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My partner and I had our first wetting together today. It was pretty fun! 

Took a deep breath while changing and sorta stood there for a few minutes staring into space. Came to a few minutes later standing in a puddle. Was wearing a white bralette with a pink rose on the right side, a pink skirt with white flowers patterned around the hem, and a pair of cyan panties with frilly white trim and a pink bow on the front.
Y'know, it's really soothing sharing these.

Happy Easter pervs

Happy Peeaster

Was replying to a topic here when I barely registered the fact my bladder was beginning to emptying itself. White panties with pink butterfly print, white bra with pink polka dots, and a cyan nightie; if you're curious about what I'm wearing.

Second covid shot done!

Second covid shot done!

Second covid shot done!

Was getting dressed for bed when I got distracted by my thoughts and started staring into space. Snapped out of it and went to actually put my nightie on when I realized I had wet my frilly strawberry-print panties while pondering tomorrow's plans.

Skip this if messing isn’t your thing, but… a while back, I woke up with an extreme need to poop, and decided to challenge myself again. This time, I decided to simply walk at a normal pace, and refuse to try to stand/walk in a way that helps me hold (instead of last time, where I did *everything* you could do to hold it.) I got really daring and decided to stand with my legs a bit apart and not quite squat but bend my knees ever so slightly… basically, trying to find the *worst* semi-natural walking position for holding but still clenching my muscles. (The times I’ve messed myself, it was usually shifting into the wrong position as I tried to walk or hold that finished me.) So, I headed out of my room, down the hall, and was almost there when a wave of pressure came and I had the biggest, noisiest, most relieving, warm, soft explosion in my pants ever, and it just kept on coming! I knew the clean-up would be miserable, but it was just such a wonderful feeling, and so exciting to struggle and try to hold it before.
As I went back to get a trash bag and paper towels I had to hold one hand beneath my mess to keep it from going down my legs. XD When I looked in the mirror, there was a visible bulge. It was like I had a third butt cheek. (Okay, that’s something of an exaggeration.)
But, it was great. Even if it’s not your fetish, or if you expect (rightfully) that the clean-up won’t be fun, everyone should experience that feeling. As for cleaning up, put something you don’t have to watch closely on youtube to pass the time, and wipe yourself up with lots of soapy paper towels. It’s not hard.

Skip this if messing isn’t your thing, but… a while back, I woke up with an extreme need to poop, and decided to challenge myself again. This time, I decided to simply walk at a normal pace, and refuse to try to stand/walk in a way that helps me hold (instead of last time, where I did *everything* you could do to hold it.) I got really daring and decided to stand with my legs a bit apart and not quite squat but bend my knees ever so slightly… basically, trying to find the *worst* semi-natural walking position for holding but still clenching my muscles. (The times I’ve messed myself, it was usually shifting into the wrong position as I tried to walk or hold that finished me.) So, I headed out of my room, down the hall, and was almost there when a wave of pressure came and I had the biggest, noisiest, most relieving, warm, soft explosion in my pants ever, and it just kept on coming! I knew the clean-up would be miserable, but it was just such a wonderful feeling, and so exciting to struggle and try to hold it before.
As I went back to get a trash bag and paper towels I had to hold one hand beneath my mess to keep it from going down my legs. XD When I looked in the mirror, there was a visible bulge. It was like I had a third butt cheek. (Okay, that’s something of an exaggeration.)
But, it was great. Even if it’s not your fetish, or if you expect (rightfully) that the clean-up won’t be fun, everyone should experience that feeling. As for cleaning up, put something you don’t have to watch closely on youtube to pass the time, and wipe yourself up with lots of soapy paper towels. It’s not hard.

Peed in my white pants 

I don't normally speak out, but all this talk about the royal family of the UK has made me feel the need to vent. I don't understand why anybody is surprised that the royal family is racist. They historically, and also currently, are the prime example of a superiority complex. The history of the British empire should be proof of this. The family feels they are above the "commoners" of the world, and the fact that the British empire, for a period of 300+ years essentially pillaged the world for its resources is more proof of their misguided and narcissistic mindset. They won't admit that the issue they have with megan is the simple fact that she is black. This royal family mind you, is the very same institution that brought slaves here to the U.S. they continue, even now to use the commonwealth (black and brown people in their words) for the front line troops of the British army. They still to this day don't effectively hide the fact that they don't value the lives of ethnic minorities. Guys girls and LGBTQ+ individuals, this institution of the royal family is more responsible for white supremacists, systematic racism, and countless other social issues than any other nation or family. They represent the backward hate we are fighting to defeat. Please, see the British royals for what they are, and keep in mind. Our lives and happiness are just as important as a white English person. I grew up seeing this flawed behavior in america that if someone is English, they automatically are more sophisticated and intelligent than all of us. My black fiancee's ancestors were enslaved by the British empire in Trinidad, and the royal family is concerned that Megan's baby is going to be too black!?!?!?! How can we condemn nazism, the KKK, and all these other hate groups and not the British royals? Please, for once, let cancel culture cancel something, or in this case, some ones who deserve to be held accountable for the hateful organization they are. 
Just my .02 cents 

So what's the best way to wake up? Totally soaked, partially soaked but still peeing, or dry but so desperate you're peeing your pajamas before you're even out of your room?

Has anybody else ever LOVEd peeing forever dreams?

Anime and an entire teapot of my favorite tea blend... you know the consequences, right?

Another impromptu hold, this one being poop. Anyway, I had one of those bad stomach days, and knew I’d better rush to the bathroom in a hurry. I scurried there, taking the path I took the last time I didn’t make it, and got in okay, and locked the door behind me so there’d be no awkward questions whatever the outcome. I stood in front of the toilet and leaned over a little as if to sit down, knowing that just walking into the bathroom has finished off many a holder as their bodies anticipated time to let go! It was such a struggle, it pushed and I squeezed tighter, and tried not to make too many “nnnngh!” noises that might’ve gotten someone to knock on the door. I hopped and wiggled and held my bottom with my hands, pushing back as hard as I could against each wave, going through cycles of holding my breath and then remembering to breathe again. I finally, FINALLY managed to hold on until the urge began to subside, after more than once being sure that this would definitely be when I’d fill my pants. It was a lot of fun, and I'm definitely doing that again.
It’s funny, the urge was greater than the times I didn’t make it, which were more “standing/sitting the right way helps you hold it in; you find out what the wrong way is when you move just so and it makes you crap yourself instantly.” (Naturally, I find that to be the best way to find out you've moved the wrong way, even if it's meant some mess and embarrassment.)

Another impromptu hold, this one being poop. Anyway, I had one of those bad stomach days, and knew I’d better rush to the bathroom in a hurry. I scurried there, taking the path I took the last time I didn’t make it, and got in okay, and locked the door behind me so there’d be no awkward questions whatever the outcome. I stood in front of the toilet and leaned over a little as if to sit down, knowing that just walking into the bathroom has finished off many a holder as their bodies anticipated time to let go! It was such a struggle, it pushed and I squeezed tighter, and tried not to make too many “nnnngh!” noises that might’ve gotten someone to knock on the door. I hopped and wiggled and held my bottom with my hands, pushing back as hard as I could against each wave, going through cycles of holding my breath and then remembering to breathe again. I finally, FINALLY managed to hold on until the urge began to subside, after more than once being sure that this would definitely be when I’d fill my pants. It was a lot of fun, and I'm definitely doing that again.
It’s funny, the urge was greater than the times I didn’t make it, which were more “standing/sitting the right way helps you hold it in; you find out what the wrong way is when you move just so and it makes you crap yourself instantly.” (Naturally, I find that to be the best way to find out you've moved the wrong way, even if it's meant some mess and embarrassment.)

Another impromptu hold, this one being poop. Anyway, I had one of those bad stomach days, and knew I’d better rush to the bathroom in a hurry. I scurried there, taking the path I took the last time I didn’t make it, and got in okay, and locked the door behind me so there’d be no awkward questions whatever the outcome. I stood in front of the toilet and leaned over a little as if to sit down, knowing that just walking into the bathroom has finished off many a holder as their bodies anticipated time to let go! It was such a struggle, it pushed and I squeezed tighter, and tried not to make too many “nnnngh!” noises that might’ve gotten someone to knock on the door. I hopped and wiggled and held my bottom with my hands, pushing back as hard as I could against each wave, going through cycles of holding my breath and then remembering to breathe again. I finally, FINALLY managed to hold on until the urge began to subside, after more than once being sure that this would definitely be when I’d fill my pants. It was a lot of fun, and I'm definitely doing that again.
It’s funny, the urge was greater than the times I didn’t make it, which were more “standing/sitting the right way helps you hold it in; you find out what the wrong way is when you move just so and it makes you crap yourself instantly.” (Naturally, I find that to be the best way to find out you've moved the wrong way, even if it's meant some mess and embarrassment.)

Another impromptu hold, this one being poop. Anyway, I had one of those bad stomach days, and knew I’d better rush to the bathroom in a hurry. I scurried there, taking the path I took the last time I didn’t make it, and got in okay, and locked the door behind me so there’d be no awkward questions whatever the outcome. I stood in front of the toilet and leaned over a little as if to sit down, knowing that just walking into the bathroom has finished off many a holder as their bodies anticipated time to let go! It was such a struggle, it pushed and I squeezed tighter, and tried not to make too many “nnnngh!” noises that might’ve gotten someone to knock on the door. I hopped and wiggled and held my bottom with my hands, pushing back as hard as I could against each wave, going through cycles of holding my breath and then remembering to breathe again. I finally, FINALLY managed to hold on until the urge began to subside, after more than once being sure that this would definitely be when I’d fill my pants. It was a lot of fun, and I'm definitely doing that again.
It’s funny, the urge was greater than the times I didn’t make it, which were more “standing/sitting the right way helps you hold it in; you find out what the wrong way is when you move just so and it makes you crap yourself instantly.” (Naturally, I find that to be the best way to find out you've moved the wrong way, even if it's meant some mess and embarrassment.)

Thinking of the incident I posted about last night, I decided to challenge myself. Sadly, it won't be as much fun to describe/read as most people's holds, because I didn't note the time, amount of liquid, or anything else. It was more like being on the way home from erranding and thinking "I have to go really, really badly; I should stop... no, wait, I'm going to see if I can get all the way home." If I couldn't,  I'd pull into the first parking lot or side street and wet there; at night nobody'd notice. Anyway, the result: I made it home! ...You'll notice I didn't say I made it inside. It was fun to have that dramatic finish of coming to the last block, having to carefully get into my driveway while in agony with no room for sudden moves, then oh-so-carefully get out of the car without the movement making me lose it, waddle toward the door, and end up peeing myself on the porch.

Thinking of the incident I posted about last night, I decided to challenge myself. Sadly, it won't be as much fun to describe/read as most people's holds, because I didn't note the time, amount of liquid, or anything else. It was more like being on the way home from erranding and thinking "I have to go really, really badly; I should stop... no, wait, I'm going to see if I can get all the way home." If I couldn't,  I'd pull into the first parking lot or side street and wet there; at night nobody'd notice. Anyway, the result: I made it home! ...You'll notice I didn't say I made it inside. It was fun to have that dramatic finish of coming to the last block, having to carefully get into my driveway while in agony with no room for sudden moves, then oh-so-carefully get out of the car without the movement making me lose it, waddle toward the door, and end up peeing myself on the porch.

Thinking of the incident I posted about last night, I decided to challenge myself. Sadly, it won't be as much fun to describe/read as most people's holds, because I didn't note the time, amount of liquid, or anything else. It was more like being on the way home from erranding and thinking "I have to go really, really badly; I should stop... no, wait, I'm going to see if I can get all the way home." If I couldn't,  I'd pull into the first parking lot or side street and wet there; at night nobody'd notice. Anyway, the result: I made it home! ...You'll notice I didn't say I made it inside. It was fun to have that dramatic finish of coming to the last block, having to carefully get into my driveway while in agony with no room for sudden moves, then oh-so-carefully get out of the car without the movement making me lose it, waddle toward the door, and end up peeing myself on the porch.

Serious status - I've seen several of you saying you're going to take laxatives, or drink a whole lot and hold it for a very long period of time, and even take drugs to see if that enhances the omorashi experience. And hey, so long as you aren't hurting anyone else or forcing these interests onto another person, I totally believe in your body, your choice. But we're all still human. Our bodies can only take so much abuse. Please don't do anything that harms your urinary, digestive, nervous, or other body systems. You could very well damage certain organs to the point of no return. Don't let a fetish permanently destroy you. Stay safe out there.

I just requested an art piece on my own thread. Maybe staying up till 4 in the morning isn't my thing.