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  1. omo-mad

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    From the album: Omo-mad's artworks (2020)

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  2. View File Holding in a Pull Up. So I'd started the day really needing to pee and I decided I'd do something I'd never done before. Hold it as long as I could while going about my day. But I'd wear a pull up just in case, and hope would could notice it. I walked the dogs on the greenway, soooo crowded this morning with corona restrictions being lifted here. Then did some insanity which is where the fun begins. So like even if I'd already peed insanity always makes me need to go because I drink a preworkout with way too much caffeine in it beforehand, and two bottles of amino acid water during, not to mention I was fit to burst the whole time with all the damn jumps. I stayed in the pull up and it was getting kinda soggy from sweat lol, but no leaks yet. The dog park was the true test man I really hope pull ups aren't visible through sports shorts! It was a pretty fun visit, my first time back since Covid closed the parks! My husky Akira and giant schnauzer Gracie loved it! I was positively bursting by the time I left though, and leaked a couple times on the drive back home! It was all I could do to make it to the shower for this bouncy video, hope you enjoy Submitter DarthBane93 Submitted 05/02/2020 Category Male  
  3. A/N: Hello, omo-minded people! I'm starting to write a NaruMitsu story about paruresis. Thrilling stuff, I know. It's probably mostly for me, what with the potential for examining psychology AND the omo aspect. Yep. Posted on AO3 as well, as per usual. Please let me know what you think, and, particularly, if you'd be interested in where this is going! Here, have a warning that's almost entirely equal-but-opposite to the warning I give on AO3: WARNING: The first chapter contains pretty much no omorashi. Just the suggestion of it. Chapter 1: The Problem Phoenix didn’t mind the movement, at first. He enjoyed it, actually. It was soothing. A kind of soft, repetitive rocking that accompanied his surroundings perfectly. He lay on some kind of pier jutting out into an expansive ocean, surrounded by the warmth and light of a blazingly red sunset, gazing out into the sparkling water. His head was slowly swaying along to the tune of some spritely, far-off song, and he was wonderfully content. But the motion didn’t remain gentle. As Phoenix bathed happily in the glow and the music, what was once rocking transfigured incrementally into something altogether more insistent: A shuddering, first, then an all-out shaking that jarred his head and his entire upper body. An earthquake? “An earthquake?!” Phoenix gasped, and sat up abruptly. The shaking didn’t stop even as he lifted himself up on his arms, and looked into the face of the man sitting beside him: Miles Edgeworth, looking pale and drawn even in the crimson light of a looping DVD menu, arms crossed and finger tapping and gaze fixed somewhere against the opposite wall. “Miles... are you okay? Do you need me to—?” “Phoenix.” “What?!” He touched a hand instinctively to Miles’ shoulder. “Are you okay?” “There’s no earthquake.” “Wha—?” The shaking had stopped as soon as he’d spoken, and Phoenix looked around at last: He’d been leaning on Miles’ right leg—dozing there, actually—and found himself still propped up on it with a hand pressed into his thigh. “Oh. Heh. Yeah.” His ears prickled a bit as he pushed himself away and back into his own cushion on the sofa, and the night’s events began to filter back to him: Dinner together. A glass or two of Lambrusco. The decision to take in a movie before parting for the evening, and the slight blurring at the edge of his vision as a huge silhouette stomped towards a screaming cityscape…. “Sorry about that,” Phoenix said, grazing sheepish fingers against the nape of his neck. “I guess Moozilla III didn’t really grab me the way I thought it would. I mean, I’m sure John Marsh is still great and all, but... what did you think?” “Yes.” Now, Phoenix was used to a certain level of terseness. One had to be, when dealing with L.A.’s finest Chief Prosecutor. It was always a toss-up with him: No matter what the subject—unless it related directly to the law or the Steel Samurai franchise—Phoenix could never be sure if he should prepare himself for an hour-long speech or a single word. But he could generally rely on having his questions answered with some amount of relevance, no matter how curt the response. “‘Yes’... what?” Phoenix prompted. The DVD’s menu music played through another half-loop or so before he was granted another non sequitur of a reply. “Well, it’s evident that you’re awake.” Miles still hadn’t managed to turn to look at Phoenix, though his leg had taken up its bouncing again. “Oh? What tipped you off?” Phoenix resisted probing further or adding a biting remark to the question. It was too late, and he was too groggy. So groggy, in fact, that the warm presence by his side and the low music from the DVD threatened to lull him back to a comfortable sleep curled into the sofa. Only a particular baritone voice could possibly have roused him from his slow slide into slumber. And it did. “It’s about time you left, don’t you think?” Phoenix instantly regretted the noble decision to keep from scoring off his boyfriend, a man who clearly deserved to be scored off of. A hundred times or more. Peeling open his tired eyes, Phoenix fixed Miles with a wide, doe-ish gaze that the man still couldn’t be bothered to meet. “But Miiilees,” he whined. Phoenix normally preferred to reserve whining for truly dire situations—or at least after he’d presented some salient point in his defense— but this situation was rapidly approaching direness. Sleep tugged at his eyelids more insistently by the moment. He tugged insistently at Miles’ burgundy shirtsleeve. “It’s so late....” “It’s just after midnight,” Miles supplied brusquely. Phoenix groaned. “Right! Like I said....” His arms—of their own accord, naturally; he would never have consciously resorted to this kind of coercion—reached out and wrapped themselves around the slightly shaky shoulders beside him. “So late. Don’t you think I could stay over? Just for tonight? You don’t want to have to drive me back at this hour, do you?” At last, some evidence of life flickered behind Miles’ glasses. He didn’t look at Phoenix, precisely, but he turned his eyes in his direction, and he didn’t offer up a throwaway response. After a few moments of apparent debate on his part and surreptitious snuggling on Phoenix’s, he spoke again. “I’m afraid it’s not possible,” he said, with a note of finality that made Phoenix sigh and loosen his limpet-like grasp. “There’s much I have to be doing tomorrow. I must be reviewing some things prior to the morning trials... and I don’t want the trouble of working out your morning schedule as well as my own.” “I could just leave when you do.” Miles raised an incredulous eyebrow. “At six A.M.? Perhaps earlier?” “Ugh. Never mind. But... well....” Phoenix wracked his weary brain for another solution. “Couldn’t I just leave later? Or don’t you think I could manage leaving your precious stuff alone and locking the door behind me?” “It’s... not that... but....” Just like that, Miles’ head turned obstinately back towards the television. The arms were still crossed, the leg was still restless, and the finger was still rapping silently on the bicep. All of this combined with a notable silence proved one thing: This was a Miles Edgeworth in an advanced state of distress. But why? “Hey, come on, Miles. It’s really no big deal. I’ll just sleep on the couch. I was kind of headed that way before your leg woke me up, anyway,” Phoenix laughed. “I promise I won’t invade your personal space anymore. Guess I’ve done that enough tonight, haven’t I?” “Mmm.” Phoenix sat up a little straighter and leaned over to look into Miles’ face. He refused to meet his eyes again. With another sigh, Phoenix stood, turned on the lights, turned off the DVD player and the TV, and turned back around to face his boyfriend. No change at all. “Okay,” he began, with about as much frustration as he could shove into two syllables, “what is it? What’s wrong? Did I do something? I already said I’m sorry for falling asleep on you.” Miles hastened to reply. “N-no! No... you didn’t do anything,” he countered, yet, unbelievably, he still didn’t look into Phoenix’s face. “If you’re really not mad at me, why do I have to go? It’s late, we’re both tired, and I already told you I’d take the couch.” This time, complete silence was his answer; he didn’t even have the maddening menu music to accompany him anymore. Not to be daunted, Phoenix let out an exasperated noise and took to his knees to force himself into Miles’ line of sight. The man blinked as if astounded, gazing brightly behind pristine polycarbonate lenses. Then he turned away again. “Miles!” What an absolute ass he could be! Phoenix would have liked to have moved a bit closer, maybe pulled his boyfriend’s fantastic face back towards him, but he couldn’t. Touching him seemed to have been what got Phoenix into this mess in the first place, after all. “Come on... I know something’s bothering you. If it’s not me, what is it?” “It’s really nothing,” Miles insisted, off into the space that Phoenix had left on the couch. Moving to cross one of his impossibly long legs over the other, he nearly clipped Phoenix on the nose. “I’m not... ‘bothered’... I just want you to go. That’s all.” Although he hadn’t brought any magatamas with him—he’d found that they were really better kept out of his personal life—Phoenix could swear that he heard the lock and chain wrap themselves around Miles’ words. “‘That’s all’? C’mon, I thought we’d left that kind of thing behind us a long time ago,” Phoenix groused. He softened his tone as he went on, however. “Haven’t we talked about this? ‘Communication’ and all? No more hiding behind vagueness and dismissals?” He shifted his hips so he could sit on the floor; the position left him closer to his boyfriend’s knee than his face. “Something is bothering you. You can, and you should, tell me about it. Aren’t we—what’s the word you like so much?—‘partners?’” Miles had put his hand over his mouth; the gesture inadvertently revealed just how red his face had become during Phoenix’s little lecture. At last, after far too many low clicks of the mantel clock, he turned his head back around to face Phoenix. His eyes were weighted on the floor now, but at least he appeared to be talking to him. “It’s... embarrassing,” he intoned quietly. Phoenix made a dismissive gesture. “Don’t even worry about it.” “You’ll laugh.” “I won’t! When have I ever laughed at you? Well, when you were really down, anyway.” Another long pause—longer than the first—reigned before Miles seemed to reach a point of decision and words came pouring from his mouth. “I can’t... use... the facilities when I have company,” he said, quickly and tremulously. “Not when anyone else is around. I can’t. So I need you to leave. Now, if you could. It's been... some time... and I would very much like for you to go.” As Miles pulled off his glasses and buried his face in one of his hands, Phoenix had to stop to consider the insanity his partner had just proposed to him. He’d been prepared for a lot of the things he’d imagined. Hell, he’d wanted some of the things he’d imagined (mostly the scenarios involving a Miles who broke down and finally admitted that he lusted for Phoenix just as much as Phoenix lusted for him.) But this? This was just... strange. “Umm, Miles,” Phoenix began, gingerly, “I don’t have to ‘leave’ for that.” Miles said nothing, only pressed his hand harder against his flaming face, so Phoenix continued: “I’m not going to follow you into the bathroom. Just turn on the tap or something if you’re so worried.” “Th-that’s—! It doesn’t...work that way,” Miles said, and stood abruptly, and took to pacing the small space between Phoenix, the coffee table, and the couch. Phoenix stood in reply, and furrowed his brow at his boyfriend’s absolutely unnecessary display of consternation. “Look, this is me we’re talking about. Just me. Alone with you. I’ll do whatever you want—wait in the kitchen, in the hall, whatever—just don’t make me leave.” At last, Phoenix stepped forward and touched his companion on the shoulder; Miles stopped short and jumped about a foot. “Please.” Miles proceeded to look at Phoenix, then back at the sofa, then back to the floor at Phoenix’s feet. Phoenix watched him closely. Just as he suspected, his boyfriend closed his eyes, and a finger came to rest on his temple, the sure sign that Miles was racing through a list of logical possibilities in his head. His brain had to have been running at about a hundred miles per hour—and for what? Divining the same procedure any three-year-old would’ve gladly enlightened him on? “No. I’d really rather not discuss this any further,” Miles nearly whispered. He’d begun rocking his whole body backwards and forwards, from his toes to his heels; it might’ve been cute if everything else Miles did that night hadn’t been so damned infuriating. “I just... can’t. That’s all there is to it.” “What are you saying? Miles,” Phoenix returned with the barest of chuckles, “I mean, you must be able to—how would you spend the whole day away at work and court if you ‘couldn’t’? How would you take all those trips abroad? It just doesn’t make any sense.” That seemed to have done it. Phoenix would never be sure if it had been the words themselves or the little laugh that accompanied them, but something in what he said sparked the sort of righteous fury in Miles that he never really liked to see. Not as his opposing counsel, and certainly not as his boyfriend. All of a sudden Phoenix was being rounded upon by a seething, red-and-white-faced man with a furrowed brow and a hissing voice. “It doesn’t, does it? Well, I hope that this makes sense enough for you.” As he spoke, Miles fumbled for his wallet, extracted a few bills, and pressed them into Phoenix’s hands. “Your ride home. Good-bye, Phoenix.” Thankfully, it was warm enough that he hadn’t needed a jacket, and he’d left his shoes in the hallway—otherwise it would have been a bit of an inconvenience for Phoenix to find himself pushed bodily from Miles’ apartment and left by himself outside the door. As it was, he was simply discombobulated and a little hurt. “I said I’d wait out here! You don’t have to—” The lock clicked insultingly behind him. “Fine! Do whatever you want, I guess!” He’d wanted to throw out some bitingly cynical observation about the stupidity of this fight. It would’ve served Miles right. But he ended up being much too distracted by the bills he’d had thrust upon him instead. “Wow,” Phoenix muttered to himself. Eighty dollars?! He would’ve whistled, but such feats were beyond him. It seemed that Miles really had gone insane, or he was just so disillusioned by his own wealth that he had no idea what anything cost anymore. It was difficult to tell. With nothing more to do and no more to say that didn’t sound all wrong in his head, Phoenix made his way to the complex’s elevator. It—what was “bothering” Miles, his so-called “inability”—really didn’t make a bit of sense, but Phoenix wasn’t going to find the logic in it that night. He’d been too tired for mysteries for hours, and, besides, he didn’t know if he’d have been able to work it out even at the height of his mental abilities. In the end, he had to settle for calling a cab and unwillingly wondering things he’d never imagined he’d have to wonder about his boyfriend’s bathroom habits as he waited at the curb.
  4. I’m someone who doesn’t wear diapers as often as I’d like to. Not because I can’t (I live alone), but because I prefer to wear with others. So when my diaper friend who travels constantly hit me up saying that she’s in town for a couple days, I jumped at the chance to hangout. We decided to have a classic sleepover with movies, popcorn, and pjs... not to mention diapers. Typically, I supply us with diapers as she’s too nervous keeping a stash in her apartment with her roommate around. But this time, she said she picked up a pack since her roommate was gone for the weekend. Works for me! I arrived later that evening and we immediately headed to get changed, as we usually do. She pulled out the pack of diapers she purchased... and I see that it’s Target-brand pull-ups. My reaction was “Oh...” I had never tried these diapers before, but my one and only experience with off-brands was... not what you’d want out of a diaper experience. I didn’t want to insult her though, considering that she seldom gets the courage to buy some on her own, and was supplying me with them for free. I changed my tune to hide my disappointment and slipped one on. Now Goodnites are my favorite diaper for a variety of reasons, so that’s what I naturally compared this diaper to. It was similar, but did feel noticeably “cheaper”. The size was a tad smaller, so it was definitely tighter on me. The feeling was not as soft either, and overall felt more stiff while somehow also feeling thinner than Goodnites. Still, being in a diaper after a long hiatus felt great, so I wanted to make the best of it. We watched a movie, played a couple games, but then got ready for bed. We realized that neither of us had wet our diapers even once yet, so we agreed to do it before going to sleep. She went first and swelled her’s up quite a bit. Before I could even start, she ran off to go get changed as she does not like staying in wet diapers (polar opposite of me). As she changed in the other room, I started my descent into soakville. I let it flow and felt the pull-up swell up quickly... a bit too quickly. It felt like it was about to leak, but the gates held. I could tell that it didn’t absorb as fast as Goodnites and had to sit there for a minute before moving to allow the pee to completely settle. As I sat in a somewhat-awkward position on the bed, my friend returns and immediately says “Wow, you’re soaked!” I agree, although this was what I’d consider a “medium” wetting and I’ve definitely soaked pull-up diapers more than this. I tell her that I’m a bit disappointed I don’t get to enjoy it as it’s now time for bed, and she suggests “Why don’t you just sleep in it?” I’ve never slept in a wet diaper before, even once. It just doesn’t sound comfortable to me- waking up cold and wet and with a possible rash. But, not wanting to waste a freshly-soaked diaper, I shrug and say “Sure”. Off to bed I go, tucking myself under the covers and laying in a puffy, quickly-becoming-room-temperature wet pull-up. I wake up in the morning and immediately check the sheets. No leaks- impressive. I then shift myself around to try and get a feel for the wet diaper I slept in. It’s clammy and cool, but not as bad as I thought. My bladder is now surprisingly full, considering I just went right before bed. I go wake up my friend to ask for a fresh diaper... but then I think: I’ve never had the opportunity to wet a soaked diaper with a huge “morning pee” before. I tell her my idea and she’s into it- as long as I stand in her bathtub to avoiding leaking pee everywhere. I agree and we head to the bathroom. Standing in the tub, I feel pretty weird posed like an action figure in a soaked diaper with her watching me. We’ve seen each other wet diapers dozens of times, but this feels more like I’m putting on a show. After a bit of concentrating and burying my self-consciousness, I begin to empty my bladder. Right away, I feel my puffy diaper swell even further. It’s strange, yet nice, feeling the squishy pull-up absorb even more liquid. There’s so much pee coming out of me that I’m just waiting for the warm feeling to run down my legs. But... it doesn’t. The pull-up continues to swell more and more, catching every drop. Finally, I’m finished, and I can feel a pool of pee in the pull-up struggling to absorb. I stand there not moving- again attempting to let the pee settle. My friend laughs and says she can’t believe I didn’t get a single drop in the tub. I look down and see a massive bulge from the soaked pull-up that somehow managed to contain the pee. I finally decide to step out of the tub and feel the heavy, squishy brick between my legs. I waddle back to the bedroom, somehow *still* not losing any pee at all. We examine the pull-up for a while, complimenting it’s amazing “build quality”, and then I finally get cleaned up and changed. I have no idea if that was a fluke, or if those Target pull-ups really are that strong. All I know is that I was *very* impressed and had a great time soaking a pull-up to what should have been beyond capacity. I only wish I would’ve took some pictures before I got rid of it. Next time!
  5. How long do you stay wet? Or when do you decide to finally change after wetting? For myself I don't mind being in slightly wet pants/ underwear. But once I pee I like to go ahead and change.
  6. View File Diaper Sex with Megan I stumbled across this couple many years ago and loved their few videos that they had. I saved my favorites. Unfortunately one day they disappeared from the internet and all their content was removed. I haven’t seen it anywhere else online since. Since these videos are (in my opinion) some of the very few quality diaper-sex videos with genuine DL’s, I wanted to preserve them and share them here. The 3 videos are: Diaper Sex From Behind Forced Orgasm in Diaper Diaper Hump Contains some nudity and sex of course. Submitter monkeyfeet789 Submitted 05/04/2020 Category Female  
  7. Quivering Quinton Quinton’s phone beeped with yet another text message. With his laptop open at his small office desk he smiled as he saw a photo sent from his eldest daughter. Her shoes had finally arrived, thank goodness, and just in time too. Tonight she was heading out with her friends and sister to a local club as part of a long weekend celebrating her 21st. Boy that made Quinton feel suddenly old as he looked at the excitement on his daughters face and reminisced back to when she was a toddler being that excited when he came home from work. His first daughter, his treasure, his little darling. He finished his coffee and texted her back saying he was delighted and couldn’t wait to see them on and he’d see her around 6 as usual. He then typed in another postcode searching all the local house prices and bringing up details of said properties and as much other facts as he could. Jotting it all down in his notebook he did the same for another two postcodes before grabbing his suit jacket, anorak and work bag and heading to his car. It was good to be busy again and at the rate his daughter’s were asking for things these days he needed every penny he could earn. The first property was straightforward: a well maintained, tastefully decorated and outwardly strong house in a stable neighbourhood with sought after schools. The owners were pleased to see him and gave proof of recent new windows having been fitted and a new bathroom suit. Quinton took a photo of the paperwork on his tablet and typed in the details too. Other than a few loose tiles on the roof and some loft insulation which could be better it was an average visit, made slightly longer by chatty older owners but worth it for the lovely mug of tea he had gladly received. The second property also had an owner present but this time a younger, more pushy man, a very typical buy to let purchaser anxious that Quinton assessed the property at as high a value as possible. Three times Quinton stressed that he wasn’t an estate agent but an independent surveyor and that his valuation would be based on much more than the colour of the bathroom tiles! It was a stressful hour as the owner hovered over Quinton’s every move asking questions about why he was taking photos of things like the electric cupboard and outside pipes. Whilst Quinton knew exactly where in every property to look for all the minute details he needed it was clear this property was one of thousands he had seen before by developers keen to make a house look good on first appearance but with expensive and more important things like pipe work and electrics often ignored. Quinton was glad to get back into the safety of his car as he placed his bag on the passenger seat and started the engine. He was taken a back slightly to see the clock on the dashboard read 4:45 and he checked his watch to confirm. It was also then that he realised for the first time that he could do with a visit to the gents sometimes soon. He toyed with the idea of popping into the local supermarket on his way to his final property but decided he would head to the last one and go back at home as usual. He never used the toilet in any of the houses he visited, it wasn’t at all professional, and instead he would go in the office or back home at the end of his working day. Of course he had needed to go many times, almost daily in fact, but it had never really been a great issue, with a few notable exclusions, and his bladder had grown strong over the years. His wife and daughters were very used to his rushing in and right up the stairs on arrival and with just one bathroom in their small terraced house they pretty much always made sure it was feee for him, thankfully. Quinton typed his final postcode into his sat nav. He didn’t drive to this area as often and his research had already told him it wasn’t the best of areas. He also wasn’t expecting anyone to be at this property, especially in its current condition. It was owned by the bank and he had been warned that he may want to have a torch with him, something which Quinton always kept in his car anyway. By the time Quinton arrived in the street he was regretting his earlier tea with the older couple. He walked down the path to the run down house noting immediately the overgrown unkept garden and broken glass on the front door. Turning the key the dust and smell was almost overpowering by Quinton pushed through regardless. As predicted the lights were off and despite it being daylight still the house was damp, dark and almost derelict. Quinton took plenty photos as he walked through the front room into the narrow gallery kitchen. He used his torch to check every cupboard as he rhythmically moved from foot to foot. Routinely he turned the kitchen tap to record if the property had running water, not for a moment expecting the water to still be connected. As he did so the tap rumbled at first with trapped air before a sudden burst of water shot fast from the tap into the dirty sink causing Quinton to suddenly pinch his little man as the water reminded his body instantly of his full bladder. Quinton groaned before turning the tap off, the still dripping tap making him cross his legs. ‘Thank the Lord there’s no-one here! Sheesh I need the loo after that!’ Trying to complete the survey as quickly, but thoroughly, as possible Quinton left the kitchen, opening an under stair cupboard and checking electric wires, gas fittings and photographing everything before heading upstairs cautiously. The doors upstairs were all closed and Quinton tentatively pushed the first one open which was, as expected, the bathroom. ‘Wow! You’d need to be mega desperate to use that place!’ he exclaimed as he took more photos. Not prepared to be caught out with the water a second time he didn’t bother turning the taps but as he turned to walk out the room he was taken aback at a strong urge to urinate despite the condition of the room. ‘Why does seeing a toilet always make you need it 100 times more? Oh boy I can’t wait to get home. The sooner the better. Jeez I need a slash!’ The two bedrooms were as expected and Quinton headed back downstairs to assess the outside. Whilst the house hadn’t been warm in any way the sudden change in temperature as Quinton locked the front door send another wave of need from his bladder to his penis. He squeezed his thighs and headed to the back garden as quick as he could. The back garden was like a jungle and for a second Quinton actually contemplated opening his fly and peeing in the long grass. He never would of course, being the upright citizen that he was, but just the thought seemed to send more urine into his already full bladder. The walls had bricks out of alignment, the chimney was dangerous, another window was cracked and the roof had tiles hanging loose. Quinton noted everything on his tablet then headed straight to his car. Sitting in the drivers seat he gave his member another squeeze. The sat nav suggested twenty three minutes to home and Quinton dearly hoped it would be quicker. ‘This is a lesson on not accepting tea when you already had coffee at lunch Quinton’ he muttered to himself as he started the engine and set off. Every red light made Quinton squirm and moan as he rubbed and squeezed to help himself hold on. ‘You can do this!’ He encouraged himself time and time again. Finally he was in his home town, which somehow only served to make him want to pee even more so! ‘Gotta wait til home. You can do this. Just keep holding!’ Quinton reversed parked across from his home in the only space available before grabbing his bag and laptop and walking very quickly up his gate and into the house. He threw his stuff at the bottom of the stairs, holding his crotch tightly and took the stairs two at a time as he raced to the bathroom. He grabbed the handle with his free hand and pulled it down, but it didn’t open. He danced and knocked. ‘Who’s in? Are you almost finished?’ No answer. Still holding himself Quinton went next door to his bedroom where he bent forward, undid his trouser hook and held his penis so tight he thought he would break it. ‘Heavens above I NEED to pee!’ Meanwhile his wife, Sally had heard the door and, noticing Quinton’s bags, realised he was home. She shouted up to check anyway. ‘You home darling? Everything ok?’ Quinton squirmed as he still had one hand tight over his crotch as he walked to the landing and called down. ‘Yeah just me honey! Is Becky in the loo or is it Casandra? I’m bursting to get in. She knows I always need it at this time.’ ‘Yeah Becky...she’s just having a quick shower to get ready for tonight. I’m sure she’ll be quick. I take it you don’t want a coffee just yet?’ ‘Oh Lord not right now honey. I gotta use the loo first, honestly.. I’ll just wait up here and then I’ll come down for one if that’s ok. Oh she better be quick I’m so desperate here’ Quinton didn’t care that his wife was looking up watching as he danced with his trousers open and his hand grasping his penis over his boxers. He just had to get into the toilet so urgently. He knocked the door again... ‘Becky you nearly finished darling?’ ‘I’ll not be long dad. Nearly finished!’ Quinton walked to his room, pulled his trousers to his knees and sat on his bed clutching himself and rocking. Beneath his boxers he could feel his penis doing something, and terrified he was leaking, he stood quickly and pulled down his boxers to his knees so he could access his penis and testicles more in the privacy of his bedroom before immediately sitting and rocking and squeezing again. Oh how he ached right now for release. He shook, rocked and kneaded himself as he moaned. ‘Oh Becky hurry up. Hurry up. I need the bathroom so badly. I really do. Your daddy has to go sweetie. Hurry up baby. Daddy is so bursting. Daddy is so desperate. Oh Becky daddy is nearly having a huge accident here. Oh Becky hurry up. Daddy needs a slash my darling. Oh do hurry sweet pea. Daddy needs in so so urgently you know. Oh please don’t keep your daddy waiting. Oh my beautiful daddy just needs into that toilet so so badly. Don’t let daddy embarrass himself. Of course Becky heard none of it but Quinton’s wife did as she crept up the stairs, entranced by her husband’s desperation. She watched from a distance as Quinton’s reflection could be seen clearly in the full length mirrored wardrobe as her nipples hardened and her vagina swelled and moistened. Then something happened that neither Quinton nor his wife expected. Quinton felt something unusual. Similar to going hard but quite different too. He took his hands away from his crotch as his penis grew a little and quivered jerking up and down of its own accord. Quinton watched on shaking, his hands leaning on the bed behind him as his body fought to the end. Four quivers, five quivers, then on the sixth quiver as his half erect penis surged forwards up a huge squirt shot out hitting the wardrobe. Quinton’s wife raced in having grabbed a towel from the linen cupboard as she surrounded Quinton’s crotch as his quivering penis rose and moved as urine shot out again and again in larger and larger spurts, finally relaxing and pouring out fast and furious as his wife struggled to catch it in the bath towel. Quinton breathed, relaxed and rested his head back as his arms and hands held him up behind him leaning on the bed. ‘Oh honey, that’s Becky just coming out now. What a shame you couldn’t wait just a few seconds longer eh’ ‘I’ll....I’ll get changed and bring the laundry down. I’ll put it all on don’t worry. Oh and I could really go that coffee now if you are still offering?’ ‘Absolutely. Oh and Becky wants to show you those new shoes of hers too.’ ‘Yes! Of course. Just give me five minutes and I’ll be done ok. Oh and thanks for that! I owe you beautiful. Lord was I so desperate for that!’ ‘That was a huge amount of piss Quinton. I’ve never seen your body like that before. It was very sexy actually.’ ‘Really?’
  8. 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.
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  12. Haven't done this in a while. Due to covid-19 the beaches are off limits, and the thing I like most is wetting my shorts at the beach. So while I wait for Coronavirus to disappear, why not have some fun? I wore my blue swim trunks and did what I always do when I'm at the beach. (Sure, it's more thrilling to do on the beach with lots of people around, but I still enjoyed it :)
  13. View File Rachel Kirwin inspired bedwettings Thought of you @rachelkirwan when I made these, enjoy Submitter DarthBane93 Submitted 04/29/2020 Category Male  
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    So I'd started the day really needing to pee and I decided I'd do something I'd never done before. Hold it as long as I could while going about my day. But I'd wear a pull up just in case, and hope would could notice it. I walked the dogs on the greenway, soooo crowded this morning with corona restrictions being lifted here. Then did some insanity which is where the fun begins. So like even if I'd already peed insanity always makes me need to go because I drink a preworkout with way too much caffeine in it beforehand, and two bottles of amino acid water during, not to mention I was fit to burst the whole time with all the damn jumps. I stayed in the pull up and it was getting kinda soggy from sweat lol, but no leaks yet. The dog park was the true test man I really hope pull ups aren't visible through sports shorts! It was a pretty fun visit, my first time back since Covid closed the parks! My husky Akira and giant schnauzer Gracie loved it! I was positively bursting by the time I left though, and leaked a couple times on the drive back home! It was all I could do to make it to the shower for this bouncy video, hope you enjoy

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  16. I would like to share my first time turkey hunting! WARNING: I hunt to live and live to hunt, I eat whatever I hunt or fish. I am a meat eater not a trophy hunter. that being said! Let’s get on with it! So this year was my first turkey hunt. I won’t bore you with details because it was uneventful, hunting wise, and I doubt all of you want to heat that. I am a 26 year old male with slim build 5’ 11” height. My cock is right around 7” inches. I have a road trip bladder meaning I can hold it for a long time! This day I was wearing camo boxers, blue jeans, camo tshirt, Carhart coveralls, camo jacket, and hiking boots. I had left my city for a public land hunting area not too far out of the metropolitan area. I was brew 4 shots of espresso and a Kcup of coffee, and grabbed a 711 large cup of coffee before leaving town. I arrived at the hunting area before sunrise, finished the 711 coffee and hiked out to my spot. 4 hours later I had come to the conclusion that the winter storm the previous day meant 0 turkeys for this inexperienced turkey hunter. I stood up to take a look around realizing I had 2 cups of coffee in me and several miles of public land to myself, I decided why bother undressing several layers to pee? Now this is my first publicish wetting all other experiences before or since have been in private.l, it took a while to relax enough to let anything out...but when the first little fame trickling out. I tended up and quit, nervous of being caught. But I still had to piss! I’d sit back down and try calling for turkeys a little bit and then my bladder would ping. I’d immediately stand up and leak what I could before paranoia made me stop. 4 hours later around 1pm I wasn’t stopping because of nervousness or paranoia. I just didn’t want to be obvious in case another hunter or worse game warden wanted to conversate on my way out. I look down and my coveralls are wet in the crotch....fuck not incognito anymore. I leak once more before giving up and heading to my car. I pack everything away and fill out my check out paper work when....a final ping hits my bladdeer. I look around and say fuck it I have an hour until home! I remove my coveralls and piss the remainder of my bladder into my jeans and drive home. Horny. Exhilarated. And ready to enjoy myself more on solo outdoor adventures! Omg was that thrilling!!
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  18. It took awhile, but yesterday was the first time that I explicitly wet myself in front of someone. It still feels surreal! I met a friend who I haven't seen for awhile yesterday for some food and drinks. We were supposed to meet at 7 PM but she ended up being a bit late. She was dragged into a going away party for a colleague, and she herself had a buzz. I was waiting for her outside the bar on this chilly night. I was adequately dressed, but the cold eventually started getting to me. I already used the restroom before I left from the large coffee and large coke I had earlier in the day, so my bladder was already accustomed to its weakened state. When she was about five minutes away, I went inside and got a table and ordered a beer. She met me after, and immediately told me that she needed to pee. I gave her a smile and off she went. When she came back, we ordered some food and just talked and catch up on things. During this time, she ordered a margarita which, she coerced me to drink half of it. She herself was already four drinks in before she even met me, and wanted me to play catchup. Knowing how light of a drunk I am, I knew it wasn't going to be long before I become all delirious. I was already feeling buzzed fromt he one beer I drank earlier! It was about 8:30 when we ordered our last drink--I ordered a Jack and coke, and she ordered a Jameson. Again, she insisted that I help her drink half of hers. At this point, we're both pretty buzzed. We're slurring our words and everything, but still had a good time. Because she still needed to work the next day, she said as soon as we were done with our drinks, we would go to the restroom, and then go. Knowing myself, I delayed it as much as I can. I love being buzzed and drunk, but not to the point where I start puking. I kept refusing, but she was insistent. I finally told her that if I drank hers, we should just head back without using the restroom. She said yes, and with that, I drank--only to find out that she lied and told me she was going to go to the restroom anway! In my drunken state, I couldn't even be mad at her. At this point, I had drank one and a half beers, a soup (from dinner), a Jack and coke, some water, and her margarita and Jameson. Perhaps it was the position I was sitting in, but I didn't have to go pee. As we exited the bar, I slowed down quite a bit, telling her that I was going to puke. She jestfully made fun of me, saying how weak I was in terms of drinking. I really did feel like puking, so I just stopped and tried to regain my composure. I guess I must've gotten up too quick from sitting. We very slowly started walking back to her place, as I parked my car near her house. She noticed that I was shaking and felt my hand. She asked why was I so cold. I knew I was shaking a little bit, but I didn't really feel cold. She stopped by a Walgreens to get me some electrolytes, while I was standing around like a zombie, propping myself next to a wall. About halfway back to her place, I peed a little bit--I felt a spurt of warmness splash onto my knee as we were walking. I didn't even realize it--it's like I had no control of it. Of course, I restrained myself from doing any more damage and even grabbed my crotch a few times as we were walking. If my friend noticed it, she didn't say anything. She was starting to sober up, but I was still buzzing. As she and I kept walking and talking, I started to lose control--I couldn't stop peeing in spurts. I stopped a few times and put my head down to regain my composure. It was dark, so my friend probably just thought I needed a short break--unknowingly to her I was trying to clench my bladder from continually leaking. It's about 10:20 PM as I'm about to reach my car. She's trying to locate my car for me as I walk past a restroom. I walk to it, but she tells me it's closed. She suggests for me to go in the bush and she'll turn around, but I told her that I wasn't risking it--public urination could net someone as a sexual offender in my state, as genitalia is exposed to public. By this time, my jeans were clearly wet. Even tho they were white, it was dark outside. By the time I found my truck, I opened the tailgate and sat down. She was telling me to drink more electrolytes and made sure I'm okay. I tell her to sit with me for a few seconds to make sure I'm good. In addition to still being buzzed, I'm a lot more tired now. I lay down on the flatbed while she's still talking to me. As I'm trying my best not to sleep, I start peeing--uncontrollably. As I feel the pee start soaking my butt, I'm thinking to myself "oh shit. I'm actually pissing myself. I don't know what her reaction is going to be. I hope she doesn't find out." All of a sudden, she touches my knee and asks, "Harry, why is your knee all wet?" Or at least, that's what I think she said. I'm still peeing and trying to make sense of what's going on. I'm still on my back, so I can only assume she looked around and noticed I was peeing myself. She starts laughing, all the while declaring that I peed my pants. As the last of my urine stop, I sat back up. I look at her dazed--she has her hand covering her mouth, laughing and giggling. I look down at my pants and ask her "Did I just pee my pants?" Still giggling, she acknowledges the fact. I stand up, look at my jeans, and then the tailgate of my truck. I asked her again if I peed my pants, and she said I did. She asks if any got in my shoe, and I said no. Once again in my drunk state, I keep repeating if I peed myself. She comes in closer and inspects my jeans with me--you can clearly see the difference shades of white in my jeans up close. She is still very joyful and can't believe that I pissed myself. Perhaps expelling the alcohol helped me sober up just a tiny bit. I told her to take a picture, it lasts longer. She does so, as she was taking pictures of me the whole night as I was getting wasted. As I put up my tailgate, all my piss hits the ground like a waterfall. She starts laughing hysterically again. I said don't laugh too hard, otherwise you might pee your pants too! She says she doesn't have to go because she went before we left the bar. Unfortunately, my second wave comes and I tell her I have to pee...again. She continues to laugh and is in disbelief, saying things like "Oh my god! You're peeing!" This time I tell her that my pee is going into my shoes. She just keeps laughing. I kept peeing for the next 30 seconds, telling her that for some reason, I'm still peeing. This just keeps her laughing. Once I'm finally done soaking my white jeans, she asks if I'm good. I say yeah, I'm just going to rest here and sober up. She says she wants to give me a hug before she goes, but asks if my top is clean. I say yes, and as she hugs me, I wrap her all around me and try to pick her up. She definitely screams jovially and breaks away from my grasp. She parts way with me as I just sat there, trying to sober up. We kept texting each other throughout the night, and she had to decontaminate herself, and did feel her pants were felt wet. I felt bad that I was horsing around with her that much, and I would've been okay with her not hugging me with my pee soaked jeans. I offered her to pay her if she decides to clean it professionally, but she declined. All in all, I was surprised my friend was so "receptive" in my predicament. She texted me today to make sure I was still good. I said yes and apologized to her that I hope she didn't feel too grossed out. She replied that it was funny I peed myself, but gross that I tried to contaminate her. She did mention that our friendship did go on a whole new level though. Can't say I disagree!
  19. So today I decided to try something new to me but that I'm sure more than one of you have experienced before. So I have this undies that I bought and never wear and they somehow have become my wetting underwear. I absolutely love the colour and how the pee stains show when I wet them! Anyway I went to the drawer and got them out (by the way I had already peed in them only 2 days ago and they smelled lovely). I got them on and enjoyed the feeling of the dirty underwear on my sex while I slipped into some tena pants. I had a big tea and two large cups of water to get me desperate to go until I got to a comfortable 5 or 6. My idea wasn't to be fully desperate but to release when still comfortable so I just relaxed and let go in my nappy. It was an odd sensation as I had on one hand the strong stream coming out me and I could feel as well my undies getting wet and the pad swelling up (love them as they absorb large amounts). I carried on going whenever I felt like it until I was completely empty. I was quite surprised when I took the pad off as I was totally wet on the front but dry aroun my ass as you can see on the pics. I really enjoyed it and I am committed to get a very wet bum as well so here I am drinking more water with a new diaper on haha. Hope you like my little experiment and let me know if you do something similar as I really enjoy reading other people experiences! Rasec xx
  20. Together Ashley's eyes snapped open to find her boyfriend laying on top of her, squirming around. Her eyes widened and she immediately screamed, "What the hell are you doing!" Skyler jerked awake startled, taking in his surroundings. "Wha-It's not what it looks like, I-" "What do you mean it's not what it looks like? It sure looks like it!" Ash said, outraged. She couldn't believe her boyfriend would do this. Especially as it was there first night sleeping together, or forget that the first time Sky had even been to her house. She honestly hadn't thought Sky was the type to do such things. I mean they were freakin' sophomores, not even having turned 16 yet. She definitely had no such thing in mind, all she'd wanted to do was have him come over and spend the night at her house as her mom and dad were going to be out for the night. Skyler didn't know what to say. He squirmed uncomfortably and looked into her crystal blue eyes dumbly. Ash got up and snapped, "You stay in here, I'm going to go sleep somewhere else, somewhere without dirty boys. Bye the way, you can leave first thing tomorrow!" She walked out of the room slamming the door shut behind her and snapping the hall way light off, then headed to her parents room. She didn't even think about how dark she'd left the room. Sky watched Ash leave the room shocked. Dirty! Sky thought. He was not most definitely not into sex yet. Sky sighed, pulling himself back into the bed suddenly realizing how dark it was in here. He fidgeted nervously, trying to strain his eyes to see though the pitch black. It wasn't as if he was scared of the dark, or anything. God, he was way to old for that. But, being scared of something he couldn't see, or well not being able to see at all basically didn't count as being scared of the dark, right? Sky bit his lip nervously and shifted once more, his current- or I guess you could say what started this- problem came back to his mind. He had to pee. It wasn't like it was an emergency or anything, but still...he had to pee! He'd woken up having to pee, on top of Ash, and if there was anything good out of this it was that Ash hadn't seen him holding himself, or he thought miserably, she had and had interpreted it differently. Sky rolled over onto his side crossing his legs, trying to refrain from grabbing himself like a child even though no one was in here. You see, it was bad enough asleep, but awake? No way, could not happen. It would break his pride. Sky was a popular boy. Athletically built with golden bangs that framed his soft, sculpted face perfectly. Then possibly his most attractive feature, the blue green eyes that shone like both emeralds and sapphires. He was also a starter for the school's high school soccer team. A little while later, despite what he thought, Sky found himself having to give himself a squeeze her and there until finally, he had to grab himself permanently. He fought the tears that tried to come out. The deal was, he could of easily walked out, but the problem was that as a child Sky had been afraid of the dark. Even now, he still to his embarrassment, kept a night light in his room. Also, the main reason he tried to tell himself, was that he had no clue were the bathroom was having last used it while they were out watching a movie at the theatre, after dinner. Finally, he carefully got out of bed squeezing his eyes tight shut in nerves to prevent the tears he new would come. He stuffed both hands in his crotch and walked stiffly out of the room, anxiously looking around, shivering with the tickling sensation his back always got when he was in the dark. He couldn't help but whimper. Starting to panic when he reached the door, he snapped it open and entered the dark hallway. He started doing a little jig, while tears started to fall he searched frantically for a light switch. His breathing increased as he couldn't find one and his bladder gave a desperate spasm causing him to leak a bit leaving his underwear uncomfortably wet. Were was it? He sobbed as he felt another leak escape, surely making his pants damp. Finally his hand caught something against the wall and to his utter relief light flooded the hall. Now all he had to do was find the bathroom. Sky started opening door after door, body shaking at the thought that the next door could possibly mean relief. He was practically having a panic attack, when suddenly he swung open a door and got so shocked he nearly peed himself right then and there. Ash was on her phone in her parent's bed as she couldn't get back to sleep after the big ordeal, when suddenly the door was flung open. She looked up shocked to see Sky, who had tears streaming down his face and a hand clenching his crotch. Sky bent over with legs crossed as he felt himself start to leak. He squeezed with all his might, and finally got it to stop. He now though had a noticeable wet spot on the front of his pants. He whimpered. Suddenly, none of the stuff that happened before mattered to Ash at the moment. She quickly got up and walked briskly over to Sky, "What's wrong?" She asked, even though she had a pretty good idea what was wrong. How could she not? "N-need t-to p-pee!" Sky managed to get out through sobs. "Right, okay. This way..." Ash said, carefully leading him to the toilet down the hall. Sky had to walk slowly so as not to let any out. He'd walked maybe three steps when he felt himself start to leak despite his death grip on his bladder. "W-where is it, I-I n-need to...W-here!" He sobbed out desperately as he felt his control start to slip even more. "Two doors down to your right." Ash told him, giving him a concerned glance. The instant he heard that he was dashing to the door, and wrenching it open, all the while peeing. When he finally got into the toilet he hadn't even shut the door. He then tried to undo the knot on his sweat pants that he'd worn to bed. It wasn't actually a knot, just a bow. But in his hurry to undo it he'd turned it into a knot. He tried to just pull his pants down, but the wouldn't, he tried to stop the flow to no use, and even tried yanking the string out of the pants. None of it worked. He finally looked down at himself as he felt his flow start to slow. His pants were drenched with pee, and there was a puddle around his feet. Ash suddenly popped her head in the door to make sure everything was all right. "Sky..." she took in the mess, "It's all right. Come on..." When Sky didn't budge she walked over to him, careful to avoid the puddle and carefully started to guide him to her room. Sky followed her, forcing his feet to move, and in all trying to stop sobbing like a stupid baby. "Mmm... sorry." Ash looked at him surprised, "For what?"she asked. "F-for making such a mess and ruining o-our night." Sky mumbled sadly. "Hey... calm down. It's not your fault." She said comfortingly as she heard his breath hitch. She led him into her room and asked, "Where are your clothes for the morning?" "In my bag, over there." Sky said pointing to a spot near her desk. Ash got him his clothes then, asked, "Do you want to take a shower?" Sky nodded. 10 minutes later Sky came back clean and dressed. Ash came over and gave him a hug, then asked, "So what exactly happened?" Sky sighed. He went over to sit on the bed and Ash followed. "I woke up and really needed to go. I guess I somehow ended up on top of you." he mumbled face turning red. "I promise it wasn't what you thought. I do not want to do that for a long time." "So why didn't you just get up and go?" Sky was silent for a moment, then he said, " I didn't know where the bathrooms were." Ash could tell he was hiding something, she just didn't know what else. "So...Why did you wait so long to look?" Sky didn't answer right away. "I, well..." his face had turned a deep shade of red, "It was really dark." He whispered out barely audible. Realization passed of Ash's face. "Please don't laugh at me!" Sky begged. "Don't worry, I won't. I'm sorry I shut that light off, I wasn't thinking." Ash said. "So, do I really have to leave in the morning?" Sky asked. "Of course, not. For now though let's just go back to bed."
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  22. I have been so secretive about my fetish and have only ever leaked outside when it was like 2 or 3 in the morning when no one in the neighborhood is awake or up. But I decided that it was time to attempt a daytime, semi public, leaking. So, I got up and made my first cup of coffee, got changed for my walk and finished the cup of coffee. I had breakfast and then made my second cup of coffee. I did have a few chores to do around the house, so I did those while I could feel my bladder slowly filling up. I made a 3rd cup to drink on the drive to the nature park about 15 minutes away. I grabbed a bottle of water and headed out. I was about 1 mile into the walk when the urge really started to hit me that I had to pee. The whole time, I have been taking random drinks of my water. As I continued further from my car, and the safety of it, I could feel the pressure building faster now. I took the last drink of my water, and without thinking, crushed the bottle to the point that it was now useless to use as a place to pee if I chickened out. I continued to where I was about 2 miles down the trails and got to an area that was wide open, "too open" I thought to myself. So I headed back down the trail back towards my car. As I got to a fork in the trail, I decided to take a different way back and got to a little clearing that was easy to see if anyone was coming from anywhere. The coast was clear, I relaxed a little bit but my body was fighting the leak. I pushed a little bit, I felt a little bit leak into my underwear, I looked at my jeans, no sign. Thats not good enough, I relaxed again, this time my body got the message, a bigger leak came out. I stopped it, looked at my pants, still no sign. Third try, has to succeed! I relaxed again and another, bigger leak shot out of my cock. This time I had to have a visible spot on my pants, lo and behold, I did. I tied my sweatshirt around my waist so that it kinda hid the spot, but as I walked, if you looked, you would see a spot about the size of a silver dollar on my pants. I was still almost a mile from my car, so off I went and as I walked, I did what I could to keep the spot from getting smaller, and accidentally made it a little bigger! Finally, a public leak, and yes, there were other people out walking and I saw about 6 or 7 other people as I walked back to my car. Next step, running shorts haha. Thanks for reading.
  23. Hello everybody. I certainly don't do real-life stuff on the site often, so let's break the streak and do something in reality. And be very bold about it. To give the setting, there's a small nature park right down the street where I live, and I do mean small. There's a gazebo with a tiny bit of open grass, with a picnic table and maybe two benches, and then it's just some nature trails through the trees. There's really nothing to do there, so it'd be empty even if the world were normal. I've got a soft spot for it, though, since it's always been near me and it's a good place to just be able to breathe. And a good place for other matters. It's not something I do often, but I go out and take some walks around the neighborhood every once in a while now that I'm back at home, just as a reason to get out of the house with some music or a podcast (it would be more productive to listen to a podcast, but The Megas call to me). Usually, I'd head up the street and loop around through a bigger open patch of land behind the nearby elementary school, it's an easy, paved path where I almost always see some cute dogs being walked, but somewhere around the start of the month (or maybe the end of March), I thought to extend the walk and go to the park I mentioned. Perhaps not for entirely pure motives. I could feel a little in my bladder and, well, I do enjoy outdoor urination. So, once I reach the park and see nobody there (as I expect), I head down the trails and begin wandering. Just to take in the short, mostly dead, dense foliage? I mean, I like that too, but I was looking to find a clearing, a more open spot just a little off the trail, with a nice thick tree to "water". I knew there were tiny clearings from when I was younger, it was just a matter of finding a good one. And I did. No trees big enough for my liking, and the better ones were surrounded by branches that made them difficult to approach, but I found a decent enough tree that I could step right up to. With worry and paranoia setting in about someone stumbling across me, I listen out for any noises that can't be attributed to scurrying squirrels and the odd passing car. And, actually, it sounded like one of the nearby houses was having some work done on it, but nobody on the trails to the best of my hearing. What matters is I was secure enough to unzip my fly, and...well, I'm a guy peeing on a tree. I think we all know what that looks like. Nothing big, just a fun little time. It remained secret, and I was soon on my way. But this would soon turn out to be just a test run. Fast forward to April 6th, the weather is supposed to be good, and I decide that I would "take a walk" today. I wanted to build up to something good, so I skipped the morning toilet visit right out of bed, grabbed a cup of water (actually rare for me, I don't drink much), and set to work on my usual stuff for the day. The goal: build up to really have to pee before I head out. Now, I'm not one for holding, I find that an uncomfortable bladder distracts me from work, and since I'm always doing something to keep myself busy, it's just a nuisance. But today, I was feeling adventurous, so I spent the next few hours on homework, with another cup of water in the meantime. My plan was to wait until noon to eat lunch, and then go out. Almost made it, too. By 11:45, I was deeply uncomfortable. Not the worst I've ever needed to pee, but definitely the worst I've deliberately waited. If I pressed my fingers against my lower stomach, I could feel an added curve from my bladder (not easy to feel, either, since I'm a bit of a fat guy). Probably an 8/10, I wasn't holding myself or crossing my legs or leaking, those just aren't things I do, but it was taking a toll on my willpower and resolve. Physically, I could have made it until after lunch, since it was just microwaved leftovers that would have taken minutes to prepare and eat, but mentally, I couldn't do it. So, against my usual routine self that always eats lunch at noon, I needed to go on my walk. So, I got dressed, with some noticeably tight pants (again, chubby), struggle with a sweatshirt because my pants are too tight for the pockets to be all that useful and I need pockets, get a bunch of stuff into said pockets (phone with headphones attached and an external battery because my phone's battery was awful, it completely died a week ago and I just got a replacement), and told my mom I was heading out. Straight for the park, because there was no time to waste. Since I knew I was heading for relief, and my body could handle its liquid contents, the walk wasn't hard, but I wanted to get there. Not enough to move any faster than a usual walking speed, since that makes me tired (do I need to repeat myself?), but I got there. The place was empty, as usual, and I headed down back into the stealthy trees. And, as I soon discovered, the muddy trails. It had rained a few days ago, and the dirt trails were still very wet, some spots with visible puddles. Which made traversing them all the more difficult, because I didn't want to step in them and get my shoes muddy, so I had to traipse the borders, where it was safer. And slower. I hated it. Plus, I was taking the long way around to the clearing, since I didn't remember the optimal path. I made it just fine, though, to the same tree I had marked last time I went through. This time, since I came here ready and desperate, I wanted to do more than just pee, I wanted to preserve it. Which meant fumbling in my pockets to get my phone out, stop what I was listening to so I could listen for other people, keep the battery attached as I pointed the camera down towards my crotch and hit record. Not a moment too soon, because I needed to go and I soaked the trunk down. Lasted quite some time, and it felt really good. And then I discovered that, in my haste to just get the camera open, I hadn't scrolled over to video mode. I had just taken a picture before there was anything to see. So that was a bummer. As was my shoes still getting dirty from the mud getting here in the first place, despite my best efforts. I felt relieved, and it did feel good to let such a long, splattery pee out on a tree, but I had no evidence, and dirty shoes. It was a shame. I did take an after picture of the tree, though. For you. Now, the story skips to today, April 29th. I didn't want to try something like this again until we had gone a good few days without rain, just so the trails wouldn't be muddy. What followed was three weeks of intermittent rain, raining on my parade and making it impossible. But I figured, hey, it might be dry enough today for some reason, the weather's good, perhaps I should. This time, I wasn't planning my day around it, I didn't even know the weather would be good until later, so I only made the decision after noon. But if I was going to do this, I'd need to build up some desperation first, to make the excursion worthwhile. Like I said, I don't do holding, so I don't know the proper way to get desperate easily. Instead, I did it a way that made sense to me: chug two cups of water and play the entirety of Mega Man 7 in one sitting. Went well, beat Wily Machine 7 in one try (all you MM7 players know that's an accomplishment). I didn't quite have to go that badly, but it was 4 PM by now, I didn't have time to wait around. Once again, grabbed my stuff (with looser pants and no extra battery) and out the door I was. I wanted to let myself build up a little, so my first destination was the school I mentioned at the beginning, and even went around a pond up there, because it looked nice and it would take some extra time. Then it was back past my house in the other direction, to the park. This time, there were some people there, but they were hanging around up top, so the nature trails were deserted. And good thing to, because I had some "nature" that needed attending to. Okay, maybe "needed" isn't the right word, I wasn't really any more desperate than when I left. More desperate than I would be if I were using the toilet at home, but a far cry from that previous experience. But, I wasn't going to let that, or the trails being muddy once again, deter me. I was more careful walking to my now-favorite tree. And this time, I knew to be prepared. Listen out for people. Get my phone out and camera ready. Actually switch to video mode this time, and make sure its recording. Only then could I pull my parts out and begin releasing that golden stream. The power wasn't much to write home about, nor was the consistency or length, but it was enough to be satisfying. I do love the sound of a stream of water, conveniently the power of a well-needed pee, colliding with a hard tree trunk and its loose bark, cascading down onto the dry leaves at the roots. Of course, I prefer it with a little more power and maybe a bit closer to the ground, say, from a woman that needed to go much worse than I did, but I won't be that picky. Wait, why do I need to describe it? I took video, after all. After three trips out to the same park, and the same tree, I now know this is an easy way to have a bit of naughty fun. I'll have to plan a little better next time. While I may not enjoy it in the moment, I think in the long run, it'd be worth getting as desperate as the second time again, and actually having proof I did it. When will that be? I don't know, it's a pretty impulsive decision. But I'm looking for it. Oh, you wanna see the video, do you? Well, when I said at the beginning that I was being "bold", it wasn't due to public urination. It was sharing this video. Img 1320-1.m4v
  24. Hello everyone ! Here is a new video. This time I spent all day playing some video games and recording music stuff due to the containment. I drank a lot of water during the afternoon and had two beers in the evening (of course without taking the time to relieve myself at any moment) . After many hours of holding, my bladder just could not take it anymore. I just had the time to jump in the shower, set up my camera and click on record before flooding my shorts with a lot of pee (the stream felt like it was never going to end) . Now I was just standing in my wet shorts feeling messy and with a puddle of pee in my sneakers. I had no choice but to take a fully clothed shower to clean off all of this mess... Here is the link to the full video https://pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e9b3f0e3d96f Enjoy My twitter for random Omorashi stuff : https://twitter.com/WetMyDreams
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