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  1. Hiii everone! I'm super excited because I got my first diapers ever! I bought the goodnites pullups XL and they're super comfy omg >_< I loove them. Just putting my legs through and pulling them up felt so nice ^_^ I'll be sure to upload pics and vids and stuff in the future and hopefully wetting vids ❤️ I know I'm just a smol Asian girl but that just means that I have a cute lil diapered butt :3
    8 points
  2. H-hi everyone >_< just wet my first diaper omg. My bladder was completely full and I couldn't hold it anymore! I had an accident and wet my pullups ;-; Near the end of the hold, I was doing potty dances and pushing my thighs together in hopes I don't have an accident but... >///< Here's pics of my full pull-ups and some vids of me being desperate to potty ❤️ 20230526_155047.mp4 20230526_155219.mp4
    8 points
  3. So Guys and Girls this is my first post with pictures! This is an exciting one because it is my first accident i ever had since my Adult life! Normally im one of the guys who would just give up if the pain would get to real but this time i was determined to hold it and you will understand why. So the Story. I was in a Sports Event of a local team and im part of the team. So i wore a Jeans and underneathe a Jogging Trouser (sorry if its a wrong name) and a boxer. After we finished the Event and our Team won of course we went to celebrate a bit. Well how celebrating works we dran alcohol and had much fun. Ifelt a little pee coming now and then but i wasnt to go to the toilet because i hate public toilets even at a bar. Also i was confident to get home before it would get dangerous. The end of the Party came and we got ready to go home. As i only needed to go about 500 to 700m to get home i decided to walk. Of course as i got on the fresh Air i felt the alcohol but also i felt my bladder. As i was alone my focus laid on that feeling of course. I went to go home and was very desperate to pee but i really wasnt worried to pee my pants as the way isnt that long. What i didnt think about was the fact i forgot my key. Well normally i live with my parents in one house but they are on vacation so i didnt know what to do. I cam to my door and realized the problem. Normally we have a key outside stored for emergency but i of course didnt remember where. Well as i searches all spots that would be normal like doormatt, garbage cans or flowers i didnt check the table of our bbq place. So i wasa very wooried what i would do. I was tryinge to remember where the key gone while crossing my leg and holding my penis. As this wasnt planned my arousal wasnt so great. I was even worried to pee my pants outside even if its dark as some people that would walk by could see me dancing and maybe loosing control. Im not into public wetting and of course not being used to having an accident i was more worried to have one. I was dancing around and barely could think about the key but i was so determined to hold it until i found it. Well after like 15 minutes i felt spurts escape and my jeans already was damp what means my joggers and boxers mustve been soaked already. As soon as i was giving up on finding the key my bladder was getting up on holding and i started spurting even more and uncontrollable. Now it was clear for me that i was about to have an accident and i surrendered to my situation. Lucky for me i got my smatphone ready for pictures and a video (What i wont share just for nothing) of this accident. And dont ask me why i didnt wear socks... i dont know xD I think i put them i my back after sports because smell.. And my shoes i took of after the first few leaks... At this point i lost control completely and i hope you enjoy the following pictures.
    7 points
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  5. Sophie jolted upright, head and bladder throbbing. She checked her phone: 7:28am. Classic, she thought. First chance for a lie in and my stupid bladder wakes me up. It explained her dream at least. She'd dreamt that every time she tried to use the toilet, she'd be transported somewhere else, gradually getting more and more desperate. Speaking of, Sophie was fit to burst. She reluctantly tore herself away from the warm comfort of her duvet, feeling the cool morning air on her naked body as she stood up. She debated putting some clothes on, but her bladder was in no mood to be delayed, and besides, her flatmates would probably all be asleep anyway. Sophie always needed a wee when she woke up, but this was next level. It almost felt as though she forgot to urinate when she came home from the pub. Which was a possibility, as she had had a substantial amount of beer by the time she decided to go home. Peeking her head out of her bedroom door, she saw the coast was clear, so she darted across the hallway, clutching herself desperately as what felt like litres of urine begged for release. --- FUCKKKKKKKK. It all came back to Sophie instantly. It wasn't a dream at all, but a very real reality. In truth, she didn't really remember anything that clearly from yesterday, but the pieces of the story were starting to come together in her mind. She remembered pissing in her sister's sink, and then having to try and explain what was going on. She remembered having to pee in an empty Starbucks cup when her sister gave her a lift back to Leeds and they got stuck in traffic. She remembered trying to still enjoy the evening at the pub but spending most of the time so desperate for the loo she could barely talk. And she remembered wetting herself on the top floor of the 78 bus because she couldn't hold on any longer. Sophie assessed her surroundings, her stomach twisting as she realised where she was. It was all the same as it was when she left without saying goodbye three years ago, from the tacky 'Live Laugh Love' sign in the hallway, to the ugly green carpet. She was at the house of her ex-boyfriend's parents, naked, with a bladder on the verge of exploding. She desperately clutched her peehole as a spurt leaked out, the drops softly pattering on the outdated carpet. Twisting her body in agony, she silently gasped as she heard a voice from upstairs. "Who's down there?" her ex's gruff father called out. Sophie's heart rate spiked, as her bladder started to reach bursting point. The stair floorboards creaked, as his father began to make his way downstairs, so Sophie did the only thing she could think to do, and freeze him. With one minute before he unfroze, and potentially called the police, Sophie knew she had to act quickly, but she was beyond desperate for a wee at this point, and her bladder was causing her physical pain. Searching frantically, for a receptacle to relieve herself in, her eyes were drawn to the flowerpot by the front door. Holding on for dear life, she grabbed the flowerpot, only to find it was significantly heavier than she had first realised. As another spurt leaked out, and with time running out, Sophie had no choice but to see where the bathroom door would take her this time. --- She was in the charity shop where she sometimes volunteered, still completely naked, and still absolutely bursting for a wee. The shop's alarm started blaring almost immediately, as no one was due to open up until 9pm. The one time Phyllis remembers to set the alarm, Sophie wryly thought. She could hold on no longer. Her bladder gave up the ghost, violently releasing its contents onto the floor of the shop, amid the deafening sound of the burglar alarm. Sophie moaned as a small waterfall left her body, with no thought about how she was going to explain the puddle on the floor to her boss. Or how she was going to explain being naked. Or how she was going to explain setting off the burglar alarm. The relief was so great she almost wanted to cry, with the stream showing no sign of stopping. After what felt like almost two minutes, her bladder was empty, and she could turn her mind to the situation. Keen to get out as quickly as possible, she grabbed a pair of light denim flared jeans, an oversized t shirt and some scuffed white trainers. She disabled the alarm, and went to get some cleaning stuff. Shit, she thought. All the cleaning stuff is in the bathroom. Not wishing to find herself on the doorstep of anymore of her exes, she decided to improvise, using some old jumpers to clean up the mess. Praying no one would notice the loss of some old jumpers, or the light smell of urine mixed with the cheap perfume she'd poured over it to try and hide the smell, she disposed of the jumpers, and let herself out, making sure to reset the burglar alarm, and lock up again. Hopefully no one would ever find out. Hopefully.
    6 points
  6. “Lisa!” Bella called out from down the hall between classes. “We have to go home. Please drive me home,” She begged more subtly. “What? No. Why? What’s wrong?” Lisa asked in rapid succession. “I have to go to the bathroom so bad,” Bella replied, much softer in volume, but still just as urgent and purposeful. “That’s it?” Lisa chuckled. “I was worried it was something important or really bad. I already know you have to pee. You bailed on me when I was going, remember?” ”Lisa, you don’t understand,” Bella struggled to try and explain. “I have to pee so, SO badly. Please, I literally just have to go home. I can’t even think I have to pee so bad.” ”Bel. I know they were skimpy with bathroom passes this semester. I mean, look at me,” Lisa rebutted. “But you should really use one of yours. You look so uncomfortable. Bella sighed. “I don’t have any.” “I know,” Lisa confirmed. “You said you didn’t have any today. But Bel, you’re squirming around, can’t stay still. Maybe use one from another day this week now, and then we can figure out a plan for that day?” ”Lisa,” Bella tried one last time. “I don’t have ANY bathroom passes. Not today, not this week… I have zero bathroom passes for the semester.” ”What? No, they wouldn’t do that,” Lisa again said in disbelief. “They did, I don’t. Now please? Can you drive me home so I don’t have to wet myself?” ”Oh Bella,” Lisa offered, finally grasping the severity of her roommate’s predicament. “I’m so sorry. I can’t though. My hardest class is the last class of the day. I can’t miss any of it.” ”Look,” Lisa continued, trying to find the bright side to support Bella. “You have gym for your last class. It’ll probably be something easy and you’ll be able to move around without drawing attention and you’ll be able to get your mind off yourself. I promise I will drive us back the absolute second class is over and get you home. You just have to hold it for what? Maybe another hour. Bella I believe in you.” ”Lisa…” Bella tried as the bell rang. “I’m so sorry Bella. You can do this,” Lisa said, walking away towards class. Bella was left without a choice. Off to gym class she went, dreaming of going home so she could finally pee.
    6 points
  7. It was already 4 pm, Sue and the boy did not pee since the evening before, not since more than 17 hours, they were needing to go since so many hours and already very, very bad. Especially the boy’s bladder was pregnant bulging out from his flat, muscular abdomen. Sue’s belly was visible swollen as well, but not as much than the boys. First each of them caressed the own bladder and belly, then they started to massage the other’s bladder. They pressed and pushed more and more hard to torture the other. They were getting in ecstasy from pain and lust. They were both painhorny and could not get enough from this kind of torture and especially from torturing the other. The empty boy was no more empty, he was needing to piss again, but did not want to admit it. He was horny about the erotic show from the other two and from his own need. The circumstances that he was needing to go again and the imagination how bad and painful his friends MUST need to piss turned him on very much. He could not resist to press in his friends abdomen and especially in Sue’s belly. They crossed their legs and were both moaning, but they let him do it, they were both willing to suffer for their horniness. One hour later said Sue that they had to leave now if she should be able to hold it until at the boys home. As soon as they were standing up, Sue and the boy were banding over and crossed their legs for one minute to calm down and to be able to walk back to the car. ” Never before i hade my bladder so full and never before i was needing to piss so painful than now.” Said the boy. ” My bladder hurts me too.” Said Sue “ and i never before was holding my wee for so long than today.” The boy stopped on the way to the the car, pulled his shorts down and said “ sorry but i can’t stand it any longer!” And then he pissed with high pressure endless long. ”I need to piss again!” Said the other boy and pissed too a very large amount of urine out of his slim body. ”And i will squat!” Said Sue.”19 hours not to wee is a pretty long time for a girl, i think.” ”Oh no, you will not squat, you will not wee now. We agree that 19 hours not to wee is pretty long, but it is not your limit for a long time, you can stand more, you can bear up longer. You promised to us that you‘ll show us how long a girl can endure not to piss. Please don’t squat now!!” Said the two boys synchronous. ”I think i can bear one or two hours longer, but what happens if we have to stop on the motorway because of an accident? Asked Sue. ”That would be great, we would love to stay all night in the car with you if you could not wee, if you had to hold it that long!”Said the driver boy from his heart without to think about what he said. ”You two are absolutely crazy, you would rather let my bladder burst than to let me piss. For you can a girl never need to pee bad enough!! Or??” Asked Sue. “ No never!!! We would like to make a girl hold her wee, we want let her piss until she is so full that her urine is coming out of ears, we want let her go until her eyes turns yellow.” Said one of the boys. “ A girls belly should be full and swollen with her big overfilled bladder!” Said the other boy, ”I told you, you two are crazy and nuts!” Said Sue and set in the car with her bladder full from 19 hours. She did like to be trapped for two hours more and not being able to go how bad it ever will get. She did love it too, to be able to turn the boys on very much with that situation and she did love to see visible two hard dick’s in the boys shorts.
    4 points
  8. Hello again. Few weeks ago I was able to have a little fun again... I decided to hold it to my absolute limit! Usually I just 'give up' and wet myself without much effort to actually hold it in. But that day I decided to NOT give up so easily. I started everything by keeping myself VERY hydrated throughout the day. Drinking much more than usually, while still using the bathroom normally. I stopped using the bathroom at around 11 pm when my siblings started to get to their beds and I was FINALLY about to get some privacy. I was already kind of desperate, but I wanted to watch an film to the end. It was a film called 'Looper', but the name is probably the only thing I remember...😅 Anyways, I drank around six cups of tea during the movie, and I was feeling quite freaking full when the movie was close to the end. When it did end, I started to setup my floor with an giant plastic bag and some towels on top of that. I have already ruined one part of our floor, I really don't want to do that again 😆. I really regretted for not doing the setup earlier, it was annoying thing to do whilst desperate! I had just put the towels on the floor when my sister came in. I almost panicked, but then I just calmly lifted everything suspicious on my floor and threw them behind my armchair. I still can't believe she didn't notice anything, she was just looking at her phone 👏. She said that she wasn't feeling sleepy at all, and wanted to talk to me instead! It felt so unreal, she has never came into my room at so late time! (She is 16 by the way.) At first my mind was like "Oh yeah, now I have to hold it! This is perfect!". But as time passed by and she noticed that she hadn't written her diary yet and started to write it RIGHT THERE, i started to panic a little. I couldn't sit still anymore. I tried to say to her that I would like to sleep now, and she was like "I'll be quick, just a few more lines! Then I'll go to bed!". Now something about her; she does her diary EVERY day. EVERY FUCKING DAY. And no matter what, she wants to fill the pages right to the end. Exactly one big page every day. A bit crazy behavior, if you ask me 🤗. So I knew that I just had to wait. Of course I could have used the bathroom freely at any point, but... I had decided to hold it. So I just crossed my legs even more tightly and tried to act like nothing was going on. At one point I had to stand up to do a little pee dance, it was hurting so much I couldn't sit anymore! I was actually really close to losing it at this point. Soon I sat down again and started to feel a bit better. And I still had to use both of my hands to hold it in... Then she said that she's ready to go to sleep. I'm not sure, but I think that she was around an hour in my room. I felt so happy when she finally left, I don't think that I'd have been able to last a lot longer! So when I was sure that she won't come back, I quickly dug the towels and threw them on the floor. I mean, I just threw them. I did not care to carefully set them or anything. There simply wasn't time for that... 😂. Then I completely focused on holding it in. Legs TIGHTLY pressed together. My hands being the final hope to stop the flood. At one point I even tried laying on my bed, but it didn't help at all... I know that I have never been so desperate. NEVER. That's for sure. I leaked a bit, and felt SO excited! It felt so awesome to start losing control like that! It was my first time ever to actually pee myself because I simply could not hold it any longer. I tried to stop it, but... Oooohhh, I could not stop it. It felt far too good to be stopped! It didn't take long until my jeggins ended up being... well, quite damp ☺️. It was awesome. Absolutely the best wetting I've ever done. Wetting myself uncontrollably like that felt maybe 10 times better that 'just' wetting myself. HOW this ended up being so long post? I had just planned to post the pics and not to write a long story like this... Well, I don't know. Maybe someone will find it amusing. So, the pics: And my personal favorites: And pics from my panties for those interested: ps: Getting those tight wet jeggins off was NOT an easy task...😆
    3 points
  9. its okay, I'm going to buy some this evening and have a hold until I can't.
    3 points
  10. The model shifted the art style, but I think the pictures still came out well.
    3 points
  11. Had a little accident this morning Morning accident
    3 points
  12. When it's clear that the girl is genuinely enjoying the challenge and the wetting, that can be pretty hot.
    3 points
  13. Genuine situations... always clothed.. Don't like topless sexualused ones, or the stood in shower/bath/on puppy pad. Give me accidents!
    3 points
  14. The thing about what Daniel said Ellen was impatient standing waiting in the corridor for her colleague. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could cope not being in the meeting, every second feeling like hours as she pictured Oleksandr and his wife and son and the many other refugees relying on her. What was being discussed in her absence? Finally the door of the gents opened and a sheepish Daniel came out. Not wanting to waste any more time Ellen walked quickly back through reception her eyes focussed ahead and her pace brisk. Assuming Daniel was behind her she decided to not look back until they reached the boardroom door. Whilst outside the gents she’d tried thinking of a few excuses she could use as they entered the meeting but the closer she came to the door the more she settled on the idea of only speaking if absolutely necessary. If anyone asked or commented later she could answer then but as she intended to make a sharp exit she hoped that wouldn’t happen. Sure enough as she reached the boardroom door and looked behind her there was Daniel, his body right next to hers and his arm reaching out for the handle just like her own was. She could almost feel his chest against the back of her neck and hear his heart beating as a sudden urge to turn around and touch him almost overcame her. Forcing herself to push the door handle down even as his large warm hand rested on hers as they pushed the door open together Ellen could feel her own heartbeat racing. If working with Daniel thrilled her being this physically close to him sent shivers through her whole body. That thought immediately blew from her mind like a wind blowing a feather away as the door opened and Ellen was faced with a room full of suited men with papers in from of them with solemn looking faces. What had she missed? With her head down to avoid drawing unwanted attention and disturbing the meeting more and to also hide her blushing face from the door encounter with Daniel Ellen headed quickly and quietly to her seat scanning the current slide to see what was now going on. As Daniel sat back in front of her facing the screen Ellen struggled to concentrate as her eyes drifted to Daniel’s neck, his hair line and shoulders. How she’d love to caress his neck line, nibble his scrumptious ear lobes, massage his tense shoulders. Her mind was drifting quickly but she was brought back to reality abruptly as a male voice ended his monologue by saying ‘and I am sure you will all agree that this is the best options we have given the circumstances. Arrangements have already been made and I am delighted to say that within 3 weeks the ship will be empty and our mission accomplished.’ Ellen’s face was ashen and her mouth open as she looked from one suited male to another watching them nod in agreement as she wanted to scream so much. Unable to see Daniel’s face because of the fact he was forward facing in front of her she couldn’t t imagine for a minute that he was in agreement to any of this. He had met the refugees, he’d been on board the ship. He’d interviewed so many of the families, knew they had toddlers in local nurseries, children settled in local schools. Sick refugees who were getting treatment at local doctors surgeries and hospitals. Vulnerable young adults getting counselling and attending courses to learn English. Pregnant ladies getting maternity care locally. Young men in training courses and apprenticeships. Just seeing other council logos on the screen made Ellen feel sick. These people who she’d come to know and befriend for a whole year, who had been through so much already, who she and Daniel and others had so tirelessly supported and now just because of a lack of suitable properties in the area they were being uprooted all over again and sent to unknown areas with no support all because of politics and money. The room went quiet for a moment until the gent who had just been speaking directed a question to Daniel by name. Ellen held her breath inwardly as she waited for him to answer. He knew this was wrong. Didn’t he? “Are you in agreement about getting these contracts signed by all the remaining clients as soon as possible Mr Omari?”. “Yes. Yes I am.” Eileen’s mouth fell open as her mind tried to comprehend what her colleague had just agreed to. Earlier that evening she’d vowed to contact him the next day to check he was ok after suddenly leaving the meeting. Now she wanted to speak to him even more urgently. That was the thing about what Daniel had just said: it didn’t seem right. It didn’t fit with the Daniel she knew. It couldn’t be true. She had to talk with him urgently. Not here though. Anywhere but here. She couldn’t believe she was going to do this but anger and shock took over as she raised her voice suddenly in frustration: “Do none of you even care? Have you no heart? You can’t do this. You can’t.” Then Daniel’s quiet, professional, unemotional voice. “It’s for the best Ellen.”
    3 points
  15. Oh boy do I have a mammoth story for you guys today I have never had a proper accident in front of people in my life... until today. This is exactly the kind of story that I've been reading from other people on this site for years but the kind of perfect storm of circumstances that I never would have thought really happens... until it happened to me. Let's set the scene. This morning, I woke up significantly earlier than I usually do so I thought perfect, I have even more hours to play with, I'm going to do a big hold and hopefully end up wetting some lovely skinny jeans and film it for all you lovely lovely people on my ManyVids (humble plug 😉). This is unfortunately not how the day turned out although the result was arguably better, even though I wasn't able to film anything. I started by drinking a nice cup of tea and heading out to my local shopping mall. I don't have much privacy in my house which makes omo play a bit of a logistical nightmare, but I digress. For this hold, I planned to drive to my nearest motorway service station (about 25 minutes away) which has showers. I thought that would provide plenty of privacy to film a desperation/wetting video and would be ideal for easy cleanup. I walked around some shops and bought some skinny jeans from a charity shop to wet in, and some cute undies to wear in future videos. While shopping I worked my way through two energy drinks which totalled about 500ml, on top of the previously mentioned cup of tea, as well as about a litre of water. You can see where this is going. I went into the public toilets, not to pee but to change into my peeing clothes. What a concept right? 🤣 Being inches away from a toilet but not letting myself use it was torture, and as soon as I shut the door all my drinks caught up with me at once. My body knew I was out of sight of prying eyes so my bladder spasmed, pee fighting for release so desperately that I had to hold myself tightly with my hand to stave off the flood. I managed to calm down, and changed into the designated wetting jeans I had just bought. I left the shopping mall feeling incredibly full, and still had a 20 minute drive ahead of me. I laid a plastic bag and a towel on the seat of my car as a just-in-case, but this turned out to be a premature omen, it seems. In my haste to leave the mall, I absent-mindedly set up my sat nav but didn't think to check it was actually directing me to the right place... it wasn't. I took a wrong turning, got a bit lost, and ended up adding an extra ten minutes onto my journey. Turns out this was indicative of how the rest of my hold would go. I arrived at the motorway services station absolutely bursting. The extra 10 minutes of the drive had been a bit frantic and now I was at my limit. I gathered up my bag with my clean, dry jeans in and a towel. In hindsight I am so, so glad I had these items 🙏 I stiffly got out of my car and headed towards the building. I felt like I was about to leak as I was walking up the steps, but turns out it was about to get much worse. There was a sign on the door to the service station: Please be advised that the toilets are currently out of service for refurbishment. Apologies for any inconvenience caused. Oh, they were about to find out what kind of inconvenience this caused and then they'll be sorry. I know this is the kind of convenient inconvenience that it feels like would only happen in the movies or in other people's omo stories that have been posted across the internet over the years, and I thought this as well until it happened to me. I didn't think too much of this hurdle because I was heading for the shower, not the toilets. How naïve of me. I only made it a few steps into the lobby when I glanced to the hallway that leads to the toilets and the shower. The entire hallway was blocked by a construction barrier. Now, I would like to preface this next part with a disclaimer that in order to practice this kink ethically, I am strongly opposed to leaving a mess for an unsuspecting somebody else to clean up, when they do not share this kink. It's my hard limit, I don't want to leave a mess. That being said, in this situation, I did not have a choice in the matter. I pissed myself. Not a leak, not a few little spurts, I had absolutely no warning. I just started peeing full force into my jeans, right there in a big open communal space where truck drivers were drinking coffee and chatting. I was in shock, I panicked, I froze. What the fuck do I do?! No matter how much I squeezed all my pelvic muscles I was absolutely powerless to stop the stream. I dashed quickly to a side so I was at least not right in the walkway. Reassured by the fact that my jeans had soaked everything up thus far and there was no puddle on the floor, I pressed on. I made it as far as a big block/pillar thing which I was able to sort of 'hide' behind for some shelter from view, maybe cling on to a tiny shred of dignity. Shop workers in full view of me didn't notice what was going on, I felt like an agent somehow going undetected. I'm sure some of the truck drivers saw the wet streaks down the backs of my legs but I didn't care, maybe they were into it. Right now all I needed to do was find somewhere, anywhere, to piss NOW. Ahead of me, I could see the hallway that led to what was supposed to be toilets. I hobbled, cross-legged, towards the hallway and moved the construction barrier to slip around it. As a last ditch attempt I tried pushing on all the toilet doors (maybe refurbishment hadn't actually started yet?) but every single one was locked. I had no other option. There were two empty mop buckets at the end of the hall. I made a beeline for one and half-squatted over it, draining as much as I could into the seat of my jeans. Some people walked past the other end of the hallway so I stood up as not to be caught in the act, and hid as much as I could behind a tiny outcropping of the wall. I was completely frantically pee dancing at this point, but thankfully nobody saw me. The people walked past and I immediately hopped back into position over the mop bucket. It was incredible to relieve some of the pressure. A man approached the end of the hall with a tentative hand on his rather swollen lower abdomen, clearly looking for the toilets. I quickly stood up and resumed my position behind the wall. I made eye contact with him and shook my head, hopefully with a look of sympathetic resignation on my face. He asked me if there were toilets down here, and I said no. I wonder if he realised what was going on in that moment, that I was leaking into my jeans the whole time he was there. After he left (presumably to go and find a secluded tree or something, lucky sod) I perched over the mop bucket one last time and released some pressure. I didn't want to empty my entire bladder into it, like I said, I strongly disagree with leaving messes for other people. The only mess I left was absolutely critical and completely out of my control. Having freed up enough pressure to function normally, I turned my attention to my soiled clothes. Remember that bag I had with a towel and some dry clothes? That, my friend, was a godsend. I took out the towel and wrapped it around my waist, to shield my dignity because I was in full view of anyone who happened to walk past the end of the hall (which was right by the entrance so yes, lots of people were walking past). I peeled off the soiled skinny jeans (a challenge in itself) and undies. At this moment a member of staff appeared at the end of the hall with a 'wet floor' cone. She thankfully didn't notice me or some any closer, because I was stood there like a deer in headlights, completely nude from the waist down and clutching my panties in my hand. I hurriedly put on my dry clothes and wrapped the wet jeans up in the towel, put everything back in the bag and then booked it back to my car, not looking up or daring to make eye contact with anybody. I was in utter disbelief. I could not believe that had just happened. I drove to the nearest petrol station and used the bathrooms there, taking a moment to process what had just happened to me. As I sit here writing this a couple of hours later, I am still in disbelief. It doesn't feel real. What an experience. Definitely the craziest omo thing to happen to me in my life. The first and only time I have ever wet myself in public, without meaning to. I mean, I've deliberately wet myself in secluded woodland before, but never in a room full of people whether I liked it or not. (Spoiler alert; I did like it. It wasn't nearly as embarrassing as I thought such an experience would be. For the most part, I got away unscathed. Nobody 'caught' me necessarily and anyone who did witness the accident had the decency not to confront me, and I was able to leave the situation in dry clothes. I'm sure if anyone had directly seen/spoken to me or if I'd had to leave in my soggy jeans, I would be feeling very differently about it 🤣)
    3 points
  16. My last wetting excluding the three wettings I did today was yesterday. I went with my bicycle to town for some errands. I put on my jeans shorts, and my bladder was eager to start wetting and a bit spasmy, so I leaked a bit already before leaving the house. But then on the bike it wasn´t hard holding it anymore, and I waited until half way to town. Then I started letting the pee pour out while riding downhill. First bike wetting this spring, and it felt great. I rode through town soaking wet, and then rode along the lake until I found a spot that wasn´t too crowded with people. I quickly sat down in the grass, relaxed and emptied what was left in my bladder, and then I took my shorts off and went swimming before I changed into clean clothes and did my errands.
    3 points
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    Pair of Lanreta videos I found while organizing my collection. In the first video, the girl puts on a pull-up before going for a walk in the city. While out, she realizes she badly needs to use the bathroom but is unable find one. Eventually, she finds her way back but has a heavy accident on the stairs and leaks her diaper. She continues back to her place and wets it again in the bathroom. In the second video, two friends are getting ready to go to a party. Both have some bladder issues and have been wearing protective underwear to help with it. While they're deciding what to wear, one of their pull-ups starts leaking! Her friend luckily has bigger diapers, and they both decide it's better to stay dry than to worry about people seeing them. They head to the party unsure how many times they peed, and have their diapers totally visible when returning the next morning.
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  18. So this is kinda embarrassing. I wet the bed, last night. My bed was super comfy and I was tired. It just sort of happened. I had done some brief holds earlier in the day and drank a lot of tea before bed. As I drifted in and out of sleep, my bladder became more full. I kept ignoring my bladder, because my bed felt too nice. Finally, the floodgates opened. The cozyness of my covers coupled with the feeling of warmth flooding around my bottom was blissful. After the initial wetting, cool air swarmed around my wet nightgown and leggings, but my covers trapped in my body heat and created a really nice calming feeling. However, my bladder filled up again and I had to let go. And again. And again. I wet about three times last night, before I finally fell asleep. When I woke up to assess the damage, I found out I made a slight mistake. I was under the impression that my mattress cover was waterproof and could hold back my nighttime fun. It did not. I am currently doing laundry and cleaning my mattress...😳
    2 points
  19. A hypnosis based story focusing on heavy humiliation/degredation/emasculation, with lots of bedwetting and fear/stress/submissive wetting based on an adoptable i bought a while ago. The kind of hypnosis focused on repetition. Very little introduction, just straight into it. This is my first time posting anything I've written, i hope you like it 👉👈 Please excuse any spelling mistakes, I'm not a native english speaker. -------------------- Part 1. When he'd said yes to this, Travis had been sure it was fake. He'd maybe been a bit mean, poking fun at his new roommate for believing so sincerely in something like hypnosis, not to mentioned he believed he could actually do it himself, too. He had laughed when Joss challanged him to let himself be hypnotize, agreeing immiditaly, feeling totally secure and not afraid to put his money where his mouth was. He wasn't laughing now, however. His eyes followed the mesmerizing swing of the eccentric looking pocketwatch joss was swaying infront of him. He distantly heard Joss's voice, saying something about relaxing, about focusing on the watch. He'd been saying that for a while, atleast that's what Travis thought. How much time had passed actually? He didn't know, and he couldn't bring himself to worry about it. His mind was far to full of a distant voice belonging to someone he no longer remembered, and the side to side swinging of the pocket watch. Maybe it was no one elses voice at all, but merely his own thoughts. "You", said the voice. "Are a bedwetter". Shock ran through him. No, that wasn't true, why would would anyone think that? "Thats right. You are a bedwetter. You just don't wake up when you have to pee at night. No, you simply pee in your bed, sleeping peacefully and undisturbed. Yes.. and it happens every night. Every night you brush your teeth, put on your pjamas, get in bed, and drift off to sleep. Then, when you wake up in the morning, your bed is wet. You... are a bedwetter" A deep embarrassment filled him at the tought of it. It was not true. Ok, the part about brushing his teeth was true, and the part about putting on his pj's... but he didn't wet the bed! "You're embarrassed, arn't you? Yes, of course. Wetting the bed at your age? Of course you're embarrassed. Most people stop wetting the bed by the time they are 5 years old, and here you are, a fully grown adult, still peeing yourself every night" Shame burned inside him. Just as the voice said, he was embarrassed. A distant memory from when he was a child floated across his mind. A memory of waking up in soaked sheets, the feeling of devistation when he realized he'd had another accident, knowing he was too old for this. That was so long ago...wait, was it long ago? Was he even a child in that memory? "That's right. You're a bedwetter. And you know what that means, don't you? You will wet the bed again. When you go to sleep tonight, you will wake up wet. And the night after that, and the night after that. Every night, for the rest of your life. It doesn't matter that you're embarrassed, it doesn't matter how much you dont want it to happen. You're just a helpless bedwetter, you have no control" He felt that feeling of wrongness, of resistance. He didn't want to wet his bed... but that didn't matter, he realized. He couldn't choose whether or not he wet the bed... he had no controll. "That's right, you have no choice. What you want doesn't matter, you can't help it. When you fall asleep, you wake up wet, it's inevitable. You're too pathetic to do anything about it. You have no control" That memory wafted through his mind again, and indeed, he was no child. He was an adult, waking up in a wet bed. He unconciously swallowed around the lump in his throat. How could he still be wetting his bed, even at 22 years old? He felt so humiluated, coming to the realization that it would always be like this. There was nothing he could do... he couldn't do anything about it. "You know what else is embarrassing? You pee yourself when you're nervous" Another wave of shock shot through him. That defenetly wasn't true. He did not wet himself while he was awake. "Yes, yes you do. You feel it right now, don't you? When you're stressed it's like your bladder shrinks to half it's size. You're a weak little man, you can't defend yourself, you can't handle stressful situations... all you can do is pee your pants to show how pathetic you are, and hope someone takes pity on you" That thought was terrifying. Being forced to humiliate himself like that because he was weak and helpless... His bladder felt full, but for the life of him there was nothing he could do to focus on it. The swaying of the watch was all he could really register. "You don't want that, do you? You don't want to piss your pants. But that doesn't matter. You're weak, you're pathetic, you have no way to defend yourself from anyone. It doesn't matter how much you don't want to, you have no control. You're too scared, too insecure, too nervous. You wet yourself when you're nervous, you know you do". If he had been more concious, maybe he would have noticed his seat grow warm and wet, or heard the splattering on the floor, but he didn't. There was only an eccentric looking pocket watch, swinging soothingly from side to side. "Well now.... you see? You've wet yourself", the voice pointed out for him. Any doubts in his mind got drowned out by shame when he realized the voice was right. Despite his blank expression in real life, his inner consciousness was writhing in shame. When had it happened? Why? 'because you're a weakling, because you have no control', his subconscious whispered back at him. "It's to be expected. You're a bedwetter, it's not so strange you would wet yourself while awake too. Stressful situations are just too much for you. You have no control" It did make sense. He didn't like it, but it did make sense. "Good" the voice praised him, drawn out and pleased. "You understand. Now you say it" He didn't really understand. Say it? He wasn't sure he remebered how to speak. "Say it. You're a bedwetter. Even though you're an adult, you wet the bed every night" "Im... a bedwetter" he mumbled out, surpring himself. "Even though I'm an adult... i wet the bed... every night" "That's right" it praised again. "And you wet your pants when you're nervous. Stressful feelings are too much for a bedwetter like you, and it makes you piss yourself. Come on, say it" "I wet my pants... when I'm nenervous", He repeated carefully. The voice was quiet, waiting patiently for him to continue. The puddle he was sitting in reminded him it was all true. "It's overwhelming...and it makes me... pee myself..." "Very good. That's right. And how do you feel about that?" "...it's embarrassing..." he awnsered, his voice thin and fragile. He didn't want to wet himself. He was 22 years old! "But there's nothing you can do, is there?" "...no, there's nothing i can do" There it was. The deal was sealed. He had admitted it himself, and it would now be reality. To be continued. ----------------- If anyone reads this, please tell me what you think... this is purely self indulgent, but i hope it scratches the itch for some of you, too.
    2 points
  20. Soiled Modifications Another day, another shift at work finally finished, as Stacy returned home exhausted after 8 full hours of retail madness. Exiting her car, she welcomed the brisk wind in the air as opposed to the stale atmosphere of her job. The transition from spring to summer had just begun, Stacy could feel it as she walked to her front door. Unlocking and entering her home, Stacy’s instinct motivated her to open her windows, just enough to allow the wind from outside to fill her house. The breeze gave her much needed serenity from her exhaustion. Stacy started cooking stroganoff while playing her favorite symphonic metal artist in the background, energizing her along with the outside breeze. She aimed to unwind in a simple manner, with her favorite pastime while enjoying some delicious food. In her room she kept a gaming PC that she built years before, with the goal of having a machine that can not only run modern games with ease, but also can handle extensive gaming modification. Booting up the PC, Stacy sat in her comfy computer chair with her dinner, awaiting eagerly to revisit her favorite childhood memories. She had been playing video games since her dad introduced her in her younger years, and starting modding in high school with help from her computer classes. Though her mods were of the more explicit kind, making a name for herself in the modding community for creating quality D.E.S.O related content for countless games of many genres. These mods were mostly character overhauls, namely to strip them down to just their underwear and sometimes diapers, often in a rather soaked or soiled state. Now on the home screen, Stacy opened her mod manager and initiated a modded save for a survival horror title. Survival horror was her favorite genre to mod, simply because it was really funny to make the main characters look out of place from their own setting, given they’re nearly naked in the open. Hours passed, Stacy’s dinner plate was scraped clean, as she continued playing her modded games in peace. Now though she was play-testing her latest mod specifically for a recently published sci-fi horror. Currently she was guiding her bare character through the dark hallways of a derelict spacecraft, wearing nothing but a bra, a pair of panties, and a weapon holster. Stacy in turn was now only wearing her matching red bra and underwear. But as Stacy relaxed and ran her mod through the usual paces, her stomach had been gurgling and churning for a while. Something familiar was certainly brewing with a sizable capacity and urgency. “Not yet… not yet,” She told herself. Stacy was always into panty pooping, but her favorite way of doing so was to hold in her load until after her modded characters had pooped their pants first. Not only does pooping her panties feel even better after seeing her gaming characters do it first, but Stacy finds the mere idea as a fun personal challenge to engage in. Who would shit themselves first: Stacy or her player avatar? So onward Stacy played her game, determined to hold in her shit until she sees her avatar’s undies fill up first. This challenge will be difficult to achieve, the mod she was currently testing was designed under an RNG of sorts tied to the game’s setting. This means for every horrifying event/enemy encounter that happens, there is a random chance the avatar will soil themselves. So Stacy is holding out against random chance, who knows how long it’ll take before she can relieve herself. However Stacy was well aware of this, and looked forward to such an interesting and unpredictable challenge. In fact she made it even harder for herself by deliberately eating foods for the past few days that would make a poopy load that would be huge and demanding. So Stacy’s got her work cut out for her for sure. Another hour passed, and Stacy is now in a losing battle. Despite encountering numerous terrors and nightmares in the game, Stacy’s avatar had still not shit themselves at all. Meanwhile Stacy herself has been struggling to keep herself from pooping her pants prematurely. Her guts were constantly gurgling and churning as her turds relentlessly pressured her anus to open and release, being mere inches from the exit leading to the outside where her underwear was waiting to be filled. Stacy had too many close calls as it was but was still determined to hold out, however she knew well that if her shit makes another attempt, she may not have enough strength to resist. Regardless she continued playing her game while squirming in her chair, eager to win in this challenge she had put herself in. Under her intense digestive pressure, Stacy guides her avatar forward into the next area, the level design of which was a clear sign that she was heading to a boss fight with a nightmarish monster. Stacy mentally prepared herself for a difficult fight, hoping that the conflict would activate the RNG. Surly enough, the beast’s arrival was terrifying in many psychological ways and the resulting fierce battle demanded all of Stacy’s focus. Yet once again, the avatar failed to shit herself from the mere sight of the monstrous creature. Worse still, Stacy’s poop began another mad push against her anus, begging to be unleashed. With all her focus spent on the fight itself, her anus began to falter and slowly open up, with the huge mass of waste now turtle heading out. Stacy was about mere seconds away from pooping her pants and losing. ‘Oh god, no no no, not now!’ Stacy thought, feeling her overpowering poop nearly succeed in its own prison break. Out of desperation, Stacy violently clenched her ass cheeks as tightly as she could muster in order to stop her load from escaping. ‘I’m not losing to this game or this challenge, I refuse to accept defeat here and now!’ Stacy exclaimed in her head, still determined to gain a win. So she kept her butt closed as she played on with nothing but sheer defiance and willpower. Even when the pressure wrought pain in her abdomen and her stress increased, she held out and fought two separate battles simultaneously. Luckily for Stacy, her persistence paid off yet again. The shit was stonewalled within her again and she overthrew the monster by the skin of her teeth. She exhaled slowly as she steadied herself from the mental stress. Stacy was now dangerously out of luck, next time there will be no hope to hold back her crap at all. Still regaining her composure, she motioned her avatar forward once again past the corpse of her enemy. Then… *RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!* “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!” Both Stacy and her character were both jump scared by the monster as it roared violently in vain as it finally died. This caught both off guard screaming in shock. Stacy’s heart and mind was now racing scrambled like eggs, the usual price to pay for playing horror games. But as she attempts to calm down, she noted two important things. One: The avatar’s underwear were beginning to grow a heavy brown bulge. Two: Stacy herself was feeling something hot and heavy bulging in her own panties. Stacy and her character were both finally soiling themselves from the shock of the jump scare, which in Stacy’s case, allowed three fat logs of poop to erupt from her anus and pile into the welcoming embrace of her red undies. However more was still to come as a fourth turd was already snaking its way out freely. Still recovering from the stress and feeling the warm comforting dump in her filthy panties, Stacy didn’t have anything to resist the urge to poop anymore, not that she wanted to anyhow. So she finally surrendered herself to her shit and allowed all of it to enter her underwear unopposed. One by one, poop coiled out of Stacy’s ass and plop into the mess inside her panties. The first few turds were very firm and solid, but the newer logs slowly turned softer. The red panties’ bulge was already large initially, but now it was growing even bigger and heavier as more shit was loaded into the panties. The former red fabric of the bulge was now stained completely brown, Stacy’s underwear was definitely ruined for sure. Stacy herself was enthralled by the relief washing over her, the pungent poopy odor putting her mind at ease. It felt euphoric to feel her body’s contents being emptied from her, and to be collected in her undies. While all this was going on, Stacy still had her eyes focused on her video game, as her character was busy doing the same thing. The avatar just stood there passively, filling her own sagging underwear with warm poop. Stacy couldn’t help but wonder if the avatar was feeling the same way that she was right now. By the time Stacy was empty of waste, her panties had a swollen poopy bulge the size of a small watermelon, while her avatar was close behind with a load the size of a cantaloupe. ‘Hehe. Alright then, we’ll call it a draw,’ Stacy mused to herself, pretending to interact with her avatar competitor. This certainly wasn’t a loss for Stacy, not with how huge and satisfying her load felt in her underwear. She couldn’t help but rub her bulge gently against her chair, hearing her poop softly squelch from her massage. Satisfied with the outcome of her personal challenge, Stacy gets comfy in her chair and continues her game uninterrupted. She’ll play with her load and change herself later, for now she’ll just enjoy the warm company of her poop in between her ass cheeks and underwear. As for the avatar in the game, she was feeling the large bulge in her panties, her face mirroring Stacy’s pleasure. This plainly answers Stacy’s previous question of the avatar’s emotions. So Stacy decides to let her character stew in her poopy panties while playing onward, much like herself. All in all, a fantastic panty poop that was well worth the desperation. The End Stand by… Volume 1 complete, initializing Volume 2…
    2 points
  21. As an adult. Whatever your definition of 'lost control'/having a 'real' accident is (leaking, spurting, full accident, bedwetting, etc etc). I've already posted my last legit wetting experience, so I won't repeat, but I love real accidents. I think they're so cute, so I want to hear allll about yours 😉
    2 points
  22. So basically today i had my first ever holding on command. And I'm super excited for the experience, so I'll try to share it verbatim. So yesterday night, i went to sleep by chugging 1 litre(not all at once) of water since the last pee.... So had a mildly irritating bladder in the midnight. It felt needed to just pee and have a good night sleep, but i ignored my urges, contained all my liquids inside myself and masturbated a bit, to ease off the urge and had a nap. But it didn't last long, after two and a half hours, my night sleep ended and it was morning, 7:30 am... Talked with an online bladder controller and he said to chug 1 litre of liquid. So i followed and first only chugged half of that... And a few more minutes later chugged the remaining...but that time i did something mischievous. I put lemon juices inside my water and probably that was really an effing good diuretic for a already bulging bladder. After a few minutes he told me to open my legs, and i just noticed maybe i was overestimating my power. After a few minutes i went back to the sleeping position. But this time i noticed i just couldn't lay on my back!!!! I started leaking. Time maybe 9:00 am. And then the real desperation started..... I felt stuck in a certain position only, i.e, curling on a side... Thighs pressed together...still leaking drops every now and then... On demand, i even pushed on my bladder. It felt rock solid... Even turning a bit made me to leak more... And as on my previously stated wish, he commanded to get a tape to prevent my pussy from leaking. I wanted to be pushed past my limits. To be sealed tight even though i just can't!!!! The pain from my lower belly disrupted my breathing. I felt immobilized!!!! Not having any energy to move.... All energy was being utilised in keeping my urethra closed like a properly disciplined gal. So i couldn't get up to gather the tape. Then he demanded me to drink another half litre for leaking a few drops... Just as i wished to be brutally dominated. But i was really helpless this time. My ability to move was long gone. I couldn't stop leaking every now and then and above everything the pain from keeping all the water inside my inexperienced girl bladder was overwhelming!!!! I was probably 12/10 in terms of urge rating. He too wanted to stretch my bladder. And i happily complied to such bladder domination. I was in pain heaven, anxious whether an impending bladder rupture will kill me or not, still kept going. It was 9:40 am then, when he said he's going to cut a deal, he went to sleep, saying that he knows i won't tolerate anymore with the amount he pushed into me. So we would talk later when my other fantasies can be fulfilled. Like holding pee for straight one-two days, being plugged up with more liquids being injected inside of me. LoL, i know, these are extremely brutal, but i love it. And after that i figured out i was leaking unconsciously... So few drops already wetted my bed....it was such a shame to my overconfident composure of being able to resist all my bodily urges. It literally felt like i can't really hold anymore if I'm not literally plugged up. My determined mind too couldn't handle that much (2 litres total, as i was squirming since midnight) of liquid. And then the moment came...to get up and reach to the bathroom. I was already a mess in my panties then... Grabbed a bottle (of 500 ml) and went inside the bathroom. And then holy prolly, even though i was inconveniently full and leaking, i couldn't force my pee out with much force.... It seemed like i was so busy in squeezing my urethra, it couldn't do the opposite.... In the meantime, i wasted probably almost 500 ml on the floor, for being a noob to position the bottle exactly below my urethral opening. Then after wasting that much, i thought of capturing whatever remaining is in there, and then!!! Oh my my my!!!! I literally filled up the bottle within seconds... I filled up a 500 ml bottle within 7-8 seconds.... But still it didn't stop.... I peed some more... I don't know the exact amount... But i guess it was almost 1.5 litres in total!!! And among them only 500 ml captured, rest probably wasted due to inexperience in positioning own urethra and the scarcity of any extra bottle at that time! I am really proud of my holding ability this time. Previously i thought maybe i have just a regular girl size bladder, i.e, feeling the urge to void if it's full(500 ml~)... But now it seems i have really pushed myself... Stretching it to accommodate more ignoring my pain . And I'm super excited for the next time too. Will have to gather a good measuring jug to quantise the exact capacity too. Thought of having my sanitary pad on , so that primary leaking won't drag any attention towards me. My pain will be only contained within me. A certain masochistic desire. It just feels awesome to dedicate my everything. A total submission offering. Enduring some torture to give a proper service. My pussy is only meant to be squeezed tight. Nothing goes out without permission from my daddy. Daddy will decide how full i should be, and how lil I'm eligible to let out. He may force his dick inside my pussy when i start leaking, to prevent my leaks, and see a painful expression on me for being stripped off this basic need . And even after fucking, i wish to get sealed....no chance for a relief. The torture must go on. I don't know why i feel this much submissive, but it feels good when even me crying too can't stop someone from controlling me. I know internally i just crave for a caring daddy, who'll take care of my every need. Totally owning me. It's just that these two types of owning concepts sometimes get mixed up. The owning from utter care and possessiveness, and the owning from just a sadistic Vantage point. I know I'll choose the first one (caring daddy) to surrender to.... It's just that in real life i like to see how much pain i have to tolerate to finally get my desired man. To finally be in that cuddly mood permanently. To finally gift my submission to a deserved one. In either way, pampering own lil quirks is always cute. And the fact that i feel my submission as a gift, is the reason why i like to cherish every inch of it. And again, thanks a lot to this platform too. I've found so many cute yet extreme power exchange dynamics type stories here. Thanks to all the contributors. You just make this world a lil less lonely. Cheers fellow kinksters 🥂
    2 points
  23. Part 2: It's been 4 weeks since Krista's humiliating accident in class, and she hoped that the students stopped seeing her as the TA that peed her pants, and started seeing her as the competent, friendly and good looking teaching assistant. Today, the class was all visiting a National Weather Service research center which was about an hour and 15 minute bus ride away. Krista had been there before and knew it was a relatively casual work environment. She put on a pair of "mom style" jeans that still highlighted her firm round butt, and a white button down shirt that she tucked into her jeans. She was sure to leave plenty of time to visit the restroom this time before getting on the bus. Meanwhile, Morgan was standing around the front of the building waiting for the bus. She was still trying to cozy up next to Mark, and tried to her best to look cute for him. Today she had on a pair of skin tight vintage Levis jeans that looked like they were from the 80's and a pink t-shirt that was just a little too tight. She wasn't quite as curvy as Krista, but still had an amazing figure, with a smaller but very firm and round cute butt, wide hips and B cup breasts. Her straight dirty blonde hair went past her shoulders, framing her beautiful soft face and big brown eyes. Morgan was standing alone when her friend Alison from class came up. Alison looked cute at just 5'2 and petite, with medium length bleach blonde hair and wearing black yoga pants and a white sweatshirt from the university. She cheerily said to Morgan "morning, I thought I would be an especially good friend and bring you a latte this morning." Morgan was happy to have the caffeine "Oh my gosh, you are too sweet!" she said. Morgan already had a small pressure building up in her bladder, but didn't think too much of it yet, and took a big sip. Meanwhile Krista was inside, emptying her bladder before before heading out to the bus. As she exited the bathroom she saw Mark Walking down the hall. Mark gave a smile "oh hey, fancy running into you here" he says playfully to Krista. Krista tucks her silky brown hair behind one of her ears and bashfully looks up at him "oh hey, are excited to see the National Weather Service Station and weather balloons?" Mark is genuinely excited, as they start walking towards the bus together he starts going on "oh I have never actually seen a weather balloon before, I'm actually really pumped to launch one." The two chat away and sit next to each other on the couch bus as they enter. "I find it adorable how excited you are about meteorology" Krista tells him with a giggle, but instantly regrets telling him he's adorable, worried he doesn't feel the same about her. But Mark seems to lean into it "yeah, I am a bit of a nerd when it comes to some of this really." and seems excited that Krista seems into him. As Morgan sees the two of them walk onto the bus together she gets jealous, wishing she was the one who would be able to cozy up to Mark on the bus. Her friend Alison tried to break the tension "hey, let's sit together on the ride up" she tells Morgan as they join the rest of the class on the bus. As the two sit down Morgan starts to regret not using the bathroom before getting on. She turns to Alison "hey how long is the drive anyways?" Alison tells her "like 45 minutes" Morgan eyes get wide, not realizing how far away it was, now more than a little annoyed that she didn't use the bathroom, but figured she's an adult and she can hold it until they get there. Morgan just crossses her legs and leans back in her chair. After 30 minutes into the ride, Krista is quickly feeling her bladder fill up again as she sips on a water bottle. Despite going to the bathroom just 30 minutes ago, all the coffee she had this morning was refilling her bladder quickly. She taps her heels and starts shifting her butt in her seat. Mark seems to notice "need to pee again?" He whispers to her. Krista's face turns beet red when she realizes she was doing somewhat of a potty dance in her seat. She mumbles out a quiet "I'll be fine." Mark didn't want to embarrass her whispers quietly "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it in a mean way.. I actually wanted to tell you sorry for what happened last month on the first day of class, but it's ok, it happens sometimes." Krista didn't really want to bring up the topic of her wetting herself to her crush, but was at least happy that Mark seemed sympathetic "thanks" Krista said with a forced smile "it's not exactly the best way for a TA to introduce herself to her students." Mark thought about putting a hand on her knee but chickened out, and said "it's really ok, don't be too embarrassed, it happened to me once too in first grade." Krista couldn't help but to smile "that's sweet to share, but really not the same" she said with a slight laugh as she briefly put her hand on his knee. Mark was happy she touched him, and just smiled coyly at her. After 45 minutes, Morgan started to tightly cross her lights, while lightly bouncing her heel up and down. "I thought you said 45 minutes?" She whispered in annoyed voice to Alison. Alison was a little annoyed too, and said "yeah I thought it was." Alison took out her phone and put the location into google maps. "Oh shit" Alison said, we are still like 45 minutes away. Morgan groaned slightly "you are not serious right." Alison nonchalantly asked Morgan "What's the big deal?" Morgan darted her eyes around and whispered quietly "I have to pee, like bad." Alison smiled "oh, I thought something was up with you. don't worry you can hold it 45 minutes, it's not like your Krista." Morgan just sat back in her chair and didn't respond. She was actually starting to feel bad for how she treated Krista earlier now that she's experiencing what it's like to need a bathroom. 45 minutes later, as the bus pulled up, Morgan's bladder was really starting to affect her. Her legs were firmly crossed in her seat and she was struggling to not do an awkward potty dance in her seat. She was sitting at the back of the bus, and it felt like an eternity to watch everyone get up and get off. Morgan stood up in her seat and sat back down on her heel, trying anything to make her bladder feel a little better. Meanwhile, Krista takes short, quick steps into the lobby of the weather station. The lobby just looks like a plain office lobby with a handful of chairs, and a couple of locked doors to either side. As Krista she opens the door she immediately starts looking around for a bathroom, but is annoyed when one isn't right there. She doesn't want to start running around screaming for a bathroom, especially not in front of the class she has an accident in front of not long ago. Krista figured she would just ask for a bathroom as soon as someone came to take the group upstairs. She just crossed her legs where she stood, and waited for the class to start filing in. Morgan is one of the last to enter the building. She puts her hands in the front of her skin-tight light blue Levis and presses her thighs together, bending over just slightly. Her eyes also start darting around the room, and is almost panicked when she realizes there isn't one right there. The head of the weather center walks through the door, a woman in her 40's with shoulder length black hair, who is very attractive for her age, wearing a professional grey suit jacket and dark jeans. Sam the professor shouts out to the class "hey everybody, this is Jessica, she is a researcher here at the weather center. She is going to take us upstairs and show us how they collect the data for the weather balloons and then have you guys try out some of the equipment yourself. So follow us upstairs." Krista was full on shuffling her butt back and forth while standing, worried she is about to have a repeat of her humiliating accident last month. She tapped the professor on his arm and said to him and Jessica "hey guys, I think a few of us could use a bathroom break before we get started, yeah?" Jessica said softly to Krista, "of course" then turned to the whole group and shouted "if anybody needs to use the restroom, it's just up the stairs before we get into the lab. Krista felt an intense wave of pressure inside her, she bent forward slightly and bent her knees in, fighting to keep from leaking into her pink thong and jeans. Thankfully, she was able to cut it off before she released it. But she knew she couldn't make the same mistakes as last time, she needed to get to a bathroom and now. She just nodded her head at Jessica and Sam and marched upstairs. Behind the rest of the 25 person class was Morgan, who now stopped making chit chat with anyone and was focusing on her bladder. Her legs were crossed as she stood, and she kept shuffling her cute toned butt side to side. Morgan did a head count of all the people there, and based on how long the trip was knew there would be a line. Her bladder was so full that it was painful, and thought to herself she needed to make sure she was one of the first to use the bathroom. Krista was the first to get to the top of the stairs, it was a circular corridor in the office-style building. her eyes darted around, she saw a hallway that led another set of rooms, the lab to her right and one other door. She wasn't dancing, rather she was stiff as a board, while slightly bent over at the waist as she was searching for the bathroom. Jessica was right behind her and said plainly "bathroom is right there" as she pointed to the door. Just then, Krista felt another wave of pressure. She stood up tall, arching slightly back as she focused all of her energy on stopping the flow. She felt just a drop of warm pee hit her panties. Her eyes went wide and face red as she worried about a repeat of last month. She was able to cut it off though, and walked as quickly as she could to the single-stall bathroom. When she got inside, she knew from experience to not relax yet, and keep fighting back the pressure as she got her pants down. She quickly but carefully pulled her tight jeans down. As she did, she accidentally let go of another small spurt of hot pee into her pink thong. She flung her panties down and plopped her voluptuous butt on the toilet, and before she was even settled started peeing full force into the bowl. She was ecstatic and relieved that she made it in time as she emptied her bladder for what felt like 5 minutes. After her bladder emptied she took a deep breath in, but when she reached down to pull her pants back up, exhaled heavily as she realized that her panties were pretty wet. "Fuck" she mumbled to herself, "I can't believe I wet my panties again." Thankfully her jeans were dry this time, but she didn't want to risk her damp panties leaving a stain on her jeans. She took her pants all the way off, then peeled off her wet panties, rolled them up in a bunch of paper towels and hid them at the bottom of the waste basket, then put on her jeans again without any underwear. This is all took longer than she realized, because she heard a knock at the door and a girl say "excuse me, but there is a line out here, if you could finish up when you can." Krista was a little embarrassed she took so long. She gave herself a look in the mirror, her jeans looked good, and she walked out with confidence. As Krista walked out Morgan was in a desperate state. She was starting to sweat, and there were 4 other people in front of her line for the bathroom. Morgan was constantly moving one knee up and in, then the other and shuffling her hips back and forth. Her friend Alison took notice "You doing ok there Morgan? Alison she said in a sarcastic tone. Morgan wasn't amused though and whispered "I really, really have to pee." Alison gave a slight smile and said "hey, I have an idea." Alison led Morgan up to Jessica and asked "hey, the line is a little long, we might be able to speed this up if we could use another bathroom?" Jessica felt a little bad about the line that had formed and told the girls "yeah, of course, if you walk down that hallway, then take a left, at the end of that hallway there is another cooridor similar to this one with another bathroom." It was a huge building and that would have been a 3 minute walk, and Morgan really didn't want to have to go all that way, but also didn't want to embarrass herself and make a fuss and just politely thanked her. Morgan was having trouble walking normally, swaying her butt back and forth more than usual, and taking quick but tiny steps, trying to keep her aching bladder at bay. Once the two got to the end of the first hallway and turned a corner Morgan immediately grabbed her crotch with both hands, trying to ease the pressure. Alison actually found her friends predicament a little funny and joked "don't turn into Krista and pee your pants, especially in those jeans." Morgan didn't find the comment funny though and just kept on speed walking to the end of the hall. When Morgan spotted the bathroom she basically sprinted and put her full bodyweight into the door to open it, but it wouldn't budge. She pulled harder and banged on the door, but it was locked. As she realized the situatio nshe felt a wave of pee force it's way to the edge of her pee hole. Morgan double over and buried both hands in her crotch, thankfully not releasing any pee into her white cotton panties and jeans. Alison couldn't help but be somewhat amused at her friend's desperation, but also felt bad for her and said "this is a joke, let's just go back to the other bathroom and you can cut in line." Morgan was starting to get scared that might actually have an accident in front of her college class, but at this point all she could do was rush back to the other bathroom and pray she could hold on. Back at the other bathroom area, Krista was feeling good with her bladder now empty. Mark came up to her and said with a coy smile "so, as a Teacher Assistant are you going to give me a little hands on training with the weather balloons in there." Krista was happy to be a little flirty with him, he was only one year younger and didn't mind the attention. As she made conversation with Mark she saw the last person leave the stall. At the same time Morgan and Alison got back to the area. Krista, not realizing that they didn't actually use the bathroom, went up to Jessica and her professor and told them "it looks like everyone's ready." Sam the professor shouted out "hey guys, if you follow us, we are going to cut through this lab here and go out to a patio area where we are going to show you how to set up and release the weather balloons. After the demonstration we'll have each of you show us that you know how it works, this is one of the essential skills needed for this class, so you will need to show us you understand it in order to pass." As the class started to move to the next area, Morgan started heading for the bathroom. Krista put a hand on her shoulder though and said "come on, the doors lock automatically so we all have to go at the same time." Morgan whispered to Krista "I just need to use the bathroom." Krista was still angry and held resentment towards Morgan, and said in a condescending way "you can hold it." and gave a forced smile. Because of their history, Morgan didn't want to admit how bad she needed to pee and embarrass herself, and made the mistake of following her outside. Krista would have felt bad about it if she actually knew Morgan was on the verge of wetting herself, but instead just thought of it as a little bit of karma. Outside, there were 3 rows of folding chairs outside, all facing towards a field where they would release the weather balloons. Krista sat up front, facing the rest of the class. Morgan, Alison and Mark were all sitting next to each other in the back, With Morgan sort of in the middle of the aisle. Jessica started going over how to set up and release the weather balloons. As she was talking, Krista noticed that Morgan was sitting with her legs held extremely tight together, and furiously tapping her foot. Morgan was in a lot of pain now, she never had to pee so bad in her entire life. After that latte, a lot of water and close to 4 hours without a bathroom, she was on the vege of an accident. "Why the hell would they lock the door back to the building" Morgan thought to herself. The only way she could get back inside was to make a big scene, and ask Jessica to stop her lecture and unlock the door. As the lectured rambled on about Morgan felt an immense wave of pressure push forward against her pee hole. With her thighs pushed together tight, she felt her bladder relax. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she felt the warm pee trickle out of her. Morgan peed for about 5 seconds before she could regain control. But even after she stopped peeing, she could feel her Levis getting damp and heavy in her butt and warm pee started to travel down the back of her thighs. She instinctively uncrossed her legs and opened her thighs and looked down and whimpered slightly as she saw a hand sized pee statin on her crotch, but she could feel that it was even wetter on her butt. Her friend Alison looked over and her jaw dropped "oh my god Morgan!" She whispered loudly. Morgan felt her face turn white and she snapped her neck to Alison and quietly mumbled "shut up." Mark turned towards the two of them and whispered "what is going on?" Alison motioned her eyes down to Morgan crotch. Mark's eyes went wide too as he now saw the pee stain on her levis. Morgan just whispered again "just shut up guys.. shut up." Alison whispered to Morgan "did you seriously just piss your pants?" The professor Sam noticed the commotion and called out to them loudly "hey guys, try to keep quiet. Thanks." Alison said "sorry" , and As the class looked back at them, Morgan slammed her thighs shut and crossed her legs, trying to hide her pee stain from the group." As Krista looked back she couldn't believe what she thought she saw. She couldn't get a good view of her crotch with Morgan's legs crossed, but it looked like her jeans were in the butt and back of her thigh. "she couldn't have wet herself, could she?" Krista thought to herself. Despite how Morgan treated her after her accidents, she knew how humiliating it was to pee yourself in public, and started to feel bad for Morgan. Morgan couldn't see how bad the damage was while she was sitting, but could feel her entire butt and back of her thighs were wet. She knew that if she stood up, the whole class would see she started to have a little accident. With her heart beating fast, she thought her best course of action would be to try to hold the rest in, stay in back, and hope that it dries before anyone notices. But she was truly in distress knowing how much of a challenge that would be. Jessica finished up explaining the weather balloons, and Morgan hadn't listened to a word of it, focusing only on her screaming bladder. She called out "ok, who wants to go first and show me they can set up and send one of these balloons off. How about you in the back in the pink t-shirt? Morgan winced "FUCK!" she thought to herself, "what am I going to do now." As Jessica motioned for her to come up. Morgan was just red faced in the back, sitting with her legs crossed, she squeaked out "umm, can I use the bathroom first?" Jessica didn't grasp that Morgan was literally in the middle of an accident, and nonchalantly said "you can go in a minute, this won't take long." Morgan just sat in her chair and said in a shaky voice "please, I really need to powder my nose." As soon as those words left her mouth, Morgan couldn't' hold it anymore. She felt a torrent of hot pee force it's way out of her. With her legs crossed while sitting, the pee soaked her jeans, spreading on her crotch and upper thighs, and then flowing down towards her butt. It instantly started to pool on her seat, being absorbed into the fabric of her folding chair, and trickling down to the pavement. Jessica didn't realize Morgan was peeing her pants right then and there, but also didn't want to be mean to a student and told her "alright, I'll come and unlock the door, hold on a second." As Jessica started looking for keys and walking back to the door, Alison, Mark and Krista all started to notice that Morgan was peeing full force into her tight jeans. Krista could not take her eyes off the pretty blonde, as she saw the piss stain travel all across her lap while sitting, and pee running off the edge of her seat. Mark and Alison both inched away and starred down at her. They didn't say anything, not wanting to call attention to the fact that their friend was wetting herself. Morgan had tears start to form in her eyes as she continued peeing, for what was in reality 60 seconds, but felt like an eternity. She could feel her butt was soaking wet, and it now spread down to her knees on the back of her thighs, and had a dinner plate sized stain on the front of her crotch. She was still sitting cross legged, hoping the position would block the view of her accident from the rest of the class. Jessica walk past Morgan and started to unlock the door "well, are you coming?" Jessica asked somewhat annoyed. With all eyes on her, Morgan didn't want to stand up. But she had no idea what to do in the situation. As she stood, the class all gasped and giggled. Alison whispered loudly "oh my god Morgan, look at your butt." The blood rushed from Morgan's face as she realized how bad it was. Her light colored jeans were completely soaked. Her sitting with her legs crossed made for a somewhat odd wetting pattern. Her crotch was started at her pee-hole, but traveled up and to the left, but wasn't wet on her legs in the front. Her perky butt was wet in a huge circular pattern, then between her legs and the back of her thighs soaked about halfway to her knees. Krista looked at Morgan sympathetically, knowing how she felt. Morgan just stood in shock with tears forming in her eyes as the entire class stared at her. Some of them were laughing, some gawking, her crush Sam just looked out in the distance pretending not to notice, her good friend Alison was openly giggling at her. Jessica felt terrible for the college girl "oh sweetie, I am so sorry, I didn't realize. Come on let's get you cleaned up. Morgan just silently followed Jessica, who led her into the bathroom. Morgan sat on the toilet, dabbing at her jeans with a paper towel, but it was useless. After a few minutes she heard a knock at the door. She shouted out "someone's in here!" She heard the voice of Krista "hey, it's me Krista, can I come in." That was last person Morgan expected, but she pulled up her jeans and cracked open the door to see Krista. Krista looked at her sympathetically "can I come in?" Krista asked softly. Morgan let her in and closed the door behind them "what do you want?" She said in an upset voice. Krista tried to be sympathetic "I know, we haven't been the best of friends, but I know how you feel, trust me." Morgan accepted her help "what do I do now" and gestured towards her wet jeans, "do you think this will dry before we head back?" Krista said softly "I hate to say it but I don't think they will." Morgan said "what the hell do I do then." Krista held up a sweatshirt from the National Weather Service and said "I'm sorry, I looked and there aren't really any other pants around here, but I got this sweatshirt you can tie around your waist for the drive back?" Morgan snatched it out of Krista's hand and said "well, it's better than nothing." Krista looked off to the side "can I tell you a little secret?" Morgan listened intently before Krista continued "I sort of wet my panties earlier and had to throw them out." Morgan smiled slightly "really" Krista continued "yeah, I had to throw my panties out in the trash" Morgan looked sheepishly at Krista "thanks for being so nice to me, especially after I was so awful to you." Krista smiled at Morgan "yeah, you were, but people grow, and I've been in your shoes before." Morgan and Krista hugged for a second and Morgan asked "so what does peeing your pants in front of a class do you your social life?" Krista just smiled "not as bad as you might expect, plus when you're hot as we are guys couldn't give 2 shits." Morgan and Krista both had a slight laugh, before walking out of the bathroom together.
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  24. Old thread but I thought I'd contribute: this is one of my favorites, I just don't know who made it. Pretty sure it was from the Tumblr days but if anyone knows the source I would greatly appreciate it! soaking her training pants.mp4
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  26. Wish this was me before my husband, pleasing him as I please him. The thought and self visual is oddly hot.
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  27. I like it most when the person in the video clearly has fun deliberately wetting whatever they are wearing at the moment. So growing wet patch accompanied by a big naughty smile, moans of pleasure and excitedly blushed cheeks are my favorites😍.
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  28. I was intrigued by this. In the early days of railways the coaches did not have corridors but compartments and no onboard toilets. Victorian women in their huge elaborate dresses were known to always carry a hat box. I saw in a documentary once that this did not contain a hat but a chamber pot! I always wondered at the practicality if a woman in a busy train compartment in the middle of the nineteenth century somehow managing to discretely use it! Particularly if there were men in the carriage! I’m sure Victorian ladies had very strong bladders or very wet or even brown underwear under those elaborate dresses!
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  29. They did absorb at first, but a few minutes later i wet a lot more and they leaked quite a bit >_<
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  30. Week 3 Totals are in! Username Week 1 Week 2 Week 3 Week 4 Week 5 Week 6 Total aaron 200 0 200 espeso 200 0 100 300 gad6hms 200 0 200 HereToStay 200 1000 100 1300 Ian Newton 200 0 200 marine62 200 0 100 300 milno 200 1000 100 1300 mugfulloftea 200 0 200 Obsolete_cloud 200 0 200 ohnoipee 200 0 200 Saint_Spike 200 0 100 300 Teebone801 200 1000 100 1300 Tellnoone 200 1000 100 1300 Urgently 200 0 200 WellofSouls 200 0 200 Wetskipants 200 0 100 300 SoggyShorts 0 1000 100 1100 SmallBladder12 0 1000 1000 NanoMunchies99 0 1000 1000 MyDogPig 0 0 100 100 Shypurincess 0 0 100 100 Le123am 0 0 100 100 Iimo Obsessor 0 0 100 100 Thank you to everyone who is participating, some of you have had some pretty fun wetting experiences to share🙃 I've been busy starting a garden this week so I haven't been drawing anything new... but maybe with a garden for the first time I'll have some fun new omo experiences 🤔 Week 4 Card:
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  31. It was such an exciting situation. It was arousing for all to know that each of them had a very full bladder, full from the night and that each of them was needing to pee. After the breakfast said one of the boys, it was the driver, that he would go to the toilet before they are leaving. Sue and the other boy said that he should hold it. “I did not piss since 11 hours, it would be very urgently.” he said. ”We all have not peed since yesterday evening, but that is not a reason to go.” answered Sue. ”You are a girl, girls are accustomed to hold it, it is usual for girls don’t wee for long periods of time, if they don’t get a natural opportunity.” answered the boy and did not go to the toilet. They went to a super market to buy something to eat and to drink for their picnic, then they went in direction country. The driver squeezed steady his dick. “I need to piss so bad, i think i have to stop somewhere.” he said. ”You will not stop, you will not piss, you will hold it!” Said the other two. Sue did wear a short skirt and the boys short shorts, their legs were bare. It was visible how the driver boy tensed his thigh muscles very hard to keep his shorts dry. ”I piss myself if we are not here very soon.” He said and moaned and groaned. Half an hour later they stopped at the edge of a forest. The driver jumped out and pissed like crazy. ”Such a weak fellow.” said Sue. “ What do you mean with weak, i need to piss since i waked up at 7.30 am and now it is 1 pm, i was holding it back since nearly 6 hours, you can’t call that weak.” He said a little bit angry. “ And what is about me and what is about your friend? We are needing to pee as well since we waked up in the morning, but we are still holding it! Said Sue. ”You are a girl and he is a “maso type, he likes to torture himself and especially his bladder “. He answered. ”You mean your friend is painhorny, and girls don’t have to pee at all?” asked Sue. ” Sure that girls are needing to wee as well, but sometimes they should not be allowed to do it, they should get forced to hold it because they are girls and girls should always be able to hold until they get a chance, no matter how bad they already are needing to go!” Said the annoyed boy. They went to a forest glade and spread out a large blanket, stripped their clothes except their undies and lay down. Sue were laying between the boys on her back, her belly was visible swollen. The contours of the boys bladder was also visible. “I am needing to piss really bad!” he said and asked Sue how she was feeling. She said that she would need to go very urgently as well, but that she would have a good day today and she will be able to hold it for some hours longer. ”We should eat and drink something.” Said the empty boy. The other two did know very well that he wanted to make them drink, because he wanted to make them desperate, but they did take the challenge, they ate and drank. One hour later the bellies of the 2 were visible more swollen and more bulging out. ”You two are really unbelievable great! Let me feel which bladder is harder.” Said the empty boy and pressed first his friends and then Sue’s bladder. They moaned and groaned both from their painful urge. ”I am nearly at my limit. I can’t last much longer. I necessarily have to piss before we leave.” Said the boy. ”Me too!!” Said Sue. ”Oh no, you will not piss before we leave, you are a girl, you have to hold it, squeeze your slit together and cross your legs !” Said the empty boy and made a offer to stay for one more hour and then to go back to the city to his house, his parents would not be at home for this weekend.
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  32. See for me it's more about the release than the holding. I like the visual and the sound of the stream/wet spot Everyone is different so it's just fun to see the different ways we are all into the same thing
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  33. When I was young and lived with my parents I often peed myself right before showering. I took shower with my clothes and was wringing clothes in my hand. I hung my clothes in my room behind my bed- there was a place between bed and wall. During night and in heating season I put clothes near heating. But I started to ask if I could do laundry for family and mom was satisfated how handy was her son. She never knew why I wanted to wash and iron 🙂
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  34. I didn’t wet the bed this time, but did not make it to the bathroom!!!! I actually barely made it out of bed before totally losing control. Washing machine is still broken and need to go buy new underwear:)
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  35. Nice find! Have some old ones of her, including these from a while ago My Journey Into ABDL.mp4 Hold Challenge and Wetting.mp4
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  36. Thanks. Better late than never, right? 😉 Wet swimmers for me are the base-level wetting pleasure but still an absolute treat. Love it. Would love to see what you have to share.
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  37. Go for it! I'm curious to hear what you'll come up with 👀 EDIT: Whoops, I wrote this prematurely, sorry! I'll give what you made a read, looks fun 😮
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  38. My personal preference is Crinklz. I find they hold quite a bit and don't leak easily with high leak guards around the legs. I like megamax as well but I found that for me the Crinklz are a slightly better fit and more comfortable. Your mileage may vary. I also personally love the way the Crinklz swell up. However, depending on what you're looking for, for example discreet wearing in public, this may not be ideal.
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  39. These are great videos, thanks for posting! 👍
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  40. Moans, talking, but not a fake ones where model is simply acting, it's important that it comes out genuinely. Other than that - I like extreme desperation when a model is really trying to hold it for everything, to the point of shaking and sweating.
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  41. Wet sweatpants

    my sweatpants are clearly wet today 😇
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  42. Hey there! You can find a list of all your purchased material here: https://www.omorashi.org/clients/purchases/ It is a bit hard to find the link for this though, I'll add it directly into the user menu in an upcoming update so it's easier to find.
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  43. Sharing request?

    here's one from hdiapers! it looks like they have at least two with this premise. sharing-depends.mp4
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  44. They were still waiting for the bill as Sue said “ I do it in my panties if the waitresses don’t come very soon, i need to piss so horrendous urgently, but you bad boys like that, you can’t even imagine how bad i need to go and how much it hurts me .” ” Sorry but exactly that is it what we like, we love it to know that you have not been at the loo all day and we love it to imagine how bad you are needing to wee and full and how big your bladder already must be after holding it for so long and after drinking so much.” Said one boy. After the boys paid they went back to their car. Sue was no more able to walk upright, she was bending slightly forward and was walking with small steps and her knees rubbing hard together. In the car she crossed her legs, caressed her swollen belly, massaged her bulging bladder and said “ i don’t know why it is especially bad today, i never use the toilet at school, i did not go once over all that years. Sometimes i don’t even go when i arrive at home after holding it all day, sometimes i wait until the dinner or longer, because i love the feeling of my full bladder, but today it is nearly unbearable. I think that was that extra large coffee!?” ” That is so great and so hot, that you hold your full bladder on purpose after school at home! Nothing is more arousing for us two, than a girl who needs to wee but don’t go, or can’t go. You are absolutely our bladder queen and our holding heroine. Can we meet at Saturday morning, can you come with your bladder full from the night? No morning wee for you? Could we spend the day together? No loo for you, no public toilet!! Can you show us how long a girl can endure not to wee!!!!? You don’t need to drink coffee, you just have to hold your wee for us as long as absolutely possible!!! Would you do that for us?” Asked on of the boys, horny as hell from that situation and from that talk.
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  45. I just posted this elsewhere and thought it was actually worth its own topic as well: I went on a hiking trip with 2 girlfriends a few years ago. We were already 3 hours on the road an have drunk 3 beers and somte water, as one of the girls said that she has to pee a bit. Because I knew her pretty well and knew that she went to pee very often when we were together, I teased her a bit because she had to pee again first. She said that she just plan ahead and women could hould it much longer than men anyway, because they train it more often. We then really argued a bit and even if no one has said it was then a kind of competition, who would hold out longer without going to the toilet. I really thought at the beginning that she would have no chance at all against me, but it was incredible how long this girl could hold out. I usually don't have to go to the bathroom often and go much less frequently than she does, but when we went to the car after another 2 hours and another 2 beers, I realized that it was getting really urgent. But she did not let me notice anything. We drove 1 1/2 hours to her home and I had to go to the bathroom so urgently that I almost could not stand it. And although I was incredibly embarrassed, I gave up 20 minutes before we got there and asked her if she could stop for a minute so I could pee. But she just laughed at me and said that she was right and men have to park at the roadside even when driving because they have to pee. She has then actually not stopped and when were finally articed at her house something happened that I have never thought its possible until then. I got out and noticed in front of the door that I just can't take it anymore and the first drops ran down in my pants. First very slowly, but it became more and more and I just could not stop it. I COMPLETELY pissed myself in front of her door. Even my shoes were totally wet. I was about 19 years at the time and it was the first time I had ever had an accident and I couldn't think of anything more embarrassing. The girl hadn't peed in almost 7 hours at that point and didn't even look close to needing to go to the bathroom. Even when we were at her place she didn't even go after I showered and changed. I had to borrow a pair of sweatpants from her 🙈 So yeah, I never experienced anything like that again and till today I think about it. The girl, by the way, later became my girlfriend, even though she always teased me for the accident and also proudly told others that she just had a stronger bladder than I 😏 Needless to say that this first experience got me into omo…
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  46. Pee Peeing Piss Pissing Upskirt Wet Porn Gif by froilein Red.mp4
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