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    Schoolgirls are spanked by a nun, and their mother. Put in diapers and given enemas.
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    Girls wet themselves, have leaky diapers, change themselves, and are changed by an older sister.
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  3. View File Girls peeing diapers and clothes Girls wet themselves, have leaky diapers, change themselves, and are changed by an older sister. Submitter FarCry3 Submitted 10/18/2023 Category Female  
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  5. Hello again! I have been in the mood to write another story, this one another solo. It’s not something I remember as well as the others though, so I have to admit that I embellished it a bit and filled in the blanks in my memory, so it definitely straddles the line between an experience and fiction. I’m not quite sure where the mods draw the line (or if it’s really that big of an issue), but I put it in here because it’s based on a real experience and this is where I’ve put all my stories so far. Sorry if it seems exceptionally disjointed by the way – I had to stop writing suddenly but wanted to post what I have. Also – if anyone has any requests for things to me to write about, please do ask! Whether its types of experiences I’ve had or a fictional story idea, I’d appreciate the feedback and inspiration! When I was in university, I had a really good friend that lived about 15-20 minutes away from my apartment at the time by foot. I’d walk over fairly frequently, and we’d usually chat and watch TV until late into the afternoon/evening, and I would end up walking home around 10 or 11 when I started getting sleepy. I wanted to write a story about one of those times! This afternoon (I can’t remember the day – probably a Friday or Saturday?), I’d spent most of the afternoon with my friend watching who knows what. It was fairly warm that day from what I remember, so I’d definitely been drinking water throughout the day, and I remember my friend giving me a cup of sweet tea that evening. If you’re not familiar with “sweet tea” in some parts of the US, it’s basically sugar with a bit of water and tea flavoring in it. I remember having to wash out my mouth with an entire bottle of water just to get the taste out – it was way, way too sweet for me! I guess all of this is a long way of saying that I drank a lot over the afternoon, and didn’t really go to the bathroom. I remember tending not to use the bathroom at this friend’s house – he was a great friend, but let’s just say his housekeeping skills needed some work. I remember falling asleep on the couch as we were watching something longer and older – Golden Girls maybe? – thanks in part to the drink or two I’d had that night. I remember my friend gently shaking my shoulder to wake me up, and I instinctively stretched to wake myself up. I stopped after a second or two as I noticed a stretching pain in my abdomen. It vaguely registered to me that I had to pee, but I wasn’t really awake yet. I talked with my friend a bit, I think he just told me I’d fallen asleep and it was late. “I guess I should go home,” I yawned and stood up, still groggy. I shifted back and forth a bit, feeling the fullness in my stomach. “Want to use the restroom before you go?” he asked as I finished off my drinks. “No, I’m good,” I said reflexively as I yawned. “Okay,” he said, in that kind of “if you say so” sort of way. We hugged, and probably chatted a bit in the doorway, but not that long this day – it was pretty warm. I remember giving my friend a hug and feeling the pressure on my bladder get even worse, but I was still groggy. As soon as the door shut and I turned around and began walking through my friend’s apartment complex, it finally set in. “Shit,” I whispered to myself, and stopped walking down the stairwell I was on. I looked down at my stomach, and you could clearly see my stomach bulging through my white t-shirt. A gust of wind made my shirt flutter around a little bit, and it clung to my stomach. “Damn,” I found myself thinking. “I look really fat right now.” I’m not sure why that, of all things, was my biggest concern right now, but it was. I looked down at my shorts – they were skinny, well fit and (just my luck) light grey/blue denim. I remember wearing a belt, but not what kind. I definitely remember wearing white briefs. I looked down at my stomach, then up at the road I had to walk down to get home. It wasn’t too busy this time of night, but there was still some traffic, and I was too far away to see my apartment complex. I turned and looked back at my friend’s front door, wincing a bit at the pain in my stomach. For a second, I almost turned and went back to his door to ask to use the toilet, but something about the pain in my stomach flipped a switch on me. There was suddenly some part of me that absolutely loved the pain I was in, and even more loved the anxiety I felt, knowing that I might not make it back. Some part of my brain thought to the rest of me, “Do it, b!tch, start walking home,” and the rest of me shuddered at the thought, suddenly awake and alive. How bad would it hurt? Would anyone notice me squirming or walking home funny? Worst case, what if… I didn’t make it? Before even half of that had crossed my mind, I found myself down the flight of stairs and walking off towards the street. I stuck my hands inside my pockets and walked determinedly towards my apartment. Walking wasn’t popular where I lived, so the roads didn’t have well-maintained sidewalks. Hitting the uneven pavement definitely played havoc with my walking, and my bladder too. I felt around my pockets to see if I could reach myself, and I just barely could. When there weren’t oncoming cars, I was rubbing my finger up and down my shaft over my briefs. It worked before long, and I got hard enough to help me have to pee a little bit less. The problem for me, though, is that I can get myself mentally worked up pretty easily, and I knew if I went past edging myself, I’d be seconds away from soaking wet pants. I couldn’t help but imagine it, how good it would feel, both to let go and to cum, and I had to stop. I felt very, very close to cumming in my pants, right there on the sidewalk. I stopped walking and kept my dick pointed off to one side, my hand cupped over it in my pocket to keep anything from touching it even slightly. I felt like even a brush from my shorts would set me off right then. I tried to stand stock still, hands cupped in my pockets, slightly bent over at the waist, and wait to be … less aroused, I guess? While I was standing there trying not to think of sexy things, it occurred to me that the longer I waited, the more pain I would be in, and the more likely I would be to wet my pants before I got home. That thought did not help me calm down. As I felt myself closer and closer to cumming, I froze in place, squeezed my eyes and tried to think of the most un-sexy things that I could imagine. I tried to block out the sensation of something working its way through my shaft … and just barely splash into my underwear. I’d just barely avoided cumming in my pants, but I hadn’t come (hahah) out unscathed. I could feel a patch of slimy wetness on my underwear, and once I’d gotten more control of myself and the feeling of cumming had almost completely gone, I realized I’d better get walking again. I’d wasted several minutes with my plan to edge myself for relief, probably doubling the length of my walk home now. “I’d better get going,” I thought to myself, “and I’d better leave it alone.” As I kept walking over the unkempt and uneven concrete, I felt my bladder feeling strangely inflated (not just in the “about to piss myself” way), and even worse, a little numb, like my muscles were beginning to quiver. “You’ve got this,” I tried to convince myself. “You wanted this, you can do it. You will hold it.” That was when I got to the hardest part of the walk. There was a gap in the concrete where there was a drainage ditch that ran under the road. It was too long to just step over, and I can’t remember why, but I couldn’t walk across the road – maybe there were just too many cars. My only option was to jump across the ditch, and I did not want to. I stood there for a few seconds with my hands balled up in my pockets, but I thought about the time I’d already wasted with my edging idea, and knew I’d better bite the bullet. I backed up a few steps, ran a few steps back away from the ditch, and started to run. I jumped as hard as I could just shy of the ditch, and landed on my feet, trying to bend my knees as I landed safely on the other side to cushion my landing. It didn’t totally work. As I hit the ground, a sharp pain shot up and through my bladder, strong enough that I stayed bent at the knees rather than standing up. I clenched my muscles closed as hard as I could, but a shot of adrenaline ran through me when I felt a spurt dribble out of me and into my briefs. The adrenaline plus the feeling of my wet underwear was electric, and I felt myself nearing the edge again despite not even being hard. I stood there with my fists in my pockets again, trying to back myself away from the edge I’d just jumped on to. A couple cars drove by me, and I had to wonder what they thought I was up to, and what they’d think if they knew I was probably minutes away from pissing myself (or… something else). I remember squeezing my fists together and grunting to hold back a contraction from my bladder that was incredibly difficult to resist, in multiple ways, but I held on, determined to make it back and not have everyone driving past me see me with soaked shorts. I was incredibly tempted to grab myself through my pocket to keep myself from leaking anymore, but I knew that if I did, I’d probably lose control in a different way. I kept walking determinedly towards the entrance to my apartment complex, and I think I managed to make it without really leaking, at least too much. I definitely remember there was a part of my brain taunting me, teasing me about how close I was to losing it and how I might not make it back dry. Or rather, that I’d make it back less dry than I already was. There were two street entrances to my apartment complex, one off the street I was going down now, and another in a kind of side street that was maybe another half mile or mile and around a corner from where I was walking now. I finally made it around to the front of my complex (I couldn’t see the front because it was walled in with a pretty big wall), and I just about pissed myself then and there when I saw that there was construction at the main entrance that had started since I’d left. I stood there for a while looking for a way to walk through the tape, construction equipment, whatever was there, and I remember I couldn’t find a way to use the entrance. I don’t remember why exactly, just that I couldn’t. I felt a tiny drop of piss leak out of me again, and I took that as a sign to get moving – I had a long, long walk ahead of me. I felt my stomach sink, and part of me knew that I would not make it. I just had to piss too badly to make it back to my apartment going the long way. I was sweating as I walked, my white t-shirt clinging to me, and my hair clinging to my forehead. I’d walked past the front entrance to the complex, and couldn’t help but look back, to see if there was any path in that I’d missed, since I’d never walked this way around the complex before. I was ecstatic to see a possible way in – it turned out that there was a dirt mound that ran up the other side of the wall, as if they had to dig out part of a hill to make the complex, and I could walk right up to the top of the wall. I didn’t know what was on the other side, but I knew I had to get in that way. I walked quickly up the side of the hill and peeked over the edge. I swallowed nervously. There was a drop on to some grass, but the drop was longer than I was tall. I knew I had to, though. There just wasn’t another way I even had a chance of making it back dry. I sat on the top of the wall for a moment and grabbed myself through my briefs and pocket and took a few deep breaths. I knew I could easily lose it doing this, but I still thought it was my only hope. It was about here that I got the idea to record myself doing this, and took my phone out of my pocket and held it in my left hand after starting video recording. I grabbed on to myself with my right hand, winced a bit as I felt my briefs go squish with wetness and make my pocket damp as I grabbed them, and I shoved off of the top. I landed on my feet, cushioned my fall by bending my knees again, and for a second everything went black as a bolt of pain radiated out over my entire abdomen from my bladder. As the world came back, I felt my hand get even wetter, and squeezed, hard. I felt pee build up in my shaft, but with nowhere it could empty to, I stopped the leaking relatively quickly. I looked down at my pants in horror, and there was a wet patch about the size of a baseball or two off to the side where I was holding myself through my pocket. I felt more in my shaft, though, and knew I was kind of screwed when it came to letting it out – I pointed the camera at my crotch and relaxed my fist gently. I tried to soak up what was in there with the fabric of my pocket, but I felt some running over my balls and knew I would have some wetness between dripping down between my legs now. I looked and, sure enough, another baseball sized wet patch was between my legs, and my underwear felt soaked to boot. But now that I could walk without holding myself and leaking, I started power walking over to my apartment building. Unfortunately, I was actually on the other side of the complex from my apartment, and in an area I’d never really had any reason to walk through before. I walked past the first set of apartment buildings (I was trying to walk between them rather than along the walkways to save time) and ended up in some courtyard. I looked around and tried to find my way out. While I was, a few more drops found their way out as my bladder contracted. I groaned to myself as the only exit I could find was back towards the entrance to the apartments, and just started power walking there. I probably looked like I was a wreck at the time – I was sweating way too much for the temperature outside, my shirt was clinging to my torso (and bulging stomach/bladder), and my pants were damp in a couple places. I brushed my hair back out of my eyes, not really caring what I looked like anymore, aside from not wanting to wet my pants even more. I kept walking briskly and could see my car and apartment off in the distance. “Not much longer!” I thought to myself, and I could feel a sense of relief float through me at the idea that I’d mostly make it. I barely noticed a guy walking past me, a few years older than me I guessed, and definitely cute – someone I would stop and try to talk to, in different circumstances. As it was though, I think I just blushed furiously and leaked a bit more into my shorts just before I passed him. I noticed him definitely looking at me, and worse, smirking while giving me a look-over from head to toe, probably with my wet crotch and bulging stomach in between. I looked down at my pants once I’d walked by, and my crotch was actually dryer – the wetness had kind of spread out and dried a bit in the warm weather – but there was a noticeable wet spot between my legs. I blushed again, knowing he must have seen it, but kept powering on to my door, which was starting to be just in reach. I couldn’t get that guy out of my head though, and the same part of my brain that told me to walk home without peeing first started mocking me. I couldn’t get past the fact that I’d just walked by someone in probably visibly wet pants – my heart started pounding and I walked faster, as fast as I safely could towards my apartment door. Along the way, there were dumpsters with three-way walls part way around it, with the front open for people to toss in garbage. You couldn’t see through the fences (they were solid, made of wood) and there was some space behind them, between the dumpster and the fence. My heart was racing, and as I just passed by one of them, my brain told me I had to turn back and get back there, I was just freaking out too much. I did a quick 180 to go back to the dumpster and panicked even more when I saw the guy from before in the distance, walking back towards me (he had gone to get his mail or something, I guess?). I dashed into the little fenced off area behind the dumpster with my heart pounding and body tensing and shaking, worried he’d seen me go back there. But it didn’t matter. Once I was out of view of him, a huge wave of tension wracked my entire body, and without feeling it, I started pissing full blast into my shorts. I stumbled, barely able to hold onto my phone and take the few more steps to get fully hidden. I groaned as I heard the pee hissing into my pants and fall down my legs onto my shoes. I fell onto one knee as I got behind the dumpster and grabbed onto some metal/concrete pole thing to keep myself from falling straight onto the ground. I hoisted myself up to sit on the pole, still pissing myself, and just spread my legs, tucked my feet back behind me, and tried and failed to stop the inevitable. I was shaking like crazy as I watched my light denim shorts get more and more soaked, and listened to my pee splash onto the concrete. I snapped out of it just enough to think that the guy I walked past would hear the splashing. I panicked more, and kind of shoved myself off of the pole with my feet. I landed on my knees, a bit painfully, with my legs spread and feet back, continuing to piss myself. I lay my back against the pole and gave in. I heard the slight trickle from my pants, like a tiny little fountain or faucet or something, and my heart started pounding as I heard footsteps approaching me. I tried as hard as I could to stop peeing again, but I honestly just couldn't. It was like trying to move a muscle I didn’t have. I cupped my free hand over my mouth and nose and listened as the footsteps got closer. My heart pounded out of my chest as the footsteps were right on the other side of the dumpster and stopped for a while. I squeezed my eyes closed as they stopped and walked around out front. I was sure I was going to be found out, having completely soaked myself behind a dumpster. I felt my entire body release tension as I heard a pling of garbage being tossed into the dumpster, and the steps moved on. Somehow, I started pissing myself even more, and collapsed forward, bent over onto my elbows, my head between my arms. I just stayed there, shaking occasionally, as my bladder finally emptied. I watched as the puddle I was making started soaking the concrete and flowing down to the grass. Once I was done, I got back up onto my knees and sat on the pole. I felt a squish as I sat on my wet pants. I looked at myself for a while – thanks to all the positions I’d been wetting myself in, my shorts were completely soaked as far as I could see, and my t-shirt was soaked from me sweating with the effort of holding it in. I felt so much lighter and thinner now that my stomach wasn’t bloated with whatever I’d been drinking that night, and just that feeling alone was amazing. I couldn’t help but want to see the damage on the inside. I unzipped my pants and undid my waist button and belt, and held my shorts open slightly. I immediately got hard when I saw that my white underwear had turned almost completely transparent. I was already getting hard as I zipped myself back up, feeling the texture of my underwear and jeans rub against me as I got harder. I re-did my belt – much easier now, I’d noticed – and as I moved my pants redoing my belt, I rubbed just enough to start exploding in my pants. I clamped my mouth and jaw shut to stifle the noises I couldn’t stop myself from making, and tried to steady myself on the pole as my vision closed in. My free hand flew to my crotch to rub myself and get the most out of my orgasm – if I was going to soak myself behind a dumpster, I may as well have fun doing it, right? I was pumping incredibly, almost painfully, hard, and even managed to feel the splashing in my already soaked underwear. I have no idea how long I kept going for, but I know I had to sit there for a minute or two afterwards – the whole thing was just utterly exhausting. If you’ve never held until you genuinely lose control before, it really does take a lot of energy, even more than a really hard work out. When I finally got my wits back, I checked the damage. My pants were almost completely soaked except for the sides of my thighs. My t-shirt was soaked and transparent up to part of my stomach, at least in the front. My shoes and socks were damp and a little squishy, but I think I’d managed to spare them the worst of it. Lucky for me, I thought, I was too wet to immediately look like I’d pissed myself, because my shorts seemed uniformly wet. My heart was pounding in my chest as I peeked around the dumpster, checking to see if the coast was clear, first out the front of the little enclosure, then out to the sides. Lucky for me, I didn’t see anyone. I started running over to my door, just a hundred feet or so away, and blushed again as I felt my wet shorts rubbing against my thighs. I ran over to my enclosed stairwell, and relaxed as I was out of sight of the public again. I got out my keys and shot over to my apartment door (where I was visible to everyone again), and opened it as quickly as I could, hiding behind the door the instant I could. Before I closed the door, I looked around … and burst out laughing to myself as I saw the guy from earlier in front of his apartment, looking right at me. I blushed furiously again and shut the door. Now that I was alone, it was time to clean up. After a bit more fun, of course!
  6. View File Desperate Cat Burglar Tina Monster Horror Catburglar Tina's plan to break into the Clamp Center is thwarted when she fails to go to the bathroom first. In her pee desperation she takes the wrong elevator and is confronted with the creatures. She is so scared she wets herself and gets captured where she is tied to a chair and hitachied until she cums because the creatures feed off of women's orgasms. Submitter Daddy-Mikasa Submitted 10/12/2023 Category Female  
  7. Hassan crossed his legs as the bus AC blasted cold air at him. He had been trying to turn the damn thing off for the past hour and a half, but the dial was broken, so he had no choice but to endure. A strong spasm from his bladder made him wince, and the man in the seat next to him looked over. “Everything alright, son?” The older man asked. “Yes, yes,” Hassan replied, sitting up straighter. “It’s just my muscles cramping from being on the bus this long.” He didn’t want to admit that he was absolutely bursting to pee at 18 years of age. He was traveling to the nearby town of Peshawar to visit his aunt Anita during the winter vacations, and although it was just supposed to be a short two-hour bus ride, some construction along the highway had forced them to reroute. He squeezed his thighs together and steeled his resolve. He was desperate for sure, but it was only a little while longer to go, and he had no choice but to endure the pain for the remainder of the journey. I just wish it wasn’t this cold, he thought to himself. They were nearing their destination, but this meant that the bus was now having to navigate the heavy city traffic. He cursed under his breath as they stopped at another red light, and slyly slipped a hand between his legs to hold himself directly. The man sitting next to him was scrolling through his phone, so he wasn’t any wiser as to where Hassan had put his hand. He felt another strong twinge in his bladder, and once more he had to tense every muscle in his body to hold on. He hadn’t had to pee this bad for so many years now. He was always careful with going to the bathroom, so this sort of situation was unprecedented for him. The bus crept along slowly, and Hassan’s need increased with every passing second. By the time the bus finally stopped, and the pressurized doors sprang open, Hassan was almost doubled over by the pain of holding it. He got to his feet, legs squished tightly against each other, and shuffled through the aisle. Even the few steps that it took to get down from the bus to the ground were torture for his sloshing bladder. Unsurprisingly, his aunt was already waiting for him when he got out of the bus. “Hey.” She smiled at him, and then frowned seeing his condition. “Is everything alright, Hassan?” She asked. Hassan just shuffled past her towards the large sign that read ‘TOILET’. “I have to go to the bathroom,” he said. “I’ll be back.” “Oh,” was all his aunt said as he half-walked, half-hobbled through the bus terminal. He rushed into the bathroom, and found the first stall with an empty door. He rushed inside, kicked the door closed with his foot, and then started struggling with his belt. “Fuck,” he cursed, when his belt put up some resistance. “No.” He felt another strong surge from his bladder, and a shiver ran up his spine as a small spurt of pee forced its way through his peehole and stained the front of his boxers. Thankfully, that was the exact moment that his belt came undone. He pulled his pants down in one swift go and almost instantly after he lost control of his bladder, a thick stream pouring out into the bowl. “Fuuuuck,” he sighed, and braced himself against the wall as he continued to pee. It was scary how he had lost control, but it had only been for a second. His jeans were still dry, and there was barely a wet spot on his boxers. It had been a close thing, but he had made it in the end. Of course he had. He was a grown boy who was heading off to college next year. He was here to teach a basic programming course to younger children in his aunt’s school. There was no way he had ever been in any real danger. And the small wet spot on his boxers, well, how was that any different from times when he would forget to shake his thing after he was done peeing and a little bit of wetness would sneak through? He finished peeing, washed his hand, and made his way back to the bus where his aunt was still waiting for him. “I hope you made it in time,” she laughed lightly as she said this, and Hassan fought off a blush. Even if he had never been in any real danger of having an accident, he had still behaved rather childishly in front of his aunt. He laughed, a little unconvincingly, alongside her. “Of course I did aunty, quit pulling my leg.” He was a grown up now, and he would make sure his aunt knew it. “Let’s get going then,” she said. “I already went ahead and got your bag from the luggage compartment, and I’m sure you’re famished.” They loaded his bags into the trunk of her car, and they set off for her home. Hassan’s aunt Anita was a pretty woman in her late 30’s. She had been married to his dad’s younger brother before he passed away six years ago, but the family was still close with her. Hassan had never admitted it to anyone, but he had always had a little crush on aunt Anita. It wasn’t anything weird. And they weren’t related anyway, so it didn’t matter. She was still a very attractive woman. She had fair skin, a round but pretty face, and an hourglass figure. As they drove towards her home, she asked him about all the courses he would take when he finally went off to college. She talked about the challenges of running her own school, and how teaching a small course to younger children would help with his college applications. They went home, ate a traditional meal of Kabuli Pulao, and then watched some T.V for a few more hours. “I think we better turn in then,” his aunt said at around 10:00 p.m. “It’s a school night.” They said their goodnights, Hassan gulped down another glass of water, and then they went into separate rooms to drift off to sleep. To be continued
  8. I want to share a double penetration + omorashi threesome sexual experience between myself, my husband, and our boyfriend (all of us are bisexual), because it was so hot. 😭 Some ABDL content too, be warned. The three of us were having sex when I had to pee a little bit, but not too bad. But we put the waterproof blanket down just in case. I was wearing knee-high white socks. They started putting butt plugs in me starting with very small and gradually increasing in size to warm me up, because otherwise I get impatient and anal sex hurts. Finally, when the plug slipped out on it's own by accident they said I was stretched and ready, so my husband started fucking my ass while I gave my bf a blowjob. But with his cock in my ass I had to pee so much worse, and they told me to go ahead and pee, but even though I tried to pee to relieve the pressure, it was so much stimulation I could only leak a little bit (onto husband's balls) before it stopped. They were both teasing me about it. We got into this kneeling position with my husband behind me and bf in front so my bf could fuck my pussy at the same time, and that made it even more impossible to pee, I was so full and the pressure was so intense, but it felt so good! While they were both inside me, only moving a little bit because of how full I was, they had me touch myself until I came around both their cocks, and then it was so intense I basically collapsed. After they pulled out I was still holding my pee, because the worst of the pressure was relieved from not having cocks in my ass or pussy, but before they let me fall asleep, they got a pullup diaper and put it on me and teased me that they knew I couldn't be a big girl and hold it during my nap. I laid facedown on top of bf and husband cuddled me too and I started to fall asleep and just let go and wet the pullup because it felt so relaxing and good. When I woke up, I realized I overflowed the pullup and it leaked over bf and the blanket underneath us. As "punishment" he had me turn over onto my back and teased me again about needing to get put in real diapers. Husband took the diaper off me. I protested and said I didnt need diapers, and wiggled and pulled my knees up, and peed a little bit more on my socks because I still needed to go. Husband then fucked me again [edit: he washed his cock off after my ass and before this because safety first lol] while I laid on my back on my bf and in the puddle I'd made until he came inside me. It's a good life haha.
  9. So it is Fall here in the US and that means Haunt Season where haunted mazes, houses and attractions sprout up. I have a fantasy of going to a really scary haunt and either having a for real pee accident due to a scare or using the haunt as as cover for having an accident. Some of the Haunts promote that they scare until some pee and offer gimmicks like a pee pants count or a T-Shirt to those who were so scared that they peed your pants. Have any of you been to a haunt that casue you to wet yourself or used the haunt as a cover to wet yourself? What do you all think about the the ethics of peeing your pants at a haunt.... doing it on purpose using the haunt as a cover.... doing it for real due to the scare and going knowing that you might actually pee yourself due to a scare?
  10. View File SMD-012 Schoolgirls are spanked by a nun, and their mother. Put in diapers and given enemas. Submitter FarCry3 Submitted 10/13/2023 Category JAV Collections  
  11. Just posted my second ever piece of omo fiction: https://www.wattpad.com/1389603483-desperate-train-ride-can't-hold-his-pee-on-the check it out its a short read about a long train ride! 🙂
  12. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    I did both of the winning ideas from my Solitary poll on Patreon for this month! Both were continuations from some previous images I have done, and this one is the conclusion of Turbulence! Anyway, here's the story for this one! - Ivy dared not move for the longest time. Her breathing was tense, and short. She stared at the seat belt light, and her hands dug deep into the denim between between her tightly crossed legs. Her situation had already been a dire emergency when her ass hovered so close to the seat of the tiny airplane toilet --- and that moment felt as if it had been an eternity ago. Truthfully, she didn't care about the time, as her focus was set exclusively on the very conscious effort of keeping all that liquid torture inside of her body. She'd already leaked twice, and that second one had left her teetering on the edge of failure. The need to urinate assailed her with animalistic rage. Her body shifted at times without control as her brain --- drowned in the stress of concentrated need --- resorted to measures of pure instinct. The sun had set, and her will had won for now --- but she knew that the end was fast-approaching. Her bladder felt like a pumpkin, and she was constantly pulling back --- whatever that meant --- on it. And she knew her kidneys were somehow finding more water to load into the overloaded pouch of muscle. Instinct drove her to unclip the latch on her purse. It drove her to tear her pants and panties down in the very public cab. It did not spare the items inside --- there was no time. She peed. Aiming for the purse, the jet was at first so strong that it missed, flew straight from her body, and crashed into the back of the seat ahead of her. She angled what would be more aptly described as a beam of piss into the bag she dangled between her legs.
  13. Almost Losing It On The Subway Louise woke up the way she did every morning: with an urgently full bladder, overnight leakage having left enough moisture in her panties to stick them warmly against her pussy. She laid there for a while, not wanting to leave her cozy bed. Eventually, it became fruitless to toss and turn to ease her urinary discomfort. The discomfort was too intense. She kicked the blanket off and scooted to the edge of the bed, holding her crotch with the hand that wasn’t rubbing her eyes tiredly. She crossed her legs tightly and gyrated her hips around as she fed the fish on her nightstand. Then, with her hands between her thighs, she rushed to the bathroom. Urine began to seep into her undies while she was still several steps away, bursting explosively the moment she pulled them down and sat on the toilet. As she pee’d hard, sighing with relief, she dried her underwear as best she could. Despite not being on her period, she grabbed a pad to protect what she could of her clothes throughout the day, plus a couple squares of toilet paper to sit in the crotch of her pants. Later, Louise went to a coffee shop to do her homework. She drank a coffee in the first twenty minutes she was there, ending up spending another two hours at the table. Her bladder was pretty full by that point. She shifted in her seat a little as she chewed on her pencil in deep thought, anxious to be done with her homework so she could hurry up and piss. A tickle in her nose made her sneeze, squirting out a bit of pee into the toilet tissue in her panties. She picked up the pace, straining her nether regions and squishing her thighs together. As soon as she was finished, she hurriedly got her things together and rushed to the front. “Can I get the code for the restroom?” she asked. “Uh, it’s for customers only. Sorry,” replied the cashier. “But I got one when I got here!” “W-well, when you’re here for so long…” they glanced at their stern-looking manager within listening distance. “I can ring you up for another if you want?” She sighed and pursed her lips. “N-no thanks,” she said, pressing her thighs together. She rushed out of there. If she hurried she might be able to make the next train home, avoiding the pee tax on the public toilets. She really had to go, but she was somewhat confident in her ability to hold it for at least a train ride. The turnstile pressed against her belly as she went through and forced another hard spurt into her undies. She squeaked in discomfort, sticking her butt out and squeezing her crotch for a second. The pulsating urge to urinate was getting more serious with every leak she had. She made it to her gate just in time, without opportunity to use the facilities down there. As it took off, jostling the passengers (not to mention her urine swelled organ), she let out another dribbling stream of pee into her pants and wondered if she made the right choice. It had gotten exponentially harder to contain her liquid waste in the time it took to get over there. She hugged the pole, swaying and rubbing her legs together. Fiddling with her waistband, she even stepped around and bobbed up and down, her cheeks turning red with shame. It embarrassed her deeply, but there were moments of intense urgency when she really wouldn’t have been able to keep it in if she didn’t squirm. Louise’s bladder was tight and full, pounding with urgency. As the train came to a stop, her body forced a long spurt out that saturated the crotch of her pants and dribbled down her thigh. “Nnngh!” she whined, pressing her legs together sheepishly. The damage had definitely become visible now. She wasted no time when the doors opened, making a mad dash through the crowds of people. She bumped into someone, making her pee a bit more. She called out an apology while she strained her muscles, begging her urethra to stop. She had to pee so bad. Another dribble as she pushed through the turnstile. She was sweating, her desperation turning frantic. If she pissed her pants on the side of the road, she’d never recover. Walking into her roommate-filled apartment with soaked clothes is an experience she never wants to have. But as she walked hurriedly down the street, a drop or two leaking out of her every few moments, it was coming closer and closer to reality. She spotted her apartment building down the block and started running, hands on her inner thighs. She quickly stopped when the movement started forcing out spurts with every step, a dark patch growing rather obviously from her crotch to her bottom. Her eyes welled up with tears from the discomfort and humiliation. The first few stairs went okay. The next few had her urinating, making her stop in her tracks and lean against the railing to steel herself. “Oooh…” she groaned miserably, tears falling down her cheeks as her urethra stung and her screaming bladder contracted intensely. She could feel the warmth of her growing accident all the way to her butt. She wiped her face and proceeded carefully. By the time she reached her door, her legs were like jelly, trembling terribly beneath her. She rushed inside and made a beeline to the bathroom. “Hey, Louise!” her roommate greeted. “Hey!” she choked, pee starting to seep out. She burst into the bathroom and barely had time to shut the door before she started seriously leaking on herself again. The dark patch turned huge as she struggled with her button. “P-please!” she begged, twisting up like a pretzel, her hands trembling. The darkness started to streak down her inner legs. She tore her pants down to her thighs just enough to sit down and explode. “Ahh- hahh-“ she bit her lip, closing her eyes as her bladder pain receded and was replaced with body trembling euphoria. The weird thing was, she felt wet warmth seeping through the fabric against her thighs. She gasped, her hard stream faltering as she frantically wriggled her khaki’s down and away from her spouting urine. She had completely soiled the butt of her pants. “Fuck…” she swore, still urinating powerfully. “Hey, you okay?” someone knocked on the door. “Y-yeah, fine! I just really had to go,” she chuckled casually. “I thought you were crying! You scared me!” they laughed. Her stream gradually fettered off. She didn’t even bother wiping. Now, it was time for an almost weekly routine. She cringed as she pulled her soaked pants back up, lukewarm fabric pressing against her body. She ran the shower and stepped under it, lifting her shirt up and letting the water rinse away the smell of urine. Then, she pulled them off, wrung them out, and left them on the towel rack to dry while she showered. When she was done, in only a towel, she took her damp clothes back to her room.
  14. Hello everyone! I'm a male, 26 years old, with short brown hair parted high on my left and swished across to my right. I have blue eyes and wear black plastic glasses with dark blue accents. I'm 5' 11" (180.34cm) at 170lbs (77kg). I've got broad shoulders and a large ribcage, with little to no stomach sticking out bc the bulk of my weight is muscle on my shoulders, upper arms and upper legs due to my racing and go karting hobbies. The steering in my Audi TT is a bit on the heavy side, so I end up building some muscle since I do practice runs every other day for at least an hour. I don't have a very large ass due to not holding fat on me. Before I begin with the story, I'd like to give some context. For as long as I can remember, I've been aroused by peeing where I'm not supposed to, holding to the point of genuine desperation, legitimately wetting myself (not just giving up and peeing... Genuine accidents bc I CAN'T hold it anymore), masturbating while bursting and/or right after bursting, and of course, finding new fun ways to do these things! More info on this is available in my thread Practice Makes Perfect! I know this is an 18+ site, so I'm not giving detail here... Just know that since about 3rd grade, I've done a hold that lead to a genuine accident at least once every week. For about a 6 month period during middle school (can't remember which year), I wet myself every day. These were all genuine accidents, never once did I say "I'm bored now" and just pee because I could. As a result of this, I now have a huge bladder and very strong holding muscles. Anyway, that's enough of this, since I'm not allowed to detail any of these holds due to the 18+ rule. If anyone is questioning my bladder size or thinking that I'm exaggerating, I've attached a picture to this post. It's literally just the same picture from the Practice Makes Perfect thread. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ When I was 19, I was at a family friend's house and started to not feel that great, so I used the restroom in hopes that I could just poop out whatever was bothering me, had some water (it was a rather hot day), and started walking home. Note that it would be at least 30 minutes before I got home even at my usual brisk pace bc of my nice long legs. I only got halfway home or so and a burning started, both in my bladder, and in my dick. I quickened my pace, hoping to get home and be able to deal with whatever this was. Naturally, when I was about 5 minutes away from home, the burning got more intense and spread to include my holding muscles and what I imagine was my urinary track. I again quickened my pace, my bladder protesting harshly and demanding that I empty my bladder into my pants right there on the side of the street in the middle of town with nothing to hide behind. I just clenched and kept speed walking. When I finally got home, I went inside and headed upstairs to the bathroom. I was in such a rush, I completely ignored my brother and my parents as I just speed walked straight upstairs and to the bathroom. When I finally got to the bathroom and opened the door, I was met with a powerful wave of desperation ON TOP of all the burning! I knew I didn't have long, and slammed the door shut as I fumbled for my zipper! Naturally, I completely lost control. There was no warning, just a sudden full throttle gush into my shorts, down my legs, and onto the floor! I was so mortified and overwhelmed with a mix of relief and whatever these burning sensations were that I just stood there, unable to stop the stream or even slow it down. As my dick always lays to the left, my stream soaked through that side of my shorts, my wallet, my car keys, and spread quickly on the floor! I stood there, nearly crying, trying to come up with what to do next. I grabbed a bunch of towels, threw them on the floor, started pulling things out of my pockets, and began cleaning up. I was still so mortified of what had just happened that I almost cried the whole time. I then showered, and did not jack off to any of this. Don't get me wrong, genuine accidents are like my favorite thing next to sex with a full bladder, but this was different. The burning didn't go away, and the shower did help, but it didn't entirely go away. I just ignored it bc I was so mortified and I didn't want my family to find out about my mishap. The burning went away about an hour after my shower and didn't come back. I intentionally drank just enough to stay hydrated for the rest of the evening, so that I wouldn't have to go to the bathroom. I did this out of fear that the burning might come back with a vengeance if I let my bladder get too full. I also peed quite often, not very large amounts, in an effort to keep my bladder empty and hopefully keep that burning from coming back. Later that night, I had some warm milk to calm my nerves before bed. Looking back on it, this probably lead to what happened later that night. At about 2am, I woke up to a sensation I hadn't felt in almost 20 years... I'd peed the bed in my sleep! By the time I'd woken up, my bladder was already empty! I was so mortified by all this that I completely stopped all omorashi related activities for a few weeks. I didn't jack off AT ALL for the entire time. I didn't tell anyone about any of it. Really just shat all over my mood and my self esteem. Silver lining! I pulled out of that lull a few weeks later and resumed omorashi related activities! I saved my first wank for when I was truly desperate and legit about to lose control, and oh boy was it an exceptional orgasm! Multiple back to back jets of cum, a warm ecstasy like I hadn't felt in a long time, and a truly magnificent follow up when my bladder burst a few minutes later and I came again! People describe post nut clarity as the best thing in the world, but when you've gone without for awhile and then suddenly get back into it, it's 10 times better! Maybe I should start participating in No Nut November so that I can give myself this gift every December! ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ At 20, I moved out of my parents house to live with my grandparents. I did this mostly out of care for my grandfather, a WWII veteran who was brittle diabetic, renal with double kidney failure, and a double amputee. Despite these disabilities, he had a morning routine of making sure his levels were good (his dialysis machine told us what his blood levels were), putting on his prosthetic legs (he had the ones where you could click the ankles to move the feet), and having a breakfast sized to his blood sugar level. The man knew what he had, and knew how to deal with it. I wanted to support him the best I could, since he was often frustrated about not being able to do the things he used to. I wanted to give it my best to make sure he wasn't lonely in his final years. He eventually peacefully passed, no suffering. We had a wonderful ceremony and every single police officer and veteran in the area came to congratulate the man on his excellent run at life! There's still a LOCAL HERO banner on one of the telephone poles near their house with his name and military accomplishments on it. Anycrap, this is supposed to be about omorashi, so let's get back on track. While at my grandparents, I had much more freedom to explore my fetish! Since pap was usually in the back room and grandma couldn't hear well enough to pick up on my moans, I didn't have to mute myself or suppress any orgasms. I was basically free to do what I wanted, so long as I helped around the house. I cleaned something once a day, sometimes doing household maintenance as well. Needless to say, I'd use these tasks as the starting points for massive holds! I'd drink 1L of water over 90 minutes or so, and I'd make sure to have a pop or something with me when I was cleaning or fixing things, so there was never a very dull moment! I have a few notable holds from living at my grandparents place, and none of them had the UTI scare that the first story did. Luckily, that's only happened once. First story from grandma's house: I was out with my gf at the time and had eaten lunch at a fancy restaurant. Naturally, I took full advantage of their unlimited refills on drinks. I had a lemonade, got a refill, drank the refill, and got another refill that I then put in a to-go cup. That's when we went shopping for about 2 hours before I drove her back to her house. I started sipping on my lemonade during the drive to her place, and by the time we arrived almost an hour later, I was REALLY full! Like, I had to put in genuine effort to not appear desperate in the driver's seat. I just muscled my way to her house, dropped her off, did my best to appear normal while helping her carry in the fruits of her shopping, and then drove home. It felt so good to be able to moan and hold myself without fear of anyone knowing! By the time I got back to town, I was SUPER DESPERATE! Like, couldn't keep my knees apart desperate! My bladder pushed out so far that I'd already loosened my seatbelt and undone my pants to give it room to expand! There was nothing I could do to stop the moans that came when my thighs tensed to keep my boiling hot piss off of the driver's seat! When I finally got home, I parked under the car port out back. Luckily, grandma's back yard was rather elaborate with lots of shrubs and small trees, so I had my pick of places to enjoy myself. Except, that didn't really matter... I stood up out of the car and clutched myself as hard as I could! I couldn't separate my thighs or my knees, nor could I stand up straight! Before I could do anything about anything, I lost a boiling hot spurt that lasted a few seconds and created a wet spot halfway down to my knee! I tried so hard to take a few steps forward and get my pants down behind a large shrub, but it was no use! I started peeing full force into my pants! It took me a few seconds to be able to stop it, and by that point, my left leg was nearly completely soaked! I then opened my pants and jacked off so hard before cumming and losing any control I had left! I power pissed for over a minute before the stream died down to a dribble and finally stopped! Of course, I jacked off again in the shower and CAME SUPER HARD! Second story from grandma's house: One day, my grandparents were both out for pap's doctor's appointment and I had the house to myself for several hours. I'd known about this long before they left, so I drank a metric butt ton of water and Gatorade before they left! I had nearly 3L of liquids over about 5 hours and was SUPER FULL! Like, even with PJ's on, the waist still dug into my bladder bc it was sticking out so far! Naturally, I was SUPER HARD and feeling really hot! I decided to see how far I could go and started playing video games to distract myself from my rapidly growing need! I was once again to the point of uncontrollable thigh clenches, unstoppable moans, and the NEED to grab myself to prevent a flood of boiling hot piss! You know like, when you get so turned on that you start breathing really heavy and nothing else matters? That's exactly what was happening! And my bladder's intense protests and demands to be emptied only turned me on further! I started masturbating to distract myself from my need, which actually worked somehow! However, when I came, I lost a large spurt and nearly lost it all right there on my gaming chair! I ran for the bathroom with my hand squeezing the hell out of my dick, losing one small spurt after another as I made my way down the hall to the toilet! Once there, I started to pull my pants down before it just started ROCKETING out of me! With no options left, I ended up leaving a trail across the bathroom floor as I hopped in the shower and emptied my bladder into my pajama pants! I swear it was coming out of my pocket, running down my leg, dripping directly from my crotch to the shower floor, and the hiss was so damn loud! I didn't even pee for a full minute because it was coming out so fast! Naturally, I jacked off again as soon as my bladder was empty and CAME SO HARD into my soaked pajama pants! I then undressed and took a shower. Third story from grandma's house: I read a thing online awhile back that said that your bladder can hold quite a lot while you sleep, and as long as you wake up before you wet the bed, you should be able to hold a rather large amount. Of course, this peaked my curiosity. I used the restroom about half an hour before bed to make sure I was getting a fair start. See, the plan was to drink JUST ENOUGH to be bursting by morning, not enough to not be able to make it through the night. I laid down several towels in case I'd end up losing some before making it out of bed, and went to bed for the night with a little over 2L in me! I remember having a couple strange dreams, but no wet dreams and no feelings of warmth or wetness. When I woke up the next morning, I had an entire ocean inside of me AND IT WANTED OUT! I immediately curled up and grabbed myself to prevent from wetting the bed and began my hobble to the bathroom. If I wasn't wearing pajamas, my thighs would've probably been visibly pale from being squeezed together so hard! I made it to the bathroom without losing a single spurt and decided to play a little game since I was still holding on by a thread! I started the shower and waited for the hot water to get there. Naturally, the sound of the water pushed my over the edge and I lost a boiling hot spurt lasting almost 10 seconds! I couldn't do anything except pull my rock hard dick out of my PJs and aim at the shower! Finally, I managed to stop the flow, and was still REALLY FULL! Like, it hadn't even really taken the edge off! It took me several attempts to get the water to the right temperature because I kept recoiling and grabbing myself furiously! I finally climbed in the shower and began masturbating furiously! I was so hot! I came and came and came within just a few strokes and then there was nothing I could do to stop the dam from bursting! I pissed boiling hot, very yellow, strong smelling morning pee for what felt like several minutes! I actually reached out of the shower to open the window due to the smell now that the moment was over and I just wanted to get myself clean. While the desperation was brief and I only managed to get a few strokes in before I came, it was some of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced! I don't have any idea how I slept through the night with that much boiling hot piss in me! I plan on adding additional stories as comments to this post whenever I'm ready to share them and I'm not super tired like I am right now. Good night and sweet dreams everyone!
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  16. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Just use the trough --- we know you want to!~ :3 Or keep holding it. That'd be even better... This might or might not be a mix between my Patrons wanting to see a continuation of a little Sci-Fi idea I showed them a while ago and my having played a bunch of Descent the week before...
  17. View File EE-740 Desperate women getting some much needed relief in an alleyway. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 10/09/2023 Category JAV Collections  
  18. K this one was a first. I beat Shizuku on legend and still got soaked cause of a fr accident on the way to the bathroom. Shizuku 10, Shawnie 4, Legend Level. Abercrombie jeans, medium green t-shirt, orange and green long sleeve polo shirt 12 canipees and 8 fuck yous and a yes from Shizuku. 7 challenge sessions, 1 rejected, 7 done. Challenges were harder this week and i hadta reject both on one sess again. stand stretch 8 mins for 3 mins off. Went OK. Legs apart stretch for 15 seconds 3 times and 2 mins off off. went OK. 7 minutes on one foot and 2 mins off. ngl i leaked a couple times but the wett spot wasnt too bad. Next 2 challenges in same sess were pouring warm and cold water down jeans. i was like fuck no. So i never made it to another challenge. Then Shizuku kept with the fucking no's and finally said yes. fr. i stood up and i like sploded and was peeing and couldnt stop. i ran for the bathroom and pee was like pouring down my jeans. i got in the shower and peed there. i was sooooo fucking soaked. So i guess i won cause i made shizu say yes. buit imma soaked boi rn. Totals. 13 Sunday mornings, 14 holds on legend level. 10 fucking soaked endings, 2 damp but winning endings, 1 totally dry winning ending, 1 still soaked winning ending. 120 fuck yous and 4 yesses from Shizuku. 55 challenge sessions, 70 challenges, 15 rejected, 54 done.
  19. Version 1.0.0

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    And here comes the return of the Superheroine Wetting Mega Compilation! If you missed the first one, check it out here. Enjoy superheroines wetting themselves over 50 different superheroine JAV clips in various humiliating scenarios over 3 hours long combined. These clips has been manually cut and compiled by yours truly after digging through multiple websites and blogs over many months of work in my free time. I believe there are still many more out omorashi-based JAV out there and I'm already preparing for the third compilation, but who knows when that will be done. I split the main compilation into 3 parts, each of them spans about an hour long. Some of the clips don't have great quality, so I apologize for that in advance. At the very least it should still be watchable. Most of the wetting in these clips occur as a result of fear, torture, pain, stimulation, and others. Disclaimer: Most of the scenes involve humiliation or violence against the heroines, so if that is something you dislike, you may want to skip out on this. Titles are displayed before each clip so you'd know which JAV clip it is from. If you want any specific video, just tell me its title and I'll gladly give it to you. If you enjoyed these, there's more on the way. Some of the clips I found will be uploaded outside from this main compilation, because I felt that they deserve their own shine. Most of them have multiple amazing wetting scenes on their own. So keep a lookout for them in the near future. They will be prefixed with the [SWMC2].
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  20. Just started the challenge... found it late, so I'm nervous hahahaha... especially cuz I'm towards the end of my hold
  21. Shizuku 10, Shawnie 3, Legend Level. Abercrombie jeans, light blue t-shirt, pink hoodie Kinda a boreing hold cause nobody i know was online. Just like stayed in my lane and got soaked. Not rly fun tho. 12 canipees and 12 fuck yous from Shizuku. 7 challenge sessions, 1 rejected, 7 done. Challenges were kinda easy this week so i thot shiz was gonna let me pee but it was all no's. Touch toes 15 seconds 4 times for 1 minute off. Easy. Legs apart stretch for 15 seconds 3 times and 1 minute off. Easy. Lay on stomach 6 minutes. Dident hafta go too bad right then so it wasn't bad. 3 minutes off. BNathroom sit on toilet and run water 4 minutes, 3 minutes off. Fucking easy. Like that's soooo not gonna make me pee. Stretch 15 seconds 3 times, 3 minutes off. Stretch 15 seconds 4 times, 3 minutes off. Those were kinda hard the last couple a times. Some fucking dumb one I dont remember that I rejected. Bathroom with water running again 3 minutes, 3 minutes off. I leaked some but wasn't like too wett. Then Shizuku kept with the fucking no's and I couldent hold any more. So yeah a fucking wett boi again. Totals. 12 Sunday mornings, 13 holds on legend level. 10 fucking soaked endings, 2 damp but winning endings, 1 totally dry ending, 112 fuck yous and 3 yesses from Shizuku. 52 challenge sessions, 64 challenges, 13 rejected, 51 done. I kinda wish more friends would be on with me tho cause its way funner to get teased like hell when imma tryin a hold.
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