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    AnotherGuy reacted to Tellnoone in Just wetting yourself when not desperate   
    We are many who prefer to wet because we just feel like letting go. It´s a common misconception that omo should be all about desperation and accidents. I don´t do desperation play for bladder health reasons, but I often try to make things exciting with other challenges, such as timers, lottery, or involving someone else who tells me when to wet.  Other times it´s just all about being relaxed. 
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    AnotherGuy reacted to boiyo6532 in Watching my girlfriend (at the time) desperately squat and pee in public.   
    Let me just preface this by saying this story doesn’t contain any wetting, but it gets just as good. 
    Me and my ex girlfriend had been drinking in a pub in town, and then went for a little smoke and chat around the corner. We were talking for ages, until eventually, she tells me she needs to pee. The only thing is, she was almost instantly desperate, and could not shut up about it. She begins wriggling and writhing whilst we were in town, continually saying things like ‘oh my god I really need to pee’ and ‘I’m actually going to piss myself.’ She was wearing light blue jeans as well, so whilst - being her boyfriend and all - I did not want her to piss herself in public as I didn’t want her to humiliate herself, perhaps the devilish part of me thought that would be the best thing ever. The bar we had drank at had just shut, hence her increasing desperation. In my hometown, there’s a cathedral with gardens next to it, which was close by. I decided we’d go there so she could relieve herself. 
    Walking there, she barely even kept her legs separate, shuffling along the backstreets near the bar we’d just been at, continually going on verbally about how much she was desperate to pee. She knew about my fetish but never indulged me in actually pissing herself for me, which I can respect. A lot of girls I’ve slept with have found out about my kink and equally have been unwilling to try it. Piss isn’t for everyone I guess. Nonetheless, my gf at the time would go ‘I’m literally going to piss myself’ to which I’d respond ‘you’re not don’t be silly, but this is also really turning me on, so stop telling me that.’ 
    We eventually go to the cathedral gardens. You walk down a cobblestone path and through a tunnel, and I had my flashlight on so we could see where we were going. She’s still shuffling at this point, then we get out the tunnel and onto grass; she asks if anyone’s around but equally she does not care; she runs over to a spot on the grass whilst I answer and near enough rips down her jeans and her knickers, falls into a squat and begins pissing. 
    To this day I think it is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She let out a huge jet stream of piss between her legs whilst she squatted down, and it formed a parabolic arch. We’re not talking some dribbles here, we’re talking a well defined clear jet stream of piss. (see this video for a comparison on the shape of the stream.) It made a trickling sound as it hit the mud and grass, for what must have been a minute; this in conjunction with my gf moaning passionately in relief. It was an assault on the senses. I kept my flashlight fervently on her, so she could see where she was peeing and not get any of it on her clothes. I probably should have been keeping a lookout for any bystanders; at this point, I was way too aroused to look anywhere else.
    The piss began to diminish in its intensity, the arch getting smaller, the audible volume of the trickle decreasing and my gf’s moaning now shifting away from verbal moaning to pants and sighs of exhaustion and relief. I watched as she finished peeing, still not quite over the shock of how intensely hot the whole experience was. She finished, exclaiming ‘oh my god.’ And then as she got up, she pulled her knickers up first, so for a brief moment, my gf was just standing there in her lace panties exposed in public. Wow! What a sight. Then she pulled her jeans up as well. 
    ‘I can’t believe I just did that, there was so much’ she says. I walk over to her and kiss her passionately. She knows how much that turned me on. 
    To this day the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. If she wasn’t such a psycho I would have loved to have stayed with her!
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    AnotherGuy reacted to Renatatswet in Tiktok girl pee her pants   
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    AnotherGuy reacted to izb3dwetting in After Work Relief   
    I had to work today and on the weekends it's not too bad except I don't really get the chance to use the bathroom. 
    Well, I had stopped and gotten a very large Starbucks drink on my way in and by the end of my shift I was pretty desperate. 
    I walked into my house and my husband had been waiting for me. As soon as I closed the door, he had me backed up against it. 
    He started kissing me and I really couldn't resist, but he must have sensed my desperation, because next thing I knew I really was pinned up against the door. 
    He started pushing on my very swollen bladder and I groaned. 
    I had worn a tshirt and skinny jeans to work so honestly it was a great outfit, but I was trying to be a good girl and not have an accident. 
    Well that hope was short lived, as I felt the warmth spread down my jeans. 
    I sighed in relief, letting go since it was already too late anyway. 
    I stood there as pee continued to flow down my legs. I looked down just admiring the nice wet stain against my crotch and down my leg and the puddle that formed on the floor. 
    My husband stepped back and looked me over, a smug ass smile on his face, "What happened, dear?" he asked me with mock concern. 
    I looked up and sheepishly said, "I had an accident..."
    "You know what that means." 
    I was carried back to bed, and taught my lesson. Then to continue my punishment I was forced to wear diapers the rest of the day. 
    Even now, I lie in bed, a very soggy diaper keeping me warm because if I'm going to have to wear them I might as well use them. 😏
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    AnotherGuy reacted to Tellnoone in Rewetting great omo jeans in rain   
    At the end of the walk I even fooled myself. I couldn't really feel anymore that I had wet myself, I just felt rain-soaked even if I knew very well it was mostly pee.

    Back home I realised there weren't many dry spots even above my raincoat. These jeans are just amazing!


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    AnotherGuy reacted to Tellnoone in Rewetting great omo jeans in rain   
    Today was a rainy grey day. Not a good day for taking a nice long walk. Or maybe it actually was the perfect day for that? Why not take the opportunity to wear one of those favourite omo jeans that are not black, and a rain coat going down to just above my knees, and play a new little game.

     I decided to go out on an empty but rapidly filling post breakfast bladder, after having chugged a lot of water. Then I put a timer every 10 minutes. Every time the alarm went off I would have to stop right there and fully relax my bladder while picking up my phone to set next alarm.

    I was surprised to feel a slight need to pee already as I left. First alarm got off on the main street in my village. I relaxed and let out a spurt, but nothing that really showed. Good, because I met two dog walkers soon after.

    10.minutes later I was just next to a big parking lot when the alarm went off. Could have chosen a better place. But I did as planned. Much more came out than I had thought. I felt the heat spreading down below my knees, looked down and saw some big dark patches appear on the front of my calves. The long underwear I had under my jeans made the pee soak through the jeans in an unusual pattern though.
     

    As I kept walking on the bridge across the highway I felt great and my jeans looked fantastic, but I still wondered if this was really such a good idea... But I'd soon be in the woods and hopefully not meet much people in there.

    Wetting 3 happened on a gravel road. Now my kidneys were working fast. A big splash of pee soaked my jeans and started to run into my shoes. But it didn't rain much,  there were still too many dry parts on my pants and right now it was pretty obvious what had happened here.
    I told myself to just act like nothing if someone came. No big deal. 

    There wasn't a single soul out in the woods. I would soon be among houses again on streets heading back to the village. Alarm 4 went off. Another long amazing pee stream. Now I was so soaked in the front, my wetting was almost fully camoflauged. The back was a bit worse though...
     


    I passed by one guy in this state but he was busy working with something on the side of the road.
    After one wetting in the street I took another turn into the woods. I still had a lot of pee in my bladder (drank more water along the way)and next wetting created big lakes in my shoes. I took another photo from behind and realised I was now soaked all way around. I had peed away all traces of my wetting and could walk home in full confidence nobody would have a clue, so I prolonged the walk to have the chance to wet a couple of more times.

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    AnotherGuy reacted to BriefsBeSoaked in My girlfriend had an accident on my lap   
    It's been long since I told her about my fetish, she is cool with it but doesn't really enjoy much herself, though we did agreed on some boundaries, one of those were to not wet our bed, I agreed, even though I like how it feels, it's plenty of cleanup afterwards and might leave the smell on our bedroom.
    Before I begin telling the whole story, mind you she can hold a lot and for a long period of time, sometimes I've noticed her going to the bathroom only once after a whole afternoon of drinks. But, and this 'but' gets me really excited, she just can't hold it after even the smallest of leaks, a little drop release is enough for her to totally lose it.
    So, yesterday, we were at our office the whole afternoon and early night, it's our small business and the bathroom in our office is still under construction (it's just us for now, so we don't really mind it), we drank about 4 or 5 mugs each, coffee and tea, and when we were done working, she suggested us to do those 'try not to laugh' challenges just to cheer up before going home. It was fun I think laughing made her throat sore, so she drank like two or three cups of water after that.
    We headed home, it was already late and we were tired, so not much after we arrived, we went to bed, I didn't notice if she went to the bathroom or not, she had a headache so I was busy making some soup for her (which might add to the liquids I think). We did everything as usual, she lies on top of me and I massage her hair and tell her stories to put her to sleep, she says my voice is calming and it always works.
    I take a bit longer to fall asleep, so I just lie there and read some ebook on my phone until I fall asleep. But this day, things were a bit different, after maybe an hour or so that she fell asleep, she was still on top of me sleeping, food for imagination, we are both white, I was wearing only my black shirt and grey boxers and she was wearing a red thong and a navy blue shirt that she stole from me, I have some muscles but I still think I'm quite thin, she is an hourglass, thin hips and baby got back.
    Back to the story, I noticed she was giggling a little in her sleep, I thought it was funny, then she squirmed a little and pressed herself of me, which was enough to make my little guy look up to the skies, then I felt us getting warm in there but hadn't yet noticed it was wet, she woke up with her heart racing and just whispered "I'm peeing", I lost myself in those words, I felt my mouth getting dry as my crotch was getting wet, she grabbed my arms very strongly and looked at me in fear.
    I think it was the cutest and hottest moment I've ever experienced in my entire life. I could hear her pee hissing on her red thong which was already soaking wet, it rushing down on my crotch and soaking my boxers, I could feel the puddle forming on my back, spreading all over, from my legs to my shoulders (it was a lot of pee), and also making a puddle on my belly and soaking the front of my shirt, it felt like eternity, if heaven is that, you could kill me right now.
    For now, I can only imagine what the backvuew of this would be, her big bubble butt wearing that sexy red thong and peeing all over me, it makes me crazy.
    She wasn't very proud of it, but she loved my reaction to it, we ended up having it right there, I usually last between 5 to 10 minutes  but this day I don't think I even got to 1, haha, she was very surprised and teases me about this to this day, as she's the one who usually doesn't last for long.
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    AnotherGuy reacted to crashdriver in What do you like to see in omo videos?   
    Above all else I love being able to see the woman's face and her expressions in the video. My personal favorites are lip biting, wide-eyed shock at loosing control, and the smile of a woman who just deliberately peed her pants. Wet butts in light to medium colored denim (anything that doesn't hide the wetness) are way up there on my list.
    And I really enjoy it when the woman makes all kinds of cute little noises (whimpers, whines, gasps, and groans) throughout the video. I find them so much sexier, and more authentic, than moaning.
     
     
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    AnotherGuy got a reaction from crashdriver in What do you like to see in omo videos?   
    Another thing is I much prefer if a woman shows here face in videos, so we can see her expressions of desperation and eventual relief. Of course I totally understand why many people wouldn't feel comfortable showing themselves though.
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    AnotherGuy got a reaction from nappypants in For those who have watched the series "Friends", have you noticed that they talk a lot about pee? In several episodes they talk about desperation, bed wetting and so on...   
    There was also an episode in which Joey has an audition for a part where he has to act really anxious and he finds that the only way he can do that is if he makes himself desperate to pee. It works, he gets the part and then it's implied that he wets himself afterwards, but nothing is shown.
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    AnotherGuy got a reaction from grsy97 in For those who have watched the series "Friends", have you noticed that they talk a lot about pee? In several episodes they talk about desperation, bed wetting and so on...   
    There was also an episode in which Joey has an audition for a part where he has to act really anxious and he finds that the only way he can do that is if he makes himself desperate to pee. It works, he gets the part and then it's implied that he wets himself afterwards, but nothing is shown.
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    AnotherGuy reacted to WhyAmIOnHere in The Holding Challenge   
    Katie presses her face against the couch and sighs. It’s the holidays! The university’s on break! She should be doing things! But no, the sky had decided to dump a foot of snow on them, and the roads are closed. Unfair. She’s BORED. YARGH. “Katie?” a brown haired head poppes through the doorway. “you ok?” Katie sighs. “Yeah, Trevor, I’m ok. Just bored.” Trevor plops down on the couch next to her. “Well, My girlfriend can’t be BORED! We have to DO something. THIS IS TERRIB-'' Katie waps him with a pillow. “Oh, shut up, you.” he grins. “What, I'm serious, I’m bored to- oh no, I know that look. You have an idea, don’t you?” Katie sits up. “Yes. so, since we’re both into omo, how about a-” Trevor cuts in. “a pee holding competition?” He sits up excitedly. Katie laughs. “Great minds think alike! You in?” Trevor makes a ‘duh’ face. “Heck yeah! Let’s use the wheel from last time.” Katie pulls her phone out of her pocket and opens the spinner app. “I’ll set this down, you go use the bathroom. We both have to so it’ll be even.” Trevor walks toward the bathroom. Katie watches him go, admiring the way his back curves, his shoulders, his perfect hair. All of which becomes even hotter when he’s desperate. She can’t wait to start. 

     
    “Ok, here’s your water,” Katie says, handing him a bottle and taking one for herself. “Let's get started- actually, take another one. Let’s make this really difficult.” Trevor grabs another and chugs them both down. Katie finishes hers more slowly, then they head into the living room. “Ok, now we wait 30 minutes, then we can watch a horror movie.” They head to the living room.
    30 Minutes later
    Katie is starting to feel the effects of the water, but not that strongly. She can make it a few more hours. Trevor is in the same boat. “Ok, time to start the horror movie! A long one… oh! The Exorcist!” Trevor grimaces. “What?” Katie teases “too scary?” She presses play on the remote. Trevor replies, “no… ok, yes. But it’ll make the challenge more interesting, so I’ll be ok.”



     
    A good way into the movie, Trevor and Katie are both a little more desperate. Katie is curled up next to her boyfriend, one leg under her crotch to relieve some pressure. Trevor would like to be doing that too, but he wants to prove that he’s tough after admitting to being scared of the movie. Suddenly, there is a jumpscare. Katie yelps and huddles closer to her boyfriend. The scare makes Trevor leak into his underwear, but he tenses his muscles and quickly gets it under control. 
    “Let’s drink some more,” Katie says with a grin. Trevor makes a face. “What, losing control already?” She hands him a bottle. “No…” Trevor replies, and chugs the water to prove his point. 
    Later
    The credits are rolling, and the couple are both squirming. Katie gets up to grab her phone, but she trips and lands hard on the arm of the couch, right on her bladder. She squeaks and a spurt leaks into her underwear. Trevor, sitting with his legs crossed on the couch, laughs a little, knowing she leaked. “Oh yeah?” Katie crosses over to the couch with her phone in her hand. “Well, then it’s only fair that I do-- this!” She pushes down hard on his bladder. Trevor makes an “aah” noise and feels several small spurts escape. His underwear is soaked. Katie giggles as he regains control. “Ok, now we’re even,” he says. “You can go first, though.” Katie grabs the wheel and hits the spin button. Both are watching it eagerly, Katie hoping it won’t be too bad, Trevor wishing that it would because he’s not sure how much longer he can hold on. It lands on ‘have someone push your bladder 10 times.’ Katie groans and turns to face Trevor. He gets up carefully, making sure not to leak, and pushes hard on her bladder. “One.” Katie clenches her bladder muscles. He pushes again. “Two.” She clenches even harder as a wave of desperation hits her and a few spurts escape, there is now a small wet spot on her denim shorts. Eight pushes later, she doubles over and holds her crotch tightly, crossing her legs. “You ok?” Trevor asks. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Katie replies through clenched teeth. “Your turn.” Trevor spins the wheel. After an agonizing 10 seconds, it lands on ‘drink another water.’ “aaaargh,” Trevor groans as he gets another bottle from the kitchen. He drinks this one much slower than the first, but manages to finish it. A few seconds later he also doubles over, grabbing his crotch tightly as the water kicks in. “y-your turn.” Katie spins the wheel as Trevor straightens up, although still holding his crotch tightly. It lands on ‘do 5 push-ups.’ Katie reluctantly gets down on the ground, and does her first push up. She almost lets a spurt out but manages to keep under control. On the second one, a small leak dampens her underwear, but the spot on her shorts doesn’t get any bigger. Katie tightens her muscles and prepares for the third one. However, she involuntarily lets out a second long spurt, and has to stop to hold her crotch. Trevor makes an attempt at sabotage. “How about you give up, Katie, just let it all out… imagine how good that would feel..” Katie blushes. “T-that’s cheating! I can do 10 push-ups! Just watch.” And sure enough, she does. On the last one, though, she gasps as she leaks, a long spurt soaking her underwear and a little on her shorts. She manages to get up, but holds tightly to her crotch and crosses her legs. “Ok, I’m under control. You go.” Trevor spins. It lands on ‘have someone push your bladder 10 times.’ “Urrg. Ok, let’s go. I’m ready,” He says, straightening up, clenching his legs together, and holding his crotch. Katie giggles and starts pushing. On the fourth or fifth push, Trevor lets out two long squirts. He clenches his muscles and grits his teeth, but they escape anyway. Katie can now see a little wet spot on his jeans and feels a little turned on. “Too much for you?” She asks. “N-no! Keep going. I’m under control.” She pushes again and sees him grab his crotch tighter, but no leaks this time. None that she can see, anyway. On the tenth push Trevor bends over and crosses his legs, another long spurt squeezing through the barrier of his hands. The wet spot has gotten bigger. He clenches harder and gets himself under control. Katie looks at him, holding herself as well. “I don’t think either of us can do another round. Time for the final challenge!”

     
    Trevor and Katie are facing each other on the rug, bladders bulging, legs spread apart, arms by their sides. They both have towels underneath them. Trevor is trembling, trying to hold it all in. Katie looks a little better but ready to let go herself. Suddenly, Katie sees Trevor yelp and squeeze his legs together a little. A big spurt escapes him and the wet patch on his pants gets bigger. Seeing him makes Katie lose control herself. A huge wet spot appears on her shorts, and some pee runs down her legs. She doesn’t think she’ll make it, But suddenly she sees Trevor gasp. He crosses his legs and holds his crotch, but to no avail. Pee starts squeezing out, then it turns into a heavy stream. He tries everything to stop it, but his bladder muscles can’t take it anymore. It runs down his jeans, spurts out between his fingers, and forms a puddle on the floor. He can’t help but sigh with relief. Katie is mesmerized, watching him, but suddenly is aware of the warm wetness pooling at her feet. She lets it go, loving the sound it makes as it streams out. When they are both finished peeing, Katie goes over to Trevor. “Impressive effort, but I think I won.” She notices him staring at her. “What?” Trevor blushes “Nothing, You just look really hot.” She blushes too and grins, running her hand over his wet pants. “Let’s finish this in the bedroom……”



     
    The End! Hope you like it, it’s my first omo fic. I take requests, and I might do a choose your own some day. Thanks for reading! 
     
    (also, tell me if there's anything weird that I should fix or something)



     
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    AnotherGuy reacted to V.A.I. in How Long Will Shyness Make A Girl Hold It   
    Hi everyone! I recently managed to pick writing back up as a cure to my boredom; not really thinking about what I write but instead focusing on just putting a few words down and seeing where it takes me. This time, it was another one of our beloved main character Ocean's adventures (shameless plug to check out my profile for more Ocean and others haha). Even though I feel like fiction has somewhat been losing its popularity to visual artwork lately, I hope some of you will still find this entertaining. Enjoy!
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     Hi. My name's Ocean.
     It's been a little more than two years since I graduated college. Although my college years were relatively uneventful compared to my peers, I did still have my fair share of fun times. One of me and my friend group's favourite after-school activities was to simply grab a few beers, park my car to somewhere quiet and drink away the stress of the whole day. Usually it would be just me and one or two other guy friends, but one day, we had someone new.
     She was a girl named Marla, whom we had met on a mutual class we were taking. She was average height and weight, with medium length curly brown hair and matching brown eyes. We had only talked a few times—she could barely be considered a friend, but we certainly didn't mind additional company, so none of us objected when she offered to join in one evening.
     After our last class, me and one other friend named Chase, picked Marla up and drove to a liquor store close to our drinking spot, making small talk with her on the way. She didn't seem like much of a conversation starter on her own, but she joined in on me an Chase's conversations quite often and it turned out she was quite fun to hang out with.
     We reached our destination with more chatting on the way, and started drinking. We had more than a dozen beers to share between the four of us, conveniently kept cool by my trusty insulated cooler box I always carried in the trunk of my car.
     With that, one beer became two, and then three, as time passed while we got drunk and had all sort of fun chats. Marla still wasn't fully warmed up to us, but with the help from the alcohol, it didn't take too long for the three of us to talk like we were best buddies.
     About an hour in, I had to pee, so I did what me an my friends usually did when we had to pee.
     "Hey guys, I gotta pee real quick. I'll be right there."
     I gestured towards the bushes about fifty meters from where we were. I was never one to be shy about my need to pee, and could pee just about anywhere with minimal privacy—and neither was Chase.
     "Alright bro, take care. I gotta go too; I'll go when you come back," Chase replied as I made my way towards the bushes.
     On my way there, I thought of something that probably should have crossed my mind before we even came here. Whenever me and the boys came here to drink and had to pee (which was often due to our preferred drink of choice being beer), we would just go behind a bush and get it done; but we'd never had a girl with us here before; what would Marla do if she had to go? We were at a relatively secluded area; the nearest bathroom was well outside walking distance. Would she ever use the bushes? It was still early and it wasn't all dark, what if someone walked in on her? It was different for a girl to just pop a squat after all, right?
     I went back to the car to see Marla and Chase start with their third beers, while I thought for another solution to what was inevitably to happen to Marla; an urge to pee.
     "Hoo boy, I better go empty out too..." Chase paused his conversation with Marla and made his way to the bushes. "...beer goes riiiight through me, I swear it doesn't even stop at my tummy."
     At this point, we were all slowly starting to get drunk. In the next thirty minutes, the three of us had finished our third beers and also learned a lot about Marla through our conversations. Though as we drank, I was starting to notice me and Chase were getting more chatty and relaxed as we usually did, but Marla was only getting more and more silent. Her contibutions  were a few words at best, and sometimes only in the form of a forced smile. She had also started to stand with her legs crossed, leaning against the car.
     Chase was either too drunk or too uninterested to notice anything, but me being me, I was almost certain Marla had to pee by now. I mean, all of us were drinking at roughly the same pace, and me and Chase already had to go pee once—I was even starting to need to go again. Rather remarkably, Marla looked relatively composed thus far.
     That didn't last too long though. Not long after, Marla stopped standing and instead opted to pace back and forth while she continued to try and keep up the conversation. She had also put her jacket back on, as it was getting rather cold as the evening progressed—can't imagine that was helping her either. I debated whether or not to say anything, but I couldn't just ask "Hey, are you bursting to pee?" to a girl I didn't know quite that well either.
     Marla continued pacing for a while, while all three of us finished our third beers.
     "Another one, guys?" I asked looking at the two.
     "Sure bro, why not," Chase replied, always ready for one more drink. "Gotta pee reeeal bad again though, be right back. Gonna give those trees a gooooood ol' waterin'."
     He once again went to visit the bushes.
     "Sorry about that," I apologized to Marla for my friend's directness. "I swear he's normally quite the gentleman."
     "No worries," Marla forced a smile as she stopped pacing and bobbed up and down a few times.
     "Are you alright, Marla?" I asked her. "Are you cold? It can be a bit breezy here at this time, maybe we shoulda warned you..."
     "No, I'm alright, thank you," she replied, but averted her gaze. "Nevermind that, let's down those last three beers, shall we?"
     I was very impressed at the fact that Marla herself offered to load yet another beer into her bladder while the first three continued to rapidly fill her up. Though it also could have been that she wanted us to finish drinking so we could go find her a proper bathroom to empty herself.
     As she handed me my fourth beer and grabbed her own, I saw her about to say something, then hesitate for a few seconds, before eventually deciding to do so anyway.
     "Hey Ocean, I know it's a stupid question since you guys have been using the bushes over there, but..." Marla once again averted her gaze. "Is there... Is there any chance there's a restroom around here?"
     Well, it was about time she asked. You could see the struggle she was putting up to stand still from her face as she waited for an answer, clinging to the hope that by some miracle my answer would be yes.
     "Oh... Umm... Not that I know of. All we're surrounded by here is a few apartments, a park, a few cars, trees and bushes. That's actually why we often come here to drink; it's peaceful, but not super deserted. A few people still pass by every now and then."
     Marla's face fell visibly. I continued.
     "Do you... do you have to go too? If it's bad, we could go fin—"
     "Oh no no, I'm quite alright, really," Marla lied, despite starting to look visibly desperate from the outside. "I wouldn't want to interrupt the fun. Come on, let's drink up."
     Marla cracked open her beer, as did I, and we both took a few sips.
     "I'm gonna go check on Chase, he should have been back by now," I told Marla after a few minutes, and made my way towards the bushes.
     "Okay."
     Halfway to there, I realized I had forgotten my phone in the car. When I turned my head to look back, I saw Marla openly grab her crotch with one hand and break into a pee dance all the while still drinking her beer, trying to get through it as fast as possible so we could call it a night and she would have no trouble asking us to drop her off at a bathroom. I decided not to go back to the car; it was clear Marla really needed some privacy to grab and pee dance her urge away.
     I found Chase a few meters away from the bushes talking to someone on the phone, so I took the chance to relieve myself while I had the chance. I was once again impressed by how the two guys in the group had to go twice already and Marla had not even relieved herself once. Me and Chase went back to the car; I made sure to say something to Chase loudly before we arrived, so Marla would hear us coming and not get caught pee dancing.
     She did make an effort to conceal it, but I think now Marla was past the point of being able to stand still; instead leaning against the car and wriggling her legs back and forth. She was also finished with her fourth can of beer much quicker than us two, all that liquid (amplified by the diuretic effect of alcohol) rapidly making its way down to fill her bladder at an exorbitant rate.
     "Hey Marla, sorry for the wait," Chase grabbed his fourth can of beer. "Now, where were we..."
     Marla did not answer. She was clearly in a very desperate state by now, her focus mostly shifted to keeping the contents of her bladder locked in. Her hands were dying to tightly grab her crotch and not let go, but now with us two watching, they could only go as close as her inner thighs, which were pressed tightly together with the disguise of heating them up.
     Me and Chase kept chatting while Marla could only spare enough concentration for a few smiles and nods, the rest of her focus directed solely on her urge. The pressure of having to stop herself from not only wetting herself, but also showing any indication that she was bursting had to be incredible, considering she wasn't even sitting down. Yet even still, Marla did not even make any open remarks whatsoever about her need; nevermind asking us to take her to a toilet. Instead, she repositioned herself to be sitting on the trunk of the car in a way that her butt was pressed against the top part of the bumper, where the trunk begins—a move she hoped would at least somewhat alleviate her immense urge to grab herself in front of the two boys.
     But the nature's call eventually got louder and louder, until she now had to cross and uncross her legs and wiggle her butt while pressing her private parts deeper into where she was sitting. Despite her best efforts to hide them, small groans and sighs increasingly frequently kept escaping her. Part of me—as always—was dying to see just how desperate she would have to be to either dash off to the bushes, or at least ask us to find her a restroom, but I was also worried she would be too shy to do so until it was too late. I decided to step in.
     "Is it just me or is anybody else getting a bit too tired and cold? " I asked looking mainly at Chase and pointing at the still more than half-full can in his hand. "Come on Chase, chug up the rest of it and let's go."
     Marla's eyes brightened at the mention of calling it a night, believing her discomfort to be nearing its end.
     "I... I'm going in the car to pack up my stuff then..." Marla cut in before Chase could reply, and without even waiting for us to respond, rushing in to the back seat. I saw her sit down, but couldn't see much else from the back window.
     "What's her rush?" Chase remarked, somehow seemingly oblivious to Marla's desperate struggle. Was she that good at hiding her desperation, or was I just better at picking up signs of it than the average person? Either way, I played dumb.
     "Not sure man, but we really should call it a night; we still gotta drive her and ourselves back home," I replied. "You good to drive?"
     "Yeah, no problem bro," Chase lifted up his still full can of beer and threw it in the bin next to the car. "I'm probably the least drunk of all of us."
     Chase took the driver seat, while I sat next to him at the front and Marla alone at the back. Though I did see Marla's absolutely frantic pee dance while walking past the back window; with her hands firmly grasped at her crotch, squirming erratically with her head down. She jolted up and stopped moving as she heard the door open, moving her hands to her sides to grab on the edge of the seat instead. Her head was still down, with an immense strain visible on her face.
     "You alright Marla?" I looked back to check on her as Chase started the car and drove off. "Do you feel sick or something?"
     "Nope, I'm great, no worries..."
     "Alright, just checking..."
     I was going to leave it at that to let her focus on her efforts, but after just a few seconds, I heard Marla's trembling voice from the back once again.
     "Umm... Chase..."
     "Yeah Marla, what's up?" Chase briefly glanced at her from the rear view mirror and thankfully for her, quickly put his eyes back on the road.
     "Is there any... uhh... Is there any chance we could stop by a gas station or something on the way..?"
     I turned my head once again to look at her. She was no longer able to maintain that composure she did a while ago; the once barely noticable squirming of her legs now had amplified to a sitting pee dance; not stopping for even a moment, lest her exhausted sphincter muscles would threaten to completely give in. The same Marla who frequently averted her gaze out of shame and discomfort back then was now looking directly into my eyes, perhaps silently pleading that I understand the gravity of her situation and somehow do something before the inevitable happened.
     "Whatsup Marla, you need somethin'? If you're feelin' dizzy, I got some water right here." Chase replied. "If you hydrate well, you'll feel better in the mornin' too, y'know."
     Chase grabbed the half-full bottle of water from the cup holder and waved it towards Marla. The sudden sloshing sound certainly did not help her, as I saw her body jolt up in the corner of my eye and her right and darting towards her crotch—but I couldn't have seen if she actually grabbed herself without directly looking back.
     "N-no, thank you, I just... I..."
     Noticing—and also getting surprised by—how her shyness was still getting in the way of admitting her need despite almost on the verge of wetting herself, I stepped in once again.
     "You know Chase, let's go find a gas station, I gotta pee real bad."
     "C'mon man, we're almost at your place, can't you hold it for a bit more?" Chase protested. I looked back at Marla on the rear view mirror, and our eyes met once again. She must have figured out that I was trying to cover for her, and that I was asking Marla what Chase supposedly asked me—whether she could wait until we got to her house.
     I didn't need a yes or no. Even though she still stayed silent, one glance at her made me realize she was on the verge of exploding. Keeping up an appearance was no longer the first priority; as no matter how embarrassing her frantic pee dance and tight crotch grabbing was, we both knew releasing two whole liters of beer worth of pee on the back of a new friend's car in front of two boys was much more embarrassing. And if she didn't want that to happen, she had to use every ounce of her strength available.
     "I'm gonna pee myself if you don't find a gas station in the next ten minutes." I told Chase and did a fake pee dance in my seat. "And we could grab a few snacks too, what do you say?"
     "Alright, alright..." Chase sighed. "But you're payin' for the snacks."
     "Fine... If you can find one in ten minutes, I will."
     "Hah, you're on," Chase replied, all amped up and completely oblivious to the real reason I was rushing him.
     With that, Chase took a right turn away from the main road to the nearest gas station, while poor Marla kept up her fierce battle against the pressing call of nature.
     It seemed bad.
     Marla was moving around so frantically that you could feel the car shake when we stopped at red lights. Her shaky breathing and groans could be heard even among the noise of the car engines if you were listening for them. I was beginning to doubt she could wait another ten minutes, and by her panicked expression, I assumed so was she. Would she really not say anything even if she was truly at the end of her tether? Would her embarrassment over admitting her need (which both me and Chase would agree would be more than natural to have after all that beer) really overcome her extreme urge to pee?
     Right as I was thinking that, Marla finally gave in.
    "Umm... Chase... You need to pull over somewhere..."
     Her voice was no less than absolutely frantic, almost to the point of begging.
     "You 'kay Marla?" Chase asked, now noticing Marla's predicament after another glance at the rear view mirror. "We're almost there if—"
     "Please... you HAVE TO pull over NOW..."
     "Woah... Alright, alright, just give me two minutes to—"
     "No... I can't... please..."
     Almost on the verge of tears now, Marla unbuttoned her jeans with one hand, while the other stayed firmly glued to her crotch, pressing as hard as she could on her peehole.
     "I think she's serious mate..." I warned Chase as poor Marla fought against the passing seconds.
     Chase slowed the car down. To both me and Chase's surprise, without a care, Marla yanked down her already unbuttoned jeans down to her knees without even waiting for the car to stop, revealing her white and pink polka dot panties. Both her hands were tucked into the waistline of her panties; shaking, getting ready to pull them down as soon as she could. The moment the car stopped, Marla opened the door with one hand and frantically yanked down her panties with the other while taking a half-squatting position just outside the car.
     Almost immediately, a thunderous splashing sound, not unlike the one from a garden hose plugged with a finger, echoed on the side of the road. I could have sworn the force from the torrent of pee Marla had been barely containing felt like it could put a dent on the road, while it splashed everywhere including Marla's exhausted bare legs, her jeans and panties, and some on the side of the car.
     I wasn't looking directly at her, and neither was Chase (he was looking at me, rather dumbfounded), but I could see pretty much everything from the right side mirror. My sense of time has never been very accurate, but I could have sworn that forceful stream gushing out of Marla must have at least lasted a minute before slowing down; eventually turning into a steady stream, and then a trickle, before it finally stopped after what felt like an eternity, leaving an exhausted Marla gasping and sighing in immense relief, and me and Chase in awe.
     Neither of us knew what to say as Marla took a deep breath of relief, then pulled her underwear and pants back up and got back in the car.
     "Guys... I'm really sorry, I..." Marla mumbled, her face bright red from exhaution and embarrasment.
     "Hey, don't worry 'bout it Marla. Stuff happens... right Ocean?" Chase replied, hinting at me to help him comfort her.
     "Yeah, I mean... It's a normal bodily function after all, right?" I continued with a smile, trying to lighten the mood to the best of my abilities. "Could have happened to any of us."
     "I... I thought I would be fine until I got home at least, but..." Marla seemed to have relaxed a little. I continued.
     "No worries; if anything, it's our fault for not thinking it through and finding a place with a restroom nearby..."
     "Yeah, sorry 'bout that..." Chase added.
     We kept driving in silence, arriving in front of Marla's house.
     "Ocean, Chase; thank you guys for... umm..." Marla's face blushed once again. "...for being cool about it..."
     She gave us a final wave and headed towards her front door.
     "Hey Marla," I called after her and put on a smile. She turned around.
     "Same time next week..?"
     Marla smiled back.
     "Sure, but..."
    "No worries," Chase answered and looked at me. I continued his sentence.
     "We'll make sure there's a restroom nearby this time."
     Marla smiled once again and nodded. We waited for her to enter her house and drove ourselves home, dreaming of a good night's sleep after such an eventful day.
    The End
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    AnotherGuy reacted to Maximum22 in Women pissed pants on train (German News Story)   
    I read through some news about it. 
    First. I think the girl in the video is the girl who wet herself. Because the video is tagged as "privat video". Maybe she filmed to prove later that every toilet was closed. 
    About her ride: I read she was on the bus for 45 minutes and then on the train station there was no toilet. So she thought she could go on the train. Then she found out no toilet was open and searched for help but no staff was there. 
    She had booked a train from Frankfurt to Berlin she had to catch and had to get THIS train because she booked a fixed train. It is more expensive when you book that you can choose the train. So getting out of her train meant she would not get on the already booked train. Her train was a regional train so it stops about every 10 minutes. The train she wanted to catch was probably a ICE (intercity express) which stops only every hour in big cities.
    Then it got urgent and maybe she thought about trying to her next stop where she had to get out anyway. She peed her pants near Gießen. Maybe she had to get off in Gießen and take another train to Frankfurt were she wanted to get to the ICE to Berlin. So maybe she thought she can hold until Gießen or she thought she holds it and when it gets to urgent she gets out. But in a news they said the train had to wait a bit before Gießen until the train station was clear for the train. Maybe she overestimated her bladder or the 10-15 minutes of time delay was too much for her. And then she searched a corner and could not hold in anymore. She then said she had to get off in Frankfurt where she changed. So she drove about an hour until she changed clothes. Or it is a mistake in the news and she did not pee herself before Gießen but before Frankfurt and in Gießen she just recognized her bladder is full. 
    In the end, yes I would have loved to see it or would love to hear more from her how it happened and see a picture of her wet pants. Hearing about a real accident is hot.
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    AnotherGuy reacted to TVGuy in Topless Wetting With Acantha - Photos   
    Prepare yourself for a tantalizing journey with our newest model, Acantha. In this photo set, you will witness Acantha’s bold and fearless poses as she pees her pants and strips for our camera.
    Starting with jeans and a vibrant pink top, Acantha soon removes her shirt then proceeds to intentionally pee in her jeans, leaving a visible wet patch on her pants. After witnessing the stunning sight of Acantha in nothing but her soaked jeans she takes them off revealing her dripping wet panties.
    For the remainder of the images in this gallery, Acantha shows off in nothing but her skimpy wet panties.  This photo set is a testament to Acantha’s bravery and unapologetic sexuality, and will leave you wanting more.




    You can see an uncensored version of these images here.
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    AnotherGuy reacted to Ashlovesomo in Rest stops, gas stations, etc. Let's hear stories about accidents   
    Had a time when I was on a road trip with my parents to a holiday park and we had just stopped at a service station. I didn't need to go at the time so I didn't use the toilets. They said we couldn't stop as we were racing the clock and had already stopped enough as it is. I thought it would be fine.
    I started getting quite desperate and wasn't doing too great on the backseat. Heel pressing against my pee hole, my hips wriggling from side to side. It got to a point where I couldn't even move my hand from my crotch without pissing my pants. 
    I asked if we could pull over as I was about to wet myself, but my parents said that we were only 10 mins away and that I needed to wait. I kept demanding but they weren't budging. I was so desperate at this point that wee kept rolling into my knickers every few seconds. It was really bad. A wet spot formed on my blue denim jeans the size of a golf ball, I was slowly wetting myself in the car!
    Eventually we got to our destination and I rushed out of the car and up to our caravan that we were staying in. I was jogging on the spot infront of the door, my hands shoved in between my crotch as I waited for the door to be unlocked. Once it was unlocked, I ran in, finding the bathroom frantically.
    I swung open the door left it open, scrambling for my jeans. I was whining and crying at this point, realising I was wetting myself. I managed to get my jeans down and was pissing before I could even sit on the loo. My god was it awful. So painful but relieving 😅
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    AnotherGuy got a reaction from jean in Wet or Not?   
    I personally think it's just the colour of the jeans, doesn't like quite like a wetting to me.
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    AnotherGuy got a reaction from Emilylovesmusic in Wet or Not?   
    I personally think it's just the colour of the jeans, doesn't like quite like a wetting to me.
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    AnotherGuy 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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    AnotherGuy reacted to Jackson4421 in Sighting And Question: Why do some people completely empty their bladder when they are drunk?   
    I have had a number of incidences where a moderate amount of alcohol has caused a devastating situation. The worst was taking a train home from a concert. It was 3 stops but the urge hit me on the platform before the train got there. To add it was winter. I looked around but didn't see anywhere I could run off to. So we got on the train and after a few minutes I was doing kegals to stop the flow each one losing a little strength until my body convulsed and I sat there and flooded my jeans, I tried as hard as I could to stop but I absolutely couldn't help it.. after pooling in my lap and seat it flooded the train car that was packed with people. Walking home from there was so embarrasing 
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    AnotherGuy reacted to BarneyOMO in A Pair of Wet Jeans   
    A PAIR OF WET JEANS
     
    (1) Ample Opportunity 
     
    “Why don’t you just piss yourself then?” Kyle said nonchalantly.
     
    “Excuse me?” Megan stopped her in her tracks, not being entirely sure if she’d heard him right. 
     
    “Well …” He contemplated his words. “You’ve been looking for a spot for ages. We could’ve made it back to my place by now … like I suggested.” He shrugged his shoulders. “You might as well just pee your pants, you look like you’re about to.”

    “I’m not going to pee my pants.” She snapped back in a flustered manner, trying to regain some composure.
     
    Megan’s heart pounded inside her chest as her feet tapped aggressively on floor below. Begrudgingly, his point was valid, and she had promised she would find somewhere in the park. Realistically, as locations go for desperate encounters, she couldn’t have picked a better place. There were a plethora of secluded spaces within the confines of the park, even more so at night. Darkness filled the immediate surroundings, and pathways were only lit by single orange filament bulbs. Urinating spots were almost infinite, behind bushes, trees, bins, even benches; and the chances and being seen or caught were virtually null.
     
    The overarching problem was that she didn’t do nature pees, she had always been too pee shy to get her stream going; in fact, she didn’t do one-night stands or agree to leave clubs with boys either, but here she was - there was a first time for everything. What made the situation worse and more embarrassing, was how she hadn’t been forced into this predicament, maybe a little by her own desperation, but not literally, like being held captive. It was a choice she was making, a choice fuelled highly by her own intoxication. How many cocktails had she drank this evening, was it seven, eight, nine? Truthfully, she couldn’t remember. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she took her gaze away from Kyle and down to the hem of her tight, skinny-blue jeans. 
     
    Panicking a little, she crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together, before letting out an audible groan and jamming both her hands between her legs. She could feel her fingers digging hard into her crotch. Kyle had been right in his observations, she was absolutely bursting, and definitely ready to go. Her actions certainly didn’t correlate with her previous answer. But how was she supposed to tell him? She really didn’t want to drop her jeans and squat, she already knew what the outcome would be. Increasing the pace to her tip-toeing, there was a frenetic pace to her thoughts as she tried to conjure a solution, further exacerbated by the post-club high pitched ringing in her ears. Every contemplation just bounced around her head and rattled her eardrums, it was impossible to think straight.  
     
    The evening had started out so well, and the idea that five hours later she would be desperately holding on in the University memorial park seemed farfetched, even impossible. This wasn’t like her at all, it was completely out of character. She remembered how her friends had nudged her in his direction on the dance floor, effectively pushing her into him, so their bodies could intertwine together. She was the one who spoke first, introducing herself, not that his name mattered, he was more interested in making-out. Not that she refused either, she wanted too as well. That all seemed irrelevant now. What she did know, is that all that liquid, after hours of drinking and dancing, being illuminated under the lights, now sloshed around forcefully in her bladder.
     
    “You okay?” He asked, breaking the silence. 
     
    “Erm—” She was far from okay. She couldn’t move her legs anymore. 
     
    This was the sole reason she wasn’t overly outgoing and confident, she liked understanding situations, not being thrown into he unknown. Where were her friends for a girls trip to the bathroom when she needed them. If she’d had it her own way, she would have gone before leaving the club, but the fact was she hadn’t, and she had been completely on the edge ever since - if not, tipping over. 
     
    “—just go behind that bush.” He insisted, his eyes flicking towards a bush, opaque in nature. 
     
    But she didn’t, she disobeyed his commands. Spurred on by her instincts, and some horniness, not wanting to deter the mood, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in. Before she even had time to react, their lips were fighting, and she felt his cold hands slide under her top, gently grabbing on her skin and over the material of her bra. Breaking her lips away for a short second, she let out a moan of pleasure. She had worked too hard during her exam period not to enjoy a little fun, that was her thought process anyway. She had wanted him all night, seen him from across the dance floor, why should she stop now because of a little discomfort.
     
    With the alcohol doing all the thinking in her brain and their lips locked together again, she could feel her legs starting to shake, like a nervous girl who had been caught short in a long queue for the bathroom. It didn’t help that she was unable to push her thighs together as Kyle’s hands squeezed tightly on her perky bum. Her mind had seemingly disregarded the need to the use the bathroom, a respite of some sort, but the deftest of leaks brought her spiralling back down to earth. The wee had escaped her quivering pussy, dribbling in short bursts, immediately being saturated by her laced thong. But with no way of stemming the oncoming flow, the scolding warmth grew, and this time it wasn’t just dribbles. A hot spurt fired out, breaching her underwear, the wetness sticking to her skin. The very normal reaction in this situation would be to stop fondling and find somewhere to holt disaster; but the feeling of warmth seemed to engulf her mind, made her want him even more, made her wish he was naked on the grass, ready to fuck. 
     
    She knew there was no going back now, no chance to gracefully escape the moment and take Kyle’s advice, to relieve herself behind a bush. What could she do, she had inadvertently agreed to this; and now she was absolutely brimming, holding back a torrent for the last hour. It was happening whether she liked it or not. She let out a deep breath, a pained expression forming across her face, not that it could be seen. With her eyes closed, and her lips still working relentlessly against his, she tried to relax. Suddenly, everything fell still and her mind fell silent, Kyle had broken his lips away.
     
    “Lets … Lets go to mine.” He whispered, stumbling over his words. “I really want to get you out of these jeans.” 
     
    “Yeah?” She replied softly and quickly, almost a whimper. Her eyes painted a picture, one that couldn’t be seen yet. 
     
    “Yeah!” He sighed. “I want you.”
     
    His words seemed to reverberate around her head as she caught herself staring at the bulge tenting in his jeans. She felt the same way, she wanted him, she needed him. She had wanted this ever since their first kiss on the dance floor. Truthfully, her pussy had been wet for the past hour; slick, ready for his cock. Why hadn’t they fucked sooner?
     
    There was only one problem. Her pussy was getting wet in another way. She was completely pissing her pants. 
     
    “Kyle … umm … I’m …” Unable to speak, her mouth was wide open in shock, as she felt warm piss explore the confines of her underwear, jeans and thighs. The scolding liquid was running everywhere. The pounding inside her chest had slowed, but it had been replaced by the hairs on her skin standing up erect in shame and embarrassment. It was as if she was in some sort of fever dream, a nightmare. Frozen in time, the singular word to describe her current emotional state would be unfamiliar, and more so than just the warm, ever-growing feeling between her legs. Everything about this evening had been totally unfamiliar.
     
    With piss now sprinting down her legs, saturating the denim material, she couldn’t help but notice it was a lot warmer than she’d expected, scolding in fact. She could feel the hot urine instantly pooling around her arse and crotch, before breaching the saturated material and spilling on to her inner thighs. Even the back of her thighs were welcomed with warm wee. Completely intoxicated, it had surprised her how little effort was needed to get the stream going, a brief push and the dam had burst its banks.
     
    “I’m …” There was now an audible hissing sound as rivulets were violently streaking down her jeans, spraying in all directions, like a firework on explosion. Moreover, there was a small dripping sound as piss hit the tarmac below. It had been less than ten seconds, but a puddle was already forming below - that’s how desperate she had been. 
     
    “OH Shit … I didn’t think you’d actually—” Kyle’s eyes were fixated. 
     
    “—I can’t stop it!” Her face flushed red as the pair locked eyes.
     
    There was only one thing on her mind. 
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    AnotherGuy reacted to sunshine-M- in My wet way home from carnival   
    Yesterday I was at a carnival parade with a group of other girls. After the parade, the party continued at a gym  where a famous local band played some carnival music. Next to the gym there was also a big party tent so there was place for a lot of people. Annika and me went to other party location together. As most of the people moved to the gym entrance at pretty much the same time after the parade, the security and people at the checkin were very busy. After about 5 minutes in the queue Annika told me she needs to pee. But it was clear we would have to wait for at least another 15 minutes. Shortly afterwards I realized she was quite squirmy and crossed her legs. She had at least 2 beer during the parade and it was clear she really had to go. She could not hide it anymore. Problem was, the queue was between the side of the gym and a fence. So if she left the queue to pee somewhere she would have to rejoin the queue at the back. And there was a small risk that the place would become too crowded and she would not get in at all. This also happened in the years before when people who came later where not allowed to come in. So she tried to hold on. She mentioned a few times that she really needs to pee and she really thought about leaving the queue, even when we were close to the entrance. In the end we really had to wait for 30 minutes. Finally we got in and she directly headed to the bathrooms and I followed her. To her disbelief there were about 15 girls in front of us, waiting inside the room with the sinks. And there are only 4 cubicles. She moaned and said something about her ending in wet pants if the other girls won't hurry up. After about two minutes of squirming in that queue she suddenly left the queue and headed to the men's restroom. After it was my turn to relieve myself I met her outside the restroom area and asked her what happened and if she is ok. She said yes, but said that she would have peed herself if she didn't go to the men's restroom.
    This whole scene and what she said made me horny somehow and I decided that I would wet my jeans when I am back home. 
    But first we partied with other friends. Annika, who lives close to my place got pretty drunk and left the party around mldnight with other friends to catch the last bus. Normally we would have walked home together, as we live in the same town. But as she was gone I changed my plan again and decided I would pee myself on the way home. I was wearing a blue jeans and my costume was a long sleeve cow girl shirt, jacket and a cow girl hat. So nothing special, because I don't like dressing up for carnival. 
    The party was planned to end a 2am so I knew that I shouldn't go to the toilet after midnight. I also had lots of drinks to fill up my bladder and to become brave enough for my walk home. I used the toilet a few times before midnight, but at the end of the party I really had to pee again and decided to now hold it as long as I can. I managed to hold it until the band stopped playing and then talked a bit with friends. But soon enough the security asked the last people to leave the gym and the tent. At this point my bladder was really full and I was bursting to pee. But I walked past the toilets on purpose. I said goodbye to the remainig group of friends and started my walk home. It normally is a 40 minutes walk. But with my full bladder I had to stop from time to time, cross my legs and use my hands to keep it in. I really tried to make it and then my plan was to pee myself somewhere close to my home. But about 2 kilometers from home I felt a first big spurt into my panties. The spot in my crotch was about 10cm and was already visible on my jeans. I continued to walk home. About 5 minutes from home I tried to stop the next wave and stopped walking again. But it was impossible to stop the flood. I realized I had to give in and felt the warm torrent of pee running down between my legs. It felt amazing. What a relief. I peed a huge torrent for about 15 seconds. When I was able to regain control, my crotch was soaked and between my legs I had a wet trail down to my ankles. Afterwards I continued my walk home.
    I hope you enjoyed my little experiment and also the story about Annika, which initially got the whole thing rolling.
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    AnotherGuy got a reaction from OldWetGuy in Let's make Omo-sexuality a thing! 😄   
    I'm not sure how a fetish can be a sexuality. Besides, sexualities themselves are not as clear-cut as you might think anyway.
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