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  1. Do you like spooky stories? I do. But in the same way I like spicy food, I know that there are risks. Sometimes I get so involved in reading horror stories I manage to actually spook myself - you know the feeling? When you're worried that, at any moment, something scary's gonna happen? Well - I managed to induce that in myself tonight. I'd been up until...about 3am I think? Just reading horror stories online. A couple creepy-pastas, some urban legends, watched some horror videos - in fact I've really dived into that whole analogue horror thing. You know the type, with VCRs and old TV recordings. The video that seemed to spook me most was Local58's video, Weather Service. It's really well done - and if you like horror, I fully recommend it - the whole channel really. I'd watched it right before noticing that it was already 3am on a sunday night - right before a 9am lecture the next day. Lying here now in bed, I'm sort of realising that horror's not the best idea - especially on a rainy night. Alone. In a relatively new flat. That line - DO NOT LOOK AT THE MOON. That gave me chills the second I saw it. I knew then that I might have overdone it on the horror for the night. And now...I need the loo. Before getting into bed I'd closed the curtains, and I'm a little embarassed to say I made a point of not looking at the moon again. I knew it was a full moon too, as if it needed to be any spookier. Though by this time I'm sure you wouldn't be able to see it, it's raining gently outside. Now, lying in bed and hoping I can get some amount of sleep before class and facing away from the window (Yes I know, I'm a wuss, thank you), I'm realising that I shouldn't have had so much tea. Don't tell me tea will keep me awake by the way - it doesn't. I don't know why, but it never has. Hell, too much of it makes me tired. It might be warm in bed, but I don't feel too comfortable. Not just my increasingly noticeable bladder, but mentally too. Noises are making me jump - the wind, my flatmate in the kitchen, people in the street, or that cursed railway just outside. I'd - and don't tell anyone this - I'd made a literal yelping sound when a freight train had gone past barely minutes ago, and I'd pulled the covers up just a little closer to my nose. Perhaps I should have left the light on - it's a lot scarier in the dark. There's...something ghostly by my door. Am I seeing things or...oh no, that's just my coat. I don't usually leave that there. But then I also don't usually get this spooked either. My bladder's become an issue though...It's full. Not just a bit full, but I'm lying in bed, one hand holding the blanket to my face, the other one wedged between my legs, squashed between the fabric of my PJ shorts. I'm twisting my hips under the covers, trying to make myself more comfortable, trying to deny how bad it is. I can make it to the morning, I'm sure - I just need to fall asleep. I've never wet the bed before, and I'm not going to start now. I hope. Or I should say - I've never wet the bed in my sleep. No I will not be going into detail. But...lying here right now? I know I won't be able to get to sleep. I have to use the toilet, and it's getting worse. Normally lying down makes it a bit easier. And besides, I've got to bed with a fairly full bladder a number of times. The bathroom's only outside my door anyway, and there's a spare one upstairs. One time, before I'd moved to the flat for university - back home in other words - I'd managed to make it through the whole night after going to sleep with a decently full bladder. I'd woke up the next morning - I think because of how bad I had to pee, because it was earlier than I usually wake up - then tried making it to the toilet. After, you know, spending a good ten minutes on twitter. I did have to get out of bed because of how bad it was...but then my brother had been in the shower, we didn't have a second bathroom...I panicked, went back into my room. And then by the time he'd got out, I didn't need to use the toilet any more. Instead I needed to use the washing machine and some carpet cleaner. I...really should get up and pee. I can feel the solid lump of bladder with my wrist - I'm having to be careful how I hold myself. My hand is pushed into my body with my arm at an awkward angle cause if I bash it against my belly - Ow! Yeah, like that - I know it's just gonna get worse. And...it's getting worse. Every minute, it gets worse. The pressure inside, like a whole ocean being held back by a shaky dam. The bathroom's only out side, like I say, but... I can't get out of bed! I can't - I'm...spooked. Too scared. Don't laugh! Every noise is putting me on edge, my eyes are darting around, trying to find the source each time. After the initial jump, I can usually tell what it was - maybe the drier in the kitchen (I don't know who does laundry at 3am. Strike that. I have done and will probably do so again), or the outside world, or...that one's another train. You should hear it with the window open... I did try getting out of bed. I'd slid one leg out from the covers...only to retract it when I heard some other noise. And my leg got cold. Also...because I was too scared to put it on the floor. What if the boogyman grabbed it!? Yeah - I know there won't really be one...but my mind keeps going 'but what if there is? Or if there's someone in the hallway? Or - worst of all - what if there are spiders!' Just the thought makes me screw my eyes up and snuggle down deeper into the covers...but once I get still again all I can feel is my bladder. Well, that and scared. But...mostly my bladder now, I have to be honest. There's no way I'll be getting to sleep moving around like this - my legs are writhing under the covers in a pedalling like I'm on some desperate unicycle. I can't bring my legs up too high though - the pressure just gets worse. I'm starting to hurt my hand from the pressure exerted by each thigh, pushing my fingers inward. I tried putting my hand in a fist, but it doesn't hold as well - you know? No, right now I need all my fingers on the front line...cause I think I'm gonna lose this battle. It's really starting to get to be too much though...I can feel sweat beads forming on my head, and I can hardly breath normally and...oh no. I just felt...you know those shivers you get? Like when you really have to go? Those shivers are usually my wake up call if I'm playing a game, or reading something - they mean I have mere minutes to get up and to a toilet. They mean that using the toilet will feel great - but they mean I have...minutes maybe. I let out an unintentional moan. It's too hard to hold it, I have to get up and go! Again, my leg slides from under the covers and into the cold night air. The sound of rain against the window glass is becoming increasingly loud...just like...in the movies. Oh god. I can't do it - I can't get out of bed! It's always on rainy nights that something really scary happens! My mind flashes back to the videos I'd watched earlier that day. The image of Nature's Mockery - a sort of monster from the youtube channel Gemini - flashed through my mind. The long tendrils...the unnatural movements...the noises. What if there was one outside? My leg slides back under the pillows, and it's like my bladder knew there and then that I wasn't getting up. A second shiver - something I don't often feel - something I'd felt when my brother was in the shower. It really was now or never. I can feel my bladder even now - it's like the contents are getting ready to move. I can feel it pulsing slightly...I can feel it sticking out in my belly. I know if I looked down I'd even be able to see it - but I daren't move the covers too much, in case I make myself too visible...I really need to stop watching horror before bed! It's getting too much now. The sweat is running off my forehead in beads and onto my pillow. I'm whimpering audibly, and I can hardly move my legs any more than rhythmically tensing my thighs and hoping...Oh no. The first...leak. It seeps out of me and I can feel it immediately on my fingers. The fabric of my shorts changes texture and warms up suddenly. A bead of...I don't want to admit it - A bead of urine runs down my cheek and onto the matress. I moan again, clenching the blanket with my free hand. I have to get up now, I have to get out of bed now. But...I can't. I gaze longingly at the door - worried that it could open at any second. I - OH GOD WHAT WAS THAT NOISE It...It's my flatmate going back into their room. My body ran cold the second I heard his door opening - there's no way I can get out of bed! But...If I don't... Another bead has escaped me, following the same path as the first. Again I feel it push through between my middle and index finger, coating them with a short-lived warmth that then trails onto my matress. Now I can feel the texture of the matress beneath my backside. It's infinitely harder to hold now - my body's already begun to weaken, the dam holding the river back is beginning to crack...and I can't stop breathing so loudly! Each breath comes with it's own little moan - even biting into the blanket isn't helping now. I screw my eyes up tighter than ever and prepare for the inevitable...But I won't be letting it go. No, I'll hold to the last moment. My last stand against - T-that! I hear a high-pitched squeak come out my mouth as my bladder just...tenses! It's doing it's own thing now! I-I-I didn't tell it to do that! It's - It's doing it again! Oh no, oh no no no... Hng! Something warm spurts out of me. The rain outside begins to die down a little now, but the rain inside...it's just beginning. It's just one...spurt - but it feels like so much more. My shorts immediately heat up and begin to cling to my skin between my legs. The tiny wet patch of matress feels suddenly warmer and larger...and I felt the whole spurt just go through my fingers like I was washing my hands. And then the rain stops. It falls silent, aside from my shallow and rapid breathing, accompanied by the occasional moan. Once again I can feel my bladder getting ready to pulse, and then - No! I - Stop it! It's not stopping! No no NO NO NO NONONO! Pee begins erupting out of me - erratically surging and dropping in pressure as I fight back with every inch of strength I can muster up. Without the rain I can hear the hiss, hear the trickle! I can feel the jet as it surges into my palm through the fabric of my shorts. Each breath I draw in sees the stream surge in strength, as if the air entering my lungs is pushing directly onto my bladder! I have to stop it! I have to hold it! I push my fingers against myself and strain my muscles to hold back! And...it works! The stream stops. The air falls silent again. I can feel tears lining the bottom of my eyes...and a different warm fluid coating my hand. I draw one leg up and hear my shorts squish. For a brief moment...it's fine. I'm wide awake now, eyes staring dead ahead at my door. If I get up now it won't be too bad, right? A little wet spot on my shorts, a little wet spot on the bed...and my flatmate seems to have gone quiet. The drier's still rumbling in the kitchen down the hallway, mind you. I...I think that's making it so much more unsettling. Dorcelessness? Why has that word come into my - oh. It was another video - Thalasin - striking my memory at the worst time possible...the sunken face, the fact the music had stopped in the video once the image had come up...I can't shake the feeling I'll walk into...that...outside my room. What if I opened the door and he was just stood there!? Or worse - the Loric face? That slit of a mouth... I couldn't get up now. I was too shook. At least I was safe and warm in bed...but my bladder tinged again and I knew it was about to get a whole lot warmer. What else could I do now? I knew I couldn't make it through the night (evidenced by my warm, warm fingers), but at the same time, I couldn't even bring myself to get out of bed. I have to find another solution - and quickly, before my bladder realises I'm ignoring it's warnings. I dart my eyes around the room, looking for something - anything - to use as...an emergency receptical....a toilet. Maybe I should have left a gap in the curtains - just enough to let in the moonlight in - No way! That video told me not to even look at it! Sure, I know it's fiction but right now I'm too scared to not consider the possibility that it's real! No - I strain my eyes harder and look for something. My teacup? Nah, too small - and I drink out of that. My teapot? Nah, I drink out of that too. There's...a red bull can on the floor. One of the large ones too - I've found my saviour! Ack! No! Not now! My bladder's pulsing again - I've identified a 'toilet' - just hold a second or two more! ...It's like it heard me. It stops pulsing. I open my eyes again and lock them on the can. It's just across my room, on the floor beneath my chair - don't judge, your room's probably a mess too. I just need to get up and get it. Just...gotta do that. Just get out of bed. Why...why am I not doing that? The sound of wind outside breaks the relative silence and makes me freeze up entirely - ceasing the jiggling that my whole body appears to be engaged in. The wet patch on the matress is starting to cool now too, though my clenched thighs and hand are keeping my shorts warm. My bladder seems to pick up on my sudden fear and refusal to move...and I can feel it getting ready to squeeze again. I...I know what's coming. I look over to the can longingly once more, then gently shut my eyes and take a deep breath. I'm going down fighting. The first pulse. I moan a little as my muscles begin to move of their own accord. I manage to hold it back, but I can already feel the second on the way. My eyes begin to clench tighter and I push my fingers more firmly against myself. The second pulse is coming...coming...It's here! Another moan breaks through the silence, and this time my fingers warm up once again. I can feel my inner muscles making the familiar movements that would normally occur on a plastic seat over a porcelain bowl and with intent...but right now there's no intent - only protest. And yet the muscles are still trying. The second pulse ends and I whimper again, biting onto my blanket. The third's already on it's way...I can feel it comING! I hear myself whimper - loudly this time! But more importantly - I feel a hot surge of liquid erupt through my fingers! T-this pulse isn't dying down either, in fact it's - !!!! It's getting worse! A sharp hissing breaks the silence - now continuously - as my bladder becomes it's own master and begins to empty itself with fury! It feels like a tap on full blast into my open palm, pushing pee through my fingers, through my shorts, down my thighs and...into my matress. A sort of 'eeeeeeeep' sound comes out my face as I try fruitlessly to stop the actual jet of warmth currently pushing into my palm...But it's no use now. I try to open my eyes, just in time for my back to take a humungous shiver of relief as I lose all control over my bladder. Pee is now just pouring out of me and into my bed. I can feel it's warmth coursing over my buttocks and soaking into the matress below with a very audible trickling sound. My whimpers begin to slow and become more like sighs as I let my bladder do it's thing, letting my legs and hand go limp as fresh urine washes over them. With my nose under the blanket, I can already smell the steam dispersing. It's not too strong - I'm well hydrated. Part of the problem, I suppose. I let my hand fall away from my groin and into the puddle now blossoming around my hips. The side of my shorts has soaked up pee like it was a sponge, and now I can feel it spreading upwards and soaking into my pumpkin pattern tee-shirt. Pee is cascading down my legs still, carving a consistent path behind me and over my backside - or more accurately, half of my backside. The contrast is...noticeable, to say the least. The puddle is growing fast around me, I can feel it's surface rising and spreading - first my hips were immersed, then slowly upwards and downwards. Going upwards I feel it soaking my back, reaching up higher and higher until I feel the warmth around my ribcage and elbow. The hand once holding it all back was slowly being swallowed whole as the puddle begins rising above my fingers, submerging the tips entirely. Going downward is of course my thigh, gradually soaking it further down until my knee touches the wet, warm surface. Even before it did though, I could feel the steam underneath the blanket swirling around - warming not just my sides, but my belly, my other leg, and soon my whole body below the neck. The rain picks up again and the trickling becomes less noticeable...I draw my hand out of the puddle and it joins the other, holding my blanket to my face. It - unsurprisingly - smells like pee. Which is still pouring out of my body and showing no signs of slowing down. Having a large bladder - sometimes it's a pain. Rarely, but sometimes. Right now, for example, I know that it's going to - wait, no it's already there. I can feel my hair pull ever so slightly as it begins to soak in...pee. My ginger curls take to the puddle like they were trying to drink it. I can feel beneath my shoulder - as the puddle begins to reach even that far - My usually wavy hair getting warm and losing their usual volume. I've stopped moaning by now - the shock and relief have worn off a little. The initial surge of relief had hit me like a brick on the head. The warm shiver up my back had left a fuzzy, warm feeling throughout my body. That feeling was being replaced now by a more literal warmth - though only on one side. Even having regained my senses though, I'm not going to make any effort to stop. Afterall, the matress is already...you know. Soaked. Like the person in it. The wind outside picks up again...and I can't help but feeling, even with pee still coursing out of my body, that I made the right choice. The rock that was once my bladder is soft once again, but by no means is it near empty. I open my eyes and look forward, deliberately choosing now to continue emptying my bladder. The soft trickle beneath the blankets is...surprisingly relaxing, and I'm starting to feel sleepy. Although that could be where I'm exhausted from holding in the ocean that is now soaking up into my pillow. I have to move my head up a little to keep it off my chin. The rain outside is getting stronger and stronger...and...I don't know how to explain this - it's really, really cosy. Not just the rain...the...well all of it. The relief that swamped over me, the hot puddle that's still lapping against my skin and jammies as it continues to grow in all directions. The rain outside - already a cosy thing to me usually - is just making me...so.......happy? Happy. It's....sooooooooooo nice. Wow. Warm. It's still going, a-hah...Weaker now, a little - what was that sound? Oh no...There's...not enough bed. For my puddle. It's, uh, pouring over the edge...onto the carpet. I can hear it pitter-pattering...now streaming a little. I just hope I left my shoes away from the end of the bed. I stretch out one leg - the one already in the puddle - to try and feel how far downward the puddle's gone. No use - my foot's already wet - I'm probably just making footprints on the bottom. It's...a bit gross. To think that it's pee that I'm lying in, especially because...I'm, uh...so comfy. I shouldn't feel this relaxed, right? I feel like I've had a back rub - I feel relaxed and at ease, like all the stress is melting away. Or, I suppose pouring out. A clap of thunder rips into the night silence...and I hardly even react. I simply...feel great. All the fear in my body must have escaped with the pee - because I feel at ease now. My bladder's begining to slow down now - the stream had been going directly against the fabric of my shorts (except for a break-away stream I could feel cascading against the bottom of my, er, bottom). Now it was tickling me as it poured directly onto my inner-thigh...and now it's stopped, merely trickling out of me. I can feel a lazy grin carving it's way across my face. I can't tell if my face is getting warm because I'm blushing or if there's just steam wafting over it. I...I don't really care, to be honest. The little trickle has come to an end, and now the puddle is beginning to seep into the matress, lowering the water-level. I can immediately feel the skin get colder as the pee drains away and into the matress beneath me. I let out a very, very contented sigh. I'm almost disapointed now that it's over. I relax my whole body and sink into the matress - it's fabric coming to greet my wet skin like a kiss. Heeh, a ha. Man. I pull my blanket against my breast - not my chin like before. The fear's gone and only comfort remains. Just...don't think about it being...you know, pee. Bodily waste. Gross, yeah - don't think about that. Just enjoy the warmth. Haaah... I let my still wet hand back under the blanket and it finds it's way between my legs again. I bite my lip gently and...tell my bladder to push. The warmth rushes back to greet my fingers once more for a few seconds, like a kiss goodbye from that comfy, comfy experience. My shorts wash over warm once again and I giggle. It's sooooooo comfy in this bed now...I just want to...push my fingers against my shorts. And rub...just a little. Mmm, yeah - that's....nice.... * * * I know where you think that's going. Sorry to disapoint - but I was just too comfy to carry that out. Before I'd built up any effort I found myself passed out. When I woke up my hand was inside my shorts, still damp but far colder than I remembered. What had been so cosy the night before had become quite chilly now, save where my body had been lying still and keeping the heat. The morning light that was being cast through my thin curtains was glistening against my whole body when I threw off the blanket - which hadn't escaped un-wetted either. Luckily the fear that had kept me in bed had gone now. In fact I felt a bit silly. I sat myself up, cross legged, and admired the sheer size of the wet patch I'd...semi deliberately left on my bed. It was cast almost top to bottom - over the bottom, never quite reaching beyond my pillow. My still wet hair clung to my neck and back. My shorts were clinging to my skin - my shirt too clung to one half of me like a hug that goes on too long. The smell...wasn't so bad as I expected it to be. Almost pleasant in it's mildness - yeah it's weird, shut up. At least I didn't need to pee when I woke up like most mornings. No, I was going to choose to do that this time. I don't know why I chose to go in the bed again...
  2. Recently we have had the worst heat wave. It went for four days with temperatures all above 40c . The nights were terrible, I couldn't even wear diapers, it was simply too hot and sticky . Now I know just how reliant I have become on diapers at night. I just wore my short satin pjs without a top . I hate sleeping nude alone. For the first two nights, I spent some much time waking and going to the toilet . I had drunk so much water trying to stay hydrated and now it was all coming back to bite me. How I missed wearing diapers and the freedom of being able to wee whenever I got the urge, sometimes barely waking to do so. I hardly slept and tossed and turned trying to get comfortable even with the ceiling fan running . By the third night I was tired, frazzled and exhausted . I put my pjs on and flopped on my bed, hoping to get some sleep before my bladder woke me for my now annoying ritual trudge to the toilet . I awoke to a strange cooling sensation around my bum. Still groggy I felt around in the dark, my pjs were soaked and I was so sure it wasn't sweat !! I had wet the bed !!! The ceiling fan was now cooling my pee soaked bed and pjs , I lay for a moment while I considered what to do . Finally I got up had a quick shower, put on a pair of dry knickers, moved to Matt's side of the bed and attempted to go back to sleep. By morning my sheets had dried. I smelt my sheets and could hardly notice any pee smell present so me being a bit lazy left them on. The fourth night of enduring our record heatwave, my bladder had semi woken me again . Half thinking I still wearing diapers I relaxed and starting peeing . OMG.......... I woke with a start now realising I was again wetting my bed . I was simply beyond caring, I had to change my sheets in the morning anyway so I just gave up and wet my bed. It was actually quiet a nice sensation of warm wee, then waiting for the fan to cool my soaking satin pjs on my bum, but how I long for some nice cool nights so I can snuggle in a pee warm diaper again
  3. *some nudity* (boobies)🙈 So the other night, me and my bf had some pee fun and we filmed a video of me wetting myself all over his lap in bed which felt amazing!! 😍 Naturally I was super horny after this, we were still chilling in the wet bed, I really wanted to watch him wet himself too. His boxers were already soaked from my full bladder that I released all over him earlier. So after I asked, he let me feel him and touch him as he slowly wet his boxers. Of course I wanted him to film it too as I love watching our naughty videos when I'm horny 😏 I feel lucky to have a supportive partner who indulges my kinky fantasies like this ❤ Heres a few screenshots 😋 Any other girls (or guys) love feeling a guy wet himself like this? It always makes me feel excited when I feel the pee slowly trickle out thought his boxers and my fingers when he's hard like that. Yum! Heres the video for anyone who wants to watch 😋 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph6107a83ddb372
  4. Hi all, happy October! This is my first omotober story, inspired by suggestions from @Racergirl1404 and @Bi Omo Guy. The second story is going to be related to this one, featuring the same character. I hope you all like it! It was a cold, October night. Outside of Lena’s house, on the quiet street below, orange leaves drifted invisibly along the dark street, picked up by the intermittent gusts of wind whistling through the neighborhood. Sodium streetlights softly glowed, casting their light onto the sidewalk below. A gentle rain drizzled overhead, pitter-pattering on the roof above Lena’s attic room. Lena was sleeping soundly in her bed, laying on her back beneath the thick, warms layers of her quilt and comforter. Her large headboard was a bright pink color, just like the door to her bedroom. On her bedside table, several books were stacked on top of each other. Lena would often stay up into the late hours of the night reading them, getting lost in the fantasy worlds within their pages. Bookish and smart, Lena was reserved and shy. She was content to keep to herself, read her books, and live a peaceful live. At 18 years old, she was nearly finished with high school, both excited and apprehensive about going to college. Excited because of her passion for learning, but apprehensive because of what she called her “particular logistics” of living with a roommate. Although somewhat reserved and shy about most matters of her life, Lena guarded one secret closer than all others: at her age, she had never quite outgrown her night-time toilet troubles. Lena wet her bed around three nights each week, causing her to awaken with a sense of great embarrassment. Only her close family and one close friend knew about her nightly struggle to stay dry. Even her younger step-sister had recently overcome her night-time difficulties before her. Lena had tested a variety of treatments to combat her bedwetting from a young age, but nothing had seemed to work in the long-term. Each evening, she stopping drinking water past seven at night, went to the bathroom at least twice before going to sleep, and put on her “special night-time underwear” as her stepmother had so gently put it. She wore Goodnites, which were not diapers, after all. They were for big girls, and sometimes big girls have accidents, too. For a brief time, her stepmother had even suggested that she wear ordinary cotton panties beneath her special underwear, for the purpose of “being able to know when she was starting to have an accident.” It didn’t work very well at all, more often than not leading to excessive leaking that simply resulted in wet sheets, underwear, and Goodnites. Of course, her mattress was protected by a loud, crinkling waterproof sheet. Just below her body was an absorbent mat, just in case her Goodnite did not hold up. When that short-lived solution failed to work, Lena was introduced to the current bane of her existence, the act of war against her peaceful sleep: her moisture-sensitive alarm. A small sensor was attached on the inside of her Goodnite, waiting to sense her bladder’s embarrassing mistake. The sensor was connected to a wire which led to a loud, beeping speaker clipped onto the shoulder of her pajama shirt. Lena found herself deep in a dream. It was a frightening memory of her recent past, where she had reluctantly agreed to go with her friends to a haunted house. She had become separated from her peers, lost in a maze of mirrors and smoke. A mechanical revving sound echoed through the maze, putting her on edge. Out of the corner of her eye, Lena saw a shadowy figure carrying what seemed to be a chainsaw. She could feel him getting closer and closer, unsure of where to look or where to go next. Out of nowhere, the figure approached, chainsaw revving loudly in his large, clawed hands. At the mere sight of this monster, Lena couldn’t control herself. She began to leak uncontrollably, unable to stop the warm dribbles of urine entering her soft panties. The figure began to roar loudly, but its voice wasn’t what she expected. At first, it sounded like a wolf, but the noise morphed into a rhythmic, beeping screech. The loud beeps from the alarm sounded like a microwave that had finished cooking. Lena was startled awake immediately, feeling the cold grip of fear overtake her body. Unfortunately, the grip of fear wasn’t entirely cold. The alarm had gone off after a few drops of urine had already escaped and the startling alarm noise had caused her to let a spurt loose in her pullup before Lena had the chance to abruptly clamp down. As soon as this revelation hit, Lena slammed her hands into her crotch in a desperate bid to halt the flow. The plastic layer of her pullup crinkled in her grip as the padding rubbed her privates. Not much pee had escaped, but she desperately needed to use the toilet. With one hand still holding herself, Lena used the other to press the large button on the alarm. Its beeping ceased, allowing her to process what had happened. She shook herself out of the dream, trying to calm down. However, the more she woke up, the more badly she realized she had to go. Immediately, she pushed the covers aside and stood up, swinging her long legs rapidly over the pink, protective bedmat. Her pajama pants were soft and pink, with flower patterns over the legs. For the top, she wore a cropped t-shirt which fit tightly over her breasts. Despite her best efforts to secure her pajama bottoms high on her waist, they still dropped to their intended height, accidentally revealing a rather embarrassing purple plastic waistband and a dull, gray wire leading into the front of her pants. Lena stood up and crossed her legs, still trying to wake up. Cursing herself for having too much to drink before bed, she shambled to the corner of the room. The cold wooden floor seemed to add more stress to her aching bladder, adding to her existing struggle even more. She doubled over, doing a kind of potty-dance in place as she tried to get better control of herself. She managed to slip into her cute, pink slippers. Feeling practically at her limit, Lena had resolved to give up all sense of dignity in the name of dryness. She shifted rapidly from one foot to the other, trying to contain the ocean of pee inside of her. She reasoned that having an accident in this state would lead to leaks. Clutching her privates tightly, Lena opened the door to her room and crept into the hallway. She heard her father and stepmother shifting underneath their sheets, then blushed in embarrassment. Her bedwetting alarm was set to the highest volume in order to wake her up properly, which had the undesired side-effect of broadcasting news of her accident throughout the entire house. After getting better control over herself, Lena hurried down the stairs. Each step triggered desperate thoughts, making her feel overwhelmed. About halfway down the steps, Lena heard something that gave her a sinking feeling in her chest and a throbbing feeling in her bladder. It was the unmistakable sound of water running in the shower, hitting the porcelain surface of the tub. Lena didn’t have time to wonder why the hell her step-sister was taking a shower at such an early hour of the morning. It didn’t matter. She just needed to get into the bathroom immediately, or risk having an embarrassing accident. She jogged to the bathroom door, one hand clamping down on her privates, her legs continuing to bounce up and down. She knocked on the door with her other hand, softly at first as to not wake her father and stepmother. Lena’s stepsister Hannah was humming to herself in the shower. The sound of water pouring from the showerhead was almost too much for Lena to bear. She started to knock harder, trying to alert Hannah to her predicament. Hannah stopped humming suddenly and loudly asked “What?” through the door. “Can you let me in, please? I really need to pee.” Lena said desperately, squirming and slamming her thighs together on the other side. “What’s that? I can’t hear you over the water?” Hannah replied, her voice muffled through the door. Lena spoke up more: “I really need to pee! It’s an emergency, can you please let me in?” Hannah, still struggling to hear over the sound of water and through the thick wooden door, replied again with “Can you just wait until I’m done in here? I’ll be quick.” Lena’s heart sank. What else was she supposed to do? She was deathly scared to go pee outside; she always had difficulty with popping a squat. She decided to wait it out, since at least Hannah knew she was out here. Lena wished their house had more than one bathroom. This was the closest call yet. Continuing to squirm and shuffle uncontrollably, Lena struggled more and more to hold it in. Half of a minute felt like five to her aching bladder, but she didn’t want to wake her parents or bother her stepsister even more. A few minutes ticked by, passing slower and slower. Lena was desperate and now fully awake, but found it difficult to think straight anymore. She grit her teeth, doubled over as her throbbing bladder threatened to burst any second. The drip-drip-dripping of the shower did nothing to help the matter, only cementing the fact that Lena was going to have an accident any minute. As she squirmed around, her pullup crinkled underneath her rustling clothes. Lena blushed, the reality just setting in that her stepsister was about to glimpse her pullup. For a second, she considered removing the garment and slipping her pajamas over it, but thought better, since any distraction might cause leaks and spurts. At long last, she heard the flow of the shower slow and stop. As Hannah turned the squeaky knob shut, the sounds of water ceased, causing Lena to hope for the best. Holding back a flood, she tightened her resolved and summoned the patience required to wait. Lena thought then that whenever Hannah emerged, she would rocket past and reach the toilet. She knocked frantically at the door, no longer caring if she woke up the entire neighborhood with her thunderous pounding. “Please, I really have to go pee! Let me in, I’m about to have an accident!” Lena blushed at the admission, but it had essentially slipped out. She could no longer contain herself, and didn’t care at that moment about catching Hannah while she was naked. She briefly freed her hand from her crinkling crotch to rapidly twist the doorknob, but, to her dismay, it was locked. “Just give me a second! You can hold it!” Hannah yelled through the door. She was audibly annoyed, but that wasn’t going to stop Lena from getting to the toilet in time. Lena’s legs were shaking, almost buckling from the pressure built up inside of her. She knew that she could not feasibly hold on much longer, and that the leaks and dribbles would start again in very short order. After what felt like an eternity, Hannah finally opened the door. Hannah was in the nude, her body only covered by a small towel. “Ohthankgod” Lena muttered, stepping towards the door. Hannah stepped out of the way, adding a sarcastic “Here you go.” as she did so. Lena stepped towards the toilet, unable to even close the door behind her. Lena’s legs felt like gelatin, shaking and desperately trying to apply pressure to her bursting bladder. As she got closer to the toilet, the sight was actually too much. Part of her thought that she had made it, causing her to slip just a little bit. “No, no no no!” Lena muttered to herself, but it was too late. Still trying to hold on, some drops of pee eventually did escape from her body. She felt the dribbles leave, clenching with all of her might to stop the flood. She stood directly in front of the toilet, doubled over. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Blaring in her ears, Lena’s alarms was tripped by the little leaks. Once again, she was startled, instantly letting loose a spurt into her Goodnite. Except this time, Lena was futile in stopping it. The flow rapidly increased to a steady leak before she had any time to react. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Before long, Lena felt the warmth of her pullup swelling rapidly, absorbing the torrent of pee incident on the absorbent padding. Her privates were now a geyser of pee, which flooded the pullup quickly. It puffed up and sagged below her vagina as more urine crept up in the front and back. Briefly, her thoughts turned to the wetness indicator, which must surely have faded within seconds. All the while, the steady beeping of the alarm persisted, still trying to wake her up from a wet dream. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! There was no use holding back now. Lena let it all loose, standing up straight and letting out a sigh of relief. The sensation of warmth spreading against her pussy was too much to handle. The relief was total, seeming to emanate throughout her entire body. She could do nothing to stop it. The only thing she could do was quickly pull the gray cord out of the alarm box to shut it off. In the absence of the loud beeping, Lena could hear the hiss of her pee as it soaked her Goodnite. Her inundated padding eventually couldn’t manage the river of piss from inside of her. At both of the legs, urine began leaking directly into her cotton pajamas, making a distinctive wetness stain. The crotch of her pajamas was relatively dry, but warmth spread down her legs, leaking profusely. Lena’s stream gradually came to a stop when her bladder had totally emptied itself. First, it slowed to a trickle as the stream came close to her feet and slippers. It finally stopped, leaving Lena in a state of shock. She had been staring at the toilet this entire time, desiring relief but never expecting to find it in the manner she had. She looked down at herself to inspect the damage. The front of her pullup was swollen and bulky, still warm from her pee. The stains on her inner thighs glistened briefly before the cotton absorbed her pee. The next thing Lena looked at made her blush profusely. She hadn’t closed the door, and her stepsister was still standing outside of it in complete silence. They both blushed deeply, totally unsure of what to say or do. Eventually, Hannah said “Ummmm… sooo...” Lena, still speechless, stood in shock. To her horror, she heard the sound of her stepmother’s footsteps clamoring down to the floor below. She was about halfway down the stairs when she asked “What’s going on here?” Hannah replied immediately: “It’s nothing, go back to sleep.” “Was that the smoke alarm?” Lena finally gathered the courage to speak up. “Yes, I microwaved a fork, sorry!” Lena’s stepmother seemed happy enough with that answer, mumbling and heading back to bed. After a moment of silence, Lena said “Thanks, Hannah. Please, please, please don’t mention this.” Hannah, always the supportive stepsister, replied “Don’t worry about it. You secret is safe with me. So long as my secret is safe with you.” “W-what do you mean?” Lena asked. Hannah blushed. “I don’t usually take showers this late anymore.” She looked at something in the corner of the room. It was a small pile of clothes: a t-shirt and a pair of gray panties. Both of them were wet. Lena felt a sense of relief. “You mean…?” she looked at the wet clothes again for confirmation. “It’s OK, Lena. Everyone has accidents.” Hannah said. She smiled at Lena, whose adrenaline was gradually being replaced by tiredness. On top of that, her warm pee was cooling down. “How about you take a shower, then I can take care of our laundry. Lena paused for a moment, tears building in her eyes. “Th-thank you so much.”
  5. How many of you still wet the bed. I do and probably always will.
  6. Look like they're going to have to buy a new futon again, and new floor panels, again.
  7. Geist

    Induced bedwetting

    Flandre pulled a mean prank on her sister, but the outcome might not have been so different even if she didn't
  8. Hi, i'm looking for an IFMS video, with a girl wetting the bed and masturbating, i'm pretty sure it's most likely the first IFMS bedwetting video that get ever posted here but can't find it anywhere Does anyone remember about it ?
  9. I learned about rapid desperation recently and I became curious on the implications of doing rapid l desperation before going to sleep. Do any of you have any knowledge on this topic? I'm interested in trying it but I might be a little bummed if I wake up dry. Any tips for those you have done it? If it's possible?
  10. So lately, I've found I really feel relaxed and happy if I can just wet my panties all day long whenever I feel the urge to pee. I'm not sure why, but it's like the ultimate stress relief after a hard week at work. 😍 Sometimes I'll leave them on all night at the weekend too, then by the morning they are mostly dry. Then I can just wet them all over again 🙈 Anyone else love doing this? Feel free to share your own pictures if you want 💚 I'm all about those lazy, "cant be bothered to go to the toilet" kind of days where you can just wet yourself over and over without any shame! My dream days are where I can have a duvet day, drink lots of water, watch Netflix and just wet myself all day long until I'm soaked!
  11. Its the first time i pee in my bed 20211011_005637.mp4
  12. Hi everyone, I'm just posting this because I want to see what experiences people have with bedwetting. I'm sure a lot of people on here have struggled with wetting their beds in the past, and I especially wonder how you/your parents dealt with it. I personally never really grew out of bedwetting. It's been many years of mixed feelings, wet sheets, and soggy diapers. For a long time, I was too embarrassed to even admit it on omorashi.org, of all places, since I pee the bed (mostly) by accident. In my household, it was always incredibly shameful. My parents supported me, but there was always an undercurrent of disapproval. It was always treated as something exceptionally childish, and not a medical condition that makes me urinate at night. I had many different treatments for wetting the bed. Medications, bedwetting alarms, regular alarms set at 3:00am, not drinking water past a certain time, and many more treatments (including a very strange one where I had to wear panties underneath my goodnite, so that I would "feel it more" when I was wet). When I was younger, I even had a chart to keep track of my night-time accidents. Fortunately, I was spared from anything too humiliating, such as hanging my wet sheets out to dry outside. I was also never spanked for anything, but I'm sure some have been spanked for bedwetting. As a result of the shame, I never wanted to do things like sleepovers, or even want my friends to come over to my house (out of fear they would discover the plastic sheets or the diapers or something else). Let me know your thoughts on the matter,
  13. Stacy squirms in her bed. She mumbles in her sleep and blushes as she grabs her crotch it's a little damp. Stacy starts to dream about waiting in line holding herself, feeling her bladder get fuller by the second. she then falls to the floor grabbing her swollen pussy she starts leaking she moans as she manages to stop herself she looks down at her soaking wet black gym shorts as she can see it dripping off her butt Stacy likes the feeling it's humiliating her she hasn't had an accident since she was 8 she Stacy then heads inside the bathroom Stacy blushes and thinks about how naughty it would be to piss herself in front of the toilet knowing she can make it. Stacy pulls the toilet seat up and smirks as she starts wetting her shorts slightly touching her soaking wet pussy she starts fingering herself while pissing her shorts it's so warm and feels so good she thinks to herself as she falls onto the floor squirting through her shorts she moans then she wakes up. "OH no this is the fourth time this week." Stacy cries feeling her soaking wet bed as Stacy's mom Jane walks in "Awe looks like my little girl had another accident let's get you cleaned up ." Stacy's mother says "Okay mom I'm so sorry please dont make me wear a pull-up again." Stacy cries "Awe honey your gonna need more than a pull-up Let me know if I should do a part to
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