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  1. I'm on my way home from a party, I've already leaked quite a bit... Not sure I'm gonna make it home with a stick full bladder... Let's see in which state I end up home First pic 0:14 Ups... Already leaked...
    12 points
  2. Well, I'm home... I barely made it into the living room before losing it completely... There was surprisingly much left inside me. I really couldn't have held on for longer if I wanted πŸ™ˆ My pants are soaked... 20221204_012614.mp4
    12 points
  3. I shouldn't have said I didn't leak...
    10 points
  4. IMG_3380.MOV I've been out drinking tonight, in the taxi home I became desperate, there was no way I'd make unlocking my door then dashing upstairs to my toilet. Instead I pissed at the top of my street! Hope you enjoy
    8 points
  5. I've wanted to try @JayLew 's bedwetting roulette since I discovered it and to test the limits of my "diy mattresprotector". Today felt like the perfect occasion, since my roomate was out of town, I didn't have any plans for today and I already had some dirty laundry left over from some naughty fan yesterday. Basically the challenge gave out different numbered prompts and I would have to roll a dice, then do the according numbered promp. Here's the list so people can follow along.24 Hour Bedwetting Challenge.svg Full disclosure. It was never in my plans to actually do it for 24 hours, because I had no clue about when my roommate would show up. Instead I desided to go on with the challenge until I'd have done all 6 positions. I also desided to selectively follow the rules in the way that would be the most convenient for me without peeing anywhere but the bed. I hadn't thought about doing the challenge the previous evening so I was already breaking the rules a bit. I was wearing some mens boxershorts and a baggy teeshirt, since that was on the list I desided it would be good enough. So I got out of bed around 10:30 AM put down some protection. In this case a large black garbage bag and a towel under my sheets. When back to bed and dosed off for a bit before I felt sufficiently less sleepy. I hadn't peed during the night so I wet myself for the first time. After that I got out of bed to roll the dice. For my outfit I got a number 5, Fancy Lingerie. I picked out a pair of black lace panties and another tshirt. I also put on a pair of black leggings to keep me warm while I wasn't wetting the bed. For my drink I got a 1, which meant a glass of water. I was relieved that I wouldn't have to go to the store for the sake of this challenge it. Ofcourse, if I had prepared I would've bought the drinks in advance. I went to the kitchen and downed two big glasses of water. Next up was time to make breakfast. I made shaksuka, basically eggs cooked in spicy tomatosauce and covered with cheese. I must have a bladder of a fly because once my breakfast was done cooking I already had to pee again. I left my pan on the stove(on low heat, I'm not stupid) and ran to my bed. This time I rolled a 4 which meant I was mean to jump on my bed while wetting myself. My bed isn't exactly very big or bouncy, so I bounced up and down for a bit then let the rest out while standing on my bed. I was in hurry to get back to my food so i skipped the "play prompt" for this wetting. I finished cooking my breakfast and ate it with two more cups of water. Then I washed the dishes and made some coffee. At this moment I was already desperate again so I left my coffee brewing and returned to my bed. This time I rolled a two which was peeing upside down. I took everything but my panties off and laid on the bed with my feet up in the air. I haven't tried wetting myself like that before so it took a bit of time before I was comfortable enough to start peeing . After that it was very nice to release and feel all the warmth spread around my tummy and back. If anything this is something I have to experiment with more in the future. I was worried my coffee was going cold so I ran back to the kitchen. I drank two cups of coffee and one more glass of water. At this point my aunt called to ask me if I would've wanted to come to eat lunch with her. I agreed and she told me she'd come pick me up in an hour and a half. The clock was 1 PM by then. After that I brushed my teeth and rolled promts X4 and Y1. I might have also messed myslef a bit and had to wipe my panties clean with some toiletpaper and rinse them off. I knew that my aunt would be at my appartment in about less than a hour. So instead of rolling I desided to do the one prompt I had wanted to do all day. Number 5: "Kneel on the bed and release into a cup, then lay down and pour it over yourself." I kept my panties on while peeing on the cup to make sure I'd spill as much as I could. Then I layed down on my back and poured all of the warm liquid on top of me then rolled around in the pool of pee (Y2) to soak everything I hadn't poured pee on. I'm not into "watersports" but there was something very naughty and enjoyable about this none the less. After that it was time to keep a souvenier. I rolled one and took some pictures. As you could see despite emptying multiple full bladders the mattress was dry underneath. The towel I had placed down to cut back on the crinkling was super heavy from all the absorbes moisture. The only wet patch was on a spot that wasn't protected. (May next time I could experiment with taping multiple trashbags together for more coverage.) After that I showered throughly to get rid of any odors. I even used a bit of my roommates 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner and bodywash. Then I threw all the sheets in the wash and left to see my aunt.
    8 points
  6. POV: You're walking behind me... (Wow that angle makes my ass look flat... πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚)
    8 points
  7. Chapter 1 (Thanks to @DerivativeWings for proofreading) β€œSenator, we would like further comment on the recently approved Booze Fiesta program!” One of the interviewers closest to the Senator exclaimed, eclipsing many others who weren’t as lucky to get the latest scoop on the new government program. Not looking at the lucky interviewer, but instead at the cameras, as if she could see the thousands of eyes currently on her, Senator Isabel Luna replied firmly. β€œOur country’s alcohol market has always been a stronghold of our economy, having made up to 4% of our total revenue on prior decades. But there has been a steady decline on its consumption over the past few years. Through tax breaks, awareness, and the use of cutting-edge technology, we hope to bring our numbers up, develop the alcohol industry, and the country along with it.” She walked away, white heels clacking, past the crowd of interviewers bombarding her with questions regarding her program promoting alcoholism and the strain on elderly care that this could put on the health care system. They could not see the bigger picture anyways. A cutthroat prodigy with a blossoming politics career, she was making a gamble and was not going to be interrupted. She then got into a black Lexus that was waiting for her. β€œTake me home, will you?” β€œAs you wish, Senator.” A driver, who might as well be nameless to the cold aristocrat behind him, said. Inside, while fixing her make-up, she saw the 37-year-old wavy haired brunette prodigy responsible for a new gilded age on her pocket mirror, the golden child of democracy, sharp green eyes piercing the souls of any who dared question her competence. She was going to conquer this world, and no one could stop her. As the black Lexus drove away from the crowd of journalists, another woman was looking at her own car. She had a slim frame, shoulder length blue hair, big blue eyes, a red shirt, and a black jacket with matching tight pants. The blue haired woman was staring downwards at a beige Toyota that, in contrast to the Senator’s Lexus, had seen better days. β€œSomeone pissed on the tire again…” This was the third time this week that Irene AndalucΓ­a found her car, a joint-venture between her and her photographer, assaulted by the contents of an overflowing bladder. Senator Isabel’s press conference had been ironically positioned three blocks away from a very popular bar, business booming from the recent policy. But most of the press did not discuss what to her seemed like an obvious consequence. Public restrooms were already somewhat scarce to anyone who wasn’t a customer, and many were in a pitiful state. Not enough to be considered a public health emergency, but enough to where one would think twice about going to the restrooms. It wasn’t uncommon for a woman to rush to the toilet as soon as she got home from work, a date, shopping, from living a healthy life in general. Slightly inconvenient, but on the grand scheme of things, inoffensive. But the Booze Fiesta program meant that the average woman would be pumping herself of what was essentially a diuretic far more than usual on a city that lacked the infrastructure to accommodate for that, and the streets were already facing the consequences. Past midnight, it would not be infrequent to see women searching for somewhere private: a bush, an alley or in this case, the side of a car. After having clashed with eternal bathroom lines and rejection from local businesses that already had someone making good use of their plumbing, tons of women had no other choice. Irene, being a sturdy drinker herself, had also been the one power washing the pavement on occasion, so she couldn’t feel but feel some empathy. But empathy can start to run dry when the tires of your car get wet thanks to some greedy bimbo playing around with your city’s budget. She did not think things had to be like this, this was something that modern society should have already been under control. The government was supposed to be for the good of the nation, therefore it shouldn’t be too much to ask for public restrooms that would not be revolting or useless to half of the population. But politicians clearly didn’t care. Inside the car was a woman reclined on the seat, curly black hair falling over her black shirt, wearing a plaided red and black skirt, long legs clad with fishnet tights and crimson leather boots on the car board, playing around on her phone. β€œHey Alex, someone pissed on the car tire” β€œYeah, a girl came, I thought she was just going to tie her shoelaces. Next thing I know she got the whole thing soaked” β€œYou should really clean this car...” β€œEh, nothing good ol’ road dirt won’t fix. Car wash weekend’s almost there anyways.” β€œWhatever you say…” Irene then got inside of the car, reclining her seat, resting from the hectic wilderness of the press conference. β€œYou got any good ones?” β€œBarely, place was packed. Here’s the best I could get.” Alex then showed the screen of the camera to Irene, scrolling through the three photos she took. β€œTwo of these are just some random guy’s back” β€œYeah, they were almost good shots, but there’s always some asshole shoving themselves into the frame. Last one’s decent enough.” The photo currently on the screen was one of the crowd of journalists listening to Senator Isabel on the podium, her beige shirt, along with the white blazer and skirt combo almost made it seem as if she was emitting light herself. β€œOoh this one’s nice!” β€œIt better be, I almost got my arm crushed for that one.” Alex exclaimed, an odd pride coming through her voice. Irene then reclined her seat, exhaling deeply. β€œSo, anything spicy? Couldn’t hear the interviews with all the noise going on.” β€œNope, the big channel guys were all over her. No way around them.” β€œThose assholes. Who even watches that shit anyways? So many resources for something that is only watched by dying old geezers.” β€œOld money’s hard to match, I guess.” Irene said, looking distraught. β€œHey, cheer up! I got these!” She then took a can of beer and coffee out of her purse, holding it up for Irene to see. β€œNot a scoop but a sip! The coffee’s for me. Don’t drink and drive, y’know. Drink up!” β€œThanks…” Irene stared deeply at the beer can on her hand. β€œHey, all good?” β€œDid you know that in India 23% of girls drop out of school due to it not having any toilets?” β€œAh?” β€œThis shit’s serious, women should be able to pee in peace instead of catching whatever biological weapon might be brewing on public toilets or having some creep ogling her half naked.” Irene exclaimed, with a subtle, yet deep rooted anger. β€œOh right, public urination epidemic.” β€œThe whole Booze Fiesta nonsense isn’t making things any better either. They clearly don’t care about fixing things.” β€œHey, at least the account’s doing well. You can thank yours truly, media master Alex Merelo whenever you wish!” Alex said, bringing a hand up to her chest. β€œStill can’t believe the Ministry of Equality rejected the campaign. I mean, one’d think advocating for women to have proper access to toilets would fall in their area, right?” β€œThey’re all equally pigs, I tell you. The campaign account’s starting to get clout anyways.” β€œGetting blocked by fascists online isn’t clout, Alex.” Irene then opened the beer, gulping away at it. β€œI shouldn’t have to play Russian Roulette with my bladder every time I want to leave my house y’know.” Alex fidgeted slightly on her seat. β€œSpeaking of, coffee’s kinda knocking on the door right now...had to stay awake somehow.” β€œYeah, same, I had a lot waiting for that bitch to show up. My apartment’s close, let’s go. See, if this city was halfway decent, I wouldn’t have to go all the way home just to be sure I’m not going to be pissing outdoors.” β€œAlmost there, almost there…” Both women heard those words and some jostling coming from outside the car. *psh pshhh HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* β€œF-fuck yesssssssssss…” A strained voice moaned, being drowned by the sounds of liquid hitting the ground. β€œYou hear that?” Irene and Alex leaned over the car window, finding a well-endowed blonde in a short white party dress squatting next to the door, lacy lavender panties with slightly frilled edges pulled down to her thighs and a relentless stream coming from between her legs. Her face seemed absent of any worry, only bliss coming through it. β€œFour times! Four times, goddamnit!” β€œAh!” The straight-haired blonde jolted at the woman below her, putting her scarce balance at risk. β€œD-don’t you dare piss on the car paint!” Alex howled, β€œI’m so, so sorry, I couldn’t find a toilet and I just couldn’t take it anymore!” The blonde exclaimed, stream still going full force. β€œOh god, it won’t stop-” β€œβ€¦Wait, have I seen you somewhere before?” β€œβ€¦No, you haven’t” She said, her face suddenly pale now. Irene then took a closer look at the woman in front of her, being struck with a sudden realization. β€œHey, you’re Gigi Gali!” β€œNo, I’m not!” Gigi exclaimed, hands covering her face. Alex then popped up, phone in hand. β€œOh shit, as in, the fashion influencer?!” β€œThat’d explain the fancy earrings and watch...” β€œWoah, we got big leagues in here! Hey, can I have your autograph? Not selling it, I swear.” β€œWhat are you s--?! F-Fine, fine, whatever. But at least let me get proper first…” Gigi said, stream still going. As Alex was caught up in the societal whirlwind of celebrity worship, Irene AndalucΓ­a felt her blood boiling civically at the sight of the overflowing woman before her eyes, having just had a realization of the golden opportunity that she had just run into. β€œName’s Irene AndalucΓ­a, social rights journalist. Are you interested in an interview?”
    7 points
  8. "Just buy what you need and go! You'll be home in no time!" With determination she walked through the shelves and quickly reached the freezer were the eggs were stored ... or should've been stored. Tilly looked around but there was nothing there. "They must've sold out." It was late in the day so it could've been plausible. "Or maybe they moved them somewhere else ... but where?" She kept looking around, unsuccessfully, until she came across an employee, a short woman with even shorter hair, and asked: "Excuse me? Do you still have eggs left?" The employee contorted her face and said: "No, I'm sorry. We're all out of eggs for today. You should come by tomorrow morning again." Tilly nodded and thanked her, whilst keeping her disappointment secret. Now all that was left to do was leaving the store and go home to pee. She walked by the cashier without having anything to give her (always tricky to do without looking like a criminal) and then got out into the cold December air again. This misfortune made her feel alot of frustration, much more than necessary. Tilly didn't like the idea of walking all the way here just for her go back home empty handed. She knew that there was another grocery store down the road, but that meant another 10 minute walk. On any other day it would've been fine, but now that her bladder was taking up more and more space inside her body, she became sceptical. This left the woman thinking: "Should I risk it?" The answer was quick: the shop was the way to go. Tilly had no intention of walking back without those damned eggs inside her bag. The urge however got bigger with each step Tilly made. "I can hold it. I can hold it. I can hold it", she kept whispering underneath her scarf. She reached the building in even less time than originally anticipated, probably because she was quick on her feet all the way there, still, the woman arrived with a strong desire to urinate. To make matters worse, Tilly barely knew the place. She had visited it once before, years ago and had no idea were everything was stored. A big quest was now waiting for her. Tilly’s shiny hazel eyes were moving in every direction as she walked with shaky legs around the store. Whenever she had a moment for herself she pressed a hand or two between her legs to fight the pressure. It felt good but only briefly. The woman who only payed attention to the product she was searching, eventually got lost inside the intricate shelf labyrinth and sadly no savior salesperson or minotaurus was to be found. Not even regular customers were around, apparently it wasn’t a popular place for grocery shopping. Eventually she stumbled into a dead corner of the store. It was hidden, empty and silent. Normally she would’ve turned around and walked back. But not today. In that moment her desperate brain didn’t see a dead corner, but an opportunity. Blinded by the urge for relief she unbottoned her jeans and squatted right into the corner to let out a hissy stream of sweet sweet urine. Salvation! "Wait! What the fuck am I doing?!" Realization hit harder than her splashes on the dusty floor. β€œTilly!”, she got angry at herself. Scared by her sudden loss of sanity she aborted the stream. What a painful sensation. Phisically and mentally. Of course she wanted to keep gushing but common sense said "NO!". Tilly pulled her pants up and ran away from the crime scene without looking at her puddle spreading out on the floor. "It wasn't much. Maybe they won't even notice!" Now she had tasted blood. Tilly had to get out of the shop as soon as possible. Her purchase had just become irrelevant as she suddenly walked past a shelf filled with all the eggs in the world. "Of course!", she thought irritated "As soon as you're not looking you find everything you need!" The desperate woman grabbed one box and went straight to the cashier, payed and left immediately. Her nervous behaviour probably caught the man’s attention but looking at his lifeless eyes he probably couldn’t have cared less about anything that was going on at that time of day. To be continued...
    7 points
  9. Gf art again. I swear I will make more characters-
    7 points
  10. Oh no... I'm almost al the way there... just a few more stairs... but I leaked again... a lot...
    7 points
  11. New art (Real) 2 variations, because I couldn’t decide which one I liked more~ Originally the pose was going to be 1:1 of Jade’s victory pose in MK9, but that wouldn’t look very interesting in an Omo perspective, so I went with something different. There was also going to be a nude variant, but there was no nude model for Jade. I guess she’s only going to be pissing her panties for this one, RIP. I made this because I’ve been playing a fuck ton of Mortal Kombat lately. Expect to see more Mortal Kombat Omorashi soon. If you’ve got any cool ideas for some scenarios to put the other MK girls in, leave them here! I might just take it-
    5 points
  12. Really need some wetting/pee fun with someone, it's been way too long.
    5 points
  13. Ive worn diapers during winter times before and it is absolutely wonderful. It keeps you warm already with the heavy padding but anytime you really need to get warm you just pee. Its so peaceful
    5 points
  14. Hello, fellow friends of the sun, or... whatever πŸ˜† After lurking around and reading for nearly 4 years, and some encouragement from another person of the community, I've finally decided to post a wetting experience of my own! After a quite long day out today, with limited access to a toilet, I finally got to go home. I've already had to go for nearly 4 hours, but got really desperate once I got into my car to drive home. I started leaking around the time I got to the door and went up the stairs to my apartment, but decided to have some fun instead of just going to the toilet . I got myself something to drink and waited, until I just really couldn't anymore. It actually didn't take to long, just about 20 minutes after getting home, until I had barely enough time to jump into the shower. I completely soaked my jeans in less than 40 seconds 😧. I wish I had filmed the wetting itself, but my hands were a bit... occupied with holding πŸ˜… What followed was easily one of the biggest wetting I had so far, the wet patch reaching down and almost completely around my legs! Maybe I'll come around to post some more of my wettings later on, we'll see... Please don't mind any weird grammar or spelling, English is not my native language πŸ˜…πŸ˜…πŸ˜…. Have a nice evening/day/night/whatever, y'all!!
    4 points
  15. Girl admits she had an accident an hour ago. Would have loved if the guy probed her for more information. https://www.facebook.com/reel/835514384136269/?s=fb_shorts_tab&stack_idx=0
    4 points
  16. Your decision has been made: you are going to Betray Siren. Soon, you shall learn the outcome of this decision. You try to calm yourself. Think rationally. You would wet yourself if you didn’t use the toilet after this. That was surely a fact. Any part of your brain that thought otherwise was delusional, it had to be. On the flipside, you had no real reason to believe Siren would definitely wet herself if she had to wait a few more rounds. It was clear she was desperate, sure. But she had still told you to betray her. God, what if she was just sacrificing herself so you could make it? Somehow, you feel like she might do that. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you quickly push β€œBetray”. Sorry, Siren. No other ch- You are hit with a pulse of pain, pressure and tension from your bladder. It is fine now; you could focus entirely on holding now that your opportunity to use the toilet had been secured. You unbutton your jeans so you can apply direct pressure. You would probably have to remain in this state of partial undress even after you exit. It might be embarrassing, but you need every- Another immense pulse. The pressure down near the exit, between your legs, isn’t decreasing at all between waves. Instead, your urge to pee keeps rising above anything you’ve ever felt before. You feel a sensation similar to a pot boiling over as the liquid in your bladder looks for any space to expand, and finding only the outside of your body. Your fingers have found their way into your panties, and are frenetically trying to fill any gap between naked skin and air, physically sealing you up. Hold it, hold it, hold it…! Sh-! As the pressure rises to unbearable levels, you are hit with a third pulse. This time, it is all pain. You are left gasping for air as you flinch, which hurts too. You can feel the panic welling up inside you. You just needed to hold out until the vote finished. You had to. If you wet yourself, you would be stuck here forever. And your vote against Siren… Focus, focus, breathe, breath- A hot gush of pee blasts right out of you, physically parting your fingers. Fear and adrenaline is enough to cause you to redouble your efforts, quickly creating a clamping the exit shut. You are afraid to even open your eyes and assess the damage. How much did you just let out? Did you just lose the DP Game? Are leaks even allowed in the first place? Your bladder doesn’t even relent enough to let you survey any of that, as another full-force pang hits you square in the stomach. This time you resist, barely. The pressure wasn’t rising any longer, but it also wasn’t decreasing. And it was so, so bad. The sheer weight from your bladder directly against your pussy was unlike anything you had ever experienced. In any other situation, you would have gladly wet yourself just to be rid of it. Again it hits you. You don’t know how much longer you could take this. How much time had passed? You couldn’t tell, and you couldn’t open your eyes. Your fingers felt wet. Did you leak again? No, no you didn’t. Please, no. No more. And again. The intensity had peaked already. It wasn’t getting worse. But you were getting weaker. Your willpower was rapidly depleting. So was your physical strength. You were going to hit your limit, soon. Way too soon. You were doing everything you could just to stay dry. You- LIMIT CRISIS – CHATTY (Initial: 30% rate of success) HOLD ON (Each vote adds 5% to the probability of success) GIVE UP (Each vote removes 5% from the probability of success)
    4 points
  17. I think I would have followed-up with, "you know, you could pay your way thru college with that."
    4 points
  18. I was working on the new part as i realized it was getting too long so i cut it in half. It does end on a bit of a cliffhanger so i'm sorry about that, but with a bit of luck i might get the next chapter out by tomorrow πŸ˜„ ______________________________________________ Chapter 10: This continues right where chapter 7 ended, with Luna and Chloe falling into sleep after their wet adventure on the deck during the night. _________________________________________ Luna opened her eyes, she was looking at the curtains next to her bed with some light shining through them. She felt a bit groggy still while letting out a yawn. She realized she really needed to pee bad, but her bed was so warm and cozy. While rubbing her eyes she shifted on her back so she could check on Chloe. "Good morning sleepyhead." Chloe whispered in her ear. She got surprised by how close she was to her. "um...morning." Luna mumbled. Luna raised her hand to be able to see Chloe better, she got surprised again by how close her face was to hers. Chloe apparently saw her raised arm as an invite, she crawled close to Luna and laid her head on her shoulder while draping her arm over her stomach. "Uh... what?" Luna asked confused when she felt Chloe curling up to her. Luna could feel Chloe's breath in her neck when she let out a "shhhh, it's ok" Luna shivered when she could feel Chloe kiss her neck and said with a chuckle, "I heard you talk in your sleep." Luna didn't know what was going on, what could she possibly have said in her sleep that made Chloe act like this?? Chloe kept giving small kisses while going up to Luna's cheek, then nibbling on her earlobe. With every small kiss Luna could feel herself getting turned on more and more, she turned towards Chloe and lowered her arm over her shoulder. Luna looked her straight in the eyes when Chloe closed hers, leaned in and kissed her on her lips. Luna had no idea what exactly was happening but she didn't really care at this point anymore as she started kissing her back. They started making out like this for a few minutes while Chloe had been caressing her stomach first, but quickly moved up to her chest, to then move her hand down and go under her t-shirt. Luna could feel Chloe's soft hands caressing her breasts under her shirt. Luna could feel herself heat up, breathing heavily when suddenly Chloe's lips parted slightly, allowing Luna's tongue to slip inside deepening the kiss. Chloe let out a small moan, while answering Luna's advance with her hand sliding down. Luna spread her legs when she could feel how Chloe's hand entered her shorts, with a shiver going over her spine she could feel Chloe's hand entering her panties and after a small pause just to tease her, she finally slid her finger over her clit. It felt like electricity going through her as Chloe started to rub her clit now. Her arousal was going up at an insanely fast rate, getting her closer to an orgasm with every second, but so was her need to pee. "No stop, i'm gonna pee in bed, stop!" Luna begged. Chloe whispered in her ear, "shhhh, just do it, you'll like it." Luna could feel how Chloe slid two fingers in her, electricity going through her body as she started fingering her. They started kissing again, pressing their lips togheter and Luna letting out moans while getting closer and closer to finishing, knowing she was gonna lose control over her bladder if that happened... She didn't want Chloe to stop though as waves of pleasure where going through her body. Chloe picked up the pace and this was too much for Luna, after just a few seconds she zoned out and moaned loudly as she reached her climax and welcomed the feeling of herself losing control over her bladder as a torrent of pee shot out of her. _________________________________ Luna gasped and shot up in her bed as she woke up from her dream. No Chloe in her embrace anymore but her orgasm was still very real, she involuntarily thrust her pussy forward as she felt spurts of pee going in her panties with every spasm, loud enough that she could hear the hissing. Waves of pleasure coursing through her body made it that she couldn't stop even if she wanted to. She could feel the wetness and warmth spread and pool around her while sitting in bed, while after a few seconds her orgasm finally subsided, letting out the last few spurts in her panties made her mind come slowly back to reality. Realizing in horror that she had soaked their bed because of the dream, she checked on her side to look at Chloe, who was slowly waking up, opening her eyes and stretching. "I thought i could hear a hissing sound. Holy shit did you just pee in bed?" Chloe mumbled sleepily Luna her mind was racing, even though she was still groggy from sleep, she needed to figure out an explanation for all of this. She could feel her pee soaking in the mattress when she realized Chloe only noticed the last few seconds of her dream induced orgasm, she thought she had simply wet the bed. She suddenly noticed the light for the toilet was red. "Um... the toilet, it's uh, you know, it's... red." Luna stammered. "Wait, why is the toilet red? i'm bursting to pee!" Chloe suddenly veered up. "Look through the curtains, it's light outside." Luna said, trying not to sound as if she had just found that out herself. Turned out they had gone to sleep so late that it was already past morning by now and their toilet switched to red. "So... you just went and peed in bed?" Chloe asked confused while she lowered herself back and under her sheets. "Well i mean..." Luna was thinking as hard as she could while answering, "These beds dry up so quickly anyway and... I still felt really sleepy... and... i still needed to shower in the morning anyway... and... i was gonna throw my pajamas in the laundry bin anyway and put on a new one tomorrow, you knew they'll wash them anyway so i thought, and everything that happened on our little adventure yesterday kind of made me think of how it would feel." Luna stammered through all of it while making all of it up in the moment. Hoping it was believable even though it's still super embarrassing. Luna continued with the half truth now, "I'm sorry! i kind of lost control if i'm honest." She said defeated. Chloe didn't really respond immediatly, Luna noticed she was fidgeting under her sheets, was she holding herself? "So... how did it feel?" Chloe asked finally. "Um..." Luna thought about her answer, she answered shyly "I hope it's not too weird if i say i also liked it similarly to yesterday?" "haha, no it's ok, i also kind of liked it." Chloe said while still fidgeting, after a small pause she continued with a mischievous smile, "It's so warm and cozy, i don't really want to get out of bed." Luna noticed the expression on Chloe's face, she was already heating up just thinking of the prospect of Chloe wetting her bed while laying next to her. Luna lowered herself under her sheets again. Lying on her side looking at Chloe who she could just see enough in the almost dark room. "Just try it, what do you have to lose?" Luna said hopefully. Luna could see how Chloe's eyes sparkled when she said, "Promise you won't tell anyone?" "I promise this is our little secret." Luna reassured her with a big smile. Luna started getting fluttering feelings in her stomach knowing what Chloe was gonna do, Chloe shifted on her back and after a few seconds Luna could tell from her expression she was pushing. "Oh that's warm." She said while letting out a gasp, "Holy shit i'm peeing" When Luna could start hearing the hissing coming from the other side of the bed she had to try hard to not shove her hand in her panties, instead she put her hands between her legs and on her crotch and started to push. Now feeling her own stream hit the inside of her panties and soak her hands made her feel absolute bliss. "Screw it, I'm letting out the rest." Luna said shamelessly. "Oh god, i can feel it start to spread." Chloe said letting out a sigh, "Why does this feel so good?" "No idea, but i'm glad i'm not a complete weirdo for enjoying this." Luna answered while her pee was running down and further soaking her pants and sheets. They both started giggling when Chloe said, "Maybe we're just both weirdos." Both their streams subsided when Chloe turned on her side again, both girls were looking at each other now, They both let out a sigh in unison, giggled and both were smiling at each other. Luna noticed Chloe was really enjoying this as well. "This cruise has been wild so far." Chloe said. "And you have no idea how glad i am it's with you." Luna started blushing, hold on what exactly does she mean with that? Chloe crawled a little bit closer to her. "You know what i told you earlier on the deck? I never actually told anyone that before." Chloe whispered now. "Luna whispered back, "Anything to help, you've done plenty for me as well so this is the least i can do." Luna was now wondering... no, hoping that she was wrong about Chloe not sharing the same feelings like she did, she gained a sparkle of hope that maybe they could be more than just friends. Her heart rate started going up as she crawled closer as well, she accidentally touched her hand under the sheets and to her surprise Chloe grabbed her hand. Luna's heart skipped a beat. "I never really thanked you properly for listening to me yesterday night out on the deck, you really mean a lot to me." Chloe whispered, "So thank you" Luna could see that trademark smile of Chloe, while seeing her eyes slightly sparkle in the dimly lit room. She noticed how close their faces actually were, yet that last little bit of space between them seemed like a lot to overcome. She wanted to embrace her, cuddle up to her and kiss her. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she wondered if Chloe was thinking the same as her. However, again... she was overthinking things. Luna whispered back, "Don't worry about it, i'm here for you and you can tell me anything, really." Luna actually wanted to tell her how she felt about her, even if the idea of getting rejected scared her to death. "Chloe i... " Luna didn't really know how to say it, "I mean..." she stumbled over her words and stammered. As suddenly Chloe let lose of her hand and crawled back to her side, "I'm sorry i made it awkward." Chloe blurted out, "just forget i did that, all i wanted to say is just... I'm glad you're my best friend." At the end she let out a massive yawn, closing her eyes. "Maybe we should get some more sleep, i'm beat." Just for a few seconds Luna had gotten a little bit of hope of Chloe sharing the same feelings like her but she felt it fade almost instantly, her heart sank trough her chest when she realized Chloe never wanted to be anything more than friends. It's wholesome what she said, and she should be happy for herself that she meant so much to Chloe. So why could she feel tears well up in the corners of her eyes? Luna also crawled back to her side of the bed, she lifted the sheets a bit higher trying to hide her tears in case Chloe would look. She felt like a moron. She felt a lump in her throat the whole time while she tried to fall asleep, why did this hurt so much... she thought, eventually she turned around with her back to Chloe and eventually falling asleep in her soaked pajama shorts and bed. Even knowing she had fulfilled one of her fantasies of wetting her bed she didn't even care right now. ___________________________________ Luna opened her eyes and let out a yawn and stretched. When she felt her damp shorts and bed she got reminded of what had happened during the night... well morning rather, she also noticed how her full bladder had gotten full again. She took a bottle of water off of the bedside table and took some gulps. Luna had calmed down now from their little talk they had earlier in the morning as she had some time to think, putting things in perspective, she still had her best friend by her side on this fantastic cruise. Even if she has to accept they would never be more than friends, they had grown closer than ever she felt like, even sharing in her secret and indulging in her kink. Thinking about that, she really needed to pee and even if she really enjoyed her bedwetting/orgasm combination in the moment, she was mortified what Chloe would've thought of it. With the cold shower of getting friendzoned she hadn't really enjoyed it all that much. Chloe was still sound asleep but knowing she had willingly wet the bed and had admitted she liked it Luna felt like she wouldn't judge her if she wet her bed right now. With that said, she shifted on her back, pulled the sheets a bit higher to her chin, got all comfortable and started to relax her bladder. Nothing was coming out but she didn't push either, she was laying nice and comfy just waiting for it to finally happen, and after about a minute of just relaxing she could feel the first drops entering her panties. Her heartbeat started to increase and she started biting her lip as she felt a trickle started to escape and slowly form into a stream. Her crotch got all nice and warm as she could feel the wetness start to spread while rewetting her panties and shorts. Warmth slowly spreading downwards and starting to pool downwards and to her delight she started to feel her butt heat up. She relished the moment as she fully relaxed and her stream started to pick up force. Not worried that Chloe would hear it she started to hear her hissing sound coming from under her sheets accompanied with her warmth and wetness slowly expanding in her bed. Enjoying the moment she couldn't help to let out a small moan and decided to go down with her hand in her panties, she could feel her own stream run through her fingers. Until her stream finally died out, feeling content now that she had emptied her bladder in her shorts and bed she closed her eyes again and just enjoyed the feeling of her soaked bed. Slowly feeling her pee soaking into the mattress she felt herself being satisfied with what she just did. Sitting up now in bed, after taking some more gulps from her water bottle she checked her phone and after a few minutes she felt Chloe was starting to wake up. "Good morning, how's my favorite bedwetter today?" Luna asked jokingly. "Don't say it like that! It's embarrassing now!" Chloe said still half mumbling and groggy. Luna laughed, "it's fine, i'm just joking." "Actually i had almost forgotten i did that, but then you reminded me and i could feel my soggy shorts." Chloe said as they both giggled at their naughtiness. Chloe also picked a bottle from her own night stand and took a few gulps, right after she squirmed a little bit she got into thinking it seemed. Chloe said a bit shy, "I don't want to get out of bed just yet to go shower, but i really need to pee." "Oh no you're not thinking of wetting the bed again are you?" Luna said jokingly, "Don't worry, i literally did that a few minutes ago but you were still sleeping, my side of the bed is completely soaked right now." "Show!" Chloe shouted as she pulled away the bed sheets. Now Luna's soaked bed and pajama shorts were revealed, she was feeling the embarrassment now but meanwhile she also saw the sexy damp shorts of Chloe with her own faded stain on her bed. Chloe shifted now to also sitting up right in bed next to Luna but slightly turned towards her and spread her legs wide open, Luna could see her pink panties peak through her leg hole. Chloe let out a loud sigh as immediately Luna could see how Chloe started pushing her pee in and through her grey pajama shorts, while some was also flowing out of her pants legs and onto the bed. Making her soggy shorts turn completely dark grey again while she was fully rewetting them. Luna could see how her pink panties were turning a darker shade of pink again while her pee was starting to pool around her now. Luna got massively turned on by this scene as her friend was without any shame relieving herself in her shorts and bed right next to her. Luna could feel the rest of her despair from earlier fading away with this glorious sight. _____________________________ After some browsing on their phones under the blanket Chloe decided to go take a shower, Luna said she would follow right after and then start their day. As Chloe got out of bed and walked to the shower with her fresh clothes Luna couldn't keep her eyes off of her, her shorts were drenched while clinging to her butt, the pee had crept up to her shirt as well. That's hot as hell Luna thought, and as Chloe locked the door she couldn't help to shove her hand in her shorts and start playing with herself, rubbing her clit and fingering herself with the scene replaying in her head of Chloe deliberately wetting her bed just minutes ago as well as her dream she has had earlier. Pressure was building up inside her and while playing, she was ecstatic from the pure pleasure she was feeling. When she finally reached her climax she felt herself squirting in her panties, not that she was worried wetting her panties more as they were already soaked anyway. Luna realised both wetting and Chloe turned her on so much, but the combination of both togheter gave her the most incredible orgasms she had ever felt. Laying on her bed with her hand still in her pants, heavily panting and fully satisfied once more. She stayed like that, relaxing until it was her turn to shower. _____________________________ Hot water was caressing her body while her mind wondered off, she couldn't deny anymore that she had completely fallen for Chloe at this point, she felt like a total moron. A lump formed in her throat again when she remembered how Chloe had said how happy she was they were best friends. Luna came to the conclusion that there was nothing she could do besides trying to move on and accept they'll never be more than friends, because lingering over this is only gonna hurt her more. She had felt feelings for Chloe before these past days but she hadn't gotten hurt over it yet, until now that is. But damn Chloe had looked cute in her soaked pajamas. Shaking her head as if trying to get the thought out, she started to wash herself and think about something else. ________________________________ They got dressed and headed out for lunch, Luna was wearing tight jeans short shorts with a blue top and Chloe went with comfortable shorts and a t-shirt. When Luna was picking out her clothes she realized when she was already in the shower that she had picked those clothes because she thought she looked sexy in them for Chloe... Again, what's the point? She felt like a moron again. They went to one of the dining halls and as they were eating they were checking out in the app on their phones what they wanted to do next. Going over all the events and things to do they happily talked about the activities they saw passing by. They both got reminded how extensive the list of activities as that this ship had to offer. Just as they finished their lunch Chloe pointed out there was a theatre show starting very soon, maybe if they hurried they could catch it. Luna was all for as she had wanted to see it anyway so they quickly finished the rest of their food, downed their drinks and took one extra for underway as it was quite a walk still. Luna could already feel her bladder start to fill as they left though. They had made their way to the entrance of the hall where the show was being held and they got there right on time. Quickly looking around and reading the info on the panel next to the door how acces to the show actually worked and to their disbelief they realized they had made the trip for nothing. Tickets were free but you had to order them beforehand and the tickets for this show were all gone already. Just as they wanted to leave dissapointed and empty handed they heard a familiar voice. "Yo Luna, yo Chloe!" Emma and Billy shouted while they walked over to them. They quickly caught up and started talking about their predicament and to Chloe and Luna's luck they had 2 extra tickets for the show, their parents were gonna be joining them but they changed their mind just a few minutes ago and let them go alone, so they gave the tickets to Luna and Chloe. Lucky for them they will be seeing the show after all...
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  20. Yeah... I can't even walk in a straight line because I'm potty-dancing... Well... I'm grabbing my crotch, even though I know it won't do much. I'm hopping from foot to foot, while walking, which results in me barely going forward... I wonder how long it will take me to get home at this pace... I'm constantly stopping to prevent more leaks... Aww thanks πŸ₯² Hopefully you won't be too embarrassed because of me...
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  21. I would walk with you and pee my pants a little bit every time you do to make you feel betterπŸ’šπŸ₯Ί
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  22. I’ll start with a little preface. I’ve never really written any fiction or fantasies on here before until lastnight. I had actually originally posted this as a response on the omo fantasies thread under omo general. It really was a lot for a simple response on a thread and I also wanted to add more to it so I felt it may be a little more fitting to put this here. I may not be the best with this, I’m usually writing about first hand experiences but this one was just too good not to share so excuse my lack of writing abilities! For me, one of my biggest fantasies would be to spend the evening out on the slopes drinking and having a good time with a lady friend. Then have it devolve into us both wetting our pants together and discovering that she’s very much into it so here’s a little outline of how I imagine it all playing out. I meet a nice girl at the local coffee shop and we end up talking quite a bit. She’s super cute and we really hit it off. It turns out we both love being outdoors, hiking and snowboarding so we decide to meet up in the afternoon at the local ski resort for a night out on the slopes. We end up having a great time taking majestic pow runs through the woods all day and drinking beers on the lift, popping back in to the lodge frequently to use the bathroom and grab drinks at the bar. We take some runs with some of our friends for a bit before we all have a beer together in the parking lot and they go off they’re separate ways. By this point i have a slight urge to pee but know I can always duck off behind a tree on the way down so it’s not a big deal to me. I ask if she wants to run inside quick before we go back up but given how crowded and busy it looks down at the lodge, combined with the short lift line she says β€œit’s all good, let’s take another run and go back after” Fast forward about 20 minutes. The lift operator seemed to be having some minor issues with the lift and it stopped inexplicably about 3 times, a few minutes at a time, while we were in line to get on. I had felt my urge to pee grow considerably during that time but we had finally made it on the lift and were on our way up. By this time It’s after dark and we both have a nice little buzz going when the lift suddenly stops about halfway up the mountain. There’s no one on the chairs in front of us or behind us and we both have to pee pretty bad but have been trying to stay strong and not show it, so neither of us knows how bad the other has to go. Ten minutes go by and we see a bunch of workers on snowmobiles heading down towards the bottom of the lift and it seems pretty evident to us both that they’re having some technical problems and we may be stuck there for a bit until they can get it going. By this point I’m clenching my thighs together and wiggling my toes in my boots but making my best effort to not show how bad I really have to go. We chat and joke about the situation and I start to notice she’s squirming around a little but I pretend not to notice. A few minutes later a ski patroller is skiing down the mountain below us and she yells down to him nervously asking how long he thinks it will be until we’re moving again. He tells us to be patient and that they will hopefully have us going again in a few minutes. By this point I’m already doing the math in my head, knowing it’s still another ten minute ride up once the lift starts going again. I look over at her and she’s visibly squirming and bouncing in her seat. I reassure her it’s no big deal, these things happen sometimes and she tells me she understands that, she just has to pee sooo bad. She looks down at my legs and back up at me and asks if I do too because she thought she saw me fidgeting and squirming a little. I tell her I actually do have to piss incredibly bad and joke that if it takes any longer my eyeballs will start floating. By this time we’re both squirming around desperately and unable to really say too much. Another 5 minutes pass and she tells me she’s afraid she’s going to pee her pants and I jokingly tell her β€œI hope your snowpants are waterproof!” We both laugh and she says β€œwell this isn’t exactly how I expected I’d be testing that”. By this point I’m absolutely desperate and can’t stop squirming around and she appears to be in the same situation. I ask her what she thinks about the logistics of me trying to get my snowboard off and hand it to her while I pull myself up onto the chairlift seat, stand up and just pull it out right there and piss off the lift. She tells me β€œthat’s not fair!, you want me to hold your board for you while I probably pee my pants and you get to enjoy the sweet relief of peeing off the lift?!. No way, If I take my hands out of my crotch I think I’ll pee right here!”. So I tell her playfully β€œ Ohhhhh! I see how it is! If you’re not making it off this lift dry then you’re gonna make damn sure I don’t get to either huh?” and we both share a little laugh. She stops squirming for a minute and grabs my hand, moans and says β€œhelp me hold it” as she pulls my hand between her legs. I press firmly as she bounces and squirms. I can’t stop moving my legs back and and forth and wiggling my toes as I feel the little bursts of warmth as the first couple leaks spurt out and soak in to my pants.Neither of us say a word to eachother. By this point we’re both concentrating every ounce of our being into not peeing. I can’t help but wonder if she’s been leaking too when suddenly the chairlift comes back to life and gives our chair a slight jolt as we begin moving again. She immediately gasps and looks me dead in the eye as she smiles in ecstatic relief. Right about the time I notice the outer shell of her snowpants growing warmer to the touch and I hear a subtle hiss emanating from within her snowpants. As I continue to squirm in desperation she moans β€œoh my god, it feels AMAZING , it’s so warm!” She giggles and looks down at my crotch as I squirm around. She puts her hand between my legs and while looking me in the eye and asks β€œare you leaking yet?”. I can’t even speak, I just nod and while still holding her hand between my legs she says β€œ it’s okay, just go, it’s not like you’re going to make it anyways, you’re already leaking. It’s over. Just. Relax.” I immediately relax and start flooding my pants. I feel it pooling up across my lap and overflowing back down over my hips as the enormous flow of warmth just spreads everywhere. I’m sure the look of relief in my eyes was impossible to hide at that point. She suddenly giggles and says β€œohhhh, I can feel it getting warmmmm!! You’re wetting your pants aren’t you?!!” I laugh and say” I’m sorry, I just couldn’t hold it any longer!! You really weren’t kidding about this being warm!”. She smiles while looking me in the eye and pulls my hand over to the waistband of her pants. She guides my hand down into her warm, steaming wet pants and undoes her button for me before reaching over and unbuttoning my pants too and sliding her hand in. She squirms as I rub her hot, soaking wet pussy while she grabs my rock hard cock inside my soaked snowpants. We bring eachother to orgasm within a few short minutes, leaving us just enough time to get our pants buttoned back up before riding off the lift..... To be continued... Part Two. As we stand up and disembark the chairlift I feel the warmth begin to spread further down my legs like a nice warm blanket wrapping itself around my entire lower body. I can’t help but imagine she’s feeling a similar sensation. We briefly discuss which trail to take on our next run and she gives me a little smile and wink as she takes off down the mountain ahead of me. I follow her in to a dimly lit little patch of woods between a few trails about halfway down the mountain and we both stop just barely out of sight from the trail. She turns around and pats her butt in her snowpants and asks β€œ how do I look, can you tell I just pissed myself?” I flip on my cell phone light and and determine there’s not even the slightest hint of a wet patch to be seen. She giggles and says β€œ I feel like I just peed in a diaper or something” I ask how I look and she tells me I’m dry on the outside as well. I ask if she’s getting cold or anything to which she replies no. She tells me it still feels really warm and asks if I’ve still got my chairlift beer in my pocket as she pulls her beer can from her coat pocket. I had almost completely forgotten that I had mine in my pocket still. Considering our prior situation, drinking anything was the last thing on my mind at the time. We both crack our beers open and she gives me a little cheers and a wink before we both sit down in the snow and drink our beers fairly quickly. We talk a little about what to do going forward and agree we’re both warm enough for a couple more runs but that maybe we should grab a water at the lodge quick first. We were going to be leaving in the next hour or two and figured it would be a good idea to burn off the slight buzz we had beforehand. We enjoy the rest of our ride down to the lodge and head inside. Once down we go in and each grab a water bottle and strike up a conversation with a few friends. I don’t about her, but I felt so incredibly naughty just standing there with her, casually chatting with friends while the two of us were the only ones aware of the hot steamy mess we had both made inside of our ski pants. After about 20 minutes we decide to use the bathroom quick before we head back up. I tell her β€œ you know, just in case” she glances down between my legs and looks back up at me and laughs before we go our separate ways in to the bathrooms. I unzip my pants at the urinal and am absolutely drenched. There’s not single dry spot visible as I pee in to the urinal and zip back up to head out. We meet in the hallway and make out way back out to strap in and head for the lift line. There were only 3 people in line ahead of us and within a few minutes it was out turn to board. Our ride up this time was much less eventful. The lift never stopped and we just talked a bit about which trails we were going to take next and I offered her the use of my washer and dryer if she wanted to come kick it for a bit after, I was after all just a few minutes up the road. She smiled and said β€œ sure, I really appreciate it”. Our next three or four runs were fun yet fairly uneventful. We chatted a little and on the lift but didn’t speak too much about what we had done earlier. We eventually made our way back to the parking lot and hopped in my car. It wasn’t until we were on our way back that she said β€œI hope that wasn’t all too much for you. I’m really sorry. I just had to go so bad and then I couldn’t help but get a little carried away” I told her to not to apologize. I, in all honestly absolutely loved it and told her, β€œI mean it’s pretty obvious that I was just as turned on as you were over it, I’ve honestly always kind of had a little bit of pee kink so naturally it was all a huge turn on for me” She didn’t say a word, but just looked over at me and smiled. She then broke the short silence that followed by spontaneously saying β€œ Go pee with me! I have to go again. You must have to go again by now!” Slightly surprised I said β€œright now?” To which she responded β€œYes’ right now silly! We’re already wet. Just think how warm it’ll be. I don’t think I really need to tell you at this point how much of turn on this is for me. I’ve been in to this for as long as I can remember! β€œ β€œSheesh, you’re even more fun than I thought” I responded. She smiled and said β€œok, on the count of three lets go ok? Are you ready” I nodded yes as I smiled β€œ ok, one, two, three!....” she playfully announces β€œ I’m peeeeeing!!” before asking β€œare you going?!” I tell her I certainly am and it feel AMAZING. As we pull in to my driveway she puts her hand between my legs and gropes me through all of my sopping wet layers as I’m still peeing full force right there in the drivers seat. I lean over towards her and pull her close as we start kissing in my driveway..... To be continued!
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  23. Double Stream

    From the album: VentiComixCrunch Omorashi Artwork

    Cool party trick my boy <3

    © Don't touch my bloody artwork

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  24. So, a bit of history. I don’t post very often, in fact I think I’ve only posted twice in the past year. I’m very into wetting, but my husband is not. He does indulge me sometimes though, thanks to me finally telling him after 19 years that I was into it. Our romantic life is much better now as a result of my honesty, and 3 nights ago I got to experience another β€œfirst time”. It was probably about 4:30am when I woke up. I don’t remember why, just that I was awake. My husband turned over towards me, realizing that I had woken up and told me he needed to confess something before I found out for myself. I was actually worried, thinking something bad happened. It was quite the opposite. ”So you know that fantasy you told me about, where you restrain me until I can’t hold it?” he asked. ”Um, of course” I said, wondering why this was the topic at this time of the night. ”Well, I had a dream about that…and you won. I couldn’t hold it anymore. And well, it happened not just in my dream. It’s really wet over here. I peed a lot. I can’t believe I just wet the bed!?” I was genuinely conflicted between feeling bad for him, knowing he was embarrassed, and being insanely turned on! So another first time for us was lovemaking in wet sheets at 4:45am. That made his embarrassment pretty much disappear.
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  25. 351 downloads

    Hello Kitty knicker wetting.
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  26. 800 downloads

    Elis hurries to the toilet. She is already starting to unbutton her pants, but she does not have time to do it and urinates right into her pants. Elis takes off her already wet pants and carefully examines them and her wet panties
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  27. 318339152_5609750495798886_4345484044555784292_n.mp4 haha its all of your faults, including mine! worth it though πŸ™‚
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  28. Lol I got so horny reading these I started to finger myself and I squirted a bunch even tho I just peed. I’ve had a few β€œreal” accidents most were set up so I’ll fill you in on the good ones. My first school accident I laughed w friends and totally let out a few spurts of pee, which happened often at that age my bladder was a lot weaker. But never at school. I covered my jeans w my sweater. then that next year in 7th grade, some friends and I went to the movies. With boys 😞 and I laughed so hard and fell on the way in the movies and started peeing my little velvet track pants and I was able to stop it thankfully and I’m not sure if anyone ever noticed, I was too embarrassed to try and leave to see how much damage and by the time we left everything but my panties were dry, I was still so embarrassed. as an adult every time I throw up i pee, my body involtarly pushes squirts of pee out and there has been times where I peed myself pregnant but at home. more recently there’s been times where I started leaking in front of my boyfriend and I have played it off well. ive also completely pissed my pants in my car when I’m by myself and there’s traffic, I’ll get horny and just pee lol. these are all aside from the accidents I set myself up to have because of my kink, a lot of which are posted here. more recently and embarrassingly enough I had to have an ultrasound at a busy busy hospital filled with influence peeps. I had to have a full bladder, I already didn’t feel good and have kidney issues rn. my bladder filled quickly and I told my nurse I needed the ultrasound tech now, we’ll I had to wait a whole hour. I leaked onto my bed a lot and I was in tears my nurse was apologetic and saying please just try and hold on a lottle longer. Little did she know my panties under the green gown were soaked and I had a little wet circle of pee already. Just a bunch of dribbles and leaks coming out 😞 and I was very embarrassed. There was a lot of people out there and I didn’t wanna risk peeing my self in front of them and I also didn’t wanna re do this whole process. He finally comes and is also apologizing and hurry’s up as much as he can and as he pushed on my bladder I lost control and started to pee, but I was so embarrassed I didn’t react I just kept kegaling and cut off the flow but I started sweating and my eyes got watery, so he finally gets what he needs and says go ahead and go to the bathroom then we will finish. He left the room to give me privacy and I quickly got up to see the damage, I peed a bit but didn’t soak soak the bed just a large maybe 10 second stream. I dbl wrapped my damp gown covering any wet spots on bed w the blankets and held my gown where it was wet (it was huge) and I was able to run to the bathroom, because I had accidents let out so much already I didn’t loose it in the hallway but when I got into the bathroom, I started peeing again! Pee spurted out of my tired pee hole and down my legs and it legit wouldn’t stop I ran as fast as I could while peeing myself and got on the toilet I literally just sat in my panties and peed and it made me cry cause I felt like I was gonna smell or people were gonna know. I cleaned up my own mess w paper towels and luckily it mostly only went down my legs not on my gown, so I ditched socks and panties. No one found out or at least no one acted like they knew. I was there another 5 hours and it dried up by the time I left.
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  29. *drags them back to Brazil because i'm nice*
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    Wetting my knickers & tossing them.
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    He wouldn't stop for me so fuck him.
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  32. ***jnsshrts_talks_grt.mp4 My fave of the year.
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  33. @DiminishingReturns "If the dossier was legitimate, we could have added Donald Trump to the list." I feel him liking the fetish taints it for all of us.
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  34. Hello again! I have been in the mood to write another story, this one another solo. It’s not something I remember as well as the others though, so I have to admit that I embellished it a bit and filled in the blanks in my memory, so it definitely straddles the line between an experience and fiction. I’m not quite sure where the mods draw the line (or if it’s really that big of an issue), but I put it in here because it’s based on a real experience and this is where I’ve put all my stories so far. Sorry if it seems exceptionally disjointed by the way – I had to stop writing suddenly but wanted to post what I have. Also – if anyone has any requests for things to me to write about, please do ask! Whether its types of experiences I’ve had or a fictional story idea, I’d appreciate the feedback and inspiration! When I was in university, I had a really good friend that lived about 15-20 minutes away from my apartment at the time by foot. I’d walk over fairly frequently, and we’d usually chat and watch TV until late into the afternoon/evening, and I would end up walking home around 10 or 11 when I started getting sleepy. I wanted to write a story about one of those times! This afternoon (I can’t remember the day – probably a Friday or Saturday?), I’d spent most of the afternoon with my friend watching who knows what. It was fairly warm that day from what I remember, so I’d definitely been drinking water throughout the day, and I remember my friend giving me a cup of sweet tea that evening. If you’re not familiar with β€œsweet tea” in some parts of the US, it’s basically sugar with a bit of water and tea flavoring in it. I remember having to wash out my mouth with an entire bottle of water just to get the taste out – it was way, way too sweet for me! I guess all of this is a long way of saying that I drank a lot over the afternoon, and didn’t really go to the bathroom. I remember tending not to use the bathroom at this friend’s house – he was a great friend, but let’s just say his housekeeping skills needed some work. I remember falling asleep on the couch as we were watching something longer and older – Golden Girls maybe? – thanks in part to the drink or two I’d had that night. I remember my friend gently shaking my shoulder to wake me up, and I instinctively stretched to wake myself up. I stopped after a second or two as I noticed a stretching pain in my abdomen. It vaguely registered to me that I had to pee, but I wasn’t really awake yet. I talked with my friend a bit, I think he just told me I’d fallen asleep and it was late. β€œI guess I should go home,” I yawned and stood up, still groggy. I shifted back and forth a bit, feeling the fullness in my stomach. β€œWant to use the restroom before you go?” he asked as I finished off my drinks. β€œNo, I’m good,” I said reflexively as I yawned. β€œOkay,” he said, in that kind of β€œif you say so” sort of way. We hugged, and probably chatted a bit in the doorway, but not that long this day – it was pretty warm. I remember giving my friend a hug and feeling the pressure on my bladder get even worse, but I was still groggy. As soon as the door shut and I turned around and began walking through my friend’s apartment complex, it finally set in. β€œShit,” I whispered to myself, and stopped walking down the stairwell I was on. I looked down at my stomach, and you could clearly see my stomach bulging through my white t-shirt. A gust of wind made my shirt flutter around a little bit, and it clung to my stomach. β€œDamn,” I found myself thinking. β€œI look really fat right now.” I’m not sure why that, of all things, was my biggest concern right now, but it was. I looked down at my shorts – they were skinny, well fit and (just my luck) light grey/blue denim. I remember wearing a belt, but not what kind. I definitely remember wearing white briefs. I looked down at my stomach, then up at the road I had to walk down to get home. It wasn’t too busy this time of night, but there was still some traffic, and I was too far away to see my apartment complex. I turned and looked back at my friend’s front door, wincing a bit at the pain in my stomach. For a second, I almost turned and went back to his door to ask to use the toilet, but something about the pain in my stomach flipped a switch on me. There was suddenly some part of me that absolutely loved the pain I was in, and even more loved the anxiety I felt, knowing that I might not make it back. Some part of my brain thought to the rest of me, β€œDo it, b!tch, start walking home,” and the rest of me shuddered at the thought, suddenly awake and alive. How bad would it hurt? Would anyone notice me squirming or walking home funny? Worst case, what if… I didn’t make it? Before even half of that had crossed my mind, I found myself down the flight of stairs and walking off towards the street. I stuck my hands inside my pockets and walked determinedly towards my apartment. Walking wasn’t popular where I lived, so the roads didn’t have well-maintained sidewalks. Hitting the uneven pavement definitely played havoc with my walking, and my bladder too. I felt around my pockets to see if I could reach myself, and I just barely could. When there weren’t oncoming cars, I was rubbing my finger up and down my shaft over my briefs. It worked before long, and I got hard enough to help me have to pee a little bit less. The problem for me, though, is that I can get myself mentally worked up pretty easily, and I knew if I went past edging myself, I’d be seconds away from soaking wet pants. I couldn’t help but imagine it, how good it would feel, both to let go and to cum, and I had to stop. I felt very, very close to cumming in my pants, right there on the sidewalk. I stopped walking and kept my dick pointed off to one side, my hand cupped over it in my pocket to keep anything from touching it even slightly. I felt like even a brush from my shorts would set me off right then. I tried to stand stock still, hands cupped in my pockets, slightly bent over at the waist, and wait to be … less aroused, I guess? While I was standing there trying not to think of sexy things, it occurred to me that the longer I waited, the more pain I would be in, and the more likely I would be to wet my pants before I got home. That thought did not help me calm down. As I felt myself closer and closer to cumming, I froze in place, squeezed my eyes and tried to think of the most un-sexy things that I could imagine. I tried to block out the sensation of something working its way through my shaft … and just barely splash into my underwear. I’d just barely avoided cumming in my pants, but I hadn’t come (hahah) out unscathed. I could feel a patch of slimy wetness on my underwear, and once I’d gotten more control of myself and the feeling of cumming had almost completely gone, I realized I’d better get walking again. I’d wasted several minutes with my plan to edge myself for relief, probably doubling the length of my walk home now. β€œI’d better get going,” I thought to myself, β€œand I’d better leave it alone.” As I kept walking over the unkempt and uneven concrete, I felt my bladder feeling strangely inflated (not just in the β€œabout to piss myself” way), and even worse, a little numb, like my muscles were beginning to quiver. β€œYou’ve got this,” I tried to convince myself. β€œYou wanted this, you can do it. You will hold it.” That was when I got to the hardest part of the walk. There was a gap in the concrete where there was a drainage ditch that ran under the road. It was too long to just step over, and I can’t remember why, but I couldn’t walk across the road – maybe there were just too many cars. My only option was to jump across the ditch, and I did not want to. I stood there for a few seconds with my hands balled up in my pockets, but I thought about the time I’d already wasted with my edging idea, and knew I’d better bite the bullet. I backed up a few steps, ran a few steps back away from the ditch, and started to run. I jumped as hard as I could just shy of the ditch, and landed on my feet, trying to bend my knees as I landed safely on the other side to cushion my landing. It didn’t totally work. As I hit the ground, a sharp pain shot up and through my bladder, strong enough that I stayed bent at the knees rather than standing up. I clenched my muscles closed as hard as I could, but a shot of adrenaline ran through me when I felt a spurt dribble out of me and into my briefs. The adrenaline plus the feeling of my wet underwear was electric, and I felt myself nearing the edge again despite not even being hard. I stood there with my fists in my pockets again, trying to back myself away from the edge I’d just jumped on to. A couple cars drove by me, and I had to wonder what they thought I was up to, and what they’d think if they knew I was probably minutes away from pissing myself (or… something else). I remember squeezing my fists together and grunting to hold back a contraction from my bladder that was incredibly difficult to resist, in multiple ways, but I held on, determined to make it back and not have everyone driving past me see me with soaked shorts. I was incredibly tempted to grab myself through my pocket to keep myself from leaking anymore, but I knew that if I did, I’d probably lose control in a different way. I kept walking determinedly towards the entrance to my apartment complex, and I think I managed to make it without really leaking, at least too much. I definitely remember there was a part of my brain taunting me, teasing me about how close I was to losing it and how I might not make it back dry. Or rather, that I’d make it back less dry than I already was. There were two street entrances to my apartment complex, one off the street I was going down now, and another in a kind of side street that was maybe another half mile or mile and around a corner from where I was walking now. I finally made it around to the front of my complex (I couldn’t see the front because it was walled in with a pretty big wall), and I just about pissed myself then and there when I saw that there was construction at the main entrance that had started since I’d left. I stood there for a while looking for a way to walk through the tape, construction equipment, whatever was there, and I remember I couldn’t find a way to use the entrance. I don’t remember why exactly, just that I couldn’t. I felt a tiny drop of piss leak out of me again, and I took that as a sign to get moving – I had a long, long walk ahead of me. I felt my stomach sink, and part of me knew that I would not make it. I just had to piss too badly to make it back to my apartment going the long way. I was sweating as I walked, my white t-shirt clinging to me, and my hair clinging to my forehead. I’d walked past the front entrance to the complex, and couldn’t help but look back, to see if there was any path in that I’d missed, since I’d never walked this way around the complex before. I was ecstatic to see a possible way in – it turned out that there was a dirt mound that ran up the other side of the wall, as if they had to dig out part of a hill to make the complex, and I could walk right up to the top of the wall. I didn’t know what was on the other side, but I knew I had to get in that way. I walked quickly up the side of the hill and peeked over the edge. I swallowed nervously. There was a drop on to some grass, but the drop was longer than I was tall. I knew I had to, though. There just wasn’t another way I even had a chance of making it back dry. I sat on the top of the wall for a moment and grabbed myself through my briefs and pocket and took a few deep breaths. I knew I could easily lose it doing this, but I still thought it was my only hope. It was about here that I got the idea to record myself doing this, and took my phone out of my pocket and held it in my left hand after starting video recording. I grabbed on to myself with my right hand, winced a bit as I felt my briefs go squish with wetness and make my pocket damp as I grabbed them, and I shoved off of the top. I landed on my feet, cushioned my fall by bending my knees again, and for a second everything went black as a bolt of pain radiated out over my entire abdomen from my bladder. As the world came back, I felt my hand get even wetter, and squeezed, hard. I felt pee build up in my shaft, but with nowhere it could empty to, I stopped the leaking relatively quickly. I looked down at my pants in horror, and there was a wet patch about the size of a baseball or two off to the side where I was holding myself through my pocket. I felt more in my shaft, though, and knew I was kind of screwed when it came to letting it out – I pointed the camera at my crotch and relaxed my fist gently. I tried to soak up what was in there with the fabric of my pocket, but I felt some running over my balls and knew I would have some wetness between dripping down between my legs now. I looked and, sure enough, another baseball sized wet patch was between my legs, and my underwear felt soaked to boot. But now that I could walk without holding myself and leaking, I started power walking over to my apartment building. Unfortunately, I was actually on the other side of the complex from my apartment, and in an area I’d never really had any reason to walk through before. I walked past the first set of apartment buildings (I was trying to walk between them rather than along the walkways to save time) and ended up in some courtyard. I looked around and tried to find my way out. While I was, a few more drops found their way out as my bladder contracted. I groaned to myself as the only exit I could find was back towards the entrance to the apartments, and just started power walking there. I probably looked like I was a wreck at the time – I was sweating way too much for the temperature outside, my shirt was clinging to my torso (and bulging stomach/bladder), and my pants were damp in a couple places. I brushed my hair back out of my eyes, not really caring what I looked like anymore, aside from not wanting to wet my pants even more. I kept walking briskly and could see my car and apartment off in the distance. β€œNot much longer!” I thought to myself, and I could feel a sense of relief float through me at the idea that I’d mostly make it. I barely noticed a guy walking past me, a few years older than me I guessed, and definitely cute – someone I would stop and try to talk to, in different circumstances. As it was though, I think I just blushed furiously and leaked a bit more into my shorts just before I passed him. I noticed him definitely looking at me, and worse, smirking while giving me a look-over from head to toe, probably with my wet crotch and bulging stomach in between. I looked down at my pants once I’d walked by, and my crotch was actually dryer – the wetness had kind of spread out and dried a bit in the warm weather – but there was a noticeable wet spot between my legs. I blushed again, knowing he must have seen it, but kept powering on to my door, which was starting to be just in reach. I couldn’t get that guy out of my head though, and the same part of my brain that told me to walk home without peeing first started mocking me. I couldn’t get past the fact that I’d just walked by someone in probably visibly wet pants – my heart started pounding and I walked faster, as fast as I safely could towards my apartment door. Along the way, there were dumpsters with three-way walls part way around it, with the front open for people to toss in garbage. You couldn’t see through the fences (they were solid, made of wood) and there was some space behind them, between the dumpster and the fence. My heart was racing, and as I just passed by one of them, my brain told me I had to turn back and get back there, I was just freaking out too much. I did a quick 180 to go back to the dumpster and panicked even more when I saw the guy from before in the distance, walking back towards me (he had gone to get his mail or something, I guess?). I dashed into the little fenced off area behind the dumpster with my heart pounding and body tensing and shaking, worried he’d seen me go back there. But it didn’t matter. Once I was out of view of him, a huge wave of tension wracked my entire body, and without feeling it, I started pissing full blast into my shorts. I stumbled, barely able to hold onto my phone and take the few more steps to get fully hidden. I groaned as I heard the pee hissing into my pants and fall down my legs onto my shoes. I fell onto one knee as I got behind the dumpster and grabbed onto some metal/concrete pole thing to keep myself from falling straight onto the ground. I hoisted myself up to sit on the pole, still pissing myself, and just spread my legs, tucked my feet back behind me, and tried and failed to stop the inevitable. I was shaking like crazy as I watched my light denim shorts get more and more soaked, and listened to my pee splash onto the concrete. I snapped out of it just enough to think that the guy I walked past would hear the splashing. I panicked more, and kind of shoved myself off of the pole with my feet. I landed on my knees, a bit painfully, with my legs spread and feet back, continuing to piss myself. I lay my back against the pole and gave in. I heard the slight trickle from my pants, like a tiny little fountain or faucet or something, and my heart started pounding as I heard footsteps approaching me. I tried as hard as I could to stop peeing again, but I honestly just couldn't. It was like trying to move a muscle I didn’t have. I cupped my free hand over my mouth and nose and listened as the footsteps got closer. My heart pounded out of my chest as the footsteps were right on the other side of the dumpster and stopped for a while. I squeezed my eyes closed as they stopped and walked around out front. I was sure I was going to be found out, having completely soaked myself behind a dumpster. I felt my entire body release tension as I heard a pling of garbage being tossed into the dumpster, and the steps moved on. Somehow, I started pissing myself even more, and collapsed forward, bent over onto my elbows, my head between my arms. I just stayed there, shaking occasionally, as my bladder finally emptied. I watched as the puddle I was making started soaking the concrete and flowing down to the grass. Once I was done, I got back up onto my knees and sat on the pole. I felt a squish as I sat on my wet pants. I looked at myself for a while – thanks to all the positions I’d been wetting myself in, my shorts were completely soaked as far as I could see, and my t-shirt was soaked from me sweating with the effort of holding it in. I felt so much lighter and thinner now that my stomach wasn’t bloated with whatever I’d been drinking that night, and just that feeling alone was amazing. I couldn’t help but want to see the damage on the inside. I unzipped my pants and undid my waist button and belt, and held my shorts open slightly. I immediately got hard when I saw that my white underwear had turned almost completely transparent. I was already getting hard as I zipped myself back up, feeling the texture of my underwear and jeans rub against me as I got harder. I re-did my belt – much easier now, I’d noticed – and as I moved my pants redoing my belt, I rubbed just enough to start exploding in my pants. I clamped my mouth and jaw shut to stifle the noises I couldn’t stop myself from making, and tried to steady myself on the pole as my vision closed in. My free hand flew to my crotch to rub myself and get the most out of my orgasm – if I was going to soak myself behind a dumpster, I may as well have fun doing it, right? I was pumping incredibly, almost painfully, hard, and even managed to feel the splashing in my already soaked underwear. I have no idea how long I kept going for, but I know I had to sit there for a minute or two afterwards – the whole thing was just utterly exhausting. If you’ve never held until you genuinely lose control before, it really does take a lot of energy, even more than a really hard work out. When I finally got my wits back, I checked the damage. My pants were almost completely soaked except for the sides of my thighs. My t-shirt was soaked and transparent up to part of my stomach, at least in the front. My shoes and socks were damp and a little squishy, but I think I’d managed to spare them the worst of it. Lucky for me, I thought, I was too wet to immediately look like I’d pissed myself, because my shorts seemed uniformly wet. My heart was pounding in my chest as I peeked around the dumpster, checking to see if the coast was clear, first out the front of the little enclosure, then out to the sides. Lucky for me, I didn’t see anyone. I started running over to my door, just a hundred feet or so away, and blushed again as I felt my wet shorts rubbing against my thighs. I ran over to my enclosed stairwell, and relaxed as I was out of sight of the public again. I got out my keys and shot over to my apartment door (where I was visible to everyone again), and opened it as quickly as I could, hiding behind the door the instant I could. Before I closed the door, I looked around … and burst out laughing to myself as I saw the guy from earlier in front of his apartment, looking right at me. I blushed furiously again and shut the door. Now that I was alone, it was time to clean up. After a bit more fun, of course!
    2 points
  35. When I go out to the Xmas market, I normally go padded… lots of people, not so many bathrooms… yesterday was no exception. Problem was that I was with some people with plans to play pool as well aka no way a diaper would go unnoticed. So I took the chance…. After separating from my friends, I had a decent walk back to the hotel through more crowds and absolutely nowhere to pee!!! I could feel myself losing the battle with every step …. Before making it to the hotel, I lost it…. Thankfully I was alone in the elevator so I could snap a pic!! Ended up falling asleep on the floor and peeing my pants again…. Followed by waking up and putting on some protection before getting in bed. I’m a bit hungover but what an adventure !!!
    2 points
  36. Your decision has been made: you are going to Betray Siren. Soon, you shall learn the outcome of this decision. You try to calm yourself. Think rationally. You would wet yourself if you didn’t use the toilet after this. That was surely a fact. Any part of your brain that thought otherwise was delusional, it had to be. On the flipside, you had no real reason to believe Siren would definitely wet herself if she had to wait a few more rounds. It was clear she was desperate, sure. But she had still told you to betray her. God, what if she was just sacrificing herself so you could make it? Somehow, you feel like she might do that. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you quickly push β€œBetray”. Sorry, Siren. No other ch- You are hit with a pulse of pain, pressure and tension from your bladder. It is fine now; you could focus entirely on holding now that your opportunity to use the toilet had been secured. You unbutton your jeans so you can apply direct pressure. You would probably have to remain in this state of partial undress even after you exit. It might be embarrassing, but you need every- Another immense pulse. The pressure down near the exit, between your legs, isn’t decreasing at all between waves. Instead, your urge to pee keeps rising above anything you’ve ever felt before. You feel a sensation similar to a pot boiling over as the liquid in your bladder looks for any space to expand, and finding only the outside of your body. Your fingers have found their way into your panties, and are frenetically trying to fill any gap between naked skin and air, physically sealing you up. Hold it, hold it, hold it…! Sh-! As the pressure rises to unbearable levels, you are hit with a third pulse. This time, it is all pain. You are left gasping for air as you flinch, which hurts too. You can feel the panic welling up inside you. You just needed to hold out until the vote finished. You had to. If you wet yourself, you would be stuck here forever. And your vote against Siren… Focus, focus, breathe, breath- A hot gush of pee blasts right out of you, physically parting your fingers. Fear and adrenaline is enough to cause you to redouble your efforts, quickly creating a clamping the exit shut. You are afraid to even open your eyes and assess the damage. How much did you just let out? Did you just lose the DP Game? Are leaks even allowed in the first place? Your bladder doesn’t even relent enough to let you survey any of that, as another full-force pang hits you square in the stomach. This time you resist, barely. The pressure wasn’t rising any longer, but it also wasn’t decreasing. And it was so, so bad. The sheer weight from your bladder directly against your pussy was unlike anything you had ever experienced. In any other situation, you would have gladly wet yourself just to be rid of it. Again it hits you. You don’t know how much longer you could take this. How much time had passed? You couldn’t tell, and you couldn’t open your eyes. Your fingers felt wet. Did you leak again? No, no you didn’t. Please, no. No more. And again. The intensity had peaked already. It wasn’t getting worse. But you were getting weaker. Your willpower was rapidly depleting. So was your physical strength. You were going to hit your limit, soon. Way too soon. You were doing everything you could just to stay dry. You- LIMIT CRISIS – CHATTY (Current: 20% rate of success) HOLD ON (Each vote adds 5% to the rate of success) GIVE UP (Each vote removes 5% from the rate of success)
    2 points
  37. Couldn’t start the video in time wetting my tights View File I was participating in a live hold on here and tried to get a video of my accident but absolutely couldn’t hold it and started peeing before I hit record πŸ˜‰ Submitter FemDespLover94 Submitted 09/22/2022 Category Female  
    2 points
  38. 2 points
  39. I'M THE EXACT SAME WAY. I CAN NEVER RELAX IF I EVEN SLIGHTLY HAVE TO GO. I have rather strong bladder. So I don't have any issues with it. Lucky me!!!! Sorry it happens to you guys though.
    2 points
  40. Thanks. Appreciate that. TBH it is kinda weird in that my bedwetting and omo interest are not and yet are connected. Like I really wish I was not still peeing in my bed several times a month and yet I think that this is the very reason why I am omo curious. Make sense or am I way off?
    2 points
  41. Here you go πŸ˜‰ 7022729.mp4
    2 points
  42. Hehe, as expected. The sit-ups finished me. Hmmmmm soo good 😍 That was fun but enough sports for today. Iβ€˜m now gonna browse through some naughty videos on here and enjoy myself in my soaked pants.😈😜
    2 points
  43. 2 points
  44. Amy's Agony

    Amy had been run ragged trying to organise this charity event for work. It felt like it was all that she had been thinking about for the past 3 months, and here we were, the big night was upon us! She had work as normal all day, then when she finished at 4, a mad dash across London to a hotel, where she was playing host to the big event! She hated being the centre of attention, but she knew that there was a potential promotion in the offing here, and she was out to impress. She finished work at 4, and nipped into the Ladies room, more just to see how she looked than anything else. She spent 5 minutes touching up her make up and checked herself out in the mirror. She was wearing a short black skirt, but not too short, with black sheer tights, a white shirt and black jacket. She looked thoroughly professional. She was only 21, and the thought of her as a businesswoman made her laugh, but that was very much her goal, and as she stood back, she knew she had nailed the look! She took the opportunity to quicky use the toilet and then headed off to the tube. It was a hot day in London, and that meant tourists...everywhere. It was Friday afternoon, and it was packed. She dashed to the tube station, on a tight schedule, and found the station absolutely bustling. She missed the train she was aiming for and had to wait 6 minutes for the next one. She glanced at her watch, nervously. 16:15. She was meant to be at the hotel for half past 4. It was going to be a close run thing and she knew it. She was just grateful that her partner, Rob, had agreed to meet her there to set up. Guests were due to start arriving from 5, and it was going to be tight. She opened her bag and finished her bottle of water. It was hot, and stress situations always made her thirsty! She waited impatiently, and texted Rob, only to find out that he was also delayed in London's tea-time gridlock. When the train arrived she got on, but it was every bit as packed as the station, and she found herself standing, and having to hold the overhead rail. As she stretched she could feel the hem of her skirt rising and was painfully aware of how close she was to flashing her bum to a carriage load of tourists. It was only a ten-minute tube journey, but it consisted of an uncomfortable compromise between almost falling over at every station, or flashing herself to anyone who was looking her way. Finally though, the train arrived, and she dashed out of the station and straight to the hotel, arriving at 16:45, just as she saw Rob dashing down the road. The guests were arriving at 17:00, and they still had a room to set up. She did not need them both to be late. As they dashed into the conference room, they were met by hotel staff who explained that they had plenty of drinks available, and they would come to check the room was fully stocked regularly. There was tea, coffee and ice water, along with plenty of wine and beer for her guests. Amy hurriedly poured a glass of water, it was hot and she was stressed, so she glugged that down and set to business. Rob rearranged the furniture, whilst she went about decorating the room, putting up posters, and promotional materials, at one point, as she stretched to hang some bunting, Rob caught a glance and said, "Wahay Ames, that skirt is a bit short isn't it, nice knickers!". Even though he was her partner, she felt herself blushing beet red. She was, by no means, a shy girl, but she was certainly not happy about flashing herself in such a public space! When they finished setting the room up, guests were already beginning to arrive, and Amy went straight into hostess mode. This was her event and she was out to impress! Wine was flowing freely, but Amy needed to keep a clear head. As she welcomed various people, she found herself constantly topping up her glass with water and true to their word, the hotel staff were replenishing the drinks freely and regularly. As the presentations started, she felt her bladder for the first time. Nothing serious at this stage, but enough to make her glance at her watch. Now the event had started there was 2 hours to go, and no way she would have time to run to the Ladies. She needed to slow down with the water, she poured herself a coffee and vowed she would make that last. Over the next 2 hours the coffee and water that she had quaffed made its way to her bladder and she felt herself getting fuller and fuller. She found she was looking at the sign for the toilets at the back of the room at regular intervals, but she suppressed her need and continued to impress. Her presentation was last, and she had put a lot of work into it! She did most of it with her legs crossed, although her need was great, she was by no means desperate, but she was glad when it was over. The presentations ended and Amy and the company director schmoozed the guests and collected many donations. There was no doubt it had been a huge success. Finally, the event was over, and she could take care of her bladder, so she made straight to the Ladies room. To her horror though, she was met at the door by Lauren, her company director, and the woman she was trying so hard to impress. "Amy" she exclaimed, "Darling, this has been superb". She moved in to hug her, and Amy awkwardly reciprocated. She wanted to pull away, and run into the Ladies, but knew she had to talk to her boss. "It's going well, isn't it?" she said, but Lauren stopped her in her tracks. "Amy, sweetie, I'm really sorry, we'll talk in a second, right now though I MUST use the little girls room". Amy blushed at her brazen admission. She could never talk about bodily functions, especially not to a colleague, but Lauren obviously needed to go, and didn't care who knew it! As Lauren pushed into the Ladies, so Amy followed, and they were faced with a room containing 3 cubicles, and 3 locked doors, with 2 young girls waiting patiently outside. Lauren immediately gasped out "You have got to be kidding me! All the free wine at these events is great, until it needs to get back out again, can I jump the queue?". "You're joking aren't you?" said the girl at the front, squirming, "I'm bloody bursting here". To Michelle's shock, she watched as Lauren pressed her hand into the crotch of her business suit. "Oh fuck, they better hurry up in there, I am seriously about to piss myself here." At the same point, the door opened, and a staff member walked in. "Can I ask you to use the toilets in the main reception please, these are being closed now the event is over". The second girl in line shrugged and left, but the girl at the front and Lauren refused point blank to go. Amy was mortified and said she didn't need to go that badly, and she'd go to the reception. She left the room as her bladder twinged in protest, but she couldn't bring herself to make a scene, no matter how bad her need. When she got to the reception, she saw there was only one disabled loo and already 4 women waiting to use it. She groaned as Rob suddenly approached her. "There you are", he said, "You good to go?". She looked at the door to the Ladies room longingly. She needed to pee, badly. Really badly, but it wasn't an emergency, and the line was not moving. She'd just go at the station, she'd be fine, she thought, and smiled at Rob "Come on then". As soon as she got outside she started to worry that she'd made a bad decision, and as she hobbled across the road, she thought about nothing but dashing to the station toilets immediately! It'd be quicker than standing in line in the hotel anyway, she kidded herself. As they entered the station, Rob already had his ticket out, but there was only one thing on Amy's mind. "I'm just going to run to the Ladies" she said, trying to sound calm, "I didn't get chance in the hotel." "You can't, silly", replied Rob, "They've closed them down" "WHAT!" gasped Amy, as her bladder protested furiously, "you can't be serious!" "Yes, do you not remember the thing in the press, something about policing, or security or something, apparently station lavs are rife with drugs, so they're locking them all at 7." "They can't do that!" gasped Amy, "It was 5!" he added calmly, "They only increased it to 7 after commuters were protesting about it." Now that he mentioned it, she did remember reading something, "Shit" she thought, this couldn't be happening, she needed to pee, and it was getting urgent! "Come on" said Rob, "the train will be here soon, you'll be home in no time" She thought about dashing back to the hotel, but she'd definitely miss her train, she was staring almost aghast at the signs which teased "TOILETS". "Is it that bad?" Rob asked sounding concerned. "Erm, no" she lied "Well, I need to go, but I'll be OK" What choice did she have, she pulled out her ticket and they made their way to the station, she was just going to have to wait! As they stood on the platform, Rob was clearly looking for an invite back to Amy's. "You were so amazing tonight" he said, "I hope you know how special you are". Whilst flattered, all Amy could think about now was having a wee. Her bladder was throbbing, she had to get rid of him. She pressed her thighs together, as she said, "Thanks Rob, I really appreciate your help you know", "Let's go back to yours and celebrate a great event" "Aw no, I would, but I am working really early again tomorrow though". His train pulled onto the platform, as he said "I don't mind that, I will ride in with you, and then go home and freshen up". Amy squirmed, and snapped at him "NO ROB", he looked shocked, "I'm sorry, I just really need to get home and go to sleep, I am sorry, I will see you at the weekend, please, just go home". "Fine" he said, sharply, as he turned to leave, "be like that". She felt awful, but as soon as his back was turned, she started to bob up and down frantically. She NEEDED a wee, like really badly, and she was really starting to panic about what her options were. Surely there had to be a Ladies room open somewhere in this station, there had to be. Was it not the law? Maybe they had brought in porta-potties? She looked back to the stairs and really thought about dashing up them to search for the toilet, she knew didn't exist, and then looked at the screen. "NEXT TRAIN - FINCHLEY ROAD - 1 MIN". "SHIT" she said to herself, there's no time, and I need to catch this train, or I'll miss my connection, and I'll never get home! Her bladder pulsed and asked her to reconsider, but she had no choice. She was a fully grown adult, and she was just going to have to hold it! Just another half hour, that was all. She wasn't a child, anyone could hold their bladder for 30 minutes, no matter how bad their need...Couldn't they? As she stood waiting, she could feel herself squirming. Why? Oh God, WHY had she drunk so much at that bloody charity event and WHY WHY WHY didn't she just use the toilet before she left! She cursed herself, but as the train pulled onto the station, there was nothing she could do but clamber on board, cross her legs, and wait until she got to Finchley Road! As the train pulled away, she scanned the station, and couldn't believe how busy it still was. How were there still no seats. She stood at the back, legs crossed, biting her lip and clenching herself closed for all she was worth. This could not be happening. The first station passed, then the second. The train was making good progress, but her need was increasing by the second. Her bottom lip quivered as her bladder screamed at her, demanding that she find some relief. Another station passed, 15 minutes had passed, but it felt like she'd been on there for hours. She was almost bent double as her thighs scissored together, when she heard a little boy sat near her say, "Look mummy, I think that lady needs to potty too". She was absolutely mortified and stood bolt upright, as the young boys mum told him off. She tried to pretend there was nothing wrong, and to look composed, but there was something wrong. Her bladder burned and she felt a quick squirt spurt into her expensive knickers. She groaned out loud, and went into the most incredible pee dance, fighting herself for control. Another station approached, "The next station is Baker Street", the Tanoy announced. Just 1 more to go and she could get off and find relief. Her bladder screamed at her with a new urgency. She wanted to cry; this couldn't be happening. For the first time in her adult life, she genuinely felt that she might break down and wet her pants. She had never even contemplated such a thing, and always assumed she could hold on as long as was necessary, but her bits were on fire, demanding relief NOW. She couldn't stand still for a single second. Her mind was racing, she had to get to Finchley Street to change trains, or she'd never got home. The train pulled into Baker Street, and she stared at the open door. She wanted to wait 'til the next stop, but she was in agony. There was no way she could wait, even if she got to the next station, she didn't know where the toilets were, and she would wet herself looking. "OH FUCK" she stammered under her breath and darted for the door. As she staggered out onto the platform, she tried to press a hand between her legs, but her skirt was too tight. She was fully panicking now, as she hopped up and down on the spot, tears welling up in her eyes. "I need a wee" she whimpered, to no-one in particular, "Oh Christ, what am I going to do". She frantically scanned the scene, desperately searching for a toilet, but there was nothing, other than a huge flight of stairs. She started up them, each step sending a jolt of urgency to her bladder. She was going out of her mind! At the top of the stairs she scanned desperately, but couldn't see any toilets! She hobbled over to the ticket barriers and ran to the miserable looking security man. "Toilets" she gasped, "erm, sorry, where are the toilets please" "Sorry Love, they've locked them" he replied, barely looking up. "Oh, erm, it's kinda an emergency" she pleaded. He looked her up and down, "Yeah, I can see that, sorry, there's nothing I can do" "PLEASE" she almost wailed, "please, help me, is there a staff toilet, honestly, oh shit, it's nearly coming out" "Don't be ridiculous" he said, gruffly, "there's a Wetherspoons over the road, if it's bad, I'm sure you could nip in there." There was no point arguing with him, she had to get there now, so she made for the exits, and dashed across the road, desperately trying to press her thighs together as she moved. Her head was spinning. She burst through the door of Wetherspoons, and it was predictably packed, but Amy was beyond caring, she needed the Ladies and she needed it now. She knew the toilets were upstairs, but there was no way she could face another agonising flight of stairs, she would have to use the disabled. She pushed into the main bar, and frantically scanned around. Her bladder screaming at her. "WHERE ARE THEY!" she gasped out loud, and a young lad turned to her. Her vision was blurring she needed to pee so badly, as she pushed on, she saw a sign for the disabled toilet. "oh thank fuck" she thought, she ran towards the door, and then THUD, it was locked. "NO NO NO" she wailed, "PLEASE". She was hammering on the door, "Please, please hurry up in there". A young glass collector walked past her and she tried to compose herself. He looked about 17, and she didn't want to make a show of herself. "The toilets are upstairs madam" he said. Michelle wanted the ground to eat her up, but more than that she wanted, no she NEEDED to pee, like right now. "I need to use this one" she said, again, knocking on the door. "There's no point knocking, there is no-one in there" he said. "WHAT" gasped Michelle, "Please, open it then, please, I need to go..." "...and as I said, the toilets are upstairs madam". She felt a spurt of pee blast into her knickers, much more serious than the last and she started the most frantic pee dance she had ever done, "PLEASE" she wailed at him, as her pussy burned, trying to force the deluge of red-hot piss into her knickers, "PLEASE, OH GOD, please. Look at me, please help me, please, I neeed a weeee". "I'm sorry madame, but disabled patrons carry a RADAR key, and this toilet is for use by disabled persons only". It was all getting too much, and she burst into tears, "please help me, please, I am going to wet myself, you have to help me". The young lad's face visibly changed, as he realised this girl was having a genuine emergency. Every week he had to turn people away from the disabled loos, just because people couldn't be bothered going upstairs, and he'd assumed this was more of the same. She stood infront of him now though, with tears flooding down her face, absolutely begging him to help her. He wanted to, but he couldn't. "Oh my God" he said, "is it really that bad? I will go and get the key, but it is in the manager's office, and its packed, it'll take ages, honestly, you'll be quicker running upstairs, it looks like you haven't got long to spare!" "PLEASE" she babbled again, almost incoherently, she had her hand underneath her skirt now, no longer caring who could see what, "Is there no way you can open it now, I NEEEEEED it". "I can see that love, but honestly, it'll take me at least 5 minutes, you need to make a run for it". Another red hot spurt forced its way out of her tighly clenched lips, and into her now soaking knickers. "OH GOD" she gasped and turned to make her way out, dashing for the stairs. She couldn't take her hand away now, her aching, tired muscles needed all the help they could get. She tried to dash up the stairs, but each one caused her a new agony. She barely knew if she was weeing or not, as pain seered through her whole body. "Come on, come on" she muttered to herself, as her right hand worked furiously between her legs, her skirt now almost around her waist. She heard a couple of derogatory comments, but her whole world was a blur right now. Nothing, literally nothing, mattered to her other than that little hole between her legs. Never had she had to clench so hard to contain herself. She had been desperate to wee before, god knows, she had nearly wet herself on a night out a few years back, but she had never felt anything like this, she didn't even believe it was possible to be so desperate. Each step sent a jolt of pain through her bladder and the leaks were almost constant. She was agony, her knickers were soaked and there were small rivulets running down her thighs. Finally, though she got to the top and saw the door she had longed for, for so long. "LADIES". "Oh thank god", she said, running for it. She burst through the door to find it was really busy in there. There were a group of girls around the sinks taking selfies, who turned to look at her. One stepped back, blocking her path. "There's a queue in here" she said, pointing her phone at Amy, as one of her friends shouted, "don't be tight, look at her". Michelle pushed past them, towards an open cubicle. She could see the toilet she had needed for so long. She yanked her tights down and was already pulling the crotch of her knickers aside as she dashed for it. The cubicle next to it opened and a young girl saw her desperate dash, "What the fuck!" she gasped, but the floodgates opened, and Amy started to pee full force, she threw herself down onto the toilet, the door still open, and "AHHHHHHHHHHHH, Oh fuck yes, oh my God, oh a wee, oh thankyou" she babbled as she finally relaxed and let her full bladder empty. The relief was like nothing she'd ever felt before as pee gushed from her. She was shaking as she opened her eyes, and saw at 4 girls staring at her. "Are you OK?" asked the girl who'd been leaving the cubicle next to hers. "It looks like you needed that" added the young chav stood next to her. Humiliation now washed over her as she clamped her legs closed and tried to cover her private parts. She was still in floods of tears. "I'm sorry" she stammered, "please don't look, I needed a wee so bad" "We can see that" added the young chav, "You left a fucking stream across the floor" An older lady pulled her cubicle closed telling the others to leave her alone. Michelle tried to clean herself up. Her knickers were soaked amd her tights were wet right down past the knees, so she took them off, and to her horror, found the back of her skirt was wet too. She put her ruined knickers and tights in the sanitary bin and dried her legs with loo roll, there seemed to be wee everywhere. As she flushed the toilet, the older woman was still waiting for her. "You poor thing" she said "At least it's over now, you must feel better for it, it's awful being caught short isn't it".....
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