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So, today I was home alone for a little bit and decided to do a mini hold. I was looking more for the feeling of being desperate- I wasn’t aiming to lose control, but also was not going to be upset if I did. I caved in before hitting the point of desperation. Up until recently, I’ve had a bladder of steel, never having an accident. I only leaked when I had a tampon in and sneezed or coughed. I usually can predict that happening so I can take precautions. Other than that, nothing. So this really took me off guard I hit my weed pen before going to see if I could ignite a tiny leak (I don’t really leak when I cough or sneeze even when doing a hold and am fully desperate, and if I do, only a little comes out. Usually enough to dampen my underwear). Any way, I coughed and I felt a big spurt release. This took me by surprise. I froze for a hot second. I could feel my underwear was wet. I checked to see if my shorts were wet (they were blue), and they were. Before I could finish processing it, I coughed about 3-4 more times, which were followed by tiny leaks.The kind you feel release, but didn’t really make a difference to anything. By the second cough I was heading to the bathroom because I didn’t want to ruin my carpet, which was a good call because once I got to the bathroom I coughed one more time, hard. The kind where your body convulses. I felt another spurt of pee release from me, this time, I hear it hit my bathroom floor while feel it trickling down my legs. I finished peeing on the toilet, removed my wet underwear and shorts, and hopped in the shower and processed this. I noticeably peed my pants coughing. I was both excited and concerned that I had peed as much as I did. My concern is how little control I had (I usually have some) because I’ve never peed my pants in front of anyone before. Which I do hope happens one day while laughing or something, but I don’t want it happening at the wrong time. I didn’t even get all the way desperate and peed. I changed into yellow shorts and did something’s around the house and laid on the couch. Typical Sunday stuff. I got up to put something away and sat back down. When I say back down I started leaking. Or maybe peeing. I don’t know, but my body released pee for about 6-7 seconds. I tried to contract my muscles to stop it, but nothing did. I was just peeing. I didn’t even think I had to go. I touched my shorts and they were wet. I looked at my couch and had also peed on the couch. This one threw me off entirely. No stress to the pelvic floor muscle, no holding, no indication of needing to go… I just went. I went and cleaned myself up and changed again. Feeling embarrassed by this point so yeah, I peed my pants twice today. I’ve gone my whole life without accidents up until recently. Today too my by surprise. if anyone has any leaking stories, I’d love to hear them! I love hearing about surprise leaks and spurts for whatever reason. Feel free to share!

My July (2017) month I had one very naughty moment that to me, is worth sharing, it was past 11:00am and I just got off work, I held it in for my entire shift and I made it to the Tim Hortons (coffee franchise) and it was raining, it was pouring! i was in black leggings, super tight on my ass, nothing to the imagination or fantasy of those who like asses, I remember the day b4 buying a sexy pink g string, I felt obligated and horny enough to see how “water proof” I was (epic fail ?) there was a lot of ppl out and about in the busy streets, and I couldn’t wait 45min after drinking my coffee, and dying to pee, desperately, I was going to cross the intersection , I stood to wait and began to pee slow at first, then I began to cross and continued to pee , no one was noticing, it was raining hard, ppl were focused on getting to a dry shelter, I managed to keep control , but the build up , the pressure was turning me on immensely, I had pee forking down my legs and for a second I couldn’t move, so I forced myself to where my car was and I stood there peeing , it was sweet relief, so I got home and having to pee again, damn coffee, I went on my hands and knees in the laundry room and peed again thinking how I wish I could get some, don’t care how I just needed some and I was ready lol, I pleasures myself as I finished peeing, it was a screamer, so glad no one was home upstairs

Happy to announce that I have made an updated 2.0 version of the Omorashi Desperation Challenge. The original was surprisingly popular and it seemed like a good idea to bring a few fresh ideas into the mix. If anyone is curious there are a fair few posts on this site describing what happened when people attempted the original challenge. Changes include: Extra tasks Extra teasing New explicit tasks that can be unlocked in level 2 A few more options on where to pee when you finally let go Plays a bit more smoothly Punishment for cumming to soon in level 4 Bug fixes If anyone has any additional challenges or ideas that could be incorporated into the mix to make the game more fun, please feel free to add them to this thread or DM me. Happy wetting and enjoy. https://milovana.com/webteases/showtease.php?id=58190

I usually write about my adventures with my omo friend Pamela, but I am blessed to have two omo friends. The other one is Lisa, so I want to talk about some incidents with her. Lisa works as a nurse at an ER. The stress is unbelievable because she deals with life and death situations every day. She works out at the gym all the time to relieve stress, but it’s not enough. She used to drink a bit, but she decided that she might endanger a patient’s life if she were hung over and not as alert as she should be, so she stopped. The other thing that takes the stress away is sex. I like Lisa and won’t criticize her, but it is true that almost all of her male friends are “friends with benefits,” and she says that if anyone wants to criticize her morals it’s their problem and not hers, because she rather enjoys her life the way it is. Lisa became an omo girl in her early 20s due to an incident in Mexico which I have written about previously. She has a way of figuring out whether guys are into omo or not. If she is at a bar or club and laughs at a joke, she touches the man’s hand and says, “Oh, you really shouldn’t make a gal my age laugh too hard!” (Lisa is mid 40s) She smiles and says, “You know that some of us are, uh… accident prone at my age.” Then she does some fancy uncrossing and re-crossing her legs to give the guy a nice view of the white triangle. Then she leans in close to him, touches his hand, and says, “You wouldn’t want to make me laugh too hard and have a little accident, now would you?” Then more white triangle, and by that time she can tell if the guy would be turned on by a wetting or not. This is how she lured me in, and I wasn’t that hard to read! Anyway, we were at an outdoor concert. We were close to the front of the stage. It started raining. I held an umbrella over us. There were streams of water pouring from the umbrellas. Lisa said, “I really need to pee.” She looked at how far away the porta-potties were, on the other side of the big crowd, and said, “If I go now I will never get back in time for my favorite song, because they’re just about to play it.” Then she smiled at me and said, “With so many streams of water pouring all over the place, do you think anyone would notice one more?” I said, “I doubt it very much.” And then she just cut loose. The rain was coming down harder, and I was probably the only one who noticed yet another stream pouring from Lisa’s white cotton panties to the bottom of her ankle length paisley skirt. I couldn’t believe how nonchalant she was about doing it in public. The concert soon ended and we began to walk away. I noticed that she had missed her aim and that the back of her skirt was pretty wet. I told her about it, and she just shrugged and said, “Half this crowd is wet with the rain, no one will think anything about it.” And I did something I have always wanted to do with a woman. I put my hand on her wet butt and held her lovingly close as we walked through the crowd, and I was in heaven. When we got home, we headed straight for the bedroom where I lifted her skirt, looked at her wet panties, and went straight back to heaven, as in fact we both did.

Well… Today was a leaky day, and not intentionally. I know I have posted here before, I standardly have a strong bladder. As of lately, I really havent. I am not sure if it is from doing some holds or if there is something else going on. Anyway, today I was only in the office for two hours and then the rest of the day was working from home. I peed before I left the house and once again when I arrived at the office. I didn’t think much of it because I had coffee and figured it just went right through me. An hour later, I peed again before entering one last meeting. During the last meeting. I had to PEE. I was counting down the minutes before the meeting was done. Once it was done I debated fora. Second if I wanted to do a hold on the way home or if I wanted to just go now. I decided to just go before leaving the office because I had to go quite badly and didnt want to risk any neighbors seeing me in peed pants because i wasn’t sure if I was going to make it home. I started driving home. Out of no where I got hit with AOTHER urge to pee. I felt it, but it wasn’t an emergency and I figured I could just wait until I got home. Well, my car light came on, and on my commute there is only one gas station on the way so I had to wait until I was closer to home to get gas. I couldnt’ not get gas because I wouldn’t have made it home. On my way to the gas station my urge nearly doubled. Suddenly, I had to pee very, very badly. I took a deep breath and was almost to the gas station. As soon as I stopped my car I leaked. I paid for my gas (while cross legged bouncing from side to side), went inside to find the bathroom closed. Fuck my life I thought to myself. I went back out to my car, put the pump away and started making my way home which was about ten minutes away. It felt like forever. Another leak happened on my drive and i was holding my crotch hoping I wasn’t going to pee my pants because I did not want to clean mess or be seen. I got home, leaked again while I was unlocking the door. I knew I had only a few moments before I was full five peeing, so I ran to the bathroom and just barely made it.. I started peeing as I was puking my pants down and getting ready to sit on the toilet. One more second and I would’ve had a genuine accident. Did you think it stopped there? It does not.. I was in a meeting virtually at work. I didn’t even have to pee when out of no where I started leaking, a good bit, my underwear wasn’t just damp, it was pretty wet. I sat there and tried not to make a shocked look when another leak happened, this time a little longer. I now had a wet patch and wet underwear while trying to appear normal on camera. I then had another leak later on after I showered while sitting on my couch. That one was not as long as the ones above, but still happened enough for me to notice it. And as i was getting ready to lay in bed, I started coughing and spurt out pee each time. I was wearing shorts and I had pee dripping down my leg with some pee on the floor. So today… was very leaky. I am grateful I worked from home most of the day today to avoid embarrassment (though it makes me want to leak when laughing with others. Idk why thats been a thingI’ve been thinking about). Not going to lie, I am worried I may pee the bed tonight, which I never have done. I am worried about that because today I didn’t have too much control of my bladder. While during the moments I was praying I wouldnt pee my pant.. Would’ve been cool to look back on if I did lol. I never have had a full accident not induced by me holding intentionally. Occasional leaks? Yes, but nothing like today. I am curious, I know I need to likely see a doctor- but anyone have any idea of what brought on this random incontinence? Also, feel free to leave your leaking stories below!

Thought I would offload a few images I made the other day whilst fiddling around with stable diffusion. I have quite a few more but I will release them in a slow trickle rather than a big flood 😉

I had a somewhat on purpose, somewhat accidental wetting today. Lately I've been going to work by bicycle. It's not freezing cold anymore and it isn't far, about a 20 minute ride. It's much faster than public transport and, well, it's healthy, isn't it? I've noticed people here like to know what people were wearing when something happens: I was wearing a dark grey sweater dress with black leggings and converse and one of the few matching knickers/bra sets I own, light blue (by accident). And a light windbreaker to stay warm. I've been going to work by bike lately. It's not too far and actually faster than public transport. And, well, I'd like to get more in shape. Cycling trains the right muscles. I think my bum's too flat... The commute to work was nothing special. Lots of wind today, but I was lucky and it pushed me forward instead of holding me back. Good thing! I'm not quite in shape yet. I had a quite hard day at work, lots to do and not enough time to do it, so when i was done I was knackered and wanted to get out of there asap. I didn't think about going to the loo before I left as I was in a hurry, so I took my stuff, took my bike and took off. Not a minute into my ride it started pouring down, really really hard! Weather's been very unpredictable the last weeks in Belgium The wind breaker wasn't really waterproof, and I got soaked in no time, through and through. And I had to pee. Suddenly, quite badly. I could feel my bladder start to spasm. I tried to keep it in. Which mostly worked but I did leak a bit. Then it downed on me. I was soaked already any-ways, nobody would notice a thing. I didn't feel like holding it for another 15 minutes being miserable. I was cold too.... So I thought, I might as well warm up a little and feel better. So I pedalled along and I just peed. I emptied the complete contents of my bladder while casually cycling along. It felt SO GOOD! I almost never pee myself on purpose. It's not my thing because it happens too often to me by accident, but this was really so nice! I felt my inner thighs warming up, it running down my bum, down my thighs, even a bit into my socks and shoes, but I didn't care at all! Nobody could see anything any-ways and I could just throw everything in the wash when I got home. Which I did. Shoes and all! I had a nice hot shower, put on my pyjamas and I'm sitting in the couch with a nice hot tea now.

I wanted to try rewetting as many times as possible, but wasn't expecting to pee that much I was doing a hold and was wearing grey leggings under jeans. I had some alcohol to speed things up, and eventually I was 3 hours in to my hold and had drank 1200ml. I went on a walk to the woodland area by me, and brought some water with me. 30 mins in I got to a tree going across the stream, and finished my water. I had now drank 1700ml. I had to make small shelters for my bag and me using an umbrella and a coat since it was raining, and after a few mins, I sat over the stream and stopped holding and let it all out. After I stopped, I decided to wait a few mins and eventually peed a bit more. After sitting down for 15 mins peeing a lil bit every few mins, I got up and moved the shelter a bit so I could stand under it. Over the next 45 mins, I kept peeing over and over and over, and eventually I was soaked. I took my jeans off, put them in a plastic bag I brought, and peed in my leggings. There was literally no difference in colour. My leggings were completely soaked, and any pee was just staying the same colour. Another 15 mins later, I pee whatever I had left, and put on some dry bottoms on top of my leggings. I did my best not to pee any more because I wanted to see if I could stay soaked and nobody could find out. I made it home about 6 hours after I first started holding, and it looks like I couldn't keep them dry. I didn't want to change yet, so I set a towel down on my bed, and just rested.

I wanted to do 2 holds today, and make it in the 1st one and wet on the second one. Not much happened during the first hold other than leaking a bit, but in the second hold I had an idea. After drinking my usual water intake and having a cup of tea, 2 hours had passed and I was feeling a bit desperate. I then remembered that I get to sleep in on Wednesdays, so I wanted to go on a walk and wet during it instead of just wetting while in the bath or on the toilet. I checked the weather, and perfect. It was raining instead of drizzling for once. I'd been wanting to try wet in the rain for a few years, now. I grabbed a raincoat, put on some pyjamas, and left the house. I just kinda wandered for a while while trying to relax my bladder that was begging to release. 10 mins in to the walk, I managed to pee just a tiny bit. A couple of mins later I stood still & started to pee, and then tried walking. I managed to walk and pee a bit more. After 20 mins, I only managed to pee down to my ankles. I kept trying over and over to just relax while walking, but I could only pee a small bit at a time. 30 mins in, I was walking slightly downhill, and I managed to very slowly pee for about 20 seconds without stopping and without having to force it. Finally some progress! My pyjamas were mostly soaked from the rain now, so I didn't have to worry about anyone noticing. 40 mins in, and I was planning on either heading back, or heading further uphill to find a bus stop for shelter. I decided on the bus stop, and started heading up. There was a bit of a slight down slope, and I was able to slowly pee by just relaxing for 40 seconds this time. 50 mins in now, and I was getting close to the bus stop. Suddenly, something finally clicked. I was able to completely relax my bladder while walking normally, and just as I got to the bus stop, I was completely empty. After 10 mins of enjoying the warmth instead of just the cold rain, I decided to head home. I stood up and peed whatever my kidneys made in the last 10 mins, and left the bus stop. I'm going to keep trying this as often as I can for practice, because now I know I'm able to do it

I started doing a hold at about 10pm since it was a weekend and could hold later. I drank at my usual rate of 250ml every 20 mins for an hour and a half, and not much happened for a while. 12am rolls around, and I decide to have a shot of gin to try speed things up since I was holding sort of fine. At 1am, I made a bit of a mistake. I forgot I was holding, so I instinctively sat on the toilet and started peeing. It took around 5 seconds for me to realise, so I stop peeing immediately and pull up my pants just in case I couldn't stop. At 1:30am, I decided I was going to look for that tree over the river again that I mentioned in my last post, since it was going to take ages for me to lose control at this point. I put on a pair of light blue joggers, a grey hoodie, and sandals (not a good look, but easy to clean). I grab my backpack, and pack a bottle of water, a bag, and an identical pair of joggers. I headed out at 1:35am. On my way to the river, I drank another 250ml. I decided to take a different, less hidden path. After about 10 minutes of trecking, I finally found it! The perfect spot! If you didn't read my last post, there's a river in a marsh/woods area near where I live. When I was much younger, I used to go to this part of the area that was fairly hidden. it had a flat bank, a small river, and had a tree going across the river. I remembered it a few weeks ago, and realised that was the best spot to wet near me. I reached the tree, and found a branch that was the perfect place to hang my backpack. I slowly sat down in a dip on the tree, tool my flip flops off, and just relaxed. 5 mins later, my thigh started getting warm. Then my butt, and then my legs. It was the most relaxing pee I've had. I sat in the pee still on the tree for about 10 mins, just remembering going to this place from when I was younger. Eventually, the cold air was making my soaked joggers even colder, and I had to get up and dry off. I put my change of clothes on a branch, opened the plastic bag I brought, and dried off. 1st_omo_vid.mp4

I hadn't done a hold in a little while, so I decided to make sure this one was memorable. Leading up to the hold, I had a cocktail that had about 3 shots of vodka, and a cup of tea. I also decided I was gonna wear jeans, and ziptie my belt so I couldn't pull them down even if I wanted to. I started the hold at 21:30. I decided to do my usual drinking rate of 250ml every 20 mins. An hour passes, and I'm... doing alright. Another hour passes, and I'm still holding on. Usually I would've leaked or given in by now. 30 mins pass, and I decide I'm gonna go on a walk since I'm still holding. Near my house, there's a marshland right next to a main road with a river at the end. There's a tree going across the river, and I was planning on sitting on that tree and relaxing while listening to the stream. I make my way to the entrance of the marsh, and I head in. I had to step over thorn branches, and each time I did, my belt would dig into my bladder. I heard a car going up the road, so I stood as still as I could. As the car was passing, I felt my groin get a tiny bit warm. I ignored it, and it stopped getting warmer as I moved again. I got further in, but heard another car. This time when I stopped, a small wet patch formed in my jeans. I carried on. I wasn't gonna lose control before getting to the river. I reach a lot of thorns, and after a long while I make it to the river, still mostly dry. The tree is missing, though. Did I make a wrong turn? I decide to follow the river until I find the tree. I keep searching and eventually reach a part fully blocked by thorns and hollys. I decide its not worth it, and I'll just try find another spot. On my way back, I realise I'm 3 and a half hours into my hold, and that I was lost. The slight panic, the time that had passed, the cold in the air, all of the high stepping, and the sound of the rushing river was just too much. My bladder couldn't hold it in any longer. All of that water I drank started flooding out of me and joined with the river. That wet spot had become a wet trail. At least I didn't have to worry about keeping all of that in anymore. While trying to get out and find another exit, my sibling texts me asking where I am. Crap, how do I explain my wet jeans?! I tell them I'm just on a walk, and I try not to panic. After a little while, I see an exit, but it wasn't the one I came in from. I try to get my bearings and find another exit blocked by a lot of thorns. A few cuts later, I finally made it out of the marsh. Now for the awkward walk back home with soaked jeans. I finally made it home needing to pee a lil bit again, and my sibling was asleep. I decided I wanted to have one last wetting for the night, so I took my clothes off and left them in my garden. After 40 mins of drinking more water, I decided now was the time. I put my soaked underwear and jeans back on, and they were freezing. Not for much longer though :) After a minute of peeing, I sat down on a chair and relaxed for the first time since I started holding. After realising what I had just done, adrenaline kicked in and made me pee out whatever was left in my bladder. I'm still shaking a bit over it now

Hi all 👋 👋 I recently started a new job where I get to work from home on Fridays, I think i may want to do a at home/ working wetting now that I've gotten more comfortable working at the office🏠 if you want to give me any tips I'd be most appreciative! Or if you would be interested in chatting with me while at work(; message me!

As the title suggests, I’m going to and encourage/ dare others to do this challenge. Rules are simple. Everytime you go to pee you must wet yourself. No exceptions. Every single drop of pee must go through some article of clothing. Wet at many or as little pants and underwear as you want. Bonus points if you wear the same thing and pee in it the whole 24 hours. Toilets are allowed as long as you wet yourself while using it. And as for messing? To those who want to you can also do it in your pants too but not required. Just as long as you wet yourself, do whatever you want. If anybody does this challenge let me know how it goes! Pics and videos are welcome if you want to share it!

I had a side discussion with @SoggyShortsabout in how many countries we already wet ourselves and where. We are both at six and I thought this topic might make for a fun little thread. So, anyone else wants to join the World Wide Wetters Club? In how many countries have you peed your pants? Which countries? Anything special that made those wettings memorable? I go first. I (deliberately) peed my pants in the US, Canada, Germany, Austria, Turkey and Thailand. I have some more if you also count wetting my swimming trunks at the beach/in the water. Especially memorable was the wetting up on a TV tower in Canada. The one in Thailand was unplanned and more out of convenience. Turns out that five steps into the rain forest your clothes are wet anyways due to the high humidity and I was sweating bullets. So I used that cover to have a little extra fun. 😊

Desperation in a limo View File Found this while surfing around various websites tonight. Have no idea who she is. Middle aged MILF I'm guessing, gets desperate on the way back from a party with a new guy friend in his limo. No name or watermark so I am not sure who she is. The quality is great and the rain was a nice touch, well acted compared to so many similar ones and in English which I can understand. Bonus the car is actually driving. Submitter wet501 Submitted 01/25/2022 Category Female  

The loud sound just outside the window was akin to a jumpscare, the darkness of the night suddenly lit up as if a lighthouse had shone its sea light across the surface of the window, and just a moment later, a loud crack, akin to the sound of whip, yet a thousand times louder, sounded out in the otherwise silent night sky. Wednesday shuddered, her eyes fluttering open just in time for the second strike, which caused her to jump, hitting her head off of the head rest of her bed. Her noise had been loud enough to wake up her brother in the bed just beside her, and as she looked to her side, she was greeted with two, light green eyes staring straight back at her, which was enough for her to frighten her, and she squealed, the noise emitting only a second before she covered her mouth, her brother immediately trying to shush her. "Shhh! Wednesday, if you wake up mom and dad up.." The two had only just turned eighteen, and routinely, Wednesday had started to wet the bed in turn. Though it was for good reason, she was terrified!! Her and her brother were closeted transgenders, and that meant that..the longer they left coming out, the higher the risk that they wouldn’t be able to fix what they felt was wrong with them. And that was a feeling like no other, one akin to a ship sinking. She bit her lip as she tried to lay back down to sleep. But she couldn’t, it was hard, and her nightmares were only getting worse recently. Every-time she closed her eyes, she could see the stuff of actual nightmares, and it was scary, terrifying even. Austin looked over, and with a swift movement, had slipped out of his duvet, and was picking out his makeup kit from under his bed. "I…it’s late, so you haven’t got long, but…i know how much you love doing it, and that it helps you calm down, so." With a swift hand, she placed it down on Wednesday’s bedside drawer. It was funny, actually. Austin had helped her pick her name, after a lot of thinking and arguments about if it was, what they knew it was. And she had always loved one girl who seemed to be able to do it all, fearless, unafraid of the future. Wednesday Addams. Her parents, in her thoughts, should’ve already known, after all, they’d knew since they were just kids that something was wrong, and their parents should’ve realised what was up when they both ran in opposite directions on their joint birthday. When Austin ran towards the trucks and action figures, no one batted an eye. 'She’ll be a tough girl, that one!' 'Ooh, she’s a bit of a tomboy, isn’t she Larry?' But no, when Wednesday ran towards the barbie dolls and dresses, everyone lost their shit. She shuddered at the memory, and the aftermath of all that happened, she hated her past, with a growing passion, and didn’t like thinking about it. And so she sat there, fitting her makeup on as she quietly hummed along to Lady Gaga’s 'Just Dance'. Morning came soon enough, and for the third night in a row, she woke up to the worst thing she could have. A wet bed, sodden to the touch, and her bladder, weak and all but empty. Another nightmare. Another day, more suffering. Getting ready for school was already dysphoric, she had to wear clothes she absolutely despised. Boxers, trousers…But now she had to wear a hoodie to hide her growing hair, just so her parents wouldn’t want to cut it? She truly hated it all, but what else could she do? As she rushed out of the front door, her brother quickly followed her, grabbing her shoulder tightly to turn her around. "Wednesday." He’d say quietly, double checking that he had closed the door, before he looked back, a soft smile crossing his features. "Here." He passed her a necklace, it was soft to touch, and shone in the sunlight, it was a small heart, with the words 'Love you, always.' Engraved crudely across the surface. She hadn't smiled so much in about a year, maybe two. And couldn’t help but hug her brother tightly, being clearly stronger due to biology, she almost crushed him. And then, shoulder to shoulder, together, they walked together, hoping that just maybe, they would be able to survive the last year. Hey everyone!! just thought i’d write a little introductory chapter so i can see what everyone thinks of the new story, i decided to try a different route for this, but i think i did good by introducing the main characters first ❤️ if people want more, the next chapter will be longer and way more content filled, love you all!! Enjoy!

Hey folks! I‘m out at a bar with a few buddies right now. And after reading some sexy stories on here today I feel a bit naughty 😈. Maybe I‘ll wet myself on the way back? But I think I need a little encouragement. Anyone here to join in?

Hello everyone! I'm back with another alternate perspective from existing stories on Omoorg (these are turning out to be surprisingly fun!). After reading @BartleyZumboza's story Tales from a Country Where Women don't Pee (Link below), I thought it would be interesting to create another perspective of another character that lives in this island nation as the premise of the original story was really interesting and I wanted to expand on it (With the author's endorsement, of course.)! In case you haven't read the original, I highly advise you do so as it has important context to this story, as I would almost consider this story like a "fan sequel". Also the original is super cool so you should read it anyway! I hope to collaborate more with Bartlet in the future! Without further ado! Here are More Tales from a Country where Women Don't Pee! Word Count: 5,801 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello everyone! I have been a long-time lurker on this site but have finally decided to come out of hiding. This is in part due to Kanu’s explanation and stories of our small island of the Kingdom of Jalabhumi. Seeing such a positive reaction to our small island nation inspired me to write about some of my own experiences of our small island nation and it’s intricacies. I will be forgoing my name as well as the names of my friends and family to protect our identities as, well, we are a small nation. I wouldn’t want to expose my fiancé or my friends and family members as it wouldn’t be the most difficult thing in the world to find out who we are and where we live (For example, Kanu, if you’re reading this, I know exactly what hotel you work at and your wife’s name has been dropped from time to time, as she is becoming a local celebrity, but I digress… :P). For those unaware, the people of our island practice a unique religion where our women act as our protectors against nature and invaders, by forgoing uses of the restroom to hold at their maximum capacities. Their service is to our goddess, Anakketta, helping her keep her liquids at bay by retaining as much of theirs. It’s a very spiritual and developed religion as it is one of great age. However, I admittedly am not very good at explaining it, Kanu does a much better job of doing so, so I will link his post here in case you haven’t read it already, which I highly recommend you do. Anyway, I’d like to open about some of my experiences. My mother and father were what you would call a typical Jalabhumese family: my mother the head of household and my father being the “paṇikkutira”, or workhorse, of the family. My mother worked as well, but only a few hours a week, compared to my father which I didn’t see or even hear from too often. A Jalabhumese family is obviously matriarchal, with the woman of the house controlling the finances and decisions, but my mother was strict and dominated the house. It seems like an exaggeration, but my father was on a tight leash. Onto the rest of my family, well… it’s safe to say I wasn’t the favorite. I had SEVEN older sisters, I was the last child, and the only male. It seems as sex forward as Jalabhumese society can be, I think my mother still preferred forgoing contraceptives. Seven sisters. In a female dominated society. You’d be correct to say I got more than my fair amount of teasing from my sisters, elder and younger. I’ve watched them all go through adolescence and practice Niranyu. They are all very capable women, with my eldest sister being the most impressive. She was taught directly from my mother, who is just as impressive. My other sisters weren’t taught nearly as strictly as my eldest sister was, but they are all capable of holding two days, maybe three before performing an Anakketta Chearccha. My sisters would haze me for being a male and not being able to perform to the standards they could set. This is common in Jalabhumi, sexism against men isn’t very common as it is mostly teasing and hazing by the women, but some young men have stepped forward claiming they’ve been feeling harassed and marginalized because of how women treat them. It’s a topic everyone has an opinion on, but I won’t get too political here. My sisters’ hazing did make me feel a little inadequate, admittedly, so I started practicing my own holding schedule right when I hit my teens, and I found the first few hours to be pretty easy, easier than I thought, actually. I was able to hold for an entire day rather comfortably, easily being able to go when getting up, making it through school, then the rest of the day, then relieving myself before going to sleep. I’ve even been able to make it to the morning after, albeit with considerable discomfort. At this rate I could challenge my sisters at their Niranyu. I wouldn’t necessarily participate in Niranyu; a man doing so has been considered somewhat taboo as it supposedly threatens the standing of women as our dominate figures. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t be able to for quite a few years. I was always considered one of the best students in our school system, got very good grades, and my father always saw potential in me. My mother was content with whatever I end up being, be it a service worker of even just a house-husband, not uncommon occupations in Jalabhumi. However, my father saw more in me, and somewhat against my mother’s wishes, he arranged a host family in the UK to house me as I studied in one of Britain’s top secondary schools. At 14, I was moving halfway across the world from the tiny island I called my home. I won’t go into too much detail here as obviously it is unrelated to Jalabhumi, but the TL; DR is that I completed my secondary schooling in the UK with honors, then moved onto college in Amsterdam where I earned a degree in Data Analytics. I became fluent in English and very easily could’ve stayed in Europe for the rest of my life. But I was homesick. I never revisited my family back in Jalabhumi, only exchanging video calls every week or so with my parents. I would rarely see my sisters as some of them had already moved out and gotten jobs on the island (the second oldest was the only one who left, becoming a resort manager in the Maldives). Needless to say, I missed my family, even my bothersome sisters. Perhaps because I had a point to prove to them. While staying in Europe, I continued to practice holding my bladder, not out of any need or desire, but just because I could. I dumbfounded myself with how natural holding came to me, and it was relatively easy to build up the strength to last another day, then a second, making it so I could easily hold for three days. My bladder didn’t so much as bulge from all this holding or liquid, as many Jalabhumi women are prone to do, to the point they look ready to give birth, but it made the area in my abdomen extremely hard and dense. I suppose my bladder doesn’t so much stretch as it does have strength for what it is. Anyway, I had lived in Europe for 6 years, gotten a good job at an international corporation, but couldn’t deny myself from my home country any longer. I missed the culture and the food (European food always seemed so bland and dry to that in Jalabhumi), and the weather especially. The UK and the Netherlands were certainly rainy and wet as Jalabhumi often is but adjusting to the frigid temperatures in the winter almost turned me into an icicle. I asked my work if it was possible to work from a tiny island in the Indian Ocean, and to my delight, they said that my services would be more than satisfactory working remotely. I told my family the wonderful news, and my parents were delighted, my mother in tears. I suppose she did love her son even though she never really showed it before. I said goodbye to the few friends I made in Europe, and basically sold the few belongings I had and moved back to my beloved Jalabhumi. My parents organized a big reunion with all my sisters to welcome me back. Everyone was happy to see me, hugs, gifts, and a lot of catching up to do. A couple of my sisters already had husbands, my oldest sister even expecting a child. However, she was still quick to harass me, much as she had in the past. She was skeptical that the “outside world” may have corrupted me, reminding me that as a man, I have a position in Jalabhumese society to service a wife, as opposed to the male-dominated society I had grown accustomed to. I’ll admit I got a bit annoyed. I started a bit of a heated debate with her which I probably shouldn’t have. Arguing with my sister is frustrating, as she always tries to divert the subject or come up with bullshit arguments. One of these diversions came up, when she realized she ran out of convincing arguments: “Whatever, [me]. I don’t have to take your word for a second. Especially a man unable to hold the burdens of Anakketta that a woman would.” She said smugly. I kind of lost it here. I told her that I am not the little boy she knew more than half a decade ago. I still had the blood of a Jalabhumi in me, my bladder is just as capable as any other. This outburst rocked the already awkwardly unsettled reunion. Breaking the gender gap and asserting that a man can hold as well as a woman can is unheard of in Jalabhumi; it was just common knowledge that they weren’t. But I was confident in my bladder’s abilities, and I had a massive point to prove to not only her, but my other sisters and my parents. My sister scoffed and said that the education in Europe had corrupted my mind of the superior gender dynamic in Jalabhumi. I called her out as saying she was scared. Honestly a bit of a bluff, but she was as competitive as anyone. And the gloves were off. My oldest sister officially challenged me, in front of my entire family, that she would be here tomorrow and participate in a test of our bladders. I confidently accepted; I even taunted her my claiming her pregnancy would make it an easy victory for me. She had no response but to sulk and return to her room, which her husband sheepishly and quietly followed behind. My mother chewed me out for being so aggressive and claimed to not go through such a challenge to avoid humiliating myself. I snapped at her saying that I again was not the boy I used to be, and I wouldn’t back down from the sister that always harassed me. My father pulled my mother back and gave her a nod to say that it would be best to settle our differences ourselves. The reunion ended then and there, everyone quietly returning to their rooms. I went back to my old room, which my mother converted into a place she sewed after I moved out, the sewing machine on my old desk, but my bed just as I remembered it. I laid in bed, physically and mentally preparing myself for the contest to prove myself and see my sister fail. Waking up the next morning was a bit surreal, being in the room I hadn’t been in since I was a child. The rush of nostalgia was complemented by my mother making breakfast. It was like going back in time. I crawled out of bed and into the dining room where my oldest sister was already eating, and notably had her legs crossed and bouncing. I admittedly hadn’t peed in almost two days so I was also feeling an early morning need but nothing I couldn’t manage. I said good morning, and my sister whipped her head around. I expected some kind of death glare or snarky comment, but to my surprise, she actually gave me an apology. She said she was just worried about how I would be after being away for so long and that she was defensive because she cared about me and didn’t want me to change into some misogynist while I was studying abroad. The TL; DR, she was just worried about me and paranoid that I would change. It was a nice heart-to-heart, even barely though I was barely awake. We made up, hugged it out, and I can truly say that despite her past teasing, my sister still cared about me. It was nice. But there was another thing. She made a very brief comment essentially calling off the contest we made in our anger yesterday, citing that “she didn’t want to put me through that.” I didn’t back down though. I jokingly said I wasn’t the younger brother she knew me as before and that I wouldn’t back down. She laughed, saying that even still, a man would never be capable of holding as much as a woman who was trained in Niranyu, slightly mockingly. She announced that even during her pregnancy, she would still only relieve herself at a minimum of once every two days. I mentioned it was more than two days since I had last relieved myself, and she was quite taken aback. The time didn’t exactly blow her out of the water, but I could tell her confidence had waned a bit at this notion. Finally, after a bit of bickering, she conceded: “Fine! If you want to be so adamant, we can have a friendly contest of strength after I complete my Anakketta Chearccha later today. Just don’t get too grumpy when you lose!” she said with a smug grin amidst fidgeting, crossed legs, even placing a hand on her lap. My mother could only smile as she heard our contest. It was not uncommon for my sisters to bicker about who had the best bladder, to which my mother saw as adequate “practice” for Niranyu in their adolescence. I suppose our little contest was a bit of a nostalgia trip for her as well. My eldest sister and I were the first ones up, my other sisters slowly trickled into the dining room after smelling my mother’s cooking. The husbands had left the night before to return to their roles in the house and for work. We told them about our contest, and they all seemed quite bewildered for being able to hold for two days. The third oldest even called my bluff saying I was lying. I let her feel my rock-hard abdomen for confirmation, which she conceded. The force of her palm certainly wasn’t welcome. After breakfast, my eldest sister was already considerably more fidgety and desperate, as were the rest of my sisters, as a matter of fact. As they all were meeting up for my return anyway, they organized their Niranyu services to be synchronized for Anakketta Chearccha. It is said that group AC’s are good practices to occasionally take part in within groups of family and friends. The Anakettapustakam scripture (I don’t recall which passage) states that these group AC’s are ways of testing Anakketta’s strength so she can hold back even stronger floods, as well as improve the willpower of the women performing them, as well as deepening the bond and friendship between them. Occasionally you will see a long line of women at one shrine when others are available, as it is said breaking the group into multiple shrines is bad luck for Anaketta. So, I sat with my sisters eating our delicious breakfast as they each showed varying degrees of desperation. My youngest sister who is still a year older than me has the smallest bladder of the seven sisters, and she was about ready to explode. Fidgeting in her seat, scissoring her legs, and making slight moans and groans between bites. Sitting next to me, it was quite annoying listening to her, as it didn’t make my situation any easier either. Looking down the line of my sisters, glancing at their abdomens they looked just about as pregnant as the eldest, who of course was actually pregnant. More fidgeting, crotch grabbing, you know, the works. As I grew to know each sister, they all seemed to have their own “style” of holding, it would seem, it’s very interesting. However, for the sake of being concise, I won’t get into the details… for now. After breakfast, the youngest seemed just about ready to burst, she begged the others if they could already commit their Anakketta Chearccha, and that she apologized for being so weak, blaming the drinks she had the night before, and that she would make it up for the next one. Rather begrudgingly, they all agreed, but I think they were all somewhat relieved that someone else asked first; they all seemed to be very clearly in a desperate state. As they were leaving to begin their short pilgrimage to the shrine, my eldest sister said that she would give me a slight head start by saying I should use the bathroom now, and that we would begin our contest when they came back (wouldn’t it be more of a handicap then, if I was going to relieve myself first?). I did relieve myself anyway when they left, and this is where I would like to get into the bathroom facilities of Jalabhumi, to which I’m surprised Kanu failed to mention in detail in his work. Running water and plumbing services were introduced to Jalabhumi around the same time the rest of the world did, our capital city even getting a state-of-the-art water system that some western cities would envy even today (thank our brilliant women engineers!). However, the concept of toilets in Jalabhumi was a very controversial issue some decades ago. Historically women would of course commit to their shrines and men would mostly relieve themselves wherever they pleased, but the issue of the… “other” need was relegated to outhouses and sanitation shacks. These structures were mostly shared between houses and very basic, only meant to service that “second need”. When Jalabhumi got our plumbing system, we forwent our waste services for more than a century, but when we started getting tourists and other nations declaring us a third-world country for lacking private amenities, it created some controversy. The government went back and forth on the issue, seeing it as a necessary quality of life for modern homes in Jalabhumi, but more radical politicians stating it will make women complacent by having a way to relieve themselves in their own homes without needing to visit a shrine, and thus weaken the strength of Anakketta. A solution was reached when a team of engineers designed a very special toilet: one specifically used for that second need, while making it impossible for women to relieve their normal burdens without making a huge mess on the floor. By using a much smaller seat, you could comfortably sit on it and do your “business” without being tempted to piss along with it (which still took a great deal of strength). Men could still easily pee standing up into the bowl (granted they have good aim), but it was nigh impossible for women to pee in the bowl cleanly without doing some insane acrobatics and contortions. Generally speaking, it still uses the honor system, but peeing in a toilet as a women is a one way ticket to being called a jaladhara, naturally. So yeah, history lesson over. I took a relaxing piss, taking well over a minute to complete, before heading back to my room to work on my laptop for a few things I needed to complete for work before my sisters get back. I took them the better part of two hours for them to come back, where they explained that another group of women were ahead of them, and my eldest sister, stubborn as she is, refused to commute to a different shrine, because the priestess at this shrine was a close friend of her that she had not spoken to for some time. Needless to say, you can imagine the state of my sisters with huge, bulging bladders, double crossing their legs, hopping from foot to foot, yet maintaining their composure as best they can with small talk with the other group. Before you ask why I didn’t tag along, it is generally frowned upon for a man to attend an Anakketta Chearccha if they aren’t their husband or lover, even if it’s family. Nevertheless, my sisters looked a lot less bloated and a lot more relieved come their return. This is when my sister declared our contest official, cementing it by downing an entire glass of fruit juice high in diuretics, and urged I do the same, which I did. We cheered to a friendly competition between family, but we went along our regular days, checking in on one another to tease and such. The first day was naturally rather uneventful. We both matched our drinking levels, both of us attempting to one up the other. By the time I went to bed that night, I was quite full, not in the bladder, but in my stomach from all the liquids we drank. Sleeping it off was easy. Waking up the next morning was not much different, greeted my sister the same, and I made my own breakfast since our mother was out doing community work maintaining a local shrine. The only main difference was that my sister and I drank perhaps three times we normally would, but we didn’t overdo it. She then surprised me suggesting we go into town and scour the local market for fresh fruits for dinner. She also hinted that it would be a fun challenge for me. Seeing squirmy and bulging women in public in Jalabhumi was far from an uncommon sight, so much so it’s almost expected, so some desperation is only natural. Seeing a man squirm, tug on his crotch, and stagger his walk would raise a few eyebrows. Some conservative citizens would even cringe in disgust as they see it as an “attack” on the culture of Jalabhumi. I think that was my sister’s intention. I admittedly did have a bit of a nag in my bladder, all the juices were finally making its way through me. Maintaining my composure wasn’t too difficult out on the town, even after my sister offloaded heavy bags of fruit and vegetables. I concede that when we got back from our shopping, I did have a bit of an err in my step, almost like a limp. I was hardly desperate, but sometimes I would get a bit of a pang from my abdomen alerting me to consider using the bathroom. My sister exhibited little example of the sort. I was beginning to get a bit concerned whether I would eat my words, but luckily, I got a bit of a confidence boost while dinner was being prepared. My father was staying late at his manual labor job, so my mother and sister made something like that of curry with the juicy fruits we bought today. I was relegated to the living room (or at least our equivalent of a living room in Jalabhumi), as I was as useless in the kitchen as a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest. I mostly browsed the internet on my laptop, and I suppose my sister didn’t think I was paying attention, because their signs of desperation were profound. They swung their hips back and forth, crossed their legs, hopped from foot to foot, pretty much someone on the verge of having an accident. I also noticed her whisper something to my mother next to her. I’m no expert at lip-reading but if I had to guess, it was something along the lines of: “How is he holding it so long? He should have pissed a long time ago!”. My mother’s shrug in response seems to support this theory. It gave me the confidence to keep going, even when my abdomen became solid to the touch, and I occasionally had to shift how I sat to keep myself distracted. Dinner came and went and the fruits we bought were certainly beginning to have an effect. Jalabhumi has some fruits that are solely native to the island, and we hardly ever export them as we only produce enough to sustain ourselves on such a small, remote island. These fruits are incredibly juicy and flavorful but have some of the highest diuretic properties of anything that you can consume, much more that you would find in a normal pharmacy, that’s for sure. Jalabhumese men and women have almost built what you would call a tolerance for the effects of the fruits, but they are still extremely profound. An average Jalabhumese women probably would be able to go an extra day or more if given a normal diet of crop from the continents. I can’t say the same for tourists, however, it’s not uncommon for a tourist to finish a meal then rush straight to a restroom ready to piss themselves. The curry was having an effect on me, going to bed after dinner I was able to grip my penis and hold myself to my heart’s content without the eyes of my sister, but it made falling asleep difficult. However, I could take solace in the fact that my sister ate perhaps twice as much as I did without thinking, as she was eating for two after all, and two would also be making fluids for the bladder of one. Waking up the next morning was interesting. My dreams were filled with nothing but scenes of raging waterfalls and torrential rains. It was almost as if it was a flood not even Anaketta could contain. Luckily, I woke up dry, I thanked myself for the training and my bladder not failing me. I walked into the dining room to see my sister all by herself. Her hands gripping her legs, her foot tapping rapidly, and her left leg fiercely crossed over her right. Her expression was one that can only be described as truly desperate. I said good morning, and she frantically replied the same. I could tell things were getting interesting, but I admit I was starting to cut it close, nearing 72 hours of non-stop holding. I knew my limit wasn’t far off, but my sister’s wasn’t either. I asked her where everyone was, noting the emptiness of the house. She replied that everyone but her went to perform another Anaketta Chearccha, with my dad going to work. I sat next to her, I wasn’t particularly hungry considering how full I was, and I mostly wanted to just stay still to avoid an accident. It sounds weird, but at this point my sister was a sight to behold. Along with her pregnant figure, her abdomen was still very prominent below it, signifying a large bladder bulge, no doubt her baby resting and squeezing it from above. She looked the most desperate I had ever seen her, and I must admit I was almost proud of the fact. Bringing my sister to this state was an accomplishment for both of us, but I certainly wasn’t going to quit now. Hours crawled by, each minute bringing more strain than the next. I tried my best to distract myself with movies and videos on my laptop, but it was incredibly difficult to stay still in any meaningful capacity. I wouldn’t say I was “pee dancing” by this point, but to say I wasn’t aggressively fidgeting would be a blatant lie. My sister was similar, but looked far more frantic. She didn’t wish to preserve her self-image anymore; she clutched her crotch around her curvaceous bulge and constantly scissored and gripped her legs tightly together. She was hardly subtle about observing my condition either, constantly fixating her eyes on my and my abdomen, looking for a bulge or a leak, anything to give her hope. My confidence grew, but I knew that nothing is over until it’s over. And then, as if on cue, a faint rumble of thunder could be heard above us, followed by a louder rumble, then an even louder crack. A sprinkle of rain began hitting the window, which quickly grew into a massive downpour in no less than a minute. Jalabhumi’s weather on full display. This worked to my advantage. I’m not one to easily falter to the sound of rain or waterfalls or dripping faucets. They more so serve as a “reminder” of needing to pee rather than amplifying the need. My sister wasn’t in the same boat. As the onslaught of water berated the house, her expression showed the clenching of teeth and grimaces of strain. She audibly swore under her breath, pleading to herself to just hang on a little bit longer, that she would win if she just kept holding. I was starting to feel bad for her. Maybe I should just concede? I wouldn’t want her to hurt herself or her baby, as she was clearing going beyond her limit. I gave her another 15 minutes of intense strain, and I couldn’t suppress my guilt any longer. My sister looked like an absolute wreck. Her face was pale with her brow drenched in sweat, her abdomen looking so swollen her shirt could not contain it, hunched over, her legs crossed so tightly it risked popping a blood vessel. I decided that there were no winners in this contest, and that I had to be the bigger man. “Right.” I spoke up. “This is over. I had enough of this.” I began to stand up slowly, the action creating a great toll on my bladder as I could feel urine already start to enter my urethra. My sister could barely speak. “H-h-huh?...” She spoke softly. “W-what do you mean?...” I gave no response other than to walk to the sliding door of our living room, where upon opening it I was faced with the oppressive downpour created by Talikkuka. My bladder protesting fiercely but knowing relief was near, it nearly began the process of emptying itself then and there. It took nearly all I had to stem it off, just for a few more seconds. That was all I needed. I undid my pants, whipped out my penis, and immediately pissed a downpour strong enough to contest the rain beating on my body. To say the relief was heavenly was an understatement. The stream was the strongest I could possibly produce, but the process of emptying my titanium-steel bladder took it’s time, and the relief was slow to escalate, but it was absolutely amazing. The stream even started to make a divet in the dirt, but I could hardly care about the landscaping at this point. Pissing so much, so freely, in the rain, it was like out of a movie or fanfiction, it didn’t even seem real. From about 5 minutes since the beginning of my piss, it eventually started to taper off, my bladder finally emptying, and myself in complete ecstasy. I just barely noticed the hiss of a second stream next to me, and to my surprise, found my sister denying her duties as a servant of Anaketta, squat down with her pants around her ankles peeing into the grass as freely as I was, her stream contesting mine. She let out an audible moan that sounded more like an orgasm. You could see her abdomen shrink ever so slightly over time, almost as if her bladder took up more room than her baby. She prayed through her moaning, begging Anaketta for her forgiveness but also thanking her for her desperately needed relief. I was about done by this point, and wanted to give her some privacy, well, as much as I could. I shook off (as guys do when they finish), went back inside and started drying myself off from the rain with a towel. My sister went inside shortly after, looking beyond relieved and much healthier, her color returning to her face much more relaxed, only drenched, and the only semblance of a bulge being that of her offspring. “I guess you won huh?” I asked her jokingly. She didn’t respond at first. I took it as her being ashamed of pissing outside her duties, so I decided to keep quiet. But the next thing I knew was being hugged tightly by her. “Thank you… Thank you so much…” She muttered with tearful eyes. I’m glad I took the initiative to end our silly contest. I knew my sister was not one to lose easily or bring shame upon herself, even if it could kill her. She probably knew this as well, but was against herself with coming up with the courage to actually piss when she was well past her limit. I perhaps saved her from more than I know. I hugged her tightly. “You’re welcome.” It was a heartfelt moment I’ve never felt with any of my sisters. It brought us closer together than ever before, and it made me appreciate my family as a whole. The two of us relaxed, and talked much more freely like siblings, putting the contest behind us. The rest of the family showed up about an hour later, and noting our relaxed expressions, knew that the contest was over. My sisters immediately asked us who won. My sister looked at me, and said she did, but it was really close. I agreed. My sisters were joyed that one of their own won, but still were beyond impressed by my sister’s account, citing that I had the biggest bladder of any man on Jalabhumi, a nice title, to be sure. I never brought up my sister peeing in the backyard. To the rest of my family, she managed to reach a shrine well after I had already relieved myself, and that’s the story that appears to be true in my family’s eyes. But she knew the truth, and we came to a mutual respect between the two of us. We ate dinner as a family, being once again welcomed home by my family with much less tension and can truthfully say that I appreciated them much more after the contest than before. But life moves on. My sisters went back to their lives and homes, and I decided to follow through living on Jalabhumi but separate from my parents. I found a nice home on the outskirts of Anakkettapuram, with a strong internet connection to work and even play games and chat online with my friends. This is where I met my fiancé, who I’ll get into detail the next time I write. She is a very interesting character I’d like you all to meet, and I’m proud to call her my future wife. Until then, I hoped you enjoyed my own little excerpt of my small home nation and its intricacies! If you have any questions, I’ll do my best to answer them in my next post! And of course, I’d like to thank Kanu for the wonderful inspiration of exposing our island to you wonderful people. Until then! Talkkālaṁ viṭa!

Ok fun question! I know this is more mood, how do you know what outfit you wanna wet? Sometimes I can't decide if I wanna wet something, comfy, sexy or what. A lot of times I video my accidents for my partner....and I find my comfier outfits don't always show so well. And sometimes I just don't have energy to put some outfits on just for a wet. (Sometimes) sometimes I kinda wanna mix and out my lingerie under my jeans and a tank but idk....I'd love some suggestions to get more of his attention. But I thought I'd see if anyone else thought about the clothing as much, or is it more when the opportunity presents itself to take it. (Not that that's a bad option either)

(I have returned! With part two of this story. I am so sorry that the other part ended in such a dumb way. That's my fault. I was losing interest in the story, but I really liked the concept. I didn't want to just leave Saria and her friends behind. So I wanted to end it on a cliffhanger. This story I think was made back in July. So I don't remember EVERYTHING. Today I got the inspiration and was like "Huh. I should make part two. That'll be fun." Remember all these questions are open-ended. Feel free to suggest any action. I might redo the battle system and all that. It felt a little cluttered and slow. Sorry that the previous part wasn't as good as it could have been. This one though. I'm really going to try to make good. If you have any suggestions, please state them. It'll help me out, plus you'll get a story that you like a little more.) Chapter 1: Lost. Saria's eyes slowly opened. Her vision was blurry and she was in pain. When her vision cleared she looked around. Left Right Left Right Left She looked up and saw sunlight barely making it into the dark, damp room. She looked at her body. She didn't have any clothes on. Her armor. Her father's sword. Everything was gone. Worst of all she had to pee. Really badly too. She didn't know how long she was out for. The cold stone on her bare back made her twinge. She wanted to get up and move, but her body was tied up. Rope covered her crotch and a neat pattern of it had her stuck. Her body was tired. The little strength she had was holding her pee in. She tried moving of course it didn't work. The cold stone was just adding insult to injury. She was dehydrated. She was cold. She was exhausted. All she remembered was walking through the forest with her friends. They found mushroom people and the mushroom people sprayed spores at them. It's all blank after that. She was worried about her friends. She didn't k know where they were. The need to pee slipped her mind for just a second, which caused some to leak out. The rope got damp and she gasped. She couldn't hold it anymore. Some got out. She couldn't physically hold herself. Her body was wore out. Slowly her pee leaked out. Soaking the rope and spraying the rock she was stuck on. Sure it was warm on her naked legs, but she didn't want to pee all over them. Eventually she started pushing to get it all out faster. Bad idea Saria! When she peed with force it sprayed out the does of the rope some of it shot up to her. Getting all over her chest and stomach. She was warmer, but covered in pee. She put on a pouty face for a minute as she slowly finished peeing into the rope she was bound by. After she was all done she sighed. She wondered where her friends were. She wondered what she should do. -Saria thought for a moment about what to do. Sure she could wait and see what happens, but some of her strength returned. She could maybe get out of the bounding rope.- 1.) Wait and see what happens. 2.) Try to get out of the bondage. Stat section: Saria HP: 4 MP: 1 Weapon: Fists: 0-1 Damage. Armor: Nude: 0-0 Defense Needs: Food: 30/50 Drink: 2/50 Saria is Warm and Wet Saria's bladder is Empty! (That's it for the introduction. I redid the stats and added needs. I could remove the needs if you want me too. Adds more to the story/game.)

(Hiiii! It's been a while since my last story, but I present you with a two in one! Kind of. Originally it was supposed to just be with the swamp stuff, but I decided to write out the bathtub stuff!! I like it a lot. I hope you enjoy reading it!) It was the perfect day for Haddie. Humid, a light drizzle of rain, and best of all... Her day off! Haddie had blonde hair a little bit of freckles. She was a B cup with a nicely rounded butt. Haddie decided that today would be the perfect day to indulge in one of her secret soakings.. Recently she learned that she liked the feeling of peeing her pants! She always joked around with her friends by telling them anytime she had to pee. Sometimes if she didn't have access to a toilet she'd joke about peeing herself. Well, turns out that working a full time job, going to college, AND tutoring kids almost everyday would cause some pretty close calls. Sure, Haddie never had a full-blown accident, but the idea of it kept flying around in her head. She kept thinking "What if I actually peed in my pants?" She never had the chance to try it until about a month ago. She got home from work and changed into some pajamas when she felt that she had to go really bad. So she decided to get up and go into the bathroom. She stood in the bathtub and tried to pee herself. Her body refused to let go at first. Haddie blushed and shook her head. She really was about to just pee in her pants when there was a toilet right next to her. She was determined though. Haddie turned on the bathroom sink. That always made her have to pee more. After a few minutes of trying to relax her muscles. She gave up... Almost. She realized that she wasn't going to be able to pee 'Normally'. Haddie spread her legs a little farther apart before pushing really hard. Nothing came out at first, but she definitely knew she could push some out. She pushed again this time she spurted!!! The warm pee dampened her pink panties she had on. She couldn't help herself. She moaned. She pushed again feeling another squirt of pee shoot out into her panties dampening them even more. She moaned a little louder. Finally she pushed a third time. Not as hard as before, but hard enough to feel her stream start to come out. The light stream completely soaked her panties. It went doesn't her legs turning part her pajama pants a dark red. She was wearing some pink panties and some bright pink pajama bottoms. As she felt her warm pee go down her legs she couldn't help but moan. A lot. Towards the end of her stream she started rubbing her clit. It didn't take long for her to climax which squirted out the last remaining bit of pee right into her soaked panties. Haddie almost collapsed due to the strength of that orgasm. She stood up as straight as she could get and realized that she really just came from peeing herself. She laughed it off and stripped out of her clothes. She showered and went back to bed. She had a dream of that orgasm. She wanted to pee herself again, but she didn't have the time. That brings us back to the modern day. Today was a warm June day. It was her first day of the summer break at her college. She had known exactly how she was going to spend it from that first wetting. Haddie knew of this swamp cabin for a long time. She loved swamp scenery. The dense fog, the nice green atmosphere, the frogs croaking in song, and of course the secrecy of the area. Haddie had a plan to rent the cabin and pee her pants in the swamp. The day was set to get even more wet. Not from her pee, but from the rainstorm approaching. Haddie didn't know what to pee in though. Maybe a pair of leggings? How about her yoga pants that made her butt look even better.... How about a pair of baggie light blue jeans? She decided to bring EVERY outfit she thought would be fun to pee in. A duffle bag full of clothes that she was going to try peeing in. It was a funny thought. She gathered all of the essentials for a cabin in the swamp. It ranged from a hair brush to bug spray. Haddie climbed in her car and drove to the closest area to the cabin. She grabbed her bags of stuff and walked to the cabin. It was a fairly easy walk. Not super wet. At least the path she took. She was about to be super wet though. She already felt the need to pee. She got a seductively evil smile on her face. She was already excited... Mentally AND physically. She walked into the cabin. It was surprisingly clean and dry. She set all of her stuff down and decided to change out of the black cargo pants she walked here with. Sure they were already wet from the water, but she wanted to see the wet spot. She wanted to see her little 'Accident' she was about to have. A naughtier side of her wanted someone else to see it... She changed into the baggy pair of light blue jeans. She walked outside into the beautiful green swamp. She stood on a strong-enough log and started trying to relax. It still wasn't working. Here she was super excited to pee herself and her body wasn't letting her. She pushed hard. Which actually worked the first time. She squirted a pretty large amount of pee out. Immediately soaking her panties and leaving a wet spot on her jeans. She moaned in pleasure. She pushed again and more came out. Haddie was already near climax. FINALLY she pushed her bladder in and tried relaxing. Almost instantaneously her pee came flooding out. Completely soaking her teal panties she had on. Of course her light blue jeans weren't safe. A large wet spot spread all the way down her legs. Her white socks were soaked. She kicked off her shoes and since the socks were thin... Her feet were very noticeable. She kept peeing. Half way through it her body couldn't resist climax and she came. She almost fell off of the log because of how good it felt. After her climax wore off. She let the rest of her pee soak into her jeans or into the log under her. She grabbed her shoes and took a look at her basically bare feet. She laughed and slid the wet shoes on. She made her way back inside and rubbed herself until climax again. Her swamp trip was going to be amazing.

Amy was always told by her parents to drink at least eight bottles of water a day. "eight bottles a day? Are you crazy?" she thought. She was never used to drinking water regularly on account of her small bladder. After all, her small bladder was the reason her parents put her in diapers to begin with. Amy was basically an adult already, and figured if she didn't drink too much water, she wouldn't need to urinate as often. Her parents thought this was ridiculous, and forced her to drink many bottles throughout the day. Amy drank a bottle, wet herself thirty minutes later, got changed, and the cycle repeated for the whole day. Soon enough, her parents announced they would be leaving for a meeting that night, and that she should finish off her last two water bottles right then and there to get it over with. Amy didn't feel like drinking any more water since she already drank so much throughout the day, but her parents stood with Amy until she drank the last two water bottles. With a final gulp, her parents hugged her goodbye. "Remember, If you get hungry, dinner's in the fridge." says Amy's Mother. "Love you!" "Love you too." says Amy. Amy's parents then leave the house. Amy then returned to her room and flopped onto her bed. She took out her phone and started watching a movie for around twenty minutes, when she realized her bladder was getting a bit full. Amy then thought. "Wait... if my parents are gone, who will change me?" asked Amy. Amy then decided she would have to change herself later. She then got out of bed, placed her phone down, and started searching for where the box of diapers could be. She walked around the house for a good ten minutes, and her bladder had reached maximum capacity. The first water bottle from earlier had come into play. She tries crossing her legs, but remembers that she's in a diaper, and she can easily let loose. Amy takes a deep breath, and lets go. Her diaper expands, and warmth spreads throughout her diaper. One more leak, and it could overflow. Amy then gets back on track to finding the box of diapers. Amy goes into the hallway closet, and searches. Amy then spots the familiar blue box. "Bingo." says Amy. Amy selects a diaper from the box and starts to take off her wet one, but it seems to be... stuck. Amy keeps trying to take off her soaked diaper, but it doesn't come off. "What?" says Amy, "Why won't you-" Amy is cut off by the sound of the closet door shutting. She is somewhat startled by this, and squirts into her diaper. Amy goes to investigate the door, and turns the knob. It's locked. Amy is panicking. How could she be locked in? Her parents won't be home until late, and her phone is on her bed! Not to mention she can't pull off her wet diaper. Amy takes a deep breath and tries to think. Amy thinks for a long time. She then decides the best possible option is to fall asleep until her parents get back. Since the need for urination is slowed down when you’re asleep, this makes somewhat logical sense to her. Amy lies on the floor, and takes a nap. Amy wakes up an hour later and is almost bursting. The second water bottle from earlier has come into play, and the dampness of her diaper doesn't help the situation either. Amy's stomach rumbles. "Remember, If you get hungry, dinner's in the fridge." "Oh no..." says Amy. Amy hasn't eaten since lunch, and is practically starving. Since Amy is locked inside of the closet, she can't really eat anything from the fridge. Amy searches the closet for anything food related, and finds nothing. Amy looks next to the diaper box, and finds a full pack of water bottles. As much as Amy needs to pee, she doesn’t want her stomach to be empty, and she decides to have water for dinner. Amy stands up, downs two waters and doesn’t leave a single drop left in the bottle. Amy's pussy is throbbing. She needs to pee, and NOW. Amy crosses her legs in an attempt to stop herself from leaking. All this does is pressure the dampness of her diaper onto her pussy. Amy then hears something faint from outside. Rain. Amy starts feeling warm, she immediately notices that she’s leaking, and her diaper is getting bigger. She needs to do something before her diaper leaks onto the floor! Amy realizes that she can't take off her wet diaper, so she has to lay a new one on top. Amy takes a diaper from the blue box, and puts it on. The urine travels from diaper one to diaper two rather quickly, and fills it up. Amy panics, and applies a third diaper. Soaked. Amy applies a fourth, and the flood ends after the fourth diaper is filled. Amy is relieved and tries leaning against the wall, but instead loses her balance and falls to the floor. Amy lands on what feels like a cloud. The urine travels throughout, and squishes with a satisfying slosh. Amy likes this, and bounces up and down to squish the urine inside the diapers. Amy decides she wants more, and downs two more water bottles. With the other two waters still brewing, Amy lies down and sleeps again. Amy wakes up two hours later to her bladder screaming. Amy smiles and presses against her bladder to torture it. Amy downs two more waters, and plays with herself by rolling around in her diaper. Amy feels the liquids slosh around her diaper and torture her throbbing pussy. Amy squirts, but immediately squeezes her pussy tight. She continues to roll around and apply pressure to her bladder. Amy tries to drink another water, but ends up only drinking half because of how much water she's drunk already. Amy doesn't know what to do with the leftover water, so she opens up her diapers, and pours it inside. This flow of liquid makes Amy ready to burst, and makes her hold back with all of her might. Amy then presses against her bladder full strength, and starts flooding herself. The stream wets her diapers even more, and expands the diapers. Amy stands up again, and layers herself to five diapers while she’s still soaking herself. the fifth layer soaks completely, and she layers up again and again. Amy layers up to diaper eight, and it's soaked. She layers up to diaper nine and floods it, so she layers to diaper ten. Amy's stream stops, and every single one of Amy's diapers are soaked. Because of how many diapers Amy has on, her legs are so spread apart that she has to waddle. Amy falls down to the floor, and the urine squishes through every one of her diaper layers. Even after all this, Amy still feels the need for release. Amy rubs her diapers swiftly for a good ten seconds, and then proceeds to cum. She lies flat on the floor, and falls asleep. How is she going to explain this to her parents?

It happened when I was about to fall asleep, I just started to relax and didnt think anything would happen but then felt the warm puddle form beneath me all of a sudden, I kinda had to arrange my thoughts to realize I was peeing but It felt too good so I continued to pee till I was completely relieved, I even stayed in it for a bit, I got another urge rn so I think I'm gonna continue to wet it for the night. Might put up a camera to film myself wetting in my sleep kinda wanna see how it looks -w- Currently still peeing into my bed and I LOVE it

Omg I'm completely soaked from head to toe... I saved up my pee from when I got home from work (probably 1.25L). I then wet myself in some leggings + white heels + red panties. I put the sports bra & the leggings in the puddle and added some of the saved up pee and omfg they got soaked. there was still more left so I put my hair in it. soooo wet :3 I then took off the leggings and dumped the rest of the saved up pee in the puddle, which I put my pleated skirt + thigh highs in. I put them on and unfffffff I'm absolutely soaked from head to toe right now. everything I'm wearing is completely soaked and there's still a puddle (which I'm sitting in) >:3 only thing that could make this better would be a hot omo girl to get me even more wet and fuck in the puddle + soaked clothes 🥵 oml I'm so horny my voice is shaking. gonna use my glass heart anal toy while watching ph 😛 edit: just drank a glass of pee 😈 yummy! edit 2: have to pee again... hehe