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  1. Big Leak ~•~•~•~ I accept commissions! Dm me for the prices ~•~•~•~
  2. Heyya!! It occurred to me recently that I haven't done a proper wetting in ages...so I changed that today! Hope you all enjoy!! If you're just here for the pee action and don't care about the buildup, jump to paragraph 6! When I got home from work today, I discovered I needed to run to the store for groceries, but really wasn't in the mood for it. I was, however, in the mood for some pee fun so I came up with a compromise: I'd suck it up and go to the store, but with a challenge. I would chug at least two bottles of water before going in and I wasn't allowing myself to use the store restrooms. Suddenly feeling less down about grocery shopping, I changed out of my work clothes and into some tight jeans, a cute white top, and my designated "pee shoes". Not yet sure whether I'd end up wetting or make it back from the store without a drop in my panties, I moved the towel from my car trunk (is it bad that I keep one there for these occasions? ) to my passenger seat as a precaution. Then I grabbed a couple water bottles and set off, intentionally neglecting to visit the toilet beforehand. At about 6:15, I pulled into the store parking lot, cracked open a bottle, and downed it quickly. I was pretty thirsty, so the first went down pretty easily, but I struggled with the second, barely managing to choke down half of it. Nearly feeling nauseous from the sudden bombardment of fluids, I opted to cut my stomach some slack instead of sticking to my original plan. A bottle and a half would have to do. Excited, I climbed out of my car, water slashing around my innards. For the first 30 or so minutes, it didn't feel like a challenge at all. I intentionally stalled a little simply because I was worried I'd finish shopping before having any fun. Not long after, my fears were laid to rest. It was probably about 6:50 when the first inklings of urge were making themselves known. I pushed them to the back of my mind and carried on with my task, humming softly to myself like nothing was unusual. Another 10 minutes and I was at the point where I'd normally excuse myself to the ladies' room for the sake of comfort, but I wasn't aiming to be comfortable today . Seemingly only another five minutes passed and I was shocked at how mercilessly my kidneys were shoveling fluid at my bladder. Beginning to recognize the mistake I'd made in stalling, I picked up the pace, now hoping I'd be able to get out in time! Minutes ticked by and I began to notice myself fidgeting a little. The excitement was building. I felt little bursts of adrenaline, pumped by the speeding thud thud thud of my heart, and I imagined them coinciding with spurts of urine into my quickly-filling bladder. A sense of naughtiness filled me as I looked around at the other shoppers, blissfully unaware of how intensely sensual every pulsating second was. This pushed me even harder. Desperation was on the horizon and I was going to meet it. I stepped into the fruit isle and, after glancing around to ensure nobody could see, danced a little in place, trying to relieve the pressure. It didn't help. Quickly, I loaded my cart, hardly taking the time to consider if I were actually out of what I was buying. Finally, I was finished. I glanced at my watch. 7:20. By then, I hadn't merely met desperation. It consumed me. I raced to the self-check out as quickly as my fluid-overloaded state permitted without leaking all over the floor. My heart dropped when I arrived and saw a small line. By now, I couldn't even conceal my state. I'm sure I either looked like I was going to have a massive anxiety attack and crumple onto the floor in fetal position, or someone more perceptive might accurately guess that I was about to catastrophically explode the contents of my bladder everywhere. When it seemed nobody was looking I discreetly (probably not nearly as discreetly as I hoped) pushed my hand into my crotch, bouncing up and down all the while. Honestly, I probably looked like one of the characters from The Sims when they're desperate! ...Beep. Beep. Beep. Please check your basket and scan additional items now. I wanted to scream! After an eternity--Really only 30 or so seconds. Trust me. I was watching my watch as though it could make a difference--it was my turn. Every tick...tick...tick... of the second hand was drip...drip...drip... into my bladder. I scanned my items furiously, eying the nearby ladies room jealously, wondering if I should just give it up. No. I turned my gaze back to the items I was practically violently throwing into my cart. Beep. Beep. Beep. Please check your bask-- I hit the button before it could finish and ran my card through before it fully processed. Suddenly, I thought I felt a dampness between my legs. Mortified, my heart seized as I looked down and patted myself down there. Nope. Nothing. My mind was playing tricks on me. COME ON. I muttered exasperatedly under my breath, afraid the next time would be real... ...FINALLY. I didn't even remember to grab my receipt. I gripped my cart, fingers turning white, and hobbled as quickly as I could for the exit. The automatic doors could hardly open quickly enough as I barrelled through, my bladder threatening to give out any second. If I can just get to my car. I'm right. there. behind. that. truck... As I staggered to my car, I didn't even have time to make sure I was out of sight. Crying--even now I'm not sure why, whether agony, relief, embarrassment, pleasure, or some divine amalgamation of the four--I threw myself against the driver side door as a flood of warmth gushed between my legs. This time it was real. As I buried my face in my arms and the thick, brunette swaths of my hair, the searing hiss of urine jetting into my instantly-soaked panties tickled my ears. The tantalizing rush teased my lady bits and swiftly overtook my butt. I trembled, resigning myself to the inexorable torrent below. The confines of my panties were no match for the cascades that soon crawled down quivering thighs, carving intricate rivers toward the ocean of pavement. I let out an involuntary moan and shivered, quite separately from the shaking. My knees seemed to give out and I dropped into a squat, still afraid to open my eyes or lift my gaze from the haven of my arms and hair. I silently prayed nobody could see me--or if they could, that they wouldn't dare approach. Meanwhile, the stream of urine now pooling in the butt of my jeans and leaking onto the pavement below with a gentle patter showed little sign of relenting. Adrenaline coursed through me and the sheer beating of my heart seemed to force the pee out. Wiping the tears that soaked my face as thoroughly as the pee soaked my crotch, I opened my eyes to the blurry world, begging for nobody to be witnessing this. Miraculously, nobody was. I had heard the occasional car drive by, but nobody seemed to notice the woman peeing herself between her car and a large truck in the middle of the parking lot. I gave thanks and fell to a sitting position, my bladder stores finally approaching depletion. Sniffling, I looked around and found myself sitting in the midst of a massive puddle, soaked from my crotch to my socks. Still quivering, I smiled weakly to myself, realizing how badly I missed this. Everything finally came to a spurting end...sort of. I was hydrated enough that it seemed to replenish before I could truly finish. Finally I called it good enough and climbed to my knees, the puddle beneath me tinkling gently as I rose. My jeans clung to me jealously, emphasizing nearly every detail of my legs. Then I looked up and realized I'd fully soaked myself without even loading my groceries up... I sat in silence for a brief moment, cursing myself and pondering how to load my car and replace the cart without arousing suspicion with my completely saturated groin, butt, and...well...everything waist-down. With no better option, I wrapped my towel around my waist, no doubt looking completely mental, loaded my car, prayed I wouldn't run into anyone I know, and returned the cart to a nearby rack. Trying to shield my tear-streaked face, I didn't look around at anyone, but I could feel the strange looks as "this crazy lady was walking through the parking lot with a towel around her waist". I returned to my car, emptied my bladder again, a several-second stream rewarming the now-cold crotch of my panties and teasing my ladies bits even more, and climbed into my car, the towel still strategically wrapped around my lower half. By the time I returned to my apartment, I had to pee again. Not nearly as badly of course, but it was definitely there. Sneakily, I pulled in behind the dumpster, where nobody could peek out of a window at me. Quickly, I removed the towel, jumped out, and wet myself yet again. Then I replaced the towel, drove to my usual parking spot, and made a mad dash to my door so I could change before someone could inquire about my ridiculous circumstances. It was tough to restrain myself from tending to things "down there" before bringing my groceries in, but I managed to refrain long enough to get everything in and start up a hot (in more ways than one ) shower.
  3. There is a cute scene of a girl wetting her pants at around 1:33. I thought it would make for some good laughs.
  4. Not too long ago, I had created a topic about bathroom lines in school between classes, as shown here. https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/46836-desperate-girls-bathroom-line-at-school/ I want to try a similar scenario, but tweak it a little. In this new scenario, there is a girl with the name of Emily that is wearing this: A shorts with suspenders with a loose-fitting tee. Something like this: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5OaIhwe8rZs/TJdcU_qXAiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-qW-7e2oKxY/s1600/B5DB4DB6.jpg Factors to consider: I) There are five minutes between classes, and 50 minute class periods. II) Can’t be late, and can’t use the restroom during class (already used up any free tardies and emergency restroom passes, if you even had any in the first place). Next time she is late (or has to use the restroom during class) is a 30 minute detention (or in some cases, a 60 minute detention). III) Asking teacher to use restroom before the bell rings won't work, since she already used up her restroom passes, and will probably only make her later. IV) There are three toilets available in each girls bathroom (and there are three total sets of restrooms in the building, not counting the nurse's restroom or the gym locker rooms). V) There are at least 1,000 students in this school (and at least 500 of them are girls). VI) A girl named Emily needs to use the restroom with a desperation of about 9.5 out of 10 (meaning about as close as you can come to peeing your pants without actually doing so) between third and fourth periods. VII) She arrives at the restroom closest to her next class with about 3 minutes to go before the next class (took here about 2 minutes to get from previous destination to here). VIII) Peeing on the floor, trash can, sink, water bottle, chair, or desk are not allowed. Each girl either pees in a toilet, or can’t make it and pees in her pants. IX) Cutting in line is not allowed, even if those at the front of the line are not as desperate as the ones at the back of the line, because there is a line for a reason, plus no one is allowed to be late. Basically it’s a “first come, first serve” type of queue line, regardless of how desperate you are. However, it is possible that maybe one or more of the girls “gives up” on the situation if she’s not that desperate and figures she can wait another hour, which may in essence make the line a little shorter where Emily has a better chance to pee and get to class on time. But for the purposes of this topic, we’ll assume that is not going to happen. It’s also possible in theory that one or more may only need to apply makeup, which is not really part of the “pee line”. But again, for these purposes, we’ll assume everyone is in line to use one of the three toilets. X) Each girl will need a minimum of one minute of time in the stall before exiting. It may take longer, and may take a lot longer is somebody needs to do #2. But for the purposes of this topic, we’ll assume everyone only has to do #1. XI) There may be a bathroom monitor present, but only to make sure things there is no line cutting, or that nothing gets out of control like horseplay, smoking, stuffing toilets with paper towels, etc. They are not there to write passes for those who are waiting in line to pee. They can let the girls know how much time is left to get to class (like say one minute left), but they don't really force anyone out of the restroom at that point in time, or when the bell rings. XII) This is the way the toilet queue looks with three minutes to go before class, and three toilets in this restroom. A) Girl 1 (Elizabeth)—18 year old senior, desperation about 4 out of 10 (consequence if late—warning_ B) Girl 2 (Brandi)—17 year old senior, desperation about 5 out of 10 (consequence if late—warning) C) Girl 3 (Michelle)—17 year old junior, desperation about 6 out of 10 (consequence if late—warning) D) Girl 4 (Jennifer)—16 year old junior, desperation about 7 out of 10 (consequence if late—warning) E) Girl 5 (Tina)—16 year old sophomore, desperation about 8 out of 10 (consequence if late—30 minute detention) F) Girl 6 (Nicole)—15 year old sophomore, desperation about 8.5 out of 10 (consequence if late—30 minute detention) G) Girl 7 (Tiffany)—15 year old freshman, desperation about 9 out of 10 (consequence if late—60 minute detention) H) Girl 8 (Emily)—14 year old freshman, desperation about 9.5 out of 10 (consequence if late—60 minute detention) Naturally, the ones that really have to pee the worst are the ones that are at the back of the line. So as you can see, the first three or four girls probably could wait another period, but would prefer not to. They are in a position to where they probably have enough time to pee and get to class on time, but can also hold it for another hour if need be. They decide to go ahead and pee now since they have the time to do so (their classes are right near the restroom, and if worse comes to worse, if they are late, they just get a warning because they haven’t been late before), because you don’t know what might happen after the next hour, because their desperation might be closer to a 9 out of 10 by then and then have to deal with a longer line. As a result, the last four girls in line are in a bad situation. These four girls pretty much have to pee within the next 15 minutes or so, which means in essence they need to pee during this particular break. Unfortunately, they don’t have enough time to wait in line, pee, and get to their next class on time, because it was a 5 minute passing period, and there are currently 3 minutes left. Also unfortunate for those girls is that if they are late, they get a 30-minute detention because they may have been late a time or two before (or their teachers have a no tolerance policy on tardies). And they can’t go to the bathroom during class, and clearly can’t wait another hour. This could be the dream scenario for those hoping for an accident, and a nightmarish scenario for those 4 girls involved in that predicament. Now, the first question you might ask, is if the last four girls had to pee that bad, why didn’t they get into the bathroom sooner before the line got so long. Maybe their previous classroom was so far away, and this was the closest restroom they could find and the soonest they could get there. So here are a few questions: Knowing how desperate Emily and the others are to pee and how many girls are ahead of them in line, what should they do? Wait in line, pee, get to class late and receive a 30 (or 60) minute detention (or fight it if they think it’s unfair) Go to class without peeing, and pee all over herself (her pants, seat, or whatever sometime during her next class) Other (remember the line-cutting, peeing on the floor, sink, trash can, or water bottle is not allowed). If she is late and receives a 30 (or 60) minute detention, what should she do about it? Have parents sign it and serve it, and don’t make a bad situation worse. Talk the situation over with her parents, and have them talk to the school administration about the whole mess. Don’t talk to her parents, and don’t serve the detention, and possibly get a misconduct and in-school suspension or Saturday school instead, in which case the parents will have to get involved anyway. Other. If she realizes she doesn’t have enough time to wait in line and get to class on time and decides to try to wait it out, what should she do? Try to hold it as long as possible through her next class, and maybe relieve a little pressure from time to time by peeing in her pants just a little bit at a time and hope the wet spot isn’t too noticeable and that she can get to the bathroom after the next class. Hold it as long as she can, and eventually have a full-blown accident. Miraculously be able to hold it through the whole next period, against all odds, and then start the cycle all over again at the next break. Other. If she does end up peeing her pants because she can’t go to the bathroom, what should she do? Ask to see the nurse. Ask to call home for a change of clothes. Ask to leave school to go home to change clothes (unless it’s the last period of the day, when it’s pointless) Ask to talk to the principal or assistant principal about the situation right then and there. Ask to call her parents about the situation. Other
  5. Hi, anyone know the full name of this girl or any links to other videos of her please? Thanks
  6. Hey everyone!! ...so this is probably the most embarrassing moment of my entire life up to now. Looking back, I'm not sure whether I should be crazy turned-on or too ashamed to ever show my face in public again . At the moment, I'm feeling the "crazy turned-on" half, so I figured I'd share it before I get cold feet again because, if nothing else, it at least makes for a fun story! Paragraph 4 is where the pee action happens if you're not interested in the build up! It recently snowed a fair amount where I live. I'm personally not much of one for the cold, but I love being active too much to let a perfectly good day off go to waste, so I decided to hit the local trails and get a few miles in. Figuring I needed to stay well-hydrated anyway, I decided to reward my mental fortitude of bearing the cold with a fun wetting. About 30 minutes before I headed out for my run, I started downing enough water to be well-hydrated, but not enough to feel bloated or overloaded. Then, I headed over to my room to pick out what I wanted to soak. My customary wet run gear is a dark skirt so I can discreetly let the pee run down my thighs or fall between my legs without anyone knowing. With it being below freezing, however, there was no way I was going out in that. Instead, I opt for some tights. As I was digging through my drawer, it dawned on me: Nobody around here goes out in the snow. The trails will be totally deserted. I can wet whatever I want and it'll be no big deal! I tossed aside my dark tights and dug up a pair of light gray ones that I've never run in because they show sweat too easily. I've always wanted to do a super-visible "public" wetting, but have never found an opportunity to do so without a virtual guarantee of being caught. I grinned mischievously as I put them on and admired how they hugged my butt and thighs. Then I threw on a sports bra, a purple sweatshirt, and a cute purple headband to keep my ears warm. I took a glance at my watch, drank a little more water, and headed out! The frosty air hugged my skin even tighter than my pants. I shivered as I dashed to my car, careful not to slip on any ice that may be lying in wait. Proud of myself for not face-planting in the parking lot, I fumbled my keys into the ignition and drove off. The roads were a little slick, but not terrible--just enough to ensure practically nobody was out, just as I hoped. Within 20 minutes, I was pulling up to the trails. I couldn't quite get my car up the hill to the parking lot, so I parked next to the road and made the rest of the trek on foot. My bladder was just beginning to become vocal. Again, the chill of the air nipped at my body maliciously, but I shrugged it off, knowing that I would soon have my body heat to keep me comfortable...along with a little something warm between my legs . I look around for signs of anyone else. There were no cars and no tracks. As far as I could see, it was totally deserted. I felt a surge of excitement, which kickstarted me into a run. I ran out for about a mile and a half and turned back because, by then, I needed to pee--badly. I wanted to wet in the snow, but I didn't want to be out long enough for the urine to become unbearably cold. The trails were slippery and, in some areas, fairly tough to locate even though I know them well. This made my progress slow. By the time I made it back to the edge of the woods, I was nearly bursting. For the last 100 meters, I had my hand vehemently shoved into my crotch, as if I could plug the inevitable torrent of fluid. I was dancing up and down, side-to-side more than I was making progress forward when I cleared the woods. Every step and every bounce sent spasms through my body. I half expected to start gushing pee from my ears! My body was begging for relief, but I made it wait just long enough to step off of the trail head into some undisturbed snow. At that moment, I relaxed my muscles and, within seconds, the full might of the Amazon river was bursting into my panties! I moaned loudly and euphorically as my panties instantly became saturated, giving way for warm pee to gush into my gray tights. Rapidly, the groin of my pants turned a dark, crystalline gray. The patch magnified effortlessly and branches of urine shot every which way, soaking my legs in warm ecstasy. I spread my legs a little, allowing that which didn't cascade across my thighs to dribble directly beneath me, creating a little hole of discolored snow. I could feel hot fluid creeping up my butt, down my legs, and into my shoes, thawing out my frozen feet. I looked down and saw the mess expanding beautifully and incredibly visibly. I shivered with chills, my body struggling to reconcile the sensation of my nether regions with the frigid barrage of the wind on my face. The feeling was nearly orgasmic. I wanted to reach into my panties as the urine gushed out and finger myself, covering my hand in dripping goodness, when suddenly, "Oh my gosh, ma'am! Are you alright?!" the voice of a middle-aged man cried out from nowhere. I was so startled, I would've wet myself if I weren't already doing exactly that! I felt my heart plummet from my chest, totally bypass my stomach, and likely burst out of my urethra with all the urine. My hair stood on end and I felt a surge of adrenaline. I tried to cover myself--to hide--anything--but there was no hiding this. I was completely soaked below my waist and, thanks to my brilliant idea to wear light gray tights, very visibly so. Even if I could miraculously cover all of that, there was a rapidly growing spot of slightly yellow snow beneath me. I jerked around quickly and saw him, trudging up from the trail quickly, a look of concern on his face. I have no idea where he came from. I had seen no tracks and hadn't heard a single soul for my entire run. Overwhelmed with shame, I burst into tears, my eyes now irrigating my face almost as much as my urethra was irrigating my pants. The tears quickly turned bitter and cold. "Are you okay?! Should I call an ambulance?!" He approached me in sympathetic disbelief, fully taking in the sight of a 24-year-old girl, peeing herself and sobbing uncontrollably. I was full-force in mid-stream. There was nothing I could do but continue spurting pee into my tights and let it cascade down my legs. My face was burning red beneath the icy tears. I had no idea what to say. I choked and fumbled over every word that tried to spill out of my mouth as I wet myself in front of this complete stranger--a man no less. My panties stuck to my lady bits, but no longer to my pleasure. I finally, in very fragmented speech, managed to spit out something along the lines of, "I'm--fi--fine. I'm sor--ry," and, overwhelmed with embarrassment, found the strength to dash away. I heard him yelling something after me, but I couldn't make it out over the sound of my sobbing. I managed to mostly clamp off the flow of urine as I made my escape, letting only a couple of spurts out before I got to my car. I quickly finished emptying myself into my pants by the road before I dug my towel out of the trunk and drove away. Miraculously, in my trembling and tear-blurred state, I made it home safely, though I can't recall any of the trip until I pulled into my apartment parking lot and made a dash to my door. I burst inside and ran to the shower, where I cleaned up, terrified, crying, and shaking. I swore to myself I would never do any omorashi again...but obviously that wasn't meant to last. After a day or two, when the shock and fear finally wore off (and I felt confident I could show my face in public without encountering him again), the omo desires began to return. With them, the shame of this experience turned into a confused hybrid of exhilaration and embarrassment. As time goes on, I still get a surge of adrenaline every time I remember this...and I'd be lying if I said it didn't make "petting the kitty" infinitely more satisfying. Despite the shame, finally getting caught was amazingly exciting!
  7. Heyy all!! This one is fresh from yesterday afternoon!! So I love being active and, lately, have been really into the idea of doing a triathlon, leading me to dust off my bicycle and give it some exercise. It has been really hot and humid lately, leading me to drink a lot of water before I go out. As I'm sure you're all very well aware, what goes in must come out Yesterday, I got off of work a little early and hurried home, debating whether to settle for a running or biking day. By the time I parked my car, I'd decided on two-wheeling it for the day. I gave myself about an hour to unwind after work and stock up on fluids, which I, admittedly, may have overdone. Meanwhile, I changed into a bright pink tank top and black shorts. By the turn of the clock, I had loaded my bike onto my car and was ready to go! I cruised over to a nice, paved trail about 20 minutes from my home, entirely neglecting to relieve myself before setting off. When I pulled into the parking space and began unloading my bike, my bladder was already making itself known, but I intentionally disregarded it. I hadn't had a good, daring pee since I was caught a few months ago and, as embarrassing as that was, I was craving the thrill again. Plus, I figured, I could find a nice water-deprived bush off the trail and hydrate it if things got really bad. It's not uncommon to see guys and, occasionally, other girls coming back onto the trail from the woods, presumably having done exactly that. With that looming in the back of my mind, I set off! A few miles in, it was starting to get bad. I could no longer push the urge to pee into the back of my mind. I was just riding past an area where the trail meets a stream with a pretty waterfall--a popular location for trail walkers and families, however, so I needed to hold it until I was clear of all the people. Every drop that cascaded down the waterfall teased my bladder, which threatened to release a similar cascade from my crotch. I bit my lip and pressed on, occasionally trying to discreetly press my hand between my legs--as if that ever helped. As I zipped past the people, happily laughing and taking photos, blissfully oblivious of the woman urging her bladder not to burst, I considered my options. Obviously, the bushes were a relatively safe bet...but I didn't want safe--not today. I could get off my bike, pull my shorts and panties to the side, and soak the pavement. Perhaps a little too risky. I wasn't keen on giving any passersby a free show of my lady bits. Why not just pee while I ride? Forget the pit stop altogether! With that thought, I flashed a devilish grin, which was quickly washed away by the waves of urine sloshing around in my abdomen. At last, I found a spot of the trail where the laughs and yells of others were out of earshot. I looked forward and backward, each twist an act of torture--threatening to prematurely force open the floodgates. Nobody's in sight. Now or never. As I caught a slight decline, I stopped pedaling, scooted slightly forward on the bike seat, and relaxed my muscles. Perhaps facilitated by my sitting position, the first spurts of pee discharged far more quickly and easily than I anticipated. Within seconds, my panties, unable to handle the rush of fluid, which overflowed and dampened my shorts. A creeping darkness overtook my groin and pee warmly gushed all over my butt and my legs, leaving the bicycle seat a gleaming black, and pattering to the ground, leaving a trail of drops. I let out a moan of relief as I coasted, leaking all over myself and my bike. It was a surreal sensation--the world rushing by as the contents of my bladder rushed downward. This sensation began to fade, however, as I hit the bottom of the decline and began losing momentum. Preoccupied by the urine spouting out of my urethra, I put my feet out, catching myself and standing over my bike. There, I stood, ferociously gushing from my nether region. The wind began blowing, a coolness overtaking me as it collided with my sweat and my newly-wet legs. Some of the fluid rushed down into my socks, which thirstily licked it up, diverting it into my shoes. The rest cascaded straight down, hitting the frame of my bike or tumbling straight to an ever-growing puddle below. Cautiously, I continued darting glances in both directions to ensure nobody was coming. The coast was clear. At last, however, as all good things do, the final few spurts came to a sputtering end, and I stood there, soaked from the waist down, in a puddle of my own pee, gently gripping my similarly-wet bicycle by the handles. Eagerly, I observed the damage with a smile. A splash of pee formed a small, trickling stream from the puddle beneath my gleaming legs. My shorts were soaked, clinging hungrily to my skin. The bicycle seat was drenched and the frame dripped seductively. Now beaming, I mounted my bike and set off again, adrenaline shooting through my body, giving my ride new life. By the time I made it back to my car, only my panties were slightly damp, but my spirit was not! ...And my bladder was full again. I had parked on the edge of the lot, next to the woods, away from most of the other cars. There were a few people chatting on the other side. I grabbed the towel I keep in my trunk and laid it on my seat in order to avoid getting pee all over it. Then, I made my way to the passenger side of the car, stood where my lower half was obscured, and peed myself again, laughing as I watered the grass, nobody else aware of the 24-year-old woman peeing down her legs like a little girl. Upon finishing, I shook my legs as dry as I could, climbed into my car, and made my way back home.
  8. Hiya everybody!! If you're just here for the pee and aren't interested in the build up, skip down to paragraph 5! Enjoy! We've all experienced the frustration. You're stoked to see a really great movie, you go to the theater, get tickets, sit through the entire thing...until the climax. Then your bladder decides to pipe up and let you know it's time for an unscheduled intermission. It's like magic. It happens every time! This time, I resigned myself to a somewhat unorthodox approach that permitted me to see the entire movie and have wayyyy more fun than a routine bathroom rush . A few weeks ago, I bought myself a dollar theater ticket to Wonder Woman (yes, I'm super late to the party, haha), which I'd been crazy excited to see, but hadn't yet made time for. None of my friends were available the afternoon I decided to see it, which I initially thought was unfortunate, but shortly thereafter discovered was the opposite. Disappointed, I drove to the theater alone (I promise I'm not a loser, hahaha). By the time I ordered a medium water and a small popcorn, I had pushed aside the embarrassing notion that I was going to the movies by myself and excitedly made my way to the corresponding theater. The theater was virtually vacant, with only a couple sitting near the front-center and one guy sitting by himself to the front right. I set my things down 3 or 4 rows behind the couple and, while the obligatory 20 minutes of ads played, I made a quick dash to the ladies' room and preemptively relieved myself, so as to avoid any undesired interruptions. As much as I love this fetish, I wasn't about to let it interrupt Wonder Woman! When I returned, nobody else had entered the theater. Perfect, it was likely to be reasonably quiet and uninterrupted. I nursed my water as the last few minutes of ads continued and the movie finally started. As the movie played on, I didn't spare any of my thoughts on my bladder or the water in my hand. I was perfectly comfortable, moderately drinking away and enjoying the show. 2 hours and 20 minutes, however, can be a pretty long wait for someone who likes to stay well-hydrated. Just over halfway through, I felt the inevitable and, in this rare instance, dreaded urge surfacing. I cursed to myself and insisted I could make it all the way through, just this once. I pushed the urge to the back of my mind, determined to enjoy the movie uninterrupted. This was successful for probably another 20-30 minutes, when it finally became a constant nagging voice. "Dang it!" I thought to myself, "I really need to pee! ...but surely, the movie is nearly over. I can wait until then." It wasn't nearly over. In fact, the climax, of course, kept building, which made me even more determined to stick it out. I seriously considered wetting myself in protest, but didn't want to leave a mess in the seat for anyone who sat in it later. I briefly pondered scooting to the edge of my seat and simply urinating on the floor, but I didn't want my puddle to stream down to the couple in front of me, nor did it seem right to pee on the floor where kids run around regularly. Finally, as I was about to begrudgingly resign myself to a bathroom trip at the climax of the movie, I remembered my cup! The solution was obvious! There was almost nobody in the theater who would catch me, I expected the cup to be plenty big enough to hold everything, and I could avoid making that unwanted dash to the facilities! With my scheme decided, I quickly darted my eyes around the theater. Nobody unexpected had come in. Perfect. I grabbed my cup, which was empty by now except for ice, and removed the lid. All the while, every drop of fluid processed by my kidneys felt like gallons of increased pressure in my bladder. I scooted to the edge of my seat and lifted the front of my skirt just enough to be able to situate everything down below. I positioned the cup under my crotch, which was more challenging than I expected in the dark. With it in place, I pushed my panties to the side, revealing my lady bits to the dark theater. I glanced around again to make sure nobody was catching sight of the ridiculousness. With the coast still clear, I decided to commit, figuring that if anybody happened by, it would probably be dark enough and peeing into a cup is unexpected enough that they would have no idea what I was doing. It took a few moments, but sure enough, a spurt of pee spat out, hit the interior side of the cup, and dribbled down below the ice. I readjusted the cup to put my stream into the center, so as to avoid any mess. I nearly let out a sigh of relief, but caught myself. Confident in the placement of the cup, I looked up at the screen as pee torrented below. I grinned proudly to myself as the cup grew heavier and warm with my pee. The ice crackled as the cup filled and it wasn't long before I heard the tinkling of my pee, indicating the level had risen above that of the ice. Worried somebody might hear and look back, I promptly cut off my stream, but it felt so good to let it loose that I resumed within a few seconds, attempting to pee a bit more gently. The success of my attempts was questionable, at best. I sat there awkwardly, glancing back and forth from the movie to the couple, hoping with all my heart they couldn't hear. Every drop into the cup, to me, was akin to the full force of Niagara Falls, and felt as though it drowned out the movie, though I could tell by everyone's oblivious nature that I was severely overreacting. Finally, after what seemed like ages, I could tell I was nearly empty. As the last bit was trickling out, gently plopping into the cup between my legs, the movie hit a relatively quiet scene. Crap. I felt my face turn blood red as I finished up, the sound now extremely clear to me. Miraculously, nobody seemed to notice even then. With a breath of relief, in regard to both the maintenance of my stealth and the advent of ease on my bladder, I looked down at the cup I bore just below my exposed vulva. I smirked at how much I had deposited into it. I reached over and grabbed a napkin that I had been given with my popcorn, wiped myself dry, tossed it into the cup, which I sealed with the lid and returned to the cup holder. I scooted back into my seat, but let myself sit exposed just a moment longer than necessary, basking in the surreal feeling as I took in the movie. Finally, deciding I'd had enough fun, I slipped my panties back into place and pushed my skirt back over my nether region. The movie, at last, drew to a glorious close. I grabbed my pee-filled cup, dashed out of the theater, disposed of the cup at the nearest trash can and smiled to myself that I'd managed to not only get away with peeing in a very taboo situation, but also make it through an entire movie without having to take a bathroom break . I've gotta say, between this experience and the time I peed in my car, I've become incredibly fond of disposable cups!
  9. The country's Cinderella story at the recent Olympic Games shook the entire nation, it's citizens witnessing a pivotal moment in their country's history — their first ever Gold. The medal, an upset win in the Men's 100m Butterfly event, suddenly generated waves of interest in the sport, exhibited by the sudden spike in traffic at swimming pools across the nation. Coupled with the semester break holidays, everywhere was packed. While "everywhere" may have been an exaggeration, said observation was at least true for the pool Kyra was at, based on what she could see. Sitting atop an elevated chair, she had a bird's eye view of the sudden spike in attendance — there were much more people out and about. Coaches were revelling in an influx of revenue as little children lined the pool walls, their parents either caught up in conversations with each other, swimming alongside their offspring or just generally minding their own businesses, glued to a screen or silently observing the lesson. The Olympic-sized pool next to it was also similarly filled, with adolescents and teenagers doing laps under a watchful eye and a stopwatch on one side, and elderly people swimming considerably slower than they were likely imagining themselves to be on another. Kyra took her eyes off the pool momentarily as she swept away beads of sweat accumulating on her temples, the long sleeves of her yellow rashguard a significantly different shade as it wiped off hours of continuous sweat. In fact, the staff-issued rashguard, firmly wrapped around her torso, was only dry where it stretched over the one-piece competition swimsuit she had on beneath, outlining the suit, which was equally drenched in sweat from the torso up, its fire engine red dye discoloured from the sweat. The skin-tight swimsuit's fit further dug into her skin, inciting reactionary squirms from time to time. Such is life in the tropics — where sweltering, humid heat was the daily weather forecast for the entire day, irregardless of the time of year. She subconsciously grabbed her bottle, preparing to rehydrate herself from all the fluids lost under the tropical heat, but hesitated and returned it to its original position upon noticing the time. There was still three hours until the end of her shift, and Management had specifically told them that they weren't allowed to leave their posts for whatever reason unless another lifeguard could take over, with the only exceptions being when in the midst of saving someone or being called over. Due to the unusually high traffic this time around, it appeared, from her perspective, that every other colleague on her shift had their hands full as well. This was bad news for Kyra, who was appearing distinctly more uncomfortable as time passed by. While hydration was of utmost importance, especially given the atrocious weather, she hadn't taken into account the by-product of doing so, and the excess amounts of fluids was beginning to build up. While it wasn't at a critical stage as of yet, she wanted to keep it as low as possible. Giving into thirst and taking small sips from the bottle, she began toying with random things within her reach, anything from playing with her whistle, examining the split ends of her hair, which was neatly bunched into a ponytail, and her locker key, which hung loosely around her bony wrist from a hairband, to bending the rim of her cap and even scrolling through social media on her phone(Management allowed it, as long as it didn't inhibit employees' ability to do their job), anything to keep her mind off her current predicament. Needless to say, there were other issues inhibiting Kyra's ability to do her job, her concentration gradually waning as commitments and needs both wrestled for her attention. She guiltily knocked back a gulp out of dehydration, only to instantaneously regret it as her bladder protested against the entry of additional liquids, her desperation amplified as the skin-tight swimsuit barricaded it from expanding, instead further constricting it and worsening her predicament. It didn't help that her phone's battery went flat, and everyone was being safe and responsible in the pool, meaning that she had nothing else to focus on other than the dam that was swelling up inside her, its walls weakened and cracked from the immense pressure of the river it held back. Digging a hand into her crotch and clamping her legs shut, she reinforced the dam's structural integrity as she tried to formulate a plan to allow her to leave for the toilets, all the while trying to look as calm and as stoic as possible. She was, after all, in full view of everyone, and attracting unwanted attention was the last thing she needed. She couldn't just drop everything and go; not only would she be violating the rules she had to abide to as a lifeguard, but it would also be rather irresponsible to leave an entire pool unattended just to relieve herself. However, as aforementioned, it appeared that no other colleague was free to take over either, nor was she close enough to any of them, both physically and socially, to be able to get them to take over for her, even for just a short while, and with two full hours left in her shift, the probability of holding it until her shift was over was close to zero. By now, both her hands were jammed into her crotch, in a desperate attempt to hold it in. Her dam was about to blow; its walls lined with structural cracks and the reinforcements barely keeping it together. Her sweat considerably dropped in temperature as she attempted to keep the bottom half of her body dry. Just then, Kyra found a glimmer of hope — a colleague walking in her direction! She flailed her arms about, hoping to capture the attention of the unsuspecting passer-by, and find herself some relief. However, no sooner had she moved her arms away from her crotch than she felt a feeling spread in the same location. The feeling of futility, of embarrassment, and of warmth as the dam finally burst, its walls too weakened to obstruct the torrential wave that had built up inside of her. In disbelief and denial, Kyra sent her left hand down to investigate, her face almost immediately flushing in reaction to the warm liquid that was continuously spilling out of her crotch, her fingers confirming that she, indeed, was having an accident in public, on the job and atop a high chair, in view of everyone, no less. The golden liquid fell through gaps in-between the metal planks that made up the chair, showering down and pooling into a puddle below. Kyra kept a poker face as her bladder continued to empty itself, thankful that the loud, crowded chatter muted the otherwise deafening sounds of liquid splattering onto the ground, and that nobody appeared to have been aware of her public accident. After an eternity later, all liquids backed up in her system had finally been purged out, and any sense of relief was quickly overwhelmed by embarrassment. Gingerly prying her thighs apart, she was devastated to find that her crotch was soaked all the way up the gusset, the soiled red lycra darkened and stained with a faint yellow tinge that extended up to her bladder. She couldn't examine exactly how waterlogged her rear was, but she was, unfortunately, confident that it was just as bad, if not worse. A familiar scent wafted around, a dead giveaway of what just occurred. Sighing, Kyra proceeded to establish her current predicament in her head — she was now stuck up atop a chair, soaked in sweat and urine. Her shift wouldn't end until a few hours later, meaning she'd have to endure sitting around in saturated swimwear, its bright colours only serving to project her accident out for the entire pool to witness. The nearest showers were located across the pool, and she'd have to walk a fair distance, with her accident in plain sight, to get there. And to top it all off, She needed to pee again. _______________________________________________________________ Thanks for reading my second story all the way until the end! As always, messing on my writing constructive feedback would be greatly appreciated.
  10. Heyy everyone!! I just got in from an 8.5-hour drive for work, so if my writing is a bit lacking, I apologize in advance! During these long hours, however, I tackled a new pee challenge to stave off the boredom and wanted to share the experiences while the excitement is fresh! So I woke up about an hour earlier than I intended this morning. Typically, I would hop into the shower pretty quickly and relieve myself for the morning there, but I had an idea: From the moment of awakening until I checked into my motel room, I would only pee in unconventional places...and never in the same place twice. I guess showers aren't technically a "conventional place" to release one's bladder, but I find it so dang satisfying that I do it every morning (confession time haha) and figured it'd be cheating to start off my new challenge that way. I was really bursting for a pee, so I opted for perhaps the simplest and easiest "unconventional pee" on the books: I dashed to my living room, slipped off my panties, spread my legs a little more than shoulder-width apart, closed my eyes, and relaxed. Within seconds, the morning silence turned into a crisp patter, which swiftly transformed into a forceful cascade. My eyes still shut, my lips curled into an impish smile with satisfaction as I let out a relieved sigh. I really had to go. I moved my feet together and shot a glance down as a warm rush began to encompass my feet. A very sizeable puddle was forming on my wood floor (I made an immature joke to myself about morning wood) and streaks of stray urine streamed down my legs. Apparently, my floor isn't entirely level because a small stream began to shoot off to the right of the puddle. Who'd've thought pee could be a handy architectural tool? At last, the contents of my bladder diminished to the last few drops, some of which spurted to the floor, the rest to my legs. I recognized the error of my ways as I went to fetch some paper towels...leaving a trail of pee foot prints on my path to the kitchen. Still enjoying my nakedness from the waist down, I grabbed a wad of towels, wiped my self down, and retraced my tracks to the formidable puddle. Then I ran a quick mop around the area, hopped into the shower, and prepared for my trek, feeling satisfied with my first wizz of the day. I donned a black skirt today to facilitate my unwillingness to use the facilities, and hopped into my car for the long journey, gently sipping from my water bottle. About an hour down the road, I still wasn't feeling any urge at all, so I began drinking a little more ambitiously. Another hour passed and, right about the time my gas tank was hitting E, my bladder was hitting F. I had been mildly fidgeting in my seat for a few minutes and was thankful for a pit stop. I pulled into a dumpy little gas station and was quickly thankful for my pact of unconventional peeing. It seemed like the kind of place you'd catch 15 diseases just from touching the restroom door handle. As I lifted the nozzle and put it into my gas tank, I pondered my options. It was fairly deserted, so I had a fair amount of freedom. The botanical coverage was somewhat lacking, so I couldn't run off into the woods to pee--which would've been fairly boring anyway. My options were either to pee at my car or around the side of the building. I started to make my way around the building when it occurred to me, There's no one here. Just pee from your car! I felt a surge of excitement with the thought. But what if someone drives up while I'm peeing? I shot back. You're two hours from home. Even if someone catches you, they won't recognize you. I retorted. Yeah, but what if someone catches me..? My argument against this undertaking was buckling. I quickly walked back to my car and made sure nobody from inside could make out what was going on. Between the numerous large advertisements in the window and where I was parked, I discerned that I could occlude line of sight from both the convenience store and the road if I opened my driver and rear passenger door. All the while, my bladder was urging me to quickly determine my course of action. Okay...You win. I conceded to myself. You won't regret it. I snarkily assured myself. I took one last glance around to ensure there were no unexpected audience members for the show. It was just as clear as when I pulled in. Tally ho. I opened both of my doors, lifted my skirt, and sat on the frame of the car. I nervously slid my panties to the side, my heart pounding furiously, the thrill egging me on. I continued nervously glancing around, certain some massive procession would determine that was the precise time to come gas up. Thankfully, no such procession materialized--only the occasional car shot down the road, oblivious to the woman baring her nether region to the gas pump in front of her. I had some difficulty getting the waterworks flowing as the hot humidity bore down on me, feeling like a thousand boiling oceans under the anxiety. I cursed softly as some urine gently shot askew, dampening my groin and streaking down to my butt. This was enough, however, to get the juices moving. I adjusted myself as the spurt evolved into a steady stream, drenching the pavement beneath me. My muscles were trembling from nervousness, excitement, and because of my awkward position. Once the stream was adequately established, I glanced around again. Still clear. Suddenly...THUD. Startled, my heart and I simultaneously jumped, and while I thankfully managed to avoid peeing all over myself, my stream faltered. It was just the gas pump as it finished filling my tank. I sighed with relief, adrenaline coursing through my body even more rapidly than the urine had been coursing from my urethra. After a moment, I managed to relax enough to begin peeing again. By the last few spurts, I had left a very respectable puddle, which pooled satisfyingly and streamed away slowly. My cover still not blown, I reached into my car, grabbed a tissue, and wiped myself clean. I replaced my panties and rubbed some sanitizer onto my hands as I admired my puddle and its many proud streaks. My heart was still pounding as I leaped into my car and sped off, nobody the wiser. Now I was feeling really confident. Perhaps too confident. For the sake of making good time on my trip, it took every ounce of will I had to not feverishly down water in anticipation of the next adventure. Despite this incredible (if I may say so myself) display of self-control, I had enough residual fluid working its way through my kidneys that I only made it about another hour down the road before pit stop #2 became a necessity. Okay...admittedly, I probably could've delayed a little longer, but I was excited to go for round 2 . This time, I pulled into a McDonalds...that wasn't quite as vacant as the gas station. This is going to be a challenge. I parked my car and made my way in, surveying the area. There were probably about 6 or 7 people, not counting employees, suggesting that perhaps trying anything outside was a bad idea. I briskly walked to the bathrooms and pushed open the door to the women's room, hoping it was maybe single occupancy and I could just pee in the sink or something (I wasn't about to give up so easily in the face of adversity!). To my disappointment, it was not. There were two stalls, a trash can, and a sink. I thought about pulling the trash can into the stall and peeing into it, but that seemed somewhat like cheating, so I opted against it. Hmm...What about a floor drain? Nope. It was in the middle of the bathroom. I'd be flashing anyone walking through the door. Recognizing I didn't have any particularly good options there, I gently cracked open the door to take another look around. In doing so, I caught a glimpse of the men's room sign. A light bulb went off in my head. Even using the stall in there wouldn't be a conventional pee. The bathroom entrances were offset into a little cove, with walls that occluded the doors from the rest of the restaurant. I slowly crept out to see if I could sneak my way in (praying I wasn't going to walk in on some guy at the urinal). There were several people sitting within sight of the cove, but they were pretty distracted. But what if I walk in on some guy peeing?! Again, my heart was racing. I compromised. I went back into the women's room, where I could wait without looking out-of-place to other restaurant goers. I stood by the door and listened for the men's room door. Several minutes passed, during which I heard nothing. If anyone's in there, he's taking a crap and I can slip out unnoticed. I exited the women's room again and nervously glanced from the cove. Nobody was paying much attention, so I swiftly and confidently (only on the outside. Inside, I was terrified) pushed my way into the men's room, half expecting to find a guy, penis-in-hand, with a look of shock on his face as I barged in. Thankfully, I did not. It was empty. The butterflies in my stomach were violently trying to rip their way out of my abdominal wall and pure epinephrine jolted through me. I swear, my heart rate probably set a world record. I quickly made my way toward the stall, longingly eying the urinal and I passed. I closed the stall door behind me, silently sighing with immense relief as I clicked the lock. As I turned to face the toilet, my anxious euphoria was dampened slightly--the toilet was filthy. It was covered in urine and there were splatters on the floor. Cautiously, I raised my skirt up, pulled my panties to the side, and semi-straddled the porcelain with my butt hanging over it, afraid to let anything touch it. Again, my muscles were trembling--though much more this time. Admittedly, as I began to pee, I contributed a fair amount to the urine on the toilet seat (oops! ). Relief swept over me as I emptied my bladder, vigorously tinkling into the water below. It was strange to get such a surge of excitement from something so mundane as a regular toilet! Context is everything, I guess! As I was wiping, my heart surged again and my eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as I heard the door open. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP--No--BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, my heart raced so loudly I thought for sure he would hear it. Still hovering my butt over the toilet seat, toilet paper in hand, I barely dared to breathe as I heard this mystery man rustling his pants at the urinal. The sound of urine striking porcelain. I'd've probably been turned on, had I not been terrified. I'm certain he only peed for a normal amount of time, but it seemed to me as though his bladder was endless. I began to think I would grow old and die in this men's room stall, awaiting his conclusion. At last, however, my fears were assuaged when, somehow, the sound of him spitting and the flush of the urinal were not drowned out by the ferocious pounding of my cardiovascular system. He spent a few brief seconds at the sink and I heard the door open...then close. I stood there for a few moments, absolutely petrified. Suddenly, my thoughts burst into a frenzy. I finished wiping, didn't even remember to flush or wash my hands, and dashed for the door, afraid someone would walk in. Thankfully, nobody did. I burst through the door much more forcefully than I had intended. This attracted the attention of a lady at a table near the restrooms who gave me a puzzled look, which transitioned into a dirty look when she realized I was emerging from the men's room. I just sped past, avoiding eye contact, and jumped into my car. It wasn't until several miles down the road that I finally calmed down and remembered I forgot to wash up. More hand sanitizer. And a lot of AC--I had worked up a bit of a sweat. After the anxiety subsided, I began laughing with hysterical euphoria. I did it! I used a men's room in a crowded area AND at the same time as a guy! Also striking to me, was that, because I was like 3 hours away from home, there were virtually no consequences. Sure, the woman caught me, but what was she going to do? We'll never see each other again! Seeing how crazy long this recount is becoming, I'll quickly summarize the more mundane ones (or ones similar to stories I've written in the past) and then skip to the final one. Another hour and a half in, I peed into a gas station restroom trash can (yeah, I know, I considered this cheating earlier...but after McDonalds, I was willing to tame it down a bit). Two hours after that, I did the classic cup-pee in my car at a roadside rest. Finally, after about 8.5 hours of travel, a little longer than anticipated, I pulled into the motel. During the last half hour, I began really piling on the fluids again, so by the time I pulled in, I really had to go--bad. I wasn't allowed a trip to the ladies' room until I had checked into my room, however. I parked and virtually ran inside, hoping to work through the process as quickly as possible. Thankfully, I didn't have to wait in a line. The guy checking me in was very friendly. I probably seemed like an anti-social jerk because I was focusing more on not peeing all over the floor, or at the very least, dancing like an idiot in front of him, clutching my lady bits, than on friendly chit-chat. Hurriedly, I thanked him as I grabbed my key and raced off. Not even bothering to grab my luggage, I began searching for my room. En route, however, I found a little cove that I assumed formerly hosted a vending machine. As I shot past it, I turned around, considering, Why waste a perfectly good bladder of pee? You haven't checked into your room yet. Forget the luxury of a toilet. I glanced around to ensure nobody was loitering around. Nope. I ducked into the cove, where I proceeded to fully and properly wet myself. No skirt-raising, no panties pulled to the side, just torrents of pee rushing down my legs, soaking my socks and shoes, and a steady trickle straight to the ground, forming yet another large puddle. After the encounter at McDonalds, this seemed like child's play and came to me easily. Within a long few seconds, I was thoroughly drenched from the waist down. I giggled a little as I admired my puddle, then raced off to find my room, the urine quickly cooling in the night breeze, chilling my legs ever so slightly. I found my room and, still wearing my urine-soaked clothes, lugged all my stuff in, enjoying the dampness. Without even changing, I laid a towel on the chair and set up my laptop to write this. Now...if you'll excuse me, I have some cleaning up to do and some tingling to tend to downstairs I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did!!
  11. Heyyy everyone!! It has been a little while since my last story, so here's a new one!! This one is super long because there was so much I was able to do! If you want to skip straight to the action, it's pretty packed from paragraph 3 on! There's an abandoned building near where I live that has been sitting, vacant, for quite some time. I've never paid much heed to it and don't even know what it originally was, but an article in the paper caught my eye in passing this past Tuesday. It has been scheduled for demolition in the near future. I've been dying for another pee adventure lately, so a lifelong dream immediately came to mind: If it's abandoned and scheduled for demolition, nobody will care if someone...perhaps...makes a bit of a mess around the place . At that moment, I knew I had plans for this weekend! Agonizingly, I waiting for today (Saturday) to come. Finally! A little earlier than most Saturdays, my alarm awakened me with a start. I leaped out of bed and started downing water right off the bat. I ate a good breakfast, threw on some ratty clothes and cheap flip-flops, and waited for 11AM: The time I set to start my adventure. I drank enough water throughout the morning that I was making a trip to the bathroom every 45 minutes or so. Finally, 11:00 rolled around and, skipping the bathroom before heading out, I threw a backpack with a change of clothes and 4 water bottles into my car (I meant business today), and sped off. Within 10 minutes, I pulled into a parking space down the street from the abandoned building. It stood there, as it had for years, completely still and silent. The only difference now is that it was surrounded by caution tape. Ducking under the tape, I cautiously approached. The urge to urinate was already beginning to form, but I wanted to ensure there were no other explorers before I started having my fun. Nobody else seemed to be traipsing around outside, so I tried the exterior doors--all locked. No worries, I thought, eying a busted window as the urge to pee loomed in my mind. I slid in through the window, taking care to avoid cutting myself on any jutting glass, and quietly stepped onto the cold tile floor, ensuring not to step on any glass shards. I was in a small office-like room, adequately lit by large windows on all sides. A small doorway led into what was presumably a hallway. A little burst of adrenaline surged through me, sending my heart pounding and teasing my bladder. I carefully explored every room, making sure I didn't have any company. It was totally vacant. I was getting really excited now! I glanced at my watch. 20 minutes had passed since I pulled up, and I was really feeling it, though I wasn't quite to the point of desperation just yet. I retrieved one of the bottles from my bag and took a swig. Anything more would've been painful. I returned to the hallway, which was dim, despite being midday, but I could still see well enough to navigate, which was good because I totally lacked the foresight to bring a flashlight. Where to go first? I'm not accustomed to being able to pee anywhere I want in a building that's not my apartment. I scanned the hall and my eyes rested on an obvious first choice. Let's make a mess of the men's room first, I mischievously thought. I set my backpack down against the wall and pushed open the door, which creaked loudly and slammed shut behind me, echoing through the empty hall. The men's room was well-lit, thanks to a frosted window on the far wall. I jittered with excitement as I looked at my options. There were two sinks, two urinals, and a stall. I pondered for a few moments as the desperation built. I was getting to the point of being fidgety. I gazed longingly at the urinals, but decided to exercise some patience and save them for later. First off, why not wet myself? I've always appreciated the irony of a good bathroom wetting, and now I'd be doing it in the men's room! I moved to the middle of the floor, turned to face the mirror behind the sinks, and grinned cheesily at myself. The left half of the mirror was shattered, but some still remained on the right, so I shifted over to where I could see myself clearly, then backed up to the point that I could see my crotch. I danced a little, up and down, grabbed myself for good measure, and then succumbed to the pressure. There was a brief pause, where everything seemed perfectly still. Then, I felt a spray of urine abruptly douse my panties. I cracked a smile as I felt warmth pour into my pants, drenching my lady bits and butt. I looked up at the mirror and saw a wet patch forming between the legs of my jeans, running down my thighs in little streaks. I could hear a little hiss and let out a half-sigh, half-laugh as fluid cascaded down my legs. From the view in the mirror, I admired the flood that was swiftly conquering my pants, right in front of two urinals. Urine began pouring out of each pant leg, leaving my feet and flip-flops gleaming in the light. It was exhilarating! While I was still peeing, I turned around, my flip-flops splashing quietly in the puddle that was forming beneath me. I turned to look at my butt, which was also glistening with flowing moisture. I briefly wished I could stand there making a mess all over the men's room floor forever, but then I remembered I had other places to pee afterward! Finally, the stream came to a trickling end. I was so hydrated, however, that every few seconds, I could shoot off another spurt of pee into my jeans. I giggled and looked around at the mess I made. I was completely soaked from the waist down, my jeans now considerably darker than when I started. There was a giant puddle in the middle of the floor, slowly trickling toward the floor drain. The novelty hadn't worn off yet, so I didn't want to leave the men's room. Finally, however, I surrendered and went back out to the hallway, where I could grab some water. In the hallway, as I finished off the bottle, penis envy hit me like crazy. What I would give to be able to whip out a penis and walk down the hall, showering the walls in pee! I thought, jealously. As I was wandering down that trail of thought, it occurred to me: We ladies would have it so much easier if we could relieve ourselves without removing our pants and without making a mess, just like guys. With virtually unlimited freedom, I figured I could give it a shot! I wandered the building, still soaked in my own pee, while I continued to drink and wait for the urge to build back up. In about 15 minutes, I was nearly dancing around again. I dashed back into the men's room, this time to a urinal! I splashed through the puddle I left before and made my way to the taller one, which wasn't far below my lady bits. I shivered with excitement (and admittedly some cold, since my pee-saturated pants had long since cooled off by then), and goosebumps raised on my arms. Unlike my last urinal encounter, it didn't matter how much of a mess I made--I was already a disaster! I undid my jeans and pondered how I wanted to do this. I was determined to pee through the fly in the name of some deluded concept of gender-urine-equality...or something . I pulled off my jeans long enough to remove my panties and relish in being naked from the waist-down in the men's room. I set my panties down, draping them over the sink, and put my jeans back on. If I can make this work, I'm going commando everywhere for the rest of my life, I grinned to myself as I tried to orient myself over the urinal. There's no way this will work, I thought, laughing at the ridiculous stance I had assumed. I had my legs stretched far apart with my hips thrust as far forward as I could. I was pressing my jeans against myself as hard as reasonably possible, with my vulva peeking out from the undone zipper and button, my labia held open with my free fingers. "Here goes," I muttered, and began to relieve myself. Initially, I was a little shocked! The first stream of urine shot out cleanly and straight into the urinal! I let out a quiet cheer, which proved to be very premature. Within seconds, pee shot off to the side and, really, everywhere. I felt the familiar warmth dripping down my pants and I wrestled with my urethra and the surrounding hardware--or lack thereof. My hands quickly became drenched in the effort, and the legs of my jeans were darkened anew. Pee splattered all over the front of the urinal, off to the side, into my pants, and on occasion, actually into it. This whole endeavor was leaving me more excited than I could've imagined. I thought I was going to orgasm right there, with my vagina hanging over a men's urinal! When the contents of my bladder came to a trickling end, I noticed I was trembling, the room felt like a furnace, and I had faint residue of sweat forming on my goosebump-covered skin. I closed my eyes and stood there for a good while, simply taking in the ethereal pleasure with the front of my jeans gaping wide open. My whole body was tingling with excitement and I had chills. I'm not entirely certain how long I stood there, trembling, drenched in pee, my pants wide open, in front of the urinal, but it felt almost as though I was going to fall asleep. After a brief eternity, I shook myself back to sense. I felt weirdly worn-out, but I wanted more--I needed more. I stayed there for hours chugging my water and peeing wherever my heart desired. It was amazing! After I thoroughly trashed the men's room (and of course, tried the urinal several more times), I peed all over the floor of the office I entered though, and even managed to pee a splotch against a wall with moderate success! Finally, it was nearing 3:00PM and I had consumed the last of my water. For today's final hoorah, I waited until I had to pee pretty badly, then stripped totally naked (in the men's room, of course) except for my flip-flops. I briefly looked into the mirror and appreciated the female anatomy that had conquered the gent's bathroom for the day. Then, I started peeing, watched it gush from the folds of my labia, and ran for the door, pee streaming all the way. Urine streaked down my legs and pattered to the floor as I streaked out of the men's room and down the hall. It was incredibly liberating and absolutely thrilling! I felt like a ridiculous child, but reveled in my nakedness and the trail of pee I was leaving all over the building, giggling with joy all the way. I must've looked 100% ridiculous. A grown woman, entirely nude, running around peeing, while giggling like a little girl. Sadly, it came to a dribbly end, at last. I went back to my backpack, oogling the mess I'd made over the course of the afternoon, grabbed my fresh clothes, and replaced them with my soaked jeans and panties. I wanted to enjoy being naked a little longer, so I refrained from getting dressed until I made it back to the window I climbed into. I popped a squat and peed one last spurt for good measure, before drying myself with my shirt, and then putting on my clean clothes. I climbed back out the window and drove home, tingling with excitement all the way. I turned on the shower and proceeded to masturbate like I never have before! I hope you all got at least half the pleasure out of this that I did!!!
  12. Before my hard drive decided to crash itself, I had a video on it with the slightly blunt filename "big tit tena wetting.mp4", in which a girl wets her Tena, presumably while being recorded from her laptop. After wetting, she eventually takes her diaper off to show it to the camera. Does someone have that video? I can't find it anywhere.
  13. Heyy everyone!! So I was recently browsing omo-/pee-related stuff and came across a video of a guy and girl simultaneously using the same toilet and thought it was suuuuuper hot! Have any of you ever tried this? The one I came across had the woman sitting with her legs spread and the man standing and aiming his stream between her thighs. I'd love to hear if any of you have tried this (or maybe even reversed the roles?! ) #RelationshipGoals
  14. (Continued from Eli Chapter One) https://omorashi.org/story/402/entry-885-chapter-one-a-loving-sister/ Emily sat bottom half naked on a pile of towels as the doctor washed her after her accident. She then dried herself with towel and was given a pair of light grey tracksuit bottoms. There was no underwear available so Emily would have to go commando. Her urine soaked panties were disposed of in a bin and her jeans were put in a plastic bag for her to take home and wash. The doctor had dismissed her and sent her home, but Aunt Julie wanted to stop at the supermarket to buy some diapers for Emily. "Sweetheart, everything will be okay." Aunt Julie told Emily who was sitting in the passenger seat of the car with her head down in shame. "Remember what the doctor said, they make products that look exactly like underwear for girls your age. Nobody is going to notice". She smiled at Emily. Emily looked over and tried to smile back but was still feeling down. She was paranoid about the possibility of people seeing her in jeans when she arrived at the doctors and leaving in tracksuit bottoms. She sat there trying to stretch her legs outwards and prevent the line down the middle of the tracksuit bottoms from rubbing against her sensitive areas as that might cause another accident. The car pulled up in the car park and the two of them got out. Once they were in the supermarket, Aunt Julie grabbed a cart and started looking around the sections and Emily slowly wandered behind. "What if somebody sees me?" Emily whispered. "Who's going to see you? You don't know anybody in this town." chuckled Aunt Julie. "Yeah I guess you're right." sighed Emily. Aunt Julie then stopped to talk to a worker. "Excuse me miss but where are the..." she then whispered in the worker's ear. "Three aisles along." the worker replied quietly. "Thank you." said Aunt Julie. "What did you ask her?" said Emily. "I told her I had a weak bladder and needed the special ladies products." replied Aunt Julie. Emily then giggled. "Ah, here we go!" said Aunt Julie. Emily and Aunt Julie entered the female health/bodycare section. Emily became very anxious by this point and just kept her eyes fixed on her Aunt. Aunt Julie looked around for a second and then wandered over to the diapers. "Now don't be embarrassed, Emily. Remember what the doctor said. Getting worked up is what causes your accidents." she said. Emily froze on the spot and went completely silent. She began to blush bright red. "Now come on let's find something that's the right size for you, and something discreet." said Aunt Julie as he knelt down on the floor to browse the lower shelves. "Okay, just stay calm" Emily kept telling herself "If I make a scene I'll only draw attention to myself, if I stay nobody then maybe nobody will notice". Emily tried to stay calm but then became anxious that somebody might see them. She looked over and there was a boy staring right at her! What was more awkward was that he looked about her age and she found him to be quite hot. The boy then instantly stopped staring at Emily and quickly looked down at his feet. Emily then became very embarrassed so she undid her twintails and pulled her hair over her face to hide herself. She looked down at her Aunt still crouching by the lower shelves. Aunt Julie then picked up a packet of Always Discreet and held them right out in plain sight for Emily to look at. "These might do." she said. "They look just like the underwear you would like, shall we give them a try?" "What the fuck is Aunt Julie thinking? There's this hot guy right over there looking at me and she's holding a packet of fucking nappies for the world to see and asking ME if I'm going to try them?" Emily thought. "Yes, yes okay let's go." Emily whispered quickly. She then grabbed Aunt Julie's hand and pulled her out of the aisle. Emily tried to run while pulling her Aunt behind her. "Emily, what's the matter?" asked Aunt Julie very puzzled as to what was going on. "Did you not see the guy looking?" asked Emily angrily. "I'm 17 years old and I don't want you waving a packet of fucking nappies in front of boys and asking me to try them on." "Oh god I'm so sorry, Emily." said Aunt Julie beginning to feel horrible. She gave her a hug and stroked her hair. "I don't know what I was thinking please forgive me." Emily still feeling angry and embarrassed didn't answer. Aunt Julie went off to the checkout with the Always Discreet diapers. Emily was starting to panic again. She hid her face away in her hair again. The young girl at the checkout who only looked a bit older than Emily put the diapers through the scanner but the scan wouldn't complete. She tried over and over but the scan wouldn't complete. She then called out to someone at the next checkout. "Can someone help me scan this item? A pack of..." she looked down to the read the name on the pack "Always Discreet Protective Underwear." Some people looked over at Emily and Aunt Julie. Emily was going into a panic. Suddenly a drop of urine leaked out of her. She wasn't sure how much longer she was going to be able to hold it in. She put her hands into her crotch to hide the now visible wet spot on her light grey tracksuit bottoms. Another worker came over and was able to help complete the scan. Aunt Julie paid the checkout girl and was given a bag with the diapers. She and Emily went back to the car. When Aunt Julie and Emily were about ten minutes from the house, Emily knew she couldn't hold it in anymore after a small spurt leaked out leaving a totally noticeable wet patch on her tracksuit bottoms. "Aunt Julie." said Emily in a scared tone. "I NEED A WEE." she said starting to sound like she was about to cry. "Oh shit, quick grab the underwear it's the only way to stop you having an accident." said Aunt Julie also starting to panic. Emily reached into the backseat to grab the pack of Always Discreet. She ripped it open, pulled out a pair and tried to pull her tracksuit bottoms off. "Quick!" yelled Aunt Julie. Emily then put the diaper on just in time before her bladder gave up and started flooding torrents of urine. The hissing was so loud you could hear it over the radio and the front of the diaper swelled up like a balloon. Emily eventually finished urinating and her diaper was at bursting point. "Oh thank god." she thought jumping back in the seat. But this pressure caused some of the yet to absorb urine to splash out the leg hole and wet the seat slightly. "Oh fuck, Auntie it's leaking." said Emily. Aunt Julie quickly pulled in at the side of the road and looked at her seat. "Oh dear, well you did wee pretty aggressively." said Aunt Julie. "If it leaks again we might have to get some proper adult nappies." Emily then started to sob quietly for the rest of the journey home. Aunt Julie couldn't get through to Emily for the rest of that afternoon. Eventually in the evening she had a long talk with her about it being normal for adults to suffer from accidents just like hers and that the proper diapers would guarantee more protection for her. Eventually Emily agreed with her that it was better to walk around in a bulky diaper and have people not notice unless they were looking for it really hard than to walk around smelling of pee and having wet stains down her legs. Still, she had this one night that would decided her fate. If she leaked she had to go back into diapers, if she stayed dry then she would be able to feel like she was wearing normal underwear... that magically absorbed her accidents. (Continued in Eli Chapter 2) https://omorashi.org/story/402/entry-912-chapter-two-a-guardian-angel/
  15. Warning: 1) Young girl. 2) Mentions wetting/urination, desperation. It was suppose to be a normal school trip to the Middle East, a region filled of wonder and beauty as well as conflict. Our flight was slight delayed but soon enough we were all headed home. As it was an early morning flight, most of us were sound asleep. That is, until there was a commotion, which grew in volume. An eerie, accent voice came on the intercom announcing that they plane was hijacked!! I literally shot up in my seat as I saw masked men with submachine guns and pistols walking down the aisles instead of the flight attendants. We were all ordered to turn in all electronic devices and I regretably handed over my iphone which contained pictures of the sights we had visited. The plane turned sharply to the left and began to descend. Within minutes, land could be seen out of the window until the accented voice told all of us to close the shutters. The plane did a hard landing but thankfully I remembered to put on my seatbelt before landing. Then came the errie accented voice. "You all will be allowed to disembark. All of you, except one person. We will take one hostage for a collateral. " Immediately everyone started to mummur, wondering who it will be . "Silence!" The voice continued. "Everyone quiet, stay in your seats and look straight ahead." I did so, trembling. Who would be picked? I surmised so sort of young and good looking person. But a boy or a gir... "You," I heard the same voice from the speakers and turned to see a masked man. "You, stand up!" "Noo...." I cried not believing I was chosen. "Mister, look she's only a kid, pick someone...OW!!!" I turned to see my teacher Mrs. Seagger interjected only to receive a large blow on her head. "SHUT UP!! Girl, get up NOW!" With my feet trembling I did so and was yanked immediately my a second masked man. "NO! Don't take...OW! OW!!" My teacher was again struck on the head but before I could turn around, I was pushed towards the front of the aircraft. The accented voice was on the speakers again: "All passengers will now disembark. Slowly and no heroics. We will watching you." As I heard the movement of the passengers, I was turned around to face the masked men again. "What's your name girl?" The senior one asked. "Catherine.." I mumbled more because of my fear of their looks and their weapons. "Well Catherine," he continued, now with a softer tone, "don't be scared. We won't hurt you, unless you try to resist. We will fly on to another airport where after a short while you will be released. OK?" I slowly nodded but didn't expect the next part. "Tape her up, and watch things from here," he ordered his companion. WHAT?! My hands were yanked behind my back and I felt the feeling of thick duct tape surrounding them. "Ha...mmmmppph!" something cloth-like was jammed into my mouth and then I felt another sticky duct tape plastered over my lips. Before I could move any further, he knelt down and wrapped tape around my nylon-covered knees and ankles. Her further wrapped tape above and below my small breasts. With tape literally all over me, he lifted me up and carried me to front cabin. He buckled me in and said, "now stay here." I certainly couldn't move anyway; the tape was really tight! A few minutes later, I felt the plane moved--we were flying off again! It made me even more apprehensive since they didnt say where we were heading. What if the hijackers/kidnappers didn't keep their promise and left me in some deserted place? What if they threw me in some hell hole or fed me to some animals or evil people? Or worse what if they killed me? As I thought about my fate, I then felt a signal from my bladder. Yeah, I drank alot of water, juice and soft drinks during the flight and the meals provided. As the plane continued move, I felt a stronger signal from my bladder and began to struggle against my bonds. Suddenly, the plane banked and started to descend. Well, that was fast I thought. And thankfully too. Hopefully they would release me and I would run straight for the toilet. The land was even rougher than before. As the plane finally halted, my bladder pressure was unbearable. "MMMMpppp..." I groaned through my gag. One of the masked men appeared and asked, "WHAT?" "Mmmm....." I cried again and finally he peeled or rather yanked off the tape and took out the cloth. "Please, mister, can you let me use the toilet?" "No, no way girlie. You want a quick escape," he replied and attempted to replace the cloth. "Please, mis....mmmppph!!!!" He jammed the cloth back and taped it up. "Mmmmmppph..." I wailed but he disappeared. Shit they wont even release me for a pee. I squeezed my legs tight together, knowing that wasn't going to help but still did so. Please, please, please release me. Five minutes later, I felt that my bladder was really going to burst. "MMMMMMPHHHH!!!" I cried and the man reappeared. "I said no." He snapped but I continued to wail and give him a pleading look. Finally, he reached down and cut away the tape around my knees and ankles. My hands were shortly freed. "Mmmp?" I said, pointing at my gag. "You don't need your mouth to pee. Two minutes max." I scooted off but just as I got past the end of the cabin, my bladder gave way. Warm pee soaked my knickers and trickled down my tights. Oh SHIT SHIT SHIT! I thought silently as I pushed open the door to the cubicle. I had just managed to unclip my skirt and lower my undies as another lot of pee shot out. Oh man, I thought, I'm so embarrassed. Then again, it was that hijacker's fault for not releasing me the first time. I cleaned up as best as I could but the stained undies and tights felt just terrible against my crotch. "Good, you are back," he said seeing me. "Accident?" I was still too embarrassed and in any case was gagged so I couln't reply. Suddenly,"BANG! BANG! BOOM!!!" The air suddenly turned smoky and I gave a muffled yelp as I smelled pungent fumes. My body collapsed to the ground more from the odour rather than the ear-shattering explosions. Just over a minute later, I heard cries of "She here! Hostage safe!" The smoky air suddenly dissipated and my vision cleared to see many masked men with MP-5 submachine guns. One knelt down and gently removed the tape across my lips and eased out the soggy cloth. "Are you ok Miss? Everything fine no..oh dear, looked like you had an accident," the HRT man said, causing me to turn bright red all over. THE END.
  16. 12,480 downloads

    My collection of Amber clips! Not up to date with her most recent stuff, but this is the bulk of her diaper stuff.

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  17. 694 downloads

    Kitty from WetSet wets, messes, and changes her Goodnite. Throughout the video, she talks about how much she loves her diaper, farts a lot, and wishes you were there to change her.

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    a nice vid i found. mostly spanking, but for bedwetting

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    Just a awesome girl playing and wetting in her diaper. Kayla 19 years old from Seattle. Her website = LINK ( mydgs.co/babykayla )

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  20. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    Featuring: NowiGreen, Myself and PrincessPolly63 Just 3 cute babies, walking the doggy through the park, getting some well-needed exercise....in our diapers.... We don't mind, that all the normal non-padded peoples turn their heads and ask "Why are you weird, yet oddly adorable kids wearing diapers?!" We're just happy, being ourselves, and to admit that we probably need more potty-training...except for Nowi...she's already fully trained.....she just has no need for a restroom in her life busy life. XP........... Hehehe, though nobody wants to get stuck with the chore of changing Fwo, after he's spotted his favorite fire-hydrant rest-stop... *giggles* Maybe flip a coin, and see whose turn it is to change some puppy diapeys. XD For the drawing itself, I wanted to go for a more storybook illustration style, like something I would find in a book I'd read if I were still in elementary school. And as for the colors, idk, I guess I just love a rainbow sherbet color palette.
  21. From the album: My Edits

    I'm not so good at drawing pee puddles, but this is why we practice, right? I'll get better eventually.
  22. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    Quiet and DD, both down in the dumps. Though they share no on-screen moment together in the game, I like to think that when Venom Snake is out, riding on D-Horse, these two sit together, watching the horizon, moping for their Big Boss to return, to pick them as partners for the next mission. But they still have fun together while they wait. Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain, was one of the funnest Metal Gear games I played. (Coughs-Except for Metal Gear Rising X3) Filled with awesome battles, cool customizations, sexy Quiet, and the best attack dog in any video game (Coughs-Except for Bladewolf XD) The battle with the giant Metal Gear, Sahelanthropus was one of the most kickass battles with a giant robot ever... (Coughs-Except for when Raiden fought MG Ray and the MG Excelsior >//v///<) [SPOILERS...Maybe] After spending what felt like 50 hours playing MGS5 I finally got to the end, expecting an awesome final level and an epic final boss, just like all the Metal Gear games before. I reach the end, all prepared for the final mission, and then..............The Credits??????????????????? ....0////o///0.... THERE IS NO FINAL LEVEL OR FINAL BOSS IN METAL GEAR V!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...V///~///V... I so sad.... Well, it was a perfect game up until then...
  23. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    And just for the hell of it, here’s the sketch Flo drew for Zizou. Obviously it is meant to be a joke, and so it looks not as good as my normal drawings. I only uploaded it in case anybody has some kind of Zizou diaper fetish and wanted more Zizou drawings. Originally this was a sketch I was going to throw away, but found that I could work it into a good joke.
  24. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2015

    Some more OCs from your favorite diaper-humping dog-boy. The girly wolf is Retta, whom I’ve based her character and personality on my old school chum (I’m sure she’d be delighted to know that.) All my OCs are loosely based on some real life person I knew. Retta was a juicy and busty athlete. We all use to love playing sports with her in high-school, because despite the fact that she had big Kim Kardashian features, she was highly competitive during P.E. and we just loved to see her bounce. She was freakishly fast, for her voluptuous size. Anyways back to my crazy world (which I always fantasize about before I go to bed every night) Fenrir, the male wolf, is my best bud. Captured by the military and forced to be my partner, this crescent-moon-butt-cheeked wolf helps me fend off the city vermin. We’re close friends, we both love shitty diapers; we masturbate back to back. Retta is his girlfriend, she hates diapers, but has her own reasons for wearing them. She use to be a human, but chose to get bit by the wolf curse, and now lives as a canine; though she still walks on two legs, while Fenrir on all fours. They’re both useful to the team because they can breathe fire. Retta is still in-training and hasn’t figured out how to properly belch out her flamethrower-breath. The trick is to build up gas from your belly, into your throat and ignite it on the way out as you belch. A beginner’s mistake is to swallow back down the gas before ignition, which is very hazardous; the resulting explosion within your belly will indeed create the flaming blast, but it won’t be coming out the front end. That is why Retta wears diapers, and Fenrir loves to see her fail. :)
  25. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2016

    Every now and then ya just gotta draw a cute little girl, take’n a big smelly caca in her diaper. This was just going to be a black and white sketch, but I had an extra 30 minutes, so I threw on some crappy colors. I don’t usually do sketches, sooooo……let’s start usually doing sketches…I finished this little cutie in just a few hours. I almost forgot how much I love dumping out a quick sketch like this. See normally I wouldn’t be interested in drawing this character since she doesn’t really stick out from all the other cute characters I could be drawing (Like Jazmine from the Boondocks cartoon or Vanellope) but since I’m playing Resident Evil Revelations 2 right now, I kinda like Natalia’s cute little black dress you can unlock, but that’s not a good enough reason for me to spend a whole week drawing, cleaning up and coloring her. My schedule is busy enough as it is. And sometimes a quick and dirty sketch is just what the doctor ordered. There’s a bunch of drawings that I just got burnt out from drawing, but as long as it’s just a quick sketch, I’ll finish it. And likewise, sometimes I’m just not interested in messing my diaper and then going through the trouble of rolling it up and sterilizing it so I can keep it around me for a few days longer. Sometimes I just wanna shit my diaper, change, and then be done with it.
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