Emma Bailey

If I had to choose, my most out-there omo fantasy would have to something where I'm not just responsible for my own bladder, but for someone else's, too. Maybe my SO has a really big day—out with friends all day, or presenting something for work, or whatever—and for whatever reason, if I wet, they do as well. So they're going through the day, probably not even feeling like they have to go all that badly, but I can't go at all, because even if I'm on a toilet, they won't be, and I can't afford to let them wet. Eventually I can't hold it, and as I'm wetting I know that they're having an eve

I've done desperate running before! It's pretty good for really feeling how bad you need to go—bladder sloshing around, maybe some tiny, unexpected leaks. My only problems with it are that it can be sorta uncomfortable: if I'm actually trying to get a good run in, then I'm gonna have to be feeling all that sloshing for something like fifteen minutes, and that gets old fast. The other problem is mostly just a me problem: I'm currently doing almost all of my running on a treadmill (I'm in a city without good running routes that I know of), and it's... less than ideal to have an accident on a tre

I almost never remember my dreams, so it's pretty much just waking up wet for me. When I do remember my dreams, they're almost always unrelated to wetting and I just wake up soaked—but when I do have a wetting dream, it follows a pretty predictable pattern: I'm somewhere unusual and I really need to go, but for some reason I won't. The only bathroom might have clear walls. There might just not be a toilet, only a convenient bush. But for whatever reason, I refuse to go to the bathroom. I usually wander around for a bit, getting more and more desperate, and before anything can actually happen i

My name is an in-joke that I used to have with another friend who was into omo, and has pretty much no relation to my real name.

Yeah, pants stains are a pain to get rid of. I've lost many a good pair of pants to a mess that was just slightly too mushy. And I've totally been in that same situation with people noticing an embarrassing stain—though usually the part that clues them in is if I'm still stinky. It's just so hard to clean up a messy accident without access to a shower. I'm glad you had fun with your "accident" though! It sounds like a great time!

It really varies. When I'm in my normal street diapers—which are light, pretty easy to conceal pullups—then I usually just wear some jeans. I also wear skirts with them sometimes, and they're thin enough that as long as I have a skirt I feel fine wearing tights over them. For anything heavier than a pullup, I stick with skirts and dresses. As long as the crinkling isn't super loud, and the waistband isn't visible, a dress hides a diaper excellently. Really, wearing diapers isn't super limiting for what I can wear. The real problems with hiding it usually come from sounds—anything built fo

I usually try for method three, since I like the relief of going from desperate to empty all at once. That said, when I'm wearing a diaper I usually leak a little bit, so in practice there's a little bit of number one mixed in. I only really do number two when I'm wearing a diaper that can hold a lot; when I'm trying to keep the diaper warm by rewetting every so often.

I've got issues with bedwetting, but when I wake up dry I almost always have to sprint to the bathroom. And then there's a good slice of times where I'm still shaking off sleep and stumbling out of bed when I lose it and wet. I can't go to sleep while I need to pee, but my bladder just fills up way to quick if I've had anything to drink within like four hours of going to sleep.

Yeah, I think that's pretty much the reason. I'm not really sure what you mean by the second part though. Yeah, it's usually involuntary. You know when you really need to go, and your knees get sorta weak? That usually happens to me when I'm really desperate, and eventually I fold over and mess. And I guess sitting just doesn't really push on things the same way as squatting. Maybe it's the pressure that gets put on stuff when my knees are up to my chest that does it, since if I lean forwards while sitting it gets way harder to hold it.

I've been wearing diapers on and off for most of my life, but this last week-ish I've been pretty much on break from them. So it was pretty much on a total whim that today, before heading out to a medical appointment across town, I decided to put on some padding. I made it there fine, and I was already half of the way back to my house (maybe 15 minutes away), when I felt the first ping in my bladder. However, it was only five minutes later before I felt a second, larger ping. And then three minutes before the next. I was desperate, wishing I could cross my legs, when I ran into the first real

In my experience, it's possible to mess while sitting, but it definitely makes it easier to hold. I'm pretty sure it's mostly psychological, since unless I'm really pushing up against my seat there isn't actually anything stopping it from coming out (and, if I end up having an accident while sitting it doesn't help me stop at all). It also helps me since when I mess, it's usually because my body made me squat—and once I'm squatting there's absolutely no hope for holding it in—and when I'm in a chair, I obviously can't do that.

I can usually wet without messing, but when I poo I'll pretty much always also pee at least a little bit. Maybe if I'm sitting on the toilet and pee it'll be hard not to also poo, but when wetting I can't say I remember a time when I also messed without being desperate.

I've been bedwetting on and off for most of my life. These days, if I go to sleep diapered I'll pretty much invariably leak at least a little bit, but if I'm not then I think I have a good 2/3 chance of waking up dry. My bedwetting was at its very worst when I was in highschool, since I was stressed all the time. Even when I wasn't wearing diapers during the day I pretty much never made it through the night dry. For a while this was a major source of embarrassment, since I didn't want to go to sleepovers diapered, but eventually I reached a point where I'm pretty accepting of it. And hey,

I would like to say that this was bravery/shamelessness, but honestly most of my reaction was a combination of panic and suppressing the "hmm, maybe I should be horny now" instinct. Also that I didn't realize that it didn't cover much until I'd left the store. Because that kind of spacial reasoning is hard. That sounds like a fun story! Could you tell us all a little bit more about it?

I tried to write up a short thing about this one time that I wet myself at the mall, but it ended up turning into a whole story that needed it's own post. So here it is!