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  1. Oh wow I did it. A deliberate wetting in public, and I almost got caught by a member of public. Now it started, well it started yesterday when I was asking about protection. Then I just couldn't wait and had to play in my chosen outfit at lunchtime in case I chickened out. So this afternoon I go and get another outfit. Now for the real story. At nine o'clock I decided to get on with it. It was dark outside so I tanked up on water. I drank a 1.5 litre of Buxton in under five minutes and then got charged into my new outfit.
  2. Which types of pants is good for long tour trips with university events. Plz share your experiences with me. Also tell me what do you think about karl jacobs merchandise.
  3. Sorry, forgot to submit the Plastic Crinkly diapers from the rainwear and diapers pics, Sorry
  4. Anyone know of some really cute diapers to buy or cheap
  5. With a summer of family vacations ahead of me, and a minimum of opportunities for omo, I thought that I´d get the best out of the last week on my own. I challenged myself to wet every day, but in different settings every time. A week to celebrate wetting diversity. Here is how it turned out. MONDAY: LATEX UNDERWEAR I had never tried latex clothing before, and it was my partners suggestion to buy me some, to see how it is to wet them. To try something completely new would be a good start of this week, I thought. I managed to put them on (a bit tricky) and we went in to the bathroom. Even if I had been needing to pee for a while I found it hard to really let go, so I started peeing little by little. Soon the panties started to bulge. It was like filling a water balloon. A very strange feeling. After filling up a bit more I could slosh the pee around with my hand, and it was kind of nice to stimulate myself without really touching. I just put some pressure on the “balloon” and let the waves of my own pee roll over me. When I peed it felt like peeing while you´re taking a bath, because the pee just went straight into the lake surrounding me. And the underwear hadn´t leaked one single drop yet. We were almost nervous what would happen when I kept peeing, if everything would just pop and splash out suddenly, but it didn´t. After a while some was trickling down my legs though, and I noticed that if I put too much pressure with my hand on the underwear, or moved my legs around, it would leak. Bending my knees resulted in gushing on the floor. The experience was more fun and interesting than sexy, to be honest. It didn´t really kick my fetish buttons. I´m just too much of a pants wetter. But it could be exciting to wear them under regular clothing and not really know when they will start leaking and wet my pants. Must try that some other time. TUESDAY: BIKE WETTING AND RAIN WETTING I was going to town in some errands, and the plan was to wet my shorts on my bike on the way, swim in the city lake, change, do my shopping and head home. I waited until I needed to pee and headed out. I took the shortest route, and it was busy with traffic from both cars and other cyclists. I only let out spurts when there was nobody nearby, but I still managed so soak the seat of my blue shorts well, and I could see the drops falling down. When I got to town I had to pass by what seemed to be a big group of tourists from another country out on a stroll around the lake. I came behind and passed them by. I kept going until I reached a beach where I was alone. I parked my bike, took my shoes and t-shirt off, but then I saw the long line of tourists coming my way and I realized I didn´t have time to go into the water before they started to pass me by. I didn´t want to have their staring tourist eyes all over my exotic soaked ass, and I also still needed to pee and didn´t know if the water temperature was warm enough to allow my bladder to relax there. So I just quickly sat down in the grass, and discreetly wet myself right there, as the groups were slowly passing by. They were still staring at me, but I knew there was no way they could see what I was doing. Once they had all passed by, and before someone else came, I hurried out on the bridge and jumped in. I was surprised to find the water comfortably warm, and could enjoy my swim for a while, but it started to rain, and I thought I might get up, get dressed and put my rain jacket on before it started gushing down. I also took some tissues and cleaned my bike a little. Just as I also wiped my left shoe where I had seen some pee trickle down, a dog walker stopped and started talking to me “Have you… (wet yourself? Peed your pants? Had an accident? How did she know?)…been swimming?” (Yeah, of course) “Oh yeah, it was actually pretty warm” I said, and we talked a bit before we parted ways. To go swimming for some reason always leads to conversations with strangers, especially early or late in the season when people think I’m crazy because the water is so cold. The fun thing is, I have almost always just peed myself when this happens, and if they knew that, they would probably think it made perfect sense for me to jump in and get myself clean. But I keep that part to myself. I did my errands, and had one left, a big popular secondhand store in the outskirts of the town where I wanted to look for some birthday gifts for my partner. But I really needed to pee again. I guess I never emptied completely before. Suddenly wetting again on the way home felt like a good idea, but then I wouldn´t be able to concentrate on the shopping, so I decided to just go and pee in the next store anyway, since I knew they had bathrooms. I got up on my bike, and the rain was now pouring down. My black sport pants were soon wet. And then it struck me that I could basically do whatever now and nobody would see a thing. After 5 more minutes of biking in the rain towards the industrial area, I was even more soaked and made my decision. I let the first spurt out still on the bike when I was turning in to the parking lot by the store. As I parked my bike I peed myself right there with lots of cars and people passing by. Not a full flooding, but enough to go down my legs, as I let some pressure go, before I went in to do my shopping, drenched in both rainwater and pee, but fully comfortable. When I was done there I got out to my bike again, and this time I just stood there with my back against the building, relaxed and carelessly let the pee flow into my pants as the cars kept passing me by. I stopped and looked down my legs. Nothing really showed so I let go again, no longer even caring about the shoes. It felt amazing. WEDNESDAY: DIAPERED BEDWETTING I have told you before about how hard it was for me to accept my love for peeing my pants. It took many years of shame. When I finally came to embrace it, I wasn´t ready to accept that I also had some interest and curiosity in diapers, so this took another little while for me to start exploring. First experimenting with towels, then I bought a package of dry-nites for teens in the supermarket just to see if they would possibly fit me. They are really tight, but I can actually wear them without discomfort. I like the feeling of being protected and start peeing into a diaper. I like the possible sneakiness about it. But after I have wet there´s something missing. The feeling of wet fabric against my skin, the look and humiliation of peed pants are important parts of my fetish that I don´t get from a diaper wetting so it just doesn´t turn me on as much. It doesn’t mean I don´t like it. It´s still very comfortable and relaxing. So, the night before Wednesday I slept diapered with plans to wet in the morning. The earlier times I´ve done this have been really bad for my sleep, but this time I didn´t have a night shift ahead of me or anything so I could be more relaxed. I still woke up a bit too early, but I just stayed in bed, as I felt the need to pee starting to come. I have never been a bedwetter, not even as a small kid or while completely drunk. My body seems to have strong barriers. So to just lie there fully protected and allow it to happen feels so wrong and so cool. It took a while before I could let a few leaks out, but then after some time I started peeing in longer spurts, feeling the warm diaper swell up. I started my morning routine of checking my phone while still peeing what was left in my bladder, and now my diaper was at its limit and the wet patch on the protective sheet was growing. I felt a little bit turned on, but since I have found it hard to really get there during diaper play, I boosted myself with some stories of sneaky diaper wettings in public from the Omutsu section on here, and it worked just fine. What a great start of the day. THURSDAY: JEANS WETTING WITH PRIVATE SCENARIO Thursday was busy. Work all day, and then I´d go directly from work to beer and karaoke with my friends. Some of the rules I have when it comes to omo play are “don´t do it at work”, “don´t do it around friends”, and “don´t do it in public while under influence of alcohol”. So what I planned for this day was to wet myself at home at night, but spice it up with some build up on the way home. Trying to think of an embarrassing public scenario that I would imagine myself to end up in. This is something I do pretty often, and it usually adds a lot to the excitement of the wetting. It´s like roleplaying with myself, and combined with the real physical sensations it has often created a memory I can go back to in my mind, almost feeling like the imagined accident happened for real. I had a great night out, and five beers later I was on the train home with a bladder starting to fill up after the last bathroom visit at the pub. I had met a friend on the pub who lived in the same area so instead of getting into my scenario I had to sit all the way listening to him ranting about his loyalty against his workplace as he had been offered a new job somewhere else, and he didn´t know what to do… I got off the train and headed home, needing to pee, not yet desperate, but in my head I had been holding for a long time. Me and my imagined friends were going out partying in the city, had to walk a bit to the place, and I was really longing for the relief. Once I got inside my home and looked for a towel to place on the floor so that the puddle wouldn´t spread all over, my bladder started to spasm a bit. I was in front of the mirror, but I was also in the line to a night club, realizing I wouldn´t be able to hold it if they didn´t let us in soon, and that my grey jeans wouldn´t hide anything if something happened. Then I peed myself. Everything just came out, and all I could think of was “How amazing aren´t these jeans to pee in?” I tried to think of the scenario, but it was 1.30 am, I was a bit drunk and it just kept coming back to how great it felt and how the jeans did such a perfect job spreading my pee all over myself with very little ending up on the floor. Lesson learned – scenarios are better played when you have more focus. It didn´t really add much to it this time but it was still a great wetting (because how awesome aren´t those jeans...) It´s also obvious that there is no recipe for the perfect wetting experience. What works best varies from time to time. FRIDAY: STRESS LEAKS As much as I love slowly losing control during extreme desperation, it´s something I for bladder health reasons only do on very special occasions, and that kind of loss of control has only happened to me when I planned it and chugged much more water than my body needed. I just don´t ever get urgently desperate in my daily life. But there are other ways I can make myself lose control, at least a little bit. I have the typical stress leaks after childbirth. It happens usually while running but also sometimes while walking fast, especially downhill, and it doesn´t have to be a lot in my bladder when this happens. This is a matter of conflicting feelings for me. I have been proud of my strong bladder, and the ability to fully control in what situations I wanna get wet, so it annoys me to see that I don´t always have that control anymore. But I´m determined to find ways to enjoy even my genuine small accidents. One thing I do for fun sometimes is to wear some light colored jeans and take a walk without peeing beforehand, knowing that if I leak a few times before I´m home it might almost or slightly soak through my jeans, and it´s exciting not really knowing if it will happen or not. This time I chose my yellowish jeans. I had found them on the shelf at work where people put clothes they no longer use so that others can have them. I don´t like the color, but they fit me well, so I just use them for omo stuff. I headed out for an hour long route this time, through the village, across the motorway, into the forest, and then back home. I was only needing to pee a little bit when I left, but had been drinking a couple of big glasses of water so I knew it would hit my bladder sooner or later. It did when I was halfway through the forest. I had some urges to pee when I stopped to take photos, and could feel the pee right close at the opening as I walked, but I was still dry when I crossed the motorway bridge that took me back to the village. I started to think that I might actually make it home dry. How boring. But there were still some long steep downhills left, and I knew they would probably get me. Down the first hill, there it was. A few warm drops slipping out into my underwear. But it was so little. I was over the last hill and almost home. I clenched my muscles and held on well. A bit too well. So the last few steps downhill I was speeding up my pace, stretching my legs, and was soon rewarded with a bigger warm leak coming out. I quickly touched my crotch, and it was possibly a bit damp, but all wetness was in my underwear. Once home I just couldn´t resist letting a spurt out while looking at myself in the mirror. It shut straight out and created a cute little patch on my thigh. Time for masturbation with a bladder still nicely full before going to the bathroom, shower, and get ready for work. SATURDAY: SNEAKY “SURPRISE” WETTING Another busy day. It was my fantastic, perverted boyfriend´s birthday, and we had only two hours to celebrate it before I had to go to work. Before he came I needed to wrap his present gifts, cook dinner, do laundry and of course dress up for him. Grey suit pants, a shirt, a tie, and a suit vest would make his fetish senses happy. With our tight schedule of dinner, cake eating, cuddling and sex I would also need to sneak in a wetting. One of my favorite partner play is to do it unannounced, and just waiting for the other to notice. He does this to me too sometimes. This time it was a little bit too predictable though. He knew about my 7 day challenge, he even asked me how it had been so far while we were having dinner on the balcony. Of course he expected me to do it again today. But at least I managed well to hide my growing desperation and just pretend to be relaxed during dinner. When we had finished our cake and started kissing, we went to the mirror in the hallway. “Let´s see if we´re looking good together” I said, and immediately let a spurt out in my pants. I could feel it trickle all the way down my leg. When he smiled and said “Oh yeah” I first thought he had noticed me peeing, but he was just admiring the way we looked. We made out, and I peed myself again while kissing him. It was cosy. Looked down at my pants and was surprised to see the wetting still didn´t show at all. I hadn´t wet these grey pants before, and apparently, they were almost waterproof on the inside. At least for now. We were getting horny (well, we had been all the time) and S put his hand in my pants and felt my wet underwear. “Hmm… is this pee or…” he said, and I didn´t reply. But I kept letting long spurts out. “You´re wetting yourself, right?” he said after a while. I looked down, and there was a small puddle at my feet, but still not a sign on the pants. The puddle was slowly growing as the pee ran out of my leg holes, and we put a towel there before it crawled away too long. The outside of my suit pants still appeared dry and clean. That is, until we both had reached climax and my left leg was covered in cum. Now I didn´t look that presentable anymore, but it was all his fault. S went to undress, while I remained standing on my towel, now able to relax and fully empty my bladder. With this more intense stream the pee finally made it through the fabric and there were a few small dark patches in the crotch and down the legs. I guess I have found some new pants that are great for public play. SUNDAY: THE “NOT LIVING ALONE”-BATHROOM WETTING I had saved something great for Sunday. It was my last work shift before vacations, I would be home around 10 pm and as a grand finale I was of course gonna soak my work uniform pants. That has kind of turned into a traditional thing. To add a little special to it, I planned to go down to the beach walk before heading home, sit and watch the sunset as I flooded my pants and maybe take some amazing photos. I had stayed well hydrated all day at work, and my last glasses of water were really kicking in on the train ride home. I couldn´t really think of something else. I knew I could hold it without problem, but the relief would be fantastic. Jumping off the train full of both pee and anticipation, I got a phone call. It was my ex. Our kid had changed his mind and insisted to come to me now instead of in the morning as we had planned. They´d be here in 10 minutes. So, all the nice build up for nothing. I waited by the train stop until they arrived, and I managed to hide both disappointment and the growing need to pee while walking home. I knew I was also in some way lucky. Had I got that phone call just 20 minutes later I would have had something much more embarrassing to try and hide. Now I made it home dry and had a long unsatisfying pee in the toilet. Once the kid was asleep, I wanted to at least complete the challenge, however uninspired I felt after this fail. I locked myself into the bathroom and put on my yellow jeans from Friday. I hadn´t washed them after that small leak. I had peed in suit pants sitting on the toilet before, but not jeans, so that could be something to try. After so many wettings this week it wasn´t hard to let go and pee just as if I had been to the bathroom normally. It actually felt just the same. I peed and I heard the sound of the stream hitting the water, the only difference was that my whole butt was getting warm at the same time. Nothing showed in the front, but of course I ended up with a huge wet patch on my ass. I guess if you just have a sweater to tie around your waist you can be really sneaky with a wetting like that even in public places. So my wetting diversity 7 day challenge was complete. It was fun and I´ll probably do it again some time, with new ideas. BONUS ON DAY 8: ACCIDENTAL WETTING Yeah, isn´t it ironic that after 7 days of deliberate wetting, on the first day of my dry season, I´m having a small unplanned accident in public? I left my kid at home, to go out for a short jog, just 2 km. I had just emptied my bladder, and I hadn´t had much to drink. That meant I should leak a few drops at most, so I didn´t consider it risky to put on my green cotton shorts instead of something more discreet. Well… This day I was wrong about it. I think I had just been running for one minute, when I started leaking. My bladder still felt completely empty so I kept running, but I also kept leaking. Soon I realized it had soaked through my shorts, and the insides of my legs were wet. It was ok in the front, but I had no idea what it looked like from behind. I knew it must be a patch showing. I was just wearing a t-shirt and had no chance to cover the wet crotch, so I took a shortcut home. Only a few cars passed me by, and I didn´t bump into neighbors so it wasn´t that bad. But I didn´t feel so comfortable about this. It always feels kind of boring to leak when the bladder is as good as empty but in more hiding clothes I probably would have enjoyed it more. An accident is a big turn on in my fantasy, and not always that much in reality, but I´ll just have to work on that. I hope you enjoyed reading all of this and get inspired to have your own wetting diversity week! The pics below are from Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday.
  6. As the titel says i was woundering how much Girls would like to see for example mee peeing myself, and IF so, how would you want the video to be like ?
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    Found this on DVD-RW I had, didn't want it anymore. All it is just a bunch weird Japanese girls sitting together giggling and farting their asses off, for two hours, hope you at least make it your worthwhile. Content is nothing more but that and urinating, lots and lots of urinating, and a tiny bit of scat.
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  8. View File KBMS-081 Found this on DVD-RW I had, didn't want it anymore. All it is just a bunch weird Japanese girls sitting together giggling and farting their asses off, for two hours, hope you at least make it your worthwhile. Content is nothing more but that and urinating, lots and lots of urinating, and a tiny bit of scat. Submitter Marysthirsty Submitted 06/19/2022 Category JAV Collections  
  9. In the next day I'm heading out on a nearly week long-road trip. I have to be halfway across the country for work the beginning of next week, but I thought I'd take several days to explore the scenery. I expect most of it will be natures, but I guarantee some of it is to be man-made. I'll be spending long hours behind the wheel and staying well-hydrated (I figure about four liters or so a day). I'm sure I'll be making plenty of stops along the way. I'm driving from halfway down Florida along the coast to the Carolinas, then turn inland to cross the mountains on my way to the plains of the Upper Midwest. There will be plenty of beaches, forests and fields along the way. I'll be dropping by here from time to time, hopefully to give you reports of my... progress. If you have any recommendations on what you'd like to see, by all means please let me know.
  10. Dont no artist comment who it is if u know
  11. The best way for these girls to protect their clothes, from the inside and the outside, hehehe!
  12. Finally the first signs of summer were starting to appear. Longer days, sunny weather and weekends that made you want to spend your time outside. Busty had been buried all winter. With work and with school, so when a free weekend finally popped up in her calendar she knew she wanted to spend it outside. With a plan to meet a bunch of her friends by the lake for a lazy Sunday afternoon, she packed a cooler with a few cans of lite, iced-tea and made the two hour drive with the windows down and music blaring. At the lake, Busty spent a few hours chatting, laughing and had soon made her way through the cooler’s entire contents. She had work the next day so insisted she better set off back home to get ready for another big week ahead. She still had a solid drive ahead of her and she scanned the lake’s foreshore for signs of bathrooms. There were none. She was wearing jeans. Not the easiest piece of clothing to deal with when looking to find a discreet tree to pee behind. So she figured she’d stop in somewhere on her drive home, grab some snacks and use the restrooms. She pulled away, and turned up the volume on her go-to country playlist. The dust from the trail coming into the lake had settled across her windscreen, so she hit the wiper wash only to learn that it had run dry. These kinds of things annoyed her, she wasn’t the type to be able to just stare through a dusty windscreen for two hours, so she kept her eyes peeled for a rest stop with water or a car wash. Half an hour passed and she’d driven past maybe a dozen diners but opted to hold a little longer until she could find a gas station. By now she was really feeling the pressure in her bladder and she bounced her legs as she drove with one hand firmly placed against her crotch, her lean legs squeezed tightly around it. She used the music to distract her and, in her seat, she swayed to the music in a rhythmic pee dance. Finally a sign appeared ahead, “Car Wash 1 mile.” Busty felt relieved, she knew she could make it a mile and soon she was exiting the highway. As she pulled into the building, she scanned its exterior. It was a do-it-yourself deal, three car bays and coin slots to pick your car-washing potion with a soap brush and high pressure hose. She pulled into the first wash bay and jumped out of the car. The air was warm. She’d regretted wearing jeans that day because of the heat. With the windows down as she drove, it wasn’t too bothersome but with heat bouncing off the concrete of the carwash she instantly felt hot again. As she got out of the car her desperation intensified. Busty slammed the door trying not to run, but casually power-walk towards the service office and bathrooms. The other two wash bays were empty so she picked it up to a jog. “FUCK. NO!” She yelled aloud as she came to the office only to find a “CLOSED” sign across the window with “Service hours 8am-3pm” scrawled underneath it. It was 4pm at this point and she knocked praying someone might still be inside to give her the bathroom key. No luck. Busty let out an angry groan and walked quickly back to her car. She was about to jump back in and speed back toward the highway to find a bathroom but considered having to make a second stop to wash the car. She had so much to do that night at home to get ready for the week ahead and having to stop again was just going to stress her out so she figured she’d race through the wash quickly, and get back on the road to find a bathroom. What was another five minutes of holding afterall? Fumbling with the machine, Busty slipped in her coins while bouncing from one side to another desperately as she selected the washing brush on the machine’s dial. As soon as the water soap started pouring from the brush and splattering on the ground Busty groaned and whispered “fuck me,” undear her breath. She tried to concentrate on the car. She brushed on the soap quickly, but thoroughly. Water ran down the brush wand and over her hands contributing even more to her desperation. She began scanning for cars again just in case and wondered if she was going to make it to a restroom. She contemplated pulling her jeans and panties down and squatting behind the car so she scanned the wash bays again. “Fuck,” she muttered as she saw the CCTV trained in every direction. The last thing she wanted was to become a viral YouTube video popping a squat behind her car… She got back to the task slopping water and soap onto every inch of the car. Despite her predicament, the water felt nice against her skin, not too cold and cooling from the day’s heat. She leant across the car’s roof to ensure the far side was clean and as she leant against the metal, she felt the cool wetness dampen her white starry shirt. It felt nice. She leant in again repeating the process, some droplets seeping again through her shirt and bra. She peered down and noticed her jeans had also leant against the car and now showed small damp darkened patches in the denim. Unconsciously Busty smiled a little and although she was on the verge of bursting, still found that moment to enjoy the coolness of the damp fabric against her skin. An intense wave of desperation hit her and she continued to brush down the doors, she looked back down at the damp spots on her jeans and chorted a little laugh at the irony that here she was on the verge of pissing her pants, trying desperately to hold on yet the dampness of the car had left a pattern that at first glance, made it look like she’d already peed a little. As she laughed she jolted one hand between her legs as the first dribbles of piss tried to escape. “Fuck,” she yelled as she got back to washing. She was almost certain some pee had escaped and could feel a slight dampness in her panties. Instinctively she checked her jeans to see if there was anything noticeable. She could see a new small wet spot on the denim but it blended in with those created by the wet car. She told herself that someone coming out of a carwash with a few wet spots on their clothes would hardly stand out. With the car now soaped up, Busty changed the dial over to the high-pressure wash. Grabbing the wand and pulling the trigger, a powerful stream of water blasted from its nozzle. Busty gasped as its force pushed her back a little and she regained her footing while throwing her free hand firmly back between her thighs. Busty went about washing down the car, the mist of the hose swirling around the bay sending a small shiver down her body and a wave of goosebumps curling across her skin. She bit down on her bottom lip as her nipples tightened beneath her shirt. “This actually feels nice,” she thought to herself as she proceeded to blast the soap from the car. Her clothes became damper as she washed the car down, the misty air soaked up by the light fabric of her shirt. She revelled in it as she bounced up and down in an attempt to hold her bladder. There was a slight gust of wind and with it, another cool misting fell over Busty. With the wind it felt a little cooler, perhaps even a little cold and instantly she felt another shiver followed by goosebumps and hardening of her nipples. It also sent intense pressure into her bladder which was just screaming at her to release. She shot her hand back between her legs, the fabric warm at her crotch. She scanned once more and a calmness came over her. She stopped bouncing and pulled her hand from her crotch. She felt the warmth return to her skin and her face flush a little. “There’s no one here and I’m already wet,” she pondered. As she concentrated and pondered she unconsciously relaxed – just a touch and as she did, a dribble escaped into her panties. Enough to feel the wetness slowly soak across the fabric against her pussy. She gasped and snapped back to consciousness, but with the cool mist blowing around her and a cool dampness of fabric against her skin she realized this feeling wasn’t a bad one. Wet and warm between her thighs, wet and cool everywhere else. She let a little more go– on purpose this time and with the fabric of her panties already wet, the dribble ran straight into her jeans. “Yes,” she thought. “That felt nice.” And she stopped spraying down the car for a moment to contemplate what to do next. She still had an hour’s drive ahead of her, but, well… she wouldn’t have to stop. She knew she had a blanket in the back she’d back for the lake, she could always sit on that. She stopped and realized what she was considering, “seriously Busty… you’re not going to pee your pants,” she let out a little laugh, pulled the trigger on the hose again and another blast of mist curled into the wind and back toward her. The coolness prickled her skin once again as she shivered and smiled and pulled her hand from her crotch. She relaxed just slightly and her eyes closed right as a small stream poured into her panties. She gasped, it was more than a dribble, she realized she may have invited it to happen and she watched a wet spot grow on the front of her jeans. She let another go thinking maybe it would curb the pressure until she got home. But she wasn’t expecting it to feel nice. With each release, Busty just wanted to release more and then more pulsing small streams into her jeans, and then finally she just didn’t bother cutting the stream off at all relaxing completely into the warm wetness that was now spreading across her panties and front of her jeans, the torrent running across her ass and trickling down the inside of her thighs until they escaped the ankle of her jeans and onto her flip flops. Busty sighed and relaxed as she peed for what felt like minutes into her jeans as the goosebumps returned and nipples hardened with them. As she finished, she felt a sudden pang of embarrassment. Had someone seen? Could the CCTV make out that much detail? Surely not through the spray of the hose? She looked down at the distinct wet pattern of her jeans. “Yep, you look like you just pissed yourself,” she said to herself. Instinctively she thought of the hose and began to even out the wetness on her jeans eventually soaking them completely. That felt nice too. The cool wetness meeting the warm and she suddenly felt an intense tingle in her crotch. She felt desperate now to rub herself through the wetness, but was acutely aware of traffic and cameras so she refrained. She got back in the car, sopping wet and tingling all over. She took a deep breath and started the car back up. As she inched out of the drive, her hand unbuttoned her jeans allowing it beneath the wetness of the fabric for the hour drive home.' -Walt
  13. Now this is a situation which could happen to anyone, You went to that seafood buffer before going to a posh nightclib with friends. However you did not relaize that the muscles were bad and you had quite a few of them while everyone was getting drunk an partying to the dance music you are starting to get stomache aches which get worse, You rush to the toilet as you are having stmoach cramps. While are bending over the toliet to vomit your body spasms qand you let out several spurts into you panty hose and dress,,,,,,,
  14. Summary: A female sunbathing outside is treated to a rude awakening from inside herself and externally. Without alternative and no entry into her home, her only recourse is the most uncomfortable choice. Title: Nude, Bursting, Drenched, and Afraid Comments: This is my first time involving weather. Characters: 1. Constance Corianders-Smith 2. Gayle Newhardt Plot: It was hot and humid, and yet a wash with turquoise and the absence of cloud cover. The weather suitable for boating, swimming, beach-going, etc., And it was certainly a beautiful day for our main protagonist Constance Corianders-Smith. She was a successful and sexy 45-year old real estate agent, the best in her area. She currently resided in her luxury home surrounded by the wilderness, some trees and open space. It was nearby a cliff top over looking the ocean. It was a two story house with a large living room. Her home had a garage for her two cars; her work vehicle provided by her company, and her personal Rolls Royce. There were two large bathrooms and a roomy kitchen, two upstairs bedrooms, an attic, a cellar, and a balcony. It was a Saturday and forecasted to be a beautiful cloudless day and night. The jet stream was said to be right up north of the setting of this story. That meant the forecasted storm was blowing by far north from here. Every summer, Constance took the time to relax for herself in the warm summer weather. She enjoyes boating, swimming, and most of all nude sunbathing on her balcony. Since her balcony was opposite the driveway, she knew no one would know she was all-natural. Except for her house keeper whom she trusted since she entered the industry. That being Gayle Newhardt. Gayle was a foreigner legally in America and her skill was in house keeping. She was trustworthy and responsible, and that was something Constance looked for. During the interview, Constance knew right away they would hit it off as client and employee. Gayle found work immediately which she was relieved. Plus, after a few months they became good friends and over the years, bffs. They could talk about anything. And Gayle thought it normal for her client to sunbath nude. After all, she came from a country where that was normal. Today was as usual. 7 am meant rising and shining for morning exercise with coffee. Then, a good shower followed by a healthy breakfast with milk and orange juice in onky her robe. Two hours later Gayle showed up for her the usual. She dusted, cleaned, and arranged the laundry. While Constance did believe in maintenance, she didn't want to do too much as she didn't want to take away from what Gayle did. Constance finished reading her novel on female self discovery, love, romance, and sex (non-pornographic type, no porn star stuff). She wasn't into porn and playboy garbage. By 10:30 am, Constance began looking into real estate news and stay up to date for the next week. It also meant doing some additional research for a few clients. She always came prepared for work. By 11 am, she began putting sun tan lotion on herself. She wanted to be ready for her date with the sun. And that meant being ready for all those uv rays. It started to get a little windy but that said to be expected. What she couldn't reach Gayle was trusted with. Though Constance wad the client, yet Gayle saw a thing of beauty when viewing her sexy client without her robe for putting sun tan lotion. It was tempting but Gayle was more professional to give in. By 11:30 am, she began making her lunch. It usually consisted of home-cooked shrimp and chicken salad with fish. She always drank fruit punch with her meal and made a lot of it. The whole point is to enjoy not just pleasures of the taste buds but to enjoy a good nap for her sunbathing in peace. And afterwards, she felt well rested plus well soaked in vitamin c. She cooked this meal herself instead of Gayle. It normally took an hour which wasn't trouble at all. And by the time it was ready to eat, Constance didn't waste a moment. Gayle also took the time to eat her salad too. She was a vegetarian. After about 30 minutes, Constance finished her meal, put the dishes in the sink, and went upstairs. She was full as usual from all the food and the fruit punch. She always ate and drank a lot to be full and sluggish for her nap. It would be a trouble at first, but she would fall asleep. Later when she would awake, she would lay there before it hit her. Her bladder would need relief and the desperation would hit her. She was getting older and it would start to affect at some point. But for now, it was time to sleep. Gayle knew the drill. She continued her work, and from time to time, admire her client. Constance knew and wouldn't mind when it was Gayle and Gayle alone. Constance has full faith in Gayle not to steal or do anything unholy. At first, Constance disrobed completely being only in her sexy, shiny skin, well-lotioned skin. She was vulnerable for her date above shining brightly. It was becoming cloudy with puffy white harmless clouds. Constance figured these were just natural outer bands or regular summer clouds. They were sparse and fast moving so what was the issue. Even Gayke figured everything was fine. Gayle continued her house keeping and by around 2 pm, she checked the refrigerator. It was time to buy the usual groceries. So as per usual, she left a note stating she was out at the super market. She got to her car and drove off. She did make sure the gates were securely locked and the front door also locked. Gayle also put Constance's cell phone on the night stand near the entrance to the balcony. And she did leave the balcony door open. Everything seemed to be going well. Constance was showered with the radiance of the sun. She was a sight to behold but only for herself and Gayle. Her skin glistened as sweat began to accumulate. In addition, vitamin c was being absorbed by her beautiful and healthy mid-40 skin. Constance did turn onto her belly at times, but usually she was on her back. No clothes, no panties, no thong, no brazier, no bathing suit, and no foot wear. She was completely naked. Sometimes, she wondered if Gayle (age 32 years old and also gorgeous) would make a move on her. But they both knew as long as she was the employee and herself as the client, nothing would happen. And besides, Gayle was paid very well by the agency thanks to Constance. Constance enjoyed this so much she didn't care if she had a small accident on her beach chair. Once she was asleep, that's it. The wind began to pick up slightly and steadily but nothing serious. Right? More clouds rolled in, covering more of the awe-inspiring turquoise sky. But it was still a blue sky regardless. Gayle enjoyed driving to and from Constance's house for it was peaceful and quiet. The weather man spoke over the radio stating the jet stream had come down south a little. But only a mile. Gayle still felt everything was fine. The storm shouldn't cause much of a raucous. Fast forward to 4:30 pm ...................... Constance still lay in her beach chair and finally waking up. "Hmmmmm ... mm-mm-mmm ..." She moaned. She still lay there sleepy and groggy. Her stomach and intestines finally processing what's left. It was another 20 minutes before she began opening her eyes (4:50pm). The darkness that allowed her to day dream in the confines of her mind gave way to the light of the outside world. After a few movements of her eyelids, she finally opened them. The light that penetrated her eyes, bright at first, dimmed a gray green color, then a charcoal color. She was confused by this lack of vibrant scenery. "What's this? Where is the blue and yellow summer sky?" Constance wondered. After a couple of seconds, her vision came to focus. Her eyes and mind finally took in the world, and it wasn't expected. It appeared dark with storm clouds hanging low and winds blowing through the trees with an ominous warning of what was to come. Birds chirped frantically and flew away. Animals burrowed underneath, and the weather vane moved cacaphonously. The wind chimes rattled erratically too. Constance couldn't believe what she saw. "It was supposed to be a beautiful day today. What's this about?" She sat up brining her knees closer to her. She looked all around her and stared up the sky. She began to hear some rumbling in the sky which made her quiet and stiff. Motionless with fear was she. What was this growling of the night sky? Perhaps it was a plane. Planes do light up the sky with the sounds of their engines and piercing the medium of thr air. Suddenly, a loud boom could be heard which startled Constance. Perhaps it was a sonic boom from a jet. But then ........ she saw what it was. An ominous tentacle of light arked between two points in the clouds. Her eyes widened with fear and realization. She knew what this meant. The summer sky gave way from peace and tranquility to chaos, anger, and no mercy. It was the aforementioned thunder storm to the north. It was more south than predicted. She got up and ran for her bedroom. But alas ..... Constance saw only the brown wall of her bedroom door. She ran to open it by turning the knob. But it only moved a millimeter in both direction, never fully turning either way. Again, she frantically turned and jostled the knob. No avail. Another boom sounded off closer and louder than before, the sky lit up more bright than before. But the light show only brought more warning and danger. Suddenly, she bent forward keeping her legs close together. Her hands immediately went between her legs covering her crotch. She winced as her desperation hit her like a ton of bricks. She had to urinate as per usual and now. All that fluid and food plus her breakfast and coffees came to bite her. One coffee came from 7 am while the other two came from reading her novel. Most people would feel it soon but she could wait some hours, and especially since she was older now. For some reason coffee didn't move as quickly as before. Back to the situation. She winced and whimpered fighting off a wave of desperation that plagued her urethra exit. All her pent up urine wanted out. She began banging on the door calling for Gayle to open it. "Open up Gayle .... come on open the door!". No response came from within. Bewildered and scared, she banged on the door and called for Gayle again. And again no response. Again, Constance stiffened her body fighting off another wave of desperation. She banged on the door and called out to her house keeper in a strained voice. Again, no one answered. "What the crud? Where is she? Did she fall and hit her head or is she just not listening on purpose?". Constance couldn't understand what was happening and why. It seemed all of a sudden, the universe was upset with her and brought her to an alternate dimension for punishment over something. ------------------------------------------ I will post more tomorrow and right where the story left off. Good night everyone!
  15. Does anyone else like to pee their pants while they're outside, standing in the rain? I peed my pants once walking home in a really nasty downpour. It was so cold outside that when I peed, it felt like a hot spring running down my legs.
  16. For me nothing beats wearing hose and losing control of bladder. Love the feel of the croych getting warmer and wetter and it slowly and surely running down thighs..
  17. Hello lovelies, I just thought I'd take a break from writing my Pisuaria story (as if I wasn't already) and write some one-off stories. Since Dragon Maid Season 2 came out year, debuting with an episode involving Kobayashi growing a penis, I figured I'd finally make an omorashi story about it. Hope you enjoy! "Damn that Ilulu," Kobayashi thought to herself as she walked home from the wrong subway station, again. This was the third time Ilulu used that spell on her, giving her the dreaded 'one of those' that Tohru was all too keen to have a taste of. She had been plagued by random boners all day at work, and it was a miracle that she was able to hide them from her co-workers. Later that night, Kobayashi hit her usual bar with Takiya, who was none the wiser about her not-so-little perdicament. However, all of those drinks would add up eventually, and take it's toll on her- Not just her wallet and her sobriety, but her bladder too. She was too drunk to even remember what subway stop she was at, and she missed her home station, meaning she was now stranded at least 45 minutes away from her apartment. And now, here she is, in desperate need of a bathroom, or anything that can reasonably be considered one at least. Normally, Kobayashi was no stranger to ducking down into an alleyway after a night of drinking, but she was usually able to squat behind a dumpster or something so no one could see her. It would be possible for her to do so regardless of her genitalia, but squatting with such a long and girthy lady penis would be awkward to say the least. "She just had to give me a big dick, didn't she. Why can't my chest be bigger instead of this?!" Kobayashi muttered to herself. She so badly wanted to just whip it out and hose down an alleyway, but then she'd draw the attention of passersby, and she'd DEFINITELY have to explain to them how she learned to pee standing, and that just wasn't a conversation she was ready to have tonight. She soldiered on, her bladder cursing her every second that she was not sitting on a toilet. Kobayashi looked at her wrist watch and saw the time. It was nearly 11:30. By now most businesses were closed. There was no way anyone would let her in to use their bathroom. "Just great. Leave it to me to get stranded in the middle of nowhere in a drunken stupor." So many thoughts were racing through her mind, most of them urine-related. She looked at the cloudy sky and thought,"Tohru and Kanna must be worried sick about me." She continued walking, thinking to herself "At least it can't get any worse." Suddenly, it started to rain. Drat, she thought, she knew it was supposed to rain tonight, but of course she stupidly forgot to bring an umbrella. The redheaded office lady started running, searching for a place to hide from the weather. She kept running until she found a secluded railroad underpass to hide from the rain. "Damn it, this is just the worst. This rain is really making me need to pee, too..." She sighed, hoping that the rain would end soon, so that she could go home and pee... Wait... "That's it," she realized, she had a penis, she could just unzip her pants and pee in this underpass. No one was around to see, anyway. She had managed to find the perfect makeshift bathroom once again. Kobayashi turned to face the wall and unzipped her trousers before fishing her dick out of her yellow panties. She waited a few seconds, and tried to relax... *ZOOOM* The noise startled her, and she covered her crotch with her hands. She took a moment to collect herself, realizing that it was just a freight train speeding over the bridge above her. She checked herself for any wet spots, finding a small one on her leg. "Shit... Good thing tomorrow's saturday. Okay, I can do this." She got back into position, aiming her penis at the wall in front of her. She relaxed, and closed her eyes. Suddenly she heard a splattering noise. She was peeing! She looked down, the experience was surreal. She never did get used to the feeling of peeing out of a penis, despite this being the third time this penis thing has happened. What's more is that this felt AMAZING. She let out a sigh of relief, not caring how loud she was. No one was around, who cares? All Kobayashi cared about was this feeling of pleasure. She peed for a minute and a half before she finally finished. She once again looked down, seeing the puddle she had made. "Maybe having a penis isn't all that bad," she said, smiling as she tucked herself back into her panties and zipped her pants up. The rain finally stopped, and she continued on home. Kobayashi entered the door to her apartment and was greeted by Tohru tackling her into an embrace. Kanna was fast asleep by now. "Welcome home, Miss Kobayashi!" Tohru said before she sprung into interrogation mode. "It's almost midnight, where were you?! I was so worried! Are you hurt? Were you cheating on me with that pig Elma?!!!" Kobayashi laughed, and reassured her, "No, Tohru, I just got lost. I really did need to pee though--" She immediately regretted uttering that last sentence, realizing that Tohru would want to know every little detail. Tohru asked "Did you wet yourself? Allow me to lick your clothes clean--" Kobayashi shook her head, stopping the lovestruck maid from licking her "No, Tohru, I didn't wet myself, well, okay, I kind of did, but only a little bit because I got startled by a train!" Tohru looked perplexed, "A train? Where were you?" Kobayashi sighed, "It was raining, so I hid under an underpass, I tried peeing there but got startled by a freight train going above me. But..." Tohru, in her perverted delight, asked "And then?" Kobayshi could barely hide a smile, "I peed on the wall. I peed standing up, with this thing Ilulu gave me. I realized that... maybe I like having this thing sometimes." Tohru squealed with happiness "That's great, because I want you to put your thing inside me!" "ABSOLUTELY NOT!!" Kobayashi gasped. "At least not right now..." "Cmonnnn, please?!" "You're hopeless, Tohru. I'm going to bed."
  18. I heard thunder in the distance less than ten minutes ago. Now, I hear the sound of rain falling on my roof. Almost instantly, my urge went from practically nonexistent to at least a 6. I can tell this is going to be a wet afternoon. How many of you feel the same thing?
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