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    So as many of you will know, I’ve been very excited to have come across adorable Little Mermaid panties, something for which I’ve been hunting for a while now. Of the 5 different pairs it’s hard to have a favourite, though I think it would almost certainly be the white ones with all the different characters on them. I wet these the other day while sitting on the toilet, and they were lovely. Because I know a couple of you love seeing stained dry panties, I also took pictures of these panties after they had dried (using the flash on half of the pictures so you can see the stains better): But I wanted to have a little more fun with these undies. So yesterday, I wore the pink ones, under a light summer dress. Boyshorts are great under light dresses, as if the wind catches them, and you ‘accidentally’ flash someone, it doesn’t seem as serious. They could be little running shorts or something after all, whereas a thong could not double as shorts. Anyhow, it was windy and I did have to make a grab for my skirt a couple of times, and I’m sure random passersby on the Skytrain might have caught a glimpse of pink. Anyhow, after a long and hot day, and a mildly exhibitionistic commute home, I arrived at home needing to pee. It was still relatively early in the afternoon, and delightfully warm on the patio. So I grabbed some shades, a good book, and a cold drink (iced tea), and set about reading for a while in the sun, like a little diva. Well as the urge to pee had already been at about a 6 when I arrived home, it didn’t take long for the tea to work through my system and my urge to pee increase substantially. I persisted in reading past an 8 on the scale, but soon after it became difficult to concentrate. I put my book and empty glass aside, and lay in the sun, enjoying the different sensations. Then, because I was wearing a skirt, and while still laying down, I slipped my panties down to inspect them. They were very dirty, and had a little wet spot in the gusset. A wet spot unrelated to my need to pee, or at least not directly related. I needed to pee, and I was definitely going to do it in these panties. I decided that I didn’t want to clean up the patio, or get my dress wet, so in one fluid motion I yanked off my dress and then, feeling rather naked in only my Mermaid panties and a bra, I scurried inside into the washroom. I unhooked my bra as a headed for the loo. I wanted to hold my pee longer and get increasingly desperate, but I also really wanted the feeling of warm wetness spreading over my panties and legs, and the delicious feeling of release from doing so. My body decided for me. My intention had been to squirm around in the tub for a while, but the second I stepped inside the washroom, my desperation dramatically increased in a massive wave of ‘key in latch’ desperation. Before I even had a chance to step into the tub my body released a powerful squirt into my panties. I wanted to pause an relish the feeling, but I also didn’t want to have to mop up the entire washroom, so I stepped into the tub. It didn’t take very long, I stood there for a few instants. Pressing my legs together and relishing the feeling as my wet panties cooled. And then, my legs still pressed together, my bladder released. I say my bladder released rather than I released my bladder as I only had a moderate say in the matter – the wetness of my panties and the proximity of the toilet seemed to be dictating what was happening. Anyhow, I stood there enjoying the twirling rivulets of pee adventuring down my legs, creating paths of warm wetness, followed by cooling lines and streams. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. I’m sure I let out a moan. I enjoyed the feeling of the small warm puddle forming around my legs, and the sensation of this puddle cooling as heat transferred from the tub into my pee. The smell reaching my nose made me a little light-headed and the trickling sound of the pee eventually reaching the drain tickled my ears sensuously. I stood there for a while enjoying the cooling feelings on my legs and in my panties. I wanted to share the experience with my friends here, so after a little while I looked for my phone, which I had left out on the patio! So somewhat clumsily, I dried off my feet and legs and made sure that my panties were no longer dripping, with a towel. I then scurried out on to the patio for my phone. Our patio is very secluded, but I’m sure if someone in a neighbouring apartment had binoculars, they might have enjoyed seeing an almost naked girl in wet pink Mermaid Panties running out onto her patio to retrieve her phone. They probably would have had difficulty noticing the wet spot or mermaid mind. Anyhow, I retrieved my phone, and set up to take a couple of pictures, which I hope you will all enjoy. I had hoped that the wet spot would reach all the way up to the mermaid for some reason, but it didn’t. I left the panties hanging in the bathroom to try and go an enquiring look from my hubby when he got home from the lab. This led to a quick little bit of role play, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Today, I inspected to panties and found that the wet spot had spread while they dried, and had almost made the mermaid after all. The smell of them this morning was delicious. The wet stains captivating. As I had the apartment to myself this morning, I slipped them on and pranced about the house in them, occasionally catching light whiffs of the smell of freshly dried pee. After some time doing chores about the house, I took the dried panties into the bedroom, slipped them off, and inspected them. Smelling them was intoxicating, and I will freely admit that after playing with them for a while, I was dripping with excitement and took care of some much needed business. I hope you enjoyed reading my experience! In case you are interested, all of the Little Mermaid panties are for sale (used and peed in if you like) on my website: http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties/single-post/2017/08/05/Little-Mermaid-Panties Rachel
  3. 8 points
    After first second and third spurt and after leaking respectively Not even sure you can see the wetness/the difference/anything tbh
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    This is a follow up to 'Abby's desperate bus ride', that I posted a few months back. It's a bit long, but hopefully you'll enjoy it. I'd advise familiarising yourself with the first story first, but am sure this will work as a stand alone story if not. ------------------- 6 months had past since the worst day of Abby's life. She'd been really enjoying her new job, and was delighted to be a woman, excelling in a male world. She'd been on a team building excercise, only a few months in, and whilst she'd really enjoyed the day, she was caught short on the bus on the way home. When they were stuck in traffic she was so desperate, that she ended up begging the bus driver to stop, and completely breaking down and wetting hereslf. (See Abby's desperate bus ride). She couldn't believe that she'd gotten away with it. Noone that new her had seen, and, although she got a bit of stick for her frantic dash down the bus, everyone had just assumed she made it to a toilet. I mean, thats just what grown women do isn't it. Whilst she was somewhat relieved that no-one knew her shame, she still felt absolutely humiliated. She had never thought it possible that she could get so desperate that she would lose control. She had always just assumed that no matter how bursting you felt, you could just hang on that bit longer. That hadn't been the case though. She tried and tried and tried, but there was absolutley no way she could stop it coming out, she had simply lost control and peed her pants like a toddler. She'd been outside a busy pub, and people had seen her, laughed at her, sneered at her. It had really affected her confidence, and she was certainly never going to drink a pint of lager again. Tomorrow though, she was attending a business conference in Torquay. That was a 3 hour coach journey away waith a 1 night stop over. There were 5 people going from her company, and she had been selected to be one of them. It was an honour, and her manager had told her that she was very cose to getting a promotion, which would bring with it a very welcome pay rise. She was looking forward to a bit of hob nobbing, but, she couldn't help but be terrified of the coach journey. She was 18 years old, approaching a high profile promotion, and a 2 day break, and she was terrified of wetting her knickers. The thought was ludicrous, and she knew it. She'd be fine, she just needed to plan what she was doing. The day came, and she was to meet at the coach for 9AM. She was up early, and had her usual, very much needed, morning pee. She dolled herself up with make up, and got dressed into her VERY expensive, brand new Armani business suit. It was a tight white shirt, a black jacket, and a tight black pencil skirt. She admired herself in the mirror, and she looked amazing, but she noticed straight away that her usual, comfortable cotton panties left a very noticable VPL. She cursed as she noticed and changed into her best G-String. She wasn't a fan of the thong underwear, but it was aneccesary evil to complete her look. She wasn't naive enough to not realise that the company directors were men, and her amazing looking 19 year old ass would win her many admiring glances. She went to the toilet three times after drinking her morning coffee, just releasing a tiny dribble each time, just to make sure her bladder was as empty as it could be. She noticed as she was doing it thet her skirt was quite restrictive, but it wasn't a disaster. She called a cab, picked up her bag, and waited to be taking to the meeting point, at a local McDonalds store. When she arrived, she was met by Dave, who cheerily told her he'd got her a large coffee to drink before they went. They always made each other coffee at work, so there was no way she could refuse. Her heart sank as he cheerily accepted it and took a sip. I got here early so that it'd be the perfect temperature, he beamed. He was right it was perfect, so she drank it quickly. It was ridiculous how a simple cup of coffee was causing her such a trauma. "Pull yourself together Abs" she chistised herself, "you're an adult, what happened was freak incident, you can handle a cup of coffee." They made small talk outside until the rest of the party arrived, and then she saw the bus approaching. "Won't be a sec" she whispered to Dave, "just nipping to the ladies". She had planned this thoroughly, limit your fluid intake, then make sure you pee just before your leaving. She didn't even wait for a response, she turned on her heels and went inside, heading over to the toilets at the back, she became painfully aware that the ladies room door was propped wide open with a mop bucket. She knew from previous visits that there were only 2 cubicles in a very small ladies room, and her heart started pounding. As she approached the door, a spotty male teen strolled out and started to wring out his mop. "Erm, could I go in please" she asked nervously, but the teen looked up, "Sorry miss" he said, "Some idiot has flooded the place, just give me ten minutes and I'll have it all cleaned up again". "No, no, no" her mind raced, this wasn't the plan. She had planned it so perfectly, but now she had a large coffee inside of her and her last gasp pee was being denied. "But my coach is leaving now" she said, "Sorry" replied the teen, "like I say, its gonna be ten minutes." She looked at the mens room and thought about it, but at that moment an old man approached, and she could see him looking her up and down. "FUCK" she muttered, as she had no choice but to head back out to the coach. As she got outside she noticed that everyone had boarded and the coach was already quite full. She scanned the aisle and saw her colleagues about half way up. "Over here", said Dave "I've saved you a seat". He was obviously interested and trying to impress, and Abby had to admit that she wasn't disappointed, Dave was hot, the very epitome of tall dark and handsome. As she walked over she was greeted by Colin, who was on the seat behind them, literally shouting, "here we are, at last, has the little girl gone pee pee, we don't want any incidents like last time do we?". She was absloutely mortified, her cheeks blushed beet red as she prayed for the earth to swallow her up. "Why, what happened?" asked Dave, "Well" started Colin eagerly, "It was after that team building shit, we'd been in the boozer and then hit a bit of traffic, we were only ten minutes from home, and Abby here made a right show of herself, dancing around, grabbing herself, begging the driver to pull over so she could run into a pub and use the facilities". She felt like crying, she'd never been so embarrassed. The only positive was that they had no idea how badly it had actually ended, they all assumed she'd made it. She did a little giggle as she sat down. "Shut Up Colin" said Dave, "I'm sure she doesn't need reminding about it from some old perv like you does she". "Could have been worse" he said "That Katarina from accounts dashed out and dropped her knickers on the motorway, pissing like a bloody racehorse she was, never seen anything like it mate, I swear to god" "Don't worry about him" said Dave as she sat down, "dirty old bastard probably got off on it, look at him, he's definitely getting none at home. You must've been bursting to have asked the driver to pull over?" "OH FUCK" she thought, her mind racing, this was the last thing she needed, she thought there was a chance of her and Dave getting together, now they were sat on a coach, in a terrifying condition, and he was asking questions about the time she wet her knickers!" "Oh, I was" she replied sheepishly, "everyone was, all the lads went on the motorway, and poor Katerina couldn't wait. It was a bladder buster for sure" she tried to make light of it. "Thank God for pubs eh!" he said jovially, "Imagine if you'd have had to queue!" "hehe, yeah" she giggled, "that would have been really bad!" The topic was changed shortly afterwards, and they all started talking shop. Abby scanned around the coach, and noticed it was a much more even split. There were employees from allover the company on board, and it was probably a 70/30 split of men to women. She looked at her watch. It was 9:20, they were due to arrive at 12, she'd be fine, she told herself. Around 90 minutes later, and Abby was panicking. She'd become acutely aware of a need to pee around half an hour ago, and her need had been steadily rising since, and she was now at a level she would describe as bursting. She wasn't desperate, not yet, and she was nowhere near the level she was at when she lost control, but she was definitely needing to go, you know, the sort of level where you drop what you're doing and make finding a toilet your priority. Only, it couldn't be her priority. She was on a bus, and there was nowhere for her to go. A look at her watch told her there was just over an hour to go, and the thought of that made her want to burst into tears. Not only was her need becoming more pressing, but what she had also realised was that, in her current attire, there was no way of helping herself. She couldn't sit on her heel without flashing her intimate parts, and her skirt was so tight she couldn't press between her legs, hell, she couldn't even cross her legs. She was bursting for a wee, with over an hour to wait, and all she could do was press her thighs together and pray. For ten minutes she sat there, panicking, her heart pounding, and her mind replaying over and over the humilition of weeing in her knickers, the humiliation of begging the bus driver to stop, and even the humiliation of Colin taunting her, and Dave questioning her. Her predicament seemed to be making her need worse, as she wanted to go more and more, involuntarilly starting to jig her leg up and down. Dave noticed this immediately. "Are you OK?" he questioned. "Erm, yeah" she stammered, stopping dead still instantly, "its just, erm, well, erm, I'm a bit cold", "ahh, don't worry Abs, we're stopping at the services in a second, I'll get you another coffee to warm you up!" She almost gasped out in joy at what she'd heard, "Are we stopping?" she gasped, desperate to make sure she'd not misheard, "yes, a couple of the girls upfront asked for a toilet stop, so we're nipping into the services", sure enough, as he said it, she saw the coach pulling off the motorway. The thought of relief seemed to increase her need yet further, as her heart skipped a beat. Her bladder pulsed, but she hardly cared, she was going to make it to a toilet! As soon as the coach stopped, everyone stood up and started to dash forwards, the driver said something bout ten minutes, but no-one was listening. Abby tried to appear calm, but there was only one thing on her mind, getting to the Ladies room, and quickly. She was walking as fast as she could, trying desperately to keep her thighs pressed together. "toilets, toilets, oh where are they" she muttered as she dashed through the main doors. Dave shocked her by putting his hand on her shoulder, "are you coming for a drink?" he enquired. Abby could've slapped him, she needed to be pouring liquid out of her body, not putting more in! "I'll catch you up" she said, through gritted teeth, as she caught sight of 3 of the girls from the coach dashing towards the huge "TOILETS" sign. "Come on" she muttered as she dashed towards it, rounding the corners, and pushing open the door labelled "LADIES", her need intensifying yet more at the thought of glorious relief. "Yes, yes, yes" she said out loud, as she almost fell into the ladies room, to be faced with 4 bolted doors, and 7 women waiting outside them. "OH" she gasped, a bit too loudly, as she joined the queue, and started to jig up and down. The 7 ladies waiting were all from the coach, and the woman at the front was making a hell of a fuss! "PLEASE HURRY" she shouted at the bolted doors "PLEASE" as she shouted she hoiked up her skirt to her waist, pressing hard between her legs, "OH GOD HURRY" she begged again, "Don't make me wet myself!" "Calm down Laura" said the next girl in line. "I can't wait, I can't" she said, as a toilet flushed, "Oh fuck YES" she shouted, "PLEASE let me wee" as the bolt slid across the girl was already pulling down her knickers, pushing the woman coming out and dashing past her, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she gasped, as the sound of an almighty torrent of pee filled the room. "She wasn't joking was she?" said the girl infront of Abby in the queue, "Oh god that sound is doing nothing for me though, I'm bloody bursting here, these coach trips are a nightmare for us girls aren't they?" Abby just giggled and nodded as her bladder pleaded with her to empty it. When, at last, it was her turn Abby could barely walk, she was shuffling forwards, pressing her thighs together for all she was worth, as soon as she was in the privacy of a cubicle she went into a full blown pee dance as she fought to hold on foor the last couple of seconds. Her skirt was so tight accross her bladder, as she fought to hoik it up. "Come on, come on she said, as she bunched it higher and higher, just enough til she could grab the waistband of her panties, "Oh yes she gasped, yanking them down to her knees. as soon as they were clear, a blast of pee shot from her before she was even sitting, and as she collapsed onto the toilet she relaxed, and blasted her urine into the toilet below. The relief she felt was so overwhelming, she almost burst into tears. "Ahhhhhhh" she sighed, as her gushing stream quickly faded into a trickle. It felt so, so good, as her most intimate parts throbbed and tingled, and her agonised bladder finally felt empty. "Oh god I needed that" she thought, but was quickly snapped back to reality when she heard another girl outside her door crying out for her to hurry. She gave herself a long, luxurious wipe, shuddering with pleasure at the feeling she got as her hand brushed over her, now, sensitive parts. She noticed, as she pulled up her expensive panties, there was a slight dampness between the legs, but she smoothed down her Armani skirt, and unbolted the door. She was pushed aside by a desperate young girl, who already had her skirt hoiked up around her waist, but Abby washed her hands and made her way back out. Dave was waiting for her outside the ladies room, with another large coffee. He handed it to her, saying "you've been ages, was everything alright?". "Oh yes" she replied, "there was just a bloody queue, there always is in the ladies, you men don't know how lucky you are!". She played it cool, giving away no hint of the intense panic that had filled the ladies room just moments earlier! They strolled off back to the coach and took their places. Abby reflected again on how bursting she'd been, after she'd been so careful too. What was it on these coach trips that always made her need a wee? The rest of the journey passed without any issue, it was only 45 minutes, but Abby was painfully aware of what a state she would have been in without that pitstop. She was feeling the effects of the coffee already, but she was fine, they'd made it to the conference centre! As they all departed from the coach, they were greeted by Tony. Tony was the regional manager, and the man they were all out to impress. He spoke to some of the guys first, and then turned to address Abby. "Hi there dear, I hear you are speaking too? I'm really looking forward to finalising your notes with you, I have to say, a beautiful young lady on that stage will make a very refreshing change, you could be our secret weapon, come on lets go". Abby was both flattered and appalled. She hated male chauvenism, and just wanted to be treated equally, but then, she was there to impress. She was the 4th of their companies 5 speakers, and the speeches were due to begin in about 90 minutes time. She was feeling nervous, but eager to please. She thought they were having lunch first, but Tony led them all off into a small office. The other women were involved in much more menial stuff, and Abby was sat with some of the biggest names in the company. She was somewhat overawed to be honest, but glad that she still had Dave by her side. "OK folks" started Tony, "the bad news is, we aren't having lunch, but, I have some sandwiches and drinks coming through. We really need to make the most of today, we could secure some life changing business, so we need to get it right." As he spoke, the doors opened, and an astonishing platter was layed out infront of them. Abby wasn't really hungry, her stomach was doing summersaults, but she gratefully poured herself a cup of coffee. The next 45 minutes passed so quickly. She was in a different world. She was delighted to be there, but terrified of making a howler and messing up the whole day. She was a 19 year old girl on her first conference. Of course the directors knew this and she was briefed fully. She sipped through 3 cups of coffee without even thinking about it, when, 30 minutes before the speeches began, they were told to have a break. Abby was grateful of this, as she could, once again, feel her bladder starting to demand her attention. A quick trip to the ladies room would be very welcome indeed. She stood up, but Tony said, "Abby, would you mind waiting behind, I could do with a quick 5 minutes with you". Her heart sank, but she agreed and retook her seat whilst everyone else left the room. Tony started talking to her about who was who, and how to impress them. He complemented her on her suit, saying it was just the look that screamed professional business woman, the minutes ticked by as her bladder slowly filled, until there was only 5 more minutes left until the speeches were due to begin. Her bladder now was starting to become distracting, and the thought of having to hold it throughout was not a good one, so she knew she would have to excuse herself. "I'm sorry sir, but could I just quickly freshen up before we begin?" "Oh, yes, of course" he replied, "do hurry though, as we don't have much time" "I will" she replied, standing up, "I won't be a minute" She turned and headed for the door, but it flung open and she was greeted by a flustered looking man. "Tony, are you planning on joining us?" he almost shouted, "speeches are starting in 5 minutes, get through here now" "Sorry love" he added, looking Abby up and down, "You must be Abigail, I'm Martin, the company director". She did a little curtsey, partly out of respect, and partly to stop herself jigging about, now she was standing, her bladder was demanding her full attention. "Abby's just nipping to freshen up" said Tony, but he was shot down immediately, "No time for that, don't worry dear, you look amazing, come on now", Tony stood, and they were led away before Abby could protest. They moved swiftly down the corridor, passing the ladies room as they went. She thought about just ducking in, but it was more than her job was worth, so she continued into the conference room. As she entered she saw her friends, giving a nervous smile and wave, but Martin kept on leading her to thefront of the conference hall. It was absolutely packed, there must have been about 400 people in there, and the thought of speaking infront of these people sent a shiver through her. She was led to the very front of the room and up onto the stage by Martin, who sat right next to her. "OK" he said, "I hope you've got a great speech prepared, this is such a big day for the company, and I've heard nothing but great things about you. If you nail this you are in line for a very healthy bonus." Without further ado, introductions began, and the first speaker was introduced. Abby's mind was racing, she looked out over the sea of people as the first guy started to talk, in a really dull, and monotone voice. She was barely paying attention though as she looked at the very back of the room, lit up like a beacon to taunt her was a sign for the LADIES. Her bladder was making itself known, and felt even worse now the nerves had started to kick in. A quick glance at the running order told her that hers was the 5th, and final speech, not the 4th as she'd been told earlier. The first speaker droned on for just over 25 minutes, during which Abby's need rose alarming quickly, she kept having furtive glances accross towards the ladies room door wondering if she could make a quick dash for it between speeches. When the first guy finally finished everyone stood to applaud, Abby followed suit, but to her horror the second speaker was introduced immediately. Martin leaned over to her and said, "Well I hope yours is better than that yawn-fest, that was bloody awful", "haha, I'm glad you said that" giggled Abby, "I hope they don't all last that long". She was desperate to hear that the speeches would be over quickly, because without an interval there was no way she wouldn't have very wet knickers after 2 and a half hours. "They seem so much longer when they're so boring don't they" he repeated, giving nothing away. The second speech was slightly shorter, but no a lot, it was another 20 minutes, and by the end of it Abby was starting to get seriously bursting. She was pleased with the chance to stand up to applaud, and as she frantically looked towards the ladies room, she saw 2 girls near the back make a quick dash for them. How she longed to do the same, she looked over to Martin, who was applauding furiously. He was terrifying, but it was starting to get urgent, "Erm, could I please just..." started Abby, hardly beleiving what she was abut to do, but she had to ask to be excused for a second. "It's OK Abigail" said Martin, talking right over the top of her, "I know what your thinking, more coffee, I'm on it", he shouted over a waitress and ordered large lattes for everyone up on the stage. Abby could have screamed, more coffee was absolutely the last thing she needed, she started to protest, but the third speech was being introduced, she had no choice but to just squeeze her thighs together and sit back down. The coffees arrived 5 minutes later and Abby was starting to bounce her legs around, her need was getting so very urgent. As she sipped slowly at her coffee she convinced herself that there had to be an interval after this speech, and if there wasn't she would have to admit her need and make a frantic dash for it. As the speech droned on Abby was getting more and more desperate. She was trying to keep her thighs pressed together tightly, as her feet beat on the floor like a drum. 25 minutes he went on for and by the end she was nearly beside herself, as she stood up to applaud, she felt like she was going to lose control. She bent double, and was about to beg Martin for a wee when to her absolute delight, the speaker announced a short, ten minute interval. "Oh thank god" she gasped out loud, as she made her way to the edge of the stage. The sound of chairs scraping across the floor filled the room, as Martin stopped her, "Should we go through your speech again" he asked, but there was no way she could be denied, she absolutely had to have a wee, it was becoming extremely urgent. "NO" she stammered a bit too loudly, barely stopping her frantic dash, "I need to, I mean, I'm just nipping to the ladies room quickly", He tried to protest, but she was like a woman possessed. storming past him towards the sign she'd been staring at for the past hour. Her bladder was screaming at her, just like it had been in the services earlier, she absolutely had to wee, she needed it. "Just hold on girl" she thought, as she gritted her teeth. To her horror though, as she got to the ladies she was greeted with a queue snaking out of the door. "No no no no no, not now" she muttered as she joined the end of it. There must've been 15 people waiting outside the door, with good knows what sort of drama going on inside. This could not be happening she thought, as she stood in line, trying to hide her frantic desperation. 10 minutes later, the queue had started to die down, and she was just at the enterence to the door. There was no hiding it anymore, she was desperate, absolutely bursting for a wee, she was grinding her thighs together and bobbing up and down, as she peered past the woman infront of her she could see that there were just 3 cubicles, and still about 5 desperate ladies before her. Her mind raced, and her heart pounded, as a toilet flushed and the woman at the front dashed in. At that moment she heard an announcement that caused her to yelp out. "OK, thats the end of the interval, please make your way back to your seats". She couldn't be late, she was on the stage, next to the main company director, but she had to wee, she absolutely had to, there was no way she could hold it for another hour, and certainly no way she could give a speech like this. It was now or never, she pushed past the woman in front of her and ran to the front of the line. She was greeted by an 18 year old PA, who was pressing a hand into her crotch. Abby's mind raced, as she started to beg, "Please, please, please can I cut the line" she pleaded, as the young girl looked horrified. There was a protest from a girl three girls back, but Abby continued, "Look, its an absolute emergency, I'm absolutely bursting for a wee, and they're calling for us back". "We all are" said the girl second in line, "Fuck off and wait your turn like everyone else". "I know" stammered Abby, "But, but I'm on the stage, and have a presentation to do, I have to go back now, but I absolutely must wee first, if I don't I'll wet myself for sure". Her pee dance was getting more and more frantic as she spoke, but the girl at the front almost broke down. "I neeeeeeedddd to weeeeeee" she wailed, "I'm sorry but I'm bursting, Its starting to come out". At that moment Sue came charging into the ladies room, her terrifying line manager. "Abigail, what on earth are you doing in here, everyone is back on that stage apart from you, Martin looks fucking seething, you're showing us all up". At that moment, a toilet flushed, and the heavenly sound of a lock sliding open filled the room. "Please" begged Abby, looking longingly at the next girl in line, but she just pushed past her, lifting her skirt as she went, revealing an already substantial wetspot on her baby pink knickers. Seconds later the sound of a huge, hissing deluge filled the room, as the PA gasped out in relief. "NOW" commanded Sue, staring at Abby. Her bladder screamed, as the thought of not being able to pee tormented her, then out of nowhere, SSSSSS, she lost control, just for a second, but it was enough, she hoiked up her skirt and thrust both of her hands between her legs. "SUE" she begged, praying almost for divine intervention. "I absolutely must pee, and they wont let me cut the line". "There's no time" said Sue, "I need you out here now, you'll have to hold it." "I can't" she gasped, "I really can't, its coming out now" She was frantic at that point, and saw a cocktail glass on the side. Her mind raced, she had to find some relief, she grabbed it, pulled aside her panties, and thrust it between her legs. Immediately a blast of pee shot from her tightly clenched lips, and as she allowed herself to relax her stream blasted out at incredible force. The girl at the front of the line started to protest, "You dirty bitch, stop it, oh god, oh please stop it" she was in a furious pee dance, and watching Abby find relief was clearly not helping her. Sue stormed over, just as the glass filled, and it was so hard to stop peeing, as her bladder just wanted to empty itself. "UUUMMMPH" she grunted as she got herself under control. She placed the glass on the side, it was full to the brim of frothing, almost clear business woman piss. "I'm so sorry" she said to Sue, "I absolutely had to do that". Her stomach still ached, and her bladder demanded its full relief, the pain of having to hold on again once the floodgates had opened was agony. The glass was only small, probably about 150ml, and she felt like she had an ocean trying to thrash out from between her legs. "I'll deal with the disgusting show I've just witnessed later on, but get back on that stage this instant" replied Sue, with a face like thunder. She ushered her towards the door of the Ladies, with a bladder still uncomfortably full. She was panicking as she headed back to the stage. How much longer would it be til she could finish her wee. She tried to convince herself that now she'd taken the edge off it, she'd be fine, but she felt anything but fine. She pressed her thighs together as she staggered back up to the stage, where she was greeted by Martin, who looked bright red. "ABIGAIL" he boomed, "Where the hell have you been, do you realise how important these speeches are, I knew it was a risk putting a little girl in charge of the most important one, people kept telling me you were driven, that you had something special, but you don't seem to be taking this seriously at all!" Her bottom lip started to quiver. She couldn't cry, not here, but her bladder screamed at her and she was being literally shouted at by the most important man in the company. "I'm sorry sir" she started, "but, erm, well there was a line" she barely even knew what she was going to say. She certainly couldn't tell him the whole story of what had happened in the ladies room, or admit to the fact that she was still easily as bursting as she'd been when the coach stopped earlier and frantically panicking about the possibility of wetting her knickers. "I don't care" said Martin, "I just hope your speech is good, you better not let me down" As he said it the master of ceremonies started to talk, and introduced Abby up the the front. She'd put so much work into her speech that she had to focus. The first ten minutes went well, but her bladder seemed to be filling more. She knew it was the coffee, and she involuntarilly started to bob up and down, rubbing her thighs together. Her need was coming in waves, each one seemingly a litte more urgent than the one before. She started to sweat as she ploughed on through, desperately trying to appear calm and relaxed, but she could hear people whispering. By some miracle she made it to the end of her speech, and actually pressed her hand into her crotch, almost as a celebration. Her mind raced. She'd actually done it, that was it, it was time to pee! Then Martin stood up and took the mic. Abby looked longingly accross to the Ladies room, she knew hers was the last speech, should she just run for it now. Her bladder sensed this thought and demanded it. "Umph" she grunted, as she bobbed up and down. Martin announced over the microphone that they were opening the floor to any questions, to any of speakers, and immediately a sea of hands shot up. Looking at more denial, she felt her legs starting to shake, she didn't know what to do. She'd been so focussed on making it to the end of her speech, that she'd almost convinced herself that would be the end of her trauma. Martin pointed to the first question asker, but Abby was barely listening. "Yes, erm, question for young Abigail, what is it like being a young girl succeding in such a male dominated industry." "Abby" said Martin, handing her the mic. She hadn't prepared for this, she couldn't think straight, her bladder burned, it needed release, sweat poured from her brow, as she started a subtle, but obvious pee dance. "Erm" she stammered "Its erm, yes, its good, all of my male colleagues have been very helpful" She was almost floored by an incredible urge. She looked accross to the Ladies room. Her mind screamed at her to make a run for it, her bladder demanded she run for it. The question asker pushed for more, "At such a young age too, you've done incredibly well, do you see yourself progressing right to the top of the company" "PEE, PEE, PEEEEEEE" her mind screamed, "THE LADIES IS JUST THERE" Out of nowhere, another urge, almost as big as it had been the day she'd wet herself outside weatherspoons. A blast of pee escaped her tightly clenched lips, and soaked into her expensive panties. She tried to press her hand between her legs, but her skirt was too tight, she couldn't get any pressure where she needed it so badly. Another spurt escaped, this time causing a rivulet that she could feel dripping down her thigh. Everyone was staring at her, but she had to pee, right this second! It was, undoubtaby the worst moment of her life. She could hear people sneering and laughing at her, but she was out of control, on stage, and actively starting to wet herself. "I'm err, I'm sorry" she stammered into the mic, "I erm, that is, I'm sorry, I just need a quick break". She dropped the microphone onto the floor and just ran towards the Ladies. She could hear Martin saying something, and others told her to wait, but there was literally only one thing that mattered. More pee escaped from her, as she staggered accross the room. "I'm sorry" she cried, as she went, "I'm so sorry, I have to, I can't wait." Sue stood and tried to block her path again, but she was like a woman possessed. Any delay now, would be absolutely disasterous, she was literally out of control. "Abigail, get back on that stage this instant" commanded Sue, but she didn't even break stride. "I need a weee" she gasped as she pushed open the Ladies room door and saw an open cubicle infront of her. It was literally too much, the sight of a toilet was what she'd been dreaming of for so long, that she started to release as she frantically hoiked up her tight skirt. She could feel pee cascading from between her legs, as she pulled aside the gusset of her panties and collapsed onto the toilet, without even bolting the cubicle door. The relief she felt was like nothing she had ever encountered before, as she literally exploded a deluge of pent up pee into the bowl below. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she gasped "oh my god, I've needed this for so long, oh a pee, oh I thought I'd never get to do it" she was crying as her stream dwindled down to a trickle, sobbing and peeing for all she was worth. She was lightheaded and the whole bottom half of her body tingled and relaxed. She seemed to pee on for ages, before finally she felt empty. Only at that stage did she assess the damage. She stood up and immediately felt how wet her panties were, she she removed them. She was also mortified to feel the inside of both thighs, and then noticed the streaks running down the back of her ridiculously expensive designer skirt. The mess she'd made on the floor of the, clearly, well maintained Ladies room was clear for all to see too. At that stage, Sue came charging in. Abby expected the telling off of her life, but seeing the state that she was in, she saw a different side to Sue. Her make up had run down her face where she had been crying, and her glistening legs, streaked skirt, and sopping wet panties in hand clearly showed there'd been quite a serious accident. "Oh my God Abby" said Sue, "What on earth happened, how can you just pee yourself" Abby, still crying started "I don't know, I had to go so bad, I told you I had to go. I couldn't wait, I tried, I really tried, I got through my speech, and then there was questions, it hurt, and I tried to stop it but my skirt was tight and I needed it, and I wet myself!" she cried more as Sue hugged her. "Do you have a weak bladder or something?" questioned Sue "We've all had to go at these events, but you don't just wet yourself." "I don't know Sue, but I premise I couldn't help it". "Get yourself cleaned up and I'll tell them you're ill she said, as 2 giggling girls came into the Ladies. Abby locked herself back inside her cubicle and dried her legs. She'd made a huge show of herself, but as much as she tried to think about all she could think about was the coach trip back tomorrow!! But that's another story.....
  5. 7 points
    Cute girl in wetsuit is desperate to pee. She dances around trying to hold it in. No wetting is shown, but it is implied that she starts peeing in the end. Again, no peeing is actually shown. Julia's PP Dance.mp4
  6. 6 points
    I've been lurking on this website for a while and decided to make an account now that I have something to add. Hope you enjoy :)
  7. 6 points
    Been here (Middle East) deployed for a couple months now, finally got internet set up to where I can access omo again! I have a lot of catching up to do... anyway I just saw a post about wetting and chastity and I completely agree, I actually have devised a rig that I successfully used before I left. It's a bit of a fabrication I made to a pair of tight jeans but here is what I did. I started with a steel ring that was had the slightest break in it and ran it through the small hole in the zipper pull and using a plumbing crimp tool closed the gap so it basically made a ring that was permanently attached to the zipper. (No way of getting it off without tools, so not the key ring type.) once I had that done I picked up a small airline luggage lock and a very fine chain from the hardware store. (The kind used for hanging small light fixtures, the rings were only about a quarter inch around. It's small and smooth and very very strong.) a simple trim to match my waist size and I ran it through the belt loops of my jeans and ran the lock through each end of the chain and the permanent ring on the zipper with it all the way up. With a leather belt on and the lock tucked underneath it there was no way of telling that anything was there 100% hidden. all that was left was for me to test whether or not it worked and I wanted to know for sure one way or another. Not just me pretending it worked I wanted to be absolutely sure... so all locked in and feeling confidant that i could probably pull a escape act if need be I left both the keys to the lock on the bathroom sink and left a drive. Stopping on my way out of town I drank a cup of coffe, a 32 ounce Gatorade and grabbed a bottle of water and got back on the highway. Now the thing I hadn't realized is that as my bladder fills I usually loosen my belt to relieve the pressure.... my plan had eliminated that relief and about an hour in my water was gone and I was SQUIRMING like mad in my seat. Still an hour from home I decided to turn around and head back (the whole point of my drive was to put time and distance between me and the keys) 15 minutes into my trip back I felt it... the first leak... I knew I didn't want to soak my seat and the towels were in the trunk. I made it another few miles on the highway and pulled off into a rest area. Jumped out of my car and rushed in not even thinking about what I had done to sabotage my efforts. When I'm on the verge of an accident my mind isn't the sharpest. Arriving at the open stall I quickly locked the door behind me and dancing in place undid my belt... the chain was so tight. There I was legs crossed bouncing up and down hunching forward shaking my legs, with one hand on my crotch keeping all those fluids in while I fought. I tried everything. Pulling the chain up only made my zipper go higher, trying to get the zipper down was no use, I pulled with everything I had and only managed a half inch of play before the chain tightened and stopped it. That's when I realized I was in a busy rest stop and I couldn't get my pants down... the plan had worked well... too well... as I started to try to get the ring apart I felt it... warm and wet spreading... I couldn't stop the flow and to minimize it running down my legs I sat on the toilet and let it run everywhere... it was BLISS. I wish I would have found this out more than a week before I left, needless to say the jeans are washed and awaiting my return.... need I continue?
  8. 6 points
    It's from a smaller subreddit so most here have likely never seen it and it's full of stories. Enjoy.
  9. 6 points
    Here's something absolutely hot! http://omogirlsanddiapers.tumblr.com/post/164179955003 A girl wets herself while her sister (?) sits next to her on a couch!
  10. 6 points
    Does this count as swimwear wetting? :p
  11. 5 points
    yesterday I meant to get into work way early, at 7am. So I shifted my routine. I woke up at 5am, had my two glasses of water, worked out, and did with some yoga. I had a light breakfast and got going. I didn't need to pee, so I neglected to do so before heading out. I made it to my bus stop with time to spare, and was waiting for my bus. Unfortunately for me, I soon noticed that I did, after all, need a pee. I had a dilemma on my hands. If I were to go back home and pee, I may miss the bus. If I missed the bus, I'd be late. So I kept waiting for the bus. And waiting, and waiting. I was at the stop for 45 minutes! It was ridiculous. I definitely would have had the time to pee, which was frustratig to think about. But what was even more frustrating was that water and tea I had for breakfast hitting my bladder. I was straight up at a 6/10, shifting from foot to foot. My penis was quite keen to urinate. Just as I was about to risk ot and run home for a hurried piss, the bus finally came. I got on the bus, choosing a seat at the back. The ride to work was only 30 mins, and we both know I have great holding ability. I wasn't worried, but I wasn't enjoying this either. About halfway there, my urge shot up to an 8/10. My leg started bouncing, I could feel my bladder pressing into my leather belt. My penis was slightly enlarged. This was not fun. To my horror, the bus stopped. The driver announced technical difficulties, and told the passengers to wait for the next bus that would pick us up in 20 mins. I had been so close to relief! And now another 20 mins stood between me, my penis, and urinal. Frustrated, I got off the bus with everyone else. I found a wall to lean on as I waited for the next bus. It was getting hard to hold it all in. I casually crossed my legs, and held my backpack in front of me, slyly pressing it against my crotch. I tried not to look at my watch, but kept checking it anyway. By the time the next bus came, I was unsure how much longer I would be able to control my bladder. Standing up straight felt like I was about to leak. My penis was shaking. I was bouncing around. I think people noticed too. I sat down on the bus, glad that I could hide my erection. My penis was a solid rod in my briefs, pointing directly forward. I suffered through the rest of my ride to work. I no longer cared that I was late, I just wanted to pee and for this desperation to end. I got off at my stop, and flat out ran to the closest bathroom. I was at a 9/10. Not leaking yet, but the urine was right at the tip. I arrived at the bathroom to find it closed for cleaning. I had to grab myself then and prevent the spurting. I went up a floor, grabbimg my penis every few steps. There was no one around, but I still would have done it because I intended to stay dry. I almost considered emptying my bladder into the potted plant on the stairs, but resisted. Finally, I made it to a open men's room! I hurried to the urinal, and as I stoof in front of it, I did spurt a bit in my briefs from the pressure of opening my belt! I quickly unizpped, fished out my now semi hard penis, aimed with difficulty, and let loose. My stream was weak due to the erection, which drove me crazy because it felt like I was not getting relief fast enough. I stood there, my dick dripping like a leaky faucet for over 2 mins. I think I peed out some of it, but I couldn't take it anymore, so I tucked myself back into my pants and went to work. About 20 mins later, when the erection subsided, I had to rush to the bathroom again and have a massive piss.
  12. 5 points

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    a japanese film about a japanese schoolgirl wets when talking to boy or being to close to boys

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  13. 5 points
    About five years ago while I was living in Calcutta (or Kolkata) I had a friend called Sunetra. Cheerful and bubbly girl that she was, parties were a regular affair for her. She used to live just a few minutes away from my apartment and hence we'd often hang out together. One thing she always wanted me to do was join her to go hit a big party some place. Now I'm not a very big enthusiast for huge parties and massive gatherings of strangers dancing (if you can call it that) to some EDM crap (sorry if you're an EDM fan :p). Despite all this, since it was New Year's Eve my friend Sunetra wouldn't leave me be about attending a party with her. We went to this New Year's Eve Bash at some 'Ibiza Festival', whatever that is. This being New Year's, it was peak winter in Calcutta. Calcutta does not get anywhere near ass cold as where I live now, but the temperature legitimately drops to around 10 degrees at night. The weather would play an important role in why I consider my only EDM party an evening well spent. As we reached there we were thronged by hundreds of people in the arena. We drank, we danced (I attempted to at least) and smoked some good stuff straight from the hills. All in all things were going well. Now alcohol tends to go right to my bladder, which is why I had already popped out to the port-a-potties for a leak, but after about three hours into the party I realized that Sunetra had been drinking copiously, but made no sign to go to the restroom. But the swilling alcohol and the cold weather eventually combined for her to come up to me while looking somewhat fidgety and ask "Hey did you notice where the toilets are around here?" I took her to the port-a-potties which was a ten minute walk away. During this time her desperation seemed to increase in leaps and bounds. She got increasingly shifty and began crossing her legs while pausing for breath every few seconds. I remember it clearly as yesterday. Even in the cold there was sweat glistening on her forehead. Her breasts seem to undulate and heave rhythmically; I could see them fit to burst through her tight tank top. I suddenly thought that her straining bladder must have been as fit to burst as her breasts seemed to metaphorically strain through her tight top. Her skinny jeans made her act of wiggling her butt in her urgent need even more prominent. But I digress. Mired in my own thoughts (and thankful for my jeans covering my raging boner) we reached the toilets. As you can imagine the weather and the whiskey had had a similar effect upon most of the other girls at the party. Both toilets had a line of more than twenty increasingly desperate women. Sunetra bit her lip and joined the line. I could hear her muttering under breath praying for the the line to move faster. She turned to look at me worriedly and finally blushed as her hand slowly crept down between her legs and furtively grabbed her crotch. She didn't want me to see that but desperate times call for desperate measures. After fifteen minutes during which time Sunetra went into a full-blown pee dance, she finally walked out of the queue and desperately asked me to find another place for her to relieve herself. We went looking near the line of bushes and trees which marked off a somewhat wooded area behind the concert arena. However, just as in many other ways in this country the men seemed to have it easier. There was a whole row of men happily urinating away on the field and around the trees with not a care in the world. Now I knew Sunetra was shy and sure enough after hesitating for a second she looked at me and said "Let's get out of here." 'Why don't you just go beside a tree? I'll give you cover." (Me still being a good friend) "No, thanks. There are guys here and...I'll try my luck with the ladies room" There we were back at the restroom line and soon enough the inevitable happened. After a few more minutes Sunetra started clearly tearing up. Her urgency had driven her to her limit. I grabbed her arm and started marching her of towards the parking lot back to our car. But it was not much use. After a second her urethra could obviously not take the pressure of the urine inside her any longer. She grabbed my arm. There was a lot of force in that grip. Desperation has so many interesting physical manifestations doesn't it? Her breath caught in her throat and her fingers clenched her privates for dear life but the dam had burst. Her jeans quickly darkened as an ever darkening stream of urine radiated out of her womanhood to cover her legs and the back of her jeans. Consoling her I finally got her to the car. Because of the cold winter air I put the heater on inside the vehicle and put her in the back seat. "I di...didn't mee..mean for you to se--ee that" was all she could stammer. her body was sagging physically from the mortification and shame of what had just transpired. I quickly peeled her jeans and drenched panties off. There was no complaint. I carefully began to clean her legs up with cotton wipes and tissues. As I reached further up her bare, soft legs, towards her inner thighs I could not tear my eyes away from the spectacle of her uncovered vagina. The soft downy pubic hair looked even more enchanting under the dim streetlight filtering in through the windscreen. A prominent clitoris and oh so delicate lips, like metaphoric flower petals. I could get why a lot of the flower comparisons happened when it came to the pussy in the literature of passion. Pussy. Man I hate that word. I slowly wiped her nether lips. They were so soft and slightly began quivering under my ministrations. Sunetra's breasts were rising and falling increasingly rapidly again but I felt there was a different urge at play here. I suddenly felt a sudden flow of liquid on my hands. This time it wasn't her pee that was leaking but her otherwise restrained self. Her hips seemed to buck and all this while I was just caressing the petals. Our society is far too merciless to a woman's desire. But I digress yet again. Her hips slow, grinding motion revealed her other secret orifice to me. What is supposedly described as the most delicate and rarest of rosebuds, and I can see why. But enough with the floral comparisons. What happens now is beyond the brief of what I am writing. :p
  14. 5 points

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    Two bottles, each with 1.5 litre of water. One is at the top of the stairs, the other one is at the bottom. Violeta has to drink from one bottle, count to 20, walk to the other bottle, drink again, count to 20 etc. Neverending story :-) Her task is to drink these 3 litres of water without peeing herself but that's an impossible task because she is sooo desperate to pee before the shooting even begins :-D So the main question isn't WHETHER she will wet her jeans but WHEN it will happen...

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  15. 5 points
    Alright, I didn't see any rule which said I can't so I ripped it and attached it. If I am breaking any rules you can just tell me and I will delete it. C4S - Multiple girls pissing on a chair - Omorashi.TV.MP4
  16. 4 points
    Not gonna lie. I'm kinda growing out of this. I'd rather help someone then see them embarrassed for my self gain. Well this was the case until not too long ago when my friend Taylor gave me a reason to love again. As usual I give a bit of background so skip next paragraph if you want to go strait to the story. To begin I'm not shy. I have never had a problem talking to girls before. I'm not saying I got them all because that is far from the truth but I've never really struggled to talk to them. Taylor was a different case from day one. To begin she used to hate me and found me annoying. She never was on my radar but we had same group of friends then one day I needed a ride because I was drunk and she offered. See I rarely drink. Alcohol ruined my life and I see what it does to people but I was going through a really hard time and I was like fuck it. Anyways my drunk dumb ass told her my life story and she listened and genually cared. I don't trust people and she gained my trust and I got a one way ticket to the dreaded friendzone... it sucks but if it didn't happen I wouldn't have this great story to share with ya'll. Taylor to begin is short. Like 5'3 on a good day blonde hair and a perfect build. She works out and keeps her body healthy always hydrating and I learned she has a very small bladder. She also has no shame and will pee on the side of the road if needed. I've seen her do it a couple times and never thought I'd see her desperate because she doesn't allow that. Well one day she text me and asks if I wanted to grab some food with her. Me always hungry obviously said yes and we went off to get some food about 45 min off base. For those of you who don't know, cali traffic can get bad fast and take hours. We finish eating and get stuck on the interstate with some of the worse traffic in my life. When I get in Taylor was like fuck I kinda gotta pee. See normally she'd pee in a bottle cup or anywhere but she had a romper on. This meant she couldn't just pee normally and would have to hold it. She doesn't mention anything for about 25 min (we moved barely due to a pretty bad accident where a car drove over the side blocking off an exit) but I look over and see her bouncing a bit and holding herself. I ask if she'll be ok and she just looks at me says I'm gonna hit you and tells me to hurry up. See I'm an asshole. A loveable asshole but still an and asshole. I mess with my friends and I was not about to let this oppertunity pass. So I beg her to hit me even tap my cheek and she just laughs tells me I'm lucky she has to pee or she'd beat my ass and I keep driving. We sit for another 15 minutes until traffic is rolling and we are still about 30 min from base. And another 25 min from there to drive to the barracks. When traffic picks up she mutters thank God and I see her looking very uncomfortable. See so much of me wanted to take as long as possible to get a good memory but I decided to take the next exit and get to base as soon as possible. When I pull up to the gate I show them my ID and they ask for Taylor who has both hands in her lap and her legs crossed. She takes one hand off to give ID and when I start driving her hand shoots back and she says fuck I peed a little! I am doing everything in my power to not let my hormones take over and force her to have an accident but she's my friend and besides it was my car.. so I drive to barracks with her making small comments for me to hurry up and how she has to go the entire time. I am certain I'm not going to see anything at this point but ask if she needs any help. She gets out of the car and just holds herself for a second and says can I use your bathroom? She lived on 4th deck and I lived on 1st so it made sense. She is wearing a bright blue romper and when she walks I see a small wet spot on her ass and she is walking as fast as she can to my room without peeing herself. We get to my room she takes 2 steps in and stops dead in her tracks puts both hands on her crotch and completely loses it. She just stood there in my room peeing herself infront of me for about a minute and just stood there looking at me with tears in her eyes. She later told me that she expected me to yell or laugh at her but I felt bad and honestly wanted to hug her. She couldn't leave my room without everyone who sees her see the clear ass day piss covered bright blue romper she had on so I broke the silence and asked her for her ID so I could grab her a change of clothes. She doesn't say anything and gives me her ID. I come back with some clothes hand them to her and she goes into my bathroom to change without saying and single word. (She cleaned up her mess while I was gone). When she got out she was about to leave when I asked her if she was ok. She just starting crying said Im a 19 year old girl who just peed her pants what the fuck do you think. I hugged her and felt bad but not guilty knowing this was completely out of my control. She breaks away says thanks you're a good friend and went back to her room. I didn't tell anyone she never brings it up and yes in friend zoned to the max still but I'm slowly breaking free. Anyways a great memory from a good friend and I hope you all enjoyed it!
  17. 4 points
  18. 4 points
    Don’t Get Wet, Use the Toilet! Splatoon 2 Fanfiction by MasterXploder With thanks to Captain L for editing (Note: Contains underaged wetting desperation… probably. Also contains my interpretation of their off-stage personalities since that’s never shown in the official game.) Inkopolis Square, the most happening part of the city, was buzzing with activity today. Inklings, the squid and kid hybrids that made up much of the city’s population, bustled about in numbers greater than usual, and for good reason. Today was the day of the Splatfest, the city’s most popular event, where inklings would pick sides and compete in turf wars to win prizes and bragging rights for their team. But first, they would need to know what these sides were, and they would soon get their answer. The big screen hanging on the Deca Tower flicked on, and a snazzy logo soon gave way to two hosts in front of a large ground floor window and another TV screen. “Y’all know what time it is!” said Pearl the inkling, who lounged in a comfy chair. “It’s Off the Hook, coming at you live from Inkopolis Square!” said Marina the octoling, standing behind a DJ turntable. “I hope none of you forgot what day it is today!” Marina giggled. “How could anyone forget? It’s Splatfest Day at last!” “Right on! Speaking of forgetting, how about we remind our viewers what debate tonight’s Splatfest is gonna decide?” “Good idea! Tonight’s Splatfest is all about…” Marina scratched the turntable in time to the music. The TV behind them then switched to two drawings, one of a coffee pot on the left, and the other of a fancy cup with the string of a tea bag coming out on the right. “It’s the clash of caffeinated concoctions!” said Pearl, “Are you a fan of the morning joe?” “Or is a cup of tea more your speed?” “I still don’t get how you can enjoy that junk.” Pearl pointed at her co-host. “Tea is such a boring drink. Coffee is better in every way!” “No way! Coffee is gross,” said a pouting Marina. “No matter what you add to it, it always tastes like boiled dirt. But tea is so smooth and comforting, I could drink it all day!” “Isn’t boiled dirt basically what tea is? Also, you can’t beat coffee for your daily caffeine fix. That’s why they call it the best part of waking up!” “But then it makes you crash in the middle of the day,” said Marina, “And aren’t you a little young to be drinking that stuff anyway?” Pearl crossed her arms behind her head. “Pfft, what makes you say that?” “Well, it’s just that coffee stunts your growth when you’re young, and I don’t think you need that stunted more than it already is.” “O-Oh yeah!?” Pearl stammered, shaking her head like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “Well, aren’t you a little young to be wearing an outfit like that?” “W-what’s my outfit have anything to do with this?” Marina put a hand on her top, which was little more than a partially-unzipped leather bra. “I’m just looking out for you. Wouldn’t want you to spill a hot cup of tea and get third-degree burns all over.” “I am more than capable of holding a cup, thank you very much!” Pearl turned back to the camera. “Whatever, we’ll let the viewers decide the better beverage.” Marina returned to her regular meek smile. “Right, remember to go to the booth and sign up for your team to receive your special Splatfest t-shirt.” “And don’t worry, fans of the beans.” Pearl threw her arms up in celebration. “As a special for tonight, we’ll have free coffee available to help you get your splat on all night!” Marina put her hands together. “Same goes to supporters of Team Tea. There’ll be more flavors and varieties than you could shake an inkbrush at!” “But before we get to enjoy all that, let’s get everyone up to date on the current rotation.” Marina nodded. “Yup, time to check out the available stages for ranked, unranked, and league play!” And so, the rest of the show went along normally, with Pearl breaking down each stage and Marina leaving a chirpy but snarky remark as dictated by the teleprompter. Before long, they were already at the closing segment. “And that’s all the time we’ve got!” said Pearl, hopping out of her seat while Marina moved the turntable aside. “Until next time…” “Don’t get cooked, stay off the hook!” they both declared as they smiled and struck a pose together. A few seconds passed before the red light on the camera turned off. “Alright girls, good work this morning!” said their manager from his seat. “Go ahead and take a few minutes to yourselves, then we’ll start prepping for the Splatfest.” “Thank you, everybody!” said Marina while the camera crew cleared out. Pearl merely shot them a smile and a “rock on” gesture. As soon as they were alone in the room, their only witnesses the inklings and jellyfish looking in from outside, the girls sat down at a nearby table. Pearl poured herself a cup of coffee from a fresh pot while Marina grabbed a glass of iced tea. “Big night ahead of us,” started Pearl, “This might be our only chance to kick back until tomorrow. You excited?” “Of course! Splatfests always get my ink pumping like nothing else.” Marina’s cheerful grin lowered to a sheepish smile. “By the way, I know I say this every time, but I hope I wasn’t too mean with some of my lines. Sometimes, I think the teleprompter is trying to make me sound like a… you know.” “Nah, it’s cool.” Pearl waved it off with a hand. “I couldn’t make it this far in the business if I didn’t know how to take some ribbing.” Marina stared at her glass for a moment. “I mean, it’s just that you’re the first and best friend I’ve had since I came to Inkopolis, and I don’t want you to feel like I’m being ungrateful.” Pearl chuckled. “You kidding? I don’t think there’s anything you could do to make me not wanna be your friend.” “W-wait, you really mean that?” said Marina, a hint of pink appearing on her cheeks. “For realsies, Marina. You can chillax on that front, okay? Now how about we talk about some of the fashion disasters competing today? I saw one kid wearing a paintball mask, a tank top, and get this, socks with sandals!” Pearl busted out laughing. “It’s like, does that gear have good stats, or did he forget to do his laundry?” “No way!” said Marina, finding herself giggling as well. She had to admit, Pearl always knew how to cheer her up and put her worries at ease. She took another sip of tea and listened to Pearl go on about fashion-blind inklings and whatnot in contentment. Tonight’s Splatfest was gonna be great; she couldn’t think of anything that could possibly spoil it. Ohh, I drank too much tea. Night had come, and the Splatfest was in full swing. As always, Marina enjoyed a great view of the festivities from the stage atop the Deca Tower lobby. Inklings, jellyfish, and other creatures danced and cheered underneath bright neon lights while fireworks lit up the sky. Pearl danced and rapped in front of her, lost in her own tune, while the octoling worked the turntables to make the freshest beats in all of Inkopolis. This would all normally bring Marina nothing but pleasant feelings and memories, the kind that make her feel tingly all over for days afterwards. Right now, however, all she could think about was the large quantity of tea she had drunk over the course of the day. As much as she liked tea, she had forgotten about its pesky diuretic properties in lieu of focusing on the Splatfest. As such, even though she had made sure to use the bathroom before going on stage, her bladder was already demanding to be emptied a mere couple hours later. Marina quietly thanked the fact that the current song was more focused on Pearl than her. With most of the attention on her friend, she could squeeze her legs and bounce in place to ease the strain, if only just a little. Still, she doubted she could last much longer at her current pace, especially if they played any tunes that required her to do some dancing. Speaking of, Marina had kept a close eye on Pearl as a way to distract herself from the constant pressure, and she had noticed something off about her friend. Sure, she was dancing and rapping to keep the crowd energized, but her movements seemed a little stiffer than normal, and her voice had hints of being forced. Don’t tell me she needs to pee, too? Marina wondered. She couldn’t think of any other explanation, as Pearl didn’t seem ill before the show started. Then again, all that coffee may just be making her too jittery to perform at her best. She would have to check up on her as soon as they could get off the stage. And as luck would have it, a few seconds after Pearl landed the big finish for the tune, the girls heard their manager speaking through their earpieces. “Alright ladies, there’s another televised match comin’ up. Come on down and take a few minutes to yourself.” Nodding together, Pearl waved to the audience and yelled “Okay, kids and squids! We’ll be back in a few, so keep this party going until then!” Meanwhile, Marina put the turntables on standby and shot one last smile to the audience before they departed. The moment they were offstage and out of view, Pearl dropped her grin. “Ugh, I was starting to think we'd never get a break tonight.” “Me too!” Marina glanced at her friend. “Um, are you feeling alright?” “Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” asked Pearl, raising an eyebrow. “Well, you seemed a little... stiff out there.” “What do you mean ‘stiff’? I'm as fresh as ever!” Pearl raised her arms in a pose. A moment passed while the two stared at each other, but then Pearl suddenly gasped and brought her arms down and her legs together. “That doesn’t look very fresh to me,” said Marina. “Okay, so I gotta whiz pretty bad,” replied a fidgeting Pearl, “I don’t know how I made it through those last couple tunes.” Her eyes lowered into a glare. “If you’re gonna snark about it, can you make it quick?” “No no, I wasn’t gonna do that!” Marina waved her hands. “Actually, I really gotta go, too.” “Wait, seriously?” Marina nodded and put her hands to her groin. “All that tea went through me like a shot from a charger. I even went before we started and everything.” “Then why are we standing here complaining about it?” Pearl turned in the direction of the studio and took off. “Last one to the bathroom is a rotten salmonid egg!” “Hey, no fair!” the octoling yelled back while she ran after her. In truth, she wasn’t too happy about the impromptu race as it would tire her out, but at least this way, it would get her to the toilets that much quicker. She allowed herself to smile knowing that relief was only a few moments away. “What do you mean the toilets are broken!?” Pearl glared and tapped her foot at the jellyfish repairman standing next to the restrooms, the door closed and a big “Do not enter” sign in front of it. “Bluh, apology for the inconveniencing,” said Jelonzo, “Pipe has busting all over floor. Entire plumbing being shut down in order to make the fixing. Please to understand.” “You should understand there’s gonna be a lot more liquid on the floor if you don’t let us in there!” Pearl’s brow furrowed so much, Marina worried that it would be permanently stuck that way. “Very not advised, miss kid-squid,” said Jelonzo, putting up two of his tentacles. “Commode is having no water to flush. Also bad smell, I am told. Am very happy jellyfish not have nose right now.” “Urgh, you have to be squidding me! I just used them before the Splatfest!” Seeing that this was going nowhere fast, Marina put her hand on Pearl’s shoulder, leaving the other one near her groin. “Hey, forget about it. Let’s just go use the porta-potties outside. I know they always set some up for Splatfests near the square.” Pearl turned to her while still frowning. “But we’re super-popular celebrities, Marina. The instant we go outside, we’ll get stampeded with autographs and selfie requests. Not that I mind that normally, but we’d never get close to the toilets.” “I know, but we don’t have any other choice.” Marina rested a finger on her chin. “If only there was a way to hide while we waited in line.” Pearl wiggled her hips side to side. “Well, we better come up with something fast. I’d rather we didn’t have to make a wardrobe change in the middle of a concert.” “Wait, that’s it!” Marina exclaimed, her eyes lit up. “What is it?” asked Pearl. “Please don’t suggest we actually wet ourselves and change clothes.” “No, our wardrobe department! They have all kinds of costumes. There’s gotta be something we can disguise ourselves with in there.” Pearl gasped in realization. “Holy carp, you’re right! Why didn’t I think of that?” “The staff might still be in there organizing for the next show,” said Marina, turning in the direction of the department. “Come on, before we have to get back on stage!” “Don’t have to tell me twice,” said Pearl as they ran off, leaving Jelonzo alone in the hallway. He rubbed the back of his head and sighed. “I wondering if Jelfonzo maybe having room for other fish of jelly at shop.” “How’s the coast?” asked Pearl. Marina glanced around the corner of the square. Inklings continued to party and dance about to the music despite the stars not currently performing. “It’s busy, but everyone’s distracted. I think if we keep our heads down, we can reach the toilets,” she replied. “Then let’s move! My ink tank is ready to blow.” As quickly and inconspicuously as they could, the duo walked into the square, revealing their “disguises,” as they could generously be called. Marina had put on sunglasses and a bandanna around her mouth, while Pearl hid her face behind a paintball mask. Aside from this, their outfits were completely unchanged, partly because they didn’t have time to change into and out of full disguises and still get back on stage, but mostly because they didn’t want to hassle with them inside the porta-potties. Even more suspicious was the stiff way they walked, the urge to pee having grown too strong to let them walk normally. Instead, their upper legs rubbed together and at least one hand remained on their groin at all times. But whether nobody looked in their direction or their disguises actually worked, they soon crossed the entire square without drawing any attention. Despite their bladders weighing them down, both girls allowed themselves to smile from their success. “Wait, that actually worked? Noice!” said Pearl while they walked. “I told you we’d be fine,” said Marina. “And look, the bathrooms are just around this corner.” She pointed at a sign set up by the committee with an arrow and the restroom symbols. Pearl immediately broke into a jog upon hearing this, rounding the corner. “Oh man, I can't wait to get in there, sit on that throne, and… what the shell!?” “What’s wrong?” Marina quickly caught up to her, but she didn't have to finish turning the corner to see the problem. “Oh no…” Lines. Long ones, at least fifteen inklings if not more in front of every toilet. Worse still, many of them, boys and girls alike, had varying combinations of crossed legs, hands on their groins, slight forward bend, and hopping in place. It seemed that the singers were not the only ones who had been affected by all the coffee and tea, and the committee in charge of preparing the square did not anticipate this. “W-what are we supposed to do now?” asked Pearl. “I… don’t know,” was all Marina could say. What could they do? These were the only open bathrooms she knew were nearby, but there was no way they would have enough time or strength to stand in line for that long. With how desperate everyone else looked, she doubted they could use their celebrity status to cut in line, not to mention all the other problems attempting that could make. For the first time that night, Marina found herself at a complete loss of ideas. As she wondered while shaking her hips, both singers soon took notice of one of the girls standing in line, whose fidgeting had suddenly grown more frantic. She bounced from one foot to the other, both hands firmly pressed into her shorts while frantically looking around in panic. Then, just as quickly, she stood completely still, then slowly fell onto her knees and bottom. A puddle pooled around her and tears ran down her cheeks while a boy standing behind her put his hand on her shoulder and tried saying comforting words to her. Perhaps out of a subconscious sympathy or from added visual stimuli, the sight of someone letting go sent a signal to the duo’s bladders, and they soon felt a warm dribble hit their underwear. “Eep!” they both squeaked, instantly joining the rest of the crowd in their collective potty dance. Whatever speed their minds were racing at before doubled in a heartbeat. “Aah, I can’t take this anymore!” declared Pearl. She turned and ran off down a side street, hands firmly on her groin. “Pearl, wait up!” Marina yelled as she gave chase, their disguises flying off in the rush. The chase went on for a couple minutes, taking them through several winding streets and side roads. Despite the pounding pain from her bladder and the fatigue of running, Marina refused to let her friend out of sight. Her need to pee may have been powerful, but her concern for Pearl’s well-being was just a little stronger. “Where are you going!?” she yelled out as they turned onto yet another empty alley. “I-I don't know, somewhere!” replied Pearl, whose run had deteriorated into a half-jog, half-waddle. “Th-there's gotta be an open bathroom, or a bush, or a dumpster or, or-!” At that moment, Pearl gasped and her talking and running came to a dead stop, allowing Marina to finally catch up to her. “Pearl?” she asked in a half-whisper once directly behind her. Pearl responded with only a small whimper. Marina opened her mouth to say something else, but it would not come to be. A bright flash from a firework exploding behind them lit up the dark alley, showing everything she needed to see. A dark patch had grown on the insides of Pearl’s pink tights, steadily making its way down her legs, some of it leaking through the fabric and dripping away. There was no denying it: Pearl had lost the battle and was now giving her pants and underwear a very unfresh dye job. Marina could feel nothing but sympathy for her friend. She reached out towards Pearl, wanting to comfort her in some way, any way she could. “Oohh!” Pearl suddenly moaned and twitched, making Marina retract her hand. The next moment, the octoling picked up a faint hissing noise and the sound of liquid hitting the ground. Pearl had fully surrendered to her bladder’s demands and fully opened the floodgates. The drops coming from between Pearl’s legs turned into a tiny stream dribbling all over the place. Meanwhile, the streaks on her legs grew bigger and farther, reaching all the way into her shoes. But immediately after witnessing this, Marina let out a gasp herself. The warmth in her shorts grew bigger, and no amount of clenching she could muster would stop it. Exhausted from all the running and pressure battering it, her bladder could no longer hold it all back, letting out a slow but steady leak. Everything that had transpired up to this point rendered Marina’s mind blank. Things like modesty or her celebrity status no longer mattered to her. She was simply a girl who needed to pee, and she was going to pee now. As such, she beared no mind to their location as she yanked her pants and underwear and proceeded to lower herself to the ground. But she didn’t even make it that far when her body fully cut loose, releasing a powerful stream of a slightly-tinted oil-like liquid onto the ground. Still only halfway to a squat, her knees bent and bottom angled so the pee splattered slightly behind her, Marina froze in place and allowed nature to run its course right where she stood. The pleasure was immediate, spreading a relieving tingling sensation from her groin to the rest of her body, and she could not help but smile without shame. She felt a word on her tongue, and let it out in a long sigh, as it was the only one that could perfectly describe her feelings in that moment. “Woomy.” Even as her pee went on and on, lasting twenty, then thirty, then forty seconds and beyond, Marina continued to enjoy her potty time. It was only when the stream began to taper off that the reality of her situation came to her. She was a famous singer who had just undressed and peed in a public location, her rear end sticking out the whole time and her puddle growing large enough to reach the back of her shoes. A streak of pink lit up her brown face as she pulled her pants back up, wincing at the extra wetness but thankful that her shorts were black and rather thick. Just as she was modest again, another whimper from Pearl reminded Marina of her friend’s less fortunate outcome. She brought her attention back to Pearl and saw what she had expected to see: saturated leggings, a sizeable puddle that reached her boots, and her back still turned, not moving a muscle. “Um, Pearl?” Marina asked. “What?” Her voice came in a low, blunt tone. “Do you n-need my help?” “No.” “Are you sure? What if I-” “I said I don’t want it!” Pearl turned around, revealing not just an angry scowl, but eyes full of tears. The sight caused Marina to be taken aback; never before had she seen Pearl so upset. “W-what?” she slowly mumbled. “I pissed myself, okay!? I s-s-soaked my pants because I’m a stupid kid who c-can’t hold her coffee!” She kicked at the ground, her gaze avoiding the octoling. “Why should I ask for anyone’s help? You’re the one everyone likes. You can hold it like a big girl.” Somehow, despite staring into Pearl’s angry and messy face, Marina knew just what to say next. She reached out and took Pearl’s hand into her own. “Because friends help each other out, just like how you helped me when I didn’t know a thing about life in Inkopolis,” she said with a smile. “I don’t even wanna think about how many embarrassing moments you helped me through. It’s only right that I help you out, too.” A few seconds passed in silence while they let Marina’s speech sink in. “Friend, huh?” Pearl asked with a sniff. “You sure you still wanna be friends with someone who just wet themselves?” Marina giggled a bit. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do to make me not want to be your friend.” At this, Pearl let out a small gasp, her angry complexion having a hint of fading away. Marina couldn’t help herself, and pulled her friend into a hug. Pearl stood in surprise at first, but it only took a few moments before she raised her arms and returned the hug. “You’re not gonna say a word about this, are you?” “Not for all the ice cream in the world,” said Marina as she felt the warmth of her friend’s hug spread through her. “Cake is still better,” grumbled Pearl. “Of course it is.” It wasn’t much longer before they let each other go, at which point Marina noticed that Pearl was no longer mad or teary-eyed. She didn’t look very happy at the moment, but at least the worst of it was passed them now. “Ugh, so what am I gonna do?” Pearl looked at her soaked legs. “There’s no way I’m not gonna be seen if we go back the way we came.” Marina put a finger to her chin. “Hmm, then I guess we’ll just have to take a side road back to the studio. We can get you cleaned up and changed there.” “You sure you know where you’re going?” Marina pulled out an arrow-shaped cell phone. “As long as the maps on here are up to date.” “Now you’re thinking like an inkling.” Pearl chuckled for the first time since her wetting. With a smile, Marina turned around. “Alright, now let’s get out of here before somebody finds...” She never finished the sentence, instead choosing to gasp and nearly drop her phone. It didn’t take long for Pearl to see the reason why, either. Standing at the end of the alley was an inkling girl, the same one the singers had witnessed wetting herself, her eyes and mouth wide open and her body completely still. There was no telling how long she had been there, but between the puddles and Pearl's pants, there was also no hiding what had transpired. All three girls remained motionless for what seemed like forever, their faces burning with blush. Eventually, Marina slowly raised her hand and waved at the girl. “Um, h-hi?” The girl’s eyes rolled upwards and she fell to the ground, leaving Pearl and Marina to stare at their fainted fan for a few moments. “You wanna know something, Marina?” “What is it?” “I don’t think we’re gonna make it back on stage in time.”
  19. 4 points
    Found this while browsing VK. Had second thoughts, because there is not much peeing, but screw it. Enjoy folks :) [480] дрочит в леггинсах.mp4 WARNING: Masturbation, but mild one.
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    Great content! Bubbles is hired as a babysitter for little Lolette. Little does she know that when Lolette's mother goes away, she will be blackmailed into being Lolette's diaper slave! (NUDITY AND SEXUAL ACTS THROUGHOUT) 1. Lolette gets her diaper changed 2. A tied up Bubbles is brought to orgasm by Lolette's vibrator. Lolette breastfeeds off of Bubbles 3. Lolette forcibly changes Bubbles into a diaper. 4. Bubbles forced to orgasm (again) when Lolette ties her to a rocking horse with a vibrator. 5. Bubbles changes Lolette's wet diaper

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    Alisha and Sosha pose together showing off their cute pullup style diapers in this intimate photo set. Set in the bedroom, we find Alisha and Sosha together in these exquisitely detailed, high resolution images. They are both only wearing pullup style diapers and bras. The diapers they are wearing are meant for potty training, and younger people who still have night time accidents. Despite this, they manage to look absolutely adorable as they show off for the camera. Both girls pose together, happy to be seen in their diapers, as the camera captures photographs from multiple angles.
  22. 4 points
    https://qtpie2121.tumblr.com/post/140230389449/piss-pants-wetting Doubt it's been posted before. In any case a rare find: https://pissypantie.tumblr.com/post/163887283634 Also this one. Never, ever seen something quite like it. Enjoy.
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    I remember "Drunken boyfriend" with Morgan being requested and after just downloading it for myself I can say it's quite cute. The wetting happens quick but she releases a great volume and the stain spreads delightfully over those damn fine legs. Enjoy

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    Since my other video got such a positive response, I figured I would upload another one. This one is edited so it wouldn't be too long. While wetting I imagined sitting on a crowded bus, not being able to truly show my desperation. The ride was long and I had simply drank too much. The first leak didn't show on my pants, but the second sure did. Eventually I couldn't hold on and lost a long steady stream that soaked the seat. That relieved the pressure on my bladder but the bus ride was far from over and before too long I lost control again, making the already wet seat overflow. When the bus was about to arrive at my stop I had to stand up, not realizing that my beige pants had become see-through. As if that wasn't humiliating enough, I lost complete control of my bladder whilst waiting for the doors to open, the remaining pee streaming down my legs and creating a puddle around my feet. beige pants .mp4
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    For the people who are trying to argue that this kind of thing is acceptable, at what point do you think you need to get consent? How far do you think it is okay to take something before you ask for some kind of consent? You argue that it is okay to wet your pants in front of someone, forcing them to see, for your own sexual gratification? Is it also okay to expose yourself so other people will see? Touch yourself? Engage in physical contact with a person? Where do you draw the line? For me, the line is drawn any time something moves from pure fantasy, to something that actually happens in the real world and another person is actually involved in reality. Seeing someone and having private fantasies about them is one thing. Even wetting yourself while fantasizing that you are being watched I have no problem with with. But once you cross that line into reality I think people should be able to consent to being part of it. Obviously there are people here arguing the line should be drawn elsewhere, so I pose the question- Where do you draw the line?
  27. 3 points
    hi tonight i find some courage for share some photos here i wet these panties 1 month ago but i was too shy and embarrassed for sharing it before... so hope you will enjoy it as much i enjoy do it
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    I'm deciding something on a whim. Since its been so long, and I like to make each lotto unique... I'm going to pick two winners!!!!! And do both requests! (At different times of course, not at the same time.) First winner is..................... Drum roll............ ................... @Tapris-chama ! Congratulations! And the second winner! Drum roll......... ...................... @ews21 ! Also Congratulations! Over the coming days if either of you would like to specify the specifics of your challenges and work out the kinks, feel free to message me! Or I will message you if I have any issues. :P Though I encourage getting specific as possible with what you'd like me to do so I can do you a good deal of justice!!! Thank you everybody, for participating in Kozmo-Lotto V! If life goes my way, the experiences telling of the results of these chosen challenges should happen soon, and subsequently be written out and posted here on omorashi.org for all to see ! :)
  29. 3 points
    This is my drawing. A girl who can not hold her piss and can't find the bathroom This is my second drawing for omorashi, so maybe it's not so good
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    Drank a little bit after I woke up today for work. Decided to hold it through work and go cycling afterwards. I couldn't hold it for too long before I soaked my shorts. Enjoy! cyc11.wmv
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    commission i did for someone on FA, this is also their character Yukina
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    In this video Sosha and Alisha take turns peeing in the same diaper. The video starts with Sosha and Alisha, both nude, talking to the camera. Alisha puts on a pull-on style diaper, pulls it up snug against her, and then intentionally pees into it as Sosha watches. After she is done peeing, she takes it off and hands it to Sosha. Sosha puts the wet diaper on and pees in it as well. Once Sosha is done peeing, she takes it off, and both girls admire how wet and squishy it is. Warning: These images contain full frontal female nudity, proceed at your own risk-
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    Ok, I thought I'd share the story of my first wetting experience. It was a saturday night and I'd had a few cups of tea to drink and the urge was starting to hit. You know, when things start to get a little uncomfortable. I've been desperate (see what I did there?) to have a holding session for weeks now. I've never actually held until the point of no return and then wet myself, so the prospect was exciting. It was the early hours of the morning and everyone was asleep so I decided I might just go for it. I settled down in bed with this site open and also a couple of interactive 'holding' games. As I was browsing this site I drank a whole drink-bottle worth of water. My urge began to increase and I could feel a dull ache at the lower end of my abdomen. The urge was bad enough that I started to hold. I opened up the holding games and started to play, but realised quickly that I'd need some sort of protection fast if the mattress was to be spared. I got up and hobbled to my dresser for a maxi-pad and slotted it into my nude silk underwear and pulled up my pale-pink leggings. I then grabbed a really thick towel, folded it over a couple of times and slot a plastic grocery bag in the middle as some sort of 'make-shift' shield (hah!). I sat down on the first towel and placed another towel under it. I positioned myself right in the centre on the towel, hoping that if (when) the inevitable happened, my make-shift protection would be enough absorb my accident. I then covered my lap with my doona and tried to get comfy. By this point, I was pretty darn desperate. Just the force on the laptop resting against my belly was enough. I *really* needed to go. I ignored it though, and continued. I came to point in a game where I was required to drink a glass of water. My heart sank because I really didn't think I could hold any more. I drank it even though my bladder was groaning under the weight of my soon-to-be accident. Next was the requirement to spread your legs (no holding). Some pee escaped. Just a little spurt, but I knew at this point that even if I did change my mind and attempt to make it to the bathroom, I wouldn't make it with dry pants. It was at this point that I heard my mother get out of bed and go downstairs for a midnight snack (a common occurrence for her, and an occurrence I had obviously overlooked when deciding to partake in this little experiment). I knew then that it was either hobble down the hallway to the toilet and risk peeing myself in the process, or stay in bed and wait for the inevitable to happen in the privacy and comfort of my own room (and make-shift protection). I decided to stay put, even though the pressure in my bladder had progressed to more of a sharp ache/throbbing. I was blushing at this stage, and quite turned on at the thought of my predicament. The game went on, and came to a part where I had to press on my bladder. I was fidgeting non-stop now, my fingers pushed deep into my private area in an attempt to contain my pee. I pressed against my bladder and it hurt. Oh it hurt so bad. I gasped and spurted a little into the maxi-pad. At this point I had consumed two bottles of water and the 3-4 cups of tea I'd had earlier. I need to pee SO BAD. My bladder was begging me to just let go but I didn't think I could. I closed my eyes and sat there for a couple of minutes, legs jiggling, hand in crotch. The next challenge was a repeat of the earlier 'spread your legs for 5 mins and remove your hands'. I knew it was the end. There was no way I was going to be able to do it without flooding myself. I dutifully removed my hands form my crotch and slowly spread my legs. It was then that it happened. I started to pee. Slowly at first. So slow that I barely noticed. I actually sat there for a few seconds wondering whether I was peeing or whether I was still dry. Then I felt the pee creep up the maxi-pad towards my pubic hair and the flow really began. It felt like a waterfall was coming out of my pants. All I could feel was warmth and relief. I was so relieved that I didn't even care if I peed through the towels onto my bed. It felt so good. The pee soaked the maxi-pad and I could feel a wet spot forming on the front of my leggings. I placed my hand on my crotch and felt the pee cascading out of my panties and onto the towel. I couldn't stop. I felt the pee run down my crotch and make a warm puddle underneath my butt and I was just in this blissful state of contentment. I was frozen and powerless, sitting there peeing myself uncontrollably like a little kid. I just kept peeing for what felt like hours but was probably only 1-2 minutes. The pain subsided and the flow slowed to a trickle. I was soaked, and I still needed to go so I let what little pee was left in my bladder out. I nervously got out of bed to inspect the damage. My butt was soaked, as were the two towels. Luckily, the mattress was spared...just. I got changed and placed the wet towels and clothe into my laundry hamper to be dealt with in the morning, but not before I had a little fun in my soaked panties
  34. 3 points
    Arya: I'm gonna do my best to put on the best show! The mystery will be revealed! And my secret to my obscene bladder size will be revealed!.....Execpt, uh, not really. I'll do what I can to keep myself afloat. Thanks for your kind words.... Chiwa: Ehehehe..... I've got quite the show set up for everyone. Just try to not fall for my overwhelming charm of this adorable Chihuahua. Sanni: Nnn.... I..I'm gonna do my best... I won't lose to any challenge.... Yuno: That's...kind of what Yuno does at all times anyways. Sanni: Kind of the plan.....Sort of. Taylor: I...don't think I could do a whole day's workout. We're in our own scenes with this, yeah? Chiwa: Well, I shouldn't need to do any of that, if you catch my drift. *Grin* Taylor: Um....Sexy Omo... I'd imagine just...like, the long time it'd take for someone to let it go.... Like, crossing one's legs, rocking back and forth.....And then just..Soaking while in a...suggestive position? Sanni: It's....Oof...r..really bad. Definitely past the point where i'd normally have taken off my layers. I don't know if I can even make it the full hour before it starts.... And..if they find out....W..well....I...I don't know... Akeno: Ara ara...I don't know what you mean. We merely...shared the bathroom. Certainly, it's not comparable to the kind of shows people would want to see in here.... [15 minutes have passed, before the start of the Challenge] [Continue suggesting ideas for things you want to see, or encourage a participant, etc.]
  35. 3 points
    i like both!! i like watching and wetting myself
  36. 3 points
    Caution: Sex/nudity at the beginning. Some nudity post-wetting http://www.xvideos.com/video11078563/majella_fucked_natalia Wetting starts at about 18:30, if someone wants to rip this.
  37. 3 points
    'Uh, Alice?' Says Gwen, rubbing the back of her head. 'I've got some explaining to do...' I put the kettle back down and pick up two fresh cups of tea. Gwen's sat on the sofa looking sheepish and avoiding eye-contact with me - and not without good reason. She'd bit me. Now, for most people that would just be strange, but for Gwen it's so much more than strange. Here's what I can remember from last night: We were going to stay for the night at her house after her interview at the coffee shop. We'd had a coffee, then we went to her place, but she'd forgot her key, so we came back to mine to get it. Then we went back to hers, and she wet herself on the way there. Then she bit me. Then I woke up in my house. Now I'm making tea for a vampire. Gwen better have a good explanation. I set the teas down on the coffee table in the front room, watching Gwen's every move. She shyly picks up her tea and clutches it with both hands, her fingers just poking out the sleeves of her hoodie. She still hasn't looked at me properly. She's barely moved since she woke up. She'd told me she'd explain things, but so far she's been quiet. She's been sat on my sofa - in her still wet jeans - and hoping I'll say something first so she doesn't have to. The stain on her jeans is still just about possible to make out, a few shades darker than the dry material, most notably around the end of the legs. Other than that she's taken off her shoes and socks, undone her hoodie, and she seems to be keeping her legs together as if to fight off the cold. Or maybe she just needs to pee again. I, on the other hand, have gotten changed into my pyjamas from last night's clothes. From the muddy stains on my own red hoodie and grey sweatpants, I must have collapsed after she bit me, and something tells me I collapsed in a very specific fresh puddle. Because the mud smells like pee. So now I'm wearing my PJs - a set of light blue shorts and a white tee-shirt with a matching blue stripe around the middle. I sit on the arm-chair on the other side of my coffee table and pick up my own tea, going to hug my knees up to my chest before remembering I'm wearing my shorts and deciding against flashing Gwen. Not that she's even looking - she's still staring at the wispy steam rising from her tea cup, her white hair hanging over one eye. Neither of us say anything. She looks at me after a minute or two. Then she looks back at her tea, saying nothing. I finish drinking my tea, putting the cup on the table when I'm done, saying nothing still. What can I say? Gwen finishes her tea, but still holds onto the cup. She still isn't saying anything. Gwen looks up, then back to the cup. Then at me again. 'Uh....can I use the loo?' she asks tentatively. 'You can tell me what on earth happened last night, Gwen' I answer. She swallows hard. 'W-well, we went to the coffee shop...' 'Gwen.' 'O-okay - I bit you. Last night, outside my house'. She looks at me as if she's given me a satisfactory explanation. I look back at her like she hasn't. 'A-and I'm also a vampire...' she adds on. I have to keep looking at her with a look that isn't happy with the explanation she's giving me to get more out of her. 'A-and I drank from you, and n-now you're a vampire...' That bit caught my attention - I raise an eyebrow at her. 'Excuse me?' 'Y-you're a vampire too now...' 'Okay. What does that mean for me?' 'W-well' she say. 'F-first you'll grow fangs in about a week. Then you'll get a craving for blood. Then you'll have to drink from someone or you'll....' 'Die?' 'Y-yeah' 'Gee thanks' I say to her, leaning on one arm. 'Now I have to spend the rest of my life drinking out of people's necks. Great. Just what I wanted' 'W-well...' She says. 'If you do keep it up, you do get to live forever, and stay young...that's a plus...' 'But I have to kill people' I say to her. 'I don't want to kill people just so I can live forever!' 'Y-you don't have to kill them...you can just drink a little' she says, as if it'll make me feel better. 'And what, turn more people into vampires? Until everyone is a vampire?' 'Oh, no, no! Usually it does nothing, they just feel a bit woozy the next day. People don't usually become vampires...' 'So why have I?' 'I made you one' Huh. I sit back in my chair while I make my mind up as to whether or not that's a good thing. I'm leaning towards no. Gwen's leaning to one side and then the other where she sits. 'C-can I use the toilet?' 'No - you can continue explaining this to me' She wriggles in the chair and sits back. 'W-well, you'll need to drink once every two weeks to stay healthy, uh, you'll have to try and hide your fangs, otherwise just carry on as normal' 'Don't you have to stay out of sunlight?' 'Well, I do, but that's because I'm also an albino, ha...' I don't respond to her laughing. I'm not feeling very funny about the whole thing. 'Uhh, do stay out of the sun though' she carries on. It'll drain your strength - the same way drinking blood restores it...L-look, I really need the loo-' 'How do I feed?' 'Can I go to the toilet first?' 'No - you can tell me how I feed' She rests one leg over the other, resting her foot on the edge of the table, curling and uncurling her toes. 'Y-you bite someone, and then your fangs will take blood from them - they're kinda hollow' she says, opening her mouth and pointing at two rather sharp fangs in her mouth. I've know her a while now, and it only dawns on me now that I'd never seen inside her mouth until now. Only Gwen could make fangs look cute and innocent. 'See?' She mumbles, her mouth open and a finger on one fang. 'Thethe li'le holeth in your tooth will drink th' blood'. She takes her hand back out her mouth and wipes it on her hoodie. 'Try not to go for a major vein though if you don't want to kill your, erm, victim' 'victim' I repeat. 'Well what would you call them? C-can I use the loo, it's really rather-' 'Not yet'. She moans and looks at me pleadingly. I cross one leg over my other and lean back. 'Why are we back at my place?' 'W-well' she says, looking down. She doesn't look embarrassed so much as concerned. 'T-there were some people outside my house...' 'So? You could of pretended we were just drunk or something - me passed out and you having pissed-' 'N-no, not just people...there were three, I-I think, they were wearing leather dusters and wide brimmed hats...' 'Did you tell them the leather club was two blocks down?' 'They were vampire hunters' I raise an eyebrow. 'Vampire hunters?' 'Yeah...remember the stories of vampires I told you about?' 'Oh right - You've attracted hunters because you killed a bunch of people, and now I'm a vampire too, so that mean-' 'No - I didn't kill anyone - there really is another vampire around - Alicia, I really need to-' 'More Vampires?' 'C-can I use the toilet?' 'No, you can tell me about this other vampire' She holds one hand between her thighs and leans forward, then backwards after she realises she's putting pressure on her bladder. 'Uhh, I don't know anything about the other guy - and I really am a little scared about him...' 'Well now so am I - now that I know that - firstly, vampires are real, and secondly, there's a vampire that's scaring other vampires' I look at her as she wriggles in her chair, pulling faces and trying to stifle moans. Usually I'd let her go, but usually I don't wake up as a different species with little miss Dracula. 'What happens if a vampire feeds off another vampire?' 'Err, nothing. One vampire doesn't get anything to drink, the other one gets two holes in them, and usually a little angry that they've been bitten - can I use-' 'Oh, just piss yourself again - I want to know about this other vampire, and about the hunters' 'Uhh, hn, I don't know anything about the v-vampire - hnn... - but I do know the hunters are pretty dangerous. 'How do you know that?' 'Hnn...L-look, Alicia, I really gotta - Hnn!' 'Gwen!' 'U-uh, they had - hmn - their have badges...with their rank, and the number of vampires they've-...' Gwen stops talking and leans forward, pressing into her crotch with both hands, wincing. She moans and a short lived hiss comes from somewhere behind her closed hands, and she gasps. 'Uhh, Alicia? I-I'm starting to leak!' 'Just hold on, Gwen - tell me about these hunters!' 'Uhh.....hnnng......' She looks up and closes her eyes tightly, pressing harder into her groin with both hands. She gasps again and jumps to her feet, flicking her hands to either side, throwing one or two droplets onto my sofa. 'A-Alicia, I g-gotta....' She stops again, bends over double in front of me, and grunts. She's stood with he feet facing inwards and her knees pressed together tightly. She shudders and tenses as a tiny bead makes it's way down her right leg under her jeans, leaving a thin black line as far as her knee. 'A-alice!...' She tenses up again, gasps, and then tenses again. She breathes in deeply once more - I sit back and watch. She tenses a third time, losing a loud moan, and a burst of piss erupts out her tightly clenched hands - scattering droplets all in front of her, mostly landing on her feet, but a couple catch the edge of the coffee table. She moans again, this time a long, drawn out moan as her bladder takes control of itself and tightens, forcing out a long stream of pee, straight into her grey jeans for a second time. A black wet patch spreads around the creases in her jeans and to the sides, flooding outwards, over her skin and out of the fabric. She moans a third time, drops her hands, and relaxes her bladder, and stares at the floor. 'I c-can't hold it....' she moans, as if she needs to tell me - with her hands gone, she pees quite forcefully into her jeans, creating a hissing sound as it shoots out of her. Pee soaks down the front of the denim, making it glisten in the light from my flat, as it pours down her thighs, knees, and calves, before streaking down her ankles, down her feet, and into my carpet. With her legs pressed so tightly together, a stream flows directly between her thighs like a small river, cascading down and flowing off her knees, hitting the carpet with a loud patter. Drips flick off the floor and onto the leg of my coffee table and the front of my sofa, leaving dark spots on the chair's fabric. At least she isn't wetting herself into my sofa - that sort of thing isn't easy to clean, I know that from experience. Gwen's breathing goes from fast and harsh to slow, calm and relaxed, as the once fierce pressure inside her dies down, the cause of the pressure having run down her legs and soaked into her jeans. I look at her face, which she's covering with one very wet hand - is she smiling? The other hand clings to her side, before she runs her fingers over the warm wet stain she's making. As she does, rivets of pee flicker over her fingers and onto the table. I swear I hear one more soft, satisfied moan from her, as the streams begins to die down, and the dripping falls silent. She breathes out a relaxed, happy sigh, and looks at me. 'Uh....I wet....um, I wet myself....' 'Yeah. I noticed' She slumps back down into the sofa, looking relieved. 'Y-you made me do that...' 'Yeah. I figured if you're going to turn me into a vampire, I could turn you into someone who wets themselves' She chuckles. 'S-so, are you into this too?' 'What?' Her expression goes from relaxed and happy to suddenly concerned and a little embarrassed. 'Oh! I, uh, knew a guy, wh-who was into making people pee them- I knew a guy who was, uh, was into that s-sort of thing! Are- are you into it? N-not that I, uhh, I mean if you were - I m-mean, you aren't I guess, or-or you might wouldn't have sai-' 'Gwen.' 'Yeah?' 'The hunters' 'Oh' She seems a little let down. 'R-right, the hunters...(Oh I needed that!)...they have badges, right? E-each badge has their rank as a hunter, and the number of vampires they've killed.' She sits up again, running her toes against my carpet and splashing them in the waterlogged material. Well, pisslogged. 'These three had some high ranking badges' 'Huh' I say, sitting back. 'So you took us back here?' *Bzzt!* Gwen's mobile buzzes on the other end of the coffee table a couple time. She picks it up and unlocks it 'It's a text, f-from Geoff! I got the job!' She says, looking to me expecting me to celebrate with her. She looks a little disheartened when I don't. 'Umm, h-he wants me to start in an hour - c-can I borrow some pants?' I look at her for a moment. She might be a vampire, and she might have turned me into a vampire. But the more I think about it, I realise she's still Gwen. 'Yeah, sure' I say to her after a brief pause. She seems pleased that I said yes and I'm not being totally antagonistic. 'I don't have any clean pants, but you can borrow my old work skirt if you want, I think I've got a shirt that goes with it 'And tights?' 'Oh yeah, gotta keep out of sunlight, right?' 'Well, I fed yesterday' she reminds me. 'But I am still an albino, so yes' I pick her out my old work skirt - it's a grey pencil skirt, a little tight on me now - not that I'd ever admit that - but it's the right size for Gwen. I hand her a pair of black tights to go underneath, and a white shirt to go on top. She borrows a white set of underwear from me too - can't go to work commando on day one, it's impolite. I let her borrow a set of smart shoes too, even if they are a little big on her and she more hangs them off her feet than actually wears them. For myself I pick out a pair of blue jeans, a white long-sleeved shirt, and a red tee to go over that. I put on my canvas shoes too, red to match the shirt 'Were are you going?' Gwen asks 'Well, I'm not going to miss your first day at the coffee shop, am I?' She smiles at me 'And also I have a ton more questions' I tell her. The smile sort of fades. 'Let's get going then' she says, and I grab my keys, and hand her hers. We step out the door and make our way to the coffee shop.
  38. 3 points
    So, I've been a lurker on this awesome site for several years and I finally got the courage to share something. omo vid.mp4
  39. 3 points
    Brittany couldn't hold it for another second. She has been driving for an hour now. As she frantically tried to drive down the highway she could not find a rest stop for the life of her. She was just at her boyfriends house. She spent the entire afternoon drinking lemonade by the pool in her swimsuit. She knows she should have peed before she left his house, but she was just too toilet shy to tell her new boyfriend she had too pee so bad! She even thought about peeing in the pool but she was entirely too scared she would get caught. Now as she was driving down the highway she had one hand jammed in between her legs to keep her self from bursting. She was not a good driver but now she was scared to be driving with one hand. "Ughhhhhh I have to pee so bad! I dont know if I can make it!" She screamed out loud to herself as if it would help her situation. She has always been incredibly toilet shy and often found herself in this kind of situation. As she had her hand in her groin the warmth between her legs leaking past her panties felt all too familiar. She was accustomed to this kind of embarrassment. It was just last week she had a near accident while she was taking a test at the university she attends. "How do I always do this?! I'm going to have another accident I'm a 21 year old child!" She rushed past every exit ramp looking for a rest stop she could use a public bathroom at. Unfortunately there was no stops! "Fuck Fuck Fuck!" she said as a huge leak pushed through her panties and dripped down the back of her skirt. She could now feel the warm piss roll to the back of her seat and puddle around her ass. She knew now when she stood up anyone from behind could see was having an accident. Finally too her relief she came across the exit ramp for the local shopping mall. Brittany knew this wasn't ideal but hopefully she could find the bathroom in time. As she pulled up and parked her car she strongly considered pulling down her skirt and peeing right there in the parking lot. She stood there trembling in her warm and wet skirt contemplating her options. At this point she could no longer stand still or stop moaning under her breath. "Fuck it just do it" she said. In the same moment she went to pull down her skirt two attractive men her age walked right by and she let out a small yelp and pulled her skirt right back up! She rushed past them wiggling into the mall as if nothing happened and looked back at them. The second she did pull her skirt down she let out a giant spurt and she could now feel her warm pee drip down her legs. By the time she walked into the mall she could feel the warmth in her shoes as it puddled up in her socks and vans shoes. She ran right into the middle of the mall where she saw a mall cop she was hoping could help her. She could barely get the words out between her heavy breathing and moans "Do you ummmmm ughhh hmmm know hmmmm where the bathroom ughhhhhh is?! I have to go really bad" "Oh yes ma'am, its right next to the door you just walked in on." As she looked back the way she came in she could see she has left a trail of bright yellow pee on the white tiles she walked right in on. Seeing her own pee on the floor was too much. She knew she was about to lose the battle. She bent over because she knew what was coming. She has felt it before way to often and she knew that she lost the battle. Her white thong wasn't going to ofter her any protection as her pee splattered on the floor for everyone to hear it. As she stood mortified in the middle of the mall families and people watched. To minimize the splash factor on the floor she bent down at the knees to make less of a seen. She started crying out loud, much louder than she would like but she could no longer control her body. She felt tear roll down her face in utter embarrassment as the warmness down her legs spread all over the floor. She couldn't stop her stream. She awkwardly crouched on the floor for what felt like eternity. She thought it must have been the longest stream of her life. It went on for over two minutes as she continued to cry. She felt like a child it was the second time this month she peed in her pants. Brittany finished her incident apologized to the mall cop who awkwardly tried to avoid the situation and ran out of the car mortified. When she got back to her car her seat already smelled like urine and she knew her boyfriend would find out about her incident the next time he got in her car.
  40. 3 points
    Pretty clear she's just peeing, not squirting as they pretend to do. Super hot though :)
  41. 3 points
    Or you know, we could actually do what everybody is here for.
  42. 3 points
  43. 3 points
    Hey guys! sorry for the wait! I had to spend my few drawing hours doing commission this summer. Hope some of you guy are still with me :OO --- Mara She waited for a few minutes by the bench, bouncing her leg impatiently. Glancing at her phone on regular intervals, she waited for a message from Charlie. She had messaged her several times, even on facebook and snapchat (she had even tried to dig up her position from the snap map, but she hadn't been active at all today, appearently...), but there was no sign of her friend. 12:35 12:40 12:45 45 minutes since they were suppoed to meet up. That' it, something had definitely come up. Waiting any longer couldn't possibly be reasonable, right? If she waited any longer, she was sure she was going to wet herself! They would have to meet up somewhere else. She left the meeting spot. --- The park was on the west side of town. They'd chosen it because it ha this remote, yet homely feeling to it. It wasn't too big, and the other park goers were usually just the neighbourhoods group of kids and some elderly couples. A perfect place to feel the spring sun on your face and listen to the songbirds. The only big drawback of the place was that they didn't have any restroom facilites, Mara noted, as she made her way down the pathway. She wa going to have to go somewhere else if she was to relive herelf. No way she'd squat down in there! What if people saw her? plus he hadn't exactly mastered the technique it required... Mara was a city girl, born and raised. It only took her a few minutes to get to the edge of the park, and found herelf in the middle of suburbia. She took a moment to consider her options. She came here by bus, so she knows where the bus stop is, and it takes about a 15 minutes walk to get out of the residental area and get to the first stores and cafés. Other than that, she really didn't know a lot about the area. She only really came here for the park after all! ------ Profile
  44. 3 points
  45. 3 points
    This is exactly what's NOT an acceptable behavior. Maybe you try to convince yourself it is, but it's not.
  46. 3 points
    I've got a unique perspective in that I've attempted to orchestrate the public accidents of previous girlfriends for both their pleasure and mine. There are some differences between what we aimed to do and what was described in this post. Our adventures never involved a target per se, unless you consider the general public a target. While we did set out to have their accidents seen by this amorphous "general public" they were more accurately described as having a very high likelihood of being seen. This is evidenced by the fact that sometimes, people just outright didn't notice. It didn't make it any less fun, it just made it lack that element of public embarrassment we were going for. You can take a very rigid approach to this like TVGuy and KozmoFox do by saying no consent means no sexual gratification whatsoever. But WetDave brings up an excellent point in that it's impossible to be that rigid, or you'd have to indeed say that imagining that attractive person you saw the other day and masturbating is morally wrong, unless he/she tells you it's okay to do. Some people might say that. I definitely do not. I simply don't want a world like that. Catering to the sensitivities of the most sensitive person in the room isn't a good strategy. The world doesn't work like that, and when people try to make it work like that, other people rebel. The world operates on a bell curve and averages. You aim to do the most good for the most people while doing the least harm to the least people. The 0% and 100% points are not something you see a lot. Being black and white doesn't work. I put rules on the public play of my wetters. Don't make people have to clean up. Allow the chance that you might not be seen, or even just ignored. Eliminate the chance of being seen by children or families. Make it believable. You're basically left with outdoor settings where large groups of people are drinking a lot of alcohol. I can guarantee no one is going to be traumatized by seeing a wetting happen in this setting. Now, some people here might think they would be, but are we really the target sample audience? No. Some psychologists think fetishes are based in phobias. If that's true, then this place would be the absolute worst barometer for that sort of thing. In the end it all boils down to common sense. The correct answer is usually somewhere in between both extremes. I'm reminded of a story on reddit where some creepy guy would drive around and talk random other guys into wearing tight leather gloves, then sort of oggle them. That's weird. That's one extreme. The other extreme is telling this guy he is not allowed to be turned on or fantasize if he just happens upon a man in the real world who just may be wearing gloves that are too small for him. Don't let one group of people dictate what's wrong and what's right. Believe me, there are plenty of men and women who want this kind of experience. The solution is not to accuse them of lacking empathy, or to shame them into agreeing with you, or to strongarm them. You take them in and figure out a way the most good can be derived while causing the least harm. You compromise.
  47. 3 points
    Wow, gee, thanks for providing a link for this video that you despise. In the interest of presenting an alternative opinion, I'd point out that this is actually one of my favorite videos ever, because of the persistent pleas for permission. Also, if you'd like to watch it at a site where you don't have to register - and where it was originally uploaded by the maker of the video - you can do so here: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph55872b0269f9d
  48. 3 points
    This was something I did a while back, and only just got around to writing up. I've wet the bed pretty consistently for the last year, so I wear diapers to sleep. Normally, when I wake up, my diaper is wet. Sometimes, though, I'll wake up with a dry diaper and a bursting bladder. That's when the fun begins. The first thing I realized as I woke up is that I had to pee. Dear lord, I had to pee. It felt like there was a storm pressing against my bladder walls, waves of pressure begging to be let out. The second thing I realized, as I stretched a hand up under the hem of my sleepshirt to feel the diaper between my legs, is that I was dry. Not wet, not damp, but bone dry. I was holding in an entire night's worth of pee. The increasingly urgent need I felt wouldn't let me go back to sleep, and though the bathroom was right there, I didn't want to let such a golden opportunity go to waste. I padded back down the hall, away from the bathroom and into the kitchen. As I busied myself making my morning cup of tea, my mom came in, asking if I needed the bathroom before she took a shower. I pasted a smile on my face and said no. Now, there was no turning back. I spent the next few minutes making toast and putting the coffeepot on, pausing every few seconds to cross and uncross my legs. Sitting down with my tea and toast, the only thing I could think about was my need to go. I forced myself to gulp down my cup of tea, just to add some extra pressure to my poor tormented bladder. Beneath the table, I had my legs firmly crossed, and every so often I slipped a hand beneath the table to hold myself. It was clear that I wasn't going to be able to hold it for much longer. Every minute or so, my bladder would spasm, and a few drops would spurt from my pee hole into the padding. By the time I was finished with my tea and toast, I was leaking a little bit every few seconds, and literally shaking with need. When I stood up from the table, my knees went wobbly and I had to grab the edge of the table to support myself. My moment of distraction cost me, and I peed for a second before I regained control by crossing my legs and clenching as hard as I could. My knees were still wobbly on the way to the sink to do the washing up, and I could barely take each step. All of my attention was now focused on my bladder, which felt as if it was going to explode any second now. With one final step, I reached the sink, and put my dishes in. I was standing cross-legged now, with one hand firmly pressed into my crotch, and the other reaching for the faucet. As I turned the faucet on, the sound of running water was too much for my poor bladder. I didn't realize I had started peeing until I felt warmth against the hand pressed to my crotch as my pee filled my diaper. The warmth quickly spread forwards and back, the diaper rapidly swelling as I filled it. I felt a small trickle run down my leg, and quickly swiped it clean with my hand. After what seemed like forever, I stopped peeing. The swollen bulk of the abena between my legs felt enormous as I waddled back to my room. I was still shaking, but not from desperation, but from relief and arousal.
  49. 2 points
  50. 2 points
    this is my first time writing fiction and it will be realistic but not too realistic. that means that everything here is possible even if unlikely. some things are based on other things i've read here such as barry's stories about shelly. as i think i've mentioned before my favorite kind of omorashi is when its done innocently so there will be a lot of that and not really and not really forced. the story will begin when they were younger like 12ish and go until they are in the early 20's. please let me know what you think. this is based on fantasies i've been having for years now that will be compiled into one series. these stories will be from brians perspective unless told otherwise. now enough with the intro let me begin The summer when i was 12 is when i met one of my closest friends; liz. it was a warm sunny day and i was hanging out in my front yard reading a book when i first saw the moving truck come into the driveway. i lived in a quiet town in northern california so most people knew each other so when i saw a girl my age come out, i went over to meet her. she was white but tannish and tall for her age and for a girl but still shorter than me. she wasn't so developed but not underdeveloped for a 12 year old. i introduced myself and she told me her name was liz and that was kind of it. it was kind of awkward and she went inside. later when my parents found out about our new neighbors they invited the whole family for dinner one night to meet. while the parents were talking about "adult stuff" me and liz went to the couch to just hang around. we were both on the phone before i tried again to start up a conversation. this time it worked a little better and we talked mostly about where she was from and what the town was like. i invited her outside to keep talking as my parents loved to blast the ac on inside and even though it was summer it was way too cold inside. as we walked out i kind of noticed a skip in her step like something was bothering her. we sat down on the grass outside and kept talking. almost randomly she interrupted the conversation and said do you have a bathroom anywhere. i answered that we had one inside right up the steps and to the left. she got up quickly squeezing her thighs together and ran in then slowed down before going inside like she was embarrassed and walked normally up the stairs... i dont have time to continue right now but i will continue later tonight with the juicy part of this first chapter. (if there is a way to save this as a draft please lmk because that would be helpful in the future)