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  1. 3 points
    I worked as a janitor for a number of years at a university. The university had a number of different buildings that needed cleaning and depending on the size of the building and what it was used for a number of janitors would be assigned to that building to clean it. The building I was assigned to during this time was medium to large size(8 floors). I cleaned the bathrooms on all 8 floors while my two coworkers split the 8 floors. I had done a few small wettings at work but had never gone farther than dampening my boxer briefs. I found omorashi and being abdl keeps me from most bottom dysphoria as thinking I'm a little boy and my small dick is just too little to hold that well for too long(hence spurting and having accidents, as well as dribbling whenever I get too sexually aroused) has helped alot with bottom dyshoria. Any dysphoria I do have just leads to wetting to aleviate it. The excitment from holding and spurting a little into my pants soon lead me to wanting to try more bolder things as I was pretty much alone until 8a.m. and then only a few floors had busy bathrooms meaning that it would be easy to hide my "accident's". Also needing to carry a large trash barrel that held my supplies helped. I woke up peed, drank some coffee and then drank as much water as I could before I had to be at work. I made sure NOT to use the bathroom before leaving so by the time I got there at 5a.m. I had to go but was able to maintain my composure though my bladder hurt. I wore black jeans and light grey boxer briefs and a bright red t-shirt. I was excited as I got my supplies and headed to the first floor of the day, though I had done intentional small wettings I had never held until I wet myself or completly wet. Looking at the toilets and flushing them made my need stronger and by 6a.m. it was hard to clean without clenching my legs and my bladder was very hard. I finished all the bathrooms on the busy floors and just needed to mop them by 8a.m. I took the elevator down to the janitor's closet so I could fill the mop bucket. It was nearing 7a.m. and I had to go so bad I couldn't stop shaking and noticed my little dick would twitch really hard making it really difficult for me to keep from spurting in my pants. I loved this feeling and was beyond turned on knowing if anyone saw me they would know how much of a little boy I was trying not to pee his pants(at least that's what I thought to myself). I got to the janitors closet and began filling the mop bucket seeing none of my coworkers. Hearing the water fill the mop bucket was worse then hearing the toilets flush as when the water started filling the mop bucket I felt my body start shaking more violently and my little dick began twitching hard except this time each twitch caused me to uncontrollably spurt pee in my pants and I felt my boxers begin to dampen. The spurting made my heart race and I out of unintentional panic said out loud "Oh pee" as I tried desperately to stop my little twitching dick which only made the spurts of pee come out harder and longer. The spurts felt REALLY good so I let my little dick continue to twitch spurts of pee into my now wet boxers as I stood shaking waiting for the mop bucket to fill. Once the bocket was full I shut the water off and checked to see how wet I was. I pulled my jeans down a bit and saw that my light grey boxers were very wet and the inside of my black jeans were wet it didn't show. I was still desperate but wanted to fully wet instead of a few spurts. I pulled up my jeans and got on the elevator still shaking. My little dick twitched and spurt more pee on the way up to the floor and once I got to the bathroom my spurts had become light uncontrollable stream. I stood in the bathroom and tried shakily to stop the flow but it was no use as it just made the stream more intense. All the twitching my tiny dick had done made me very turned on and I began masturbating as I watched my pee run down my pants and begin to make a puddle on the bathroom floor around me. I came while wetting which sent of torrent of piss and cum into my boxers further soaking myself. I disinfected and cleaned the floor and finished the rest of the bathrooms in the same pants. I wanted everyone to know I wet and came in my pants because I couldn't control myself which never happened as out of all the wettings I have done I have yet to be caught, or have it be seen as more than an accident. I really enjoy public wettings and humiliation. I have more stories if people are interested.
  2. 2 points
    At waterparks, I would walk around between pools letting out spurts and dribbles. I would even dare to bend over while standing in line for the slides, letting out some more spurts, before moving around all fidgety, pretending that I do need to go to the toilet badly.
  3. 1 point
    Examples of commission I've been taking
  4. 1 point
    This is about diaper messing, so I figure I should keep it separate from the omorashi dreams thread. Wednesday night I had a dream about some kind of live action D.C. Comics video. It seemed random and unscripted, so it wasn't really like a movie, but nobody ever broke character, so it wasn't really like a cosplay convention either. I don't know what it was, but I was watching it on my laptop. The interesting part dealt with the woman dressed as Harley Quinn, who was acting mentally deranged but also cutesy childlike. At one point she randomly took a dump without removing her costume or even popping a squat. "Uh-oh! Mr. J.'s not around to change me," she remarked. Indeed, the man dressed as the Joker had left for unexplained reasons. The woman dressed as Poison Ivy sighed and said, "It's okay, I appreciate the fertilizer." I'm not clear on what happened next. They probably left the stage together. I'm sure I didn't get to watch Ivy change Harley's diaper, because I'd remember that!
  5. 1 point
    Literally the dumbest thing happened to me today. I got myself so desperate again I thought my bladder would burst. So I have a part time job where I go and tutor this 6 year old boy Chinese every week. He's an Asian boy and his parent's don't know any proper Chinese so they want me teaching him. In case they somehow see this post and figure out who I am let's just call the boy Max from now on. Anyway, today was just like any other day, I go to his place and start my teaching. I usually give 2 hour lessons and today was no different. Normally, I would empty my bladder before going to his place. I'm too embarrassed to ask to use their bathroom (DON'T ASK ME WHY IM JUST SHY T.T) and even in the past when I had too pee during lessons I would hold it till I was back home before I relieved myself. But today I had sort of a hectic schedule. I had lunch with a friend I haven't seen in a while and immediately hopped over to Max's place. I drank a bit too unreservedly during lunch and I was already feeling a slight urge to pee when I got to his place. Anyway, I held onto it and carried on with my lesson. The need to pee made the lesson unbearable. At first, it was just a slight bother down there, which kept me from focusing on what I was doing. An hour later, the urge was growing into something quite hard to ignore. I kept crossing and recrossing my legs, eyeing longingly at the toilet. I kept practicing in my mind saying 'I'm sorry I need to use the toilet.' but I just felt too embarrassed to do it. Halfway through the lesson, Max's mom handed me freshly juiced orange juice and kept encouraging me to drink it. I found no polite way to refuse, and took several reluctant gulps. I could literally feel my pee hole tingling whenever I swallowed the juice. Teaching Max is so difficult when you have a bursting bladder. He's the type that wouldn't sit still and chasing him around while needing to pee was a pain. I found myself cradling my bladder like a pregnant woman when he ran off with my pencil case and every step I took made me want to pee even more. I usually have all the patience for him but this time I simply had to pee way too badly. When sitting down, I slipped my phone between my legs and pressed onto it so the corner would press onto my pee hole to relieve the pressure. But at some point even that wasn't enough so I slipped my hand down my skirt and quietly held myself. It worked fine until Max whispered to my ear 'Why do you have your hands in your skirt' and started laughing hysterically. I was so embarrassed I could feel my ears go red, and I swore I felt the urge to tape Max's mouth shut at that time. The lesson finally ended, and but that time I was REALLY desperate. i quickly said bye to Max and his mom, and made a dash to the bus station. I think I was pretty naive to think I could make it back home at that state, but I was so desperate I wasn't thinking straight. I was hopping on spot, and luckily no one was there with me, so I held myself freely. While I was waiting I was starting to loose control. My panties were a little damp and I was holding myself so hard I can’t imagine myself riding on the bus in that state. 10 minutes later the bus came, but I made a bold decision to run back to Max’s place and ask for the toilet, something which I should’ve done an hour ago. When I got to the door I rang the doorbell, but no one answered. For a second I feared they all went out or something. But then I heard Max’s voice coming from the backyard. Next to the house was a tall metal gate that led to the backyard. I stumbled over there, clutching myself to keep my pee from gushing out, and saw Max. He saw me and came over. I was quite frantic when I saw him and all I said was ‘please open the door for me’. He asked me why and asked why I was hunched. I told him I really had to pee and told him to let me in. Max then said whether I would pee myself if he didn’t let me in. At that moment I knew he was going to make a joke out of me. I did all I could and begged him to get his mom, but apparently she was working on something at the backyard and couldn’t hear us. I tried pulling the gate frantically but it was locked. Max kept taunting me and making water sounds, with no intention of letting me in. I was holding myself with both hands and so my skirt was a little rolled up, and Max said he could see my underwear and roared with laughter. I was so angry and hurt and desperate at that time I had no idea what to do. Luckily, right at that moment, Max’s mom came over to my rescue. I was so embarrassed that all I said was ‘I need to pee!’ and she quickly let me in. I ran to the toilet, yanked my panties down and peed and peed and peed. After that I had a pretty awkward send off from Max’s mom telling me that I am always free to use their toilet. She was like ‘you poooor girl!’ and asked me how long I was holding my pee for. She also told Max off for taunting me though he’s a little boy and I pretty much forgive him now that its all over. And that was the end of that.
  6. 1 point
    Very interesting and lovely story. Could you put the video on other platform because I don't have a subscription so that I can't download the video directly. Thank you!
  7. 1 point
    The last time I went pee was at around 7:30pm yesterday, it’s now about 1:30am. In that time I’ve had most of a large coffee, a medium cola, a beer for a total of about 1.24L. As of right now I have the tiniest bladder bump, but I’m feel pretty full, maybe a 6/10. My bladder is not very firm yet, but I do get quite desperate when I really push on it. I’m currently gaming until I can’t concentrate any longer due to my need to pee. I will also continue drinking. Stay tuned! Xoxo Baby
  8. 1 point
    Title: Let Go Rating: Hard-R for squick and kink? No sex in here, though. Type: Yaoi Pairings: Elricest Warnings: Omorashi (desperation/wetting), humiliation, incest. A/N: Written for a prompt at the LiveJournal FMA kink meme. ~~~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~~~ Alphonse bit down hard on his lip, trying to sneak out of bed as quietly as possible. Just inches away from him was Edward, still sleeping soundly, peacefully, not a care in the world. That is, unless Al woke him up. But poor Alphonse was trying his best to keep one hand pressed between his legs while he inched forward off the edge of the bed while not jiggling the mattress too much and not making it squeak and-- “Damnit,” he squeaked out in a tiny voice, having to pause and catch his breath, glancing over his shoulder when he heard his brother roll over. Even if Ed was asleep and couldn't see him, it was still humiliating. Al should have woken up sooner, and not just on the verge of wetting the bed. Wouldn't that have been wonderful to wake up to, wet sheets between him and his brother--his brother and his partner. His cheeks flushed darker at the thought and he pushed the imagined horrors out of his mind, finally getting to his feet and groaning as the ache in his bladder grew worse. Alphonse mentally cursed gravity; what good was it for? Keeping him on the ground, maybe. Stopping their belongings from floating off at any given moment, probably. Making the slow shuffle across his bedroom floor any easier, most definitely not. Once Al was out of the bedroom, he heaved a quiet sigh and pulled the door partway shut. Hopefully any noises wouldn't bother Edward now, he was generally a heavy sleeper. He just had to make it down the hallway and he'd be fine. The bathroom was right there. Right there. But taking that first proper step rather than continuing to shuffle and hobble like he'd been doing before was definitely a mistake. Al's muscles contracted and he squeaked, hunched over slightly in pain. “No, no!” he hissed, panting. After a few deep breaths, Al was sure that he had control of himself. A firmer press against his pajama pants reassured him that he hadn't leaked at all--thank God, he'd never forgive himself--, but the pain was still there, the urge hadn't lessened at all. So, he couldn't walk fast, he had to limp a bit. That was alright, the bathroom was still right there. It wasn't like he had miles to go, he could reach the door in just a few steps and he'd be-- Alphonse froze, feeling two arms--one felt so cold through his shirt, metallic--wrap slowly around his chest in a loose hug. “You okay, Al?” Ed mumbled, his voice soft and still holding traces of sleep. “Not like you to be up so late.” Al chewed his bottom lip and swallowed down a whine. “I-I'm fine, Brother,” he said. “Why're you up?” Edward asked. He started to nuzzle the back of Al's neck, rubbing against the soft, short hairs there. It tickled the younger blond, making a shiver run up his spine. He clenched his jaw and had to tense his body and hold his muscles tighter. When Ed felt his brother stiffen, he quirked a brow, starting to take more notice of his movements and reactions. “A-Ah...” Alphonse started, his voice suddenly dropping to a barely audible volume. The distant ticking of the clock out in the kitchen could be heard louder than Al's nervous whispering. “I-I have to... If you could let go of me...” he murmured, nodding toward the bathroom door, rather than outright saying it. Edward's eyes flickered lazily up to where Al nodded. Then he saw Al's slow fidgeting, took into account his tense muscles. And a slow, wicked grin spread over his lips. It had been ages since he'd had any real fun with his little brother. “How badly?” Edward asked in a calm voice. His hands slipped down Al's chest to rest over his stomach. He barely suppressed a shiver when he felt the edge of Alphonse's swollen bladder there, even without applying any pressure. That itself was answer enough to his question, but he wanted to hear it from his brother's lips, he needed to hear the trembling, shamed words. “B-Brother, please,” the younger said, his voice hardly a whisper. He knew that tone behind Ed's voice, he recognized it from when they were younger. Nothing good or fun had ever happened to him when Ed got like that... “Does it hurt?” Edward wasn't going to make this easy... Could he pull away, move Ed's hands and break free without losing his concentration? Or would he end up wetting himself in the process? Al breathed out a quiet noise and reached down. Gentle tugs on his brother's automail proved useless; Edward had a firm, but gentle hold around his abdomen. “It's nearly morning, Al,” Ed continued. Alphonse could hear the smirk behind his words. “And you went to bed so early last night. You must be so... close...” he whispered the last words into Al's ear, making his brother tremble and whine, nearly losing it right then and there. It would feel so amazing, the relief, but he couldn't, especially not with Edward right behind him. “E-Ed, Edward... Please, just let me... Right there,” Alphonse said, his eyes locked on the bathroom door. His voice was a little louder this time, but no less weak or strained. For a moment, it seemed as if Edward was pulling his hands away from Alphonse. But then he slid them down a bit further and pushed down on his belly, just a little. Al cried out and pressed both hands into his groin, grabbing at his cock through his pants and trying to fight back the inevitable. Tears dotted the corners of his eyes and his cheeks flushed red in humiliation, but he'd managed to avoid any damage but the smallest of leaks, just a few small droplets. “Please, don't!” he panted, pulling his legs tighter together, anything to help now. Ed's fingers rubbed slow circles over Alphonse's body, threatening to bear down and cause more pain and distress at any moment. It was bad enough to make the younger blond's bladder ache and spasm randomly, his body in fear of what it knew was coming again soon. The fact that he could see the bathroom, could see the toilet through a crack in the open door was only adding to Al's pain and desperation. It was maddening. “I wonder,” Edward whispered, “if I move your hand away, will it all just come out?” That made Al groan. He grasped himself tighter and tried to stave off another leak, but it was no use. This time, it made it through the fabric of his pajama pants, though just barely. There was the smallest of damp spots after he cut off the flow, panting and shaking from the effort, and he looked nothing short of horrified. “I bet you wouldn't even make it to the bathroom if I let go of you now,” Edward taunted, resting his chin on Al's shoulder and gazing down the hallway. His flesh hand slipped down, idly rubbing over the wet spot on Al's pants and making the poor boy clench up even more. “Look how far that is. You're barely standing under your own weight now, you'll never make it, little brother.” “N-No, I will, just let me go!” Alphonse shouted, actually trying force his way out of Ed's arms now. After one more slow, lingering press on his brother's stomach, the elder Elric dropped his arms to his sides and simply watched. Alphonse was still for a moment, then let out a soft breath of a whimper, relieved that he was free. There might have been a 'Thank you' somewhere in there, but it was hard to tell. Al was still leaking slowly, small spurts with each cautious step that he took--he'd been dripping and leaking since he'd first lost control and that wet patch had formed on his clothing--and he was getting closer and closer to... he didn't even want to think about it. Just a few more steps... He'd be alright. Even if the ache and spasms were getting worse, he'd be fine. Suddenly, Alphonse's eyes opened wide and he fell to his knees, both hands still jammed in between his legs. Hissing breaths were forced into his lungs through gritted teeth, his whole body shook visibly with the force of him holding back from letting go. Finally, a whimper slipped past his lips and the dark patch on his pajamas grew darker, slowly at first, but then quicker. Al's face was a mix of shame and relief, but mostly the latter. Nothing could taint the almost orgasmic feeling that washed over him when it finally got to be too much and his muscles gave out, letting everything just flow out. Moments later--Minutes? Seconds? He had no idea how much time had passed.--, Alphonse was left absolutely soaked and sitting atop an embarrassingly large puddle that spread out under and around him on the hardwood floor of their hallway. Edward was leaning against one of the walls, grinning and just looking down at him, clearly aroused by what he'd just seen. With a blush on his cheeks, Al glanced over his shoulder at his brother. He was going to get back at him for that; in bed. ~~~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~~~ My first and only attempt at writing omorashi outside of some RP. I wrote this back in April 2010, so it's kinda old. /o\ Hope you guys like it~ Comments are love! :D ♥
  9. 1 point
    I can't endure it! by Guglielmo A part of "[Guglielmo] Shishunki Marudashi! | Puberty fully exposed [English] " Link: [EHCove]https://nhentai.net/g/241382/
  10. 1 point
    So he's intolerant because he didn't understand something? But you're not?