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    Gender-fluidss reacted to BlushyBby in Snow Fun   
    Ok-but this is such a cute scenario, right?! Thanks for sharing your experience @savcatz! I’ve been a lurker here for a long time, and I just had to break my silence to say how much I love the thought of this situation. I’m obviously into omo but I also consider myself a little, so this pushes all the right buttons for me lol. 
    The idea of being able to have fun with friends outside while doing some distracting activity like that and throwing some alcohol into the mix is like the perfect storm for making an adult end up putting off a bathroom trip until they’re suddenly desperate to pee...but because of the alcohol messing with your judgment and the temptation to keep having fun, it’s so easy to end up not realizing how much you have to pee until it becomes a legit emergency, and by then it’s too late. You end up in disbelief as you feel the warmth begin to leak into your pants in little spurts-okay, maybe it’s time to take a quick bathroom break now...and it’s not like that little warm, damp spot counts as an accident anyway, right?
    Just as you start trying to make your move towards the nearest bathroom, you realize you definitely overestimated your holding abilities-or underestimated how much you were holding, and your plan to avoid having an accident unravels quickly. Maybe one of your friends unexpectedly does something to make you laugh just a little too hard, or someone bumps into you or pushes you down playfully, or maybe you don’t even have a good excuse other than your bladder can’t take it anymore.
    No matter the scenario, you end up feeling your cheeks get a little hot as you realize those little spurts are now rapidly turning into a steady trickle that is soaking into your pants, shamefully traveling down both your legs. At that point, you can tell there’s no turning back from the embarrassing predicament you’ve gotten yourself into.
    All you can do is to try to keep laughing/talking/carrying on with your friends  as nonchalantly as possible while you helplessly wet your pants and hope no one notices the random, glistening streaks of wetness cascading down your pant legs as you feel the pressure in your bladder start to diminish. Finally the stream tapers off and you know you’re done...a wave of relief sweeps over as you relish the feeling of an empty bladder after holding so much, but it’s short lived as you remember you’re an adult-who has just uncontrollably wet their pants in public. 
    After taking a quick look around at your friends, you realize that no one seems to have noticed what you’ve just done. In fact, everyone’s already wet from the snow and has been drinking...could you really get away with your little accident? Once the initial shock of wetting your pants as an adult while out with your friends wears off, it’s as if nothing even happened. Now you can get right back to the fun without missing a beat...and, since you’re already wet and everything, why bother trying to hold it anymore?
    If this happened to me, I can just imagine the low key embarrassment and disbelief I’d feel after sobering up and realizing I spent the whole outing wetting my pants because I was having too much fun with my friends to take a bathroom break, just like a little kid who hasn’t learned to prioritize using the potty over playing.
    Sorry that ended up being super long, but hopefully someone ends up enjoying it 😅.
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to sagely87290 in desperate to piss on the way home   
    i’m fortunate enough to have a partner that’s into pee enough to indulge my fantasies. they’re always telling me when they’re desperate, always letting me listen to them piss (literally never thought i would be into that but here i am), and (when i’m ready) they say they’re down to involve it in the bedroom and it literally drives me insane how amazing they are.
     
    cut to today, i’m feeling extra horny and decide to have a little fun and tell them. normally i’m pretty quiet about when i’m doing piss stuff but today i let them know i was going to leave work without using the bathroom like i normally do. i get pretty desperate at the end of work because that’s when i get motivated to actually hydrate, so i figured considering that and the fact that i had no time to go and was already feeling pretty desperate, it was the perfect time to fuck around and make myself really really desperate.
     
    (and this story takes a slight detour where i describe /another/ time i got super desperate at home because i was thinking about it today.)
     
    so i left work at a good 60%, with a full bottle of water. my commute can take up to 2 hours depending on how traffic decides to flow so i’m going in fully prepared to sit there desperate for that long. when i sat down in my car i really started to feel it weigh on me and honestly it made me so excited. i was wearing black leggings and a black thong so i was ready and fully prepared to piss my pants if it was needed. 
     
    first hour in i drink about half of my water bottle. i’m stuck in the middle of traffic and honestly, got an adrenaline rush from it. at the same time, i’m thinking about the last time that i got desperate — i was in my room and i woke up in the middle of the night with the biggest urge to piss i’ve ever felt in my life. i could barely climb out of bed before i was sprinting to my door and i stopped because i could already feel myself pissing through my panties. i was crossing my legs, trying to keep it together but i could feel it running down my legs so i gave up on the door and hobbled over to my garbage can, pressing my thighs together and trying to change the garbage bag so i could put a new one in so i could you know, PISS in it. mind you i finally managed to stop it from flowing out of my panties. they were soaking wet — i remember the way it stuck to my pussy. anyway, i changed the bag successfully, and i guess my brain decided it was time to lose control again and then i was pissing once more. didn’t even bother pulling my panties down and turned around and pissed directly into my garbage can. even though i leaked all over the carpet i managed to still piss a decent amount which was honestly kind of incredible. the only saving grace in my mind was that i knew it was all water. 
     
    anyway, sidetrack aside — at hour 2, almost home, i’m starting to really feel it. i know when i get up it’s gonna readjust and i’m gonna be fucked, basically. so i pull into my garage, ready to probably let go on the ground there, and lo and behold, my mother is there. and she wants to /talk/ too. so there goes that idea.
     
    cue me talking to her for 15 minutes, subtly potty-dancing in my large coat. if she wasn’t looking i’d be grabbing my crotch at this point because i can feel the liquid right at the very start of my hole starting to leak out. and as good as it feels, i was not going to be pissing myself in front of her again (see my other post for that).
     
    eventually she stops talking to me and i have time to fill up my water bottle and go upstairs and start my shower. my earlier desperation had faded so i decided to play my favorite game—shower while desperate to piss. all the water all over makes it so hard not to let go, so i knew it was perfect to get me back into that mode. 
     
    i started to take my clothes off and immediately felt myself switch from ‘holding it’ to ‘barely holding it’ in 3 whole seconds. pee leaking out of my pussy as i try to take my pants off barely, basically soiling my underwear before peeling them off and hopping in the shower. the whole thing was torturous, really, but i didn’t pee. just bounced from one leg to the other until i finished and hopped out. a wave of desperation hit me and i clutched myself, searching for my soiled underwear and peeling them off with full intention of pissing through them in a last minute attempt but, nothing happened. so i drink some more water, and leave the shower. because clearly, i’m not there yet.
     
    fast forward to after i hobble into my room and manage to lock the door, i didn’t last much longer. right at the door, i started to leak in my panties like no one’s business. i started grabbing at myself trying to figure out whether to piss here or on the bathroom floor, i decided to get funky and piss in this empty vase in my room.
     
    or, i made it empty, it had flowers from people at work but i decided to toss them in something else and piss in the empty vase instead, all while pissing myself throughout the process. i have learned that once i start, its pretty hard for me to stop. so i hovered over the base and pissed through my panties inside. god, it felt so good. an entire half day’s worth off piss made it in there, minus whatever leaked on the floor at the end. i plan on telling my partner everything but had to write it out first. 
     
    anyway, clearly i’m in a rare mood today. i hope you all enjoyed a bit of it 🙂
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to gymsweatr in Thank you snowsuit   
    Hello everyone.  I have to thank this site and the members for turning me onto snowsuits this past winter.  I love stealth wettings, just letting go anywhere without worries of who may see.  But besides wearing dark pants , some type of sports gear that dries fast (primarily black bike shorts and bibs, my favorite), or doing it in dark out of the way places, there are not many options beside just letting go in my house.   Even in my yard can be an issue since I have plenty of neighbors.  But, now that I have a few pairs of snowsuits, I can let go in the yard at least during the winter months.   And living in Seattle means I can stretch that season out a few more months.  I bought my first pair, as an adult last fall.  I tried them out while doing some fall yard clean up, which took me most of the day.  I like to keep a thermos full of coffee with me and I tend to have a small bladder, so being able to just  "let go" without going back in was not only a thrill but also saved me time.  I even let go once while my neighbors were out in their yards racking leaves.   I did manage to take some pics to commemorate my first time. 






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    Gender-fluidss reacted to Wwtmyselfagain in After work drinks turns into wet jeans (pics)   
    After work I had a few drinks with a few coworkers.... didn't think much of it when I left to go to home I had a need to pee.... an hour commute.... fast forward to being 10 min.  From home.... I'm squirming in the car and had leaked just a small bit.  
     
    When I get home I can barely get inside without potty dancing and leaking! Put my bags up.  Fed the cats.  RUN TO THE BATHROOM. Thought I forgot my phone (since I had been spurting this whole time. ) go back to look for it.  It's in my coat pocket.... at this point I just walk to the bathroom since I'm already wet...  practically couldn't hold it and full on peeing myself once I get to the toilet! I whip it out and finish in the toilet!
    Then decide since I can't be a big boy I go ahead and put on some protection afterwards(; ps. I'm fairly wet as I type this!


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    Gender-fluidss reacted to justyourlilboy in what is your most embarrassing wetting story?   
    i was at an event with a large group of people, some i knew, some i didn't. and i was sat on a couch with a few other guys, we were initially playing a game, i said something teasing to one of them, and he poked me. noticing how i squirmed at the poke, he proceeded to ask if i was ticklish, i didn't reply. he took it upon himself to start tickling me, and like literally wouldn't stop, and he was bigger than me so it took me so long to get away and by the time i did i had leaked a little, and ran off to the bathroom extremely embarrassed. i didn't lose full control but enough to see a spot... initially extremely embarrassed about it but ended up having the biggest orgasm to the memory later on. 
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to shadowbox in what is your most embarrassing wetting story?   
    hii:) I was hoping to make a thread for people to share their most shameful, humiliating, or embarrassing Omo related moments!
    I’ll go first…
    For me, it has to be when I was coming home after beginning a hold, with plans to continue once I got inside. Needless to say, I ended up being more desperate than I expected, and while I was fumbling with my keys, I completely wet myself. Like uncontrollably, couldn’t help it, started as one little leak, but then couldn’t stop the leaks to save my life, then, while I was standing there completely soaking myself… One of my neighbors walked by. And we made eye contact. And then she looked down at my pants, and the back up at me, and asked “are you OK?“ To which, I couldn’t even reply, and just finally rushed inside. At first I was super embarrassed, but then ended up having the best orgasm of my life thinking about the shame.
    your turn! 
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to WhenYouGottaGo in When guys can pee but women cant!   
    Ok, so I think I am a bit overdue for another story to post! I am also recovering from a hangover so bare with me while I type this! sorry for the wall of text as well! 

    So this was years ago in my early 20's. after college but still in the "go out with all my friends from college" days. We had a (male) friend in our friend group that lived like two blocks away from alot of the bars we used to go to, so we would usually start or end our nights there! 

    One night we all go out like we normally do, the plan was to meet up at the bar and then afterword's migrate to his house. I am going to fast forward through the bar part, of course drinking was involved and alot of us had to pee but since it was so close. We all walk back the two blocks from the bar to his house/apartment. And a little bit about how it was set up was you had to go in through the back with the stairs on the outside (think like the fire escapes in new york, but made out of wood and stairs and not ladders) 
     
    Anyway, we get back, the apartment is locked of course but in our drunken stuber walking back we realized, WE LOST OUR FRIEND (WHO LIVED THERE!) , AND HIS GIRLFRIEND, AND HER FRIEND! so now there is 5 of us (me and another girl plus 3 guys) stuck outside, locked out! and everyone in the group had a full bladder!

    So one of the guys called him to find out where he was, I am not sure what was said on the phone but he was quite annoyed and said  to one of the other guys: "yeah he said he will be here"

    "do you know how long?"

    "i dont know man he's hammered and couldn't comprehend that we are stuck outside his place"

    "moron"

    so we wait, the three guys are standing at the top of the balcony while me and my (girl) friend sat down on the stairs to talk. but thats when they did the unthinkable and we heard. 

    "I have to fucking pee, im not waiting for him" and they turn around. 3 feet away from us at most and literally start peeing!!!

    Now I have a feeling that the guys on here wont see a problem with this and the ladies on here are getting angry reading this! because we very much were!!!

    But my poor poor friend, well she HAD to go bad. As soon as she heard 3 men peeing I saw her eyes start to well up like she was about to cry and she turned herself into a pretzel. She looked at me and asked "do you think its ok to pop a squat"  I replied "do you want to??"
    and how she responded broke my heart because she said "no.." and started to cry a little!! so now I have to go into mom mode, ignore my own bladder to help her out! 

    Lucky for us our drunk friend stumbled back a couple mins later to unlock the apartment for us! now what happened next I couldnt make up if I wanted to! One of the guys who peed near us called out to him and said "about fucking time you showed up I need to pee again!!"

    This guy was literally going to try to use the bathroom, after peeing outside while we havent gone yet at all!. I still remember to this day that when my friend heard this, that woman shot the most angry look I have ever seen her make in my life to him and when the door was unlocked she RAN past him and into the bathroom. Of course I was right behind her, I wasn't going to let him go again before I get a chance!! The other two ladies that showed up were not far behind either! The rest is not too eventful but we got to hear him complain from the kitchen about how he had to pee while we were in the other room waiting for our turn to go. Probably the only time I/we have ever gotten a man to hold it lol.


    But anyway, this was probably reading like a ramble so Im happy to clear anything up. but moral of the story. Men, please dont pee outside around us if we cant go. Thank you. 
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to Windows XPee in Some of my Memorable Wettings   
    Congrats on being able to tick that off your bucket list! I had similar experiences myself in senior school, although in the UK we were school uniforms and my black trousers concealed all my accidents, allowing me the luxury to play around with it quite a lot.
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to UrbanX in Some of my Memorable Wettings   
    Hi everyone! I decided that it would be fun to make a thread where I can talk about some of my favorite/most memorable wetting experiences. They won’t really be in any particular order, just which ones come to mind first lol.
    Anyways, here’s the first story! I’ve told it to a few other people on this forum.
     
    Wetting myself in a high school classroom.

    This story takes place when I was a senior in high school. Early 2022 I think. I was a leader in a bunch of clubs that would run pretty late in the day, and I would usually be the last person to leave, given I had to clean everything up. This day was no different, with me being alone in the late afternoon, cleaning things up.
     
    One thing that was different was that I could feel that my bladder was fairly full, and that I was feeling pretty horny. The thought of wetting myself at school was always a fantasy. I was a senior, so I would not have this opportunity for much longer. After a bit of debating with myself, I had decided: I would wet myself in school, crossing that off my bucket list.
    On this day I was wearing some grey skinny jeans, black CK boxer briefs, and classic converse high tops with white socks. I had my gym clothes in my bag that I would change into after I did it since I still didn’t really want to get caught, much less at school lol. 

    I had finished up cleaning the room, setting up the last few chairs to the way we found them and put the last of the supplies away. I was incredibly excited for what was about to come, and my heart was pounding in my chest because I had never done something so risky.
    I soon started planning. The hallways and the cafeteria all had cameras in them, and doing it in the bathroom felt like a cop out. However, the classrooms didn’t have any cameras and the janitors wouldn’t come by to clean until at least an hour later, so I would have no risk of being caught in the act. I decided that I would just wet myself in the classroom I was in at the time.
    Next was the question of cleanup. Thankfully, the classroom had a bunch of paper towel rolls that I could use to clean up any puddles. I could also throw them away in the big trash can in the room that was already pretty full.

    Everything was settled, and by this point I was bursting. I stood up by the wall, aimed my hard dick up and pressed my legs together. The sound of my beating heart was deafening, as my brain went wild thinking about all of the things that could go wrong.
    It was too late to back out now, and I was determined to soak myself. I breathed in, held it in for a second or two and when I released my breath, I opened the floodgates. The wet spot soon appeared on the front of my jeans. The room was silent except for my heavy breathing, throbbing heart, and hissing noise from the piss flowing into my jeans. The wet spot quickly flowed down my jeans. Having my legs pressed together made it so the wetness showed on both legs. Once the wetness made its way down, it started to fill up my shoes, soaking my white socks. Once they were full, a puddle started forming on the floor on the floor. I don’t remember how long I pissed for but it felt like an eternity.
    After I was done I inspected the damage. The front of my jeans were completely soaked and it was obvious. The back was also heavily damaged! My shoes were filled with piss and needless to say my socks were also soaked. There was a massive puddle on the floor and I even managed to get a little bit of my shirt wet near the bottom.
    Using the paper towels, I cleaned up the puddle on the floor. I poured the piss that was in my shoes in the trash, padding it with extra paper towels as to not leave a stagnant puddle of piss in the trash, and changed into my gym shorts. I put my soaked jeans into an isolated pouch in my backpack. I didn’t have a change of socks, shoes, or undies so those had to say on. 
    The cleanup was done fairly quickly, and because I was well hydrated, there was no smell at all.
    My walk home was around 20 minutes and my shoes squelched on the way home while I felt a constant cold wetness on my crotch.
    The coldness made me get desperate fairly quickly again, so when I turned onto my street, I released everything yet again into my grey Uniqlo running shorts. Again, the piss poured down my legs and filled my shoes a second time, cresting a streak on the pavement. My shorts showed the wetness pretty well, but I lived on a quiet street with trees blocking most people’s view of the street, so I knew I would be fine (I had wet myself on that road many times before so I had experience with doing it lol.)
    When I got home, I emptied out the piss from my shoes (again) and took a nice long shower. After that, I changed and laid down in bed, just thinking about how bold and amazing what I did was.
     
    Hope you all enjoyed!!!! There will be more to come!
     
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to Tellnoone in Wettest week ever?   
    Ok, here´s the thing. I´m doing a gynecological surgery in two weeks that will require me to for abut two months stay away from everything that could possibly increase risks of infections, such as penetrative sex, using tampons, baths… Of course I haven’t specifically asked my doctor if I should also avoid wetting myself, but better safe than sorry. I really should do everything to recover as good as possible.   
     So lately I´ve been thinking about how I could get the best out of my last week on my own before the surgery. Could I dedicate it to omo and let myself indulge in it over and over? But how can I have the wettest week possibly without overdoing things and get tired of it? Is there a way to keep it special?
     I came up with this idea to put some randomizing into the game, and let chance decide what and how I should wet. I have had a lot of such ideas before, but never something this complex.
     So, the basic rule is, I will wet as much as possible this week, but not in inconvenient situations, and only as long as it´s fun and nice.  I will constantly alternate between diapers and pants. I start off with one pile of 8 different kinds of diapers, and one pile with 9 different pants, and then for every wetting I´ll let a “random number generator” pick which one to wear.
     To add even more fun to it, I also have a lottery of instructions that should follow with every wetting. They´re not very specific and doesn´t require certain settings, and there´s no holding challenges. I won´t be stretching my bladder more than to a comfortable fullness (sorry desperation lovers). But I can see how others could have great fun using this concept including holding challenges too.
    It will be interesting to see if I can keep the spark up all the way until the weekend when I´ll meet my partner and invite him to the game. He specifically asked me to save the bedwetting until he comes over.
    I´ll keep you updated as often as I can!

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    Gender-fluidss reacted to mm0976 in Wetting whilst bike riding   
    I just uploaded a video I made last summer after some of my escapades on the bike - may you'll like it 🤪
    Wet Bike Ride    
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to wetgarth in Wetting whilst bike riding   
    So as the tittle describes,  just been for a 23 mile bike ride.
    First chance I have had to get out for ages as it's been very windy & stormy for what seems for ever.
    However the weather here UK today is what can only be decribed as a dull, wet, misty and grey day. There were stroms during the night so the roads very wet and flooded in some places (it's all back roads and farm tracks that I tend to ride mostly) . So the occasion called for my waterproof over trousers. Couldn't be more happy as I was able to set off on my ride with a totally full bladder and release into my pants and cycling leggings as I rode round. No one could see or tell what I was doing but felt wonderful being able to deliberately let spurts out here and there.
    I even sat on a park bench opposite some cottages and realeased a massive flood of warm pee into my pants emptying my still full bladder, which pooled round my bum in the waterproof over trousers and no-one any the wiser. As I stood up the collected warm pee worked it's way down and out of the bottom of my legs onto the already wet ground so again no one could tell. 
    Cycled all the way through the town's high street with a grin on my face and warm wet pants. The padded cycle legging squishing nicely and felt so nice. I get such a high from simply knowing what I have done but no one else knows, it felt wonderful.
    Sometimes this time of year has it's benefits. 😁
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to Macintosh1880 in Peeing in the Dorm Sink   
    So I’ve been on this site for nearly a decade now, mostly just lurking with the occasional comment. However, I’ve started a new account today because I finally have an experience that I think is worth writing about and I’d feel a bit uncomfortable continuing to use the account I made when I was underage. I’m currently in my second year of undergrad and, much to my surprise, my dorm life has involved a bit more pissing that I thought. I live in a two story dormitory with one set of bathrooms per floor. While I can’t speak for the ladies room, the men’s bathroom always smells and is constantly dirty (despite being “cleaned” everyday). Because of this, I’ve noticed that a lot of us guys pee in the sinks in our rooms. I’ve done it since day 1, since I figured it was the only way I could get away with some naughty peeing with so many people around. Later on, I found out that my roommate had done it a few times before as well. Me and him have stuck together even after moving from the freshman to the sophomore dorm, and at this point we’re comfortable enough that we’ll openly use the sink around each other. I have no reason to think that he enjoys it in the same way that I do, but it’s still nice to be around someone that doesn’t care about pissing in a “taboo” spot. 
     
    Anyways, I know that two college dudes both pissing in the sink might sound a bit dime-a-dozen, but it’s evolved past that over this last semester. As we’ve settled into the college life, we’ve also solidified our friend group. As of right now, our group consists of about five: me and my roommate, who are basically inseparable at this point; another guy, who we’ll call “Tom”; his on-again-off-again girlfriend, who we’ll call Lisa; and another friend named Anna, who just started hanging out with us consistently a few weeks back. We typically spend a lot of time just hanging out in the dorm, usually in my room. Sometimes we’ll watch TV / play a game, sometimes we’ll be working on homework, and sometimes we’re just chatting. None of us are really interested in the drunken debauchery that you see in the college student stereotype (which fits a lot of the others in our dorm), so we’ve found a good bit of camaraderie with each other. I honestly can’t say that I’ve felt closer with any group of people than I have with my current friends. We’ll typically hang out together for a few hours 2-3 times a week, and it’s just about guaranteed that, my roommate, Tom, and I will all pee in the sink. It started earlier this fall when my roommate broke the mold by stepping up to it and declaring that he had to piss before whipping it out (I’m glad that he was the one to start it, as I never would have been bold enough). Both Tom and Lisa were in the dorm with us at the time, and we all laughed and poked fun at him for it. Soon enough though, Tom and I joined in on the joke and used the sink. Lisa was slightly mortified. She takes no issue with us pissing around her, but still to this day claims that she’s never peed anywhere but the toilet. Still though, she takes part in the banter and has gotten to the point where she’ll mostly ignore it. It’s just become a habit of convenience / laziness at this point, and the three of us will all use the sink without commenting on it or announcing it beforehand. 
     
    I’ve always really enjoyed this moments, but it still kind of just felt like some “silly thing that the guys do.” This changed a few weeks back when our friend, Anna, started hanging out with us. I’ve known Anna for awhile now and she’s always been someone that I really admired. She’s one of the most dedicated and driven people that I’ve ever met. The main reason why she didn’t start hanging out with us sooner is because she’s always out and about doing something important. She usually joins us at the lunch table and such, but has a pretty packed out schedule for the rest of the day. At the end of last semester though, her evening schedule cleared up a bit and she started to hang out with us more often. The first night she joined us, it was only about twenty minutes before Tom took a piss in the sink. Lisa chastised him about doing it in front of Anna, but she just laughed it off and he didn’t seem to care. The real surprise came about another hour in. Mid-conversation, Anna stood up and faced her back towards the sink. Without skipping a beat, she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down along with her underwear, giving everyone in the room a full view of her bush before hoisting herself up onto the sink. A few seconds later, we heard strong hissing and the sound of her piss going down the drain. I suppose it wasn’t too out of the ordinary, since the three of us had already been doing it, but we were all shocked nonetheless by how casually she joined us. Not to mention, she certainly gave off more of a show. The three of us are usually pretty discreet when doing it, keeping our back to everyone else and such. With Anna, she gave us a full view of everything - I even caught a glimpse of her bare behind in the mirror when she lifted herself up. I asked her about it afterwards, and she admitted that she pees in the sink in her own room from time to time. Anna’s hung out with us consistently since then, and done the same thing two more times. I’ve been trying to hide it, but quite frankly I don’t think I’ve ever been more aroused. I absolutely love it when girls will pee casually somewhere as part of their normal routine despite not having a fetish for it. My favorite topics are peeing in the pool and the shower for this reason. Needless to say, I now really want to know if she does these as well. I’ve kept my cool so far, and I’m hoping that we’ll all continue to do this for awhile. Who knows, maybe we’ll even get Lisa to do it one of these days. 
     
    Does anyone else here have any experiences about peeing / seeing other people pee around the dorm? I’ve heard from plenty of others before that it’s not abnormal to use the sink, and I’m really curious to know how much pissing goes on in the dorm shower (sadly, this hasn’t come up with my friends). I’d love to hear everyone else’s experiences!
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to jboarder64L in A completely avoidable bed wetting   
    I apologize in advance about my somewhat odd storytelling format. I’m not always the best at writing and I often find myself just kind of dumping thoughts straight from my mind directly into writing. I’m just doing my best to portray this all as I felt it so bear with me here 😂
    As I’m laying here this morning after my shower,  browsing the site and reading some amazing stories I’d been feeling a growing need to pee since I got out of the shower. The thought of wetting the bed in my new sweats had crossed my mind earlier since I did plan on washing my bedding today anyways but being all fresh and clean I couldn’t help but think how wrong it would feel to do that. Initially I thought I could compromise with getting into a diaper for the day instead but needless to say either option feels just as wrong to be inevitably wetting myself fresh out of the shower so naturally I just laid here and kept on reading. I figured I’d just kind of ponder it for a few minutes. My urge to pee of course, growing stronger and stronger by the minute. After about 20 minutes I was really feeling the pressure and starting to get a bit uncomfortable. I found myself wiggling my toes constantly to distract myself from the growing pressure. As I continued to read story after story about desperation and wetting I couldn’t help but think how good it would feel to just let go right here on the spot in bed in these nice thick, soft, cozy sweatpants. I kept thinking about how it would look to see the dark spot grow across the light grey fabric and to hear the loud hissing of my pee drenching my pants. At that point I just couldn’t resist anymore so I said screw it, grabbed my phone, hit record and just let go and honestly..... it was everything I had imagined and then some! The warmth, the hissy sloshy noises, the way the wetness spread. It was sooooo good 😊. As wrong as it felt to do this right after my morning shower, I can’t help but think to myself as I lay here in my soaked pants and bed..... gosh, that was fun 😁
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to izb3dwetting in Oh, how Naughty!   
    Tonight, I couldn't help myself. I'm laying in bed next to my husband and while he's sound asleep, I can't sleep.
    A thought popped up my head, I could sleep better if my panties were a little wet. 
    I had gone to the bathroom before climbing into bed, so I really didn't think I had much left in me. 
    I let a little squirt out and instantly I feel my panties get wet. Oh, how I love the feeling. 
    Well that's where I become naughty. I grab a sweatshirt off the floor and ball it up and shove it between my legs. 
    I emptied my bladder into the sweatshirt slowly, squirt by squirt. I'm pretty proud I didn't get the bed wet. 
    Now, I can sleep since I'm wearing wet panties. 
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to emmyg in My guy peed inside me   
    My playmate drank lots and lots of water until he was super desperate. The only place he was allowed to go? Inside of me! He has a special talent that he can empty his bladder with a boner and I enjoy this very much. He also has a huge bladder. Got him all teased and rock hard and he fucked me gently from behind standing up while moaning and letting his bladder go. I felt the warmth trickle down my thighs for what felt like forever. I pulled it out a few times and put it back in without interrupting his stream. There was that much. It was such a wonderful sensation and I'm happy to report it did not cause me any harm, it probably helped that it was 95% water 🙂
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to desperatezeph in Solo road trip "miscalculations"   
    I'm making myself finish writing this post before I pee again, and it'll become clear why that's a substantial challenge in a minute (even though I peed less than an hour ago)-- I'm starting to write this post at 7:45 PM.
    A little context-- I have certain chronic illnesses that make hydration both extremely important & very difficult to attain. I take sodium/potassium capsules to help with this, and even under normal conditions I'm supposed to drink 3 to 4 liters of fluids per day. Between this and my interest in omorashi dating back to elementary school, my bladder capacity is quite high-- somewhere around 1300 mL (5 to 6 cups). In typical circumstances, even at my most desperate, I rarely leak.
    But these aren't typical circumstances. For one, I'm moving across the country (United States), driving from the West Coast to the Midwest. My previous home was less than 30 feet above sea level; the motel I stayed in last night was at 3700 feet. I'm fairly certain I went to bed last night dehydrated, because I barely had to pee at all when I woke up this morning, but I was in a lot of physical pain (possibly related to a car crash on Thursday just before I started the road trip) and couldn't stand for long without nausea & dizziness.
    I was willing to do just about anything to reduce those symptoms. So, after taking some over the counter pain meds, I decided to drink as much as my body would tolerate, even though I knew I'd be on the road for 8 to 9 hours & hydrating that much would make me need to pee just about every hour.
    As I've said, I can & should drink as much as I do because of an underlying medical condition. If your doctor hasn't recommended this level of fluid intake, DO NOT TRY IT YOURSELF. It WILL make you sick if your body doesn't need it. Even I rarely drink this much; the higher elevation & my symptoms this morning led me to conclude this was the best course of action, and I'm feeling substantially better now, so I believe I was right.
    I started off the day with a 1.5L bottle of alkaline water, over the course of 2 to 3 hours (starting around 8:30 AM). Less than halfway through that bottle, I ordered & finished a large (30 fl oz / 890 mL) iced coffee. I checked out of last night's motel at 10 AM, and by 11:30 AM I'd consumed around 2.4L (81 fl oz) of fluids, including around 200 mg of caffeine.
    Since most of that was consumed between 10:45 AM and 11:30 AM, I only started to get desperate around 12:15 PM, 35 minutes from my next planned rest stop. I got to the toilet there without leaking and pissed for what felt like forever. By the time I left the rest stop 20 minutes later, after walking my cat around for a bit, I already felt a bit of pressure in my bladder, but I chose to ignore it and keep driving. And, since I knew I needed to stay hydrated, I drank a 20 fl oz (590 mL) bottle of BodyArmor within the following 45 minutes.
    This was, quite obviously, a mistake. My bladder can hold a lot, but even if I was as full as I've ever been, there was still a liter of fluid filtering into my bladder before I drank that BodyArmor, and I was entering a major metropolitan area, where there aren't any rest stops and the interstate was incredibly bumpy due to poor maintenance. By 2 PM, I was so desperate I just searched for "public restrooms" along my route & chose the closest option-- by then, every bump in the road hurt enough to make me audibly gasp or whimper.
    When I got to the public restroom around 2:10 PM, it was in the middle of a park. I was so full I didn't even notice signs on the bathroom doors until I'd walked around the building, looking to see if there was a door without a keypad, as I thought that was my main obstacle. I finally stopped to read the signs-- the restrooms were closed for the season. At that point, I started to panic a bit. I knew I couldn't possibly make it to another public restroom, & there was no guarantee it would even be open.
    I always wear an incontinence pad when I'm on road trips, just in case-- and I ended up needing it, because as I tried to think of what to do, I started to leak. I didn't soak the pad, so I was still in the clear, but I didn't have long to figure out a solution. It was a public city park in broad daylight, I couldn't just duck behind a bush or tree and relieve myself there, as I've done in more remote locales when the restrooms were unexpectedly closed.
    Then I remembered-- I packed at least half a dozen underpads meant to protect surfaces from accidents. I grabbed one of these, laid it out on the driver's seat, pulled my panties, leggings, & pants down just enough to avoid pissing on them, and tried to pee as slowly as possible. Given how full I was, it was agonizing, and even as parts of the pad got soaked, my bladder felt just as painfully swollen as it was when I got to the park.  I tried to put dry parts of the pad directly against my urethra to make sure nothing leaked onto the car seat, because it's a rental and I didn't want to risk leaking on the seat.
    After doing this a few times, I was clear-headed enough to remember the 30 oz plastic iced coffee cup. I wasn't sure it would hold everything, but it stood a better chance than the padding. So I squatted on the seat, positioned the cup, and let go. Sure enough, I heard the cup nearly fill up before I was empty. But as I tried to remove the cup, the rim got caught on my clothes, and I accidentally spilled probably half a cup of light straw-colored piss onto the seat.
    This spill gave me just enough room to finish emptying my bladder, which I gladly did. I found a gallon ziploc bag in the car and put the used underpad in it, then poured the piss out of the cup into the bag. I then put an underpad absorbent-side-down on the seat before I got back on the road, at around 2:40 PM.
    [It's currently 8:15 PM and I'm very full, struggling to focus on writing, but I need to finish this before I let myself pee...]
    In the next hour or so, I drank a 28 fl oz (840 mL) bottle of caffeinated BodyArmor-- also a mistake. I stopped to get gas around 3:30 PM, but I didn't need to piss too badly at that point, so I got back on the road without finding a place to pee. I made it another 35 minutes down the road, to the next rest stop. By then, I was again bursting at the seams; I leaked several times as I made my way to the toilets, and someone saw me in a very obviously desperate state as I tried to contain the leaks before I opened the door to the building where the bathrooms were. By 4:20 PM, I'd emptied my very full bladder for the third time in less than four hours. I'm fairly certain the only color in my piss that time came from the B vitamins in the 48 fl oz of BodyArmor I'd drank; in all, I'd consumed nearly 4 liters of mixed fluids since waking up, including 340 mg of caffeine.
    [It's 8:25, I'm standing up and dancing to hold my piss as I try to finish writing this post...]
    I drank a 12 fl oz (355 mL) can of sparkling water soon after getting back on the road. I stopped at 5 PM; even though I felt a fairly strong urge to pee, I didn't, instead buying a 15 fl oz can of an extremely strong coffee drink (containing 300 mg of caffeine), which I finished by 5:30.
    At this point, Google Maps didn't show any rest stops between my location and the motel, which was still 2 hours down the road. I figured I'd find a gas station or, if I could hold it until after sunset, pull over and pee on the side of the road. By around 5:45, I knew I was in trouble-- there didn't seem to be any gas stations nearby, I was bursting to piss again, and it wasn't dark enough to get away with peeing outside. I considered stopping and peeing in another gallon bag, but then I saw a blue sign around half a mile down the road. It was a rest stop not listed on Google Maps, a mile down the road from the sign. I got there at 5:50 PM and rushed into one of the single-stall restrooms. The toilet was a vault toilet and it was very cold, but I didn't care. It was better than pissing in my pants or the car.
    As I got back on the road for the last 40 minutes of the drive, I started drinking another 1.5L bottle of water. I was very full by the time I got to my motel room, but I tried to bring as much in as possible before rushing to the toilet sometime before 7 PM, probably 15 minutes after checking in. After emptying my bladder again, I finished the remainder of the 1.5L bottle, putting my fluid total at around 6 quarts (1.5 gallons or 5.5 liters) plus 640 mg of caffeine, which had filled my bladder to bursting 5 times in less than 6 hours.
    It's been probably an hour and 45 minutes since I pissed and I am so full I can't fucking stand it any longer but I'm trying so hard to finish this post before I leak... I also need to go get myself dinner, which will probably lead to further desperation after I relieve myself again.
    Fuck, I'm about to leak. I need to go I'm. I'm about to piss myself idk if I can even get to the toilet at this point but I'm gonna try...
    Update #1 [around 10pm, after dinner]: I'd pulled down my pants & started to sit down on the toilet when I started pissing uncontrollably. Had to clean up a small puddle from the bathroom floor, but it could've been a lot worse.
    I haven't had much to drink in the last hour, just another 355mL can of sparkling water. I'm probably going to drink a 19.2 fl oz can of hard cider & another liter or so of non-alcoholic fluids before I get ready for bed; I'll edit this post again with any updates. Might try to get some pictures once I get desperate again-- I'm planning to piss at least once more before I sleep, since I don't want to wet the bed in a motel room.
    Update #2 [11:40pm]: Drank a liter of water plus the whole can of hard cider in the past hour and a half, feeling a fairly strong urge to pee but I'm definitely not full yet. That puts today's fluid total at nearly 7.5 liters, or over 1.8 gallons, and I've only pissed 6 times since I started drinking water this morning. I've had 1900 mL since the last time I peed around 3 hours ago, and I somehow still feel thirsty. 
    [11:55pm] Fuck, the booze is hitting & I rarely drink anymore so I'm always caught off-guard by how intense the diuretic effect can be. Not to mention I had most of the water after the alcohol, so it's probably starting to rush to my bladder at this point. 
    [12:20am] Can't ignore the pressure anymore. Lots of typos I'm trying to correct as I write this. Laid down on my side for a while to reduce the urge, but at this point I feel a strong twinge every time I breathe, and to type this I have to stand up shifting from foot to foot. If I hadn't taken my leggings off I would've wet myself already bc they put a lot of pressure on my pelvic region. Every so often a strong wave of desperation hits and I have to double over a bit to avoid leaking. Can barely think about anything aside from how fucking badly I need to piss.
    [12:25am] Oh fuck I think I just leaked a bit. Trying so hard to keep the rest in...
    [12:35am] I have to either tightly cross my legs or hold myself with at least one of my hands unless I want to leak. The slightest pressure on my bladder is agonizing in the best possible way. I'm a bigger person but my bladder is absolutely starting to bulge, usually my pelvic region is pretty squishy but right now it's rock solid.
    [12:40am] Can't stand up straight or uncross my legs anymore. I think I'm going to have to carefully make my way to the shower or piss through my panties on the toilet. If I can make it that far. I'm absolutely beyond bursting, the piss is about to come out one way or another... But I really want to keep holding...
    [12:45am] Well. I was trying to get some pictures and I just started pissing. I tried to stop and move but I just fucking couldn't. I made a fucking massive puddle... (Yes, I'm cleaning it up myself. Not leaving that mess for anyone else to handle.) Will edit to add photos from my phone later tonight or tomorrow...
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to OmoCommando in The Other Side   
    A little idea that I had suddenly, a world where it was totally normal to pee wherever you are. So in this story, told from a first person perspective, the main character inexplicably finds herself transported to a world where nobody pees in a toilet, and she finds that she must acclimate to that lifestyle. Story will contain lots of nonchalant peeing and wetting, though the MC might find herself experiencing some desperation in the future.
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    My consciousness starts to return. I shake my head to try and clear the disorientation. The ringing in my ears won’t subside, though. What the hell happened?
    Oh right. The mirror. In grandmother’s study. She always told me not to touch it when I was a girl, but today I simply couldn’t resist. I pulled back the sheet which had been covering it and something compelled me to touch the surface of that flamboyant antique. And then… light. Light so brilliant that all my senses went dead.
    And now, here I am. Apparently in the middle of a street. Suburbs? I see lots of modest dwellings about- houses of somewhat small size. Not even a story high, yet they were all well taken care of. A middle class neighborhood, if I had to guess. But the question remains, how did I end up here?
    I quickly realize in my current state, my skirt is flipped right up, exposing my pink panties to the world. Though no one is around to see them at the moment. There’s two girls skipping rope about forty meters away, though I don’t believe they noticed me. I quickly pull my skirt back down and get on my feet. I fix my shirt and my jacket, trying my best to maintain a dignified appearance.
    What happened? How did I get here? My first thought, of course, was that I must be dreaming but this all feels too real. The crisp spring air, the sounds of children playing, the smell of freshly cut grass… and more than that, why would my subconscious mind conjure a setting with which I am totally unfamiliar but contains such explicit detail?
    “Oh? Haven’t seen you around here before!”
    I turn around. Behind me is a girl with short, blonde hair. She wears it back with a cute, turquoise headband. A little more slender than I am, a little shorter, and has brilliant green eyes. They seem almost like gemstones amidst her pale complexion. She wears a white spaghetti-strap top with two flowers on the front; one red, one blue, along with some jeans shorts.
    “Um… I… um…” I stutter stupidly. I’m kind of dumbfounded by how cute this girl is. Her face has childlike features to it and there is a sense of energy around her. I can’t help but feel peppy when I look into her eyes.
    “You lost?”
    “Well… yeah.” No point in hiding it.
    “Thought so.” she says with a smile. “You trying to find any house in particular?”
    I’m not sure what to say. Do I tell her that I simply touched a mirror, there was a flash of light, then bam, here I am?
    “Well to be honest, I’m not really sure how I got here.”
    The girl gives me a worried look. “Well that’s not good. What’s the last thing you remember?”
    “I…” I hesitate. I can’t tell her the truth. Not yet. She’ll think I’m nuts. But what do I say? “I just can’t seem to remember at the moment.”
    I play the amnesiac. It’s all I have for now.
    “You want me to call the cops?”
    “N-No!” I say hurriedly. “It’s nothing like that!”
    She gives me a worried smile. “Can you tell me your name?”
    “Evangeline. You can call me ‘Eva’ though.”
    “Pretty name!” she smiles more joyfully, “And my name is Kendra! I live right in that house over there!”
    She nods towards a white house to our left. The closest one. Not more than a few meters away.
    “Would you like to come in?” she asks. “I just made up some lemonade, if you’d like something to drink.”
    “That sounds quite nice, thank you.”
    We enter the house and I am greeted with a pristine hallway. It leads into a dining room and kitchen which share most of their space, and to the right, the living room. It was mostly orderly, with the exception of a few articles of clothing which were strewn about the living room. One shirt, two skirts, several socks, bras and at least seven pairs of panties. It’s something I might expect from a guy’s house, but not a girl. The only thing I couldn’t get past was a slight odor. It was faint, but it was there and unmistakeable.
    The odor of pee.
    “Pardon the mess in the living room,” Kendra laughed, “Wasn’t expecting company or I would have tidied up!”
    “It’s no trouble.” I say. “I appreciate you inviting me in.”
    She pulls a chair out for me at the table in the dining room, then gets a glass and pours in the lemonade from the pitcher which was sitting on the kitchen counter. Listening to the sound of the ice clink against the glass is enough to remind one of a summer day, not spring. She hands me the glass then proceeds to pour one for herself.
    “So.” Kendra says as she sits down in the chair across from me. “What can you tell me about yourself, Eva?”
    “Ah…” I say awkwardly, “There’s not a lot to say. I’m a good student, get good grades. I’m on the honor roll at my university and co-captain of the track team.”
    “You play a lot of sports?” she says before taking a drink.
    “I’ve done mostly track.” I say as I finish a drink of my own. “Hundred meter dash and high jump.”
    “Interesting!” Kendra says with that bright smile of hers. “I do cross country! Used to play football but wasn’t getting along with the captain so I ended up quitting.”
    “That’s too bad.” I say. “You liked the sport though?”
    “Definitely!” Kendra pours herself another glass. “The spirit of competition and all that!”
    I finish off my own glass. Not bad for lemonade. A bit sweet for my personal tastes, but I enjoyed the drink.
    “I gotta say though,” Kendra says with mild exasperation. “Grades have never been my strong suit. Especially math.”
    “Really?” I reply. “I find math to be quite simple.”
    “Wha-?” She gives me an almost disgusted look. “Even geometry?”
    “Once you understand the basics, it’s all very straightforward.”
    “Ugh, I just can’t understand it. How is it so easy for people?”
    I shrug. I don’t really have an answer for her, it’s simply one of those things that comes naturally to me.
    “I suppose it is what it is.” Kendra sighs. “Maybe we can study together at some point.”
    “I’m not sure that’s-“ I stop. Not because I know we don’t go to the same school. Not because I’m worried about revealing my own strange entrance into this mysterious world, but because my ears suddenly pick up the sound of liquid splattering onto the floor.
    “What’s wrong?” Kendra asks me.
    “Don’t you… hear that?” I check both the drinks. I check the pitcher. Nothing spilled. Yet I know I hear the sound of liquid pouring onto the floor. Specifically, I hear it coming from near the table we’re sitting at. I look down, and there’s a growing puddle around Kendra’s chair, liquid spilling from where she sits. I don’t want to admit it to myself. My mind doesn’t want to accept the only rational explanation. But still, I can’t help but ask the question.
    “Are… you… peeing?”
    “Yeah.” she responds in a normal voice.
    “In your pants?”
    “Yes…” Kendra seems genuinely confused by my reaction.
    I’m stunned. I don’t have the words. This girl who was kind enough to take me into her house is suddenly peeing in her chair. Now the odor of pee makes sense. This girl must have a lot of accidents. Can it really be called an ‘accident’ though? She seems perfectly fine with what she’s doing.
    “What’s with you?” she laughs. “Haven’t you seen someone pee before?”
    “W-Well…” my stutter returns as I reply, “I mean… I have… but… you know… in the toilet!”
    “You’ve seen someone pee in a toilet?” she asks. “Okay that’s fine but you seem like totally offended when I peed just now.”
    “I… I…”
    “Okay,” Kendra gets up and gives me a stern look. Her legs are drenched. “What’s the deal with you? I have never seen someone react that way to someone who was simply peeing. I mean, if I peed on you, that would obviously be different, but I didn’t.”
    “Do you honestly not pee in the toilet?” I become accusatory in my exasperation.
    “Sure, when I have to do the other thing. I mean as long as I’m on there and I have to go.”
    “So that’s it? You only pee in the toilet while you’re going number two?”
    “Doesn’t everyone?” she holds her hands out as if this should be obvious. “Where the hell have you been living where it’s normal to pee in a toilet?”
    I run out of words. At this point, I’ve blown my cover. Is this really a world where peeing in a toilet is a taboo concept?
    “Truth. Now. Where are you from?” Kendra give me a serious look.
    “I…” I look out the window. I see the two girls from earlier playing, chasing a ball around. “I don’t know if you’ll believe me.”
    “You can’t be from this planet if you’re surprised at the sight of someone not peeing in a toilet.” she says with mild sarcasm.
    I nod slowly. “All I know is that I touched this mirror in my grandmother’s house. I wasn’t supposed to, but I did. When that happened, there was a flash of light and I found myself lying in the street in front of your house. That’s when I met you.”
    “Huh.” Kendra seems to give the matter some thought, then shrugs. “That’s definitely weird, but you have to be from some other world if you always pee in a toilet.”
    With all this talking about pee, I soon realize that I have to go.
    “So… you believe me?” I ask.
    Kendra shrugs. “If I hadn’t seen your reaction, I probably wouldn’t.” She rests her chin upon her fist as she crosses her arms. “Well… do you have any way of getting back to where you came from?”
    I shake my head.
    “Thought as much.” Kendra heaves a heavy sigh. “Well in case you haven’t already realized it, around here it’s pretty much normal to just pee wherever you are.”
    I wince impulsively. I’m an honor student, for crying out loud! The thought of just peeing myself is… is…
    “If people see you going to the bathroom a lot, they’ll think you’re either having a severe medical condition or-“
    “They’ll think I’m from another world.” I finish her sentence.
    Kendra nods. “You seem genuine to me. I believe your story. I actually live here alone and I’ve been looking for a roommate to help me pay the rent here. Trouble is, you’re going to have to get a job.”
    I nod slowly.
    “And getting a job means… you’re going to have break that bathroom habit of yours.”
    I grimace. I don’t like the sound of that at all.
    “It’s what you need to do.” she shrugs again. “People do it all the time here. You leave your shift because you need to pee and your boss is gonna get so mad at you.”
    “So I just wet myself right there?”
    She nods as if that was the obvious answer. “Or if you can’t afford to have wet clothes for the moment, you can take a squat on the floor if you need to.”
    I almost scream. I can barely stand the thought of wetting my clothes in front of someone. But showing my stuff to people while I pee on the floor?
    Kendra gives me a disappointed look, as if she knows what I’m thinking. “I’m guessing in your world, showing off your lady parts is considered bad too.”
    I nod as if it’s obvious.
    “Not here.” Kendra says. “In the summer time, it’s not uncommon for people to go around naked. Or in the case of peeing, for someone to just drop their pants and go.”
    Then she looks down at my legs. I think she noticed my restlessness.
    “You have to go right now?”
    I don’t answer. I know what she’ll tell me to do if I say “yes”.
    “Come on.” she gestures towards the floor. “Pee.”
    “N-No!” I protest.
    “You’re gonna have to do it sooner or later.” Kendra says. “I understand it’s weird for you but someone who regularly goes to the bathroom is gonna get a lot more weird looks than someone who pees on the ground!”
    In my heart, I know she’s right. If I’m going to fit in, this is a habit I’m going to need to break. So I resign myself.
    “So… just… go anywhere?” I ask.
    “Pretty much, yeah.” Kendra replies. “I mean, not anything electronic, obviously, or not in the food or drink and not on other people. We’re not animals, after all.”
    Easy for you to say. Where I come from, peeing wherever you want is the animalistic behavior. I don’t want to wet myself though. This is the only set of clothes I have with me right now and I’m just nor prepared to ruin them. So… I remove my shoes. I remove my socks. I pull down my skirt and I pull down my panties. I’m standing there naked from the waist down, and Kendra doesn’t even react.
    “Not going to pee in your skirt, huh?” she remarks. “Seems like a chore, but I understand.”
    I spread my legs apart slightly. To be honest, I’ve never peed like this before, except back when I was very young and my parents let me walk around the backyard naked. In those days, it’s natural that’s I’d simply empty my bladder as I please. But now… suddenly I feel like I’ve gone back in time.
    I feel it coming. That feeling of liquid making its way through the passages of my body as I stop holding it in. And then… the sound of liquid striking the hardwood floor beneath me. I look down at my bare body, seeing that stream of pee arc out just slightly. I feel millions of tiny droplets of warmth begin to splatter onto my ankles. I squeeze my skirt and panties in my hand as I accept the disgraceful act which I am performing.
    I am peeing on the floor.
    Kendra holds out her arms to congratulate me. “See? Nothing to it.”
    I smile and nod awkwardly. I didn’t have to go very badly, so there’s not much of a puddle. But still… I feel… tainted. Dirtied. Not only because I just peed on my ankles, and now I can feel it dripping down my thighs, but I just committed an act which I have not done since I was a toddler. It feels immature, childish, and undignified. I subconsciously rub my calves together, as if trying to clean the pee off of them.
    “You… all right?” Kendra asks.
    “I will be.” I say.
    “Trust me. It’ll feel natural in no time.”
    “Do you have… like… a towel… or something?” I can’t take it anymore. I just can’t go through the rest of the day knowing there’s pee on my legs.
    Kendra sighs. “Yeah, I can get you a towel. You shouldn’t get used to it, though.”
    She grabs a rag from the kitchen and hands it to me. I’m starting to realize now just how much of a cultural norm this probably is. Her nose is likely used to the scent of urine that I picked up on the way in. There are no carpets as far as I can see. The couch is made out of some non-absorbent material. None of the chairs have any fabric on them and all the upholstery is raised a few centimeters from the ground. Just enough to avoid puddles.
    Still, I accept the towel and quickly wipe off the pee from my legs. I can’t get it off fast enough.
    I sigh. Part of me still can’t believe I just got naked and peed in front of someone I had just met.  After wiping my feet off, I start putting all my clothes back on.
    “So is there anything else I should know about how peeing works here?” I ask.
    “Gosh, let me think.” Kendra says. “I’ve never actually had to think about it before.” She looks up towards the ceiling for a few minutes. “Like I said, try not to pee on other people, or near something that could obviously get ruined by it. If you’re like sitting on a table and someone’s phone is next to you, you should probably move away from it before you go. And obviously, if you have to go number two, that needs be done in a toilet. Nobody wants to see that!”
    “All right.” I look down at the two puddles. Then I realize that something doesn’t quite add up. If Kendra never pees in the toilet, shouldn’t there be a lot more puddles in this house. As far as I can see, the two we just made are the only ones. “So… how do you… clean it?”
    “Clean what?” asked Kendra. “The pee? You clean the floor every morning and every night. Although, I’ll admit I’m more on the lazy side so I only clean every night. No mornings.”
    “I see.”
    “Yeah, pee can easily stink if you leave it for too long.”
    I collapse back into my chair. It slowly starts to sink in just how much of a lifestyle change I’m going to have to make in my time here.
    “Well,” Kendra says as she puts a hand on my shoulder, “I get the feeling our time together is going to be very interesting!”
    ===
    It begins to get dark, and Kendra gets some extra blankets, sheets and pillows from a closet. From the living room, there’s another hallway where I can see five doors. Two are closets, two are bedrooms, and the last one is the bathroom. I swear it’s the cleanest room in the house.
    “So, here’s where you’ll be sleeping.” Kendra says. Honestly though, I can’t get it out of my head how many people might have peed in that bed. “Though starting tomorrow, we should go job hunting for you.”
    I nod. It was unavoidable if I was going to live here, and if I was living here freely, I’d start to feel guilty.
    “You still look like something’s bothering you.” Kendra says as she looks at my face. I must have been wincing again.
    “Well I can’t help but wonder what other kinds of weird things I might see in this world.” I say bluntly. “Am I going to start seeing people whack off in public too?”
    Kendra breaks out into laughter. “I wasn’t expecting that! But to answer you, no. Masturbating or having sex in public is quite illegal.”
    “At least that’s the same…” I mumble.
    “Come on.” she pulls me around the hips. “Let’s go have dinner. I was planning on having soup and sandwiches tonight so there should be enough for two!”
    We head to the kitchen and she pulls out a can of tomato soup, as well as a loaf of bread, some Swiss cheese, a few cold cuts, lettuce, tomato slices, dijon mustard and mayonnaise. A simple meal, but I’m not expecting a banquet here.
    Once everything is out, she goes to the sink and washes her hands. It’s hard to wrap my head around it, but as weird as this ‘no-toilet’ thing is, there are still sanitation issues that she’s acknowledging. In my mind, it seems like a contradiction, and yet…
    Well whatever. She quickly dumps the soup out into a pot and adds some milk to it. Once it’s heating on the stove, Kendra goes to work on making the sandwiches.
    “So I’m curious.” she says to me. “Do you pee in a toilet every day or something?”
    “Usually multiple times a day.” I reply. I try to watch my tone this time, as I realize that my habits are likely just as weird to her.
    She chuckles softly. “I just can’t imagine that. Needing to drop everything just to go pee.”
    “And I can’t imagine a place like school where everyone is just peeing in their pants in the middle of class.”
    “It’s an every day thing.” Kendra replies matter-of-factly.
    The reality is I’m not sure if I could ever do this in public. I almost dread the next day as I know the situation will come up. Perhaps I can avoid by not drinking anything until we get home. I imagine being out in a public square, or in the middle of an interview, and being expected to just… go. With only Kendra here, I can bear it, but in the presence of random strangers?
    “You’ll get used it.” Kendra reassures me. “You’ll realize that no one is judging you, no one cares about seeing your naughty bits.”
    “Yeah, yeah, I know.” I say as I sit down on the couch and remove my shoes. Before me is a large shelf which has a TV in it. Roughly one meter in length. A good size. Then I notice the movies that Kendra has. Star Trek, Starship Troopers, Lord of the Rings. Kendra was a bit of a nerd, wasn’t she? More than that, this universe seemed to have most of the same media names as her own world.
    Kendra comes over and sits down next to me. As she does, she starts to strip off her shorts and her panties. I blush a little as I look over at her bare body. She has some abs. Overall, she seems pretty physically fit. I do my best to maintain my own figure, but I look nothing like that.
    “So, you have a movie you want to watch?” she asks me.
    “Um, not really. What would you suggest?”
    “Have you heard of Lord of the Rings in your world?”
    “The name sounds familiar.”
    “It’s great!” she says excitedly. “I’ll show you the first one while the soup is cooking!”
    She gets up and sticks in the DVD, the returns to her spot on the couch. As the movie goes on, the setting, the characters, everything seems to be the same as I knew it, though I was never much of a fan of fantasy movies like this. Still, I was expecting to see more… well… pee. But even twenty minutes in, there was nothing weird.
    As we watch, the sound of liquid spilling begins to fill the room again. I look over to my left at Kendra, who has her legs spread apart, and between them is a strong stream of pee flowing outward.
    She doesn’t react at all. She just casually watches the movie while she continues to pee on the floor from the couch. Despite the movie, the only thing I can watch is Kendra’s pee start to puddle up onto the floor below.
    Watching her, of course, makes me need to pee. That lemonade from earlier finally made its way to its destination. And I wonder this time what I should do. Last time I simply stripped down and peed on the floor, but I know I’m going to feel way too self-conscious to do that in public tomorrow. I am going to have to get used to not stopping whatever it is I’m doing and just… go.
    Yes, as gross as it sounds, it is something I need to adapt to. And so… I relax my bladder muscles again. Nothing comes out. I know I need to pee, but nothing is coming out. My heart starts to beat faster and my breath grows ragged. It’s taking effort to pee. What the hell?
    “All right, I’m gonna go check on the soup. Should be ready soon.” Kendra rises from her seat, her bare bottom dripping with pee again. Beside me is nice puddle which formed in the indent of the place where she sat. Most of her pee seems to be running along the cracks in the couch and conveniently drains out onto the floor. Is there a science to these couches created so that one doesn’t have to sit in their own pee for too long?
    Putting that thought aside, I get up and go to the kitchen with Kendra. Perhaps if I’m standing, I’ll have an easier time peeing my panties.
    “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, if I haven’t already said it.”
    “It’s my pleasure.” Kendra answers. “If some weirdo found you, who knows what would have happened?”
    I nod in agreement. Kendra almost seems like a godsend, given my unusual circumstance. I look at the soup, which is beginning to boil now. I realize I’m getting hungry and I don’t want to wait any longer. I sure could use something to munch on.
    My bladder pings me again, trying to let out its contents. I spread my legs slightly again and try to pee. Apparently my bladder doesn’t realize the contradiction here, as I attempt to go but nothing comes out. I give a slight push, letting out the smallest breath as I do so. And finally, it comes.
    It begins as a small patch of warmth along my crotch, but it quickly turns to the feeling of liquid as everything gushes out. I can feel it trying to escape through the gap between my panties and my legs, unsure if it wants to travel down my thighs or just drip down. Then the sound. The sound of liquid striking the hardwoods as my pee is absorbed through my panties. Finally, I can stop giving effort, as my body starts to pee on its own.
    Kendra doesn’t seem to notice at first, as she continues to stir the soup. Then, after a few seconds, she perks up.
    “Ah, you decided to pee your panties this time.”
    I nod with a bashful smile on my face. I find myself hoping that I didn’t get any on my skirt, but I think the position I’m in is ideal for making sure all the pee goes straight down. However, I’m sure my socks are getting drenched. I can feel it starting to pool up inside of them.
    “Well, you’re getting there.” Kendra pats me on the shoulder. “Before long, you’ll probably wonder why you ever bothered peeing in a toilet!” she gives a small laugh.
    I still feel disgusting. This should be something I do. Can I really get used to just peeing as soon as I need to go? It was going to a very difficult adjustment. But maybe, with Kendra’s support, I just might get through it.
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to Rhea in Letting Go In Bed (M/F)   
    I found this fic on ArchiveofourOwn. Summary: Melissa recently admitted to her partner Jake that she has wants to be fucked while needing to piss.
    This fic involves peeing in bed, desperation play, and vaginal intercourse.
     
    “Come on now,” Jake said coaxingly, “spread your legs for me.”
    Lying naked and aroused on the bed, Melissa wanted to obey. But she was so desperate to pee that she was afraid she would lose control the moment that she parted her legs.
    Jake sat beside her, running a hand along her stomach and her hips down to her pressed-together thighs. He was so patient, one of the things that Melissa loved about him. Because for all her desires, now at the precipice of getting exactly what she wanted, Melissa was overcome by nerves.
    A few weeks ago, not long after the two of them had moved in together, Melissa had finally admitted her piss fetish to Jake after having a few glasses of wine. Nothing turned her on more than being fucked while she needed to piss. She had had intercourse while needing to pee with previous partners – and with Jake – but had never told them before due to her embarrassment. And she fantasized about, but had never tried, pissing the bed in the middle of fucking.
    Melissa was hungover and mortified in the morning, but Jake repeated what he’d told her the night before: he found it hot when Melissa was turned on, and he was more than happy to experiment with pissplay with her.
    Last week, Melissa had finally gathered the courage to suggest that Jake should join her in the bathroom. She had pissed in the toilet while Jake played with her nipples, her legs spread wide enough for him to watch the stream. It felt so good it made her clit throb, and only residual shyness kept her from touching herself while she emptying her bladder. When her stream trickled off to a dribble, Jake released her nipples and pulled out his cock, already hard. Melissa slid off the toilet onto her knees without even bothering to wipe, so aroused knowing that this had turned him on too. She gave Jake an enthusiastic blowjob, and it didn’t take long for him to cum in her mouth.
    A couple of days ago, Melissa peed on Jake’s hand in the shower while he gently rubbed her clit and labia. It had been difficult to get started, but once she did, the sound and sensation of the warm water kept her going, and Jake’s ministrations felt heavenly.
    Now, they had carefully prepared the bed, putting a waterproof cover over the mattress and laying several towels down over the sheets. Jake had promised he would fuck her while she pissed, just like she had wanted for so long, but in the face of finally fulfilling this fantasy Melissa was paralyzed by her shyness.
    After all, Melissa had never actually peed herself in the bed with another person, and wasn’t entirely sure if she could. Her bladder twinged as her mind returned to the worst-case scenarios. What if she held so much pee inside her that she soaked through the cover, or it streamed off the bed and onto the rug? What if their bedroom smelled like piss forever because of her embarrassing kink?
    Just thinking about pissing made Melissa clench her inner muscles involuntarily, sending waves of pleasure and pressure alike through her abdomen. The feeling radiated up into her nipples and down into her clit, her bladder sending needy signals that the rest of her body responded to. Such beautiful, frustrating, pent-up desire.
    “Ahh!” Jake’s hands on Melissa’s thighs startled her out of her thoughts.
    “It’s okay if you accidentally start peeing when you open your legs,” Jake said, as he gently rubbed her smooth legs. Melissa felt her face burning, but he just grinned. “In fact, I would love to see you piss some now, and then fuck the rest out of you.”
    “Jake!”
    Despite her protestations, that was exactly what Melissa had told Jake she wanted. This was the crux of her watersports interests, what she had fantasized about for years: Melissa wanted to have a full bladder and a solid phallus pushing inside her pussy. She wanted to be filled until she felt like she would burst, the fucking intensifying her desperation and the desperation making the fucking feel even better. And then, she wanted the phallus pulled out just long enough for her bladder to let go, and slide back in again before she’d finished, still full and horny and needy.
    It would feel so good, Melissa thought, but she couldn’t get that until she stopped clenching her legs. So she exhaled and slowly relaxed, letting Jake part her thighs. Melissa clenched her vaginal muscles over and over to keep from letting go, fighting back against the pressure of her bladder. It was uncomfortable yet terribly arousing. Every clench was like a jolt of pleasure between her abdomen and her pussy, and she honestly didn’t know how long she could hold out.
    Jake positioned himself between her legs, quickly stroking himself to full mast. Melissa let her eyes flutter closed and gave herself permission to let go. But before she could quite manage, Jake sheathed his cock in her wet pussy. The undulations of her cunt had been arousing before, but now they became everything. Each thrust of Jake’s hips forced waves of ecstasy through her body. She felt like she was dissolving into the sea, like her cunt would explode with energy, and yet she couldn’t piss.
    Not until Jake slipped out for a moment, the head of his cock bobbing against her hole, and Melissa suddenly let out a jet of piss.
    The pleasure was immediate and incredible. The physical sensation and sudden fierce release were compounded by Melissa’s long-simmering desire for this exact moment. The towels beneath her swelled with the beautifully warm moisture, directed back at her pussy and caressing her ass as Jake rubbed his cock against Melissa's opening while urine kept streaming out of her.
    “Oh yeah, that feels good, doesn’t it?” said Jake.
    “It – Oh!”
    That intoxicating release was cut short by Jake thrusting into her again. Melissa grabbed his shoulders as she convulsed around him.
    Her bladder felt terribly frustrated but her pussy felt wonderfully full. She didn’t want Jake to pull out again, and yet those few seconds of fierce urination had felt so good. There was still much more piss inside of her. All Melissa could do was moan and cling to Jake, unable to form any coherent words.
    “You’re so wet around my cock,” Jake said huskily in her ear. “I don’t want to stop fucking you, but you’ll probably explode if I don’t let you piss more soon, won’t you?”
    Pleasure and need alike pulsed through Melissa, battling messily and tangling together. She did need to piss immensely, yet she also yearned to be full of Jake’s cock – and being so full of urine made the sensation of his cock even more satisfying. Almost beyond her control, Melissa’s pussy clenched hard, wishing she could just push it all out, needing the cock to stop blocking her urethra so that she could squirt out all that liquid stretching her belly and overwhelming her thoughts.
    Jake pulled out again, and without hesitation, Melissa urinated forcefully. Jake’s mouth covered hers, and she mindlessly moved her lips against his. The feeling of sweet, body-wracking release flowed through her as she urinated freely, hot piss splashing against both their bodies, coming out of her cunt uninterrupted by the girth of a cock.
    Jake rubbed his cock lightly against Melissa’s clit as she shamelessly splashed him with urine. Her animal need far overwhelmed any lingering propriety. Besides, Jake was still rod-hard, breathing heavily above her. Knowing that he was nearly as aroused as she was helped Melissa keep pushing her piss out even as she felt the towels beneath her getting soggy, sinking her ass into a puddle of her own making.
    “Oh, you’re too sexy,” Jake whispered. “Do you have to keep pissing, or can I keep fucking you?”
    “Fuck me, please!” Melissa cried.
    Jake obliged her immediately. He thrust into her hard and fast, rocking her body into the wet towels beneath her. Her bladder ached less now, though still far from empty, and the sensation of her inner cunt took over: full and wonderfully fucked. Melissa could feel her entire body warm with arousal as she clung to Jake, waves of pleasure coursing through her.
    The desire to piss again peaked, but Melissa clawed through it to orgasm, clenching and undulating around Jake’s cock. He kept pounding into her through all of it, and a few moments later he grunted and jerked his hips desperately as he spilled his warm cum inside her.
    When Jake pulled out, Melissa’s pussy felt slightly sore and very satisfied. Her mind was soft and fuzzy, filled with awe at how good it had felt to make her fantasy a reality. She was barely aware of the wet towels beneath her, and the world outside their bedroom simply didn’t exist.
    Jake lay down beside Melissa and wrapped his arms around her, offering her with a new, welcome warmth. She could barely move, but made a pleased noise.
    “Did you enjoy yourself?” Jake asked quietly, nibbling on her earlobe.
    “Very much,” she replied. It took effort just to lift a hand to rest on his chest. “It felt so good.”
    “I enjoyed it too, more than I’d even though I would. Next time though, I want to piss inside of you.”
    Melissa’s face burned, but she certainly wasn’t going to say no.
    “Yes, please.”
    They cuddled for a minute, but the wetness beneath Melissa began to grow cold, rousing her out of her blissful stupor. And more pressingly, her need to urinate rose again quickly; she still had so much inside of her.
    “I still do need to piss,” Melissa said, reluctantly sitting up.
    “Then we should shower together,” Jake said, grinning.
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to Padded Kitty in Who else uses diapers as stress relief?   
    Does anyone else use diapers as stress relief? 
    I've just had a really tough month. This past week especially, so today is a relaxing day and I found myself going to my diaper drawer. 
    I'm now sat in a pullup, with another pullup beneath, (With slits to allow the pee through to the second) and a filler inside. 
    Just feeling all that padding between my legs made me relax more than I have in weeks and the first pee felt amazing.
    I can feel the stress leaving me as more pee fills my diaper.
    Does anyone else find diapers help with stress?
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to bbabybbear in Wet my Leggings!   
    I know accidents happen sometimes, but it doesn't make me feel better when they do... I definitely should have been wearing a pull-up. Next time I'll play it on the safe side. 


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    Gender-fluidss reacted to SoakMe in When Having An Unplanned Full Blown Accident, Do You Fully Finish In Your Pants?   
    If somewhere where there is a high chance of someone else seeing, I try hard to stop the flood. However, once I have wet sufficiently that my pants need changing regardless, I will fully empty my bladder into my clothes at the first reasonable opportunity. Not to do so would simply be a waste.
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to NerdyGayBoy in When Having An Unplanned Full Blown Accident, Do You Fully Finish In Your Pants?   
    I getcha. I mostly just have accidental close calls. Occasionally I set up whole planned wettings. But I do have real ones fairly often, probably at least every few weeks. The last time I had a full unintentional one was a couple weeks ago, I think. I didn't have access to a usable bathroom because I didn't have running water. I was too embarrassed to pee in the bathtub because I didn't want my boyfriend to see it and find out. It backfired because he ended up finding out I wet myself and made a puddle on the floor rather than the tub. It sucked because there was no water to clean it with. But the humiliation kinda turned me on. 😳
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to ThreadbareOmo in When Having An Unplanned Full Blown Accident, Do You Fully Finish In Your Pants?   
    When I underestimated how effective the rapid desperation technique was and had a full-blown accident in the parking lot while shopping, I pretty much just emptied my bladder while standing beside my car. 
    I figured it was better to make a puddle on the pavement than on the floor if I filled up too quickly again.
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    Gender-fluidss reacted to wettingman in When Having An Unplanned Full Blown Accident, Do You Fully Finish In Your Pants?   
    I have had accidents because I just kept holding my pee without planning to until it came out on its own. I have also wet my pants outside home . In both instances I either let the rest out in my pants or wish I had although not in public.I agree I think this is very hot
     I am usually surprised in how much pee was still in my bladder. 
    I"ll have to write some up when I get a few minutes. 
     
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