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  1. 16 points
    My first two stories were from when I was younger, so I thought I'd share a more recent experience from September last year when I moved to university. I was so nervous. It was my first time, sort of ever, away from home and my parents. I was excited during the build up to moving away but once I got there suddenly, despite being in halls with other people, I felt so alone. Things are cool now as I've met people and made friends on my course but the first couple of weeks were so difficult as it was hard for me to branch out and talk to people. My halls are laid out in corridors with a kitchen in the middle of each. Ether side of the kitchen there's about 5 rooms each but some differ and a two communal bathrooms, both on the same side of the kitchen, so some people have to go through the kitchen to use them. However, some rooms have en-suites; like mine. Yay. We have single rooms and all our doors lock so there's complete privacy. We all pay separate amounts for our rooms based on sizes and en-suites. Anyway, my first night there seemed so long. There were chatters as people on my corridor walked past. There were thuds of footsteps. Doors slamming far away. Random episodes of laughter. Sudden faster and louder thuds of someone running down the corridor. Even smaller sounds such as the squeak of pipes behind the walls, creaky floorboards, or even the radiator rumbling on the other side of the room. Everything was so new and daunting. I was not comfortable for the first night and this carried on for at least the first week. I knew very quickly I needed to make this room my own and to make myself feel more comfortable. Almost straight away I had ideas in mind, knowing I could lock my door and be completely isolated. Of course more wetting was possible and now much more easier as i wouldn't have to hide from anyone like when at home. But I also knew I couldn't do it straight away. I needed to get used to the room, the routine of people in my corridor, and was I actually 100% secure behind that locked door? I prepared myself though. I missed home more than I can explain, and still do, and felt too guilty every time I thought about wetting clothes from home; even though I had wet some of them before. Soooo I went out and bought myself some new clothes. All cheapish stuff of course. I got a few pairs of leggings, shorts, jogging bottoms, jeans and the such. Hooray for student loans. I spent no more than £30-£40 though so not too much of a dent. Also at the time all I wanted was to feel more comfortable in my room so it all seemed justifiable. I still use them too so whatever. Now the most daring purchase? I wanted to get myself a waterproof mattress protector. At home I never had the proper opportunity to fully wet my bed. I'd wet slightly but never fully. There's no way I'd ever be able to explain that to my parents. But now I had the opportunity. I also couldn't deal with the concept of ruining the uni's mattress and having it changed or the staff find out what I'd done, purposefully or accidentally. I went to the nearest biggest superstore and found the mattress protectors. My heart was thumping like mad. I kept pacing up and down the same aisle pretending I as browsing. I'd already found what I wanted but couldn't bring myself to pick them up. I kept bringing my phone out to pretend I was in conversation. I remember snapping one up and hiding it in my basket under some food. There was probably no one watching me but I felt so vulnerable at that moment. Self checkouts are a godsend. Back in my room, after a few days of on and off shopping sprees to cater for my wetting desires, I laid out everything I had on my bed. I remember at this moment feeling the most excited I had been since before arriving. First thing I did was put the mattress protector on and a new sheet I'd got myself. Again, I felt way too guilty wetting on the stuff my parents had provided. The next couple of days were free reign. The course still didn't start for a few weeks and I still didn't really know anyone. I knew I was almost cool to keep myself locked away for a while and have no one notice or even care. To make my case even better, I'd managed to convince my parents to get me a mini fridge for my room, so that was full with cans of drink. My first wetting at uni was going to take place that evening. I put on a new pair of underwear. I'm not the biggest fan on wetting these skimpy things with little to no material. I like to feel the wetness. I like the material to cling to me. I had bought a few packs of cheap full bikini style underwear, each with a cute pattern or nice contrasting colours. My first pair to wear was a striped pair of underwear. They were a very dark, navy blue and white with a cute bow at the front on the elastic. I wanted to see how a wet patch would contrast with the white and the blue and how much would it show up, or not. I then put on a pair of jogging bottoms I bought. They were a light grey pair and actually quite comfy; nice and fleecy on the inside. They also weren't too baggy and were a nice snug fit. I wanted to throw on some more layers but thought I wouldn't normally put on too many layers and didn't want to produce too much washing in one go. I wanted to wet as naturally as possible and not have to force it or think too much about it. I decided, since it was protected, to spend the rest of the day lying in bed watching stuff on my laptop. For a while I forgot I had my mattress protected and was wearing clothes to wet in. I was watching Brooklyn Nine Nine on Netflix and enjoying the time to myself. I went through a few bottles of squash I had made up and a few cans of coke. It was around 6-7pm when I started to feel a bit desperate. I was squirming under the covers and pressing my legs together. Again, I'd forgotten what situation I had put myself in as I had been laying there for a few hours. As I normally would, I relaxed and let some spurt into my underwear then I started holding again. I would do this even at home. I immediately put a hand down there to rub over the wet patch and felt the new fleece lining as I went. At the same time I felt the fleece and reached the wet patch I remembered these clothes were new. It all came back to me. I could just let go. Suddenly I wasn't paying attention to the show anymore and I sort of zoned out as I kept rubbing my finger over the wet patch. I let some more go. I felt the warm pee run around my fingers on the wet patch and the dampness grow. I stopped it again. I started feeling nervous that someone would find me like this. I jumped up and checked my door. It as still locked. My blinds were closed. I scrambled to the bed and felt the area the mattress cover protected. I had already prepared myself. I was working myself up. I got comfortable under the cover again and pushed down on my bladder a bit. I felt even more desperate very quickly. This was a new situation I found myself in as I'd not wet a bed before. It felt all sorts of wrong and weird and taboo. I covered myself up again and tried to pay attention to my laptop. It didn't feel right. I was fumbling around. I put my laptop on the floor and stood up on the floor. I inspected the jogging bottoms and there was no wet mark. I hadn't let much go at all. I turned the light off and used my phone light to get back to my bed. I got under the covers again and pretended to go to sleep. I tried to hold it for as long as possible. I laid on my left hand side and curled up in to a semi-fetal position. My left leg was curled up and my right was extended down the bed a bit. I kept my eyes closed and continued holding. I kept tensing. Clench. Relax. Clench. Relax. I relaxed completely and let some more flow out. I counted down from three... two... one. Whatever left me was free reign and some did. I put my hand between my legs and felt the thick jogging bottoms dampen around my crotch and down my left thigh somewhat. I pulled the cover over me some more and took a deep breath. I clenched a few more times then relaxed for good. At first I halted the stream as it came to release a few times. Then let nature do its thing. It felt to good. The stream got a bit more intense as I felt the wet patch flow down my leg, down my butt, absorb in the material of my jogging bottoms, and pool then absorb into the mattress protector underneath me. In the silence of the moment I could faintly hear the flow form under the covers. I wanted to move but was frozen in the same position as the full day's worth torrent of pee flooded where I laid. Literally like a dam bursting. I clenched my thighs as the stream calmed down and felt the saturated material let loose some of the absorbed pee and it run down my legs again along with the fresh pee. I couldn't resist any longer. As the stream lessened, but continued, I shoved a hand down there and felt the outside of the underwear as they continued to get soaked. I gently touched round the area and almost instantly my wet thighs had a spasm and felt warmer, like your ears going red hot. Despite already feeling horny as fuuuuuuuck with the wetting, my touch brought me over the edge and I arched my back, pushing my ass into the wet protector, as my crotch, waist and hips all twitched in unison with each other. I felt a rush of pins and needles flow through my legs and almost disappear at my toes as the pee finished. The wave of pleasure filled my body and I felt light headed. The pee was warm but nearly my whole body was relaxed and hotter, like laying in a freshly made bath. What was a feeling of a bursting dam earlier was like a tsunami rush sensation now. Even though the pee had finished, it was something else now wetting my underwear. As I calmed down I couldn't find the energy to do anything for a while. I stayed slowly shifting my hips forwards and backwards against the damp sheet and protector. When I came to, so to speak, I finally turned the light on to inspect 'the damage'. Nearly my whole left leg was a much darker grey and some of the inner right. The navy blue sheet I had bought myself had a large wet patch on it. The mattress protector had done its job. Underneath, well, my underwear were soaked. Turns out the wet patch as evident on the white and blue stripes, as the white went a see through, grey colour. But I suppose it wouldn't be too obvious if you weren't looked for wet patches. Unfortunately, my duvet had sustained minor dampness but nothing I didn't mind. I needed a drink though. Some water. not to make myself full again, but self pleasuring is thirsty work. Just saying. I stayed in my wet clothes to get my drink. The sense of freedom in my locked room was, and still is, indescribable. Naturally I felt i should change and clean up. But I didn't need to! I was feeling ecstatic. Being able to wet and stay int he wet clothes felt so hot. I got back into bed, having changed nothing, and carried on trying to get comfortable and watch Netflix. It didn't take long for me to this time push some pee out. There was still a bit there. I was laying on my back with both my legs up, resting my laptop sort of on my belly and my legs. The pee came out and leaked down my butt. I kept myself fully hydrated that evening so not to make my room smell too much. I left the window open to air the room, but as an excuse to stay warm and comfortable in my bed. I stayed in those wet clothes that night. And slept in them. I wasn't sure where to draw the line with when to change or clean up. The next morning however, after wetting before I slept and as I woke up, I did do a full clean up and realised maybe the mattress protector couldn't prevent damage after about 3 or 4 wettings. But you live and learn. I left the jogging bottoms on the floor of my en suite to air dry and played with my wet underwear, whilst wearing them, when in the shower. It did take me a while to realise I had to wash peed in clothes properly and not just hand washed in a sink or shower if I wanted them properly clean. But I was always able to hide wet clothes with non wet ones when I used the communal washing machine in the kitchen. So that's my first wetting I did at uni back in September. Obviously I've done a lot more since then and I've done them all unnoticed so far. I hope you enjoy. Becca x
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  4. 10 points
    In December, I would submit my master's thesis. It was stressful at the end and last days I spent all the time at school. However I saw the light in the tunnel and focused on getting done. I always have had a tendency to drink a lot when I study and these days were no exceptions. Both coffee and several bottles of water went down. After a couple of hours I felt the need to pee but the situation was not acute. I managed to get into a flow and the writing ran on and I really did not want to interrupt. The hours passed and the essay began to resemble and began to squirm in the chair. I had a pair of tight jeans on me, which in a somewhat unpleasant manner had begun pushing my bladder. As the ambitious student I am (or not) I didn't want to interrupt my writing! The urge increased but I was still calm and did not feel it was urgent to go to the toilet. To reduce the pressure on my bladder I took off my shoes and placed one heel in my crouch. It helped immediately and I could again focus on the essay. After another hour I felt it was time for a break. I had drunk a bottle of water and thought I could take a break and then read through my work again. I moved my foot and almost got a shock! I was a full 9/10 when the pressure disappeared and I had to snap once to prevent an accident. I had to take a quick look to make sure nothing had happened but to my relief I could see no spots. I breathed deeply and realized that it was best to get to the toilets quickly. At first I had to put on my shoes. It was a pain to bend! The jeans pressed against my bladder and I could not prevent a few drops from escaping and moistening my panties. I got the shoes, took my computer and started the walk across the building to get to the restrooms. I wanted to run but realized that would not be a good idea. Since it was at the end of the semester there were a lot of people in the library, pissing myself here would be so embarrassing! Nor could I put a hand between my legs to ease the pressure. Half way to the toilets I felt a bit safer, this would be fine! As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I felt how a beam of kiss leaving me. I inhaled sharply and felt how my panties got warm and soaked. I dared scarcely check to see if it showed. Quickly I entered between a few bookshelves to inspect. The trousers felt wet but there was no visible spots. I took a deep breath and continued. Almost there! I saw the toilets and to my relief there was no queue. I increased the rate. I almost held the door handle when the next leak occurred. This spurt was bigger and it took a second before I could cut it off and regain control. This time, my panties were really soaked. I threw myself inside, tore my pants off and sat down on the toilet. It was a relief to finally empty my bladder! When I finished, I inspected what had happened. My panties were soaked, even up on the buttocks and there was a fairly big clear spot on my bright jeans. Even though the situation felt a bit awkward (peeking at school and having to go back to my place!) I could not help feeling quite excited. I wiped out of jeans and panties as much as I could and then went back to my place of the computer in front of the evidence of my accident. Relieved and a little horny I sat for a couple of hours and finished my essay.
  5. 9 points
    Didnt manage to get to bathroom from 7am to 4.30pm when I thought I’d just go when I got home. (I drink lots of water throughout day, plus a medium latte, 2 teas and an instant coffee) the drive required occasional squeeze, but thought I could make it. Until the walk from the car... it’s freezing cold here, with an icy wind. A sudden blast hit me, and pee started flooding my knickers. To obvious to hold with hand so did a cross leg dip til I could stop flow (pretending to text) now sat in my soaked knickers (wet spot on trousers) having a little play with my still desperate self.. deciding if I should finish in my knickers or sensibly...
  6. 8 points
    Some wonderful urgent need and relief scenes (what I prefer). An Indian girl is bursting, she's almost wetting herself, the bathroom is locked, so she pulls her panties aside and explodes near the wall. https://www.xvideos.com/video2212510/huge_lipped_goth_girl_piss_explosion_by_wall A very sexy German milf is almost wetting herself in the car, she says in German: please stop the car as soon as you can, I cannot hold it anymore, then goes out from the car and lets go a wonderful and very long pee stream with huge sighs of relief, saying: es ist gut, oh, how it feels good... https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph568e69299a239 A sexy blond girl is running for the toilet, she finds the door locked, she starts peeing in her panties, then at the last second she pulls them down and lets the river flow with huge relief. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=1048810387 The same English blonde, this time peeing out of the window 'cause she cannot wait. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph57f18dba2664c Frankiebabe, another English blonde, in various desperation/relief situations. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph570f382d92141 A German blondie is bursting for a pee, then she explodes with huge sighs of pleasure, as if she were having an orgasm: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph55c5cfef004f2 And finally the wonderful, charming Lucy Zara, British glamour model, who also appeared on the cover of Playboy, here almost wetting herself and pissing outdoor a long stream, with heavenly relief. https://www.xvideos.com/video7312528/lucy_zara_blonde_outdoor_peeing_relief Happy masturbation to all of you.
  7. 8 points
    Scat refers to general sexually-driven defecation. Going on each other, using it in other ways, tasting... I won’t go too much into it, lmao. Messing is specifically going while clothed. In weeing terms, scat is the poo equivalent to watersports, messing is the poo equivalent to wetting.
  8. 8 points
    Well probably not my first. I'm certain I peed in my swimsuit when I was a child. Who didn't. Right? But here's the story of the first time I peed in my swimsuit after I realised I liked all this; so on purpose. I should say now, I don't really do swimming. Or any sports for that matter. Unless I have to/had to in school. So, about a year after my last story took place, making me somewhere between late 13 - early 15 (in that gap somewhere) and in year 9, my friends thought it would be a good idea to start making an effort and 'start to look fitter'. Yay... Turns out swimming was the choice we, most of us, agreed on. I remember being apprehensive as the last time I went swimming was on a holiday with my parents before I started secondary school, so about 2 years before this event. I wasn't even a teenager then. I was a kid. I had to go and buy a new swimsuit for this shit. But I agreed. We had planned to go at the end of the same week we had the discussion. It was sometime around midday on the Saturday. I had the rest of the week to go and buy myself a new swimsuit. So one afternoon after school I went into town instead of going home. I texted my mum to let her know, and asked if she'd pick me up once I'm done. I knew I'd be a while as I hadn't bought swimwear in years. What colour did I want? Or look good in? Pfft probably none I remember thinking. One piece or bikini? Definitely one piece. 100% not comfortable with my body for the bikini. But I suppose that was the point we were doing this. I specifically remember not enjoying the whole experience. Firstly getting fitter, secondly admitting I needed to get fitter. I ended up getting myself a black Speedo one piece with pink lines/patches going down the sides with pink bits on the shoulder straps. I thought it was quite cute, and you can't go wrong with black. I still have it now hidden away, purely for... peeing purposes. Shh. Now if you've read my first story and after I realised peeing and wetting myself was a new and strange but exciting thing to do, and sometimes when going home from school I'd purposefully hold and relax go just to feel the damp spot. No one was to ever know but myself. Well, it had been some time since school finished and I'd spent quite a while in town. Being in such a public place automatically prevented me from trying such peeing.. anything, so whilst waiting for my Mum to come and get me I made my way to the closest toilets, which were in McDonalds. Lovely, I know. I remember doing nothing out the ordinary. Also I should say when using public toilets, which are disgusting and horrible and pubey, I always put down toilet paper on the seat as hovering's no fun. So I did that. And you know, peeing on the toilet time is also thinking time. I rummaged through my bag and had another look at the swimsuit. Whether it was the act of peeing at the time, or the semi-dormant pee fetish inside of me, I started thinking what it would be like wet. Obviously swimsuits are designed to get wet, but to pee in it. What would it feel like? Like, it was black and as with tights and leggings it can be difficult to spot wet patches on them if you're not looking for it. See I was learning from my experiences - this is all for science. I was already peeing and changing into it now would be totally impractical as how do your explain to your Mum, or anyone for that matter, that you've just bought a swimsuit and put it on straight away without going swimming? What i did do however, is instead of using toilet paper to wipe, I used the crotch of the swimswuit. The material was nice and smooth, and new. Almost silky but with that nice swimsuit material. Even the inside of it was a silkier than the outside. I pushed and dribbled a bit over the crotch of it as I held it against my crotch. I felt the warmth of the pee soak a piece of it and against my fingers. I remember it being quite a moment. I inspected the swimsuit by holding it by the shoulder straps in front of me. Nope, you couldn't tell. Even up close, it was hard to tell the crotch was now a bit wet, other than how it shined in certain light when moving it around. I remember feeling quite, well horny, there's no other word for it. I pulled my underwear, tights, and skirt back up and left the toilets. It wasn't long before my Mum showed up and I explained what mine and my friends' plan was for this whole swimming thing. She thought it as a brilliant idea... Until she asked to see the swimsuit I bought. Shit. She was driving at the same time she asked so I took advantage of her not being able to hold it. This was the closest, so far, she'd ever come to intruding on my weird peeing life. Even when I'd had my initial accident/fully purposeful wetting in the front garden waiting for her, I'd always managed to get away with her not noticing, or I suppose questioning me, about my dampened underwear or tights or whatever after school some days. Although I never gave her my washing straight away so I always hoped they had dried. I ended up showing her the top of the swimsuit and folding it to show the pink bits on the side. I got away with it, but not so much that I had nearly spiraled into a panic attack for her nearly noticing the still damp patch in the crotch. We got home, it was washed, she never noticed. The end. Until the weekend. I remember feeling excited on the days building to the swimming. I knew I was definitely going to pee in the new swimsuit. But as of yet I didn't know where, or how, or when, or how many times. I remember clearly standing min my bedroom wearing just the swimsuit. Up until now, wearing any clothes hadn't been... anything. I suppose sensual is the word I'm looking for. I remember feeling up and down the material; how it felt round my body, over my chest (yes boobs), my ass and of course my crotch. The difference it would make wearing it wet, even just from pool water, started to feel like an exciting concept. What was I becoming? I put on some fleece lined joggers and a t-shirt and hoodie over the top of it and I was dropped off the the pool. During the car journey there, I was sooo fucking desperate to leak in it. But my joggers were a light grey and I knew any wet spot would give me away. I wasn't desperate to pee, but I had been holding for a while so you know, I could have. Any idea of being here for 'exercise' was out of the window and all I wanted to do was pee in as many different places. I could go over the toilet? In the water? In the slide? In the shower? Changing room? Sitting poolside? I was, well, throbbing slightly. I kept tensing downstairs to cater for everything that I was feeling. Skip forward to my friends being there and all getting into the shower before the pool. The requirements were everyone had to shower before getting in. It was during this a Mum was with her young boy also in the shower bit. I remember the next bit as clear as day. The boy said, "Mum I need to wee" My ears caught this phrase like a dog jumping at the word 'Walk' or 'Food'. "Just go" the Mum told her son. Straight away the little boy looked down and, as he was told, started peeing. It was obvious. There was a yellow tainted stream coming from his shorts. I mean yes he was under a shower but you could tell. I was mesmerised. I stared for a few seconds before I realised I actually was staring and pulled my gaze away but looked out of the corner of my eye. He shook his whole body as he finished and his Mum guided him towards the pool. I couldn't handle it. I tapped my friend and told her I need to pee and I'll be back. I remember asking me if I was serious. I don't know if she expected me to go in the shower or pool, or if she did, but I needed time to myself. I excluded myself to the girls toilets and hid behind the door of a cubicle. I felt like I was coming over in a hot flush. I sat on the toilet and felt my crotch. Obviously I was wet from the shower. I had completely forgot my rule of toilet paper on the toilet seat, but toilet paper and wet body wouldn't have worked anyway. I peed straight through the swimsuit. I leaned back at first taking deep breaths but I looked down to inspect what was happening. There was a shine over the material where the pee was drenching through. It was covering the material, and like a wave hitting the beach then crawling up the sand, I felt the new warm, wet patch move its way down and round my backside. The whole experience was exhilarating. Funny that the only protection I had was the small plastic door between me and whoever was in the toilet outside, and if anyone considered looking under the door would have heard me peeing but seen no swimsuit at my feet. But I felt sort of safe and away from everything in my little bubble of pleasure. Aaaaand this was it. The first time I'd ever masturbated outside of my own home. In public. Like a weird, dirty pervert, I suppose. But shit, I didn't care. I was in the moment. I clenched the soaking material over my chest with one hand and had one hand cupping my vagina as the pee still came out. I moved my hand up and down and then moved to my middle finger, pushing slightly inwards through the material, feeling the pee separate ad spurt outwards slightly. As I gently rubbed with the finger and, probably because I was peeing, felt the spark almost instantly and everything down there pulsated. I had to prevent myself from making a loud inhale, squealing sound. That was quick. I sat there in my pissy swimsuit a little bit out of breath and had the post masturbation dirty peeing feeling of 'what the fuck am I doing?'. I drenched my face in cold water from the taps to try and cool down my red hot cheeks, and to compose myself. I had a quick inspection and realised there was no evidence I had peed. I'm at a swimming pool. Everyone is wet. I rejoined my friends who were now in the pool. Also, having 'done the deed', any desire to pee again for fun had gone. I had suitable catered for that need. The end. Until the changing rooms when we finished. Behind another closed door again I had time to remind myself of all that happened. By this point I was quite tired from the laps my friends insisted we do. I don't get exercise, it's tiring goddamnit. As I dried myself with the towel, I noticed my cubicle had a drain smack back in the centre of the floor. I had a light bulb moment. I knew what it felt like to pee in a wet swimsuit. What if I dried it now the best i could then sit and pee in the drain. Would anyone hear? Would anyone notice? Was this riskier than the what I did in the toilet earlier? All of these things rushed through my mind but at the same time I was frantically trying to dry myself. The decision had already been made. I even took the whole thing off, rinsed it, dried my bare skin, and put it back on again. Once it was as dry as I\m sure I'd get it, I at first squatted over the drain but the position felt unnatural. I was hesitant at first but I went on all fours to look under the tall door and walls. I saw feet but no one being weird and looking this far down. I quickly sat crossed legged over the drain and relaxed. Nothing. I pushed and felt something inside me move; maybe a bladder spasm. I pushed down on my stomach near my bladder to force some out. After some time of trying it was there. I held it for a while, feeling the delight of being on the edge of peeing. I squirmed and fidgeted then relaxed a bit. Again, as before, the front of the crotch glowed in the light as the wave of pee covered the material. I clenched again and rubbed my fingers over the re-dampened material. I let go again. Then clenched. I was cautious as I didn't want anyone to hear the torrent of pee hitting the water in the drain. I heard a few drips myself of the material becoming saturated and letting go what it could. I had pushed and held so much that I needed to now release. So I did. The rest of the pee came out and caused like a pressured layer of pee over the swimsuit. I felt my ass get warm again and looekd around to make sure it wasn't flowing outwards as well as just down into the drain. I was safe for the most part. When I finished I sat for a while. The more I remember this experience, the more I realise I was sat on a disgusting, public pool floor where anyone could have stepped or even peed themselves. I felt a bit ew, but I could feel I was sat in a puddle of my own pee. So for the time being it was my ew and I could deal with that. No extra fun this time though. I dried myself off, changed into normal underwear and what I wore to the pool, went home, had it all washed, nothing was thought of it, peed in it every time I wore it. The end. The real end. Becca x
  9. 8 points
    It is common for me in interactions with the other members of the pee fetish community for people to tell me how lucky I am to get to be a wetting video producer, and how I must have the best job in the world. I'm not going to lie, there are parts of it that are pretty great at times, and I have got to meet some really incredible people through this work. However, it isn't all fun. There are major headaches sometimes. Let me share a little bit of what I've been going through lately, so you can see how life as a wetting video producer isn't always the best option. First thing you need to understand is that profit margins are pretty small. There are costs built in to every shoot, from location costs, to paying the models a day rate, to expendables like diapers, cleaning supplies, batteries, and various other items. To make sure I stay in the black, that means I need to produce around 30 scenes for each and every single day shoot. Breaking that down with a two model shoot, each model needs to pee 15 times during the day. Even shooting very quickly, with few rest periods, this typically ads up to around 12 hours of shooting. That is 12 hours on my feet, moving heavy production equipment, and not having time to really eat or drink anything. The first few hours are fine, but after that it starts to get very tiring. A couple weeks ago I was really excited about the upcoming video shoot, however. I had worked out a deal where I was going to get an awesome location to shoot at permanently, would be able to store my equipment there, and it would cost a fair bit less than what I had been paying for locations. The only problem was this location needed some work, but if I put the work into it, I could use it. So, after two truly exhausting weeks of work and expense trying to get this location ready, a bureaucratic permitting issue popped up. It is a minor issue, basically I have to wait, but this means the location won't be ready by the time I need to do the shoot. All the money I had budgeted for locations had gone into this place, and now it isn't going to be ready. So now, with no money, I have to figure out a location that I will be able to shoot 30 scenes in less than a week. Even if I find a location, it can be a logistical nightmare- We have to make sure all the production equipment is there, which means loading up the car, wardrobe, cleaning supplies, and more. Then unpack the car at the location, set everything up, and pack up again at the end of the day. Since time is a issue, I am looking at how many setups we need for all the scenes. Too many different camera setups and we end up spending too much time just moving everything. At this point I know some of you are probably thinking that this is overkill, that it isn't necessary to put so much effort into production quality, all I really need is a camera. No one cares about the lighting or the audio. Unfortunately, people do notice when those things are lacking. If I slack off on the production quality, I am going to hear about it and membership levels on my sites will drop. To keep members up, I need to keep production quality up, and that means hauling and setting up lights, sound gear, and camera support equipment. Now don't worry, I will find someway to get this shoot done. I might be late paying some bills and be living off of canned food for the next month, but the shoot will happen somehow, it always does. Just wanted to communicate that making these videos isn't just getting to watch beautiful women wet themselves, it sometimes means living on nothing but canned soup and bread for a month, weeks of work that all ends up being for nothing, and long, stressful, physically exhausting days.
  10. 8 points
    No point in everyone downloading this, I'll do it, look for the upload in the download section in 12 + hours :)
  11. 8 points
    No it wasn't. Staff can tell when you access your own account. Have a nice day.
  12. 7 points
    Thank you very much ! Here's some Hideri fanart ! A character from Blend S who refuses to admit that he needs to go because "idols don't go to the batroom".
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    Hope you love it ;P (2016-04-07) 40 Week Preggo Pee Hold and Release.Ahhh.mp4
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  16. 6 points
    I've been posting a bit of omo art lately, and decided i'd start my own thread. To begin, here's a little comic i made about a desperate security guard.
  17. 6 points
    So I was looking over the video/upload stats the other day and noticed that there weren't very many male bedwetting videos (or male wetting videos in general). as a girl who loves these kinds of things, I wanted to encourage people to post more of these. For all those guys out there who ask ladies to make videos, this is your chance to step up. You don't need to show your face (don't), or do anything fancy, just lay down in a bed with a full bladder (and mattress cover, use a garbage bag if you don't have one), point a camera at your diaper-area, and after a little pretend sleeping, let loose and shamefully flood the bed. Also, for those who aren't into making videos, I totally get it, go on the hunt! Do it for me ;) Happy hunting. Rach
  18. 6 points
    First of all, I don't know if I'm posting in the correct forum because these that I'm publishing are only audios, not videos. I'm confused because there is no proper forum where to post audios (by the way, audios are really rare to find). Please Administrator, feel free to move this thread in the category it belongs. Anyway, I found these audios searching around the web and they are incredibly sexy. I recommend to use headphones to experience at most the girls' voices and the splashing, wetting sounds. I'm posting the links in the title of the audio: just click on it :) Begging for release - the desperate girl is the sub of another girl, "the Mistress"; very good desperation, wetting and bathroom-denial, but a warning: masturbation and sexy talks. The wet public punishment - from the same girl of the file above, an holding contest with really good desperation. Again, the same warning as above. Sweet Relief - a girl is desperate to pee in bed: she ends up soaking her panties and bed. A desperate pee in the toilet - just a girl pissing last minute on the toilet. Enjoy! :) P.S.: there are more in the user page...
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    Found this gem a while ago somewhere online and I just loved it. Looked around here, did not find it, hope it is not a repost, well worth it. The desperation on this girl, the sounds, the huge bulge and the struggle are just amazing. Extremely desperate and fighting not to let go. Let me know what you think

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  20. 6 points
    So as many of you will know by now, I’ve been experimenting a lot with different pads this past month. I’ve leaked into period pads, squirted into light incontinence pads, accidently soaked panties, and developed a new appreciation for Poise products in this time. If you are interested in my other pad reviews/tests, check them out, I've included links at the end of my post. As you can see I’ve been a busy girl. What with wearing Goodnites to bed nightly, and pads during the day, I’ve been wearing more protection this past month, than I’ve worn in years. This was my usual routine all the way up through my undergraduate days, but it’s been a while. Anyhow, when I last ordered some Molicare diapers from my online source, I also asked for some random samples, and because I’d already tried out all their diaper samples, I asked them to throw in some pads as well. Thus, why I have this particular Tena incontinence pad. I can’t honestly remember the exact variety of pad this is, it’s been sitting in my pad collection, plumply teasing me for a while now, and it was finally time to test this puppy out. Of all the pads I’ve randomly assembled over the past few years, this one is by far the thickest. As you can see, it has the kinds of designs on the top which I like, and also impressive gathers that make it so the pad would not sit flat for its close-up. As you can also see, these pads are seriously thick. While I did appreciate the gathers, they felt too low (and not waterproof enough) given the overall thickness of the pad. I did like how the back is significantly wider (to catch serious leaks when you are sitting down), and the longer, elongated splash zone (the sort of honey-comb section right in the middle of the pad). If feel like this splash zone is like this to allow maximum rapid absorption. Lots of pads are absorbent, but one of the problems they run into is that they can’t absorb liquid fast enough. This is why a period pad designed to absorb say 50ml of blood will leak way before it’s absorbed that much pee, because it’s overwhelmed. These pads seems to instil confidence, and so with this confidence, I decided to ramp up my ‘experimental design.’ I had the entire afternoon to myself on a weekend, so I decided to fill my bladder with tea and juice. After lunch, I slipped the pad into my panties (lovely light purple ones with blue trim), and set about drinking a big mug of green tea (which goes right through me) followed by some delicious creamy mango juice. I had a little difficulty getting the pad to stick in my panties. It didn’t have any wings and the sticky stuff didn’t stick as well as it could have. This could have been on account of how old the pad was, and another confounding issue was my sticking the pad into my panties while they were off. This is actually harder to do. When your panties are around your ankles or thighs you can move your legs to make them taught, and it’s generally easier to fit a pad into your panties. Anyhow I got there in the end, but I wasn’t all that confident in the sticky part of the pad. I feel if I was pulling down my panties while wearing this pad, I’d worry about it falling out. This wasn’t something I needed to worry about however, as I was only planning on pulling my panties down after I had thoroughly wet the pad. A couple other observations of this pad, while it was still dry. I found it thick. Thicker than a Goodnite. I thought it was almost excessively thick. With a pad this thick, I immediately thought it would be for overnight use, but you simply would never wear a pad like this overnight, it lacks effective standing gathers to grab pee if you lay on your side, and it’s shorter design means that pee running down your back, if you are a back sleeper, would soak your bum. I mean it’s a little thicker in the back, but not that much. The thickness in the back suggests to me that it is clearly intended for daytime use. If someone suffered from incontinence sufficient to require a pad of this thickness during the day, I’d recommend a diaper, with proper gathers all the way down the sides, from experience. So I’m a little unsure as to the exact intention of the pad. I suppose it is designed for cover major and significant leaks on the way to the bathroom. Like a massive key-in-latch accident, or for someone who had very large leaks when the sneeze. I reckon it could also serve to catch the first significant portion of an OAB episode, giving you enough time to get the leak under control, and find a washroom. So I suppose I’ve talked myself into this pad, but well either way, I’d probably prefer a diaper for the sense of security and thinness. Also, it’s super thick, so much so that I would worry that a diaper would be more discreet even. It created a very distinct bulge in my panties. And it was wider than my girl-sized panties. Well, given the robust claims of this pad, I decided to give it a proper, full-bladder release, rather than just a sneeze-induced squirt. So after slipping these into my panties I drank a mug of tea and then headed out to run some errands. While wandering about the grocery store I was aware of the pad from time to time, particularly when I crossed my legs. Walking was also interesting. I chose to wear tights under a knee-length dress as I was pretty sure that this pad would be clearly visible in tight jeans or something similar. I feel like the pad sort of settled into my panties after a while (curving well to match my body shape) and it was almost possible to forget about it, but not quite, as it was pretty thick. Anyhow, by the time I got back, about an hour later, I was pretty full. I could feel myself filling up all the while I was shopping, and was at the state where when I left the store (6.5 on the desperation scale), I would have certainly visited the washroom. Lately I’ve been visiting more often, and I usually go ‘just in case’ if I’m anywhere near a 4 or 5. Anyhow, I got home and was at about a 7.5. I slipped off my tights right after getting in, and went about putting the groceries away. By the time this was done I was at an 8 or more and ready to pee. Because of the thickness of the pad, I was going to release a whole bladder. I didn’t want to pee in full force though, as few incontinence products can stand up to an aggressive sudden flood. So, after putting away the last pack of noodles, I stood with my legs about a foot-width apart, in the middle of my kitchen, and carefully relaxed my PC muscles. Rather than a hissing torrent of pee, I could feel a gentle trickle suffusing my sex with warm wetness. I strained (and yes I have been practicing me Kegel’s again) to keep the flow smooth and torrential, and did a pretty good job for about 20 seconds. Then my muscles were tired and I relaxed a little too much. This time the pee released at a pretty strong flow and I could feel my lower lips getting wetter and wetter. When my bladder was about 80% empty, I clenched and stopped the flow to a trickle, and then stopped. While I was soaking the pad, I could feel a little more wetness than usual on my left inner thigh. When you wet any incontinence product there is always a little lag while the product absorbs the liquid, but in this case, the wetness didn’t go away. Inspecting my panties after I waddled over to the bathroom, I noticed that the sort of frilly gathers were soaked on the left side. Because of the design of the standing gathers, they seem to collect liquid, and this left me feeling wet. Only a little got on my leg and I think if I had been wearing pants, the leak would not have been visible from the outside. Oh, and when I say waddle, I mean waddle, as the pad was very thick after absorbing almost a full Rachel bladder. As you can see, the pad did successfully hold an entire Rachel bladder. Purple panties are great for showing wet spots, and there were not wet spots on my panties after this experiment. Overall, my evaluation of these pads is good. They absorbed a lot (comparable to a Goodnite!), they were not uncomfortable, and I liked the coverage they give the bum. I think this is important, because while I do most of my tests standing somewhere in my apartment, people (myself included) have accidents sitting down and in otherwise not upright positions, and the bum tends to be where this pee goes. I bet these would also be pretty good for sleeping in, though the coverage in the back and front might not stand up to laying down. I’ll have to get another pad and test this out some night. Anyhow, hope you enjoyed this test and look for more coming soon. I’ve been testing out lots of pads lately! Rachel p.s. If you like my content, please let me know, and support my by purchasing a video or even a pair of my panties from my site: http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties My other pad tests to date: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/41139-always-discreet-test/
  21. 6 points
    Me irl: Quiet, reserved, shy, socially anxious Also me: Secretly the thirstiest fucking thot to ever thot
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    Jeans Wetting On Bed - Mistytube.com.mp4
  24. 5 points
    So uh, hi. I'm Crim. I wet myself today. A few things you should know before we start. One: I recently had a gender-identity crisis. Well, not even really that. I let other people convince me I was having one (Goddamn you Tumblr people!) i.e I'm really tomboyish sometimes and people on there told me my gender was a boy and I should learn to embrace it. Of course I recently realized that was a load of shit and I didn't like being a full on boy. So if you were one of the like, 3 people who read my "introducing myself" post like...forever ago, that's why I said I was a boy. I'm not. Just to clear that up. Sex: Fem. Gender: Fem. And I'm not about to let anyone else tell me otherwise again. Now with that out of the way, today I did a hold. I never intended to fully wet, yet I did, which is what made today both scary and exciting! Anyone who's seen me post knows I love those Milovana pee holding interactive challenges. I have a huge imagination and get really into it, I don't think I've done a hold without one since I discovered them. Its been awhile since anyone made a new one, so I got into the habit of doing multiple in a single hold, or even two at once, which was the case today. And so there I was, in my room. I drank a few mugs of water and tea and waited for things to move along by watching Scrubs. I don't know what it was about today, whether it was 3 cups of tea's worth of caffiene or the tight jeans I had put on in advance, or just some other random thing, but it moved along REALLY fast. An hour and a half after I started drinking, I was at the fidgeting stage. I couldn't stand still, and sitting had become a real burden. It took me really off guard. I started my challenges and for the first time ever, started posting in the live action thread. It's really unlike me to do that, I don't know why I did. Maybe I wanted some company for once. Alas, nobody showed up during my hold. Appearance wise, I was wearing red panties (nothing fancy) and a tight pair of blue jeans. Didn't bother with a shirt, as it was fairly warm today. For you people who are a fan of picturing things, I'm pretty tiny. Short, tiny frame, skinny, pale, long and obviously-not-well-taken-care-of hair. Pretty much the definition of "Get off your computer and go outside." So at this point I had started doing the challenges and tasks, pretty confident that I would do fine, as per usual. I was shaking, and twitching, etc but I felt I could hold on despite the huge pressure in my bladder. But then 10 minutes went by....20 minutes...and before I knew it not only had the pressure nearly doubled, but the challenges were also taking their toll. I could barely believe it. It had all happened so fast. It was to the point I was constantly shaking and had a hand between my legs any time the challenge wasn't preventing me from doing so. It was getting pretty unbearable but I convinced myself there's no way its this bad already, its just your psyche getting out of turn. I wish I was right. Time went on. I dribbled a few times but I felt it was nothing I couldnt handle. I had a grip on this. Until at one point I stopped to type in the live action thread again. Typing of course, requiring both hands. I wasn't too concerned, just crossed my legs as I bent over to type. But mid sentence, I don't know what it was, it must have been the way I moved, but I felt a sudden violent dampness as a huge leak shot down my leg. Before I knew it, my inner leg on my jeans had a wet patch from my crotch to my knee. All I could think was, where the hell did that come from? Keep it together. I probably should have ran to the bathroom right then. You see, I wasn't home alone. and a full blown wetting and its cleanup would be hard to hide/explain to my brother if he just decided to waltz in during those crucial moments. My main plan if he walked in during the hold itself was to quickly pull a blanket over my chest and yell that I wasn't wearing a shirt, which would cause him to scurry off somewhere. Thus, I had planned to use the bathroom before it was too late. Issue was, I'm stubborn. As is usually the objective with holding, I decided since I had regained control after my big spurt, I would wait until the last possible second, not for a moment having the foresight to even think there might be obstacles. It was also that this point I received another huge warning I ignored. You know when your bladder muscles start to fluctuate? Waver? That wobbley feeling, like when you're carrying something heavy in your arms and they start to go all wobbley under the strain against your will? I got that feeling. And I ignored it, because I'm me. Time went by, as did a few more dribbles. But I kept telling myself that it wasn't over yet, that I could go longer. The fresh dampness in my crotch, and the now semi dried patch down my leg would suggest otherwise, but again, stubborn. Then one of the challenges told me the start of my undoing. Every 30 seconds, I had to push on my bladder hard for 5 seconds. And of course, I thought I could do it. Thing is, when I'm pressing on my bladder I don't use my hands. I don't find I can push with the right pressure in the right way to ever make it a feasible threat. So what I do is, I tip my chair back so that its on its back legs, and push my lower abdomen into the top of it. Huge mistake, obviously. The first 5 seconds, I felt my crotch go damp again. A few small spurts. I can do it, I told myself. In the 30 second break between I told myself I had only spurted because I didn't brace properly, and I just had to go into the next push prepared. So 30 seconds passed. And again I tipped my chair back, closed my eyes, braced myself, and leaned into it. With a bit more weight than I intended. A leak. A big leak. The biggest so far. My hand shot down as it left my body, but it was a little too late for that. In that moment I felt the wetness gather in my hand, fall down my leg again, down to my ankle. Some got on the floor. A little spread behind my ass too. I regained control in that split second, but it was also the second that I wasn't going to maintain the control. I couldn't. This was it. But I couldn't risk it, I had already gone too far as it was. My brother could walk in any second, see my wet leg, and ask what the fuck was going on. And so came the moment. The hail mary. I didn't have time to throw on a shirt let alone a bra, so I just had to hope he wasn't in the hallway between my room and the bathroom. There was no time, it was now or never, I could FEEL my control slipping and about to give. I dashed out of my room, one hand between my legs holding on for dear life and one trying to preemptively undo the button of my jeans (And failed, little bugger wouldn't give) And I encountered every holders nightmare. The bathroom door was shut. And locked. I could hear the shower going inside. That son of a bitch. I leaned against the door, my forehead and chest pressing into the wood, my fingernails digging into either side of the door and my back slightly arched, pushing my ass out as my legs slammed together, my knees knocking together over and over. I yelled at him to get out. I yelled that I needed to get in right that second. My fingernails dug deep into the door, scratching as my control slipped, a muffled "Sorry, no can do!" coming from inside the bathroom. I felt it coming. My left hand then alternated between banging on the door, gripping at my crotch, and clawing into the door once more. My chest was heaving against the door, I couldn't bear to open my eyes and look as it started. My crotch grew damp. A spurt, and another, and another. The crotch gripping, the clawing, nothing helped. Squeezed my legs together tighter, still nothing. It was coming out, slowly but steadily. I gripped my left thigh as I felt my pee seep out and crawl down the back of my leg. I tried so hard. Knocking my knees, gripping at everything I could, frantically trying to stop it or slow it down. Shaking, writhing, I felt it continue to pour out and reach the back of my knee. I heard drops hit the floor. This couldn't be happening. Wetting myself after a good hold was one thing, not being able to stop it when it mattered most was another thing entirely. My control was still sort of there, but not nearly enough to stop the flow completely. I felt it spread across my lower ass and inner thigh. The other leg now too, I could feel it running down. Something in that made me lurch, pressing my chest into the door harder. Something about that movement hit my bladder, and suddenly whatever slight control I still had was gone. I gasped loudly as my crotch suddenly grew a lot warmer, as did my inner legs, I could feel the flow go from a creeping dribble into a stream. Of course I grabbed my crotch, but my hand was soaked almost instantly. I let out a cry as I started soaking myself, trying anything and everything. Thigh gripping, moving my legs, crossing them, frantically hopping slightly just trying to get it to stop but the more I tried the harder it all came out. I felt my ass, my legs, everything become completely soaked and warm. A stream was gently but firmly pitter pattering onto the floor, my jeans on my right leg having become far too saturated for it to just climb down my leg itself anymore at this intensity. I fought and cried and yelled and moaned, fighting until the bitter end. But there was no way around it...I was completely and thoroughly wetting my pants, right outside the bathroom against my will like a little girl. As I stopped shaking and bouncing and switching my legs all over the place, my fingers tired from violently gripping at every part of my thighs and crotch I could get ahold of, I just became exhausted. Soaked and defeated, I turned around and slowly slumped to the ground against the door, wetting myself all the way. My bladder had NO control anymore, and I was still going. My mind just blanked out as I sat on the ground, watching my already massive puddle continually expand due to the now very audiable hissing in my jeans. It was by far the greatest wetting I had ever had, and the scary circumstances made it incredibly exciting and erotic. My chest heaved, my breathing heavy as my bladder finished emptying itself. All my mind could process now was the near orgasmic relief and the "Holy shit, that just happened, and it was incredible" type thought. Until my brain finally re-clicked into the sound of the shower going, and realized that the moment my brother opened the door, he'd find me sitting there, naked from the lower waist up, having lost control and peed in my pants in the hallway, everything I was wearing having been completely drenched, with a puddle leading from under me in all directions, and almost to the door opposite me. My stomach dropped so fast. My mind went in all directions, and suddenly I was up, running through the house in my soaking wet jeans, trying to manage to somehow clean this up before my brother got out of the shower. I ran downstairs, grabbed two towels from the laundry, ran back up, and cleaned it up and cleaned it good. Both towels ended up completely soaked. I heard the shower stop. I ran into my room and got my jeans off as fast as I could, and threw them and the towels under my bed as soon as I could. I heard him coming and I was just standing there in my wet panties, all I had time to do was throw on a T-shirt. The big kind I wear to bed. And sit down at my computer desk. He just walked in without knocking, as he does, and asked what all my insane fuss at the door was about. I told him I thought I was late for a get-together and needed my makeup that second, but then realized it was tomorrow and not today. I sat almost frozen, hoping he wouldn't notice my wet legs glistening. I felt the lower black of my shirt get wet as I sat on it in my wet panties, and reaaaally tried not to think about it. Just sat and smiled and blinked and waited for him to accept it and leave, which he did, shaking his head and calling me a nutjob. Then I just sat there in silence and waited for the telltale shut of his bedroom door, meaning he was going in to play COD or something. Once I was sure he was in, I switched out of my wet undies and now slightly damp shirt into jammies, and fished out everything from under my bed and snuck to the laundry room with it. I thought I was scot free until he questioned the wet footprints downstairs. I went beet red and just told him that I had spilt some water earlier and must have stepped in it. He gave me a really questioning gaze and I turned redder, but for a non-omo enthusiast he obviously didn't come to the conclusion any of you would have, and just accepted it and moved on. Anywho, that was my day today. I hope you enjoy! Please leave feedback, as writing this stuff out isn't something I do often and I'd love to know what people think. If this is good and I'm good at telling it, I might write about my future experiences as well. Please let me know anything and everything you think! I think I drank too much, I had to go to the bathroom again in the middle of writing this. Now I'll end this, as I tend to ramble and as this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've done, and looking back on it now, incredibly erotic. So I have other needs to take care of. Bye bye!
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    View File Causal Pissing Interview Well this has got to be the strangest job interview ever. Interviewer casually pees herself and then gaslights the interview subject after they pee themselves.... rather strange. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/16/2018 Category Female videos Clothing  
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    I've found a site which seems to has lots of JAVs available to freely stream, and potentially rip: https://www.javdoe.com/category/urination/ For example, I've seen a few select cuts floating around here before, from this Moodyz release: https://www.javdoe.com/movie/moodyz-miad-618-cute-little-incontinent-sweetheart-haruki-sato.html Please note that most (all?) of the content is not omorashi-only, but I thought we might be able to find a few goodies here. There's a lot to trawl through though!
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    This is JHI-26: "No! Couldnt stop peeing3 -Wrap film panic toilet-." The premise is the same as before (on my own assumption of course): a director is interviewing girls for a position, whence upon they become desperate. They are then given permission to use the bathroom, but the toilet has a layer of saran wrap covering the hole. The girls will typically start peeing, notice the wrap is there, and react in a way that causes them to either pee on themselves or make a mess in the restroom. They then clean up, go to the director, tell him what happened, and he'll give them a change of clothes or underwear, depending on the circumstance. I'd also like to credit KubaAseph for this jadenet videos download method:

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  28. 5 points
    View File Wife wetting herself Hi guys tonight me and the wife had a few drinks and decided to video us wetting ourselves. This is our first time sharing wetting content. Submitter MR_BLONDE001 Submitted 01/19/2018 Category Peeing  
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    CONTAINS MALE GENITALIA Another one from MyDiaperGF, this one starring Lyra being a sexy diaper dom in a POV video. Enjoy

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    Wearing only white cotton panties, Alisha is bound and desperate to pee in this video. Unable to hold on any longer, she ends up peeing in her underwear as Sosha watches her. This video starts off with Alisha tied up in the dungeon, wearing only white cotton panties. She is extremely desperate to pee, but unable to escape. Dressed as a sexy dominatrix, Sosha enters the scene and tries to make Alisha loose control of her bladder. Sosha tickles Alisha and pressed firmly on her bladder as Alisha squirms, struggling not to pee. Ultimately Alisha reaches her breaking limit. As Sosha gleefully watches, Alisha wets herself, peeing in her panties. Once Alisha is done peeing, Sosha removes her wet panties, leaving her completely naked. Then, with Alisha still wet with her pee, Sosha proceeds to rub her pussy. It doesn’t take Sosha long to give Alisha an orgasm. Sosha then walks off, leaving Alisha bound and nude. WARNGING: The following images contain nudity-
  31. 5 points
    Didn’t have much choice but to finish in the end... poured out before I could even get to bathroom
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    I'm sorry for doing this, but it's frustrating to me to see people using screen recording tools to get videos from websites. I did a proper rip and also got the two others in the process: Cassie Wetting Tight Blue Jeans-ph59f245ff39bfe.mp4 Wetting My Panties and Masturbating in the Piss-ph59ee49556de65.mp4 [nudity, masturbation] Cassie Pees in a NASTY Porta Potty-ph59c2eac51b416.mp4 [no wetting, nudity]
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    A couple of recent finds from Twitter. This is a mixed bag, we've got diapers, pullups, a pullup spanking video, some wettings, a diaper maturbation video. ***Nudity*** Enjoy, Rach

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    Heres the picture in colour.
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    Finally got a small commission chart hammered out. Just finished up some commissions, should have some doodles out shortly! There was also a question about commissions so I can always throw the small chart in here. Of course if there's any questions you can always note me. Hope everyone is well!
  36. 4 points
    I'm not sure if this is a repost but this is a great video regardless. Great hissing sound as she loses control. I Reblog Things I Like — secretomoaccount I know you can’t r.mp4
  37. 4 points

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  38. 4 points
    Update... after my glass wee I felt a bit more relaxed.. ended up falling asleep... woke up a few hours with pee spurting out of me... grabbed a towel ... soaked it ☺️ Feel back into blissful sleep... only issue now is getting to toilet with my full morning bladder 😜
  39. 4 points
    Here is a guide for all the scenarios: #1) I need to pee. Is that wrong? At the restaurant, when Shinon stops while you're leaving, pick the second option (おしっこ? / Gotta pee?). Then select either of the other options. #2) I need to speak up earlier, next time. At the restaurant, while eating, pick the second option (タバスコは?/ Tobasco?) followed by the first option (シノンにはまだ辛いのは早いか?/ Still a bit too young for spicy things, Shinon?). Followed by (水を注ぐであげる / I'll pour you some water). The next option doesn't matter. When leaving, select the option (どうかした?/ What's up?) and pick either of the next options. None of the options matter from here on out. #3) It's a bit breezy. At the very beginning, talk to the witch at the cauldron. She will give you 300g. At the start, talk to the person running the stall immediately to your right. She will sell you a drink for 300g. DO NOT GIVE IT TO SHINON YET. With the drink in your inventory, talk to the person running the stall next to the bathrooms. He will cast a spell on it to make it cold. THEN give the drink to Shinon. Follow everything from scenario 2 onward. #4) I would have made it if I was wearing a skirt. Talk to the witch again. Now you should be getting 500g. Walk straight ahead talk to the person running the stall that the girl with the yellow/green check arrow is at. Buy the middle option (グレープフルーツ / Grapefruit). Go back down and talk to the person with the blue check arrow above them. Then talk to all the people that have blue check arrows on top of them. Follow scenario 2 for the restaurant. When you get an option while standing in line, select the first option. I'll fix the formmating later, but here are the solutions to the rest: #5) Follow #4, except select the second option in line. Walk back toward the left and down. There is a secret passage where the knight one was. One that passage, stand on the flower and go left to another secret passage. #6) Follow #5, except just wait for the time to expire and for Shinon to wet herself. #7) Follow #4, except when Shinon sees the long line, instead of getting in the line, immediately go to the left. Head straight toward the bathrooms as the eastern edge. #8) Follow #4, except go to the restaurant first and THEN head to the bathrooms on the eastern edge. #9) Talk to the witch. You'll get 800g to start with now. Do both the drink and grapefruit thing. Head straight to the eastern bathroom after the fireworks event. Get back in line. #10) Follow #9, but don't get back in line. Try to walk to the restaurant. #11) Follow #9, but don't head to the eastern bathrooms. Go straight to the restaurant and then just walk around until Shinon wets herself.
  40. 4 points
    My boyfriend lives in a two bedroom house which he shares with his housemate. I often stay over theirs, and his housemate will sometimes have his girlfriend over as well. There is only one bathroom, the housemate likes to spend an hour or so in there each morning, and this can lead to... issues. I usually wake up badly needing to pee but have always been able to hold it. My boyfriend on the other hand frequently has to relieve himself in the garden. One morning a few weeks ago I just couldn't hold it. I woke up, as normal, with a rock hard bladder and an urgent need to pee. I rolled out of bed and pulled on my dressing gown (we usually sleep naked) and stumbled, bleary eyed, down the stairs. Of course, my boyfriends housemate was in the toilet. God knows how long he'd be in there or would be in there. I frowned in a mix of frustration and anxiety, and pressed my legs together, dancing on the spot for a bit while I tried to decide what to do. Fuck this, I'm too tired to wait in the lounge, I'll just go back to bed and sleep a bit longer. Hopefully he'll be done by the time I wake up again. So I crawled back into bed and tried to go back to sleep. Except, the more I tried, the more I kept tossing and turning. The only thing I could think about was how much my bladder ached, and how much I wanted the sweet release of letting go. I clenched my thighs together and tried to find the most comfortable position, all the while listening out for times my boyfriends housemate might be done. I think about twenty minutes passed and I just started to doze off, when I started to feel full on spasms in my belly. As I moved my leg to roll over, I the tiniest trickle of pee escape. I panicked. My boyfriend doesnt know about my kink and I didnt think he'd appreciate pee in his bed, so I shot up, pulled the dressing gown back on and dashed back down the stairs, fighting to hold back the explosion. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I froze as I felt my bladder give again, and a stream of pee spurted out from between my legs, spattering directly down onto the carpet. I doubled up, grabbing between my legs managing to quickly regain control. At this point it was obvious there was nothing else for it - there was about five meters between me and the back door and it was my only option. Taking a deep breath, I straightened up, and bolted, grabbing the key on the way. As I reached the door, I shoved the key into the lock and begun to twist it. The locks a bit old and stiff, so sometimes it takes a few tries to open. I didn't have a few tries. I was clenching my muscles so hard that every part of me was trembling and my pussy was throbbing, and still little droplets of pee were escaping and rolling down my legs. Finally, the door swung open. I dashed out and looked for somewhere to squat. The garden is all concrete and for some reason I didn't want to leave a massive puddle on the concrete which would likely dry and smell nasty. Fortunately, the last tenants left behind one of those wooden raised flower beds, still packed with soil and overgrowing with some sort of plant. Thinking quickly, I hitched up the dressing gown and squatted over the raised bedding. I've never been in this sort of situation before so despite my desperacy it was difficult for my brain to allow me to release. I kept worrying about the neighbours seeing me. After a few seconds though it came, spurting from me with more force than I've ever peed before, in a single powerful stream, splashing in the soil. The relief I felt was so great, it almost brought me to orgasm there and then. I peed for a while, and once the relief wore off, it occurred to me how hot this situation was. I got curious and looked down, admiring the strong steady flow. I had completely saturated the soil, as there was a puddle laying on top of it, and I was nowhere near done. As I kept going, the puddle actually begun to overflow the edge of the raised flower bed, and a puddle begun to form on the concrete below. I had to spread my feet a bit wider to avoid standing in it! Needless to say by the time my bladder was empty I was completely turned on. I went back inside and locked the door. My boyfriends housemate was still in the bathroom. He would never know. As I climbed back into bed, my boyfriend was also still asleep - in fact he'd slept through the whole thing. So I rolled over and brought myself to orgasm, before finally going back to sleep!
  41. 4 points
    View File Huge accident Hot girl holding until wetting Submitter Despholder Submitted 01/21/2018 Category Desperation Clothing  
  42. 4 points
    Hi, my name is Elle. I'm 18 years old and I'm gonna tell you all about how I had a little accident twice in one day last summer. It was a beautiful summer's day, so I decided to go to the beach with my bestie, Laura. We arrived around 11 AM, we found a nice spot to sit and put our stuff down. I was wearing a pink bikini which tightly fitted my nice bum - if I may say so - and C cup breasts. Laura was wearing a light blue bikini, she also has a nice round bum but somewhat smaller breasts than me. So we had put down our stuff and decided to test the water, since this was the first warm day, the water was freezing. So we quickly decided we would just lay on the beach and work on our tan. For around two hours we just layed on our beach towels and chatted. I had two bottles of water during this period, when I decided to tan my back a little. I hate tan lines on my back, so I untied the strings and layed down on my back. I didn't take my top off, since I don't feel comfortable showing my breasts to the world. We chatted for another hour, I had another bottle of water. But soon we both dozed off. I woke up what felt two hours later and immediately felt I had to pee bad. There was one problem though, I couldn't manage to tie the strings back up myself, while still laying down. Getting up was not an option since my top would slide off, exposing my bare breasts to the guys sitting next to us. And Laura was still asleep, so I couldn't ask her to help me. And there was no way I was going to walk to the toilets topless. So instead, I tried to go back to sleep. Succesfully, for about fifteen minutes, but soon woke up again, my bladder filling rapidly, I felt much more desperate this time. Probably a 7/10. I wanted to grab my crotch, but couldn't do it incospicuously enough. So all that kept me from peeing myself were my bladder muscles and my sheer willpower. It didn't take long though - I guess ten minutes or so - untill I felt a spurt come out. And a few minutes later another. I realised I couldn't hold it much longer. I looked over at Laura - still asleep - so I quickly debated what would be more embarassing. Peeing myself, or showing my breasts. Now, you must understand, I don't feel uncomfortable about my body, but apart from some classmates in the locker room while changing for PE and my shower sharing with Laura no one had ever seen my breasts. And since I never had a serious boyfriend, no guy had ever seen them, and there were lots of guys on the beach - including some real cute ones. But soon my bladder decided for me. I felt another spurt escape, this one significantly longer than the first two. So i finally decided that pissing myself would be much more embarassing than showing my breasts. Hesitantly - and making sure I made no sudden movements - I got up. I heard the guys next to us whispering: "wow, look at that girl's boobs. She's gorgeous". Which made me feel really exposed. But soon I realised I made a massive mistake, gravity was not my friend and piss started pouring out off me. So there I stood, facing those guys, doing the two things I was trying to avoid so badly; showing my bare breasts and pissing myself. I couldn't believe myself. Why hadn't I decided to just go through my bikini, still laying down? No one would have known what I was doing, nor could anyone see me topless. Fuck! Why didn't I think of this earlier? "Look, the hottie is pissing herself", I heard the guys say, laughing out loud. All I wanted to do was dissappear in thin air. Or at least go home. But it looked like Laura was in a coma, she was still sleeping. Instead I put my top back on, and tried to go back to sleep. I couldn't, I was too emberassedand thinking about my accident. I started thinking about the last time I wet myself, when I was five years old, too busy playing. My mom never made a big deal out of it. After all, I was only five at the time. But what would she think now? Now that I'm 18? An hour later Laura finally woke up, noticing I was upset she asked what was up. Embarassred I told her what happened and asked if we could go home. She agreed and we got our stuff and headed to our bikes. We walked by the toilets, and I debated using them as I felt a minor urge. But considering it was only a fifteen minute ride back home I decided I could wait. We got on our bikes and Laura asked if we could paddle fast, she needed to pee but hated using the public bathrooms at the beach. She didn't want to end up like me, wetting her bikini and summer dress she - and I - had put over her bikini. We cut the fifteen minute ride by five minutes and she invited me to her home. Her parents were on holliday, so she was home alone for the time being. I always keep some spare clothes at her place so I decided I could stay the night and wear those clothes tomorrow. There was one thing though, we both had to pee really bad by the time we got to her place. So bad that I had spurted and - she told me later - so had Laura. As soon as we got off our bikes, we pee pee danced in the seclusion of her backyard. I took two steps untill the floodgates opened. There I stood, having an accident for the second time in a couple of hours. This time I was soon cheered up though. Laura had burst into laughter seeing me pee myself again, but that caused her to lose control herself. So there we both stood - two 18 year olds - pissing themselves like a five year old. It must have been the most embarassing day of my life.
  43. 4 points
    The development situation has been updated!!
  44. 4 points
    Castor Oil Enema ***Caution, this contains messing, diapers, wetting, peeing, references to menstruation and lots of body parts.*** As promised (https://omorashi.org/topic/13418-something-naughty-planned-this-weekend/) Today I did something naughty. Very naughty. What follows is what I typed at the time, please do take the warning ^above^ seriously. This is me really trying to push my boundaries. I’ve been into omorashi, wetting, diapers, age play, light bondage, humiliation and other things for a long time (not saying how long now), and well I wanted to try something which isn’t on my list but ticks parts of some of the boxes. So here is my, rather lengthy, account of what I did yesterday (Sat.). … I’ve decided to try castor oil which is apparently a wicked laxative which produces unpredictable results. I bought a bottle at Holland and Barrett’s last week and it’s been sitting over my sink for a while now. Taunting me. And so the experiment. Online sources suggest that you take it orally, three table spoons. So I first tried this. I then sat down and typed this as I went. I came back later to add commentary as I didn’t always have time to do so right at the moment as I was dedicated to documenting. I should also note that I was in fact wearing Drynites, the UK brand of Goodnites. They are exactly the same thing but since I grew up wearing them and calling them Goodnites I simply can’t call them anything else, and especially can’t think about calling them anything else when I’m dying to poo. It began… 1:30 – Put on easy to change clothes: PJ Bottoms (No panties), t-shirt and old bra. No socks or anything else. 1:45 – I pour a tablespoon full of castor oil, it’s very gloopy and oily. It has a very subtle smell. My first thought is, what’s all this crap about people having trouble getting it down, it doesn’t smell bad. So I put it into my mouth and immediately know why people don’t like it. Its oily but its got a strange gloopy texture and doesn’t like sit in your mouth like water but rather like a giant oily yucky ball. It was horrible and I couldn’t even get it to the back of my mouth, I spat it into the sink and wretched. I almost threw up a little and quickly washed my mouth out with water and then juice. So um yeah no way that was going to happen. 1:50 – Seriously reconsider the whole adventure and look up other uses for castor oil online (apparently it’s a good massage oil and can be used in cooking). 1:55 – Woman up and get ready to do it the other way. The other way being a suppository, and while I didn’t have a suppository I reckoned I could put it in my enema bulb and insert it that way with water. So I get out the bulb, clean it, fill it almost all with water and add a dash of castor oil and cover the tip in lube. I’ve got this enema bulb from (failed) experiments with anal sex with my previous boyfriend. For those who are familiar with the douche/enema bulb this is it: http://depositphotos.com/2454910/stock-photo-Medical-worker-holding-a-blue-enema.html 2:00 – Insert castor enema, one bulb and a good measure of oil. Its super oily and hard to wash off the enema bulb which I soak in soapy water and scrub for a few seconds before realising I should take precautions before I get too carried away with clean up. I always feel naughty putting things in my bum (and don’t do it too often), and always have trouble doing it. I tighten up (which is why my experiments with anal sex failed), and so in order to get the tip of the bulb in I need to put a leg up on my desk chair and relax (like putting in a tampon actually, not that I’m a fan and am any good at doing this…). 2:02 – Pull up my Goodnite, I find that since these are tight and snug to the body they actually are better for messing ‘accidents’ then proper fitting diapers which leak more, though this depends I think on how much you have to go and I have no idea how the castor oil will work. I sit down at my desk typing this and checking e-mails and other work, not sure on my level of distraction. 2:03 – This first enema feelings right after you put it in, it’s always those first second when you challenge your PC muscles and have to bear down to keep the enema in. This one is a little leaky and a small about of castor oil is around my anus, oily and drippy. 2:05 – I sit down at my desk and can feel the slippery castor oil around my anus and it feels like its seeping out a little. I feel oily and dirty between my bum cheeks and on my the lower part of my outer labia. 2:08 – I sit there and can still feel the seeping feeling but otherwise all is well. I love the snug feeling of the tight Goodnite on my diaper area. The tight gathers between my thighs are particularly hot and the way it keeps everything so warm and snug is very comforting. 2:12 – First enema contraction, not really a contraction but I find enema pressure comes in waves and this is the first one, apart from the initial pressure. It’s that sort of not too urgent but insistent pushing on the inside of your anal sphincter. I bear down and easily hold it in. 2:15 – Over the past few minutes I’ve heard a few tummy rumblings, so something is going on down there but so far not pressure anywhere. 2:18 – Next small contraction. I easily handle this one. I feel the minor urge to pee. It’s not that strong, but it’s enough for me to press my legs together. Everything feels moist down there… 2:20 – Strange noises and cramps, not unlike period cramps in my sides. They don’t hurt too bad but come in small waves sort of rippling up my body. 2:21 – I feel cold in certain parts of my body. On my sides, just below my breasts for example feels colder than the rest of my body. Strange. Small cramps are sort of running up my sides and they feel tight and like I have a build up of lactic acid after a hard work out. 2:22 – Very strange feeling against my anal sphincter. In addition to feeling oily, it also feels cold and clammy, it’s hard to describe it but it’s a sort of sharp feeling, making you really conscious of the circumference of this hole. It sort of pulsates a little and I think for a minute I might let go, but I know I can bear down more, and do. I realize that the effect of Castor Oil is not to have you lose control entirely, but rather it’s just a laxative. I had this impression that it would make me lose control without any say in it. I had this picture in my mind of it sort of just going boom and then you’d go boom boom so to speak. But I have control over it, it’s just the sort of feeling you get it you’ve ever tried to hold in bad diarrhea. The feeling of a very wet bowel movement, that sort of bubbly feeling in your bum. 2:34 – Things have been quiet for a while but suddenly more tummy rumbling in my lower colon and stomach and everywhere. And the cramps are back, not too strong but now they are on my sides and in the front of my belly. My whole lower body feels tight like I’ve been doing sit ups or crunches or something for a few hours. I feel like I have a cold band running around the front of my chest just under my breasts and around to my sides. 2:38 – Cramps did not last too long but the feeling of needing to go is certainly there. Also the need to pee becomes more acute, though I can hold it the same way as bearing down on when the random cramps occur. 2:41 – Constant aching in my bladder, I can feel that it’s not at full capacity, but a gentle series of waves start reminding me of the urge I have down there. 2:42 – Constant full aching on my sides and belly. Still strange cold patches moving in this area. My bum feels very warm and a little sore, probably from sitting with my legs pressed so closely together. 2:51 – Strange oily burp. 2:52 – Bladder spasms a little and I have to quickly bear down all my PC muscles as I’m worried I will control my bladder but release from my bum. 2:54 – Another spasm this time it starts in my bum and I have to bear everything down to hold it together. It’s strange the pressure on my bum isn’t like when I normally have to go, it’s different, like a sort of sweet feeling, sharp but very concentrated in one area. 2:55 – Another spasm, this one starts in the bladder. I’m terrible at holds, and my recent re-emergence of my UI problems have exacerbated this. My bladder is very urgent. IT doesn’t feel full but the need to go is urgent, just like in an sudden urge situation I get with an over active bladder. 2:56 – strange taste in my mouth comes back. Didn’t I get rid of this with all the juice…apparently not. Very sudden urge to pee and I just barely hold on. My entire lower abdomen and PC muscles jump into action when this happens. I feels as though it would be wise to … 2:57 – I can’t hold it back, I try to release a tiny amount of pee but I can’t hold it back and I end up letting about a good 5 second spurt which fills the crotch of my diaper with warmth and goodness. My legs are pressed together very tight and I manage to stop the flow but not after considerable effort. 2:58 – Immediately getting that under control I have a new cramp right above my uterus and in my colon? Its sharper and stronger than the others though the pain and tightness remains on my sides. 2:59 – I can smell poo, I didn’t pass gas or anything but the smell is there. My entire parietal area is tight and a little sweaty. I seem to have a respite from needing to pee and poo for the time being and for now all I can feel are the cramps, which are ever present and strong. Not as strong as the ones I used to get in Jr. High during my period but very uncomfortable. 3:01 – The cramps come in waves, coming and going now subsiding and then stronger but always there. 3:02 – I check the damage from my little spurt and everything seems ok, you can’t feel the wetness through the diaper. 3:03 _ very strange sharp wavelike ripple of cramps runs down my chest. It starts right under my nipples and two sharp narrow waves of cold pain run straight down my chest to my pubic area, just above my uterus. 3:04 – And then they are gone. I will need to get up to print off a few e-mails. 3:05 – Standing up causes me to release another tiny spurt of pee. A few moments later another wave of pressure squeezes on my bladder and I release another spurt, this time for around 10 seconds before I can get it under control. It’s hard to and in the process of trying to get it under control I squeeze and release many smaller spurts towards the end. 3:06 – There is constant pressure on my bladder now and I feel as though releasing it might ease the tension on my back passage somewhat. My lower torso is still extremely tight and sore. The warm wet section of the diaper feels very good against my labia. 3:07 – I unconsciously release another small spurt and only notice when I feel it trickle down my labia. 3:08 – Another spurt, more of a dribble, which I didn’t have any control over and which simply escaped. I run my hand down the front of my diaper to feel, I’m very wet down there. Running my hand from the opening of my vagina upwards I can feel the oily castor oil, my own juices and pee all glistening on my labia, over my clit, dampening my pubic hair. 3:10 – Standing up for another print job I consciously lose control over another spurt. This one I get under control cleanly (no little tiny spurts at the end) but it does last a good 6 seconds. My diaper is now noticeable wet from the outside (I check it by pulling down my PJs for a little bit). The pressure from my bum is almost gone, but the throbbing of the cramps remains. 3:13 – I don’t like holding my pee more and when I next get up I consciously release a good 11 second spurt. Which fills the diaper. The oily feeling is now all over my diaper area. I can feel the castor oil against my lower lips when I squeeze my thighs together. I can’t say I like the feeling. It’s not like lube or massage oil, it’s stickier but slicker. I don’t quite know how to describe it but just it seems to stick things together but then make them slippery. 3:15 – Cramps have subsided somewhat and I set about checking more e-mails. 3:17 – I decide to release another spurt into my diaper. I do and this time I feel it almost leak so I bear down after a few seconds, I may have to do this standing up if I don’t want it to leak totally… 3:18 – I stand at my desk, spread my legs somewhat (and doing so moves my lips around in strange ways), and I release the contents of my bladder. Everything seems to be going well so I bend over and try to type the above sentence but in doing so I must have squeeze the diaper in such a way as to release a small leak which runs coldly down my right inner thigh. Tantalizing and sexy. I stop typing and enjoy it righting myself. 3:19 – I try to bend again and the same lazy leak occurs. 3:20 – I kneel in front of my desk to type the last three entries properly. This seems to work… but no, I’m wet, I can feel it on both sides now, that clammy feeling of a diaper leak. I clamp down and stop the flow, I was almost done but I can still feel more in my bladder. A few more lazy drip wend their way down my inner thighs and end up in the fabric of my pyjama bottoms. 3:21 – Spreading my legs further to stop the leaks seems to work, though there is a bit of liquid outside the gathers which I can feel against my thighs. No noticeable marks on my PJ bottoms though I can feel little wet bits when I run my hands over them. The diaper is now totally sodden and I can feel it all distended and full in my front above my mons and all the way around up my bum and the liquid distributes itself more evenly throughout the Goodnites. 3:24 – I debate my next move. With the diaper totally soaked I’m not sure it will hold a big castor oil poo. Should I change it and slip into a fresh one? 3:25 – Yes I should, I get up. Doing so shakes a few additional drops from the gusset of the Goodnite and I slip out of my PJ bottoms. Doing so causes me to bend over and a few more little leaks work their way onto my legs. I wipe up my inner thighs with the PJs, avoiding my diaper area too closely because it still feels very oily and I have no idea how hard it will be to get castor oil out of my clothing. I go and grab a fresh Goodnite from under my bed and slip into it. Strangely this whole time I’m distracted by the wetting I don’t notice the need to poo or even the cramps so much, though they are clearly still there now that I put my mind to it. 3:31 – It’s nice to be in a fresh diaper, though I feel a little clammy as I wasn’t able to clean myself up entirely. The diaper I take off (by tearing the seams) is very full. The lower gusset is very wet and heavy with the absorbent material all clumped and gooey in the middle. I put it in the awaiting trash bag. I pull out a different pair of PJ bottoms, as the first were a little damp after the wipe up, and sit back down at my desk. Things are actually rather tolerable now and I get some work done. 3:37 – Two more strange burps. 3:43 – strange tummy rumblings and the cramps get tighter. My stomach also feels empty, and it is as I only had a small piece of bread for breakfast six hours ago. I get up to get a glass of juice. 3:44 – Strange cramps and feelings in my lower back now. 3:52 – Tingling in my bladder and around its entrance remind me that I did not totally empty my bladder before. So I stand up and release the last little bit. I do so because I have been having problems again and my doctor advised me to always empty my bladder completely to avoid a UTI. So I stand, spread my legs somewhat and release. 3:55 – There was more than I expected, no leaks but my diaper now feels a little full in the front. Also two more strange burps. The cramps have subsided further. 4:04 – I feel very full in my bum and have the feeling that a large like liquid bubble is wanting to escape and is just pushing against the opening insistently. Not enough for me to lose control but very insistently. 4:05 – Strange bubblings at the very inside of my anal sphincter and rumblings in my lower intestine and colon. Very strange, a bubbly feeling, no longer sharp like before now it’s warm and fluid and very insistent. 4:06 – Rumbling followed by the feeling like I’m about to pass gas, but at the same time I know that it’s not just gas and I hold on. The cramps are back when I think about them. 4:07 – Same feeling as above and this time I release a tiny bit which feels like gas but as soon as its out its very oily and I feel dirty and oily down there once again. Very slick and oily. Clenching down at the end of it, a tiny amount of urine also escapes. 4:09 – Now I’ve got a funny feeling, I don’t quite know how to describe it. Girls you might know what I’m talking about when I say it’s somewhere between the feeling like trying to insert something in your vagina when it’s not lubricated, and putting in a tampon on a low flow day. Sort of rough skin but this feeling sort of emerges out of nowhere in the vicinity of my anal sphincter. 4:14 – Now I’ve got a strange tingling feeling all over my bum. 4:15 – Wow really I have to pee again? Yes I do have a problem and I saw a specialist last week. Arg. So I stand and release it, it’s not much but the feeling came back. Sitting down a few moments later the wet diaper is warm against my vagina, which feels very tingly and good. The diaper isn’t wet enough to change. Releasing the pee makes the feeling of needing to poo return and the cramps ripple throughout my body. There is now a very strong tightness in my stomach sitting there right below my breasts in the centre of my chest. 4:17 – Greasy oily feeling spread with the warm pee through the diaper and now it’s on my labia again. 4:19 – A small sneeze releases a spurt of urine I thought I’d already released. Nose is tingly, I doubt it’s related to the castor oil though. 4:21 – Strange taste in my mouth reminds me of retching before. 4:23 – Persistent feeling of being full, like I’m constipated but with the constant reminder of having to go at all times. The wetness in the diaper spread down more towards the back and my bum hole feels like it’s on fire. 4:26 – I’m hungry. Some of the pain is this hunger and I need to eat something. The articles I read on Castor Oil suggested you take it on an empty stomach hence only the piece of bread earlier but I didn’t exactly drink it and also I need some food or I’ll be light headed and not able to think. But I can’t go into the shared kitchen like this. It is the afternoon and most people are off in labs and stuff but well still. So I change out of my PJ bottoms and into sweat pants, ones which are not that tight and I also take the precaution of pulling on a baggy hoodie over my shirt, sprayed on a cheap perfume to cover the slight smell, and slipping into some flip flops I head into the kitchen. And yes for our reader back home, I was still wearing a rather wet Goodnite under my sweat pants (hence the baggy hoodie). In my room I could make out the faint smell of urine partly from the used pullup in the trash and also from the one hugging my girl parts. Well I also could occasionally make out a faint poo smell, though I didn’t recall pass gas. So the perfume was also cover. 4:30 – Making a wrap in the kitchen. 4:36 – While I’m cooking I have a persistent aching feeling in my tummy and am acutely aware of the cramps. Also there are two other people in the kitchen. One is Dxxxx who is studying maths and I know quite well and we get to chatting a little though I’m a little preoccupied so I keep the conversation very short. And while I’m almost done putting together my wraps, a new person come in, someone who only moved in a few days ago. I make a pretty bad first impression hurriedly putting together a few wraps, keeping my distance and face down. While I know no one can tell, I am acutely aware of the wet diaper pressing against my sex. 4:38 – I have the feeling of needing to pass gas and it’s not something which can be stopped. At this point there is no way of know if it’s a fart or a proper accident waiting to come out, and either way there is no way I’m going to let it out in the ‘crowded’ kitchen, so mid conversation with Dxxxx I make an excuse and bolt back to my room (for more pepper). In my room I release two wet farts but fortunately they are only that. I quickly clamp down, and hurry back to the wraps. Making my apologies. 4:43 – Wraps are done and I’m back to my room. 4:44 – Another small fart escapes. My insides feel tight and funny. 4:54 – Stomach is full but I still have that sort of empty feeling in my tummy. My head feels a little light, I really did need that food. A few post wrap burps. 5:03 – More tummy rumbling going on. Cramps have let up but the distinct feeling of being full and light pushing against my anal sphincter. 5:04 – A very small fart. 5:10 – Constant pressure but the feeling of suddenly needing to go is gone. 5:11 – Pour myself a pint of juice. 5:16 – Visit Omorashi.org and check a few massages. 5:21 – I have to pee again, yes this is what minor UI is like. And I’d rather not build up a huge pile of diapers in my room. So still in my sweat pants and hoodie, I wander down the two flights of stairs to the shared washrooms to pee. 5:22 – Sitting down to pee is hard and my tummy rumbles as I go downstairs. I get into the stall and pull down my sweat pants and Goodnites. Walking around causes a small tingling feeling in my anal sphincter and for a while I think I might need to go number 2. I’m worried that I won’t be able to only go pee and that relaxing my muscles to pee will cause me to go poo as well. At this point, not looking forward to the clean up, I almost consider just using the washroom like a big girl and forgetting the whole experiment. I decide against doing this and sit down. I don’t have to pee too much and I’m quickly done. Wiping gives me the chance to wipe my bum as well and I use several large wads of toilet paper wiping front to back to get rid of the oily feeling. It’s still there and I know I’ll need to use soap and water to get it off properly. My fears about releasing everything at once are ill founded. Though relaxing my bladder does lead to more stomach rumblings and the vibrations of the stairs bring back the cramps again. 5:28 – Washing my hands and it sounds like there is a tiny duck in my tummy. 5:29 – Back up in my room I’m beginning to rethink my activities. I’m a busy girl and the cramps are back, I can no longer concentrate on my work or even typing this out. And I need to get some work done today. So I decide to speed things up a bit. Still in my half full diaper I fill up another enema bulb with castor oil and water from my sink. Lube up the tip and carefully push it in. I need to take off my bottoms and diaper to do this properly. I should say that putting in the castor oil, even when it’s mixed with water is different. A normal enema is a little harsh when the water, no matter what temperature it is, goes in. It’s also very easy to squeeze. With Castor oil it seems thicker and you squeeze at first and nothing happens. It is very oily and doesn’t feel sharp at all going in. 5:34 – Immediately I feel full and that initial desire to release you get when you first put in an enema. I bear down and work through this. 5:35 – Almost immediate cramping. The Severe cramping on my sides and belly. Very sharp pains in my sides. My toe on my right foot is tingly too. I can feel the water colder than before pressing up against my anus. It’s a very full feeling in my entire lower body, bloated. I can smell poo as well even though I have no passed gas in a while. At one point my body unconsciously clamp down. The kind of cramps which would have kept me away from school when I was younger. 5:36 – My anus is incredibly warm all of a sudden. And I can feel my colon slowly pulsating. Strange noises are coming out all around. Suddenly I feel as though I cannot hold it anymore and tighten everything up. There is a short struggle. 5:37 – Small leak. I was forced to bear down on the last wave of cramps and tightness and while I held on (all the while my anus burning like fire), I let something out at the end, but it’s not feces, it just seemed to slide out, it must be castor oil. It felt like it seeped out completely against my will. 5:38 – Even more severe cramping. This is approaching an 8 on the scale of pain. And another powerful wave of pressure and urgency works its way through my colon ending up putting lots of pressure against my back passage. I will not give in though. I must hold on as much as I can to see what happens. Strange rumblings all over my lower body. I’m like a little volcano. 5:41 – My body responds to contractions without me thinking. My potty training is very well engrained and every time a wave-like spasm rumbles through my lower intestine, my body responds and tightens up everything down there. This doesn’t help the cramping, though they have subsided somewhat from the initial shock. 5:43 – Not so bad now, the cramping is still there but down to a 4 or 5. Very distracting. 5:46 – A small bubble of something oily escapes my bum without my consent. 5:50 – Very strong pressure building up. This one is different than the waive before, this is a very slow gradual building of pressure matched with an equal amount of pain. The cramping is terrible. I have to wiggle my legs to help distract myself from it. I cross and re-cross my ankles and as gradually as it built, the pain and pressure, which was the closest I’ve come yet to releasing, subsides. 5:51 – Only to be met with an even greater one. As this next one builds, I can feel my anus red hot, pulsing and throbbing. The next one is very strong this one could be it. I hold on as if for dear life. The pressure is increasable and the pain in my anus, as the muscles become tired from their strain, and in the cramps all throughout my lower body increases. I am typing this as it happens and my typing is frantic (with lots of spelling mistakes I later have to correct). 5:52 – The spasm end somewhat with a huge rumble all through my intestines. When it ends I can smell poo though I did not pass gas. My anus feels hot and sweaty and oily in the diaper and is exhausted by the strain of the last two considerable spasms. I clench my butt cheeks together and hold on. 5:53 – Things subside somewhat. And I am able to relax the muscles in my belly which did not even recall tensing. My shoulders and neck are also incredibly tense. Clenching my bum I can feel the oily leaks which have escaped despite my heroic efforts. I feel dirty. Naughty. A bad girl who has dirty panties, or would have dirty panties were she not wearing a Goodnite. I should note that at this point I did not put my bottoms back on, so I was sitting at my desk with a Goodnite sleepmat on my seat and in a t-shirt and pullup, having also abandoned my socks when I added the second enema. 6:04 – Feeling pretty good, is this false hubris? The cramps are there but at a more manageable level. The tightness is still there. 6:16 – Bum is burning, I don’t know if it’s the urine in my diaper or what but its super hot. My room smells like urine, the warm sweet delicious smell of pee which has been sitting in a diaper a little long. The diaper in my garbage doesn’t seem to be the source. There is a very tight knot right above my uterus, pushing down. A low background need to poo persists. 6:20 – That wasn’t a fart. I quickly bear down as I can feel my anus opening. Did I stop it all, I don’t think so, there a sort of full lumpy oily feeling at the outside of my anus now. Should I just give in? Not yet. There’s something wet and slimy in my diaper back there… 6:23 – I’m distracted by the need to pee again, it’s not urgent but it’s there. Suddenly an enormous and painful spasm rolls down by body. My entire lower abdomen is wracked with pain. It’s a 9 and I have that self-fulfilling certainty that I’m not going to hold this in. I’m half off my chair when the spasm reaches my bum and with every muscle I can squeezing my body opens and releases an enormous cascade of feces into the back of my Goodnite. It keeps flowing out of my, and I’m astounded how much there is, more so than in a normal BM. I don’t even make an effort nor do I think I could manage, to stop midway but release everything there is in one giant smelly cascade. In the distraction of the accident I hardly realize that I also release my bladder at the same time. A wet soupy stinky mess is now filling my Goodnite. 6:24 –The perfume of my pee ‘accident’ previous is replaced by a stinky poo smell. My toom stinks. Differently than my normal poo stinks but it stinks. I’m completing standing up and I can feel the poo spurred on by my pee, overwhelming the diapers defences. I bear down to stop the flow of pee and doing so also clenches my tired anus. I can feel the wet gooey mess on my inner thighs and a glob rolling wetly down the inside of my right thigh. 6:25 – I hate being in messy diapers. I’m not even the biggest fan of messing at all. The idea of it doesn’t turn me on, but the idea of the humiliation of it does. Well there was humiliation now and clean up. The image is me, in a small t-shirt and disgustingly full pullup, legs apart standing in front of my desk. Warm and yucky poo all over my inner thighs with a small drop halfway down my right thigh. Not a pretty picture. I have no idea how long this took or the play by play and was in no condition to type so the rest here is just a recollection. Now you might be asking yourself did Rachel have a plan for clean up. She has a shared washroom and show, and she can’t exactly waddle down the two flights of stairs to the toiled to dump the diaper in there and clean up by jumping in the shower… So what was my cleanup plan. And that’s one of the things which sucks with poo play, Clean Up. Such a turn off. Despite the smell and the overwhelming feeling of being dirty and oily, or perhaps partly because of this feeling I was turned on, but there was nothing I could do about it now (without likely grossing myself out, getting an infection and destroying my room and floor… it wasn’t going to happen). I like to think I’m rather smart. I am doing a PhD in philosophy and well yeah have good planning skills and my plan was as follows. I had the Goodnite sleepmat on my chair, where it was to catch any leaks, not wanting to ruin the college chair. My plan was to put that on the ground, slide out of the diaper standing on the mat, use a huge amount of babywipes I have and toilet paper to clean up as best I could and then head downstairs for a shower after bundling the whole mess up in the sleepmat. Not a bad plan. Well the first part worked. Without moving my legs I grabbed the sleepmat from behind me, dropped it and tried to spread it out with my feat. This didn’t work so I needed to bend over. Bending over made all the filthy contents of my diaper press against my skin sickeningly and a glob to ooze out my left leg hole in the gusset and spread all over my thigh. Yucky. I hate poo, why did I do this? I then stepped onto the mat and slid my diaper down. The Goodnite is not designed for this and it was overflowing. Full of a disgusting light brown mass and totally sodden through. The poo was all over the leg gussets and as I slid it down I left streaks down the insides of my legs. Yucky. I also noticed as I did that they were slippery and oily like the castor oil. I stepped out of the diaper, and heard a plop and a chunk of wet poo fell from my bum onto the mat. Good thinking on that front. And Ewww. Well I got a huge gob of toilet paper and wipe it up my bum. It was disgusting and well I’ll spare you the details here, I tried to clean up. And ended up using a huge number of wet wipe, and a whole roll of toilet paper. The problem was that no matter how much I wiped I still felt oily down there. My skin was very oily with the castor oil and it wouldn’t come off. My thighs and legs as well. And here is where the plan broke down. I wasn’t prepared to give myself a soapy sponge bath right there in my smelly room. I didn’t want to get my towels all poopy. So I had to change my plans. I wiped my feet as best I could and went to my dressed and got out the oldest yuckiest panties I had and pulled them on. I then got out the PJs I’d wet earlier and slipped into those. Flip Flops and shower kit and a change of clothes. Instead of the usual panties with a pad which I’ve been wearing recently I replaced them with another Goodnite as I was still not certain that if I gave in to the still persistent feeling of needing to pass gas, whether it would be just gas or something else. I wrapped these in a shirt and stuffed them in my bag. Finally I bundled up the huge stinky mess of paper, wipes, and poo in the sleepmat and into a very good garbage bag (along with my other Goodnites and general trash). I then Fabreezed the hell out of the room and headed downstairs. I tossed the trash out first, it really couldn’t make the garbage area smell worse. And headed over to the showers. The whole time I could feel the slick slipperiness between my thighs, my bum cheeks, my labia, I felt as though I had covered the area in lube and was walking around in it, and I was glad I was wearing the oldest pair of panties I own(ed). Anyhow I showered and used a tonne of soap. Halfway through the shower I was forced to give in to one of those farts and I had to start cleaning again when my fears were answers. My bum again became slimy and oily and I had to scrub some more. The strange thing was that the floor of the shower under my feet grew slippery as well. Very slippery so that I was worried about falling. Anyhow I cleaned up. Slipped into the Goodnite and dressed (sweatpants, t-shirt, bra, Goodnite), I balled up the panties I’d worn down. They were stained where I missed some areas in my clean up and there was an oily line running from the middle of where my vagina sits against the gusset to the back of my bum, with oily stains on the inner sides of the gusset. Yucky. I tossed them in the trash in the washroom on the way up as the trash in the shower room doesn’t have a lid and I didn’t want someone picking them out. Well back up in my room I lit some illegal incense, used more Fabreeze and wrote the last few pages. I also moisturized the heck out of my hands, face and legs where I’d scrubbed the hardest. At this point after all the clean up and the huge ordeal it was 7:45pm, I was exhausted and not the least bit turned on anymore. Though I’m certain I can recall the emotions I was feeling if ever there is the need. While I normally take pictures for you all and set up a camera and stuff I didn’t this time as I was too intent on documenting and well I didn’t want to get poo on my camera. My over all impression of Castor Oil: Ouchie. I think it will give you the desired desperate need to poo with little warning but if you get the cramping it will suck and its oily and slimy and hard to clean up. But you should try it and let us know. Hope you enjoyed it, next time I will certainly stick to number 1! Rachel
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    The user has more pee videos though 2 things to mention: 1. None are similar to this one (yet) 2. Most fall under a different category, so I have chosen not to share it (should be fairly easy to find oneself) CassieLa wetting jeans and panties.flv
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    Well this has got to be the strangest job interview ever. Interviewer casually pees herself and then gaslights the interview subject after they pee themselves.... rather strange. Enjoy, Rach

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    Well, after 16 hours of downloading, here it is :) I will say that it is much more golden showers, peeing in cups and pee drinking than it is omorashi, wetting or desperation, but there is some good stuff in there for those who are into this sort of thing.
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    I hope I speak for the community thank you for doing what you do.
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    You can hardly expect the whole world to adapt to you. She didn't make that video for you either.