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remos6

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  1. Absolutely preaching to the choir here, especially 3 & 4! I realised a few years ago that gentle teasing about bed wetting from a partner is a massive turn-on for me, maybe even the biggest. For those who enjoy Omo writing, @WaityKaty's story "I Think You Should Just Pee Your Pants" hits pretty much all of these points, primarily from a male perspective - hopefully it gets revisited and finished someday as it's more or less perfectly encapsulates this particular flavour of Omo.
  2. I wet my bed this morning for the first time in ages (at least 3-4 years). Sadly it was deliberate rather than accidental, but very enjoyable nonetheless. There's currently a bit of heatwave in the UK, and the sun kept the bed super warm during the nice long, slow release and then a short nap in my puddle (after "enjoying myself" ). Clean up is a real drag, and I'm always worried about leaks and that prevents enjoying the warmth for a longer time - my current sheet leaked a tiny bit today, plus then you have no bed to get back into. I think ideally I need to get a super cheap foam mattress for the spare bedroom and enjoy soaking that fully and leaving a few stains. I'm not a habitual bedwetter, but one accident at 18-19 and a few minor leaks since then mean that I can't claim to be fully dry... My Ex used to wet the bed from time to time, but honestly it was never that great. 9 times out of 10 it would be a workday when I needed to get up and get to work, or she would be hungover and not really in the mood sadly. Her mattress had some cute tell-tale stains though. I really wish I had someone who I could admit accidents to in confidence - the idea appeals to me very strongly. I think I'm in to a very mild form of embarrassment/humiliation play here, but delivered in a very positive way. There's an old post on the Wetset forums from someone who wet their girlfriend's bed. She didn't say very much specific, but there was the idea that she'd always think of him as a bedwetter from that point onward, together with tiny, little, unspoken hints like buying a waterproof mattress cover for their new bed for example.
  3. Welcome back Katy - quite the hiatus! Interactive stories aren't usually my thing, but this was a fun experience
  4. Very pleased to see another chapter in this story - one of my current favourites
  5. Both are nice, but I think mutually accidental is the more interesting option, because it switches up the role of Mia.
  6. I like the way this story is developing, although this sounds delectable - stories with mutual bedwetting are very rare fruit
  7. An excellent idea - I heartily concur! One of my favourite series for a long while - looking forward to reading the next chapter. If I could make a suggestion of my own, a little bedwetting never goes amiss
  8. Not bad at all - sadly the fiction section has been rather lacking in good bedwetting content for a while. Keep up the good work!
  9. Superb (though I think I knew that even before reading)! Hopefully there will be a few more installments when inspiration strikes.
  10. Nice to see another chapter added to this story - we're getting well into the realms of fantasy, but I'm always going to be on board for bedwetting. Look forward to reading more
  11. Agreed - a deserving sequel was going to be hard to write, but this is very good (the inequality particularly so). Great job jb2ja! Looking forward to reading more, hopefully developing into both desperation and wetting as the couple push the limits further.
  12. You're very welcome - busyness is an affliction I'm happy to empathise with
  13. It's been a fair while since we've been fortunate enough to enjoy your writing Katy. Hopefully just a lack of time, motivation, or a new plot idea to pique interest, rather than being symptomatic of something outside the little bubble of this community. I'm one to talk - if I recall, the gap between the story I wrote for this thread and my previous is in the region of 5 years... Here's hoping that the right circumstances and perhaps inspiration come again soon
  14. These little stories are fun - I enjoy the couple premise a lot. As mentioned its cute to see the reaction when the tables get turned with Briana having a surprise accident.
  15. I think you've hit on something rather good here. Ok, a scenario we've seen before, but executed very nicely - I look forward to reading more
  16. I can echo the "exhaustion comment". I had an experience of this a number of years ago when first coming back from university to visit family. Late night the night before, long day, followed hours and hours on the train. Arrived home needing to go but forgot all about it over dinner with the excitement of the conversation. Everyone went straight to bed from dinner as by now it was past midnight - I had the sofa as we had a full house and drifted off immediately. Woke up several hours later still quite full but with a football-sized wet patch. I cleaned and flipped the sofa cushions and no one was any the wiser. There were some rather pink cheeks at the time (admitting it to my then girlfriend on returning to university was a real thrill), but whilst not generally a bedwetter (in fact have been dry since then) I still enjoy the naughtiness of that memory a lot.
  17. I had 2, 3, and 1, so that's an exhausted waitress, on a cruise ship in the middle of the ocean, just making it. Nor what I would typically go for, but not beyond the realms of possibility. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Everything was so heavy. Her eyes would barely stay open, her legs felt like lead, and at the end of another marathon evening shift there was a serious weight in Jen's bladder too. She didn't fight the motion of the ship, instead letting the gentle rocking throw a little more force into each step - she had neither the energy nor the willpower to do anything else. The corridor that stretched out in front of her was lit with dim, warm bulbs, and just beyond the horizon stood the stairs that would take her down to the crew cabins. After hours of professionalism, the relief of being herself came like a wave, but that relief wasn't quite complete yet. It wasn't that she didn't like the passengers. On the contrary, most were polite and the majority of those even friendly, however it felt a lot like visiting her grandparents. Not exactly treading on eggshells, but still nothing more robust than a hard-boiled one at best. Keeping a face on, moderating her speech, gently steering conversation away from "difficult" topics (foreigners, gays, and were they likely to have a great-grandchild any time soon). Obviously none of the passengers had been as forward as her own grandmother - thank God - but it was an exercise she found just as tiring. Several days into the cruise and a pattern was beginning emerge - Eat. Sleep. Work. Repeat. After what felt like an age, Jen reached the end of the corridor, rode the crest of the next wave, and let herself lurch into the stairwell. She let herself be caught against the banister, and at once wished that she had not. God she was full! Unconsciously a hand dropped to her abdomen and massaged her sore bulge. Watching the clock tick down to the end of her shift had been agony, but having been released from her duties for the night her need had faded a shade or two. Now, however, it burned brightly again. Jen considered herself to be a sensible girl, and was careful to moderate her drinking over the course of her shift. Experience had taught her that indiscretions could quickly get out of hand - one of her first cruises had seen her and another girl take their complimentary beers before their shift, which had led swiftly to crossed legs, red faces, and muttered excuses. There was no getting away from the length of the shifts though and while she was rarely "desperate" she was often in the "quite like a wee" stage. The tight waistband of her uniform skirt cut painfully into her bladder with each step down to the crew deck. Two bunk beds, a mirror and a tiny TV were the amongst the few comforts on offer, but right now Jen had interest only in the cramped little toilet-cum-shower combination that stood in the corner of her cabin. Swallowing, she forced herself to not to rush on her way to her cabin, calmly popped her shoes and her bag away under the bunk, and then reached for the handle. "Occupado!" rang out a shrill voice. Jo. Fucking Jo. When it comes to roommates - you win some, you lose some. In this case, Jen felt that Jo fell distinctly into the later camp. In fairness there wasn't anything particularly horrible about her, she respected Jen's space and her things which is more than she could say for some of her previous roommates, but there was something about her manner and way of speaking that really grated, exacerbated by the cramped quarters, lack of privacy, and long hours for all involved. Fortunately their shifts kept them apart for most of the time, brief crossovers like this aside. "What should I say?" Jen wondered, "Ok", "No problem", "Will you be long?", "Please hurry!". No. None of those. They sound stupid. Something else. It's too late now - the pause has been too long. What would sound weirder, saying something now, or nothing at all? Ugh. She flopped down on the bed, wincing again at the liquid sloshing around inside of her. Her uniform belt could now come off which helped a little, but her skirt had to stay on with Jo still in the cabin. Sitting up was making her need ever more pressing, and her aching shoulder were in agreement with the plan to let herself sink down onto her pillow. "What the hell is taking that girl so long?" She wanted desperately to hold herself, to rub and press herself gently as she often did at home when feeling particularly tired and lazy, but not with Jo about. Lying down had lessened the pressure to pee a little, but was doing nothing for the pressure to let herself nod off. She longed to pull off her clothes and stretch out under her duvet, but not yet. It felt like driving tired: head getting heavy, eyes slowly drooping, then catching and opening with a start! Both activities were pretty stupid, but at least now she risked only an accident in her sheets. Must. Stay. Awake. Her head ached with the effort. She stretched and strained her muscles, squeezed her nails in to her skin, scrabbling desperately to hold onto consciousness. She dared not turn onto her side as she usually slept, as that would surely mean the end of it. Suddenly came the flush, and then the click. Shit. "Did I fall asleep?". A cursory caress of her bum coupled with the lingering pressure from below confirmed that she had no worries on this occasion. "See you later, alligator!" came the twang. Ugh. Jen raised a hand in acknowledgment, and then was blissfully alone. Relief was at hand, if she could will herself to get up. Rolling onto her side, she then pushed herself into a sitting position - paused - and then pulled herself up via the bed frame. Too fast. Her vision dimmed and her limbs felt heavy. Her bladder sloshed again. Hanging from the bunk to keep herself upright, she leaked. Shit. A drop. A single drop it felt like. It might not even have touched her knickers. She wanted to hold herself badly, but that would definitely make them wet. She let the motion of the ship throw her towards the bathroom, one staggered step at a time. Letting herself fall onto the handle, she leaked again. Was that a leak, or was it a spurt? Either way, it was undeniable. Her knickers had definitely been wet now, the sheer cotton had no capacity for this. A drop rolled down the inside of her left thigh, tickling the back of her knee. With one final effort, Jen pushed open the door, yanked down her skirt and knickers, and fell onto the toilet. Hiss. The relief was immediate. It was as if every muscle in her body relaxed at once, and she sank down onto her thighs, head lolling upon her knees. Lacking the energy to push, she merely let nature run its course. A burning hot river was running between her legs, her bum felt warm, and spray flecked her calves. "Oh bollocks - the seat!" said something deep in her brain, but Jen was beyond caring, focused now only on her relief and the delightful warmth that was now enveloping her toes. What did it matter in the all-in-one cubicle anyway? Besides, now she definitely needed a shower before bed... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So there we go. I cheated a little on the time front and the structure/balance is pretty poor but I guess that is to be expected given the challenge. I have at least succeeded in writing on a topic that is not usual for me, but most importantly have actually managed to write and post some fiction on Omo.org. Thank you very much for the challenge Katy ?
  18. Short and sweet - the return to happy and optimistic Katy I hope ?
  19. Oof, that was heavy. My partner suffers badly with anxiety and this tallies with her descriptions of what it's like. I hope that this was somewhat cathartic to write, I have found that to be the case for me in the past.
  20. This series is always so positive and so lovely - they are a joy to read. I enjoyed this one particularly, and Vignette also. Perhaps a further nocturnal incident or two wouldn't go amiss ?
  21. Honestly my favourite ever Omo video - nothing has yet topped this. I think I damn near passed out the first time I watched it from forgetting to breathe. Thanks for the upload
  22. Most delectable ? Also very lovely, reminds me of an old story "Patience and Prudence" on Shara & Gers. --- This thread has been a great catalyst for writing (albeit on a very limited scale). Here are some of the "hooks" of stories I hope to motivate myself to write. 280: The pay was poor, the hotel a bore, but the seat at the counter had its perks. The crinkled, soft pull-up hidden beneath her skirt, in which she gently trickled, was one such pleasure. Foremost, however, was the delightful query concluding each reservation - "Do you wet the bed?" --- 280: An ice-cold chill - she saw you squirm "Do you have to go to the bathroom or something?" The lie is automatic - a little too swift. "Ok...If you say so" comes the reply, her voice singing with incredulity A minute later - another slip "You do have to go to the bathroom, don't you?" --- 280: Heart pounding, you watch as she loads the machine next to yours. Who would choose to do their laundry at this hour? A clunk, a beep, then a whir - finished Liz straightens up and leans back against the wall. Turning to face you, she springs another surprise "So...wet the bed huh?"
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