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  1. The Incident at the Pharmacy (with pictures) Hello everybody. Let’s see if I can gather my thoughts and control myself long enough to type this. This JUST happened, and I just got out of the shower a few minutes ago. I haven’t ‘enjoyed’ myself to this experience yet, but I plan on it tonight. Okay. So I’ll start by describing myself, despite having pictures available on this post. I’m a Hispanic trans woman with long curly hair. I’m still early in my transition, but doing well, so I guess I genuinely look like a woman? I’d like to think I have a cute butt. I was wearing blue jeans and a tan colored Zelda shirt? Umm, blue shoes? My breasts are small, but not like, invisible by any means. Sorry I don’t describe myself very well. Anyways. So I was running errands today. I had a tall glass of water and peed before I left. I spent a few hours doing things around town, and went to get lunch. There’s this little place that makes this salad that’s soooo good, and I never like salads, so I go there every so often for the only one I actually like. Anyways. I get a soda with it, and just enjoy myself for a little bit. Now I was basically done with my errands except that I needed to pick up my hormones sometime today. I was basically chilling at the restaurant waiting for the guy to call me back and say that my prescription was ready. And he did. So I left and drove over. Now this pharmacy, it’s like, not a Walgreens or CVS, so the staff is the same people all the time basically. But they’re the only place close to me that’ll give me my estrogen in the right dose and method of delivery. The cashier knows me by name at this point, and is very familiar with the fact that I’m trans. I do not buy my pull-ups or diapers here. He like, knows me. I do not want to mix my kink and medical life. We only see each other once or twice a month, but he knows me and is friendly with me. I have a little bit of a crush on him that I’m not going to do anything about, but you know. I’m not bringing kink here. So I go in to pick it up, and he tells me it’s actually going to be a few more minutes. I sit down and wait for a little bit. Now, entering the pharmacy, I would describe myself at maybe a 6/10 on the bladder scale. 7/10 maximum. I don’t think of it as a problem. But I am rapidly filling. I wait around maybe not even 10 minutes, which is still longer than I wanted to wait, but I’m trying to be patient. But in the course of the 10 minutes, I’ve risen to a 9/10 easy. I stand up to ask him how much longer it’ll be, but my motive very quickly changes, cause the second I stand up, I start peeing. “Excuse me, can I use the bathroom?” “Oh, -Snuggle-, it’s usually employees only, but sure.” And he leads me in, while I’m slowly losing control of my pee down my legs walking behind him. I rush in, pull my clothes down and just release. It feels so good. I’m in heaven. I come back to reality and inspect my jeans. The front is soaked. Inside of the legs are soaked. Back looks okay. My cheeks are burning. I go back outside to wait, sitting down again, trying to hide myself. The spot is uhh, bigger than my hands. I could not hide it. After a minute or two of trying to hide to no avail, I notice the guys staring at me. I’ve noticed him checking me out before, but now he’s staring straight at me. Or maybe at my jeans. My cheeks start burning all anew. “I hope I’m not prying, but does this happen to you a lot -Snuggle-?” “I mean, not a lot, no.” “But it happens?” “Umm, sometimes.” “Oh.” And he starts telling me about doctors and urologists that they have the numbers for, and I’m just lost, cause this is not the conversation I came here to have, and definitely not with him. I think he notices that I’m uncomfortable. “Is everything okay?” I look up at him, and motion towards my now cold pee stain on my jeans. “Oh, right. Sorry. Uhh, it’ll be just a couple more minutes. Be right back.” It’s been like 20, but okay. Sure. Nobody else is here. So I sit and wait. But sure enough, it was only a few more minutes. This time. He comes back with my prescription, but he puts something else up on the counter too. “I hope you don’t mind if we give you these. For being a loyal customer. And for your, ‘problem’.” Guy’s got a package of pull-ups on the counter. I feel like I want the floor to open up underneath me and just cast me into hell, so I’m not here. Anyplace but here. “Uhh, sure. Um. I’m a medium size in these.” He had put a large pack on the counter. I’m not sure why I’m accepting them at all, much less telling him my size. He apologizes and comes back with a pack of medium ones. He rings me up, gives me his discount on the pull-ups. I don’t have to pay a damn thing except my pride. I am quickly out of there. I come home, sit in the tub, and release my full again bladder into my jeans again, this time on purpose. I take a few pictures, clean up, and started typing. Sitting on the bed wearing one of the pull-ups he gave me now. Oh right. And here are some pictures. I hope it’s not too much for these forums or anything. Apologies that I’m still a little hairy for a gal. Also sorry that the front panties pic might be a little too “ballsy” to look like a woman in panties.
  2. View File Girl Wets herself in fear Hi this is my third video, its one of my favorites, hope you enjoy it. DESCRIPTION: This is a movie scene, on it a gorgeous girl hits a gang boss on his head, he gets angry and threated her whit a rifle forcing her to apologizes whit him, after he pretends to shot her and that makes the beautiful blonde wets herself in fear. CAUTION: The girl gets so humiliated, when the gang boys notice she has piss her shorts, they start to make fun of her and she runs out crying for the humiliation, i don´t want ofend anyone, if you dislike dont watch it, if you love beauty girls scared and wetting themseves on fear, you will love it. NOTE: My native language it´s not English, I´m sorry if i make some mistake writting. Submitter Goldenstorm Submitted 12/05/2013 Category Female videos Clothing
  3. View File Sorcerer makes girls wet her panties Hi guys and girls, this is the sixth video I upload, and is a great favorite too. DESCRIPTION: Like many of the animes has a really imaginative scenario, there is a school of magic, a small group (three girls and one guy) gets locked inside a sports warehouse, unfortunatelly (or not) one of the girls really needs to use the toilet, they can´t get out and the time keps going, in a momento the guy decides "to help" the girl in distress, and he use a enchantment to make the other two girls needs to pee with urge instantly too (I really, really wish to have that power! ) The result is three wet panties, not only one. Did I mention I wish to have that kind of power? WARNING: This video have partial nudity and some softcore action, besides some scenes are humiliating for gals in other ways, for example: the guy takes of the bra of another girl when she tries to fight him, and she ends exposed (her breast) in front of everyone, as I said before in other post I don´t want to offend anyone, if you dislike this kind of things please don´t watch it. ADVERTENCIA: Este video tiene desnudos parciales y algo de softcore, además de algunas escenas que son humillantes para las chicas en otras formas, por ejemplo: El sujeto le arranca el sostén de otra chava cuando ella trata de luchar con él, y termina expuesta (sus senos) enfrente de todos, como dije antes no deseo ofender a nadie, si no te gustan este tipo de cosas, por favor no lo vean. (This is the same of the last paragraph for the spanish friends of the comunuty) NOTE: I hope this post gets approved, I wish to edit the video, to put only the wetting scene, but I don´t know how to edit a video, and don´t have the apropiate software to do it. As always, sorry if my english is not quiet good. Submitter Goldenstorm Submitted 12/05/2013 Category Female Wetting
  4. A/N: Discrete or secret wettings are my absolute favorite kind. I had a messy year, a bad breakup and barely enough time to blink. I got the entire Dragon Ball Z series on DVD for Christmas and it made me so nostalgic. So I thought why not write a discrete wetting fic starring my favorite character? Here is the result. xxx Formal debriefings were the bane of Vegeta’s existence. He dressed for the occasion via his blue spandex like skinsuit, white boots, white gloves, white Saiyan armor with a codpiece and tassets and a cape to top it off. The cape was black on the inside and deep red on the outside. It fell to his ankles, signifying his royal roots as the prince of all Saiyans. Vegeta tapped the device suctioned to his ear. The tiny green screen over his left eye told him the time. He kept his scouter’s clock set two minutes fast. Damn. Not much time to achieve more than the appearance of looking fresh after hours in space. Getting word of the debriefing immediately after a mission made it all the more annoying. Vegeta scarcely had enough time to wash up, smooth out his flame shaped black hair, get into clean attire and make his way to Frieza’s boardroom. He spent twelve hours traveling in space via his attack ball and wanted to walk around a bit to stretch his legs. He hadn’t taken a piss in almost fourteen hours. His bladder had filled slowly during that time. While the urge to pee wasn’t urgent yet, the chilly temperature of the base made him obnoxiously aware of it. Why did he opt for the warm weather skinsuit instead of the more insulated cool weather one? Debriefings after landing were annoying for another reason: A lack of sleep. The cushy chairs Vegeta, Frieza, Zarbon and Dodoria got to sit in were comfortable enough to make him nod off if he got too bored. Falling asleep in debriefings was the height of rudeness. Vegeta stopped at a service station to grab a fizzy white caffeinated concoction with a vaguely fruity flavor. The high concentration caffeine content would wake him up. He finished it just prior to entering the large boardroom and chucked the cup into the vacuum trash sconce mounted inside the door. The boardroom had concave crystalline purple walls and a glossy black floor. Large conical light fixtures lined the mirrored ceiling to bathe the room with blue-white light. A black and gold marble table the size of a small closet was the room’s centerpiece. Four specially molded chairs denoted the head of the table. Lesser peoples’ chairs were positioned in rows starting six feet away from the head of the table. Vegeta’s chair placed him near the upper right hand corner. Right next to a whirring generator that ran the lights. Vegeta took a seat on the thick, plush cushioned golden chair made specially to his measurements. The ornate metal backing came halfway up his back. He swept his cape out from under him to avoid the satin getting wrinkled and plopped down on the velvety black cushion. Gaps under the arms of the seat gave his tassets room to spread out instead of bunching up in awkward positions. The seat itself rested atop a thick silver pillar. All other chairs had thinner cushions and were egg shaped instead of contoured to individual bodies. Vegeta was the only other person besides Frieza, Zarbon and Dodoria allowed to sit at the very head of the rectangular table. Not even the Ginyu Force got such an honor, and Vegeta loved rubbing that in their faces when Frieza wasn’t looking. The caffeine hit Vegeta’s bloodstream as others filed in. He went from yawning and struggling to stay awake to bright eyed alertness. Vegeta saw Nappa storm in. Not good, somebody had to wake him up to tell him about the debriefing and Nappa didn’t take kindly to that. He was huge, all muscles with a bushy Saiyan tail and undisguised displeasure on his aging face. Sweat beaded on his bald head. Behind him, bushy haired Raditz strutted along with a salacious swish of his Saiyan tail. He was huge too…all muscles, long hair and mischievous eyes. Vegeta often felt tiny next to them. Sure, he was shorter than average for a Saiyan, however it wasn’t by much. He acknowledged his fellow Saiyans with a nod as they took the two seats closest to the head of the table. Both Saiyans wore standard issue black armor over black skinsuit shorts. They just got seated when they were uprooted from their chosen spot by the obnoxious Ginyu Force. Those five jackasses annoyed everyone, and the only thing saving their lives was their disgustingly high power levels. Raditz and Nappa moved over, angrily protesting the whole way. Two more figures appeared in the door. Zarbon was the tall, pretty soldier with pale blue-green skin who wore his emerald green hair in a long braid. White and purple baubles dangled off his ears and adorned his forehead. His golden eyes scanned the room with an air of disdain that turned to hatred when they met Vegeta’s. Zarbon hated it when Vegeta wore his cape because he despised his own cape being upstaged. Next came Dodoria, the obese yet muscular pink alien covered in spiky knobs like some sort of coral. Blue Saiyan style armor adorned his stocky body. His beady eyes scanned the room too and the wheezing sounds of his heavy breathing became a growl when a panicked late soldier rushed into the boardroom to snag a seat. A long shadow with a sideways horn on each side of its head stretched across the floor. The commotion in the room suddenly died. From chaos to silence in a mere second. The shadow shrank and shrank. Hardly anyone breathed when they looked upon the reptilian humanoid making his entrance on delicate three toed feet. Frieza slipped into the boardroom with his chin up and his fists tucked nonchalantly behind his back. His long, armored tail swished behind him. It was absurd to see people quivering at someone tinier than Vegeta. He didn’t look powerful at all. He was four feet tall and scrawny, his compact dark pink body only vaguely muscular. That disgusting little creature possessed the ability to annihilate entire solar systems with a flick of his wrist. Nappa, Raditz and Vegeta knew this all too well because it was Frieza who destroyed their home planet. One cold glance of Frieza’s narrow red eyes was rumored to cause weaker beings to die of fright on the spot. Vegeta stood up to bow. Being diplomatic kept him in Frieza’s good graces. He hoped to stay there until the day he was strong enough to kill the little bastard. Frieza dismissed Vegeta’s bow with a careless wave of his manicured hand. The lights played off his shiny purple armor and horns. He was all black lipped smiles and his long reptilian tail rested gently on the floor. All his body language indicated he wasn’t in a killing mood. Not right then, at least. The weakest, wimpiest soldiers in the room shifted nervously. They were cannon fodder, often used as sheer numbers to overwhelm opponents like swarms of stinging insects. Their presence was a reminder of the order of the universe. Either someone was in the Planet Trade Organization, or they were dead. People who never heard of it usually ended up vaporized. Everyone sat when Frieza did. Now for the most tedious part of debriefings: Listening to soldiers or entire teams speak at length about discoveries. The PTO was an expanding business. Frieza liked to grab as much territory and resources as possible to keep competitors away. Three hours into the debriefing was the first time Vegeta regretted the caffeinated beverage. Now his bladder made its fullness known. A minor, yet annoying discomfort that kept stealing his attention. He shifted on his chair and rested his hands on his knees. A soldier with a thick, gurgly voice detailed the discovery of problematic black hole near a solar system Frieza recently conquered. Vegeta paid full attention to that report. It was the last one to get his undivided awareness. His focus kept defaulting to the growing ache in his abdomen. He rubbed his knees and leaned forward, hoping to at least appear like he was listening. Then he had to lean back and his first truly painful twinge froze him in place. Okay, sitting ramrod straight wasn’t going to work. He opted for leaning back on the chair’s backing, sighing in annoyance. Raditz texted him via scouter. “What’s with the squirms, Vegeta?” Vegeta pushed his scouter’s control button in a coded fashion and lied in his reply. “My scouter keeps getting feedback. It’s an obsolete piece of shit.” A shrug from Raditz was the only sympathy he got. Other people began displaying signs of discomfort. Nappa kept rubbing his stomach. He wasn’t subtle about his distress. Vegeta saw Frieza glance at him once or twice. The tyrant’s black lips tightened. That was dangerous. Vegeta texted Nappa. “Frieza noticed you. Stop squirming or you’re dead.” Nappa folded his arms over his stomach and sat still again. His malcontent reminded Vegeta of his own. The mild pee urges from his bladder were intensifying thanks to the stupid caffeine. Years of learning to mask all outward signals of pain and discomfort were the only thing saving him from the others noticing his increasing need for a bathroom. Three white haired people with beaks and mottled orange skin addressed Frieza via a simultaneous choreographed bow. Their presentation included holographic images of water geysers on a pockmarked moon. NOT something Vegeta wanted to see right now! His bladder gave an agonizing contraction and a thin dribble of piss escaped his soft uncut cock, which was propped upward by the fabric of his skinsuit. The warmth oozed down his shaft to his balls. More pain stabbed his abdomen. Instinct forced him to clench his muscles and keep hanging on through the painful bladder spasms. He jiggled his left leg a few times, occasionally tapping on his scouter to keep up the feedback charade because he was not going to risk getting killed for excessive fidgeting. An hour went by with Frieza’s lesser troops reporting back from their scout missions. Vegeta allowed himself a momentary scissoring of his legs to feign working out a cramp. He saw some other soldiers wiggling their legs and shifting their weight. He smirked when he saw ever flamboyant Zarbon frowning and showing signs of mild discomfort. Frieza looked totally unperturbed. His species didn’t pee because they shed most of their wastes through gas exchange while breathing. That was the problem behind such obnoxiously long debriefings. Frieza could not fathom the discomfort of needing a bathroom or why some people were able to wait longer than others. Vegeta’s pondering caused a lapse in concentration. His bladder contracted. The pain was intense like a too tight belt around his waist. A large spurt of pee escaped him the same time Frieza called his name. “Vegeta, what were your findings on planet Kale?” “The natives are weaklings and will be easy to eradicate.” Vegeta replied smoothly. He shifted subtly on the chair to plant his elbow on the armrest and lay his cheek against his palm. The pose gave the illusion of bored haughtiness. Misdirection was the only trick he had left. His bladder ached with another spasm. He leaked again, a thin trickle that hurt to clench off. He forced his limbs to look more relaxed as his torso got more tense. His voice remained steady, hinting at nothing of his agonizing inner struggle. “Preliminary scans suggest extreme geological activity near the south pole. There are plenty of carbon deposits to convert into fuel. The problem is that section of the planet is a vast ocean.” He gushed again, this time full force. He heard it hiss as he regained control and thanked the stars his proximity to the clunky generator powering the room lights covered the sound from everyone but him. His muscles were tiring. He dug his ass into the seat slightly in a final attempt to hang on. “It shouldn’t take more than a week of undersea drilling to get the best carbon deposits. I think -” Pain shot through him and he felt himself slowly dribbling little drops of pee. The individual droplets leaking through the opening of his foreskin tickled slightly as they soaked into the wet fabric of his skinsuit or ran down underneath his balls to wet the cushion he sat on. Trying to clench his muscles made it hurt worse. He did it anyway. Vegeta cleared his throat to cover the lapse in his speech. “I think we should get started before Kale moves too close to its sun. Summer is high tide for that area and it persists until autumn. The drilling equipment will fare better while the tide is low.” He hesitated through another twinge and expertly made it appear to be a dramatic pause. His pelvic floor muscles bore down. He shifted his weight a tiny bit to the right while making a sweeping gesture at the room. “We will have to move quickly. Kale’s summer lasts approximately two hundred days.” His bladder spasmed painfully and the slow dribble became a thin though steady stream. Vegeta halted his pee again by leaning backwards slightly. All without losing his mask of aloofness. More bearing down spasms caused him to tense his legs. He realized he was slouching in a most unprofessional posture and scooted his bottom backwards in the seat to sit up properly. “The south pole’s high tide coincides with summer. That will mean added water pressure and possible equipment malfunctions.” Piss suddenly exploded out of him in a turbulent ribbon shaped spray. Full force, totally uncontrollable. Warmth splashed back against his pubic hair and poured a tiny waterfall down his shaft to create a lake under his balls. The cushion got warm as it absorbed his pee and he realized it wasn’t going to patter on the floor after all. The gurgling hiss as his stream sprayed the fabric of his skinsuit sounded so loud in his ears, yet the generator behind him saved his dignity. Embarrassed, he kept talking without a hint of his situation showing through in his face or voice. “Winter is no better. The weather patterns freeze everything solid. Icy conditions will cause too much interference. Currently, it is springtime on Kale’s south pole…” The hissing noise waxed and waned as his muscles rhythmically bore down to help his bladder force the pee out. He maintained perfect composure, grateful for his armor codpiece, his cape and the cushion he sat on. He glanced around and almost couldn’t believe it. Everybody in the room was looking at him and not a single person knew he was taking the most torrential piss of his life right in front of them. “…and conditions are perfect for mining right now. The ores are the purest we’ll find in this corner of the galaxy. Therefore, it would be foolish to wait. Lord Frieza, I suggest you send your men to Kale within the next month. Kale’s summer will begin in exactly three months. It’s better to start early in case of unexpected issues during the mining process.” Hot wetness continued to saturate his crotch, ass and the cushion underneath him. He tried not to moan, sigh or close his eyes in relief like he was apt to do in the bathroom. “Well done, is there anything else you would personally like to add?” Frieza remarked. Vegeta, still peeing full force, steepled his fingers and shook his head. “No, I’ve said all I need to.” One more nod and everyone’s attention was off him. Vegeta relaxed in the chair, grateful to not be the center of everyone’s focus anymore. He allowed his awareness to turn inward on the sensation of wetting himself. The wetness, the warmth, the vibration and the sound made the experience strangely delicious. It took three more minutes for the piss spraying from his cock to weaken into a concentrated stream. His body stopped bearing down. He could have cut the flow off then, but decided to finish emptying because it felt so damn good to release nearly twenty four hours worth of piss. The gentler flow went on for another two minutes, diminished to a weak trickle and finally stopped. He couldn’t resist sighing to himself and pushing out the final few spurts. The hot lake he created under his balls soaked into the thick cushion. Vegeta’s entire crotch and ass were drenched. So was the cushion. Sitting in his own urine wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. Actually it got itchy after a few minutes. Being a little bit itchy was a hell of a lot better than suffering in pain. And, strangely, it was arousing to do something as taboo as wet his pants in a crowded room without anybody knowing. Caffeine was great for hiding urine smells and awful on bladders. Vegeta had to pee again in less than thirty minutes. By sixty it got painful. Ninety minutes was the point he had to concentrate on not relaxing too much because his muscles were all that held the flood back. His bladder and sphincter were exhausted from his unintentional marathon hold. Vegeta knew he wasn’t going to make it to the brief recess Frieza usually called during long debriefings like this. He readjusted to sit with his left ankle crossed over his right knee, his right elbow on the arm of the chair and his chin propped up on his palm. He inhaled silently, exhaled and relaxed. No dribbles this time, he went right to full stream just like he would in front of a urinal. The clammy half dry skinsuit material on his crotch got warm and wet once again. He sighed in relief, feigning aloof boredom while he peed as long and copiously as he did during his first accident. Except this time his muscles weren’t desperately pushing it out. The stream was smooth and fat without any turbulence to cause a hissing noise. It flowed effortlessly in its silent secrecy. He quietly reveled in the hot pee tickling his sac on its way into the cushion. All too soon his flow died to a thin trickle that continued for a delightful minute longer. He pushed with his stomach muscles to squeeze out the last few spurts. The cushion wicked the wetness away like soil sopping up rain. And not a single person around him knew he pissed himself twice. Another boring hour passed. Reports about different planets came in. One soldier had a terrible stutter, and Frieza blasted him to nothingness. That woke everyone up to full attention. Nappa resumed his grimacing and moving around. He wasn’t very subtle about reaching under his codpiece to hold himself. Vegeta had a clear view of his comrade seated next to Raditz and Reccoome. Raditz’s brow was knit with irritation. Captain Ginyu cleared his throat. He gave an elegant forty five minute speech about Kale’s moons, a not so subtle attempt to usurp Vegeta’s report to win Frieza’s favor. How laughably pathetic! Vegeta glanced at Nappa when he heard him grunt. The large, bald Saiyan leaned forward in his seat with his elbows on the table and his forehead resting on his hands. He looked around, frantic. Raditz nudged him and whispered something. Nappa only nodded, red-faced. He leaned forward again, longer this time with a focused look on his face. Cui started his report on a difficult colony somewhere in another galactic quadrant. Vegeta took his attention off Nappa to listen because he expected to get assigned to cleanse that planet of its population. Three more people followed after Cui’s thirty minute report. Frieza finally took notice of more than one soldier showing signs of urgency. He called a fifteen minute recess to let people who had to expel wastes go to the bathroom. It was practically a stampede for the door. Zarbon got out first and sprinted away. Dodoria pushed people out of his way. The Ginyu Force laughed and pointed to wet chairs and puddles on the floor. Vegeta had to pee badly again thanks to that stupid fizzy caffeine drink, but he didn’t dare get up in case the chair cushion revealed his wetting to all. He stayed seated and fiddled with his scouter to feign diagnosing the imaginary feedback issue. Let everyone think he had a bladder made of diamond, it was far better than them knowing the truth. He noticed fluid dripping from behind Nappa’s codpiece as the larger Saiyan stood by the table. Those slow drips became a steady, fat stream. Soldiers jumped away to avoid the expanding puddle at his feet. Nappa smashed his fist against the table in anger. He blushed as he walked towards the door. He was pissing full force and left a trail on the floor. Not only that, the foul odor and the bulge in the seat of his black skinsuit shorts explained his earlier behavior. His angry expression kept everyone else’s mouth shut. He stormed out while shooting glares at anyone who snickered. “Bladders are odd organs,” Frieza mused to Vegeta. He left the room without waiting for a response. Everyone else ran to bathrooms. Frieza usually got something to eat or drink. Before long the room was empty and quiet. Vegeta looked around to assure his solitude. He stood up to survey the cushion. The wetness wasn’t noticeable on the black material unless somebody touched it. He moved his cape and seated himself again, pulled his codpiece up to expose his lap and examined the damage on himself. The skinsuit fabric only looked wet when in contact with fluid. His ass was still wet from sitting on the pissy cushion. His crotch looked nearly dry. Vegeta laid his codpiece down, glanced around again and relaxed. His sore, tired bladder released its contents without a fuss. This time, he kept it to a slow trickle despite his body longing to push it all out as fast as possible. Frieza walked back into the room less than a second later. He tossed a food wrapper into the trash sconce. Vegeta pretended not to notice him. He kept on peeing as he fiddled with the buttons on his scouter. “Is your scouter still causing feedback?” asked Frieza, a brow ridge arched curiously. “Mmhmm. I think it’s a receiver issue.” Vegeta replied. He arched his back and stretched, which made his slow dribble become a strong spray. Frieza stepped curiously into Vegeta’s personal space. He swiped the scouter out of Vegeta’s hand. Then he held his chin between thumb and forefinger as he examined the exposed circuitry. “Hm. I hear it hissing. I heard the same noise earlier, too. Interesting.” Vegeta blinked. He was pissing himself and having a conversation with someone totally oblivious to how bladders and pee streams worked! “I didn’t think it was that loud.” Then he looked into Frieza’s eyes and pushed again, forcing the rest of his pee out in the biggest, loudest, fattest stream he could muster. His dick began to harden in response to doing something so taboo without being discovered. Frieza tilted his head and squinted at the scouter. It was comical, seeing a galactic tyrant unknowingly make a fool of himself. Vegeta folded his hands in his lap to keep his erection from shifting his codpiece out of alignment. He made himself a picture of innocence as his stream died away. “It stopped. Huh, odd.” Frieza crushed the scouter effortlessly in a tiny fist and hopped into his ornate seat. “You won’t be needing this anymore. The newest models will be arriving by tomorrow. Come to my office first thing in the morning. I’ll make certain you get a replacement.” “Wonderful. I look forward to it. The hiss was distracting.” Vegeta smirked as people began filing back in. Dodoria and Zarbon were first, followed by the Ginyu Force, Nappa, Raditz and the numerous weaklings that made up Frieza’s army. The debriefing lasted another two hours. Nappa wouldn’t look at anybody. Vegeta endeavored to not wet his pants a fourth time because he no longer had a scouter to blame for his discomfort or the hiss. His sphincter and bladder were so worn out that he’d once again become desperate. He made zero attempt to listen to the tedious reports being brought to the table because they wouldn’t concern him anyway. All his attention stayed glued on his aching bladder. He tapped his foot impatiently until Frieza declared the debriefing over. He bolted as soon as he heard the dismissal, making a beeline for his base quarters. “Hey, Vegeta!” Raditz called out. “Not now!” Vegeta walked briskly down the hall to his private base quarters. Every step jarred his bladder into aching distraction. “Aw, what gives?” Vegeta stood knock kneed outside his room as he keyed in his passcode. “I need to piss, I haven’t slept and I have a headache from hell. So, you have two choices. Either you leave me alone, or I crush your skull. Which is it?” The bushy haired Saiyan cocked his head and pursed his lips. “Suit yourself. Drinks later?” "No, I need to sleep.” The door slid open and Vegeta bounded through without caring what Raditz thought. His bladder spasmed and he doubled forward until the pain passed. He heard the door whir shut behind him and rushed to the tiny en suite bathroom which was all mirrored tiles. It was a whirlwind of action as he pulled the Saiyan armor over his head cape and all, yanked his boots off and removed his gloves. The blue skinsuit managed to dry completely, save for slight dampness around his ass. Vegeta glimpsed his reflection in the tiles. How pathetic he looked, all doubled over, crossed legged and clutching his crotch like a child. I wet myself in a public debriefing and nobody knew I did it. What’s to stop me now? It felt good to piss in my pants. That gave Vegeta pause. His dick was semi erect. It felt good to piss in my pants. He sat on the shower bench where one of the bathroom lights shone directly on his crotch. The cold, hard tiles increased his need. He instinctively tensed at another spasm. It hurt dreadfully and he groaned aloud, grabbing at his dick through his blue skinsuit as the first painful dribble escaped. He held on, wanting to again experience the sensation of losing control. It took longer than expected. Vegeta got up, paced around and seated himself again as more pains doubled him over. The bigger spurts started. Feeling the rhythmic squeezing and relaxing was bliss. He watched a glistening dark stain appear on his skinsuit and trickle down the length of his package. Leaning back sent his stomach muscles into vicious bearing down contractions. They were so painful that he let out another moan and sat up straight to relieve the pain. Piss exploded out of him with the same violence as the debriefing. Vegeta gripped the bench on either side of his knees and threw his head back, sighing audibly as his stream fountained through the skinsuit fabric with a thunderous hiss. Wet heat rolled along his balls to spread out on the bench. The advancing puddle surged past his knees to patter noisily on the tile floor. He moved his feet in the path of his piss waterfall and wiggled his toes in the flowing warmth. “Ahhh, fuck yes,” Vegeta gasped. He cut his stream to a slow dribble and stood up. His exhausted muscles refused to hold anything back. He started pissing full force again, sending ribbons of warmth down his muscular legs. He pushed, making it hiss louder. A huge, fat stream flowed straight downward between his feet. His hand found its way to his crotch. Feeling the power of his pee stream jetting into his clothes turned him on in ways he never knew possible. He peed for ages ‘til his stream died to a dribble. Next thing he knew he was rubbing his wet bulge vigorously until he fell to his knees in his own piss and came so hard he saw stars. He didn’t know how long he stayed curled up on the floor in tingling bliss. Hours, minutes, seconds? He didn’t care. He opened his eyes at the smell of his cum and piss mingling in air around him. He licked the pissy semen off his hand, noting its bitter saltiness, and stared at his reflection through the pee puddle between his knees. What did this mean? Being in wet clothes began to get itchy. Vegeta stripped off his filthy skinsuit and showered to wash all the piss and sperm off. He climbed into a pair of gray boxerbriefs and dumped yesterday’s clothes into the washing-drying unit by the toilet. They would be clean again and ready to wear tomorrow. Vegeta slept wonderfully, and when he woke lying on his stomach he noticed his bladder’s morning fullness. His cock was fully erect, so he freed it from his boxerbriefs and humped his bedroll mattress until he came. The moments after an orgasm always triggered mad dashes to the bathroom if he got off with a full bladder. But not this time. Vegeta stuck his dick back into his underwear, rolled onto his back despite the jizz stain, pulled the white kicked off covers up to his chin again and sighed. His first thing in the morning pees were always intense if he came before using the toilet. Laying on his back left him fully aware of how badly he had to go. Painful bladder spasms set off alarm bells in his brain to get up. He folded his hands on his stomach and relaxed instead of clenching. The flow started in a dribble when his erection began to soften and became a fat and powerful stream when his dick was completely limp. Morning pee always smelled strong and a little unpleasant, but the naughtiness of doing it in bed felt amazing. Why didn’t he learn how good this felt sooner? Vegeta closed his eyes as hot warmth vibrated his waistband. The fabric was soon saturated and the pee started enveloping his his ballsack and buttcrack. More skittered off his hips to wet his ass cheeks, the sheets and bedroll underneath. He rubbed his thumb up and down the length of his pissing cock through his boxerbriefs. The piss flow seemed to go on and on for a blissful blazing eternity. Vegeta didn’t wait for his pee to stop flowing. He grabbed himself through his pissy underwear and started rubbing furiously. His dribbling cock sprang to attention. A bright red sex flush darkened his cheeks and throat. He squeezed his eyes shut when the first quivers of orgasm shot through his abdomen. The sensation was just as intense as last night. He dug his head into his pillow. He chewed his lower lip, redfaced and groaning with wild abandon as his throbbing dick squirted thick stickiness into his wet boxerbriefs. Afterward he lay there, sweaty, panting, piss soaked and satisfied. Many minutes passed before he stopped trembling enough to leave his bed and prepare for that day’s duties. He smirked at how drenched his underwear were. They looked solidly darker gray and smelled awful. The washing-drying machine took care of them and his bedding. He got dressed after rinsing his lower half in the shower to get all the piss and cum off his skin. Nobody would ever know. xxx Vegeta picked his new scouter up from Frieza’s office shortly after dawn. He attached it to his ear and pressed the button to test it. It responded faster than his old scouter. Nice. “Oh, Vegeta?” Frieza hadn’t moved from his position by the huge concave window overlooking the desolate landscape. He twitched his tail, subtly showing agitation. “Yes?” Vegeta stood immediately at attention. He knew the tail meant trouble if he mouthed off. “Was your cushion wet when you sat down yesterday?” Shit, shit, shit! He thought quickly for an excuse. “Yes. I didn’t want to complain about it during the debriefing.” “You left rather quickly afterward.” “My apologies. Whatever got the cushion wet was burning my skin, and I had to shower immediately to make it stop.” Frieza waved his hand. “Hm. No matter, I think I’ve pinpointed the problem. Some of the dryer units are on the fritz again. I had your cushion sent for repeat cleaning and hopefully a proper drying. Fabric of such expense needs to be taken care of. Let me know if it’s wet next time. I’ll see to it the person responsible pays with their life.” “I will. Thank you, Lord Frieza.” Vegeta bowed and got the hell out of there. That was utterly terrifying and he knew he couldn’t pee in his pants during a debriefing again unless he found a way to keep the cushion dry. His fear melted away and he grinned as he slipped out of sight. Vegeta couldn’t believe he got away with it. Yesterday’s wetting experience awakened him to a new source of pleasure, one he hoped to experiment with in the future
  5. Watched a video on youtube called humiliation wetting hypnosis. It really works. I had to watch it 4 or 5 times but I completely lost control of my bladder. Make sure you drink a lot of water beforehand and in about twelve minutes you will literally wet yourself on command. It's like a magic power. All you need to do is say urinate and no matter how hard you try, you will wet uncontrollably until your bladder is empty. I tried it in a department store an wet my pants in front of a really cute girl that was working there. Gonna have alot of fun with this.
  6. So a couple months ago some friends and I met up at a local donut/coffee shop for breakfast before our 8am phycology class. I ordered a sausage egg and cheese biscuit with a large iced coffee to drink throughout class for the day, after finishing our meals we headed to the campus, I felt the slight urge to pee when class started but I figured I could hold it being that I only had classes that day till 12. At about 9:30am a sudden sharp pain filled my gut and I had a sudden urge to go #2 very badly, and by this time I had finished all of my coffee and had to pee as well which wasn't helping due to the pressure on my bladder. I squeezed and held my breath from having a Fecal incident in my pants during class. I waited till that class was over to go find somewhere I could relive some of the pressure before my next class. Forgetting that there were no bathrooms on my wing of the campus due to construction i would have to relive myself else where being I didn't not have enough time to make it across campus and back before my next class started. I went outside and looked around, there were some portal potties where the construction was and as much as I steer clear of those things it was my only hope and I was about to go in my pants. I went to the portal potties to find they were already occupied and had a long line outside of both of them, 10 minutes passed as I waited. Only 15 minutes left until class started and I was very desperate for a bathroom. I was about 6 people away from reliving myself as I looked down and saw 10 minutes till class started. I started to worry, but I was in luck being that the people in front of me were all male ( no offence to you ladies, just most guys pee a lot faster than females.) finally it is my turn and I walk in, only 4 minutes till class starts, no time to go poop, so I decided I would at least go pee and relive my bladder of some pressure... Well my body decided that wasn't happening, I went to push to pee and almost pooped my pants and I knew if I was gonna go it would have to be both. There was no time for that so I decided I would just have to suffer through one more class. I went to the class barely making it in before the professor closed the door. I sat in the back that day so nobody would be looking at me fidgeting around. The class seemed to drag on, my palms were sweaty and my face felt hot, I'm sure I was red of embarrassment because i had to go so bad even though nobody knew I felt like they were staring at me. After almost loosing control multiple times the class ends and I rush to my truck to get home fast. (Just about the whole east wing of the school were waiting for the portal potties so no way I was waiting) I jumped in my truck and took off as fast as I could to get home, driving on the edge of my seat clenching my cheeks and one hand on my crotch trying not to completely destroy my pants and seat. But as soon as I got on the interstate I hit traffic. Of course with my luck I hit traffic.( and if anybody know Savannah, GA traffic they know its horrible). About 15 minutes passed and I am now feeling sick to my stomach I have to go so bad. The traffic was at a complete stand still due to a semi tuck tipped over blacking all three lanes. At this point I gave up I knew I wasn't going to make it home still being 20 minutes across town with no traffic. I threw my truck in park and reach in the back, being in college I need to make some extra money so I basically uber people and I keep gabrabge bags in the back seat because if a drunk person threw up in my truck (which is very nice btw) I would probably loose my temper. I had planed on just taking my pants off and going in the garbage bag being that my truck is on a 9 inch lift kit and sits higher than most other cars and trucks no one would see my pants were off and ultamently o had to go so bad I wouldn't care if they saw me. But again with my luck we start to move again. So my whole brilliant idea was crushed. I laid the bag out over the seat and put another one partly opened under my butt to catch the urine. I figured I would try to just go pee being that I was sitting down now and it would be much harder to go poop. I adjusted and made sure none would get on my seats and I let go. A strong hissing noise arouse as I started to drench my shorts, the stream was so strong that it burned coming out and where my tip was it kinda made a fountain even trough my boxers and shorts. I could feel the wetness go everywhere, around the sides of my waist, down the front of my crotch and onto my butt. I didn't think it was going to stop it just kept coming out, the garbage bag was getting full for how it was sitting, I tried to stop the flow to adjust it but couldn't, I had already lost full control and my shorts that were once white were now a yellowish tint and see through to my blue boxers, I wast still going too. The garbage bag started to over flow luckily the other one I put on the seat kept it from getting on my seats. I sent for a good 3 minutes before gaining control and stoping the pee from coming out. As I got closer to home the urge to poop hit me again and I couldn't hold it anymore, I picked my butt of the seat to give enough roof and push a little. I could feel the warm mushy shit slide out into my boxers.. There was a lot of it too, i felt it starting to go between my legs and to the sides of my butt cheeks, once the creamy poop stopped coming out I slowly sat back down I could feel the poop go in every direction on my butt. About 15 minutes go by and I take the next exit ramp and take the back roads home. I got out of the truck cleaned up the garbage bag and went to go inside. As I went up the steps of my porch I lost control again and finished wetting my pants all on my front porch,tried to hold it in but the pressure was too strong, slowly working my way to my front door leaving a trail of urine on the porch. I opened the door and went to my bathroom, not taking off my cloths I got in the shower fully dressed and cleaned my self up. Thanks for reading guys let me know what y'all think and if something like this has ever happened to you.
  7. Hi guys this is my first post in awhile. so today it was really hot in my house becuase it's getting to be summer and it's always hot in the summer where I live. I was relaxing on the couch wearing only panties, bra, and a t shirt since it was so hot. I was watching YouTube when all of a sudden my bladder shot from not needing to go at all to 9/10. And then my butt had this pain that surged through. I knew I needed to pee and poo so badly but I was really enjoying the video. I decided to hold it. But that wasn't a good idea. With 10 minutes left in the video my butt couldn't take anymore. I clenched my butt checks so tight but it didn't help. The next thing I new the mushiest diarrhea I had every had started leaking out my butt. Then to make matters worse my bladder completely lost control. Pee shot through my pussy and out of my panties. In able to stop the poo and pee leaked out for almost 2 minutes. When hen this was happening I was laying on my couch. Halfway through my panties were already full. The poo leaked out the sides onto my butt cheeks and all over the couch. When it finally ended I sat there in the amazing warmth until the video I was watching ended. Then I went and took a shower. hope you enjoyed. This was a complete accident. I usually poop my self on purpose butt this time I had no choice. Now my poor couch is completely soaked and covered in diarrhea. Now on I will set off to cleaning it. Hope you enjoyed
  8. Hi guys, Last year I was sharing a house with four girls. Just saying, cool right? Well not always. Like this time I'll share with you now. It was a hot summer day, and I had been out all night (working) so I arrived home in the morning really exhausted. As always I went directly to bed for a few hours rest before classes. While at work I usually drink tons of water, I guess it somehow helps staying awake or at least makes me feel fresher, also is a good way to avoid headaches, to keep hydrated. I used the bathroom before leaving work, so I knew I didn't have to use it before sleeping, I wasn't even going to sleep that much anyway so as I said, directly to bed. suddenly I woke up bursting, like my bladder hurting but I was dead inside, half asleep and I though 'maybe I can hold a bit longer if I simply focus on resting' and I went back to sleep. I woke up a little later, and decided to go to the bathroom. I got up, every movement super uncomfortable, got dressed (as I said, only girls in the house) and went to the bathroom but before I got to my room's door, I heard the girl from the room in front of mine opening the door, walking to the bathroom, and closing the door - which was right in front of my room's door itself. 'OK', I thought, 'let's hope it's fast'. Then I heard the shower and I knew I was fucked. I mean, I was already into wetting, watching videos and reading stuff, but I had never had the experience myself yet. Apart from that one night out, but that was on a different level, the way I see it. So there I was, hopping for the best. And I gotta say, peeing yourself in a house you share with four other people isn't what you really want to do. Not me at least, given that I never told anyone about this fetish. I already knew our shower takes its time to warm, I knew she usually also took her time in the bathroom, so I knew I had at least a solid 45 minutes wait ahead of me. In all my discomfort I tried to find what to do, I turned on my hi-fi, my laptop and started working on a paper I had to get going, but sitting still wasn't helping on my bladder. At a point I was just walking from one side to the other in my bedroom and texting my girlfriend (now ex) explaining what was going on. She told me to pee in the kitchen sink - of course I thought of that - but it was a disaster, the whole week dishes were there and besides, if one of the girls walked in on me wetting in the sink they cook, come on.. it's probably not that cool. So we were just talking about this and then she said it 'look if you gotta go, don't be in pain, just go, how messy can that be!?' (she didn't know about my fetish yet, I actually used this situation to tell her after). I said 'I'm not just gonna piss in my room's floor' and she said 'don't, piss on the carpet by the bed and then you wash it' but I knew there was going to be a lot of pee and a carpet would mean nothing, I didn't want to get pee under my bed, that would be a challenge to clean, my bed was kind of stuck to the floor, the whole of it. Then I started feeling little drops of pee coming out and I grabbed my dick really hard (as I used to as a child - for later) and I have no idea how much time spent at this point, the 45 min for sure had. I texted her 'she didn't even stopped showering yet, I think I'm gonna piss myself, this is becoming unbearable' to what she responded 'just do, don't be in pain, go on a towel, at least half of it will be in your clothes and the rest won't escape from the towel'. And yes!! That was an idea!! I prepared everything just in case. But having her telling me to piss myself kind of made me horny (which actually eased the whole thing a tiny bit) so I asked (trying not to give me away too much) 'yeah, what would you even think of that!!?' and she told me that I kind of didn't really have much more options, as long as nobody saw me taking everything to the washing I should be fine, and as for her, she was having her fun with all that. Damn that got me going, but being discovered by my housemates wasn't an option and I heard the bathroom door. So as I wasn't so in pain any more because of my half boner, I still took the time to text 'she's out, going in for the kill!' and as I stood up I fell piss coming out of me. I grabbed my dick again, didn't dare to move, it suddenly got pretty serious. I was in my room, incapable of moving, crazy to go pee, and already with a patch on my shorts. As I tried to grab myself harder and walk to my door, I felt a bigger dis-control on my boxers and shorts and I stood still again. Now I was on my towels moving up and down, trying to find the strength to get to the toilet, and I probably just made it impossible with this movement, cause when I finally reached for the door with my already wet hand, having the other one grabbing my dick, my bladder completely gave in and a big stream of piss completely soaked my shorts and made a puddle on the floor. I couldn't really stop it, I was wetting myself beside my bed and my room's door. The towel were on the other side of the room (away from the bed and the door, for obvious reasons) and I walked to them, half wetting myself, half holding it in. Then I just laid on the towel and stopped trying to hold it in. I finally just let go and pissed all over. It took some minutes too. First, maybe because of so much holding, no idea, I couldn't control my pee but it was like it didn't want to come out either. Then I finally felt a firm warm thread on my shorts and shirt. The towel wasn't much of a great work either, my carpet was half wet, I had pee on my floor, and I decided to just lay there for a while until all was over and I laid until I heard nothing in the house. They all had left to work or classes and I had cleaning to do. I texted my girlfriend saying I peed all over myself and that I was going to clean it 'now'. She asked me for pics, I was wet to my neck, and told her why. She thought all of it was just hilarious. I proceeded to clean everything in my wet clothes and then jumped in the tub, jerked off and showered in my clothes (to give a pre cleaning, then I finished showering without them) apart from the pics I sent her, there are no other records of this, and as we're not together at the moment, she probably didn't keep them either. But I would be glad to share more of these stories. Eventually pics or vids, as I recently started to pee myself if my roomate (also a girl) is out for the weekend or something. You guys let me know if anyone is interested!! Thanks for reading.
  9. Hello again. This one will be allot shorter this time but I do have a photo of the aftermath. So basically I was really well on a online game and I really really needed to go but didn't want to leave.... Bad desicion. 10 minutes I started to leak heavily, the first leak was huge and soaked my entire inner thigh. Second one made it even bigger and and after that I wet my self fully. So here's the photo of me having an accident. Enjoy.
  10. Hey, So couple years ago I went out with some friends and as usual, you go out for coffee or a beer and that's it, you get home in the morning. We were just talking about girls and sports and beers and snacks, beer after beer as is the way of my people, which leads to a lot of peeing breaks. Finally we went to this club in town and after a while I really really had to pee. I was wearing baggy jeans, baggy enough at least, and I always wear baggy boxers. so I went to the bathroom in a bit of a hurry and they actually followed me thinking I was going to puke or something (to make fun of me, not the 'need help?' kind of group that I have). So I go and I enter the stall and I finally start peeing. All good. Until when I was going to put my penis back inside. I never took it out of my pants. Oh noooo!! So I called them to meet me in the bathroom, they were there, I let them in the stall, they immediately started laughing their hearts out. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I asked them to go to the wardrobe and get my sweater so I could at least tie it to my waist and pretend nothing happened until I get to my car. and there I was, alone in a stall waiting for my friends to get me my sweater so I could leave and yet I was feeling quite enjoyable of all that had happened there. And even though I felt really bad about coming out of the stall, I didn't about having just pissed myself. They arrived and my panic came back, about going through everyone, paying and finally leaving and getting to the car. It's a small town so kind of everyone knows who you are or at least has an idea. I tied my sweater to my waist and asked them to come with me to the door, one in front of me, the other behind, and they were just laughing and saying 'no one will notice, it smells like cigarettes and sweat, it's dark, just stay, it will dry and it will be OK'. So we made the try, we walked around the dance floor and actually no one seemed to notice anything. I decided to stay! I put my sweater to the side to see how far I could take it. I think a few people noticed it before it dried but no one seemed to care and one girl that i then believed noticed even came up to me and we were dancing, so either she didn't or I don't know. Bottom line is, it all went OK and it actually went so good I walked home (responsible driver) and had to pee again, really drunk, so I was hopping to get home, but not worried to not. And I didn't. At point I just thought 'why the hell not' and wet myself again. I never did a public accident again, but if anyone cares I have a few other experiences I can share!
  11. So I've been toying around with the idea of writing a fictional series on this website. With overwatch on it's way out, and all those characters to work with I thought it would be fun to do something with them. Let me know what you think, remember this is my first time really writing anything like this so be fair. If you have any ideas or requests for future characters I might write more short stories in the future. With that out of the way, welcome to the overwatch. Tracer's Little Time Problems Diary entry 2008 Hello everyone, Lena here! Today might be one of the most exciting days of my life, after all that training I've been put through they choose me for that flight experiment. As a little girl I always dreamed of becoming a member of overwatch, which in my eyes were like real life super heroes. After all these years of flight school I was offered something I could have never expected. These idols of mine actually want me to join! Wow right, I know! Well I mean to be fair I'm still going to be committing to my air training, apparently the overwatch scientist guys made this new aircraft called "the slipstream". It's gonna be kinda like that movie the fly, oh god hopefully without me turning into some sort of monster creature, haha. It's supposed to be so fast it's actually going to act as some sort of teleporter. If it works (and it better) we should be able to take that technology and maybe even warp it into something a little closer to the ground. Imagine it though, I'm going to be flying a plane where I could make it from the UK to America faster then you could say "bob's your uncle" haha. My mom's panicking like crazy, but this is overwatch. I trust these guys, I'm sure nothing will happen other then me going faster then lighting. Anyway, on the road. Cya when I break the sound barrier! <3 Diary entry 2008-2012 So I'm not sure what's going on, short version is I'm kinda stuck between realities. Whoops, I guess I am the fly. I'm stuck in this room, seeing time progress faster then I know what's going on, and while I write these few sentences it seems like days, maybe weeks are flashing by in an instant. The room seems nice, plenty of place to run around but I have kind of a problem. See I need to use the bathroom like mad, but because of the way time is moving I always feel like people are watching me. I can't go in this kind of setting, and even though it looks like most of the scientists have left Winston won't leave my side. Which I love him for don't get me wrong.... but it does create this problem. I can't tell what he sees, I don't want him seeing me... use the toilet. I'll update you loves, I'm out! Diary entry after the incident Winston is a doll, he found a way to anchor me to reality. He stood there for me, and he brought me back to the world that I have been desperately missing...... speaking of desperately when he brought me back I may have, accidentally, just completely wet myself in front of him. I had tears in my eyes and I couldn't tell if it was because of being happy or out of embarrassment. Thankfully he expected it, they have me a whole new outfit to wear and shower too. This outfit is something else I'll tell you, I love it. They got my old jacket from the air-force days but I look kinda like a colorful iron man with these skin type leggings. And more then that my favorite ape told me that I have the power to warp in and out of time at will. This isn't even a curse anymore, this is a superpower. The lab started calling me tracer, which wow I loved as a name. Winston did warn me of one little side effect from this whole ordeal, apparently my bladder has shrunk a bit after all the "time do what's it". Oh well no biggie, he says it shouldn't effect me in combat and I doubt it'll change anything. I can't wait to see what the future holds for me! Diary entry the very next day I had a dream last night where I was a member of overwatch, fought side by side with some of the greatest heroes the world has ever seen. But my dream became a nightmare, I guess I was thinking so much about the bladder part of the conversation it entered my dreams. I was fighting this guy who overpowered me, he had these like really strong arms and this big belly. Even if my time powers he catches me right, and holds me by the throat. I felt it then, out of fear all the wee I held in unloaded in my leggings. I felt it on my bum as the wee flushed through my clothes. I tried to warp back in time only to get caught again and wet myself all over again. I couldn't hold it and the man who was threatening me started to laugh at me. The rest of overwatch stopped fighting as the longest 20 seconds of my life occurred. I felt my hot pee go down through my legs and out the bottom but strangely my bum was wet too. The man attacked me and I woke up in a sweat, or at least what I hoped was sweat. In the real world I watched the cameras, I was still at the lab and there was footage of last night. I was in my pink pajama bottoms and one of my teeshirts that makes me feel so cute. In my sleep I had ripped my blanket off of the bed, into a ball that was held in my arms. It happened at 2 30 last night, starting crying. "No, please don't, no" I kept repeating, talking in my sleep. Then to my horror there it was, I started weeing in my pajamas. I kept crying, and turning in my sleep as i let myself go. You could see the dark stain from the liquid grow larger into it completely covered the underpart of my pajamas. The stain on the bed kept growing larger, as I kept crying in my sleep. "Oh god, no please no. Stop laughing, stop please". I'm usually alot stronger, hell in life I'm one of the strongest people you'll know. But that night I cried and peed like a small child. Not only that but I clearly time wrapped in my sleep, I wet the bed twice in a row. I talked to Winston, said it might be a short term side effect of the time warping, brain is going back to how I was when I was younger. Still for the next week or so.... I'd been advised to wear diapers....
  12. hi all i am looking for a videos that was posted herer awhile ago of a guy who pretends to take care of sick girls and while doing they have wet themslefs.. does anyone remember those videos?
  13. Here's a few ideas for those who are not very accident prone, but still get a kick from having an accident every now and then. This is certainly the case with me -- I am able to hold moderate amounts of wee quite well. I can get myself to the stage of having an 'accident' by simply holding it too long, but this is something I do quite consciously anyway. The biggest turn on is, however, when that happens a bit unexpectedly. So, I've got a few ideas inspired by those 'toilet un-training' guides, where the aim is to become completely incontinent. The aim of this 'training' programme is to allow you to have some accidental leaks or dribbles sometimes which could get your heart pounding but with a little risk of the complete embarrassment. The logic is very simple decide on situation where you would like to have an increased risk of an accident and whenever you get in this situation let a tiny dribble :) This is what I think is the most natural and easy: The standard problem of 'almost making it'. Whenever you enter a toilet let a little leak before actually going for a wee. If you can't go easily or have a shy bladder try maybe checking your messages and if there are any urgent emails on your phone. Do this whenever you go for a wee: home, work, restaurant. A little dribble will make no damage, but will help you develop a naughty habit. Same but when looking for your key when coming home :) When and if you wake up for a wee at night let a dribble before getting up :) and then the rule #1 applies when getting to the toilet I imagine such training can only have effect if done regularly for some considerable amount of time, like a month or so. I've been practising these simple rules for the last couple of days. I don't think it has any real effect on me, since the period of time is too short, but it is certainly a fun game to play anyway :) What do you think, guys and girls?
  14. Hello everyone ! This is the second fiction I wrote for Omorashi. It is, in my opinion, much better than the first. I wrote it in the first person ; whether the protagonist is male or female is up to your own imagination. Be warned that a part of the story may contain sexual elements, although they are mostly suggested. I also made my best to avoid grammar or spelling mistakes, and I apologize in advance if any of them escaped my cautious eye. Naturally, I would be glad to hear your feedback on the structure, style, and general appeal of the story. Happy reading ! Sunday, February 7th, 2016 Leanna's appartment I opened my eyes, and the concrete ceiling of Leanna's appartment stared back at me. I knew it perfectly, from the small cracks near the windows to the wires running along its edges. The bedroom was the main living space of the appartment ; its walls were tall, and the pattern of their dark bricks was only interrupted by heavy steel beams. We were lying on a floor mattress in the far left corner, opposite to the door and the kitchen area. On my side, a pile of architecture textbooks worked both as a sidetable and learning material. On Leanna's side, a wooden crate that once contained a decent bottle of wine held the weight of an electronic clock and a paper lamp. When the lamp was turned on, its metallic frame printed itself on the walls, and the soft glow maintained an atmosphere of safety and warmth ; however, it was seldom used. In the afternoon, the sun shone through the tall industrial windows on the wall behind the bed, and at night, Leanna always refused to close the blinds, for she preferred the neon lights of the street to complete darkness. A raindrop hit the window behind the bed, followed by a couple others. I closed my eyes and listened. A small ledge prevented me from seeing the sky, but I could imagine the clouds and the grey atmosphere outside as more rain drops were brought against the glass by sudden gusts of wind. The rain was enough to disturb Leanna's sleep ; her eyes still closed, she sighed and turned her body towards me, her right hand instinctively grasping my side. I could feel her breasts against my ribs and her regular breathing on my chest ; stroking her hair with my free hand, I watched Leanna fall back to sleep with the ghost of a satisfied smile on her lips. Her right leg rested over mine, outside the blankets. My eyes followed the curve of her thigh up to her hips ; anything above them disappeared back under the covers, leaving it to complete imagination. On an usual sunday, the room would be filled with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and chocolate chip pancakes. We would sit up against the wall, and Leanna would wrap herself into the covers to avoid the cold sensation of the bricks on her back. I'd stand next to the coffee machine on the kitchen counter while she'd be looking for a cartoon we could watch on her laptop ; I'd carefully bring the mugs to the bed, and she'd thank me without words ; she would simply run her finger through her fringe and smile. But today was an exception, a welcome exception. I placed my hand back on Leanna's shoulder, and her hand inconsciously grasped my side stronger for a brief second. I closed my eyes again, and let my mind walk the thin line between strange dreams and memories. What time could it be ? I didn't know. Sunday, February 6th 2016 George Washington Subway Station 13 hours earlier "Get in shape this year, don't miss out on our gym membership offers !" I looked at the colorful flyer the energetic young woman was waving in my face, and took the piece of paper with an ironic smile. "It was only a New Year's resolution, give it up already. You people are making me feel guilty." I commented. She had a genuine laugh. Most people liked coaches sporting six-packs, but preferred lying on couches drinking six-packs. "It's never too late !" she responded, as I climbed the last set of stairs leading to the street. Leanna and I lived thirty minutes away from each other. Since she was close to our favorite bars and nightclubs, I didn't mind coming over on Friday evenings to join her friends in their beer-fueled adventures. Most of them were also her classmates ; as her best friend, I had been introduced to them a few months before and quickly grew to enjoy their company. Leanna studied architecture ; although most of her classes taught modern urbanism, she was fascinated by old, industrial constructions. When she let her pen wander on a notebook page, it filled up with vivid dreams of old breweries and factories, intertwined in pipes and steel structures. Her appartment was a reflection of her taste : a heavy skeleton of iron and bricks in which she felt inspired and comfortable. I let the flyer join its peers at the bottom of a trashcan, and dialed her number. "Hello !" her tone was light and childish. "Hey, get ready to open the door. I'll be there soon." "Sure, but I hope you have the secret password this time." she said. I rolled my eyes with a smile. "Are you going to have me standing in front of the door again, going through every superhero name I know until I get the right one ?" "No, of course not." I knew the sentence wasn't over. "Today it's fish names." The old elevator of Leanna's building opened its doors. It smelled of rust and grease, but I was less afraid of an accident than standing awkwardly close to another person in such a small space. Luckily, there was noone to share it with today, and I reached the 6th floor without seeing a single soul. Leanna's door was directly in front of the elevator. I knocked twice. "Yes ?" a voice asked behind the wooden panels. "Sockeye salmon." I replied. My answer was met with silence. As I was about to come up with another aquatic creature, I heard the lock click. "Actually, sockeye salmon wasn't that bad." Leanna said with a wide grin, as she opened the door. "I'm flattered." I took her in my arms for a hug. Her appartment was messy. Dishes were piling up on the kitchen counter, and from where I was I could see empty mugs and bottles on every possible surface. Of course, the bed was never made. Still hugging Leanna, I grabbed a grey mug on the counter which separated the kitchen from the rest of the room. Pivoting on my feet with her still in my arms, I hit the power button on the coffee machine. "You junkie." she said. "Come on. You know I'm only here for the coffee machine." She pushed me back in indignation, and walked away in ficticious disdain. I smiled and threw my backpack next to the door. "So what's the plan tonight ?" I asked. "We thought we'd hit the Jazz for a while, and then move on somewhere else." Leanna threw herself on the mattress, and proceeded to repetitively throw a pen upwards and catch it as it was coming down. "Sounds good." The Jazz was a decent underground bar, where snobs could stress the way they wanted their drinks made and students could drink their way out of stress. The barmaid, Andy, was a reckless gambler ; under the right circumstances, a well thought-out bet could win anyone a free cocktail. "Alan's going to join us later, by the way." Leanna added. I grabbed my coffee and stood against one of the steel beams on the wall opposite to the bed. "I love this guy." I realized my tone sounded wrongly sarcastic. I honestly liked him ; he was the archetype of the overweight nerd, but a gold mine of useful information. "What are you wearing tonight ?" Leanna failed to catch her pen, and sat up with a weary look on her face. "I don't know, really." "Hey, we'll figure it out. There's plenty of time." I took a sip. "What about you ?" "Grey jeans, grey shirt." I said, nodding in direction of my backpack. We were both wearing cotton track pants. We often met with confortable clothing at her place, and reluctantly dressed in what we called our "social outfits" when we had to leave. Although I always felt self-conscious when undressing in front of someone, I had no trouble changing in the middle of Leanna's appartment. Our friendship was a safe space for both of us, a welcome release from the pressure to appear attractive to someone else. "Fifty Shades." she commented mockingly. I cringed at the reference. "Stop calling me like that, I said I'm not spanking you no matter how you ask it." I dodged the pen flying in my direction, finished my coffee, and opened my backpack to find my towel. "Alright, I'm going to take a shower." I said. "When are we supposed to leave ?" "Something like..." Leanna opened her laptop and checked the time. "Thirty minutes, I guess. But be quick though. I have to pee pretty bad." "Do you want to go now, before I get in ?" "Nah, it's fine." she said, captivated by her screen. I rolled my eyes and entered the bathroom. For some obscure reason, Leanna was always the first to signal her urge to pee, but consistently waited for the last minute to satisfy it ; on frequent occasions, she'd find herself praying in the line to the women's restroom. Unsurprisingly, when she attended last year's Halloween party disguised as a baby, her size 7 Pampers proved to be more than a simple accessory. The bathtub was cold as usual. I had a quick glance at the mysterious combination of soaps, hair products and mystical oils Leanna was keeping in colorful bottles on the edge of the tub. Her brown straight hair needed consistent care, and she didn't hold back on the means to keep them as perfect as she could. The water itself didn't get warmer than a certain threshold, and the only consolation I had was the thought of wrapping myself in my towel after the shower to stop the shivering. Leanna was used to it ; I had never heard her complain about temperature. I exited the bathroom fifteen minutes later, before throwing my clothes on the bed. Leanna was standing in front of the kitchen bar with her legs crossed, browsing Tumblr on her laptop. One of her legs was bouncing repetitively ; when she heard me behind her, she turned around, and I noticed she had put on a pair of grey pants. My pants. "I swear, you don't realize how comfortable your jeans are." she said, stroking one of her legs. "Well, that's convenient." I replied, faking annoyance. Seeing her in my jeans was sexier than I would admit. "No, really. I think I'm going to keep them." "And I just have to sit there like a Victoria Secret model ?" "Exactly." she agreed with a childish grin. I sighed, and lay down on the bed. However, the presence of a small object under my spine caught my attention. I examined the metallic intruder, and realized it was her phone. Leanna and I never shared details of our conversations with love interests, unless we were puzzled by a certain situation. Outside of that, I often wondered about the way she flirted by text. Looking back on it, I must admit that a part of my curiosity was sheer jealousy. I unlocked the phone, and looked up at Leanna. She was staring at me. "Don't even think about it." "In my defense" I started, "I..." "No. No, no, no." In a few steps Leanna was by the bed, negociating for her phone. Had she used her serious tone of voice, I'd have immediately given it back. But for some reason, I did not believe she wanted me to. "Come on, give it back !" she implored with a half smile. "Or what ?" "Or..." her eyes wandered around the room for something she could threaten me with. I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Or ?" "Or" she took a confident stance, hands on her hips. "I'll pee your pants." "You..." I burst out laughing. "That's all you found, really ?" "So you don't believe me ?" "I believe you should go to the bathroom right now, before you actually wet them by accident." I grinned and opened the Messenger app. "Alright, you know what ? Do what you want. You always do anyway." she stepped back against the kitchen counter and crossed her arms, still looking at me. Ignoring her frown, I opened her conversation with an unknown person named Charlie. As expected, it was a long repartee of snappy remarks and random humor that Leanna was so proficient at ; Charlie sounded like a detached person, yet very respectful of grammar and punctuation. I would have kept digging for more information if it wasn't for my peripheral vision ; Leanna had been standing still for a good minute, and it didn't take me long to figure out what was happening. Her stare was cocky, and her crotch was damp. "Leanna, are you really..." My arms dropped. Of course she was. The wet spot extended down her leg in successive bursts, expanding into every fold it encountered ; the pattern grew longer and longer, all of its branches inevitably leading to her feet. I sat up without regard for the phone, witnessing an event so unexpected I couldn't react. It was happening right before my eyes, and right into my jeans. "Oh my god, I... I can't stop..." As she realized she was losing control of the situation, Leanna's confident expression melted into a fusion of shame and terror, and her upper legs came together in a weak attempt of control. All branches of the pattern joined each other while she brought her hands to her crotch ; a continuous stream started dribbling from her joint knees, and for a long moment she stood still, unable to stop herself despite her best efforts. The constant hissing sound became intermittent, then finally faded out, leaving us in complete silence. When it was over, Leanna didn't move. Her eyes met mine in an instant of confusion ; she seemed frozen in place. I stood up. "Leanna, you know I kind of needed those jeans tonight." "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." she brought her hand to her mouth. "I didn't mean to..." "Well, you never give up, I'll give you that." I said. In an instant, the cocky young woman had turned into a helpless little girl. For an unknown reason, seeing her in such a weak position aroused me, and I was overwhelmed by the need to take care of her. "Come on, let's get you out of these pants." I carefully unbuttoned the jeans while Leanna put her hands on my shoulders for stability, and pushed them down, helped by the movement of her hips. Still silent, she lifted her right foot to help me remove the wet denims ; after a failed attempt, I crouched to help her ankle get through the leg, and couldn't help but notice her black panties were completely soaked and sticking to her skin, underlining her most delicate features. I looked away, trying to forget that thought, when another struck me. Had she been doing this on purpose ? Why did she always wait to use the bathroom until she was desperate ? If she didn't want me to look at her phone, why didn't she simply take it from my hands ? "There we go." I stood up. Her hands were still on my shoulders. "Leanna, did you..." I was looking at her breasts. She was looking at me. "Did you do this on purpose ?" She hesitated. Her eyes were guilty, yet sublimed by an undecipherable excitation. "Maybe." There was a moment of silence. She pressed her lips against mine, and my hands reached for her hips out of sheer instinct. The kiss was so passionate, so ardent, that I had no other choice but staying in the moment, savoring every single touch and every single breath. Every thought I could've had about crossing the line between friendship and sex, or the fact that I was aroused by her accident, was suspended by the strength of the instant. I could feel the warmth of her skin where it touched mine. I could feel her wetness against me. Our movements brought us back to the bed, and Leanna fell in the middle of the sheets. Her loose tank top revealed a part of her black laced bra ; I helped her remove it, and our lips connected again, our chests pressing against each other in passion. Guided by an overwhelming primal instinct, I made my way down, covering every inch of her smooth skin with delicate kisses, stopping at her lower belly to admire her graceful figure ; the neon lights from the outside sublimed her curves like the paintbrush of a genius, lighting up the path for my touch to follow, and soon enough I found myself caressing the inside of her thighs with my lower lip. Everytime I made contact with her burning skin, she gasped in expectation, and the closer I came to her sex, the tighter she wrapped her legs around me. I let the warmth of my breath tantalize her, until her hands forced me against her and her legs locked me in, her hips rocking, lifting and descending with each wave of pleasure. Sunday, February 7th 2016 Leanna's appartment She moaned. I opened my eyes again, and noticed Leanna was awake. She looked up at me and smiled, hugging me tighter. What was going to happen next ? I didn't know. - Thanks for reading !
  15. To give you guys some background, I will start telling what caused me to pee my pants. Since Friday I set a goal for myself to become more fit and to eat a little more healthy. So I decided to drink at least 2 litres of water a day. I started early in the morning with a big glass of water, grabbed myself a 0,5 litre bottle for the road and headed of to work. I will not get into detail with the first part of my day, because otherwise the story would be way too long, but I will give you a short resume. I work as a speech therapist and I give those sessions in schools or I go to the people’s houses or I work in my office with my collegues. Anyway, Friday’s are always long days. I start working early and always have to drive around in my car a lot, from one place to another. I sometimes feel like I’m living in my car. When I’m working, I’m normally not drinking that much, because I find it kinda embarrassing to ask my patients if I can use their toilets while I’m working in their house. So I rather hold it. I have a stash of diapers in my car and I often use them. Sometimes I put them on before I go to work or sometimes I put them on in my car when I’m in desperate need. Wearing a diaper to work, I do that with an average of once a week, but I do it more because I enjoy the feeling than because I actually need it. I mean, I can manage my toilet breaks and when I pee in the diaper, it’s often on my way back home, because I think it’s a waist not using a diaper what it’s designed for. Anyway, I’m dwelling. Since I’m not used to drinking all that much water, my bladder ofcourse reacted. I drank the water at a steady pace, drinking from my bottle and refilling it constantly. The morning was rather calm, but in the afternoon I had to work way more. So I decided to wear a diaper, just in case of any emergencies. During the day I have been desperate more than once in front of my patients. Tugging my pants, shifting weight in my chair and crossing and uncrossing my legs. When I came home in the evening I counted the times I had peed during the day: 10 times of which twice in the diaper while I was waiting in my car to go to the next patient. I undid myself from the diaper and wore my normal turqoise panties again. In the evening I met up with my best friend to go to a pub and have a chat. I already drank 1,75 litres of water during the whole day, so I had almost reached my goal. No giving up now. I ordered two waters during the evening while my friend was having some beers. Knowing I had now drank more than 2 litres of water, some soda in my lunch break and some soda during dinner, my bladder probably had to deal with more than 3 litres of liquid during the whole day. At 00.15 I started to get desperate. The desperation came all of a sudden, while my friend was having a serious conversation, Thinking it would be rude to interrupt her, I just started shifting around in my chair again. I glanced over to the door of the bathrooms and right next to the door, I saw an ex collegue of mine. I had had a long day and I was getting really tired, so the last thing I wanted to do was pass by him and have some smalltalk. Sounds rude, but I really wasn’t in the mood for that, so I just waved at him. I thought I could manage to hold it until I was home, because that wouldn’t take much more time. We were both getting tired. Just as suddenly as the desperation started, it dissapeared again and felt much more at ease. Around 00.45 we decided to go home. I had to drive my friend home, a seven minute drive. About halfway, we said how much fun it was to be able to spend our time like this: talking to eachother while driving into the night with the music out loud. My friend joked about making a detour or driving somewhere else to prolong the moment. Me, being the good friend, I immediatly slowed down the car and took a sharp right turn into another street. Thus started our detour! But maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. We drove around for about 15 minutes and joked around. When we were about three minutes away from her house, the desperation reappeared. You know how you have these two kinds of desperation? The one were you can feel your bladder’s really full and it aches a lot and the one were you can feel that the piss is already in your urethra. It was the latter that hit me. We were still in our detour and I immediatly felt I wasn’t gonna be able to hold my pee for a long time. This was not good. I asked my friend if I could turn around and head home. She said it was alright. I started speeding like crazy. My friend knows about my fetish, so I was really embarrassed and I didn’t dare to start doing a pee dance in my car or pushing my hands between my legs to hold myself. She knows how I secretly enjoy this and I didn’t want her to make a comment about it. Instead I only pressed my legs together as hard as I could. I was getting really nervous. My eyes flashed outside, looking for a place to pee when I dropped her off. But we were in the middle of the city, so no way I could just pee outside. Knowing I wasn’t gonna be able to hold it, I just hoped I would make it to her house so I could just let go when she stepped out of the car. The moment I pulled over to her driveway, I felt a huge spurt dampen my panties and dripping down toward my butt. I pressed my legs some tighter. All I could hope for was my friend getting out of the car really fast, but instead she opened the door so so slowly while still talking. Another spurt found it’s way out of my bladder. She stepped out of the car, looked over and said goodbye. Another spurt. My legs were shaking, my hands making fists. Pee was pooling between my legs. Luckily my pants were black, so my friend wouldn’t be able to see what was happening. The moment she closed the door and waved, the gates opened. I glanced over at my lap while putting the car in reverse, and I saw the wetness spreading all over. No matter how hard I tried, my muscles wouldn’t tie up and I just couldn’t stop peeing. I gave up the fight and gave in to the feeling of my warm piss spreading all over my legs and my butt, before being absorbed by the carseat. I rubbed my hands between my legs and over the wetness. 30 seconds later I finally stopped peeing and I drove home sitting in my own piss. When I parked the car in front of my house, I put some more pressure on my bladder and started peeing again. I was amazed by the amount of pee I could still let go. More wetness, more rubbing. I was enjoying this way too much. I opened the front door, hoping I wouldn’t run into my parents or my sister and quickly went upstairs. After undoing my wet pants and panties, I pulled a diaper out of my closet and put it on. I was so arroused about what just happened. After blowing off some steam and before going to sleep, I downed another big glass of water, just to make sure I had to pee in the middle of the night so I could use the diaper instead of the toilet. And so I did. This was only the first day of me trying to stay hydrated. I wonder what the next days will bring ;)
  16. Me and Matty love watching movies and quite often have movie marathons. Partly because of our love of movies but mainly because we are the kind of people who can’t watch one movie in a series and then watch the others at a later date. If we watch one film in the series we have to watch all the others. Most of the time it is pretty easy as a series has two or three films so we can watch them all in a day. However sometimes we plan movie days when we decide to watch series like Harry Potter or Star Wars with a full day's worth of films to work through. The other evening we were looking for a movie to watch and whilst scrolling through the horror genre we noticed Saw 7 (or Saw 3D, whichever you prefer) and we commented that we hadn’t seen the Saw films for a while. We went to see the seventh film when it came out in the cinema and haven’t seen any of them since. We had nothing to do on Thursday so we decided that we would have a Saw marathon. We looked at the run time and to watch all 7 it would take just shy of 11 hours. When I woke up Thursday morning we had breakfast and then we put all 7 films on a playlist and then made a nest on the couch with our duvet. Matty brought snacks and I asked for a cup of tea. He brought me my tea and then put a 3 litre bottle of water and a small whisky tumbler on the couch. I looked at it then at him and he put on his Jigsaw voice and said “I want to play a game”. He pointed to the bottle of water and said “The rules are as follows, until we have finished watching all the movies the bathroom is off limits and whilst watching the movies every time a person dies you are going to fill this glass and drink it….your goal is to keep your knickers dry”. I giggled and happily agreed to the game. I was looking forward to the double challenge. Holding until the films were over which would take 11 hours and not knowing how many deaths there were thus not knowing how many glasses I would end up drinking. The glass was 100ml so throughout the day I could end up drinking a lot but I knew because it was spread out over time my bladder would fill slower than when doing rapid desperation. We sat and we started watching the first film about half 9. It finished at about quarter past 11 and throughout the film I had 7 glasses of water. We immediately moved onto the second film and throughout that one I had another 7 glasses of water. The second film finished at roughly quarter to one and I was starting to feel my bladder beginning to fill. The third film started and lasted until quarter to three. Over the course of those two hours there were ten deaths which meant 10 more glasses of water. Matty went to make us both a sandwich and brought us both a cup of tea which I slowly sipped after eating my sandwich and we started watching the fourth film. We finished the fourth installment at quarter to 5 and the film added another 10 glasses to my bladder. As the fifth film started I was starting to feel a little desperate as my bladder filled with the tea and water and throughout the film I kept shifting around as I kept getting urges. By the time the fifth film was over I had added another 6 glasses to my bladder and I was starting to feel really desperate. I could no longer ignore the need and was squirming and wiggling in my seat. It was now half past 6 and I knew we had roughly 3 hours to go and god knows how many glasses of water. We started up the sixth film and throughout the whole movie which took us to half past 8 I was squirming and wiggling non stop and by the time the credits finished I was absolutely busting for a pee and was almost wetting myself. I knew I could hold for a while longer but was unsure whether I would make it to the end of the film. The sixth film had added another 13 glasses (four in quick succession) which really didn’t help my bladder and was the reason I was squirming and almost wetting my knickers. The last film started and I sat squirming and bouncing uncontrollably as my pee hole throbbed and trembled under the pressure of my bladder. As the film went on I ended up drinking 10 more glasses and about half way through the film I was sat on the edge of the couch rocking back and forth and opening and closing my legs. There was a moment in the film where 3 people died and then 5 people were poisoned and I knew if I even had to drink one more glass I would burst and soak my knickers in pee. He let me off and said I didn’t have to drink anymore. Now all I had to do was wait until the end of the film. As time passed I got more and more desperate and I got to the point where I felt like I was seconds away from exploding and peeing everywhere but I had to keep holding. My desperation continued to increase and I honestly didn’t know how I was still holding, each wave of desperation that hit me I felt like I was going to burst . Somehow despite my aching bursting bladder pushing hard on my pee hole I continued to hold. A combination of wanting to watch the end of the movie and the challenge of holding until it finished I think is what was keeping me going. With 15 minutes of the film left I started dripping into my knickers with each wave of desperation and they gradually got bigger until they turned into leaks. I was sat right on the edge of the couch with my hand pressed hard against my pussy in an attempt to keep my pee hole closed. The leaks continued to escape as the pressure got so intense and my knickers were getting so wet. With like 5 minutes of the film remaining the leaks turned into spurts and they were uncontrollable. Each spurt shot out of my pee hole and soaked into my knickers. The desperation I was feeling was so intense and I literally felt like if I moved I would explode. The final moments of the film occurred and I was sat begging it to hurry up. Finally the screen went black and the first credit showed up. I moaned out and went to stand up when Matty grabbed me and pointed at the countdown timer on the screen indicating it wasn’t finished yet. I moaned out in desperation as my bladder screamed in protest but the intense desperation and trying to keep holding was such a turn on. My hand went into my knickers and rubbed against my pee hole as I bounced like crazy watching the timer slowly tick down. My fingers kept getting wet as spurts escaped and shot over them. I was practically wetting myself where I sat and it was taking every ounce of concentration and determination not to do so completely. Eventually the screen went blank and I stood up. The sudden impact of gravity made me spurt and I thought it was over. I managed to stop myself losing all control but now I was stood up the desperation and overwhelming need to release my pee was so much worse. I slowly shuffled and took baby steps towards the door with my hand jammed between my legs and pressed hard against my pee hole. I reached the door and walked out into the hallway and when I looked at the stairs I just knew that there was no way I would make it upstairs without wetting myself. That thought alone made me lose a 3 second spurt and it splashed onto the floor below me. I bent over and squeezed my legs hard together around my hand. I looked around frantically trying to think of something before I completely flooded the floor. I suddenly had an idea and shuffled my way into the kitchen losing leaks with each little step. I moved over to door to the utility room and quickly grabbed the mop bucket from the side of the washing machine. I placed it on the floor and its like my bladder knew that relief was so close as she starting contracting like crazy causing me to leak and pee to stream down my legs. I frantically to pull my knickers down but I couldn’t without removing my hand and removing my hand would result in me losing all control. With my spare hand I pulled my t-shirt out of the way and in a quick motion I sat down on the bucket and the moment I took my hand away my pee hole burst open and a massive torrent of pee came gushing out. My knickers were soaked through within seconds and the sound of the strong stream hitting the bottom of the bucket was so loud. I moaned out as relief washed over my body that was absolutely orgasmic. The stream kept coming and coming and it felt like it was never going to stop. I couldn’t breathe properly it felt so good. The relief was so wonderful I felt on the edge of a massive orgasm and the feeling of pee gushing out of my pussy was adding to the pleasure. Once the stream died down the desperation to pee was replaced by a feeling of desperately needing to cum. My pussy was dripping with arousal and needed release so badly. My pee hole was aching from holding for so long and I had to rub her to ease the aching sensation. However I wasn’t prepared for just how turned on I was. I slid my hand into my knickers to rub my pee hole and as I did my palm brushed against my clit and without warning pleasure surged through me and I had an explosive orgasm. The sudden explosion of pleasure made me fall off the bucket and left me lying on the floor trembling and shaking and clutching my throbbing burning pussy. The pleasure continued surging through me and eventually after a couple of minutes it died down and I was left with a wonderful warm tingly feeling. I suddenly realised Matty was stood in the doorway. I smiled at him and he just shook his head and said “erm….well….erm...ya know….WOW!!!”. I giggled and he helped me up. I emptied my bucket down the drain and went and flopped back on the couch. We ordered take away and after eating I was still insanely horny and we spent the rest of the night enjoying my soaked knickers together ;). That was the most intense desperation I have ever felt and the most wonderful feeling of relief. In retrospect its not surprising as throughout the day I had two cups of tea and the equivalent of 1 pint an hour throughout the movie marathon. I am surprised I held all that for so long. The power of wanting to watch movies is stronger than my bladder :p
  17. First time posting. I'd love to get some replies. So I didn't plan on holding it that evening, but I was on this site looking at the message boards and got distracted. Next thing I new I had to pee. I decided that even though it was a day off from holding for me (I do 2x a week normally, otherwise I always feel like I have to pee) I wanted to do so. I was really turned on from all the posts and my sexting buddy wasn't responding to me. Turned out he was sick. So I decided to still do it and film it and show him later. A wet present that he would love (he did, said it was amazing). Once I decided to hold, I started with my first 8oz glass of water. I gulped it down and then went back to reading fanfiction. I have a favorite Harry Potter fic on fanfiction.net (Summer with Snape by Severus Draconis Potter https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8447966/1/Summer-with-Snape) a non explicit story but I still love parent!Snape! Then I drank another 8oz glass of water over the next 30 minutes. Right then I was really starting to feel the pressure on my bladder. I stayed sitting and was super turned on. I had been holding for about 6 hours now, only 1 intentional. I decided that I wanted to hold until I couldn't anymore and really wanted to pee myself uncontrollably. Normally once my guy has gone and gotten off he will allow me to piss myself, but normally I could hold it longer if I pushed myself. Now I live with roommates and needed to set up something in my room. I'd just washed a bunch of towels, some which I had wet and didn't want them to see me washing more. I decided to do something different. I have a hard plastic trashcan. I took out the trash (long walk that was so hard to do so, once I stood up it got 10x worse). I put in another clear bag and decided to wet above it. I put on my favorite panties to wet in (They have a huge rip in them so they are perfect for playing in after). Then I drank one last glass of water, it was really hard, my bladder didn't want to take more. I was feeling ok when I squatted above the trashcan, but I started to feel it once I squatted. I was trying to get my phone set up so I could record it for sexting buddy. Then I felt a small burst come out. I gasped and held my breath and that was the totally wrong thing to do. With that a torrent of pee started coming out of me. I tried to stop it and record, but it happened way to fast. I normally release really slowly, but this was the Niagara falls of peeing. After it ended I took some pics to satisfy my guy. I pulled the panties off and then used my vibe to cum. It was one of my best releases yet. Clean up was easy. I have a sink in my room so I dumped the pee in that and then threw the trash bag away. Telling the story to my guy was the biggest turn on ever. He wants me to try to recreate it next week hopefully so he can watch. Comment please!
  18. Hey I'm new to this so sorry for any mistakes or the story for being too long or too descriptive. Basically I'm slim young guy (age 20) and I never have any body hair. Clean shaved. How the story starts. I've recently just moved into my own flat for the first time and I decided to start going to the gym and start swimming. So I went out and got stuff for the gym and swimming for example compressed running tights and top shorts and I got a n expensive swimming breif as well. So the next day came around and I got up a 7am to get an early swimming session since it would be emty. So as I was starting to get ready to head over it just came to mind that I had so much water to drink the day before since I left the heating on full blast while I was out getting clothes and swim wear the day before and when I came back it was boiling so I tuned the heating off and got a couple of 500ml bottles of water to drink. I didn't want to open the windows to let out the heat because within 2minutes of the windows being open it would be beyond freezing since its winter at the minute and I live in a wintery country so that was not an option. But anyway drank both those bottles and then another two after that then watched a movie and went to bed. So back to the story. As I was packing stuff into my sports bag and getting clothes to wear (still naked at the time) got every in the sports bad and I was really starting to get desperate now like badly. Started to get my clothes on when I noticed that I forgot to put my swimming breif in. Then I thought I'll just wear them under my jeans so it less hassle getting changed in the changing room. Now before this story go's any further that I would like to say that I've never wore any type of tight sports clothing before its always been like normal loose swim shorts or running shorts etc. I was quite nevouse wearing a low raise multi coloured swimming breif since I knew it would show off what I've got and I would be 99% naked but I wanted something to wear down that line since it would be allot better for doing lenghts in the swimming pool. So anyway I put them on I was not expecting them to be that snug, they fitted me perfectally but this is when I got really nervous, I look down and noticed after sorting everything out I had quite a big package at the front and yeah basically you could see what I had down their very easily from a mile away and then I started to panick cause I could feel that I was getting even more desperate and I wasn't sure if I could even wear this when everyone could see what I've got so easily but I convinced my self that no one would be there so I would be fine. Back to the story So after all of that I was still wearing my swimming breif and looking for my jeans that I was planning on wearing, found them and as soon as I tried to put them on a wave of desperation hit me a very tiny bit came out. I looked for damage but it was that tiny that nothing was showing so I started to get ready FAST. I got my super skinny pale blue jeans on and the rest of my clothes, gabbed my sports bag oand headed to the gym. I didn't want to stop and use the toilet at my house I was too focused on getting the swimming pool and getting back before anyone started to come and use the facility's. The gym was on a 2 minute walk away from my house so that was lucky for me. As I was walking over my desperation was a 8/10 getting to that stage where my musules wear starting to give up on stopping my self from wetting my self, and as I was walking over I noticed the my jeans are so tight on that the lining of my swimming breif wear showing through so everyone could see I was wearing breifs underneither my jeans. As I was about to start walking up the sairs to get to the gym entrance my musels gave was for a second and a big stream came out for a second, I panicked like hell managed to stop it and look at what damaged has been done. To my luck nothing was showing through but I could feel between my legs since wearing a low raise swimming breif it tucks your stuff almost between your legs so the part of the swimming breif that go's right between your legs was now damp and at this stage I was at a 9/10 for desperation, getting to that stage where you know you've got less than 5minutes before you have an accident. Also I remembered that I've never had an accident before and I didn't know what to do if it happened. So I managed to get in and get to the reception and I asked for a month pass (since that gets you into the gym and the swimming pool for free after the purchase of the month pass) and I looked up and their was a stunning woman about the same age as me (teenager age) and she said yes that's fine let me get you the forms for you to fill out. Completely forgot about the forms that I would need to fill out. So I started to fill them out and I was getting to the point of where leaks were going to start coming out. And I was correct soon as I started all I could feel was small medium and large leaks coming out for a minute straight when filling out the forms. After I finally managed to get myself under control I looked down and I got a fright when I saw a small wet patch on the inner part of my left leg. After another 2minutes of forms this is where I knew I was in deep deep trouble. My musels gave way and a small steady stream started to come out just as I filled out the form and she took it away to get me my pass and I way trying everything to get myself under control but I couldn't. It was quite a small stream so it was taking forever to come out since I was wearing tight swimming breif and super skinny jeans. She came back and she started to go over the features of the pass the dams burst full force and I could feel it all running down my left leg and the left leg of the Jean starting to get very warm. But after 5secons I managed to stop it and looked at the damage and all the way from crotch down my inner leg to my knee was wet and so was the front of the jeans and so was my bum. I'm just glad the counter at reception was above waist height so she could see the wet patch. I knew at this stage I had pretty much wet myself but I wanted to al least make it to the toilet. So I got into my little changing qubical I instantly started to undress as fast as I could and I just shoved everything into the locker. I had a quick look to see what the damage was on my swimming breifs and they were soaked from half way up my bum to a quarter of the way up the front of the brief. So I rushed to the toilet as I was still sort of wetting my self but just my luck the bathroom was locked. And I had to make a mad dash to the reception in nothing but my low raise swimming briefs and I asked her at the reception if she had the key to the bathroom just I'm really desperate and i m about to wet myself and as I said that I fully lost control for 3 second and then she seen the wet spot on the front of my swimming breifs and a stream going down both my legs and she blurted out "OMG I'm so sorry hold it in and I'll get the keys. I looked down and there were still lines running down both my legs to my feet. She came back and we both rushed back to the toilets and she was trying to find what key was for the bathroom and as she was doing that a medium stream started to come out and she turned round she looked down to the front of my swimming breifs and she say the wet patch that was where my package was was starting to travel upword and she noticed that again it was running down both my shaved legs and she said try hard not to wet your self any more I'm almost there. I was at full panick mode. Theirs a really cute woman in front of me and I'm wearing nothing but low raise swimming breifs with shaven legs and she can see my junk and she can see how big my junk is and I'm also wetting my self and all of this is for the first time. I'm standing there moaning and wetting and going red in the face and then it just happened. " oh nonononononono" and as I said that she turned round to see my fully wetting my self at full force it was running down the front and the back of both my legs and I just looked up at her and said "I'm so sorry but I'm wetting my self and she says I'll let you finish then. But she never looked away. Once I was done she said follow me please and she took me to the reception even tho I've just wet myself and its clearly noticeable. She walked behind the counter and says " I'm so so so sorry about that I completely forgot to unlock the bathrooms and showers, I really want to make it up to you" I just replied saying I just want to go get changed and go home I'm mortified I don't want to come back here it's too embarrising now. She said I'll make it up to you just wait. She looked up into this small supply cupboard and she was rumaging around then all I heard was found them and she pulled out some stuff and started to unfold it on the counter. Here have these as part of my apolagy she said and I asked what is it? "we used to sell really exspencive swim wear in here last year but none of it got sold because of the price and their all a size small and I think that will fit you" I looked at all the stuff and their was 4 pairs of men's fastskin swimming full leg swimming tights speedo FS II then 6 pairs of these super sleek men's speedo swimming breifs and a black swimming goggles. And then I noticed the price tags and I added the price of everything up and the cost of everything was nearly 2000 and I said these are so exspencive why are you giving me these? She calmly came back with their just going to stay up there and I can't sell them any more since the FS II have been banned from allot of sporting events and their just going to stay up in the cupboard forever you can have them at this point I had complete forgotten I was still in wet swimming breifs in the reception talking to someone cute. All I could say was thank you then she handed me a year pass to all the facility's in the sporting centre and said "here have this as well, the reason I'm giving you this pass is I don't want you to be afraid of coming here again I want you to come back and still feel confident in your self and I know this will be a bad memory for you I want to try and turn this into a better memory just I wet my self in school and it scarred me for life and I don't want that happing to you to" again all I could say was thank you and I asked are you not going to get into allot of trouble for this? She replied with a smile on her sace just saying "can't fire myself no can I?" Then I realised she was the manager. So after all of that Igot changed into a pair of the FS II and damm they were tight as hell. And as I walked out of the changing room she was looking for and she asked can I see the wet stuff please? I'll get them washed for you whilsed your swimming and then I told her this " I'm sorry but could you wash my jeans as well please? While I was filling out the form I wet my jeans as well" by my surprise she laughed and went " I didn't want to say anything at the but when you were filling out the form I heard a hissing sound I looked at your jeans since that's were the sound was coming from and I saw a wet patch running down your left leg" I blushed and said "sorry" she said there see them and I'll was them and dry them off for you and as she was walking away with my wet stuff she turned round and said "they look good on you, really shows off what you've got" and I looked down and my package was noticble and covered it up and we both laughed, and then she said oh one last thing. No other coutomers were in and I'm the only member of staff is so your secret is safe with me. Actually sorry if that was a bit to long but I hoped you enjoyed and their will be more wetting stories on the way
  19. Hi there folks. Just posting up a topic to see if anyone has clips of a Indonesian soap opera called Inikah Cinta where a young girl's (Moka) struggles with wetting her bed and pants are in the narrative of the story. The pee scenes are obviously faked, but the context and the acting make it quite hot. The clips used to be on YouTube but they've been removed. Does anyone know where I can find them? There are at least 4 or 5 episodes that contain wetting, and it's in the early episodes particularly. For reference here is another clip from the show, so that people know what I'm looking for: Thanks a lot, theweeman
  20. I found this interesting clip. If I notice right she seems to accidentally pee herself during latex modeling. Latex model wetting accident.mp4
  21. File Name: Helping Her Father File Submitter: OscaMen File Submitted: 12 Aug 2015 File Category: Female Wetting It's been awhile since i last uploaded a file to this forum so why not contribute some more and here all got a new sweet file :) Description: Bulding a house means there's always something to do. The whole place is a mess, dirt and bricks everywhere. Victoria is helping her father - she is sorting some planks and is ready to have a pee break as soon as possible. Her father calls her to hand him the ladder. "I can do that" this young student thinks and brings the ladder. But there's a new task for her - she must hold the ladder steady until he finishes his work. The ground is wet and the ladder needs to be stabilized. Victoria is begging for her pee break but her father insists there won't be any break until the work is done. The young lady is fighting the pressure in her bladder but not for a long time - and then completely wets herself. She leaves her father at the construction site and runs away with tears in her eyes. Click here to download this file
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    It's been awhile since i last uploaded a file to this forum so why not contribute some more and here all got a new sweet file :) Description: Bulding a house means there's always something to do. The whole place is a mess, dirt and bricks everywhere. Victoria is helping her father - she is sorting some planks and is ready to have a pee break as soon as possible. Her father calls her to hand him the ladder. "I can do that" this young student thinks and brings the ladder. But there's a new task for her - she must hold the ladder steady until he finishes his work. The ground is wet and the ladder needs to be stabilized. Victoria is begging for her pee break but her father insists there won't be any break until the work is done. The young lady is fighting the pressure in her bladder but not for a long time - and then completely wets herself. She leaves her father at the construction site and runs away with tears in her eyes.
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  23. Came across a gallery on eroprofile (which I believe is not among the sites we're not allowed to post from?) with some really good desperation videos - some with wetting, some which are just incredibly close calls. I'd seen a couple before, but most were new to me, so I figured I'd share them with the good people in this forum! Figure there should be at least some here that share my taste, and who haven't seen these before :) Now, fair warning, most of the clips in this album are technically nude ('down there'), but the videos ARE Japanese, which means they are heavily censored, so you can't really make out anything anyways...! Now, without further ado: Explicit Content http://www.eroprofile.com/m/videos/album/Pee-desperation-24 Sadly don't have any way to download/save them, to then upload here (VERY limited hard drive space on my laptop, which is the only computer I have access to at the moment, seeing as I'm on vacation...), but I guess feel free to do so if any of you want to! Would be amazing if any of you guys posted some similar videos in this topic - really obvious desperation that ends in either barely or almost making it, that is.
  24. File Name: Tickle to pee File Submitter: pwatch63 File Submitted: 05 Jul 2015 File Category: Female Wetting A short compilation of trailers from Japanese fetish movies - Girls tied up and tickled until they wet themselves... Click here to download this file
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    A short compilation of trailers from Japanese fetish movies - Girls tied up and tickled until they wet themselves...
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