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  1. 1,679 downloads

    Update: EnragedFilia has uploaded a translated version of this game, so you might want to download that version to same some hassle. A new teacher is excited to be starting her new job teaching at an all girls school. The school is famous for it's beautiful waterfall, which turns naturally yellow in autumn. Only upon arriving does she learn that the waterfall has a diuretic effect on the school's teachers and students, and is especially powerfull on those who have not yet been accustomed to it. Play through different story arcs of her first day teaching. See if she can make it through the day without wetting herself. The original game file is in Japanese, so you will probably need a translator (such as chiitrans) to play it. Requirements: -RPG Maker VX RTP -Japanese System Locale -translator (chiitrans) I didn't create this game, but you can read it's wiki page here.
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  2. Well, last night, being Friday, my husband and I went out with friends and had a good number of drinks. Once we got home, we worked our way through a couple more drinks, and I got myself good and plastered. My hubby took good care of me (and was significantly less drunk), he made sure I was changed into a diaper before bed, being well aware of my tendency to wet the bed when I've had a few too many. A couple of weeks ago I got a big cushy pack of Rearz Lil' Monsters Diaper and the pack was sitting around. Now normally when I'm drinking and a bedwetting risk, my hubby will just help me pull on a Goodnite, but not last night. I asked him this morning and he said that I wasn't cooperating with the pullup and also that I had a bunch of water before bed and didn't use the toilet, which made him worry that I might wet more than once. My heart swelled when he told me this, because, well, it just seemed like he had adopted a daddy role, and the thought he put into keeping me dry made me feel like a special little girl. He also put down our Peepod pad, just in case. https://rearz.ca/lil-monsters-diapers/ Well, this morning I woke up absolutely soaked. My sleep had been filled with diaper and wetting dreams - a series of very hot fantasies, with lots of wettings and embarrassing incidents. The big bulky Lil' Monster diaper I was wearing was completely soaked, and there as a considerable wet spot on the pad. I was wearing nothing but the diaper, and my legs and hips were wet with pee. I was very groggy in the morning, but remember telling my hubby "I made my monsters into sea monsters... no, into pee-monsters." I undid the diaper and immediately went into the shower. Here is the diaper and wet pad. Hope you all have a great weekend! Rach p.s. The diapers look adorable but they fit very big and also the tapes were not very sticky by morning (though I did like soak it at least twice), and it leaked in between my legs. These are not the best diapers for keeping the bed dry, but great for padding about the house as a little.
  3. Santa is still going to give the girl presents. Right, Santa Claus? Thanks to Conejoblanco for the art
  4. the Beautiful Charlotte Crosby wets again https://www.thesun.co.uk/tvandshowbiz/10674178/charlotte-crosby-tears-im-a-celeb/
  5. Wet the Bed Friday night, my husband and I decided that we would go out with some friends for drinks after work. So we met up with them at a lovely trendy craft beer place, and ordered flight after flight of tasters. I ended up trying a ton of different beers – some good, some clearly trying too hard, but that’s how it goes with craft beer. I was still in my work clothes (in this case a black pencil skirt, cotton panties, and a purple blouse) and was getting pretty sloppy. For those of you who will know me, I’ve got a tendency to be a slightly sloppy drunk. Well, we were 4 (or maybe 5) flights in, and my hubby wrapped things up and called us a cab (an hour long Skytrain ride would have resulted in me getting up to some bad behaviour on the train, I’m sure, or having a public accident. My husband is well aware of my sloppy drunken tendencies, and often takes care of me in these situations, making sure I don’t have more, and helping me get ready for bed (which if I’ve been drinking means getting me into a diaper). Well tonight, he was about as drunk as I was, it was a long week for him and he was helping to finish off the stronger beers, and some of those craft beers are pretty strong (one particular imperial IPA comes to mind... sort of). Anyhow, he had it together to get us a cab and home, but once we were home, we were both pretty wired, so we ended up making a couple of gin and tonics, and watching Netflix on the couch. At some god awful hour, we decided to head to be, though I have only vague recollections of this. Before this fateful time, we decided to have another gin and tonic, and my hubby, being British, made them strong. I don’t know what being British has to do with it, but he insists it’s some sort of national thing, particularly after a couple. We went to bed and I remember stripping naked, and possibly mumbling something like “Hun, I’m a bedwetting risk tonight, I should probably wear something.” And him brushing it off or I’m not sure what. Anyhow, I just crawled into bed and was out like a light. Not only did I not put on a diaper, but I also didn’t even go to the bathroom before crashing. I remember waking up, and feeling completely soaked, both the bedding underneath me, and my thighs and sex. I felt about and my inner thighs were very wet, like I had woken up while still peeing or having just finished. I still felt like I needed to pee urgently, and I remember staggering up, dripping everywhere, and peeing in the washroom. Slightly drunken and sleepy Rachel came back from the bathroom with a towel, and I put this down to lie on, and I went back to sleep. I don’t know how long I was out for, but I woke up some time later feeling wet again, either the pee from the bed had soaked through the towel, or, which was much more likely, I had wet the bed again. I was feeling sticky, and hot, and wet, and not a little surprised, as usually I sleep through these sorts of things and just wake up in the morning in a puddle. I should point out that on both of these occasions, my husband just lay next to me, snoring, oblivious. Also, on neither occasion had my wet spot reached him, or so it seemed. Anyhow, my bladder was empty, and I was sober. Mostly. I just wanted to get some sleep, but didn’t want a hangover and didn’t want to lay in a puddle. So I got up, had two moderate-sized glass of water, and put down my Peepod mat, something I should have done initially, and slid a Goodnite up my sticky legs. I then crashed out and slept the rest of the night. We ended up sleeping in to about 11 am, which was lovely, though every time my husband tried to cuddle, I kept him away, worried he’d roll into my puddle. When I say we slept in to 11am, I should note that I woke up again at about 9 am and found my Goodnite wet and my legs still sticky and uncomfortable. I opted to just leave it on, and roll over, already a mess. When we finally did get up, my husband was almost oblivious to the fact that I’d had a major bedwetting accident beside him. Even after I said that I was going to do the laundry apologetically, he didn’t clue in. It was only after he had woken up a little, rolled over and felt me on the dry, Peepod pad, that he remembered that my wetting the bed might have been a worry, and then he only realized that the Peepod was concealing a large puddle, after I told him apologetically. I got up and stripped the bed, still wearing my wet Goodnite. I enjoyed the feeling of shame that is associated with stripping a wet bed in the morning, magnified by my being in a wet Goodnite. It was only after all the wet sheets, the towel, the Peepod pad and the ‘waterproof’ mattress cover were stripped did I realize that the mattress cover had failed to do its job and that the mattress was wet. As you can see from these pictures I snapped during the process, this was certainly not the first time that I have wet our bed, and that when my bedwetting issues cropped up again, that we had trouble finding a good mattress cover. Anyhow, still wearing nothing but a wet Goodnite, I made my way to the bathroom to shower. My legs were sticky with sweat (as it had been a hot night), and pee (as I’d wet the bed three times). The good news was that the water seemed to have helped and I was not hung over. Or at least not all that much. I showered off, had some breakfast and tea. Thinking about the evening, my feelings of shame waking up in the morning, and all the complicated emotions that I have around bedwetting made me very aroused and I will admit to bringing myself to orgasm while ridding my hung-over husband, who needed some coaxing, given his hangover. I’ve not wet the bed unintentionally in a while, I thought I’d share. Rach
  6. I was recently travelling around the UK with my lovely husband and at times, some of his family. I spent a lot of time with the in-laws and used to afternoon or evening jogs as a way of giving me some ‘me’ time. As you all know, that very often means a little bit of wetting fun. To on one afternoon, when the hubby and I were travelling alone north of Manchester, I decided to go for a little jog in the countryside. There was a lovely forested path not too far from our Air B&B, and I went out jogging in the forest a number of afternoons. Most of you will know by now that I have a tendency to leak a little while running, and this is particularly the case when doing impact training or running on very uneven ground. To avoid this I have a black quick dry running skort and always use the bathroom before I jog. If I’m in a gym (which isn’t too often), I’ll slip a pad into my panties as well. On this particular jog, I decided I would forgo all these precautions, and have a little wetting fun. So I pulled on one of my favorite pairs of panties, my pink Ariel Little Mermaid panties, and put a regular white short pleated skirt overtop of them. On top I was wearing a regular sports bra and tank top. When I left the Air B&B, my bladder was at about a 6 and was feeling pretty full. I almost had that sloshy feeling you get when working out with a full bladder. I knew that my pink panties were not going to stay dry for long. This was my first time exploring the path, so I wasn’t sure how busy it was going to be. It turned out that on this day, I only passed a couple of people, most of them teens who were mountain biking and an elderly couple who was dog walking. The path system had lots of paths and branches and I looked out for landmarks to avoid getting lost. This was a small UK forest but I didn’t feel like getting too turned around. Anyhow, I started jogging down the street and turned into the trailhead. I jogged for a little ways before I went down the first little gully and felt spurts of pee escaping into my panties with every impactful strive. By the time I reached the bottom, I felt as though my panties were thoroughly sodden. I got to enjoy the sensuous feeling of warm wet fabric quickly cooling against your most intimate parts. I look around and down at my legs. I was still alone in the forest at this point, and there was only a little tear-drop trickle of pee running down my thigh. I brushed this aside, and continued jogging. The pressure from the running was dramatically increasing my need to pee, and I was starting to feel uncomfortable. At this point, going up a small incline, I was overtaken by a couple of mountain-biking teens. I had that quick thrill one gets when it is possible that a stranger glimpsed up one’s skirt (given the incline of the hill, my running motion, the shortness of my skirt and the angle of approach of the cyclists). My already quick heart rate increased just a little. At first this was only on account of their possibly seeing my panties, but it only took me another second to realize that those panties were noticeably wet. Rational Rachel calculated that they teens were probably concentrating on going up the hill, but also that they were teen boys and I know how their minds work. I continued on, winding my way through the beautiful forest. Enjoying the feeling of running; not quite enjoying the full feeling of my bladder or the damp rubbing of my wet panties. After a short while, I approached another steep downward section of the path, I paused at the top, evaluating my bladder’s situation. It was sitting at an uncomfortable 8 and I knew that jogging down this hillock would certainly result in more leaks, regardless of my efforts to ‘bear down.’ So, after a moment’s pause, I pressed on, and instead of bearing down in order to hold back the leaks, I tried to relax. I say tried as it is pretty hard to relax anything while jogging down a steep decline. Now, with each hard step, instead of the usual small spurt, I was releasing serious spurts into my wet panties. I could feel the warm liquid hitting my inner thighs and knees. By the time I reached the bottom of the short hill, I was basically completely releasing my bladder. I stopped, spread my legs so that the pee would not run down my legs and get into my socks and shoes, and continued to wet my panties. I looked down and appreciated the small puddle growing under my on the hard-packed path, and the drizzling sound of the pee hitting the ground. Despite my previous leaks, I peed for about 40 seconds, and while I did so, I kept my head on a swivel in case I was interrupted. My sodden panties continued drip on the ground long after I had finished and finally bore down. After about two minutes of standing there dripping, I heard people approaching, and so I gave my butt a little wiggly shake to dislodge any other droplets, and continued to jog. My panties were not sufficiently dry and I could feel little droplets splashing against my legs as I jogged. I’m not a stranger to jogging in wet panties, but I wanted to have some more fun. After I passed the elderly couple who were walking their dog and would have spotted me standing in my shameful puddle had I not moved, stopped to deal with the ‘situation.’ I then pulled off my panties and inspected the damage. They were pretty soaked. I then used my skirt to dry my legs and girl parts. I now was faced with the dilemma of what to do. I decided to hang my panties up on a tree branch in the sun to dry, and pick them up on my way back. I could just as easily pulled them back on, but I was also excited about the possibility of exhibitionistically leaving them out to dry. The odd passer-by would know that someone had shamefully wet their panties. So I artfully hung them on a branch to dry, and snapped some pictures for you perverts. I ended up flipping them around so that Ariel was visible, she is super cute after all. After appreciating my little wet panty ‘kite’ stuck in a tree, I continued on my jog. I took about a 30 minute look and only had a couple more smaller leaks on steeper sections. On these occasions, with no panties to catch them, the droplets splashed out and hit my legs, skirt and the ground. I felt incredibly naughty jogging without panties, and very much enjoyed the feeling of the wind against my wet girl parts. I eventually looped around and returned to where my panties had been hanging. Or at least the general environs as to where they should have been hanging. They were not there. I ran back along the path for a couple hundred meters in each direction, just to check if I had the correct place, but my panties were nowhere to be found. I even checked my phone, lined up the photos with the same section of the path, and checked the undergrowth around where the panties had been hung. Still no panties. So I suspect one of three possible things occurred: 1) An enterprising squirrel found my skivvies and re-purposed them as a nest. At least any bedwetting baby squirrels will be able to blame stains on the bedding. 2) A helpful and environmentally conscious citizen recovered my underwear and disposed of them properly, I was in a way littering with them, and don’t litter. 3) Or, some perverted someone spotted my drying panties, and took them home with them for some salacious end. Anyhow, I am fortunate because I still have a pair of these back at home, as I bought multiple packs, and I did buy a ton of new panties on my trip. I do have other stories about these panties from earlier in the trip, so stay tuned for these. When I got back to the Air B&B, my husband didn’t even ask why I was not wearing panties. After a quick shower he did get all kinds of laid. Hope you enjoyed! Rach p.s. if you ever want to own a pair of my panties that have been worn and/or wet (like a squirrel or forest pervert), check out my website and get in touch! http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties
  7. She wouldn’t let him go: the shop manager Donnie jogged the one mile to his part time job, hoping not to get too wet in the drizzly rain. Working in a small local Tesco wasn’t high on his career ambitions but it helped pay college fees and required little in the way of complex brain workouts. Besides there were often some good looking woman who were regulars and thinking of them always brightened an otherwise ordinary shift. He clocked in five minutes early and after hanging up his coat he opened a bottle of juice and before heading into the shop he drank around half of it, replenishing what he had lost in sweat after his short jog to work. Fridays were always delivery and stock taking days so Donnie was sure he was on the till as usual but checked the rota just to make sure. He was, so on opening the staffroom door he signed into one of the tills allowing Anna to clock off. ‘That’s me away Annette! See you Monday.’ Donnie saw Annette, the shop manager, wave from the back of the shop as she checked through the refrigerator for food about to go out of date. ‘Gonna hand these into Donnie before you go, thanks!’ Anna handed Donnie the shop carrier bag with some milk, fresh juice, cheese, and cold meat in and he placed it behind the counter until he was told where else it was to go. A while later Annette came towards the tills to check more stock and in a moment of less customers she had a brief conversation with her colleague. ‘I’ve marked that bag of stuff off I gave you. Just when you get a chance you can bin it, or if you want to have any of it just do so. It’s unsellable but got today’s date on so fine still. By the way self service till 1 has been playing up something terrible today. I’ve put a new receipt roll in so hopefully it’s better now. I’ll finish this aisle then take my lunch.’ Donnie nodded as he scanned another customer’s goods while watching another person on the self service till. He saw Annette pulling stock to the front of the shelf before turning out of sight. She was a much older woman, quite Jekyll and Hyde at times in her manner, often ‘forgetful’ about promised holidays or breaks for staff, but otherwise focussed on the shop and efficient at her job. As soon as the next moment of quietness occurred Donnie had a quick look in the carrier bag. The shop was warm and as time passed he opened one of the cartons of fresh apple juice and drank some. He was alone at the front of the shop and besides Annette had said he could have some so he never thought anything more about it. It wasn’t a brand of fresh juice he usually bought but it was lovely and before too long the carton was empty. It was over an hour later before Donnie saw Annette again and it was more heard than saw really as he heard her, presumably on the phone, but could briefly see items being put onto a shop trolley by someone in staff uniform. The stream of customers was pretty constant so Donnie carried on as normal, looking forward to his break. The next he saw Annette properly was when she came over to the fresh flowers near the front and rearranged them and checked their dates. The empty buckets reminded Donnie that a stock delivery was due later that day. Sometimes he was sent to receive the delivery but other times his boss insisted she did it. He wasn’t sure who it would be today but it wasn’t due for another hour at least. 4pm passed and Donnie was still alone. He’d been behind the till alone three hours now without a break and while he was a little hungry he was more aware he needed a bathroom at some point in the near future and wondering if he’d get a break soon. Officially, as Annette liked to remind him periodically, he wasn’t legally entitled to a break on a five hour shift but if the shop was quiet enough he usually managed to get one. There was no sign of Annette though so he just carried on for now. 4:30 came and not only was Donnie more aware of needing a pee but he was warm and thirsty too. Unable still to leave the till he rummaged in the bag and was delighted to find more apple juice. Sipping around half the carton as opportunity arose between serving he assumed he’d be released soon for a break where he could use the staff loo. ‘Excuse me please. The till hasn’t issued my change.’ It was that problematic self service till playing up. Donnie opened it up, tinkered around in what he could, issued the customer her change and then decided to turn the till off and put an out of order sign on. All the time he could feel the pressure building more and more in his bladder. By now a queue had formed and Donnie pressed the bell for assistance. Annette appeared from the staff room and signed onto the spare till. Between them they worked through the waiting customers for the next 15 minutes while Donnie moved from foot to foot getting more and more keen to pee. As Donnie served the final queuing customer he saw Annette sign off the till and head away. ‘Annette, is there any chance I could have a break at all?’ ‘Not right this minute Donnie sorry. I’m just doing the shifts for next month. I’ll come back once I’m finished though, ok?’ It wasn’t really ok but Donnie had no choice. He’d just have to wait. As the afternoon wore on Donnie became more and more grateful for the fact he was stood behind a counter out of sight. It felt like his bladder had swollen a hundred times it’s usual size as he rubbed at his stomach and shook his leg. His bladder felt hard, full, and it ached. With less than an hour before he finished it wasn’t looking good for getting that break he really needed. He was so glad when for a moment the shop quietened as he paced behind the till and slipped a much needed hand into his trouser pocket to press his personal belongings in his crotch. He really did need that promised break. Where was Annette? Finally he heard her again talking on the phone. He waved to try and get her attention but she didn’t notice. He pressed his thighs together and grimaced. Jeez he was really desperate for the loo! Thankfully it looked like Annette was coming over to him at last! His body throbbed in anticipation and it felt like the full contents of his bladder was pressing into his crotch as he stood behind the counter holding himself through his pocket while she approached, but before he could say anything another customer placed a basket on the counter. ‘Donnie that was the delivery driver on the phone. He’s been running behind but finally here. I’m just heading to the loading area. You can stay on a bit can’t you? Maybe half an hour or so? Maxine ought to be here to help you in about 45 minutes but I’d prefer two of you on at tea time as it gets busy as you know. I’ll add the hours in for you so don’t worry.’ Donnie took the customer’s money but couldn’t concentrate. He HAD to catch Annette before she left. He called after her, his face flushed. ‘Annette, any chance I could get a two minute break first. It’s just...I’ll be super quick I promise!’ Annette looked at her watch then glanced back at Donnie. ‘If I am not back by the time Maxine arrives you can clock off if you really need to but I’d much prefer you waited until I was back. The driver is running late and I can’t leave him waiting and I need the milk and bread out right away as we have none left now. Don’t let me down now Donnie...please.’ Donnie wasn’t sure if he was angry, shocked or just pissed off. What he did know was he was seriously bursting for the toilet and there was no way he could wait another 45 minutes. He wanted to run after Annette and tell her, beg her even, to allow him to go to the bathroom, or even better just race directly to the staff toilet, but he was stuck behind a till alone and once again there was queue of customers waiting impatiently. Trying to be as professional as possible Donnie continued serving customers as he shook one leg then the other and moved from foot to foot. He was sure that any minute now his bladder would pop as he rubbed his stomach yet again. Even his back was now starting to ache as his whole body yelled for release. Donnie could feel his palms sweating more and more and his face blushing as he took payment, scanned items and bagged groceries. Every minute felt like days as his legs trembled in urgent need behind the counter. Then one of the regular customers came forwards to be served and Donnie forced a smile. This was one of the young woman who made his shifts better, who he normally looked forward to seeing and who he quite fancied, though he wouldn’t admit it. She smiled and then looked at Donnie funny. ‘Are you feeling ok? You look a bit hot?’ Shaking a leg again and pressing his thighs tight together Donnie stepped closer to the counter as for the first time he felt he absolutely must grab himself to prevent a leak. ‘I’m fine thanks. Just keen for my break soon that’s all.’ ‘She not gave you one again today? That’s shocking! When did you start?’ ‘1pm. I finish soon though thankfully.’ ‘Do you not even get a break to eat or drink then?’ ‘Not really. I’m allowed to drink behind here at least though. But I’m looking forward to my tea later.’ ‘You don’t even get like a loo break or anything?’ ‘Not today. Mostly I do but it’s been busy today.’ ‘Jeez I couldn’t do that. I’d be pure bursting if it was me.’ Donnie squeezed his penis before using both hands to help pack the customers goods. Picking up the bag to hand to her his face came closer to hers as he whispered so no-one else would hear. ‘I am.’ The girl looked Donnie right in the eye before speaking quietly. ‘No wonder. You poor thing. Will you make it?’ Donnie didn’t answer but his puppy dog eyes, tense face and biting lip said everything as he grabbed his crotch tight again. As she went to walk away the girl turned and looked concerned. She mouthed back very quietly. ‘Maybe you should keep a bottle back there?’ Donnie moaned as he tried to serve the next elderly man. His knees were wobbling and he almost felt faint at the pressure in his body. He couldn’t recall having to go this badly ever before. It was all he could think about, focus on and yearn for. If he didn’t reach a bathroom in the next few minutes he was afraid what might happen. Finally he found himself alone again as he paced behind the counter and moaned quietly. Perhaps Maxine might arrive early so he could run to the loo or maybe Annette would come in and take over? Whichever happened it needed to be right now! Oh God did it need to be NOW! As the sound of customers taking goods, chatting and picking up baskets filled the small shop Donnie felt his body go still and warm as his penis twitched and urine dribbled into his underpants. This was it. He was about to piss himself any second. He’d waited longer than ever before, squeezed more than he thought possible, filled his bladder more than he thought it could ever hold...and now it was coming to an end. As if in slow motion he watched as a customer facing away from him picked up a large bottle of lemonade and put it in her basket. A bottle? He needed a bottle right now! Suddenly remembering the carton of apple juice he pulled one of the empty cartons up and stepping right against the counter he carefully undid his fly, placed the carton right over his crotch and slipped his leaking anatomy into the carton. He stood there for a second but nothing happened. The thought someone might hear or catch him made his body clamp up as he counted slowly in his head and tried to breath. A dribble. Then another. Then a spurt. But oh a customer! Yikes! Donnie placed the cartoon by the till and zipped up his fly feeling dribbles still escaping into his clothing. He served the lady as quickly as he could then, checking no-one was around, he unzipped and let out some more piss. This time his body wanted to shoot out fast and it took all Donnie’s self control to pee quietly and slowly despite being absolutely aching to relax completely and release fully. Quickly he stopped as another customer approached. Then another customer. And another. Having started releasing then stopping seemed to not only increase Donnie’s need exponentially it also seemed to enlarge his penis as the naughtiness and sneakiness of his actions had a big affect on his hormones. Tied between an agonising and urgent need to fully release and the ever increasing chance of being caught plus the now constant dribbling he could feel running down his inside leg Donnie wasn’t sure wether he longed to piss more or cum. Either way he had never been so glad to have his bottom half hidden by the counter. Another customer. More scanning. More dribbles. The rock hardness of his penis slowly subsiding but the absolute aching desire to piss getting stronger than ever. After marching on the spot frantically with his back to the till he knew it was now or never. He turned towards the carton and stepped as close to the till as physically possible as he unzipped again and went to slide his penis into the carton when he jumped in fright. ‘Donnie I’m just putting this milk out then you can finish up ok?’ But Donnie stood in silence unable to answer as urine flooded out of his body powerfully and urgently soaking the counter, the till, his trousers and splashing the bag and all its contents on the bottom shelf. Donnie didn’t know if Annette had heard it but as she walked towards the back of the store all he heard was her voice speaking as he tucked his penis into his drenched trousers and zipped them up again. ‘Sorry you never got a break today by the way. It’s been some shift eh!’ Bowing his head in shame and with his face scarlet as he looked at the puddle behind the counter Donnie nodded in agreement. It had been some shift indeed.
  8. View File JAV – NHDTA- 389 - Dentist Diuretic Wetting Sex This is a 2 hour long JAV which features Japanese women in school uniforms going to the dentist. The crafty dental hygienist gives the girls a diuretic and they have to run to the washroom mid-checkup/cleaning. Several of them don’t make it and wet their uniform and panties right there in the dentist’s chair. There is often cleanup and in a number of the scenes the girls have sex with the dentist (or give oral… pun intended ;) The final girl, still under the effects of the powerful diuretic leaves the office and the camera follows her out into the street. She pops a squat but is being followed by a man, who leads her back to a room where they have sex. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/28/2018 Category Female videos Clothing
  9. Who here has ever masturbated on a full bladder, I say I have though I've never had an accident or even leaked during it. I wonder if anyone else has masturbated on a full bladder and either stayed dry, or leaked or even had a full on accident. Share your stories below.
  10. This is from a couple months ago. The first half is just me whimpering and cursing and SUFFERING. I wasn't quite confident I could have my accidents publicly yet so I'm a little unsure of myself here . There was a really cute guy sitting in his car too. That was an extra level of embarrassment that I hadn't mentally prepared for. (Un) fortunately my bladder didn't care who was looking. This accident is when I first really REALLY realized I loved doing this publicly and that I could survive the embarrassment to do it again. I was visiting a friend at her work. I wasn't too far from home so I figured I'd risk it. Are you seeing a pattern yet? Lol. It was the wrong call. I hit a speed bump in the garage and cried out. I hadn't realized how desperate I was until that moment. I knew I wasn't going back and so I hit record to see if I could capture this for my pee pal. One thing was certain: If I could make it up to the strip mall across the street I could run my errands and use a bathroom. Let's just say only the errands happened And yes I wandered the stores after this with that red piss stained skirt clinging to me. Now THAT is the level of humiliation that I have not gotten comfortable with but I try from time to time. oh and ps- I didn't realize during my accident because I was overwhelmed with a million other sensations but I was actually standing around barefoot in a pile of broken glass. I had to bandage my foot for a week after this. No regrets. InShot_20210804_120329064.mp4
  11. Another recent accident. This one was less...anticipated than others. I was shopping for sandals that I can have accidents in. Something my style but also cheap bc let's be honest, they're gonna get ruuuuuiiinnneeed . It's been balls hot out and true to form, I had my trusty 2L water bottle going as I shopped. I was at a VERY popular discount store known for REPULSIVE bathrooms. I decided I would try to use the rest room bc I still had places to be and things to do and while I OCCASIONALLY get up the nerve to run errands while obviously soaked, this was not one of those times.... Anyhoo. The bathrooms lived up their to reputation is the nicest way I can put that. So I decided to leave. I got in my car and realized things were more desperate than I had previously realized. ( I have the capability of holding forever. I'm really working on trying not to subconsciously hold. Which is my normal habit. So I think that the urgency snuck up on me here) . So I repark and make a beeline for ANY other store in that strip mall. I crossed the parking lot, lifted my leg to step up into the curb and felt the floodgates BURST. JFC. I guess the rest speaks for itself? Those poor shoes... InShot_20210722_162036415.mp4
  12. Chapter One The first thing Amber was aware of as she woke up was that her head was a little fuzzy. She groaned as she realised that she had too much to drink last night. The next thing she became aware of was that she was not in her bed, but on her friend Samantha’s sofa, and Sam was stood over her looking very pissed off. “Look at what you’ve done,” said Sam. Amber followed Sam’s gaze down to her crotch, and realised that she was lying in a wet patch. She reached under the skirt she was still wearing from the night before and felt that the tights underneath were wet, and clinging to her. “I…I don’t understand,” said Amber as she began to realise what had happened. “Let me clear things up for you then,” said Sam, “You had too much to drink, embarrassed yourself at the party by laying across some old perv’s lap so he could ‘spank’ you, then you came back here with me, because you were worried that your mum would be annoyed if you came home that drunk. You woke up all the neighbours on the way in, and my little brother and sister. Then you collapsed on my sofa and to top it all off, you’ve gone and pissed yourself all over it.” “I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” said Amber. She wasn’t lying. The rest of it was quite bad, but wetting herself was incredibly humiliating. She’d never had an accident, at least not since being old enough to remember. Holly, a girl at school a few years back had, and she had been teased mercilessly for it, and Amber had joined in with the teasing. One particular comment was coming back to haunt her now. Amber had told Holly that if she still wet her knickers like a baby, she should wear nappies. Amber had thought it funny at the time. She didn’t anymore. “You should be embarrassed, and you will be. You’re my friend, and I’ve tried to warn you not to drink so much when we go out. Anything could happen to you. Luckily for you, my parents are away, so I can teach you a little lesson today.” “Teach me a lesson?” asked Amber. She didn’t like where this was heading. “Yes. You won’t like it, but just in case you get any ideas…” Sam showed Amber a picture on her phone. It showed Amber, lying on the sofa in the school uniform costume she had worn to the party last night. Her face was clearly visible. As if the puddle she was lying in wasn’t telling enough, her knees were up and her legs parted, giving a clear view up her skirt. It was very obvious that she had wet herself. “Are you blackmailing me?” asked Amber. “I guess I am,” said Sam. “I don’t want to send this to anybody. If you do as you’re told, you’re going to have a very embarrassing time, but it won’t leave this house. If you refuse to co-operate, then this goes out to all our friends. Your call.” Amber thought about it, but only briefly. That picture could not get out. She had seen what had happened to Holly, had been part of it, when she had wet herself, and they had all been younger then. She didn’t want everybody knowing her dirty secret. “What do you want me to do?” Amber asked.
  13. Version 1.0.0

    This is the paid version of She Can't Hang Up. The free version is available here. Both versions are exactly the same. Proponents of video piracy make the argument that piracy is actually good for producers. That upon seeing the quality of a producer's material, people will want to pay to support the content that they like. Piracy, it is argued, gives producers more exposure resulting in more people paying. So, this is an experiment- If the hypothesis is correct, more people should buy this video than another one that is not also available for free. Unable to get off the phone, Sosha has a humiliating pee accident, completely soaking her tight jeans, in this adorable video. We all have that one friend. You know the one, who’s life is non-stop drama, who always needs to be the center of attention, but who is so emotionally fragile that you dare not say or do anything to upset them, for fear of throwing them into a major emotional crisis. For Sosha and Alisha, that friend is Susan, who’s poorly timed phone call ends up causing Sosha to pee in her pants in this video. With her bladder already achingly full, Sosha speeds to the bathroom. She is almost there when the phone rings. Afraid that it might be an important call, she decides to answer, figuring she can hold on just a bit longer. The caller, however, turns out to be Susan, who is having yet another crisis. Susan is obviously in an extremely fragile state, so despite being unbearably desperate to pee, Sosha must be calm and careful not to say anything upsetting. Luckily, Sosha has a potential exit strategy. Alisha is also home, and could possible take over the phone call, allowing her to run to the bathroom. Alisha walks by several times, and Sosha frantically tries to get her attention, but Alisha seems oblivious to Sosha’s situation. As a result it becomes increasingly difficult for Sosha to maintain control of her bladder. Despite crossing her legs and tightly clutching her crotch, Sosha is eventually unable to hold back the impending flood. Still on the phone, listening to Susan’s latest tragedy, Sosha pees in her pants. Warm rivers of urine cascade down her legs to the floor as she stands in shock, soaking herself, while still trying to pretend she is paying attention to Susan on the phone. Only after she has completely peed in her pants does Alisha pass by and notice that she just had a major accident. Angry that Alisha didn’t save her early, Sosha thrusts the receiver at Alisha, forcing her to take over the conversation, as she storms off to clean up her accident.
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  14. Heyyy, guys! I just thought I’d share one of my abdl related drawings here. I know the diaper isn’t very poofy or obvious, but hopefully the super cute/embarrassing scenario of leaking while gaming makes up for some of that!
  15. Hello! I had this fun little idea to personify the seven deadly sins as women and draw them in the specific wetting situations they would find themselves in. I had a lot of fun with this project and may do more similar projects in the future. I hope you enjoy and always appreciate any feedback or comments! Wrath presumably paying Pride back for something. Pride tends to live in denial. Envy always wants what Greed has... Greed has unbalanced priorities. Gluttony really struggles with knowing her limits. Sloth knows that sometimes you just have to go with the flow. Lust is just enjoying herself. Hope you enjoyed this project as much as I did. Let me know what you think please!
  16. Mary pulled her white shirt down over her bra. Her breasts had almost doubled now that she was 5 months along with her 3rd child, this time with her new man. She was hoping to get today over with. She knew from her previous pregnancies, that she hadn’t had to hold her pee all morning, that was a myth, at least for her doctor. She did, however, need to make sure she had a full bladder at her ultrasound appointment, and by now, she certainly was. She had on a pair of stretchy jeans her sister had bought her for pregnant girls. Underneath, she had on a regular pair of red cotton panties. She poured her coffee and left. “I’ll just drink slowly” Merideth told herself. She had to pee, but she had to have her coffee more. She got into her car and began the ten minute trip across town to her doctor for her ultrasound appointment. “Shit” Mary said as she stop at yet another red light and took a sip of her coffee “Okay, I’m awake. I need to really watch how much of this I drink. I already need to piss like crazy” Mary said out loud to herself. Mary continued on her short trip. Her need, it felt, getting worse and worse by the minute. About a block from her doctor, she hit another red light. “Ugh of all the times to hit every red light!” She exclaimed. As she had one hand on the wheel and the other in her crotch, feverishly tapping her foot. Finally the light turned green and Mary stepped on the gas, pulling in to the parking lot moments later. Mary took a deep breath and collected herself as not to leak as she got out of the car, her need was that bad. She had timed it up to get there right at 10:15 when her appointment started, she hoped it wouldn’t take too long and she could finally empty her bladder. Mary hurried inside to the check in desk “Hi I’m here for an ultrasound with Doctor Janet. My appointment is right now” Mary told the receptionist, trying to hint to her to hurry it along. “Ah yes. Hello Mary! Doctor Janet is in with a patient right now who had a bit of an emergency” the receptionist told her. All Mary could think of was “ive got an emergency too!” As she shuffled her legs behind the desk. “Please fill out these forms before the doctor sees you”. “About how long is Doctor Janet going to be?” Mary questioned. “As long as you have your paperwork filled out, she should be with you in 15 minutes” “15 minutes??” Mary asked with a worried tone. “Give or take” the receptionist replied. “Can I help who’s next?” The look of panic on Mary’s was unmistakable. She knew from her previous pregnancies that these things cannot be rushed. She remembered her second pregnancy when she wet herself in the car on the way to the appointment. She had planned better this time... or so she thought. As she sat down to begin filling out the paperwork, the pressure on her bladder intensified. Mary could hardly focus, misspelling simple things like her place of employment. All she could think about was her need to pee which had gotten worse and worse and worse. She was really regretting that coffee. As she watched the clock tick by, the minutes felt like hours. She remembered her friend Caty telling her how, after an embarrassing accident during her first ultrasound appointment, she had began wearing thin pull ups to the doctor to protect against leaks or floods. Mary wished she’d had followed that advice as she gripped her pussy. Things were getting really bad now. Mary crosses and uncrossed her legs, she couldn’t sit still. She knew, again from previous experience, that with the added weight on her bladder, there would be no leaks. Once it came there was going to be now stopping. Ten minutes had gone by, Mary got up and began pacing around the room, hoping that it would help her excruciating need, but it didn’t. She sat back down and looked at the clock, it had been 15 minutes and still no sign of her doctor. Mary sat, squirmed In a panic and near tears. She was beginning to sweat from her need to go being so bad. 20 minutes, still no doctor. Her bladder was on the brink and she needed to make a decision. Suddenly, She felt a leak. It was slow and weak but Mary was not going to risk it. She shot up, still leaking, and waddled to the reception desk. “Excuse me, where is the bathroom? I’m sorry but I can’t hold it this is an emergency” Mary begged “You realize ma’am, that if you urinate you will have to reschedule?” The receptionist asked. Mary has no time for questions. “Yes! I can’t fucking hold it why do you think I’m asking! I’m gonna pee anyways so it will either be on the floor or in the toilet like I can’t wait any longer so please where is the bathroom!” Mary asked, now unashamedly holding her piss in with two hands. “Through this door. Go right, walk down then go left it will be the last door on the right” Mary took off through the door, going as fast as she could, leaking with every step. She felt her undies getting wetter and wetter as she got closer. Finally, as Mary turned the corner, disaster struck. Her poor pregnant bladder could hold on no longer. Mary froze in her tracks as the floodgates opened. Her pent up puss poured in a torrent into her panties forming an unmistakable wet spot on her crotch and ass as it ran down the front, back, and inside of her legs, changing the color of her jeans and soaking into her shoes and socks and forming a large puddle beneath her feet. Finally, her bladder was empty and her pants were soaked thoroughly. Just as her stream slowed to a trickle, then to a dribble and stopped, a handsome male nurse rounded the corner. Mary flushed with embarrassment “Ma’am are you alright?” The nurse asked. “I’m sorry” Mary said fighting back tears. “I had to be full for the doctor and I couldn’t help it. I almost made it but I just couldn’t hang on” Mary informed him. “Well why don’t you come with me, we will help you get cleaned up” he held Mary by the hand and led her into a back room where there was a bathroom with more privacy. The nurse grabbed a towel from the upper shelf and gave it to Mary as another nurse, a female this time, entered. “Is everything ok dear?” The older woman asked Mary. “Yeah. I just have to get cleaned up and call my fiancé for new pants” she said, half giggling at her own predicament. “No need for that sweetie. This isn’t the first time something unfortunate like this has happened here” The nurse handed Mary a pair of red sweatpants. “This our yours. We keep them here for just this reason” Mary went into the bathroom and took of her drenched pants and underwear. Grabbing a paper towel, she wiped the last few remain pee droplets off of her feet, leg, pussy and butt. Her smooth skin glistened in the light from the wetness of the piss. She put her soiled pants into a shopping bag they had given her and put on the red sweet pants that looked like they came straight from the goodwill. As Mary looked in the mirror, she couldn’t help but slightly giggle at her own humiliating predicament. “I just peed my fucking pants” she giggled. “Again. In front of a cute guy, And now I look homeless” but it was better than being wet. She made her way to the reception desk, a bag full of pee soaked jeans. “I’m gonna need to reschedule
  17. Lain had been in the mall for quite some time. She had mainly been in the bookstore, browsing through books and seeing if there were any to add to her ever-growing collection. She loved books, any and all kinds. Lain really liked to expand her knowledge of everything she could study. She liked manga the best though, something about the artwork always caught her eye. She was browsing through some books when she felt it. A sudden strong urge to pee. Lain bent over slightly and squeezed her thighs together tightly. It was a medical problem she had. She would get a sudden strong urge to pee, and would often have trouble holding it in and leak. Lain was fine when she was younger, it wasn't until she turned 13 that the problem started. Doctors couldn't figure out why and just suggested she use panty liners and absorbent pads. No medications had helped her. She just had to deal with it and it happened at the most inconvenient times too. Doctors were baffled as it was as if she drank a lot of liquids, yet she didn't. Lain had been doing so well with the problem recently, that unfortunately on this day, she wasn't wearing any protection. She bit her bottom lip and straightened up. It felt like she had drunk two very large water bottles. The pressure was building up and she knew it was only a matter of time before she started leaking. Lain put the books away and exited the bookstore. Sadly for her, the restrooms were all the way on the lowest level and she was on the highest level. Lain began walking as fast as she possibly could with her close to bursting bladder. "God I have to pee, I don't know if I can hold it in this time." Lain thought. The pressure increased and pushed hard on her bladder and Lain stopped dead in her tracks. She could feel the pee rushing toward her urethra, ready to leak out. "Please just wait! Hold on a little longer!" Lain begged her bladder. But it was to no avail and Lain felt multiple spurts escape, dampening her panties. She squeezed her thighs together as tight as she could without people noticing. Lain managed to stop the leak for now. She began walking toward the stairs, as she didn't want to go in an elevator with tons of people right now. She took the steps two at a time, trying her hardest to keep control of her bladder. Lain made it down the flight of stairs and was now on the fourth level. She was previously on the fifth level. The restrooms were on the first level. The elevators would have taken her faster, but she really didn't want people watching her in the elevator, while she desperately tries to hold her pee in. Lain began walking toward the flight of stairs to the third level. But suddenly a strong wave of pressure hit her. She felt a tingling sensation at the tip of her urethra. Her thighs weren't currently tightly together, as she is trying to walk as quick as she possibly can. Lain fights desperately to keep it in. The pee threatening to leak out of her. Her urethra quivering as it struggles to close and hold it in. Lain bites her lower lip, trying desperately to fight her body's urge to relax her urethra. She is currently stopped at the side of the walking area. Holding onto the railing overlooking the third floor. Lain is wearing tight jean colored skinny jeans with a shirt with cats on it. Underneath she is wearing a white bra and white cotton panties. She has above shoulder short brown hair, hazel eyes, caucasian skin. A skinny body and size B breasts. She can't fight it, her body's urge to relax it. Lain feels her panties grow warm and closes her eyes in relief. Until she remembers she is in the middle of the mall, pissing herself. Lain gasps quietly and crossing her legs tightly, holding herself in between her legs. Not caring that people might be staring. Lain manages to slow down peeing and almost thinks that she is in the clear. She doesn't feel any pee coming out. Lain looks down at her jeans and sees that there is a baseball size wet spot at the front. She curses under her breath. Luckily she always brings her favorite black oversized hoodie with her, in a tote bag. In case of accidents or leaks. She takes it out of her tote bag and slips it on, it covers the wet spot perfectly. Lain's bladder feels less pressure, currently and seems to be half full now. Or so her bladder made her think. In reality, it was still pretty full and about ready to burst. Lain didn't know this, however. She takes a step toward the third-floor stairs and another step. So far so good. Lain takes the third step and feels an overwhelming pressure overpower her. She can't stop it this time. Her urethra relaxes completely, tired from all the holding. Lain gasps loudly and holds herself, but pee is gushing out full blast. She feels the urine going down her legs and making a big puddle underneath her. All that pent up urine is finally escaping. Lain can't help but throw her head back and close her eyes. Letting out a moan of relief. She finishes after several long minutes, and opens her eyes and looks down at the mess she made. She can't believe that that much liquid was inside of her. Her bladder gave her a lot of trouble. Lain wishes she had more control over it. (Pictures aren't mine and are from Google. All rights go to the owners or makers of said pictures. This is just how I think Lain would look.)
  18. I'm curious to know how many people here legitimately wet the bed involuntarily. Has anyone actually caused this to happen? I used to fantasise about wetting the bed and now it's become a reality. I now have to wear nappies to bed if I've had a drink. I've even told a good few of my friends about it and I've actually quite ok with the self acceptance since then. I wonder if anyone else here has similar experiences?
  19. You can't actually see the accident, but there is great poop desperation in a scene in Netflix's new Romcom "Holidate". I'll hide the details in case anyone wanted to watch the movie and discover the scene themselves. Spoilers and timestamps will be below:
  20. (Hello again, I'm back with a new Sims 4 story which is based of Trina's hold it Hike comic by @WesternWetsas always I hope you enjoy and be sure to let me know what you thought of it and what stories you'd like to see from me in the future. The story is told from the perspective of Johnathan light blonde hair, orange check shirt and all around nerd telling his story about how his girlfriend pissed herself during a hike.) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So that's me saying hello to my girlfriend Luna, we'd met during my gap year to Japan and since that day we'd never been apart, I never thought I'd get someone as cute looking as Luna but my dreams had come true. Although she isn't into omorashi, she does tease me with having to pee and even leaking over video call, but today would be very different. You see her parents gave her tickets for this exclusive hike around town lead by that day's guide James, who was already gathering people for the hike. Joining us on this adventure were some couple and a mother with her kid, I guess today was very popular. "Alright guys if you'd like to follow me we can begin the hike." James calls out and we all begin to follow him. The beginning of the hike wasn't much to comment about all besides the beauty of nature and Luna's natural beauty. We all stopped for a moment as James talks about the trees however I was fixated on Luna as she takes a picture of her and nature before she drinks her ice tea. It was a very hot day so I wasn't surprised that Luna was helping herself to a second can of Ice tea. Soon we'd reached the temple and my what a sight it was. "This Temple was built back in the Edo Period yet the weird thing is no Emperor or Empress lived in this Temple as it was used for preying and wisdom." James explains to the group, I couldn't help but notice that Luna was now having her third can of Ice tea. *All that Ice tea....it has to go somewhere.* I thought to myself as we moved on. During our hike we'd managed to lose Oscar the slightly overweight Husband who was with Norma who was very worried for him. "He doesn't just wonder off like this." Norma says "Don't worry Ms, we'll find him, there are signs that will help your husband find his way back." James comforts. I just felt bad for the woman. Meanwhile I was beginning to notice that Luna was not herself, she was squirming a little and being a little deliberate with her movements, I put the two together and determined she had to pee yet for nor now I decided to play dumb and pretend I didn't see. Soon we passed some half way point where I noticed everyone was a little squirmy, myself included however the kid didn't have to pee at all and so Luna agreed to keep an eye on him while the rest of the us relieved ourselves. "Hehe you have to pee" the kid taunts as Luna goes to grab herself, I can only imagine what the noise alone was doing to increase her need to relieve her own bladder. "Ryan behave, Mummy will be done soon." her mother calls out. "Right.....I think we're all ready to carry on." James sighs as we all continue towards our next sight seeing location. "However 30 minutes later Luna's need to pee had come back and it was stronger than last time, I didn't know how she was holding so much but it was arousing to watch her squirm. Finally she opens up to her need. "Ms....I have to pee....where's the bathroom?" Luna asks quietly so only the mother and I could hear only I pretended to not be paying attention. "Ummmm well you're kinda looking at it sweetie....unless you can hold it until we get back to town." she replies unsure what to say. As the group moves on and heads towards town I notice Luna was taking a longer to catch up, I swear she almost doubled over and leaked on the bridge. It took us another 30 minutes plus another 5 because James got us lost but we finally made it back to town where we found Oscar walking out of the local bar. Norma was giving James a earful after getting her lost and losing her husband during the hike, even the mother got in angry word asking what he would've done if her child had gotten lost, this gave Luna a chance to waddle to me. She imminently straightened up the moment I looked over to her. "hey baby...are you ok? you've been really squirmy all day." I ask her and before she replies. Her bladder must of spiked because she started dancing around yet trying as hard as she could to keep some shred of modesty as she refused to hold herself. "I have to...pee, I have to pee so badly....I....I can't even walk....I...I'm that full." she whimpers as she throws her modesty away and holds herself. "Without moving or saying a word, she closes her eyes as her body shivers and she lets out a quiet moan. She looks at me and smiles in relief as her shorts suddenly go dark and her legs get soak in her own pee, after hours of holding it, My girlfriend was having an accident. She suddenly jolts as if she'd woken up as she realises what she'd just done. Her face was too much for me to handle as I give her a long hug. "You did so well....." I whisper in her ear. "That was the best day ever." She whispers shakily before adding. "I think I understand why you love Omo so much." The End (I still don't understand why images are being added when I don't add them if someone can tell me how to stop this from happening I'd appreciate it)
  21. Wildagram

    Helltaker

    Even demons need to pee. Thanks to Nannyou Dojin for the art
  22. At first she seems embarrassed, but awkwardly enough, to her it feels good. Thanks to Ryofox630 for the art

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  23. She wouldn’t let him go: the girlfriend The snow kept falling and the call outs kept coming. As a heating engineer Dave loved winter because of the pay but the hours were long and the days short. It was day ten of below freezing temperatures and he was at his second last call out of the day. Another case of frozen pipes. The elderly couple were delighted to see him at last and even before he looked at the boiler he could hear the kettle boiling. ‘Can we offer you a coffee in return for heating and hot water?’ Dave rarely turned down hot coffee on such a cold day. He was also glad to hear the kettle boil as he would be asking for the hot water soon enough to sort the pipes outside. The householder was happy to hand him the kettle but even after using hot water the pipes were still solid. For the seventh time that day Dave found himself hammering on pipes full of ice to try and thaw them out. All the time drinking the delicious mug of coffee he continued in every way he knew to break up the ice. Finally he could hear small ice cubes and water dripping and he began the process of restarting and resetting the boiler. He filled in the forms, handed the empty mug to the customer and packed his tools to leave. Back in the van he checked his work phone for the final call out. It was in the same town but still some distance away. Getting out the street took over twenty minutes as the wheels of work van slid back and forth on the treacherous icy road. Finally he secured some traction and safely arrived at another property. It was getting dark and the snow was getting heavier. Dave pulled on his winter coat and took his tool box in with him. The same fault again and as before the lovely customer offered him a hot drink. Knowing he was heading home right after this Dave initially turned down the offer but when the pipes took longer to clear and he was offered again he smiled and accepted, grateful to hold a warm mug in his freezing hands. By six o’clock he was finally finished and text his girlfriend Demi to say he was on his way home. Strapping his seat belt on Dave started his engine, his mind wandering to a hot bath, a warm meal and, as he wriggled to get comfortable, a trip to the toilet. That needed to be first of all because he hadn’t been since he left for work and, as always, his bladder was full. Demi was used to him racing in and running into the downstairs loo, sometimes before he even said hi to her because he couldn’t wait. She’d joked a few times that one day she might just lock the door and make him wait, at least until he’d said hi to her, but thankfully she never had. The traffic was slower than normal and heavier. The snow was falling faster and the road, while gritted, was still slippery. While Dave was hungry, tired and nursing a full bladder, safety was still a priority so he cut his speed and took care at every roundabout, junction and traffic light. The closer he got to home the more he could feel his bladder throb. Thank goodness, he thought, that he had a downstairs loo. Just the idea of having to try and make it upstairs in his current state made him cringe. Sitting at lights he pressed his crotch and rubbed it just enough to take the edge off. It was true he loved Demi, he loved her cooking too, but mostly right now he loved the fact he was getting closer to having an epic release as his dick tingled in anticipation. It tingled a little too much as he had to squirm in the seat and grab himself as it threatened to burst sitting in the van. ‘Come on traffic. I really gotta go here!’ But it seemed the more desperate he was the slower the traffic moved. Dave clenched his fists as he squeezed. He bounced and shook a leg every time he was stationary and he tapped the steering wheel in frustration time and time again. ‘Come on!’ Finally he parked in his own driveway. Forced to grab himself in a most undignified way he was grateful it was dark so no-one could see. Locking the van he hobbled to the front door moaning under his breath with adrenaline pumping through him as he urgently headed for his own toilet for desperate release from the pressure. Even though dinner smelt delicious he couldn’t even think about anything else as he closed the front door, a hand still covering his crotch, as he raced through the kitchen to the nearest loo. ‘Hi Dave!’ Dave wanted to answer but first he just needed to piss. He raised a hand to acknowledge Demi but he was unable to stop as urine surged to the very tip of his penis ready to surge out any second. He grabbed the handle frantically and pulled it down, pushing with his full body. His shoulder pushed against the door as it remained shut. ‘Shit! What!’ ‘It’s locked Dave!’ Angry and shocked Dave turned to face Demi, his mouth panting and his heart pounding. He looked only at her face. ‘Demi this isn’t funny! I’m dying for a piss honey! Oh shit! Come on unlock it before I piss myself!’ Demi stood in silence stirring the meal. ‘What? What do you want? Just fucking unlock this toilet NOW! Come on darling...I’m dribbling!’ Dave squirmed like a toddler, both hands on his crotch, his legs bouncing and squirming in obvious desperation. ‘Look Dave I’m sick of being ignored. You race in here every night and run to the bathroom without so much of a hi. Two nights ago I put highlights in my hair and you ran past me and still ignored me. Last night I put my hair up, put make up on and even put on that fitted jumper you love...and still you ran right past me to the toilet first! Well tonight here I am cooking dinner for you like this...and STILL you don’t even say hi or kiss me before you go to the loo! What more do I need to do? Do you actually even fancy me?’ Dave squeezed his throbbing damp manhood hard as he swallowed hard and wiped sweat from his brow. Raising his head he looked at his girlfriend who was now facing him. She looked stunning dressed only in a red lace bra and matching thongs with stockings, suspenders and shiny black high heels. His eyes widened as he gasped for air. ‘Fucking hell! You are...beautiful Demi! Adorable. So sexy honey. Oh Jesus I’m dribbling! Please please honey...I’ll kiss you all night, give you whatever you want...but I’m begging you to let me piss first. Oh Shit! I’ll be right back babe...I need to go!’ Dave bent forwards and moaned as he felt another leak. Not wanting to humiliate himself any more he decided to get upstairs to the en-suite as a matter of urgency. Running through the kitchen towards the hall and stairs he froze as Demi shouted. ‘That one’s locked too by the way!’ Dave turned, bent forward in agony as a wet patch became obvious on his work trousers. ‘Demi! Please! I’ve leaked! I’m seriously starting to wet myself babe. Don’t do this to me.’ ‘Prove to me I am more important than your bladder Dave. That’s all I need to know.’ Grimacing Dave hobbled back to the kitchen towards his beautiful sexy girlfriend. Her large boobs more than filled the bra and if he wasn’t gagging for a piss he’d definitely have his hands all over Demi. His dick would certainly have been desiring her greatly but right now it couldn’t even get half hard as it ached so badly to pee. Keeping one hand tightly on his crotch the other ran through Demi’s long curly hair, something which ordinarily sent shivers through him. Touching her cheek tenderly Dave heard her whisper enticingly. ‘Kiss me honey. Please.’ His brow creased with pressure, his heart pounding, his dick throbbing, Dave’s face drew closer to Demi’s as their eyes met and lips touched. The familiar, soft, warm feeling of Demi’s lips usually sent hormones soaring through Dave’s body but tonight his bladder ached so much that, as nice as it was, it wasn’t having it’s usual effect. Just then another urge made Dave bend over and moan. ‘Demi please. This is really really bad. I love you honey. You are beautiful. But I gotta piss like crazy!’ Rubbing a hand over her own breasts sexually Demi smiled and smirked. ‘I know. It’s kinda sexy to see you know!’ And at that Demi grabbed her boyfriend and kissed him deeply. Dave moaned in a mixture of urgency and pleasure as he slowly gave into the passion and put both arms around the scarcely dressed sexy female in his arms. Drawing closer to her he returned the kiss as the dinner bubbled behind him and in front of him his trousers warmed and dripped with urine as his body could no longer restrain itself. Gently pushing Demi against the fridge Dave continued pissing steadily as he felt his dick harden and rise. Still kissing Demi rubbed her hand up Dave’s trouser leg until she reached his hard dick. Stroking it and smiling Demi pulled back from the kiss as she put her thumb that was rubbing his wet trousers to her mouth and licked it laughing. ‘Fuck that feel so much better!’ ‘That was fun. So my sexy wet boy tell me, were you needing that big piss for a while then?’ ‘Oh yes! I was bursting the whole way home. Squirming in my van and everything.’ ‘Oh you poor thing. Let’s have dinner and you can tell me all the details.’ ‘Can I get changed first?’ ‘Oh I think you look perfect exactly as you are. Have a seat...and a drink of course...and I’ll be over with dinner and you can tell me all about your day. You can start with all you had to drink...’
  24. At least she tried. Thanks to Sunflowerofevil for the art

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