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I actually wish I could sleep better with diapers as others here have mentioned. I like the notion but always feel I end up sleeping poorly. I love the notion of waking up in a wet diaper too. But I was a bedwetter as a kid and I think I'm too invested in that not happening again to feel entirely comfortable with it.

Awesome! I love gaming holds/wettings!

Definitely DL side of the spectrum. I've never much been into the AB thing and can honestly find it a bit of a turn off. I don't mean that as a judgement of course. People enjoy what they enjoy.

I'm similar with the morning pee being the toughest to hold. If I'm planning a holding day I'll often get the morning pee out of the way first and then start hydrating.

Since I don't wear in public, bulky, wet and crinkly is my preference. The feeling as it starts to bulge up as you pee into it is wonderful.

That's awesome! I mean for us to read. Not sure how it was for you!

Excellent! Thank you for sharing. I'm not a gamer per se but video games are my number one method for distraction from holding! I haven't touched skyrim in a while. Every time I think of getting back into it I've gotten distracted looking at mods and never actually open the game! Anyway, looks like you had fun!

Cool, thanks for sharing! Somehow I missed this the first time around.

The only one that springs to mind is Saul Rubinek's character in Unforgiven when he and English Bob are confronted by the sheriff when leaving (I think) the barber shop. Great, great movie!

Wow that sounds great!

Yes indeed. I particularly like if the bulge is visible through like my sweatpants or pajamas that I might be wearing. Something really appealing about that to me.

I'm not sure if this is "most desperate" but it's what sprung to mind. This was a few years ago. At the time my parents and sister lived a couple hours from me in a neighboring state. This was close enough to drive down every few weeks for a night or two which I did fairly regularly. I'm not sure if I'd been there longer than usual or what but for some reason I was very eager to do a hold which I really couldn't do while visiting. So the morning I left (which was early) I figured I'd take my morning pee but wouldn't stop for the rest of the drive and would drink some sodas so that I'd be filling my bladder and maybe by the time I got home and could enjoy myself. Now, normally, this drive really only took about two hours so this shouldn't be a problem. Well, I misjudged things. The point was to use the car time to fill my bladder not to get bursting while driving. But I had an energy drink to try and wake up a bit to hit the road since I'd left early and a soda or two while driving both to hydrate and keep myself awake. And I hit traffic. While not actually "stuck" as such it did make the whole drive much longer than usual between construction and rush hour in a nearby city. By the time I hit the main interstate into my city I was starting to get quite uncomfortable. This was still about 30-40 minutes out from my apartment and I thought about pulling over to a rest area but then I figured "No, I've done this drive many, many times. I can find a spot if I need to and let's not waste this because you'll want to be desperate and wet your pants when you get home." Well, this was a mistake. I was having to squirm a bit at this point occasionally jiggling my legs. And the thing about driving is that there's not a lot to occupy your mind and focusing on my need seemed to increase it exponentially. Well, I was distracted enough that I missed the easy exit to get home and ended up somewhere while not entirely unfamiliar I was less sure of my route and it was surface streets rather than the highway which made it slower as I entered my neighborhood from the "wrong" direction. Long story short by the time I was getting close to home I was having to hold myself through my jeans and fidgeting around in my seat. At the traffic light a block from my apartment (which seemed to take far longer than I'd ever remember it taking I had one hand on the wheel and one in my crotch tightly squeezing. And this wasn't fun like at home. I was so uncomfortable. By the time I got to my building's lot I dove out of the car, not trying to grab my bags, and did a legitimate pee dance in front of my door while I fumbled for the keys. Once in front of the toilet though (I'd given up on having fun because this wasn't!) I was so intent on holding it it took a while for the muscles to relax enough for me to pee. But once they did, it was glorious relief!

I enjoyed your story very much. Thanks for sharing! Sounds like there might be some good stories there too if you're inclined to share!

Frankly, if I did a handstand I'd end up wetting myself out of sheer shock!

I'm always fascinated that some folks are able to identify a specific event or memory as the start of their omorashi interest. In general, I'm not sure there was a specific incident for me as much as it was a series of things. I've always been a terrible procrastinator on things large and small and as a kid this manifested itself as never wanting to stop what I was doing to pee. So I was in the habit of holding it any time there was the least reason to to delay going in the pursuit of fun elsewhere. This habit of course led to me being desperate *a lot* and, more rarely, to peeing in my pants while I played. At some point, i realized I actually *enjoyed* the feeling of being desperate and wetting myself and would sometimes do it intentionally even long before it became sexual with the onset of puberty. I had friends who sometimes behaved the same way but especially my best friend when I was young was, if anything, worse than I was at putting off going or having accidents because we were having too much fun to interrupt. So I found too even at a very early age (and again long before there was any sexual component) that I liked watching him hold his pee or wet his pants. I was just fascinated by it for some reason. Anyway, I eventually outgrew the putting off my bathroom needs thing (though probably later than I should have!) but somehow kept the desire to get desperate and wet my pants intentionally or watch others do the same. This "matured" into a full blown fetish probably in high school as I discovered there were other people like me and here we are all these years later. It's pretty much been some part of me since about as long as I can remember. It took a while but through sites like this I've grown accepting of this facet of my self as well whereas I was more troubled/ashamed when I was younger.