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  1. Shiv Roy from Succession. She’s a cold businesswoman type of character, always tries to seem put-together and not show any weakness/vulnerability - something she struggles with even in her personal relationships. Also she’s a smoking hot ginger. So, like, perfect character to be caught in an omorashi situation, imo. Maybe during a long meeting at the company’s conference room, surrounded by her brothers and everyone else?
  2. I have the same “problem”, and for me being drunk/tipsy helps in that department. I don’t get the urge to wet myself very often - but when I do, filling up on beer usually does the trick.
  3. Would love to see some fics about HBO’s House of the Dragon. It’s pretty big already, everyone is hot, and the characters all hate each other. I could see some mildly sadistic/humiliating omo scenarios taking place between them.
  4. One of my favorite scenarios to fantasize about is bedwetting while awake. The person wakes up and for some reason (illness aside) can’t go to the bathroom, so they have to try and hold through it - but they drank a lot of water before going to bed, and their need is already so urgent they just can’t fall back asleep. They squirm furiously and hold their crotch, even pressing against pillows or blankets, trying desperately not to wet the bed. Obviously after a while they can’t stand it anymore, start leaking every few minutes, and helplessly have an accident all over themselves and the unprotected bed.
  5. Nah, I’ve got a Capricorn Mars. I personally quite like astrology as a self-discovery tool, but don’t think it impacts fetishism or kinks in general. I’ll admit this part was interesting, though: “Self-control is strong when it comes to expressing anger, drive, energy, and sexuality. Capricorn is a sign that detests waste of any kind. It also fears disorderliness and “letting go.” With Mars in Capricorn, there is generally a powerful need to stay in control.”
  6. Elio would really be a nice choice! Though I’d prefer if it was an actual accident in front of Oliver, and we got to see both of them reacting to what just happened. Timothée is so cute in that role.
  7. Not sure if you’re comfortable with public holding, but in you situation I’d take a light stroll around the block. Buy some coffee or take the dogs on a walk, things like that.
  8. So, I’m looking for a specific kind of media that I’ve rarely come across: where a person is desperate in bed, squirming and trying to hold it, but then ends up having an accident in bed. In the majority of “bedwetting” videos I’ve seen the person is either: a) deliberately pissing or b) feigning being asleep. Both of which are superb too, but lack the desperation element I’m looking for. Does anyone know of videos like this, male or female? Fictional stories or experiences also welcomed, if you happen to know any. Thanks in advance!
  9. There’s the obvious fact that when driving your attention is needed elsewhere, but I think there’s more to it as well. Being the driver in this scenario literally puts you in a position of power and control over the situation. Deep down you know - if it gets really bad, you can make the split second decision to stop the car as soon as you see a suitable place. As a passenger, you don’t have that luxury. You’re under somebody else’s control - will they stop if you ask? Do they understand just how urgent it is? Can they even stop the car fast enough so that you don’t lose it right there in the seat? Psychologically it’s a very interesting scenario. I’m a student therapist and it’s amazing to notice how often the car scenario shows up in patient’s dreams to illustrate control, or lack thereof, over all sort of situations.
  10. I second Daenerys Targaryen, or anyone from that universe really. Cersei Lannister could be super interesting too, if decently written. Omorashi set in medieval times is a fun little niche, and the GOT/ASOIAF lore provides plenty of opportunities for that to happen where it wouldn’t seem too out of character.
  11. Seems to me like a trauma response, the same way a variety of fetishes also develop. Not ideal, but no one can help what they find arousing, especially at a young/formative age. The unconscious is a very complex realm. Freud would have a field day looking at contemporary fetish boards. Hope everything is going ok for you now, OP.
  12. Yes, a few times! But not usually full wettings. My favorite way to masturbate is by folding a pillow in half and grinding against it, laying on my stomach. I’ll often watch desperation/wetting porn while I do it, and make sure I have a full bladder so that I can better “relate” to the situation of the person in the video. The edge of the pillow and the mattress put way too much pressure on my bladder in this position, and I always end up leaking quite a bit while doing it. A few times I miscalculated how full I really was and lost complete control after the first couple of spurts, and couldn’t do anything about it but lay there paralyzed while the pee hissed out of me and into my pillow and bedsheets, completely soaking everything around me. Those were the only couple of times when I ever experienced genuine loss of control, and coincidentally some of my best orgasms too. It’s a fun way to make the whole pillow thing less anticlimactic, I think.
  13. Hey, sorry to hear you’ve been struggling. I stayed in and out of an inpatient treatment center from ages 15-18 for anorexia, and we had the same no-bathroom policy for up to 2 hours after any meal - and since we had 5 meals a day, that’s a lot of hours without bathroom access. I had a few close calls during that time too, but if the nurses saw I was genuinely desperate they’d let me use the toilet, under the condition they could stand a foot away from me while I relieved myself and watch everything, which was... Humiliating in its own special way. I’m glad you found some pleasure in your experience, though! It was a very nice read, especially towards the end.
  14. Jade recalled the accident several times afterwards, telling her friends how she looked down and saw a puddle at her feet, then tried to steel herself and ran offstage. She told them she tried everything to avoid it (walking in circles, squatting, making conversation...) but in the end she leaned against that counter in the video and involuntary relaxed - she said there was a leak and then she couldn't stop it, and that she peed standing there, and continued peeing while running off. She stripped off her wet leggings and shoes before going back inside the house, because according to her it would be "more humiliation than she could handle" if everyone saw her in obviously soaked pants. When she peed herself, there were only three other contestants still on the endurance competition to become "leader of the week", so not everyone saw it happen - her "boyfriend" Paulo was standing next to her on the competition stage and also said he saw the puddle, and a wet trail all over the floor. There were a couple cute videos floating online where he teases her by immitating her desperation/accident and they both laugh about it. Jade was obviously very embarrassed but seems to be taking it lightheartedly now, at least. Big Brother Brazil's presenter, Tadeu Schmidt, even praised her attitude about it while the show was live the other night.
  15. Came here to second with this. 11-13 has to be the worst, definitely. It reminded me of a situation from a couple years back that I had completely forgotten about until now. I was visiting family abroad, and one of my distant cousins who live there was exactly 12 at the time. She was very shy and sweet but also quite clingy, and ended up latching on to me and my sister (both in our early twenties at the time) and following us around during our entire stay, in spite of the huge age difference... I remember vaguely wondering if she didn't have any friends her age to play with. One day we were walking around the neighbourhood and passed a playground where a bunch of kids were gathered, including a boy of the same age who was the son of a family friend we knew quite well. When they saw us, several of them started pointing to my cousin and laughing loudly. I didn't quite catch what they were saying, and she just tugged on my hand and pulled us away to cross the street. She was visibly shaken, with tears in her eyes, and just said they were mean to her for no reason. Later that day my sister and I tried talking to her about it once again, and she got very emotional and told us those kids were all from her old class in school. Apparently she had peed her pants in class months ago, after she asked the teacher to go and he told her to hold it and wait, which she tried to do but couldn't (IMO this constitutes a type of abuse and should be against the law, but I diggress). She obviously didn't want to talk about the incident itself, but told us the bullying got so bad after what happened, her mother allowed her to quit school altogether and start learning at home. Months afterwards, and even though she was no longer even attending school, the kids were still laughing at her when they ran into each other on the neighbourhood. Brutal. Not only is everything super embarrasing and scarring at 11-13, but also... Kids are much, much more cruel than teenagers. I honestly don't think 16-21 year-olds would ever behave like this and for so long. When you're in high school/college there's always something new happening, socially, that allows us to move past embarassing events much quicker, and you have the confidence and self-awareness to own your mishaps/joke about them before anyone else does.
  16. Holy hell, this is probably my favorite male omorashi story on here. It has every single thing I adore - intense desperation wettings, humiliation and shame, m/m, pent-up repressed sexuality erupting, out-of-control masturbation... And you’ve combined all of these elements very well, in a way that’s not forced or just thrown about like so many fetish stories unfortunately end up feeling. The character of the priest is very well fleshed-out, with all his formative memories and raw perversions. His internal monologue and justifications are a delight to read. Feels a bit like watching a heavy period drama that just so happens to focus on wayward sexual expression. Looking forward to the next installment!
  17. I posted about this scene in another topic yesterday, and then decided to look all over for it as I'd never seen it posted before. It's from a cartoon named Poochini, about an adopted dog living with a suburban family consisting of a couple and their young son. The same motif was used in several episodes - the boy is an asshole, and blames every mischievous thing he does on the poor dog. In this case, he completely soaks himself and the carpet while gaming. The episode first aired when I was 6 years old, and I still remembered the scene perfectly to this day. Crazy how these things work. Starts at the 2:55 mark!
  18. Amazing story and experience! Your vivid descriptions made me feel like I was actually there. Reminded me of this cartoon named Poochini in the early 00s, about an adopted dog living with a suburban family consisting of a couple and their young son. There was this quick scene where boy was so enthralled in his videogame that he kept holding himself, squirming and bouncing on the spot until he completely soaked his shorts all over the carpet in front of the television. He then blamed it on the poor dog, as one does. lol
  19. I had the same problem, @Telety, and our stories are a bit similar IMO. Omorashi is something I've always enjoyed in private and masturbated to, but it never occurred to me to bring it into my (shared) sex life, and that didn't bother me in the slightest. Sex with my girlfriend had always been amazing and extremely fulfilling, nothing amiss, and it made me climax several times in ways I had never experienced before. I actually enjoyed the fact that I was able to keep my omorashi interest away from it because I feared things would become entangled in ways I didn't want them to. Cut to an evening on the beach, a year ago before COVID restrictions. We'd been together for about four months at this point. We were drinking beers and there was a problem in the only working bathroom, so it shut down earlier than usual. I had just been to the loo so I was fine, but my girlfriend has a bit of a weak bladder (which I didn't know about until then) so she got super desperate in a matter of minutes. She decided to call an uber to her place and all but pulled me into the car by the hand - we had to leave so fast due to her desperation that I even forgot my wallet there! In the car she was bobbing up and down with her hands between her legs, cursing god and the heavens because the public restroom at the beach had closed early. We were literally 4 minutes away from her building when she yelled at the driver to stop because she wouldn't make it all the way and didn't want to wet his seat. I was so aroused by this point I was both dizzy and dumbfounded, and could barely help her or say anything truly comforting. She hobbled into a convenience store across the street and literally threw her purse at me, before running inside with both hands pressed between her legs. I just watched agape as she ran into their restroom without even bothering to ask any of the employees if she could. Long story short, she didn't make it all the way. Her clear linen pants had a small damp spot when she came out - nothing too dramatic, I probably only noticed because I was specifically looking for it. She told me this happened sometimes and confessed she has some slight incontinence issues, which is the reason why she hates going anywhere that doesn't have plenty of working bathrooms. The only reason she agreed to drinks on the beach was because I suggested it, and she said she had been trying all night not to focus on the lack of toilets there. Because I'd always enjoyed omorashi in a private manner and never associated it to our relationship (or to her), I had never even noticed any of that until she told me directly. When we got home that night, she told me about a very public and humiliating accident she had a couple years earlier, too long to write it down here. That situation really traumatized her, and she told me she had been scared it would happen again in that uber. I felt awful for being so aroused - both from witnessing her desperation and then hearing about her previous accident, her slight incontinence and inability to hold for long. For a few weeks, I thought about those situations everytime we had sex and/or when I masturbated, and it was amazing, but I also felt guilty as fuck for everything, like I was somehow getting off on her suffering. My girlfried is a bit vanilla IMO, but willing to try most things once - except things relating to pee, humiliation, or anything that would make her feel "dirty" in a literal sense or remind her of that time when she publicly wet herself. When I say it's traumatic for her, I really mean it - during the past year we've practically moved in together, and I started to notice how she uses the bathroom several times before leaving any place and before going to sleep, how she doesn't drink even a sip of liquid when we take roadtrips (however short they might be), how she often even refuses to go anywhere where a bathroom might not be readily available. When I asked her about it she always said it was because of her accident, and that I already knew that. I started getting more and more obsessed with the idea of her wetting herself in front of me as time went on, especially because I was trying so hard to push it down and hide it from her completely, but paradoxically it was something she herself mentioned often, as is the case for most people for whom the need to pee isn't a fetish or an obsession, bur rather just an everyday thing. I found some ways of dealing with it and talking to her, without fully explaining omorashi, but in a way that made it bearable for me and not-uncomfortable for her. A middle ground for different sexual interests, really, that has worked for us so far... I feel like for every relationship those boundaries will inevitably be different, but I can share how I've been dealing with it if you're interested. Best wishes for you and your girlfriend.
  20. Hey guys! It's my first time posting an experience here in its own topic. English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if this is hard to read, or the text doesn't really flow naturally, or if it's lacking in detail - it happened 20 years ago, so I did my best to recall everything. It's basically one of my many "origin stories" about how I found out I had a wetting fetish. - One afternoon I was at the mall with my nanny, Chrissy, and I must've been about 4-5 years old. I remember being sad that day, so she took me for a Happy Meal and a movie. After drinking lots of soda or juice or whatever it was that I liked to drink back then, we finally made our way to the bathroom - only to be greeted by a major queue ahead of us, since apparently only one of the stalls was working at the time. I was far from desperate yet, but it was getting uncomfortable, and I started crying when I realized how much I'd have to wait. Back then I really hated the feeling of having a full bladder, and one of my deepest-rooted fears was wetting myself in public, for some reason. Most women in the back of the queue immediately took pity on such a young child, and rushed me to the front of the line - problem was, only one of the women didn't agree to let me go first. She was third next to use the only working stall, and told us there was "absolutely no way" she'd let me go up front. It made me feel a bit hurt that she acted that way, as in my childish, entitled perception, she was just being mean to me for no reason at all, and I quietly whimpered a bit more over it (yes, I was a spoiled brat, nightmare of a child). As the minutes went by, however, and I was standing right behind this young woman, I realized she was squirming a lot, legs locked together. Eventually I realized why she didn't let me go first, just as she started dancing in place and crossing and uncrossing her legs. She put both hands deep in her crotch and at one point she literally bent over, moaning shallowly. I'd never seen an adult do this "potty dance" thing before, and it immediately picked my interest. For the sake of imagination: she looked a lot like Jennifer Connelly in Labyrinth and, bizarrely enough, was also wearing a similar outfit (blue jeans and a flowy white blouse). With it being one of my favorite movies at the time, it just made me pay even more attention to her. I was just transxified by her struggle, the way she kept twisting her body around to help hold it in. I remember thinking it was such an odd situation, an adult needing the bathroom so badly they wouldn't let little me go first, and it was also exciting somehow. It made me forget about my own need almost completely. If I'd been crying earlier because of the wait, part of me now wished it would take even longer so I'd get to see a Grown-Up have an accident - of course, back then, I just thought it would be "funny". The whole scene went on for a few more minutes, with all the tell-tale signs that someone is really just hanging on by a thread. I remember her dancing in place with such clarity it's a bit disturbing. At some point she leaned against the wall, and did this thing that's been etched in my mind since then - with one hand stuffed deep into her crotch, she squatted down, using her other hand to pull on the waistband of her jeans so they'd put more pressure on her peehole. I was so excited to see it all unfold I couldn't even speak. Eventually her turn came and she went into the stall, and I became a bit heartbroken that that was it. My nanny said something I can't remember exactly, but probably along the lines of "not long now, it's almost our turn" or something like that. But the girl wouldn't come out of the stall. I don't know if it was just my childish perception of time at play here, but I could swear she lasted longer than every single woman who went in before her. When she did eventually come out, she had her eyes pinned to the ground and her face all red, cheeks streaked with tears. There was a huge dark-blue wet patch on her jeans, roughly the size of a basketball, distributed evenly across both her thighs and her crotch. I audibly gasped, and didn't even wait until she was out of the bathroom to tug on my nanny's hand and all but scream "SO SHE DID GO IN HER PANTS!" (again, nightmare of a child). Chrissy was super embarassed and tried to sush me and rush me into the stall as quickly as possible. I remember her telling me that this was the reason why the girl didn't let me go first when I was crying, and we talked a bit about it in the stall, but I can't recall what we said. I just remember feeling a strange type of superiority over that young woman when I finally left the bathroom as well. I kept thinking I was only 4-5 years old and hadn't even wet my panties, while she looked like she was in her late teens/very early twenties and still had an accident in front of everyone. For several weeks afterwards I couldn't shut about about what happened that afternoon, telling it to everyone I knew like it was some sort of funny joke or anectode. Of course, now I know why I was so interested in it in the first place.
  21. Bravo! Major thanks for all your hard work. (On a personal side note, it's always a bit weird feeling aroused by specific situations that happened way before I was even conceived. But alas)
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