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I’m so sorry I couldn’t hold it! Please don’t laugh at me!! IMG_9423.MOV

Kathy and I were married for thirty years. We shared lots of secrets and had lots of pee fun over those years. The following is part of her history that we talked about many times and even re-enacted or roll-played together. When Kathy used to walk home from high school Jack Kennedy was President. She kept her virginity until after graduation and what she learned in health class didn’t give her an explanation for the tingly feelings she got “down there” from walking home with a full bladder. She had a long list of chores that needed doing before her mother got home, so there was no time to waste in the bathroom. The kitchen and living room had to be cleaned and then the dishes washed. She liked doing the dishes with her shoes off. She ran the water and would dance in front of the sink in her white cotton socks, or bend and squeeze her knees together once the pee pressure got really strong. She couldn’t use her hands to hold her crotch, they were busy doing the dishes. She would be careful not to bend and squeeze her legs when the floodgates opened, lest the pee stream hissing through her cotton panties get her skirt wet. Once the dishes were finished, she would turn her attention to the puddle in front of the kitchen sink, then wash her wet socks and panties in the bathroom sink, leaving no sign of her “accident” for when mother got home from work.

I love wearing on the day-to-day. It just makes everything a little bit more fun and cozy! Well, I started leaking a bit sooner than I had hoped, but I think I may just need to add a booster if I want a diaper to last a full day. I just bought a cloth diaper as well, so leaks will be less of a problem!

I started off my day with the same routine. I typically have to go #2 as soon as I wake up, and for some reason, today I had trouble peeing first thing in the morning. After that, I drank my morning cups of tea and water, and I took my medicine. One of which is a diuretic 😏. I had to pee shortly after my tea, and decided that I would pad up rather than use the toilet. I prepped my pink diaper and spent an excessive amount of time getting the tapes symmetrical. Megamaxes are the nicest to re-tape. By the time I stood up, I was fighting the urge to let go. I relented and it felt amazing. Nothing compares to flooding a fresh diaper for a few seconds. I relaxed and my diaper started to fill up. My bladder was pretty full after not being able to pee an hour earlier, but there was no barrier now. I could pee freely 😇 Now that my day has started, I got ready for the day in a floral dress. I layered this with boyshorts and tights. My dress was just long enough to cover my boyshorts, but if I bent over, you could see my diaper bulge out behind me. I kept drinking, running errands, and peeing in my diaper. After 3 hours, I returned home and felt that my diaper was kinda squishy, a little saggy, and I decided it was time to do a photoshoot. The front of my diaper is mildly full, but the back is still free real estate. Anyway... Now that I'm done with outside world things, I'm gonna get changed, throw on a diaper cover, and try to fill up the ass of my diaper!

This past weekend, we went out to finish up our Christmas shopping. We were going to hit up several local places, none of which have any real bathroom facilities. I was hoping this would lead to some desperation / leaking. Some definitely happened, just not in the way I expected. To start, we went to a place about 20 minutes away. This is a small villiage which basically consists of 1 street lined with shops for about a half mile, with a couple restaurants interspersed and a brewery at the end. There is also only a single bathroom and its tucked inside a badly marked building, so I figured between the normal routine of coffee then leaving, it should yield something interesting. Things started off with some hiccups, though, when we stayed around the house long enough for her to pee. Then, once we got there, they had portable toilets everywhere. She normally avoids them, but it was still something. Then after about an hour, we stopped at a coffee place, which also had coffee-based cocktails, and she peed again there. We hung around for another 20 minutes, then wandered around shops for another 30, then left foro a much larger city about 30 minutes away. To start, we went to a big indoor market for local artists. I distinctly remember that they only had a single bathroom and she didn't like it when we went the previous year, I was sure she would remember as she always keeps track of those things. It had been an hour and a half since she last stopped at a bathroom, with a cocktail and some coffee in her, so I had high hopes. The last year we had spent at least an hour there, and that was more than enough time for her to fill up. This time, though, it only took as 20 minutes to see everything we were interested in, and we only found 1 item. The line was wrapped around the building, and not moving quickly, so I had to make a decision. While I would love to see her hold on, I REALLY didn't want to wait in line. I decided to leave it up to her, and she also decided it was a good idea to leave. There were still no signs she needed to pee, but when we walked into a restaurant next door she immediately stopped. "I REALLY have to pee. Where is the bathroom?!" she said, crossing her legs tightly. Well, there we go. She had obviously been desperate. I needed to find and excuse to make her wait, and I had the perfect idea. "I don't know, what what do you want to eat and drink? She shuffled her way into the line, and started jiggling her legs quickly as she looked around for a menu. This was primarily a brewery, so all they had listed was their beers, with a QR code to look up the menu. She fumbled around with it for a minute, then browsed through the menu, quickly finding something. "OK, there you go. Now I'm going to pee." As she turned, I grabbed her shoulder and said "Hey, what beer do you want?" "I just peed a little! Figure it out!" "Well, there's a ton of beers, and I honestly don't know what you want. It was true, they had about 30 different beers on tap, so she gave up and crossed her legs tightly while bending forward to take the pressure off her bladder. By the time she figured it out, we were walking up to the counter to order. She turned to tell me, but I pointed to the person taking the orders. She grunted at me, then quickly told him what beer, then again turned away. "Hey!" I said. "What did you want to eat?" She had already turned around and froze then banged her hand on the table before turning back around and stopping next to me. She had been kinda hiding it before, but she had totally given up be being discrete. She was leaning forward on the table, standing on one leg with the other wrapped tightly around it, and her foot shaking back and forth. Her butt was sticking out sharply as she bent her waist forward as much as possible, and she was literally bouncing in place as she pulled the menu back up on her phone. She quickly found her order, but about 5 seconds after she started ordering her eyes got big and she paused for a couple seconds before quickly finishing the order. I decided to push my luck and ask her to help carry the glasses (our two beers plus a water), but before I could say anything she was running towards the bathroom. It took at least 5 minutes for her to make it back to the table, and she was a little red in the face. "So, you make it OK?" She glared at me before answering. "Not at all. I already told you I leaked when we got there, then I leaked several more times. When you make me come back to order, I peed for at least a second before I stopped it. I started leaking when I saw the bathroom and couldn't stop then, then I totally lost it when I unbuttoned my pants. I think I peed in my panties for a couple seconds before I actually got them down. If could have taken them off I could have actually wrung the pee out, that's how we they were. As it was, I had to make due with toilet paper. Thankfully my pants are still dry, the Spanx saved me." Then she got a wry smile and reached under the table to squeeze my hard-on. "At least someone enjoyed it!"

Pad in jeans wetting. https://vk.com/video743443224_456239073

Many years later, Kathy would play “Hold It” on her drive home from work. Once in a while our schedules would be such that I was home before her. One of my favorite memories of her was when she would come through the kitchen door, squeeze her knees together, bend forward at the waist, and thoroughly piss her pants. I still get hard remembering.

When they have that energy of "I want to go forward!!", but the line is keeping them in the same spot. They then start walking on the spot, tapping their heels, sighing and stepping aside to see why the line isn't moving.

Hi everyone! I had this experience a few weeks ago but I’ve avoided sharing it because I was kind of nervous—for some reason. But now I’ve got some courage, so here it goes! First, here’s a quick description of us: I’m mid-20’s and have a very curvy body with some chub (not a whole lot but some!). I have pink hair, tattoos, and piercings (nose, eyebrow, lip, nips, tongue, ears). My boyfriend is early-20’s (yes, I’m older. Whatever). He’s extremely handsome, Asian, and super built. I know, I’m lucky ❤️ Anyway! I came clean to him about my omo kink pretty early into our relationship. While he initially didn’t feel the same way about piss, he was definitely fascinated by it and definitely not opposed to trying new things. However, he lived with his parents until recently, and I had a roommate with lots of shared common area, so we didn’t have much opportunity to really experiment. Then, as of this year, we moved in together. And it’s been great! And very naughty. We were cuddling one night (all I was wearing was a T-shirt and panties, all he was wearing were boxer-briefs) when I told him I had to get up to pee. He told me he didn’t want me to go, and that he would rather hold me while I get desperate until I pee the bed. Immediately, this surprised me! My heart was pounding. I begged him to let me go but he just said no. At this point my pussy was getting SOOO wet. Unfortunately, though, I had to get up for work the following day, so even though I wanted this to go on forever I eventually had to cave. I told him I didn’t want to clean the sheets tonight (lol) and that I needed to go. He was very disappointed, and even though I was pretty desperate at this point, I felt bad for him. So I said he could watch me pee through my panties on the toilet. He was eager to watch and it was so thrilling! My panties were gray, so the wet patch was really visible. It felt so good to let everything out knowing he was watching. I could see his cock had gotten so hard while I pissed myself. Once I was done I sucked him off. I showed him how wet my pussy had gotten after everything, and he promised we could do it again sometime. He still wants me to wet the bed, haha! I think I’ve officially gotten him into omo.

I know I have talked a bit about my amazing girlfriend here before. Well, today, I want to talk about her some more! I have a story to share today!!! About a year ago, my girlfriend and I were driving home from a cabin in the woods we go to every year. It belongs to my great aunt. We love it up there! We go up there every summer for a weekend with my parents, sister, and my sister's boyfriend. But due to their being six people, there are too many of us (and luggage), so my parents drive a car, me and my girlfriend drove a car, and my sister and her boyfriend drive a car. Anyway, we were driving home, just me and my girlfriend. My girlfriend had a bit to drink and had to pee. It was a three hour drive home and we were halfway there. We were driving through a long stretch of road that was quite literary the middle of nowhere. There were no rest stops around and no other cars for that matter either. My girlfriend told me that she had to pee pretty bad. Normally, this wouldn't have been a problem. If you have read my post where my girlfriend pees in front of me, you will know that she is not a shy girl! My girlfriend will happily pee in the woods. My girlfriend can even pee into bottles. (Mostly because she has learned if she places a large bottle (like a sports drink) to her urethra, she will pee into the bottle. Where else could her stream go? And yes, my girlfriend knows her body so well that she could easily find her urethra!) So, technically, she is set. We are in the middle of nowhere and we have empty Gatorade bottles in the car with us at the time. My girlfriend had two options of where to pee. I asked her about both of them. "Do you want me to pull over so you can pee?" I asked. "No." "Do you want to use one of the bottles?" I asked. "No." This confused me. She was never shy before. Why now? I asked her about this and she just smiled sweetly and said, "Who says I want to pee?" This was strange to me. At this time, she was already fidgeting a lot and gripping her crotch. She was shaking and sweeting. She quite clearly needed to pee. My girlfriend told me that she knows how I am into desperation, and this is a perfect excuse to be desperate for me! She said that knowing I was happy made a bad situation better. (Not really a bad situation. As I said, the girl had many options for relief at the time). But she wanted to hold it instead because she knew I liked it. My heart melted. I told her that I didn't want her doing this for me. But she insisted she wanted to. I agreed. I teased and taunted her as she was desperate and it was so hot! But sadly, as we were nearing the end of the long stretch of road, she did tell me she wanted to get out and go pee. She said she loved doing this and hoped to do it again, but she didn't want to actually be stuck in a car desperate. I was tempted to point out that she still had the bottles, but I knew going outside was easier for her. I waited in the car while my girlfriend drained her bladder. She came back in with a freshly emptied bladder [boo] and a smile. She insisted she hoped to do this again for me. Do I have the best girlfriend or what!

Kelly knew that I liked to play Hold-It on my hour-plus ride home from work. If traffic wasn’t bad I usually made it home to get delicious relief while peeing like a racehorse in the small bathroom attached to the kitchen. Light snow usually added half to three quarters of an hour to my commute, so the chances of me being pretty close to desperate on my arrival home this particular snowy evening were more than good. The kitchen sink was located between the entryway door and the kitchen half-bath. I made it home and parked next to the deck, and concentrating on squeezing my bladder valves, made it through the front door into the kitchen. There I found Kelly waiting for me in front of the sink, where she stopped me, put her arms around me, and gave me a big Welcoming Home kiss. While we were there embracing, she reached out and opened up the kitchen faucet full blast, then stood back and grinned as I flooded my pants.

I do the exact same thing! I’ll anxiously look ahead at the women in the front of the line as well. Another favorite behavior of mine is when women try to be subtle about their desperation, but they can’t hide it very well. For example, we will tense up our bodies and ball up our fists to try and hold it, and when it gets so bad, we start crossing our legs more and bending over. It’s so hot seeing someone go from that to full on potty dancing. Like they’re really embarrassed, but their need to pee is much worse!

(I usually don't color these but seeing this character only had a single color I decided it was worth it to add it )

Having a warm soggy diaper hugging you is scientifically proven to improve gaming performance. It's just more convenient too, no need to break concentration by getting up to use the toilet.

All great questions! Some of which will be answered in.... Chapter Twenty-Two “Lavender? You okay?” “Mhm,” I replied weakly and nodded my head, but I wasn’t really. Sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen. I had done a little too good of a job shoving my need to pee to the back of my brain and now it was coming back with a vengeance. This was always the end game, wasn’t it? It was, but… But what? But I was having second thoughts now that the moment was upon me, not least of all because Vivian had just shared something really special and intimate. Too bad it was a little too late for second thoughts. That fact became painfully obvious as another wave of fresh pain passed through me and my panties grew damp. “Are you sure?” Vivian was asking, but she seemed far away. Why are you even bothering to fight it? This is what you were waiting for; you literally thought about peeing your pants as a distraction just minutes ago, and now you’re having second thoughts? Why was I fighting it? I took a deep breath, said a small prayer that I wasn’t make a huge mistake, and stopped fighting it. This was easier said than done; it was an effort of sheer willpower to stop fighting it—potty training is engraved in our brain like that—but I had a lot of practice. My body took over almost immediately, and the crotch and seat of my shortalls quickly became soaked. I looked up at Vivian and put on my best mix of worried and afraid. “Lavender?” Vivian’s face contorted into confused concern as she put the spoon down and began approaching me. “What’s wrong, darling?” I couldn’t have answered her no matter how much I wanted to; I felt completely frozen. My bladder was still emptying itself, and all I could do was sit there. Fortunately, I didn’t need to answer her. The sound of pee dripping off the stool and splashing to the ground answered for me. Vivian looked down at the floor, then back up at me, her face softening. “Oh, Lavender,” she said, clearly at a bit of a loss. “I’m sorry,” I blurted out at last as the stream tapered off to a trinkle and then nothing. “I’m so sorry, Vivian,” I didn’t realize I was crying until I tasted the salty tears on my lips. “I…I just had to go so badly all of the sudden and…and…” My words trailed off. All I could do was look at Vivian helplessly. Her face was so gentle and kind, but also so full of pity. It was too much, the dam broke and the tears turned into full-on sobs. The accident may have been contrived, but the panic and fear and the tears were all real. Not to mention the shame. “Lavender, darling, sweetheart,” Vivian crossed the small space between us in the blink of an eye and hugged me, holding me close to her chest, and began slowly stroking the back of my head as I cried into her chest. “It’s really okay, my little Lavender, everything is okay, all right? We’re going to get you all cleaned up and sorted out, okay?” “Okay,” I muttered through snot and tears. I was honestly a little surprised at myself for crying so much, but the look of pity on Vivian’s face had been too much for me. But maybe I just felt ashamed over how misplaced the pity was. We stayed like that for a long time, Vivian holding me while she stroked my hair and made soft, reassuring noises while I focused on my breathing and tried to calm down. Eventually, the tears dried up. “Here,” Vivian said softly as she grabbed some nearby paper towels, “I know these are kind of rough, but let’s try to get your face cleaned up a little, okay?” I nodded as Vivian went to work wiping tears and snot off my face. She stopped short of blowing my nose for me, instead handing me a fresh paper towel when she was done and instructing me to blow my nose. “I’m so sorry,” I repeated, completely and utterly at a lose for what else to say or do. This had been my end-game; it had been impossible for me to effectively plan for what came next since so much hinged on Vivian’s reaction. I was rudderless now, drifting in unknown waters, my only certainty was where the currents were taking me…at least, I hoped I knew. “That’s enough apologies,” Vivian said softly but sternly, “I won’t have you feeling guilty or bad for things you can’t help, okay? It was just an accident, and everything is okay.” Ouch, right in the guilty conscience. I nodded and sniffled, resisting the urge to start crying all over again out of sheer guilt. “Fortunately,” Vivian said, her voice lightening up, “you have plenty of clothes with you, so we can get you changed, and I can toss these clothes in the laundry and have them ready to be packed in your suitcase by tomorrow morning before we leave, okay?” “Okay,” I nodded again. “Okay,” Vivian smiled reassuringly at me and took my hand, “do you want to take a bath?” I shook my head, “I think maybe just a quick shower?” “That’s a lovely idea,” Vivian squeezed my hand and started leading me out of the kitchen and towards the upstairs bathroom. “You can just go ahead and get yourself all cleaned up and into some fresh clothes. By the time your done, dinner will be almost ready, all right?” I simply nodded and allowed myself to be lead upstairs and back to the bathroom I had cleaned myself up in after so many accidents already. When we arrived, Vivian, like she usually did, started the water for me, adjusting the knob until she decided the water was hot enough, the only difference this time being that instead of plugging the tub and allowing it to fill when she had found the right temperature, she pulled the plunger that switched the water from the faucet to the shower head. I stood there awkwardly watching her in silence the whole time. When she was done, I expected her to leave as she usually did with instructions for me leave my clothes in the hallway, but instead she turned to me and gave me a quizzical look. “Okay!” She said brightly, her confusion seeming to dissipate quickly. She closed the distance between us and started undoing the clasps on my shortalls. “Let’s go ahead and get you out of these.” My cheeks turned a new shade of red, but I bit my lip and let her continue. You can’t just let her peel you out of pissy clothes! Why can’t I? Because…it’s…embarrassing? More so than pissing myself in her kitchen? “There we go,” Vivian said as she undid the second clasp and let the shortall fall to the floor around my ankles. “Oops,” Vivian said looking down,” I guess we should have taken your shoes off first, huh Lavender?” She gave me a playful smile and bent down to start untying my high-tops. This is so awkward, shouldn’t you like…say something? Say what? Anything! But I was at a complete loss. I simply stood there in my t-shirt and wet panties, my shortalls around my ankles, as Vivian untied and removes my shoes and socks. “Okay,” she said when she was down, “step out!” I followed her directions and stepped out of my sodden shortalls. “Now, arms up!” She said with a smile as she stood back up and grabbed the hem of my shirt. I blushed as I complied, and for the first time since this little undressing routine had started, a shy smile graced my lips. “There’s a smile,” Vivian said as she dropped my shirt in a pile with the rest of my clothes and pinched my cheek. “Are you feeling a little better now that you’re almost out of those icky clothes?” Icky? That’s not the kind of word Vivian would usually use… It wasn’t, but I just smiled and nodded, “um, I can…do the rest…” I offered with a blush, secretly hoping she’d turn it down. “Don’t be so bashful,” she dismissed my offer with a wave of her hand before reaching around my torso to unbuckle my bra, “it’s not like this is the first time I’ve undressed you.” “I know, but…it’s…different…” “I guess a little,” she dropped my bra into the pile and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my panties, “but let me take care of my little Lavender, okay?” Okay, Miss Vivian. “Okay…Vivian,” I blushed almost as hard as if I had said the whole thought out loud, then added a polite but subdued, “thank you.” “You’re quite welcome, darling,” Vivian said as she gathered up my clothes in her arms. “Shall I grab something from your suitcase for you to change into?” I nodded my head, “yes, please.” With assurances that she would be right back with fresh clothes, Vivian finally left, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Well, that went…pretty well? Define “pretty well.” I set about trying to find a hair tie to keep my hair from getting wet in the shower and quickly found one in the vanity above the sink. With my hair tied up, I climbed into the shower and set about cleaning the pee of my skin. Well, it wasn’t worst-case scenario. I have to admit, it was not. And she undressed you, like a toddler. I could feel my whole-body blush as I thought about it again. Then I blushed deeper as I realized Vivian was going to have to go into my suitcases to get clothes. The suitcases where my diapers and pull-ups are. Maybe she’ll bring you a pull-up instead of panties. Maybe she’ll see them in your suitcase and realize they are the much more appropriate undergarment for a girl as little as you are. “Now, sweetheart,” I imagined Vivian saying as she came back into the bathroom holding a pile of my clothes with a pull-up on top, “I don’t want you to fuss about this, okay? But your accidents are getting a little out of control, and I think it’s time we put you back in pull-ups, okay?” As I showered, I played through variations of that scenario, resisting the urge to do more than just imagine them. When I was finished a few minutes later, I pulled back the shower curtain to find a small pile of my clothes sitting on the sink. Vivian had, apparently, slipped in and out of the bathroom without me noticing. I couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed by the pair of panties sitting on top.

Recently, I purchased the adult pocket diaper from Ecoable, and I have to say that I am in love. I've never tried a cloth diaper before, but I'm a curious person. I bought a Pocket Diaper 2.0 with insert, and it is sooo comfy. They're a little hard to get used to putting on, and the snaps are a little frustrating. I had to take multiple attempts to put it on successfully each time I've used it. Once it's on, you can barely tell it's there other than the waddle factor. I'll be trying them out as a diaper cover tomorrow, and maybe I'll try out my plastic pants too. If I can still move. They're pretty discreet otherwise. They're also super quiet, unless you're peeing in them. They hiss a lot 😅 I will definitely be adding this to my routine ^_^

I believe there was a thread posted about this topic a while ago, but i don't know if it's still active so I just decided to make a new topic advertising my list. With there being so much omorashi stuff for Japanese Mangas, there seems to be little to nothing for these Korean made manhwas/webtoons. It's a shame since they have color, and I personally like the art style of these better. I couldn't find any list of pee scenes in these, so I decided to make my own. After a few months of hard work, I've been able to compile this list of 164 different stories with almost 200 scenes. Keep in mind that a lot of these are scenes that show the girl on the toilet. This isn't because it's my personal preference, but because it was stupidly hard to find most of these scenes. I would search for hours trying to find wetting scenes, but to no avail. I did find some though, and those scenes are from stories number 7,24,34,36,44,46,47,140,164, with #140, (S Diaries 100 chapter 45), being the best one out of the bunch. The other ones are either toilet scenes, peeing outside, on the floor, in containers etc. Sorry if some of these scenes might suck to some people, but I tried to find the best scenes I could with how hard it is to find them. In my personal opinion, the best scenes on this list are from stories number 1,2,7,8,10,11,12,14,17,18,21,27,29,30,32,33,36,42,43,44,46,48,49,56,57,59,60,71,85,113,118,120,122,124,139,140,141,161, . This is based on the fact that they're more complete scenes with buildup/desperation, and usually show the pee and expressions of relief. *All of the scenes can be found on Manhwa18.cc or Webtoonxyz.com unless the list states otherwise* P.S.- Some of the stories did not have a translated version. If someone knows if it has been translated let me know. The following stories had no English titles but were still good enough for me to include. copy and paste the following titles and website into google and it should be the 1st/2nd link. #147- 힐링걸 on dozi068.com chapter 3 #64- 탐욕심판대 2화 on toonthe.com #59-军人篇(4)-制服的诱惑 #92-툰더 소원을 말해봐 10화 on toonthe.com #162-투혼의 란제리(시즌2) 4화 on toonthe.com Be sure to check the list out on my thisvid profile, as there are screenshots of the scenes in the album. You can choose which story you want to look at based on how much you like the screenshot. If the image looks blurry/bright it's because of the way the art style interacts with thisvid. If you look up the story it should look normal. Manhwa/webtoon toilet and pee scenes liist - Image 2032565 - ThisVid tube If anyone has anymore scenes that they know of feel free to let me know as they have been getting scarce. Other than that, I hope you guys enjoy! Also, as of this post the lists are still waiting to be approved on the thisvid album. just a heads up.

Wetting purple pj's View File Sitting in my lounge pj's and wetting...kept them on for a part 2~ Submitter Disneybaby65 Submitted 12/18/2022 Category Female  

This important video features Sosha, in their first appearance on HD Wetting in nearly three years, making a very special announcement. Besides making this important announcement, Sosha also pees in their tight jeans for us to watch. After peeing Sosha shows off their wet pants to the camera.

https://thisvid.com/videos/seated-wetting2/ I think she had pee lock, bec she dribbled awhile in her chair before she cut loose with a huge panty wetting.

Merry Christmas and Season's Greetings to all my followers, friends and the Omorashi community

That's why I love your accounts of being in slow moving bathroom lines! 😉

@DespLoveDennis "When they have that energy of "I want to go forward!!", but the line is keeping them in the same spot. They then start walking on the spot, tapping their heels, sighing and stepping aside to see why the line isn't moving." I do that all the time!

Swedish: Kissnödig ("Desperate to pee", direct translation "pee-needy") Jag kommer att kissa på mig! ("I am going to wet myself!", direct translation "I will pee on myself!") For "Kissnödig", It's really, really useful to have this concept in a single word.

When I have a no-toilet day I don't really count, but yes at least 5. With recent cold weather I've been wearing thermal underwear, which absorbs lots so I can pee pretty freely all day without worrying about leaving puddles.

I was unsure whether or not to confess this, okay whatever 🤷‍♀️ I had this experience, and it wasn't that exciting, really... I've been asking my husband to let me do it for ages, and finally, a couple of years ago, he agreed. We went to the toilet, I grabbed his dick, he was shy for a couple of seconds, then started peeing. What can I say... Basically you just hold a flaccid penis, which isn't that arousing, and look at a ridiculously thin (because men's urethras are narrower than ours) stream of piss. I asked: "But why do men tend to leave droplets of pee everywhere? It's actually super easy to aim, I thought it would be more challenging." "That's because I didn't need to go that much. If you're absolutely bursting, it's quite different. Pee is being forced out like from a fire hose, and it's really hard to control." "Wow, sounds cool! How about you drink a ton of water, and in a couple of hours let me try to aim?" "Nah thanks, I'm good." So... I guess that's it...

Fuck, that was a good piss. I sat down with my large diet coke and sipped it to completion as planned within the first two hours, followed by a cocktail that I nursed for the remainder of the film since my bladder was filling quite rapidly by that point. As the film went on, I nearly broke a few times since I was trying to resist squirming or grabbing myself in public despite the growing need. There were a handful of people that ran off to relief themselves during the movie, but I was determined not to be one of them despite all I had drank! Hearing and seeing all that water sloshing on screen, while staring at the massive empty cup and cocktail glass I had consumed was a mixture of torture and total bliss as my bladder filled more and more. My jeans were getting so tight from the pressure, I had to unbutton to make room for my bladder bulge, which helped relieve the pain a bit. Finally the credits start rolling, but I remain seated, legs twisted, hands digging into the arm rest, waiting until every last name has gone by. Most people had started shuffling out immediately, headed to the restrooms I’m sure, meaning there’d be a line waiting for me. The credits wrap up and I gently get out of my seat as to not jostle my overfull tank too much and try my hardest to casually walk to the men’s room, which had a line still (only three urinals). It’s utter torture listing to everyone go before me, but I try not to squirm while I wait. The pressure is throbbing at this point! Finally It’s my turn- I whip out as fast as I could and unleash a massive jet of pent up piss, letting out a faint moan with it. God it felt good to unload that flood after three hours+ of suffering. I’d say a great trip to the theater overall, can’t wait for the sequel 😁

My G/F and then wife, Debs always wore a dress with moderate sized panties to a house party, and never lined up for the toilet. She always peed in her panties, usually outside on the grass, sometimes I would go with her, other times I have seen her talking to someone and pee dripping out from under her dress. One time she came over to me and said, “I’ll need your help later tonight I have got these two little brown walnut type things to get rid of.” I asked her where are they, she simply said, “in my pants” so she had done a small no 2 and was walking around still chatting, talking and drinking Wetting was the norm pooping her panties was not so common, one springs to mind because she wet herself the moment she got out of the car, and later that night peed her panties on the front veranda, slatted wooden decking so it fell straight through. Quite late in the evening I was talking with some guy but not really listening, I watching Debbie from the back, some woman was talking to her and she was nodding at the right time, often when this happened you would see some pee dribble down her leg, not this time, but she was a bit hunched forward for about half a minute. She s walked over to me and whispered in my ear “I’ve just pooed in my pants; we might go in about half an hour because I need to do more” She walks off and I am now trying to hide a hardon. So for Debbie, she did like wetting, pooping was more occasional, but as far as house party type gatherings went, it was convenient, no lining up, no missing out on things, just doing it where you were.

I don't sorry, wish I had more space I only record in my room or bathroom. Once in front of the washer but I have the basement home. 😉 make sure you stay hydrated~ can't wait to see ❣️ Sounds like a very nice after~

I’m fortunate enough to have had ladies in my life who would play “Hold It” with me on road trips. Sometimes it would be jeans, pee pads, and towels. A few times it was adult diapers. Either way, as I said, I have been fortunate.

Facts. Definitely enjoy gaming more this way.

Many decent hotels have mattress protectors on hand. They have to deal with a lot of genuinely incontinent people, so it helps them to save on mattress replacements. If you mention them ahead of time that you may need a mattress protector due to health condition, they're usually happy that you actually warned them about it, and staff will put a clean one over your bed while making your room ready. They're washable and reusable, so you don't damage anything.

Check my Tumblr, I repost all of them there. I don't know about these one specifically but there is a watermark? Woo Love this! Oh the most recent posts are excellent! Here's more I've been collecting!

@Azazbel Good questions and findings (and your results are very nice)—I’m happy to have another person trying this and compare findings. As you probably saw in one of my previous posts, I used real photos with Dreambooth to nail the exact look and everything, then I use anime models in later stages. I did try merging before and that works okay but usually I just use the merged model in between as I try to transition the style without losing the diaper. After reading your post I want to try new things... not sure when I’ll find a chance over the holidays but I’ll post when I do. bonus: I made these recently from my model trained on photos of real women’s pull-ups, don’t think I posted them here yet:

For me it's cleaning myself up and putting on dry clothes. I love to embarrass myself in front of my husband when I wet accidentally. Tell him I couldn't hold my pee, ask him to help me clean up or get me new clothes. Become the helpless little girl.

View File Re wetting purple pj's Re wetting my pj's ~ Submitter Disneybaby65 Submitted 12/18/2022 Category Female  

What if he is one of us? He has been waiting his whole life to build up the courage for the ultimate shame experience... That's the explanation I like the most. 😁

Chapter Twenty-One “A dirty martini for the lady,” Vivian declared as she handed me a large martini glass filled almost to the brim with a cloudy, green-tinted drink garnished with two olives speared on a glass pick. “You said you want something strong.” “I did, thank you,” I sipped the drink. It was salty and delicious, but I would have preferred it dirtier; the small splash of olive brine in the drink did little to cut the taste of the vodka. But at least it went down smooth. And it was definitely a strong drink. Don’t get too drunk. I won’t, I just need some liquid courage. I had come to Vivian’s prepared to wet myself again, but I didn’t want to wait until I was drunk this time. When I had an accident tonight, I didn’t want it to be able to be brushed off as a consequence of drinking too much. In fact, I had arrived with my bladder already starting to feel full to make sure I could do it before we had many drinks; Vivian’s mandate that I not drink until I was done handling a knife had been a convenient way to make sure that happened. But now my bladder was starting to truly ache. Faced with the prospect of having to pee my pants, my nerves were threatening to chicken out, so a little liquid courage was exactly what I needed. This is going to set the tone for the whole week. Good. So, you’re sure about this? Yes. I wasn’t, not entirely, but I was going to do it anyway. “So,” Vivian said as she walked over to the cutting board and got back to work on dinner, “what are you looking forward to the most this week?” Getting to wear diapers and pull-ups most of the week; maybe getting put in a diaper by Vivian… I made a thoughtful sound and took a sip of my drink to give myself time to think of things that didn’t involve diapers and wetting myself, “honestly? I think just getting to spend a lot of time with you,” I replied finally. “Oh, and the lake looks really nice, I’m looking forward to relaxing on the dock and maybe doing some swimming.” “The lake might still be a bit cold this early in the spring,” Vivian replied, “but maybe we’ll get lucky.” “Well, what are you looking forward to?” I asked. She smirked and looked back at me, “the spending a lot of time with you thing sounded pretty good.” Her tone of voice brought a blush to my face. “The woman I’m renting the house from said there’s a lot of nice antique shops in the town nearby, I thought it might be fun to check those out, if that sounds interesting to you?” “That could be fun,” I replied, “antiquing is basically just fancy and expensive thrifting, and I love going thrifting.” Vivian laughed, “you’re not wrong, darling.” Vivian started adding the vegetables she had been chopping into a pan. She narrated what she was doing as she did, breaking the cooking process down into simple steps, but I was having trouble following along. This is going to happen soon, are you sure about this? Is this a really bad idea? Maybe? But… I mean, what’s the worst-case scenario? Worst case scenario? She sees your ‘accidents’ aren’t confined to just when you’ve had too much drink and decides that’s more than she’s willing to handle and kicks you to the curb. That’s the worst-case scenario. No, the worst-case scenario is she some how intuits that I peed myself on purpose and realizes this whole thing has been a farce and outs me to everyone and I get kicked out of my program and blacklisted from academia. …okay, yeah, that’s the worst-case scenario, but that doesn’t seem particularly likely. But not entirely impossible. You’re supposed to be the voice of reason, you know that, right? Nothing about this is reasonable! So, does that mean you’re backing out? I was sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen island, my legs tightly crossed and my bladder starting to truly ache. I was absently taking alternating sips of my water and my martini, chewing on my lip in between. Vivian was talking, explaining how to make spaghetti sauce, but between how badly I had to pee and how loudly I was internally panicking over what I was about to do, I wasn’t paying attention at all. I want to do it; I want Vivian to think I have accidents. You could just start wearing pull-ups and tell her that, you don’t have to be so dramatic about it. I know, but… But this way is hotter, and you want her to suggest you wear pull-ups. You want her to be Miss Vivian. It sounds bad when you put it like that… She doesn’t seem unwilling though. She suggested you wear pull-ups to bed in the first place. She assumed I already wore them. But she bought you a pack and then suggested it was a good idea when you told her you didn’t wear them. And she suggest I wear them when drinking. And told you to bring diapers for nighttime. So far, she’s seemed willing to play…that role… Miss Vivian? Maybe she’s even— Don’t go there; only pain and disappointment lay that way. “You must be thirsty,” Vivian said, snapping me back into reality as she picked up my now empty glass of water and carried it over to the fridge. “You look distracted, darling; is everything okay?” “Yeah, sorry,” I replied, giving a weak smile. My bladder was practically throbbing. “Hey, um…” I started, but trailed off. “Yes?” Vivian prompted as she returned with my glass of water. “Would you like another martini?” She nodded at my empty glass. When did that happen? “No, uh yes…maybe,” I shook my head as if to clear my thoughts manually, “what I mean is, or…what I was going to say was, uh, are you…” I bit my lip and looked away, blushing hard. “Darling?” Vivian asked, her tone of voice mixed, as if she couldn’t decide whether to be concerned or amused. “What is it?” Are you sure you’re okay with me having accidents and wearing pull-ups? That’s what I was going to ask, but I knew I couldn’t ask that. It was dumb to even think of asking that. Plus, if you asked, she’d probably be suspicious when you pee your pants in a few minutes. What do I say instead? Quick! “Darling?” Vivian repeated, sounding like she was leaning towards concern. Pee your pants! Yes, that was it! “Uhm, sorry,” I gave a forced laugh as I bore down on my bladder, willing my body to release its content, “what I was saying was,” I continued, stalling for time, my body proving reluctant, “um, are you…” It’s no good. And it wasn’t. I had too much of a mental block; despite how badly I had to pee, I couldn’t force it out. “Are you…going to do any writing while we’re on vacation?” I blurted out, a sudden burst of inspiration hitting me. Vivian gave me a quizzical look, “Are you sure you’re okay?” “Yes, sorry,” I forced another weak laugh, “just, um, you know, my train of thought just…completely derailed,” it was such a feeble excuse, and Vivian seemed to know it. “Mmm,” she gave me an appraising look, as if she were trying to decide whether to believe me or not—or perhaps whether she was going to push the matter or not. “If you say so,” she said at last, albeit a little uncertainly. “I’m fine, really,” I said, feeling a bit more composed and a bit more like I was selling the lie. “Okay,” her reply had a hint of skepticism to it, but she seemed to be content to let the matter drop. “So, are you?” I asked, eager to move the conversation along. “Planning to write, that is?” “As a matter of fact,” Vivian smiled at me before turning back to the stove to stir her sauce, “I was, indeed, thinking of trying to get some writing done. Of course, that’s only if you won’t begrudge me terribly for taking some alone time?” “Not at all,” I said cheerfully, “maybe I’ll try to get some writing done too.” It might be nice to get to sit out by the lake while I worked. “Oh? Not working on your dissertation, I hope.” “And why not?” “Because, my little Lavender,” there was a playful sternness to her voice as she turned away from the stove and pointed the wooden spoon she had been stirring the sauce with at me, “you are on vacation. You have to give that brilliant little brain time to relax.” I pouted playfully, “but you’re going to be writing.” “Yes,” she smiled, clearly amused by my pouting, “but…it’s different…” “How is it different?” I asked. “Because it’s…” Vivian gestured vaguely in the air with the spoon, seemingly at a loss for how to justify the double standard. “Because mine is recreational writing,” she explained at last. “What does that mean?” I prodded. “It means, you know, writing that I do just for fun, that isn’t for a book or an essay or anything like that, just…for me, for my enjoyment.” She explained, seeming inexplicably self-conscious or embarrassed about writing for someone who was an award-winning author. “Oh,” I said plainly, thrown off by how awkward she seemed to feel and, as a result, uncertain of how to respond. “Well, I think that’s really nice!” That seemed safe enough. Vivian gave me a relieved smile, “thank you, Lavender. Sometimes, it’s just nice to indulge my hobby—because I do still consider writing a hobby—without having to worry about what anyone else will think of it, does that make sense?” I nodded my head, suddenly understanding why Vivian had seemed so awkward; this was something deeply personal she was sharing. “Yeah, that make sense,” I said. “Thank you, Lavender,” she smiled. “You know,” she suddenly gave a short but genuine laugh, “it’s funny, actually…do you know how I got started writing?” “No,” I said, absolutely riveted now. My bladder was still aching, but it was not yet so urgent that I couldn’t push it to the back of my head. “How?” “I used to write these…silly, stupid little stories and post them on these story forums on the internet,” she explained, wistful nostalgia filling her voice. “Other people would post their stories, and we’d all comment on each other’s stories. Well, I’d hate to be forced to read one of my stories from those days today; I’m sure it would be atrocious. Back then, however, the point wasn’t for it to be good, it was to have fun.” “Yeah,” I said, nodding enthusiastically, “that’s…kind of cute, honestly.” “You think so?” Vivian laughed. “Those stories may have been terrible,” she continued, “but I kept doing it because I loved it, and, eventually, I got better.” She shrugged, “I hope so, anyway,” she added with a self-deprecating smile. “I think you’re a wonderful writer,” I gushed without thinking, then immediately blushed, embarrassed by how fan-girly it sounded. “I mean,” I scrambled to maintain some dignity, “I really respect your work.” Totally nailed it. Shut up. Vivian smiled warmly, “Thank you, Lavender. I really respect your work as well.” I blushed and bit my lip, “Thank you, Vivian.” A long silence followed, but not an awkward one. Those words felt more momentous than their meanings would suggest, and they rested heavily but comfortably on the room. Vivian and I looked at each other, locking eyes for a moment, then simultaneously looked away. I was blushing, and I was certain she was too. You’re going to ruin this really nice moment by pissing yourself. I know, I know, I shouldn’t do it, right? But you’ve come so far, do you really want to give up now? “So, um,” I tentatively broke the silence, looking to distract myself from my predicament, “may…may I ask…what kinds of things you write?” I asked cautiously. “Like, when you write just for yourself?” Vivian smiled and shrugged, “they’re stories…stories like the ones I used to write back then. Some are total fantasy…like, wish-fulfillment level of fantasy, you know? Some are more reality-based; some are even based on real events, albeit always embellished. Then there are others that are just silly little stories that pop in my head.” “That sounds lovely,” I smiled, unsure what else to say. “The sad part of this whole story,” Vivian continued unprompted, “is that these days no one else gets to see those stories. I used to love sharing them with the other people on those forums, but these days it all feels too…personal, you know? Especially since I’m Vivian Devereux, award-winning author,” she smiled a little sadly. “I don’t mean to complain, it’s just that these stories can’t just be silly little stories, people expect…Literature.” I nodded empathetically, “that sounds really frustrating, but I’m glad you still write them for yourself.” She smiled at me, “one day, Lavender, I hope I can find someone to share them with.” Vivian set the wooden spoon she was still holding down on the counter and walked over to me. She cupped my face with one gentle hand and gazed into my eyes. “Yeah?” I asked meekly, swallowing hard. “Yeah,” Vivian smirked, then bent down and kissed me hard. Oh please, you can’t piss yourself while making out a third time. But Vivian broke the kiss off after only a few seconds. “If I’m being entirely honest,” she said playfully as she walked back to the stove, “I think I may have found someone to share them with, but we’ll have to see.” I grinned, but internally I was starting to panic again. Brief though the kiss had been, it had startled me…and turned me on…and both things were making this more…difficult. “Thank you for listening to me, Lavender,” Vivian said, oblivious to my plight. “It’s really nice to be able to share these kinds of things with you.” “I really appreciate that you’re comfortable sharing them with me,” I replied earnestly. “And I’m really glad that you do.” Vivian stirred the sauce, then lifted the spoon to her lips. “This sauce is really good, would you like to try some?” She held the spoon out in my direction. “Sure!” But as soon as I shifted in my seat to start getting up, I knew I had a problem.

Really only enjoy pissing or wetting if the person is visibly desperate. Don't like inappropriate pissing that causes a mess for other people to clear up

@Jimmy Olsen "Whether it's stories or videos, I dislike gratuitous sexual content. "Oh no, the bathroom was locked so I had an accident! I guess now I'll strip naked and start rubbing my parts!" What, you mean if the bathroom is locked and you have an accident you don't immediately strip naked and began furiously masturbating? I just don't understand some people…

Nice chapter. Definitely curious about those testimonials…

Option C. I'd love for both of them to run into the bathroom and try to share the toilet. Maybe Emma sits down and lets Phil pee between her spread legs, or maybe she attempts to pee standing up. Either way Phil gets a great show.

What really draws me into stories like this is the believability of it. Vivian isn't seeing Lavender wet herself and immediately putting her in pullups or diapers and making her sleep in a crib (there's a lot of stories I've seen like that), instead she's concerned about how embarrassing it must be to deal with and have others find out about. She's not judgmental, but instead caring and helpful. There's that adult side of both Vivian and Lavender that starts the story, and then Lavender's little side starts to show more and more and Vivian seems to encourage it. Very good writing. While some people may love fantasy stories or ones that get more sexual, the ones that make you paint the picture in your own mind of what is happening really tend to evoke more of a response from me. One gets an emotional involvement with the characters since you don't see them as just single dimensional descriptions. There's no paragraph or two describing something (like a person's body in graphic sexual detail), but instead short bits that require the reader to involve their own imagination. Can't wait for the next installment.

Ok so recently I went on a 3 night camp trip with 2 female friends along a well known coastal road that has plenty of great camps spots.We’re all early 30’s and pretty active. One of my friends Jena has a weak bladder and also has a habit of getting bit wild when she drinks and often wets herself or the bed when she’s drunk. Very entertaining to be around haha. Every afternoon after our hike we we’d start having some alcoholic drinks and it wouldn’t be long until Jena would just pull her leggings down and squat right in plain sight and piss at our campsite . Then do it again every 20 minutes or so for the rest of the night. It’s actually kind of impressive how often she pees. On the last afternoon it was just the two of us and we went down to the very secluded beach to have some drinks and listen to music, play games and watch the sunset. Once the alcohol started to kick in Jena needed to pee. She walked about 2 meters from the blanket we were sitting on and pulled down her leggings and pissed into the sand. I was ‘trying’ not to look haha. She would only pee for about 20 seconds then the second she was done would quickly pull her leggings back up not giving herself any time to drip dry. Her panties would get very pissy. We were getting a bit tipsy by now and 20 minutes later she walked about 2 meters behind me and started pissing again. She said something to me so turned around to see what she was saying and was greeted with a wonderful view of her pissing pussy spraying piss into the sand. I made some silly jokes about not needing to see that but secretly it was super hot. She slept in my tent that night and actually pissed the bed while I was spooning her. But I was so turned on I didn’t care at all. I just kept on spooning her all night. She was very apologetic the next morning. It was such a great weekend away and I really hope none of this sounds made up as it was pretty much a dream come true for an Omo fan like myself. I’m still trying to process how hot some of the things I saw Jena do were. There are even a couple more stories but maybe I’ll save them for next time.

Hi all, Sorry I've been inactive for a while. I've been wanting to post more but uni has been busy and I lost interest in talking about myself. So, from now, when I'm free, I'll turn my own experiences into a story all about Lula. You might recognise some bits from my previous experiences. Please enjoy! Lula could feel her full stomach wobble as she gently bounced up and down on her chair. Nearly a full day's worth of water and juice was sloshing inside of her and she could feel it bloat against the waistline of her skirt. She slowly squeezed her thighs together, feeling the material of her tights rub together and pick at itself, pulling at a small thread and pinging back into place against her leg. Her feet were crossed under the chair allowing her to keep her legs pressed tightly together. It seemed that any position other than this was less than comfortable. Lula looked at the clock. Again. Only three minutes had passed since she last looked. She could hardly concentrate. She wasn't in pain, but was struggling to focus on anything other than holding her bladder. Lula was competent at holding her pee. She often did it for convenience sake and not for anything else. She thought, at 15, she had trained herself not to need to pee whilst at school. It seemed like a good plan; especially with GCSE's coming up over the next two years. Only another two minutes had passed. Maths was slow and a bore at the best of times but this lesson was dragging. Lula picked at the end of her pen with her teeth. She tapped it against her workbook. She clicked it on and off. "Ouch" she exclaimed. "Stop it then" replied Emily, sat next to her. Emily was quietly racing through the questions in the textbook. She was a maths genius. She understood it all. Lula almost hated her for it. She was one of her closest friends, but was incredibly jealous of how well she understood numbers and equations. Lula was more of a creative. She appreciated art, dance, textiles, food, and media; having recently started it for her GCSE's. Emily had hardly flinched. Other than nudging Lula's elbow she was back at the numbers. Lula sighed. She tried to copy Emily's work on occasion but was never motivated enough to fully care. All she needed was that C to get through life and that's all she wanted. Lula shuddered due to how hard she was holding. You know, a pee shiver. She wiggled her toes hard to give her a distraction. "Finish the question you're on then bring your books to the front" stated Mr. Romano, wiping down the whiteboard and making space on the front table. "One pile of textbooks, one pile of your workbooks". Lula took a deep breathe, mainly of relief, as she clenched her legs and stood up and awkwardly joined the crowd of students barging their way to the front of the room. Lula was shoved into the corner of a desk. She felt the blunt impact against her right hip and let out a welp. She immediately leaned forwards and pushed the corner of the thick textbook towards her skirt and into her crotch. It was a quick reflex action given her hands were full. She felt the solid textbook thud itself into her crotch and straight in between her lips. At first it was immediately uncomfortable but also acted as a nice block between her knickers and the leak that she could feel waiting to be released. In the rush of the moment she pushed the corner of the book a centimetre inwards then pulled at it upwards, lifting the material of her knickers to make them tight. She clenched in the hope the small leak wouldn't escape. As she pulled the textbook away she felt a tiny patch-worth of pee dribble out. Her eyes were wide open as she was surrounded by classmates. In the excitement of the last lesson finishing, no one was remotely concerned that she had been pushed into the table. It all happened so quickly. Lula knew she had to recover. She bolted back up right and placed the books int heir respective piles. She could feel her cheeks burning. She knew she was embarrassed. She also knew, and hoped, that it was only the tiniest of leaks. She felt no dribble down er legs and no uncomfortable wet patch so it can't have been that bad. Back behind her chair, Lula took her pens crouched down to put her equipment in her bag. Whilst crouched, she quickly drove her left hand under her skirt and felt over her crotch. There was the smallest damp patch but everything else was dry. She could live with that. That's happened before. That happens to everyone, right? Lula took a sigh of relief and stood back up putting her jacket on waiting fro the final bell to ring. She tensed her calves in succession whilst holding sternly. The force of her hold was applying pressure against her bladder, which she thought was incredibly inconvenient. The bell rang. The class rushed out of the room. It was Friday evening. Everyone was both excited and exhausted. Lula hadn't been paying much attention to anything outside of her little bubble of desperation, bua fter leaving the room she was greeted with a large window and outside a huge downpour. "Shit" she thought. She pulled her jacket tight and fast walked towards the stairs. As she got closer to the door leading outside she could hear the mumbling of other students, the occasional scream, and the crowds running towards the busses. That was Lula's next job; to find her bus. The heavy patter or rain hit the tarmac and bounced back up at her shoes and ankles Not only was the October wind cold but so were the raindrops themselves. Only after a few steps she could feel the heavy raindrops bounce off the floor and start soaking her tights above her flat shoes. The cold draft clung at her legs and sent a rush up her skirt. She could feel the crisp air against her crotch making her tense more. By the time she found her bus, clambered aboard, and found a seat; her jacket was pretty much soaked and she was starting to shiver. Despite having on her white school shirt, blazer, and jacket she was still feeling the autumn cold. She has temporarily forgot about her need to pee but was tensing her whole body on the way to the bus so nothing had really changed. Now she was sat down and not moving, the realisation that she needed to pee came back again. She crunched her toes and felt her now soggy feet squeeze rainwater from her shoes. The rain water puddled at her feet and dribbled towards the back of the bus. As the busses all pulled away, Lula was bobbing on her seat again with her legs crossed. Luckily her bus wasn't the busiest so she had two seats to herself. Her bag was places on the seat to her left and she was against the window. As she looked out she saw the condensation tip toe its way down the foggy window. She closed her eyes and looked away. She was starting to feel the pain of holding. Looking at droplets wasn't helping. Crunching her toes up and feeling her soggy feet wasn't helping. The bus going over potholes wasn't helping. With no one sat next to her, she places her hands in her lap and pushed her thumbs and forefingers into her crotch to try and help hold. Luckily her school skirt was black so it was difficult to see where it had been rained on. She could feel the damp areas and the dry areas as she applied pressure to her crotch. The ride was starting to be torturous. Annoyingly, she was becoming thirsty too. As she swallowed some spit she lowered her eyebrows in confusion with herself. How can I be thirsty? The bus jolted to a halt at Lula's stop. She scrunched her face and hobbled off the bus, thanking the driver. Two other people got off here too. Lule put her hood up and pulled her jacket tight again. She was wiggling her big toes as she walked through the bitter, heavy rain. Corner of the road. Two more roads then it's her road. She stopped and looked. No cars coming down this street. Good. As she stepped into the road, her right foot sunk into a deep puddle she didn't even see. Lula lost her footing slightly and hopped forwards further into the road. She lifted her right foot and slammed it into the ground. It was saturated. Her shoe, her tights; everything up to her ankle. "Fuck off" she abruptly said to the puddle as she hurried a few more steps to the next pavement. The main road was to her left, which was busy. She was hoping people were too busy concentrating driving in the rain to see her almost fall into the puddle. Her right foot squelched with every second step. This didn't help the fact she was still quite cold. Next street passed. The rain was dripping off of the front of her hood and onto her nose and cheeks. As well as falling downwards, the wind was blowing the rain side wards as well from her right. With her right foot being soaked and cold, and now the rightside of her body getting progressively wetter, Lula was feeling grumpy. Grumpy and desperate for a pee aren't a good combination. Feeling all so sorry for herself, she failed to notice yet another puddle. This time, on the road to her right. The main road. With all the cars. She jumped but all too late. A car came from behind her and straight through the puddle. A wave of cold, murky rainwater rose up about half Lula's height and , like a heavy claw catching its prey, engulfed her jacket, bag, and tights. With her vision restricted from her hood her face was hardly affected, but now the whole right hand side of her body was pretty much fully soaked. She looked up angrily but noe one was there to see her expression. She didn't know how to react. All she knows is the shock of the sudden freezing splash made her weaken the tension she was applying to her bladder. She regained control straight away but felt another couple of pee drops leak into her knickers. The difference now was... they were warm. They were the least of her problems though. She got to her street and turned left. This road was much quieter. She was so incredibly uncomfortable and cold that she couldn't wait to get inside, change her clothes, and warm up. Lula got to her driveway. She walked down the empty tarmac and up to her front door. She leaned forwards and opened up her bag. She pulled the zip into the small pocket which she always put her keys. No. No. NO. The pocket was empty. Lula's expression dropped as she frantically searched through her schoolbag to find her door keys. They weren't there. She looked up at the door. No one was in. She knew that. Her Mum wouldn't be home for at least another forty minutes to an hour. She started to breathe heavily. She was cold. The rain was still cold and heavy. She was desperate for a pee. She was grumpy; and now she was locked out. Luckily, her front door was covered slightly by an overhang so at least underneath the door was slightly dryer, but certainly not warmer. Lula had been excited of the thought that she could soon use the toilet. You know when you;re nearing a toilet? And your body starts to realise you can soon pee? Ad it becomes harder to hold? That's what Lula was experiencing now. Suddenly she was in pain. She should be indoors by now, sitting on the toilet in a warm room. But no. She knew she had a panicked look on her face as she squeezed her legs together as she stood back up and bobbed on the spot. Lula and her parents didn't know their neighbours very well so asking to go inside would be too awkward. She thought about going to a friend's house who was only about five minutes away but that meant more walking. Holding hurt. Lula very quickly considered some options. She knew, as a young adult, she should wait. I can't pee here. I can't squat in public. There's nowhere to hide. I CAN'T wet myself. These thoughts were running through her head but the pain was agonising. The rain hadn't calmed down. She was already cold and pretty much wet through. Tears started to well up in her eyes. She felt a twinge in her crotch and a prickle of pain shoot up her stomach. This caused her to loosen her hold. She literally couldn't help it. A short wave of warm pee instantly shot into her knickers and spread over the crotch of her tights. She felt the warmth dampen the material of the tights and spread to her inner thighs. She managed to clamp down again and continue to hold. She rubbed her legs together and felt the warmth fade. She did realise however, there was no physical difference in feeling. Yes, she had felt warmer for a few seconds but her tights were already wet. She had already been rained and splashed on. Physically... nothing had changed. Lula knew her options were reducing. "Fuck" she said quietly to herself and she continued to wince under the pain. She let out a moan and hopped forwards back into the rain. She took one more hop to her left and onto the grass. With another gasp and a moan she closed her eyes and stopped holding. The pain lifted and the rush of the release tickled her waist, hips, and crotch. Her stomach and hips fizzed and the pressure was relieved. With her eyes still closed, standing on the grass, she felt her kickers flood with warm pee. It spread over the front and back of the material and she felt it pool slightly, then soak through, then pool slightly, and soak back through at her butt cheeks. The release of pressure caused the pee to first come out in waves but it eventually evened out into one constant flow. She looked down and saw the glisten of her tights as the fresh warm liquid flowed down her legs. There were a few droplets from where it was falling directly downwards but it was mostly sticking to the tights which were stuck against her skin. Whilst most of it dribbled into the grass, she felt the bottom of her feet get warm and her white socks went a pale beige colour on the insides of her legs. She was breathing heavily. In both a state of disbelief and euphoria she continued to look down and see what was happening. Despite fully wetting herself, Lula tried to clamp and start holding again but would immediately release and let it flow. This felt unnatural and taboo. Christ this felt like it was going on forever. Droplets were starting to fall from the front of Lula's skirt from where the wind had blown it towards her soaking tights. She considered again how her skirt was black so nothing would actually show up but she was very aware this was her school uniform she was peeing in. The flow started to weaken and Lula started to shake her legs. Not that it made any difference whatsoever. She stood in disbelief for a while, still in the pouring rain, contemplating what had just happened. In a way, she was more relieved than anything. She was no longer in pain and, for now, had warm legs. Her crotch started to tickle which was very odd. The feeling of disgust had gone and Lula was now feeling very strange. Satisfied almost. That wasn't as totally awful as she thought it would be. Given the circumstance, she thought she was taking it all quite well but she was worried why she was taking it much better than she had anticipated. Her biggest concern was... that felt nice. Lula brought her palm to the inside of her left leg and felt up the material of the tights. They were stuck to the skin of the leg, drenched. She sniffed at her hand. Smelt like pee. Duh. Now that was all over, she continued to stand in the rain. Slowly coming back to reality she walked back underneath he overhang atop the front door. She was dripping slightly, but that was due to the rain as well. Despite having no one to speak to, everything seemed very silent. Even the sound of the rain and occasional car seemed subdued. What is this feeling? Whilst in this strange state, her Mum pulled up in her car with a funny look on her face. She laughed whilst getting out of the car. "Forgot my key" said Lula, still red in the face but trying to act as innocent as possible. "I see! You're wet!" her mum joked. Lula jumped at the phrase You're wet. Obviously, it's raining; but it seemed as if her Mum was talking directly about the actual wetting. "From the rain..." Lula responded, "... obviously?" Her Mum replied, oblivious to the fact it could be from anything else. Lula laughed nervously. Once inside, Lula looked down and saw the beige stain still on her socks. She whipped off her drenched shoes and pulled the socks off then bolted back uptight. She threw the shoes by the back door to dry and grasped the socks in her right hand. She could feel liquid rinse into her hand and she knew some of that was pee; but she couldn't let her Mum see the stains. Nerves kicked back in and she was adamant she'd be found out. Lula clambered upstairs, dropped her school bag on her bedroom floor and picked up her cosy pyjamas. She ran into the bathroom and locked the door. Safety. She took a large breath and felt fully relaxed. She felt safe. Lula pulled her skirt down and off. She observed her tights. There was no obvious wet patch. They were just damp overall. She pulled the tights down slightly and looked at her knickers. Her pink knickers, with dark blue bow, were obviously peed in. You could tell from the position of the darkness on the material. The top part of the material was dryer, being saved from the bottom of her jacket and blazer. There was no denying these had been peed in. She gently ran her hand over the knickers and started to feel tingly again. This was weird. Nice, but weird. Now being in the safety of a locked bathroom, Lula got the weirdest of thoughts. I could just... sit on the toilet and pee again?... Through my clothes. People don't purposefully wet themselves... but I could?... And get away with it... again? These thoughts made her tingle more. She started breathing heavily again and became excited. Almost without hesitation, Lula pulled her tights back up, lifted the toilet seat and sat down. After a while she felt the front of her knickers warm up again as the glow of fresh pee layered the material and soaked downwards, wetting a dryer part of the material above her ass. Lula didn't know what to do with herself. She closed her eyes. She leaned backwards. She looked at the material getting wetter. What do you do with yourself when you're wetting? So many new thoughts were racing through her mind. This pee didn't last as long but she definitely felt wetter. With this second intentional soaking, Lula suddenly jerked her legs and she felt her knickers get wet again, but this time not with pee. It was the singe most best experience in her life and it lasted nor more than two seconds. She gasped and quietly screeched, taking two sharp inhales. Wow. With the moment over, Lula'd heightened mood was lost and all she could think of was guilt. Guilt and dirtiness. Why would I do that? Why DID I do that? I didn't need to do that. What do I do now? Her mind was racing again. She undressed completely and wiped herself down with a fresh towel. She wrapped all of the wet uniform up together with the intention to hide it in her room and wash it herself later with some other clothes. She put on her new, fresh, cosy pyjamas and carefully unlocked the bathroom door. Not that her Mum would be waiting outside it, but nervousness was kicking in big time. She crept back to her room and closed the door. What the fuck just happened...?