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  1. Live Action Omorashi

    I've noticed a lot of threads about people holding it, and then posting what is happening to them as time passes. I've decided to consolidate this into a single thread in order to keep the board from getting cluttered. I will keep this short and sweet. Basically, if you're holding it right now and you want an audience, go ahead and post in this thread. Mention things such as your level of desperation and provide as many details as you can. While I would prefer all live action stuff to go in this thread, that doesn't mean you are obligated to do it. If you would rather, you could always hold it, do what needs to be done, and then post a separate thread about what happened. This is subject to change as questions and problems arise.
  2. Pinching foreskin

    So, uncircumcised guys (I am also one of them). Did anyone else try pinching the skin at the end of their penis shut while peeing? Can anyone actually hold their pee this way? Or has it ever helped you make it to the bathroom by a few seconds? Or has anyone done it to you (your partner, or the person standing next to you at the urinal as a joke, I think that'd be harassment though)? When pinching it between 2 fingers I can last for a few seconds before my grip slips apart. I've also tried crossing my legs over my foreskin while standing/sitting in the shower/bath, it holds for a little longer and then a load comes out. (Sorry if too obscene.)
  3. Fanfic - Paolo and I

    Hey everyone! So this is my first shot at fan fiction. I hope you enjoy, and I have a second chapter if y'all enjoy this one! Which I really hope you do. I spent a lt of time on this. Btw this is based off a fantasy I had when i was younger. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- School trips. What wonderful times they are, full of overprotective teachers and chaperones, annoying douchebags, cliques, boring activities, crowds, and worst of all, having to find someone to room with. Having to be loud enough to be able to sleep with someone you know. This year was no different than any other. There was the guy I wanted to room with. Crazy intelligent yet impossibly cute, extraordinarily sweet, and responsible enough to have us go to bed at a reasonable hour while still giving us time to sit up and talk. I had had a crush on this guy for months and in my mind there was nothing better then sharing a twin sized bed with him for one night. But there was no way. He had too many friends, and besides, he probably barely knew I exist. The extent of our interactions in school were simple “Hey”’s. Once I invited him to the movies, but there were like five other people, and we didn’t even end up sitting next to each other. There was the guy i expected to room with. We had been friends for ages, so why wouldn’t he too with me, right? Well, he’d probably end up rooming with a different friend, leaving me in the dust, hopeless and lonely. And then there was the guy I would end up rooming with. The other looser who couldn’t find a friend. The other guy that sat at the back of class, suffering in silence. “Hey Ben.” I turned around to find the source of the mysterious voice that had uttered my name. Had it been inside my head? Was I hearing things? “Oh, hey Paolo.” There he was. My crush, my one and only. I tried to hide my surprise, but I could practically see my face turn the color of a beat. “So, uh, are you rooming with anyone for the trip?” No, of course not. Why would I be. How would I be. “Uh, no. Why?” “Well, would you maybe like to room with me? All my friends are rooming with each other, and, well, I just thought of you.” No. This could be happening. “Uh, that would be great! I’ll put our names on the slip, I guess! I can’t wait!” No, like, I really couldn’t! Fast forward a month. We had just arrived at the hotel in Philadelphia for the night. I found Paolo and we went to our room. There it was, the twin bed in all its glory. We put our stuff down and started getting ready for bed. “Uh, Ben?’ “Yeah?” I responded. Even when uneasy, his voice still rang out like a song, calling to my heart. “I gotta be honest: I wet the bed.” “Oh?” “Yeah, thats why none of my friends wanted to room with me.” Holy shit! I’ll be the first to admit I have a fetish for guys, including me, peeing or pooping themselves, and as much as I hate getting pleasure from others misfortune, I couldn’t help but be even more excited than i already was. However, I also felt bad for him because of his friends. Like, thats pretty harsh! “Uh, thats totally fine!” I responded. “It is?” “Yeah, I mean I’ll admit, I’ve had plenty of issues throughout my life.” Well, that is if my fetish counts as an issue. “Oh, you have?” “Yeah, so bedwetting is nothing new to me. Its not an issue.” “Alright, that makes me feel a lot better. Anyway, I brought a pull up. It sometimes leaks, but it should hold most of the pee.” “Thats cool. Yeah, really not an issue.” He smiled a genuine, wide, and innocently smile. He seemed amazed that his issue was finally accepted, and looked like he just wanted to give me a hug. “Um, sometimes when I sleep with someone, I can’t help but snuggle up against them, and hug them. Is that alright?” I could see the small wink he gave, and I wanted to cry of joy. “Yeah, I have the same issue.” We giggled. He went to the bathroom to change, and I washed him emerge from the bathroom in just the pull up and a shirt. I was quite turned on, but managed to hide it under the covers. He got into bed and cured up against me. I fell asleep quickly, holding the boy of my dreams. It was about 3:30 am when I woke up to Paolo unconsciously squirming around in bed. It continued for a minute before it stopped. Then came the small hiss, and the warmth of the pull up, pushed up against my knee, getting wet with pee. I smiled as i let it happen. This continued for a little while before the pull up started leaking, but I didn’t mind, and Paolo remained asleep. When we woke up the next morning, the bed was cold, but the pull up was still warm resting against my leg. “Good morning.” He mumbled, reaching down to feel his pull up. “Mmm, good morning.” I groaned. “Oops, I peed.” He said. “Yeah, you did.” I responded.
  4. [Male] Pee in Blue

    View File Pee in Blue Peeing in my blue underwear Submitter pwarren Submitted 04/09/2018 Category Male videos Clothing Panties/Undies  
  5. So, this memory is really the only time I can recall getting caught padded by an educational instructor when I still wore diapers frequently. Before I eventually settled at the local YMCA for Preschool, my mom tried out a few others. One that stood out was this really art focused one with a pretty anal retentive teacher. Well, during this one incident, I was still getting used to the toilets at the place. They had, oddly enough, the kind of single toilet+sink combo bathroom one would find in a nurse's office, which thinking back makes some sense, as there weren't too many kids attending there, less than twenty. So, I feel the need to poop and I head on in the bathroom. Still not used to the toilets there yet, I slipped my pants down, sat on the seat, and pushed the load into my diaper. My teacher probably thought I was taking a while and came in as I was pulling my pants up. She yelled at me, and suffice it to say I didn't attend the next day...plus the place was PRETTY pricey
  6. Fire Emblem: Tales of Journey

    [[Authors Note: Hello. Well, I’ve been seeing a lot of these interactive stories and participating in some of them, so I’ve decided to give it a try myself. I’ll see if there is any interest after my first post and, maybe if a few people seem to enjoy it, I’ll continue it. This story will mix combat and character based conversations, with the typical Omo.com twist of adding bladder meters to your party members. When in combat, one’s bladder (and perhaps something else if interest is shown in it) may give out, causing them to wet themselves in battle. The bladder meter will be active at all times, for both genders of character. In addition, with few exceptions, most characters can be romantically/sexually paired up. This story will be based on the Fire Emblem series of games, with original characters. Character classes and appearances will be based on Fire Emblem series, specifically FE: Awakening and FE: Fates. In addition, stats will be loosely based on games. The Strength stat concerns all physical based attacks. Magic concerns all magical attacks. Defense concerns one’s ability to absorb physical damage. Resistance concerns one’s ability to absorb magic attacks. To make combat more simple, the speed and skill stats will not be used. The Luck stat, however, will be used, and will dictate critical attacks and one’s ability to catch themselves if they are about to wet themselves in battles. All party members will have an unique stat, which will be unexplained, but may help them depending on certain situations. Health will not be visible for the fight and will rather be displayed as a status condition. In addition, combat will be considered ‘casual’ by Fire Emblem standards, as party members do not die in combat and are instead knocked out. With this being said, if interest is shown, we may begin]] Three figures sit around a small fire in a clearing in a forest. The sounds of the forest ring out around them. An owl howling in the distance. The wind blowing against the trees. The fire roaring softly. Our protagonist looks up at their two companions and sighs, tired from a long day with a clear twinge in their bladder. [Pick a Protagonist, a supporter, and a mentor from the list below. Each potential character will be marked as either a protagonist, supporter, combination of the two, or a mentor.} Morrigan (Protagonist/Supporter) [the student of magic] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young looking girl with purple hair in curls. Shorter than average height, Five foot two. Covers herself with the basic blue robes of a student of magic. With pale skin and a slim build, she has equally slim breasts and a small bladder. Very modest about where she relieves herself. Background: Naturally gifted in magic and naturally able to use dark magic, Morrigan was unaware of her powers until her 13th birthday, when her normal life with her parents in a small town changed forever when she fell into a mirror. After five years that she barely recalls, her powers have became stable and powerful as she awoke in a forest. If chosen as protagonist, the Coming Home quest will be activated. Class/Starting Stats: Mage, Level 10 Strength: 0 Magic: 7+2(Magic +2) Defense: 2 Resistance: 5 Luck: 5 Cuteness: 10 Skills: Shadowfaire: Allows this unit to use dark tomes, even if not a dark mage. Magic 2+: Gains a natural +2 to magic stat. Starting equipment: Flux: Dark Magic, 60% Accuracy, 5 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Wind: Wind magic, 90% Accuracy, 1 base damage, 0% natural crit chance Ace (Protagonist/Supporter) [the sharpshooter] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young man with short, brown hair. Five foot five in height, tan skin, and an athletic build. Wears the light chainmail coat with his family crest, a gold bow with a white arrow, on his arms. He has a medium sized bladder, reserved about where he relieves himself. Background: Ace was the son of a noble family who were known for the great archers who belonged to the line. As such, Ace was trained in archery from a young age. After joining the military, Ace and his squad were sent on a mission deep into enemy territory. Ace and his squad were separated, with the rest of his squad presumed dead. If selected as protagonist, the starting mission “Mission Report” will be activated. Class/Starting stats: Archer: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic: 1 Defense: 4 Resistance: 4 Luck:4 Focus: 10 Skills: Headshot: 30% additional chance to crit +20 Hit: Additional +20% to hit Starting Equipment: Iron Bow: A common bow: 70% Accuracy, 4 base damage, 0% natural crit chance. Vera (Protagonist)[the vengeful one] Age: 20 Physical description: A woman with half her face scarred, her long hair dyed a dark shade of pink covers the scarred half of her face. Her skin is deeply tanned, her build athletic, and her breasts firm B cups, she wears a white tank top and long black pants, which she doesn’t mind emptying her bladder into. She has a medium sized bladder, but isn’t reserved about where she empties it. Background: Vera was once a high school student in a foreign land, but after an encounter with a devious magic user, she ‘died’. However, she woke up in a forest, in an age which to her seemed distant, less advanced than what she was used to. If chosen as protagonist, the starting quest Revenga will be activated. Cannot be chosen as a supporter, as Vera follows no one. Class/Starting Stats: Samurai:: Level 10 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense: 5 Resistance: 2 Luck: 3 Angst: 10 Skills: Bloodlust: Boosts all stats temporarily by 1 after successfully felling an enemy. Vantage: 20% increased chance to dodge attacks of any type. Starting Equipment: Iron Katana: A standard katana: 80% accuracy, 4 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Rose (Protagonist/Supporter)[the loyal friend] Age: 21 Physical appearance: a young woman with long flaming red hair. With tan skin and B cup breasts covered by her suit of leather armor. She has a large bladder, but is somewhat reserved on where she releases it. Background: Vera’s best friend, after discovering that her friend was actually alive somewhere, she hunted down an associate of the man responsible and forced him to send Rose after Vera. Donning a set of plain leather armor and a straight sword to fit to her new surroundings, selecting Rose as a protagonist will activate the starting quest Vera. In addition, if she supports Vera, she will gain a different unique stat. Class/Starting Stats: Mercenary: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance 3 Luck: 3 Determination: 10 (If not supporting Vera) Persuasion: 10 (If supporting Vera) Skills: Duelist: Deals increased damage when facing a single opponent Patience: 10% increased chance to dodge and hit when enemy attacks first Starting equipment: Iron Straight Sword: A standard straight sword: 85% Accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Iron shield: A common shield used throughout the land. Kara (Supporter)[the allied knight] Age: 22 Physical description: A tall ‘women’, six feet tall, with brunette hair that reaches her shoulders. Wrapped in light plate mail that covers her dark skin. She has a large bladder and is willing to empty it anywhere, but only in front of people she trusts with her secret. Background: Kara once trained as a knight and in the way of using a lance. Though, after complications arose when trying to join the military, she joined a mercenary group. After her group was annihilated in battle, she disappeared into the woods until she found the protagonist. Has always been a follower, and therefore cannot be the protagonist. Class/Starting Stats: Knight: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 7+2 (Defense +2) Resistance: 1 Luck: 2 Defense: 10 Skills: Sworn Shield: 25% chance to defend the protagonist from attacks when nearby. Defense +2: Additional 2 points in Defense) Starting equipment: Spear: A lance that can be easily thrown: 70% accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Steel shield: A well made shield meant for a knight: Evans (Protagonist/Supporter)[the rogue ninja] Age: 22 Physical description: A blond haired man of average height and athletic build, clad in plain green robes. Usually keeps to himself when it comes to his private needs, unless he’s drank alcohol recently, a common event, in which case he’s usually open with it. Background: A self-taught ninja, who learned the art from a series of scrolls rather than formal teaching, His main purpose from this was to sell his skill to the highest bidder, though eventually learned of his true calling. Choosing him as the protagonist activates the starting quest Revolution. Class/starting stats: Ninja: Level 10 Strength: 4 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance: 5 Luck: 7 Cunning: 10 Skills: Acrobat: Has a 40% chance to dodge all attacks. Vanishing Act: Can disappear from enemies for a short time using smoke bombs. Starting equipment: Kunai Knives (x2): A ninja’s knife, good for close and ranged combat: 90% accuracy, 3 base damage, 40% natural crit chance Smoke bombs (x5): A small package which causes an explosion of smoke when thrown to the ground. Sif (Protagonist/Supporter)[the murder doll] Age: 19 Physical description: A small looking woman with short black hair clad in chain and cloth armor. Pale skin, making her resemble a large painted doll when not moving. Has tiny breasts and an even smaller bladder, which she will relieve whenever she pleases. Background: A skilled fighter, Sif’s doll like appearance makes her enemies underestimate her. By the time they realize their mistake, it is too late. Little is known about Sif’s past. If chosen as the protagonist, starting quest The Doll is activated. Class/Starting Stats: Spear Fighter: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic:0 Defense: 4 Resistance: 2 Luck: 4 Brutality: 10 Skills: Merciless: 40% chance to instantly finish off an enemy when they are wounded. Lethality: 10% chance to instantly finish off an enemy. Starting equipment: Iron Nagitama: An eastern polearm: 70% accuracy, 5 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Ciel (mentor)[the witch seer] Age: ??? Physical description: A young looking woman with short purple hair and a golden eye patch. Her purple robe and black witch hat cover her body, making it unsure what her body looks like. She also never seems to relieve herself, which means that either she can relieve herself magically or the inside of her robe is usually soaked. Background: Ciel is a witch who has forgotten how long she has known magic or been able to see into the future. All she is certain of is that the protagonist needs her assistance, whether Ciel likes it or not. Class/Starting Stats: Witch, Level 25 Strength: 2 Magic: 9 Defense: 3 Resistance: 7 Luck: 4 Wisdom: 10 Skills: Future Sight: 60% chance to avoid enemy attacks, after seeing them happen in the future. Witchcraft: 5% chance on turning enemies into small animal when attacking with dark magic Starting equipment: Nosferatu: A dark tome: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 5% natural crit chance, absorbs half damage dealt as health. Alice (Mentor)[the assassin’s legacy) Age: 31 Physical description: A woman with a long brown hair in a pony tail. Standing five foot ten, usually in tight leather, pressing her B cups close to her body, she is more concerned about who sees her relieve her medium sized bladder rather than where she does it. For example, she will not pee in front of her daughter. In addition, she won’t cheat on her husband, but if pushed to her sexual limit, she imagines her husband would forgive her if it was with another woman. Background: Working as an assassin for many years while her husband raised their daughter, Morrigan. Once her daughter and husband went missing, she retired from assassination and went out into the world to find them, helping whoever she could along her along the way. If mentoring Morrigan, starting quest is changed to Father. Class/Starting Stats: Assassin: Level 5 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense:3 Resistance: 4 Luck: 7 Dexterity: 10 Skills: Heartseeker: All attacks have an additional 30% chance to crit Lethality: Has a 10% chance to instantly kill her enemy. Starting equipment: Estoc: A deadly thrusting sword: 80% accuracy, 7 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Steel bow: A well-made longbow: 85% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Z (Mentor)[the grim knight] Age: ??? Physical description: An imposing six foot one figure clad in black plate mail with a featureless black mask. The only piece of skin that can be seen is his impressive manhood in one of the rare moments that he relieves himself. Background: A mysterious man who refuses to say why he is here, but has shown how prowess in combat enough for few to question him or his loyalty. Class/Starting stats: Revenant: Level 5 Strength: 6 Magic: 6 Defense: 5 Resistance: 4 Luck: 2 Dominance: 10 Skills: Soul Crash: When using magic, high chance to stun enemies Soul Crush: Has the ability to make sure that fallen enemies don’t get back up. Starting equipment: Dark axe: A large axe made from a black metal: 50% accuracy, 8 base damage, 20% natural crit chance. Black fireball: a burning orb of darkness hurled at the enemy: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance. With the options available, please vote for the combination you would like to see. If I see a trend, I’ll continue this story with Chapter One. In addition, if you would like to, please vote from a scale of one to five (one being dry, five being completely soaked) on how much you would like omorashi to play a factor. Also, vote whether or not you’d like to see messing make appearances in the story. With that being said, fingers crossed that this little story of mine turns out well.
  7. Check out this account! https://twitter.com/DLMunky/media And here are some of the recent videos! [720x1280] Media Tweets by Michael (@DLMunky) Twitter.mp4 [720x1280] Media Tweets by Michael (@DLMunky) Twitterd.mp4 [720x1280] Media Tweets by Michael (@DLMunky) Twitterh.mp4 [720x1280] Media Tweets by Michael (@DLMunky) Twitterl.mp4 [720x1280] wetting - Twitter Search.mp4 dd.mp4
  8. The Bulge Diary

    Okay guys, here's my thread :D I know that a lot of people want to see more bulges, myself included, so here's a thread for exactly that. I'll try and upload my own photos once or twice a week, in different outfits and the like :) Also, everyone is welcome, male, female, anyone :) (Even cats, Rini) Rules of this thread; Feel free to post your own bulges; the more the merrier! However, please refrain from uploading photos you've found on the internet. I'm trying to encourage participation from the members on the site, so yeah. Anyway, to start our ball rolling, here's a photo I took a few days ago. Please enjoy my thread! xo Kay
  9. female Cycling wetting 22

    It's been a while since I did a wetting and I was a bit excited with my new skinsuit, so my first wetting wasn't that great...so that's when I decided to do a re-wetting afterwards. Definitely can't wait for summer to officially start--I plan to do more bicycle wetting videos! Enjoy. cyc22a.wmv cyc22b.wmv
  10. This happened a couple weeks ago when we were driving south to visit family. There’s pee AND poop in this, so if that’s not your thing back out now My boyfriend and I are both into omo and occasionally messing (him more than me, though), but this was surprisingly totally accidental. We live in Pennsylvania, so the drive all the way to Georgia is around 9ish hours. We had just hit Virginia when Mark (I’ll just keep calling him that, might as well right?) told me he had to pee. I asked if he wanted me to find a rest area and he told me that he was in the mood for a good ol’ car hold, which I am never opposed to. But since I’d be driving for a while, I thought it’d be best if I let him hold and stay in the driving mindset, y’know? Anyway, we stopped at a rest area and got him a couple bottles and some chips for me. I think that was around 1PM and at 2, Mark had gotten a bottle and a half down. And he ended up eating one of my bags of chips. His bladder is huge, so I know he wouldn’t be desperate for a while. That’s when he told me he had to poop a little bit too. We’d had a big breakfast earlier. I asked him again if he wanted to stop, and once again he said no — he’d hold his poop too. About 30 minutes later, he started to squirm. I asked him if it was poop or pee, and he said both. He alternated between squeezing his dick and clenching his buttcheeks for a while, so I thought I’d make it harder for him — I told him no hands. He whined for a second, but then put his hands by his sides. He squirmed even more, crossing and uncrossing his legs (as much as he could in a car) and pelvic thrusting to hold the poop in. I made him finish his water and considered other challenges to make his hold harder. He’s a very vocal holder. He panted, moaned, groaned, whined, and squealed as he squirmed. I knew he absolutely couldn’t hold still. So I told him to. ”Hold still with your legs open for 15 seconds. Every time you move you have to start over. Okay?” He obeyed, spreading his legs and holding them still. After a couple seconds he let out a loud moan and I saw a small glimmer of wetness on his shorts. He moved and squeezed his legs together with his hands holding his crotch. “Start over.” He repositioned himself, and I could get a good look at the damage done. A quarter-sized wet patch on the front of his shorts. He went on for longer this time until a wave of desperation hit him and he doubled over, squeezing his dick. He begged me to find a rest area, which I agreed to — until we hit traffic on the interstate. All lanes stopped because of a wreck ahead. Mark whined, bouncing his legs. A cramp must have hit him then as well, because a hand shot underneath of him to hold his bottom. ”Leo, I’m gonna shit in your car.” I hadn’t thought this through. I’m fine with piss in my car, but shit is admittedly a lot harder to clean up — so I grabbed an emergency pullup out of the dash and handed it to him to put on. He pulled off his pants and briefs, quickly pulling the pullup on before he could do any damage to my car. He pulled his pants on again just incase anyone had decided to look in. ”Don’t think I forgot. Spread your legs and hold still.” Mark whined again, letting himself squirm before spreading his legs. He farted and leaked — I could hear the spurt — but he didn’t move. Though he did moan very loudly, which got me a little excited. We hadn’t moved for a while, so I decided to pleasure myself a little as well. Since we were in public, however, the most I could do was stroke my shaft through my jeans. He blurted out, “FIFTEEN!” and quickly grabbed himself, starting to squirm again. ”Babe, I really gotta go. I don’t think I can hold either for much longer.” I looked at the time. 3:30. ”I’m giving you until four, and then you can let it all out. If you do before that, I have a punishment in mind.” “Yes, sir.” He groaned, bouncing rapidly. I knew he couldn’t make it until four. That just makes it more fun. At around 3:45, he leaked again. And then again a couple minutes later. Finally, at around 3:50, he lost control of his bladder. It all came gushing out of him, hissing as it was absorbed by the pullup. He moaned loudly and lewdly. I felt my pants get tighter. A noticeable tent formed on both of our pants. He pissed full-force for about a minute until he was finally emptying. The pullup started leaking and forming a wet spot on his shorts. When he was done, he farted and groaned. It still wasn’t over. Traffic started moving again. A rest area was a half mile ahead — I was sure at the pace we were moving he wouldn’t make it to there, but I would have to get rid of a messy diaper. I could hear him straining to keep it in. He held his breath and groaned every couple seconds. He farted again and groaned one last time — and then he sighed and gave in. The poop squished out of him and filled the back of the pullup with an audible squelch. He sighed with relief. He and I were both rock hard. He crept his hand down his pants and discreetly began to jack off. Once again, his loud moans and panting filled the air. I rubbed myself through my jeans, horny as hell and wishing I could go down on him right then and there. He came in the pullup and let out a lewd yell, relaxing back in his seat. Not long after that I climaxed and came in my panties. We approached the rest stop. Mark and I cleaned up and changed our pants. And we went on our way. When we finally got to the hotel, I pinned him down on the bed. ”You haven’t forgotten your punishment, have you?” I stripped him down and ran my fingers up and down his body, deliberately missing his dick and any majorly sensitive area. Every time I came close to touching him, he got more and more horny. I just kept teasing him, not allowing myself to touch him where he waned me to. My fingers hovered above his tip, and he lost it. He grabbed me and started making out with me, hard. I stripped myself down, fucked him cowboy style, and came inside of him. Good ‘ol car hold.
  11. Haikyu!! Nishinoya Yuu Wetting

    Artwork is by me, please don't redistribute without permission!
  12. Hi all, I've made a video based loosely on an experience I had at university. I need the loo when I turn up for an exam, but it's locked and there's no time to find another before the exam starts. With two bottles of water running through me and no chance of a loo break for the next three hours, there's only one way this is going to end! Hope you like it :) Exam desperation.mp4
  13. Version 1.0.0

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    I made this video back in 2016 when I was 22 for my Tumblr blog. I had drank about 1.5 liters of water and was holding it for about 2 hours when I started recording this. I could only upload 5 minutes worth on Tumblr, you guys get all 8 minutes, lol.

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  14. View File Desperate and Leaking 2 *contains nudity* I made this video back in 2016 when I was 22 for my Tumblr blog. I had drank about 1.5 liters of water and was holding it for about 2 hours when I started recording this. I could only upload 5 minutes worth on Tumblr, you guys get all 8 minutes, lol. Submitter DaveGAZ Submitted 04/21/2018 Category Desperation Clothing Unspecified  
  15. Hey everyone. I've been on here for awhile, but I've only made a few posts here and there. I thought I'd share the links to the 3 desperation videos I've made. Fair warning, there is some nudity. Some of you may have already seen them on Tumblr, but I thought I'd share them with those who haven't seen them yet. I want to make more, just haven't been able to get a good setup to do so yet. https://www.tumblr.com/dashboard/blog/davegaz123/153632582370 https://www.tumblr.com/dashboard/blog/davegaz123/160259759719 https://www.tumblr.com/dashboard/blog/davegaz123/172059124949
  16. Desperate and Leaking 1 *contains nudity* View File One of 3 desperation videos I've made over the last couple years for my Tumblr blog... I'd like to make more, I just haven't been able to find my webcam so I can make some better ones. This one, I just had my smartphone camera to film... Submitter DaveGAZ Submitted 04/21/2018 Category Desperation Clothing Shorts  
  17. Version 1.0.0

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    One of 3 desperation videos I've made over the last couple years for my Tumblr blog... I'd like to make more, I just haven't been able to find my webcam so I can make some better ones. This one, I just had my smartphone camera to film...

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  18. *WARNING* Video contains nudity and messing. Me peeing my plastic pants and I end up messing too *blush* If you do not want to see please do not click the link. Password: Oops
  19. female The Time I Messed the Bed

    God this takes me back. I was about five when this happened. I recall waking up in the night and feeling a bit weird. I awoke to find my diaper had leaked out a bit when I was asleep, and there was a bit of poop smushed onto the bed. I alerted my mom who smiled, told me it was alright, and took me into the bathroom. She rinsed the poop off my butt a d gave me a quick night bath. She then changed the bedding, diapered me, and we went back to bed, with a new bottle of milk to help
  20. Welcome to the new interactive story by your boyo, Tempo!… I may or may not need to work on that little ditty. So apparently @Faust has been doing this Magic: The Gathering interactive story, and through reading it and so on, it seems to have inspired me to do something card-based as well. So, what better than Yu-Gi-Oh for something like that? Just to let you all know, I know the rules of the game fairly well. Because of such, I will try to incorporate as much as necessary into this story. But I will also try to keep things simple to the non-players as best as I can. In addition, being as this is going to be an OmoOrg story, there will indeed be elements that tailor to… well, need I say more? But before we get to that, it's time to make the main character. Main Character Creation: {Step 1} Gender: (Are you a Boy or Girl?) Height: (Are you Short, Average, or Tall?) Weight [this pertains to physical weight]: (Are you Light, Average, or Heavy?) Hairstyle: (Are you Short, Average, Long, or is it *Styled?) Muscle Physique: (Are you Skinny/Slim, Normal, or Toned?) *If Styled is chosen, I will throw in a list of options to chose from in Step 2. So go ahead and start picking which details interest you. Also, the reason for dividing this into multiple parts is that I figured it would be easier to start with the basics, being as I'm offering a choice between male and female for this character. Other than that, I hope you guys are interested to give this a shot because I certainly am.
  21. Yeah, so I'm discovering Twitter late. Found these hot male accounts! Underwear wetting: https://twitter.com/Goofypoofy10 More underwear wetting: https://twitter.com/klotz1796 Male diaper: https://twitter.com/MeowserJr
  22. I didn't make it the whole day, but I didn't wet myself either. It was in seventh grade. When I woke up, I needed to pee. I had to wear a belt as per the "uniform," so this probably contributed to my failure. I always do a good job hiding my desperation, so all through first period I really needed to go and no one knew. There was this stupid thing where all the boys thought it was really funny to hit each other in the balls, so I needed to deal with that. This worsened my problem a lot. I was never struck in the bladder, but my testicles were in a lot of pain. At least it gave me an excuse to hold myself. I began to get pretty nervous that I wouldn't make it in second period. We had long classes, an hour and half for each class, and I decided to go pee in the beginning of second block. I figured I should at least wait until class ended, so I did. I remember needing to pee so badly that sitting up straight was a pain and bending over caused my belt to dig into my bladder, so my bladder was under constant pressure. I didn't have any friends who were going to hit me in the nuts in that class, so that was a plus. By the end of class, my bladder hurt so bad I couldn't really stand up. I forced myself to, though, and hobbled over to the bathroom once the bell rang. I peed for what was a while at the time. Has anyone else attempted this, or something like this?
  23. Hold My Hand

    Hey to all readers! This is my first attempt at writing male omorashi, so please feel free to leave comments and feedback! TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS UNSPECIFIC DESCRIPTION OF SEXUAL ASSAULT Seth Carlon never showed any real emotion. He never smiled, never laughed, never screamed, and never, ever cried. His face was just a complete blank of nothing, and he never twitched a muscle on it unless it was truly necessary for him to speak. But, the soon-to-be seventeen year old wasn't always like that. Seth was never loud, or was the kind that laughed too much. He was smart and quiet, and sometimes shy, too. But he would always smile and let himself have fun when he was with friends or family. On the year of his thirteenth birthday, everything changed. Seth became withdrawn and distant, and he spoke less than he did before, which wasn't much, to begin with. By the time he turned fifteen, he was acting like an actual robot-everything was done automatically and systematically, he never stopped to rest or laugh or just relax. On Seth's sixteenth birthday, he became more than impassive, he became cold. He never seemed to care about others, and the few words that managed to escape his mouth every once in a while was always short and blunt, and more often than not, rude. And no one, no one at all, knew what had happened. Not his classmates, not his friends, not even his family. And of course, with Seth's age and attitude, therapy just wasn't possible-he would never allow it, and his family was too worried and cautious around him to force him into anything. Seth folded his arms. His mom was taking a hell of a long time just shopping for a pair of sneakers for him. He'd at first refused to come with her, but finally agreed to it if she let him sit in the car while she went to marvel at the hundreds and thousands of shoe designs inside the store, and probably buying herself a few bags of clothes and makeup in the process. She'd been gone for two hours, and, if Seth had to admit it, he was dying for a piss. But he didn't let that fact get to him. Urinating was a part of everyday life, and it never crossed his mind that he might not make it. He was Seth, after all. Half an hour later, his mom returned, indeed carrying five shopping bags, four of which contained her new clothes and makeup and shoes. Seth glared and her, tightening his folded arms around his chest. His mom, having spent three years observing his wordless actions, knew he was irritated. "I'm sorry, Seth, there was just too much to choose from! I wish you'd come with me," she said, sliding into the driver's seat. Seth wished he had, too. Not because of the shopping, obviously, but because his need to urinate was growing stronger and he would've preferred to go in the mall rather than sit in the car for hours feeling all hot and bothered. The drive home was at least an hour long, since they lived in the countryside, but if they met traffic, it'd probably be another half hour. Seth crossed his legs, immediately feeling better, and looked out of the window. "Oh, and by the way, we're gonna eat out for dinner, so we're meeting your dad, Aiden, Jack, and Ava by the gas station," his mom said. Great, they weren't even going home. Forty-five minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot next to Ally's Diner, which was Ava's favorite restaurant. Seth did not like his fourteen year old sister's tastes, but he would tolerate another round of meatball spaghettis and heavy hamburgers if it meant he didn't have to speak. He hated speaking. It was a waste of energy and effort to try and get people to understand him, and he knew no one ever would. "Oh, wait. Mind if I drive over to the gas station first? It'll only take a while." Of course Seth minded. But the grunt that he allowed as an answer didn't transfer much of a message, so his mother assumed that he was fine with it and drove off. Maybe he could use the bathroom at the gas station, but Seth knew he wouldn't bother, because going would mean opening his mouth to explain where he was going, and he didn't want any more interaction with anyone any more than he already had. Not even his mother. Ten minutes later, his mom parked the car beside the gas station, and left Seth in the car, because it was his typical wish to do as little as possible. However, Seth was regretting his habit, as he could feel urges pinging into his bladder. He hadn't drunk much, but it was quite some hours-ten, to be exact-since he felt the very first nudges in his bladder. It was just that the nudges had become much stronger as he was waiting for his mom to shop. And now, urges were literally slamming into his bladder in a very uncomfortable way. His mom came walking back half an hour later, talking on the phone, and Seth cursed her silently for taking so long and using the phone, which delayed another five minutes to an actual bathroom. He changed his position, crossing his other leg over the previous one, and realized it wasn't helping as much as he'd hoped. Still, his need to pee wasn't the main thing on his mind. Jamie didn't even apologize to her son this time, but started the engine immediately and drove back to the Ally's Diner, which, by now, had a parking lot full of cars, and required twenty minutes of waiting before they got a parking space. By then, Seth was feeling very uncomfortable, especially with the diagonally placed seatbelt he had on, which meant that it pressed down onto the right side of his bladder. His bladder still wasn't his first priority, though. His priority was getting back home as soon as he could and back into the safe confines of his room. That, would always and forever be his priority. Mother and son exited the car, with Jamie leading, which meant she missed the slight grimace taking over Seth's mildly handsome features as gravity took a pull on his bladder. The sky was darkening as evening took over, and Seth couldn't help but shiver as he remembered the events that had happened a week after his thirteenth birthday, continuously until after his fifteenth birthday. They headed into the restaurant and found the rest of the family seated in a round booth in a corner, having already ordered their chosen meals. Jamie ordered Seth's usual for him, knowing he didn't like talking. Seth was frowning as a particularly large urge jabbed into his bladder. He wouldn't call it desperation, but it was close. His abdomen muscles were starting to hurt, and he didn't like the achy feeling at all. The food came within fifteen minutes, and Seth felt tense even as he looked at the large glass of fruit punch he usually had placed in front of him. His don't-bother attitude was quickly turning into uneasiness. He needed the bathroom, and he wanted to go back to his room. That was all he knew. Not wanting to draw attention to himself, he ate his food and drank his fruit punch, though it was significantly less enjoyable with his pounding bladder sending constant signals that he was to release its fluids very soon. As the plates were cleared and desserts served, Seth was trying very hard not to move a muscle. His need to go had intensified after drinking the large glass of fruit punch, and he was starting to think he might not make it, even though the fact that he couldn’t control his own body was very hard to accept. Dessert was finished quickly, and by then, Seth was trembling, his legs jiggling unconsciously under the table. Couldn’t they just leave already? He wanted to go home. He wanted his room. Why couldn’t anyone tell he needed the bathroom? Unfortunately for the boy, his family started chatting about random stuff like schools and relationships and the latest trends, and he of course, didn’t join in, sitting silently with his arms wrapped tightly around his torso, squirming ever so subtly to keep his bladder in check. Couldn’t his family hurry? He had to go so, so bad. Everything hurt. His bladder hurt. His lower stomach hurt. His muscles hurt. His chest hurt. His head hurt. He felt like screaming from the pressure, but all he did was unwrap his arms from his torso and place them on either side of himself, gripping the seat with such force that he was sure his hands would leave dent marks on it. He tried crossing his legs again. It didn’t work. He tried squeezing his thighs together. It didn’t help, either. His bladder was reaching its full capacity, but Seth was still too stubborn to speak up about his need. He didn’t want to. He refused to. “Hey, is Seth okay?” Seth squeezed his eyes shut, his entire body shaking with the tremendous effort required to stop himself from going right there and then. “Seth?” His family had found out. They had found out that he was not okay, but by then, he was wishing they didn’t notice him at all. All he could hear was the pounding of his heart, his arms aching from clinging so tightly onto the seat. His will to hold on was strong, but his muscles were tired, and they wanted to rest. Seth could feel it as soon as he lost it. His eyes flew open, and they darted down to find a dark stain spreading across his crotch. The horror he felt was nothing compared to the sudden shock of his loss of control. His entire family was staring at him, concerned, so he did the only thing he could think of. He ran. He ran and ran and ran, out of the restaurant and down the street to who knew where, the warmth of his urine rushing down his legs distinctly felt against his legs. His head was spinning, and he wanted to stop, but at the same time, he didn’t think he could ever stop. Finally, he stumbled into an alley, unaware of the dawning darkness that he was usually so scared of. Crashing to the ground in exhaustion and shame, he tried to undo his pants with shaking, numb hands, but when he finally managed to, all he had left in him was a few measly drops. Seth wasn’t relieved, He was suddenly aware of the pressing darkness, and the memories came crashing back to him as loud and clear as ever, sending his body and mind into overdrive. He started panicking. He could feel the sweat pouring down his forehead and drenching his shirt, his urine cold against his legs. His was alone. In the dark. And- Seth choked out a scream as someone grabbed him. He had undone his pants. He hadn’t done them back. “Little kid, you shouldn’t be displaying that beauty out there and expect me not to play with it,” a voice growled down his ear. Seth could feel his throat closing up. No, not again. No. This can’t be happening- “Shut up,” the voice hissed. Seth didn’t know he had been making any noise except for the sound of his shallow breathing. His senses seemed to have heightened and dimmed at the same time. “Now let me do my stuff.” Seth was terrified. He was beyond terrified. His body shook violently, and he didn’t even have the strength to try and escape. He could feel cold, rough hands where they didn’t belong. He could feel skin against skin that shouldn’t be touching. He couldn’t think straight. It was happening. Again. He thought he had left those memories behind a long time ago. But this was the reality. This was déjà vu. This was what shouldn’t be happening. This was his worst nightmare alive. Then-“Hey! Leave my brother alone!” Then the hands were slipping away. And the man was gone. Seth crumpled to the ground, his heart still palpitating at an alarming speed. His brain couldn’t process what had just occurred, and his was only vaguely aware that he was shaking very unnaturally. He curled up on the hard concrete ground, burying his face in his arms. “Seth!” It was Aiden. His brother touched his arm, and Seth couldn’t help but jerk away from the contact. He’d had enough touching to last a lifetime. “Hey, Seth. It’s Aiden.” Aiden sat down beside his brother, who remained curled up on the ground, shivering. “Take your time,” he said quietly. And take his time Seth did. A minute passed. Ten minutes. Twenty. Thirty. He didn’t move from his position. Aiden’s phone rang. It was their mom phoning. Aiden shushed her and said he would explain later. Then it was another round of silence. An hour later, Seth finally shifted. With great difficulty, he sat up, fumbling with his pants, before half turning to his brother avoiding any eye contact, looking so small it broke Aiden’s heart. “Seth? Can you-do want to say anything?” Seth didn’t think anyone and asked him that through the last three years of continuous torture. Both mentally and physically. “Hold my hand,” he whispered. Aiden was surprised. Seth never really requested for anything. But if holding his hand made him feel better, then he would. Seth flinched when Aiden took his hand, but let it stay. They were sitting at a distance, but this was the first contact Seth had had that made him feel comforted rather than violated. So Aiden held his hand. He held his hand when Seth started crying. He held it when their family came to get them. He held it through the entire drive back home. He let Seth shower in privacy. Then he held Seth’s hand throughout the night, sleeping beside him, because Seth was his brother, and though questions were swirling around his head, he knew that protecting his family was the most important.
  24. We finally made it through another hot dry summer. I hope I am not the only one looking forward to a cold wet winter. I pulled out my insulated nylon winter gear this past weekend and can't wait to wear it outside in the cold and wet myself. The thick nylon clothing is perfect for fun and discreet public wetting. I am planning wetting while shoveling, walking the neighborhood, shopping and just doing anything with my snowsuit on. Anyone else out there performing the same prep work?
  25. Coffee. Traffic.

    I leaked a single short squirt into my briefs when I got out of the car. Goddamnit. Still, as my wife always said, if your pants aren't wet then it doesn't count as wetting your pants. Honestly I didn't really care all that much now I was home, I just really didn't want to lose control in the car. I've had enough experience getting pee out of car seats, both mine and Charlotte's. I didn't fancy having to do it again. It was lucky that I'd married Charlotte. For a lot of reasons actually. But right now, specifically, I was thinking that a lot of women would have a problem being married to a man who wets his pants sometimes. They'd probably think less of him, make fun of him, think that he isn't a real man or something. But since Charlotte wets herself at least as often as I do she couldn't really say anything, even if she wanted to. Not that either of us have a medical problem or anything, we aren't talking every day, or even every week. But most months at least one of us seems to end up with wet pants. And apparently today it might be me. Her Fiesta was next to mine in the garage when I pulled up, so she must already be home. It was usually touch and go which one of us got home first, though I had been held up enough today that I wasn't surprised she'd beaten me in. I gave my crotch a quick squeeze to make sure that I'd really stopped peeing and wasn't quietly trickling an unnoticed stream down my leg before I very carefully made my way through the internal doorway into our house itself. My bladder had that heavy numb tingle it does when I'm seconds away from losing control. Even though I was going to make it to the toilet in under twenty seconds I still didn't know whether I was going to be dry, or mostly dry anyway, when I arrived. That happens to me rather a lot actually. Nearly making it. My bladder cutting loose with the toilet already in sight. It isn't so bad when I'm at home with a change of clothes and my own shower standing by. But it's absolutely mortifying to be in a public bathroom with freshly peed trousers and knowing that even though no one knows that you've wet yourself again, really all it is is that no one knows yet. That you are going to have to go out and face the music eventually. That's another bladder related thing Charlotte and I have in common. It was quite the bonding experience when we first were admitting these thing to each other; sharing our dread of having to emerge, saturated, from a locked cubicle. This time I made it to the bathroom door without any further leakage, but the knob refused to turn in my hand. Locked. I knocked urgently. "Sorry! I'll just be a second!" She called from behind the door I opened my mouth to tell her to hurry but ended up saying "Take your time." I wouldn't matter whether she hurried or not. My bladder had been expecting immediate release, and once denied voluntary release it had decided upon involuntary. I felt the very familiar sensation of wet underwear on my genitals, of wet fabric sticking to my legs, of peeing while still fully dressed. I kicked off my shoes just before the urine reached them. Might as well save a bit of clean up. The puddle on the white tile beneath my waterlogged socks was never as large as I felt it should be. Charlotte's puddles were always bigger. Was her bladder larger? Or are ladies' clothes less absorbent? Charlotte opened the bathroom door to belatedly let me in. I was surprised to see that she was naked and naturally my gaze went to my wife's breasts rather than her face. There isn't anything wrong with her face, but there isn't anything wrong with her tits. "Oh!" She said in surprise, looking at my legs. "Did you have an accident?" I remembered where to look. "Coffee. Traffic." I shrugged helplessly. She nodded sympathetically. "If it makes you feel any better you aren't the only one." She said motioning to a puddle on the floor in front of the toilet. I must have been so distracted by her body I hadn't noticed. That explained why she was naked, and when she leaned over to turn the shower taps on I could see her legs were wet where she had lost control at the last moment. "Coffee? Traffic?" I asked. "Tea. Didn't want to ask at Thelma's and thought I could hold it. I was so close as well!" She said in mock frustration, "I didn't even leak. But when I started to try to undo the button on my pants... Whoosh." "Oh well." I said with a shrug as I stripped off my wet clothes. "Shall I do the mopping this time?" She tilted her head. "Yep. It's your turn. But I'll run the laundry."