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  1. Holding, for me, tends to become painful and unpleasant way before I'm in danger of leaking. Obviously that ruins the fun so I wind up letting go. I have found two things that can help, though, if you have the time.

     

    The first thing is to pee your pants as often as possible, especially in the few days leading up to trying to have an accident. Your subconscious is trained not to let go when you have clothes on, so reteaching your brain that your pants are a perfectly fine place to pee will help.

     

    The second thing is to have several holds leading up to the planned accident. This can start a day or two out, or just the morning of. You don't have to push too hard on these holds, but ideally you want to get to the level where your muscles start getting a little twitchy. The point is to wear them out so they're too tired to hold well in the end.

     

    I think you're right that some people are just naturally less prone to accidents and may struggle to have them, but doing this has helped me, and may help you.

  2. I guess I should clarify something: I figured genuine, unplanned accidents were often non sexual. I'm more interested in the motivations behind intentional wetting and planned accidents. 

    As for myself, if I am planning on enjoying some alone time, so to speak, wetting will almost certainly be a part of that. However, sometimes it's just really fun to wet in a situation where you can get away with it, or very relaxing to do at the end of a long work day. There's still some level of arousal, but it doesn't usually take me to a point that I have to actually do anything about it if I wasn't there to start with.

  3. Or can it also be fun, relaxing, or just the most convenient option in a situation? I have a suspicion that if you're on this site, peeing yourself is at least sometimes done for arousal, but I'm curious what other motivations or moods people find themselves in as they soak themselves. Like maybe your way to relax after work is to let go in your work clothes before changing into house clothes. Or maybe you diaper up just to make better time on road trips. Nothing against "I was horny" as a reason to pee, but that sort of dominates the stories and fiction pages so I'm curious what other reasons people have wet.

  4. 16 hours ago, Jessie Jammis said:

    Before starting to shower, I enter the shower with my panties on and start to pee. I find the warm sensation of the fabric getting wet and the dripping that goes from my crotch to my heels very pleasant...

    That's about how my average wetting goes. Sure, it's more fun to be fully clothed and push it to having an accident somewhere, but that involves cleanup and trying not to be seen and all that. Sometimes you come home from work and just want to relax and let go whatever happens to be in your bladder at the time and only have one small piece of clothing to clean. 

     

     

  5. 1 hour ago, PaddedWarriorP said:

    Piss drinking isn't something I am usually into, but this is well written and a natural continuation enough to keep me reading. Well done.

    Honestly, pee drinking isn't a big turn on for me either usually. I came up with this though as a result of liking both oral sex and pee accidents and wanting to combine them. Perhaps in a later chapter it'll be flipped and whoever is giving the oral will be the one losing control and wetting their pants. We'll see. Anyway, glad you liked it.

  6. Hey @kruton, I've just gotten into ai art a few days ago, and have been having trouble getting anything decent that's omo or pee related. I've been trying to use your Lora, and having a problem. The model will completely ignore the instruction "peeing self" in the prompt on standard settings, so I'll get a nice looking picture of a pretty woman wearing whatever clothes I asked for, but no wet spot. When I slowly bump up the strength of the Lora and/or the CFG, or the weight to "peeing self", it turns my nice picture into a low res horror show well before it starts including the wetting. I've been using in-browser generators but am hoping to find out if my computer can run automatic1111 later today. Not sure if running locally will help or if I'm just not prompting it correctly. 

     

    Sorry if this is a super vague question that comes off like "I'm not good at ai, please make me better". Even a quick point in the right direction of a guide or what problem I need to Google and read up on would be much appreciated!

     

    Edit: recently realized all the art I've seen made with your Lora is anime style and I was trying to do realistic. Apparently loras work better in the art style they were trained on, right? That may be my problem.

  7. ***same disclaimer as above: lots of sex***

     

     

    "We've got ten miles to our exit. You think you can hold it, babe?" Billy had been encouraging Amy for the last several miles of their drive back to his place. He struggled to keep his eyes on the road when his girlfriend looked so damn cute squirming around in the passenger seat. Both her hands were jammed tightly in his favorite place to be, between her thighs. Amy had worn an old pair of light jeans to the concert, and Billy wondered if she knew how fucking hot she was in her "old comfy jeans", as she called them.

    It had been three weeks since Amy had pissed all over herself in his bed, and then forced Billy to piss in her pussy, and they had hardly talked about it, much less repeated it. They had fucked a few times, and it was good enough, but Amy seemed to get embarrassed and change the subject whenever Billy mentioned pee and sex in the same sentence. Billy wondered if she really had pissed on accident or if she was just shy. He had only pretended to lose control in her pussy because he had thought that she was into that, and now he was worried that he'd freaked her out.

    "I'll hold it if you can hold it, babe" was Amy's strained reply, pulling his thoughts back to their current situation. Billy had to piss pretty bad himself, but he could make it home. When he saw Amy start to get fidgety and ask how long it would be, he decided to put on a bit of a show and pretend to be as desperate as she was. He wanted to see where this might go.

    One way or another, Billy saw that this was about to get interesting. They only had eight miles until their exit, but as they rounded the corner, he saw nothing but break lights stretching into the distance. "Mmmmmmmmm" Amy didn't say anything about the wreck, but only gave a low groan and shifted in her seat. "Fuck it," Billy thought to himself, "let's have some fun with this."

    "It's ok, babe, maybe they'll get it cleared up soon and we can get to a bathroom. We just have to hold on a little bit longer," Billy told Amy, hoping that she couldn't and knowing that he wouldn't. "No it's not, I'm going to wet my pants!" Amy squealed back. "No, you'll be fine. We just have to help each other out and we'll get through it together!" "It hurts, Billy." Billy was caught off guard. He was just trying to have fun, and now his girlfriend was in pain. What was going on with her?

    "What do mean? What hurts?" "My bladder!" Amy yelled back at him, "it's going to burst and I'll die if I don't pee soon!" Billy could tell from her voice she was serious. He took his hand away from pretending to hold himself and put it on her knee in a way he hoped was reassuring. "It's ok, babe," Billy whispered tenderly to her. "I'm telling you it's not, I really, really have to pee! Like now!" Amy practically screamed. "No babe, I'm telling you it's ok to just let go. I don't care about anything but the fact that you're hurting. Just wet your pants now and I'll take care of the cleanup later. It's ok." "Are you sure?" she whispered, innocent hope in her voice. "I'm sure," Billy told her lovingly, as her took her hands away from her lap and then laced his fingers with hers.

    For a moment, nothing happened, but then Billy heard the distinctive hiss of pee forcing it's way past her pussy lips and spraying through her panties to strike denim. He took his eyes off the crawling traffic to watch Amy piss herself. She had kept her legs tightly squeezed together, creating a lake of pee in her lap. Soon the lake overflowed and sent a golden river between her thighs, ending in a waterfall over her knees. Pee soaked straight down through her jeans all along this waterway, so that Amy hardly had any dry denim above her calves. 

    A long sigh brought Billy's attention up to Amy's face. Her eyes were closed and a blissful smile was on her lips. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Billy asked her over the patter of urine falling on his floor mat. "Yeah," Amy breathed out. She snapped her eyes open to look at him and changed her answer, "I mean, it felt really bad to hold it that long, so I felt really relieved to not have to hold it anymore, that's all. Don't go telling people I pee myself for fun!" Billy decided to push a little further and tease her, "of course, babe. I won't tell anyone about how you like to pee your pants for fun." Amy playfully slapped his arm and shot back at him, "I hope you have an accident, too, you ass!" Billy knew Amy wouldn't call him an ass if she was mad for real, and he also knew now that he was going to have an "accident" just like she asked for.

    "I think I can hold it though. This traffic is starting to move again." Billy said to continue the charade. He was almost positive that Amy could have held on but had chosen to piss her pants, but she had a good girl reputation and that would make it hard for her to admit anything so kinky. Billy's old pickup truck was moving again, and he had to stop holding himself to work the cranky gearshift on it. He exclaimed in mock dismay and he pissed himself for a solid five seconds. It felt good to soak the lap of his jeans, but he stopped himself from going any further just yet. He wanted to keep playing this game with Amy and see where she would go with it. "I'm losing control, babe. I think I could make it if I only had a third hand to hold myself."

    Amy apparently caught his hint, because she reached over and put her hand on his crotch. "I've never held a boy's pee in for him before. What do I do?" she asked, clearly having more fun than she would admit in words. "You'll have to actually squeeze my cock for me. The urethra needs to be pinched shut so don't be too gentle or I'll just be pissing in your hand." Billy let another few drops of piss out as she was still looking for the proper grip to emphasize his need for her to hold his cock for him. Amy surprised him by taking it a step further than he had asked, reaching her hand down the front of his pants to grab his cock directly. "Hmmm, looks like you're the one who's really enjoying this!" she teased as she found his boner and took a firm hold of it. 

    Billy had been hard since he first saw Amy start to hold herself, but he told her it was only because he had a hot girl playing with his dick. "I'm not playing with it, I'm helping you not pee, remember?" she chided him, but then gave him a couple playful strokes anyway. "That feels good, babe. Can you keep doing it?" "Hey! Did you pee yourself just to trick me into giving you a handy?" she accused him. Billy denied it, but went on to explain, "it's just that a guy can't piss and cum at the same time so if you keep me close to the edge, it'll keep me from peeing anymore." He jumped in her hand and let a few more drops into his boxers to encourage her.

    Amy looked unsure about his explanation, but she started stroking his erection all the same. They had left the interstate, and Billy simply enjoyed having a cute girl play with his dick for several minutes as they cruised down the dark country roads leading to his house. Eventually, though, he knew he needed to move to game along before he ran out of time to play it. He started a slow trickle running into his shorts and flexed his cock in Amy's hand in a mock struggle to stop the flow. She must have felt the new warmth in his pants, because she jerked him even faster to help him resist. "Is this working better, babe?" she asked in the sweet voice of a girl willing to do what her man needed. Billy nodded, but then let out another short but powerful jet of piss and added, "maybe." 

    Billy had only thought to play out having an accident right in Amy's hand to see what she made of it, but apparently she was determined to be more helpful than he had anticipated. "Don't worry, babe, I'll keep you hard." Amy said, and took his cock fully out of his pants. Since she wasn't stroking him as she freed his raging erection, he had to play his part and send a couple bursts of pee leaping into the air, but that didn't phase Amy at all as she put her mouth over his wet cock and started sucking enthusiastically. 

    Now Billy really was too hard to pee, but he warned her the effect would be ruined if she made him cum. Amy stopped sucking, but it was only to loosen her seatbelt so she could get more of him into her mouth. She started bobbing up down the full length of his cock, poking him in his pee soaked bush with her nose on the down-stroke. He warned her again that she was going to make him cum, but she seemed to be enjoying herself too much to hear him. She had never blown him like this before and it only kept getting better. After only a couple more minutes of sloppy deepthroating, Billy couldn't hold back and pumped rope after rope of cum into her. Amy didn't seem to notice and kept her rhythm the whole time, so that some shots of his salty load went onto the tip of her tongue, while others went straight down her throat. 

    Billy actually had to tell Amy to stop bouncing her mouth up and down his cock, too sensitive to enjoy it in his post-orgasmic state. She stopped as he asked, but stayed where she was with the tip of his cock resting on her tongue. Billy warned her, "that felt great and all, but I can't stop myself from peeing for much longer now, you know." Amy simply shrugged and repeated his own words of, "it's ok, babe" back to him before putting her mouth back on his partially softened member.

    Billy fully let himself go this time. As he began to trickle pee into Amy's waiting mouth, he felt her swallowing every drop of it. Soon, though, his trickle grew into a full-force stream and she just couldn't keep up. Amy swallowed as much pee as she could handle, but just as much was flowing back out of her mouth to soak Billy's lap and pool under his ass before being absorbed into the upholstery. Amy must have been enjoying this Billy thought as he felt her tongue stroking his tip between swallows.

    After emptying half his bladder into Amy, Billy couldn't pee any more. "What's wrong babe?" she asked. "I told you it was ok to let it go. You'll feel much better if you do." Billy couldn't believe she was actually encouraging him to pee in her mouth. "Well," he said, "that thing you were doing with your tongue was starting to feel pretty good and you got me too hard to pee again." "Who's enjoying their accident now?" Amy teased him. "Of course I'm enjoying it! I've got a beautiful girl licking my dick while it happens!" "Aww, thanks," Amy said as she leaned over to take his cock deep into her mouth again.

    "What're you doing?" Billy gasped out in unexpected pleasure. Amy took his dick out just long enough to tell him, "I'm making you cum again so you can finish peeing, silly." With that, Amy got back to work noisily sucking his cock. Billy wondered if Amy realized that he had parked in his driveway five minutes ago, but he certainly wasn't going to tell her now. She quickly made good on her promise and had him cumming a second time, this time going all the way down and licking his balls while they pumped. She stayed right where she was as he finished, patiently waiting for him to resume his accident directly down her throat.

    For ten perfect seconds, Billy could feel Amy's throat squeezing and releasing the head of his cock as she swallowed his piss without losing a single drop. It must have been more than she could handle, though, because suddenly she sat up, letting a spray of pee loose all across Billy's face and the dash of his truck. He was able to stop the flow as she put his cock back into his damp boxers, saying, "sorry Billy, I just couldn't swallow any more. I guess your bladder is bigger than my stomach. You'll have to finish peeing inside."

    Billy didn't think pissing his pants was nearly as much fun as pissing his girlfriend, but she had earned a show if she wanted one. He relaxed and gave his last several seconds of pee to his boxers. Amy started laughing and said, "I meant inside the house, not inside your pants, silly." Just as Billy began to worry that he had guessed wrong about her desires, she added, "but you are right about it being kinda cute to watch!" Billy wasn't sure he was cute, but he told her he was glad she enjoyed the show at least. She replied back "I gave you a show, so it's only fair I get one, too! And speaking of payback, you came in my mouth twice and got me all hot and bothered. You want to take a shower together and help a girl out?"

    Billy did want to help her out, very badly. He took Amy by the hand, and led her straight to his bathroom. She raised her arms overhead, silently inviting him to take her shirt off for her. After her bra followed it to the floor, Billy took her pink nipples into his mouth, sucking one and then the other until they were both hard. As he kissed a meandering path lower and lower down her body, she asked him, "don't we need to clean up? I've got pee all over me." Billy didn't answer, preferring to use his mouth to undo her pants instead. He tried to pull them down in one fluid motion, but they were too full of her fluids for him to be as smooth as he'd hoped. 

        Amy laughed at he struggled to strip her down. "Let me help you with that," she said, peeling her soaked pants off and turning them inside out in the process. Amy kicked them aside and moved to pull her dripping panties down as well, but Billy stopped her by taking both her hands in his own. "What are you doing, babe?" she asked with a giggle, and then added a simple "oh!" as Billy put his mouth to her pussy and started to lick and suck at it through the wet fabric. 

    Billy knew that she had no reason to need to pee again so soon after her accident, but he hoped she took the hint he was giving her. Amy was a smart girl and gave Billy was he wanted soon enough. Wetting her panties into his mouth must have been what she wanted to do, too, because she nearly crushed Billy's head with her thighs as she screamed out his name. 

    Catching her breath, Amy said, "oops. Guess I relaxed too much on accident! I thought I was empty!" Billy said he guessed she did, but he knew she liked it. He pulled her panties off and ate her out again, this time making extremely good use of his direct access to her clit. She really was empty of pee as she came a second time, but Billy found the mouthful of pussy juices she gave him to be just as delicious. Both of them now fully satisfied, Billy led Amy into the shower.

  8. Really cute story. Any chance there's another chapter where Emma realizes she also has to pee while she's watching Theo? She knows she might miss the show if she leaves to go use the toilet, and besides, the bed is about to be wet anyway, so why not join him? He doesn't have to know she was awake when she did it, after all.

  9. ***contains explicit sex scene mixed with both parties peeing. Don't read if you don't want to/shouldn't be reading adult stories***

     

     

    "Stop! Stop! You're going to make me pee my panties!" Amy wasn't sure why she had said that. It was true that she did have to pee quite badly. It was also true that Billy tackling her back onto his bed and tickling her just as she had been about to get up and go pee in the toilet like a big girl didn't help her desperation, either. But it was just as true that she wasn't in any real danger of having an accident. Amy was a big girl and big girls don't pee their panties anymore. Sure, there had been more than a few occasions when she was so desperate that she had fantasized about just letting it go in her pants and not caring about the mess, but she had never done it since she was little. All this went through Amy's mind in a brief moment, meanwhile Billy was still tickling her. 

    She tried shouting again, "You're going to get peed on if you don't stop!" Billy didn't stop. Why did he have to be such a turd sometimes? Amy had really, really been enjoying their make out session before she had tried to get up to pee. So much so that her panties were already soaked through with her juices, and she had been debating letting him take them off her when she came back. Now she was considering peeing in them instead. Sure, that would kill the mood, but he was already killing it by not stopping when she had said to. It's like he wanted her to have an accident or something. Maybe he did. She had warned him she was going to and he had kept going. What made up Amy's mind was the realization that it would feel so, so good to just let it go. Maybe she was just horny from having this hot boy all over her for the past hour, but she thought that peeing herself would be the best feeling in the whole world, and she finally had the perfect excuse to pretend it was an accident. As far as anyone would ever know, she was still a good girl who peed in the toilet like she was supposed to, only Billy had forced her to have an accident. Besides, she had already said she was going to pee herself. She wouldn't want to tell a lie, would she? 

    Amy relaxed. Well, she relaxed as much as she could while being pinned down and tickled mercilessly. And of course, nothing happened. It turns out that it's actually hard to wet yourself after spending years making it a point not to. An odd new fear entered Amy's mind: what if she couldn't pee herself before Billy got tired of torturing her and she missed this golden opportunity. She went beyond relaxing and pushed as hard as she could. At first, that didn't do anything, either. But then a small trickle made it's way past her pussy lips and joined the moisture already dampening her panties. She was firmly committed at this point and kept pushing until the trickle became a small stream, and then a full fledged river of pee. It hissed out of her so forcefully that one stream of pee was spraying through her panties to splash off the front of Billy's gym shorts, while several smaller rivers escaped the sides of her panties to run along her inner thighs. It felt even better than she had imagined it would. As warmth and wetness flowed out from her pussy to soak her panties, dress, and Billy's crotch, another sort of warmth radiated from her pussy to every nerve in her body. She was peeing as hard as she ever had in her life, and at this point she couldn't have stopped it even if she wanted to. Far from wanting to stop, she wished it could last forever. Well, maybe not forever, but if it lasted a bit longer, she knew she would soon cum from it.

    As her bladder neared empty, she felt Billy finally stop tickling her. She had expected him to get off of her when he felt the pee start soaking into his shorts as well. What she had not expected was for him to go back to kissing her, and grinding his rock hard erection against her gushing pussy. That was the last thing she needed to bring her over the edge of orgasm. Her hips bucked against his and what little pee she had left to give began to shoot out in rhythmic spurts as her body shook with ecstasy. Amy came like she had never cum before in her life. She couldn't help but sigh in relief as the last waves of pleasure were accompanied by the last drops of pee lazily dribbling out of her helplessly relaxed pussy.

     They lay there together without moving or saying a word for quite some time. Amy realized that the bed must have some sort of waterproof cover on it, because she was laying in a puddle from her knees to her mid back. Amy tried to say she was sorry for peeing all over Billy's bed, but he cut her off, "Don't worry about it. Accidents happen." "So you're not mad?" Amy asked. "Of course not. You did try to warn me. Sure, I thought you were being overly dramatic and you wouldn't actually wet yourself, but you did warn me." "Do you think I'm gross now?" "It was actually kind of cute." "Cute?" "Hey, I won't judge you for peeing all over and you don't judge me for thinking you're cute while you do it, ok?" "Ok", Amy said. "So does that mean you still want to have sex with me?" "More than ever." 

    Billy pushed the front of her soaked dress up and out of the way. He then pulled her panties to the side and slid himself inside of her in one smooth motion. Amy gasped with pleasure as she felt his cock begin to thrust in and out of her. After a few strokes, Billy started to pick up the pace, and to thrust harder and harder into her. Amy was practically being bounced up and down on the bed with the intensity of his love-making. She moaned as her pee splashed all around, getting her even wetter. Just as she came a second time, not needing to hide it but letting herself scream Billy's name this time, she felt a new kind of wetness as Billy's cum filled her pussy. The pulses of his cock shooting deep inside of her seemed to go on forever, but finally they both settled down to lay tangled together in post-orgasmic bliss. 

    After several minutes of silent snuggling, Billy moved as if to get up. Just before his softening tip left her lips, Amy hooked both her heels around his back, pulling him back inside of herself. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked playfully. "Well, I feel a bit silly saying this after I tickled the piss out of you, but I really gotta take a piss myself now." He made another attempt to get up, but Amy only tightened her legs around him. "Ha ha, Amy, very funny. Now let me up before I have an accident in your pussy." Amy wasn't going to let him up without a fight, though. She held on as firmly as her tiny frame could. The feeling of his cock jumping and twitching inside of her as he struggled against her while desperately trying not to pee was just too good to let go of. "Amy, you're going to make me wet myself!" "No, silly Billy, you'll be wetting me, won't you?" Saying that, Amy started tickling Billy while still holding him tight with her legs. He tried as hard as he could to hold on, but he began to spurt pee into Amy as he laughed. Far from relieving the pressure, each time his control slipped it took him more effort to regain it. Finally, still laughing from Amy ticking her, he completely lost control and started peeing forcefully into his girlfriend's sweet pussy. It was the most incredible thing either of them had ever felt. To Billy, it was like cumming in her had been, only a longer and continuous sensation. Amy felt her pussy, already stretched with the size of Billy's cock, filling to the bursting point with his pee. It mixed with the cum already inside her and sprayed from her pussy, running out to flow through her panties and join her puddle. Billy kissed her deeply as she came a third time, peeing just a little more herself as she did. 

    Amy was now laying in a massive lake of pee. It was so deep that her pussy was now partially submerged and full of pee. Her entire dress was soaked, as well as her hair. Her panties were full of cum. After three amazing orgasms, she wasn't sure her legs or her bladder control would work. All of this combined to make her start giggling uncontrollably. "Are you ok?" asked Billy. "I've never been better in my whole life" she got out between fits of laughter. "What's so funny then?" "Well, just look at me! Isn't this at least kind of funny to you?" Billy agreed that it was kind of funny, and asked where they should go from there. "Well, isn't it obvious?" Amy asked. "Ummm...no" Billy replied. "Let's go take a shower!"

  10. I don't think I've ever made a puddle that was a lot of trouble to clean, but I've wet pants/underwear in situations I probably shouldn't have. Like I'll be hiking or running in the woods when I really have to pee. I look around and don't see anyone, and I know my shorts don't show wetness, so in the moment, there doesn't seem to be any reason not to pee my shorts. Then as soon as I have, I realize I'm now soaked and probably smell, and I'm three miles from my car, have no seat protection, and will have to walk past my family to get to the shower.

  11. I'll second the motion to wear a diaper, but add that you may want to pack it and change after going through security. If you're going through an American airport, they'll definitely notice you wearing one. Not like it's illegal or anything, just maybe more attention than you want. 

     

    My other thought is that I will now always wonder who is just casually peeing themselves every time I fly from now on. Thanks.

  12. @hanpi @loveightI finally decided to circle back around to this story and add more. The second chapter is turning out to be quite long, so I'm posting part 1 now and will have part 2 up soon. I know where I'm going with it, I just need time to type it out. Anyway, as the two fans of chapter one, I hope you both enjoy this one.

     

                   Fifty Shades Wetter

     

     

        Mr. Yellow and I settled into a regular routine at work. It certainly wasn't normal, no, nobody would quite call it that, but I knew what to expect day to day. I learned to hold my pee far longer than I ever thought possible. More importantly, I learned how to ignore my crazy-full bladder and focus on my work.

     

        Most days, that was enough. Eventually, Mr. Yellow would need a bathroom break himself, and I would be allowed to run off and take care of my own business. Some days, though, I just couldn't make it. Mr. Yellow must have been part camel or something, because at least once a week, I would flood my chair while taking notes for him, or leak while following him to or from some meeting, leaving a trail of pee drops all the way down the hallway.

     

        Mr. Yellow obviously enjoyed watching me whenever I peed my panties, and I knew he found me beautiful. After all, he had dozens of applicants for this job at least as qualified as I was, and he picked me over all the rest just so he could have something nice to look at while he thought. Seeing hot streams of piss shooting through my panties always raised a very visible erection in his pants, and I'm not sure, but I think I saw it throbbing out an orgasm on one occasion. And yet, he never once touched me. Well, until the night of the party, that is.

     

        The party was one of those rich-guy parties that's really about showing off how rich he is and who he knows. You know the kind I mean. The whole guest list was people you've probably seen in movies or on election ballots. The ones you haven't heard of? Well, those guys pull the strings of the ones you do know. And of course, half these rich guys had a girl half his age on his arm.

     

        That's what most of the party guests would probably think I am: just another pretty face, and, to be honest, a pair of pretty tits. It was no secret that I'm Mr. Yellow's assistant, but not everybody does their homework like he does. Most of them would assume I'm just some model he's fooling around with, and people who look down on you will let some words slip like you're not even there. Words that I, of course, recite back to Mr. Yellow later. I don't always know what's important, but it all helps him build his little empire.

     

        To help disguise me as his little play thing, the dress Mr. Yellow's tailor's assistant (because that's a thing when you're rich) dropped off for me to wear somehow managed to look elegant, yet also sluttier than just full-on nudity would've been. I opened the box and pulled out a surprisingly small amount of black silk, and underneath it, a single diaper. I turned to Mr. Yellow, a questioning look in my eyes.

     

        "Of course, Alisa. I'd hate for you to miss anything because you're off in the ladies room. Unless, of course, that's exactly where you need to be to hear the best gossip, I expect you to be nearby all evening. But it wouldn't do to have you wet yourself in front of everyone, either. This way, you may stay with me, while also peeing as needed. I trust you can be a lady and not flash your wet diaper at anyone, yes?"

     

        "Of course, sir. That makes perfect sense. I'll change right away, sir." "Good, you may change here." So once again, I found myself stripping completely down in Mr. Yellow's office, and once again, he watched intently but made no advances. I decided to push him a little, to see if I could get a rise out of him.

     

        "Oh, Mr. Yellow, I just thought of something. I don't need to put this diaper on already needing to pee, do I?" "No. No, of course not. Good thinking. You'd better pee first." That was all the permission I needed to wet my panties, which were all I still had on, but I wanted to make a show out of it. I jammed my hands between my thighs, squeezing my tits together, with the best, "oh no! I'm about to have an accident!" I could fake for my boss. A little dancing and hopping around completed the charade, as well as giving me an excuse to jiggle my tits in front of him.

     

        I released my bladder, and covered the big "O" on my face of feigned surprise with both hands, making sure Mr. Yellow had a nice view of the pee steaming through my tiny blue panties and falling to the floor. Mr. Yellow caught his breath, clearly liking what he was seeing. I saw one hand grasping at the arm of his chair, and I wondered if he was fighting the urge to touch my naked body, or his own massive erection.

     

        After pushing one last spurt out, I slid my drenched underwear to the puddle between my feet, stepped out of them, and stood back up. I held my panties out towards Mr. Yellow, dripping as they hung from one hooked finger. "Oops. These got wet. Where should I put them, sir?" I asked coyly. He responded breathlessly, "In my top drawer. They'll be cleaned and returned to you... eventually."

     

        Mr. Yellow shook his head and suddenly seemed to remember his commitment not to become too intimate with hired help. "Come on Alisa; this is a silly waste of time. Clean up, get dressed, and let's go. You have..." he looked at his watch that cost more than my car, "... three minutes."

     

        I quickly did as he asked. Apparently the tailor had taken the "little" part of "little black dress" very seriously. It was completely backless, and the neckline plunged so low it was practically frontless, too. That only got worse when I realized the slit up the side went high enough that I was in danger of showing off the side of the diaper I had on, so I had to tug the whole thing down another inch, running the risk that my breasts would just fall out if I so much as sneezed. The only consideration of modesty seemed to be some ruffling in the fabric covering my ass that helped to break up the outline of the pull-up.

     

        "How do I look, sir?" Mr. Yellow looked me over, thought for a minute, and added a ridiculous diamond necklace and earrings from a locked drawer. "Absolutely lovely, Alisa. No one will be able to look at anything else all evening." I did a quick spin in front of a full-length mirror (gold framed, of course). Yup, I'd have no trouble passing myself as just his dumb arm candy.

     

        The party was going about how I always thought a billionaire's would: food, live music, and conversation that I swear nobody actually enjoyed, but that each and every one of us pretended to appreciate so we wouldn't be outed as the one uncultured swine surrounded by our highly sophisticated betters. My job here was mostly to flirt with other men to get them to loosen up, while making it clear that I still belong to Mr. Yellow. It was easy work considering I was only slightly more dressed than the Greek statues in the ballroom, and actually am quite attracted to my boss.

     

        The tricky part was the way the wine glass in my hand seemed to magically stay full. Mr. Yellow must have hired ninjas as wait staff. Absent mindedly sipping during conversation can add up to drinking too much pretty quickly with a bottomless glass, and after an hour, I had to get rid of it and find something else to do with my hands while I talked. It was too late, though; I was already feeling a nice buzz, and what's worse is that I could feel my bladder filling up by the minute!

     

        I knew I had the diaper on, but I considered that my last resort. My parachute in case of emergency. What if it leaked? What if I went still and checked out of the conversation while I peed, and just as someone started to notice, the music stopped and everyone could hear? I wasn't sure how loud peeing in a diaper would even be. What if it got all puffy and saggy when it was full and made me walk funny and you could see it hanging out the bottom of this tiny dress? 

     

        Ok, none of this was helping at all. Rather than thinking about what would happen when I had an accident, I needed to focus on not having the accident in the first place. Or, better yet, focus on what I'm supposed to be doing, which just then, was talking to some foreign oil baron. From the way he was looking at me, I think he had been asking me some question and was waiting on an answer.

     

        I froze, and was just about to stammer out something that may or may not have had anything to do with the topic, when Mr. Yellow covered for me. "Oh yes, she's been having a wonderful time. Just a bit dumbstruck by all this. She grew up on a potato farm you know. Took her a week to learn to look where she was going in the city instead of gawking at how tall the buildings are."

     

         Both men chuckled condescendingly at me as my cheeks flushed. I suppose the lie did cover my mental absence from the conversation, but did Mr. Yellow really think of me as that far beneath him? Just moments before, I was ready to do anything, and I mean anything at all, to please Mr. Yellow, but now? I decided to just let go and piss full-force into this stupid diaper, and hope it leaked everywhere. After all, wearing it was his stupid idea and these were his stupid "friends" we were trying to impress. So why not?

     

        Pee flowed the instant I relaxed, but I only got a second of blissful release before Mr. Yellow spoke again. "Are you ok? Perhaps we should step outside and get some fresh air?" "Of course, sir, I would love to." I had immediately forgotten that I was supposed to be upset with him, like a puppy that's just happy to be paid any attention, and had to stop peeing to follow him out onto a balcony. 

     

        We were looking down onto the most beautiful gardens I had ever seen, but before I could compliment Mr. Yellow on them, he demanded to know what was I thinking? "I need you focused in there, Alisa. This isn't one of your college sorority parties; we're here to rub elbows with the most influential people alive. This is empire building! So what's going on with you?"

     

        I couldn't lie to him. "I just, really, really have to pee. That wine is flowing straight through me. And I know you like making me wet myself and I'm ok with that, but I'm really nervous about doing it in there with all those people. Believe it or not, peeing myself wasn't really a part of my life before I started working for you, and I have no experience at all going in a diaper. Will it even hold enough?"

     

        Mr. Yellow looked thoughtful for a minute before asking me, "Alisa, is there anything you wouldn't do if I asked you?" "Of course not, sir." I meant it, too. Even though I had been mad at him, and ready to ruin his party by peeing all over his floor in the middle of it, I still knew I would never tell him no. He just had that kind of power over me. 

     

        Mr. Yellow came and stood close behind me as I looked out into the garden, placing his hands on the railing over mine. Pressing his body gently against me. "That's good. I've been dreaming of something since I met you. I told myself again and again I wouldn't do it, but I can't deny myself any longer. Not after that little show you put on earlier. There's a... need that's been building all night in me, and it's becoming quite urgent. But, you understand, I'm not telling you as your boss right now. I'm asking. You can say no, and I won't hold it against you in the slightest."

     

        "Go ahead. I want this, too." I whispered, unable to believe this was happening. "I'm yours. Do anything you want to me." And he did. His hands felt their way up my thighs, flooding the area between them with a warmth and readiness for more. He slid my pull-up to the side, and slid his rigid member into it. I was dripping with a wetness that had nothing to do with pee, and I felt him slide... right past it?

     

        We stood there together, motionless, for a long moment while I wondered what my boss was doing. My dress was hiked up, we were hips to ass, and the base of his penis was against my pussy, but the shaft of it ran up in front of my neatly trimmed bush, and his head rested just below the diaper's waistband. Then he sighed, and I understood.

     

        A hissing, crinkling sound filled the warm night air, as tickling trickles of heat flowed from his manhood, pooling and gathering against my womanhood. The warmth seemed to spread through me, radiating to my furthest extremities, but I knew that was just the flush of burning desire. I could feel my nipples stiffen under the thin silk that barely covered them, and a blush rising in my cheeks. I moaned softly, and Mr. Yellow pulled me in tighter, pissing even harder now.

     

        Mr. Yellow's pee was soaking into every inch of my pull-up, creeping warmth up over my ass, and yet he was peeing more into it much faster than it could be absorbed. A small stream leaked out where the material was bunched to the side to let him in, and snaked its way down my thigh, making a tiny puddle at one foot. My pussy ached in equal parts with the need to have him inside me, and the need to add my own pee to the bubbling lake that it was now submerged in. I held back, though. Mr. Yellow would tell me when, and where he wanted me to pee. My bladder belonged to him now. 

     

        Nobody can pee forever, and just as I thought I would surely climax from the thrill of it, Mr. Yellow slowed to a dribble, and stopped. We stood there for some time, his arms around my waist, his erection still hot against my wet skin. If it was any other man on earth who had put me in a diaper, made me nearly wet it in desperation, and then chose to pee into it himself, I would've hated him for it. I would've felt used, and dirty. Part of my brain was telling me I should've felt that way then, but for my boss, it was different. Far from shamed or degraded, I felt...strangely proud? Yes, I felt proud that the man who could pee anywhere in the world, wanted to pee right here, so close to me. Proud that my own peeing had brought such a disciplined and powerful man to lose control of his desire for me.

     

        Mr. Yellow spoke tenderly in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Would you be a good girl, and do one more thing for me, Alisa? I promise I'll make it worth your trouble." Without hesitation, I told him he could have anything from me. Anything at all. "Good, I'm glad to hear that. Now, I know you have to pee, yourself. I knew before you told me. You see, while you have become very skilled at maintaining your composure while desperate in our time together, there are always subtle signs. A lip bite, a quivering thigh, that sort of thing. Anyone else might miss them, but I've been watching you quite closely. You're a beautiful young woman, but you become absolutely fascinating when you're fighting a losing battle not to wet yourself. Every little fidget and sharp inhale is like a drug to me, and so I never miss a dose."

     

        Again, part of my brain told me this level of attention should be creepy, but from him, I could only find it flattering. Six months ago, it had never occurred to me that my tiny bladder would be the sexiest thing about me, and here I was driving the richest man alive wild with it. He continued, "And so, I know you have to pee right now. But, I also know you can hold it longer. You can go at least another hour, maybe more. Promise me you'll hold it until you can't anymore. Until it all comes flooding out of you, completely outside your control. I know this diaper won't hold another drop, so I'll watch you oh so closely. I'll make sure it doesn't happen in there, with all those people. Trust me, and I'll take good care of you." 

     

        I trusted him absolutely, and told him as much. He finally pulled out of my drenched diaper, and pulled both it and my dress back into place, a gentleman making sure his lady is presentable, and we headed back into the party.

     

     

  13. I think all the omo-themed powers I've fantasized about are already listed here. Somewhat related though, are non-omo powers that require intense amounts of focus, drawing one's attention away from their own body. I've always thought it would be cool to see a superhero that uses something like telepathy or astral projection that requires such intense concentration that she essentially goes into a trance to use her power. It doesn't directly cause her to wet herself every time, it's just that if she has to pee when she goes into that focused state, she won't realize it and may wet herself, only finding out when she comes back to her body and finds herself in soaked pants. Again.

  14. My first thought while reading the title was, "yes: on my bike!" Then I read your post and saw the same thing. I eventually got to a rather interesting point, though, where the bike seat was doing the holding for me. That meant two things. One: I could fully relax while being 10/10 desperate, which may be the most intense omo-related sensation I've ever felt. Two: I was well past when I normally could've held on, and so was completely helpless against wetting the second I stood on my pedals to power up a hill.

  15. Uhhh...see my username. Long runs, often into woods or other less trafficked areas, often before sunrise, plus black shorts, plus being sweaty and/or rained on, has given me lots of opportunities for fun times. I've also wet while jumping rope (this is more funny than anything if you're doing it as a guy with no underwear on), and bench pressing. Those last two only work if you work out at home, I guess.

  16. Do you generally know when an opportunity is to be alone is coming soon? If you do, drink a lot of water for several hours before hand, allowing yourself to go to the bathroom normally whenever the need arises. I'm not sure where your bathroom is and if your parents notice you going to use it, but if you can get away with it, try to be so well hydrated that you're going at least twice an hour for two or three hours before you actually start to hold. That will have your kidneys running at 100% and filling up your bladder very fast. If going to the bathroom multiple times an hour would be noticed and suspicious, there would still be some benefit to doing this to whatever level would be more reasonable to get away with.

     

    As for weakening your ability to hold, just doing one or more really intense holds that you eventually end by peeing in the toilet will tire your holding muscles for a day or so. This one's a little easier to do with other people around. Just push yourself as far as you can without getting fidgety and acting desperate, and nobody can tell anything at all.

     

    You can, of course, combine both strategies mentioned above by drinking a ton of water for several hours and holding it to the highest level you can act normal with each time. Then, when you do get your alone time, your bladder will be filling rapidly and it'll be too tired to put up much of a fight. Best of luck to you!

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