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  1. 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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    Hope you're all having lovely weekends! I'm excited to make my first forum contribution some incredible Alyssa Reece videos. In the first video Alyssa begins to leak in her body suit before giving up and completely letting go. In the second she begs you to let her pee in your car, and then gets out to show the damage and pees even more! In the third Alyssa receives a message supposedly with a picture of her friend who had an accident. She laughs but then has an accident of her own. I've seen some of her content on here before and just love her content, so I hope you all enjoy these! May update with more content in the future! x
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  3. So I promised @Tek84 a story about one of my solo experiences – here goes, hope you like it! I always remember being interested in omorashi, even when I was really young, but I never really got a huge change to do much about it. I’d hold late at night sometimes, and even though it’d be exciting, I just didn’t really have the time or the privacy to take it as far as I wanted, really. I’d wet, but because I couldn’t hold any longer or ran out of time, not because I couldn’t hold it anymore. Like most of us, I expect, I didn’t have the chance to do what I really get into it until I was in college. When I was probably 19, I moved in with a girlfriend of mine from high school who I went to college with. It was my first apartment, really, and my first time truly being away from home. I finally had my own bedroom and bathroom, which was great, and she would frequently spend the night with her boyfriend on weekends, which was even better! I remember this was a Saturday, one of the first Saturdays of the school year, and I had been at the mall that afternoon, mostly clothes shopping, I think. I remember having a couple bottles of water from the food court while I was there, and I was just about thinking I ought to find a restroom when my room mate texted me that she was going over to her boyfriend’s right then and would be spending the night. I wished her luck and was just about to enter the restroom when I realized – I had always wanted to try out this fetish more, and this was the perfect opportunity. For those that care, I remember wearing light colored skinny jeans, a loose-ish fitting t-shirt, a hoodie and green briefs. I went back to the food court and got another bottle of water, a big one. I wandered around the mall some more, and when my bladder was beginning to get full, I figured it was time to go home. I was really new to holding in public, so the fact that I was pretty uncomfortable (a 7 out of 10 maybe?) had me really nervous. It didn’t help that I was wearing light colored pants, so I knew that if I had any slip ups, everyone would be able to see. I actually hadn’t tested my limits yet and did not know how much I could hold, and come to think of it, I hadn’t even held to the point where I really leaked involuntarily by that point. I’d always leaked/wet because it just hurt too much to hold anymore, but that just made it all the more terrifying, having no idea when it would happen. I knew the drive back well, though, it was only 10 minutes or so, and I figured I’d have plenty of privacy to jump around and hold it once I got home anyway. I finished off my drink and actually got one more and chugged it, just to make sure I’d be ready when I got home – it’s only 10 minutes to home, I thought, it won’t go through me that quickly – and then I tossed my cup in the garbage. That was a big mistake, I would come to realize. I winced as I bent over to put my things in the back and get in the driver’s seat, but before I could give it a second thought, I was in the traffic to leave the mall. I didn’t get far before I noticed the traffic was heavier than normal. I was more than a little worried. I lived maybe ten minutes away from my apartment by the route I was going, but I’d already spent five minutes just trying to get out of the mall. The mall was right next to a highway that ran through my college town, and by the time I was approaching the highway crossing, it had already been 10-15 minutes. I was definitely worried and knew something was not right. I was grabbing myself a bit already by this point, trying to do it subtly in the middle of all the traffic, and was using the pauses in the stop-and-go traffic to get on my phone and find out what was going on. About five to ten minutes later, probably, I was on the bridge over the highway and looked to both my sides. I saw bumper to bumper traffic both ways on the highway. My gut sank – or maybe it was my bladder – and then I finally realized what was going on: There was a football game today. Football was *huge* in the town I went to college in, and crowds easily clogged up all the major streets on their way to and from the game. Worse, I had to head towards the university and past it to get to my apartment! What was supposed to be a 10 minute drive was now easily over an hour long. My heart was pounding out of my chest as I realized this, and I knew there was a very small chance that I would make it home with dry jeans. I looked for a water bottle, cup, anything, but I had thrown it all away, and I instantly regretted tossing out my cup from earlier. I put my car in park (I wasn’t moving at the time anyway) and leaned in back to try to find something, anything, that might help me, but I had no luck, and actually almost leaked once or twice from the pressure of turning around. I gave up, and settled in for the drive. I’d just have to hold on, I told myself. Being desperate IS what I wanted, after all, just maybe not in my car stuck in the middle of a huge traffic jam. Maybe 25 minutes later, halfway back to my apartment (judging by distance, anyway), I was sweating with the effort of holding it in and took off my hoodie. As I was wiggling around in my seat to take it off, I swear I felt a drip or two leave me. I looked down at my jeans in a panic, hoping it wasn’t visible, and lucky for me it wasn’t yet. I hoped I was just feeling sweat or weird sensations from being so desperate – I really didn’t know what was going on, I’d never held on for this long. One or two more stop-and-go’s later, as I was pressing on the brakes as gingerly as I could, it felt like my pee just kept going forward and the momentum from the car carried a little bit out of my bladder and into my briefs. It wasn’t a huge leak, but it was enough to feel it splash into my underwear and make it cling to me. My heart started pounding again as I looked down to check my crotch, but lucky for me there was nothing yet. The university was in sight now, but every time I braked, I felt another drip or two enter my now-damp briefs. I realized I could easily get the seat wet, and reached my hand between my legs to see if any damage had been done. The seats felt dry, but I felt some dampness on the back of my jeans. I put the car in park again, and twisted around to look through the things in the back of my car again. I saw a towel behind my seat, from working out – I grabbed it and took it up front, and winced in pain at having to twist like that. I squeezed my thighs together as best as I could, but I felt another spurt soak my briefs and barely cut it off before I had to drive forward again. Moving my legs to work the pedals, I definitely felt some wetness between them, and when I looked down I saw a wet spot about the size a couple of inches in diameter between my legs. I knew it had to be bigger on my bottom, and I was worried about getting my seat wet now. I moved the towel underneath me so that it covered the seat. I felt like I was admitting defeat doing this, like I was admitting that I *would* wet myself. And even though in retrospect that was absolutely the case, I tried to psych myself up and think that I *was* going to hold it, I was just protecting my seat from what I’d already leaked. I was 19, for crying out loud! Way too old to be wetting myself like this! It worked for a little bit, actually. I felt my sphincter muscles tighten up, and I stopped leaking every time I hit the brakes. I was taking deep, slow, shaking breaths through my mouth, and swearing quietly to myself. This really, really hurt, I thought to myself, but I did not want to get out of the car with wet jeans. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I was a sweaty mess. My hair was sticking to my face like I was in the middle of a workout, which I guess I sort of was. I straightened it out, took a few more deep breaths, and focused on the driving I was supposed to be doing. I was inside the university campus now, and it was basically the home stretch for me. It wasn’t far beyond that, I maybe lived a mile beyond the university, and I didn’t think the traffic would be as bad heading away from the university. I managed to make it through the university without any further issues, and sure enough, the roads going away from the university were way less congested. I was beginning to think I had a chance after all, but I was still driving slowly, mostly so that I didn’t have to break so hard to stop my car. As I was just clearing the university campus, my bladder stopped hurting so badly. It went from feeling like I had a huge water balloon in my stomach to just feeling sort of tingly, like after a long workout. I wasn’t about to complain, but once I noticed it, I looked down to make sure I hadn’t silently exploded or something! My jeans looked like the wetness from earlier was sort of spreading out and starting to dry, it looked like, but amazingly I didn’t think I had wet myself any more than I already had, and the towel under me didn’t feel any wetter. I was beginning to think I’d make it. Once I had actually cleared the campus, I couldn’t help but notice a tickling feeling on my crotch, like someone was running a feather up and down my skin down there. I wiggled a bit in my seat, thinking it was just my briefs drying against my skin, but that didn’t help. I snuck a hand down there to scratch, and was shocked when I felt what was clearly newly wet denim. I realized I must be slowly leaking into my pants now, and I just simply couldn’t control it. There were only a few more stop signs left, I tried to will myself to hold it in, but my bladder muscles just weren’t having it anymore. My heart was pounding again and I went back to swearing quietly under my breath, and as I braked at one of the last stop signs before my apartment, and once again the breaking made me leak, only this time it just turned up the trickle. I tried my hardest to hold it in, to shut off the flow, but suddenly it felt as if someone had punched me in the gut, and I just lost all sensation in my bladder. I yelped out in pain, loud enough to surprise even myself, and suddenly it sounded as if someone had turned on a faucet in my seat. Pee came hissing out of me, soaking my jeans and turning them an obviously dark blue, and I could do nothing but pant in my seat and listen to my heart pounding in my chest. “Oh shit,” I thought to myself, “I am pissing myself in my car!” I just sat looking at my crotch getting wetter and wetter for a while, until I heard a horn honk behind me. The light turned green and I had missed it, too distracted by the flood happening in my jeans. I drove forward, still pissing my pants, and winced as I felt it slosh around with the movement of my legs. As I braked at the next light, I felt the piss slosh forward and go past me knees and down my legs. I winced. I knew I was *soaked*, and was honestly panicking and shaking, wondering just how the hell I was going to get back into my house without everyone seeing my wet pants. I’d reached a traffic-free side street that led to my apartment, and had to pull off into some empty back parking lot to collect myself. I put the car in park and looked down at myself. I was basically soaked from the waist down, and the bottom of my shirt was obviously wet too. You wet yourself, I thought, you fucking peed your pants, this is so embarrassing, how are you gonna get inside?! I got lost in my racing thoughts, I kept deriding myself for not being able to hold it, calling myself names, asking myself what kind of 19 year old wets themselves like this… My breathing got heavy, my heart was pounding again, I started moaning to myself, and grabbed myself through my jeans. Before I knew it, after barely touching myself, I had gotten myself so mentally worked up that I was having what was probably the biggest orgasm I had ever had, without even unzipping my pants. I muffled my moans with my hand, just in case, and when it was over, I just went limp for a while. I know it’s probably not as interesting, but I did manage to get inside without anyone seeing me. I used my bags, towel and hoodie as cover, just in case, but luckily everyone seemed to be inside at the time, probably watching that stupid football game! But I definitely had other plans in mind…
  4. Omg?? I just had an actual genuine accident! I was sitting on my bed drawing, and I didn't want to go to the toilet because it is night and I didn't want to wake up my housemates... when all of a sudden, I felt my muscles clench... I normally feel that when I am holding my pee, but this time it was different. This time not even a little bit, but ALL of my pee came flooding out, uncontrollably. First some big spurts, but then just a steady flow... damn it felt good when I realized what was happening! I wasnt even doing a hold for omo reasons! This was very surprising and I am happy that i was alone so that I could enjoy it. I must admit that I am kinda horny now. I rate it 10/10 for the surprise factor lmao Heres a picture of the situation 😛
  5. 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?
  6. Hello everyone! This is my first story in a series I'm doing based off the girls from Hololive Productions. Let me know what you think and if there are any girls/groups from Hololive that you'd like to see written about. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Okayu~~~” The brunette dog-girl threw herself on the cat-girl waiting at the front door, showering the feline with kisses before being given the chance to react. “Koro-san, you don’t have to do this every time I come over, you know,” Okayu said, returning Korone’s barrage of love with a simple kiss to the cheek. “I know, but I have to because it’s Okayu.” The dog took her best friend’s hand and led her into her house and furthermore into her room. The first thing Okayu noticed upon entering was a game she hadn’t seen before on Korone’s TV. “Bare Knuckle?” the cat questioned. The dog nodded in response and noted, “It’s a Master System game! I was planning on playing it on stream tomorrow, but I want to play it with Okayu first.” Okayu smiled and sat down on the cushion laid out on the ground for them to sit on. “I’ll be right back,” Korone said as she turned and left the room. She had told Okayu to skip lunch, so she reveled in bliss as she thought about what yummy food she could’ve brought for them. At that same moment, she felt a small pang in her stomach. She realized she forgot to use the restroom before coming over, and she was very intent on not using someone else’s toilet for that sort of thing. “Oh well,” she thought to herself, leaning back a little. She figured she’d just have to eat light today. After a while, Korone came back with some tea, and furthermore with Okayu’s biggest weakness: onigiri. Various kinds too. Needless to say, her eyes sparkled with glee, but returned to normal when she remembered the state of her stomach. She’d have to pass, as much as it pained her. “Where did you get them, Koro-San?” She had decided to open up conversation to get her mind off her stomach. “I made them! I’ve been working really hard to make these for you so I made lots. I hope you like them!” Korone’s smile was blinding as she sat down next to her friend. All the while, Okayu’s heart sank from the gravity of the situation she’d just been put in. She knew Korone always gets hurt if Okayu refuses anything she offers, even if it’s so much as water. But this was different. Her best friend just poured her heart out to make something specifically for her. If she didn’t indulge in it, there would be no doubt Korone would be heartbroken as a result. That being said, her body wasn’t exactly acting in her favor, and the way it sounded, there would be way too much for her even if she was completely empty. “Hmm? Is something wrong Okayu?” the dog asked, breaking the purple-haired girl’s introspection. Okayu sighed. “Nah, it’s nothing. I was just in awe of the onigiri. They look great!” While technically not lying in her statement, she wondered what the next few hours would have in store for her. She would just have to resign herself to deal with it. After all, Korone’s happiness was worth the struggle to her. After a couple hours, Korone got tired of Bare Knuckle because Okayu kept killing her. In turn they decided to watch some comedy show Korone liked. Okayu didn’t quite get it, but if it made Korone happy, it was fine by her. If anything, it gave her the ability to keep her stomach under control by gently massaging it with her hands. She’d eaten around five of the rice balls, which usually is plenty for most people. But if anyone knew how quick she could tear through onigiri, it was Korone. The pained cat knew she’d have to keep going to keep the act up, but she knew her endurance was slowly deteriorating. What’s worse, the tea had started making an impact on her bladder too. She had no problem peeing in someone else’s house, but she knew that if she went to the toilet, more than just pee would come out of her, and she couldn’t let that happen, even if it was her best friend’s house. She’d need to get home sooner rather than later before things start getting uncomfortably close. She wasn’t sure what the results would be, but she had to try. Okayu waited until Korone was done with her laughing fit to speak up, but got her train of thought derailed when the dog-girl had spoken up first. “Okayu, you can be honest with me, you know,” Korone started, much to the other girl’s confusion. “Okayu hasn’t eaten much since she got here. You don’t like the onigiri, do you? You wanna go home, don’t you?” There it was. Before she even had the chance to ask about going home, Korone had gotten a preemptive strike in. Even then, the statement was far from the truth. Okayu loved the onigiri, even more-so knowing it was made with her friend’s love. As if the gods couldn’t have made it any worse, Korone started to tear up as she held her head down in shame. The cat-girl sat mortified, as her stomach churned slightly and her heart fell to the depths of the ocean. She was reaching a stalemate, but she couldn’t stand to see her best friend cry, even at the risk of her own embarrassment. She’d have to hold it. She was sure she could last at least a little longer. “Sorry, Koro-san,” the typically lazier of the two said, pulling the more energetic girl into a hug. “I’ve been kinda distracted today, so I wasn’t thinking about eating. The onigiri are great!” She kissed the sobbing dog and held her until she calmed down. “So, you aren’t going home then?” the girl retorted. “No, I’m not going anywhere.” With what, Okayu resigned herself to another two or more hours of her torment, while probably having to eat more of the rice balls. To her, however, it was worth preserving Korone’s smile. Another hour had passed, and the two girls had decided to start watching clips of their fellow v-tubers on YouTube. As they sat there, watching the possessed being of what was once Akai Haato cooking a spider, Okayu started to lose her composure. Since the minor meltdown with Korone, she’d eaten three more onigiri and drank around three more cups of tea. Her head and stomach were spinning and crying in pain as she committed all of her willpower and strength to keep her front and rear exits closed. Suddenly, a slight fart escaped from her rear, with the caveat being that it felt a lot more wet than one usually does. She realized now that not leaving was a severe mistake, as now even the slightest movement could make her lose control. Korone, on the other hand, was none the wiser, laughing herself to death at the chaos on the screen. Sitting in her torment, Okayu reached only one solution for herself: she would have to use Korone’s toilet. “H-hey… Ko-Koro-san, I nee-” Okayu had no time to state her case before Korone pushed her somewhat hard during one of her laughing fits. That was the final straw for the cat-girl, as without hesitation, her anus started to open against her will, and a sharp gasp escaped her mouth, much to Korone’s surprise. “Okayu!?” Korone turned as she bore witness to Okayu’s living nightmare. As if she couldn’t control her own body anymore, the girl got up on her knees with her legs spread, preparing for the worst. Turning and using Korone to brace herself, Okayu started to expel her waste into her purple panties. As Korone stared into her friend’s teary and fear-filled eyes, the cat-girl pushed more of the soft, warm and mushy mass into her underwear. In a matter a seconds, but what felt like minutes, Okayu had completely emptied her bowels into her panties, where it started expanding outwards to make room. Although Korone couldn’t see the bulge expanding in the back of Okayu’s now brown-stained pants, the smell was undeniable, especially for a dog. As they stared at each other, both equally mortified, Okayu’s bladder also started to give out. “I’m sorry… I-I’m sorry Korone,” Okayu weeped as she openly demonstrated her lack of control over her body. Korone held Okayu tight as she realized why Okayu hadn’t eaten much. “It’s okay,” the dog-girl rubbed Okayu’s back, “it’s my fault isn’t it?” After being completely empty in both her bladder and bowels, Okayu started to calm down under Korone’s comfort. In a way, she felt good to have it all out her after her last couple hours of torment. “Sorry Koro-san,” she sniffled, “I made a mess.” She wanted to keep apologizing, but was suddenly interrupted by grunting sounds coming from her canine companion. Before she could ask what Korone was doing, her nose noticed that the smell of feces was getting significantly more potent. “She can’t be…,” she thought to herself, until she looked down to see a puddle forming around her friend’s knees. “What are you doing!?” Okayu pulled back to face Korone again. “It’s my fault Okayu had an accident,” Korone said between her panting as she continued to voluntarily push out her own wastes into her white panties. “I won’t let Okayu be embarrassed alone.” Okayu sat perfectly frozen as she processed what Korone was doing, but eventually found herself leaning into her friend, saying, “You’re so weird, Koro-san.” She giggled a little before letting out a simple “Thank you.” After both girls finished their business in their underwear, they sat in place, holding each other in a warm embrace. After a few minutes, Korone jested, “You stink, Okayu.” “Look who’s talking,” Okayu clapped back. Both girls giggled to each other and agreed to clean up their collective mess. After a long-needed shower, cleaning of their clothes and the mess in the room, they found themselves dead tired. With nothing more than an exchange of head nods, they got in Korone’s bed, holding each other close, ready to sleep after what ended up being a long and bizarre day.
  7. Clara watched the door to the outside world close. The Doctor had just left, in a hurry, on some sort of mission of his own. He clearly hadn’t wanted her with him. She sighed, standing, hands on hips, glaring at the door. Briefly she considered waiting a few minutes and then following him from a distance. She decided against it. He must have had his own reasons for going out on his own. Whatever those reasons might have been. She waited there for a few moments, then decided she might as well make good use of her time. She made herself a mug of tea, then settled down on a comfortable leather sofa with a book. After a while, she realised that her concentration was being interrupted by her body suggesting that she should go for a pee. She had been ignoring it, but now perhaps the moment had come. At least she wouldn’t be disturbed while on the toilet on this occasion. She put her book down. She swung her feet on to the floor, and stood up. The nearest toilet was not normally her first choice. The en-suite was a short walk away. The ‘operational facilities’, as the Doctor called them were right next to the control room. But they consisted of just an alcove – no door – with a urinal and a continental-style squat pan. The Doctor insisted that they were useful for acclimatising to visiting places with primitive toilets or none. At first, Clara had been annoyed how the Doctor would often follow her there and continue their conversation from the door, but now she was used to it. She now took it for granted that he might watch her pee and it didn’t bother her. After all, she so often had to relieve herself in improvised ways in his company that there was no point being prudish about it. However, it was quite nice for a girl to have a bit of privacy occasionally, particularly when weeing. First step, knickers off. Hands up under her short skirt, a tug and a wriggle and her lacy black panties were sliding down past her knees. She stepped out of them and put them on the side of the sink. Feet on the two little islands on the pan, flick up the short dress and squat. Lean forward to point yourself down at the hole and, relax. Thank goodness for crotchless tights; another essential piece of equipment for an adventurous girl. She had so often been glad of them when she’d had to pee alfresco, sometimes weeing through her knickers when there had been no better alternative. Conventional tights would have been inconvenient to remove, and messy to pee through. Her pee thundered, on target, straight down the drain and into the water. Clara looked down, watching herself as she emptied and making sure her aim was true. She felt a sense of satisfaction that the stream was flowing freely. Sometimes a sideways dribble would wet her bum or thighs and that was just annoying. Her stream weakened as her comfort increased. As it dribbled to nothing she squeezed a couple of final squirts out. She reached for the paper, wiped herself dry (front to back; Clara was an educated and careful young woman) and pulled up her knickers as she stood up. After a few adjustments to underwear and dress she was done. She washed and dried her hands and returned to the control room. There was still no sign of the Doctor. Clara checked the time. No hurry. She made herself a large pot of tea and settled down with a book. She woke up. Nearly three hours had passed. She checked the teapot; it was empty and cool. She must have drunk the whole lot before she dozed off. Still no sign of the Doctor. She called out for him. Silence. She rose to her feet, yawned and stretched. She looked around, and decided she would step outside and see for herself where they were. She got to the door, and realised she badly needed to pee. She paused, thought for a moment and decided not to relieve herself before stepping outside. She was not going far. Perhaps she might find a toilet. And if not, well, if she had to squat in the grass, or behind a bush, it would hardly be the first time. She had tissues and hand sanitiser with her. She opened the door and looked out. She was looking across an empty courtyard. No sign of life, just large, shabby brick buildings. They looked derelict. Now she cast her eyes around them, some of the windows were broken. A few hung open. All the buildings were dark inside. She closed the door behind her and walked across the courtyard. A door was open, inviting her in to explore. She looked around. All was still, all was silent. She felt nervous, tense, and realised she really had to pee. She wondered whether to go back, but her curiosity overcame her. Anyway, she thought, there is probably a toilet somewhere in this building. And, if it really is abandoned, nobody will care if I pee under the stairs or in an empty room. She suddenly realised she had put her hand between her thighs and her fingers were squeezing her coochie through her dress. She stepped inside. She shivered. ‘I’m nervous’, she thought, pulling her jacket around her. She wasn’t really cold. Her dress was short, reaching only half-way to her knees, but her black tights were keeping her legs warm. There was a long corridor ahead of her. It was gloomy, with no artificial light. She saw a light switch on the wall and flicked it. No power. As her eyes adjusted, she saw closed doors at infrequent intervals. She tried the first two. Both were locked. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together. She looked down at the dusty wooden floor and imagined the messy puddle she would make if she relieved herself there. No, it was too close to the front door. Wondering what the building had been used for, and why it might now be empty, she walked down the corridor, going slowly, to keep the noise down. All she could hear was the sound of her own breathing. All the doors were shut. She tried a few more, but they too were locked. She reached a staircase, but it opened directly on the corridor. A locked door – probably to a store cupboard – was next to it. She wondered whether to go up to the turning point. She imagined herself squatting, skirt up, tights and knickers down, bum and thighs exposed, and pissing on the floor just there. It was tempting. But then she thought about the noise she would make, splashing down the stairs, and how visible her growing puddle would be at the bottom. She wasn’t sure yet that the building was empty, and that would be a bad way to meet an unfriendly resident. Gosh, she was desperate. She only just stopped herself from trickling some dampness from her yoni. She continued down the corridor, thinking that her first priority now was to find somewhere to wee, while she could still hold it in. She worried that she might accidentally lose control and piss in her knickers if she left it much longer. Ahead she saw another corridor off to the right and, to her left, a wide recess to a wide doorway. ‘Thank heavens,’ she thought, ‘as long as the doors are locked, I can pee there, with my back to them, and keep a watch down the corridors. If I’m disturbed, I’ve a choice of escape routes’. The doors were locked. She checked. She turned, pulling up her dress to her waist. Hooking her thumbs over the top of her black tights, ready quickly to pull them down with her knickers, she peered right and left, checking the corridors were still dark and empty. They were. She had just tugged down her underwear to bare her punani when she heard a familiar voice call her name. ‘Doctor?’ she shouted back, struggling to pull up her tights and straighten her dress. She barely managed to stop herself peeing. She had been just about to use the floor of the doorway as her personal toilet. She was sure she had leaked a little squirt, wet her knickers and, looking down, saw a few dark, damp spots on the dusty wooden floor. ‘Clara!’ she heard again, ‘Over here!’ It came from her left, further down the corridor and deeper into the darkness. She hurried off. ‘I’m coming!’, she shouted. ‘You’ve got to see this!’ came the reply. ‘Where are you?’ she called, as she got to an intersection of corridors. ‘Over here’ she heard, from the left turning. She ran towards the Doctor’s voice. She stopped. The corridor had ended in a wide doorway. The double doors were open. Beyond was a large, gloomy room, the size of a college sports hall. It was empty. ‘Doctor?’ she said, in a normal tone. Silence. She felt her muscles tense. She was alone. ‘Doctor?’ she said again. No reply. She walked through the doors. The room opened up either side of her. She looked around, saw nothing. Cautiously, she tiptoed across towards the far stage. ‘Doctor?’ she said, quietly. With a slam, the doors behind shut suddenly. There was a sound of a powered machine driving itself down the corridor, getting louder and nearer. ‘Doctor!’ she yelled. With a bang, the doors burst open. The lights were now on in the corridor behind, dazzling her, but she saw a fearsome domed shape silhouetted in the entrance. ‘EXTERMINATE!’ came the harsh, loud, metallic command. Time seemed to freeze for Clara. She realised there was no escape for her. She was standing in the middle of a large, empty room, with a killing machine blocking the only exit. Her legs felt weak. Her stomach muscles tightened up. She felt her bladder contract and she just had to piss as hard as she possibly could. She could not resist the urge to pee. Clara answered the call of nature where she stood. She felt she ought to run, but didn’t know where she could run to. She thought she’d be shot down as soon as she moved. She heard a loud splattering noise and realised it was the sound she was making by pissing on the floor. Something nagged at the back of her mind. The order had been ‘URINATE!’, not ‘EXTERMINATE’. She could hear another sound. It was the Doctor’s laughter. He also appeared in the doorway. ‘Your face!’, he exclaimed. ‘You thought this thing was real!’ And he laughed again. Clara realised it was another of his elaborate practical jokes. It wasn’t funny. She was furious. He’d terrified her. And made her wet herself. She suddenly realised that she was still urinating, standing in front of him, wetting her knickers. She could feel the hot liquid buzzing out from her lips, swirling inside her underwear , snaking down the back of her legs. Her tights were wet and her boots full of warm piss. She looked down at the stream splashing on the ground between her feet, the splash marks sprayed over the floor in front of her and behind (she realised that her legs and feet were getting splashed too). She wasn’t just draining her bladder, she was so stressed that she was physically pissing as forcefully as she could. She tried to stop weeing but couldn’t. She still needed to go so badly that she had no choice but to go to the toilet where she stood. She looked up and saw the Doctor staring at her, his pretty young assistant, wetting her knickers right in front of him. She still couldn’t regain control. Although she didn’t want to, she had to piss more through her panties. She parted her thighs and bent her knees, so less ran down her legs. The splattering sound got louder. She kept peeing, looking at the Doctor staring at her. After a while she tried again to stop, and found that she could make the flow stop. The stream from between her legs faded and then became a line of slowing drips. It took a long time for her to forgive the Doctor. Particularly when he showed the fake gun he had made. It had allowed him to control her bladder. He demonstrated that as they walked back together, when he pointed it at her, pulled the trigger, and made her pee in her knickers again immediately he did so.
  8. So here a really old omorashi picture I did of Lisa from The Simpsons having a potty accident. It a bit old but it a classic to me.

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  9. Hello. My Name is Dennis, and this is my first post here and I wanted to share what happened to me this morning at work. This a completely real story and I wanted to post it while I could remember all of the little details. I decided to attach pictures of what I was wearing because I appreciate it when other people put outfit pictures in their posts. It paints a better picture than any amount of text ever could. A little bit more background information about me is I'm 24 years old, just graduated college and started an awesome engineering job in a new state. I'd like to describe myself as attractive, and have an unintentionally flirty personally (as my girlfriend would say). As far as Omorashi stuff goes I enjoy playing the role of being a well dressed man with an achingly full bladder not being able to sit still and knowing that women are enjoying what they're seeing. The embarrassment really gets me going, and even typing this out is making me blush like crazy. Pink and blue plaid shirt with light grey dress pants. The underwear that I was wearing. This is my favorite style and the cut is known as "hip briefs". Much more flattering that basic briefs in my opinion! Moments after this story happened I texted it to my girlfriend. I've decided to keep the story in it's raw "text messenger" form; However when I was texting it to her she interrupted and replied back several times before I could finish the story; I've decided to leave her comments in. Please keep in mind that I am an engineer, and not a writer! Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dennis: I just completely unintentionally peed on/in my pants a little bit... Lacey: Can you tell? Dennis: So we had a quick little meeting and right after I felt the need to go to the bathroom. I worked at my computer for about 10 minutes but it very quickly became an emergency. I drank a new lemon flavored tea this morning and something about it made me have to go really quickly. I noticed that my knee was bounding up and down and decided it was time to get up and go. It felt like my bladder filled up in seconds. I walked to the bathroom and to my horror the cleaning lady was in there! I went back to my desk to wait a little bit and had to cross my legs really tightly under desk hoping that my coworker wouldn't notice that my legs were pretzeled together and bounding up and down. I was officially potty dancing in my chair at work. I kept looking at the clock begging the time to go by sooner but the minutes dragged on. After 10 minutes I couldn't wait anymore. I went back to the bathroom to go check if the cleaning lady was done yet. When I walked up to the bathroom my heart sank when I saw that the cleaning lady was still in the men's room and there was another well dressed woman standing outside talking to her. The well dressed woman could probably tell how desperate I was because she looked at me and said "I think some people need to use the restroom!" to the cleaning lady. When she said that I was too embarrassed to say anything. I froze up. My brain screamed "ask if you could use the women's room!!!" but I felt so awkward I pretended that I wasn't about to wet myself and walked right past them down the hallway and out the door of the office. I decided to go to my car and try to find a bottle to pee in because I didn't have any other option at that point. Lacey: Uh oh! And you're wearing light pants too? That's so risky Dennis: When I got to my car I desperately looked for a empty water bottle. The entire time I was shaking my butt in the car seat, rapidly opening and closing my legs, bouncing up and down, and doing anything I could trying to not wet my pants. I finally found a water bottle and quickly took out my penis and pressed it against the tiny mouth opening. I couldn't believe I was doing this in the parking lot at work. "why do they make the mouth openings so small now? This is hard to pee in even for men." I thought. I tried to pee but the angles were all off and the pee wouldn't come out because my penis was bent in such a way I guess it was kinked like a garden hose. I tried and tried but only a few quick jets of pee would come out. I finally gave up but could still feel pee in the tube of my urethra, so I to very carefully tried to put the bottle down and put my penis back into my pants. Just as I moved the bottle out of the way another jet shot out and sprayed my leather seat between my legs. Lacey: That sounds so embarrassing! Hope nobody saw you peeing in a bottle 😳 Dennis: Within a millisecond I lifted my butt up to avoid the pee rolling back and soaking the seat of my pants. Another dribble of pee came out and shot straight up in the air and a few drops came back down and landed on the crotch of my grey pants leaving a wet patch. I very quickly shoved my penis back in my pants, only buckling my belt without zipping up, and start speed walking towards the wood. I was praying nobody would be walking on the trails back there. I speed shuffled deeper in the woods to get out of sight of the office building while grabbing at my belt begging to finally let go. Off in the distant I see two women on the trail walking my direction. I figured that if I pee fast enough I'll have just enough time to not get caught by them and see my embarrassing situation. Without having time to think about how embarrassed I would be if someone saw me peeing anywhere a toilet, I whip out my penis and see that I have already been dribbling because drops were now hitting the pine straw and leaves as soon at I get myself out of my pants. With my back turns toward the walkers on the trail I peed forcefully and surprised myself with how much pressure the stream was hitting the ground right between my feet and making the most satisfying puddling and tricking sound ever. I felt like I let a gallon of pee out. I noticed how it was mostly clear and had a slightly yellow tint to it. As soon as I got done I zipped up and walked back towards the office like nothing happened. I hoped my face wasn't too red when I walked back inside. After sitting at my for a few minutes I noticed that my briefs were damp. I must have been dribbling during my dash from the car to the woods.... Lacey: Did anybody know you peed your pants? were you all flustered and red? Dennis: I don't think so. My pants were mostly dry by the time I got back to the office. And yeah I my face felt hot walking back inside. I need to throw my pants in the laundry when I get home and I have to sit in wet underwear for the rest of the day. 😥 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let me know if you want to hear more of my stories! I have a few about driving home from work in the car (my favorite omorashi scenario). Feel free to ask me anything!
  10. From the album: Some of my art!

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    Hank J Wimbleton omo part1

    Just had an idea, what if Hank were kidnapped by agents and they tied him up in basement for a long time before Sanford and Deimos came up to save him.. (pt. 1)
  12. From the album: Spectre’s GMod Album

    First Jill has an accident, now Rebecca! Why is a ladies room so hard to locate in the Spencer Mansion?

    © Resident Evil

  13. 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!
  14. 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 ^_^;
  15. 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??
  16. 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!
  17. 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
  18. 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!
  19. 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
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    *ALL CONTAIN NUDITY* More from my collection, this time from Hot Poison. As with most of my files, this model has got a lot more videos in the poop category, so look her up if you are into that. Video 1: "Accidental" Leaking Video 2: *REMOVED* Uploaded already by despholder! I didn't mean to steal! I'll put a link to original file ~ :0 Video 3: Park Pee *As far as I can tell, this was not on the "Do Not Upload" list, but please feel free to remove it if it violates anything, I won't be offended! :)*
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  21. https://iheartwetting.tumblr.com/post/669506061694320640 not sure if this was posted yet
  22. 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.
  23. 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
  24. A little background on me to start: I don’t post a whole lot but I do enjoy lurking on this site. I don’t have very many people I share my fetish with so it’s nice to feel a sense of community on here. I don’t realize why it didn’t occur to me to share this story earlier but here’s a recap of a public incident I had at a CVS late last year after overestimating my bladder. In case visualization is big for you, I’m a curvy build 21 year old short girl. I’m also a college student. I had a couple drinks with a friend at her apartment. I knew I needed to pee while there since alcohol races through me and I had a few beers with her while hanging out. The issue was that I am terribly pee shy and I didn’t want to excuse myself especially before she did when we each drank the same amount and my need didn’t feel too severe anyway, so I shoved the thought away. I had to run an errand after leaving her place so I decided to walk a few blocks to CVS. Before walking to CVS, I hoped to excuse myself to one of the many public restrooms on-campus (my friend stays on-campus, I stay a 20 minute walk away from campus). None of the doors to the student center or dining hall or libraries were opening. I checked the time on my phone - it was 11:05 at night. Everywhere closed on-campus at 11. I mentally scolded myself before sucking it up and beginning the 15 minute walk to CVS. This was a terrible idea in the cold though because I stay in Michigan and this was November. The cold was nearly too much for my aching bladder at this point, but I continued. I was tempted to pull myself aside and release, but just as I contemplated that a man called out to me from his car and I was immediately reminded of reality and my own safety. I make it to CVS and that was where, I completely lost it. I’m an indecisive shopper so it always takes me a while to decide what I want to get. A 5-minute trip easily becomes a 30-minute one. As I’m collecting items, I occasionally fidget. Lean on the shelves a bit at times as to allow my body to relax a little. I can tell my cotton panties are moistening, but no spurts or leaks yet. I’m near constantly crossing my legs at this point. I knew the situation was becoming severe when I would begin darting my eyes, ensuring no eyes were watching, before I’d grab myself through leggings as a way to apply pressure and physically prevent my urine from escaping. There were a few close calls in the hair care aisle due to distractions (my kryptonite) & then I spurt, despite the pressure on my crotch. Then another spurt escapes. I no longer reach for my crotch upon removing and noticing moisture on my finger tips. I hurry to the self-checkout. As I’m checking out, scanning my items, I absolutely lose it. I’m shaking, crossing my legs, hopping from foot to foot, even dropping items carelessly because my body is incapable of doing anything aside from trying not to pee. Then, pee starts running down my crossed legs in tiny rivulets as I feel myself blushing as brightly as possible. I use this chance to pick up a few items as a way to distract from how I was actually trying to peak behind to survey the damage. The tan leggings show the tiniest rivulets down my legs, but thankfully I’m wearing a dress that shields my butt. A couple more spurts exit as I try my hardest to stem the flow. My entire butt was soaked, but seemingly maintained under the dress. Deciding I simply cannot wait to walk home, I order my Uber and head outside to wait. I was honestly hoping that while outside in the dark, I would be able on the asphalt really quickly since it not too many customers were around. Just as I went to squat against the wall, yet before I removed any clothing - an employee invites me back inside so I can stay warm. I awkwardly re-enter, careful no one sees my wet butt. I stand and stretch and pee dance in a corner until my Uber arrives. I get in her car, still like 70% wet and I feel soooo bad for the driver, but say nothing. When she drops me off, I request she take me to the back of my building as to avoid neighbors - this works and no one sees me. I rush inside, I press elevator buttons with my legs crossed, feel another long spurt as I swear up and down, and then I am nearly pissing as I fling my door open. I rip off my jacket, and run to the toilet. Just the pressure of sliding my leggings down and feeling it brush against my bladder is overwhelming and I lose it I just say “fuck it” and piss on my toilet through my already wet leggings, panties, and wet dress.
  25. This is my first ever story (and my first time posting here, for that matter). This story isn't intended to be sexual in any way, I wrote it to be wholesome and cute. I hope everyone likes it, and all I ask is that you please be kind! I can't handle criticism I will cry David had always had a close bond with his brother. His parents had adopted Ari when they were both in their teens, and the younger boy had immediately latched onto him. Even though David always enjoyed his role as an older sibling, he had to admit it took some getting used to. Having Ari around was… Different, that was for sure. He had been severely abused and neglected before David’s parents had taken him in, which resulted in his stunted mental development. Everything was new and scary to him, and he was having to learn a lot of things that most people learned when they were much younger. Potty training was one of these things- At first, he didn’t seem to have any control over his bladder at all, and had to be kept in diapers all of the time. This slowly improved, with him eventually only needing them at nighttime, and then not at all. He never fully stopped wetting the bed, but it was rare enough that diapers were a bit overkill- He had a special mattress cover to stop the bed from getting ruined, but that was all that he needed. Throughout this time, Ari had still been living with his new parents. David was there with him for the first few years, but he eventually moved a few hours away to attend college. He came back to visit regularly, and they remained close, but it was a big change for both of them. Ari in particular struggled with having his brother so far away, especially since it was hard for him to make friends with people his age. In addition to his childlike demeanor, his height and scars tended to be unsettling to some people, and past bad experiences had made him hesitant to approach people. Because of this, he’d become very isolated, and mostly kept to himself. He was still happy with his parents despite it all, and he enjoyed getting to see his brother when he could. Eventually, though, there was an exciting new opportunity for both of the brothers. Shortly after David had graduated, he’d gotten a job offer in a town about an hour away from where his parents lived. Since there was enough room in the apartment he would be renting, he and his parents let Ari decide if he wanted to stay where he was or move in with David. It was a tricky decision for sure, but he eventually came to the conclusion that he wanted to go with his brother. David was more than happy to look after him, and he figured it would be better than living alone or with a roommate that he might not like. Before long, the time had come for the brothers to move into their new apartment. It was rather small, but still a good size for the two of them, and walking distance to a lot of things. David had always been somewhat of a minimalist, only setting up his home with the essentials, but Ari brought nearly everything he had from his old house. His room had been decorated with cute posters and paintings on the walls and a sparkly pink canopy over his bed, as well as enough toys and stuffed animals as would fit. He’d made it as cozy and comforting as he could, since he knew he’d be spending a lot of time there when David was at work. The moving process wasn’t easy, but at the end, they were both happy with their new space. The first night that they would spend in the new apartment would be uneventful at first. Exhausted from the move, they both retreated to their respective bedrooms, with David falling asleep rather quickly. Ari was tired as well, but the unfamiliar surroundings were making it hard for him to sleep. This was the first time he’d moved since he was adopted, so he was finding it hard to relax. He moved around under the covers, hugging onto his favourite plushie and covering his head with a blanket to help him try to sleep, but it was to no avail. He fidgeted around for about an hour before sighing to himself, realizing that he was probably going to stay up all night if he stayed in his room. He got out of his bed, still holding onto his plushie as he quietly made his way down the hall and opened the door to his brother’s bedroom. David was sound asleep when Ari first entered the room, so he carefully went up to the bed and put his hand on his brother’s shoulder. He nudged it a bit, trying to wake him up. “Urghhh…” David muttered, looking up at Ari once he realized what- or who- had awoken him. “Oh, hey Ari. You alright?” he asked. “C-Ca-Can’t sleep….” Ari explained, sitting down on the edge of David’s bed. “I’m sorry. Want me to stay in your room with you until you fall asleep?” David suggested. He knew that Ari got scared easily when he was alone. “Mm,” Ari murmured as he laid down on the bed, holding onto David’s hand and getting a little closer to him. David sighed, understanding what Ari was trying to do. Since he never talked that much, he’d gotten good at figuring out what he wanted. “Do you want to stay in here with me?” he asked. He was a little hesitant, but if it meant he’d calm down and actually sleep, he’d be willing to do it. Ari squeaked happily, wrapping his arms around David as he moved under the covers. Despite being the younger of the two, he was about half a foot taller than the average-sized David, so finding a position that was comfortable would be difficult for both of them. Ari contentedly wrapped his arms around his brother and leaned his head against David’s, quickly getting more relaxed and comfortable. David may have been a bit squished, but he was so exhausted that he didn’t really care. He figured Ari would fall asleep soon enough, and then he could move. They both slept through the night, sleeping in a bit later than usual since David wasn’t going to start work for another few days. He still woke up earlier than Ari, though, feeling a lot better now that he’d gotten some rest. However, he flinched a little when he noticed that the outside of his pajama pants was a bit damp. He sat up in his bed and pulled back the covers, trying to figure out what had happened, and… … Great. The sheets had gotten absolutely soaked, and it was easy to tell what had caused it, given the puddle that had formed between Ari’s legs. He knew that bedwetting was a bit of a problem for him, but given that it had been a while since they’d lived together, it wasn’t exactly at the front of his mind. He knew Ari couldn’t help it, so he wasn’t mad, but he was more focused on getting everything cleaned up so nothing got ruined. He reached out to shake Ari’s shoulder a bit, managing to wake him up. Ari closed his eyes and rolled over, initially seeming unaware at what had happened. “Ari,” David prodded, “Get up… You, uhm… You had an accident last night,” he explained. Once he heard this, Ari whimpered, looking down at himself and the bed with an embarrassed look on his face. “O-... O-Oh….” he murmured, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. He looked like he was about to cry. “No, it’s okay,” David assured, reaching out to pat Ari’s back. “Just get up and get yourself cleaned off, alright? I can take care of the bed.” “Mhm,” Ari replied, standing up and rushing to his own room as quickly as he could to clean up and put on some dry clothes. He hated the feeling of his wet clothing, and he felt even more ashamed since it had been a while since he’d last wet the bed. Maybe it would be a little better if it was his own bed, but this was David’s… And now he was having to clean it up. He was honestly just relieved that David wasn’t mad at him, since that would have made the situation even worse. Even then, though, he knew he’d probably want to avoid him for the rest of the day.
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