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bigwetj

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  1. Hey guys! I’ve got another short Omo story to tell ya about my new girlfriend. Before I was completely sure that she is into Omo, and not just being playful, I decided to “test the waters” one night while we both attended a concert. Her and I are both HUGE concert enthusiasts. We try to attend at least one concert a week, but sometimes it can be up to 3-4 per week. Since we are both punk veterans, we always come to shows prepared for a good rowdy time. We both know concerts can get wild, so I always pack extra clothes, towels, and necessities… just in case. On this night in particular, we were seeing a band that is special to the both of us, a band that is known for perpetuating cartoonish violence, all while drenching the moshpit in fake blood. That band is of course… GWAR. Since we both have already seen GWAR multiple times I knew we would be a mess by the end of the night, and I had an idea in my head on how to approach an anticipated Omo moment, I just had to wait for the opportunity to present itself. We drank, smoked, and partied our way through the first two bands, Napalm Death, and Eyehategod (whom also has an Omo-style song). Between each band set we would buy beers, peruse the merchandise tables, and find places to smoke away from security. At one point while we were standing in line at the bar, I noticed her legs were crossed and she was slightly bent at the knee. My Omo opp was drawing near ______________________________________ Before I go on, I must say, to anyone who might object to me letting my girlfriend mosh with a bunch of drunk metalheads, she is just as crazy and intimidating as I am. With her standing at 5’10”, I have full confidence in the fact that she could put her boots to most grown adult men. I can say that, because I’m 6’6” (1.98m) of pure anger, and she scares me sometimes. Plus I’ve always got my eye on her just in case things get too intense. She’s a badass, I’m a badass, I love her, she loves me, and we always have each other’s backs. Back to the story. ________________________________________ When GWAR finally hit the stage, they immediately started soaking the sold-out crowd with fake blood, at which point we both went into crazy mode and started moshing in the pit, it was 90-minutes of absolute CHAOS! After a while, the show was coming to a close with a few songs left, I had remembered her pee-dance from earlier at the bar, and I knew for a fact she hadn’t gone to the ladies room since we arrived. (Punk bar bathrooms are always gross anyways). After one of the encore songs, she walked out from the pit, strutting up to me in her skintight red plaid pants, black Doc Marten boots, and her “illegible metal logo shirt”, which were all stained with GWAR juices. She’s grinning from ear to ear, re-adjusting her leather neck choker, wiping off her round “wizard style” glasses, pulling back her braided pigtails…. Then… Just like I had anticipated, she said in my ear, “I have to pee so bad, but I don’t wanna leave now”. To which I replied, “JUST GO”, with a smile. She said “yeah? No one would even notice if I did anyways”. After that I just put my arm around her neck and she held her arms around my waist. After a minute or so I glanced down to see a puddle forming under her boots. Her knees were locked together, and I could feel her fingers digging into my back. She was still peeing as I looked her in the eyes, I could tell she was nervous about it. So I just kissed her on the forehead and asked “feel better?” To which she replied with a head nod, and a kiss to my lips. She was relieved, and I was thrilled! At this point there were two songs left, and she decided she wants to keep moshing in the pit for a while longer. As I’m watching her, I’m in an almost euphoric trance-like state. The sight of seeing this badass woman, absolutely crowd-killing in a GWAR moshpit, screaming the songs out loud with the band, getting rowdy, and putting the men to shame. She’s doing this all, while walking around in piss-soaked pants. The thought of it now still makes me rock fucking hard. Eventually, the show is over and everyone is shuffling outside to their cars. The crowd is covered in fake blood, beer, and sweat, so no one even noticed that she had fully wet herself. Honestly we were having such a good time, we didn’t care that she pissed her pants. She seemed to enjoy that fact! I held her hand all the way back to my truck, where we had all the towels and spare clothes. When we were stripping down, I noticed she had on all matching underwear. She had plain white panties, bra, and socks. All her undies had a slight staining from the concert, but her panties had an unmistakable yellow patch in the front/back, and her socks were absolutely SOAKED with pee. I grinned when I saw this, and said, “damn baby, you really had to go huh?” She giggled and said, “oh yeah, sorry, I hope you aren’t upset, sometimes I can’t hold it.” I just smiled and kissed her. Fucking love this woman.
  2. Thank you, mam! It was such a thrilling experience, and she says we can do that as often as I like! Glad to hear you enjoyed reading about it, I’ll post some more in the near future I’ve gotten those vibes from her since the day we first met. The exact moment I knew for sure that she is into Omo was when we went to a concert! That’s in itself is a good story worth making a separate thread about.
  3. First time posting in a while, but I have an exciting update to my life. Found a great new gal I’ve been dating since September. We have a lot in common personality wise, share the same interests, and she loves to take care of me (vice versa). I’ve gotten Omo vibes from her since day one. We are both tokers (4:20), so we’re always smoking on something together, and occasionally she will take a big green hit and cough to the point of leakage. Being the understanding boyfriend that I am, of course I don’t mind this a bit. I told her “I’ll love you even if you pee in your panties.” After I said that, her eyes welled up and we made passionate love. You all know how it goes… but, I digress… the story/attached pics are from this past weekend… Saturday we decided to go bowling really late, and of course we were smoking and drinking our way through the night. As we were bowling, I noticed she was doing a subtle cross-leg pee dance and holding her crotch. We left the alley at 1 am she still didn’t go pee. Even after we got back to my house, she still wanted to drink shots and continue having fun through the night. Eventually after an hour or so we started to do “knockouts”, which means you take a weed hit, chug a beer, drink a shot, and THEN let your weed smoke out. Those are always killer, and I wondered how she would be able to handle it. She handled them like a fucking pro, but after we did two or three knockouts, it happened…. After an intense coughing spell, she gave me a very concerned look, and said “baby, I’m peeing”, I looked down and she was absolutely soaking her skinny jeans down to her boots! We both giggled about it the whole time it was happening, and I decided to kiss her while she was still peeing on my floor. It was truly wonderful, and she could tell how much it was turning me on, so she started grinding her legs and crotch on my leg while we kissed. After a while though, we kept on drinking, and she hung out in her wet pants for at least 2 more hours! Pics attached below. BONUS: Eventually at like 5 am, I was able to clean her up and get her up the stairs to my room. After a few hours of sleeping next to her, I noticed that she peed the bed next to me! Good thing we keep a water-proof liner on it! She said she would have been DTF there on the spot where if it weren’t for the fact that she was hungover… next time I’m gonna get her wet without even a drop of booze Anyways! Thanks for reading! I have a feeling I will be posting a lot of OMO content about our relationship in the foreseeable future
  4. This is the second scenario I’m posting about the same ex-girlfriend from my, “wetting to leave work early” thread. Prelude; A few years ago, I was dating this girl that I had formerly worked with. We had dated all throughout our tenure at the same company, and even for a couple years after we had both quit. The last few years of our relationship was a long distance kind of deal, which had an impact on our romantic life, and eventually caused us to see other people. We left on good terms, and are still friends to this day. But, enough about that. This scenario happened during those “long distance” days, when I was in town visiting. It had been a long time since I last saw her, almost a month. Living 250+ miles away had a serious affect on our romantic life, but, we were both excited to have an extended weekend together. After I finally got to her new apartment, I shlepped my belongings upstairs and knocked on her door. Her dog “Goofball” responded first. Not long after the panicked barking, I heard the bolt on the door unlatch, and my heart jumped, I was so glad to finally see her. I yearned for her, I had anticipated this moment for a whole month. When the door finally opened, I was met by her wonderful smile, and a big amorous kiss. I won’t lie, it still brings a tear to my eye just thinking about that moment... She said “go ahead and bring your things in! I’m gonna finish getting ready, and we’re gonna go get some sushi!” She had on a dark green pattern sweater, skin-tight high-rise red/burgundy jeans, and a brown leather belt. When she turned around to run and find her boots, I noticed that she had a subtle visible panty line (VPL), which was definitely a big turn on for me... and she knew it. After I laid my stuff out in her room, I proceeded to get ready for a night on the town. She was very noticeably excited, she almost “pranced” as she ran around the room to prepare for the night... always making sure to bend over, or move in ways that guaranteed I could get a good look at her ass. Even when she bent over to lace up her boots, she leaned forward just enough for me to catch a quick glimpse of her white panties as they peaked out of the top of her pants. She was FLAUNTING it, and I was LOVING it! Fast forward a few hours later, we had just finished eating at an extravagant sushi restaurant, when we went for a walk around downtown. She lived in an artsy district of her city, so there were plenty of bars, restaurants, music venues, theaters, galleries, etc. So we kinda of just meandered around the city streets for a few hours, and soaked up the nighttime culture. We were having a great time stopping at a few different hipster type bars and ordering specialty drinks. So after a few of those, we were REALLY starting to feel it. After visiting our third pub for the night, I noticed she was starting to squirm a little, though I didn’t mention anything, and she didn’t seem concerned. After we finished our drink, her and I snuck down an alleyway for a quick toke, before going to this pinball arcade/pub she knew. We played a few games while drinking, and were having an all round great time. I could tell the toke/booze was having an intense affect on her, because she was losing at these arcade games so bad, but we still had fun regardless. At one point when she was playing a game, she kept nudging her ass back into my crotch, to which I would reciprocate with a firm grab. (I have gigantic hands, so her ass was like palming a basketball). After another hour or so of walking, we decided to stop at one last bar. We had a few more cocktails and enjoyed watching the other patrons sing karaoke, sometimes drunkenly joining in ourselves. The whole time we were at this joint, I noticed her squirming and fidgeting was getting more frequent, though she never mentioned anything about having to pee. Even after last call, we left the bar without her ever attempting to use the ladies room. At this point in our almost 7-year relationship, she knew I was turned on by desperation/wetting... so I was very excited for what could happen. Though I played my cool and went with the flow. After the bars closed, we decided to make our way back to her place, which was about a dozen blocks from where we were. As we walked back, we held hands, and occasionally stopped for a quick kiss. This truly was turning out to be a very special night. After walking a few blocks, we decided to stop at a RedBox and rent a few DVDS, since we were planning for an all-nighter. While we were browsing the selection, I noticed she was crossing her legs and starting to do the pee-dance. She was getting desperate. I asked her if everything was alright, and she said “I should’ve went pee before we left. I’m sure I can make it home...” After we picked out our movie selection, I stopped again for another quick toke, and while I never peer pressure anyone into smoking with me, I always ask out of courtesy. Since this was one of those special nights, she decided to partake. I took my hit with no problem at all, but when she took hers, she began to cough and strain. After her coughing fit, I noticed her hand was buried in between her thighs. She said, “I think I peed a little! We have to hurry home!” Though I never saw any evidence of wetting. We kept walking, every step we got closer to her house, the more desperate she became, and the more aroused I was getting. She knew this was turning me on, and I knew I had to make a move soon. Finally we made it to her apartment building. As she ascended the stairs to the third floor, she was a bit clumsy from the drinks, so I let her go ahead of me so I could assist her. The whole way up, she kept doing the pee-dance, and just giving me a fantastic view of her ass, her VPL, and a small quarter-size wet spot between her legs. Simply. Amazing. After we reached her door, she fiddled around in her purse to find her keys. As she was searching, she said, “I can’t wait to pee!” I knew full-well that the toilet was only moments away, and I had to make a move now or never. She finally found her keys, and after trying to identify the right one, she dropped them in front of us. We both bent down at the same time to fetch them, and, after catching yet another glimpse of her panties, I knew what I was going to do. When we both came up, our eyes locked, and I moved in for a quick kiss. Then another kiss, then one more kiss, then we began full on making-out in front of her door. The whole time we are embracing she’s still somewhat doing the pee-dance, but of course, I don’t mind, and neither does she. After a good minute of caressing her hips and her neck, she lets out a faint whimper, and I hear that unmistakeable sound... something was dripping on the floor. It’s happening. She’s wetting her pants while we are making out, and I’m in absolute ecstasy! I play it off like I didn’t notice, but she smiled as my lips were touching hers and said, “I’m pissing myself.” We both look down at her legs, to see her pee is glistening in the hallway light, streaming down her legs, into her boots, and onto the floor, making a small puddle under her boots. She looks up at me with her big brown eyes and says, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold it.” I immediately continue kissing her. She puts her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, I have one arm around her back, and the other is squeezing her freshly wet ass. I’m basically picking her up to bring her closer to me, I can’t seem to get her close enough to me. After a few minutes of this, she stops and says, “let’s take this inside...” As she turns around and is unlocking the door, I nudge my crotch into her ass, and with both hands, I feel her up from her hips to her breasts. I’m like a bull in heat, ready to ravage. After the door opens, we start making out, and bumping our way through her apartment, towards the bedroom when she says, “I should clean up.” To which I replied, “there will be time for that later.” I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, her legs are straddling my hips and getting her pee all over me. When I picked her up she immediately started giggling, and I swear she peed even more, because now her pee is running down my legs! I fucking love this woman. After I sit her down, she’s giving me a seductive look as I unlace her boots. Her socks underneath are completely soaked. I pull them off, and admire her wet feet for a bit, before I lick the piss off her foot arch. This sends chills down her spine, as she puts her head back and her chest out, I can see her nipples are hard under her sweater... she’s as turned on as I am. After a bit of foot play, I decide to undo her belt and peel those wet jeans right off her legs, exposing her white cotton panties. The yellow stains on her underwear are so exciting to me, that I swear I almost peed myself (thinking back, I should have). After discarding her wet pants, I run my tongue again from her feet, up her calf, past her thighs, and in between her legs. At first I lick with her pissy panties pulled to the side, but after a bit, I remove them using my teeth. This girl is so special to me, and I wanna treat her like a queen. I continue cunnilingus, until she squirts in my beard, and I know she’s been satisfied. She lays back and let’s out a big sigh. I can tell she’s been yearning for this, and she deserves it. After a few minutes of lying next to her, holding hands, catching our breath, thinking back on the wonderful time we just had... we both realize the mess we’ve made of ourselves. So, we decide to take a shower while our clothes were in the washer. We wash the delightful piss aroma off ourselves, and continue to make-out/fuck in the shower. After our shower, we cuddled on her couch and watched rom-coms until we feel asleep in each other’s arms. Thus putting an end to a very special, intimate night with the woman I love. This night definitely set the standard as my most profound sexual encounter. I’d give anything in the world just to experience something half as stimulating as this. This may have been the end our first night of a long weekend together, but, this was not the only time she wet while I was visiting that weekend... maybe I’ll recount that little incident as well. In our almost 7 years dating, she had about a dozen “accidents” that I can recall. Some were real, some I’m still not quite sure if she secretly planned. I’ll post about a few more of those when I get the time to draft up another! Thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated!
  5. It was indeed! It was one of the most profound sexual experiences I’ve ever had! I’d do anything to be able to relive that moment again...
  6. Hey as long as you keep me fed well... I’ll vacuum, dust, and even mop up after your accidents
  7. In the bathroom before/during the shower, then earlier the next morning before work I will begin to draft up my second short story
  8. This is a story about an ex of mine (we are still good friends) About 8-9 years ago, I used to work at a large department store. Our common uniforms were a dark blue shirt with either jeans or khaki pants, if that tells you anything about where I worked at. I was on a middle shift between days and nights, so I would get to mingle with people from both crews. Sometimes I would get off work at 2-3 am and still be able to hang out with the night shifters on their lunch breaks. Fast forward a few years into this job, I met and was currently dating this cute gal whom worked on the late shift. We didn’t “live together” but we spent a lot of time at each other’s places. We had a lot of mutual friends at this job, and sometimes we would carpool to/from work. After the shift sometimes we would all carpool to the local bars or to movie theaters to all hang out after a long night working. One night, us middle shifters were all hanging out with the night shifters in the parking lot after work. It was a medium sized group of about 7-8 of us, girlfriend and myself included. Towards the end of their lunch break, the night people were all heading in to finish their shift, and the rest of us were getting in our cars to leave for the night. On a normal night I would go home to bed, then she would get home a few hours later and crawl into bed next to me. But before I could leave, she came over to my window for a quick kiss, and asked “if I would come back to smoke a cigarette with her on her last break at 5am?”. I was incredibly tired, and ready for bed... but she had on her new straight-legged khakis that she was excited to wear, and just a bit of cleavage showing when she bent over to my window... so... of course I agreed. I killed a few hours out in town really late at night/early in the morning; ran errands, stopped for a few beers, bought smokes, etc. all while texting with her the whole time. So finally 5am rolls around, and I’m waiting in parking lot for her, but she doesn’t show. She then texts me that her manager needed her to cover breaks for other people, and that she would have to stay at the register until the other folks came back from break... 15-20 min tops. Of course I didn’t mind waiting, but at this point I’m starting to get tired, and I’m ready for bed. Almost 30 min goes by and still she isn’t allowed a break yet. She told her manager that “she really needed a break”, but her manager, whom also was very busy at the time, pleaded with her to “continue to wait and help customers at the register, that she would have her break very soon”... At this point I was so tired that I had fallen asleep in the parking lot and didn’t realize how long I was waiting. Until I was awoken to my girlfriend tapping on the glass to let her in. She had tears in her eyes but a smile on her face. I asked her if everything was okay, and she said “something happened... we need to go home.” That’s when I noticed... her khakis were absolutely soaked. From her crotch, all the way down her legs and into her boots. She told me she had to wet her pants in order to even get a break. I was jolted awake by this, and responded with immediate sympathy (and hidden arousal). Though she just seemed focused on leaving, I figured because of embarrassment. After I got her back to her place, I helped her sneak into her apartment building without being noticed. When we got to her apartment, I stood outside her bathroom door and asked if there was anything else I could help with. Then the door opened... she’s standing there with a grin on her face, wet pants still on, though unbuttoned to where I could see her stained grey panties, her shirt still on but untucked and with pee on the front of it, her white girly socks completely stained yellow. Then she says, “yeah you can help by undressing me”. I thought I was gonna pass out with excitement! We were very handsy as I slowly undressed her. Though in the middle of all that, I didn’t realize she had gotten her pee on me too. So, we both got undressed and hopped in the shower together. After which we went to bed and slept happily together until it was time for me to go back to work. When I got in the next day, a couple of our work friends had heard what happened, and offered sympathy. I exclaimed she was doing okay but extremely embarrassed (total lie). The whole thing caused upper-management to catch wind of what happened, and since a customer complained that “a poor girl peed herself at the register”, they offered her a paid day off in order to cope with what happened! Lucky! That was the night when her and I had both realized we have a mutual fetish, though we never directly talked about it... she would occasionally have “accidents” over the course of our almost seven years together. I have a dozen or so stories like this involving her, in case anyone finds this post interesting. Anyways, thanks for reading guys! Feedback is appreciated.
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