable feeling between her legs. A lukewarm and wet feeling. “What?!” the short-haired girl exclaimed. She pulled the white sheets off of her bed to confirm her suspicions. She had wet the bed. The front of her boxers were now an even darker shade of green and the bedding had a yellow discoloration to it. Before she got another thought in, another voice cut her off. “Those bastards!” Tiff screamed. Suzu looked her way and saw that the cheerleader’s bed was similarly soaked, and the white stripes of her underwear were now yellow. The pieces started to fit together in the track stars head as she noticed bowls on each girl’s nightstand, with her own bowl on the ground. As she noticed that Alice and Jill’s hands were still in their bowls, the full picture of what happened formed in her brain. “So that’s what they were planning, huh?” Suzu looked down at herself, displeased, but at least glad that her accident wasn’t her fault. “Shit, this sucks…,” the goth said from her bed as she pulled her hand out of the bowl of water. She had similarly soaked her bed, but as she stood up, she noticed her gown had suffered a lot of damage, having been soaked in both the back and front due to the length of the material. She lifted her dress at the parts that weren’t drenched in pee, revealing her once blue panties had become dark blue. “It would seem that we were wrong to assume the boys weren’t planning anything,” Jillian said as she groaned in disgust. Her pajama bottoms had changed into a different color entirely, having become a color close to red and faint yellow strips. All four of them looked at each other, acknowledging that no one in the cabin was spared from their wet dreams. “Hey girls, rise and shi-,” one of the camp counselors said as they entered the cabin before being stunned by the sight of four high school bedwetting girls. “Get cleaned up, we’ll talk after,” was all she had to say as she left the cabin, leaving the four girls to their embarrassment. “I refuse to do such a thing!” Jillian protested. “I’m a student council president, not an infant!” “Yeah!” Tiffany butted in. “We were forced to wet the bed! The boys tricked us!” “Sorry girls, but rules are rules. You signed the waivers, right?” The camp counselor held her ground as she splayed four infantile garments in front of the girls. “I don’t see what the waivers have to do with this…,” Suzu murmured, eying the padded underwear in front of her. “One of the terms involves bedwetting,” the older woman started. “It says that if anyone wets the bed, they must wear protective underwear, day and night, for the remainder of the week. This is due to an increase in accidents happening here, which in turn has been driving our costs up.” “Sounds like bullshit to me,” Alice said in defiance. “Well, whether you, like it or not, dem’s the breaks,” the woman said through her southern drawl. “If you refuse, I’ll have to explain to your parents how you all wet the bed and were arguing with a counselor about it.” “Grrr…,” Tiffany fumed. After a few seconds she gave in, grabbing the pull-up and heading back to her bed, now cleaned up by the camp staff. Suzu followed suit shortly after. Jill grabbed hers as her made a disgusted face at the counselor. The short goth was the last to give in to the camp’s demands, but it wasn’t long before she accepted her fate. All four girls eyed the woman from their respective bed, demanding privacy with their gazes. The counselor relented and exited the cabin as the group of bedwetters put on their pull-ups for the first time since their childhood. Uncomfortable situation aside, the girls made it through the week mostly event-free. That night, the warm water prank was played on them again, but the boys gave up on the days after. They had thought the trick stopped working, when in reality it had worked perfectly but wasn’t visible to them. After an uncomfortable morning of acknowledging they were changing their wet pull-ups, the days went by fast. The only indicators that might’ve blown their cover were the occasional random diaper checks by the counselors, but the staff was nice enough to take them somewhere private for that. Afterwards, the girls made a pact, swearing to never speak of this incident to anybody. Eventually time passed, and they returned to a normal school life, but none of them forgot the time they all wet the bed at Camp Wellspring.
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  29. hi everyone! I’m here with another story I wrote a long time ago! I’m a real sucker for badass women being desperate, so I wrote a story about my all time favorite badass wetting herself. Please enjoy it! I hope there’s other people here who like Star Wars as much as me, haha! ••• It's not like Ventress didn't assume becoming a sith would be strenuous- in fact, she was well prepared for the opposite. It's just that... this seemed so obscene. So unnecessary. So juvenile. She was amidst intense meditation though her mind was far from clear. Her master had woken her up before sunrise and immediately dragged her to a solitary cave without explanation—without giving her the opportunity to relieve herself. So, hours later, Ventress sat perfectly and still completely alone. With a nagging urge to urinate. Peace is a lie, Ventress repeated the sith mantra in her mind for the millionth time as she mediated. She adjusted her crossed legs. It was getting bad. There is only passion. How long had it been? Ventress had assumed at least two hours. In addition to the pain in her bladder, her stomach rumbled with hunger. Dooku said it was critical for a sith lord to feed off the Force, but Ventress wasn't sure he meant it literally. Through passion, I gain strength. Ventress shoved the heel of her foot into her crotch. She really had to go. Weighing her options, Ventress briefly considered leaving to do her business— but Dooku would surely find out about it somehow. He would be disappointed in her. He might even punish her. She absolutely couldn't leave. Through strength, I gain power. Ventress felt like a kriffing moron. How could she, one of the most cruel sith lords in training, who had singlehandedly taken down more jedi than your average pathetic life form could count, become so weak at the mere strain of her bladder. She felt like a youngling with no control desperate for the refresher. Of course she would hold it until her Master came back. To think otherwise would be ridiculous. Through power I gain victory. Ventress let out a low growl at her frustration. She needed to relieve herself terribly. She had never been so desperate to pee in her entire life. She shoved one hand between her legs, though the pressure did little to suppress the pain. She found it impossible to sit still and fidgeted side to side. Through victory, my chains are broken. A spurt came out. Sweat began to bead down her forehead. She squeezed at her crotch with both hands, praying to the Force that she could just hold it in. Just a little longer. She tried to refocus herself but her mind was blank aside from thoughts about her bladder. Her slender body trembled. She needed to find relief fast. Ventress looked around the cave frantically, trying to find something— anything— she could urinate in. Unfortunately, nothing besides herself and some stalagmites occupied the cave. Another spurt came out, this one longer than before. Ventress could feel the warmth pool at her rear end, urethra exhausted from holding back a massive amount of pee. It took her a few seconds to regain control and stem the flow, but the damage done was irreparable. The taste of release was too much. Ventress needed to pee and she needed to pee now. She held tighter between her legs but nothing helped. Her bladder was overflowing, with a bulge descending into her tight skirt. The hem made it worse, slicing into her bladder like a knife. Why did she have to wear such tight clothing? Another dribble of urine pushed its way out of her urethra. Ventress tried to stop it, but the feeling was too euphoric. The dribble slowly became a steady stream, then all at once, the floodgates burst. Piss gushed out of her like a waterfall on Naboo—fast and uncontrollable. She had to bite her lip to keep herself from crying out at the release—surely it was against the sith code to feel such pleasure. The ground beneath her was soaked within seconds, as well as her leggings and skirt. And it just kept coming. The stream was steady and full. She waited for the flow to stop, for her humiliation to end, but it just… didn’t. Ventress was shocked her bladder could even hold that much pee. And it felt so good—every second felt like intense, unrivaled release. It was almost too much for her body to handle. At last, she pushed the last bit out. It felt like she'd been peeing for an eternity and the relief had been amazing. Though, now that she was finished, the damage was obvious. There was a massive puddle beneath her and a noticeable stain on her already dark skirt. Master would have her head for this. As if on cue, Count Dooku entered the cave. Ventress had been so preoccupied that she didn't even notice his force signature. He towered over her, standing shamelessly in her puddle of urine, an unreadable expression on his face. To say Ventress felt embarrassed would be an understatement. She hoped the force would take her body away and make her disappear forever. It didn't do that, though. It left her to flounder under the heat of Dooku's judging eyes. At last, he spoke. "Just as I assumed. You are weak, and lack discipline, my apprentice. Our lessons are only just beginning." Ventress shivered. Her skirt and leggings had already grown cold. Surely her master wouldn't put her through this again, would he? Count Dooku said nothing as he turned to leave, cape swishing behind him. Ventress thought about it. Yes, he would. The Force shall set me free.
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  30. @CarmenCD "When you're standing and waiting, you have to do something with your hands. If you're not browsing your phone, you will want to put your hands somewhere. Men have pockets on their pants, women don't. At least not very usable ones. So, they cross their arms, because this is a good position for parking your hands." One thing I have always done since childhood, and I now realize is probably because I'm on the spectrum, is that I never liked my hands to be empty, ever. So if I wasn't holding a pencil or some other object in my hand or even when I was, I would also hold a piece of string in my hand which I now realize is probably a nervous habit and I also do that when I am just waiting around like that.
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  31. Does anyone have any cute outfit ideas for what to wear over an adult diaper? I had fun dressing up in a schoolgirl-inspired outfit the other day with a plaid skirt and thigh-highs, and I’d love to take some requests for future outfits! My next planned outfit is a punk look with fishnets, a black skirt, etc., but I’m looking for more ideas and styles to try. I have a big wardrobe and live close to a mall, so suggest it and I’ll try my best! I have diapers and pull-ups too, so if you want to see something get leaked in, I’m already planning that with the schoolgirl outfit and a pull-up!
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  32. Haha no, my whole family will be there so I couldn’t get away with that, but I will come home with a beautiful dress to wear whatever I want under in my free time 😉
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  33. I’ve got a very pretty white skirt that I’ve been meaning to wear! And I have a wedding to attend in a few months, so I’ll have a nice dress for that soon too!
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  34. Five days later, Rena walked to Shawna’s front door- she truly was a spoiled bitch. Her wealthy parents had bought her a house since the 30-minute commute to the local college was “too far”. Had she parked in the driveway, Rena’s 2010 Honda Civic would have looked like trash next to Shawna’s Mercedes G-wagon. No matter, Rena would soon hit Shawna where it hurt most. She let herself into the house and allowed herself to enjoy the scene for a moment. Shawna was scrambling with preparations, and she barely looked up as Rena entered the house. “Grab the balloons on the table- we only have two hours before showtime!” As Rena slowly blew up the balloons and taped them to the ceiling, she noticed Shawna dancing between tasks. As an omorashi enthusiast, Rena was intrigued immediately- Shawna obviously had not had a chance to pee amongst the hustle and bustle! Suddenly, the phone rang. No longer pre-occupied by putting up decorations, the full realization of her neglected bladder hit Shawna. As she patiently gave directions to a lost guest on her cell phone, she wriggled on the spot. Finally, she hung up the phone and ran to the toilet. Carelessly, leaving the door open as she peed, she shouted more instructions to Rena over her noisy pee stream. Then, with a quick flush and pull-up of her panties, she was off upstairs to change into her sexy red dress. As guests started arriving, Shawna made a big show of welcoming everyone personally. Rena stood by the window with her beer, waiting for the opportune moment- she knew she had to complete phase one of her plan before things got too busy. When two cars pulled in together, she leapt into action. She slyly walked away from view as Shawna was opening the door to greet the first group, then made her way upstairs. She quickly locked all the bedroom and bathroom doors before retreating back down the steps. Twenty minutes later, the party was rocking. Well-dressed, fit boys and girls in their late teens happily conversed with each other, admiring each other’s youthful bodies. Shawna had mentally moved past getting the party started and was now checking her watch every few minutes and glancing at the door as she drifted around the room. Finally, her boyfriend had arrived! Shawna immediately clapped her hands and yelled for attention. The loud room slowly quietened. “Thank you all for making my 19th so special. Unfortunately, I have to get going now, but my best friend Rena is gonna make this party awesome! Thanks Rena!” Shawna gestured over to her and everyone cheered. “There’s going to be pizza coming and there are many drinks and snacks in the fridge. Keep eating and drinking- make this party great! Ciao!” Everyone cheered again as she waved goodbye and stepped out. Rena waited until the limo had driven away before excusing herself to go to the bathroom. She had a mild need for the toilet after not peeing all afternoon. There was a girl waiting in front of the locked door which opened as Rena walked over. A couple minutes later, Rena was in the small powder room. She smiled to herself as she lowered her panties to pee. Lacking a tub, this small bathroom was the key to a perfect storm. Everyone would need to wait to relieve themselves into the toilet- there were simply no other options. Especially after Rena worked her magic on the kitchen sink. After peeing, Rena nonchalantly made her way through the back door- she had intentionally parked on the street behind the house then walked around to the front earlier. She carefully pulled a large cooler out of her trunk and wheeled it back to the house. Luckily, everyone was still enjoying themselves in the living room area. Working quickly, Rena pulled several milk jugs filled with alcoholic fruit punch out of the cooler. In five minutes, she had two large glass bowls in ice in the kitchen sink. After emptying the jugs into the bowls, she set empty cups next to them. Finally, her magic touch- two plates of small cupcakes presented appealingly on both sides of the sink.
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  35. Surely they'd have to like it to a degree right if the content is good. But I know there are still plenty of women here that should be into male omo too right? The statistics are weird Legendary, I think what you're saying is good and how you give some good props to people for posting even if it doesn't turn you on.
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  36. Couldn’t agree more. I’m also straight but still I can appreciate a male (or other non-female) wetting post in terms of how much fun it must have been for that person or how much effort was invested in writing the post and contributing to this platform. And if that’s the case I leave an upvote even if it does not turn me on directly.
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  37. Thanks, will write down some more experiences in the near future I can only give an estimate, but she must have had at least two beers and the shot we had at the club. As I cannot remember when she had gone to the toilet the last time, I guess she held it for maybe an hour (or more) in total. I guess you may be right if she was a guy. I have no idea whether she tried to cut or use the men's room, but she does not seem to be the type of woman to do that. She is not generally shy, but I guess when it comes to bodily functions she rather likes to keep to herself. And there was a cleaning lady sitting in front of the women's and men's bathroom (the latter was round the corner btw), so they might have kept her from using it if she even tried the men's. There might have been several desperate girls in line, but none of them were visibly desperate as far as I could see.
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  38. Honestly I wouldn’t mind being either of those girls 🤭
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  39. The car seats were fine. I mentioned that she pulled out the plastic bag and towels I always have ready, for just such an occurrence. P.S. It's usually me that uses the towels.
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  40. How lucky that you have a wife who shares the feeling of omorashi and who allows you to share it with us. You must have a very fun life. P.S. I would have liked to see how the car seat turned out, I hope it was not difficult for you to clean it later unless it is leather upholstered.
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  41. My OCs

    He tripped and fell while desperate to go...
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  42. I went to a concert last night wearing a very short dress. By the time we left, my hubby was almost black drunk which gave me the right opportunity to completely piss my panties and shoes as we walked to our car. I loved hearing the squelching sound in my shoes as we walked to the car. I had promised to be DD and git to relish in my wetness the whole way home, with my husband none the wiser.
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  43. I have a pretty big bladder, which can be a blessing and a curse, since I didn’t feel as desperate to let go as I would’ve loved, but it meant I could fill it to the point of nearly spilling out! It did feel pretty great though, it’s hard to beat the feeling of release and the warmth spreading throughout it
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  44. I just reminded my girlfriend of this story and she got all red faced and embarrassed as I teased her about it, though we had fun talking about it. She can poke fun at herself over this and she’s over this now, so with her permission, I decided to post it. A few months ago, me, my girlfriend, and a few other friends were invited to a friends house for dinner. It was about an hour and a half away, so I picked my girlfriend up right after she finished her shift and off we went. Only a few minutes into the drive, I noticed her being a little fidgety, but didn’t say anything. Halfway in and it was obvious she had to pee, so I asked her “do you need me to pull over?” She doesn’t like to admit her urge sometimes so she said “No it’s ok.” “You sure? I can find a gas station and you can use the bathroom there.” ”No, I can hold it.” “It’s really not that big of a deal I can…” “Noooo I’m fine.” ”Suit yourself.” We drove a little more and I could see her desperation increase tenfold. She was now huffing and puffing and had both her hands pressed tightly into her crotch. I could tell she wasn’t going to last the rest of the car ride. This time however, I didn’t ask her. Eventually, she said, “um, I know I already asked but can you please pull over somewhere?” Her face was red with embarrassment I smiled and told her sure, which only added to her humiliation. A few minutes of driving later I finally found a place with rest rooms, and it couldn’t come soon enough. My girlfriend seemed like she was using all her possible strength to avoid letting any pee out. I pulled into a parking space and parked the car. She tried to get out immediately, but I kept the doors locked. She begged me “please babe I’m about to have an accident!” “Before I let you go, why didn’t you pee before we left?” ”We were really busy at work and I didn’t have the time to pee.” ”Why didn’t you ask me sooner?” ”I don’t know, I was just kind of embarrassed, please let me go now!” ”You have nothing to be embarrassed of when you’re around me, so promise me you’ll tell me next time, ok?” ”OK OK PLEASE LET ME GO NOW IM GONNA PEE!” I finally unlocked the door and she bolted to the bathrooms. She came back ten minutes later with a sexy looking wet patch on her jeans.
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  45. I love wetting these jeans 😅 Watching the pattern of the wet fabric is mesmerizing 20220829_214828_1_2.mp4
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  46. PART ONE Hideous. That’s the first word that came to mind when Cassidy saw the costume. “What the fuck, Audrey?” Her younger sister had warned her, along with an apology, but nothing could have prepared Cassidy for what was waiting in her sister’s room. Apparently there was some issue with the order the two of them placed, and she had been sent the wrong outfit. Rather than the hot fairy costume she was excited to rock, Cassidy found herself faced with the complete opposite of sexy. A pink leotard, a pink tulle skirt, sparkly pink wings, and a shiny pink wand. The childish, girly outfit had been laid out on Audrey’s bed, right next to the sexy wench costume Cassidy’s sister had ordered. How could anyone working in the costume industry screw up this badly?? Was it just because the word ‘fairy’ was the prominent label on both outfits? “Don’t look at me!” Audrey exclaimed. With a hand on her hip, she gave Cassidy a skeptical look. “Are you sure you clicked on the right costume?” “Of course I did,” Cassidy scoffed, “You were there, remember? I’m pretty sure one of us would have noticed.” Traditionally, the two of them rented costumes at the Renaissance Faire itself. There was a whole costume place outside the main entrance, so guests could find something fun to wear before heading starting the day. This year, however, they decided to buy costumes ahead of time. It was only a little more expensive, but worth it because they’d get to keep the outfits forever. Plus there was nothing worse than having to wait in a long line at the end of the day in order to change back into their street clothes and return the costumes. This way, they could simply show up and avoid the hassle of the before/after in the costume shop. “It’s fine, Cassie. You can just rent a costume.” “Cassidy,” she said, correcting her sister. It was bad enough that Cassidy was short and petite, while her younger sister was blessed with all the height and curves. The last thing she needed was her stupid childhood nickname piling onto her youthful features, “And no, I can’t. Then I’d barely have any money left for the vendors.” It was summer break for both girls. Audrey had just graduated high school, and Cassidy was on summer break after her first semester of university. The two sisters didn’t have much in common. Cassidy was academic and straight-laced. Audrey was the complete opposite. However, they both still shared the guilty pleasure of enjoying all things fantasy. Since it was more or less the only thing they connected on as siblings, and not something their friends really appreciated, they had established an annual tradition of going to the Renaissance Faire together. At first, it was just because Cassidy had a car and Audrey didn’t. Now it was just something they did every summer. The problem was, the Faire wasn’t cheap. While the shows there were free, they at least had to pay for general admission, food, and drink. Costumes too, as going in street clothes just wasn’t as fun. And then, for splurging, there were the vendors who sold all kinds of interesting things. Cassidy had just finished her first year of undergrad. After paying for two semesters’ worth of textbooks, outings with her friends, and a handful of other things, she didn’t have that much cash to spare. Her parents had already graciously given both girls a bit of money to spend, but paying for two costumes would really eat into how much she had set aside for the day. “What do you want me to do about it?” Audrey asked, “If you don’t have the money, then just don’t dress up.” “Audrey, that’s not fair!” “Sorry, sis. I’d offer you my costume, but it’s way too big for you.” “Ugh!” Cassidy groaned. It wasn’t fair. Her annoyance sparked a desire to leave a scathing review on the costume site, but that wouldn’t fix her current problem. She always dressed up for the Faire. Always. Her sister’s casual reference to her size didn’t help her irritated state. Audrey remained quiet for a moment, glancing towards the two costumes on the bed, then back towards her sister. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt to try it on, Cass,” she said, “You’d probably look super cute.” That was exactly the problem. Cassidy hated being called ‘cute.’ She already looked super young for her age, and always put a lot of work into her make-up and outfits to make herself look like the young adult that she actually was. Wearing a pink on pink on pink fairy costume would push her in the opposite direction, visually. She would look cute, childish, girly, and, worst of all, immature. “No, thanks,” she said, “I just won’t dress up this year.” Audrey just shrugged. “Suit yourself.” With that decided, Cassidy strutted out of her sister’s room with a huff. The moment she was gone, Audrey let out an annoyed huff of her own. Couldn’t her uptight sister just play along? The whole point of editing the online order was so her dear older sister would have to walk around looking like a tween all day long. It wasn’t a surefire plan. Worst case scenario, Cassidy didn’t get a costume. Since it wasn’t Audrey’s money, it’s not like she had anything to lose if things didn’t go her way. Still, she at least made a decent effort. The costume box in the basement was stashed away where Cassidy would never find it, and Audrey also had unrestricted access to her older sister’s room while she was off at college. When their parents weren’t home, of course. She had made sure to ‘borrow’ anything that might work as a makeshift costume piece, and figured even her Type A sister wouldn’t suspect her. Organized room or not, going to college in a year is bound to make you doubt where you left a thing or two before you left. Even with all that planning, however, there was one obvious problem. Audrey couldn’t push too hard on the issue. So far, she had played her indifferent sister role perfectly. Acting like it wasn’t her problem, offering plenty of alternatives, and ultimately shrugging it off when Cassie didn’t go for it. Her sister clearly didn’t suspect foul play, but she also wasn’t open to even trying the amusingly pink costume on. Yet. Audrey had one trick left to try. Crossing her fingers, she began changing into the sexy wench costume that would accentuate her own curves so well. Of the two of them, she clearly deserved to look like the older sister.
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  47. There is another good one on her twitter. There is no audio in this, but the quality of Wetting makes up for it. zww.mp4
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  48. I love male omo but have noticed this site seems male dominated and therefore female content gets much more attention. please men…I love seeing you desperate, full, hearing you moan and squirm and begging to be allowed to go. This woman will be very happy to read and watch men if anyone is up for sharing!
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