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This is a story I've started working on in my spare time. Probably gonna post more as it comes. May add more tags as I go. Hope you enjoy! ————————— 1. ‘Caiden!’ He turned his head as he heard his name and saw Victor running up to him. ‘Hey. Where were you earlier? You missed English.’ Caiden tried his best not to blush. ‘Yeah. Sorry. I . . . wasn’t feeling well.’ He looked down and mumbled, ‘Stomach upset.’ Victor frowned, now caught up and walking alongside him. ‘Again? Didn’t that happen last week too?’ Caiden nodded. ‘Yeah. In Math.’ His friend made a face. ‘Sorry, dude. Was it something you ate?’ Caiden shrugged. ‘Maybe. It’s hard to tell. Mom thinks it might be some IBS shit or something . . . Anyway. Let’s change the subject, you don’t wanna hear about my bowel movements.’ Victor laughed. ‘Maybe I do?’ Caiden stopped, looking at him with an eyebrow raised, and Victor laughed again. ‘Nah, bro, just kidding.’ Caiden laughed as well and they resumed their walk, but then he was quiet, mostly just listening as Victor talked about what they’d gone over in English that afternoon. They parted ways at their usual spot and exchanged fistbumps. Then Caiden set off home. Truth was, he had barely made it to the bathroom in time today. In fact, he hadn’t, a little bit had come out in his shorts before he managed to get them off. He carried a spare pair of underwear in his gym bag that was stashed in his locker, thankfully, so he’d been able to change, but it was still embarrassing. When he got home, no one else was there yet. His parents were both at work and his younger twin brothers still at school. He went to the bathroom, getting his soiled shorts out of a plastic bag in his backpack and rinsing it in the bathtub before throwing it in the laundry basket. Entering his room, he pondered. He knelt next to the bed and pulled out the drawer underneath, where he kept his nighttime diapers. Caiden had been wetting the bed all his life. It was like his body had never quite pulled off that whole subconsciously holding your bladder thing. He’d had a few close calls in the daytime as well, though he hadn’t wet himself when awake since he was in grade school. Now he was seventeen. His stomach troubles had started about half a year ago. Until today, he’d managed to make it to the toilet every time, but this minor accident had made up his mind about something he’d been considering for a while; whether he should wear his diapers in the daytime as well. A couple of weeks ago he’d woken up with a stomach ache and, in his sleepy, groggy state, had let it all out in his diaper instead of rushing to the toilet. Once he woke up properly, he felt ashamed. He’d gone to the bathroom, changed himself, and gotten rid of the evidence. If they found out, his mom would worry, his brothers would tease him, and his step-dad would be a dick about it as usual, like he was about everything else. He’d sworn to himself never to do it in his diaper again, but since then it had begun to occur to him that it might not be so bad to have a safety net of sorts. So if he didn’t make it in time, he’d have an easy fix. It could have come in handy today. The diapers he slept in were designed for heavy urine incontinence, though not really for bowel incontinence. Still, it wasn’t like he’d be properly pooping in them, they’d just be there for safety. Caiden undressed, leaving just his chest binder on. Then he took a diaper from the drawer and put it on. He pulled his shorts and his jeans back on and looked in the mirror. The jeans were loose, like most of his clothes, and he inspected himself thoroughly. There was no real noticeable bulge. Caiden had been blessed with slim hips and a small behind. The padding made no noticeable difference. He moved around a bit, listening for any noise. There wasn’t much. A slight occasional crinkle, his waistband sliding against the diaper, but nothing anyone would notice. He stared at his reflection and laughed at himself a little. Was he really going to wear a diaper to school tomorrow? His stomach rumbled. ‘Fuck, not this again,’ he muttered. He made to go to the bathroom, but then the thought occurred to him that he might want to test the diaper, see if it could hold a potential accident. He reached to undo his jeans, take off both them and his shorts so they wouldn’t risk getting messy . . . but there was no time. Caiden farted loudly, and then the poop rushed out of him and into his diaper. It was soft and squishy, not exactly liquid diarrhoea, but far from solid. Then it stopped, though he knew there was more, and, figuring that he might as well get it all out, he squatted down and pushed, groaning with the strain. When it was over, he was trembling and panting. He stood up, making a face at the feeling of his full diaper. He inspected himself in the full length mirror. There was now a considerable bulge, but his jeans looked fine, and he took them off. His shorts were fine too, though he didn’t want to gamble on the diaper holding this kind of load for long, and so he got a fresh one out of the drawer and went to the bathroom to clean up and change. Standing in the shower, he felt suddenly horny. He reached down, rubbing himself. He thought of Victor. Then he wondered what Victor would think if he knew that Caiden wore diapers now. The thought made him blush. Somehow, the thought of Victor knowing turned him on more, and he rubbed himself yet more vigorously, until he came with shaking thighs. By the time Caiden was finished in the bathroom, his mother had come home. ‘Oh!’ she said, as he came out of the bathroom. ‘There you are, Kayla.’ ‘Mom, it’s Caiden,’ he said, somewhat exasperated. ‘I’m sorry. Caiden.’ She sighed. ‘I’m sorry, it just takes a little getting used to, is all.’ ‘Yeah. It’s okay. Just . . . try?’ ‘I am. I promise. I haven’t referred to you as my daughter in months.’ She smiled. ‘How was school?’ ‘It was okay.’ Caiden hesitated. ‘Mom?’ ‘Mhm?’ ‘I . . . I had another stomach upset today and . . . I kind of had an accident. Just . . . just a little one!’ he hurried to say. ‘I just . . . almost didn’t make it. To the bathroom.’ His face felt hot. ‘Aww, I’m sorry, baby!’ Caiden’s mother hugged him. ‘You okay?’ ‘Yeah. Fine. But . . .’ He licked his lips. ‘I think I should . . . start wearing the . . . you know. In the daytime as well. Like, to school. Just . . . just as a precaution. Until we can figure out what’s wrong with my stomach, you know?’ His mother nodded. ‘Hm, yeah . . . That might actually be a good idea. If you’re having a hard time making it to the bathroom on time. It would be just awful if you pooped your pants in class, wouldn’t it?’ Caiden snorted. ‘“Just awful” doesn’t begin to cover it, Mom. It would be the end of my life.’ ‘All right. I’ll make sure we keep stocked up, all right, baby?’ ‘Yeah. Thanks, Mom.’ Caiden bit his lip. ‘Hey . . . do you think you could maybe not mention this to Brandan and Ryker? Or to Sam? I . . . I’d rather they not know. It’s embarrassing enough wearing diapers at night.’ ‘Of course, sweetie.’ She hugged him. ‘I won’t tell a soul.’

Authors Note: Hey guys I want to let you know that these stories are not going to be continuous, but it will just maintain a new plot instead of continuing that first storyline. MCU Wetting/Messing Story Chapter One (Captain Marvel and Female Avengers): On a dark and stormy day in New York, Captain Marvel lay fast asleep in her bed and she looked so peaceful laying there, but not for long. It was 6:00 Carol’s usual time to get up, but when she got up she felt very hot and that’s when she found out that she wet the bed. Carol got out of bed and stood there naked (one of her kinks) observing her mess. She couldn’t believe it that she pissed the bed she hasn’t done that since the age 13, she stripped the bed down and took the wet doona and sheets off to put it the washing machine. She was lucky that the other Avengers only wake up at 7, but still she had to maintain a stealthy plan. She walked as slightly as she could and she was going so well and then archived her goal without waking everybody up. She placed it in and silently tiptoed back to her room to be naughty. Now safe and sound back in her room she pulled out something that was stashed away and it was a packet of adult sized diapers. She put it on and went to the kitchen we’re she forced herself to drink non stop refills of water and after doing that she was absolutely desperate to pee. She raced to the nearest bathroom, which was the one just next door to the kitchen and locked the door. Inside she turned on the lights and watched as she pisses herself in her diaper. With a hour to spare she couldn’t wait to be naughty, anyway Danvers wanted to see if Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) was into wetting herself as the other day because of her had an accident on an mission and wanted to see if she loves it or hates it. So she locked all the bathrooms in this area thinking she will trick her into wetting herself and made all other bathrooms near Hulk’s lab men only and most of the female Avengers won’t be resorting to the men’s as most desperate females would. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— The time now was 7 o’clock and Danver got dressed in her usual cardigan, which consisted of a white v-neck T-shirt, light blue jeans and a beige jacket. Scarlet Witch was the first one to come out, then Black Widow, then Shuri, then Gamora and then she couldn’t keep count and the plan malfunctioned because they all had to pee. By accident Carol created this long line of her female companions, but it was so cute to see Shuri looking like she was going to explode. But there one thing wrong with this and that was to lie and make them believe that someone was inside there. “Open this fucking door!” Said Wanda with tears rolling down her eyes she knew that she wasn’t going to hold it in for much longer and then Danvers went to do her job. There was a little secret opening on the side of the bathroom and she was in, “Hi Wanda, I’m sorry to tell you this but you need to hold on longer.” Said Carol and Wanda replied hesitantly, which made her voice seem shaky “CCCarol II don’t thiiink I’ll make it, I can’t hoold it inin ffor muuuch longgger.” Before Carol could speak, Wanda erupted her pyjamas pants suddenly become saturated and she felt so embarrassed by this that she raced to her room crying. Most of the other desperate girls tried to stop the urge to go because one of them failed, but it was inevitable that it would happen and it did Black Widow lost all control and peed in herself in her red satin pyjamas, Shuri looked like the next one to lose control because she’s looking like the most desperate out of them all. She was biting her lip and had her hand wedged between thighs, she was the most desperate because she would purposely wet the bed everyday, but she didn’t today because she chose not to. But now she is trying not to show that she wants to wet herself and she usually loves to wet herself in a bathroom to isolate herself from everyone else, but she didn’t think she will today. “I am the most deadliest woman in the whole galaxy and I am asking you kindly to hurry the fuck up, please.” Gamers spoke those words as she begged for a chance to use the bathroom and nobody thought that they were going to make it. Wasp had enough and ran straight for her room to put on a diaper and released in there instead. The queue dramatically died done with many people leave and finding alternatives to go in, but the queue only consisted with Shuri, Wanda, Valkyrie and Gamora now. Valkyrie was so drunk that she wasn’t even paying attention to how her bladder is filling up and upon that she was the next victim. Wearing nothing but a bra and panties and only just realised then that’s she was wetting herself. As Valkyrie left them, Gamora and Shiri would not stop. Shari must’ve banged that door a thousand times, she totally desperate to pee and it looked like she was more desperate than the most deadliest woman in the whole galaxy. In a matter of seconds she was leaking spraying squirts of pee into her blue satin pyjamas, the young princess of Wakanda panicked, every time she tried to stop thinking about it her urge grew. Gamora felt her squirts escape her and was devastated by this, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold this in even if she had all the time in the world. The door flung open Carol was shocked to see so many people left and ran out of the bathroom. It was the perfect time for the two desperate girls to do the job, they locked the door and fought for the toilet and Gamora got the toilet and Shuri had nothing. She quickly scattered around the bathroom for somewhere to go and in seconds Gamora started forcefully peeing into the toilet. Shuri got her idea, she was going to go in the sink, her dirty desire of holding it in through the night and wet herself in her pjys tomorrow morning in the bathroom changed. She quickly lifted herself up onto the table top and moved the tap to the back and released her desperate urge into it. It was so fucking warm, every drop of it she couldn’t help, but moan in joy at the sound of her sweet relief. Two hours later... It was breakfast and while eating the girls went to where Danvers was sitting and asked her why she was so long in the toilet today and she smartly said to them “I was constipated.” The girls feel for the lie and sat back down and thus have left them with waking up with a distasteful start to the day. The End

I'm curious to know how many people here legitimately wet the bed involuntarily. Has anyone actually caused this to happen? I used to fantasise about wetting the bed and now it's become a reality. I now have to wear nappies to bed if I've had a drink. I've even told a good few of my friends about it and I've actually quite ok with the self acceptance since then. I wonder if anyone else here has similar experiences?

It was some time in early June at the Ship Island Camp. Campers and their parents showed up in droves, disembarking from the ferry with heavy backpacks, sleeping bags, and bedrolls. They chattered with each other as they made their way towards the gate, which was wide open and decorated with a welcoming array of balloons and streamers. Most of the campers were teens, about 16 to 18 years old. Shayla was on the older side of this spectrum, at 18 years old. She looked around for familiar faces, hoping to see someone she had met from the prior years of her attendance. The entrance had a long line, filled with campers looking to get themselves checked in and pack away their things. At the end of the line, counselors stood in groups, where campers were directed to head to their respective cabins together. Shayla diligently waited with her mother in line, sipping from her thermos of ice cold water. She eagerly awaited to be put into a cabin, ideally with one of her long-time friends. Her mother asked her "Do you have everything?" Shayla nodded, mentally going through a checklist of her items. Hairbrush, mosquito spray, pillow, sleeping bag... It seemed as though she had everything. "I think I have everything, mom.", she said. Her mom reiterated, asking again "You have all of your things?" Shayla blushed at the question, but remembered that she had packed them. "Yes, I have them." They were always referred to indirectly, in some way or another. Most often they were her simply her "things". But when more clarity was needed, they were her "night-time underwear", her "just-in-case panties", or, at most, her "pull-ups". But they were never referred to as they actually where, how Shayla really thought of them: her diapers. Shayla felt that the subtle differences between these terms were all but irrelevant: they were padded underwear that absorbed her pee. Shayla had stopped wetting her bed when she was ten years old. Or so she thought, until she mysteriously began waking up to that familiar wetness in her bedding, pajamas, and panties. And just as soon as her parents knew that these accidents weren't flukes, the plastic sheet came out of the closet. And with it came the diapers. At first she cursed at her inability to hold herself in her sleep, but eventually came to begrudgingly accept her reality. Even in her long stretches of blissful night-time dryness, Shayla had always been accident-prone. She couldn't always hold it, and she often overestimated her bladder control. She had accidents only sometimes though, and mostly just small ones that were easy enough to clean. As the line further advanced, Shayla realized that she should begin seeking out the bathroom. Nevertheless, the line advanced slowly. Eventually, she made it to the front, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Her mother resisted asking her if she needed to pee, figuring that it would be embarrassing. After checking in, Shayla walked towards the wide circle of counselors. An assistant smiled and pointed her to her cabin: "You will be in the whitewater cabin, it's over there." Shayla walked in the indicated direction, but noticed one of her friends along the way. "Hi Amanda!", she smiled and waved. "Hi Shayla, what cabin are you in?" Shayla replied "Whitewater cabin." Amanda replied "Oh, never been in that one." Shayla walked up to her own cabin, becoming more aware of her need to pee. She knew where the bathrooms where, but they were far away and she still needed to put away her stuff. Her counselor cheerily introduced herself as Shayla approached and set her stuff down. "Hello there, welcome to Whitewater Cabin! My name is Fern." She extended her hand. Shayla replied in turn by introducing herself. Fern looked around at her cabin. There were only four other girls there (usually either per cabin) and no one that Shayla personally knew. Fern gazed at her clipboard and performed a mental head count of who all was there. "OK, I think that's everyone. Are we ready to go?" Shayla thought to herself Yeah I'm ready to go. To go directly in my pants. Everyone generally seemed to agree and they prepared to embark. Shayla quickly lifted her heavy backpack, which sent a wave of desperation through her. She even lost control for a second, resulting in a few drops of pee in her panties. After regaining control, she followed the others to Whitewater Cabin. The walk was mostly in silence, as they would be expected to introduce themselves later. Shayla knew this was for the best, each step proved more difficult for the last as her bladder pleaded for release. The girls finally got to their cabin. In mechanical fashion, bedrolls were unfurled, sleeping bags were placed, and bags were stashed in their respective places. Shayla noticed that this cabin lacked the traditional, old mattresses that other cabins had. This one had new ones, with a thick plastic outside. It reminded her of her mattress at home. Shayla had been careful to hide her embarrassing secret beneath a thick block of strategically-placed underwear, socks, and shirts. Shayla always packed spare underwear with her, just in case something happened. Just in case something was about to happen. As the parents filtered out and said their goodbyes, the girls turned to each other and to Fern. "Alright everyone," Fern said, "welcome to your new home for the next two weeks." Fern looked awkwardly around. She had a cute smile, and seemed to be kind of shy. "Does anyone know why you're in this specific cabin?" Shayla had already been putting the pieces together, but Fern's question made it immediately clear: This wasn't Whitewater Cabin. This was Yellowwater Cabin. Shayla, still desperately needing to pee, crossed her legs silently as she sat on her bunk. Maybe only she knew, maybe everyone knew, but Shayla wasn't about to share her secret to four strangers. Everyone else seemed to have the same idea. Only the faint sound of Shayla's bouncing, crossed, leg could be heard. Finally, Fern broke the silence. "You're all here because your parents indicated that you might sometimes have night-time accidents." The room became even more still and silent as each camper's worst nightmare was realized. "Now, don't you girls worry about a thing. The thought behind this cabin was that you all have the same problems, and you all know how best to deal with them. You have everything you need: protected sheets, cleaning stuff, and the first shower of the day." Fern continued explaining that it's OK to have accidents sometimes The shower part sounded nice, Shayla thought, since the showers were usually cold by the time she could get to them. She thought about that warm shower, about standing in the warm water, about it flowing down her back and legs... Shayla snapped out of her daydream abruptly when she caught another small leak go into her panties. Not now she thought, as she summoned more strength to hold on. Not immediately after everyone here knows I'm a bedwetter. But it was little use. Fern was not done talking, and she didn't want to be rude. Periodically, little dribbles of pee escaped. Shayla felt lucky to be on a protected mattress. Shayla continued to listen to Fern's speech, eagerly waiting for it to end. Part of her wished she had a diaper on right now, just so she could take care of it.

*** Nudity Warning *** If you dont like nudity, then look away. But I personally think we should embrace our body and be proud of it! Here is the full set of photos we took when I was relaxing and wetting myself in bed last night, then laying naked on my wet bed. Just because a lot of people have mentioned wanting to see my girly area naked. I wanted to post in a separate thread just incase some people dont want to see nudity. Hope you all enjoy. Happy Wet Weekend! Love Alice

Tonight with Leila was really very wet. I can even admit that it was the night of my dreams. My loving and beloved love was so daring that ....... well you can read it below. It started innocently, she came in the evening and we went for a walk. She was constantly sipping ice cream, so we stopped at the stall and started eagerly licking ice cream. When we came to my apartment, she told me that she wanted enough to want it and that she would like to make a video. The video that is here. So she knelt on the bed, in her white luxury shorts, and almost immediately I saw a strong golden strand and a wet spot spreading between her legs. He wiped it with his hand and pulled it completely soaked. I did it so that after a while she squirted right in my face and moaned loudly. Then she returned to the living room and I put on my favorite pee shorts. Their color clearly confirmed the fact that they had been pissed many times before. After a while I wanted to and I kindly told Leila that I would go to bed in my shorts. I was waiting for the reaction. .I really love this, don't worry just pee and not deal. Then I, as if nothing happened, returned to the living room to her. Her lustful beautiful eyes fluttered on my crotch and it seemed to her that she looked at my wet wedge likes. Then we spent the evening talking, planning a vacation and later we went to the now quite a lot of wet beds. I lay on my back and my love clutched over my lap. And it literally started a storm. From her naked beautiful pussy, a stream of piss began to gush under pressure. a puddle that spread under my ass. And how it hissed beautifully, wow. I kissed her passionately. When she finished, she rolled over to me and confirmed her amazing performance with another kiss. Then she put her hand on my soaked shorts and gently and sensually massaged my hardening limb. We looked and looked at the phone on the serial. After a while I wanted again and so I let it go. she stared at her phone's screen as the sound of peeing continued. For a few seconds I stopped and Leila asked me, would you? I say yes and I got the last dose again with a loud thump in my shorts. God I love that sound, that feeling of heat, freedom and perversion, that amazing wet. We enjoyed the perverted mood and watched the serial. Until we didn't want to sleep. Then the series ended, Leila rolled onto her side, thrust her wet perfect ass into my crotch and we slept in the spoon position. About half an hour, as I drank the whole I really wanted to pee again in the evening, I really didn't want to go to the toilet, turn on my back and lose the close and warm contact with the sleeping wet Leila, I didn't want to either. So I slowly started to want my shorts while I had my lap On her ass. However, what I did not expect, Leila did not sleep and so she said dryly, great, now I'm wet on my back ,,. I smiled, but then my dear told me that she really liked it and I should continue to piss .Surprisingly, she liked it so much that she started to choke too. So we took turns, she wanted for a while, me for a while. Perfect pissing games, but the wettest things they can do. The most erotic perverted night I've ever experienced with her. We were so caught up in the bed for an alternation, for about half an hour. I held her warm wet body in my arms, her ass pressed into my crotch and I managed to be really hearty. , a long stream, when the level of piss rose rapidly below us and spilled everywhere whenever one of us moved. Once again I really wanted to and in this absolutely exciting, perverse but perfect situation he fell asleep. Leila all wet in her arms, below us the high level of the golden lake and enjoying the warmth of her body, her perfect shapes, her firm back encircling my now very hard cock. And the irritating smell of peeing, I prefer not to mention that. So we slept until five o'clock in the morning when we did. after waking up, they had a long and pleasant shared bath. It was the most perverted, wettest and most wonderful night with my love that I experienced, and I can only hope that we will repeat it next Saturday, as I planned in the previous story. But if I should summarize what I like the most on bedwetting with her, so it's definitely when I want to put on my shorts while I'm lying on my back and she caresses and massages my little friend and lets hot streams of piss crouch over her hand while the ground level forms the level of a golden pond..I love it above all. This was the most perverted, perverse and wet night with my dear Leilinka. After all, in the attached photo from the morning, it is clear that it was really a very wet night and that this is definitely not a game for everyone. Not everyone can sleep in a messy bed and benefit from it the most noble and perverted warm feelings. Whether bedwetting you love, or hate, nothing in between. This morning, when I am writing this story, my dear half is going to work. I have a wash, though, I have a dilemma whether to keep the bed beautifully wet, we'll see, anyway, I'm looking forward to a night with her again. I used google translator

Using AI Software to Write Omorashi Stories I saw an article about the quality of AI software these days and thought I’d test it out to see how well it might write an omorashi-based story. Here goes! Zyro Content Generator https://zyro.com/ai/content-generator This site is more about generating content for blogs, so the content was short and not very story driven. Also, some of the samples I read suggested to me that there are a ton of blogs out there written this way… so much random shit on the internet… Writing Sample – In Health and Wellness Category – ‘Go Wild’ Option I was desperate to pee. I had been waiting in the doctors office for the ultrasound for over 45 minutes and I had yet to be called. They make you arrive at the appointment with a full bladder and I had followed the instructions to the letter. A visit to the bathroom was now well overdue and I was beginning to get very worried. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could and hoped that I would be called soon. Why had I worn light colored jeans today? Generated Text - 1 I was desperate to pee. I had been waiting in the doctors office for the ultrasound for over 45 minutes and I had yet to be called. They make you arrive at the appointment with a full bladder and I had followed the instructions to the letter. A visit to the bathroom was now well overdue and I was beginning to get very worried. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could and hoped that I would be called soon. Why had I worn light colored jeans today? The doctor looked right into mine and said, "Yes we are going out tonight." At this moment I felt like she wanted me to go outside so bad but instead she asked if he'd bring back his clothes before it started raining. He took her order of what they have on sale; $40 worth (they sell them all day). She threw up when she got home only one hour later than normal because again nothing special happened! Generated Text - 2 I was desperate to pee. I had been waiting in the doctors office for the ultrasound for over 45 minutes and I had yet to be called. They make you arrive at the appointment with a full bladder and I had followed the instructions to the letter. A visit to the bathroom was now well overdue and I was beginning to get very worried. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could and hoped that I would be called soon. Why had I worn light colored jeans today? It seems like an awkward look on someone who should have blue denim pants (maybe if they were thicker, it might help hide some of their girth). As our bell rang out: "You're not going to urinate?" We replied yes but we didn't want to hold up any more deliveries or wait around much longer before receiving them. The doctor said he'd see what needed fixing next day so his daughter took her leave early after she made lunch. By 8am we left again hoping none came back late without us; only one did. Writing Sample 2 – In Travel Category – ‘Go Wild’ Option I needed to pee. I couldn't wait any longer. I had tried crossing my legs, wiggling my foot, and even, much to my embarrassment, holding myself. Nothing seemed to work and I was minutes away from wetting my panties. Generated Text -1 I needed to pee. I couldn't wait any longer. I had tried crossing my legs, wiggling my foot, and even, much to my embarrassment, holding myself. Nothing seemed to work and I was minutes away from wetting my panties. My eyes opened slowly at the same moment that a voice started whispering in our ears. "Ohhh fuck! Generated Text - 2 I needed to pee. I couldn't wait any longer. I had tried crossing my legs, wiggling my foot, and even, much to my embarrassment, holding myself. Nothing seemed to work and I was minutes away from wetting my panties. "So…you're not happy?" Mary asked me as she pulled up her t-shirt slightly revealing the beautiful bulge underneath. "You never want this." (She knew what we were talking about.) What a horrible way for us both _________________________________ Next up I tried to find another program and ran into a bunch of spam, paid products, and programs to help you write (but not to write for you). So much spam, and infinite spam loops. Like looking for porn online in the late 90s. I couldn’t find another and wanted to have more fun writing. So I just messed around with Zyro, here are some more results.

its me I hope you enjoy it !!!! Leila Bedwetting.mp4

I love him POČŮRÁNÍ.mp4

Hi,Ïts video from my boyfriend on my bed. enjoy it !! dopolední počůrání.mp4

We was pissing together allnight 4times.... really wet and warm

“Hey guys, Lois Lane reporter for the Daily Planet here and I would love to share a compilation of my many stories of wetting myself. To have some background information on myself I’ve never had a fetish for this, like my friend Lana Lang, but I’ve had a few accidents at work and at home but it didn’t unlock that same potential as my friend. Today it was going to completely change... It was 1 am in the morning I was sleeping in the Fortress Of Solitude with Superman like I always do everyday, but today was not normal. I woke up at 1 absolutely desperate to pee and I was at the verge of exploding, now some of you guys should be saying “Hey Lois why don’t you wet the bed? Problem solved.” Now I completely hate bed wetting and I don’t want to do that, so I jump out of bed quietly and go looking for the bathroom. Oh sorry I didn’t tell you the full story, it was 7:00 PM last night Clark brought me here to celebrate my birthday and we had a lot of alcohol. Yeah I think you see where this is going, so we both got crazy drunk and I skipped using the bathroom at 11 and went straight to bed. So there’s the story, oh and another thing is that I love to sleep nude, so there I am walking own the long corridors of the Fortress Of Solitude completely naked and desperate to pee so badly. So there I am walking to the bathroom, but for the life of me I forgot where the bathroom is and I don’t want to wake up Clark just for him to tell me where it is, so I just walk aimlessly and trying my best to remember after I ate dinner last night where I walked to. Just then I see it, I’m just almost there and at the same joyful moment I leak a bit, but I put it aside as I’ve made it. I run straight for the door and I start twisting the doorknob and nothing was working, I twist it again and again but nothing. I whisper to myself fuck, fuck, fuck! I have to go so bad. I check the back to see if there is a secret entrance into it, but there no secret entrance, I have come with the terms that it was best to wet the bed so I make my way back to the bed with relatively ease and hop straight in and just when I’m settled down I explode. I felt warm my hot piss erupt out of me and the bed increasing in warmth, it wasn’t too bad. Now after this I started having this happen regularly and it was fun and enjoyable. Within seconds of this I starting to wonder if Clark actually gets turned on by this and I hope he does because would you if you girlfriend accidentally wets herself on purpose for you? As time goes by I ask him the question and he replied with a yes, I was so stunned by this as he actually loves it. Now we had so much fun with my kink after any interview or whatever he would make me wet myself on purpose. Now today was a treat because tomorrow we are going to get married! And why not celebrate it by going out the night before to a night club and dance the night away. Once we got inside my coke I drank for my dinner was starting to make my bladder tick. I was absolutely desperate when we were on the dance floor and this was because I wanted to have some alcohol first. Now when we were dancing I lost control and I made a huge mess, but Clark loved every inch of it. After a long night we walked back to my car and drove back home luckily I only had one glass of wine. “Lois!” Clark spoke “Lois I think you should tone down on the public wettings, look you wet today and yesterday you wet yourself at the supermarket. Look honey I think you should get diapers to go in public.” Diapers? “Yes Lois, diapers.” So you want me to be like Lana don’t you? “Of course I don’t, it’s just my fetish, I loved it ever since the school camp where had to pick someone to sleep with and I picked Lana. Now she would force me to play with her and I never said no because I was intrigued. So there’s the back story and at 2 am in the morning I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t think Lana could as well, then I told her that I couldn’t sleep and then she exposed herself because she couldn’t hold it in for much longer and I watched open eyed at this girl wetting herself in a diaper. Ever since that I love, but yes your sort of right I want you to have sort of the same traits as her, but not be like a copy of her and your not like her because she hates bed wetting.” Once we got back to my apartment, my soon to be husband asked me if we should have a romantic fly around the city like we did when we first met and I accepted. But first I had to get out of this piss-ridden dress and into some cleaner clothes, once that objective was done I walked out and Superman was there smiling at me. I was only still in my lingerie when he did this and I went to continue getting dressed. As soon as I wore something that made me look like an angle, we were off! It felt as magical as the first time we met, we flew over builds, over the sea and flew around the Statue Of Liberty and it felt great. Until midway into it, I was getting desperate to pee, but I didn’t want to ruin this moment and held it in. After flying passed the moon it was starting to grow, I knew I would not be able to keep it in for much longer, but again I kept it in because I did not want to ruin this romantic scene. When the clouds faded into the ocean, I found it very hard to grab my crotch if your boyfriend’s got his arm around your chest to stop you from falling. As we passed the oceans I started to feel better and the pressure went away, but was we flew passed the work I really, really, REALLY NEEDED TO PEE. I couldn’t help it, I started to build up courage to tell Superman that I need to go to the toilet and just saying it now it feels embarrassing. I ask Clark about it and immediately says “No, you have to hold it.” And he was right I actually did make it we got back with only seconds to spare and then make the kill and succeed. Now we hope into bed and then I told him the story at the Fortress and tells me that he purposely lock the doors to make me wet the bed. We both fall asleep instantly and I could not wait for the big day tomorrow! To Be Continued...

Hey guys my name is Lara Croft, I’m a famous adventurer and explorer. Now I’ll be telling you the side of the story you don’t get to see usually. These stories will portray my naughty side that I like to hide away and I think it’s time to let it out. Two years ago I found this tomb that claims it has the key to Atlantis, yes the lost city of Atlantis. When I walked inside I could feel the cave getting hotter, I was sweating so much and after stopping to breathe. I accidentally leaned back and broke the wall and it revealed to be a pool of lava, no wonder why it was so hot. I continued on, but it was no use the heat of lava made me not concentrate properly as I almost fell down a cliff, so what I did was I stripped completely nude and it helped so much. I felt so much better, I could concentrate better on the objective and after walking on the edge of the cliff I really had to spend a penny (this usually happens when I over hydrate myself). I’ve never been a fan of tinkling in ancient tombs and that’s the reason why I love wearing nappies and I wear them because I’ve got such a weak bladder. Now this hasn’t been a good friend to me because usually when I have to hide somewhere my stupid bladder likes to empty there and I cannot forget the time when I had to crap so badly and I fart giving away my position and the I shat myself tied up. So I soldiered on, I walked past countless traps and booby traps, I could feel it growing and I could feel how desperate I needed to powder my nose. In a few seconds I made it to the main room where the key was stored, as I walked slowly towards it a wave of desperation struck me, I knew I wouldn’t make it and there is no way I’m putting my nappy back on because I was intrigued for some reason to pee in an ancient tomb for the second time. You’ll probably be wondering what happened the first time, well what really happened was... On my first expedition I drank too much water that I really, really had to go and then couldn’t hold it in any longer and I wet my cargo pants. So I grabbed the key and nothing happened after taking it and I definitely could not bare it anymore, so I bend down and popped a squat and weed in seconds. Also something you should know about me is that this is my fetish, I love to purposely hold it in longer and I extremely love it when I can’t hold anymore back. Then all I remember afterwards is hearing a big WHACK! and then waking up in a camp, I knocked unconscious and I woke up in bondages and I didn’t finish emptying my bladder! I was fidgeting so much as I could even squeeze my bladder (a trick I find helps hold it in better) because of chains that covers my naked exposed pussy and there’s no way of taking it off by just yourself. I guy came in shortly after that and already peeked inside my bag as he started name calling me “diaper girl”, now these guys know my secrets. Now I see this guy looks up at me and I can spot a boner, I then seduce him to come closer and force him to take off the chains, but he didn’t want to and I got so fed up with him. But then I hear a dripping noise and I realised that I’m weeing, he then take it off for me then and then I realised that he is wearing a mask and he takes it off and it’s my good friend Jonah, who is usually my hero when I’m a damsel in distress. To Be Continued...

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Chapter One The first thing Amber was aware of as she woke up was that her head was a little fuzzy. She groaned as she realised that she had too much to drink last night. The next thing she became aware of was that she was not in her bed, but on her friend Samantha’s sofa, and Sam was stood over her looking very pissed off. “Look at what you’ve done,” said Sam. Amber followed Sam’s gaze down to her crotch, and realised that she was lying in a wet patch. She reached under the skirt she was still wearing from the night before and felt that the tights underneath were wet, and clinging to her. “I…I don’t understand,” said Amber as she began to realise what had happened. “Let me clear things up for you then,” said Sam, “You had too much to drink, embarrassed yourself at the party by laying across some old perv’s lap so he could ‘spank’ you, then you came back here with me, because you were worried that your mum would be annoyed if you came home that drunk. You woke up all the neighbours on the way in, and my little brother and sister. Then you collapsed on my sofa and to top it all off, you’ve gone and pissed yourself all over it.” “I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” said Amber. She wasn’t lying. The rest of it was quite bad, but wetting herself was incredibly humiliating. She’d never had an accident, at least not since being old enough to remember. Holly, a girl at school a few years back had, and she had been teased mercilessly for it, and Amber had joined in with the teasing. One particular comment was coming back to haunt her now. Amber had told Holly that if she still wet her knickers like a baby, she should wear nappies. Amber had thought it funny at the time. She didn’t anymore. “You should be embarrassed, and you will be. You’re my friend, and I’ve tried to warn you not to drink so much when we go out. Anything could happen to you. Luckily for you, my parents are away, so I can teach you a little lesson today.” “Teach me a lesson?” asked Amber. She didn’t like where this was heading. “Yes. You won’t like it, but just in case you get any ideas…” Sam showed Amber a picture on her phone. It showed Amber, lying on the sofa in the school uniform costume she had worn to the party last night. Her face was clearly visible. As if the puddle she was lying in wasn’t telling enough, her knees were up and her legs parted, giving a clear view up her skirt. It was very obvious that she had wet herself. “Are you blackmailing me?” asked Amber. “I guess I am,” said Sam. “I don’t want to send this to anybody. If you do as you’re told, you’re going to have a very embarrassing time, but it won’t leave this house. If you refuse to co-operate, then this goes out to all our friends. Your call.” Amber thought about it, but only briefly. That picture could not get out. She had seen what had happened to Holly, had been part of it, when she had wet herself, and they had all been younger then. She didn’t want everybody knowing her dirty secret. “What do you want me to do?” Amber asked.

Did you keep it a secret from them? Did they find out in the most embarrassing way? Did they tease you for it? Were you open about it?

Last night I returned home from work for my weekend off, thankful that another week had been crossed off. I always like a drink on a Friday night, regardless of the lockdown or anything else that’s going on. As usual for a Friday I ordered a takeaway and began messaging friends to see what they were up to, as per I got varied responses ranging from; just woken up to “Bugger off, I’m about to gan balls deep in the missus” ooookkkaaayyy. Anyhoo, I carried on with my revelry. I was drinking vodka and Diet Pepsi, though I’m given to understand I was also drinking rum and red wine at some point too. It was a good night, it was nice just chatting with friends and feeling the time melt away. I watched TV, listened to music, swiped through Tinder (apparently not a great idea at 6am whilst drunk) and did a small hold. Having been drinking since 11pm and finally calling it quits at 8am, I was pretty beat and a little worse for wear. So as per my nightly routine, I went for a wee before bed. This is something I always do, regardless of alcohol consumption. So, bladder emptied I returned to the bedroom to get some shut eye. I wasn’t sure what to wear, I felt quite cute so I wanted something that reflected my mood. I began searching for a particular pair of pyjamas; they’re suuuuper cute. They’re grey and white, with a pink waistband and decorated with rainbows and cute sheep, I looked everywhere but could not find them. I’m guessing my ex stole them after our split, luckily however, they came as a two part set. The only difference is the cute animals that decorate the garment, one has sheep and one has penguins. Pyjamas chosen, I decided to wear a diaper underneath, again I was feeling cute so it was a natural choice. The pyjama bottoms are quite tight as well, so my padded bum is really obvious and when I’m at home I really like that. I crawled into bed and snuggled into my blanket and cuddlies. I was seriously warm and cozy and I was drifting off fairly quickly. However, suddenly I got a sharp urge to pee. I’d only been maybe ten minutes before but I guess this is what alcohol does. But I was so warm and cozy I just didn’t want to get out of bed. I did debate whether to get out of bed but I was wearing a fresh pull-up diaper, I was warm, cozy and beginning to go to my little side too, so I just relaxed and let it flow. It wasn’t a long pee and I was too tired to truly enjoy the feeling but it did feel really really nice and the warm tingly dampness that spread from my genitals to my bum really helped me drift off. I was so relaxed that, clutching my cuddlies I drifted off into the embrace of sleep. I wasn’t asleep long. I was awake by 10.30 and I’d woken up very much as I had went to sleep. I was still clutching my cuddlies and all cozy and snuggled In bed, but there was something different. As I shifted around a little I could feel a dampness against my hips and legs. What the hell? I thought to myself. Surely I haven’t actually wet the bed? Part of my brain was saying to ignore it, get more sleep and deal with it later, another part was telling me to get up immediately and see what had happened, another part entirely was praying for someone to take over the situation for me; come in, clean up my mess, shower me with affection and put me back to bed, as I say, at this stage I was still on my little side. I ended up getting out of bed to see what happened for myself. The sheets were wet, but they weren’t sodden. My diaper didn’t really seem that bad either. I was puzzled, still am a little bit. Anyway, I stripped my sheets off the bed and began the journey to my kitchen to put them in the washing machine. At this point I had removed my pyjama bottoms so I was only wearing my pj top and diaper. I walked into the kitchen and got the shock of my life, in my drunken state I’d totally forgotten to shut my kitchen blinds and my neighbours were pottering in the yard, I was in plain sight. I honestly don’t think anyone saw me, but by god did I get a fright. So anyway, I dashed out of sight as quickly as possible and donned some trousers, I was still wearing my cute pj top but I couldn’t care less about that. Right now I’m still feeling cute and I’m still wearing the same pj top but because of pee getting on the matching bottoms, I’ve switched to a red pair of pj shorts, which as it’s quite warm right now, they feel really nice. Im also feeling massively exhausted and quite delicate, think I’ll be drinking a lot of coffee today. I still honestly don’t know why my bed was wet. I guess maybe my diaper had leaked from when I’d peed in it whilst in bed? Honestly not sure, anyone have any ideas? Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!

Hello everyone! Here is where I will update my regular experiences, videos, photos, stories and any new content so everyone has a main thread to follow if they want to! I will update in this thread anytime I have anything new, like videos, photos, experiences etc! ****** ****** For anyone that doesnt know me, my name is Alice! I am a 26 year old British girl with a genuine passion for wetting myself, and peeplay and experimenting with different outfits and new ways to enjoy some kinky wet fun. I'm a short, 5ft 2, blonde girl and sometimes quite shy, but I like to share my experiences with wetting myself because it's a part of me that brings me so much joy, happiness and is also a huge turn on for me and my boyfriend Dave. We have been together for 8 years now and we live together, but I also like watching other girls wet their pants too and think I maybe a little bi or at least curious about that side of me, too. I first got into wetting when I was just 18 when me and my boyfriend first started dating. I discovered his fetish for seeing girls wet their pants by accident only a few weeks into dating, so I was super curious and thought "this sounds really hot". So I kept insinuating that I would be prepared to do it after I watched a fair few videos of other girls online. So eventually I did try it. I laid on my back in bed, put a towel under my butt, and let him watch me pee my pink panties. It felt incredible! And it was such a turn on for me to just lay there and wet myself on purpose while he watched. He was obviously very turned on abd we had an amazing time that night if you know what I mean and it gave me a lot of confidence! I wet myself a further 3 times that night, in my panties, naked, and on him and it the most erotic, passionate night I've ever experienced! It lit something up inside me and I kept thinking about it again and again, and there is just something about it that makes me feel like a really naughty girl. Like innocent, but very kinky at the same time. I also love that wonderful sense of relief, and that forbidden, sudden warmth that spreads in my crotch or under my butt, or all down my legs when I'm in tight jeans. There is just nothing else like it! It makes me feel like a bad girl peeing in naughty places too, and it is my biggest turn on! I do it regularly now whenever I get the chance, and love trying it in different, fun and exciting ways! It turns me on more than pretty much anything else now! I think I've always thought it was hot even before I was 18, but never experimented with it sexually until I met Dave. I have never been ashamed of this kink either, its just a part of me and my boyfriend (Dave), and we have always been so open and experimental with it and both enjoy it so much! I would much rather wet myself than go to the toilet most days if I could, but I also know this isn't always practical in real life . We have talked about sharing some things online every now and then over the years, and in fact we actually did post a video of me wetting my Jean's in bed back in 2015, but I wanted to share my experiences now and bring a bit of joy to others too, and show everyone that there is nothing wrong with peeing your pants for pleasure, and that it can be an amazing thing to do! I enjoy going out on beautiful country walks and drives too, and love exploring. And it's also super fun to film my naughty exploits when we do this! I hope you all enjoy my content, and please feel free to comment, share your opinions, ask me questions, or just lurk and enjoy the free content if you want. Anything I make from sales from my paid videos is going to go towards some new outfits and jeans to wet, so I can keep making some videos and experiment some more and have a little fun. Big love, Alice ❤❤❤❤

To the best of my memory, this story is 100% true. I previously posted it in a reply on someone else's question, but decided to do a little editing and make my own post. I am quite proud of this memory as it is genuinely when I found my love for omorashi. I first discovered I was into wetting when I was a month away from my 8th birthday. It was early fall I and was in second grade. We lived about 2 miles out of town and just down the road from us lived a boy my age. His name was Jered. He had already turned 8 years old in August. He was average height, like me, with curly blonde hair and green eyes. We were playing tag outside, around a beat-up shed behind his house. Now, this wasn't your typical shed with one door. There were 2 rooms and 2 ways in! You came in the door on one side, had to go through another door to get in the second room, and could exit that room through another door on the other side of the shed. For a couple of 2nd grade boys it was perfect for tag! I was "it", which wasn't surprising. He had always been a faster runner than me ever since we met around kindergarten. So as I'm chasing him, Jered manages to lose me. I run through the shed hoping to catch him on the other side and when I come around the corner he is standing completely still, facing me. This confused me, because as I approached he didn't try to run or evade me in any way, and that seemed way out of character for him. I asked him what was wrong, thinking there had to be something. He always took advantage of the fact that he was more athletic than I was. He looked at me with a straight face and said "I just peed my pants." I looked at the front of his shorts and was more confused, because I could not see a wet stain. The shorts he was wearing were black, gray, and orange, and were made of the same material as swimming trunks. "No you didn't, your shorts aren't wet." I said, calling him on the fact that he looked dry. He said "Yes I did, see." and he pulled down the front of the shorts revealing his white, fruit-of-the-loom briefs. It was then I could clearly see the wet stain starting just above the bump of his small penis and covering the entire front pouch down between his legs. I was amazed that he was indeed wet, but seeing wasn't enough. I asked if I could feel it, and he said I could. Out of raw curiosity, I touched the front of his underwear right over his penis and sure enough they were soaked. I then felt the shorts and they were soaked as well. As I touched him for that brief moment I felt strong feelings of excitement. I didn't know anything when it came to sexual feelings, but as I've looked back on the incident, I've come to realize that these were some of my very first feelings of sexual arousal. As my hand felt the wet material of his briefs, I was aware of the fact that his penis was just beneath the saturated cotton. My heart was beating hard and fast, and though I don't remember for sure, I'm almost certain I had an erection. Our game of tag was over at that point, but we stayed near the shed talking until it was nearly dark outside and I heard my mom calling for me. He continued to confess to me that he often woke up in the morning with damp underwear but claimed he wasn't wetting the bed… I obviously didn't believe him. Before I ran home, I asked him if I could feel his underwear one more time. He pulled down the front of his shorts again and let me run my fingers over the damp cotton of his briefs. The rest of that evening I couldn't stop thinking about Jered peeing his pants and I was intrigued by the fact that no one would ever know he did it, besides me, because he looked completely dry! I was curious about what it felt like. Up until then, I could only remember wetting my pants twice in my life. The drama attached to those incidents didn't afford me the opportunity to enjoy it or really even remember what it was like. Running home, I decided I was going to try wetting myself on purpose. As I was getting ready for bed about an hour after getting home, I refrained from using the toilet and drank a glass of water to make sure I would have to pee. My strongest desire was to know what it felt like to fully wet myself and get away with it. In my mind the easiest way to do that was to wet my bed, because I had two pairs of identical, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, pajamas. I thought I could wear one pair to wet my bed and sleep in. Then, I could quickly change into the clean, dry pair in the morning before mom caught me, and if I just covered the wet spot with my blankets mom would never know. I hadn't wet my bed in over a year and even those one or two incidents were considered extremely rare and were attributed to stress from my parents fighting. So, after I was tucked in and kissed good night and I knew mom wouldn't be back in, I began trying to pee. It wasn't easy as I was trying to undo almost 6 years of being well potty trained. My mistake, of course, was that I was trying to push it out rather than just relaxing and letting it go. I needed to pee badly enough that it eventually started to work and I felt the first squirt of intentional pee leave my penis and seep into my briefs. At the feeling of that warm wetness, I knew I was hooked. Lying on my back, I continued trying to push it out. Two or three more squirts followed the first until I was finally letting it go. Pee gushed into my underwear soaking my crotch and flowing between my legs and over my sides making a warm pool under my bottom. I peed until I was done and for a moment just laid there in shock that I had actually followed through with something so naughty, as I was usually a very well behaved child. Finally, curiosity took over and I let my hands wander; first touching the sheet below me to feel the puddle of urine that I had been holding in for the event, then reaching up and the feeling the front of my pajamas. Going further, I slipped my hand inside to feel my briefs. Everything was soaking wet and warm and I wondered why I had waited so long to try something that felt so wonderful. As I fondled the front of my wet underwear I was aware that my penis was hard. Being clueless about anything even remotely related to sex, I didn't know what to do about it. I only knew that it felt good, so after feeling myself for a bit, I fell asleep in my wet bed. In the morning, I woke up to discover that I was not only still wet from my previous night's experiment, but I had actually wet my bed by accident in my sleep. I quickly got up and changed into clean underwear and my spare pajamas and threw the wet clothing under my bed. I then covered the wet spot with my top sheet and blankets and went about my day. Mom did not catch me, so far..!