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Lilly_Magic

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Lilly_Magic last won the day on October 13 2020

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About Lilly_Magic

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  • My pronouns are..
    she/her

My Kinks

  • I'm into..
    Ageplay
    Bathroom Control
    Bedwetting
    Diapers
    Hyper wetting
    Tickling
    Watersports
    Cuddling
    Parent and child play
    Spanking

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  1. A while back I was staying at my parents' place over the holidays, so I wasn't able to do a lot of naughty wetting. Someone was always around, and that's no fun. When I finally got the chance to have some fun I went to the park and had the super fun wet day in my camouflage pants. Well all of that fun really made my bladder tired, and the post holding weakness set in. Which wasn't such a big deal, I was just hanging out in the bedroom watching Netflix and such. Not really paying attention to my bladder. I hadn't had much to drink and my tummy didn't feel over full. Just a few little normal thr
  2. God that feeling of pissing yourself outside, wondering if people will notice it adds to the rush of it all. So hot and naughty!
  3.  

    https://nypost.com/2021/01/19/couple-arrested-after-allegedly-filming-themselves-having-sex-on-ferris-wheel/?utm_campaign=SocialFlow&utm_medium=SocialFlow&utm_source=NYPTwitter 

    So my friend on the forum asked me to post a link to this article. Someone was asking what happened to Lucky Lacie's Porn hub page. 

    That's her mugshot.  

     

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    2. Lilly_Magic

      Not the best publicity, that's for sure.

    3. Codedog92

      How did they think that they weren’t going to get caught doing that 

    4. dwp

      So much for the free speech theory!

  4. This wet day actually involved four fun desperation wettings, one leaky diaper, a truly unplanned accident, and then a little sneaky wetting while lying in bed. It was the most wet fun I've had in a long time.
  5. After one bursting bladder and a secret wetting from a night with no bathroom break, a large coffee and 20 oz of water, I felt the urge to pee again. My tired bladder always wants to make me pee right after a desperation game. I couldn't stop with that first bit of fun, so I drank another 20 oz of water and thought about what fun I could do next. Maybe a pull-up slowly filled and then flooded, maybe my soft cotton boxers getting wet and clingy, maybe a wet walk? Yes. A wet walk would be amazing in this 45°F weather! So I put on my red plaid panties. I had been naughty in them two days ago and
  6. One of my special omo friends I got to know on here and I have been messaging for a whole year now and it has been so wonderful and crazy and special. 

    💛Happy Omoversary 💛

    1. Lilly_Magic

      Matter of fact Happy Omoversary to me in general. I've been interacting on here a year and it's been so much fun. I've chatted with such wonderful folks, and I'm so grateful that this community is so loving and supportive and kinky and exciting. Y'all are special and sexy in your own omo way.

      💛Stay wet and wonderful everyone! 💛

  7. I've had to take an omo break for a while, but here's a little video of me in my sexy lacey panties. They're a lot of fun for me to pee in. 

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    2. Lilly_Magic

      As soon as I saw them at the shop I knew had to buy more than one pair.

      💙🖤💜💗

    3. Viralwolfe13

      Well you chose very well and they look very good on you. Even better woth the pee flowing through them

  8. I'm so excited to find out that this exists!!  

    Screenshot_20201116-134429_DuckDuckGo.jpg

    1. Apertado

      In the rebel pattern, nonetheless

    2. Lilly_Magic

      My favorite for my favorite stuffed bunny!

  9. You all know how much I enjoy writing, how good you all tell me I am at it. I think it would be fun for someone to write some hot omo fantasies for me. Get me all hot and quivering inside. 

     

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    2. mypeesecret

      “Ok, first one is easy. You might want to protect your car seat, cause if I do my job right, you are going to be coming home in wet jeans. Then head out to any restaurant you want and get some dinner for yourself. Go anywhere you want, but you have to finish 2 large drinks before you leave. And make sure you message me while you are there and let me now how you are doing!😋” the message read. 
       

      Standing up, you grab your keys and head out to the car, then toss a folded bed protector down on the seat. Just in case 😉. Banding down to get into the car you realize that grabbing that second glass of water may have been a bit bold, as you already have noticeable amount of pressure on your bladder. 2 large drinks before I leave, you think to yourself, where should I go?  
      Thinking things out, you come to the conclusion that a fast food restaurant will mean the shortest amount of time in the restaurant, compared to a decent sit down place, which could take a while. You don’t really want fast food, and it may take a toll on your tummy, but with the urge to pee already building up, you decide to head to the local Wendy’s, cause it’s quick, fairly clean, and the burgers don’t quite go through you like some of the other places. Hopefully you will still be doing well after 2 large drinks and enough food to fill up for dinner. Fingers crossed 🤞
      The drive to Wendy’s is quick and you head in to find a small line. The little bit of waiting that you have to do reminds you that you do in fact already need to pee. Not desperate or anything, but the prospect of two large sodas seems daunting. After getting your order and filling your first large pop, you head to a table in a quiet corner of the dining area. You get to work on the drink, and have it nearly half gone in no time. You finish off the other half as you eat and get up to go refill you drink so you can fulfill your 2 large drink requirement. 
      Back at your table, you finish eating at a regular pace, making sure to take a few gulps of pop between bites. Before you know like it, the food is gone and there’s just a few sips of pop left. You feel full, but good full, not stuffed. Your bladder, on the other hand, is starting to struggle. You snap a shot of the nearly empty soda cup and send it to your friend. “2nd large pop almost finished.. where to next” you send along in the message tab. 

      With no immediate reply, and the urge to pee growing more intense with every passing minute, you throw away your garbage. But, never one to waste money, bring your large cup over to the fountain dispenser one more time and fill up one last drink just to have. You aren’t thirsty at this point, and dont even know why you are filling it back up, but you finish what you are doing, pop a lid back on, and head out to your car. 
      On the walk out you hear your phone go off. You get into the car and settle in. You are starting to really need to pee. You dig for your phone, and realize that you are really needing to clench your muscles down there in order to keep from starting to leak. All the desperation and wetting earlier has made it harder then usual to hold. Making matters worse, you start to feel your tummy rumble again and the pressure on your bowels that had previously gone away start to return with a vengeance. You start to second guess this whole no bathroom challenge thing, but heading home to use the toilet and sit around for the rest of the night sounds pretty boring. You start to consider what you would do if you lost control and just had to poop your pants while you were out.  The public wetting was probably taking things far enough, but it was getting dark out now, and assuming you were outside, nobody would have any idea if your pants were wet.  You liked how it felt to be wet, but you felt like you were ready for more. Messing your jeans in public under the cover of night sounded more and more tempting. The trembling in your hands returns as you consider the possibility of a warm mushy pile of poop escaping into your panties and jeans, completely outside of your control. The intense feeling of arousal returns from earlier in the day. 
      Recommitted to the “no bathrooms all night” mission, you click the screen of the phone on, and check for the next text from your friend. 

      “Glad to see dinner went well. Next, head to a gas station and grab 2 20oz Gatorade’s. Take those to your local park, or somewhere where you can walk safely, meaning well lit😆, and finish them both. You have to stay and continue walking for 10 minutes after you finish the last bottle of Gatorade before you can head home. Whatever happens, you need to drink both bottles and complete your walk. Message me when you get home and let me know if you made it”

      After reading the message, you determine that heading to an old friends neighborhood, complete with sidewalks and streetlights might be your best best for a nighttime walk like this. You wouldn’t want to walk around your own neighborhood and run the risk of bumping into somebody that you know if you end up in soaked jeans. “And especially if I can’t make it home before my bowels give up” you think to yourself. This thought, combined with the pressure building up in your gut, and on top of the ever increasing urge to pee sent chills down your spine. You feel scared and excited and embarrassed and aroused all together at once. You look around for a nearby gas station to pick up those Gatorade’s at, and get ready to finish up the last challenge of the night. 

       

    3. mypeesecret

      With nowhere to stop for Gatorade in immediate sight, You put the car into Drive (or slam it into first gear, dump the clutch, and peel out like some kinda pants wetting bad-ass on a mission) and cruise out onto the road. You head in the direction of the neighborhood you plan to end up at, and assume you will pass somewhere to stop as you drive. 
      a few minutes pass, and so far nothing.. the need to pee intensifies quickly. You start doing some quick mental math to help pass the time while you drive. “I figure I had 2 16oz glasses of water at home before I left” you think to yourself, “so 32oz of water there, then the 2 large drinks at Wendy’s are 32oz each... sooo, oh shit”.  Realizing you have consumed 96oz of fluid over the past 2-3 hours, makes the pressure on your bladder that much more real. You catch yourself reaching for the cup you filled up before you left the restaurant, and stop. Then realize you’ve been sipping it off and on the whole time you have been driving purely out of habit! It’s nearly 1/3 gone too!! 
      “Shit!!” You say to yourself, now beginning to worry if you’ll even make it to the gas station without soaking your jeans again. 
      Still a couple minutes from the neighborhood you are headed to, you realize that you aren’t going to pass any gas stations and accept the fact that you will have to pass the neighborhood and drive a couple miles out to a station you have been to before. It’s 24hr, so you take some comfort in knowing it will at least be open and speed up a little. With a couple minutes left, you are feeling very desperate. You’ve been in worse situations before, sometimes even on purpose, and convince yourself that you will be ok. You pull into the gas station, park close to the door, and make it out of the the car without a single leak. “I’ve got this,” you think to yourself, and with slightly shorter than usual strides, walk into the gas station confidently, and head back to the drink displays to find some Gatorade and finish up this walk. 
      You settle on a couple classic flavors, lemon lime, and fruit punch. In the squeeze bottles too, which have always been easier to drink quickly for some reason. There are a couple people in line as you walk over and get into queue.

       In the short time that you are waiting in line, your confidence goes from 💯 to 0 in the blink of an eye. Tummy churning, and bladder tightening up harder than you’ve ever felt before, you daydream for a second about what is about to play out over the next hour.  There is no way you are making it home before you lose control and flood these jeans, which have completely dried at this point and still have the faint scent of pee from the last time you did something like this, just hours ago. Lost in these thoughts, you are startled to hear the cashier.

      ”Can I help you!” He says, obviously not for the first time. You step up to the counter and place the Gatorade’s down. As he scans the items you go to search for some cash, but your hands are trembling again. The pressure on your bladder is now intense, and the rumbles in your tummy aren’t helping anything either. Worried that you are about to begin having your “accident” right there in the gas station, you find your debit card, pull that out instead, and slide it into the machine.

      ”There’s a 5 dollar minimum” the guy at the counter says bluntly. 
      “Huh” you reply. At this moment, all of your attention is focused on clenching the muscles in your vagina and keeping that dam from bursting. Of course, Holding back a flood of pee is a complete turn on to you, and as you stand there struggling to keep from flooding your jeans directly in front of the cashier and the few other people in the store, you are also secretly very aroused and struggling to think of anything other than being home and soaked in bed touching yourself like you were just hours ago. 
      “There’s a 5 dollar minimum for Cred..” he begins to repeat. 
      “just charge me 5, it’s fine” you cut him off

      ”those Gatorade’s are 2 for 2.50 anyways” he informs you. “I’ll just charge you for 2 more and You can grab em’ on your way out”

      You hear what he’s saying, but your focus is completely elsewhere. Still clenching and fighting back the dam of pee just waiting to burst loose, you wait for what feels like eternity... “was that a spurt?” You wonder.  You bladder is to the point where it feels like it is quivering. You don’t know if you can even make it back to the car. 

      The machine beeps and “please remove card” prompts from the screen. You quickly snag your card and in even shorted strides make your way to the door as quickly as possible. 
      “Miss, don’t forget your drinks!” The cashier shouts

      ”Thats Ok!” You shout back over your shoulder, “I really only needed these two!” But as the words come out you realize that apart from your debit card, you are empty handed. Embarrassed, you turn around and in still shorter strides, pelvic muscles fully clenched, rush back to the counter to grab your 2 drinks. 
       

      As you leave the counter, you feel another quiver in your bladder, and realize that this is it. About 6 steps away from the door you feel the first actual spurt. It comes on strong, and lasts for a few seconds. You feel it soak into the crotch of your jeans as you cross the threshold of the door. Panicked, you look out into the lot of the gas station. There are a couple people pumping gas, but luckily nobody parked closely to your car. Recomposed, you take the last steps over to the door of your car without incident and pull on the door handle. It’s locked. With this realization comes the second spurt, it comes on out of nowhere, and is also strong. Pee soaks down your pant legs some, and you desperately search your pockets for your keys. As you reach into your sweatshirt and get your hands on those keys, a third spurt starts. 
      Unfortunately (fortunately?), this spurt was not the same as the last 2. This time, you can feel your body pushing from your core, whether you want to or not, just pushing down hard into your pelvic reigon. The spurt because a long, steady, hissing stream, that forced its way out into your panties and down the legs of your jeans as you stood beside your car in the gas station parking lot. 2 Gatorade’s, a debit card, and set of keys in hand, helplessly pissing your jeans full force. You close your legs together tight and bend at the knees, half as a way to maybe stop the stream, and half because it just felt good to do so. The truth of the matter was that standing there, desperately flooding yourself in your jeans, jeans that had already been soaked with pee once before in this same day, you felt incredible. You felt happy, naughty, dirty, and complete exhilaration as pee continued to flow out of you, soaking into your panties, pants, and now socks and shoes. There is also a growing puddle beneath you. A lady from the gas pump walks by as she heads to the door. She looks over and seems to realize you are in fact peeing your pants right in front of her eyes. She looks up from the puddle and wet jeans as she walks and make eye contact for a split second before turning her head to the door and heading into the station. 
      Soaked and still trembling, you get your car unlocked and climb in. You can still tell that there is a slow trickle off pee spilling out of you, a somewhat common aftermath to a big hold and loss of control like that. 
      “Holy Shit” you think to yourself. “That was intense”. You sit in your car for a second a collect your thoughts. A wave of embarrassment comes over you, as you see the lady who had witnessed you flooding your jeans in the parking lot coming out of the gas station store. She seems to make a point of not looking in your direction at all. 
      Next comes a wave of excitement. You just lost control, legitimately, and wet yourself in a most public place. You were even seen while peeing! The excitement turns to arousal once again as you sit in the protected seat of your car. There’s already another wave of pee sneaking up on you, and you are feeling insanely horny. You grab your phone and message your friend to fill him in on what has happened. You can tell that he is impressed, and also very turned on. As your tummy continues to rumble, and you shift attention to the pressure in your bowels, which has apparently been overshadowed by your desperate need to pee, you send out one more text, promising to finish the 2 Gatorade’s, and the walk, before heading home. 

    4. mypeesecret

      With the warmth of your completely soaked jeans starting to fade, you start the car, turn on the heat, and find your way back to the road. Tummy still rumbling gently, you look down at the 2 Gatorade bottles in the passenger seat, and wonder how long you will even last with this next wave of pee starting to settle in already. Holding like that always seems to weaken your bladder, significantly, and this was the second time you had held it like that today. Noticing the fountain drink from Wendy’s still sitting in your center console, you think to yourself, “Fuck it”, and start sipping on that as you drive back towards the neighborhood where you planned to take one final walk for the day. Intent on finishing the Wendy’s drink before starting the walk, you take long drinks from the straw and wonder if this is really a good idea. Your brain tells you that you should probably head home, but the car pulls into the neighborhood where an old friend used to live, and where you remembered taking walks, just normal walks, only a few years back. The layout of the neighborhood was familiar, and it was a beautiful neighborhood too. Good for looking at fancy houses and dreaming about what you next house might be like. 
       

      After pulling into the Main Street, you take a left turn, finish up what was left of your fountain drink, and head back towards where your friend used to live. You remember the house being set back far from the street and figure it’s a smart place to park for this type of walk. You shut the car off and reach for your phone. Your tummy rumbles once more, and you feel pressure in the pot of your stomach once again. 
      “oooh” you mutter quietly as the pressure in your tummy peaks, and then subsides again. 
      You message your omo friend. “Hey, I’m here at that neighborhood I like to walk at, but I’m not too sure about this actually” and hit send. 
      He is quick to respond “Oh no! What’s wrong? I didn’t mean to make you wet yourself right in front of somebody. I guess I understand if it’s just been too much already today.” He messages back, obviously worried he has pushed too hard already. 
      “no it’s not that..” you text back. With your tummy still rumbling, and modest pressure staying persistent in your bowels, your mind flips back to being excited about finishing the drinks and wetting yourself at least once more tonight before heading home. But you also know that there is a chance you will need to poo. And while you have accepted that you just might mess your pants out here tonight, you can’t help feeling a little bit bothered that you will have to leave that part out of your correspondence with your omo friend. Not everybody who likes wetting is into that sort of stuff, after all. But tonight had a been a night of taking chances, and so you decide to feel things out a little bit first, before taking off on your walk. 
       

      “Well, it’s just that I’ve been holding since I woke up from that nap, and to be honest, I’ve also needed to go number 2 the whole time. Now that I’ve lost control of my bladder, holding the number 2 back has gotten way harder and I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep from messing myself if I try and do this walk and drink all this Gatorade”. You type out, pause for a second to think about what you just wrote, and hit send. 
      “Oh, well, I understand if your all all done for tonight. It’s been a ton of fun, and I hope we can do it again” he replies. 

      You let out a relieved sigh, and determine that you should probably just head home. 
       

      Then another message pops up on your phone “But it also sounds kinda hot.”

      Another message follows “thinking about You walking through that neighborhood in piss soaked jeans, trying to finish 2 bottles of Gatorade and make it back home in time before you flood yourself again or poop your pants?!? I’m like, totally turned on”

      It was all the encouragement you needed. You grab the 2 bottles of Gatorade, hop out of the car and close the door. You head off down the street, determined to finish off these 2 bottles and head on home. You could always mess yourself when you get home if you are so inclined. As you walk and work on the first bottle, you think about how to finish up the night. The pressure in your bowels was still there, but it hadn’t gotten any worse. In fact walking seemed to have made it settle down some. You figure you will probably finish up these 2 bottles over the next 20 minutes or so and plan your walking route accordingly. 
      Finishing up the first bottle of Gatorade, you notice that the urge to pee has began to return, and it’s pretty intense already. Not willing to fight back the urge to pee while wearing dark and already soaked jeans at night, you decide to relax the muscles in your pelvis, and as you walk, a stream of pee slowly starts up and grows stronger while you walk. 
       

      Pee is now streaming out at a regular pace, into your panties and down your jeans, sometimes onto your socks and into your shoes, as some flings away from the hem of your pant leg and onto the concrete. It feels great to be able to relax and just let it flow, and the warmth it brings to your wet jeans is welcome on the cool night. 
       

      You continue walking, but can’t seem to remember where you need to turn next after getting lost in the feeling of wetting yourself while casually walking along the neighborhood sidewalk. Cracking into your last bottle of Gatorade, you take a right and begin walking down another seemingly familiar street, sure that after a couple blocks you’ll be able to take one more right and be headed right towards your car. It’s a good thing too, because the pressure in your tummy is back again, and the need to physically clench up and hold things in has occurred at least once now since you have been walking. 
      With the second bottle of gatorade almost gone, you round your turn expecting to see your car up the way a little bit. It’s not there. Like, it’s probably still there, right where you parked it, but it’s not there in front of you, on this street that you have found yourself on. A wave of panic settles in. What do you do now, your tummy rumbles again and you again feel the need to clench up to keep from messing yourself. The immediate urge subsides, but you know it’s going to be back. You realize that getting more lost at this point is not an option, and decide to turn around and retrace your steps. Your Gatorade bottle is still about a quarter full, but you aren’t thinking about the challenge anymore. Your tummy rumbles again and the pressure builds even stronger in the pit of your stomach. This is going to be close. You pick up your pace as much as you can keeping your butt clenched Im fear of something starting to slip out. As much as you thought you were ok with the idea of messing yourself on this walk, you are now only focused on finding your car and getting yourself out of this crazy situation. 
      As you retrace your steps back to your car you pass a few strips of wetness on the sidewalk. Realizing that it’s your wetness, from when you released you bladder earlier, maybe 15 or 20 minutes ago, makes you blush and feel a sense of naughtiness again. “Today has been a lot of fun” you think to yourself, “but let’s just get back to the car.” You try to pick up the pace once again, but a tightening in your bowels forces you to double over and clench every muscle in your booty as tightly as possible. Your bowels attempt to push out, but you are able to hold it off. Now genuinely worried, you start walking in the direction of you car again, knowing you can’t be more than maybe 5 minutes away. The intense feeling in your bowels returns after maybe 2 minutes. It takes everything you have to keep from messing yourself right there on that sidewalk. The pressure from your tummy seems to have also cause you to need to pee again as well, because you can feel that urge building up now too. “gotta be close” you think to yourself. 
      Another minute of walking passes, and you think you see your car up ahead. A few more steps and you can see it more clearly, it’s definitely your car. A sense of relief settles in as you get closer, but then the urge hits again. Hard. 

      You know that feeling you get when you really need to go, and you finally get into the bathroom and your pants are almost off, and it’s like your body has just had enough waiting and everything just releases and the pee or poop or whatever is coming in like 2 seconds, so you better get ready?

      Well that same thing happens to you as you finally get up next to you car door. It’s like your body thinks it’s finally at that bathroom and any clenched muscles or resistance left in your body completely let’s go. 
      it doesn’t just let go, against your own will, the core of your body once again tightens up and just starts pushing outward. Poo shoves it’s way out of your bottom and into your wet white (mostly) panties first. It starts off hard, but is quickly filling in with something more mushy. As your bowels push more soft poo into your panties your bladder also decides to give in. Pee comes streaming out as well, mixing with the mess and flooding once again down your pant legs. 
      It’s is an incredibly intense feeling. To be standing there, shitting in your pants uncontrollably, simultaneously peeing another massive flood into these poor jeans. The stream of urine subsides once again, as wetness cascades down the legs of your jeans. The messing has stopped. But you can still feel a little something left. A last, deliberate push from you shoots out a final load into your already stuffed pants and panties, and pee finishes trickling out of you as well. It feels like you just came. You open your car door, and sit down into the mess you have made in your pants. The pissy wet poo squishes around inside your pants and panties and you shudder from the sensation. It’s is both gross and yet completely arousing to you. Feeling strangely satisfies, you start the car, and head off back towards home. 

  10. Very nice. Outdoor wetting feels extra good. Especially when you can feel the contrasting temperatures of the cool air and the warm pee.
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