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  10. Squirtainly

    female (Another) Exam Wetting

    Sorry that it's been a while since my last (and only) post. I've been very busy with revision at the moment. Anyway, I'm writing about another exam wetting, but this time by yours truly. Last year I was doing my AS levels. They're exams you take in the UK age 16/17, and they're a big deciding factor for universities. As such, I was freaking out about my history paper on the European Witchcraze. I'd not been as good on that as I had been on my other subjects, so I was up most of the night before revising. Now, when I get nervous, I drink water. You'd have thought that I would know my limits, but I clearly don't. I'd probably drank the best part of a litre the morning before the exam. I went to the toilet before it started because I'm not a lunatic, but clearly a lot of it was still making its way through me. I walked into the vinyl wood floored exam hall with a litre bottle in hand, ready for the most stressful hours of that academic year. The questions I got weren't too bad, so I relaxed at bit, however, I got quite stuck towards the middle of the paper. Within the space of 45 minutes I drank most of my water, and this went through me very quickly. By the last half hour of the exam, I was fidgeting and bouncing up and down in my chair non-stop (in case you couldn't tell, my bladder is tiny). Aside from disturbing my bladder even more, I'd taken my blazer off because it was a hot day, so my boobs were jumping up and down in my shirt quite significantly, and I was aware of the attention I was starting to draw from a few people. I forced myself to sit still and concentrate, knowing that I couldn't afford to waste time going to the loo. A few minutes into this effort, I had pretty much failed. Although above my skirt, my hand was pressing so hard into my crotch that I was practically fingering myself. I took my hand away to turn a page and leaked. Significantly. Of course, I couldn't just check our my knickers in an exam hall, but I could feel how wet they were. Honestly, I was kind of turned on, but the stress and fear soon drowned that out. I'd leaked less significantly a few more times, focusing on the ticking of the clock in the echoey exam hall as I checked my work. With about five minutes to go, I leaked significantly again. It had gone through my skirt onto my chair, and I was very aware of the fact that I was sitting in a puddle of my own urine. At that moment I realised that, even if I could stand up without losing it, my mess would be glaringly obvious. I was wondering if I could call an invigilator over and ask to stay seated until everyone had left, when my body made that decision for me. I muttered "Oh God, no" and thrust my hands onto my urethra but it was too late. I could feel the piss rushing out of me at an incredible velocity. This speed meant that, when it hit the floor, it hit it hard. So hard, in fact, that my piss echoed. More than 100 people watched and listened as I pissed my pants. The worst part? I moaned in relief. I MOANED. Needless to say, I wasmortified. I stayed seated, tears streaming down me as everyone else exited the hall when the exam was finally over. By the time I could leave, my piss was ice cold, leaving me with soaking wet, freezing knickers pushed virtually inside me. I have to admit, I'm not too fond of the coldness after wetting, so this wasn't great for me. Now, I don't want to jinx anything, but that is hopefully the last time that I will piss myself in public (although, unfortunately, not the first).
  11. The Dark Wolf

    malefemale Wetting After A Wedding

    I've been experiencing writer's block with this, and feeling more shy about posting my fantasies, but I'll try this again, if only for people who want to see the types of wettings involved. Contains male and female wetting. I don't usually do male but I thought I'd do a bit for the male omo lovers looking for more male content. Feeling pretty nervous about posting this, and I hope it's good enough for anyone into male or female wetting. Also this will be fiction, not fan fiction, so none of the Equestria Girls that no one's interested in. Wetting After A Wedding Hector and Amber had just finished their wedding party, and were on their way to a cabin they had rented for their honeymoon, which was a few minutes outside a city just over an hour away from where they lived. Hector was a handsome man with dark hair. He wore a black tuxedo he'd gotten for the wedding, and gray boxer briefs underneath. He was driving the car, which had a "Just Married" sign on the back for the occasion. Amber was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair. She wore a white wedding dress that wasn't very puffy, and pink panties underneath. They had drank a lot of punch at the wedding, and they had been so excited to get to their cabin that they had forgotten to use the bathroom before they left. They were feeling an urge to pee, and knew there was no gas station between their home city and the cabin. Fortunately, they had gotten the key to the cabin before the wedding, so as soon as they reached the cabin they could go in and use the bathroom. Hector had even offered to let Amber use the bathroom first and then pee outside, since no one would be around to witness it. However, when they were approximately fifteen minutes away from the cabin, they hit a traffic jam that was lined as far as the eye could see. They had no idea what was happening, but they hoped it wouldn't last long. They were feeling their need to pee increase drastically so they couldn't sit still anymore. "I really need to go!" said Amber, fidgeting in her seat and trying her hardest to hold it in. "Me too," said Hector, holding himself. He had his car in Park so he didn't have to keep his foot on the brake. A few minutes went by, and the traffic didn't budge an inch. "Let's go find a bush we can go behind," said Hector. Amber didn't like the idea of peeing outside, but it was preferable to wetting herself. They were just about to open the doors when there was a flash of lightning, and it started to rain hard. "Damn it," said Hector. "We can't go outside in this thunder." "If only it was just rain," said Amber, blushing lightly as she was sure Hector knew what she was implying she'd do if it was. "If only," said Hector, who was also thinking the same thing. They saw a dark-haired girl in a green tank top and short, skintight black shorts step outside into the rain. She had a relieved expression on her face for about ten seconds, and then at the next flash of lightning, she ran back into her car, soaking wet. "What a daredevil," said Hector. "Good thing she didn't get struck by lightning." Amber groaned. The rain was making it harder to hold it. She fidgeted harder, trying to avoid soiling her wedding dress. "Don't worry," said Hector. "It couldn't possibly last much longer. If there was an accident up ahead, they'll clear it out in no time." "They'd better, or there'll be an accident in here soon," said Amber. "Two accidents," Hector corrected her. An hour went by. The cars didn't move, and the thunderstorm didn't let up. Hector and Amber became more desperate, and by now a lot of other people in over half the cars were desperate as well. Between the rain and having to hold it for an extended period of time, a redhead with a ponytail couldn't hold it anymore and peed in her jean shorts. About ten minutes later, a man with shoulder length blonde hair wet his black sweatpants. More people in the cars began to wet themselves as the minutes go by, and those that stayed dry became more desperate. "I don't know if I can hold it," said Amber, squirming harder in her seat. "Neither am I, but they have to get moving soon," said Hector, who had stopped grabbing his cock and was now crossing his legs, hoping this would help him hold it longer. Another hour went by, and Hector and Amber grew more desperate than they had ever been in their lives. They nearly lost it at the next crash of thunder. Many people in the other cars weren't as lucky. An athletic couple in a sports car lost control and wet themselves. The man was blonde and slightly muscular, wearing a white tank top and a pair of red shorts, and the woman had long brown hair, wearing a skintight gray romper that showed wetness easily. They blushed, but noticed each other peeing at the same time, and laughed it off. Hector and Amber were squirming hard now. Hector was now holding himself again and Amber was crossing her legs. She whimpered as she leaked a little into her panties. "Are you all right?" said Hector. "I just leaked a little," Amber said. "Come on, this can't go on much-" There was another crash of lightning. Hector leaked a bit, dampening his underwear, and Amber leaked for three seconds. "I really don't think I can hold it..." Amber whimpered. "I think I'm gonna have an accident in my dress..." "Same here," said Hector. He felt another leak for three seconds, but managed to hold the rest of it back. Slowly, more people in the other cars began to wet themselves. A bald businessman peed in his suit. An attractive Asian woman peed her skintight black pants. A thin man with dark blonde hair pissed his jeans. A blonde woman with a ponytail wet her light blue miniskirt and black panties. Amber stopped fidgeting and crossed her legs with her eyes closed tight, feeling another five-second leak soak her underwear further. "I'm not gonna make it..." Hector wasn't doing much better, holding himself as hard as he could, but leaking for four seconds despite this, dampening his pants. "Neither am I..." "Oh no... it's coming out..." Amber was leaking again, but this leak wouldn't stop. Instead it became a powerful stream that soaked her panties. The crotch of her dress turned from white to yellow, and she could feel her butt become soaked, as well as the seat under her. Amber was blushing beet red. Hector could hear the sound of Amber peeing herself. Maybe he'd also reached his limit, maybe hearing Amber's accident pushed him to it, or maybe he subconsciously wanted to make her feel better. Whatever the reason, his bladder gave out and he started to pee in his tuxedo pants, soaking his crotch and butt, and the driver's seat of his car. His pants glistened with the wetness from his stream. "I'm peeing too," he said. They were both red in the face with embarrassment from having an accident in front of each other, but the fact that they were wetting together did make them a little less uncomfortable about it. Amber let out a sigh of dismay at her potty failure, with a bit of relief at letting go. She couldn't believe she was peeing in her wedding dress. "It's all right, Amber," said Hector. "You were planning to trash that dress in the mud anyway." They both knew there was a mud pit just outside the cabin. Amber giggled a little. "But what about the seat of your car?" "Seats. And I know a cleaner that can get pee stains out." "I hope that tuxedo wasn't too expensive." "I usually dress more casual, plus I have a different suit for occasions. I guess I can trash this tuxedo in the mud with you." She punched his arm lightly. "We could have a mud fight." "That will be fun." They finished peeing. Their crotches, butts, and seats were soaked, and the car was full of the smell of urine, but they didn't mind anymore. If anything the double wetting made them closer, and they'd probably even joke about it to each other in the future. They had to sit in their wet state for another hour before the traffic finally got moving. The storm stopped before they got to their cabin. Because of the rain, the mud pit was very wet. They played around in the mud for about half an hour, and then took a bubble bath together, still in their heavily soiled tuxedo and wedding dress, scrubbing each other. Then they changed into dry, clean, casual outfits and enjoyed their honeymoon. Their tuxedo and dress had been damaged beyond repair from the pee and the mud, but they kept them until the end of their honeymoon whenever they felt like playing in the mud. Sometimes they'd even not use the bathroom before playtime and pee in them again. ... In the nearby city, Cynthia sat at a table, drinking a big cup of tea. She was a beautiful dark-haired woman with eyeliner and lipstick, and wore a purple sleeveless dress that went down to her knees (with purple panties underneath), and wore a few rings on her fingers. She looked like a queen. She hoped that her plan had worked; that the traffic jam had caused a lot of pee accidents. She loved to force people to wet themselves, as did the three people she'd hired to help with her plans, whom she had instructed to block all three lanes of the road 15 minutes outside of the city to start a traffic jam. The forecast for a big thunderstorm had at least been accurate, which was why she'd chosen today, knowing almost no one would dare go outside of their car to pee in a thunderstorm. Once she finished her tea, she was craving some Sprite, so she walked to the fridge, picked up a 1-liter bottle, and drank it. She had just set the bottle down, when her subordinates entered. Rex was a man with dark hair and a beard, and wore a gray suit. Andrew was a man with brown hair, and wore a leather jacket and jeans. Wendy was a woman with long brown hair, and wore a red T-shirt and jeans. They did not look pleased, and their pants were wet at the crotch and butt. "Did it work?" said Cynthia. "We're pretty sure it did," said Rex irritably. "It worked so well that WE all wet ourselves too!" "Why didn't you take this into account?" said Wendy. "It crossed my mind," Cynthia replied nonchalantly. "But surely you're up for it if it means making others wet themselves. That's what you're all about, isn't it?" "Making OTHERS wet themselves, not us!" said Andrew. "I don't really like being on the receiving end of it." "Neither do I," sand Rex. "We quit! We'll never make anyone have an accident again!" "Well, just one more," said Wendy. Without warning, Rex and Andrew ran at Cynthia and grabbed her arms. Wendy tied her hands behind her back, then Rex and Andrew held her feet together while Wendy tied them as well. "What are you doing?" said Cynthia. "Letting you know how it feels," said Rex. "This isn't funny!" Cynthia squirmed. "I have to go to the bathroom!" The tea she drank had already gone through her. "We'll untie you once you've wet yourself twice," said Wendy. "And we'll stay in our wet pants until then to remind you." Cynthia groaned and tried uselessly to hold it.
  12. sammilove

    female After-work accident

    "It's been such a long week..." I said quietly to myself as I walked to my car. After 14 hours, nothing sounded better than getting home. Especially with the weekend off for the first time in months. I unlocked the car and quickly hopped in. I felt a slight twinge in abdomen. I needed to pee. But it definitely wasn't a worry of mine right now. I just wanted to get home.I slammed my car into gear a sped away. I had a very strong urge to stop for a drink to relieve my stress. So I did. About 5 minutes away from work is a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that serves amazing frozen cola slushes. I grabbed one and returned to my car. I hopped back in. I fet the urge to pee a little stronger this time but I wasn't concerned. It was nearly 9 PM and there shouldn't be anything slowing me down this evening. I kicked my flats off to the side and turned the radio on. I was just trying to relax and take my mind off the horrible week at work. I was jamming to some music and dancing along with the rhythm when it hit me. I was starting to have to pee. I was still about 20 minutes away from home and I really didn't want to stop. So I kept driving. 15 Minutes away... My urge to relieve myself was growing at alarming rate. But I was confident I could make it home no problem. I was still jamming out and singing along to my favorite artists, but now there was a pressure building right below my seat belt. I considered taking it off, but I didn't want to risk getting stopped. The cop would probably try to hit on me, or try to find a reason to give me a ticket, and I really didn't want that to happen. The urge kept building though. I nudged my legs together and wriggled a little bit to try to make the discomfort go away. It worked for the time being. I kept trying to think what was making me have to pee like this. I didn't remember drinking anything out the ordinary. I didn't drink anything of a large quantity quickly or anything like that. I was dumbfounded. 10 Minutes away... I passed the final gas station between my house and where I was. I knew I'd be fine. Or that's what I thought anyways. I was still trying to figure out what was making me have to pee this badly so quick. Then it hit me, I drank a energy drink about an hour before leaving! I had forgotten about that! The caffeine must be hitting me full force! I sighed. "Fuck." I knew with the caffeine I was playing a dangerous game. It always had a way of making me need to pee really badly out of nowhere, especially when I was hydrated. Which I was, thanks to my new diet. The urge wasn't going away no matter what I did to try to stem it. 7 Minutes away... A wave of adrenaline hit me. I had to pee NOW! I could feel the coke slush slamming my bladder now. My mind was racing. Should I turn around? Should I press on? Should I pull over at the park a few minutes away and use the bathroom there? "Fuck fuck fuck fuck I gotta pee I gotta pee...FUCK!" I exclaimed loudly to myself. Thankfully, I wasn't wearing anything hat would make this worse. A Black business casual dress with black leggings and black underwear. I felt a cold chill run over me. I shivered for a second. "no no no no!" I shouted in my head. 4 Minutes away... I was wriggling in my seat, fighting off sweat and cold chills. My bladder screamed for relief. I was so close. I knew I could make it. I had to use very muscle in my very fatigued body to contain this. I told myself, "Just another mile! You can do it Sam!" Seconds felt eternal. I couldn't stop moving. My right hand was glued to crotch in a very fugal attempt to hold back the flood trying to escape. I was driving like a maniac at this point. I just needed to make it to the driveway. Then I could hide behind my car and go pee. At this point, I could feel spurts escape between my middle and index fingers. I was gonna lose... HOME "Finally!!! Dear god I've never had to go this bad!!" I said myself. I quickly threw my car in park. Both Hands were glued to my crotch trying to prevent a disaster from happening in my brand new car. There was already a few drops on the lather seat but I was determined to not let there be anymore. I removed my left hand, and reached to open the door. I was tearing up I had to go so bad. I used what little strength I had left and threw the door open. Of course it was too much and bounced back shut. I tried again but softer this time. It held open. I took a very deep breathe, and quickly tried to hop out of the car. I felt the urge sub side for a moment. It gave me a much needed boost of confidence. I decided I would try to make a run for the toilet. I quickly walked to the door. I fumbled with my keys for a minute while I attempted to hold back the flood. I was trying my hardest to not do a pee-pee dance as I was worried my creepy neighbor would see. I was doubled over, hand glued still, trying to find my key. "oh FUCK!!" I screamed to myself. I felt some pee escape. I dropped my keys in the shock. I tried to bend over and get them. But another jolt of pee shot out. I looked to my bush to my left. It was lower then the porch by a foot or two. I made a decision to save my dress from the pee escaping. I stood up and darted behind the bush. There was no hope of holding it long enough to pop a squat. Instead, I pulled my dress about my waist and flooded the bushes. My poor flats...drenched. But at that moment, I didn't care about a single thing. The relief was orgasmic. After about three minutes, I stopped. I looked down at my legs. I could see the moonlight shimmering off of my leggings. My flats were completely filled. The pee was just sitting in my flats. Like a pond. I released my dress and hoped no pee would get on it. I took one shoe off at a time to empty them. I slowly walked around to the porch, picked up my keys, and went inside. My body was aching. I hadn't had a true accident like that in several years. Sure, I had many close calls. But. But that was a true accident caused by yours truly. I walked to bathroom, legs still dripping with pee. I took off my dress and hung it onto a hanger so I could inspect the damage to it. The back of it had a few ting spots from the spurting, and the brim was wet from touching my soaked butt and legs. I climbed into the shower still clothed from the waist down, and turned it on high. I stood there for a second letting the water run threw my hair and down my body. I let my leggings get fully soaked. After a few minutes of the relaxation, I took get out of the shower and changed it to a warm bath. I walked into the kitchen and fixed myself some wine and went back to bath tub. I was going to enjoy this warm soak like I had planned all day, except now I had a reason to enjoy it even more. I really hope you all enjoyed this! I spent as much time trying to be descriptive and recall as many details as I could! This happened to me the past Friday and it most certainly was not planned. My first true accident in several years. Thanks so much!! Sammi
  13. Xx4evRockerxX

    female Space (gas) Station

    Space exploration. Man’s greatest achievement. Naturally, it’s led by women, but we’ll let the men think it’s theirs. Today marks one year in space for me. One year and seven days ago, my tiny space station (just 7 feet wide, and 13 feet long on the internal compartment) was blasted into orbit. A week in, my rocket docked with it, and I’ve been here ever since. Alone. It’s been a lot of work. This station is meant to be the backbone of a rapidly expanding port for refueling and resupplying before taking off for distant planets and even eventually galaxies. Which means there’s no room for error. This past year, I’ve spent ever day, every single day, working out kinks, bugs, flaws, and unforeseen issues to prepare for today. Today is the first time I’ll have visitors - a Canadian crew here to ensure proper docking and function of the supply reserve area of the station (their contribution to the project). They’ll be here a total of 28 hours, pending no problems or complications. I can’t wait to get rid of them already. It’s not that I’m antisocial. I’m not. You just get used to doing things your own way, without interruption or distraction. Since this isn’t an official log, I can also talk about less than scientifically necessary functions and experiments as well. The first thing is, I’ve taken up nudity. With the exception of weekly video briefings with Command and calls home, there’s really no reason to wear clothes. They just sort of get in the way in the cramped quarters, are difficult and time consuming to wash and dry, and it’s not like my neighbors can see me. Sometimes I’ll wear just underwear, most of the time not. That brings me to another point, I’m hairy. Like full, thriving bush hairy. Not that it matters, but I’ve made it sort of a point not to shave a single time while up here. I shave my armpits, more just for comfort, but my nethers, well, I’ve almost forgotten what they actually look like besides just a nest of she-hair. Almost 😜 While we’re on the topic of my lower zone, we should talk about probably the biggest thing. When I was on Earth, I found some enjoyment in holding my bladder. Nothing major, and certainly only in private. Since coming up here though, I’ve had pretty much nothing but privacy. A few things to mention before we get into the thick of it. Holding in space is a bit different than holding on Earth. First off, gravity. There’s none up here. I’ve done a few rotational tests with the station to test it’s stability, but otherwise, there isn’t any gravity whatsoever. That means a lot less force pressing and pulling against your bladder which means I can hold hold more volume, and for longer. In the same category is air pressure. The lab nerds figured out a compositional mixture for the air I breathe that’s a little different than Earth’s air. It’s designed to require less air pressure while still allowing the human body to thrive. Less air pressure, less bladder pressure, more volume holding. A few months ago, I ran a test to simulate a critical drop in air pressure. I had on an airtight mask to provide me with enough air to beath and to stay focused on the results, but the pressure around me was halved. Of course I went into the test with a ragingly full bladder (Command doesn’t need to know that bit). Because they were monitoring results and had a video stream running, I had to wear clothes which made my need even worse. I was just hoping not to wet myself while they were on the feed. As soon as I started dropping the pressure, I slowly started to feel less and less need. When the pressure reached our goal, I barely had to go at all. It was a weird feeling - going from feeling like you could wet yourself to a mild urge, if any, in less than 5 minutes without actually letting any out. I maintained this reduced air pressure and zero gravity state for 6 hours. By the end of that time, I barely had any increase in my need. I was still at a moderate, but constant need. My bladder bulged out everywhere, including against my belt. It was a very different feeling. I could feel the ever increasing amount of fluid filling me up, and it was sloshing around all over the place, but it wasn’t like a “gotta go so bad right now” kind of feeling. Bringing the air cabin air pressure back up, on the other hand, was a very, VERY different experience. Fortunately, Command felt I could handle this part by myself and logged off the video stream. With every 5% increase in pressure displayed on the monitor, my bladder felt pounds heavier. 55% normal pressure - sudden increase in how heavy my lower abdomen felt. 60% normal pressure - I could feel the air starting to squeeze against my bulging and very full bladder. I decided now was as good a time as any to pull my pants off. It helped ease my need a little and I was once again completely alone. 65% normal air pressure - I knew I was not going to make it back to baseline pressure. Of course, I’d known that all along. I’d had to go far too bad when I started lowering the cabin pressure 7 hours ago. But it was at this point my need was reconfirmed. 70% normal air pressure - A little surprise. So far, I’d felt everything in just my bladder and lower abdomen. As the pressure increased, I felt that heaviness work it’s way lower and lower. Now, it was as low as it could get. I felt a small stream, constant in its pressure, fill up and work its way through my previously sealed-tight urethra. It felt like it was reinflating the tube. Lower and lower it worked, ever closer to its escape. I pulled back. Hard. Clenching my pelvic muscles as hard as I could. But no luck. My bladder was as full as it could be given the current external pressures. There was nothing I could do to stop that first dribble from coming out, wetting just the immediate crotch area of my standard issue panties (fashion was not a priority in space travel. I have 6 pairs, each the same small size, same boring white cotton, the same hip hugger style. My world for a hot pink thong and someone to oogle at it). They weren’t drenched, not even saturated, but certainly were visibly wet. And given how my urethra was still filled to the point of loosing a fairly regular stream of dribbles, they weren’t getting any drier. In one awkwardly flailing movement in the zero gravity, I yanked off the less than flattering but decently wet panties, and grabbed a nearby Erlenmeyer flask with its somewhat narrow top. I learned very early on in my journey that everything floats without gravity. Everything. Take peeing standing up (one of the very first unofficial things I just had to try) for example. It comes out in a very straight, very strong and narrow stream straight towards the floor. It’s amazing. Until it hits the floor and splashes out in every direction in small bubbles of liquid. I spent my free time during the next 3 days chasing down those pee bubbles. Not a lot of fun. A few weeks later, I gave peeing into a water bottle a shot. I figured if it was contained, it could float around all it wants. However, since I was holding it a few inches away from myself, it bounced around the inside of the bottle for a bit, only to find its way back out. This time however, I was prepared and cut my flow off immediately and caught the few rogue bubbles the best way I could think of on the fly - in my mouth. In regards to if I swallowed them or not, well, whichever suits your imagination 🤭 Since then, I’d tried several different options until I came across the Erlenmyer flask. The wide body allowed plenty of room for my ever expanding bladder to release into, while the narrow opening was perfect to press into myself to create a near perfect watertight seal. Which is exactly what I did immediately after ripping my underwear off. I lost a total of 3 small pee bubbles in the process as I dribbled. Not too shabby. 75% normal pressure - While I wasn’t actively peeing, I also wasn’t clenching my muscles as hard. I sort of just let the increasing air pressure push on my bladder and squeeze more and more out. It took a total of 15 more minutes for the pressure to return to baseline. I held the flask in place the entire time, watching it slowly fill slowly. A gush here, a dribble there. A straight out stream for a bit. When the meter read 100%, I finally started allowing myself to pee, releasing my muscles completely, even pushing a little at the end. 3.1 liters. By FAR the most I’d ever gone at one time. By far. It was amazing to look at, floating and sloshing in the flask. It was difficult to look at that volume and imagine all of it inside me just minutes ago. I can’t help but smile thinking back to to some of those moments. They’re what helped give me the confidence to embark on a very risky unsanctioned mission. As the Canadians approach, I’m standing here, taking my last wee into the designated receptacle (a glorified vacuum hose with a funnel vaguely shaped to fit around a human’s privates at the end). For the duration of their planned 28 hour visit, I have no intention of utilizing the pee vacuum. It’s a crew of two males coming to meet me and set up their bay. I’ve peed in front of males before. Especially in college on Friday nights after the bar. But more recently during training. Fun fact - it was a requirement for our “Biological homeostasis and endurance” course. Let me tell you, peeing in front of my four classmates was by a wide margin not the worst part of that class. I think this time it’s the fact of how small an area we’re sharing. There’s just something about pulling my pants down 2 feet from a stranger’s head in order to pee that just doesn’t work for me. I feel the station give a jolt for a moment and pull my underwear and pants back up. I have an empty bladder, 2 Canadians at my front door, and 28 hours until I’m back to my comfort zone - alone, naked, and a full bladder. Let’s see how this goes...
  14. hal_jordan

    Soaking a pull-up

    Pull-up held more than usual. They usually leak when I have to pee that badly. I also have a bad sunburn 😞 VID_20190527_134739.mp4
  15. Korean move fear wetting View File I couldn't upload it in the thread so I'll put it here. Wetting occurs sometime around the 40min point. Submitter liesjeversteven Submitted 06/09/2019 Category Peeing  
  16. liesjeversteven

    Korean move fear wetting

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    I couldn't upload it in the thread so I'll put it here. Wetting occurs sometime around the 40min point.

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  17. Mad Bladder

    Sarah’s Night of Shame

    **note: this was loosely inspired by life with Louie the kiss is the thing episode except this is with a hot female Sarah was a thick blonde girl. Not really fat, but enough on the bone to have a nice shaped ass and hips in those tight blue jeans. Her hair flowed down just above her shoulders. She was about to clock out of work. She wore a tight blue t-shirt and was so exhausted after this long day. In her twenties and working to pay for school, she stayed an extra hour today, came back from lunch early, and didn’t even get a last break. She was a nice girl. Her bosses appreciated this. As she tightened her belt a little she felt pressure in her abdomen. Nothing agonizing, but it was a noticeable discomfort. She hadn’t peed since the start of her lunch and drank down a bottle of water during lunch and drank the last half of her friends. Plus as she walked back after to her post she drank from the fountain. “I should make a quick bathroom break,” she said as she walked out. Standing right there at the bathroom, she looked inside and all stalls empty and to herself. She wanted to wash her hands first since they were covered with food dust. She started to walk out of the bathroom, but then remembered she had to take a leak. But she looked at her watch and noticed she was running late. She bit her lip in a nervous face and knee shook a little as her toes were on their tips. Her bladder ached, but she’d figure she could wait. “Ah I don’t want to be late.” With that, Sarah left the bathroom with her bladder still with a good amount of pee in it. The drive to her sisters high school was not comfortable. The road had many bumps that sent pulse after pulse to make her more aware of her bladder which continued to fill with the rest of the digested liquids she had today. Her legs squeezed together while she stopped at a light. Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel. “Come on, come on, come on.” She said a little nervous. Her foot tapped on the floor as an eternity went by and she could finally get going again. She finally reached the high school and pulled in to park. Her admirable thick white girl ass shook back and forth as she walked into the school in her new black and white sneakers that cost almost a whole paycheck. The tighter jeans she wore were her favorite. Barely noticeable, but if one looked at the right side of the waist just under the belt, the lead singer and guitarist of her favorite band autographed it. Her new white panties were her favorite underwear with pink around the openings for the waist and legs and a rose on the front crotch. Her jeans looked painted on they were so damn tight, but she knew she looked good. As she walked down the hallway of the school towards the auditorium where the play was, she forget about her need for the bathroom after she got out of the car. She saw her mother and her jackass boyfriend Jeff. She sat in her seat, and a high school senior who was 18 named Alan could not help but notice Sarah’s hot ass body. “Hey, you made it!” Her mother said. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Sarah said. “I took a leak before,” Jeff said. “These bathrooms are never cleaned.” He said angrily. Bathroom...Sarah’s eyes widened as a familiar need hit hard all at once with a vengeance! She was reminded because of what Jeff said, and her bladder felt bloated and rock hard. She held her abdomen and it felt like a large rock in her hand, pushing out of her stomach. “Oh...boy,” Sarah moaned. One leg kicked up a little as her knees crossed and foot shook. Then crossed hard all the way up to the crotch. Her legs were crossed as tight as a knot. One of her hands pushed deep into her crotch as a huge pulse pushed out her center and sides. She bit her lip in pain and said, “oh man!” “What?” Her mother asked. “I gotta use the restroom so bad.” Sarah moaned. Her filled bladder was pushed against by her tight jeans that it almost felt like it was cutting in. “Excuse me-“ But as she got up, her moms boyfriend pulled her back down to her seat as the stage lit up. “Oh no. If I gotta suffer through this so do you.” Jeff said. “Wha...what?! Mom?” She looked to her mother for support. “Shh. The plays starting sweetie. Just go during intermission.” Sarah’s has dropped and pupils dilated in disbelief. She had to go so bad. She hadn’t gone for five hours and that was after drinking a lot. Both her hands pushed into her crotch as she squirmed in her seat and her legs crossed again. She squirmed and said, “I haven’t gone for like five hours since lunch. I gotta go Mom please!” Her mom waved her away. “Sarah just hold it. You’ll be fine.” “Yeah,” said Jeff with a grin. “Just don’t think about rain, or waterfalls, or...” and be started making a dripping noise. Then he shook the bottle of water he had. Her mom didn’t notice him torturing her, and she didn’t seem to notice or care how what he did made Sarah’s bladder pulse even harder so bad it hurt. She squirmed in her seat and grinded her teeth as she shut her eyes and turned her head away from Jeff. The water splashing in the bottle made her body want to release even more, her bladder became heavier. “Oh...stop...pl...please.” Sarah begged. “Then shut up and watch this shit.” “Quiet you two,” her mom said. Sarah turned to the play as she sat with her family in the middle of the row. She wouldn’t be able to run past everyone fast enough to escape Jeff’s grasp. She had no choice. Poor, poor Sarah bounced in her seat. Her stomach hurt so bad it ALMOST felt like she needed a number two as well. Almost. This need to pee was insane. As the play started, Sarah was horrified to see a boiling pot on stage as part of the set. “Oh....man...” she moaned while holding herself pushing in hard and bouncing in her seat. This was hell for her...but Alan, the creepy boy who sat at the end of the row and found her attractive was in Heaven. “So hot,” he said shaking his head, feeling his boner grow so hard he actually saw it in his jeans. Sarah on the other hand was holding on for dear life, pushing the ocean that hit with waves of rage against her pee hole to burst out. Her lips quivered as she squealed. Such a quiet nice girl did not deserve this. To make matters worse, Jeff gulped down his water, making huge gulping nosies they had a slight water splash sound in the back. She grunted, “Ah...ah....ah!” In complete agony as her bladder sent off large pulses every few seconds, and any feeling between was extreme discomfort. She brought her knees up to her chest and pulled her legs in, still shaking. As she felt her urge becoming too great to control much longer, feeling warm pee digging from the inside to flow out in force, she panicked! Sarah shook not just from physically agony but of much anxiety making chest clench and breathing become heavy. If she let out even a little pee, people could see it, and the whole town would know here. She couldn’t have an accident! But it was just becoming far too hard to hold in. “We’ll break for a brief intermission,” as the curtains closed the teacher said. “About...t...t-time,” she struggled to say. She slowly got up, legs still tight, but Alan who was in the row stood up and pretended to tie his shoe. Sarah was the only one getting up. She had a tough time getting by rude people who were annoyed with her squirming on by. “Excuse me,” she said and blushed, embarrassed by the whole situation, but a major accident in her pants would be even worse. It took her a couple minutes to get to the end, and that’s where Alan blocked her with his back turned. She shoved her hands deep in her pockets as the intense pressure echoed throughout her being. Her legs together tight and she was about to bounce a little but stopped herself. “Um...excuse me, um,” he was younger than she was, so she didn’t really know how to address him. He turned around. “Oh hey! Sorry about that. Names Alan. Was my fathers name too. Good guy...” Sarah tuned out the rest as sweat formed on her forehead. She wanted to bounce like crazy so bad. Why wouldn’t this guy move? She didn’t want to be rude. But then she saw something else. Alan’s huge boner. He was an adult like her even if she was a little older. Seeing such a big penis erected so hard was hot to her. But the last thing someone with a full bladder needed was her hormones going off as they were. Like any horny woman she started to become moist in her girlhood. Mama needed some sugar in her bowl. “And now on to the final act!” They called from the stage. “What the-“ Sarah said stunned, Jeff pulled her down to her seat after, with such force her bladder was rocked hit hard and she sucked her lips in and hands into her crotch pushing back the powerful fury of Poseidon that wanted to break out of her girlhood. “This...this cant be real!” Because to make matters worse, on stage as they performed, a fountain poured loudly, and Sarah wrapped her arms around herself as she shook uncontrollably feeling like she might literally explode any second. She cried, ALMOST with tears. “Why...why...why is this happening to me!?” The flowing fountain was too much for poor Sarah. How her body so badly wanted and needed to pour like that, and it fought against her to do just that. Sarah was covered in sweat as her anxiety hit extreme heights of panic and the massive bulging pain only worsened. “Will this fucking play end already!?” “My kiss shall awaken thee fair maiden.” Said the actor in stage. “Kid is so gonna choke,” Jeff said laughing. As Jeff shook his water back and forth and the fountain on stage sounded like they were going off louder, Sarah looked up and was horrified to see the sprinklers outside had gone off and were dripping down the window. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHA!” Sarah yelped in agonizing pain feeling like her bladder was literally about to split in half as her jeans dig into her ready to make her pop. She pushed as far as she could into her crotch, legs crossed and over behind the calf’s where her ankles then crossed. She was about to explode and flood the auditorium when everyone got up clapping. The play was over, and the actors bowed. Alan saw Sarah struggling to stand, and he was not about to miss out on this. He ran out and headed into the halls. “Sarah where are you going?” Her mom asked. “M...m-mom...please. I g-gotta go. I’m sorry. It I have to go so bad, I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna burst.” Then came tears. Actual tears as she shook. Very emotional. She folded her hands in a prayer. “Please I need to go now. Please...please.” “Alright alright go.” Her mom said. Sarah dodger past everyone and that’s when she stopped as a spurt almost came out. She stopped frozen in terror and pain as she held her legs together. She bent over with her strong sexy ass sticking out from the tight jeans and ran up the stairs holding herself. “Gain way I’m gonna blow!” She made it into the halls..... To be continued
  18. Technostar

    Puplic wetting

    One of my fantasies is to wet my pants in front of strangers. People should see it. But I don't dare yet and don't want to upset anyone. Any suggestions?
  19. So I'm sorry I've been inactive for a while for college exams but now that they're over I'll be able to post a lot more! some of you guys requested more experiences so here you are! So it was a nice Friday in March and it was my friend's birthday, so I was planning to head down to a little mall close to campus after school to see a movie with her and another friend. As I exited my last class, I felt a small twinge in my bladder. I hadn't pissed since this morning, and I'd dranken a large soda during lunch (it was around 3pm now). However, I thought "I can just go at the mall" and scurried to catch the bus to my destination. When I got to the mall, my friend texted and said that they'd be there in around 10 minutes, so I decided to grab a frap at Starbucks. Mistake number one. However, since my bladder wasn't twinging anymore, I completely forgot about that as I slurped my drink and looked around in some stores. When my friend called to say that they were there, my bladder twinged again and I thought about going right now, but decided now to as not to annoy my friend (it was her birthday!). So I walked across the mall to the theatre, tossing away my starbucks as I went. When I got there, my friends were waiting. One of them handed me a large soda and popcorn that she had purchased, and I took is greedily. We went into the movie and it started. It was really quite funny. I slurped my soda, chomped my popcorn, and watched. An hour into the movie, I felt my bladder give a small jolt. I knew I had to pee for real now, no more of the twinge stuff. My soda was gone already, which I instantly regretted. I decided not to go to the restroom, because the movie was just reaching its climax and I didn't want to miss it. There was around an hour of it left, however. As the minutes ticked by, I felt my urge grow steadily worse. I crossed my legs tightly and stuffed my hands into my crotch, but it didn't help. "You can hold it, you're in college!" I thought. I jiggled my legs slightly and almost moaned in delight. It helped a little, but soon my friend was nudging me and saying "stop kicking me!" I apologized and turned my eyes back to the movie. Soon, I felt another huge wave of pee slam into my crotch and groaned. I could feel it pulsating inside me, forcing itself out of my crotch. The warm liquid sloshd around in me as I shifted, jamming my hands into my crotch even harder. It was agony now, and I was cursing at myself for not going before the movie. My bladder seemed to be filling up by the second now. I was gasping and writhing in my seat, forcing the pee not to leak out. My muscles contracted and pain shot through my abdomen, my poor muscles squeezing together painfully. Oh, it hurt so much! My swollen bladder sloshed inside me as we stood up when the movie was (finally) over. My friends had to leave, so as soon as I bade them goodbye (with one hand grasping my crotch), I sprinted to find the restrooms, Sprinting just made it worse and a little bit of leakage slipped into my undies. Finally, I saw a sign up ahead that said "Ladies" and dashed towards it, flinging open the door. When I entered it, I groaned. One of the stalls was out of order and the line was ten people long. I joined the line. Minutes later, I realized that I wouldn't make it. One of the two remainng stalls was occupied by a woman who, judging by the grunting and straining sounds emmiting from the stall, wouldn't be out for a while. The only working stall was moving slowly, and I knew I was going to pee myself by the time it was mine turn. I exited the bathroom and rushed towards the west entrance parking lot, both hands jammed into my crotch as hard as possible. I was thinking that I could find a tree or bust to urinate in, because I didn't see any bathrooms around me. But as I ran, pee started leaking out of my vagina area into my panties. I shut my eyes, running as fast as I could, but running only made it worse. Beads of pee pushed themselves out of my crotch into my panties. Then the dam broke. A golden waterfall erupted from my vagina. Hot, never-ending liquid was gushing out, soaking my panties, running down my legs. I almost moaned with relief, forgetting that I was in a mall! The pee ran down my things, my legs, into my socks. I could hear the sexy hissing noise of it in my leather pants. It felt so good, I almost sank onto the ground in relief. Everything ached, but I didn't care. Everything on my lower half was wet with pee, but the warm urine as still running down my legs like a never ending hosepipe. I think this is one of the best omorashi expierences I've ever had. I ended up going to a nearby store, purchasing a pair of cheap shorts, changing into them, and going home. Ahhhh.....
  20. ssjammerz

    Morning wetting

    I guess I drank too much from the previous night and woke up to an aching bladder. Then I realized, to my surprise, that I have never recorded a shorts wetting. Hope you enjoy them as I much as I did wetting these smooth, shiny shorts. Caption for pic 1: The pee gushes out through my shorts! Caption for pic 2: The damage done! Caption for pic 3: Ringing out the pee in my shorts! And yes, I also soaked my compression shorts under.
  21. Version

    2,594 downloads

    Includes the complete collection chapters 1-28 full English translation, scans are an average resolution of 1200x1800 Description: Shouta Oone was feeling that his daily school life had become dull. In the midst of his boredom, he coincidentally ends up learning the outrageous secret of his classmate, Ichigo Otohime! This is a bittersweet youth story, adorned with a secret that mustn't be leaked!

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  22. FlowerMouse

    Dead Mall

    Just before I write multiple paragraphs, I'd like to say that this story is rather poetic and hopefully not too long so keep that in mind <:)
  23. AudreyLovesPee

    Wetting Dares [NEW]

    I have seen that some people want to join this topic again. So im starting it up again. Basically you tell a dare and then if someone choses they can pick that dare and do it. Then they can post their story or pics on how the dare went down. Feel free to post dares, do dares, or both. Hope you all enjoy
  24. She seems to have a great time despite the mishap 🙂 .
  25. PRELUDE The man let's out a long sigh after hearing the request the supposed god has laid before him. "So let me get this straight Mr. God sir. I died pitifully, so you feltbad enough about it to let me be reborn in a new world, and if I defeat the Demon Lord and save this world I can go back to my own world?" "That's exactly right, I'm so glad you listened closely. This world has been having a very peculiar problem the past 2 years since the demon lord took power." The self proclaimed god said, lifting his cup of tea to his mouth taking a long gulp. "You think I'm the right guy for this job. The guy who died a pitiful death in his own world?" "I do indeed. While I cannot directly interfere, I'm able to give you the power needed to destroy the Demon king when I reincarnate you, all you need to do is build up a strong party and the rest should be history!" The god exclaimed with delight. He had spent the last 2 years trying to find someone to fix this problem. After all, he was the one who sent this Demon lord to this world. "Well I guess it beats staying dead, I'll do it." The man said, rubbing his temples with his fingertips as it that would make this situation make any more sense than it does. "Fabulous! Aboslutely fabulous my dear boy. I expect great things from you my boy. This is your destiny." The god proclaimed with great delight. "Let's send you there right away, it shouldn't hurt at all. No promises tho." "I don't believe in destiny, I'm just doing this to kill some time." The man said, brushing his hair behind his ears as he starts fading away. "Oh and one more thing, the names Noel." The man, seconds away from being reborn into a new world. "Good luck Noel, you'll need it. After all, the demon lord has a pee fetish" the god says, just as the man disappears completely. *Hello all, this is a story I'll be working on for a while. This is just a little prelude of what's the come, the full chapter 1 will be out in a day or 2. And don't worry, this story will contain lots of omo. Until next time*