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  1. question for swimmers

    I've found this message in a forum I follow "I've seen it happen on many occasions. Girls on the swim team don't have the time to all wait for the bathroom. Occasionally our team will travel to other pools which require use of locker rooms that aren't ours. Our somewhat unspoken rule is that if the locker room is nice and in good shape, we try to pee into the drains and not to leave too many puddles. But; if the locker room is very run down no one really cares where they go. It common to have about five to ten girls of the team around the sinks and the mirrors changing after practice. Usually if they need to pee they will just step away from where they are and go, or the ones that sit on the sink usually just pee off of it. I do feel bad sometimes about the puddles we leave. A lot of the time my pee is very yellow and when I pee I tend to pee a lot." is it something that happens a lot ?
  2. female Car Wetting 2

    So, this took place during second grade, around the early to mid year if memory serves. After getting changed out of the last diaper in my pack, we were gonna go pick up more after, I buckled into the passenger seat. On the way out of the neighborhood where my elementary/middle school, Saint John Vianney was, I looked at my mom and told her, "Mommy, I gotta pee." she stopped the car, and just as I was getting out to pee on a tire, as I had done a few times when driving while diaperless, my bladder released, and I swiftly flooded my khaki pants. My mom patted my shoulder, and changed me into a fresh diaper once we got some at Toys R Us
  3. Once again, I tied for my volume record, which is just shy of one liter of pee in one go. Normally, I only do holds via the rapid desperation method because I'm too impatient to do it normally. But, this time I did a regular hold(but with some alcohol mixed in to speed things along). I didn't feel like I was as desperate as I've felt in the past when I've peed this much. But, I started getting an unpleasant pain behind my dick and I also had to poop. So, I called it quits on the hold and decided to see where I was at. As you can see from the picture, I made it just shy of 1 Liter. Maybe this really is just the capacity of my bladder. As fun as it would be to break my own record, I fear I may be doomed to live forever in <1Liter bladder obscurity.
  4. Fire Emblem: Tales of Journey

    [[Authors Note: Hello. Well, I’ve been seeing a lot of these interactive stories and participating in some of them, so I’ve decided to give it a try myself. I’ll see if there is any interest after my first post and, maybe if a few people seem to enjoy it, I’ll continue it. This story will mix combat and character based conversations, with the typical Omo.com twist of adding bladder meters to your party members. When in combat, one’s bladder (and perhaps something else if interest is shown in it) may give out, causing them to wet themselves in battle. The bladder meter will be active at all times, for both genders of character. In addition, with few exceptions, most characters can be romantically/sexually paired up. This story will be based on the Fire Emblem series of games, with original characters. Character classes and appearances will be based on Fire Emblem series, specifically FE: Awakening and FE: Fates. In addition, stats will be loosely based on games. The Strength stat concerns all physical based attacks. Magic concerns all magical attacks. Defense concerns one’s ability to absorb physical damage. Resistance concerns one’s ability to absorb magic attacks. To make combat more simple, the speed and skill stats will not be used. The Luck stat, however, will be used, and will dictate critical attacks and one’s ability to catch themselves if they are about to wet themselves in battles. All party members will have an unique stat, which will be unexplained, but may help them depending on certain situations. Health will not be visible for the fight and will rather be displayed as a status condition. In addition, combat will be considered ‘casual’ by Fire Emblem standards, as party members do not die in combat and are instead knocked out. With this being said, if interest is shown, we may begin]] Three figures sit around a small fire in a clearing in a forest. The sounds of the forest ring out around them. An owl howling in the distance. The wind blowing against the trees. The fire roaring softly. Our protagonist looks up at their two companions and sighs, tired from a long day with a clear twinge in their bladder. [Pick a Protagonist, a supporter, and a mentor from the list below. Each potential character will be marked as either a protagonist, supporter, combination of the two, or a mentor.} Morrigan (Protagonist/Supporter) [the student of magic] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young looking girl with purple hair in curls. Shorter than average height, Five foot two. Covers herself with the basic blue robes of a student of magic. With pale skin and a slim build, she has equally slim breasts and a small bladder. Very modest about where she relieves herself. Background: Naturally gifted in magic and naturally able to use dark magic, Morrigan was unaware of her powers until her 13th birthday, when her normal life with her parents in a small town changed forever when she fell into a mirror. After five years that she barely recalls, her powers have became stable and powerful as she awoke in a forest. If chosen as protagonist, the Coming Home quest will be activated. Class/Starting Stats: Mage, Level 10 Strength: 0 Magic: 7+2(Magic +2) Defense: 2 Resistance: 5 Luck: 5 Cuteness: 10 Skills: Shadowfaire: Allows this unit to use dark tomes, even if not a dark mage. Magic 2+: Gains a natural +2 to magic stat. Starting equipment: Flux: Dark Magic, 60% Accuracy, 5 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Wind: Wind magic, 90% Accuracy, 1 base damage, 0% natural crit chance Ace (Protagonist/Supporter) [the sharpshooter] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young man with short, brown hair. Five foot five in height, tan skin, and an athletic build. Wears the light chainmail coat with his family crest, a gold bow with a white arrow, on his arms. He has a medium sized bladder, reserved about where he relieves himself. Background: Ace was the son of a noble family who were known for the great archers who belonged to the line. As such, Ace was trained in archery from a young age. After joining the military, Ace and his squad were sent on a mission deep into enemy territory. Ace and his squad were separated, with the rest of his squad presumed dead. If selected as protagonist, the starting mission “Mission Report” will be activated. Class/Starting stats: Archer: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic: 1 Defense: 4 Resistance: 4 Luck:4 Focus: 10 Skills: Headshot: 30% additional chance to crit +20 Hit: Additional +20% to hit Starting Equipment: Iron Bow: A common bow: 70% Accuracy, 4 base damage, 0% natural crit chance. Vera (Protagonist)[the vengeful one] Age: 20 Physical description: A woman with half her face scarred, her long hair dyed a dark shade of pink covers the scarred half of her face. Her skin is deeply tanned, her build athletic, and her breasts firm B cups, she wears a white tank top and long black pants, which she doesn’t mind emptying her bladder into. She has a medium sized bladder, but isn’t reserved about where she empties it. Background: Vera was once a high school student in a foreign land, but after an encounter with a devious magic user, she ‘died’. However, she woke up in a forest, in an age which to her seemed distant, less advanced than what she was used to. If chosen as protagonist, the starting quest Revenga will be activated. Cannot be chosen as a supporter, as Vera follows no one. Class/Starting Stats: Samurai:: Level 10 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense: 5 Resistance: 2 Luck: 3 Angst: 10 Skills: Bloodlust: Boosts all stats temporarily by 1 after successfully felling an enemy. Vantage: 20% increased chance to dodge attacks of any type. Starting Equipment: Iron Katana: A standard katana: 80% accuracy, 4 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Rose (Protagonist/Supporter)[the loyal friend] Age: 21 Physical appearance: a young woman with long flaming red hair. With tan skin and B cup breasts covered by her suit of leather armor. She has a large bladder, but is somewhat reserved on where she releases it. Background: Vera’s best friend, after discovering that her friend was actually alive somewhere, she hunted down an associate of the man responsible and forced him to send Rose after Vera. Donning a set of plain leather armor and a straight sword to fit to her new surroundings, selecting Rose as a protagonist will activate the starting quest Vera. In addition, if she supports Vera, she will gain a different unique stat. Class/Starting Stats: Mercenary: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance 3 Luck: 3 Determination: 10 (If not supporting Vera) Persuasion: 10 (If supporting Vera) Skills: Duelist: Deals increased damage when facing a single opponent Patience: 10% increased chance to dodge and hit when enemy attacks first Starting equipment: Iron Straight Sword: A standard straight sword: 85% Accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Iron shield: A common shield used throughout the land. Kara (Supporter)[the allied knight] Age: 22 Physical description: A tall ‘women’, six feet tall, with brunette hair that reaches her shoulders. Wrapped in light plate mail that covers her dark skin. She has a large bladder and is willing to empty it anywhere, but only in front of people she trusts with her secret. Background: Kara once trained as a knight and in the way of using a lance. Though, after complications arose when trying to join the military, she joined a mercenary group. After her group was annihilated in battle, she disappeared into the woods until she found the protagonist. Has always been a follower, and therefore cannot be the protagonist. Class/Starting Stats: Knight: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 7+2 (Defense +2) Resistance: 1 Luck: 2 Defense: 10 Skills: Sworn Shield: 25% chance to defend the protagonist from attacks when nearby. Defense +2: Additional 2 points in Defense) Starting equipment: Spear: A lance that can be easily thrown: 70% accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Steel shield: A well made shield meant for a knight: Evans (Protagonist/Supporter)[the rogue ninja] Age: 22 Physical description: A blond haired man of average height and athletic build, clad in plain green robes. Usually keeps to himself when it comes to his private needs, unless he’s drank alcohol recently, a common event, in which case he’s usually open with it. Background: A self-taught ninja, who learned the art from a series of scrolls rather than formal teaching, His main purpose from this was to sell his skill to the highest bidder, though eventually learned of his true calling. Choosing him as the protagonist activates the starting quest Revolution. Class/starting stats: Ninja: Level 10 Strength: 4 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance: 5 Luck: 7 Cunning: 10 Skills: Acrobat: Has a 40% chance to dodge all attacks. Vanishing Act: Can disappear from enemies for a short time using smoke bombs. Starting equipment: Kunai Knives (x2): A ninja’s knife, good for close and ranged combat: 90% accuracy, 3 base damage, 40% natural crit chance Smoke bombs (x5): A small package which causes an explosion of smoke when thrown to the ground. Sif (Protagonist/Supporter)[the murder doll] Age: 19 Physical description: A small looking woman with short black hair clad in chain and cloth armor. Pale skin, making her resemble a large painted doll when not moving. Has tiny breasts and an even smaller bladder, which she will relieve whenever she pleases. Background: A skilled fighter, Sif’s doll like appearance makes her enemies underestimate her. By the time they realize their mistake, it is too late. Little is known about Sif’s past. If chosen as the protagonist, starting quest The Doll is activated. Class/Starting Stats: Spear Fighter: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic:0 Defense: 4 Resistance: 2 Luck: 4 Brutality: 10 Skills: Merciless: 40% chance to instantly finish off an enemy when they are wounded. Lethality: 10% chance to instantly finish off an enemy. Starting equipment: Iron Nagitama: An eastern polearm: 70% accuracy, 5 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Ciel (mentor)[the witch seer] Age: ??? Physical description: A young looking woman with short purple hair and a golden eye patch. Her purple robe and black witch hat cover her body, making it unsure what her body looks like. She also never seems to relieve herself, which means that either she can relieve herself magically or the inside of her robe is usually soaked. Background: Ciel is a witch who has forgotten how long she has known magic or been able to see into the future. All she is certain of is that the protagonist needs her assistance, whether Ciel likes it or not. Class/Starting Stats: Witch, Level 25 Strength: 2 Magic: 9 Defense: 3 Resistance: 7 Luck: 4 Wisdom: 10 Skills: Future Sight: 60% chance to avoid enemy attacks, after seeing them happen in the future. Witchcraft: 5% chance on turning enemies into small animal when attacking with dark magic Starting equipment: Nosferatu: A dark tome: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 5% natural crit chance, absorbs half damage dealt as health. Alice (Mentor)[the assassin’s legacy) Age: 31 Physical description: A woman with a long brown hair in a pony tail. Standing five foot ten, usually in tight leather, pressing her B cups close to her body, she is more concerned about who sees her relieve her medium sized bladder rather than where she does it. For example, she will not pee in front of her daughter. In addition, she won’t cheat on her husband, but if pushed to her sexual limit, she imagines her husband would forgive her if it was with another woman. Background: Working as an assassin for many years while her husband raised their daughter, Morrigan. Once her daughter and husband went missing, she retired from assassination and went out into the world to find them, helping whoever she could along her along the way. If mentoring Morrigan, starting quest is changed to Father. Class/Starting Stats: Assassin: Level 5 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense:3 Resistance: 4 Luck: 7 Dexterity: 10 Skills: Heartseeker: All attacks have an additional 30% chance to crit Lethality: Has a 10% chance to instantly kill her enemy. Starting equipment: Estoc: A deadly thrusting sword: 80% accuracy, 7 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Steel bow: A well-made longbow: 85% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Z (Mentor)[the grim knight] Age: ??? Physical description: An imposing six foot one figure clad in black plate mail with a featureless black mask. The only piece of skin that can be seen is his impressive manhood in one of the rare moments that he relieves himself. Background: A mysterious man who refuses to say why he is here, but has shown how prowess in combat enough for few to question him or his loyalty. Class/Starting stats: Revenant: Level 5 Strength: 6 Magic: 6 Defense: 5 Resistance: 4 Luck: 2 Dominance: 10 Skills: Soul Crash: When using magic, high chance to stun enemies Soul Crush: Has the ability to make sure that fallen enemies don’t get back up. Starting equipment: Dark axe: A large axe made from a black metal: 50% accuracy, 8 base damage, 20% natural crit chance. Black fireball: a burning orb of darkness hurled at the enemy: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance. With the options available, please vote for the combination you would like to see. If I see a trend, I’ll continue this story with Chapter One. In addition, if you would like to, please vote from a scale of one to five (one being dry, five being completely soaked) on how much you would like omorashi to play a factor. Also, vote whether or not you’d like to see messing make appearances in the story. With that being said, fingers crossed that this little story of mine turns out well.
  5. I peed my pants this morning. I wore new boxer briefs and old blue jeans. I spent an hour reading post in this forum and getting turned on. I was laying on my bed in my new boxer briefs, touching my penis yhrough the fabric. I love the way my cock feels through the fabric. It felt so good. I let my bladder fill up and when it was time, I put on my blue jeans and went to the bathroom. I actually recorded the whole thing on my phone but I was too embarrassed to post it. It wasn't the best quality and there wasn't a lot of sound. I peed myself for about thirty seconds. It felt so good to feel my hot piss flowing down my legs. It was an okay size wetting. My pissy pants felt great to wear. I watched the video still standing in my pissy pants and I started stroking my erection through my pissy boxer briefs. I felt so horny and naughty. It only took a couple of minutes before I came in my dirty undies. I deleted the video but now I wish I didn't erase it.
  6. Haven't gone since i went to bed last night, I like waking up dry. Was really frisky this morning for some reason and decided I would like to see how long I could hold it before I give up. Been wearing my diaper all night and now, with the coffee I am drinking, the urge to go is getting more intense. I'm just going to sit on my favorite couch and see what happens... I really hope it doesn't leak, might put on my plastic pants just to be safe...
  7. Live Action Omorashi

    I've noticed a lot of threads about people holding it, and then posting what is happening to them as time passes. I've decided to consolidate this into a single thread in order to keep the board from getting cluttered. I will keep this short and sweet. Basically, if you're holding it right now and you want an audience, go ahead and post in this thread. Mention things such as your level of desperation and provide as many details as you can. While I would prefer all live action stuff to go in this thread, that doesn't mean you are obligated to do it. If you would rather, you could always hold it, do what needs to be done, and then post a separate thread about what happened. This is subject to change as questions and problems arise.
  8. Jackson O'Doherty pees in his shorts in public Jackson O'Doherty piss shorts.mov
  9. There were two things that Walter Strickler was aware of when he woke up; number 1 was that two pissed off inhabitants of Trollmarket were watching him like hawks, and number 2 was that he needed to take a very urgent leak. Normally, he would have no qualms about just whipping it out and going in front of others, but in light of recent events, he didn't think that would be a good move. Instead, he thought about voicing his need, but then thought better of it, knowing that the two trolls beneath him probably wouldn't let him go anyway, even if he asked. He supposed that the ire of the troll duo below wasn't exactly unwarranted, after all, changelings were made to be spies that could blend in, but he was sure that even the most horrific of criminals deserved to be treated better than this. He shifted a little in his small cage, partly because his legs were beginning to go to sleep, but also because his need was becoming more dire by the minute. He was thankful that the cage he was currently inhabiting, was lifted far off of the ground so that he could discreetly grab himself if need be. However, just as he had finished thanking the Lord, his cage began to lower towards the two trolls. Strickler tensed, as he suspected that the duo were going to pull him out of the cage and beat on him, especially since he was no longer bound to Barbara. Surprisingly though, the trolls just left him hanging just a little off the ground, continuing to watch him. One of the two declared his need to pee, and made his way over to the prisoners relief station, as he made use of it Strickler closed his eyes and tried to drown out the noise, lest he embarrass himself by soiling himself. - Hours passed and the trolls had been replaced with one Alexx Lake, who was sitting on the floor and trying to converse with the changeling. Of course, Strickler didn't say much and he didn't do much except fidget and squirm which it was clear Alexx picked up on. However, much to his relief, Alexx didn't ask about his inability to keep still, instead she just kept talking. Her constant chatter provided a welcome distraction from his ever filling bladder. Until it didn't that is. It wasn't long until all Strickler could think about was his bladder, and emptying it, preferably willingly. A spasm wracked his body, and drawing an involuntary groan from him, causing him to lean forward and clutch lightly at his crotch. Alexx drew silent, tilting her head at him and then standing up, and as soon as Strickler saw the movement, he removed his hands from his groin, giving the young woman a strained smile. "Are you alright Mr. Strickler?" She asked. The former teacher gave a nod and as another, weaker spasm wracked up his spine, his eye twitched, but that was about it. He continued to talk with Alexx, feeling his desperation get worse and worse, until the next spasm sent a millisecond long spurt of pee into his underwear. Quickly, Strickler grasped his confined penis, this time not caring that Alexx was watching. A flash of light emanated from inside the cage signalling that Strickler had just switched to his troll form. A faint dusting of brown appeared over the changelings cheeks, and he shut his eyes against the onslaught of embarrassment that filled his heart. "Why didn't you say that you needed to pee?" Alexx asked. Strickler looked at the young woman, and then gripped his dick again as another spasm sent another spurt into his pants. A groan escaped him, and his other hand came down to join the first as he shifted to sit with his long legs crossed and bent. "The trolls-" he began. Alexx at first was confused, but then she caught on to what he was saying and frowned. "You should've called for myself or Jim," she said. The brown blush on his face darkened, and once again Alexx showed her unique ability to read troll faces, this time by understanding that Strickler didn't want to seem weak in front of the ones who called him 'impure'. She sighed and then gave a small smile, before turning towards one of the guards. "Open his cage," she demanded. The guard she was talking to sneered at her and she growled, walking up to him and getting into his face. "My brother is the Trollhunter, and you will do as I say, or risk invoking his wrath," she said. The guards looked at one another, before the one she was talking to pulled out the keys and walked up to the cage. Upon actually taking notice of the predicament Strickler was in, the guard -who hated changelings himself- made a show of trying to find the right key, enjoying the way Strickler squirmed and groaned. Another growl from the human proved to get the guard moving faster, and in no time the cage door was open and Alexx was standing there to help her former teacher. "Come on, let's get you some relief," she stated. Another spurt escaped Strickler's partially closed off urethra, and by now he had a sizeable wet patch on the front of his purple pants. The changeling moved so that his legs were dangling off the side of the cage, and as another spasm rocked him, he leaned forward and practically crushed his penis between his hands. His breathing was becoming erratic, and sweat was leaking from his stone flesh. As soon as his feet hit the floor, an even stronger spasm went through him, and Alexx heard the faint one-second hiss of his pee escaping his body, before the noise stopped. "You're so silly Strickler," she chastised. Tears welled up in the changeling's eyes, and he grit his teeth as he started to bounce his knees. His legs were crossed and he was bent at the waist, a tribute to exactly how desperate he was. Looping her arm around one of his, Alexx began to lead him towards the prisoner's bathroom, stopping a few times when he did to regain control. After what seemed like hours to a very desperate Strickler, the duo reached the prisoner's relief station and Alexx moved to turn away, only to have to catch Strickler as he went to sink to his knees. "I can't-" he whispered. Alexx rubbed his back in comfort, smiling at him as she did. "Yes you can. If it's easier for you, just pull the top of your pants down and do it that way," she suggested. Strickler whimpered a little, but managed to let go of himself with one hand, only to stick that same hand down the front of his purple pants, the other hand quickly came up to yank the front down and he pulled himself out. Alexx immediately averted her eyes, and stayed there holding him up, feeling him shaking with repressed need. A few seconds later, there was the sound of hissing, accompanied by the sound of liquid hitting the side of the relief station, and a groan of relief from the tall, green troll. Alexx kept her eyes averted, humming to herself to take her mind off of what was happening. His stream continued for what seemed like minutes, but in reality it was only several seconds until it started to die down into piddles. Strickler was still panting, even as he made sure that even the last drop fell off the tip of his penis. When done, he put himself away and turned his face towards Alexx a small smile appearing on his lips and a strange feeling in his chest. He noticed that the young woman had kept her eyes averted the whole time, though he would have thought that with her interest in every part of troll anatomy, she would have peeked. Alexx looked into his eyes and raised an eyebrow at the inquisition that was there. "What?" She asked. Strickler shook his head and then looked down to the now half full relief station, before he looked back at the human female. "I would've thought that you would risk a peek," he replied. The human female snorted a little and shook her head. "I'm not going to take advantage of your desperation to catch a glimpse of your penis Strickler. If I'm going to see that part of your anatomy, I'd rather It be on your terms. That is to say, I'd rather have you want to show me, not because I got too curious and snuck a peek while you were urinating," she said. Strickler smiled and then made himself a promise, a promise that said that if he were to get out of this alive, he would show Alexx his manhood willingly, and allow her to study him till her heart's content.
  10. Don't be too obvious...

    A little bit of background, this is going to be my first fiction piece. Basically this will be about a group of three kids, about the age of 16-17. The two main protagonists, Andrew and Aidan, have just recently opened up to each other about their omo interests and are going to hang out, but the other friend Chris is coming too, and he doesn't know about all this. So the theee boys will be hanging out all week in a cabin the rented together far removed from society. Aidan has given Andrew the ability to control his bathroom habits for the week, but they shouldn't let Chris in on it. About half of the story will be told from Aidan POV and the rest from Andrews. Also Aidan has a small bladder and because they don't want Chris to know, they will mainly communicate through text. Let's see how it goes. --------------------------------------------- Andrew waited anxiously at his house. His two best friends would be coming over soon, and the three were heading up north to go camping for the week in a cabin. Andrew had rented a camper. Aidan was about to leave his house to go to Andrews house with his parents. He had to pee a bit, but kind of wanted to start fresh for his "master" for the week. What should he do? 1) pee before leaving 2) stay as is 3) drink more water.
  11. female Barely Made It Home

    So today I attempted my first public holding/wetting. I was working a double shift last night and when I left in the morning I decided to take care of a few errands in the city. And since I had the day off I thought it would be a good time to plan a hold. Well i've always wanted to try and set up a public wetting so I can experience the great fear of wetting yourself in public, with the result of totally soaking yourself, hoping to succeed. I got a large coffee in the morning and it made me pee like crazy. Once I had left the place I was, having peed 2 times before, the urge to pee was hitting me for the 3rd time. I decided to ignore it and leave heading home on the train. When I was walking to the train I was getting very excited and wanted to succeed in having a real accident. With my kidneys still up to speed from the coffee earlier, I chugged about 50oz of water before I took the subway back home. Sitting on the train, my bladder was slowly filling and pressure increasing. my heart was racing like crazy and I had to relax, and tried dosing off for a little bit. When I awoken 15 something minutes later my bladder was pretty much bursting at this point. I started fidgeting around in the seat hoping no one would notice. I knew I could last a lot longer and wanted this to work so I passed my usual stop I get off to get back on the other way to kill time. When I got up it hit me, HARD. It was impossible to not stand while squirming shaking and crossing my legs. My desperation waves were pretty intense at this point. I started moaning in discomfort really low to myself, but no one really noticed. My lower belly and bladder was bulging out, as I got on the train going back the other way and got off at the stop to walk the longer way home, just to make sure i would finally grant my wish and lose full control. The walk back to my house was a very long painful experience. I was so desperate I was walking slow while moaning constantly. If I jogged for more than 10 seconds I definitely would have started peeing. I wasn't sure if I was gonna make it at this point. My bladder started to spasm and I had to start walking while holding my dick. The first few leaks began to show on my skinny jeans as I walked the last few long blocks. Every block I thought to myself "this one is it, i'm gonna end up flooding my jeans on this one". Every person passing by I thought "i cant pee in front of this person. I can't deal with that humiliation". I couldn't believe I was literally about to pee my pants in broad daylight! There was a point where I just wanted to stop and just let it all go right where I stood but I my goal was to wait until I was fully peeing uncontrollably. The closer I got to my house, the closer I felt I was getting to peeing myself and the bigger the wet spot on my jeans had grew. I had passed a school and had to walk on the other side of the block. I wasn't gonna pee my pants in front of a bunch of kids in broad daylight. Matter of fact I shouldn't have done this whole plan in broad daylight, but I couldn't help myself. I really want to feel that full bladder give out feeling. The last block was the hardest because I started passing my neighbors HOPING they would not notice what was now a big noticeable wet streak on my jeans. Thankfully no one noticed. And I don't know how, but I managed to dig through my bag for my keys, unlock my door, only spurting a few leaks. I thought that was gonna be the end right there. But I ended up getting in, getting my shoes off, jumping in my shower to film it and take pictures. By the time I jumped into my shower my whole crotch was drenched and shortly after that, I opened the floodgates and gussssssshhhhhhhhhh out came the pee. There was a lovely hissing noise coming from my jeans as I was soaking my skinny jeans from front to back, top to bottom, peeing for like 3 minutes. Still didn't fully give out involuntarily, but it was still fun. I'll say this for a fact i'm DEFINITELY doing this at night from now on, never planning this in daylight again. Maybe ill get drunk next time at night, down like 2 beers and head on the train home. See how that one goes lol. But anyways finally decided to take a pic and video, for the ones who adore the sound of pee gushing out into pants https://vimeo.com/233393788 password: hissypee
  12. There has been some great stories here recently about wettings in snowpants, so I thought I would share my story! This happened last year when I went skiing with a friend in the Alps. At breakfast that morning, as I sat dressed in my thick snowpants over jeans I already felt a bit naughty. I was staying in a separate room from my friend, so I knew I could have some fun without getting noticed. I finished eating and had another two cups of coffee and an orange juice. I was already feeling the effects in my bladder as I sipped a bottle of water in the car on the way to the lifts. Once there, I got another drink from a machine which I sipped happily on the first chairlift. I was genuinely curious how long I would be able to hold on, as I wasn't planning on wetting myself on purpose.. The first couple of rides went by while I forgot about my plan for a little while. It was so much fun! Then, after about two hours, as we were standing in line for the chairlift, I could feel my bladder bulging inside my snowpants. My heart started racing as I realized what was happening. There were no toilets around this particular lift, so I had to accept my fate.. I knew I was going to have an accident! We got on the lift, it was just the two of us on the bench. I felt a mix of excitement and fear, as I did not know if the wetness I was about to unleash would show through my black pants. After only a minute into the ride, it happened. I was peeing myself like a little boy on a school excursion, only this time I was 28 years old! At first, a jet of pee wet my boxer shorts. Then there was no stopping it. I completely soaked by boxers, my jeans and my snowpants. I could feel my bum slowly getting warm and wet. A rush of arousal and shame rushed trough me as we stepped of the lift. Amazingly, it did not show! I decided to just keep on skiing and wetting myself whenever I needed it for the rest of the day. As we had lunch in the restaurantat the summit, I warmed my pants up again by slowly letting go, this time on purpose. We also went for a drink at an afterski, still in my wet pants. It was extremely crowded, and as I sat squeezed in on a bench between two cute girls, I let go again. Hope you enjoyed my story! Would love to hear other experiences with snowpants!
  13. I absolutely love drawing, especially making my own comics. As I was looking through some of my old stuff I found a short omo comic about Damian Wayne I started back when I first signed up for this site (I chose Damian because I find the grumpy little kid adorable and there's barely anything omo related about him to be found), but lost inspiration to finish. I realized I've never posted anything I've drawn before here and decided to upload it before it gets lost in the sea of past works again. I hope the writing is legible; if not I'll add new text later. :) And please don't make fun of my Bat!Grayson... I know he's bad
  14. Here is my latest wetting!! Unlike all of my previous wettings, I use my HD Camcorder here. The video is in 1080p. Now, on to the wetting! ;) I am wearing a pair of jeans. Usually they would be slightly too big, but my bladder is so full that they felt super tight on me! I have to pee so bad that it burns just to stand up straight. I begin to release slowly as the pressure becomes too much, and then I totally flood my jeans, letting the flood of pee gush as fast as it can. I hope you enjoy! ;) Me peeing.mp4
  15. Overdue for a post. Hope people like. VID_20170908_122627.mp4
  16. female One of my first holds

    Hi guys, this is my first time writing about one of my experiences, feel free to share yours too! When I was sixteen I was well aware of my preference for omorashi, I enjoyed holding my bladder, but seldom wet due to living with my parents. I've also always had a strong bladder, and rather than lose control of it, it just starts to hurt. Though this has developed more as I got older, and I did have accidents as a child. Anyway, this is the story of one of my first proper holds. I woke up one day and went for my morning wee, rushing around to get ready for school. I put on grey uniform trousers, white shirt, tie and school jumper. I was running late, but my mum had filled my steel water bottle with some tea to take with me. I got into the car and started sipping the hot tea as my dad grumbled about how late I was making him. As he grumbled I went over my schedule for the day. It was a Tuesday, and I had a youth group after school. My dad was working late, and I knew my mum would be meeting her friend, and that meant I would arrive home to an empty house. Whenever I had an empty house I would do a hold, but usually only had a couple hours and no notice, so they weren't very interesting, but this meant I had the whole day to fill my bladder. I eagerly finished off my tea before arriving at school, excited for the day ahead. Classes began, and I was bored as usual. I hadn't had a chance to refill my water bottle, so I couldn't drink anything. Once the class ended, I quickly went to fill it before heading to the next one. I steadily drank it through my classes. By the time lunch hit I had to pee, but it was the kind of pressure that you don't notice unless you're actively thinking about it. The level where if someone asked if you had to pee you'd realise that you do, but wouldn't really think of it besides that. I have to admit I can't remember exactly how much I drank, I know I made an effort to drink more than usual. That being said, I don't drink a whole lot unless I'm exercising or eating anyway. By the time the day ended I needed to go moderately, but certainly wasn't desperate. I got waited by the bus stop for my youth group, feeling somewhat impatient and wishing I'd drank more. My bus arrived, and I got to youth group. I was hungry when I arrived, and decided to get myself a sandwich and a coke. The youth group was two hours, and I was hungry. I ate and drank, and was afterwards considerably less grumpy. I went to youth group and chatted and hung out with people for about half an hour, when the coke seemed to hit my bladder. At this level, I was the perfect level of desperation. I had to go, and could feel the pressure in my bladder consistently, but it didn't hurt yet. Usually when I hit this point, I like to begin to pleasure myself. After I've pleasured myself, I don't have any interest in holding anymore, so I just go. This didn't last too long, and about an hour later the pressure was beginning to be painful. It wasn't an unbearable pain, and still somewhat enjoyable. The last half hour of the group was uncomfortable, as I couldn't move about or show my desperation obviously. At this point I did consider just going, but thought that would be a waste of effort. The group eventually ended, and I went to catch my bus. As I walked out, I saw the bus pass, but didn't mind too much. This would give me a chance to get more desperate. Once I was at the bus stop I began to squirm around and grab my crotch. It's not that I needed to in order not to wet, but having this fetish, I was enjoying exaggerating my desperation. Just as I was getting lost in my thoughts, and wondering how long the bus would take, two facilitators from the youth group came to wait for their own bus. It was a different bus, but while they were there I had to stop my squirming and chat nicely. When they finally got on their bus, I instantly resumed my dancing about. As it was quite late, and nobody else as around I didn't even try to be subtle. Although I first was exaggerating my actions, after forty five minutes, it was starting to become genuine. I was wondering where my bus was, as it was supposed to come every half hour. I squirmed and danced, eventually sitting down and waiting irritably. Fifteen minutes later, the pain was becoming serious, and I wanted relief. At this point I was cold, and hungry and didn't really care about the hold in my discomfort. I paced around the bushes near the bus stop, seriously considering taking a leak in one. I decided to do it, and stood behind the nearest bush. I decided to relax my bladder and let a little into my underwear, as it looked like I wasn't going to be wetting myself. It took me a moment, but I managed to let a little bit go. I reached down to my belt buckle, and as I did, saw that my bus was coming. I quickly went onto the pavement by the bus stop, and got my ticket ready. I got on the mostly empty bus, and went to the back, where I would be the only person. I squirmed around on the seat, but didn't quite have the courage to actually grab myself or let out another spurt. But the pain was getting unpleasant again. I looked out of the bus, and saw I was the only one left on. The stop was soon, so I relaxed my bladder a bit. This time the leak came far easier, immediately after I stopped actively holding it in. Having enjoyed the feeling of the warm wetness, I let some more go. This time a lot got out, and I quickly grabbed myself to stop it. I didn't want to wet in public, both for the sake of others and my own humiliation. I felt my hand was wet, and looked down to see a small wet patch on my grey school trousers. This both excited and embarrassed me slightly. What if my parents were home early and saw? I certainly didn't want to explain my fetish to them, and the only other option would be feigning a genuine accident, which could cause a trip to the doctor. These worries in mind, once I got off the bus I quickly began walking to my house. I was now both in pain and worried, a bad combination, especially for something that was supposed to be enjoyable. I got to my house, and saw the lights inside were off. Good, I was the first one home. As I took my keys out I looked down at my wet spot in the dim light provided my street lamps, and crossed my legs. I kept my hand on my crotch and tried to unlock the door. It was jammed, I played around with it a bit longer, becoming impatient. I wanted to wet before my parents got home, but not out here on the street. I took my hand off my crotch to properly try and get the door unlocked, and as I did a spurt came out involuntarily. I paled, both excited and terrified by the prospect of actually losing control. The door finally clicked open and I hurried inside, more leaks coming out as I kicked of my shoes and dropped my bag at the door. I marched in place and held my crotch as I struggled to do the locks back up. I sprinted upstairs to the toilet, and felt a steady stream make its way out. I stopped halfway up the stairs and grabbed myself, jumping up and down. I couldn't wet here, not on the carpeted stairs. I managed to stop the stream, but my whole crotch was soaked, with a trail down my leg. I ran up the rest of the way into the toilet, and as soon I shut the door completely relaxed. I watched the pee run down my legs soaking into my trousers, turning them more black than grey. When a puddle started to form on the floor, I quickly hopped into the bath tub, not wanting more clean up than necessary. When I finished I was in a happy relieved daze, but couldn't enjoy it long. I used toilet paper to wipe up the small puddle I'd made before getting into the bath tub, and turned the water on to wash the pee in the tub away. I pulled off my wet clothes, and pulled on boxers and a t shirt. I gathered my wet clothes and other dirty laundry, throwing them in the wash and turning it on. I didn't want my parents to know of the accident, and the smell of the clothes if they weren't washed would be a dead giveaway. I'd only just turned the machine on when I heard the car pulling up, and I ran to the couch and turned on the telly. Doing my best to look relaxed, as though I'd been watching the whole time since I got home.
  17. female Unplanned Morning Mess

    So i awoken really early this morning in bed still half asleep. Ever have those times where you are half awake and suddenly feel ridiculously horny? Well that happened to me just earlier. But this wasnt the usual kind though. Laying there with my half conscious mind I realized my insane need to pee. Now i have a habit of drinking alot of water, so getting up during the night to release a massive gush is a regular thing. So i guess it didnt hit me till the early morning. Anyways, still warm and cozy, half asleep with a full throbbing bladder, those naughty holds and wets ive done was giving me intense waves of arousal in my half conscious mind. I had a strong urge to do something about it. So with full awareness of what I was about to do, ignoring the cleaning consequences afterwards, I just start letting my pee flow. The feeling of letting go of a full bladder while extremely comfortable I cannot even begin to describe in words. I was just laying there so cozy, soaking myself (nude sleeper btw) in wet warmth. As soon as I finished peeing I had realized what i'd done, and regretted it bad. Ive only ever wet my sheets intentionally, twice before this for the same reason. And I guess I forgot that the cleanup was just not worth it. Luckily I have a waterproof mattress cover. But i am definately never doing this again.
  18. I had quite a lot to drink during the afternoon and held as long as I could. Then finally stepped into shower in my tidy whities (Hugo Boss) and decided to video the wetting. Caution, very brief flash of male private parts. After finishing, decided to rinse off with shower, still in my undies. Movie09-09-2017_1903.mov Movie09-09-20117_1905.mov
  19. female Cycling wetting 13

    I think this is my best video yet. Anyway, I think I was caught by another cyclist behind me while I was doing this wetting--I could just feel my face turning super red from embarrassment, with my mind racing a mile a minute to figure out what to say if confronted. Luckily he kept going, but I think he turned around and knew something was up. Honestly I'm a bit disappointed and also relieved (literally) that it didn't happen...it would have been exhilarating to have someone realize that I wet my spandex. I digress--enjoy the video! cyc13.wmv
  20. Well, today, I was at lunch with my family, and my parents put this movie on TV, and I just found something that caught my attention. I saw the word "hold", wriggling, and mentioning something about wanting to pee. I was just finishing, so I stopped right away to look for that scene xd does not have as much content, but there is desperation, and it is interesting to think that it was enduring 12 days ... also the effects of letters with yellow liquid give a pretty touch. I would have liked to see a lot more of those 12 days ... if only the creators would have done an extra with that in specific ... but not all are fans of the art of filling the bladder to the limit, right?
  21. Wet a diaper in bed. Don't even normally wear them myself but decided to try them out. I guess it was a good thing because after I put it on I was tired and went back to sleep. Now it's soaked... thankfully it held most so the bed isn't really wet... now I know I should change but..... I'm a wetter so peed pants without the mess is awesome.
  22. female One Memorable Hayride

    Hayrides are always fun. Our Youth Director thinks so, too; so he plans several each year, usually one every season. Spring hay rides often get rained out. Summer hayrides are usually hot. Fall hayrides are almost always okay. But Winter hay rides: Ah, yes: Winter hayrides: Winter hayrides are the best. Winter hayrides are cold. Cold makes for snuggling, and big bon fires, and shmores, and blankets to cuddle under. Yes, Winter hayrides are the best. We swung by to pick up Alison; then Dad dropped us off by the truck in the Church parking lot. The sign at the bank showed 26 degrees. The air was clear and crisp. A million stars spangled the sky; out of town there would be a billion. "Hot chocolate in the kitchen; come on." Alison grabbed my hand and led the way. Alison was like that, leading the way, which was fine with me; I always enjoyed where she took me. We each drank two mugs, thick, hot, and gloriously chocolatey. "Let's role," sang out the Youth Director. Grabbing our blankets, into the back of the truck we climbed, each couple seeking a choice spot in the fragrant hay. As we sank into the hay, Alison deftly flipped a blanket over us both, leaving only our heads exposed. Once into the country, these, too, would disappear. Soon little girly giggles emanating from blanketed mounds testified to the doings of the others; but I never noticed. Alison was Alison all over that night, and I craved all of Alison. The bonfire at Huffstetter's farm lit the inside of the truck, and we all emerged from our hayey depths to warm our toes. Nothing else needed warming, at least for me, and, of course, Alison. We roasted hot dogs, drank more cocoa, made shores, and sang typical Church hayride songs. By now I had to go pretty bad, so I excused myself and walked into the shadowy woods. Coveralls, jeans, long johns, briefs -- finally I found myself beneath my winter wardrobe. Pulling it out, I spread my feet apart faced a tree and waited for relief. Relief came warmly in my undies and down the inside of my legs. WTF? Desperately I tried to quench the flow, finally succeeding as the last squirt drenched my hands. Yuck! But pissed hands were the least of my worries. I had wet my pants, and still had to go. There's nothing like cold wet pants to give one the urge to go again. I didn't right then, but on the ride home, I seriously enjoyed that warm wet feeling. Of course, this complicated matters with Alison. Surely slipping a hand into pee-wet pants would gross her out. So I tried to restrict our doings to things above the belt, so to speak. For me this was good enough, as Alison's swelling boobs inhabited that quadrant of her lovely body. But for Alison, what she craved was lower down. Finally, I grabbed her searching hand and confessed my shame. Giggling, she dismissed my reluctance, and went for the zipper. "You are wet," she teased as she explored my damp layers of clothing. She was wet, too, as my exploring hand soon learned, but very differently. All too soon, street lights interrupted our delight, and put us to zipping up and buttoning up, and getting ready to hop off the truck. Dad was there, right on time, as always. As we neared Alison's house, she whispered in my ear, "I had a really good time!" "I hope so," I replied, tentatively. "I know so," she cooed. We'll be doing this again" With that, she hopped out of the car, and disappeared into the house. "Again," I pondered. Did she mean another hayride, another date, or...? No, surely she doesn't want me to...; But maybe she did. It was an idea worth pondering.
  23. This story is original, entirely ficticious and dramatized. I dont intend to do anything like this in real life for the safety of a human's urinary system, made for enjoyment purposes only. Im not that great at writing, i try my best so here it is... Me and my girlfriend love pee. We are the biggest pee freaks ever. We love drinking each others pee. Sex is soaking wet wild fun every single time. We wear diapers to sleep and long car rides cause its adorable to be able to change each other. But the most fun we have with pee is of course holding it and being desperate together. We constantly clean messes allover the house all the time and just don't care, since it's just me and her in the house. We held pee so much we became pros at it, and with enough practice we were able to get as equally desperate and last a long time. So one day we decided to hold our steel bladders as long as humanly possible to see how much we can pee at once. We drank the same amount of water and went to sleep later that night. Waking up in the middle of the night needing to pee we kept disregarding our need and went back to sleep. When we woke up we were feeling that throbbing morning fullness. But we definately werent gonna pee any time soon, and our bladders were getting ready for a long, long day ahead. We made breakfast and drank 3 cups of coffee and 2 cups of orange juice each. After breakfast our desperation was growing pretty bad. We decided to have a bit of 'fun' and I must say it kind of made it a bit worse. My girlfriend squirted a few times and i had let out a few squirts to remain equally desperate. My bladder started throbbing again and so did hers so we decided to sit and cuddle up together and watch Netflix to get our minds off this full throbbing pain. About an hour later our needs to pee dropped for some reason. I guess our bladders stretched out that much and we got used to the pressure. Still needing to go just as bad, we decided to keep drinking more water to keep filling, continuing to binge watch episodes on Netflix for the rest of the afternoon. Pretty soon, the desperation made an alarming comeback on both of us. My bladder was aching horribly and my girlfriend started squirming hard, crossing, squeezing her legs and moaning and it made me start doing the same. She said "its getting sooo bad omg" and i replied "i know babe but we can do this" both shaking and moaning together. Then, I felt myself spurt a leak. "Oh no" i said "i'm starting to leak!" i was on the verge of crying. Then it made my girlfriend leak too. Now we both had big wet spots on our skinny jeans. Then, I had an idea. We smoked some weed to dull the pain and it worked. We pretty much forgot about our desperation and stopped bouncing around like mad. We were very calm and hardly felt any pressure at all. So we continued to watch Netflix and shortly after, started to get hungry. I didn't feel like making food so we ordered delivery. While eating we ended up drinking 2 liters of soda each and a bunch of more water afterwards, totally forgetting about our need to pee. The desperation came back worse than ever before. We broke a new record today of the longest hold we have ever done. We started moaning squirming and shaking again so we smoked some more weed. But this time, it didn't help much. We were so full and desperate at this point nothing could ease the pain. We started sweating and crying from being in so much pain. My girlfriend panting and moaning said "I.. I.. I dont know... How much longer... I can... Ugghh.. Hold this..." And i said "me too... Babe... Ugghhh... It hurts ughhh... So... So much". Facing each other still shaking and bouncing around to control the leaks, big spurts began to come out of both of us. And this time our bladders were giving us that 'final stand' feeling like they were ready to fully give out. We stripped naked for the extra fun. Taking off our clothes was not easy. We literally had to undress each other so neither of us lost control. Now standing in our room both totally naked, we were bouncing and dancing around, moaning and holding our crotches for a good 10 minutes. Then both hands rammed into our crotches for another 10 minutes, still moaning and doing violent pee dances. Then, we both spurted, and stopped pee dancing, realizing that no more movements or holding will help resist the insane pressure behind our peeholes. Still facing each other naked, our legs were quivering, almost buckling, both crying and panting in pain. Pee now dripping out my hands while holding myself i said "i.. I.. I think this is it... Im.. Imma.. Im about to lose it... any second...". My girlfriend, also holding herself with pee dripping out her hands said "me too... Its.. Its coming... Its coming out..." About less than a minute later, it finally happened. Simultaneously, we both felt our bladders give one BIG push beyond our physical control and the pipes bursted!!! Our streams were shooting at us like a powerwash hose!!! We were both SCREAMING in pleasure, peeing this insane power stream at each other for at least 5 minutes, maybe 7!!! It literally felt like a 5 minute long orgasm!!! We didn't know when it would end! Finally, our streams died down and we were done. Now empty and VERY sore, the damage was incredible. All the walls were soaking wet, the ceiling dripping from every square inch, and the floor... Forget it. It was so deeply flooded I had to get a pool hose and siphon the water up and out of the house. But we didnt care. The cleanup was worth it. That was a feeling we never felt before. We went to bed absolutely exhausted. Our lower bellies hurt so bad from the pain of holding and we were rubbing our bellies while drifting off to sleep. The next morning we woke up with a soaking wet bed, and we wore diapers for the next 2 days. Our bladders were so worn out from the other night, we both kept having accidents like nothing. Thankfully, it went back to normal after a couple days. That was fun, but we would never reach that point of desperation again! Hope you enjoyed my story, thanks for reading!