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  1. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Prompt: "She's peeing herself because she... couldn't pause the game!" The tournament is on, and she had to go BAD when it started! But they weren't going to hold everyone up just so she could pee, so she held it... Until she couldn't anymore! Unfortunately, whatever aiming talent she has in-game does not translate to being able to aim her pee stream into that tiny bottle in real life! 😋 As usual, the nude and textless versions are available on my Patreon! So if you feel that true at-home comfort means she needs to be naked instead of in that stuffy jersey, consider checking it out!
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    malefemale No Toilet Day

    Decided since I have the day to myself and I have some writting to do that I would chalenge myself abd see how wet I get.. Feeling kind of desperate already, bladder feels quite full and there is a constant twinge. I had 2 coffees and a glass of water, going on number 2. I have been holding since 7:30 Let me know how you are doing!
  3. Last night I had a really strange dream. I was at a motel with a swimming pool and was looking around my motel room for the diapers i had brought on the trip. Once my friends left the room, I grabbed the plastic backed, plain white diapers and headed out to the pool. It was very dark out and the pool was closed, but i managed to slide past the gate and climb up into the small waterslide tube and put on my diaper. Then, I opened my phone and began playing a wetting desperation hypnosis track and overtime began to feel a strong urge to wet. eventually I let go, and began flooding my diaper. about a quarter-way through my wetting i woke up from my dream in bed and noticed that I had wet my pajamas a little. I climbed out of bed, changed myself and went back to bed after struggling to fall asleep for about an hour.
  4. I fell asleep without putting a pull-up on last night. I woke up this morning and I was soaked because I wet the bed.
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    This is my personal collection of Naughty Lucy videos. It contains most all of her recent wetting clips. There are currently 64 videos in this collection, you can see previews of each of these clips via the attached thumbnails. You can view Naughty Lucy's page and support her work here: http://www.xtube.com...naughty_lucy420
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  6. So I decided to try adult pullups from the grocery store. Felt like there were few people there in the early hours of the morning and got brave. It was perfect timing because i was coming off a night shift and wanted to sleep without having to get up. The fit was not as tight as the goodnights obviously but in a way I think i prefer the snug fit, its more comfortable and discrete so sometimes I wear them while i run errands. Goodnights however leak very easily if im lying down and there is no chance I can release a full wetting freely, i have a pretty strong flow and decent sized bladder. To make sure I was able to test it I drank a fair amount of water, put my pjs on and went to bed. Sure enough I had to go right as I was about to drift off. After taking a couple breaths I relaxed enough to let go, it was going well and I could feel the warmth spreading around me but after a while a tiny leak occured. Not enough to wet through my pjs fortunately so I repositioned and let the flow go this time with no care at all, feeling the relief of my bladder and the warm pee surounding my body was amazing. It surprisingly held up, but just, it was very full... I figured I had to share so when I got up I started writting this still sitting in my soaked warm pullup
  7. This is a rather short story. Edit: I’ve decided to turn this short story into a chapter series, since I’m more motivated to write short stories about omo than just one massive post. I don’t know what to quite rename this story’s title as, though; so I’ll just leave it as is. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1: I'm Just Gonna Wet the Bed Instead My crusty eyes creaked open and saw the blurry blue morning light leak past the bedroom shades and spread onto the ceiling. It must’ve been around 6am. Then immediately I felt the bloated pressure in my belly while laying on my back. Fuck, I was snuggly lazy when my innards twinged under my tender bump. I have to pee. Oh, but I don’t want to get up. Already my eyes are squinting, the flowing-out pressure pressing down into my pussy and the burn of holding it back. Mm-mm, I’m not gonna go.. I’m not gonna get up. I’ll snooze my alarming bladder. I think I’ll just pee the bed again this time; I don’t want to lose my cozy heat here. Okay, relax.. mm, relaxing those muscles and waiting.. anticipating.. O.. Oh.. Oh, Oh, Oh.. it’s coming.. that flowing heat down my thin pipe. Mm, I’m gonna hold myself over these grey pajama shorts: they’re kinda lose — wait.. lem-me.. hold my liquid back for a sec so I can.. hnng.. ahh, there we go, a nice and tight wedgie.. fuckkhh, my butt is hanging out the thigh cuffs; the fabric forced up my crack and folded between my lips is deliciously tense.. okay, I’m ready.. fuck this is gonna be so hot.. O.. O-oh.. Oh.. Ah— Ah— A-ah, ah, ah.. fuckhh.. mm.. it’s hard to even breath while the urge twinges underneath my tender warm belly and presses into my clit: ooo, it’s actually kinda tickle-ish— —Uh..hmnph!.. here it comes again.. oh, ohh, ohhh.. fuuuckh.. fuuuckhhh.. the heat is slipping down my pipe, mm, burning, about to exit my pee-hole.. U-uhhhhhhh.. fuuuu.. that’s so—my right palm is tickled by a hot stream.. wait.. if I still my breath, I can hear the hot liquid hissing into my hand.. “khkhkhkhkhkhiiiiit—khkhkhkhiiit.. khkhkhiiieeeeeerrrrrrrrrrghghghgh..” O.. o-ohh, here we go: full release: finally, without the hesitation.. wow.. it’s like a hot towel is smothering my pussy.. “..ghghghghghghghgh..” Awhhh, fuckhh.. that low burble is eargasmic while my butthole is.. so fucking warm.. I could just come now—no.. no.. let’s just pee, I want it to come out slow.. Ahhhh, now the puddle is tiptoeing down between my thighs.. hehe: I can feel the pool between me, my fingertips paddling the surface of my piss puddle.. fuck, I wanna look at my shame.. Ah, damn, goodbye cozy heat on my tits.. but hello dark yellow pee.. wow, my shorts are completely wet, all the way around. Ugh, shoot, I’m nearly at the end.. mm, dipping my whole hand in the dark hot yellow is.. I can’t even.. my dwindling stream glistens out the dark grey fabric like a weak water fountain.. mm, fuck, I need to do something about the growing emptiness underneath my shorts.. lemme.. jusss.. lay back and fantasize.. “What if Andy barged in and caught this dirty girl fondling her dirty wet self in a dark yellow puddle of her own making?” Hmhh.. that.. that would be.. be.. hnnm.. hnnm.. hnn, hnn, huh.. huh.. “What if he just stood there shocked but curious.. then just walked to the bedside of this girl moaning in her bed for a closer look, and surrounded by the aroma of her concentrated piss..” ..hnn, hnn, hmm, Hmm!—shit..huh.. it’s.. h-h-huh.. h-hard to b..brr—eathe..huh— “What if his eyes just stared at the motion of her right hand, going faster and faster: her crotch squelching; and her exhales shorter and shorter yet louder and louder..” HO! Fuck!..huh ..I’m gonna come..huh—Hm, Hm, Hm, Hm!— “What if he just watched her come while her puddle of shame sloshed between her legs and belched out a confidant groan”—shit, shit, shit!—HNnnngg.. —U-UH!.. U!— “He’d be looking at this contorting girl, whining, wriggling and wincing, clenching and shifting her bedsheets as the cooling liquid between her prickly thighs sloshes across the surface of her bed..” “And her hard nipples pointy through her white T when her suffocating chest balloons and her back arches right at the cusp..” “He’d see the girl suddenly freeze, subtly agitate as everything vibrates everywhere, and slowly melt back into her bed; her blue eyes slowly and hardly open, locking into his while her whole body is flushed with a post-release high.. and she’d say: ‘I’ve wet the bed, what are you going to do with me, now?’” I’d wish he’d pull away the front side and fuck me through my wet shorts in my wet sheets.. If only it were real.
  8. (This is an alternate universe Where gema has biological systems ) This story takes.part in the third era,and is post movie --> Yellow diamond was really tense ,se needed to pee so badly but they were not in homeworld,they were in their spaceship along with the other diamond and spinel She was too shy to tell them,too shy to use the their spaceship bathroom...or we'll she just didn't wanted to use it "Are you OK honey?" Blue asked her gently and looking at her wife,who was sweating and holding her crotch and using her other arm to control her own ship "Yeah totally fine!!!" Yelloe answered angrily when she finally saw homeworld , her relief was so big yet faded so fast Not even taking 5 steps outside the ship she felt a wet sensation on her crotch ,and then big damp patch marking her pants She couldn't even make it to the palace,she was outside,with the others looking at her ,and stepping over a pee puddle "Yellow!why didn't you tell me you had to pee!?!are you can't just hold until you can't anymore "blue said gently holding yellow's hands "I-i-i though I could hold It...."yellow said ashamed of her accident entering the palace ---> The next days,yellow just struggled to arrive at time even more her " bladder clock" was only 5 minutes at max ,at this pint her accidents were frequently,but still refused to wear diapers,and blue never forced ->the restaurant incident Yellow was already true gently to hold when they arrived,once they arrived even through she rushed to the restroom she end up wetting her pants,luckily her partner White borrowed her a spare ones,but she had to stay with her wet panties Yellow decided to drink a Xtra large lemon soda ,and of course we know what this will lead to Once again in the car yellow just screamed telling ehite to stop so she could use the toilet,white was quite annoyed by her partner screaming,and instead of leading her to restroom she played waterfallsounds on radio making yellow wet her self in the carseat making a big damp patc,at this point she just cried, she knew she has jo scape.and had to wear diapers,however by white driving distracted from the screaming diamond they crashed And yes.it left yelloe completely incontinent Blue just diapered her and placed her or her lap To comfort her,she didn't care if yellow was already wet Blue was hugging her until.she feels a got wet sensation on her legs Yellow 's diaper leaked and wet blue's pants At this pint blue just got a little annoyed ,changed yellow diaper against her will ,dressed her in giraffes prints pajamas and placed her in the bed to make her sleep When she wake up she found a new. Surprise To be continued:
  9. View File Come with me while I do wees in my PJ's. Come with me while I do wees in my PJ's. Submitter Tinkle01 Submitted 01/11/2023 Category Female  
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  11. Chapter 1 Scott could hardly contain his giddiness as he turned his steering wheel to make a left at the intersection. After several weeks of careful planning, scheming, checking, and rechecking, he finally had a free weekend for himself. He had spent those weeks ordering discrete packages filled with supplies of a particular nature and tinkering in his garage on a device that he hoped would be able to fulfill his wildest fantasies. He could feel his heart pound in his chest as he put his blinker on and changed lanes, wanting to get home as soon as legally possible. Scott had had a great week at work, his boss had been admiring the white leopard's progress for a while now. He had recently designed a filing system that, according to his calculations, had increased the company’s data storage system by a whole 12.4%. The subsequent increase in efficiency had also increased his paycheck to a much sizable amount, which he had recently been putting to good use. Scott was a brilliant engineer and computer programmer, his passion for creation had brought him to work for Sky-TEC industries, a company that specializes in creating computers whose processing power and ability to complete tasks in incredibly low amounts of time had brought them up to one of the best technology companies in the world. But as brilliant as this company was, Scott was just a little bit more brilliant. Scott had quite unmistakably come into contact with a piece of technology that was top secret and incredibly powerful. Many would use it for great evil, while some might use it to achieve near indestructibility. Scott however, wasn't particularly interested in any of those things. Scott had some very private tendencies that he had never shared with anyone since he was a child. Specifically, he loved indulging in infantile fantasies, imagining himself just like a little kid again. From feeling the warmth of a freshly soaked diaper, to the pleasurable struggle of being put in bondage whilst wearing a soiled diaper, unable to do anything about his current predicament, to the wonderful childlike freedom of just wearing a diaper and t-shirt whilst watching children's shows on TV. Scott had spent a good amount of time imagining exactly what he'd love to do to or by himself if he had the time and resources to fulfill his fantasies. Fantasies that he hoped would be fulfilled very soon. Scott pulled into the driveway of his comfortable little home. It wasn't anything special, he had little furnishings to decorate it with, but it had what he liked to consider an "aesthetical amount of space". He turned off the engine, grabbed his shoulder bag, and exited the car, walking into his garage. He flicked on the lights, and as the light bulbs blinked awake the device that he'd spent months on putting together sat on his workshop table. To put it bluntly, Scott had been programming a device that would essentially stop time itself. Through a combination of biotechnology, an improbability-engine, and a calculator that essentially worked on the whimsical nature of the polarity of electrons whirling around in titanium atoms in the contraption, the device was able to access the particular genetic code of the user and ignore all cells with the sequence, then continue to all other organic matter and inorganic matter and "freeze them in place". Scott didn't fully understand it, but he knew how to put the parts together and calibrate the machine. One might think that experimenting with such a device would be incredibly risky, but Scott had that figured out as well. He had coded in a fail-safe into the device. If a large amount of cells of the individual who had activated the device began to shut down at a rapid enough pace indicating possible death, it would essentially reverse the freezing process restoring reality to normal. Scott picked up the device with baited breath. It didn't look like anything special, like a TV remote except with fewer buttons and what looked like more volume controls. He connected his phone to the remote and fed it information about the current time, position of earth relative to the sun, and relative temperatures around the world. He hoped that the device would be able to send out the proper frequency into the molecules around it, setting off the time freezing reaction properly. He knew that if it failed, it may fail spectacularly, possibly even harming him despite the fail safe. A green light on the device shone, indicating that it was ready to be activated. He closed his eyes, pressed his eyes shut, and pushed a large red button with his finger. A loud rushing sound echoed through his ears, he fell backwards sputtering and coughing, he felt as if everything in a single part of his body was getting lightly tickled with electricity, he yelled in alarm, but before he could yell for more than a second it all stopped. Scott looked around. Everything looked. . . normal. He went over to the garage switch and pressed it, a whirring sound came from the door as it opened. He padded outside and his jaw dropped. Birds hung eerily in the air, much like bricks don't. Leaves stood stalk still, frozen as a gust of wind was blowing through it. Scott fanned himself with a paw experimentally, looking at it as he felt the air particles against his whiskers and fur. He had done it. He had created a device that stopped time. It stopped time for everything and everyone! Everyone, except him. Scott hooted and hollered! He started running down the street, passing cars with passengers in them halfway through a sip of coffee, forming a word as they talked on the phones, or smiling jaws and maws agape as they sang to their favorite car songs. Scotts saw planes and clouds, unmoving in the sky, felt the warmth of the sun on his fur as it peeked behind a cloud, permanently, until adjusted by the remote of course. Scott stopped running in the middle of an intersection and turned around and around, taking in the view. He laughed, joyous that he had achieved something that most thought was only possible in sci-fi movies and fantasy novels. Suddenly, he remembered why he had gone so ridiculously out of his way with his invention. He turned tail sprinted back to his house and got quickly inside, closing his door, not bothering to lock it. Who would try bothering him now if every ‘who’ was frozen in time? He walked inside his sparsely furnished living room and opened one of the brown boxes he had sitting there. A fresh waft of baby powder and ointment met his feline nostrils as he admired the contents of the box. Within it lay several large, fluffy adult diapers, each themed with little cartoons of various baby animals wearing diapers. Some looked sleepy, others laughed in joy, while still others were too busy with a toy to do anything else. Scott shuddered with excitement and let out a shaky sigh. Finally, I can unwind like I've always wanted to. He thought, as his tail twitched in anticipation. He looked at the other boxes, knowing that what they contained would only increase the amount of fun he was about to have. He grinned, and speaking aloud to no one said, “It’s going to be a good weekend."
  12. Wetting purple pj's View File Sitting in my lounge pj's and wetting...kept them on for a part 2~ Submitter Disneybaby65 Submitted 12/18/2022 Category Female  
  13. i woke up having wet the bed as i do nightly due to incontinence but have to pee again, but im already wet from wetting the bed so no use in using the toilet, im just gonna rewet my soaked pjs, i'm making a big puddle in my seat
  14. The loud sound just outside the window was akin to a jumpscare, the darkness of the night suddenly lit up as if a lighthouse had shone its sea light across the surface of the window, and just a moment later, a loud crack, akin to the sound of whip, yet a thousand times louder, sounded out in the otherwise silent night sky. Wednesday shuddered, her eyes fluttering open just in time for the second strike, which caused her to jump, hitting her head off of the head rest of her bed. Her noise had been loud enough to wake up her brother in the bed just beside her, and as she looked to her side, she was greeted with two, light green eyes staring straight back at her, which was enough for her to frighten her, and she squealed, the noise emitting only a second before she covered her mouth, her brother immediately trying to shush her. "Shhh! Wednesday, if you wake up mom and dad up.." The two had only just turned eighteen, and routinely, Wednesday had started to wet the bed in turn. Though it was for good reason, she was terrified!! Her and her brother were closeted transgenders, and that meant that..the longer they left coming out, the higher the risk that they wouldn’t be able to fix what they felt was wrong with them. And that was a feeling like no other, one akin to a ship sinking. She bit her lip as she tried to lay back down to sleep. But she couldn’t, it was hard, and her nightmares were only getting worse recently. Every-time she closed her eyes, she could see the stuff of actual nightmares, and it was scary, terrifying even. Austin looked over, and with a swift movement, had slipped out of his duvet, and was picking out his makeup kit from under his bed. "I…it’s late, so you haven’t got long, but…i know how much you love doing it, and that it helps you calm down, so." With a swift hand, she placed it down on Wednesday’s bedside drawer. It was funny, actually. Austin had helped her pick her name, after a lot of thinking and arguments about if it was, what they knew it was. And she had always loved one girl who seemed to be able to do it all, fearless, unafraid of the future. Wednesday Addams. Her parents, in her thoughts, should’ve already known, after all, they’d knew since they were just kids that something was wrong, and their parents should’ve realised what was up when they both ran in opposite directions on their joint birthday. When Austin ran towards the trucks and action figures, no one batted an eye. 'She’ll be a tough girl, that one!' 'Ooh, she’s a bit of a tomboy, isn’t she Larry?' But no, when Wednesday ran towards the barbie dolls and dresses, everyone lost their shit. She shuddered at the memory, and the aftermath of all that happened, she hated her past, with a growing passion, and didn’t like thinking about it. And so she sat there, fitting her makeup on as she quietly hummed along to Lady Gaga’s 'Just Dance'. Morning came soon enough, and for the third night in a row, she woke up to the worst thing she could have. A wet bed, sodden to the touch, and her bladder, weak and all but empty. Another nightmare. Another day, more suffering. Getting ready for school was already dysphoric, she had to wear clothes she absolutely despised. Boxers, trousers…But now she had to wear a hoodie to hide her growing hair, just so her parents wouldn’t want to cut it? She truly hated it all, but what else could she do? As she rushed out of the front door, her brother quickly followed her, grabbing her shoulder tightly to turn her around. "Wednesday." He’d say quietly, double checking that he had closed the door, before he looked back, a soft smile crossing his features. "Here." He passed her a necklace, it was soft to touch, and shone in the sunlight, it was a small heart, with the words 'Love you, always.' Engraved crudely across the surface. She hadn't smiled so much in about a year, maybe two. And couldn’t help but hug her brother tightly, being clearly stronger due to biology, she almost crushed him. And then, shoulder to shoulder, together, they walked together, hoping that just maybe, they would be able to survive the last year. Hey everyone!! just thought i’d write a little introductory chapter so i can see what everyone thinks of the new story, i decided to try a different route for this, but i think i did good by introducing the main characters first ❤️ if people want more, the next chapter will be longer and way more content filled, love you all!! Enjoy!
  15. Well it's been a while since I've joined in ... but been having some fun recently and thought it was time to get a little damp.. So.. last wee 3 hours ago Drank 1lt water Can of coke Glass of wine (it's Friday) Just poured more wine...
  16. Well after yesterdays hold I have decided to have a day of playing games and just peeing wherever and whenever I feel like. Ill update how it goes. Let me know what you're doing today.
  17. So I have a few hours to kill. I have been playing video games but now I gotta get some cleaning done. Been holding for a little while already, probably at a 5/10 so I drank a full water bottle and lets see if I can manage to get them all done before having an "accident". Just wearing a pair of sweat pants with a pull-up underneath and an old shirt, don't want a huge puddle to clean if I don't make it... but I have a large bladder so if I don't make it im sure my pants and socks will be wet.
  18. Curse of the Crinkle Crate Composed by Horatio Husky Featuring and Commissioned by Kazard the Fox! Chapter 1 The Box I… Want… Couch Time… Now… were the thoughts of a certain blonde-haired fox, as he absentmindedly fumbled with the keys to his small, cozy home. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyelids half open in a vacant stare as he maneuvered his key into the lock of his front door. The day had been absolutely miserable, all of his clients had been in a bad temper when he spoke with them about their problems, and one of them even seemed to believe that the fox didn’t really know what he was doing. Of course, he knew what he was doing! He’d graduated top of his class by no small miracle, the fox was very talented at his work, but the lack of appreciation and frustration that was thrust upon him by his clients was not something studying could have prepared him for. At last, the key turned, and the door swung wide open, shouldering his bag he strode inside and carelessly dropped it in the front hallway, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him with a click, locking it once more. Give… Me… That… Couch… thought the fox once more, as he strode into his living room. However, his couch did not seem to be on the agenda just yet, for the fox almost tripped over a wooden box in the center of the room. Kaz was taken aback, how had this gotten in his home? He didn’t remember lugging a rather plain, heavy looking wooden box into his home. Its dimensions were around two feet by two feet, and a foot and a half tall. Kneeling down, his tail now twitching with apparent interest and curiosity he inspected it closer to find that its lid was hinged, with the front opening to the container facing towards him. What on earth… Did somebody break in and leave this here? He thought to himself, as he reached forward with a paw and tentatively opened the strange box. The lid thumped onto his carpet as he gazed into what was held within the strange item, and was even more confused to see that the box only contained two items in it. A thick square of plastic upon closer inspection Kaz found to be a white, adult diaper, and a note next to it, written in fancy cursive. He picked it up, his eyebrows furrowing as he perused through a short poem, a strange feeling of warmth he didn’t recognize bubbling up in his insides as he did so. For a year and a day obedient shall you be, To the rules and whims of the box at your knee, Letters and rules shall be provided from these wooden confines, Giving you instructions, tasks, items, and lines, And lest you not listen to my behest, Shall you not have your day-to-day be the best! For control and independence are no longer yours From now you’ll always be clad in diapers! Diapers? Control? Is this all some sort of prank that got delivered into my house that one of my friends managed to sneak in? He turned the note over and found that more was written on the back of it, this time not in the mysterious cursive font as on the front. The rules are simple, Kazard. For a year and a day you will be completely unable to control your bladder nor your bowel, making it that at any time whatsoever, you will completely and utterly mess and wet yourself anywhere you are. Within this box, you will find your solution to this new conundrum in your life, which you have agreed to participate in by opening this box. Whenever you open this box you will be supplied with plain white diapers perfectly matched to handle whatever punishment you give them. It is recommended that you also invest in other supplies related to padding, such as powder and anti-rash cream, but those are up to your discretion. You may try and not wear your diapers, but you will find that it is wiser to comply with the rules and keep yourself nice and secure; your continence will not return either if you do not obey the rules set before you. If you wish to communicate with the box, you must do so through a bargain written on a note to express your wishes. However, be warned: the box is liable to interpret and balance any request or boon as it wishes if whatever you offer is not of equal value, so it may be wisest to obey as instructed and keep yourself diapered at all times of the day, otherwise, the consequences will be severe. With that, we hope you enjoy your next trip around the sun padded up! This has to be a joke… Boxes that interpret poetry and supply diapers whenever opened? This isn’t even a funny prank, this is pathetic. The fox dropped the diaper and note back into the box with contempt, what a stupid thing to waste his time with. He got up, the couch now forgotten as his stomach rumbled its hunger aloud to the room. He padded over to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and rummaging through his dry food cabinet, retrieving a large bag of chips. He held the bag in his maw as he stretched, reaching up to the higher shelf to grab himself a chocolate bar. It was just out of his reach, and he strained, leaning against the counter to support his weight as he grasped after his sweet. The counter must have been wet, however, for he looked down as he felt something damp against him. The bag of chips dropped out of his mouth and onto the counter below him. The counter hadn’t been wet, no. It was he who had gotten wet.
  19. Hmmmmm..... my partner and I are cleaning today(they know I'm on here) and I have to pee a bit already.... debating on leaking a bit and seeing if and when they'll notice? I'm wearing dark green boxer briefs and black pjs
  20. Howdy! First time poster, very very very long time lurker onsite. Literally had to come on and share some pee fun I had this week. There was an app floating around on here awhile ago called Omo Trainer that i downloaded. This past week i realized i hadn't really used it and decided to start seeing if i could catalog my bladder capacity. The program adjusts the prompts and bladder capacity to the information you put in, like how much you drink. And you can also ask to pee which the program can allow or deny. I quickly found through three (messy) test runs that I start to "feel" full around 500ml, start to actively squirm at 750ml, but give or take some error in the program, my bladder can handle 1150 to 1250ml before bursting, but I have been able to hold until 1500ml. My goal while "testing" was to see if I could drink a certain amount and also pee enough to meet the amount i drank. So if i held 750ml, i wouldn't feel satisfied with my experiment unless i also release 750ml. There's something about that, that feels so appealing to me when i'm holding. And that was the basis for my test to see if the program matched properly. I really ran through it last night. I got home early from work and knew this was jow i was going to spend the evening (although i wasn't expecting to be up til 5am haha). I started holding at around maybe 10pm, when i knew the rest of the house was going to bed. The first hold was BIG, right around 1250ml at least. I knew this bc when I burst (as calculated by the Omo Trainer), i filled an entire Taco Bell cup and more than half of a different metal cup i had on me (which is at least 750ml). But since I was drinking so much alcohol, my capacity decreased a bunch since it was moving through me so fast. I would get to about 750ml on the calculator and be absolutely squirming. I would get to 850ml before it felt like I would leak any minute, unable to keep still. I got to 950ml the 2nd hold before I completely burst. Hence the extra containers in the picture. I filled the rest of the metal cup and 1 and a half about of the small plastic cube containers. I was quite literally using whatever container i could get me hands on that was on my desk. The next two times i held (2 liters of water and 4 350ml ciders having been ingested) went quite quick. 815ml about, and then 750ml when i just couldn't hold it anymore the 4th time. The wettings I had were amazing, sent chills down my spine and everything. I don't really drink alcohol but drunk wettings are the absolute best. The moans I can't contain, the absolute complete release of my bladder that i can't stop. It's so addicting. I filled all the containers i had, with plenty of spillage when i wasn't paying attention and the cup started to spill onto the puppy pad. I managed to get up and hobble to the toilet to let the rest out since i didn't want to make a mess all over my carpet. (Although, there were quite a few uh, drops.) The pajama shorts i was wearing were now dark gray all over the crotch from my leaking and arousal. This isn't usually the method i use for wetting and it was just really satisfying to see. I came twice throughout the whole ordeal and was absolutely exhausted, beyond crossfaded, by the time i went to bed at 5am. Woke up this morning very hungover but determined to have even bigger NYE accident! Since I would be completely alone in my house hehe. Writing this post as I just had my first drunk "accident" of New Years Eve hehe. I'm attaching a picture of my full containers of piss and puppy pee pad as evidence of my activites ~
  21. This has been the year where i started really enjoying taking pics, and exploring my self more than ever before. To people who like my pictures thank you! It contains mostly soggy padded pictures, but all sorts of stuff from different outfits, panties, skirts, dresses, to the most embarrassing positions! but here we go! every image yui took in 2022 combined! Ennnnjoyyyyy!!!!!
  22. Commissioned fic for someone who wanted a woman with a bladder of steel and an unrealistically long hold -- I once worked with a girl on a week-long project at a conference out of the city. Peyton was a sweetheart; a little bit shy, but very businesslike when it came down to actually doing our work. Management had us room together in the hotel, and over the week I got to know Peyton a little bit better simply from spending so much time with her. She was smart, funny, knew endless trivia about television shows—and she never seemed to use the bathroom. Naturally this wasn’t something I was going to bring up; after all, how does one tactfully mention such a private matter? We shared a hotel room, and I knew she went into the bathroom sometimes, because she took showers, and I heard her in the mornings brushing her teeth at the sink. But all day when we were out at panels or on rides with our boss, she never used the bathroom. It wasn’t even that she was dehydrated; she kept up a steady intake of fluids through the day, water, Coke, those plastic orange juices you can get at a gas station. But she never used the bathroom. She never even acted like she felt the urge. In the middle of the week we were asked to go on an out of town ride to visit some potential clients in another city. The trip was going to take two hours going and coming, so four hours total, plus however long we spent in the city itself with our clients. As Peyton and I dressed for the day I jokingly said, “I really hope that there are rest stops on the drive! I’m sure we’re going to be dining with our clients and I don’t want to get caught unprepared.” She smiled a little at her reflection where she was putting in earrings. “I’m sure there will be,” she said, but didn’t add any other info about her own feelings on the subject. We went downstairs to the lobby and each had a portion of the continental breakfast. I had waffles and a banana, and she had cereal and milk. On top of that she also drank two small plastic cups of orange juice and a mug of coffee. By the time we were both finished eating it was almost time to leave, so I went and used the lobby bathroom. Peyton didn’t join me; when I exited I found her waiting quietly by the entrance, looking at her phone. She smiled at me and asked if I was ready to go. “Yeah,” I said. I thought about asking her if she wanted to use the bathroom before we left, but decided against it. I didn’t want to be late to our meeting and I was sure Peyton didn’t either. Besides, she knew her own body much better than I did, obviously! We set off in one of the company cars. We had decided between ourselves that she would drive there, and I would drive back. I sat in the passenger seat watching the trees and little towns pop up as we rode down the highway. For a while Peyton had the radio on, but eventually the station started fuzzing out, so she switched it off and started going over the questions we were going to ask our potential clients, what sorts of things we would discuss with them, etc. As we drove on talking about our work the sun rose higher, streaming in through the back window. About an hour into our drive Peyton turned to me and said, “Do you mind if we stop for a second at the next turn-off?” “Not at all,” I replied. My heart had kind of started racing; I wondered if all the liquid she’d consumed with breakfast had hit her bladder. Would I at last see Peyton use a toilet? But when we pulled over in the next town it was just so she could grab a bottle of water at a gas station. “The sun is making me sweat,” she complained as she slid into the driver’s seat again. “It’s so hot in here; it’s like a greenhouse.” “Right,” I said, watching in mild fascination as Peyton unscrewed the cap off the bottle and tipped it back to her lips. It was one of those giant water bottles you don’t see at every station, and it was covered in condensation from the store refrigerator. She must have taken at least six enormous swallows of water before screwing the cap back on and putting the bottle in the cup holder. “So much better!” she gasped out. She glanced at me: “Did you want some water, too? I don’t mind if you just wanna run in real quick and grab one, I think we’re ahead of schedule—” “No, I’m okay,” I said. It was definitely warm in the car from the sun beating down on the glass, but I didn’t want to fill my bladder up before we’d even gotten to meet our clients. Peyton shrugged. “Okay,” she said, just as pleasant as ever. She turned the ignition over and we set off. Luckily, there wasn’t much traffic, and we made it to the next city with about fifteen minutes to spare. By the time we arrived, Peyton had finished most of the water bottle; it was so close to being empty now that she kept the cap off and would just roll the condensation-slick plastic on her neck and cheeks, occasionally moving the bottle almost absently to her lips to drink. In spite of all of the liquid she’d consumed, though, she didn’t seem at all desperate for a bathroom. We’d gotten out of the car to stretch our legs and wait for our clients, and she wasn’t even bent over at the waist. Shortly after arriving, our clients pulled in as well. We were at their office, which was just a block or two over from the restaurant where we were going to have lunch. We shook hands and they let us into the building. As the four of us walked towards one of the conference rooms, the lady client pointed to a mini-fridge in the corner: “Would either of you care for a drink?” I was quite thirsty after the long drive and the hot sun, so I accepted the offer and took out an apple juice. I was—well, not quite shocked, but certainly a little surprised when Peyton also took a grape juice. I raised my eyebrows at her and she just laughed a little as we continued on into the conference room: “I told you, that car was a greenhouse,” she whispered. “I’m pretty sure my body doesn’t even realize I drank water.” We got settled in the conference room and began our meeting. There was a pitcher of water in the center of the table as well as individual glasses for the four of us, and we all took regular drinks from the pitcher, since it was such a warm day. About an hour and a half into the meeting I began to feel the effects of all the liquids on my bladder, and asked if I could be excused to the restroom. One of our clients said she also needed to go, and called for a five-minute break. I returned to the conference room first and found Peyton still sitting there drinking what looked to be her fourth glass of water. Finally, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut anymore. “Where are you putting all this water?” I asked incredulously. She must have consumed well over two liters of liquid at this point, but she was just sitting there calmly, sipping from her glass. Her legs weren’t even crossed. She shrugged in response to my question. “I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve just always been like this. When I was little my family used to joke that I was part camel.” We both laughed at that, and I took my seat again next to her, but couldn’t help watching as she finished her glass and then poured herself a fifth one, asking me if I wanted any. I said sure, so she turned—she was standing up—to pour me some water as well. Her blouse was tucked into her skirt and I noticed for the first time her midsection was rounded, sticking out noticeably against the loose cotton of her shirt and the stiffer fabric of the skirt. As she sat back down I couldn’t help wondering if that little bulge was her bladder. She was a petite girl, and I hadn’t noticed anything like that in the few days we’d spent together up until now—although of course I hadn’t really been looking, either. But I thought of all the times that we’d spent out, drinking with our boss, drinking during meals, and how she never seemed to use the bathroom, even in our room. After a few more minutes our clients both returned and the meeting continued. At noon we had a second break for lunch. By this point Peyton had drank another three glasses of water, and as we all stood up I couldn’t help glancing at her stomach again. It was even rounder now, stretching full and bloated against her waistband. But she walked steadily out of the room with us. She wasn’t even slightly hunched over. We walked the two or so blocks to the restaurant. Because it was the lunch hour on a workday, there was a significant line to get in. The four of us stood idly talking while we waited. Several times I saw Peyton smooth her hand over her round, distended bladder, but she didn’t seem to be in any distress. In fact, when we got into the restaurant and were seated, she ordered a sparkling water with lemon. She took regular sips from it throughout the meal, even asking for a refill—twice—before we were done. Both myself and our male client excused ourselves to the restroom during the course of the meal. As I returned to the table I noticed Peyton uncrossing her legs. She was very casual about it, so I didn’t say anything, but I made a mental note. It was the first sign all day—in fact, since the start of the week—that I’d seen her do anything to indicate discomfort. But for the rest of lunch she didn’t so much as shift in her chair. When the bill came our female client went to use the restroom as well, while Peyton and I sat continuing our conversation with the man. Soon she returned to the table, and the four of us waited for our cards, then left. The meeting in the conference room was over around two. Our clients wanted to show us some more things in their offices before we left, so we took a tour of the building with them, pausing to remark on various things we saw. Peyton was taking notes on her tablet, and I was paying enough attention to our clients that I could answer questions correctly and ask appropriate ones myself, but I was watching her out of the corner of my eye. Her bladder was by now so large it had begun to push up against the soft, loose fabric of her shirt, tightening it against her skin. She still wasn’t really restless or indicating any type of discomfort, but every so often when we’d move to a new room she’d press her thighs together subtly before standing still and lifting her tablet again. Eventually the tour was over. We shook hands with our clients and assured them we’d be in contact again very soon. Before we left I took one more opportunity to use the restroom, my bladder having filled up again from lunch, but Peyton said she was fine. Our clients asked us if we wanted one more drink for the road; I declined, but Peyton said yes, and took a can of pineapple juice. This time it was my turn to drive, so I got in the driver’s seat and pulled up the map to return to the hotel on my phone. In the passenger seat Peyton was sitting very still, and very calm. “I think the meeting went well,” I said casually as we turned to get onto the highway again. “I think our boss will be suitably impressed by the clients, don’t you?” “Yeah,” Peyton said. She was taking regular sips from her pineapple juice and soon had emptied it as it was one of those tiny aluminum cans. Most of the drive back was silent, except for the radio. I was watching Peyton out of the corner of my eye for any signs that she might need to urinate now that she’d drunk what must have been over three liters of liquid, but she did nothing. She was just very quiet, looking out the window. Occasionally she would cross her legs or smooth a hand over one thigh, but it didn’t seem to be out of any particular discomfort. Again, about halfway through the drive, we pulled over; this time it was so I could use the bathroom at a truck stop, and also refill the gas tank on the car. I asked Peyton if she wanted to use the bathroom too but she said she’d rather not, since truck stop bathrooms are usually pretty dirty. “But I’d appreciate if you’d get me a bottle of water,” she said. I tried not to let my surprise show on my face, but I must have not been as subtle as I thought, because she laughed: “I can’t help it! I’m just really thirsty!” I shrugged. It didn’t make any difference to me. I used the restroom and bought her a bottled water. We started off again. Traffic was light all the way up until we were maybe seven miles from the turn off that would lead to the hotel. We hit a bumper-to-bumper wall of cars. Peyton looked it up on her phone, but nothing had happened; it was just regular rush hour traffic. Still, the estimated time on my phone had changed now, and we weren’t scheduled to get back to the hotel until after six. Peyton sighed when I told her this, and I thought surely now she’s going to mention needing a toilet, but she just said she was sorry she wouldn’t have time to put on something more comfortable before we went to the usual company dinner with our boss and coworkers. As we sat in traffic Peyton began smoothing her hand more frequently over the soft bulge in her middle. Several times I saw her squeezing her thighs together, or crossing her ankles over each other, but she didn’t say anything. If she leaned forward it was just to turn the radio up, or change the station. We inched forward in traffic and made small talk to fill the awkward silence between us, Peyton telling me more facts about television shows she knew, me telling her about my crocheting hobby, but never once did she ask me to pull over, even when we passed two turn-offs before our exit. By the time we pulled into the parking lot of the hotel it was getting dark. We got out of the car and hurried into the lobby—the restaurant where we had our company dinners was in the hotel. I told Peyton if she wanted to go upstairs and change she could, I wouldn’t mind giving our boss her excuse, but she shook her head: “No time,” she said, and we walked quickly to the restaurant. Our boss waved us to her table and asked how the meeting had gone. “Fine,” we both said simultaneously. I began telling her details; when the server came to ask what everyone wanted, Peyton ordered a Coke and a water, saying that sometimes carbonation made her feel sick but water would cancel it out, and she needed the Coke to stay awake after our long day. I kept my mouth shut as the meal progressed but watched in astonishment as Peyton put back both glasses, plus a refill on her water, plus all the ice as it melted. With dinner finished and paid for we stood up and I caught another glimpse of Peyton’s swollen, overly full bladder. It now more closely resembled a watermelon she’d shoved under her shirt. I thought I saw our boss clock it as well, but of course she didn’t say anything. The rest of the evening and night was spent in our separate hotel rooms, entering information into our laptops and tablets, making last-minute calls, and other things. I used the bathroom a few times over the course of the evening, but Peyton did not; she only went in to brush her teeth. She changed into her pajamas in the bathroom with the door shut, as we weren’t that familiar with each other, but I didn’t hear her sit on the toilet, nor did I hear it flush. When she came out her pajamas—even softer cotton than her blouse, and of course much more informal—stuck out jarringly around her bladder. She was taking careful, slow steps as she walked back to her laptop, pressing her thighs together, but told me she needed to get her work finished before calling it quits for the night. I saw her wince as she lowered herself into the seat, but aside from crossing her legs tightly she made no other indication she needed the toilet. Eventually I began to fall asleep; I asked if she’d mind if I turned the light off, and she said, “No, go ahead. I’ll see you tomorrow!” I told her good night and switched the lamp off, my last glimpse of Peyton for that night being her sitting gingerly on the edge of her seat, typing rapidly away on her keyboard. In the morning when I woke I was startled to see Peyton had fallen asleep at the desk. I got up and touched her shoulder to wake her, and she lifted her head and blinked at me groggily. “Ooh,” she said, “I shouldn’t have done that; I’m so stiff…” Then she stood and winced. My eyes dropped to her bladder and I was even more startled to see it was still swollen, sticking out well past where it had been the night before. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut any longer and said, “Peyton, didn’t you… you know… go?” She shook her head. “No, I just got so wrapped up in my work, and then I put my head down just for a second to rest my eyes when they got tired, and the next thing I knew you were waking me up—ooh.” She crossed her legs a little bit and bobbed up and down on the spot, gritting her teeth. “I do really, um—regret that decision now, though!” She gave a little laugh. I glanced further down and noticed two empty miniature water bottles in the trash can. I knew they hadn’t been there the evening before, since the maids had come in and cleaned. Had Peyton drank even more after I’d fallen asleep? For several seconds we both stood there, Peyton a little bent at her waist, fidgeting slightly. Then Peyton said, “Look, I’m really hungry; do you want me to go downstairs and grab us both a quick bite to eat?” I opened my mouth to protest; then shut it again. I told her sure. She nodded and walked over to her suitcase to get out a bra and some leggings to put on before heading out. Her bladder was so big it jiggled as she walked, and as she shut the door behind her I realized I really needed the toilet myself. I went in and did my business, then decided to take a shower while waiting for Peyton. I like long showers, so I took my time in there, enjoying the heat and steam from the water. By the time I came out Peyton had returned and was eating a waffle and drinking another one of those plastic cups of orange juice. I imagined I could see her bladder visibly swelling more and more as she drank, though I knew that couldn’t have been possible. I sat down on my bed to eat my own breakfast, watching as Peyton drank and chewed on her food. Her feet were dancing restlessly beneath the table, and her thighs were shifting, the soft fabric of her leggings brushing together. Suddenly she let out a sharp gasp, one hand plunging between her thighs. She looked up at me, biting her lower lip. Her cheeks were bright red. “I’m so sorry,” she said, “I don’t mean to be so unprofessional, I just—I really, really need to go to the bathroom!” I didn’t even have time to think of an adequate response to this obvious statement before Peyton was jumping up and running into the bathroom. She didn’t shut the door all the way in her haste, and I heard the toilet lid come up and her frantic shifting and moaning as she tried to get her leggings—which were quite form-fitting—down in time. Then I heard Peyton’s ass hit the toilet, and I was more than a little surprised at the loud, obscene moan she let out as piss gushed out of her. The spray of her urine was so forceful it sounded like it was going to come out of the toilet and onto the floor. She kept moaning raggedly as she pissed and pissed, sounding like a fire hose on full blast. I couldn’t help getting up and throwing my trash away on pretext of looking at her through the slight crack in the bathroom door. She was slumped almost completely backwards on the bowl, legs spread wide open. She hadn’t even gotten her leggings past her knees, and her pee was hitting the side of the toilet so hard I could see it, the stream thick and clear and strong. I couldn’t help noticing the time on my phone, and was amazed as her pee continued on for two, then three, then four minutes, never losing power or force. Finally, after nearly six minutes, it began to slow down, though it continued on for a while in a thin trickle, and then dribbling, before she finally stopped peeing nearly seven minutes in. I heard her breathing hard for a while, and occasional trickles of urine kept hitting the toilet water. Finally I heard her stand and flush, and she washed her hands before coming out. Her waistline was finally down to its normal size; her cheeks flushed, a smile of relief on her face. She sat down at the desk where she’d fallen asleep, booting her laptop up. She turned her smile to me and said, “Ready for another day?” My throat was completely dry after hearing the absolute waterfall she’d released in the bathroom, but I managed to make my voice come out normally as I responded, “Yeah, of course.”
  23. I am not starting a new hold here. In fact I have to pee soooo bad right now. I woke up with a painfully full bladder at 6:30 . I peed normally. This was not a planned hold. It is totally spontaneous . I had 3 large mugs of tea. Due to all that tea, I have had to pee badly for about an hour now, but I decided to hold it for awhile. Soon I began to feel like my pee was going to come out during bladder spasms. A tiny leak caused me to grab myself with my hand, which got it stopped. * Edit I should have mentioned I am taking a prescribed diuretic each morning to help prevent fluid retention in my legs. Since then things have gotten much worse. I am having difficulty focusing on typing because of the intense discomfort/ pain. My bladder is painfully stretched. A half hour ago the intense pressure at the tip of my penis was only felt during spasms. It then settled into a constant throbbing pressure. I am getting increasingly frequent it is about to come out waves of pressure at my pee hole. It even hurts at the base of my penis and by my balls. As I am typing for the past 10 minutes I have had to pee so bad, I am constantly squeezing my penis, with one hand and typing with the other. My mind wants to let go to ease the pain and pressure. I am experiencing frequent I am about to pee myself waves. A leak would feel so good right now . While squeezing myself may be preventing a leak it is doing nothing to relieve the pressure in my dick. OMG my pee feels like it is going to come out. I can't focus. I want to measure what I am holding , rather than wet myself this time. I HAVE to Pee so bad .I have not held it nor been this desperately full in years. 3 hours since I last peed with copious fluid intake.
  24. Giga DOM-20 View File Giga DOM-20 Submitter aklong Submitted 12/24/2022 Category Female  
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