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  1. When I was requested to write up an IRL experience, I know for a fact that this wasn’t the one I was asked to write. However, this is the one that will be in existence – for now. Normally I would wait to share this until after I told my partner, but they're unfortunately for me they're unavailable right now, so they'll be rather surprised to see this in the morning. Today was a day. A very very long and unexpectedly wet day. My morning started off strangely. I was in and out of sleep for most of the night feeling more tired than usual. It was a mix of a mental overload from the story I’m supposed to be telling and from stress. Life has been a bit mental the past few weeks and so my stress level has been ridiculous. But I digress, not the story I’m currently telling. At some point, somewhere around 2 in the morning, I woke up very confused. I had a very odd dream that I can’t remember much of which had left me a bit lost, but then my confusion grew even more. It took me a few minutes, but I realized I was very wet. At first I thought nothing of it, but then it finally clicked. I had wet the bed. It’s not something that happens frequently but when it does, I’m always surprised. I was even more surprised this time because I had gotten up a few hours prior because I had to pee really badly. Luckily for me it wasn’t an over dramatic wetting, something I would have been very upset with while so tired and after I had just changed my bed sheets, but it was enough to have me embarrassed. Luckily my very sweet partner was quick to reassure me that it was okay, but being overly tired, the embarrassment persisted. There’s still a part of me half tempted to grab a pull up to wear to sleep, but I also need to get new ones that are sized down since my other ones were way too big. After being reassured and with a very cautious check, I decided that the damage wasn’t too bad and decided to just go back to sleep. Normally I would get up to clean myself, but I will admit I was 100% too lazy and far too tired to care. So, with surprisingly damp legs and soaked panties, I went back to sleep. What happened earlier was very obvious by the time I officially had to be up. While my mattress and bedsheets were safe, it was clear that I most definitely wasn’t. I very quickly scurried to take a very long shower to get myself cleaned and try and relieve some of my stress. I had a very long day to prepare for…I just wasn’t aware of just how long it would actually be. I had a special training to do today at an entirely different location than my usual building. I was very excited for it, but I’m really just not a city driver in the least. Still, I made do and did what I had to. The training itself went great. It was a lot of information but it was information I wanted to know. I had to be let out just a little bit early as I had parked in the nearby garage and even though I paid for the whole day, there was a concern that my time ran out just before they stopped enforcing the time and I didn’t want to get a ticket. To my surprise, as I was walking out, I ran into someone I had once worked with. To my even bigger surprise, she asked if I wanted to hang out for a bit. My first thought was to say to reschedule as I had a lot I needed to do and had plans to stop at a few shops before grabbing dinner, but for some reason I said yes. I hadn’t been able to sit down and talk with her in months, and though we weren’t the closest, I did enjoy her company. So, off to a restaurant to sit for a quick bite and a drink we went. On the way to where we were meeting, I realized I really had to pee, but it wasn’t terrible. At least, at the moment I didn’t think it was. I had a quick pee at lunch time, but had at least 5 refills of my usual water bottle from that point on. It didn’t feel like a big deal because we were planning to make our time super quick – nothing more than a quick drink and literally a pastry. We had things we needed to do and we were already making plans to meet up again before our little get together even really started. Well, imagine my surprise when our short little meeting which we planned to be only a half hour went for nearly three! One drink turned into several, and well, by that point there was a lot of liquid in me. There were several times I had considered getting up, feeling the very much increasing pressure on my bladder, but I didn’t want to be rude and go to the bathroom! I hadn’t spoken to this person in months and there was a lot to catch up on! We very happily traded work stories and gave some small life updates in the meantime. It was enjoyable, but after a quick look at my watch, I realized we had been sitting there for a good long while, and I really needed to at least get to the bank before getting home. Taking that as the cue to leave, we traded one more quick story each and went our separate ways until next time. When I sat down in my car, everything was fine. I felt okay, felt like my need to pee was manageable, but by the time I got to the bank and pulled up to the drive through ATM? Ooooh I knew I was in trouble. I’m not exactly the tallest person in the world, so whenever I use some sort of machine I need to pull up to, I have to put my car in park and open my door so it’s easier to reach. Well, the moment I did this, it was like every bit of liquid made itself known to me. It took literally the smallest movement ever to make me basically reach my bursting point, and I was horrified! I still had about 20 minutes before I would make it home, and I still had things I technically needed to do. The problem was I knew that if I dared to try doing any of it I was NOT going to make it. Not wanting to risk it, I decided that it would be best to hightail it back home after finishing at the bank. I was not about to risk having an accident in public, and I was sure that I could make it home perfectly intact and dry. I think the fact that you’re reading this should be evidence enough that I did not, in fact, make it home dry. I had barely made it onto the main road I needed to be on when I felt the worst pressure imaginable. I’m not a stranger to holding in the least, but this pressure in my bladder was intense. No amount of shifting and squirming or moving my seatbelt was saving me and relieving any of it. For a brief moment I thought about just leaking just a little bit, but the moment the thought left my mind, my body decided to go a different route. I was mid-squirm when I realized that something was terribly wrong as the pressure started to relieve itself just enough, and my crotch was growing just a little too warm. I looked at my console in a panic, seriously hoping that I had actually turned my seat warmer on, but to my horror, I did not and the seat warmer light was not on. Still, my crotch was growing warmer and warmer. It was a surprisingly slow warming that I felt, just a very small and steady stream which I could already feel pooling in my panties, which was just one of the small miracles I experienced. My second miracle was the fact that I was able to stop myself from peeing myself any more than I already did. My third miracle was the fact that I always have a towel on my seats, and it just so happened to be folded over – and while it’s for an entirely unrelated reason, it literally saved me from ruining my car seat tonight. I’m pretty sure I drove the rest of the way home very wide-eyed, suddenly awake, and very red-faced. I have never ever once had something like that actually happen while I was driving. It was an event that has more or less threatened to occur on many occasions, but my bladder had never betrayed me like that before. The fact it happened practically in slow motion was a completely horrifying thought because I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to believe it. I tried to convince myself that nothing had happened, but with each little wiggle I did to test whether I had indeed had an accident, I couldn’t even deny it. My panties were definitely wet and just a bit slick. I was afraid to know just how much damage I had actually done. Unfortunately for everyone involved, I did not take photos this time because I was beyond humiliated. I'm sure my partner will be a bit disappointed in that as I've always promised to wet in jeans, but tonight was one of those rare nights I just didn't have it in me to document what happened. I practically jumped out of my car in absolute horror when I got home, still hoping that I was imagining things and that warmth and dampness I felt wasn’t real. Unfortunately for me, it very much was. With a quick check, which was hopefully considerably less noticeable since it was dark out, I realized I not only have a sizeable patch, perhaps the size of a softball, in the crotch of my jeans, but I had also definitely peed on the towel on my seat. The spot on the towel wasn’t nearly as big, but the normally light blue towel now sported a much darker discolored spot now. It seemed that my panties - my magical super-soaking panties (they're just regular cotton but have a strange holding capacity) - had managed to hold back the worst of it, but once out of the car, I could definitely feel just how wet my butt was. A quick reach back to feel myself led me to feeling another small wet patch, but I'm not sure how big it actually was. For all I know it was a lot bigger than the softball spot in my crotch, but I didn't fully look, too afraid to know. Feeling beyond humiliated, I gathered my things and ran inside to get them in the wash, and so that I could take a shower. I didn't look too much at my jeans, but my panties were definitely soaked. How they held up as well as they did, I really don't know. Luckily, I don’t think anyone noticed or realized that something had happened when I got inside, but I definitely dashed through the house in shame to try and hide the evidence. I’m still feeling extremely embarrassed by the incidents of my day, but I hope everyone else can find enjoyment in it. For now, I'll finally head off to bed and hope that I feel a lot less embarrassed in the morning. xx, selena
    11 points
  2. Last summer I was at a concert with a few buddies. It was a standing room only rock concert with a bar on either side of the crowd. Before the opening band went on, I grabbed a beer and a cup of water. It was hot as hell so I wanted to make sure I was hydrated. Halfway through the first band, I finished my beer and walked to the bar to grab another. My friend group had been slowly inching towards the front of the stage all evening and was at the very front now. I made my way through the crowd to the barricades in front of the stage where my friends were. I decided to just down my second beer because people kept knocking into me. As the second band goes on, I started to feel the consequence of all the liquid I had just consumed. Halfway through the first set my bladder is full and under most other circumstances I'd break away to take a leak, but I was really enjoying the band and the good vibes. I figured I could just go after this band finished up their set. Dancing to the music was helping distract me from my now aching bladder. By the time the set was over I was busting for a piss. I tried to let my buddy know that I was going to run to the bathroom real quick. "Dude you're gonna lose your spot! There's only one more band. Can't you just hold it?" I felt my face turn bright red. "Yeah I guess I can hold it," I said sheepishly before turning back around. In reality, I wasn't sure that I could hold it that long. I pressed gently below my belly button and my bladder was rock hard. I adjusted the waistband of my shorts so it wasn't pressing on my full bladder and tried to ignore how bad I needed to go. As the last band started to play the dull ache in my abdomen was replaced with sharp twinges of desperation. I couldn't stand still anymore and I wanted so badly to reach down and massage my now tingly, aching penis. But I didn't want anyone to know I felt like I was about to start peeing in my underwear. As the band played on I felt the liquid inside me sloshing with every vibration of the kick drum. Just as I thought my desperation wasn't getting any worse, an intense urge to pee washed over me and my bladder muscles spasmed. I immediately crossed my legs, squeezing my penis between my thighs. The intense pressure right at the tip of my weiner let me know I didn't have a long time left. "Come on Luke, just hold it. There's only a few songs left and then you'll be able to take a leak," I thought to myself. I felt precum starting to leak down my shaft from all the pressure from my full bladder on my prostate. A little wet spot started to form on my briefs right at the tip of my glans. "Oh fuck the wetness feels so good," I thought to myself. Lost in thoughts of being able to relieve myself soon, I felt a drop of pee escape into my underwear. "Shit," I thought to myself as I started pinching the tip of my penis to ensure no more pee leaked out. I massaged the length of my shaft a few times before putting my hand into my pocket, milking out the rest of the precum already in my shaft. The wetness at the end of my urethra was making my need to pee even worse. Feeling my wet underwear against my penis always makes my need to go worse. A few minutes later I casually reached into my briefs to reposition so my tip wasn't resting on a wet spot. Luckily the crowd was too focused on the band to care about my hand drifting to my junk more and more frequently. Every wave of desperation was like a fight against the clock. If I didn't get to the bathroom soon I was going to have an accident in my shorts. As the band started their final song, my buddy wrapped his arm around me coaxing me to sway with him. I felt my bladder spasm again as electric shocks went down my shaft ending in an intense tingling pressure followed by another couple drops absorbing into my briefs. I didn't care who saw. I crossed my legs and grabbed my dick, pinching and massaging my tip as I let out a soft gasp. "Bro are you okay?" My friend asked. "Dude I'm about to piss my shorts. I have to go so bad I just leaked a little," I said shakily, still rubbing my aching weiner. "Go take a piss before you wet yourself bro. The bathroom is gonna be packed after the concert is over." Shit, I didn't even think of that. I didn't say anything as I started weaving through the packed crowd towards the back of the concert hall. "Thank you, good night!" I hear over a roar of applause. My eyes dart around but I can't find the sign for the bathroom. I jog up to one of the bars and stand impatiently waiting to ask the bartender where the bathroom is, rubbing my dick through my pocket trying not to leak more. After a couple minutes I can't wait anymore. The feeling of pressure at the tip of my dick is growing by the second and I feel my sphincter starting to tire. "Miss where's the bathroom, I really need to pee," I yell across the bar. She chuckles and points to the opposite side of the concert hall. "I can't believe I just said that," I think to myself as I start fast walking to the bathroom. The liquid was sloshing against the exit of my bladder with every step. About halfway there a dribble escaped into my briefs. I didn't care who saw anymore, I was on the verge of wetting my shorts and I needed to get to the bathroom NOW. I started jogging towards the bathroom, periodically reaching down to hold my penis so I didn't leak again. "Holy shit I'm gonna make it on time," I think to myself as I open the bathroom door. I look up to find the first empty urinal and see they're all taken. Not only that, there are 7 other guys in line waiting. My heart sank. "No no no I'm about to have an accident! I have to pee right now!" I thought to myself. I looked at the small row of 5 urinals envious of the guys standing at and letting it all out. I close my eyes and imagine standing in front of the urinal, pulling the waistband of my shorts and underwear down with one hand, cupping my nuts in the other, and tucking the waistband under my sack. I imagine pulling my foreskin back and feeling the cold air on my exposed sensitive tip, aiming, relaxing all my muscles, and releasing the pee I'd desperately held for over 2 hours. A little stream of pee squirted out of my penis. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," I say out loud as I cross my legs and squeeze my penis with both hands. "Gotta take a whizz, huh bud?" the guy next to me says laughing as I try to stop from squirting again. "I'm not kidding bro I'm about to wet my shorts. I can barely hold it anymore," I say clenching my muscles as tight as I can. I don't care about the embarrassment of being a grown man holding his crotch to keep from pissing his shorts. All of my focus was on holding back the flood until I could get to a urinal. Luckily the line was moving quickly. Only 2 guys were in front of me when I felt the dam breaking. "One more minute Luke, just hold it in for one more minute," I thought. A couple more drops leaked into my briefs as I pinched my tip trying to stop the flow. I knew there was a sizable wet spot under my hand but if I moved my hand to look I was gonna start peeing. 1 more guy in front of me. "No no not yet!" I thought as I felt the initial trickle starting down my shaft. I reached into my underwear with my other hand and started stroking and squeezing my engorged dick to buy a few more seconds before my stream started. I stood with my knees pressed together as I started dribbling in my underwear. Squeezing my dick wasn't working anymore. "Come on Luke, just a few more seconds. You're next. Stop the flow for just a few more seconds, " I think frantically, looking to see which guy was going to finish first. No matter how tight I clenched my muscles and squeezed my penis, I couldn't stop dribbling. My dribble quickly turned to a constant trickle that started to run down the leg of my shorts. As I saw the guy on the end urinal shaking out the last few drops, I spurted again and felt my pee running down my thigh. He took one step towards the sink and I ran up to the urinal before it could even finish flushing. Standing in front of the urinal was too much to handle and I started pissing full force into my briefs as my shaky hands tried to undo my button and zipper. I finally whipped my dick out as I was already spraying hard. I couldn't help but moan as I relieved my bladder. The feeling was ecstasy and I couldn't help but stroke my semi hard dick a little as I peed. After over a minute and a half my stream finally started to slow down, finally stopping for a few seconds before starting again. Once I finally pushed the last few spurts out, I milked the last few drops of piss out of my shaft. Although my shorts were black, you could still tell that the front was soaking wet from not making it in time. I put my dick into my drenched briefs and fastened my pants, quickly realizing all the guys around me saw me starting to piss my pants before I could get to a urinal. "Didn't quite make it? Been there dude. When you gotta go you gotta go," the guy next to me chuckled as we washed our hands. My face turned bright red as I realized I just had an accident in a bathroom. Guess it was my fault for trying to hold it that long.
    9 points
  3. https://twitter.com/Peter48159649/status/1615794932761128960?s=20&t=MzY2BJ1ziOdRz0Z1rpqnEg here is a rip of this video from Twitter z7RrvTB2Yh_pkzDC.mp4
    7 points
  4. Just a classic "couldn't hold it" wetting vid with some desperation. The girl, her sweater, the facial expressions, even down to her little shorts and legs getting wet. Everything's cute about this video. Kind of a cuteness overload. CutenessOverloadWetting.mp4
    4 points
  5. Okay, I'm a bit embarrassed to write this, but I had a genuine accident the other day. I have some medical conditions that *can* lead to a weaker bladder. It's not always an issue for me, but sometimes it is. I have never actually wet myself unintentionally though (while awake) and I have to admit, it was kind of my fault. I love to frequent coffee shops in my spare time, so of course, this story starts at coffee shop with a large soy latte. I had been reading and leisurely sipping for over an hour. I have a petite, but curvy, hourglass shape. I was wearing high waisted mom jeans (the kind of tighter sort) with a floral sweetheart neck shirred puff sleeve blouse. I finished up my book and I had to pee badly, so of course I used the cafe facilities before going on my way. Now is probably the time to mention that coffee irritates my bladder *bad* So, after packing up, paying, and using the bathroom, I headed across the road to the thrift store. My local is an absolute treasure trove and I can get lost in there for hours. As I browsed the racks I realised I was starting to need to go again, but I didn't think much of it because I knew I'd be heading home soon. I found a couple of clothes to try on, and headed for the change rooms, my need growing. I get really thirsty with my medical condition, so I was sipping water between each item of clothing. I headed out and grabbed some more clothes and it was during my second round of clothing try-ons that I realised I really had to go. The kind of, 'better get to the bathroom soon or I'll be in trouble' kind of 'had to go'. But there were no bathroom at the thrift store and I didn't want to head home just yet, so thinking I could hold it (I am a big girl after all) I kept trying on stuff (and drinking water!) and holding myself between clothing items. I ended up choosing this beautiful sheer floral embroidered blouse with a slight mark on it (which will come into play later). I paid for my purchase and walked the 10 or so minutes to my car, quite needing to go, but still believing it wouldn't be an issue. Got home, parked the car, and for some damn reason I decided to keep listening to music while scrolling social media and replying to some friends. You know when the music is just too good and you can't be bothered getting out of the car? That. Got out of the car and my bladder felt *heavy*. Going from sitting to standing with a bursting bladder is never a great idea anyway, but I had stuff to carry, so I couldn't use my hands to hold it. Our laundry is downstairs, and the carport is downstairs, so in my mind, getting my pretty new top with the slight stain soaking in the laundry tub was my priority (I don't know why I prioritised the convenience of not having to come downstairs again over my very real desperation, but I am not known for my good decisions). So, I did what any *smart* girl would do and filled the laundry tub with warm water and plunged my new top (and my hands) into it. Bad idea. The urge worsened to like an immediate need for relief. NOW. My bladder hurt, my hands tingled, my crotch felt warm, but I wasn't wet yet. My heart was racing and I knew I'd made a mistake. Time to go upstairs. I grabbed my bags, left my top soaking in the warm water and with a little pee dance, left the laundry. Now, I think at this point I really wasn't thinking clearly. Rational thought had left me and all I could think about was making it upstairs with dignity ... and how I needed to check the mail. Dear reader, I do not know what came over me, but I went and checked the mail ... while my need to pee had never been worse in my adult life. Got the mail, and I am not kidding when I say I was absolutely aching at this point. Probably whimpering, and in my head, was just the constant pleading with myself to not have accident. Finally got upstairs. Opened the door, put my keys away, one hand between my legs, when I felt a spurt. Oh no, it was happening. I dropped everything else I was holding and made a dash for the bathroom. I literally could not walk properly at this point and having leaked, I could feel the warmth between my legs which really wasn't helping. I was halfway down the hallway when I wet a little bit more, making a sizeable wet patch at the crotch of my jeans. I knew then that I couldn't hold it and that I was going to have an accident. I don't know whether anyone else has experienced it—that subconscious knowing that it's far too late to make it and although you're still holding (or trying to), you will be wetting regardless. I felt so small and so helpless. I didn't know what to do and I just wanted relief more than anything, but at the same time, I couldn't quite believe that I was going to pee in my jeans *right here*. I was whimpering now. A lot. And it happened. Just a small trickle interspersed with little spurts escaping through my hands. I was kind of frozen to the spot, not knowing what to do or where to go. And as I stood there half trying to hold and half enjoying the relief, it just kept coming. It stayed contained in my jeans at the beginning, just slowly spreading outwards and downwards and under my butt. It was so very warm. My mind was just blank and I couldn't think about anything other than the fact I was peeing my pants in the hallway and the relief and warmth and how good it felt, even though it was happening without my consent. I think I moved my hand (I don't remember doing it but I must've) as I felt my accident start to pool around my feet, soaking my cute white frill socks, some rolling off my knees and falling in a soft pattering to the ground below. I remember thinking how pleased I was that I kicked my shoes off at the door before the inevitable happened. I am not lying when I say I had never felt relief quite like this and I had never felt so helpless. But there's a comfort in knowing your body is taking over for you and you have no choice and eventually I just kind of accepted it and let it happen. It kept coming, quite slowly (you know when you've been holding so long and you pee slowly, like that), puddle growing around my feet and the relief just kept mounting until I realised I was done. I wiped my teary eyes (I honestly don't know why there were teary for sure —humiliation? desperation?) and made my way to the bathroom to see if there was anything left in me (there wasn't) and then peeled off my clothes and headed back down to the laundry to clean things up. Let me tell you, I haven't ignored a bladder urge since!
    4 points
  6. (Okay. This one's name is.... Not the greatest. Sorry about that, but I hope a new scenario from me makes up for it! The name is uh based off of a song. I doubt that you guys have heard of it, but I mean if you did... Oh my god can we be best friends. Hehehe! Enjoyyyy!) So today I had an accident. I NEVER have accidents. I mean I haven't since I was a teen experimenting with alcohol. There was way too many wet beds back then... Well today was the monthly visit by my friend Marsha. We're trying to visit eachother more like twice a month probably. One at her house and one at my house. We live a whole 45 minutes away from eachother. So basically anytime we visit it's always for hours and hours at a time. There was one day we hung out for 14 hours! It's crazy I know. Today was not one of those days fortunately. I mean I still didn't make it to the toilet in time, but I'm getting there. Don't rush me! My name is Eloise! I'm 5'2 with slender legs a nice, firm butt and B cup chest accessories as one would call them. I'm a brunette who likes to wear dresses and rarely a pair of sweat pants. Which is what I had on today. Grey sweatpants and a blue pair of panties. Ooh got a little sidetracked describing my looks... Well doesn't matter I look great. No matter what gets said. So my friend Marsha came over. She brought some exotic fruit drinks she made. Another fact about me, fruit juice goes RIGHT THROUGH ME. Of course I never told Marsha that, but usually I get to run to the toilet. Today was no different. We sat around talking about the past month and how crazy it was. We talked about how Duluth was getting a bunch of upgrades... Basically the city decided to throw a whole weird fundraiser thing to improve their city. To be fair it was definitely in need of it. But yeah we talked about Duluth for a WHOLE HOUR while sipping on our exotic fruit drinks. Of course my bladder already was filling really fast. Me and Marsha planned on only hanging out for an hour. She had stuff to do. After I finished my fruit drink. SHE MADE ME ANOTHER ONE. So maybe a little longer than an hour...At this point I was like ooooh okay then. This'll be rough. I hate getting up and going to the bathroom when people are at my house. It feels rude. Especially with Marsha. Okay time to drop a big twist or whatever you'd call it. I uh... I think I love her? She ALWAYS makes time for me each month. No matter how busy her job is. She works as a psychiatrist. A really good one I've heard. Well... Just the time she dedicates to me makes me like her so much, but even outside of in-person hanging out we're texting back and forth CONSTANTLY. It's a lot of fun. I do really think I love her. So I mean with that being said....can you understand why I wanted to just hold it? More time with Marsha! I mean that's just one of the reasons. Well fast forward to after the second fruit drink. I HAD TO GO SO BAD! Like my bladder was ROCK HARD. It was so big! I could see it! I definitely didn't have that much time left before my body just said "Nope!". Marsha than started talking about her city she lived in. I love hearing about it. A lot of crazy stuff happened there. I always got super invested into her stories. Invested enough to forget about my rock hard bladder. She started talking about it and I was just having a blast listening to her. She talked about her city for a solid 30 minutes. When suddenly I felt my crotch get warm. I immediately snapped back to reality and blushed super hard. Marsha saw my expression change so she stopped talking. She asked if I was alright. I was still blushing and I moved my hand down to my crotch. Sure enough there was a softball sized set spot on my sweat pants. Marsha put her hand on my shoulder and I was feeling a weird mix of emotiond. I looked over to her and just said: Oh... Yeah I'm fine... How are you?" I smiled in a very soft way. Marsha shook her head and smiled back. "What's going on? You're all fidgety! Do you uhh... Have to pee?" I blushed a deep deep red. Cherry red almost. "I uh... Uhhhhh... I... Y...n..no???" I said it super convincingly I know, but she saw right through it. She stood up and held her hand out. I blushed and reluctantly took it. Once I stood up I felt another spurt shoot out into my blue panties. Further soaking them. Marsha saw that one: "Oh dear!" Marsha slowly guided me to the bathroom. She pushed me in lightly and shut the door. I stood there in the bathroom by myself. Feeling that same weird mix of emotions. Well until I felt liquid flow down my legs. Warm liquid... Pee. I snapped back to reality AGAIN and rushed over to the toilet. I was fully peeing myself at this point. Of course I tied my sweatpants really tight. I had to untie them WHILE I was fully peeing my pants. I managed to get them with mostly soaked pants. I pulled them down halfway before I realized it was pointless. I finished peeing in my panties. Some of it obviously soaked my sweatpants more. I actually started to cry. I'm a 23 year old woman who just peed her pants because she was stubborn about getting up to pee. I pulled the sweat pants up and walked to the bathroom door. I didn't know what to say. "Uuuuuu... M...Marsha... I uh... Uh....I... Had an accident....?" I said it in such defeated tone. "Oh noooo! I'm sorry for talking so much! I'll get you a pair of clothes!" I blushed even harder. I was humiliated. I literally peed myself. I looked over to my pretty big puddle on the ground in front of the toilet. I shuddered. Suddenly Marsha knocks on the bathroom door. I open it partially to grab the clothes, but it was a small area and hard to do that... So I had to open the full thing... She'd see my pee soaked clothes. She'd see my puddle. Deep down inside... I knew it was okay. I trusted her with it. I knew she would just help me. She wouldn't laugh.... I really think I love her. I opened the door and Marsha got the full view of my soaked sweatpants. She definitely stared at them for a minute with a curious look on her face. At the time I didn't really comment on it. Now I think about and I think she was just in awe. I mean how often do you see your beautiful best friend soaked in her pee with a puddle behind her? She handed me the clothes and... Hugged me? "It's okay... Don't cry! Accidents happen to everyone...even me!" The last few words got me. I was confused. I've never seen her have an accident. She just confirmed that she has at some point. I'll have to ask her about it next time we hang out. Well after the hug she helped me clean up the puddle. We said goodbye... Mind you I was still soaked. The hug felt different. Maybe it's because I just wanted it to feel different? I don't know, but she left after that and I took a shower and changed into the cute panties and dress. I'll always remember that day. Honestly... If having an accident like that made her hug me and just help me that much... I might purposely do it around her... I think.. I really think I love her. Maybe I'll just tell her? Next time though... Maybe after I have an accident...? I'll think about it... (AND THAT'S A WRAP!!! WOOO! You made it! I hope you enjoyed it. I enjoyed writing it. I actually woke up and started writing it. I have to pee so bad because I didn't go when I woke up. So I might go do that now! Thanks for reading!)
    3 points
  7. This is my first omorashi story on here ever! I made one on tumblr awhile back but it was more in the y/n format which I don’t think would really work on here. Either way, I don’t have much experience writing these days as my inspo is very fickle and random. This story is about a couple - Sadie and Brynn! They’ve been together for a couple years and are very comfortable exploring their sexualities and kinks with each other, even if they haven’t discussed it prior. Obviously, communication irl yada yada, but this is fantasy, so enjoy! Oh, and because I’m a visual person, here’s what I imagine Sadie to look like: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/15/23/1d/15231d149d845171b21e4225262b9fc4.jpg And here’s what Brynn looks like: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e7/20/14/e72014a439da3d807ab6ede2b373a26a.jpg Sadie and Brynn were driving home from a long evening and date night they had scheduled after a hectic week filled with meetings, over-time, and lack of any breaks for themselves inbetween. Even as long as they were dating, they tried to make time for each other to not only keep the spark alive, but more importantly check in on each other. That evening, they’d chosen a traveling fair that was only in town for a few weeks. They’d gone crazy on the roller coasters, fried food, and even larger drinks. Sadie didn’t even think it was possible for drinks to come in that large of a container, but she really was a sucker for any cherry flavored beverage, much to Brynn’s amusement. “I don’t think you’re going to be able to drink all that, sunshine.” She’d remarked as Sadie happily sipped on the swirly straw. And of course, Sadie’s competitive nature kicked in and she squinted her eyes at her girlfriend. “Challenge accepted!” And that was proceeded with her sucking on the straw harder and her girlfriend snorting at her affectionately. Of course, that was a couple hours ago, and now Sadie was starting to feel it. But the fair wasn’t that far from their house. Surely, she’d be fine! To keep her mind off the only slightly nagging pressure, her eyes sparkled as she stared out the passenger window at the sun setting and buildings passing them by as Brynn drove them home, a coziness setting in at the long but much needed day of memory making. Sometimes she wondered how she could keep falling more and more in love with her, but it always surprised her that it was possible. Sadie glanced over at Brynn and smiled a little, sighing as they set into a comfortable silence. One she was happy to keep up until they got home when the car slowed, and her attention was pulled back to their surroundings-or more specifically, right in front of her. Traffic. She groaned under her breath and looked at a nearby road marker, realizing they were still fifteen minutes from the house and if the traffic kept up, it could be from anywhere from thirty to forty five. She adjusted in her seat and made a face. “What’s with all the traffic tonight? It’s a Thursday!” She tried not to pout, but was definitely failing and was sure Brynn knew it. “There was a big concert tonight. I’m actually surprised it’s not worse,” Brynn replied, head tilted as she tried to see if the traffic was moving up ahead. Brynn looked back at her girlfriend and paused a moment before smirking like she always did when she figured out something that Sadie was trying to hide. Sadie liked to pretend Brynn had mind reading super powers to make herself feel better. “That drink’s starting to hit, isn’t it?” Brynn asked, trying not to look too smug about the revelation. “Well, it wouldn’t have been a problem at all if not for this traffic!” Sadie replied, not willing to give her girlfriend the satisfaction of a proper yes. She adjusted in her seat again, as the pressure started to build. If the traffic would hurry up, she would make it home, albeit with a full bladder no doubt. The image of the giant, record breaking looking cup flashed in her mind again and she grimaced. Those were the kind of drinks that hit all at once, and of course she’d had to prove her girlfriend wrong and drink it all before they got on the next coaster. “Mhm. Just try not to think about it. I’m sure it’ll clear up in no time sunshine.” Brynn reached over to squeeze her girlfriend’s hand comfortingly. . . . . . Fifteen more minutes had passed, and they’d only inched up every so often. Based off the exit they were at, it was still a thirty minute drive home with traffic and by the looks of it, Sadie didn’t have thirty minutes. Sadie was visibility squirming now, the pressure on her bladder doubled. She’d always had a small bladder, but this time she was really trying to hold it. They just passed by an exit, and from how slow it was going, the next one wouldn’t be for another ten minutes. She bounced a little in her seat before letting out a whine. “We should’ve gone off the last exit.” Sadie complained, placing a hand over her own thigh and pressing her fingers down slightly. “You didn’t say anything or else I would’ve.” Brynn replied, taking in the scene before her. The desperation on Sadie’s face make a twinge of heat shoot through her. She felt a bit guilty since she knew her girlfriend was in quite the predicament, but she loved when her girlfriend was needy. And this was similar to how it looked, and it was only further turning Brynn on. They’d only once briefly discussed pee. They were both very open about most kinks, some they hadn’t even considered. Pee was one of those, and she remembered them over offhandedly mentioning that neither really had a problem with pee. And that was the end of that conversation. Brynn was starting to change her stance. “Ohhh my god. You were right, okay? Please, traffic gods show me mercy!” Sadie said dramatically, though she was genuinely getting nervous about how bad she had to go. She figured she could still hold it. She had to-they were in the car. It was only ten minutes until the next exit and then they could find somewhere to go. “Just hang on. Next exit, I promise I’ll pull off and it’ll be fine,” Brynn reassured her girlfriend and patted her thigh, squeezing lightly to see her reaction. Sadie leaned into the touch, looking for any relief she could find. She believed her girlfriend’s words, so she resolved herself to keep holding and eventually they’d find somewhere. . . . . . “No…” Sadie whispered in horror. The ten minutes had passed to the next exit, only for there to be construction and a big sign that said exit closed. “No..no..no.” She whispered, hand reaching up to the window to try and get a better view-if there was anywhere they could pull off. But traffic was packed, and the next exit was farther than this one had been. She was visibility squirming and shuffling in her seat trying to find a more comfortable position, hand in between her legs trying to ease the pressure. “You gotta find a spot to pull over. I can’t make it. There’s gotta be…” Sadie trailed off, breathing uneven and face slightly flushed. “Sunshine, there’s rows of cars all around us. I can’t pull over unless you want to flash everyone and potentially get arrested for indecent exposure.” Brynn tried to be the voice of reason, even though she could see how bad Sadie had to pee. She was trying to ignore the way her own groin ached at the sight, mind thinking all sorts of dirty thoughts despite her desire to help. Part of her…didn’t want to. Part of her wanted to make it more difficult, but she had to be a good girlfriend. “You can hold it baby girl. You got this.” Brynn encouraged. Sadie let out another quiet whine and adjusted in her seat but didn’t say anything. One of her legs bopped up and down, body doing everything it could to distract her. But it was no use. Sadie bit her lip and looked out the window again, wishing something would pop up like some kind of miracle. There was no way she could hold it til home now. She hesitated before unbuckling her seat belt and turning to look in the back of the car for anything she could use if the worst happened. She found some wrappers they still need to clean out and a very tiny cup, one that probably wouldn’t hold five seconds of her pee. She cried out in frustration and kept looking with no luck. She sat back in her seat and crossed her arms. Sadie was only quiet when she was in thought, so Brynn knew it was serious. After a few more minutes Sadie turned to Brynn with pleading eyes and shook her head. “I can’t hold it. I can’t. It’s hitting me all at once. Please, pull over. I can’t. I’m going to get the car wet.” Her legs were trembling with effort to hold, and her hands were fully in her crotch. Brynn looked around again, but they were still in the same predicament, and the next exit wasn’t even in view. She let out a sharp breath, trying to hide how turned on she was. She knew it would be cruel, but she licked her lips and took a moment to think. “Do you trust me?” Brynn asked Sadie. “Of course, but please tell me you have a plan-” “Take your pants off.” Brynn told her, voice lowering. “Are you crazy?! I’m going to piss in the car, I can’t take them off!” Sadie almost screeched, clearly at her limit. “Take them off now,” Brynn said in the tone that meant ‘I’m in control and there’s no room to argue.’ Sadie paused, looking at her girlfriend with wide eyes before letting out a small whimper and fumbling with her button and zipper. She slowly started to pull them down, along with her underwear, and pulled her legs out of the bottoms, tossing them down under the seat. She let out another desperate noise and quickly pressed her legs together, shaking her head. “That made it worse, Please, oh Brynn that made it worse. Pull over, I’m gonna piss. It’s going to come out!” She cried, cupping herself with vigor now. She didn’t know what Brynn was up to but she wasn’t in the right state of mind to go against her. She was just hoping Brynn had something up her sleeve. She would pee in anything at this point. Brynn unbuckled as well since traffic was at a complete stop, and she took off her hoodie, holding it in her hand as she stared at her girlfriend with hunger in her eyes. She was wet by now, she was sure of it. Seeing Sadie writher, whine, and beg was enough to put her in a headset that was usually only reserved for the bedroom. She wanted to help, but that sadistic little part of her brain was winning over. “...You can pee on my hoodie-” Sadie was so desperate and close to leaking she went to grab the hoodie but Brynn stopped her. “But…you have to spread your legs. Wide. I want to see your pretty pussy.” Brynn eyes locked on her with severity, and Sadie was looking back like her girlfriend had grown two heads. “You can’t…You can’t be serious.” She swallowed hard, fingers clenching and trying to push between her to stop anything from coming out. She was absolutely bursting and could feel herself to the point of pulsing. There was no way she could pull her legs apart without completely losing control of her bladder. Brynn wasn’t joking though, and it showed across her face. “You’re going to piss all over the seat if you don’t anyway, so it’s better to try right. C’mon, be a good girl. Sit back in the seat, pull your legs apart. Wide - as far as they’ll go. And hold it for five seconds and my hoodie’s all yours baby. See, it’s big enough to soak up all that liquid that’s inside you right now. All you have to do is listen and obey.” Her voice was just as breathy as Sadie’s, but the command and dominance in her tone hadn’t changed. They were definitely talking about this after. Sadie panted as her limit was coming to an end and she stared at the hoodie longingly, the only damn thing in the car she could use to even remotely save herself from an even bigger mess. And there was no way she could do it. But she had to right? Maybe if she could just willpower her way through it, knowing there was some form of relief, her bladder would take mercy on her. She pushed her legs together more though as she felt a wave of pressure and let out a quiet cry a trickle made it’s way out against her bare legs. “I’m going to get the car wet. I can’t-it’s coming out. I can’t. Please give me the hoodie Brynn. I’m going to make a mess!” She was close to tears at that point, knowing her body was about to give out. “You know what you have to do. Open them, wide.” Brynn commanded again, a finality in her voice. She was in a completely dominant headspace, and nothing was going to change her mind. She was so incredibly aroused at what was happening, she couldn’t stop herself from giving in to the desire to see the outcome. Sadie gripped the back of her thighs hard enough to make red marks and let out shudders, trying to tell her bladder to just hold on a bit more. Just a bit…she started to part her legs very slowly, feeling a spasm shoot through her bladder. She whined louder this time, but was surprised to find she didn’t leak at all. Though, she’d only moved her legs barely an inch apart. She took one last look at Brynn and felt herself give in. She opened her legs more and more, inch by inch, before she threw her head back and let out a loud cry of pleasure, relief, and acceptance all at once. She half-moaned and half-sobbed as she opened her legs fully up to her sides, and a powerful torrent of piss that she no longer had control over, shot out all over the dashboard. “Ohh I can’t stop…it’s coming out. The hoodie…Ahhhhhhh-I can't stop it!! Brynn!!” She made one last valiant attempt to cut the stream off, but it did absolutely nothing. In fact, her pee just came out faster and harder and she arched her back as she groaned, knowing it was a lost fight. Brynn knew there was already a mess to clean up, but just to give her girlfriend a bit of comfort, she positioned the hoodie right where the stream was hitting in front of the dash and started to praise her. “That’s it, good girl. See, you’re going on the hoodie just like I said you would. Let it all out, let it out for me. Oh, there’s so much..” Brynn whispered, in awe of just how bad and how much Sadie had to go. Sadie was still panting and holding her legs back, watching with half-lidded eyes as her stream continued to shoot out at full force, not even caring if it was on the hoodie, dash, or anywhere else. She moaned in pleasure, her own needy headspace taking over as well as her girlfriend coddled and praised her. “Mm, ‘s so wet. There’s so much still in. I can’t control it. It’s all coming out,” She gasped, head tilting back as she reached a level of ecstasy she’d never had before-an unfamiliar mix of all sorts of emotions boiling over as her bladder was finally freed. Her pee shot out at the same velocity for about a minute soaking the hoodie completely and splashing over the dash and carpet as well. But she was too zoned out and still aching with need to be able to stop it. Her remaining spurts were long, almost like she was going to start going again. Every other second she would shoot out a long, clear shot of pee into the damp hoodie, hips jerking forward every time until she let out a deep breath and slumped into the seat, final trickles of pee leaking onto the seat and carpet below. It was the hottest thing Brynn had ever seen in her life, and she could tell just by her girlfriend’s expression, she loved it as well. Not just because she emptied her bladder, but the way she stuck her tongue out slightly and looked at her with that hazy expression. She was sure they just unlocked something that they would have many more experiences with. Leaning over, Brynn kissed the top of her girlfriend’s head and smiled, letting her process all that had happened. “My good girl.”
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  8. 772 downloads

    Girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!
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  9. We’re back again with a car seat wetting this time…. Backstory-We had been out and about for a while and decided to grab some lunch at a semi local spot. There weren’t any plans at that time to attempt any type of omo stuff and it was just going to be lunch as usual. That was until the drinks started flowing in her…LOL. She gave me a devilish look and said that she wanted to film in the car going home. Of course I wasn’t going to deny that!! She sat and drank mixed beverages for a good while going back and forth to the restroom a few times. About the fourth trip she came back and said “that is the last potty break I get from now on”. It was music to my ears. She sat and continued to indulge on vodka type drinks and eventually I noticed her starting to fidget and shift a lot. I ask if she was almost ready to leave and she looked at me saying “OH YEAH, but I need something to really top me off good”. I ordered exactly the thing she needed…A pint of a hard cider. I told her she wasn’t allowed to leave the bar until that glass was empty and I knew at that moment it would be the final nail in the coffin. She said squirming around drinking that pint and eventually the glass was empty and man oh man was she ready to RUN. 😂. Leaving the bar she states she was even concerned about just making it to the car that her bladder was already cramping up. Well, we made it to the car where I made her stand in the chilly air while I prepped the seat watching her squirm and cross her legs right next to the car….Unfortunately she had became to desperate to even make it half way home. Almost immediately cramming her hands into her crotch and labored breathing she finally lost control at the first stoplight we came to. Telling me “it’s coming” and then the look OMG I can’t stop it. I apologize in advance for having to blur her face as she still is waiting to open her MV account where everything will be uncensored. But I left the blur as light as possible so you can still make out her facial expressions when the dam bursts. IMG_7920.MOV
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  10. I ended making 2 versions, one with and one withouth dialogue, I also changed it to make it sound more natural
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  11. Here you go, Original Artist: 「つ」がみっつ。 Artist's Twitter: https://mobile.twitter.com/tsuxxx3
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  12. Look how I soaked my jeans 😋💦
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  13. Here you go, Original Artist: 榎 Artist's Twitter: https://twitter.com/pumpkinpan223
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  14. The poor girl was so desperate from shame and from her still painful pee urge. She pressed with one of her fingers the pee wet fabric of her panties deep in her girl slit to stop leaking. She was still standing on the ladder, the bailiff could exactly see what she was doing. He could see her naked thighs and her urine wet panties and that made him absolutely horny. He did try to find a way to torture her more and longer. ” That is not to believe what a ill bred brat you are, first you piss your self before my eyes and then you push your finger in your dirty girl cunt in front of eyes, you absolutely have to get punished for that.” said the man with seriously and forceful voice. ”Punish me, caning my ass, spank my thighs, do what ever you like to do with me, but let me piss!! I can’t bear up any longer, i can’t endure it anymore, my bladder will burst if you don’t let me pee.” begged the girl. ”Exactly that you’ll not do! You pissed already without permission, you pissed your panties like a little girl and for punishment you are banned to piss for the rest of the day. Pull down your pissed, stinking panties and let the fresh, cool air to your pee wet cunt to make it dry. You are banned to piss and you are not allowed to wear panties until you are allowed to go to sleep at night.”answered the man. The girl was still on the ladder, but she did how she was told, she pulled her panties down and her naked pussy was now exactly in front of the face from the guy. He could smell the smell from a girls cunt mixed with urine, it was like perfume for him. He did take her pee wet panty in his hand and putted it in his pocket. As soon as the girl was down from the ladder, she was crossing her legs very tight and she bended over. ”You can do what ever you want to do with me, but let me piss, it is really unbearable, it hurts so much, let me pee now.” was the girl begging again. ”No, absolutely no, your punishment is pee holding. You are a big girl you can endure more, i think you can hold it back much longer.” said the guy. “Do you know how long big girls are able not to piss?” she asked. ”No i don’t know it, but you will show it me tomorrow. You don’t need to work on the field tomorrow, you will stay at the farm with me. You are not allowed to pee in the morning, then you have the opportunity to show me all day long, how long a big girl can endure not to pee.
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  15. I got into omo in my uni years because of tipsy desperation ..
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  16. Hi everybody 🙂 You probably heard from me with the tiktok issue. im burstingMeg, I enjoyed peeing my pants a lot so decided to start a pee desperation and wetting small business as content creator. You were all very nice so if it is allowed I will always post any preview I make here for you. Im just a small independent content creator so if you see any of my « full » content leaked somewhere I would greatly appreciated if you let me know 🙂 My twitter is : @burstingmeg 🙂 BurstingMeg IMG_3106.MOV
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  17. I'm alone for the week, which means that I'll be able to sleep however I want! I don't get to sleep padded much these days, and it's been really stressful lately. This is needed. I can also pad up a lot more during the day, and it's been a major relief. I recently found this pink pajama set and I've been loving them for keeping warm. It turns out they're also very see through. You can see my entire diaper through them. I can't wait to find out what they look like when my diaper's full. I'll be holding until my bladder gives out, or before bed time. I just took my medicine though, so I'll probably end up leaking way before bed time. I'm also really excited for the edible I got, but it'll have to wait until Wednesday when I don't have work.
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  18. 108 downloads

    I loose control while naked, what starts as a few leaks turn into me fully loosing control.
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  19. Hello! My name is Lucy Bubbles (not my real surname, but I'm not comfortable saying that online yet). I turned 22 five days ago, and I love everything to do with piss. I am a writer and I love writing stories where ladies pee, and if you're lucky I might share some here 😉 Looking forward to meeting you all!
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  20. I can't recall seeing this video here before but... this is very hot! Desperation in a cute skirt, we find out she's wearing Goodnites, and she has an accident, which we get to see at the perfect angle: https://es.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph63b26aec8df35 A perfect video with a great premis.
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  21. And the story everyone thought would never continue is back once again. Yes this story will end but not yet hehe. So more wettings from mothers and their adult daughters are coming your way if you want it. - Don't hi me just like what you are doing is something everyone does. - Sorry. I just didn't know how to make this less awkward. So I just said something. - Maybe you will come up with something better when you have finished. - Maybe. But I just stopped when I heard your voice. So I'm not going anymore, and as you notices I still don't have a good answer. - Well just finish then. Let the rest out so you don't have to fight the need anymore. Take your mind of it. - What? You want me to keep going? - I mean, I have already seen you wet yourself quite a bit. So to see you finish won't shock me more then I already are. - If you say so. It's hard to hold it, after being forced to stop it out of panic. - Just go. Let it go now so you can explain to me why you suggested me to that earlier today. Linda did what Ashley told her. She let the rest out. She felt her panties and shorts get wet and warm again. But this time she just felt relief, she couldn't enjoy the feeling and get turned on by it. Something about being caught in the act by someone she just met and suggested to do what she was doing right now the first thing she did. Linda didn't really know if Ashley was irritated or even angry. Finally she was done peeing. But a worrying feeling took over now when her need was gone. Ashley saw the stream end and when just a couple of drops came from Linda's shorts, she thought it was now time to get an answer to all this. - Feeling better now? - Well I don't need to go anymore but I'm not feeling better. - Then how do you thing I feel? To know that someone I basically just met tried to make me wet myself. - I don't no. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to push you to do this on purpose. - Then why did you say it at all? - It started as a joke. But just because we had just wet ourselves when you stopped and looked at us. I started to think maybe I can suggest it as a joke. We all like the feeling of just letting it go through our clothes. So I thought I give you a hint about how nice and warm it feels to do it. I don't really know what I was thinking. I'm sorry if I made you angry. - Wait we? So it really was pee I saw on the other four legs. - Yes it was. We just took our morning pee down our legs. In fact some of us was still going when you waved at us. - Wow. I can hardly believe it. Five women wets themselves just for fun. - Well it's not just for fun. We get turned on by it as well. - Eww. To much information. - Sorry. I just wanted to be honest with you. I feel so bad for hinting you to do the same. - In one way I appreciates your honesty and at the same time I wish I didn't just heard that five women I going to deliver mail to. Get turned on by wetting themselves. - Well to be even more honest. Our daughters does it as well. - No way. So all teen of you here wet yourself for pleasure? - Yes we do. May as well tell you the whole truth. - I see. - You looked shocked. Are you okay? - I just don't know how to take all this in. - I can understand that. But can I ask you a question? - Well I don't know how good answer you will get but sure. - Why did you come here? Sorry that sounded rude. I didn't mean it like that. I'm happy you are here. You seems to be a nice person. And I really hopped to get to know you more after our first meeting. But I couldn't imagine we should meet like this. And I do understand if you walk away but if you do. Please don't tell anyone about what we do and like. - I know what you mean. And thanks for the compliment. The reason I came here was because the weather was so nice, that a walk felt just right. So when I started to walk I thought why not see if you and your friends where still out. I don't know why but I wanted to get to know you and the others a bit better to have something to talk about when I do my mail round. - That's so nice. Well I don't know how you feel about that know when you know what we do? - I'm not really sure. But I know I will give you a chance. Because you were so nice to me, even if you tried to make me wet myself. - Yeah. Again I'm sorry about that. - Apology accepted. Don't worry about it. You just suggested it and didn't force me. - I would never force anyone to do it or anything else they don't want to. - Glad to hear it. - One more question I just have to ask. - Go for it. - Why did you point at your shorts earlier when I asked if you had time to pee? - I just thought I continue the joke you made. - Makes sense. So were did you go? You don't have to answer that. But you know I like peeing. - Its okay. I just went behind a big bush on the side of the walkway. And no, not through my shorts or panties. - Well that's just a little bit disappointing. Bet it felt great to let it go anyway. - It really did. I'm not as extreme as you. But I like to pee outside from time to time. Linda was glad Ashley was okay with her and the others fetish. She lead Ashley to the others and started to introduce everyone to her. - Okay girls. I think you all wondering what we talked about for so long. And just to let you all know. She is okay with our little thing. She likes to pee outside but not like us. But we are glad she is okay with us wetting ourselves and she will be a new friend for all of us. Sounds great right? Everyone said yes. They where so glad to know that they could keep on wetting themselves just like before even with Ashley there. Mia didn't wasted time. She been holding it since Ashley walked up to Linda. She was to nervous to let it go and be seen with pee going down her legs as well as Linda's. But now when she know it's okay. The pee came fast and strong. It almost straight away went through her panties and shorts before is started to go down her legs. Ashley saw it immediately. - I must say it look so natural when you do that. I didn't see any sign that you had to push. - Well it has become natural for all of us. So we don't need to push anymore. In the beginning yes but not know. Now its just.. ahhh ...comes. And it feels so ..ahhh... good. - I can see Linda didn't lie. You really enjoy that and I think I can even see that you are bit turned on. - You are absolutely right. Its... ahh ...wonderful feeling. Feeling the pee going down your legs its such a turn on. Ahhh. - Glad you can enjoy it even with me here. - Just because I know you are okay with it. But now I'm done. - Not that it is my thing but thanks for the show. - No problem. My pleasure. Mia said with a laugh. - I bet it was. Ashley said with a smile. The girls decided it was better to get to know Ashley a bit more then continue with the Frisbee. They talked about movies, music and just what they all liked to do when they had some spare time. Beyond wetting themselves like most of the girls did when ever they got the chance. Jenny thought it was a good thing they haven't told there mothers that she and her friends had made each other come with both fingers and tongues. And not just in bed either. Maybe it was a long shoot. But she hoped that sometime in the future Lisa and Ashley would have some fun together. Lisa was the only one without someone on her own to play with. If it will happen the group would be perfect. And even more then perfect if Rachael and Mia became a couple and not just friends with benefits. And Lisa and Ashley as well. Three couples of young girls having fun together that's more then she ever dream about. Jenny's thoughts was interrupted of a hiss. It was Erika who had started to wet herself. Her hiss was loud enough that everyone was looking at her. Erika didn't care, she closed her eyes and moaned. She didn't know why. But she felt even more turned on then she used to. Maybe it was because Ashley was there and to do it in font of someone that had not seen her do it before but okay with it probably helped. She don't feel any need to do it in front of strangers. That would be to take it one step too far. But now she was so turned on and really looked forward to the night. She fantasized about laying in bed masturbating with all her friends around her. She knew that Ashley wont be there when it happened but she really felt horny thinking about it anyway. - Wow. Sounds like she is about to orgasm. Ashley said a bit surprised about how much Erika enjoyed herself. - It wont be the first time for anyone here to do that. Either when we pee or after. Linda said. - When you pee? - Yes. Sometimes we like to touch ourselves when we are peeing to have a more intense orgasm. - I have never done that. I have touched myself sometimes in the shower. And I do pee in there. But I always pee first and when I'm about to get done in there I start to think that I should give myself an orgasms since I'm horny. Not every time of course but it does happen from time to time. But I don't think its the peeing that turns me on. Because I always pee in there. Sorry. Got carried away there. - No that's fine. Glad to hear it. We are glad you are comfortable enough to talk about it with us. - Well I don't think anything I do can shock any of you. So why not say what I do. You have told me how you get yourself off. - Ahh. And when you feel comfortable enough around us you will probably see one if not all of us orgasm at some point. Erika said still peeing. - Well that doesn't come as a complete surprise. Maybe one day I will be comfortable enough to see that. - Even if you don't. We are happy the way it is now. Erika said when her pee finally stopped. - You are absolutely right. Maria said with a smile. And soon a new hiss was heard when Maria decided to let it go. Her shorts got dark between her legs slowly at first before they couldn't take anymore and her pee started to go down her legs down to her feet. She stood with her legs tight together to feel as much as possible when the pee came down them. - Did everyone one needed to pee when I arrived and stopped the fun for you or what? One by one you are all wetting yourselves. - Maybe. Maria said with a smile just when her pee moment came to an end. - Haha. I just have to laugh. This is so weird. I'm standing here with so many women with peed shorts. It really is a fun sight. And just to be clear it's not weird in a bad way. I like that you are all so open about this and just enjoys it. - It is a bit funny now when you mention it. Here we are. All adults and wet ourselves for pleasure. Carla said laughing. - Well not everyone. Ashley said and joined in laughing. - No you are right. But we are so happy to see you are having a good time with us even though we are weird. Elliot said also laughing. - Weird is a very personal opinion. Nothings is weird for everyone on the planet. Just more or less weird. And I honestly think this is not that weird now when I have seen it happen in front of me so casual. - Funny you say that. We have actually started a club. The peeing casually club. - That's so funny. I really like that name. It fits. - We thought so as well. - So it starts to get late. But I have to ask. What are you planing on doing the rest of the evening? Well Ashley we are going to go inside and watch a movie. Maybe play a board game. Before it's time for bed. Our daughters have a sleepover here and the rest of us have one at Erika's place. - Sounds fun. Well after being here with you all I have no doubt it will be. - So you had fun with us then? That's so nice to hear. - I can't lie. A had a blast with you all. - Aww that's so nice of you to say. Will you come to visit us again? - No doubt I will. And probably soon. All the girls shouted yes at the same time. - Okay girls before we go in and says goodbye to our new friend Ashley here. Let all have a pee. So we give her a real memories from her first time with us. Erika said. And soon pee darkened all the girls shorts. Even if some of them had already peed the could get some more out. Carla on the other hand had hold it for sometime no just to enjoy it more. The pee that came down her legs looked like a waterfall. Everyone closed their eyes and enjoyed the felling. One by one the opened them again when their pee came to and end. Until it was just Carla who was still going. She smiled and even licked her lips while going. Slowly it came to a and. And with a loud moan Carla opened her eyes and was meet by all her friends smiling at her. - Thanks girls. I don't think I will ever forget this moment. - And many more will come. Linda said with a big smile. - Well girls. Time for me to go. Thank you so much for letting me be part of this so to speak. Even if I just watched. - You are welcome and please come back soon. - I will. Maybe I will be here again tomorrow. - Sounds great. Erika said. - Well bye girls. Ashley said and waving at her new friends. Bye all the girls said as one. Ashley turned around and started her walk home. She didn't come far before Jenny ran after her and took one hand on her shoulder. - Sorry but one more thing. Lets get back to the others if that's okay? - Sure. I'm curious about what you have in store. - You will soon find out. Back at the others. Jenny gather the others before she revealed what she been thinking. - So I had to drag you back here. Because I have to know one more thing before we call it for today. - Okay. This sounds interesting. Ashley responded. - So my question is. Would you please stay over night with us? - Hm let me think about it. The others waited for a answer and the hoped she would say yes. And if she does say yes. It will be interesting to see how she reacts to the rest the girls do with pee and each other. Ashley had taken her righ hand up under her chin and looked like she was in deep thoughts. Then suddenly the girls saw her shorts get darker between her legs before pee was going down her legs. The girls smiled bigger then they have ever done during the day. Ashley was wetting herself just like them. As soon as Ashley saw that everyone has noticed what she was doing she started to smile. It did feel good to feel the pee warm her panties and shorts before it came down her legs. Now she knew why the other girls liked this and turned them on. She was really horny herself now. When her flow came to and end. She smiled even more before she answered Jenny's question. - I will !
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  22. One very important thing to know about me is that I absolutely love my job. It’s taken me a very long time to find a place that I genuinely like getting up and going to most days. It’s very public facing, very customer-service oriented, but it fits me well. It doesn’t much for me to get focused on what I’m doing because I am more than happy to do it. It’s wonderful and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. The second very important thing to know about me is that I love coffee. It’s never been something that’s been known to wake me up, it never really has, but I love the routine involved. Plus, it doesn’t help that I love the smell and could spend hours in a coffee shop just writing away, but that’s an entirely different story for a different day. Oh, and I guess there’s a third thing that you might need to know that’s important. I have a laughably small bladder. Surely, by now, you’re seeing that these three facts can cause, well…some trouble. After nearly a year in my current position, I was given the opportunity to move to a different one. It was an unexpected jump, but it involves working with people a lot more, which means my focus is usually on whomever is in front of me. This usually means that my focus is on a child screaming random nonsense at me that I need to decipher, but it’s genuinely amusing. This also means I have multiple stories. The story that I’ll share today is as recent as yesterday. I was roped into working on an outdoor children’s program that I forgot about until the very last minute. Luckily I was mostly prepared, but I forgot I would have to actively participate. Not a big deal – got in the car, immediately picked up a hilariously large 32 oz coffee (pumpkin spice, first of the season, I was in an absolute state of bliss), and made my way to work. I met up with my coworker who would be joining me on our outdoor excursion to discuss how we were going to do it, spent a half hour helping out where I could, then we were on our way. As much as I love coffee, it runs through me and quickly. I swear I only took a few sips before I knew that I was potentially going to have an issue. I sat down on one of the benches outside of the building with required supplies sitting between me and my colleague, and held my coffee on my lap. Now, I knew the program was only meant to last for an hour, but between late arrivals and clean up, we were looking at almost two. I debated with myself at the speed I would drink my coffee, wanting to savor the flavor, but after a half hour of no one showing up, I needed something to do. Keep in mind, this colleague of mine had only started working with me not even two weeks ago and barely knew me. Imagine my embarrassment when she immediately stopped what she was saying, gave me a look, and asked the question I really hoped she wouldn’t ask, “Do you need to go to the bathroom?” Cue the laugh and the excuse of, “Absolutely not” as I readjusted my position on the bench. Clearly I was unaware of just how much foot tapping I had been doing. It’s a habit that I think I’ve always had, and even if I’m not paying attention to my own bladder, my foot apparently is. I had to admit to myself silently that not even a quarter way through my coffee I was very aware that I had to pee, but I didn’t necessarily feel like getting up just yet. It was very nice weather, cloudy with a breeze, and without any humidity? I was content. Still, I decided it might not be a bad idea to slow down with the coffee. There was still a lot of time left to go, and I couldn’t stand the idea of having another red-faced moment. My cheeks were still burning well after the fact. Not too long after her question, we had our first arrivals. Several children ran up to us with pure delight, shoved their hands into the tubs full of chalk, and immediately started drawing wherever they could. It was impressive some of the things these kids came up with and created, and it was around this time I realized I needed to join in. Begrudgingly, I got off the bench, grabbed some chalk and my coffee, and dropped down to my knees at an empty section of sidewalk and started to work. I didn’t really feel like being on the ground, but the best way to join in on these things is to just do it. The kids were delighted to help, I was amused by what they were doing, and hey, I had my coffee to keep me company as well. It was a nice little break to the day and a fantastic distraction from my other million and one thoughts I was worried about, but apparently it was too much of a distraction. I’m not exactly sure when it hit me that I was hitting struggle territory. I don’t know if I had been in the middle of drawing a sailboat, half-bent over on my hands and knees to color in the sail, or if it was when I sat back to see what I had done so far that I realized I really needed to pee. I suppose it doesn’t matter too much, but it did not help the situation. The last thing I wanted was to make the problem worse, but I also wasn’t done drawing yet. Being stubborn, I decided that I needed to finish my drawing before I got up, but the moment I bent back over to color the sail in, I immediately regretted the decision. I tend to not be too hyper aware of myself sometimes, but between the realization I had to pee and my positioning, I was entirely too aware by the tiny bit of heat that seemingly came out of nowhere. I swear I could feel every little miniscule movement as my bladder threatened to betray me in the worst possible way. If I wasn’t familiar with the sensation, I would have probably been more alarmed by how obvious it felt; like a tiny little river snaking its way from my bladder and to my panties, but luckily I was able to hide the tiny bit of shock. I was able to clamp up really quickly and sat up to take a breath to try and calm myself down just enough to keep things from progressing further than they needed to. Curious, I snuck a look at my coffee – I was about three quarters of the way finished. I had chugged down nearly 20 ounces of coffee in less than an hour and the program still wasn’t done. Not wanting to dare push things further, I decided that my drawing was done and very carefully stood back up. I’m very glad that no one was paying attention to me and were thoroughly engrossed in their work as I don’t know that I was able to mask the expression on my face when I felt another very hot leak find its way through to my panties. I was very relieved that my jeans were at least a medium-dark wash so hopefully it would hide any leaks if things got that far. I very quickly gave myself a quick check with my hands by running them along my back under the guise of trying to remove chalk dust. It seemed that I was still in the all clear, except my butt was definitely covered in chalk. I figured it was the required price to pay and I returned to the bench. I didn’t plan to finish my coffee, but sitting on the bench just watching what was happening didn’t give me much to do. It doesn’t help that pumpkin spice is pretty much my weakness and with it being my first one of the season, I was finishing it. So, I sat there, drank the last eight ounces of my coffee, and found myself with an even bigger problem. There was absolutely no denying on my end that I had to pee like no tomorrow. The pressure was absolutely awful and no amount of shifting and wiggling was going to help me fix it. Not while sitting at least. Needing to distract myself further for at least another 45 minutes, I forced myself up off the bench, threw out my coffee cup, and started to walk around. Walking seemed to help for a bit, though I had to cross my legs many many times to keep myself from having any further leaks. Well, big ones at least. I couldn’t entirely stop the little spurts from squeaking through, but I kept the worst of it at bay. The uneven sidewalk was an excellent excuse for my funny little walk and I kept that reasoning the entire time we were outside until finally, at last, the last children left. Now, you might think the story ends here and that I managed to escape and all is well. The problem is, I can’t exactly say that. My colleague and I were really quick with cleaning up, but the problem is there was a lot of bending to get the chalk off the ground. Full bladder plus bending? Wasn’t doing me any favors, but I survived that as best as I could. The next challenge was the set of stairs to get onto the main floor of the building. Sure I could have taken the elevator, but it’s slow and clunky, and even though I wouldn’t be too fond of it, the stairs would be quicker. I just about ran up those stairs towards the safety of our single bathroom in our back office. However, I did not take into account that everyone was working that day and in a building full of women? That bathroom almost always has someone in it. Luckily in the safety of the back I was free to do my little dance of desperation without any judgement. We’ve all been in that position multiple times and have had similar moments all throughout the week, and today it was apparently my turn. After what felt like far too long, I was finally able to get into the bathroom and I’m fairly positive that my pants weren’t even fully down before the flood came loose. By sheer luck I was mostly near the toilet, but there was definitely clean up involved. While my pants managed to mostly survive the onslaught without being too obvious, my panties (and my ego) certainly did not.
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  23. I was so worried it was going to be worse than it was! I've been told I should carry a spare set of pants and panties, but for some reason every time I remember to do it, I forget it just as quickly! Unfortunately for me I can't say that I haven't exactly had any repeats. ^.^; Thank you! It was reaaallllyyyy hard to hold that day, but I managed! It was a fun day, but also eeek! It was suppeeerrrr dangerous!
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  24. The fuck did I just read
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  25. Pulled up at services, finally, with a absolutely brimming blader .. pee dance ti the ladies, not caring how you look.. and gahhh there are already 10 people in queue. Only thought is I'm gonna wet myself.. look around frantically and see a cleaning cupboard.. reasonings to myself they are going to have to mop up my puddle anyway I creep inside, pull down my knickers and lower myself over mop buckets just as hot wee starts to release hsssss And that is the moment I woke up.. luckily bed was dry but there may have been streaks down my legs as I bolted for toilet.. luckily no pjs because 1) they'd be wet with leaks 2) would have delayed toilet so probably would have been more wet..
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  26. Suprised this story isn't getting more upvotes. Definitely one of the best stories here right now.
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  27. my link should now be fixed and working properly
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  28. Hi ^>^ I stumbled across your post and thought it wouldn't hurt to give my two cents :c! I'm regretfully not in texas but I'm always looking for more people to connect with so I thought it wouldn't hurt to answer. How far does it go? I'm not actually sure! I stumbled across it a few months ago and it's something that has stuck with me. I've always been someone who tends to hold it in (more-so because I just don't get up) but I've slowly been exploring it more. What types of pee related things are you into specifically? Previously I mentioned how I'm still new so I'm still learning what interests me but a few things are; Holding, Someone being in control of my bladder, being unable to hold it in and just going, being told what to drink/do, etc.! Drank / Intentional? I haven't drank my own yet but I did have an encounter with someone and it wasn't half bad :c! I have intentionally wet myself during fall and it was one of the best feelings. I went on a walk and just couldn't hold it in. It ended up going everywhere on the sidewalk and all over my legs. I also made a lil video of me in the shower peeing thru my panties and that just felt sooo amazing but I haven't explored to much ^>^ You seem like a fun person to talk to so if you're ever looking for a buddy I'm always available ^>^
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  29. Hey! been a while since I've posted art on here. Been quite busy irl so in the mean time, have this Rouge the Bat Omorashi piece, there needs to be more of her
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  30. Had a proper desperate wetting. Tried to hold as long as possible.
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  31. ======== Ahhhhhh uniee is stood in puddle 🙈 Wee is pouring down my legs
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  32. Piper Kelly was so excited for her date. A guy, Luke Logan, and herself were heading to a restaurant for a first date! As she put on a pair of white cotton panties, and a slightly transparent cyan summer dress, she received a text from Luke: "u ready?" She quickly typed out a response and prepared to go on the date! Without peeing! She sat down at the table resturant with Logan. "What would you like?" Asked the waiter. "Want to share a pizza?" Asked Logan to Piper. "Yeah!" Said Piper. They ordered a large pepperoni. The food came out but there was a problem! It was extremely spicy! Piper and Logan both drank copious amounts of water to cool down. Eventually, the two of them left, with filling bladders, but both were too embarrassed to say anything. The toilets at the fairground were dirty and had long lines, so the two of them decided to not speak up about their growing needs and go on the Ferris wheel before heading home for a much-needed pee. As they got higher and higher, the conversation got far more detailed until! Sudden stop! The Ferris wheel had stopped! It was the kind that was close-top and rickety! Lola whimpered. She pressed her thighs together before crossing her legs, tightly. She longed to sit on her heel, or hold herself to keep in the tsunami of pee but the car was too rickety! Luke sighed. He started scissoring his legs and tried to distract himself by talking to Lola. They tried to get the attention of the operator but they were just too high! TBC Pls leave ideas in the comments. Basic Outline: - The desperation reaches to a point where they cannot hide it. - They learn they're both dying for a pee. - They do an extreme potty dance. - Heavy leaks! - Lola wets herself - a massive wet patch on the dress HUMILATED - The Ferris wheel restarts. - Luke darts out toward the toilets - He has to wait in line! - Potty dance! - He finally gets in! - He just makes it. - They hug and comfort - They head home together but stuck in traffic and need to pee again! - Part 2???
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  33. I really soaked the heck out of my favorite jumpsuit outside in the snow the other day! https://mobile.twitter.com/BDSMbookwyrm/status/1615135735971213313
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  34. So today I had my first public wetting. I'm writing this in a public loo at 10pm, with a change of clothes in my bag, and a few friends waiting on me to get back. I'm a little cold, I must say, but it's certainly been an eventful evening. I met up with my friend at 11 this morning, having gotten up at 10 and popping to the loo, and drinking a glass of water. We had a busy day planned, in temperatures of around -5, so you know it's been a cold day! We had soup at lunch, along with glasses of water that they frequently refilled (maybe 3 times), and my friend went to the toilet then. I didn't even consider it. We went about our day, with me drinking half a bottle of water and a cup of hot chocolate, before ending our day at one last place. My friend went to the loo there as well, and said that she was so impressed that I hadn't needed to go all day- obviously a point of pride for me as someone into omo. That pride was definitely my downfall. Well I realised that I needed the loo as soon as we'd left that last toilet. We couldn't go back though, I didn't want to admit my need to my friend, so on we went, me shifting my legs every do often but nothing urgent. We got off the tram and onto the busy streets and I felt the urge to go, but knew I was in no danger of losing it. She was determined to stop for pictures for a while, so we took about 20 minutes to get to the next station- which of course had toilets, but I didn't want to admit it still. Of course, as an omo fan I was also happy to hold for a little longer, since I knew we were only about half an hour away from the restaurant. Well, I forgot about the snow. It doubled our time, and I also kept slipping in it, making me fear that I was going to leak every time. I didn't...for a while. About five minutes away from the restaurant I felt the first drop hit my pants, but I was able to regain control quite easily. I knew it wasn't big enough to show or anything, so I tried my best to keep up conversation and pretend I wasn't bursting to pee. We finally reached the restaurant, and I redoubled my efforts to hold as my bladder realised it was near our destination, but as we got closer, we noticed a sign outside the door. They were closed for new customers. I thought briefly that perhaps I was in an omo dream, because this has rarely (if ever!) happened to me before, but nope, there it was. It's worth noting too that I definitely could have swallowed my pride and asked to use the loo, but I was determined to hold it to the next place. Which was a 20 minute walk away. I'd like to say that I made a valiant effort. We made it about ten minutes, with me trying my best not to pace at every traffic light, and to clench tight with every little slip I made in the snow, but we went around a corner and I tripped a little. My control scattered and I accidently let out a huge leak, enough that I thought it must surely be visible through my thermal underlayer. My friend continued chattering ahead as I struggled desperately to regain control, but my bladder kept leaking, pulsing dully against my every effort to stop. We still on had a good 15 minutes to go, I thought, and suddenly I realised that I wasn't going to make it that far. I was on the verge of wetting right there. I panicked for a second, and thought about urgently taking my friend that she needed to stop and wait for me to piss behind a sign, but we were on a main road and I simply wouldn't make it to a side road. Instead, that leak turned into a tap, and I began to wet myself in earnest, piss pouring from my bladder and warmly streaming down my legs, dripping off my jeans and onto my black shoes. I didn't dare to look at the trail I might be leaving as I finally relieved myself, terrified that my friend might look down and ask questions at any moment, holding back nothing as my bladder eventually slowed to a trickle and stopped, leaving me in very obviously wet blue jeans, on a main road, far away from home. Well, I did my best to distract my friend from the slight glisten I could see on my trousers as we walked, hoping it would dry. Discretely I checked to see that yes, it was very clear where my trousers were wet, and I tucked my long black coat over my front so nobody would notice. I was mostly successful. I went inside, under bright lights, ate an entire meal (leaving the seat slightly damp I'm ashamed to say) and left the restaurant. I did see one guy staring at me on the way out so I do think he might have noticed, but I hurried out as fast as I could, hoping he would dismiss the discolouration on my jeans as stylistic, not the result of a desperate wetting. It certainly made my evening more exciting, scared though I was in the moment! My first public wetting, and also my first fully involuntary one, and I've still got to find a way to wash these trousers without anyone being any the wiser. I hope some of you guys can relate to my tale of woe, and enjoy your evening 🙂 (Oh, and a few sneaky photos I took after I left the restaurant- about an hour and a half after I wet)
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  35. (the original image was too big to post in discord so I divided it in 5 both to be able to and for ease of reading and since I already had the 5 images I also posted it here in a way that there is no need to zoom on it, but here is the non cut original regardles)
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    A desperate woman films herself at home holding her pee for as long as she can. When she feels like she is about to lose control she struggles to remove her panties and/or get naked as fast as she can before it's too late. Enjoy
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  38. Schoolgirls get the worst in omorashi
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  39. I'm holding Ok.. but they don't hold full wee.. Oops that was me yesterday
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  40. When it comes to whether or not a scene is kinky I'd say it's about how detailed it is. A passing piss joke on South Park is just a laugh, whereas something like the South Korean show "Marriage but not dating" where a whole episode revolves around a gorgeous woman desperately squirming and soiling her shorts clearly goes a bit past a comedy gag.
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  41. Already was... literally shaking.. about to pee
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  42. My new one 😋 it was my first time doing it in a dress actually…
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  43. Currently in the middle of a physical playtest and my tease seems to be a little on the easier side so I guess it could be approachable for newcomers to holding, and if you want a bigger challenge you could start with a filling or already full bladder, or maybe even begin the tease through the rapid desperation technique. (Of course right as I post this, all the liquid hits me lol) Post test update: May have underestimated the difficulty but I got somewhat close to the hardest good ending, but then again I don’t do holds very often tbh.
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  44. Hortense wasted no time getting to behind the bleachers. She could feel the swishing and her exit hole ready to buckle. She had to go and now. Kassiana might have been right around the corner but Hortense could only think of peeing. But when she got there, Hortense was surprised by the sight. Even behind the bleachers wasn't safe. There were a few people behind the bleachers and on the phone. Not only that, but one person took a piss too. Hortense had no privacy. But she was brought back to the situation at hand. She could feel herself ready to piss herself. She almost spurted as her exit hole quivered, allowing a small dribble down the middle. Hortense kept her hands wedged between her legs. She fell down to a squat as she winced in pain. This wave of desperation was so bad she just couldn't take it and had to let it go. She was just about to when Kassiana came around and called out her name. Hortense flinched and spurted a little in the process. "Captain-" "Don't captain me Hortense get up get up right now-" But Hortense just squatted back down. She was almost picked up and held standing up straight. She couldn't have pissed herself. "No don't lift me or I'll piss myself. I'm bursting.". Amazing. Hortense just denied a direct command to her superior by telling that she has to pee. And if she doesn't she will have an accident in front of said superior. Unheard of. Kadsiana couldn't believe what she just heard. "What the ****? Really? What are you 5 years old. Get up! Now!". Kassiana had been made a fool of long enough and demanded Hortense end this nonsense. Hortense couldn't just stay there forever and and had to get back there. But she was in danger of peeing. Suddenly the coach for the Pumas showed up beet red. "Girls get the hell out there and cheer for my boys. For our boys!". Kassiana turned back to Hortense, picked her up abruptly, and herded her back to the field. Hortense cried out "No stop you'll make me pee myself.". She was spurting a few times and about have an accident. All this jostling was making her exit hole, already quivering, be more jostled and about buckle soon. No one noticed the spurting but she had to pee soon. Once back on the field, Hortense was out back in formation and back to cheering. The game started again and this time she was right next to the captain. Now she couldn't sneak off or hold herself. Poor Hortense. What is a cheerleader to do to have one pee break. Now the squad had jump, lift their leg like earlier, and turn side to side while shaking pompoms. The cheering was "Rara Pumas go they're the best GoooooOOO Pumas!". Hortense was down to a squat again as she was fighting another urge but she was forced to do the poses while her poor exit hole was about buckle now. All 7 full bottles of water were about to come rushing out. Hortense was bursting and badly. There was nothing she could do now. Plus, the elderly woman clogged the toilet in the portable toilet stall. Now Hortense was in serious trouble for this last 15 minutes of the game. She should have peed regardless behind the bleachers but she would have been caught. Hortense didn't want to be expelled or lose her right to graduate. She wasn't Gretchen before becoming class president. She used to not care about peeing on school property. But she wished she had done so now.
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  46. Part Four “Pet” Janet let out a comfortable moan, her thighs twitching and pressing together in response to the pleasant source of vibration that was being brushed teasingly over her privates. Though she was still mostly asleep, not wanting to wake up from what had been a very comfortable slumber, she felt herself growing increasingly aroused as the stimulation became steadily more intense and direct. She cracked her eyes open, blinking the sleep out of her vision. She stared blearily down at the scene before her, at first unable to comprehend what she was looking at. She was a little distracted as well, as the sogginess of her padding rubbing against her most sensitive area was slowly becoming too much to ignore. The matriarch had returned to Janet’s side, watching the human with an intense curiosity. Janet’s half-opened eyelids drifted down from the plumage decorated fox down to the front of her soaked diaper. The smoke’s effects had muddled her mind further, but she managed a singular moment of clarity as the device the matriarch was wielding was momentarily lifted from her padded crotch. A… Vibrator wand..? How… Where did they… Her stipulations as to the steadily increasing supply of human paraphernalia the foxes had successfully hoarded were halted as the vibrator was pressed down firmly against her front. She moaned, sensual pleasure coursing through her neurons at an increasingly overwhelming rate as her mind returned to the pleasant blankness caused by the mystifying smoke. The matriarch pushed the device harder into her sodden padding, and before Janet could gather herself to formulate another thought she felt her hips bucking. She was helpless, tied down and pleasured to a near maddening level of sexual ecstasy she felt herself releasing herself passionately into the front of her diaper. For a few seconds, all she could understand was deep, profound euphoria. Nothing could have felt better than cumming into the front of her soggy diapers, the wand was pressed further into the now creasing, crinkling plastic further exacerbating her orgasm, limbs quivering as a shudder coursed its way down her entire body. Almost as soon as it arrived, Janet felt herself descending down from her hormonal high as an emphatic lethargy came over her body. She felt weak, unable even to tug at her bonds. The matriarch watched in fascination as the strange creature before her blinked several times, her eyelids appearing heavy before falling back down to sleep as quickly as she had woken up. The fox chittered under her breath thoughtfully, flicking the vibrator’s switch into the off position and lowering it to her side. She leaned forward, briefly snuffling Janet’s hair before retracting to once more study her intently. Noting that the fur-less creature appeared to be determined to sleep, she withdrew from the tent. Outside, she snapped her fingers at one of the foxes, briefly exchanging a word with them as she commanded them to attend to the dwindling fire inside of Janet’s hut. ⤐ ⬷ Janet stirred once more, unwilling to rouse herself from her pleasant snooze. She could feel a distinct pressure building up in her lower abdomen, growing steadily more intense pushing its way to the front of her attention. She shifted, trying to adjust herself into a more comfortable position only to be held back, momentarily forgetting she was still restricted. “Mmm…” She murmured, a note of irritation that sounded far more churlish than she would have normally allowed herself to express coming from her lips. She grunted, frustrated and annoyed that something as mundane as her own body’s needs was bothering her. At last, she pushed. Just… Some gas… She thought to herself, already falling back into the depths of her dreamless dozing as with the release of pressure came a welcome relief. Janet was completely unaware that the fox that had been ordered to rekindle the fire had witnessed the entire scene. He had watched, alarmed but morbidly intrigued by the larger being as she appeared to be struggling against a great discomfort. His jaw had slackened in abject disbelief as the sounds of flatulence followed by a much deeper, wetter sound came from the human’s rear end. Even from his vantage point, he had seen the bottom of the human’s diaper balloon outward to accompany the subsequent mess. She had voided herself without a second thought, not even bothering to open her eyes. Followed by a sigh of contentment, her head had lolled to the side as her body relaxed once more. The fox felt himself begin to sweat from apprehension; he dithered, momentarily unsure of what he should do under such circumstances. Turning, he fled the tent running on soft paw pads towards the tent of the village matriarch, his tail swishing behind him as it exited between the flaps of the tent. ⤐ ⬷ Janet’s head felt fuzzy, for the first few minutes of wakefulness she was unable to even grasp who she was let alone where she was still being held captive. The blanket that smothered her thoughts was not unpleasant, allowing nothing more complicated than a pleasant appreciation of the feeling of fresh air against her nether regions. Something wet and warm was wiping away at her bottom, clearing it of a foreign substance she could not recall having applied to her cheeks when she was last awake. It felt nice, the adept hands of whoever was taking care of her took great care in delicately caressing her private parts as they were washed. Still hazy, Janet blinked the night’s worth of sand out of her eyes before glancing sluggishly down her body as her curiosity got the better of her. The female fox, who was now balling up the diaper that Janet had been wearing the night previously, appeared to be handling the item with a degree of separation and disgust that puzzled the anthropologist for a moment. Then it struck her, with a deep-seated feeling of embarrassment came over as she realized that she must have soiled herself as she slept. Not only had she relieved herself into her padding without waking up like she had when she had been very little, the foxes had apparently taken this in stride as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. Unsure of what to do or how to react, she felt her cheeks burning at the thought of being discovered in the morning in a thoroughly used diaper. Despite the strange fire’s effects on her, muffling her thoughts and reasoning, the feeling of being very vulnerable in that moment crept over her causing her to feel overwhelmingly self-conscious. She mumbled indistinctly, pulling helplessly against her bonds as she thought of a thing to say to conserve what little dignity of hers remained. It might as well have fallen on deaf ears, however, as the foxes still did not understand her. This was worsened by far as she found that her lips felt oddly clumsy, and try as she might she could not coax them to form into anything more coherent than nonsensical babble. Her worries as to the steady loss of control she was experiencing was soon lost to her muddled thoughts, for even as another diaper was being fluffed up and laid beneath her bottom the nipple of the bottle was presented to her. Her eyes crossed, a gurgle emanating from her stomach as she realized that she was ravenous. Without thinking, her lips parted and she accepted the sweet, warm milk with gratitude as it quenched her parched throat. With Janet successfully distracted, the fox that had been in charge of changing her carefully placed the last tape onto the landing zone of the diaper with adept paws, affectionately patting her freshly padded front as she did so. Janet relaxed. The hints of worry and apprehension that had been kindled inside of her ever since her capture now forgotten and laid to the wayside. She simply could not string together the effort nor the wherewithal to comprehend her predicament anymore. Her attention span lapsed, transitioning from her bottle, to the need to pee, and to the various baby toys the foxes amused themselves with by holding them over her head and giggling as she watched in obvious rapture. Janet found that she found the rattles and stuffed animals they presented her with immensely entertaining, gurgling softly, eyes sparkling as she laughed and sniffled whenever play time was over. The foxes took apparent delight in this, cooing softly and tickling her nose with the tips of their tails as they took turns taking care of and playing with her. Soon enough, the tent became a regular place of visitation for the inhabitants of the little village. While before they had been somewhat wary of her, now the matron and matriarch combined often had to shoo away their curious kits from overstimulating their human charge. Despite the progression of Janet’s deteriorating mind, the effects of the powder thrown onto the fire that was lit every night before she fell asleep, she now found that she did not enjoy bath time as much as before. She would whimper, and occasionally shed a few tears as they stripped her of her diaper and wiped her down with sponges and towels. At the conclusion of her baths, she would always wriggle in delight as a fresh diaper was presented to her, now having become incredibly fond of the sensation of the soft, fluffy folds of the protective undergarment. The anthropologist’s brief moments of clarity and worry came with less and less frequency, until without even realizing it she found herself unable to recall what her life was even like before she became the fox’s plaything. Her days were filled only with the many toys she found incredibly stimulating, and the multiple diaper changes she had to go through every day as her incontinence grew to even day time wettings and messes. These she soon to become barely aware of, until she noticed that her diaper felt a little warmer and squishier than usual. She hardly thought twice about it now, even the smallest twinge in her bladder or slight cramp in her torso would lead to a fresh accident only a minute later. The foxes, of course, did not seem to mind her growing incontinence as they would change her in the mornings, afternoon, and once before bedtime to ensure that she was comfortable. Unbeknownst to Janet, however, the lower ranking females in charge of changing her messy diapers began to draw straws for the task. This fact remained unknown even to their matriarch and Janet’s matron, who accompanied the majority of Janet’s feedings and baths and only changed her on a handful of occasions. When it became clear that the human had been mentally incapacitated enough by the effects of the fire’s smoke, they began to experiment with freeing her from her bonds. Having spent several weeks now unable to support any weight on her legs, Janet’s legs wobbled and she was able only to crawl around. The foxes did not allow her to leave the tent, stooping down to turn Janet’s chin away with soft paws whenever she meandered too close to the tent’s entrance. They entertained themselves by watching her crawl around the straw floor of her tent, her thickly padded bottom waving cheerfully behind her as she played with the toys strewn about her makeshift nursery with gusto. At this point, Janet had developed an ever present drool. Her chin was constantly moist with her saliva, causing the foxes to often affectionately wipe her face or don a bib around her neck to collect the continuous stream. The young woman delighted in the attention, finding her pleasures now revolved around the many affections and attentions the foxes gave her. The inhabitants of the island delighted in babying her, mocking her and chiding her in their foreign tongue as they amused themselves with how passive and dim she was becoming. Occasionally, late at night, the matriarch would stride into Janet’s tent with the vibrator wand. Janet’s straps would be tightened until she was unable to move more than a centimeter. The matriarch would then tease her, grinning and showing off her pearlesque, pointed teeth, as she watched the human writhe and moan in response to the stimulation. Sometimes, she would allow her subject to finish. Other times she would withdraw from the tent prematurely, leaving Janet’s dulled mind aching and yearning for more. The days following such denials, the pacified human could be found pressing her palms against the front of her diaper to the point where the foxes would often have to restrain her to keep her wandering hands from slipping inside the leak guards of her diaper, used or not. ⤐ ⬷ One day, as Janet was shaking one of the rattles that her babysitters had left for her to entertain herself with, she glanced up to see the matriarch and her company standing in the front entrance of the tent. “Buh!” She exclaimed, a line of drool dribbling down the left corner of her mouth as she shook the rattle at them in excitement. Was it time for a change? Her baba? Hopefully not a bath… Janet’s dim thoughts, little more than wordless instincts and vague concepts, whirled in confusion as the cognitively stunted woman tried to figure out what would cause the big female fox in charge to be looking at her with such a keen gleam in her eye. She sat back, her thick padding serving as a soft cushion for a seat while she stared blankly at them, chewing on the bottom handle of the plastic rattle to soothe her sense of anxiety. As the matriarch approached, Janet looked down and did her best to stir as little as she could. Throughout the past weeks, she had been spanked twice by the feathered fox in response to when she had protested or struggled too much during her baths. She now always felt a little cowed whenever the stern visage of the fox appeared before her, as the notion that she was very much subservient to the matriarch had been successfully imbued into her soft, malleable head. Janet felt something being wrapped around her neck, smooth but strong, and she heard a click behind her head as something was buckled into place. “Neh-na.” The soft, rasping voice of the matriarch encouraged her; she tugged at the other end of a leash attached to the makeshift collar around Janet’s neck. Knowing better than to resist, Janet dutifully plodded after the fox as she was led out of the tent for the first time since the day of her capture. Her padded posterior impeding her crawl somewhat, Janet blinked several times as the brightness of the sunshine streaming from above assaulted her sensitive irises. Around her, the cacophony of the crowd of fox villagers that had gathered to see her was almost too much for her ears to bear. Chitters, cries, howls of laughter, and a hubbub of conversation burst forth as she was put on display for all to see. Janet was not given a chance to fully take in the scene before her, which she would have marveled at had she still had her wits about her. She felt more like bursting into tears than admiring the rare sight of so many anthropomorphic foxes in their natural habitat. Sniveling, she continued to crawl after the matriarch that occasionally gave the leash an occasional tug, firm but not too forceful, to encourage her onwards through the crowd. The foxes parted around her, occasionally reaching out to touch Janet’s long hair or pat her affectionately on the diaper, before darting back and descending into a volley of giggles and excited babble. The young woman was reaching her limit of tolerance as she felt her senses becoming overstimulated. Just then, the party stopped suddenly and Janet looked up into the amber eyes of a female fox standing purposefully in front of her. Her naked breasts, voluptuous and larger than any of those she had seen on the other foxes, were exposed to the elements. Their nipples glistened in the sunshine, causing Janet’s salivary glands to begin to shift into overdrive as her stomach rumbled in anticipation. Janet’s mind was little more than infantile urges at this point; she yearned to wrap her lips around one of the nipples and suckle their tantalizingly sweet milk out. Little did she know that the vixen in front of her had been responsible for filling up all of the bottles of milk she had ingested over the past few weeks as her sole source of nutrition. The vixen kneeled in front of Janet, her eyes warm and inviting as she spread her arms out as if to embrace the young woman. She stood about a head taller than the majority of the foxes, her form larger and better filled out. Her hunger getting the better of her, Janet crawled forward as the matriarch’s grip on her leash grew slack to allow her to press forward. Moving into the vixen’s lap, Janet quickly forgot about the throng of foxes around her who all watched with eager fascination as her lips connected with the vixen’s waiting nipple. She suckled, her lips moving and forming incoherent words as she latched onto the vixen’s prominent bosom and began to suckle in earnest. The vixen’s soft paws moved through her hair, caressing her as she chittered gently while she allowed Janet to nurse. Reaching around with one paw, she patted the bottom of Janet’s diaper affectionately much to the delight of the witnessing foxes. The forest seemed alive with their commentary, giggling and laughing at the spectacle of the grown woman reduced to nothing more than a suckling babe to serve as their afternoon source of entertainment. The humiliation of the situation was completely lost upon Janet, whose eyes were now closed as all she could properly concentrate on was quelling her hunger with the creamy ambrosia that came from the female vixen’s ruby nipples. For a good ten minutes she fed, the milk dribbling out of the corner of her awkward lips only to be wiped away by one of the vixen’s fox attendees. At last, Janet felt like she had had her fill. Detaching herself from the vixen, she belched so loudly that it startled her. She looked up at the vixen with wide, innocent eyes as a rivulet of drool escaped the corner of her mouth. With a paw, the vixen wiped at her mouth with one of her paws and crooned softly into her ear, praising her in her strange tongue for doing so well at filling herself up with her milk. The vixen stood up, gently shifting Janet off of her lap who slid off and resumed her stance on all fours. The young woman felt sated, having grown used to the bright sunshine pelting down on her skin and the tumult of noise around her. A full stomach had helped ease her initial feelings of anxiety, although a new, albeit familiar sensation accompanied the sensation of fullness in her tummy. Without a moment’s hesitation, she lifted her left leg slightly for better leverage as she heaved a sigh of contentment. Visible to the part of the crowd to her left, the foxes gaped and watched in astonishment as she relieved herself with no visible sense of self-consciousness into the front of her padding. Barely audible over the ambient sounds of the forest and the many howls and yips that came from the foxes, a muffled hissing noise could be heard from inside of Janet’s padding. As Janet finished, the front of her padding now sagging beneath her and slightly yellowed from her deposit, the foxes erupted in a delightful orchestra of amusement. Teeth flashed and eyes sparkled as the indigenous anthropomorphs delighted in the spectacle Janet was giving them. When the mirth of the crowd subsided somewhat, the matriarch snapped her paw pads together and pointed at one of the foxes that composed her entourage. Obediently, the fox unshouldered the satchel he had been carrying on his back and rifled through its contents, bringing out the necessary supplies for a diaper change. Janet, who had now turned her attention to staring with wide eyes at the throng of foxes, sat down on her now thoroughly soaked diaper as her thumb made its way into her mouth. Staring dumbly out at the crowd, she was gently coaxed by prodding pawpads and soft encouragement until she was laying flat on her back, her legs kicking softly in the air above her. Now familiar with this position, as her diaper had been changed many times before by the caring paws of the foxes, she continued to contentedly suckle her thumb as they tended to her. Not a single remnant of her former self remained, as she had drunk from the vixen’s very breast. With this final act of infantilized subservience, the young anthropologist had sealed her fate. She gurgled contentedly, shivering slightly as a moistened towelette caressed her skin while she was wiped down by the attending fox. Too occupied with the pleasant sensation of the sunshine above her on her sensitive skin, and the wonderful feeling of a full tummy, Janet allowed herself to be changed in front of the entire village. And so, to this day, does she remain there. Lovingly taken care of and continuously put on display for the amusement of her captors whenever the whim strikes them. Janet Parker, anthropomorphologist, permanent resident of the Isle of Foxes, and needing no less than three diaper changes a day.
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  47. So time ago when ideas were running slow I decided to check my old request thread (the one below) to do some requests that I didn't want to do because of not wanting to spend the time now that I was doing less detailed ones... and just now I realized I forgot to post the results A girl using a urinal standing, bibibibi (for some reason with that simple idea I thought of this entire sequence) Soleil from Fire Emblem wetting, DsGSilver Rem from Re-Zero desperate while trying to follow Subaru around, WinterWettings Omo art of nagatoro, Goeategg Linda Belcher, Lois Griffin, Francine Smith, Donna Tubbs, Peggy Hill and Marge Simpson desperately waiting in line to use the bathroom, Wildagram Anthro female Yellow Pikmin peeing with bladder bulge, Geniefan
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    That felt amazing. :)
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