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    kalle2020 reacted to Htchbckrcr2121 in Wife has unplanned public accident today   
    @wetskipants, not even phased. Surprised it happened so quickly. And the first time she can remember actually losing bladder control especially in public. But that hasn’t stopped her from doing it again. In fact tomorrow we will be venturing out for a round 2 attempt. Can’t wait to see what happens this time. 
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    kalle2020 reacted to Htchbckrcr2121 in Wife has unplanned public accident today   
    Today was like any other day. Went to work (we work for the same company) but, decided to leave early and grab some lunch and drinks from a local joint nearby we frequent.
         First off let me say that she knows my obsession with Watersports and specifically OMO. And has recently gotten more involved with my fetish for me. So, as we were eating and knocking back some drinks she had gotten up a couple of times “breaking the seal” per say. But after that she didn’t budge from her seat the rest of the time we were there being about 3hrs. She ended up telling me that she wanted to have some fun at home and attempt to hold it for the car ride back so she would be nice and full when we arrived which is about a 15min ride. So I said to let me know when she felt like it was a good time to leave. 
         It wasn’t much longer after that conversation she looked at me and said she was starting to experience bladder cramps/spasm and that she needed to leave and get home. She went to stand up and instantly I knew this was going to be a bad situation for her as she acted like she could barely stand straight up and that she had probably waited too long. We paid and left with about a 5min walk to the car. About 3/4 of the way to our parking spot she hobbled over with another spasm and picked up the pace. We made it almost to the car when another major spasm caused her to completely lose control and like a waterfall start peeing in her light blue jeans in broad daylight in a very busy public area. Right there in front of me she stood helplessly pissing her self in public. A real dream come true for me. And the best part of it all is I caught it all on video. Which I will be editing and posting soon……STAY TUNED. 
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    kalle2020 reacted to Pioggiadoro in Told my girlfriend about my omo fetish   
    Hello everyone. I've been here for quite a long time and I've decided to right a topic.
    I'm into omorashi stuff since I was 12 I think and I've kept this thing for myself, I hadn't told to anyone. My girlfriend and I have been together for 2,5 years and I decided to tell her about my omorashi fetish. In particular I told her about the diaper fetish and that I'd love to see her wetting a diaper. She's vanilla, so she doesn't have any fetish unfortunately (it would have been easier to tell her). When I told her she was a bit confused but she accepted it and she told me that we could go in a supermarket and buy some diapers (idk why in a supermarket and not on amazon but that's not important). The next day we went to a supermarket and we buy some pull-ups (Tena Pants Maxi if you are interested). When we arrived at home I asked her if she want to try one and she agreed, so she was diapered. It was like a dream lol and after some time she told me that she had to pee. We went to the bathroom and she sat on the toilet with all her cloth on and she peed. Unfortunately the diaper leaked a bit because she peed a lot but she was surprised with the quantity of pee it could hold. 
    She told me that they are a bit uncomfortable to wear and while she was in a wet diaper she told me that it was hot down there and she doesn't like that sensation much, but she would wear it other time for me. Now it was all amazing and I really like it, but she can't pee if she isn't sit on the toilet. Any suggestion on how could she pee while standing or outside of the toilet? 
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    kalle2020 reacted to Testisa in Girlfriend really leaked in line for the toilet   
    I still can't believe this really happened, but two days ago, my girlfriend seriously leaked in her pants at a comedy theatre. Before, we went to a Christmas market and had some drinks with two of my girlfriend's male work colleagues/friends. It was also their idea to attend the comedy event. I only knew them briefly, but my girlfriend meets them quite often and they are nice and fun to be around. From the Christmas market we took a local train in the direction of the comedy theatre. On the way to the train station we boys all took a leak in between some bushes and trees. Only my girlfriend Sara did not go, but also never mentioned that she has to pee. 
    Only on the train I realized that she seemed a little restless and anxious to me, but I guess she overplayed it quite well as she laughed and talked like always. However, when we got off the train she crossed her legs quite hard when we had to wait at a traffic light. I asked her if something is wrong and she quickly replied that she needs a toilet really really bad. But we were only five minutes away from the comedy theatre. When we got there, there was a huge line for the entrance and the checkroom right after because it was mandatory to leave your wardrobe there. When we queued at the back of the line, my girlfriend looked really unhappy and almost stopped participating in any conversations. She could hardly stand still and now constantly rubbed one leg on the other or crossed them. One of the other guys also realized that she got unusually quiet and asked her what is wrong. She replied that she had to pee very bad and is now regretting that she did not visit a bathroom somewhere at the Christmas market. The queue then moved constantly, but slowly. After about five minutes, Sara left us briefly and took a look around the corner. I guess she wanted to skip the queue, but there was a narrow staircase full of people where you could hardly get through. 
    After about 15 minutes of waiting and just before the entrance, Sara suddenly bent forward and gripped her thighs really hard with her hands. When she looked up again her face looked really stressed and annoyed. "Oh my gaawd, this is ridiculous, why do we have to fuckin wait so long!?". "What's up, Sara?" one of the guys asked? "Is it bad or what?" Sara: "Oh my gaawd, I have to use the bathroom so freakin bad right now. I'm not even sure how much longer I can hold it..." "Don't pee your pants!!!", one of the guys said and we started laughing. "And don't think about waterfalls!!", which led to more laughter. Sara only replied: "Yeah, I'm trying my best to hold it..."
    We then passed the entrance, but had to wait another five minutes before we could leave our jackets and stuff at the checkroom. Sara was getting really frantic now. She was wearing tight blue jeans and danced on the spot or pressed her thighs together every few seconds. She also briefly stroked over her crotch with one hand every now and then when she thought nobody was looking. One of her colleagues now also realized that she seemed to be in a bad state and asked her laughing: "Are you okay, Sara? Or shall we tickle you to make it worse?" We boys started laughing and even Sara had to smile. "Don't fucking make me laugh...." I felt that I also kind of had to pee again, so I could only imagine how all the drinks must press on Sara's bladder. When Sara took off her jacket she did a curtsy and pressed her legs together really hard. 
    "Ok, where the fuck are the toilets now?" We did not know the location, so we asked at the checkroom and they told us to just follow the crowd. We tried to walk as quickly as possible, but there were many people ahead of us. Then suddenly Sara stopped dead in her tracks, crossed her legs really hard and grabbed her crotch with one hand. I think only I saw it first because the other two went a little ahead, but then also stopped. As soon as they looked at Sara, she took away her hand from her crotch, but still stood with her legs crossed. The other boys came closer and one of them asked: "What's wrong? Is it really that bad?" Sara replied breathless: "Yeahh....I can't even walk anymore...if I don't find a bathroom right now, I will start to piss in my fuckin pants, I'm not kidding!" We promised to find a toilet for her because we also had to go again. 
    Sara started walking again slowly, but now she had one hand close to her crotch the whole time. We then came to the bar area and also spotted a sign for the toilets in the corner. We went in that direction, but quickly realized that there were some lines as well. There was even a line for the men's toilet, but it seemed to move faster than the women's. When Sara saw the line she almost broke down. "This can't be happening! Oh my gawd!" I tried to cheer her up and said that it looks like it won't take that long, but it did not work because Sara replied: "I can't wait anymore, I can't! There must be another bathroom somewhere. If I don't find another one, I'm gonna piss my pants, I'm serious. I really can't hold this anymore." We then asked a security guy about another bathroom, but he said that for normal guests there is only that one. Sara now had tears in her eyes, but we convinced her to queue still. 
    We boys then queued for the men's, but it took us only maybe 5-7 minutes to be out again. When we got back, I could not spot Sara anywhere. She must have made it to the front of the crowd already. We then decided to get some beers from the bar and went in line there. When we had our beers we stood around somewhere close to the bathrooms. It took another 10 minutes until Sara finally arrived. Even from some distance away I could see that she looked flustered and exhausted. She came closer very slowly and when I realized that she spotted us, she pretended to look away and go in another direction quickly. But I shouted "Hey Sara" and she turned around and slowly and reluctantly walked in our direction and had both hands in front of her jeans crotch. I immediately sensed that something was wrong. When she reached us I wanted to give her her beer, but she did not want it and said that she had to go home because she does not feel well. "What's wrong?", I asked. Sara: "Eehh, I just don't feel well, so I wanna go home." Without saying anything else, she turned around and wanted to walk away quickly. But she made sure that she held her handbag over her butt area while walking away. 
     
    Can you imagine what happened next? 😄
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    kalle2020 reacted to rachelkirwan in Climate activists wearing diapers (german newspaper)   
    This is quite a common practice for people doing lock ons, from what I gather talking to some activist friends 🙂 Though they seemingly always get the shitty store brands, I bet you could extend your blockade if everyone had MegaMaxes 🙂
    https://www.thedirectactionmovement.com/lockons-devicestreesits
    Definitely some fiction possibilities 🙂
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    kalle2020 reacted to DiaperDespe in Climate activists wearing diapers (german newspaper)   
    Apparently some of those climate activists from "Last generation" are wearing diapers when they glue themselfs on the streets.
    The article from a german newspaper:
    https://www.bz-berlin.de/berlin/klima-radikale-sitzen-mit-windeln-auf-der-strasse
     
    The diapers in the picture are pants from "Facelle", an house brand from "Rossmann" (drugstore in germany).
    Maybe those activists really found out how convenient diapers are after some of those glued themselfs on cars in VW´s showroom and the janitor didn´t bring some poop-buckets as they demanded. But also take this article with a grain of salt as it was published by "Bild-Zeitung", the most infamous boulevard newspaper in germany.
     
     
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    kalle2020 reacted to Tellnoone in Playful bladder in the Hedgehog tooth woods   
    And here is a short vid and a picture from the final release, failed to add it to the first post. 
    20210914_123006.mp4
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    kalle2020 reacted to Tellnoone in Playful bladder in the Hedgehog tooth woods   
    Yeah, they´re fantastic. Once at home I peed slowly in them in front of the mirror, and I managed to get them wet all way around, only small dry patches around my hips left, and yet not a single drop on the floor. 
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    kalle2020 reacted to Tellnoone in The dog leads the way   
    Not yet, but soon. I just got some from a friend. I don´t know if it´s my thing, or if the discreetness of having a thin pull-up hidden under my clothes is an important part, but i will try and find out. 
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    kalle2020 reacted to Tellnoone in The dog leads the way   
    And while taking that photo I just couldn't hold it and started peeing myself until I regained control. 

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    kalle2020 reacted to Tellnoone in The dog leads the way   
    The dog had mercy with me and got me home.  Now this was just an hours walk, if she had chosen the 2 hour walk she did last week, it would have been disaster. So I was lucky this time.
    I leaked again just outside my home and almost lost it in the hallway, had a big struggle taking my shoes off. 
    I inspected the jeans and amazingly enough I had saved them.
    I didn't save my leggings though... 
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    kalle2020 reacted to Tellnoone in Last time you wet yourself?   
    I´m watching my neighbours dog today and didn´t have inspiration to decide what route to take, so I let the dog decide. Then I realised this could be a nice desperation game to play, since you have no idea how long you´ll have to walk. Also the rule is, if the dog wants to stop to sniff around, you have to be patient and give it time. And if the dog runs, you run.
    This time I wasn´t desperate at the start, but had chugged a liter of water before I went out. The dog kept surprising me and chose a nice and varied route all over the village. In the end it was an almost 2 hour long walk, and I actually leaked a little bit before we got home. Then I totally soaked my jeans in the shower. 
    I will play this game again soon.
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    kalle2020 reacted to Tellnoone in Some new public adventures in another town   
    @Dakota1 and @Helena,  Thanks for sharing! It´s always heartwarming to hear about relationships where you´re fully allowed to be you.
    I know I´m a very lucky bastard having a partner who joins in and enjoys my fetish to such a big extent, but as much as I love that, I can tell you it´s not what´s most important. The acceptance is what matters. Knowing that someone loves you just the way you are.  
    I have one strong memory from our 4:th date when I had first opened up about my fetish to him. I was about to leave and felt fine but also a bit shaky about everything, with my head spinning from what I had just revealed. Then he kissed me goodbye in the hallway looked me in the eye with warmth, and said “I like you”.  It meant so much to me right then.
    It´s all those acknowledgements that matters. A heart emoji in return after having sent a text message about needing to do laundry. The way he knows what´s on my mind and shows with a smile that he´s ok with it.
    And one thing we often talk about is, how our sexualities are our own, and it´s important to give each other space for solosexuality. If we lived together and had all the time in the world, I would still need to have my own adventures sometimes, and that´s perfectly fine. That´s also an advantage of being a fetishist. You’re not dependent on another person.   
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    kalle2020 reacted to minn33 in Last time you wet yourself?   
    Just now on my way home. I thought i could hold it when I tabbed out at the bar. As soon as I walked out the door I knew I was in trouble.
    I was shaking when I got to the car and piss started pouring down my legs. Thankfully I  was wearing a skirt, so other than a massove puddle beneath me and some compleet soaked shoes,  I looked accident free.
    I went home with my wet panties soaking ny skirt, and indulged myself jn a few more spurts. Thank god our street isn't well lot because I was SOAKED when I got out of the car.
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    kalle2020 reacted to minn33 in Last time you wet yourself?   
    I went to a concert last night wearing a very short dress. By the time we left, my hubby was almost black drunk which  gave me the right opportunity to completely piss my panties and shoes as we walked to our car. I loved hearing the squelching sound in my shoes as we walked to the car. I had promised to be DD and git to relish in my wetness the whole way home, with my husband none the wiser.
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    kalle2020 reacted to minn33 in Girls do you prefer to have an accident into a skirt/dress or into pants/shorts?   
    Honestly, it depends. If I'm trying to be secretive, dress and sandles, i will piss myself guaranteed because you can't really notice it. You just have to be careful with how you sit so your dress doesn't get wet. 
    I prefer peeing my pants but will obly do it at night, by myself,  and in dark pants so you can't  see from   short distance. Granted, you'll hear if I've soaked myself bc I always wear sneakers on these walks bc I love the squishy sound.
    My absolute favorite is putting on a pair of sweats and diaper and completely filling it when i go shopping or walking the dog by myself. 
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    kalle2020 reacted to minn33 in Last time you wet yourself?   
    On Saturday. I entered a wet t-shirt contest, which completely soaked my pants. As we left the bar, I had to pee really bad amd decided to just let it go since they were already totally wet. It was super exhilarating to get away with that in public.
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    kalle2020 reacted to minn33 in Favorite positions to pee your pants in?   
    Standing and walking. I love taking the dog for a walk at night and completely filling my diaper as I go. Feeking the warmth and squish as I keep going is amazing. 
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    kalle2020 reacted to Disneybaby65 in Last time you wet yourself?   
    First time posting a picture, put a cute outfit together I liked and I just felt like seeing it wet. 


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    kalle2020 reacted to 𝓴𝓪𝓴𝓮 in Real accident at a bar   
    So im in Japan for work stuff and went out drinking with some colleagues. I dont drink often and I never noticed that I really needed to pee until I got a bladder spasm. I immediately shot up and ran to the restroom, when I got in it started coming out and I went into the stall as I had a full blown accident in my shorts. Thankfully I could hide it with my sweater as a i drunkingly walked home
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    kalle2020 reacted to Tellnoone in Some new public adventures in another town   
    Unfortunately, due to work and family situations, it only happens a few times a year that me and my partner S get the chance to spend a whole weekend together on our own. There´s so many things we´d like to do together. We could record music, plan an art exhibition, watch a ton of great movies, or go for a long hike in the wild nature. But what we always end up doing is to engage in our fetishes. We have one each. So we dress up and pee our pants, sometimes at home, sometimes in another town. You need to know what to prioritize.
     This weekend started with a four hour train ride, checking in at the hotel and some recovery. I had a stomach ache at first, while the stress slowly faded away. It gave room for excitement and tension. All those ideas I couldn´t really think of when I was in the middle of all that work stress started to steam. We lay on the bed and made some plans for the following day. This was going to be good.
     But first, our standard evening activity. Leave our jeans and hoodies on the floor, dress up in suits and go out. The three piece grey suit was my (or probably my partner´s) choice for the night.
    We had a drink at one bar, and then moved to another one. I hadn´t been to the bathroom for a while (of course) and was starting to feel signals from my bladder already in the first bar, but then it eased down. We had some great food at the second bar, a popular and cozy place, except for the bad music they played. When we were done there and went for a walk my bladder was well ready for some fun. We walked along the waterside, and I spurted a little bit into my pants every time we stopped to make out. Hard to say how desperate I actually was. I probably could have held it without too much effort, but I had no such self discipline.  When we started to walk back to the hoteI I could feel that the wetness had soaked through my pants in the crotch, but S said that nothing showed. We stopped one last time to kiss before leaving the walking path and cross the street, and I took the chance to wet a little more. Just a little… One second, two seconds. I stopped when I felt the chilly trickles down my legs, almost reaching my shoes.
    We were almost at the hotel when S saw a sign of a grocery store and remembered that he needed something from there.  To visit a store after having wet my grey suitpants hadn´t been a part of my plans for tonight, but I didn´t resist. S checked me up again from behind in the streetlights, and once again said he saw nothing, and I thought that if he, who was looking for it, didn´t see anything, then I was probably safe.
    But once inside the store he strolled behind me again, and…
    “hey… I think you should know that…”
    “Don´t tell me NOW that it shows…”
    “It does. Let´s just do this quickly.”
     There weren´t many people in the store, but it was still a bit stressful. I tried to act causal while at the same time trying not to turn my back against people. I´m not dead scared of being seen with a wet spot on my pants, but right when it happens, when I find myself in a situation I can´t really escape,  I do feel nervous, and I definitely don´t want anyone to see. I don´t know if someone did this time. S claims it´s a good camouflage to be dressed up like that, because my whole appearance is what people are looking at… But I guess that depends on what kind of fetishist you are.
    On the way to our hotel room we didn´t meet any more people. S was now getting desperate to pee and said we´d better take the elevator. 
    “As long as it doesn´t get stuck”, I said, “but then we both know the deal”.
    I have told him about this fantasy I have that if the two of us ever get stuck in an elevator while he´s desperate, I´ll happily let him pee in my pants instead of his own to save him from the embarrassment. We realized though that it wouldn´t have been such a brilliant idea in this elevator that had transparent walls, so maybe it was good that the elevator didn´t stop.  
    Once in the room, while S rushed into the bathroom, I checked my behind in the mirror. There certainly was a darker shadow on my butt and crotch, but it wasn´t that bad really.   
    The night ended like it should. A full pantswetting in the shower, sex, clean-up and bed.
     
    If that night was our normal “vanilla” thing, the next day would be more psychologically challenging and adventurous to us. A kinky relationship opens up for so many “first times”, and apparently we never run out of them.
    We took it slow and easy with the breakfast and morning routines, but then it was time to go out. S started to pick his outfit for the day, and then I said “well, I´d better be gearing up too”. But this time didn´t mean dressing up in his fetish gear, the shirt, tie and suit. Instead I nervously picked up a pull-up from my backpack.  S smiled when he saw it. I had told him the day before that this was something I wanted to do with him, but Since I had never involved him in this exploration before I felt a bit insecure about it, but also excited. This would also be my first time wetting a diaper in public. Even if pantswetting has been my main interest, I´ve had some fantasies about diapers too. I have just needed some time to accept it and find out what it´s all about. I´m still in that process, I guess.
    I slipped into the diaper, and put on my underwear, showing S that it was hardly visible. Also with tight jeans on, this thin pull-up didn´t show as my jeans were still a bit baggy in the crotch.  
    We took the bus to a shopping mall with secondhand stores just outside the town, and there we looked around, found some stuff to buy, and had a coffee. I didn´t need to pee yet, but just wearing the diaper all this time, feeling it, knowing I could pee anytime I wanted to, was such a comfy feeling. And to know that my partner knew I was wearing it. We were both in that kind of nice and slow fetish buzz, as if we had taken the same drug. When I first started trying diapers I expected them to give me the same feelings that I get from omo play (and tended to be disappointed), but that isn´t really fair. With omo, especially in public, so much is about planning how to get away with it, the nervousness about getting the timing right, measuring the desperation level, the imagined humiliation, the inconvenience of the wet pants and feeling them against my skin. I love that. But wearing a diaper is like the opposite of all this, and I have realized it gives me an experience that I don´t get during omo play. Something more chill, slow and relaxed without all that focus on exactly when, how and where those seconds of peeing will take place.  It´s interesting, still a bit of a conflict for me, and I love my partner for being so sweet and supportive about something that has been tricky for me to be honest about, even with him.
     We left that place to go to a shopping centre at another bus stop, but the rain started pouring down, and the stores weren´t the ones we expected, so we just got back up on the bus without even leaving the bus stop. Even with this fail we were just happy. I could feel a slight need to pee, but the desperation took it´s time to grow, and I felt no restlessness about it. Back in town we went to a couple of other clothing stores, and now I was ready. I started intentionally leaking, in the middle of the store with lots of people around. A little bit every time we stopped to look at something. And a little bit more. S found himself a two piece suit that he wanted to try, and we went to the fitting room. While S tried it on and was happy to see it was a perfect fit for a great price, I was standing there wetting myself in slow spurts, feeling the heat pool around me before it got absorbed by the pull-up. It was nice to do it slowly and a little bit at a time, but I didn´t really need to be that careful. In case of a diaper leak, I had jeans with great absorbance, and I had a long rain coat that would cover the patch. This was a wetting with 0 % risk taking.  
    We made one last stop at the pharmacy and I peed some more at the checkout. Then we went back to the hotel room. The diaper had swelled quite a lot of course, but it hadn´t leaked a drop. Even the seams of my underwear were still dry. And now that I had the chance to put my hands inside my pants I realised I was horny as hell. Perfect. I decided to save this tension for our next adventure, and we just took a shower.
     If you´re familiar with BDSM-terms and hear the word “switch” you probably think about switching between the dominant and submissive positions, but when me and my partner first started talking about doing switch scenarios long ago, we had something different on our mind. Our plan was to switch fetishes. This means in one of the scenarios I would be the suit fetishist instead of my partner, and in the other one he´d be the omo-lover instead of me. A serious and intimate role play, as a way of changing the dynamics and getting to know each other even better. We have already spent so much time inviting each other into what turns us on, talking for hours and joining in the practice, finding our own ways of liking it. Now ready for the next step, this isn´t supposed to be just one scenario, but many. Today we were going to make the first try.
     In scenario A, my boyfriend was invited to a wedding with a strict dress code, and since he wasn´t used to dressing up he had borrowed some clothes from his brother. Me, his girlfriend and secretly a suit fetishist, had offered him some help, all excited about it of course, but trying not to let it show. Carefully and a little hesitant I picked an outfit for him. The black pants. The blue shirt. I helped him with the buttons. I picked a vest for him and a matching tie. And then as I slowly succeeded to do a nice necktie knot, everything got even more intense. All that pent up sexual energy from my earlier wetting adventure was combined with the many memories of my partner starting to shake in front of me with his full focus on me and my clothes. The fire within me found it´s right direction and the switch was complete. The desire and attraction was so big I had goose bumps on my arms. And it couldn´t be hidden, of course. My scenario partner didn´t fully understand what was going on with me, but he liked to see me like that and responded to it. While we took some photos and had him try another outfit, the tension just kept growing between us, leading us straight to the bed, where we fucked, as a great and inevitable ending to our first and very successful switch scenario.
     Sobering up after sex we realised we were really hungry so we made ourselves ready for our night out, now both of us dressing up. The dinner at the eritrean restaurant was fantastic, and the drinks we had at the first bar too. In the second bar they made them all too sweet, but I didn´t care much about the taste of my drink because I hadn´t been to the bathroom all night, had been a bit desperate already on the walk between the bars, and now I was all excited and ready for Switch scenario B. An omo-lover in the closet having his dreams come true as his girlfriend is having an accident… Almost too much of an omo-cliché. We all know which website that inspiration comes from.
     What I was going to do to stage this accident, I had done before, and I knew it would work out just fine, but I was still a bit nervous.
    When our drinks were almost finished I complained about being more desperate than I thought, and went to the bathroom in the back of the pub. I locked the door. I sat down on the toilet. I peed. Everything good, except for the little detail that I didn´t take my pants off. I just peed right through them. It felt weird to hear the sound of my pee stream hit the water while at the same time my underwear became warm and wet, but the relief was nice.   Once finished peeing I stayed seated to let the last drops fall. I was standing up a bit too early and could feel some pee that hadn´t yet made it through the fabric drip down the inside of my legs. A few drops landed on my shoes and the floor, and I wiped them off, and tried to see in the mirror if something showed on my pants. As always my black suit pants didn´t let me down. Nothing seemed to show. But still it was a big rush to unlock the door to let someone else in, and then make my way through the crowded bar, after having peed a full bladder into my pants.
    Now it was playtime, Switch scenario B had started.
    “Let´s go now” I told my partner.
    “Are we going already? Alright.” he said, and we left, while I tried to compose myself, knowing I was way too shiny with excitement for the character I was supposed to play, someone who just had an embarrassing accident that didn´t turn her on at all.
     Out on the street my boyfriend was confused.
    “What´s  wrong? I thought we were gonna stay out all night”
    “Sorry… But I kind of messed things up a bit…”
    “What do you mean?”
    “ Have you ever had that experience… You know, when you really need to pee and then you finally get to a bathroom and it´s getting hard to hold it just because you´re so close?”
    “Yeah, of course…”
    “Well, it happened. I got wet. I need to change.”
    “What? Did you wet yourself?” He looked almost chocked.
    “Just a little, but…”
    “Go ahead, let me see…” He went behind to see if something was visible. Then he asked me again what exactly happened.
    I waited until the people passing by were further away and then I explained that the only bathroom was occupied, and I had been squirming a bit outside the door. Then it opened and I had rushed inside and was just about to pull my pants down when I realized I couldn´t because I was wearing suspenders that I would have to get off first, and in that moment the pee just started coming. I managed to stop the flow so that I could finally get my pants down to pee the rest, but some damage was already done to my pants.
    My boyfriend listened to my story with big interest. I had decided that my own character would be one that was outspoken and not particularly humiliated by this event. A bit embarrassed but laughing it off.  And also confused when suddenly in the hotel room my boyfriend asked if he could feel with his hand how wet I was.
    “You don´t have to… well, alright…” He touched the wet fabric in my crotch and now it was obvious something was going on with him… He was way too excited.
    I took my pants off and showed him my light blue panties. There was a huge soaked patch reaching from the front and almost all way up my ass to the back.
    “Oh my god, you´ve wet yourself a lot!” he said, and couldn´t get his eyes off my underwear. Not his hands either.
    “You know this is pee, and not lubrication, right?”, I smiled.
    “Yes. I´m sorry you had an accident, and this might seem weird, but… I find this really hot”, he admitted. He started to explain, that this was a thing he had often been fantasizing about, but never had the courage to talk about. I asked him a few questions and he replied. I was surprised and puzzled about this whole situation, but not put off.
    “If this can make you happy, well then at least it was good for something…” I said, amused by the look of his face. He was hypnotized by my wet underwear.
    When he started touching me I allowed my character to become just as turned on as I was myself. We put some protection on the bed so that I could lie down and he continued his hand work while I had my wet panties still on, until I climaxed. Then I begged him to cum over my body, and he did.
     It was a fantastic experience to step out of my fetish and hand it over to my partner.  To have him admiring my wet accident, to see and feel his desire. So much acknowledgement in this. What a gift.  
    We fell asleep in each other´s arms with hearts full of love.
     Next day we went to a couple of museums before taking the train ride home. Then we had at least a couple of things to talk about if someone asked what we did last weekend.  
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    kalle2020 reacted to Tellnoone in A nature desperation/kitchen puddle-weekend   
    Thanks!😊
    And I actually had my last wet&swim less than two weeks ago. Cold water but sunshine on the rocks and fully enjoyable. But now I think it´s over. 
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    kalle2020 got a reaction from Tellnoone in A nature desperation/kitchen puddle-weekend   
    Very well written as usual, thanks for sharing! Great to hear how you can live this fetish together with your boyfriend but also still on your own.
    Btw, while reading it I was very surprised that you'd go for a swim in the lake at this time of the year....way up in the North...  😉 It wasn't until the last paragraph that I realized you had written this months ago.  😂😂
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    kalle2020 reacted to Tellnoone in Activities for couples   
    I have a lot of fun with my partner (who isn´t into omo, but loves to join in, and has another fetish).
    So here are some ideas:
     Find ways to combine omo with your partner´s kinks.
    Role play whatever scenarios that might turn you on.  Wetting during a date, a job interview, a business meeting or something else.
    Do role plays on the phone.
    Holding contests.
    Long desperate walks.
    Wet yourself without telling, and wait for the partner to notice.
    Invest in a mattress protector and enjoy bedwetting together
    Wet while doing boring household tasks or paper work together, to make it more fun.
    Pretend not to know each other and do interviews about your fetishes.
    Switch kinks with each other as a role play.
    If you want more details and ideas, just scroll through my other posts on here because I´ve written about a lot of our adventures together. 
     
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    kalle2020 reacted to Tellnoone in A nature desperation/kitchen puddle-weekend   
    I haven´t had the time to write much on here lately. I miss it. I thought at least I´d share a quick report from the past weekend. 
     After working like crazy I handed in a job Thursday afternoon, decided to relax for the rest of the day, and start building the excitement for a whole weekend with my partner S.  What better way to do this than to put on my favourite light grey wetting jeans, and go out for a walk? Nothing big, I thought. Just a few spurts that could be covered by my hoodie around the waist. I wasn´t very desperate either, and managed to do a climby off-track route without any bladder failures. Then I was on a more familiar path and stopped. I relaxed for just a second and let out a little spurt, and it took me by surprise how it felt like it shut almost all the way down my left leg. I thought first that it couldn´t be that bad, but then I looked down. Oh shit. There was a very obvious dark patch down to my knee. Probably because I didn´t wear the jeans so tight up my crotch, so all the pee just went down instead of wetting the crotch. As nice as it looked, it still wasn´t something I wanted my neighbours to see, and I knew it wouldn´t be covered by the arms of my hoodie, so I got a little nervous. I had a look around, took a picture, and then I quickly wrapped the hoodie around my left hip so that it covered the patch. It might have looked a bit silly to wear it like that, but it worked fine. Just as I started walking again I met a dog walker. I made sure the hoodie was in place and said hi. Her whole focus was on her dog though, so even with fully soaked pants I would probably have gotten away with it. I didn´t dare to wet anything more during the walk, but at home, in front of the mirror, I slowly finished what I started. Amazed as always about how much those jeans can hold. Only one little drop of pee landed on the towel under my feet.

     S arrived in the evening, and the next day we woke up to a bright sunny day with special plans ahead of us. A desperate 2,5 hour walk into town where I would most likely be in need of a swim in the cold lake and a change of clothes before having a nice dinner somewhere. For bladder health reasons I don´t do extreme holds often, so I save it for special occasions, and today there would be no holding back of the holding back. I was so happy to have S joining me in this even if I would be the only desperate one.
    I made sure I had a lot to drink during breakfast and then chugged half a liter before we headed out. Already in the beginning of the walk I felt like I had to concentrate a bit not to leak in the steep downhill, but no severe desperation yet, and it was actually nice to enjoy the first part of the walk relaxed, chatting with my boyfriend, looking at all the nice views of the great countryside that I see every day and still not get used to. At the same time I remembered the last time I took exactly this route last autumn (see my story “Smile and say hello”), and it was like every leak I had then was now printed in my memory. I lasted longer this time. One hour in and I was still completely dry. But then I stumbled, and… I didn´t make it. The first leak. A little later a downhill climb made my underwear damp again. But true desperation? Nope. I was now starting to get a bit impatient, and drank more of the bottle of water I had with me.
    After a while the desperation had reached the level when it started to physically turn me on, and we had some great kissing, but I still didn´t have any urges or bladder spasms. The one liter bottle of water was empty, there had been one hour since my first leak, and even if a few more leaks had sipped out since then, still nothing went through the jeans, and I had no problems standing still. Soon I saw the glistening lake behind the trees. We were almost in town, and I was now actually disappointed with my bladder, and wished it had been a little bit weaker. There was just one solution to this – prolong the walk, and go all the way around the lake instead of straight to town. This was a busy track though, a highway of joggers, strollers and mountain bike riders so we´d have to compose ourselves. No crazy making out fetish flow style with hands all over each other, just romantic kisses and holding hands. Easier said than done, but I think we did ok. But as the desperation grew, so did my arousal. Walking over some hills and a bridge on the south end of the lake I could feel myself slowly starting to overflow. There was a heavenly warmth in my underwear with every third step. Then back in control again for a while, but not for long. I kept leaking, tiny amounts at a time. The crotch of my jeans now wet, but not very visible. With my mind fully focused on holding my pee in, I started to be confused about which track to choose.
    We stopped to kiss again, and now it was really hard to just stand still. The fight against the urge to pee, the small and sweet failure I felt sipping into my jeans, and my boyfriend’s arms around me made me have a semi-orgasm, and I was breathing hard, then quickly bringing myself back on track, as there would always be people nearby. 
     The feeling of wetness was significant and I  asked S how my backside looked.
    “Do you really wanna know?”, he said.
    “Ok, time for something around the waist then?” I said, and he agreed that it was a good idea. 
    We stopped a few more times, the urges and the sensitivity for any kind of touch was getting stronger,  the leaks bigger. I was starting to lose it. We were also close to town, now about to pass by the last beach before the shopping mall. We stopped there. I still wanted to prolong this desperate adventure and all it´s pleasures, so I looked over to the other side of the lake, wondering if we could keep on walking to reach the beach on the opposite side, so that I could have my swim there instead. But just as I tried to see if the bridge was still there, big spurts of pee shut out into my pants, spreading heat down my thighs, and trickling all way down to my feet. I helplessly felt the spurts repeat themselves a couple of times before I regained control. This was it. My accident was now obvious, nothing I could get away with among people, and it would soon start pouring into my shoes. Now was the perfect time to give up.
    I let S take some photos before I sat down in the grass. People were passing by behind us, but nobody else were on the beach. A few ducks were the only ones laughing at me as I sat there and emptied my whole bladder into my jeans. My ass got warm, and a lake formed between my legs and sinked into the ground, before I refilled the river again and again, as I never seemed to stop peeing. 
    And then I was finally done. I crawled out of my wet pants, and cleaned myself up in icy cold lake water, before putting on nice dry clothes, feeling as good as new. I felt relaxed, but also a bit high, like after strenuous exercise. In a way I guess it is. And I felt something more – hunger! We headed into town for dinner and shopping. And I kept my light blue jeans dry by actually going to the bathroom like ordinary people. 
     

     

    Saturday was a rainy day. We´d stay indoors. We had some work to do together, to write stuff for a community building website. S insisted that would require some dressing up (did I mention he has a suit fetish?) so we checked the wardrobe. Me and S are such a match in so many ways, but one of them is that we have almost the same size and can borrow each other’s clothes. So who´s grey pants are these? It didn´t matter, I tried them on and found they were fitting perfect, they just wouldn´t have room for me to eat anything. No room for a desperate bladder either. But I had already decided I wouldn´t let myself become desperate today. As soon as S had dressed me up in a matching shirt, a tie, a west and a suit, and we´d both admired the sight in the mirror, I started deliberately dribbling a bit into my underwear. S was changing out of his expensive tweed suit into something just a bit cheaper (and most important, machine washable pants).
    I peed enough to feel my panties overflow and a little river running down the inside of my leg. There was a tiny dark spot on my knee, but S didn´t notice as he took some photos of me. When he touched my crotch a little later he did though.
    “You already started to pee yourself?
    “I told you there´s no room for a bladder in these pants, what was I supposed to do?” I said, “and by the way, what do you mean “already”? Did you really expect me to pee myself?”
    “I know you”, he smiled.
    After some snuggling that almost got out of hand we shaped up and sat down by the computer. I chose the hard surface chair with no cushion, S would be the secretary by the computer. It had been a while since I had a chair wetting, and I realised I had missed it when I started to let out a little pee on every small urge, still reasonably capable of concentrating on the task too.
    Suit pants often seem to be a bit pee resistant. I could see nothing on the chair, but there was a warm lake in my pants that I could feel when I moved around on the chair. After a longer spurt though, the low sound of a rhythmic tapping could be heard. S heard it too, after a while.
    “Something´s dripping… Hey boss, haven´t you totally wet yourself?”he said.
    “That´s your fault, you´re typing too slowly”, I said, “And put that dick back inside your pants now and keep working!”
     
    Believe it or not, we finished the text eventually.
    “Alright then”, said S, “We´ll copy/paste all of this and send to the others for feedback and then…”
    The sound of my pee suddenly splashing down under my chair interrupted him, and he started laughing.
    “…ehm… Oh yeah, that sounds great…” I said, all consumed by the bliss of now forcefully peeing my pants on the chair, creating a puddle at my feet.  Awesome.
     Alright, sorry about the abrupt ending, but this was how far I got writing this story a couple of months ago, before another stressful deadline prevented me from focusing on anything else but work. Honestly I don´t really remember the rest of the evening, and I just wanna get this posted so I´ll leave it to your imagination. But I´m pretty sure it involved some floor clean-up, S wetting his pants for me in the shower while I stared at him, and lots of masturbation and laundry. Standard activites.  

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