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  1. DarthBane93

    female Some fun for you guys.

    Long day at work today had me longing for a release I thought I'd share with you guys! Didn't realize how camera peeshy I was before this because man I was so nervous lol. I hope you guys enjoy 😉 Plan for now is to have some fun, put the sweatpants back on and see what I can have my bed looking like tomorrow 😈 Untitled.mov @rachelkirwan I feel like you'd appreciate this one 😉
  2. ....so I treated myself to a wetting in the shower....it felt so good to feel it all flowing out 😊 ACB5690E-4237-43EC-83A8-AE1D917427E8.MOV
  3. Rvlis

    Omovember Day 9+10

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Boom, double-feature! ...Mostly cuz I was too busy to do day 9 alone... And I thought it'd work great here! Poor feline~ ;P Also I really like bound-omorashi >w>
  4. 20180930_002153.mp420180930_002328.mp4Hey ! i'm back 🙂 Those 3 videos show you the building up of my desperation with a lot of pee dance and bladder bulge. 20180930_004120.mp4 Contains glimpses of nudity (sorry but I really had to grab my thing not to make a mess on the floor :$ ) Hope you like it ! Looking foward your feedback, suggestions and requests (can't promise anything though, i just moved with 3 roomates which drastically limit my kinky playground ..) 20180930_002153.mp4 20180930_002328.mp4
  5. biondi

    opposite sex pee

    if you could be of the opposite sex for a week whar are the weirdest places you'd pee and why ?
  6. I found that video some days ago, but I can't find it in my browser's history ...it could be from "lucas raunch" or "titan men" (or others), but it was showing a scene of two men, maybe about the age of 30, a close-up scene showed one of them peeing, I think he got a hard-on. then the other guy seem to be ready to cum, letting the other guy know, that he should open his mouth (I was watching his video muted, so I only visually saw these scenes without any audio in addition) but he started peeing. their pee-streams were clear not yellow/ish and scenes were inlcuding jerking and drinking pee. I'm not sure if penetration was included, but I think fisting wasn't being shown there. spitting pee in each other's mouth could be included, but I'm not completely sure and the video was recorded inside of a room, but I don't know how it looks like. that mentioned scene of "cumming" was visible in about the later half of the video. the video was below 15 minutes, but longer than 3 minutes ...maybe also only 5 minutes in its length? also the peeing guy wasn't the first who started peeing and when he began to "cum", the other guy looked somehow surprised that his dick was actually releasing pee instead. I'm not sure what clothes they're wearing, but I think underwear only, at least no shirt? about their skin-tone: lighter, but no redhead, chinese, asian. their hair-color was dark, maybe also dark-blonde? piercings and tattoos ...I'm not sure, but I think tattoos could be shown, piercings were not that visible? I think both guys were on the floor, not on a couch or bed, etc. during that video. maybe it was a re-upload or a video by a sponsor instead. I just remember that pee / cum - scene and tried to mention some other details next to it. I'm not asking for a direct-link, just where to find this video, like the actor's names (and it seems like professionals, the video was in a good graphic too), or a page's name but without a direct-link to the page or the video itself. I hope that description can let me find this video again?
  7. Here is a video from me bedwetting, using the method I described : For recording this, I used a camera that I programmed to do the timelapse every 30 seconds (don't quite remember, that was almost 10 years ago!). We hadn't got fancy printed diapers easily available at that time, too bad, it would have made a cuter one! First wetting occurs at 2"35. I move during my sleep, but I guarantee that I had no recollection of wetting that night (mostly because, to be 100% sure I'd wet for the recording, I think I had drunk more alcohol and water that I would have required to achieve these "forced bedwetting"). Enjoy 🙂 Sans titre.mp4
  8. Hi all! So I haven't been too active on here lately. But I just had an experience I wanted to share with you fine people (; so I had just gotten home from work. And well I ALWAYS have to pee when I'm unlocking my door and going inside. And one of my favorite things to do is to pee a little into my underwear and pants before going in! It gives me a thrill of peeing 'in public' even if it's dark or no one's around lol. So anyway I leaked quite a lot before finally entering my home. About the size of a softball wet spot. And once inside I was so turned on I just said screw it(:! And I was not planning on doing any of this. It's just one of those things where I wanted to wet myself(; anyway I went to the bathroom and stood in front the mirror and just let go. But I didn't really need to go to bad so I peed kinda slowly lol. (Which is another way I like to wet. Wet with a kinda empty bladder). So I just stood there as the pee ran down my khakis and briefs, soaking my sock and making a small puddle on the floor(; I hope you liked it as much as I did! Please comment!
  9. This is my FIRST interactive fanfiction, and I’ve been actually wanting to try it out for a while! Here are some bios to get you acquainted. Name: Maria Kuvaeva Nicknames: Masyanya, Moxxie Gender: Female Preference: Pan Age: 30 Bladder Capacity: 850 ml Personallity: Tomboyish, sassy, quirky, humourous Name: Alexander Trofimovich Nicknames: Hyrundel, Boar Gender: Male Preference: Straight Age: 27 Bladder capacity: 1000 ml Personallity: Lazy, dumb, lovable, Name: Anton Nicknames: Lokhmaty, Shaggy Gender: Male Preference: Gay Age: 25 Bladder Capacity: 500 ml Personality: Air-headed, nerdy Hyrundrel Lokhmaty Masyanya
  10. I had to go really bad work. I held it a few VID_20181105_123739045.mp4 hours long. I had hot green tea and drinking water and I had to go bad. Hot green tea makes me pee bad.
  11. Sapphire3619

    Treating the Brain

    I've been wanting to get a longer story out for awhile. My goal is to post a chapter a week (I'm thinking 5), but no promises. Hope you like it! *** “Knight to E5.” Andre smirked. “Playing right into my hands, I see. That’s exactly the move I thought you’d make. Your genius is no match for my devious plans!” Only a very perceptive person would have noticed the tiniest of quirks in the corner of Braeden’s mouth. Andre was not such a person, but he was also unfazed by the seeming lack of reaction from the man sitting across from him. Not much fazed Andre to begin with; he’d been a nurse for over 15 years, so he’d worked with all manner of patients. Braeden may be the richest of these patients, but ultimately, he was still a patient. And when patients came to the Royal Marsden Hospital, they came for one reason – to get the best cancer care in the world. Specifically, Braeden had come for the services of Dr. Graham Black, Marsden’s resident neuro-oncologist. Dr. Black wasn’t just a brain surgeon – he was a tumor-extracting genius. He only removed brain tumors anymore, and he was very good at his job. So when Silicon Valley’s latest boy genius had been diagnosed with a fairly aggressive medulloblastoma, Dr. Black knew he would almost certainly get a call. Any brain tumor is sad. A brain tumor in a certified genius is tragic. A brain tumor in a tech genius who was commonly referred to as “the Brain”? …that was just wildly on the nose. Braeden Holt was a reasonably stereotypical tech genius – skipped a grade or two, early admittance to MIT, started his own company with his best friend from college. Said best friend was Dean Pinkerton, and business media had quickly seized on “Pinkerton” and “Braeden” to make the short leap to “Pinky and the Brain.” Dean, as the forward-facing partner, had leaned into the nickname. Braeden, for his part, didn’t mind too much. He didn’t pay much attention to the media, and it’s not like the moniker was an insult. Braeden was really just there for the work. He was a true genius, focused and full of ideas. Within two years after graduating from MIT, Braeden had built the biggest accessible technology company in the United States. Now, at age 27, he oversaw an entire AT conglomerate, working with companies from IMB to GE to ensure their products included designs that could be used by people with nearly any manner of disability. Speech-to-text programs were no longer clunky and confused; they were easily personalized, with hundreds of modules depending on accent and jargon. In the reverse, text-to-speech programs no longer produced voices straight out of 80s sci-fi movies. It seemed like there was no usability issue that Braeden couldn’t solve, coming up with ideas that stunned engineers and techs would work hard to bring to fruition. In addition to his inclusion-minded company, Braeden was generally known as a good boss. If Aaron Sorkin ever made a movie about him, he wouldn’t be portrayed as a dick. He certainly wasn’t effusive – on the contrary, Braeden was introverted and quiet – but he was gentle and understanding. He didn’t play games, he was generous in his compensation packages, and JamTech was known around the industry as a highly desirable place to work. It had been a fairly smooth five years for Braeden, especially considering the likelihood of tech start-ups to flame out. He worked hard, but he loved his work. He kept a regular schedule, uninhibited by much socialization (and exactly no romantic activities), so when he’d started feeling sluggish and clumsy a few weeks ago, he hadn’t hesitated in consulting his doctor. MRI’s were ordered and quickly examined, revealing a 4-centimeter tumor on his cerebellum, affecting his balance, coordination, and overall movement. The tumor was still small, but medulloblastomas were a danger to spread through the cerebrospinal fluid, endangering other parts of the brain. Calls were made, specialists contacted, and within a week, Braeden was on a flight to London, with a specialized course of treatment being prepared for him by Dr. Black and the team at Marsden. They would start with a series of radiation sessions, aimed at keeping the tumor from growing, while Dr. Black prepared a surgical plan. The tumor was oddly-shaped, Dr. Black had explained, with small, tendril-like protrusions creeping into the fissures of the cerebellum. The symptoms were unpredictable; other than the general decrease in coordination, they couldn’t predict exactly how Braeden’s body would be affected. Any brain surgery required significant recovery time, but due to the uncertainty of Braeden’s prognosis, Dr. Black had assembled a comprehensive team of neurologists, nurses, and occupational and physical therapists to help support his rehabilitation. Obviously, Braeden could afford the very best, and that’s what the center provided for him. Accustomed to caring for wealthy and influential patients and their families, the professionals in London knew the drill – a carefully curated team of specialists were assigned to Braeden’s case. They were paid extremely well, but the work was consistent, shifts arranged so that Braeden was familiar with his entire team. No strangers would set foot in his top-floor suite of rooms. Andre was one such specialist. He was experienced enough not to be overwhelmed by Braeden’s money and fame, and he was physically strong enough to support Braeden as the young man increasingly struggled with everyday tasks. Part of Andre’s job, as was the understood responsibility of all the nurses, was to keep Braeden company. An only child and an orphan, Braeden had come to London alone, leaving his best friend and business partner to run the company back in California. At first, the idea of such a setup had seemed sad to Andre – who goes through treatment for brain cancer alone? Surely he had other friends, more distant family? But Braeden didn’t seem fazed. He was quiet but alert, not much for conversation, but kind and grateful to all his caretakers. Andre never asked outright, but Braeden seemed to be bearing his diagnosis quite stoically. Between meetings with Dr. Black and therapeutic exercises, Braeden read, slept, and kept up with JamTech through regular phone calls with Dean. Between these calls, he’d keep up his work, using one of his own recording devices to notate ideas as he thought through solutions to company challenges. Despite the increasing challenges of keeping his body moving the way he wanted it to, Braeden’s cognition was utterly untouched. If anyone had bothered to ask him, he would have said that he was grateful that the tumor wasn’t impacting the part of his brain that he actually relied on. So, with a stable and undemanding patient, Andre just kept doing his job. He had the early morning shift with Braeden, supporting the patient through physical therapy exercises, monitoring his stats, and keeping up an ongoing going game of chess. Recently, Braeden had struggled to move the pieces smoothly, without knocking over other pieces on the board, so he’d taken to calling out moves for Andre to complete. Today, the weather was nice enough that they’d moved the game out to the private balcony off of Braeden’s room. The lawn set was simple, but comfortable enough for an hour or so of chess. “So Dr. Black still hasn’t set a date for the surgery?” Andre asked. Braeden wasn’t one for small talk, but Andre and the other nurses would occasionally ask him about his treatment, just to try to keep tabs on how Braeden’s mental and emotional state was holding up. Braeden shook his head slightly in response. “I’m scheduled for another MRI tomorrow so he can check the margins. If nothing has changed too drastically, he’ll finalize the surgical plan then.” Nodding, Andre made his move. He hadn’t won a game against Braeden yet and knew that he probably never would, but he was accomplished enough to keep the matches lasting awhile. “And have you found a place for rehab yet?” Braeden would stay in the hospital for several weeks after surgery, but then, since nobody really likes staying in hospitals (even in the fancy suites), Braeden had decided that he would rent a place nearby while he continued his rehabilitation, until it was decided that he was well enough to fly back to the US. To Andre’s surprise, Braeden responded in the affirmative. “Out by Regent’s Park.” Andre nodded in approval. “Could be nice and quiet, not far from here. Good choice. What’s the layout like?” “It’s three stories,” Braeden explained, contemplating the chessboard. “I’ll have the first floor properly arranged, but I’m hoping that by the time I move in, I’ll have the capability to use all three floors.” Andre grinned. Braeden didn’t often exhibit what one might call “personality,” but through small examples like the previous statement, Andre had learned that the man was, despite his generally quiet demeanor, extraordinarily confident. It wasn’t that Braeden didn’t understand the severity of his illness; on the contrary, Braeden was incredibly well-educated and probably knew more about neurology in general and his tumor specifically than any patient Andre had every worked with. But Braeden was also possibly the hardest worker Andre had ever cared for. From moment one, he’d devoted himself thoroughly to his therapy, working to maintain as much strength and coordination as he could before the surgery so he wouldn’t have as far to climb back after. Andre had no doubt that Braeden would be able to use all three floors of his surely expensive rental home. “Well, you know how much I like working with you, man, but I’ll be happy when they let you move into that new place,” Andre said sincerely. Almost smiling for real, Braeden stared at the board. “Bishop to F4,” he ordered, quietly but decisively. Making the requested move, Andre pored over the new configuration. “I can’t see it yet, but I get the feeling that was a power move from you,” he teased. “How many moves until you win?” Braeden tilted his head to the side, unbothered by the implied compliment. He liked Andre, partially because the nurse didn’t seem to want any false humility. “Eight moves, at best,” he assessed. “Maybe eleven if you-“ Andre had been looking at the chessboard, but he immediately glanced up when Braeden stopped talking abruptly. The young man was sitting stock still, his head still askew. His eyebrows were drawn together into a look of utter confusion. “Braeden?” Andre kept his voice level, but he was already poised on the edge of his chair. He scanned his patient, silently taking in any potential symptoms. Braeden didn’t respond, but he slowly lowered his gaze to his lap. He apparently didn’t see anything that comforted him, because the look of confusion didn’t dissipate. “Braeden…” Other than silence – which wasn’t uncharacteristic – Braeden wasn’t exhibiting any overt symptoms. His breathing appeared normal, his pupils seemed responsive, and he wasn’t slouched or giving any other indications of a stroke, but Andre was ready to sprint into the room and hit the call button. “I-“ Braeden blinked. “I apologize,” he murmured. Andre let out a breath. “For what, man?” “I-“ Braeden gripped the arms of the chair. Even this slight movement was the most unnerved Andre had even seen him. “I apologize,” Braeden repeated. He straightened his shoulders, but couldn’t bring himself to meet Andre’s eyes. “I’m afraid I have to ask to cut our game short.” “That’s fine,” Andre assured the younger man, not a little confused himself. “Whatever you need.” The faintest flush tinted Braeden’s cheeks. “I need to go back inside,” he replied, leaning forward in his chair as if to stand. Andre was already on his feet, moving to support his charge. “I need to change,” Braeden continued, his voice still soft. “I…I’ve had an accident.” The final sentence was uttered just as Andre rounded the table to see the explanatory wetness across the front of Braeden’s pants. Years of training and experience kept Andre from showing any sort of shock. He’d seen much worse, of course – a little wetting accident was no big deal, even if it was completely unprecedented. “No problem, man,” Andre said easily, helping Braeden to his feet. “We’ll get you cleaned up in no time.” “Thank you, Andre.” Braeden’s voice was nearly a whisper, but he was clearly doing his best to support himself as much as possible, even though his steps were jerky and uneven. Andre guided Braeden into the bathroom to help him clean up. Understandably, Braeden still preferred to do as much of his self-care himself as possible, but he understood the requirement for supervision. The clean-up process was slow and careful, but silent. Andre knew better than to insist on discussion from Braeden in most cases, particularly as he was helping clean urine from the CEO’s thighs. After Braeden was clean and dry and settled into his bed, Andre finally broached the necessary subject. “I’m sure you don’t want to talk about it,” Andre began, pulling up the tablet with Braeden’s records, “but I’ve got to ask. What happened? Did you have to use the toilet?” Braeden drew in a deep breath. He curled his fingers briefly around the sheets, but then sat up and raised his head. “No,” he replied, simply but clearly. Andre nodded, typing in notes. “Did you feel anything at all? Any pain or sharpness?” “No,” Braeden repeated. He paused. “I didn’t feel anything until I felt wetness in my lap.” Andre finished his notes, then looked up, fixing Braeden with a well-practiced professional advice stare. “I don’t want to alarm you, Braeden, but given the positioning of your tumor, I think we need to look into this. I’m going to recommend moving your MRI up to today.” “Of course,” Braeden nodded, his voice taking on a formal quality. “Do you need any more information from me?” Scanning over his notes, Andre pressed his lips together. “I’m going to read the description of the event. Correct anything that I missed, but if it matches your experience, then I don’t need any more from you.” Braeden just stared, but didn’t argue, so Andre proceeded. “Patient was seated outside at approximately 10:15 AM. Patient experienced a complete loss of bladder control with no feelings of urgency and no pain. Patient’s bladder voided entirely –“ Andre glanced at Braeden, who nodded in confirmation. “- representing a roughly average amount of urine.” Braeden nodded once, his face blank. Andre tapped a few buttons to submit the notes on the tablet, then looked up. “We should have the MRI scheduled within the hour. Dr. Black should already be in today, so he’ll be able to examine the images right away, and we’ll see what we need to do from there.” “Yes,” Braeden agreed. “Thank you, Andre.” Andre smiled encouragingly. “I’m going to go speak to the charge nurse to make sure everyone is on the same page. Just press the call button if you need anything.” Braeden nodded, reaching for his computer, already preparing to move on and catch up on work. “Don’t worry, man,” Andre assured him as he headed out the door. “You’re in good hands. We’re gonna make sure everything works out.” Braeden hummed, not looking up from his screen. Andre just shook his head ruefully as he shut the door behind him. He’d never met a more even-keeled patient.
  12. MasterXploder

    female Fluffy Boy Bathroom Fumble Follow-up by grumpyvulpix

    Also comes with this bonus image:
  13. DarthBane93

    female After gym fun.

    Hey guys. Thought I’d share my fun for the day. Came home from the gym pretty desperate, those damn preworkout drinks and amino acids will go right through you! I thought I have to shower anyways right, so I thought I’d try making my first video. Apologies it’s short and a little shakey, I realize now better lighting is needed and I tried to go from laying down to standing up midway through. Still hopefully some of you will enjoy. Going to try and set up for a good bedwetting video one of these days. It’s always just so enjoyable. I love everything about this fetish. A5F47176-FD54-4A28-985C-17447C2B39BD.MOV
  14. peedespes02

    female Male At Work Fast Pee

    I had to go bad at work and here is a video of it VID_20181102_192339394.mp4 . I drank lots of water and cold tea during the day at work.
  15. This is when I am at work holding it few hours long. I needed to pee and here is a video I did pee up close at work. I hope you like it. VID_20181031_181807739.mp4
  16. This was a few hours latter after the first video I shoot of me close up standing over the toilet. I had to pee again after drinking lots of water. VID_20181029_160729819.mp4
  17. peedespes02

    female Male Naked Up Close Pee

    This me home taking a pee standing over the toilet pee video. This is after I had coffee and some water morning time. VID_20181029_132858358.mp4
  18. Working in a shoe shop. For a few months I had a job in a shoe shop. It was a smallish shop but the only one in the town so at certain times of year it was fairly busy. I enjoyed the job but this particular day I enjoyed it even more. The doors were wide open and the shop was empty and quiet and I could hear a boy and what I assume was his dad approaching. It was about a week or so before Christmas and near the end of the day. The boy was about 8 and his dad seemed a little harassed. The boy was saying how he HAD to buy something for his mum but the dad seemed to be keen to get to the supermarket along the road. Anyway the child managed to convince the adult to come into the shoe shop where I was working alone that afternoon. The boy came running towards me asking me if we sold anything he could buy for his mum for Christmas. I needed to make some sales so I was delighted to show him some fluffy slippers we had displayed. The boy shouted to his dad who was hanging around the door looking quite sweaty and frustrated. Finally his dad came in but immediately sat down by the window telling his son to hurry up. I never thought much of it since there could have been any number of reason why he wanted his son to hurry so I concentrated on the little boy who was so excited and wanted to look at all the slippers we had. He was putting his hands inside to feel the fluff and admiring the colours and designs when all of a sudden his dad came out with ‘son please hurry up I really really need to pee here!’ Of course at that point I turned and noticed he was bent forward on the stool with his hand resting at the top of his leg. The boy either never heard or wasn’t caring as he carried on looking at the slippers and asked his dad if mum would maybe like shiny shoes too. At this the dad sounded even more frustrated ‘son, I have to pee so bad. I need to find somewhere to go before I wet myself. We need to go NOW’ He was so uncomfortable looking and his face showed he meant exactly what he said. I wanted to keep the child longer but I was also worried about the mess that could be about to happen on the stool and floor so I went over to the child and suggested he could maybe come back later once his dad had been to the toilet. I took the child by the hand and lead him back to his dad. The man looked at me right in the eye and whispered ‘thank you’ which sent shivers right through me. As they left I whispered back ‘I hope you make it’ though in truth I know the chances of that were actually very slim indeed.
  19. Well, this one came to mind, and is, now that I think about it, the third time I used a teapot in my preschool as a makeshift toilet. I feel sorry for that teapot, but well, when you gotta go, plus it doesn't have feelings. My morning started off fairly usual. Wake up in bed at around 5 or so. I quietly played some video games, barely caring about the condition of my diaper as part of me was still asleep. After my mom woke up, she gave me my breakfast, which was oatmeal and a bottle of milk. After that, my mom changed me out of my used night diaper, and into a fresh one, before getting me dressed for the day. As it was a bit on the warmer side, today I was dressed in a pair of a shorts and a T-shirt. The shorts had a garter, and could easily be tugged on and off, whether to use the bathroom, or to change my diaper, etc. Well, we arrived a bit early to the preschool, about five or so minutes. With that little extra time, my mom took me to the YMCA lobby's bathroom (the lobby area was pretty damn big, and seemed even bigger to my 5 year old self), to try and go. I still wasn't yet comfortable with the bathrooms at the YMCA, having barely used them for their intended purposes (If I didn't use the toilet, I'd at least pretend to) After a moment of sitting on the toilet, and only a tiny dribble of pee coming out, my mom rediapered me, and asked if I could try and use the bathroom while I was there, to which I said that I would try. After my mom dropped me off, I greeted the teacher, who, as I did not know her name, let's call her Mrs. Winters. She was a woman in, at least, her late twenties. She had two aides, one a bit older, the other around the same age, and began doing some arts and crafts. While I was doodling a picture with some crayons, I felt a familiar pressure building up, well, two pressures. I got up, and went over to a little Playskool house. Once inside, I slid my shorts down, and undid my diaper. In my five year old mind, I guessed this would help me in keeping up with what my mom had asked of me, and because this was the only diaper I had brought with me. Stashing it under one of the chairs, I fixed my shorts, and headed back out. A little while after, I began feeling a tad bit desperate. Even though I was quite potty trained by that point, my muscles were still developing. As I was doing some arts and crafts once more, I began holding my crotch with one hand, the other holding the crayon, while I pressed my butt into the colorful plastic seat, to try and keep both my bladder and bowels in check. I spurted out a bit, warming my hand a tad, as my bladder spasmed a bit. Getting up, and now walking swiftly, but cautiously, trying to avoid unloading into my shorts (At least in view of everyone.), I began looking for either a quiet place to fill my shorts, or a place to go in. I knew I wouldn't make it to the bathroom (Which were on the other end of the room for me, and again, wasn't yet comfortable with non-home bathrooms yet, at least not when my mom or the like wasn't around), and even if I could make it back to the Playskool play house, I don't think I would have been able to hold it in to fully put my diaper on. That is when I saw it. Sitting on a shelf, I grabbed the well worn tea pot, and set it down. Making sure no one was looking, I tugged my shorts down, just enough to go, plopped down, and used it as a makeshift toilet. Satisfied, I closed the lid, and set it aside. That done, I went back to the Playskool playhouse, and rediapered myself. And now, even though its past, a Halloween wetting. Now this occurred in first grade. I was going as Tuxedo Mask, from Sailor Moon. Or rather, a makeshift Tuxedo Mask costume out of what my mom and I could find around the house. Well anyway, this little incident occured around the time of the costume parade. Basically, the classes would make a sort of square in the courtyard, and each class of the eight grades, so about 16 classes in total, would walk around the square for a minute or two, showing off their costumes to the rest of the school. Anyway, as my class was one of the firsts to get let out for this, we had to wait for the other, like, twelve or so classes to get into the circle. It was during this time that I felt a twinge in my bladder, but put it off. As my class was started the walk about, my need to pee rose. Letting go, I miscalculated how much I needed to pee, and my Pull-Up leaked a bit. Not too noticeable, but enough that it trailed down my legs a bit
  20. MasterXploder

    Fluffy Boy Bathroom Fumble by grumpyvulpix

    Am I going to hell for posting omo of this cinnamon roll? Perhaps, but it's worth it. Link to grumpyvulpix's gallery is below. You'll need an Inkbunny account to see mature content: https://inkbunny.net/gallery/grumpyvulpix/1/65932cefdf
  21. Just another night, watching the Cowboys play Monday Night Football. Right before kickoff I noticed I needed to pee. At first I thought about going at halftime. It wouldn't remain that easy. In the middle of the first quarter, my need jumped up between a 7 and 8. Just generally discomfort to me. This is about the point I began to plan a wetting. Fast forward to the second quarter, I made myself not grab myself to avoid making it easier to hold. At this point, i was fully commited to some sort of wetting. Unfortunately, I did not know what to wet in, and my need jumped to a 9. My full bladder put me through even more discomfort. By halftime, I was as desperate as ever in my life. Now at a 9.5, my body was beginning to plan on when to let go. I was seconds from peeing myself, and have not decided what to wet in yet still. I finally found an old pair of jeans after I had to abandon two pair of jeans when my parents were about to move everything around. By this point, my bladder just randomly contracted . I have never gotten to this point of desperation, and knew I didn't have much time left. Before I put on the clothes, I was just standing there nude in my room grabbing my crotch, bobbing up and down in an attempt to make it just a little longer. I almost thought about just peeing on the floor, but I knew the mess would be way worse. For 5 minutes my need to pee decreased enough to put on my cotton briefs, they were some Nightmare Before Christmas and were Gray and green. Right when I was trying to set my phone up, my bladder weakened again. Somehow I held on and made it through it. Right before I started recording, my bladder contracted again, and caused a big leak. It didn't lead to any relief, and seconds later I let out a huge gasp as I couldn't hang on any longer. My pee was off to the races. It went down to my feet within five seconds, with tons of pee just seeping out of my jeans. Overall, this was a massive relief. I just stood there and peed for one whole minute straight, exhaling a lot. I find it super attractive to just pee for long periods of time, thinking about how long it will last. By the time I finished, I had a huge puddle beneath me that soaked almost an entire towel fully spread out. I had never lost control like I had just did. The way this happened, it felt more like an accident than previous planned settings of the past, which had never happened since kindergarten. Tonight, there was nothing embarrassing about peeing my pants. Since I got new dressers in my room, I haven't decided where to put the soaked jeans. As for the wet briefs, I just kept them on and typed this up and watched some football. Honestly, cool, damp underwear actually feels pretty nice. Here's some pictures of the pants, and a video of me losing control like I'm 5, enjoy. 20181105_215602.mp4
  22. DarthBane93

    female Intentional Bedwetting Fun.

    Hey guys! Thought I’d share some fun I had last night. The omorashi mood really struck me last night and kind of just had me going I have this mattress protector for a reason right haha. It took a little while but eventually I relaxed enough and heard that lovely hiss as the pee started to pool and trickle around my butr and my legs, the warmth felt near orgasmic. Of course I had to have fun with myself after that. I felt soo good I didn’t even bother to get out of bed and change my sheets like I normally would. Instead I just fell asleep and woke up and thought the bed’s already wet anyways right 😈 Repeat of the same blissful warm feeling this time face down so I feel it pool to my stomach and shirt. Omarashi life is the only life! Some aftermath pics. My sweatpants went from grey to black lol.
  23. Well folks this is my first wetting video and I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is appreciated. Warning: Partial Nudity Video: bit.ly/1V6qFGv I briefly documented this hold yesterday while I was snowed in. You can read that too if you feel so inclined. https://omorashi.org/topic/29833-a-desperate-snow-day/
  24. This is my first time posting on this site. I've been a lurker up until now. I decided to chronicle some of my experiences from when I was younger. Now, in my middle school days, I started doing things such as drinking lots of water, and holding it until I was too desperate to take it any more. It was my “Omorashi Renaissance.” Normally I didn’t hold it to the point of pain, but one time I had to go so bad it hurt after waking up, but didn’t go right away. My increasing experiences in holding had made me more comfortable with the urges to pee. Quite literally I was training my bladder to hold more. I laid in bed, enjoying the feeling of how full my bladder was, and pressed down on it, making me leak past my closed sphincter for the first time in memory. I laid on my front, and held myself, waiting a while longer to pee, then went to the bathroom after almost reaching a 10/10. Now that I've recalled the dull, uninteresting parts during my transition into adolescence, let me give you my two most memorable experiences from my childhood. ---------- For my first experience, I was... classes in 4th grade were out in portable classrooms, and at the time I was taking a medication that made me thirstier… so naturally I had to pee more often. This meant going all the way back to the main building, to the bathrooms, which were in the middle of the school. We also had some punch card or something for bathroom breaks, and if we didn’t use it all up by the end of the term, we would get a reward. Ordinarily, I didn't have to go during class, except for during lunch and the usual breaks. Well, one day, I didn't to go to the bathroom during lunch. By the time I sat down, I realized my mistake, but it was too late now. I was at a 5/10. Over the next hour, it got worse and worse, until finally, during a story time, I was at an 8/10. I’d never had to go this bad before. I was squirming like mad in my chair and holding myself, and finally I couldn’t take it any more. I got up and brought the punch card to the teacher in the middle of the classroom, which had all of the desks surrounding it in a circle around the outside of the classroom. I was holding myself and dancing, and everybody and their mother could see I was desperate. Thankfully, the teacher took one look at me, and took the card without question, so I was able to leave and go to the main building. By the time I was down the stairs and on the grounds, my desperation had decreased to a 5/10 for no apparent reason. I obviously hadn’t wet myself because my pants (and upon further inspection, my underwear) were still perfectly dry. It’s as if my bladder was trolling me for not going during lunch by making me get up and stand in the middle of an entire class of onlookers to ask to go. Naturally I made it to the bathroom without an issue, but it was rather embarrassing. ---------- When I was 10, I had a friend, a couple years younger than me, who would come and stay with me for the afternoon once a week, while they waited for their parents to get off work. I lived within walking distance of the school, but my friend lived in an adjacent town. One or two days he was at my house, he would go to the bathroom, then 30 minutes later he would go again. Meanwhile, I would come home from school, desperate, because for whatever reason I hadn’t gone all day. I had this stubborn streak of waiting to go until I was dancing around and holding myself, much to my parent’s annoyance. It could be while using the computer, watching TV, anything. I would wait until I was at an 8/10 before I would go pee. This was no different when he was around. I suppose I considered it a matter of personal pride that I wasn’t going every half hour, so I held my pee the entire time he was there, which could have been hours. My parents once made me go to the bathroom when they saw me holding myself and dancing while he was there, telling me it wasn’t good to hold it that long. Well, finally, his mother got another sort of arrangement so that he wouldn’t have to stay at my house. But he was a friend, and we often played Twisted Metal 2 on my Playstation 1 together (God I miss that game), so I was going to miss him. But that still didn’t keep my pride from making me hold my pee for the two hours he was there. I already had to go quite a bit since we got home, I was maybe a 5/10. The minutes ticked by, and just half an hour into it, I was squirming while trying to blow up the AI with my character in Twisted Metal 2. I was starting to get desperate to go, but still I kept holding, and kept silent about it. As the time dragged on for what seemed like hours, my need to pee grew worse… 6/10. I started grabbing myself to make it easier to stave off the urge. 7/10. I missed a shot and fell off Antarctica because I was getting impossibly distracted by how desperate I was. Just over one hour in, I was at an 8/10, and was just about as desperate to pee as I had ever been. But I was determined to hold it until his parents came. My left hand was permanently glued to the front of my pants, and I could not stop squirming as I sat on the floor next to my friend in front of the TV, who appeared to take no interest in my plight. As my urges peaked, my sphincter kept threatening to release by itself. The next hour was driving me mad. The urge was so strong I thought I might burst. I could feel it in my teeth, I imagined I was that character, Johnny or whatever his name was, in Ed, Edd, and Eddy where his pupils started floating upwards as pee filled his eyeballs. I had no idea how I was managing to keep it in, I was so desperate. I kept feeling my sphincter loosen it’s grip when another wave of desperation came, and I held myself for dear life. I was going to wet myself if he didn’t leave soon, I thought. I was perfectly capable of getting up, walking into the bathroom, and going, but I just would not do it. I didn't want to go. I would not succumb. Then, just as I thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, I started to feel a new sensation in the middle of my pelvis. Pain. It was starting to hurt. I started to panic in my head. Is this what my parents meant when they said it wasn’t good to keep holding it? Was I hurting myself? But my pride still somehow kept me from going, until finally, a few minutes later, I heard a car pull up in our driveway. I was in mild to moderate pain now, and was still holding myself for dear life. I ushered my friend out of our house a little more forcefully than was polite, dancing around with my hand in my pants the entire time, as I had to go NOW. Never before had I been this desperate to pee. When the front door closed, I speed-walked straight for the bathroom, tore my pants down, and took the most satisfying piss I had ever taken up to then. I was... um, 'drained' after that, and I realized that I had just held it that long without wetting myself. I had held it rather long before. My childhood was filled with times where I was sitting at the computer, desperate to pee, but not willing to get up because I wanted to keep doing what I was doing, until finally I couldn't take it any more. But this memory has stuck in my mind more than anything. Because this is the day that I had discovered the thrill of holding it... I liked that feeling! This was the day I discovered Omorashi.
  25. ssjammerz

    female Cycling wetting 32

    Had to rearrange myself during my wetting because I didn't know this vintage skinsuit was a small! I'll have to redo it again in the future with the proper angle and less interference...Anyway, enjoy! cyc32.wmv