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  1. 24 points
    Lazy Saturday morning...wiggling and holding myself in bed .....started leaking...could not stop till I was empty and laying in a naughty warm puddle......
  2. 24 points
    Some videos from MFG. MyGirlFund. :) Hope you all enjoy this. /SweWet playMp4video_397516-5282014-023430-rB6B7C5B8-3803-8D98-C817-.mp4 playMp4video_425856-7132014-145514-B2009B4C-36D2-A63D-2A12-7.mp4 playMp4video_441848-7212014-190103-F669C12F-A760-6DA3-8E14-6.mp4 VMGF_2014_15a.mp4 VMGF_2014_15b.mp4 VMGF_2014_15c.mp4 VMGF_2014_15d.mp4 VMGF_2014_16.mp4 VMGF_2014_29.mp4 VMGF_2014_41.mov
  3. 22 points
    i tried peeing in the sink, i have a small bathroom and the sink isnt really big enough for me to be on but i tried sink.mp4
  4. 21 points
    hi yesterday i decided i want wet myself so i drank a lot of water and coffee and held it for a bit i decided to wet my legging that i use like pyjama pant... i start to wet them outside on my balcony and then i finish in the bathroom... its was kinda nice because i was wet and nothing showed of but we can clearly see that is wet on the other side of them then i just keep my wet panties and i put on jegging and i drink again water and held it a bit before wet them too
  5. 20 points
    Today's a lazy day for me... I've been in bed watching movies all day but I needed to go to the bathroom so this is the only thing I got up for. Time to change and take a nap
  6. 20 points
    So I was drinking about two liters of Diet Coke when my urge to pee struck me like a lightning bolt. I ran up stairs, having to stop and dance along the way to prevent myself from losing it. I immediately started potty-dancing, unable to resist the extreme urge. I was wearing a red hoodie along with loose grey sweatpants as I desperately danced on the bathroom floor. Every time I went to take a picture, I would leak, and the urine slowly but not visibly would run down my pantsleg. Not even that far into holding, I peed for about 20 seconds, and it made a huge spot on the front of my sweatpants. I could have gotten away with saying it was a sweat spot, but my bladder wasn't done. I bent down for a second, releasing my leg from being squeezed against each other, to pick up my phone, when my bladder lets out pee flowing through my sweatpants like a rushing waterfall. I was so embarrassed, unable to hide the stain on my hoodie and my now drenched sweatpants. This is my biggest wetting so far, but luckily my sweatpants absorbed all of my pee so that I wouldn't leave a puddle. I thank you all for reading my experience, it was quite fun! I love suggestions, so if you want to recommend a wetting for me, do so in the comments! I love you all! ?
  7. 20 points
    Hello guys and gals of Omo.org! I'm a newcomer to this site and am absolutely dumbstruck by the amount of people that have this bizarre fetish similar to my own. Now, again, I am relatively new, so if my writing is atrocious, please don't judge too harshly. Now onto my first ever told wetting experience on here! Yay! So last Friday, I was sitting home alone in my room while my parents were out partying with friends of theirs. I'm just being my typical lurker self, reading many different stories people share about their experiences whilst sitting in my super comfortable black and red pajama pants that are littered with Stewies, impairing me to obey him, when my phone suddenly shuts off in It's infamous shit-tacular way, making me mutter profanity under my breath. So after a few minutes of waiting for my phone to charge, I start to get thirsty. So, me being the sneaky princess that I am, I walk out of my room, into my garage and fetch a can of Pepsi, cracking it open and sucking it down like a Hoover. After downing the whole can of carbonated heaven, I go and recycle it and return to the safety of my room. So I just lay there, like a Snorlax with absolutely nothing to do with her time, until I remember I have a test for my piano class on Monday, so I sit my lazy ass up and scoot over to my keyboard, switch it on, and begin practicing the painfully dainty melody. In the middle of the song, I felt an annoying ping in my bladder, saying, "hey, Riley, ditch the ridiculous piano wannabe thing and get to a toilet," and I of course tell it to go f-word itself. After a half hour of playing the same melody over and over again, my bladder signals to me that It's even fuller and I should really get off of my "wannabe piano thingy" and go and pee in the bathroom. I ignore it again and just cross my legs, resuming the melody on my keyboard, played on the Harpsichord setting. :3 So after some more time goes by, my bladder bugs me YET AGAIN with an even WORSE threat. Finally I get sick and tired of Its shit and start to contemplate going to the bathroom. But where's the fun in that? After reading all the Omo stories on my useless phone, It got me in the mood to try it out for myself. So as I play keyboard, I slowly uncross my legs, relax my muscles, and let it floooooow. I sighed loudly with relief as I felt the warm, wet substance flood my pale white panties and my Stewie PJ pants as it spreads around my crotch and around my butt in a puddle on my sheets, going down my thighs and dripping off my bed, splattering on my floor, giving my feet a golden shower. After about 30 seconds of sweet relief, I stop playing, look down at my lap, my sheets, and the floor and see them stained with my pee. That's when I realize, "oh shit.... When mom and dad come home and see this,I'm dead!" So I stripped my sheets off of my mattress and took them to the laundry, grabbed a towel from my linen closet, wiped up my pee, and changed into another pair of PJ's and panties. After that was all done, I smiled at the successful wetting I had done and laid back on my bed victorious. When my parents came home, I immediately fell asleep. I heard nothing pee related the next day, so that just made me believe that my wet fun was not discovered. And after breakfast, I just enjoyed the rest of my Saturday. Aaaaand that's all folks! I really hope you enjoyed my first entry. And if you didn't, oh well. Have a good night and if you guys liked this one. There will be more to come! Love you all already! ^w^
  8. 20 points
    File Name: Held so long... File Submitter: looloogirl File Submitted: 05 Apr 2016 File Category: Pants Wetting I'm a little nervous posting this.. it's my first video. Even though you can't really tell, there was pretty much a constant stream of pee from when I start to wet and the very end of the video! I had to go so bad I even leaked a bit setting up my phone correctly! I hope y'all enjoy Click here to download this file
  9. 19 points
    Another lazy morning different clothes....same outcome... this feels a bit repetitive, but mmmmmm I could do this every weekend without getting bored of it!
  10. 19 points
    I rub my thighs together and feel the friction of nylon on nylon. If we were in my bedroom you could hear the rasp of that motion, but not here. Here the air is loud with industry. Girls picking up receivers and asking "what's your number?", switches switched and plugs plugged, the distant clatter of Telex machines and the constant jangling, tingling, ringing of phones. Cacophonous. I love that word. Ca-co-phon-ous. It's like tripping down the stairs. I need the loo. Which isn't a surprise. I drank two cups of tea with sugar at my afternoon break and didn't relieve myself even though I already needed to go rather badly. I didn't forget. Though I'll certainly tell people that I did. Everyone except you. You get the truth. Maybe you might even understand. Maybe. I hope you do. There is still almost an hour left in my shift and I don't think I can wait that long. I hope I can't. I've long wanted to have an accident, for as long as I can remember. To Wet. My. Pants. Even the words sound... subversive. Kinky. Naughty. I feel it in my bones. That desire, that need, that hunger. I'm sure that sounds ridiculous to you. Of course it does. It sounds ridiculous to me. Yet still it calls me. So why haven't I? I'm twenty years old, it's not like I haven't had the opportunity. It's not like I haven't tried. But it's just never worked out for me. Maybe I have a strong bladder. Maybe I've just been unlucky. But whenever I'm absolutely desperate for a wee a toilet just seems to miraculously appear. Every time. And you can't wet your pants unless you couldn't help it. It's "the rules". Except this time. This time it's going to happen. To me. I'm tingling with anticipation. I'm going to have an accident. I'm going to Wet. My. Pants. Are you turned on? I really hope so, because I'm making an absolutely tit of myself if this doesn't do anything for you. The supervisors are not unreasonable for the most part. If one of us needs the loo we just raise one of our hands and wait for permission to leave our station. But sometimes if you ask at the wrong time they say no. And if you really need to go that can be crucial. Last week Irene wet the the floor ten minutes before shift change. None of the girls dared make fun of her, they all knew if could just as easily have been them. Today it will be me. Mrs Ramage is the switchboard supervisor today. She's not well suited to the position. She gets stressed easily, and when she gets stressed she gets mean. None of the other supervisors deny bathroom visits nearly as often Mrs Ramage. I've counted. I chose my day with care and precision. "What's your number? Hold please. Connecting you now." I have a script. I can recite it without thought. Pick up the phone. Plug the ringing cord into the correct jack. It's a vaguely sexual procedure isn't it? Is that just me as well? If I intended to make it to a toilet I would raise my hand now. But I don't, so I don't. I'll wait till the last minute. There isn't room to cross my legs beneath my switchboard. Heaven help me if I were a chunkier girl. But this is good. Leg crossing helps me hold on, and I wouldn't be able to justify not doing it if I possibly could. So instead I just sit at my board and do my job. God, I need a wee so badly. Do you mind me talking about this? You should probably stop reading if you do. I can talk to myself. It's OK. The switchboard two machines down from me is malfunctioning. They do that often enough. Mrs Ramage is yelling at Alva for doing something wrong and breaking it. Maybe she did, but probably it just broke on its own. They do that. I raise my hand, now is the perfect time to ask permission to take a break. Obviously she tells me no. I couldn't be happier. When I wet my clothes no one will blame me, it'll be nothing but sympathetic pats on the arm. And it'll be real. Almost real. Realesque. Close enough for horseshoes. I'm biting my lip as I work. The pain is distracting from my other pain. I feel it where the waistband of my skirt presses against my bladder. Light grey. I want it to show. I feel the pressure between my legs. A constant surging, throbbing pain. I want to feel you between my legs. I want to score my fingernails down your back. I want to bite your neck. I want you inside me. Irene's skirt was black the day she wet herself. You couldn't even tell if you hadn't seen the puddle beneath her chair. She looks over at me now and catches my eye. She mouths words of encouragement. I wonder if she really, really wants me to hold out or not. If I were to have an accident as well it would justify her failure. I shouldn't ascribe bad faith to her. She'll want me to avoid the embarrassment she felt. The hot, wet, dripping embarrassment. I'm jealous for a moment. I want to be her. I want the memory of hot wee running, pouring, gushing, out of me and into my clothes. I want the memory of people looking at me in shock and sympathy. I want to know the feeling of my soaking skirt slapping against my thighs as I walk to the loo in tears to freshen up. As always I'm tempted to simply let go, to let it happen. But then it wouldn't be an accident would it? And it has to be. It just does. The rules. Rules matter. So instead I just concentrate on my work. "What's your number? Hold please. Connecting you now." Time gets away from me. And then it happens. The end of my shift. I connect my last call of the day and hobble out of the exchange room. I wish I could tell you that the loo was further away, in a different building, across the yard maybe. That I wet myself halfway there. I broke-down into a sudden puddle amidst the scorching asphalt. I wish I could say that the other girls had taken all of the available stalls, leaving me waiting politely in a queue. Looking with longing at a toilet door until I burst and soaked myself all over the lavatory floor just meters and moments from the toilet. But it isn't, and I can't. It's the first door on the right. I think the others are making sure a stall is available for me. I could just let go on purpose. But the rules. I can't do that. I'm so sorry. I wee in the toilet like a good girl. Like always. Are you disappointed? I am as well. But there is always a next time. Next time it'll happen for sure.