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  1. I been drinking lots of water at home and at work. Then I needed to pee bad after a few hours at work. Drinking all theses water bottles at work and before I got to work hit me hard. I needed to go bad and soon because I was so desperation hurting too. VID_20190605_173439782.mp4
  2. ssjammerz

    Morning wetting

    I guess I drank too much from the previous night and woke up to an aching bladder. Then I realized, to my surprise, that I have never recorded a shorts wetting. Hope you enjoy them as I much as I did wetting these smooth, shiny shorts. Caption for pic 1: The pee gushes out through my shorts! Caption for pic 2: The damage done! Caption for pic 3: Ringing out the pee in my shorts! And yes, I also soaked my compression shorts under.
  3. I've been lurking on this site for years, just recently started posting. Yesterday when I was browsing I found a thread of ladies complaining that there wasn't enough male desperation and wetting. I wasn't planning on ever posting pictures of myself, but I like this community and I trust y'all. So today I got the courage to do it. I have been dog sitting this week so I've been staying in a house instead of my 5th wheel. This morning I got up, took my morning pee, showered, then had my usually 4 cups (sounds like a lot but my thermos fits 32oz) of coffee and some water before I went to run errands. Most of what I needed was welding supplies and truck parts, and while these stores usually have bathrooms it's not like gas stations or grocery stores, you have to ask and usually go to the back. Wildly inconvenient I'd rather just hold it. After about an hour and a half of running around town I had everything I needed, and was at about a 6/10. Got back to the house, threw on my most comfortable shorts, had another glass of water, and turned on the TV. After about 10 minutes I was 8/10, squirming and holding my dick. 5 more minutes and I couldn't stand it anymore. Grabbed my phone and well... I took a video too, it's uploading to porn hub right now, I'll link it later but here's some teaser pictures;)
  4. The actual story is in the next post, so you can skip right past my rambling ... Preamble --> Ever since I saw this fic, I wanted to do something similar for male desperation. For one thing, I liked the challenge of writing an imaginary world - with rules conducive to omo settings 😄 I felt it was time to experiment - I was comfortable enough with my writing to at least try. While writing in the real world is fun, writing in a dystopian world sounded more fun. My initial idea was the exact reverse of the no Ladies Room scenario - a city where men are forbidden by law to pee outside their home, while Ladies Rooms are in ample supply. I named this world 'Swatch' - I have some ideas for this world (including a semi-believable reason for the rules), the introduction post was 70% done, but then I started rewriting it, and now it is back to 10% done. Anyway I will post a "Swatch Series" about a city without a men's room - someday. But while writing Swatch, I had an idea I liked better. While being forced to hold is hot, choosing to hold is hotter. Especially in the face of temptation. Thus was born the word of 'Shalin', where there are toilets everywhere but not one for use. I hope you guys like this one. This introductory post builds up the world, introducing its rules, through one man's desperate attempt to hold on. If you guys do like it, let me know ... I will write more posts about this world - probably using a different character each time, and add to the rules as we go on. And I will definitely sneak in female desperation at some point soon. Even this intro story has a lot of references to desperate females - couldn't help myself 😄 Warning --> The main character is a misogynist a-hole, with plenty of unsavoury opinions about women's place in the world. If that sort of thing really bothers you, please don't read. Also, just so we are clear - I do not share the opinions. But a misogynist dystopia was what worked for the story line. So that's what you get 😛 What does Shalin mean? It is the name of a fictional city-state. It is used both as the name of the country and as an adjective (So you live in Shalin and have Shalin values). In one of the languages I speak, 'shalin' means something between 'decent' and 'chivalrous' - it refers to behavior that is acceptable (and expect) in civilized society. This "standard of civilized behavior" is what the city-state is all about. So the name.
  5. ssjammerz

    malefemale Cycling wetting 38

    While riding at night, I desperately needed to find a restroom. Unfortunately they're all closed, so the only place I could relieve myself was in my shorts. XP At least it's kinda dark so hopefully no one could see my shorts getting saturated...Enjoy! cyc38.wmv
  6. libra

    tale of a diapered adventurer

    Version 1.0.0

    363 downloads

    It is an amazing adventure of a diapered adventurer let see about their adventures

    Free

  7. Rvlis

    Potted Plants

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Ritz squirmed in place, his bladder throbbing with desperation; The bathroom was occupied and he really needed to go! He knew if he didn't do something fast there was no doubt that he'd pee his pants. The cat's eyes darted around the room, looking for a solution to his urge. He spied a potted plant in the corner, and whined; Desperate times call for desperate measures, and that was probably the closest thing to a toilet he was gonna find. The desperate feline shuffled over, undid his shorts and slid down his pull-ups, and lifted his hoodie up. At the last second, he noticed this wasn't just a potted plant, it was a plastic, potted plant! However, this detail didn't mean much to his bladder as it's hold gave out, and he began immediately soaking it. Ritz sighed in relief as his torrent continued uninterrupted, however, he heard something behind him. He blushed profusely, as he noticed Amber behind him, smiling and shaking her head. "Silly kitten, that's not the potty, guess I shouldah taken you for a walk~?" She giggled, Ritz was unable to say or do anything but blush and finish peeing in the plastic, potted plant.
  8. Version 1.0.0

    118 downloads

    This is the translated version of the Ralsei Omorashi Doujinshi I posted a while back. Made by this artist from pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=336458

    Free

  9. Jimmy Olsen

    malefemale Blame It on the Rain

    A Vocaloid fanfic featuring Hatsune Miku and Fujita Mikuo Mikuo was driving his date Miku home from the Cherry Blossom Festival when the unpredictable spring weather struck. Rain suddenly poured down, without letting any drizzle or grey clouds warn the people beforehand. The visibility was so poor that Mikuo was afraid of crashing the car. They were at the outskirts of town at the time, and he found an empty lot to pull into to wait out the storm. The landscape had transformed in mere moments. The sky was almost white. The trees were flailing. Rain poured off the roofs of buildings in sheets. Lakes formed on the cement. Rivers ran across the grass. A sound like a shower turned to full blast competed with the noise of raindrops incessantly pounding the car, and the low howl of the wind could be heard in the background. The situation was very bad for Mikuo. He was already nervous just because he was on a real date with a real live girl, which hadn’t happened many times in his life. He had a touch of claustrophobia, and being confined to a small vehicle assailed by an unremitting torrent made him uneasy. He also had another, more serious cause for alarm, and it was nothing he could admit to his date. He’d needed to go to the bathroom for some time. The need had been uncomfortable, but manageable. He figured he'd drop off his date and head home to his toilet and there'd be no problem. Now it felt like an emergency. The sights and sounds of the downpour seemed to send his system into overdrive, greatly increasing the pain in his bladder and the urgency in his mind. He didn't know how long they'd be stranded here. His holding might fail before he made it to a bathroom. That would cause severe damage to his self esteem, to his nascent romance with Miku, and to the driver's seat's upholstery. He locked eyes with the girl sitting calmly in the passenger’s seat. She was dressed in a lovely pastel ensemble that perfectly complemented her teal hair. Somehow she looked even more gorgeous in the strange light of the storm. Her lively blue-green eyes seemed to glow and twinkle in the dim, ever-shifting illumination. He couldn't look into the face of someone so perfect and say, “I’m about to pee my pants.” Instead he said the first thing that came to mind that wasn’t about romance or urination. “If you don’t like the weather around here, just wait a little while and it’ll change,” he quipped with a chuckle. Then he wanted to bite his knuckle in remorseful embarrassment because that was such a corny thing to say. Miku looked out through the passenger’s window and waxed poetic. “Rain never seemed so powerful before. It’s like a malevolent living force keeping us cocooned inside our safe little shell. We’re totally isolated. I always pictured a summer night and a scenic overlook for my first back seat action with a boy, but this is romantic in its own way.” The nervous young man had been slouching in his seat, trying to make himself relax, but now he sat bolt upright. “Why do you think there’s going to be back seat action!?” he asked in annoyed disbelief. “Because the front seats have this big inconvenient console between them,” the twin-tailed girl replied. Mikuo was almost speechless. “What!? Why!? No!” Miku giggled. “There’s no sense in playing innocent. I can tell when a boy’s planning to make a move.” “How many boys have put moves on you?” “One, if I count you and your inevitable move.” Now Mikuo was completely speechless. “When a boy pulls the car off the road, it’s not hard to tell what he has in mind.” “That wasn’t my choice! It was the rain!” “You don’t need to make up excuses.” “I’m not!” “Look how nervous you are. You’ve been fidgeting ever since you parked the car.” What she said was true, but this wasn't the fidgeting of a lovestruck man too shy to steal a kiss from his inamorata. It was more like the fidgeting of a little boy too shy to ask the teacher for a restroom pass. Of course Mikuo couldn’t say this to Miku, and so he had no explanation for his agitation. “I don’t have any ulterior motive for parking,” he insisted. “You don’t need to worry.” “I’m not worried,” Miku said with a wink. Mikuo decided it was pointless to argue, so he changed his approach. “Let’s just sit here and talk, okay?” “Okay, we’ll talk,” Miku said, then added, “until you work up the courage to make your move.” Neither teen knew what they should talk about at this juncture, and so an awkward silence followed. Mikuo didn’t want to make eye contact with the flirtatious girl, and didn’t want to look at the water outside, so he found himself staring at the ceiling of the car. Miku looked out the windshield. Soon she grew tired of the silence and started talking about the first thing that came to mind: rain. “This is the roughest rainstorm I’ve ever been in. I know we get a couple of these every spring, but I’ve never seen one so intense. It’s hitting the car like bullets. Tiny, wet bullets exploding into liquid when they hit their target.” Miku’s gift for words was now a curse upon Mikuo’s bladder. Hearing these vivid descriptions of the liquid outside made it impossible for him to ignore the liquid inside. He found himself crossing his legs. Miku noticed this immediately, and eyed him suspiciously. He quickly uncrossed them. She resumed musing on the weather. “Look at the windows. It’s like a million little rivers and creeks and streams running and converging and diverging and cascading down the glass into the puddles.” The boy could feel himself losing his hold. His hands moved to grab his crotch, but he stopped them before he embarrassed himself. Miku remained oblivious to his plight. “And look at the pavement. It’s like an ocean. A rough sea gushing and sloshing in the wind, fed by millions of raindrops.” He pressed his legs together as tightly as he could without making a scene. “I’m sure glad we’re safe and dry in here. One minute outside and we’d be wet as mudpuppies!” “Can you please talk about something else!?” Mikuo finally snapped. “I’m sorry,” Miku said. Her pouty pink lips and puppy dog eyes made Mikuo want to reach over and comfort her with a hug, but those motions could wreak havoc on the delicate balance of his bladder. Instead he gave her a light pat on the shoulder. “No, I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. I just feel a little scared, trapped inside this car in this awful storm.” “There's no need to be scared,” Miku said in a soft and gentle voice. “I’m here with you.” She leaned her body against Mikuo’s, making him blush, but the trouble was just beginning. Getting close to the boy required her to scoot across the central console and swing her legs around to the driver’s side, which was where she ran into trouble. The hem of her skirt got caught on the gearshift, and so the closer she moved to Mikuo the more leg she showed. Neither teen noticed this at first. Her attention was focused on him, and his attention was focused on preventing an accident. “You’re so tense,” she softly chided. “You should loosen up.” “That’s dangerous!” he said, knowing full well that loosening up would get them both wet. “There’s no need to inhibit yourself so much. Let it all out!” He tensed up at those words. Letting it all out was exactly what he didn’t want to do. “I’ll stop you gently if you start going too far,” she added. “I keep telling you…” he began, but stopped abruptly. He noticed an excess of skin in his peripheral vision, and did a double take. Something unfortunate had happened to his date’s skirt. He could now see the entirety of her carnation pink stocking and a little bit of her powder blue panties, not to mention the naked thigh in between. The shock made his lungs suddenly take in a big gasp and his urethra suddenly let out a little spurt. Mikuo’s reaction alerted Miku to the skirt crisis, but she was amused rather than mortified. “See?” she said with a giggle. “This is why the back seat’s better for canoodling.” Mikuo stopped his leak and tried to stop his panic. With his eyes averted from the girl’s unmentionables, he stole a glance at his own area. His charcoal slacks had acquired a tiny wet spot, but he didn’t think his date would notice. “I’ll look away while you...arrange yourself,” he told her. The next thing he knew, Miku’s skirt was back where it should be, but her bottom was parked where it shouldn’t be: directly on his bladder bulge. “How’s this arrangement?” asked the girl in his lap. In a sudden burst of strength that surprised even him, Mikuo picked Miku up, lifted her over the console, and set her down in the passenger’s seat. The endeavor was not without its consequences. A warm rivulet started trickling down Mikuo’s right leg. When he sat back in the driver’s seat and crossed his legs, he felt a spurt on his left leg and a growing damp spot in the seat of his pants. He saw only one option. He lunged for the door handle and launched himself outside. The door swung shut behind him, protecting the interior from the rain. He stumbled, then stood up straight with his legs apart, and let the urine flow. Blood-hot liquid soaked his crotch, pooled in his underwear, and ran down both his legs until it mingled with the rainwater to make his soggy socks lukewarm. He moaned with pleasure as the pain in his bladder subsided. The relief was so great he barely cared that he was getting drenched. It felt good to have his face pelted with cool water after burning up with embarrassment in the stuffy car. Of course, this was nothing compared to the feeling of release. He didn’t know if Miku could tell what he was doing. He didn’t know how he was going to explain himself. All he knew was that the misery was finally over. After what felt like a long while, Mikuo’s bladder was completely empty. In a swift motion, he opened the car door, fell into the seat, and slammed it shut. He noticed the drops of urine he’d left inside the car, and made sure they disappeared in the rainwater he brought in. He sat there silently for a moment, wondering if his date had noticed the clues of his accident, and afraid that anything he said could reveal his guilt. “Feel better?” she asked with a smile. “Yes,” the blushing boy meekly croaked. “I can’t believe you just…” Miku began before her speech deteriorated into uncontrollable giggling. All Mikuo could do was turn redder. “Wait’l I tell Luka about my date,” Miku said when she finally got over the giggles. “She won’t believe I made a boy so hot he needed a cold shower.”
  10. DarthBane93

    Wet birthday fun.

    Feeling like going all out since it's my birthday today. Gonna keep the bed mega soaked. Most videos to my vk since fuck Tumblr lol. Any suggestions for me? Enjoy all 😉 Movie on 6-4-19 at 10.51 AM.mov @PrincessPeeach @rachelkirwan Thought you might appreciate 😉
  11. hal_jordan

    Peed my grey boxers

    Desperate when I got home. Tried to wait until I lost control. Hope y'all like. VID_20190528_170406.mp4
  12. Some pics I took the other day.
  13. desertfc

    female Messenger Teasing

    so i had a bit more of a think about where i wanted to go with this messenger teasing idea. the format's been quite fun to use, and i can write them up quickly since all i have to do is tinker with chat logs a bit. my friend has cooled a bit on the idea of writing anything up herself, but she's still keen for me to keep going on the condition that i also have to do write ups for times when it was her teasing me about having accidents (she likes boy omo as much if not more than girl omo). anyway i'm a switch and I have always liked the mild humiliation that came with her playful banter so i'm happy to accept her condition. but it did raise the question for me of whether it's best to include what would be both male and female omo under the same topic - knowing that most people tend to prefer one to the exclusion of the other. i did think about having two separate topics for male and female omo, but there's a lot of overlap in the convos so i can't really see the point. also i'd prefer to have everything in the one topic instead of having a new one each time. so what i will do as a compromise is I'll include a list of relevant tags in bold in the body at the top of each new post (e.g. female, messing, diapers etc...), and you can choose whether to read on or not. since i did one of hers last time, this first post will be one of mine. so please do note the male tag on the post below before reading on if that's not what you're here for! the tag prefix for the overall topic is still going to be female because there have been more instances of me teasing her than vice-versa and she's still the star of the show as far as i'm concerned. i'm not exactly the most masculine looking guy out there, anyway, so no hard feelings 😂 (edit: for reference, here's the link to where i tried this out the first time - - des The Essayist and the Editor tags: male, desperation, wetting, messing, diapers, fear Stephanie says: hey you! Stephanie says: have you finished reading my preventative health essay yet? 😊 Stephanie says: no rush...but i do have to submit it tonight... des says: hey hey! des says: hmmm, not yet des says: i only just got back from our walk Stephanie says: 😮 Stephanie says: Walking Dozer? des says: yeah des says: hes been barking a lot the last couple of days des says: am hoping that he might calm down if i tire him out a bit Stephanie says: naughty pup!! Stephanie says: well i have been sitting here Stephanie says: for the last hour Stephanie says: trying to hit the word count......... Stephanie says: ughhhhhhh Stephanie says: why do i suck at writing so much Stephanie says: 😞 des says: who, whoa, whoa des says: you don't suck at it des says: you said you got 87% the other day! Stephanie says: 😛 Stephanie says: ya, for the journal entries Stephanie says: those were super easy!! Stephanie says: like 300 words each is nothing Stephanie says: this essay is much harder 😣 des says: i'm sure it's not as abd as you think 😊 des says: bad* Stephanie says: itt's probably worse 😥 des says: nah des says: you're a smart cookie des says: i bet you've been working on it for weeks Stephanie says: ...!! Stephanie says: well! Stephanie says: actually i have! 🤓 haha Stephanie says: but i dont think im using the right references 😞 Stephanie says: i dont think it reads well des says: technically it doesnt need to read at all, its your readers who have to read well 😛 Stephanie says: 😡 Stephanie says: can you just look at it now instead of being a smartass please???!!! des says: okay! okay! des says: i was already reading it anyway 😛 Stephanie says: good boy 😊 des says: *wags tail* Stephanie says: 😛 ... Stephanie says: ... well? Stephanie says: is it that bad? 😓 des says: "the mangement of children's lifestyle choices is paramount"? des says: 'management' maybe? 😛 Stephanie says: hahaha oops 💁‍♀️ Stephanie says: possibly i should have run a spell check?! des says: and i'm not sure about this bit about school lunches at the end des says: how come you don't have a source there? Stephanie says: hmmm well i do have a source for it somehwere! Stephanie says: one of the texts talks about junk food in tuck shops Stephanie says: habits formed at school are a cause of childhood obesity des says: hmmm des says: well find it and stick it in, you need something in there Stephanie says: 😛 ok! des says: otherwise it reads okay des says: conclusion's a bit weak though Stephanie says: 😮 Stephanie says: I havent written a conclusion yet!! des says: whats that bit down the bottom then?! Stephanie says: that was my draft! Stephanie says: its not finished yet 😛 des says: well hurry up and finish it then! Stephanie says: i'm trying too!! des says: 😛 des says: kids these days... Stephanie says: 😮 what??! des says: not you! des says: literally 'kids these days!' des says: getting fat on junk food at the canteen Stephanie says: hmmm yeah 😛 Stephanie says: you probably did too, though 😂 des says: im not fat! Stephanie says: surrrre about that? 😛 Stephanie says: lol okay your not. but maybe you were when you were in primary school 😛 des says: nope des says: i didnt each much of anything as a kid Stephanie says: 😮 des says: i always used to have sultanas for recess des says: mum used to pack a yoghurt and sandwiches too des says: i always ate the yoghurt cause otherwise it'd get loose in my bag and explode yoghurt everywhere Stephanie says: 😛 des says: had to clean out quite a few backpacks in my time! Stephanie says: 😛 des says: but no junk food for me! des says: i didnt even tend to eat the sandwiches 😛 Stephanie says: naughty! des says: why? des says: she always put too much tomato in them and they would come out soggy! Stephanie says: your mumma bear made sandwiches for you and you wouldnt even eatthem!! Stephanie says: 😮 soggy sandwiches? Stephanie says: yikes, okay des says: yeah 😛 des says: bet you wouldnt have eaten them either 😛 Stephanie says: lol probably not Stephanie says: id just swap it with somebody else des says: nobody's going to trade for a soggy sandwich though...... Stephanie says: well, not that kind 😉 des says: 😛 Stephanie says: anyway, i meant i'd swap it when they werent looking 😂 des says: 😮 des says: and what if you got caught?! Stephanie says: hmmm, i'd tell them they could have a soggy sandwich or a knuckle sandwich?! Stephanie says: 😈 des says: 😮 des says: you wouldnt have said that! Stephanie says: i probably wouldve! Stephanie says: i was a bit of a tomboy when i was a kid 😂 Stephanie says: i once broke a kids tooth when he pushed in line for the bubbler! des says: you did what?! Stephanie says: i was thirsty!! Stephanie says: and there was a line for a reason! des says: 😛 des says: wow Stephanie says: wow what 😛 des says: i'm just having trouble imagining you doing that des says: i mean i got in a few fights at school, but well, im a boy 😛 des says: i thought boys were supposed to beat each other up! Stephanie says: !! Stephanie says: well girls can fight too! Stephanie says: even if its with nails! des says: you broke his tooth with your nails?! Stephanie says: 😛 Stephanie says: nah, i pushed him into the bubbler des says: ouch 😵 thats a bit mean! Stephanie says: i didnt mean to hurt him 😞 Stephanie says: i just wanted to shove him out of the way! des says: still! Stephanie says: 😞 des says: well i guess maybe he was a bully if he was pushing in des says: so maybe he deserved it?! Stephanie says: hmmm i was the bully if anything!! Stephanie says: he was a nice kid, i think maybe he just didnt relaise there was a line! des says: oh dear! bully steph! 😛 Stephanie says: 😞 des says: hmmm, guess i'd better be careful what i say about your essay then! 😂 Stephanie says: haha yep! 😈 des says: anyway, i've sent it back to you with changes tracked des says: resent it to me when you have that conclusion though! Stephanie says: lifesaver 😊 thank you!!! des says: no worries 🙂 i'll be here waiting for that final draft! Stephanie says: ahh, youi are such a good boy😛! des says: yeah, but apparently you used to beat up good boys 😛 Stephanie says: 😛 Stephanie says: am i meant to beat you up too then?! 😛 des says: 😮 Stephanie says: I might, hey! 😈 des says: dont scare me!! 😭 Stephanie says: 😄 Stephanie says: maybe you need that nappy?! des says: 😮😳 Stephanie says: 😄 des says: well i'll just go change my pants now... Stephanie says: in preparation, hey! Stephanie says: I'm that scary, huh?! des says: preparation? i might need it now!! Stephanie says: 😂 Stephanie says: well it would give you a bit of padding for when im kicking your butt!!! 😈 des says: a lot of padding depending on what i had for lunch...! 😳 Stephanie says: 😉💩💩😄 Stephanie says: hmmm, ok maybe a bit too far 😛 des says: 😛 des says: a bit! Stephanie says: 😛 des says: but on an unrelated note, i do actually need to get up now des says: and, well, go to the bathroom 😛 Stephanie says: hahahah Stephanie says: well i will do some more work on my essay then 😊 Stephanie says: thanks for checking it for me again😘! des says: anytime 🙂 des says: but don't submit it without letting me see it again first! Stephanie says: i wont! Stephanie says: you go and clean up 😛😂 des says: 😮 des says: i dont need to clean up!!! des says: just tired of sitting here with legs crossed 😛 Stephanie says: sure sure! Stephanie says: laters 😘
  14. Rvlis

    malefemale Omovember Day 11

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Day 11: Locked out of the bathroom Uh oh, looks like I made a whoopsies and forgot to upload Day 11 here ^_^
  15. So I got home from the pub the other night after quite a heavy night of drinking. Made myself a cup of tea and sat down on the sofa. Now many of you probably know when you're drunk you can waver a bit. I passed out with the full tea still in my hand. Naturally my hand relaxed in my sleep and I dumped the tea in my lap. It didn't wake me up but being that my jeans were now soaking wet something must of triggered in my mind because I started to dream that I was wetting my pants. When I eventually woke up I did have a moment of panic seeing a massive wet patch on my jeans. But I soon saw the mug and realized what I'd done. However I was really desperate for the loo and I thought to myself see as my jeans were already wet I might as well just soak them some more. So I went up to the bathroom and let it go in my pants. Just a short funny story that I'd thought I would share. I tell you what though, if you ever want to simulate wetting yourself in your sleep just fall asleep with a drink in your hand haha. If anyone else has a ever done this sort of thing feel free to share down below. Be good to know this embarrassing moment hasn't only happened to me.
  16. So the other day I went to see Endgame. Of course, that wasn't at all because I actually cared about the plot - I haven't been following the MCU at all and still haven't even seen Infinity War - but because of the prospect of sitting through a three-hour movie. How often does a chance like that come around? The plan was simple: watch the movie and go home. Fairly straightforward, but of course everyone here knows it's not that simple in practice. All that had to be done in one straight shot, with no breaks of any kind. That's the game, after all. Thus the plan became go to the movie, survive the movie, then immediately proceed to drive home and hopefully avoid having an accident somewhere in the middle of all that. I would not be able to leave the theater except under one of three conditions: the movie ended (plus credits for a bonus challenge), I've started leaking, or it's got to the point where it's more painful than fun. All fairly self-explanatory - the first was the goal, and the other two were provisions to make sure I didn't soak theater seats or actually physically damage anything. I'd planned to do this earlier, but I wasn't feeling well on the day I had originally planned to see the film - there were some nice rainstorms that day and I wanted to have those coincide with my going back home - and the day I decided to stay home just happened to be the very last day that theater was running the movie. Whoops. Fortunately, though, there was another theater still showing it, and it was a much bigger one at the local mall. So I bought a ticket online for a showing the next week, and from there I was fully committed. On the day of, I made sure to relieve myself in the morning, even though I normally wouldn't, just to be sure that there wouldn't be anything interfering with the game. Showtime was at 11:50, and the last time I was empty before leaving was somewhere around 10:00. I'd inadvertently chosen my outfit a few days in advance, having caught a tear in a pair of shorts while trying to put and making them even more ripped up, basically no longer in any condition to wear - so instead of throwing them out, I figured they'd get one last run at Endgame. They went under a pair of jeans - normally I'd wear track pants, but I wanted to be able to wear a belt for obvious reasons. And don't worry, I made sure the belt was as tight as it could get. I was out the door by 11:20, at which time I also made sure to notify Rolo's discord server of my plans. Why not the Org discord? Because Rolo's was the one I clicked on first, and I wouldn't be able to pay attention to two servers throughout the game. I found out afterwards that Etchy and Gemgirl had already started their own game in the org server anyways, which I wouldn't have wanted to interrupt. Thanks to traffic and a few unexpected detours, I technically got to the theater late - at about noon - but I figured I'd still have plenty of time before the movie started, what with all the previews. I had the QR code for the ticket scanned, and got my typical choice of snacks for whenever I went to a theater - a small popcorn and a liter-bottle of water. I didn't bother scanning the lobby for the bathrooms - if I did need them I figured I'd be able to find them easily enough - and instead went directly upstairs to the theater proper. Upstairs meaning on the third floor of the building, each floor really only being two theaters and an elevator. Quite a bit of climbing, but not an issue. And, of course, because it was so late into the movie's theatrical run there were hardly any other people in the place - maybe a total of five other people by the time it started. So I just took a seat way in the back when I got past all the stairs, and quickly figured out how to work the fancy reclining chairs the place had. I was even able to safely start on the popcorn and water, as the biggest advantage to arriving late to a movie is you skip all the trailers. I didn't keep track of when the movie itself started - maybe around 12:10 or 12:20 - but I do know I was still feeling extremely empty then. That didn't last very long, though. Maybe half an hour in I noticed that I had to pee - and I'd somehow skipped all the previous steps and went directly to the stage where I actively knew that I ought to pee. 'course, even at home I'd still ignore this part, but it was rather interesting how soon it happened. I blame the popcorn, not necessarily the water, which was maybe a third done by this point - I'm not expert but I'd guess the fact that this stuff is loaded with salt makes the body freak out and try to get rid of it, and what's the best way to get extra salt out of the bloodstream? Somewhere around halfway through the movie, the water was maybe 4/5 of the way done, and I'd definitely reached the part where my need to pee was starting to get more interesting than the movie. If I were anyone else I probably would have been shuffling around at this point, but I don't really do that unless I'm trying to put on a show. I sure do wish I could say I sat through this movie with a hand between my legs or something but that just ain't me. I just sat there, pretty damn calm, in a reclined chair with my legs still and separated. A half hour later, two hours into the movie, I sent the discord three simple words: "Pretty full now" Of course, I might have been full at that point but the bottle sure wasn't. About ten minutes after that message, I even told the server: "If I were completely alone here this empty 1L bottle would be pretty appealing But I'm not" I got a reply in the form of: "That's very unfortunate for all of us." I would guess that it was around this point where I started feeling my body trying to relieve itself, but for one reason or another not being able to. It was, by all means, a fairly enjoyable feeling. I didn't even have to do anything about it, just sit back and feel my cock twitch. And every time it did, I felt like I was close to a leak. That feeling only got stronger as time went on, until after the spoilery-thing happened, when finally each twitch was accompanied by a feeling that I genuinely was going to start peeing very soon - but that never happened, the twitching just more frequent as I imagine my body tried its best to leak but for whatever reason didn't go through with it. Just before the event, I sent a simple message to the server: "Gotta peeeee Movie's at the good part so I ain't leaving unless it's absolutely necessary" The response was: "Yeah, you definitely need to see what happens." Then it was quiet for a few minutes, until shortly after the event. "I saw the thing though so that's nice", I said. And this just happened to be a part with a good deal of running water on screen, so that was followed up with "This part sure ain't helping" And it wasn't long after that when, for as much as I was enjoying the feeling of almost constantly being on the verge of leaking without actually doing it, I realized that one of the three conditions had been fulfilled. "Half hour left", I said. "But I do need to quit, I'm feeling it in my back now And that's bad" So, despite whatever advice that one article on the best times to leave during Endgame would say - I didn't read that because I didn't plan on following its advice anyways, of course - I got up and walked remarkably calmly down to the lobby and headed directly to the bathroom which I had found with basically no issue. I really do wish it were more interesting than that, but I always just get boring holds, so there's really not a whole lot to describe. I did, of course, know how I could make it interesting. "Locked in a stall now to wait just a bit more", I said. Indeed, I'd gone directly to the one stall that wasn't handicap-reserved, undid my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and... just stood there waiting. I knew I could, despite the fact that the hold had become painful and needed to be stopped, but if I'm going to wait past that point I'd greatly prefer it to be somewhere I can immediately deal with the issue whenever I need to. I did take the opportunity to grab a (rather low-quality) bulge photo while I was there. Not long after doing so, I'd moved to sit, disrobed, on the toilet, still holding. I made sure to give my bladder a few of the (obviously) mandatory jabs and whatnot - it was firm, but still had a little give, so I was content to wait just a bit more. "Someone's come in to piss and I still haven't" was the next message I sent to the discord - it was fairly self-explanatory, and I'd decided that I would have my turn after that guy left. I'd like to say the sounds he was making were torture but I really can't - there was enough pressure already that a little sound wouldn't make a difference. So I waited patiently for the room to be empty again, and as soon as it was... I stood up, zipped up, buttoned up, and tied up the belt again. Just for that little extra bit of torment, I walked on out of the stall and to the most-distant urinal, then despite the fact that I absolutely didn't need to I went through that whole process in reverse a second time before I would let myself go. And it was then that I decided that this wouldn't be the end - no, instead I had decided that I would only let out enough pee that the pain would go away. So despite how great it felt and the fact that my right leg was trembling as I stood, I forced myself to stop halfway. My body disagreed, and let out a few last spurts as a protest, but I was solidly in control once again. I must say though, it was a bit of a waste of a perfectly good crystal-clear stream. So, when I got back to the movie, I was still half-full, and I estimated that there would still be a good twenty minutes left- the final battle had already started so I wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but I didn't really care. I didn't even really care that I was sure I would have been able to last to the end if not for the pain ruining the fun. After all, this was only the first part of the game, and though the game hadn't gone according to plan it could still be great fun. There were no further issues until the end of the movie, and to my deep regret in retrospect I did not stay through the credits, awaiting the end-credit scene that I'd already heard didn't exist. If there had been one, I surely would have stayed to see it, and perhaps then I might have been in trouble. But as it was, I left as soon as the credits started to roll and headed off towards where I'd parked - which was unintentionally just about the farthest from the theater I possibly could have been, as I didn't actually know where the thing was until I got there and started wandering around looking for it. Once in the car again, I sent another message to the tiny discord audience I had: "Good movie, good fun, but I'm not quite done yet" "What's up next?" was the response. And two other people also said "yo" but I honestly don't know who they were talking to. "Well, I'm in the car now, I brought stuff with the expectation that I'd get through the whole movie then drive home", I said. "Don't much want that to go to waste" "Gonna see if I can find a quieter place to park here" So I did. I pulled out and drove around the parking garage, eventually ending up onto the roof which was nearly entirely devoid of cars. There was an elevator and a trashcan not far from the ramp to get up to the roof, and of the half-dozen cars that were there, that was where half of them were. I made sure to look around to check for human life - there was none, except for some guy in a car not terribly far away that seemed to be too focused on his own business. "What are you going to do next?" came the question from the discord. I responded with a picture. I'd brought puppy pads as a practical measure - I didn't really have anything better to protect the seats with in case of emergency - but since I'd committed to the game and my plans had changed, I didn't want to waste the perfectly-good opportunity I had. "This is interesting." "The puppy pad promises great things." My entire two-person audience was on board with the concept, anyways. "Can't totally get wet but this underwear is past due for being trashed so", I said. "Best reason ever." was the response. It did take some time to work up to actually making use of them. I decided first to move to the backseat, just because I'd be that tiniest bit harder to see if anyone happened to walk by. Then I carefully laid the pads on the seat - I'd brought two of them and had one just lying on top of the other, as I hadn't tested them beforehand to see if just the one could hold as much as I could. I really should have done that research first, but since I was now using them intentionally, I could keep track of them to make sure nothing happened that I didn't want. Because, at this point, the only thing I wanted to get wet was my shorts, I then had to completely remove my shoes and pants, which got tucked under the seat as far from what I was doing as possible while still being in reach. Then I sat there, leaning forward with my head against the back of the driver's seat, phone in-hand browsing the org at random. Even with the encouragement of org stories, it took some time to relax enough to get things moving. First, there was just a little spurt, but before long that was followed by a little stream. Weak and slow, which while not terribly exciting meant it'd be easier to keep things entirely under control. I kept peeing for a little while, further ruining the shorts that would have been trashed regardless, and carefully monitoring the pads to make sure nothing would get onto the seat or any other article of clothing. I knew I wasn't entirely done when I stopped, but I didn't want to force anything either, so I took a moment to sit around in a puddle of my own making, waiting to see if anything more would happen, and when nothing did, the shorts came off and it and the pads ended up together as some ball of pissy trash - turns out the second pad hadn't been necessary, but that just meant it'd make a perfectly serviceable towel to make sure my ass and legs would be dry enough to redress. The description I gave the little discord audience sums up best what the situation was when I was ready to pull out and head off: "So basically now I'm commando, pad's gone, and I'm only half empty Gonna be fun when I get gome Home" And then for obvious safety reasons I sent no further messages at that point - it was a good half-hour drive if all went well, which meant plenty of time for the situation to deteriorate with no safety net and no room for error. Though, I must admit, it was a rather uneventful drive - though I was certainly not empty I wasn't full either, and the only reason I didn't make it home is because the pain returned while I was essentially on the last stretch of major road before getting home. Technically, that road is a highway, but it basically only runs through commercial areas so it's functionally just a four-lane road. And that was fairly convenient, allowing me to stop at a Wendy's along the road for their bathroom when I decided I didn't want to deal with the pain the rest of the way home. The only particular thing I can up with that may be of interest there is that it took a minute to drain what had been left behind the last two times - I really do have to wonder what the hell "half-empty" means if that's the case after a single damn quart of water and a bit of popcorn. Overall, though, this whole experience... I see this as an absolute win.
  17. WettingFan91

    Male Wet Jeans Masturbation

    Version 1.0.0

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    Warning: Male genitalia exposure towards end. This Video is my very first ever, For anyone who enjoys watching someone pleasure themselves to wetting a pair of jeans. Basically Reciprocating my favorite material, except I prefer seeing a female doing this haha.

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  18. I need to build up my galery and practice if I ever want to do comissions, so this is your oportunity to get some freebies! I do digital : and traditional: so specify what you want in your request! 🚫I don't draw🚫: *scat/messing *gore *mecha ( I am not very good with furries tho) I'll try to do one or two a day but pleade be patient.
  19. Toady567

    Unexpected day off

    I learned yesterday that my boss was giving me the day off because I’d been working hard and helping take care of the business while he had personal business to do. I woke up a half hour ago with an urge to pee. It wasn’t enough to get me out of bed but now it’s starting to build. I’m not in danger of losing control. Thinking of wetting myself gives me butterflies in my stomach. My hands are jittery as I type. I have wet myself for quite a while because I don’t have time or privacy. Right now I have both. I’ve drank 2 glasses of water so far. I also found a pair of jeans that are too small for me that I never wear. They are right on my waist as I could barely button them. Now they are putting pressure on my bladder. About a half an hour has passed since I started the post. I must take a short break and will return in a few.
  20. hal_jordan

    Peed my jjeans

    I really had to pee. Almost didn't get to film! Trim_20190529_190730.mp4
  21. WaterBabyKate

    Austin, we have a problem.

    First of all, I wish this had happened on my flight home from Houston. It would have made for a much better title, but alas, this was on my short hopper flight from Dallas to Austin on Friday evening. I always try to get a window seat, but on this leg, the flight was nearly to capacity when I bought my ticket, leaving me with only the middle seat as an option. The window seat beside me remained vacant after I boarded, and I secretly hoped my seat mate had canceled his or her flight so me and my child-bearin' hips didn't have to be squished beside the poor gentleman on the aisle. As the flight attendant was shutting the overhead compartments, I smiled and remarked to my neighbor, "looks like we got upgraded to the only first class seats in coach," and slid over to the window, leaving the seat empty in the middle. My aisleside seatmate was decidedly unamused by my commentary, flicked his eyes to me and back to the headrest in front of him, and did not so much as crack a smile at my dumb joke. Shrugging, I popped in my headphones and plugged them into the screen in front of me. After a few minutes, a sandy haired, 40-something, solidly built man in a light, warm gray suit came barreling down the aisle, bag in hand, face red from what I assumed was running to make this flight. I silently prayed that I'd get to keep my new seat, but after he and the visibly annoyed flight attendant found a place for his bag in a bin a few spots behind me, he doubled back and gestured at our row. "That's me, sorry," he said as I sheepishly unplugged my headphones and began to scooch. "No, no, I was just stealing your spot thinking it was empty. I'm sorry!" The aisleside gentleman sighed heavily as he unplugged his headphones, rose from his seat and backed into the flight attendant. "Ooh! Folks, let's everyone grab your seats so we can safely clear the cabin." Gray suit apologized again and looked as though he wanted to say something to the attendant, but thought better of it and slid against me into the row. Grumpy Aisleside refused to budge backward an inch to let me make room. Suit and I settled into place, and Grumpy plopped into his seat, swiftly slamming the armrest into place between us with a "thwak." I glanced to my right at Gray, who raised his eyebrows toward Grumpy and met my eyes with a subtle rolling of his own. I stifled a giggle and gave him a quick wink. Our travelmate was clearly feeling very put upon and had no problems making sure everyone around him was aware he was being quite inconvenienced by this whole traveling-with-other-human-beings business. The next half hour had passed somewhat uneventfully save for some turbulence that prevented the drink service from coming through. "Ladies and gentleman, we've got a bit of a patch of rough air ahead of us, so I've decided to suspend the beverage service for this flight so your flight attendants can stay seated safely. I'm keeping the seatbelt lights on for the time being, and we apologize for the inconvenience. If you would, please stay seated as we go ahead and prepare to land in beautiful Austin, Texas. Thank you for flying with us tonight, we'll begin the descent here in a moment." The captain clicked off and I glanced from my in-flight TV out the window to see if I could see the city from our angle. Gray quickly straightened up so I could see through the window. As I watched for the lights of Congress bridge to appear, he bent forward and his head blocked my view again. He sat up within a second and shifted uncomfortably in his seat and I noticed his face grimace a bit. I felt heat rush to my face and wondered- hoped, really- that dear Gray Suit might be holding back a bad urge to pee. I pretended to fiddle with my phone in my lap and hoped my hair hid my face while I strained my eyes as far right as I could without looking too obvious that I was devouring every sign of his predicament. His hands clenched into balls; his left fist kneaded his thigh and his right fist lightly tapped his right knee. He shifted and bent forward again, and settling into place, he began to bounce his right leg in a quick little pattern. I couldn't figure out how to watch these events unfolding without looking completely obvious, and for a few moments I weighed the possibility of being embarrassed caught staring against the idea that this is literally a thing I've been dying to witness in person for *my whole life.* And I was already kicking myself for having missed Gray's signs of distress during the first half hour of the flight. The aircraft pulled a bit and rumbled over a small patch of turbulence. Beside me, Gray inhaled sharply as he lifted off of the seat, ass muscles clenching hard beneath him. His hands made a move for his crotch, but instead of grabbing as I hoped they would, he squeezed his left hand into a fist again, pushing it into his thigh with his right hand. His leg jiggling resumed, and as he slid his hand over his waist, I thought I noticed him push down slightly into his lap. I flicked my eyes toward the window again, leaning forward, pretending to be very interested in the city lights dancing thousands of feet below. We had to be a good 15 minutes from landing still, and he looked positively desperate to be off of this plane. With my eyes gazing disinterestedly out of the window, I could see his pinched face in my periphery. He straightened his leg beneath him and rubbed his thigh, then pulled it back underneath him, shifted a bit, and fanned them in and out a few times. I tried to act nonchalant and fussed with my phone again, while beside me, Gray suddenly gasped, shut his legs together, and grabbed at his knees to push them together more tightly. He leaned forward, his head unexpectedly meeting the screen on his headrest. He tensed himself like this for a moment, completely still until he blew out a puff of air and straightened again, lifting his ass off of the seat and pushing his back into his chair as though he were acting out a casual stretch. Of course, I was unconvinced that he was casually stretching anything except the walls of his poor tortured bladder. As the plane shook and lowered forcefully into the choppy night air, Gray abandoned his casual pose and groaned audibly. He finally glanced toward me, and I hoped in the dim light he couldn't see the blush creep into my face knowing I had been caught noticing his desperation. Still staring at my phone, I composed myself and tried to glance casually toward him, but he was leaned forward, eyes on Grumpy. Gray met my glance and I gave him a small polite smile. I leaned back as though stretching and looked toward Grumpy, who was napping as though spread out on a hotel bed and not sitting at a 90 degree angle on a plane which was was shaking and pitching intermittently on its rough descent into Austin. The plane dropped again, and this time it proved to be more than Gray could control without pushing down into his crotch. He leaned forward again and used his other hand to pull at his suit jacket, attempting fruitlessly to cover the hand jammed firmly against his thigh. He shifted his leg up after his jacket refused to cooperate in the ruse, in an attempt to block me from seeing his childish maneuver. As the plane slowed again and the captain rattled off instructions to the crew, I pretended to look out the window again. Gray's face was a picture of resolve, brow furrowed and covered in a damp sheen, eyes shut, mouth a firm, serious line. I took the opportunity to look directly at his crotch, and as his leg bounced rapidly, his trousers revealed the stiff outline of his dick straining against the moving fabric. I felt a heat grow in my belly and my heart pound in my ears. My head swiveled forward again and my hands absently fiddled with the home screen on my phone. God, if only I could record this without anyone seeing. The plane slowly descended further, when suddenly Gray seemed to remember his jacket again and made a move to try and wiggle himself out of it, using the opportunity to twist one leg over the other in what I assumed was a measure of relief for him. He elbowed my arm in his attempt and quickly apologized. I looked at him and waved it off, but he was not paying the slightest bit of attention to me as he struggled to pull his arm free. I heard him grunt as another wave of urgency must have hit. He winced, gave up back into his jacket quickly and pushed down hard on his dick. He lifted his ass cheek, then changed his mind and bent forward, but neither seemed to work, so he kept his hand pushed down, kneading into his dick as he bit his lip and closed his eyes, this time looking more like he was praying than concentrating. He wet his lips and blew out a puff of air I didn't know he had sucked in. As the plane shook, he grabbed at the headrest in front of him as though to stand up, and the occupant of said chair turned a bit in annoyance. Poor Gray looked absolutely frantic. There was no way he was going to make his way over both myself and my sleeping neighbor, and I knew that he had gotten to the point where he realized that he wasn't going to make it. Not only through the landing, but the unrushed retrieving of the bags, and slow march into the terminal. I also knew he wished he hadn't skipped his opportunity to disturb us and use the lavatory an hour ago, but my guess was that he really thought he'd be able to make the uncomfortable flight through to the end. He sat himself down again, hands still clutching the headrest in front of him, head against the screen. He turned his body toward the window and the ground quickly grew closer. Without enough room to turn and properly cross his legs, he could only change positions in so many fluid motions, his shoulder pushing into me this time without the accompanying apology. The plane landed with a series of hard jolts; even I could feel the pressure on my bladder as we braked, and I didn't even have to pee. He braced his left leg against the metal chair support in front of us and pulled his right leg up toward his chest, hand now unabashedly squeezing his dick through his trousers while the plane braked and wobbled down the runway. He actually whimpered out loud finally, lifting his ass off of the seat and then doubling over, both hands jamming his dick against his left leg while he whispered "fuckfuckfuckFUUUCK." His arms were shaking and he kept his body angled toward the window, but I saw the dark, damp patch on the left side of his crotch when he awkwardly shifted his body to try and lay his arm across his lap to shield it from my view. As the plane slowed to taxi, he finally wrangled his left arm out of his jacket, his right hand unsuccessfully attempting to cover the sizeable wet patch and rock hard cock still straining beneath the wet fabric. He deliberately looked straight ahead and I no longer cared if he noticed me looking his way. He switched his hands over his dick and leaned toward me to try and free his right arm from his jacket. As he did, he inhaled sharply again, pushing down onto his dick and groaning, fully grabbing himself again with both hands. I leaned over to give him room, and as I shifted, felt my own slippery wetness pleasantly warm beneath me. I crossed my legs and felt my swollen clit twitch in full appreciation of this 30 minute spectacle. Gray was clearly losing this battle, and I knew from experience that having to stay seated put more pressure on one's bladder than being able to stand. He simply leaned forward into the seat now, his posture stiff but defeated, one arm still in his jacket, both hands furtively still pushed onto his dick. Seatbelts unclicked around us and he paid no attention, gaze still pointing out the window, back hunched. Grumpy stood up in the aisle, oblivious to the scene which had unfolded beside him, and I stayed stock still, slowly making a chore of wrapping my headphones into a tidy loop. Gray stiffened again, and with eyes closed he lifted his right leg and grimaced. I watched wide eyed as the wetness grew under his hands. After a few seconds he seemed to regain some control again and managed to swiftly slip the rest of his jacket off. He tented his lap loosely, then thought better of the placement and gathered it up again, trying to arrange it as though he had merely draped it casually over his lap instead of covering up the dinner plate sized evidence of his accident. It was, thanks to the drawing up of his left leg and mashing of hands, remarkably similar in shape to the great state of Texas. That was the last time I saw his wet pants. I can only imagine what it looked like where it must have pooled underneath his ass. I got up and moved into the aisle glancing toward him. He refused to look at me. He was, I noticed, still wearing that desperate look, a mix of concentration and distress. That nearly imperceptible bouncing of his leg presisted as I was forced to move down the aisle, so I knew it wasn't nearly over for him. I retrieved my bag and heard him reply to a passenger, "No, you go ahead, my bag is all the way back there. I don't have any connections. Go on ahead, but thanks." It must have been torture for him to let everyone off of the plane before he could go fully relieve himself. In my head, I imagined him sitting there while the last of the passengers unhurredly pulled on sweaters, checked their seat pockets, and made their way down the aisle. Poor Gray, trying to look casual while he struggled with only his muscles to hold back that impending flood, refusing to let one other soul in on his state of agony. I picture his fists balling up as another wave overtakes him, but unwilling to give himself away, he clasps firmly on the armrest and headrest, his swollen, erect cock desperately twitching as he can't hold back a long, unabating stream of hot urine. I imagine his eyes closed, his face turning red as the liquid spreads across his hidden lap, under his tightly clenched ass, maybe making a little river over to the leather seat I had just been occupying. This thought as I walk down the tunnel to the gate sends shivers through me, and my appreciative, soaked clit slides between my ample thighs. I sit at the gate across from mine, disguised in a crowd of waiting travelers, legs crossed, pussy absolutely throbbing for release, hoping to catch a glimpse of Gray making his way out of the plane. After a few minutes he does, wearing dry, khaki trousers, a blue polo shirt, and a nervous look on his face. He glances around, and I know he's hoping I am not around. Maybe he has convinced himself I didn't notice anything at all on the flight. The delicious thought of him thinking his accident was a secret thrills me right over the edge, and I close my eyes and pretend to hum a tune stuck in my head, bouncing my right leg over my left as casually as you'd expect a 36 year old, well-dressed mother of two to do while she waits for her flight, and I ride waves of pleasure as I come hard, humming, smiling, sitting right outside of Gate A11 with poor Gray leaving me and his ordeal behind him.
  22. love2peemyself

    malefemale Back form work

    It was friday and time to go to weekend. I left form my work with a little need to pee, so no problem I can hold it and I will go to the bathroom when I will de back at home. Unfortunately, the traffic gets intense and my need to pee too. Finally I get to the bus destination with a full bladder. I started walking to home, and I felt a little wet sensation into my underwears... I thought had a little leak but nothing visible... I stopped walking to hold it and my bladder hurts! I want to pee urgently but no way to wet my jeans in pulic my home is at about 200 meters far, so if I want to pee my pants, so better I will wait some minutes more, and it will be a more intense experience! I started to walk faster to home, finally I get home... I put my phone camera and went to the shower and let it go in my pants enjoying my bladder liberation... Delicious! I loved it so much I cummed after a while into my pissed jeans. Love2peemyself - Back form work.mp4
  23. Some pics of my full diaper I woke up to this morning
  24. PPP

    Pee Book List

    I'm a very avid reader, and I love it when I come across an omorashi scene in a book. There are a few forum posts about this, so I'm guessing some of you do too. The information on the forums is great, but it could be better organized. That's why I am proud to present, in the vein of the Full Compiled Anime/Manga List Project (this one https://omorashi.org/topic/23841-full-compiled-animemanga-omorashi-scene-database-project/ )... THE PEE BOOK LIST! So here's the link: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1OEsBsyySn_63MRT0hbofWyJNOt9foxvxmbyFtKQT0s8/edit#gid=973794901 And here's how it works. Title, Author and Genre: Pretty self-explanatory. Character: This indicates the age and sex of the character(s) in the omo scene, Man, Woman, Boy, and Girl. For teenage characters, Boy and Girl are used. Tags: These are some indicators of what the scene features, such as desperation, outdoor peeing and fear wetting. Rating: This category is only used for the comic list. It's basically the same one as the Pee Movie List, with ratings of Explicit, Stream, Wetness, Tame and implied. (No Audio rating; not sure how that would work in a comic.) Link: A link to the book for your reading pleasure. Nine times out of ten it's a Google Book preview which will take you right to the scene in question. I currently have all the books listed in this thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/29379-the-return-of-book-omorashi-scenes/ , plus some of my own, and I'll add the ones from the older longer thread in the near future. If you find a new scene you can post it here (the list isn't open to editing) or at the link above and I'll add it to the list. Let me know what you think. Enjoy!
  25. Ive been in love with this fetish my whole life and just wanted to share a few pics of myself. Hope its ok to do that here. Anyhoo, enjoy;-)