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View File Almost wet the bed Been having a hard time making it from bed to the bathroom in the morning. Slept a little late and had to much to drink before bed almost wetting the bed but made it to the shower at least. Submitter Aj315 Submitted 05/29/2023 Category Male  

Hi guys. I have finally decided to open omorashi story commissions. I would love to write for you all but also support myself in some financial crunch. I can pen a story about: female pee desperation and male pee desperation. What I don't do: Messing, Scat, Furries My prices are as follows: Base price - $20 for 2500 +/- 200 words. There after - $10 for every 1000 +/- 200 words . Please DM me if you're interested.

What do you do and how do you feel when you see someone having a genuine accident. Do you secretly take pleasure or do you feel bad for the person. Does this change when you know the person vs don't.

A few weeks ago, me and my wife went to a wedding reception. She wore a beautiful dress, but I guess she didn’t have hear bladder in mind when she wore the incredibly tight shape wear underneath. After a couple hours, she wanted to go home. That was fine by me because we weren’t planning on staying the whole time anyway. She was a bit tipsy, so it was fun watching her smile and laugh and blush super hard while squirming in her seat. She begged me to pull over, but I refused. If you were there and saw her squirming around like that, I don’t think you would have pulled over either. I was super horny by the time we pulled into the driveway. When I unlocked the door, she tried to bolt inside, but I stopped her and began making out with her. We made out all the way to the bathroom. She begged me to let her pee first, and I did. She wrestled with her spandex, but she was figuring a losing battle. She asked me to help, but it was just too hot seeing her desperately trying to rip off her spandex. She fought and fought, but it ultimately beat her, and she wet herself in front of the toilet. I finally helped her take it off, and you can fill in the blanks of how we spent the rest of the night.

Yo I'm Blue and I make art. This is my first time ever making content like this so its kinda nervous for me to be sharing stuff like this, but hopefully y'all enjoy it. This is gonna be an Art thread of doing characters who I feel are lacking in Omo content. Not sure How much I'll be updating on here but this is just test drive to see how things go. So anyways, starting off we have some Momo Yaoyoruzu!

So basically today i had my first ever holding on command. And I'm super excited for the experience, so I'll try to share it verbatim. So yesterday night, i went to sleep by chugging 1 litre(not all at once) of water since the last pee.... So had a mildly irritating bladder in the midnight. It felt needed to just pee and have a good night sleep, but i ignored my urges, contained all my liquids inside myself and masturbated a bit, to ease off the urge and had a nap. But it didn't last long, after two and a half hours, my night sleep ended and it was morning, 7:30 am... Talked with an online bladder controller and he said to chug 1 litre of liquid. So i followed and first only chugged half of that... And a few more minutes later chugged the remaining...but that time i did something mischievous. I put lemon juices inside my water and probably that was really an effing good diuretic for a already bulging bladder. After a few minutes he told me to open my legs, and i just noticed maybe i was overestimating my power. After a few minutes i went back to the sleeping position. But this time i noticed i just couldn't lay on my back!!!! I started leaking. Time maybe 9:00 am. And then the real desperation started..... I felt stuck in a certain position only, i.e, curling on a side... Thighs pressed together...still leaking drops every now and then... On demand, i even pushed on my bladder. It felt rock solid... Even turning a bit made me to leak more... And as on my previously stated wish, he commanded to get a tape to prevent my pussy from leaking. I wanted to be pushed past my limits. To be sealed tight even though i just can't!!!! The pain from my lower belly disrupted my breathing. I felt immobilized!!!! Not having any energy to move.... All energy was being utilised in keeping my urethra closed like a properly disciplined gal. So i couldn't get up to gather the tape. Then he demanded me to drink another half litre for leaking a few drops... Just as i wished to be brutally dominated. But i was really helpless this time. My ability to move was long gone. I couldn't stop leaking every now and then and above everything the pain from keeping all the water inside my inexperienced girl bladder was overwhelming!!!! I was probably 12/10 in terms of urge rating. He too wanted to stretch my bladder. And i happily complied to such bladder domination. I was in pain heaven, anxious whether an impending bladder rupture will kill me or not, still kept going. It was 9:40 am then, when he said he's going to cut a deal, he went to sleep, saying that he knows i won't tolerate anymore with the amount he pushed into me. So we would talk later when my other fantasies can be fulfilled. Like holding pee for straight one-two days, being plugged up with more liquids being injected inside of me. LoL, i know, these are extremely brutal, but i love it. And after that i figured out i was leaking unconsciously... So few drops already wetted my bed....it was such a shame to my overconfident composure of being able to resist all my bodily urges. It literally felt like i can't really hold anymore if I'm not literally plugged up. My determined mind too couldn't handle that much (2 litres total, as i was squirming since midnight) of liquid. And then the moment came...to get up and reach to the bathroom. I was already a mess in my panties then... Grabbed a bottle (of 500 ml) and went inside the bathroom. And then holy prolly, even though i was inconveniently full and leaking, i couldn't force my pee out with much force.... It seemed like i was so busy in squeezing my urethra, it couldn't do the opposite.... In the meantime, i wasted probably almost 500 ml on the floor, for being a noob to position the bottle exactly below my urethral opening. Then after wasting that much, i thought of capturing whatever remaining is in there, and then!!! Oh my my my!!!! I literally filled up the bottle within seconds... I filled up a 500 ml bottle within 7-8 seconds.... But still it didn't stop.... I peed some more... I don't know the exact amount... But i guess it was almost 1.5 litres in total!!! And among them only 500 ml captured, rest probably wasted due to inexperience in positioning own urethra and the scarcity of any extra bottle at that time! I am really proud of my holding ability this time. Previously i thought maybe i have just a regular girl size bladder, i.e, feeling the urge to void if it's full(500 ml~)... But now it seems i have really pushed myself... Stretching it to accommodate more ignoring my pain . And I'm super excited for the next time too. Will have to gather a good measuring jug to quantise the exact capacity too. Thought of having my sanitary pad on , so that primary leaking won't drag any attention towards me. My pain will be only contained within me. A certain masochistic desire. It just feels awesome to dedicate my everything. A total submission offering. Enduring some torture to give a proper service. My pussy is only meant to be squeezed tight. Nothing goes out without permission from my daddy. Daddy will decide how full i should be, and how lil I'm eligible to let out. He may force his dick inside my pussy when i start leaking, to prevent my leaks, and see a painful expression on me for being stripped off this basic need . And even after fucking, i wish to get sealed....no chance for a relief. The torture must go on. I don't know why i feel this much submissive, but it feels good when even me crying too can't stop someone from controlling me. I know internally i just crave for a caring daddy, who'll take care of my every need. Totally owning me. It's just that these two types of owning concepts sometimes get mixed up. The owning from utter care and possessiveness, and the owning from just a sadistic Vantage point. I know I'll choose the first one (caring daddy) to surrender to.... It's just that in real life i like to see how much pain i have to tolerate to finally get my desired man. To finally be in that cuddly mood permanently. To finally gift my submission to a deserved one. In either way, pampering own lil quirks is always cute. And the fact that i feel my submission as a gift, is the reason why i like to cherish every inch of it. And again, thanks a lot to this platform too. I've found so many cute yet extreme power exchange dynamics type stories here. Thanks to all the contributors. You just make this world a lil less lonely. Cheers fellow kinksters 🥂

This instance happened prior to my moving onto this forum. I've been experimenting with the whole 'Deliberate wetting' process. Watching my man getting himself off watching me doing this has been encouraging. I'm more of a blue Jean girl, though I'll wear leggings, skirts, shorts, dresses, and black tight pants. I was in my favorite pair of black leggings, a stylish enough to wear, sexy enough to attract attention to my ass. (One important lesson my BBF has 'taught' me is sex appeal. What's under my clothes is just as important as what's over when it comes to sexualizing this. My guy prefers the sexy thong cuts, so I've switched more and more towards that. When he walks behind me I want my ass looking more appealing then other girls.) I was holding on for a number of hours by now. Learning to better control my movements with a fuller bladder. I turned on my webcam to Skype with him. I allowed my bladder to wait until I was squirming. I continued to drink my glass of red-wine as we engaged in chit chat. My nipples were very hard. I wasn't hiding the fact how intensely turned on I was. Telling him what I wanted to do to him, and his excited penis, how he could take me anywhere of his desire. Telling him all sorts of dirty things, if one day he wants to try anal sex, to blowing his load on my face or simply in my mouth or on my body. To even peeing on me or letting me pee on him. It was an interesting conversation. The more we talked the more aroused I was getting. I was sucking my finger as he was sharing a bit of things he may like to try in the future. I told him I wanted to watch him get off on me. I got up and stood a few feet away from my webcam so he could reasonably see me in my entirety. I posed as seductively as I could and began to pee. I let out a small gasp as I told him I can't wait for him to watch in person. I continued to let myself pee as I turned around to show off the back of my pants getting wetter and wetter. Telling him that my waist longs for his grip. The pressure was getting a bit much and I let out a scream of relief as suddenly i lost control. I took off my top and started going to town as I peed and squirted. I was begging for him to take me, as my face flushed with embarrassment. As I regained some control after an intense 'pee-gasm', I got up and bent over to rub the pee into my leggings. I stripped off my pee soaked leggings. I peed a bit more in my dark blue lace sexy thong. I sat back down and told him if he was here, or I was there, if he hadn't cummed yet, that I'd help him as I opened my mouth making a suggestive gesture. Watching him cum was very rewarding.

View File Morning accident Couldn’t get in the bathroom and pissed in some woman’s clothing. It felt great to release. I got off right afterwards. Submitter Aj315 Submitted 05/27/2023 Category Male  

Hello! This is an interactive story that I’ll be writing! In this story, you will have a lover that has chosen to get an implant that allows you to fully control their bladder— with a simple click of a button, you can cause her total incontience, force her to hold it, make it difficult to pee or difficult to hold. On order to start this story, though, I will need her personality. And so, here comes the first decisions: 1. Name 2. personality — stubborn, shy, etc. 3. Bladder size- large, medium, small, tiny, incontient 4. holding habits— fidgeting, holding, pacing, begging/whiny, 5. what makes holding especially harder for her? - hearing water, not holding, drinking, fear, etc. 6. Bedwetter? - nearly every night, 50/50, mostly dry, very rare, never

View File Sortagirlylittlegirl videos Four of the videos from pornhub user sortagirlylittlegirl. Submitter Rubic13 Submitted 03/24/2023 Category Female  

Irish View File Irish almost made it to the bathroom but she was too late and peed herself Submitter RenaOmorashi Submitted 05/24/2023 Category Transgender (MtF)  

Andrew and Amanda had been dating for about a month now and things were going really good. Both of them were extremely happy as this was the best relationship either of them had in a long time. It was Friday night and they were planning on going out drinking since it was Amanda's 21st birthday. Andrew had just turned 21 the month before. He was also a bit nervous because Amanda had asked him to stay over her apartment tonight as well. He told her he would think about it as they got off of the phone last night. Since the relationship was fairly new, he wasn't sure how to talk to Amanda about his little nighttime problem. He wasn't sure how to tell his girlfriend that he still wets the bed pretty often. He kept thinking and thinking but still couldn't come up with enough courage to tell her that he was still a bedwetter, something he dealt with his entire life. Even more embarrassing is the fact that he still peed in his pants sometimes during the day too. Luckily he never had an accident in front of Amanda. Luckily his daytime accidents were not as frequent as his bedwetting accidents. He kept thinking about how to tell her about his bladder problems as he was finishing up his work. It was almost 5:00 and he was ready to get this Friday started. Amanda had taken the day off of work for her birthday and she spent the day cleaning up her apartment. She was anticipating Andrew staying the night, or at least she was hoping that he would. She continued to clean the kitchen when all of a sudden she had a bladder spasm and leaked a little bit into her panties. She ran to the bathroom but she was peeing full force by the time she got there, pee running down her legs and soaking her pajama pants and socks. "Damn, I didn't make it in time," she mumbled, staring at the puddle of pee on the bathroom floor. Her panty liner couldn't hold a full accident. Amanda got undressed, put her wet clothes in the hamper, tossed the wet panty liner in the trash and then cleaned thr floor. She jumped in the shower and started to get ready since Andrew was getting off work soon. As she showered her thoughts ran wild too. She was wondering how to tell Andrew about her bladder problems. Her bladder was extremely overactive and she had accidents sometimes. She was a chronic bedwetter as a kid and she still wet the bed sometimes too. She wondered if Andrew would notice the mattress protector that was on her bed. Once Andrew clocked out he left work and headed home. Once he was there he finished packing his bag just in case he did decide to stay at Amanda's place. He made sure to pack extra clothes, including extra underwear, just in case. He also packed two pairs of pajamas and he packed a few pairs of his overnight pull-ups in the other compartment of his bag. He wasn't sure if he would have the courage to wear a pull-up diaper to bed with his new girlfriend. He thought maybe he would just stay awake all night so there would be no risk of having an accident. As he was thinking and zipping up his bag his phone rang. He answered it, "Hey babe. I was just finishing up getting ready. I'm about to leave and head over. Once I get to your place we can get a taxi to the bar. See you soon," he said as he hung up the phone. He grabbed his bag and headed out the door.

Share videos of people just making it to the toilet, or those who couldn't make it. Genders other than female are allowed too, just make sure to note what gender(s) are involved in the video you share. I'll start. Here's a video of a girl who barely made it. Her jeans zipper is stuck and she has a very frantic pee dance. She wets herself a bit before being able to pull down her jeans. Really hot! KiaKiiss Barely Made It.mp4

Thought to make a thread relating to some accidents and close calls that I've had that I didn't cause on purpose. I've had chronic bladder issues for my entire life, so this affects the strength of my bladder sometimes. For this first post though I want to talk about my most frequent accidents lately, those being bedwettings. When I was younger I had issues with bedwetting, but not so much as an adult. However, I notice that sometimes I will end up waking up immediately on the verge of an accident. There was at least one time that this was not the case though. I was having a dream about something. I have no recollection of what was happening in the main storyline of the dream, I just remember that I needed to pee REALLY bad. I ran to a public bathroom, and immediately sat down on the toilet to go. However, for whatever reason, my brain registered that something was wrong about this bathroom somehow, and that I didn't know if I should pee in there. It's like I knew I wasn't actually on a toilet, but wasn't really lucid enough to realize it was happening in a dream and that the toilet was my sweatpants and mattress. Alas, I had to go so bad, that I just thought to myself "it's a toilet, just go!" and let out a little bit. Instantly I could feel the wetness around my seat, as if I was wearing pants, but I wasn't. I tried to stop going, and I managed to stop peeing to figure out what was going on. Though, I still had to go REALLY bad. I remembered that I was on a toilet, and that that feeling isn't actually anything wrong and that it's fine, so I just proceeded to gush it all out. It was honestly the most satisfying feeling of my entire life, and it felt like it was going on forever. Almost too long, in fact. Despite feeling like I was gushing, the pressure on my bladder made it feel like a small trickle, as if I couldn't pee it all out fast enough. Eventually though, I woke up almost immediately after, only to find a massive flood in my pants and on my bed. It was honestly probably the most that I've felt like I've peed in my entire life. I remember waking up again in the morning and still feeling extremely desperate. I never really have had anything like that happen to me ever since then, but there was one time that I got close. This one I don't quite recall as easily though. All that I can remember was that I was gonna pee in my dream again. This sounds like a rookie mistake, but typically if I pee in dreams, no actual pee comes out of my body (at least, not ever since the previous incident). So I again ignored my intuition and decided to let some out. This time, though, the massive spurt that came out of me pretty much almost immediately woke me up. For some reason, I didn't even get up to use the bathroom after this. I just went right back to sleep. It's a miracle I didn't fully wet myself that time, all things considered. I didn't even think that it was real until I woke up and was able to see the stain on my underwear from where I sprayed. Anyways that's all I have for now, I'll probably add to this over time

View File Sexy latina pees in white thong Sexy latina pees her sexy thong Submitter IvyWilliams89 Submitted 05/24/2023 Category Female  

So here is a fun thing to do as we go into the new year. This is for those of us who experience for real bedwetting incidents, AKA we are true bedwetters. I love all my OMO friends but please let's keep this post for those of us who for real still deal with accidental bedwetting. So we are day one as of this post into 2023..... Question is, who is still dry, who has wet the bed in the new year? Ways to post: 1. Post that you have not wet the bed (for real) yet in 2023. You can post as often as you want, but upon your first wet night of 2023 you need to post the next day that you are no longer dry in 2023. Or 2. Upon your first for real wet night of 2023 you need to post the next day (or indicate the relative date of your wetting if past the actually date after) that you are no longer dry in 2023. Let's see who wets first and who stays dry the longest in 2023. (AGAIN LETS KEEP THIS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO STILL EXPERIENCE BEDWETTING. YOU DRY BED PEOPLE CAN GO ALL YEAR AND NOT HAVE A GENUINE BEDWETTING ACCIDNET.... DON'T BRAG NOW 😆)

So, I had a genuine accident yesterday and another not too long ago. Im very new to having true accidents. Before the last month I can recall two other times (once at 9 years old and another at 17) where spurts of urine came out while laughing. Anyway, my accident yesterday was induced by me jumping doing a tiktok trend (a pretty large spurt had occurred). While I was jumping, RIGHT before I felt a pressure in my urethra (honestly didn’t think too much of it until I peed). I know a couple of other times while laughing I felt that urge come on and quickly made myself stop laughing bc I thought I was going to pee my pants. I’m grateful for that because it saved me a lot of embarrassment- but yesterdays accident happened so fast and the amount of urine I peed surprised me- it wasn’t just a leak. I’m starting to think I may have a mild case of stress incontinence, but I don’t know. is the pressure in my urethra an actual sign I might pee my pants? For those who have peed their pants on accident, what are your signs it might happen? I added some pictures to show how much I peed with one spurt. Would you even call the that spurt alone an accident? (Just a question- I did have another spurt before a peeing stream happened as I was running to the bathroom)

Hello all, Please be warned that this is an ongoing story of my struggles against a new bodily issue. You see, I've always been into omo in a more casual sense. I hold at home all the time, and it turns me on SO GOOD! However, recently I've started to struggle with genuine incontinence... I've wet the bed and soaked myself at work, both of which left me utterly mortified. I'm not currently engaging in any purposeful holds. I'm hoping that by giving my bladder a break, I might push through whatever the current issue is. I also have a doctor's appointment tomorrow to find out whether it's a UTI or a genuine form of incontinence. My mother had urge incontinence, in that her bladder would clamp down for no discernable reason and she'd have very little time to find somewhere to relieve herself. Due to this being in my family history, I wouldn't be surprised if I was more susceptible to it or something similar. I'm hoping that's all this is, because it's really interfering with daily life and has reduced me to always having a diaper ready and wearing one to bed to prevent repeated messes that I'd have to clean up. Note that I'm not into diapers at all, I always thought of them as humiliating. I don't get off at all when I use a diaper, and consider it more of a crutch than anything else. I'm aware that this viewpoint changes form person to person and what flavor of omo you're into. Therefore I want to make it clear that I am in no way shaming those who enjoy diapers and/or genuinely need them. With that out of the way, let's get started. I usually only use the restroom once at work, right before lunch, which I'd already done. I'm more than comfortable holding it the rest of the day, as I'm not usually anywhere near full or desperate before I get home. I usually only go 2-3 times a day. That's at work before lunch, late afternoon or early evening, and sometimes I have to go in the morning before work. I'm a dietary host at a local hospital. I ask patients what they'd like to eat, pass trays, collect trays, and stock pantries. Needless to say, this is a rather social job. My day at work began like any other. I came into the hospital, placed my coat and whatnot in my locker, then sat down in the cafe and enjoyed a free breakfast with my fellow food service hosts. We just talked about whatever for about 20 minutes until it was time to head to the diet office, grab our work phones and iPads, and read through the day's notes. No notes today, that's good. We're also on a 5 host rotation, so none of us have a very large assignment. This has been the case quite often recently, and is a very welcome break from the 3 host rotations where I'd have a rehab unit and an entire nurses station worth of patients to get orders from. Not to mention that it takes longer to pass and collect trays when you have more patients AND don't have anyone helping you. Back on topic, I got about 15 menus before the cart full of breakfast trays was delivered to me. Quota is 10, so I'm doing pretty good. I pass the breakfast trays, deal with a couple patients that want to change their order or aren't satisfied with their food, and head downstairs to say hi to my old coworkers down in the kitchen. Note that I used to work in the kitchen as a dietary attendant and am familiar with the job roles and the people. After a few minutes of goofing off, I head back upstairs and resume asking patients what they'd like to eat. This goes on until 10:15am when I finish my assignment and start talking to random people that cross my path on the 5th floor elevator lobby. At 10:30, I head back to my unit and get a menu from a new patient and pre-organize my pantry. We don't stock pantries until after lunch, but I like to pull all the juices forward and check all the dates before heading to lunch. I then used the restroom and grabbed a Gatorade which I drank over the course of about an hour. This means I had the same bottle of Gatorade both before and after my lunch break, it's not like I chugged it or anything. After a nice big lunch consisting of goodies from the salad bar, some fries and a brownie, I headed back to the diet office and grabbed my pantry stock sheet. I then went back upstairs and counted the pantry. After counting the pantry and marking down what I needed to restock, I headed back to the elevator lobby to wait for the cart full of lunch trays to arrive. NGL, I pretty much just goofed off on my phone and said hi to anyone that passed through. I seem to be rather well liked here. Once the lunch trays arrived, it was basically the same as breakfast. I pass the trays out, help patients open their salad dressing packets (we have a lot of old people here), and deal with a couple people that want to change their orders. Passing lunch went rather smoothly and I went downstairs, grabbed one of the red carts for stocking pantries, grabbed all the goodies I needed for my pantry, and stocked said pantry. I then walked back to the elevator lobby to head down and return my cart. I was waiting for the elevator when all of a sudden I GOTTA PEE RIGHT NOW! It was a very different kind of desperation than I'm used to. I'm used to a lot of pressure bc I have a humongous bladder that maxes out just under 2L, but this was more of like the contractions that you get when your stream starts to die down and you need to get the rest out. It was a very strong contraction, forcing me to take my hands off my cart and double over! I ran over to the bathrooms, only to find them both occupied and someone already waiting! Shaking and nearly in tears, I begged to go first! I've never felt so humiliated in my life! It took everything I had to stop from grabbing myself in front of the random dude from central supply! Unfortunately, I had no choice but to do the most frantic doubled over dance you'll ever see for about 20-30 seconds before I got hit with another even more potent contraction that straight up wouldn't stop! It forced my pee right out of me, running down my legs and into my shoes before pooling at me feet, leaving me standing there sobbing! I was completely mortified with no idea what to do and just sobbed for a moment... The only thing in my mind was "no way! I didn't just do that! There's no way I'd ever do that!" I continued to break down for a moment before the bathroom door opened, and the occupant looked very concerned at the dietary host standing in a puddle with tears streaking down his face buried in his hands! It took a moment for me to bring myself back to the real world, at which point a housekeeper and a patient care tech had joined the group of people trying to help. I tried wiping my tears away and apologized profusely, still somewhat sobbing as I apologized. Everyone was very kind and helpful. The patient care tech (beautiful young lady that I've always had eyes for) gave me a spare set of the generic patient clothes and lead me to the patient shower where I cleaned myself up, wringed my clothes out under the running water, and changed into the patient clothes. I called my boss on my work phone (luckily it was in the pocket on my right side so it didn't get soaked) and told her that I'd just had an accident and needed to go home for the day, as all I have is patient clothes and I was completely torn apart by what just happened. I've always known my boss to be a very understanding young lady (I don't know her exact age but I'm guess low 30's at most) who's exceptionally good at her job and with helping people. She saw to it that I got to leave without having to cross paths with any of my coworkers, which really made my day. I went out into the parking lot nearly crying, and told the lot attendants which car I had and that I needed to leave early. They didn't ask anything and were very kind about the whole situation, setting the heat for me before fetching my car and sending me on my way. At this point I hopped on the omo.org Discord server and discussed what had just happened. More than anything, I just needed to get it off my chest so I could stop sobbing. I'm not 100% sure what I expected, but everyone was very kind and caring. A user (who's name I will not reveal bc it was via DM) talked with me for a couple hours and recommended a really amazing show called Narcos to watch while I try to pull myself together. I ended up taking a bath to try to calm my nerves before starting the show, since I was so upset I felt like I was gonna throw up. I ended up binging Narcos for about 4 hours before making some soup and crackers and heading to bed. I was so messed up that day that I hadn't eaten dinner, and with my heart conditions, it's not a great idea for me to skip meals, so I made sure I at least got something in me before I hit the sack for the night. This whole ordeal came after wetting the bed very badly the previous night, like dripping through the bed onto the floor. I have a whole story on that experience, which includes goodies on cleaning your mattress and whatnot. Naturally, after this many incidents, I've got a doctor's appointment tomorrow to see what's going on. Maybe urge incontinence like my mom had, maybe a UTI, maybe they messed something up when they did my hernia repairs (yes, plural, had it done 3 times at 2 different hospitals bc the first one kept fucking it up and the repairs would fail and the whole area would ache and burn). Either way, this isn't meant to be about my medical history, so I'm gonna call it here. I'll link the bed wetting story below. Thank you so much for reading through the whole story! Daredare205's best!

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!

👑 The Trinket By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Hunter Chapter One The Will Hunter sighed as his mother, who he was currently on the phone with, continued to drawl about the contractual obligations he now had to abide by. His great aunt, or now his late great aunt, had left him a few things in her will that came with a few specific rules. The fennec fox had barely known her, other than seeing her at a Christmas party and once during Thanksgiving when he was very young. She was not really even his aunt, being an in-law and a cheetah to boot. He had heard a few stories about her, some from his mother who had always spoken about her with a degree of awe mixed with disapproval. Whether or not she was even really his aunt in-law was in question sometimes, but her presence in the family was nevertheless appreciated, if not coveted. She had been an Egyptianologist, but not the kind that mostly stays on the campus of a university. Accused several times of being no better than a bounty hunter with a college degree, she would often beguile whoever cared to listen at the taverns and bars she was often found at about her great adventures in the middle east. There were usually many stories told and drinks bought during such evenings. Her alcoholism aside, she had apparently kept up her taste for adventuring into abandoned tombs and caves right up until the very end. They never recovered her, but enough time had passed where her body had been declared lost and her vast collection of artifacts reclaimed by the museums and universities. Judging from their hasty reclamation of such items, they had been waiting for exactly such an opportunity as her disappearance. They had claimed most of the artifacts, at least. “So like, dumb it down for me a bit, Mom?” Hunter asked, a slight note of exasperation coloring his tone of voice as one of his large ears flicked to the side in irritation. It was his mother’s turn to sigh, which was followed up by a response. “You just can’t sell any of the stuff. You’re supposed to keep it as if it were a family heirloom. There’s some evidence to support that this does belong to us give or take a hundred generations.” Hunter replied back. “Right, don’t sell. Just keep it. Anything else?” “Not until they go through the rest of her possessions and check her records. You might be getting some money too, but that’ll take a while.” Right… After the state takes its hefty cut… Hunter thought to himself, but he did his best to keep his sense of sarcasm out of the conversation. “Great, thanks Mom.” “Of course honey, was there anything else you wanted to know about Auntie Tare?” Hunter, knowing that this would probably prolong the conversation for another good hour, shook his head before realizing that his mother could not see his reaction. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Hrm… No, no. I think I’m good for now, still… Processing and all that. I’ll talk to you later Mom.” “Okay sweetie, let me know what’s in the box. It looks mysterious!” “Yeah, I will. Love you Mom.” “Love you sweetie, bye bye now.” The line went silent, and Hunter put his phone down on the table with a sigh of relief. As silence enveloped the apartment, interrupted only by the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the fennec’s gaze drifted over to the box that sat in front of him on the dining room table. The word that could describe the wooden container could only be described as ornate. Carvings of Egyptian hieroglyphs laced with what he suspected was gold lining on the borders of the miniature crate gave the appearance of a most valuable item being stored inside. The wood had been treated with oil, and with great care as well. Part of him wondered if the box might be empty, as the container itself looked relatively valuable. Whatever it was, he was not surprised that his aunt had mentioned that he was not allowed to sell it. I’d probably make a pretty penny off of it too… Hunter mused to himself, as he pushed his chair back and stood up, only to crouch in front of the box in order to more closely examine its decor. He was not literate in Egyptian hieroglyphs, nor was he particularly interested in learning more about them. History had always bored the little fox, and despite having a renowned, though estranged, Egyptologist in the family it never sparked the same fascination and excitement as it did in Aunt Tare. Well, might as well have a look then. Reaching forward, he undid the clasp on the front of the box and pushed the lid open. Its hinges worked silently, and Hunter immediately noted that the entire inside of the box was laced with a vibrant, purple velvet. Amidst the swathes of cloth, Hunter beheld a palm sized brooch made of a mixture of dulled copper and gold. Marveling at it, the fennec’s eyes widened as he scanned its surface. The fennec picked it up with a paw and noted its significant weight. Equipped with a pin which Hunter presumed was intended to keep a cloak around a traveler’s shoulders, Hunter turned the brooch over and let out a surprised breath. The ornament had been placed upside down in its container, and it was studded with several small jewels with one large piece in its center. Peering closely at them, it took Hunter a moment to realize that they were opals. In the center of the metal disk, the largest of the opals was oval in shape. It gleamed as if freshly polished when it caught the last of the afternoon sun streaming from Hunter’s half shuttered window. A small scratch in the center of the opal was the only blemish on the piece, revealing the rainbow colored insides of the gem that refracted in ever changing patterns of color as he turned it over. Strangely, despite the fact that it had been sitting in the box ever since it had been delivered to his doorstep inside of its own, discrete cardboard container, the brooch was warm to the touch. And it felt like it was getting warmer. “It’s… pretty…” Hunter said lamely, to no one in particular. His initial curiosity had been sated, and he was now coming to the conclusion that he really had no use for the gem-encrusted display piece other than to perhaps show it off for his friends. The more he thought about it, being the owner of such a valuable piece now might mean that he would have to take insurance out on it. Great… Another responsibility… The fennec thought grimly to himself. Hunter was about to set the artifact down, when the opal flashed catching his eyes. Blinking, he looked down at the gem and wondered if he had imagined the sudden luminescence that had come from the piece. Gingerly, he brought it back up to his eyes and peered closely at the scratch on the gem’s surface to see if he had missed some refractive angle inside of the opal’s crack. Seeing that there was nothing he could immediately detect, he placed the brooch back down in its comfortable bed, this time right side up with the opal facing the ceiling of his apartment. He thought about where he should put the box, glancing around his apartment and seeing now apparent free space where he might rest it. I’ll probably just chuck it into my closet or something… His stomach rumbled, reminding him that his mother’s phone call had caused him to miss lunch at a reasonable hour. Closing the box, he decided to put his inheritance out of his mind for the time being. Padding over to his closet, he picked out his jacket and fumbled the keys to his apartment out of the bowl they rested in. I’m kind of hankering for some chicken… He thought to himself, his mind already beginning to drift away from the strange set of rocks that were now his, now and forever. He did, however, check twice that he had locked the door to his apartment before bounding down the staircase leading to the lobby of his apartment complex.