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  1. To start off: If you don't know me, I am non-binary though there are only binary tags. I use e/em/es pronouns. For the visual people: I am 5'4", white, with blond hair. I usually wear loose fitting natural color clothes. One more thing to know about me: I have a lot food allergies and restrictions, which can lead to some *ahem* messy situations. -- The Fair: This is a really gross story, probably even to those into messing. One year my family and I went to attend the town fair on a hot July day. Among the festivities I enjoyed many snacks, including a bright green popsicle and later a caramel corn on the cob. Food coloring has never agreed with me, and I was already starting to feel some anxious cramping. I considered trying to use the restroom, but the fair was notorious for having the hottest, nastiest porta potties year after year. I sipped some cold water and tried to relax. There was music, and the people were crowded together to watch performances. At this point, my mom came over to me with a special treat: The caramel corn on the cob. We were poor, and barely ever had treats, so this was a big deal. However, with my stomach already upset, the greasy corn didn't sound like a good idea. Nonetheless, I tried a few bites and pretended to enjoy it for my mom's sake. As soon as the butter hit my stomach I felt a contraction in bowels. Bad news. I started to tell my mom I was headed to the restroom when I felt it. The biggest, crampiest fart of my life was coming. I should have known better. But in the moment, all I could think about was how relieving it would be to release some pressure. I released the ill fated gas, and as any person could have predicted, I instantly felt that cold shock of More Than A Fart. I tried to stop, but it was way too late. Even after the pressure relieved I could still feel the mess coming out into my unprotected underwear. It was heavy. It was warm. It was not a shart, but a full-on involuntary accident. So here I am, pants full shit, hands full of corn, red to the tips of my ears and shaking badly. Think, what is the reasonable thing to do? Of course it would be to admit the accident, get help, and move on. I was not a reasonable kid though. I excused myself to the porta-pottie and waddle-ran as fast as my load would allow, continuing to shit myself, mind you. It wasn't stopping. By the time I reached the toilet my underwear were FILLED. I'm honestly so glad that I was wearing a skirt because I guarantee pants would have mud trails. Come to think of it, I probably left a trail behind me, but I guess I never checked. However, the downside to the skirt was that I could not risk going bare-assed. After pooping for an eternity, I finally managed to stop. I scooped as much of the mess into the loo as I could with toilet paper, and then used more to wrap my underwear like a mummy in order to protect myself from the wet mess, as well as provide additional protection against further mishap. Then I had to do one of the worst things in my life. I put the cold, shit-coated panties back on. I wish I could say that it was a quick trip home to change, but we ended up walking two miles back to my house in the heat. My undies were literally dripping by the time I got home. First chance I got I threw them away, and buried the trauma of that day deep in my brain. This is the first time I have ever told that story. -- I have probably, 3-5 more stories of humiliation like this, I'll release them as I have time. Open to criticism. Also! If you have a specific related kink or want a detail about the story, go ahead and ask!
  2. From the album: Furry Omorashi

    A small comic, starring a new adventurer Kobold named Lazuli! She strives to be a great adventurer, but she's a... bit... scatterbrained.... Okay maybe very, head-empty-levels of scatterbrained. But she's got spirit! ...And now a need for some dry pants too ^_^;
  3. So I'm interested in someone helping me set up triggers. Triggers that, when they occur, I wet myself instantly, no matter where I am. I like seeing the wet spot... This isn't a purely sexual thing for me. There is some to it, but not entirely at all. ANYWAYS, the idea is, I would be going through my day like normal, and see a certain object, or hear a certain phrase, or whatever it might be, when it happens, I Immediately wet myself, no matter where I am. As i do not wear a diaper, i always have a change of clothes with me. But i would wear one if needed to... I prefer women. but, i'd be fine with a guy too. I mainly just need someone who knows how to setup triggers. My goal is to have happy little accidents More info is in my about section of my profile. Although, i might have covered it all. ANY TAKERS??
  4. I'm sure we have all had moments of desperation during those times we had been drinking. I always find myself making frequent trips to the bathroom when I've got alcohol in my system and this had led to many close calls as well as a few accidents over the years. This experience happened a few years ago when I was 19 and drinking was still a new thing for me. As a result, I was not yet used to having to hold my pee like I am now and I was totally caught off guard. Me and my friends were hanging out at our local beach where we had a fire and a few beers. It was still a bit cold in the evenings so I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a hoodie on top. Nothing fancy. Since we were outside in a pretty open area we had to walk back to the (very gross) out houses beside the parking lot anytime we needed to pee that night. While the walk only took a minute or two it was far enough out of the way that I did not want to go to the bathroom right away every time I felt the urge to pee, which was quite often as I got more drunk. I was sort of a lightweight and still am now which, when combined with my inexperience with alcohol at the time, meant that I went from tipsy to officially drunk after only a few drinks. I made the mistake of "breaking the seal" as soon as I felt the urge to pee for the first time that night and that made me need to pee again pretty quickly. I don't remember exactly how long we were there but it felt like I had went to the bathroom at least 3 times in the last hour so the process of walking there and back was starting to get a little annoying. Also, as I mentioned earlier, the toilets were pretty disgusting as they were basically holes in the ground with seats over them. These things made me want to put off peeing again for as long as I could so that I could chill with my friends. I started to squirm around a bit as my need to pee increased and because I was drunk I wasn't too worried about holding myself around other people. Alcohol always makes me feel pretty desperate to pee but because I'm not thinking totally straight I find it hard to judge how bad the urge really is. That night I definitely misjudged my ability to hold. I knew I had to go to the bathroom soon but I started to lose control when one of my friends started doing her impression of our high school math teacher. It was so perfect that I could not stop laughing which took my attention away from my need to pee. A sudden spurt of warmth between my legs reminded me of my full bladder so I clamped my legs together in an effort to stop it. I succeeded and when I felt my crotch with my hand there was only the faintest feeling of dampness. However, my friend continued to mimic our old teacher and she did such a good job that even in my predicament I couldn't help laughing again. I felt another trickle of pee begin to leak out of me, forcing me to cross my legs and making me afraid to move because I might lose control completely. Just when I thought I had everything under control another of my friends joined in with her take on our teacher which was somehow even more hilarious to me. At that point everyone was laughing hysterically and I'm sure we have all experienced a moment where other people laughing makes us laugh even harder. That was happening now and I just could not stop laughing anymore. I could feel my butt getting warmer with every exhalation and no amount of leg crossing and holding could stop it. The more I laughed the more I peed and the trickle from before turned into a full stream. I quickly lost what little control I had over myself and I started making an audible hissing sound. My pee must have started dripping down from the foldable chair I was sitting on because someone shouted "Ice is peeing herself!" which drew a whole other round of laughter. I was drunk enough that I didn't feel too embarrassed by what was happening because I knew everyone there well enough to know they would not make fun of me (not in a mean way anyways). Everyone else's laughter kept me laughing as well despite the fact that I was having my first full on wetting since the sledding incident I posted about before. I remember calming down as the last drops of pee left my bladder and just sitting there a moment catching my breath. I stood up to check the damage to the chair, the seat of which was completely darkened, and a fresh wave of giggles erupted from my friends as they got a look at my soaked pants in the fire light. Even though they were laughing they were very sympathetic and offered to give me a ride home right away but I told them I was okay for the time being. The beers made me pretty care free about sitting around in wet clothes, but I also felt myself getting incredibly turned on as my legs cooled down and I became acutely aware of how wet I had gotten myself. I remember having to resist the urge to start touching myself while we sat around the fire. I sat on one of the beach towels we had brought with us on the ride home. One of our group was not drinking that night so I luckily did not have to explain to anyone else why I was soaking wet. My parents also happened to be staying at a relative's place that night which gave me a great idea when I was dropped off at home. I needed to pee pretty bad again at that time, but since nobody else was home I decided I would relieve myself somewhere besides the bathroom. I walked out to our backyard where I took off my shoes and put them beside the door. I then went and stood in the grass and did my best to relax myself. Even though I felt like I had to pee it wasn't as easy to do on command as I expected. I tried sitting down in the grass and after a few moments I felt that familiar warmth between my legs. It was not the first time I had deliberately wet myself but the combination of alcohol and the knowledge that nobody else was around let me relax completely. I closed my eyes in total bliss and let myself lie down in the grass while I peed. I remember I got some chips from inside and ate them in my back yard while wearing my wet clothes. I hung out outside for a while watching random youtube videos and enjoying the feeling of my soaked pants clinging to my thighs and butt. Eventually I decided I would head inside and enjoy a late night bath before bed. When I looked at myself in the mirror I would the wetness halfway down my legs on the front of pants, and the more recent dark spot on my butt and between my legs. As amazing as my drunk bath felt (seriously, if you haven't done it before you're missing out) I was a little sad to take off my wet clothes. I will try to update you guys with stories of more drunk wettings in the near future! In the mean time I hope everyone enjoys my story and I would love to hear about similar experiences you have had!
  5. For anyone that has experienced a female significant other or friend leak or have an accident, how did you end up seeing or feeling their wet panties for the first time? Did they offer to show you (or let you feel them) or did you find/see them by accident? Please share any experiences
  6. Hello! I am so happy my last post got such a positive response I want to share more of my wetting experiences with you. This story is the moment I first realized I got some enjoyment from wetting, and I think it was the experience which led me to find this community. This story happened when I was 13, but I do recall I wet myself past the usual age that most kids had those kinds of incidents. The memory that stands out to me is when I tried to hold it during recess in fourth grade. Even though I knew I had to pee from the beginning of the break I thought I could hold it until class started again. Of course, I was wrong, and I ended up peeing my jeans while we lined up to file back into the school at the end of recess. This was one of the several times I overestimated my own bladder and I think it was a major contributor to the embarrassment and excitement I felt the day me and my friend wet ourselves when we went out sliding. My friend Allie and I set out from her house to walk to a playground about 15 minutes away where there was a long and steep hill perfect for sledding in the winters. I remember we were both wearing jeans under our snow pants, which were black and had straps that went over the shoulders like overalls. The walk there was pretty uneventful, but it took slightly longer than it usually would have taken due to the snow and the sleds that we dragged along with us. I didn't mind the journey, but I was obviously much more excited about getting to the hill than I was about the walk. The only problem with the distance was that it made bathroom breaks pretty inconvenient. I remember being jealous of boys who could just walk to the edge of the fence and pee without much trouble. The rest of us had to choose between holding it until we got home or walking into the nearby trees a little ways to try and find a spot that was private enough to go. Usually that wasn't too hard since the trees got pretty dense pretty quickly, but on this particular day a group of older teens who I didn't know were hanging out in a small clearing having a fire. We did not realize how much of a problem they would cause at first so Allie and I immediately climbed to the top of the hill to begin our first run down. We were probably sliding for about half an hour when I realized I would need to pee soon. I told Allie and she agreed that it would be best if we had a quick break to go pee. However, when we walked into the trees we realized the group of older people were still hanging around. Even though they probably couldn't see us I didn't feel comfortable going when someone could potentially walk in on us easily. Allie pointed out that their fire was out so they would probably leave soon, so we decided to have a few more runs down the hill and come back. Big mistake. My need to pee increased pretty quickly and by my third or forth time down the hill I occasionally felt the need to grab myself through my snow pants. Allie was doing alright as far as I could tell and I didn't want to force her to follow me away from the hill again when I thought I could hold it for a while. It was only a short walk into the trees anyways so I wasn't as worried as I should have been. I started to realize how desperate I was becoming when my sled hit a bump as I went down the hill and I felt a jolt in my bladder that made me squeeze my legs together and almost tip over my sled. While I waited for Allie to come down behind me I couldn't help my hand moving between my legs momentarily but I did my best to not make it obvious to everyone else on the hill that I had to pee soon. I told Allie I had to pee pretty badly now, and she admitted that she was starting to get desperate as well so we picked up our sleds and headed towards the trees. But of course the older teens were still hanging around. At that moment I knew we would have to go somewhere more isolated because I could not hold on much longer. Allie was fine with going home then so we started to make our way back towards her house, taking the path that we used to get there. Every step I took increased my need to go little by little and I seriously began to question whether I would be able to make it back. About halfway there I had to stop and thrust my hand between my legs when I felt a strong urge wash over me. I think I leaked a little then, but it was hard to tell in my snow pants. What I did know was that I needed to pee NOW. The part of the path we were on was completely undeveloped at the time so plenty of trees were scattered along the sides of the path but they were mostly too sparse to provide decent cover. At this point I was desperate and thought that the risk was necessary. Allie thought she would be able to make it back to her house so she said she would stand guard for me while I peed. As I walked off the path the deeper snow made it difficult to walk without taking big steps and each one made me feel like I would wet myself right then and there. The best spot I could find was a cluster of 3 trees that slightly obscured me on all sides. I wasn't too happy about it but another jolt from my bladder meant I didn't have much choice. I took another look around as I stood by the trees. I could see Allie standing just off the path and she gave me a thumbs up to assure me no one was around. Off in the distance I heard a skidoo as I unzipped my coat and began to undo the straps of my snow pants. I had to put my hands between my legs again after I undid the straps before going for my zipper, and at that point I could not stop myself from dancing around as relief was so close. I finally got my snow pants down and began to undo my jeans when I noticed the sound of the skidoo had gotten much louder. I froze and glanced behind me where I saw the skidoo through the trees and it was coming right towards me. As soon as my focus left my need to pee my bladder gave up completely and I felt instantly felt warmth spreading between my legs. I could not stop myself from peeing as the skidoo drove past, obviously unconcerned with the girl who was much too old to be wetting herself peeing nearby. I jammed my hands between my legs but that did nothing to stop the flow and after a moment I just gave up. My jeans were already dark well past my knees so even if I managed to stop myself from peeing it was too late. I must have peed for close to a minute, the whole time I didn't know what to do and I just stood there crying. Allie must have noticed because she ran over to me with a shocked look on her face. She did her best to comfort me but I was as far gone as my pants were at that point and I just wanted to get home as soon as possible. Allie clearly felt the same way as I noticed her holding herself as I did up my snowpants and coat. The walk back felt like an eternity as the entire time I could feel my pants cooling down and the wetness in my boots from the pee that had leaked down there. To make matters worse there was a noticeable wet spot on my snow pants as well which was darker black between the legs than anywhere else. The entire walk I could not take my mind off how soaked I was and I dreaded having to tell Allie's mom and my parents what had happened. When we got back to Allie's house I started to notice how desperate she had grown over the course of the walk. I didn't know why I was so interested in her at the time, but anything to take my mind off my own wet pants was a welcome thought. I began hoping that she would have an accident too, both because it would be less embarrassing if she shared my predicament, but also because seeing Allie constantly shifting her feet and holding herself made me want to see her lose control so badly even though I did not understand why at the time. I was briefly able to forget about my wetness as we walked inside and Allie began to frantically strip off her snow gear. I was in no hurry to take off my snow pants and make it abundantly clear to Allie's mom that I had wet myself so I just stood in the porch and watched Allie struggle to undress herself. She could barely keep her feet still long enough to get her boots off and she hopped on one leg each time she tried to kick her boot off the other foot. She got her second boot off with a kick that sent it flying across the room. Allie stumbled after that and had to stop for a moment for her hand to dart between her legs while she twisted her legs. I asked Allie if she was okay, which was an incredibly silly question in retrospect, and she only answered "no," obviously too focused on not peeing to really be thinking straight. Her feet constantly moved as she worked at undoing the straps of her snow pants, and the stationary jog she was doing seemed to increase in desperation every second. Finally she got her snow pants down to her knees and as she bent over I could already see a wet spot on the crotch of her pants. Its hard to describe the excitement I felt at that sight and I'm sure I must have been staring. Allie sat on the bench to haul her snow pants off, using one hand to get her legs out of the pants while the other hand remained firmly between her already wet legs. When she finally got her pants off she seemed to sit there for a minute in contemplation before standing up and making a dash towards the bathroom. However, she only made it two or three steps before she stopped again. Allie buried her hands between her legs as she danced frantically in a circle. The speed of her steps got faster and faster until she suddenly stopped, standing on the tips of her toes, and she looked over to me with a look of pure horror. At that same moment Allie's pants grew dark between her legs. The wetness quickly spread down past her knees and within a couple seconds I could see a stream trickling onto the ground from her ankle. For a moment she continued to hold herself and bounce around, doing her best to regain control. But try as she might she was fully wetting herself and even if she managed to stop she had already gotten soaked. I remember watching the wetness spread from between her legs around her butt then starting to darken the legs of her pants. The sight of the dark stain on her butt is still burned into my memory to this day. She must have peed as long as I did and she whole time I could tell she was doing her best not to cry. I remember we both just stood there looking at each other as she peed, neither of us knowing what to do. When I never said anything Allie seemed somewhat relieved as she was probably worried that I would make fun of her, even though I was still wearing my very obviously wet jeans. I was relieved Allie had not seen me wet myself up close like I had just seen her do, but I was still extremely embarrassed. There was a small puddle where Allie was standing while I could still felt the dampness of my boots that I had peed in 10 minutes ago. Allie's mom came out to the porch when she heard us come in, just in time to see the last of Allie's accident. She noticed my situation pretty quickly as well, and told me she would give me a ride home after Allie got changed. Not much was said on the dive back, but Allie's mom did assure the two of us that peeing in our pants was nothing to be ashamed of as long as we learned to be more careful next time. While her words helped I still remember that day being one of the most embarrassing of my life as I was so afraid someone would see me walking down the road in wet snowpants, not to mention having to be seen by my and Allie's parents, but I think that ultimately contributed to me looking back on it fondly these days. It was something Allie and I would joke about years later anytime a bathroom was difficult to come by. I also look back fondly on the feeling of walking around in wet clothes; although it was terribly embarrassing at the time I do get excited by the feeling of wearing wet underwear around other people. I hope you all enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! I have several other experiences that I would like to share in the future, and hopefully I will have many experiences in the future that I would like to share! I would also love to hear what you guys think, and any similar experiences you've had! See you soon!
  7. After a long hiatus, I'm back to writing. I'm planning on at least five chapters, but I'll see how long I can keep it going. If you share the story, please credit me. Please let me know what you think! Chapters involve female desperation and/or wetting and occasional humiliation - other topics some people might not be interested in will be labeled if appropriate. Chapter 1 Maribel sipped the last of her water bottle, tossed it into a mall recycling bin and headed to a bathroom. She’d been at the mall all afternoon, and that water bottle hadn’t been the first one. Pressure was building between her legs, and Maribel was looking forward to relieving it. She got into a stall and got ready to pull up her short, grey skirt when she noticed a familiar symbol on the toilet. It looked like a miniature police badge with a bright yellow teardrop in the middle. Or pee-drop? Dammit, Maribel thought. Another detection toilet. She’d seen them before, occasionally. The toilets scanned urine for DNA profiles matching fugitives and digitally sent ‘hits’ to local police. It shouldn’t have mattered. Why couldn’t the past just be the past? Maribel was a law abiding, tax paying citizen now. She’d only been the getaway driver a few times as a teen for some friends who’d had the brilliant idea to rob banks. They were good at it, too. Great at it even, until the moment they got caught. Marisol, as she was known then, had skipped bail and used her ill-gotten gains to stay hidden. Enough money, it turned out, could buy excellent forged identification documents, cosmetic surgery – even a college education. Marisol was supposed to be gone for good, yet now a mistake as simple a pissing into the wrong toilet could resurrect her. Despite knowing what the result would be, Maribel checked the other empty stalls. Each taunted her with the same shiny, white porcelain monstrosity. It wasn’t fucking fair. Ignoring her bladder’s twinges of protest, Maribel picked up her shopping bags, exited the bathroom and headed for the parking lot. Finding her car easily, Maribel began her drive home. A few minutes in, she found herself squirming a bit in her leather seat. What are you, a child? Maribel scolded herself. It will be fine – I’ll find a gas station or something. The gas station up the road from the nearest exit seemed like just the oasis Maribel was looking for. She opened the bathroom door, sure that a gas station bathroom of all places would be free of those awful new toilets. And yet to her dismay, there it sat – another gleaming white detection toilet. FUCK!!! And so, for the second time that afternoon, Maribel left the bathroom with her bladder as full as when she’d entered. “Nice, isn’t it” a gas station attendant commented as Maribel headed towards her car. “What?” Maribel was confused. “The new toilet – the city installed it for free. Good thing too – kept having to service the last one.” “Yeah…..it’s nice.” Maribel replied. Perfectly nice, Maribel thought. Everything about it is just great except for the part where I can’t actually use it! Maribel got back into her car frustrated and very uncomfortable. I’ll pee when I get home, she told herself, hand wedged firmly against her crotch. This is fucking ridiculous. You’re not gonna wet yourself in your own damned car. Just hold it. Somehow the drive home was both a blur and in slow motion all at the same time. But Maribel made it home, shoved her key into her apartment’s lock and rushed to the bathroom with her continence and most of her dignity intact. What Maribel found made her stare in disbelief and total shock. Right there, in her own bathroom was a shiny, new detection toilet with its stupid authoritarian logo practically mocking her. WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK IS GOING ON?!!!! I’M GONNA CALL THE DAMNED MAINTENANCE GUY AND FIND OUT WHO DID THIS! THIS IS MY APARTMENT AND….” Maribel’s furious internal diatribe was interrupted by an unmistakable hissing sound. She twisted her legs together desperately but the piss just kept coming. Maribel could hardly believe what was happening as her short grey skirt rapidly darkened and hot piss ran down her legs to the fluffy bath mat below. Maribel had wet herself inches away from the toilet. After drying herself off and regaining her composure, Maribel got on the phone. “You know this line is for emergencies only, Maribel.” “This is an emergency, Mike! How could you let someone replace my toilet without telling me?” “The city came and replaced all the toilets. They didn’t tell us in advance. But they’re free and much better than the ones we had before. Apparently it’s part of some new criminal apprehension kick the mayor’s on. Don’t you like yours?” Maribel didn’t want to sound like a crazy person, or worse, someone who had a suspicious reason to not want a detection toilet in their home. “Actually, it is very nice. I just like to know when people are in my apartment is all. It feels like an invasion of privacy.” “Totally understandable. Sorry for the intrusion. Anything else I can do for you?” “No, I’m sorry for being rude.” “No problem – have a good night”. Maribel’s hands shook as she ended the call, and she tried not to hyperventilate. This was bad – worse than she could have ever imagined. What the fuck was she going to do?
  8. Hi guys (and gals) I would highly appreciate if anyone who knows which JAV videos feature at least one (or preferably more/all) expisode of jeans/pants wetting. I am not picky as to the scenario; waiting in line, intentional, public/private accidents, giga/other holding contests, idol/office interviews. The most helpful responses would include the "XXXX-###" code, title, a thumbnailcreen capture of the episode, timestamp, link, or whichever possible. Thanks in advance! Attached are a few exclusive amateur videos I have... but there's more where they came from video-1607068691.mp4 video-1607853251.mp4 video-1607068691.mp4 video-1607853251.mp4 video-1614567175.mp4
  9. Paige: My Story About How I Became A Semi Incontinent Bed Wetter Because Of Nappies. Chapter One. Hi everyone! I’m Paige, and I figured that this was probably the best place to tell my story. (Spoiler Alert: The heading pretty much sums up my story! ) First, some background. I’m female, (duh!) 27 years old, and an aspiring writer. Up until recently, I’ve never had any sort of pee fetish, but I have dealt with OAB, over-active bladder issues like forever. The OAB isn’t really too bad I suppose. It’s just sometimes, I can get a sudden urge to urinate, and I’ll need to get to a bathroom ASAP. If I don’t, there’s a good chance that I’ll wet my pants a bit, or even worse, a lot. It’s not a daily, or even weekly occurrence, but it does happen sometimes, and has done ever since I was a little girl. Speaking of “Way Back Then,” I had a few instances of wet pants growing up, more than most kids did I suppose, although as I got older, my parents and I slowly worked out what could trigger it. Basically, caffeine or sugar. If I drank too much soda or energy style drinks, it would really make me start having sudden urgency and occasional accidents. It also doesn’t help that I’ve always been a really shy girl. In junior school I wet myself in class a couple of times simply because I was too shy to put my hand up and ask. Even today, I’m very shy by nature, and enjoy my own company over others, although I’m nowhere near being that shy, emotional little wreck that I was until my mid-teens. I’m probably over analysing things, but I think my childhood accidents were a lot to blame. Let’s face it. There’s nothing more mortifying for a tween aged girl than to wet herself at school in front of her classmates. As for bed wetting back then, yeah, it happened a few times, but not too often. If I can remember correctly, I think I wore pull ups to bed till I was around five? Maybe a bit older, but I was certainly not needing them by the time I’d turned six. I did wake up to wet sheets on a handful of occasions after that, but by then we were starting to get a handle on what would trigger it, and my night time liquid intake was closely monitored. It turned out that I could drink all the water or milk that I wanted to, within reason of course, but carbonated beverages were a big no-no. Of course my daytime consumption of said beverages was frowned upon as well, but it’s almost impossible to stop a kid from partaking in the illicit stuff occasionally. Think birthday parties, family gatherings, weddings and stuff. On those occasions I’d be allowed a glass or two, but my bathroom usage would be closely monitored! But, overall, my minor bladder issue was never a super big deal. Over the years I grew used to carrying spare panties in my bag, or shorts in my school stuff, and by the time that puberty really kicked in, it was almost, ALMOST, a non-event. This has obviously changed quite a bit since then.....
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  11. https://iheartwetting.tumblr.com/post/669506061694320640 not sure if this was posted yet
  12. When I was a kid I had accidents a lot, both at night and during the day, too many to remember. Usually it happened because I was too shy to go to the bathroom (or from genuine bedwetting). These are some of the ones I remember most clearly. (Note: I'm sharing these memories because I like the role they played in my adult self liking omo, and it's fun to imagine my adult self in similar scenarios. Please don't sexualize my childhood thanks) The first was when I was maybe 4 or so. My parents had just installed those impossible plastic child locks on my bedroom door, the kind that fit over the doorknob and need to be squeezed hard to open. I remember getting up later that night because I had to pee really bad, but when I tried to get the lock open I couldn't do it. I struggled with it for a few minutes while I danced around, until eventually I gave up and got back in bed. I guess I thought I could just keep holding it all night, but after a while of squirming and trying to wait I lost control and peed my pants and the bed. My family was very apologetic about the whole thing, they took the locks back off after that night lol. Another bedwetting accident happened around the same time, but at preschool. We were supposed to take naps during the day, so we would all go into a side room and lay out plastic mats, dim the lights, and sleep. I was never tired anyway, but I also frequently ended up with a full bladder. That day we had a substitute teacher, who was in the other room at the time. We hadn't been in the nap room for very long, but I started feeling like I had to go badly. At first I tried to wait, because I knew we weren't supposed to get up, but I was bursting and didn't want to have an accident, so I gathered up my courage and went to the door. I peeked out and saw the teacher sitting at a table, but when I tried to slip out the door to the bathroom (it was only a few feet away), she saw me and shook her head, telling me to go lay down again. She probably thought I was just wandering around, but I was too shy to say I needed the bathroom, so I reluctantly went back to my mat. I remember lying there trying my best to hang on until naptime was over, but my bladder gave up and I flooded the mat and the floor. A couple years later I was out somewhere with my family, I don't remember where, just a place with public bathrooms. We were all sitting around talking, and I suddenly noticed I had to go, bad enough that I was about to lose it. I told my parents and they pointed me to the bathrooms, I basically ran there, but when I tried to push on the door it would barely move. It was just way too heavy, I couldn't get it open on my own, and the effort made me immediately pee my pants right in front of the bathroom. I remember having to walk back through public areas with wet pants, but I don't remember much else afterward.
  13. The same guy who made the trooper wetting video made a new one with a hint of possible future videos featuring diapers! Beach bomber pees herself
  14. When you go out in public in a diaper, which parts are you most concerned and least concerned about other people noticing?
  15. (So after playing Don Bluth's Dragon's Lair it came to mind that no one has done an omo story with Daphne the Princess of the game so I hope you enjoy this story in the context of age Daphne is 21 and Dirk is 25 when he shows up.) *Well Kidnapped again.* Thought the Princess Daphne as she floated in her little dome being guarded by the Dragon waiting for a hero to rescue her, it was just unfortunate that on this occasion she needed to pee and quite badly too. *Surely someone will save me.....I can't afford to wet myself what would people think of me?* She wonders to herself as she keeps her legs tight together hoping to hold it long enough to reach a bathroom she definitely wasn't going to just let go not in her nice new night gown. Then suddenly she hears the sounds of feet on money, she looks over to see a tall, brave knight then as this mysterious knight draws near stumbling on a chest she discovers it's Dirk the Daring who quickly hides from the Dragon. "How might I free you from your imprisonment?" He whispers. "The key, is what you'll need....the dragon keeps it around it's neck.....to....slay the Dragon use.......the magic sword." She replies feeling bladder tense up with a wave of desperation causing her to cross her legs before pointing to a sword embedded in a big jewel. Dirk darts off as the Dragon wakes up and begins to hunt and most likely kill him but Dirk was faster and moves from pillar to pillar dodging the Dragon's attacks and fire breath which impressed Daphne a lot most knights never got this far but Dirk was....well Daring. As the fight raged on Daphne felt a leak escape and goes to grab herself to regain control before checking for damage, luckily because her gown was black there was nothing but she knew she couldn't hold it for long. When she looks back to the fight, Dirk had got the magic sword which made her cheer for him, the Dragon swipes and misses but hits the dome cracking it. This in tern caused Daphne to jump out of her skin and with that lost control of her bladder, as she stiffens to try to regain control but to no avail. As her pee rushed out of her tired bladder soaking her gown and making a puddle beneath her something unusual happened.....she was touching herself. *Oh my....this should be.....humiliating but instead it's......exhilarating.....arousing even......ahhhhh." She let's out an audible sigh just as Dirk defeats the Dragon, he grabs the key and let's Daphne out who was in a trance of relief and arousal for which Dirk couldn't understand but why did he need to when the Princess leapt into his arms and gave him a kiss. From that day forward Daphne would deliberately hold it just to get that feeling of desperation before letting it all out and all over herself, it would be her own sexual secret. (I hope you enjoyed this, please feel free to comment on what you thought about it.)
  16. Curious as to a certain position or action that you do or have done in the past right before or as you started to lose control. And, did that action or position help stop it or just hide things?
  17. The sun was shining. As Makkena opened her eyes, she felt the warmth of the sun kissing her face, letting her know it was time to wake up. She stretched, and felt something strange, uncomfortable, and oddly familiar. She moved the blanket off of herself, and smelled it. "Oh, God." She said, as she realized what had happened. She hadn't wet the bed since she was fifteen, almost five years ago. She thought it was over. This isn't happening again. She thought, I will not let this come back. She stared at her pajama pants for moment, with an ashamed and groggy look on her face. Then she stood up, cringing at the cold, clammy feeling of wet underwear and pants and went into her bathroom, located just outside her bedroom. As she began the shower, Makkena thought to herself It's probably just a fluke. Maybe I just had too many fluids. During her shower, Makkena was slightly anxious because of her accident, knowing that she had trouble in the past. The last time she wet the bed she was halfway through her Freshman year of high school. Before that, she never had a dry night in her life. She remembers going to the store with her mom when she was thirteen, and remembers how embarrassing it felt when her mom picked out a package of youth pull-up pants for bedwetting in her size. At the counter, the clerk kind of gave Makkena a glance. Nothing malicious, just in a way that indicated he knew the pull-ups were for her. Her mom noticed this, and said, "Hey Makkena? Do you think your little sister would like something from the candy shelf?" Makkena had no little sister. She was an only child. Her mom was constructing reasonable doubt for her daughter. Makkena and her mom were, and are, very close. Her mom, Fay, home-schooled Makkena until she was ten. The reason being, was that Makkena, at this point in her life, had very little control over her bladder. She was able to make it to the bathroom easily with number two, but for some reason she just couldn't hold it when she had to go number one, even while sitting at home. The doctors found no medical reason, but three months after her tenth birthday, she was dry during the day. That's her history. She has had the experience. The bedwetting was bad enough, but God forbid the day time problems came back. She has only really had a few daytime accidents since. One she had a few months ago. At first she was concerned, but then she attributed it to the fact that she had chugged a lot of coffee that morning, and had energy shots throughout the day. She was standing in her kitchen talking to her mom, when she felt her lower abdomen start to hurt, and then she felt her legs getting warm. She saw the puddle forming around her shoes on the tile floor and realized that she was in fact wetting her pants. Her mom was washing dishes and turned around to see her daughter staring down at her visibly soaked dark gray jeans, and the puddle she produced that was now surrounding her feet. "Honey," Said Fay, very concerned for her daughter, "Are you okay?" Makkena kind of grunted as she said "I--I don't--I don't know what happened. It just started coming out, and I--" Her eyes began to well up with tears of embarrassment. "Shhhhh," Fay said comfortingly, "We don't have to talk about this now. Probably just one of those random things, right?" Makkena sniffed and said, "Right." "Okay then." She said. "Why don't you go get cleaned up and I'll order some take out. I'll go get it, but you can come if you want to." Makkena showered and decided to go with her mom. There was no further incident since. Makkena hoped there would be no more in the future.
  18. Just sharing a quick account of an experience from yesterday... I was in the bathroom cleaning the sink and mirror when my wife (who was working on cleaning the kitchen at the time) all of a sudden made a mad dash into the bathroom, saying "oh my god, oh my god, I need to pee" as she quickly dashed to the toilet right in front of me. With one motion she undid and pulled down her pants but then had to reach again to get her underwear down separately for some reason. It happened as quick as a flash almost, but in this split second looking right towards her, I saw pee coming out as she got her underwear down before even sitting down on the toilet. Panties were definitely wet. She said it came on all of a sudden while cleaning the kitchen counter and she immediately ran to the bathroom, saying it started coming out as she was getting her underwear down. Definitely my surprise of the day.
  19. Not sure if already asked on this forum before, but what experiences has anyone had in finding wet or soaked panties after witnessing a significant other coming home desperate to pee or other desperation scenario?
  20. For females, do to try to stop once it starts coming out beyond control, and if so, are you successful or do you just end up having to let it all go? Also, do you keep your legs crossed, crouch down, or do anything specific to try to stop once you've started to fully lose it? Any experiences that have witnessed, please share as well. Thanks
  21. So i found out recently this place had a discord and have been enjoying watching, talking ,and finally got brave enough to do my own hold. It was really fun the server joins in with you and cheers or teases ya on. I had over 3 liters and held just over 3 hours. Thought you all might enjoy it here too! So got home from work today and just really felt like relaxing. So sat back on the toilet and well.. the rest is history. (Warning one is also messing)
  22. First of all, let me say that I'm no longer with the girl from my previous stories (several years ago) and that my new partner (let's call her wife for short, even I never married) knows about my fetish but she's not into it an only ones peed her panties for me, sitting in the toilet. This happened last night. We are visiting her parents for Christmas in the small touristic town where they live. After the toast and opening of presents, we went out to the house of some friends that have moved recently to the same town, to make a new toast. My wife had been drinking white wine over dinner, and we brought another bottle of white wine to our friends' house. Once there, she drunk almost an entire bottle of pineapple cider (I only got to drink one glass) while chatting, and then two more glasses of the white wine we brought. Around two o'clock there was a blackout in the whole town because of a storm of wind, but we kept chatting and drinking for another hour by candlelight. Around three we left and drove to her parents' house. We were nearly there when my wife remembered that our present to her parents last Christmas was an automatic system to open the gates of the garden, that use to be manual.... an electrical system... and there was no electricity! I tried the remote, in vain, so we parked in front of the gate, turn on my cellphone's lantern and tried to figure out how to get inside, since everyone were sleeping and we had no way to open the gate from the outside. I don't remember why but we started to laugh (most likely because of the whole situation) and my wife says "don't make me laugh that I really need to pee". Then I realized that, a) for the way she laughed she was very drunk, and b) since there were no lights, she hadn't gone to the bathroom in our friend's house, and now she was unable to go here! I must say that, unlike my previous "wife", she's not of the "pee dance" type and you can't barely tell that she needs to pee. Also, that she rarely gets desperate, and the closest I have seen her to have a real accident was while driving in long trips (she usually drives, I'm not very good at it), when she ends up squatting besides the car's open door. Back to the story, we decided to try and climb the wall beside the gate, that it's the only part that it's accessible if someone helps you. She started to laugh about having to climb a fence wearing a dress and sandals (what she almost never wears, since she prefers more sporty outfits) as I help her to get on top of the small wall. Then she tried to help me climb, laughing all the time, but drunk as she was, she couldn't. So she unclimbed inside the garden and went to the house. Maybe not to let me alone outside too long, or because she wasn't that desperate, she didn't go inside to pee but came back soon with a beach lounge chair, that she passed to me over the wall (as I said is not very tall, so we could see each other's faces). I opened the chair beside the wall and used it to climb on top of it... and as I placed my weight on the wall, I heard the chair closing behind me and falling flat to the floor... My wife started laughing hysterically, and I laughed too, but in her drunken state she kept laughing and suddenly said "I'm peeing!". Perched over the wall, I promptly pointed the cellphone's lantern to her feet hoping to see a lake forming beneath her but saw nothing. She kept laughing and saying "I can't hold it", "I'm losing it" and the likes while spreading her legs, and a few drops appeared in the ground between her feet, but that was it. I had to climb down again to grab the chair, place it in a different position and climb again, with my wife saying from the other side of the wall between laughs "hurry up, that I'm all wet" and "I can't believe it, I'm a mess". In the second try I finally managed to get over the wall bringing the chair with me. Once inside the garden, she told me "let's go inside, that I still have to pee badly". I held her, trying to convince her to finish right there over the grass and into her panties, since she was already wet, and she laughed and tried to get away. I was able to sneaky a touch of her wet panties, but she said something about her sandals getting ruined and finally we went inside and into the bathroom, where she finished peeing in the toilet after removing her panties, that were soaked (her sandals had a few splashes too, but her dress was dry). To round up the story, while she was taking a shower her mother went down the stairs asking why we didn't call her since she was waiting for us to come to open the gate, and after my wife finished showering (at the light of my cellphone) I realized that the lights had already come back (sometime after I tried to open the gate with the remote, but don't know when exactly) Gus
  23. Figured I'd share this experience from a year ago. As much as I enjoy Omorashi stories I've very rarely had instances where I've experienced anything of the involuntary type.Also English isn't my strong point so I'm sorry if it is hard to read. Last year during my freshmen year of art school I decided to make the drive 2 hour to my parent's for thanksgiving break. The plan was to spend Thanksgiving and Black Friday and then head back Saturday evening. My folks always made a wonderful thanksgiving dinner, and my dad runs a local coffee shop in town so he makes amazing lattes. The holiday was great, good food, friends and family but Saturday came and I wanted to get back to work on projects. I got up that morning, still in a food coma from thanksgiving leftovers. and my dad offered me one of his mocha lattes, that I can't refuse. It's heaven in a cup. Well with packing my black friday haul, leftovers and possessions that 1 coffee turned into about 2 more. And then one for the road. Hopped up on caffeine I said my goodbyes and hit the road, sipping on my delicious latte. grabbed gas about 10 miles down the road and tossed my empty cup. I think I was on the road for about 20 minutes when I felt my first urge to pee. "rest area's coming up soon I'm pretty sure" I told myself. I must have been distracted by other drivers, because I remember looking over and noticing I was already passing it. Ugh great. I really don't like stopping at strange mom & pop gas stations in the middle of nowhere. A lot of them don't even have public restrooms. I was aware of a Pilot (a chain of truck stops that are usually well maintained) coming up, but I wasn't exactly sure when. And my bathroom situation was only getting worse. I'm coming up on a large highway interchange. Then I saw it. The sea of red tail-lights all holiday travelers dread. Complete dead-stop. "Just great" I think, as I start to squeeze my legs together. For some reason, having to go from 70-dead stop really makes you realize how bad you need to pee. I'm stuck on a bridge with hardly any shoulder, not like I could get out anyway. I also realize I threw my cup away while getting gas. I keep my car very clean, so I basically have nothing. Every 15-20 seconds we move ahead a couple car lengths, and just having to concentrate on moving that far makes me feel like I'm going to burst. I sit in traffic for about 10 minutes, when I realize I simply cant wait anymore. biting my lip I make a quick look around my car to see if there's anything, any option I have other than simply ruining my car seat. Nothing. My stuff is also in the trunk, maybe I could grab some article of clothing I could use as a makeshift diaper but Seriously at that point If I had to get out I'd probably piss myself in front of the people behind me. Then I realize I'm wearing my hoodie. I take a second to debate if I want to pee all over my favorite hoodie or my car seat. Sorry hoodie car seat wins. I desperately try to rip off my sweater but in my desperation my arms just don't work the way they should. It happens. I'm sitting there, one arm out of my sweater and squeezing my legs together but there's no denying my bladder anymore. I can literally feel the warmth travel up the length of my dick and reach the tip. I feel an explosion of warmth around my crotch. Just full blast. There isn't any slowing the stream. I'm peeing so hard it's going up over my thighs, down my sides and onto the seat, down both the top and bottom of my legs. The urine is pooling between my legs that are squeezed together. in 20 seconds my pants are soaked from my belt to my knees. I'm finally able to pinch off the flow. It feels amazing to have it out of me, and I'm also kind of turned on by the experience but at the same time I'm both humiliated and worried that my car will now forever smell like my piss. Traffic lets up a few minutes later, thankfully. Someone had of course done something stupid. I'm relieved nobody in a larger vehicle was able to look into my car and notice my mess. I crack my windows to waft out the smell of urine and continue my drive, soaking in my wet seat. I pass the TA when I realize my next dilemma. I still kind of have to go, but I'm not about to go running into a place with a very obvious pee spot on my pants. Well, just going to have to wait till I get home, or it get's dark. At least in the cover of darkness I could run to a bush. So I'm in it for the long haul. Worst that could happen is I'd warm up my pants for a bit right? about an hour goes I'm coming into my city, about 10 minutes from my destination. surprised the traffic isn't terrible, but really needing to pee badly again. The fact that my pants were still pretty damp somehow made it worse. I get to my exit. Every stop I make I feel like I'm going to burst again. I'm literally turning into my complex when I feel some myself start to leak. it wasn't the full blast like last time, but I realize I can't wait. I whip into my spot barely getting it into park as I jump out of my car, take a quick look around Fortunately at this point it was dark, my spot is pretty well hidden and nobody was around. Flood gates are opened, I stand there fully clothed, shoes and all just soaking my pants. After sitting there in my cold clammy pants for the past hour and a half the warmth feels incredible. I think I just stood there next to my car in the dark pissing my pants for almost an entire minute, maybe more. at that point I snap back to reality, run to my apartment and fumbled to get the door open. (Not that it'd made a difference, my pants were so soaked I don't think there was a dry patch on them. Literally peel my clothes off of myself, throw them in the washer right away. wank (god damn I had to at that point), Get a hot shower, which felt especially blissful. Immediately cover my car seat in a trash bag and drive it to the car wash. I think I spent 2 hours just going over the seat and carpet wish my little steam cleaner. (Bissel spotclean which I literally just got, it's awesome actually) As embarrassing as it was, it made the otherwise boring drive very interesting, and it was fun to feel myself have not one but two actual accidents. TLDR Too much coffee before a long drive, and pissed myself while stuck in traffic twice. Cheers :3
  24. Sunday night, a friend of mine and my husband's came over to hang out and smoke weed with us. We were having a good time, sitting on my bed and chatting, passing the bowl around. I had a semi full bladder, nothing I was really worried about. In a normal situation, I wouldn't even go to the toilet at this level because I prefer to pee, even not during a hold, when I have a substantial amount to go. For reference, I was wearing pajama pants and a tshirt. Well, we got halfway through the bowl and I was feeling buzzed. I took a decent sized hit aaand I coughed. Hard. The force of the cough pushed down hard on my bladder and forced out a decent sized spurt. It stayed trapped between my pussy lips, luckily so I let it slowly dribble out from there into my panties, soaking the front of them in a pingpong ball sized wet patch. Unfortunately, I coughed again and it pushed more pee down into my urethra. My friend and my husband were concerned about my coughing but seemed not to suspect my dampness problem!! I shifted in place a little, trying to get the pee to say in and not soak into my panties. I wasn't sure they could handle much more fluid. Unfortunately, I couldn't prevent it forever. The leak gushed out and immediately soaked into my panties behind the first wet patch. More between my legs than the front. I took a moment while my husband hand my friend distracted to maneuver a towel underneath me. I couldn't risk moving much. A particularly vigorous movement to shove the towel between my legs and cover myself up with the blanket caused another spurt soak into the back of my panties but luckily, the towel protected my bed. I finally got the leaks under control and stepped away to another part of the basement (my bedroom is in the basement, for reference) to assess the damage. My undies were quite wet in the butt and gusset and a bit had gotten on my pajama pants. I hastily changed into a dress and put on a depends pullup to catch any future leaks. Because why bother going to a toilet at this point, right? I can say for sure my husband didn't notice because he would have said something. My friend may or may not have. I don't know. But she didn't mentionthe sudden change of clothing. Some part of me suspects she had an idea of what happened and kept quiet tospare my feelings but I would honestly have laughed it off. This isn't the first time I have "gotten away with" wetting my panties in the presence of another but it was fresh in my mind so I thought I would share.
  25. My standard response and clean up method whenever i had drunkenly wet the bed was to strip and bag up the sheets, prop up the mattress for better drying, shower off the dried pee, then take bedding to wash, all while trying to convince self that this would definitely be the last time it would happen. However I do recall that on a couple of occasions where the pattern would alter and I have been thinking about why i allowed it to for these instances. The first of these was when i woke up having peed myself for the second night running. Even for the semi regular bedwetter i had come, this still came as something of a disbelieving shock. After peeling myself off the surface once again, this time after I had bagged up I just got dressed and went straight to launderette without having the usual post bedwetting shower. I then went out for breakfast while i waited for the sheets to wash. I have no idea if anybody in the cafe would have noticed any stale pee smell on me. I didn't really think it was too bad on me but by then I think i had just got used to it that it wouldn't stand out to me like it would to them. Thinking back i think this lack of care in this incidents aftermath was motivated by a desire to teach self a lesson for having let myself wet the bed two nights running. Peeing the bed after a night out can be put down to a one off, even if the incidents are weeks apart, but two nights running cannot, and that seems to have been my logic there. The second time i reacted differently was after I had had a decent dry spell. If memory serves it had been about two months since my last incident, so a sense of having gotten over it was finally upon me and i could put the accidents in the past. Then i woke up after a big night out completely soaked again. After the familiar had registered again, i was extra annoyed with myself this time because it was the day after this that all the university hall students were able to take our bedding down to be swapped for another week. This meant I would have to pay to wash it all simply for one single night in it. I think it was my returned self-disgust that made me decide not to bother and this time i just left the sheets on the bed. It was warm weather so i could just let the mattress dry out in the heat like normal but this time let the sheets do the same on top. I then slept that night on the dried but pee stale sheet I had wet the night before and then folded it up the next day and took it to be swapped. I wrapped it in the other bedding so handing it over was no problem but i do always wonder at whoever got given the piles to wash as they must have been able to tell that sheet had been peed on when they handled it before washing. At the time i told myself that i had done this for purely financial reasons but in truth I think the motivation for the difference in response to this accident was that it had been so long since the last one that sleeping on the pee smelling sheet and risking exposure when taking the bedding to be changed was a self imposed punishment for the self disgust at having reverted to my bedwetting ways. Hope some of that makes sense to someone!
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