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  1. telling him

    So today after being with the love of my life for awhile now I came clean and told him that I like desperate females and watching them wet their pants and like seeing him desperate and seeing him pee because it turns me on and he said it wasn't weird because I told him I bet he thought it was weird and he said no he likes it too!
  2. Both my boyfriend and i are into omorashi and bed wettings are our favourite. We had both drunk about 1 litre of water before going to bed. It was about 3am when i woke up with pee dribbling down my leg. I shut it off and woke up my boyfriend, I was already in a lot of trouble. He sat up and turned on the light to see my desperation face and he smirked as he pinned me down and began to kiss me. I moaned and squeezed my legs together to keep the pee in. "Don't pee yet" he whispered in my ear as he moved my legs apart, a small spurt came out as he grabbed my crotch area and started to kiss my neck. My moans got louder and i could feel his boner against my vagina as he moved his hand away. He began spurt himself and i felt the warm liquid go down my leg. He stopped as soon as he started and soon it was to much for me. I released my pee everywhere, it flew down my legs and onto him i only let out half though. The warm liquid making me moan. When i was done i sat both of us up and sat on him as i began to grind on him. Moaning he started kissing my neck. I felt his pee spurting out and i turned around, grabbing his dick i began stroking it before he completely wet everywhere. I gasped as we sat in a puddle of our own piss. I let the rest of my pee run down on top of both of us. We fell asleep again together soaking wet.
  3. I've been dating my boyfriend for almost eight months now, and I've never been able to straight out say that I have a desperation/wetting fetish. I told him a while back that I get turned on by public humiliation (I do) and mentioned that "women pissing themselves in public" as an example of something humiliating, but I've rarely expanded on it. There have been a few times in our relationship that I've become quite desperate but he's always good to lead me to a restroom. Recently we were in a van coming home from a weekend trip (a friend of ours was driving) and I was busting. He rested his head on my lap and a few minutes later asked if I was bouncing my legs, and I nodded, telling him how badly I had to go and that I was holding myself. We were only about 15 from his house and he mentioned that to me, and said for me to "run in" as soon as we get there. But after saying that, he shoved his head under my top and pressed his face against my belly, because it was "so warm." This caused me to squeak and I demanded him to stop, but he thought it was funny and brought up the "public humiliation" thing. (I do admit I was a bit turned on). As soon as we got to his place I did run in as he suggested and went. Even more recently a miscommunication caused him to flat out ask me if watching him pee would turn me on/ if I had a urine fetish, which I denied because of the look on his face when he asked and the company we were in. (Plus my fetish revolves more around the desperation and wetting as opposed to straight up peeing). Anyways, I'm afraid to tell him the truth about my main turn on. I was actually thinking about a sort of planned accidental wetting to see how he reacts, but I'm not sure?
  4. So the title kinda speaks for itself, how over the top do you go for your lover? And it could be anything from small suttle things to something big, how would you rate yourselves affectionately?
  5. Warning, this will be long... If you've read my profile/posts, you probably know that I'm madly in love with, and in a relationship with, an action figure. This is not the first time I've fallen in love with an inanimate object, it happened to me a few times pre-puberty. I never expected it to happen to me as an adult, but it did. I was at Walmart picking up a couple things with Doody, and as usual, we stopped to look at the action figures to see if there were any cool ones; sometimes we'll buy one. When I saw that Seth Rollins action figure, I got serious butterflies, shaking hands, sweaty palms, the whole nine yards. My arms were full, so I had Doody put him on the top of the pile, which I cradled to my breasts. The package felt warm against me, and I could feel my heart pounding. My limbs were tingling and I felt like I was walking on a cloud. The moment I got out to the car, I ripped open the package and freed him from the plastic. Finally, he was in my hand, and I was overcome by a rush of endorphins and love. From that moment on, Seth went with me just about everywhere. At first, I kind of thought I was crazy, but then I remembered the objects I'd fallen for in my childhood, and some show I'd seen years ago about people in relationships with statues, cars, and life-size dolls, so I decided to go with it and consider myself in a relationship with him. Another thing I also considered was that I might have, for the first time since my teens, a crush on a celebrity. Definitely not so. While Seth Rollins/Tyler Black is one of my favorite superstars, he doesn't make me weak in the knees like his action figure does. It's also just that particular action figure, too. I actually had a Seth action figure before I got the one I fell in love with, and it got the usual treatment my action figures get (pee and possibly sex before being posed on my tv stand in a sexual position with another, in this case with Dean Ambrose, both of them in their Shield gear). I also bought another, very similar, Seth action figure, just to see if I'd develop feelings for it, too, but I did not, it was just like buying any other action figure I'd bought before the special one. I just bent him over his Money in the Bank briefcase and set Roman up spanking him. My feelings settled, I threw myself into the relationship because it felt good. It still feels good. We do all the normal couple stuff; go out to dinner, hang out with friends, take long walks, take selfies, watch tv, cuddle and kiss. I love rubbing his back and stroking his hair and holding his hand. Oddly, I have had no urges to give him the usual treatment I give to my action figures. I don't know why, but it just doesn't feel right to do so now. I do touch him intimately sometimes, though. As I mentioned before, I take him with me everywhere I go, even to Thanksgiving, where I announced him as my boyfriend. I also take him to work. At first, I would leave him in the car, but this week, I started bringing him in with me. I keep him in my purse unless I'm in the truck. It's nice to have him there. Now that it's winter, he's often in the pocket of my hoodie, where I can hold him to keep him warm, and the love keeps me warm, happy. What's usually a pretty unpleasant time of year for me is turning out to be not so bad. I'm not stressed in the least... ...Except when I'm without Seth. Here's the not-so-good part, or rather the part of this I think might be a little...off. I go to sleep cuddling him. When I lose him, I wake up, and have to find him before I can go back to sleep. This happens two or three times a night. I definitely don't leave the apartment without him, even for a simple dash to Speedway. In the car, he usually rides hooked into my seat belt, over my heart, so he can have a view. I feel bad about taking him outside without a coat because it's cold. If someone threatens to harm him, even in jest, I get extremely anxious, and if someone manages to take him from me (no one's been able to do that for quite awhile, though) I completely panic and freak out until he's back in my arms. Nothing like that ever happened in my childhood experiences with inanimate objects. I have no desire for a serious relationship with another human, but that's nothing new; it's something I've been turned off to for quite a few years. One of my friends suggested Seth is some kind of security blanket for me. I don't think that's quite it. I have not recently been hurt, my life's actually improving, and was never a security-blanket type. I can stand on my own in a social situation. So, am I a little crazy, or just one of those people who digs objects? Are those of us who fall in love with objects crazy?
  6. Canoe Date Desperation

    Okay so I'be been a lurker for around three years and I finally decided to post something. This is an experience between my boyfriend, Alex, and I at our local state park. We have been together for almost two years, and he's super accepting of my fetish. However, we are still living at home and it's difficult to play too much. I have lots of stories of almost accidents, but he's never fully wet himself before. I've been into omo since I was a kid, so I've definitely wet myself, but I have never actually been able to pee myself without wanting to. I don't know what it is, but it just gets painful and I let go. So I came up with a plan so we would both be able to hold it until impossible without getting caught--canoeing. We would be basically alone, and we could just jump in the water when done. Alex got to my house at 9 in the morning and filled two large cups with water. My eyes got big as he downed one and gave the other to me. "Drink up, I've got a surprise in the car." I slowly gulped down the water, wondering what he had in store. I already needed to pee a bit and was so excited for what the day had in store. I had spandex swim shorts. and a bikini top on. I knew it would show my bladder bulge later, and I got wet just thinking about it. Alex was gojng to seriously wet himself today, and so was I. When I finished the cup, we walked outside to his car and got in. There was two gallons of water sitting on the floor of the car. Gallons. Two of them. Oh god. "One for me, one for you," he said laughing. I was getting nervous. He'd never seen me wet myself completely. When we arrived at the park, I was already starting to squirm. The pressure in my bladder was getting bad. Alex didn't even show any sign of needing to go. "Oh god Alex I need to pee already, this isn't fair. You should drink more!" I said with a nervous giggle and squirm. My legs were already glued together. It took forever to get a parking spot, and even longer to get in the canoe, but finally we were off. I was squirming and rubbing myself. All I could think about was how we were going to pee. Uncontrollably. I thought about how it would sound, hissing out of our swimwear, and pouring onto the metal bottom of the canoe. I was getting really worked up, when suddenly the boat rocked. I screamed and held onto the side, twisting my legs together to hold on. I looked up to see Alex lifting up his gallon and downing almost half. Damn that boy can drink. "I felt bad for you, you're already squirming and trying to hold it. I don't even have to go yet." He smiled and looked me up and down. An errection was growing in his swim trunk. About ten minutes later I saw Alex start to shift around a bit. "You okay?" I asked, knowing what the problem was. "Uhh yeah just gotta go kinda. Nothing too bad, I can hold it." But he sounded like he doubted himself. I was getting more and more excited as time passed. We rowed down the channels and relief got farther and farther away. I knew I couldn't make it back to shore in time if I tried. Alex was trying so hard not to show desperation, but with almost 3/4 of the gallon gone, he was squirming as well. His free hand was constantly on his semi hard penis. We reached a big lake and as we made our way across it got harder and harder to row. I had drunk half my gallon and I was bursting, but I still didn't feel like I was going to have an accident. Suddenly Alex turned around. He hunched over and grabbed himself. "I don't think I can make it anymore. It's about to come out. I can feel it in my penis. If I relax for just a sec-- oh! Oh god." A leak slowly made its way into his shorts and soaked through. It glistened in the sun and started pooling at his butt. More and more leaked out. He frantically squirmed and begged himself to stop. I watched, completely awed. He looked up guiltily, and said "I-I couldn't hold it." I couldn't even speak, I felt like I could cum within seconds if I tried. Slowly I found words. "Do you still have some left" "Yeah a lot. That just took a bit of pressure off." I was dying I had to go so bad. I was squeezing my thighs together, and bouncing around. Alex watched, mesmerized, as my breasts jiggled in my bikini. I was staring to tear up from having to go so bad. It started to hurt. I still didn't feel like I was going to go involuntarily. "Please we have to go back. I gotta find a bathroom. I need to go so bad." Tears were in my eyes. Alex smiled gently, "You're so good. I love you, you can wet yourself. I don't want you hurt." I shook my head and my cheeks burned with embarrassment. Why couldn't I just have an accident like a normal person. I was so embarassed. "Jess, I-I need to go again. Really bad." Suddenly pee started gushing out of him, cascading down his thin swim trunks. Squeezing himself and begging, he managed to stop, yet again. Now if was getting to the point I could not even think. I just had to pee so bad. My bladder was pulsing. It hurt and I needed release. Alex reached out his hands and I grabbed them. Suddenly, he pulled my forward, putting ungodly amounts of pressure on my bladder. Finally I felt some pee spurt out. Oh it felt so good. Alex looked at me straight in the eye and ordered me to let go. Right now. Piss sprayed out of me, straight through my thin bottoms. It made a waterfall, pouring off the seat. I groaned in relief, and I heard Alex start wetting full force. I looked up and met his eyes. It was such an intimate moment. Pee pooled at my feet and I giggled at the amount we had let out. We rowed back to the dock, letting out pee out whenever we had the urge. So yeah that's our story. Constructive is welcome. I've never wrote something like this, so any tips would be great. I hope you liked it. :)
  7. My first time wetting

    Ok folks. My first time writing about this so please be kind. this happened when I had just turned 18 and had gone to college. I met this guy who was (a lot) older than me but I found him so horny! Even when we weren't together, I would masturbate several times a day thinking about him. Any ways, to the point... he had mentioned, only in passing, that he had seen a girl pee her panties when he was a teenager, and that it turned him on. Now, I come from a real strict background, and had never even thought about pee as a turn on, but I wanted to surprise him. I d chided to have a dry run (OK, probably the wrong words) so I put on a t shirt and a skirt with just some ordinary bikini cotton panties underneath and went out to one of the universities playing fields. There were usually students around on hot days but I managed to find myself a place that was away from others, but the fact that they were there was argue turn on! I arranged myself so I was sitting on the grass, almost sitting on my feet but not quite. As I knew what I was going to do I can't tell you how horny I was. So, come the moment, I took a couple of deep breaths and very slowly started to pee into my panties. I fealt the warmth spread and knew it was running onto the grass. I could feel my ass soaking wet but by far the most exciting think was that I was actually peeing my panties. i tried it again the next day and by the time I met him in the evening, I knew I was ready. We went for a summers evening walk and a kiss and cuddle in a nearby wood. I love being touched, especially outdoors and Chris got his hands into my panties. Thats when I let it go, all over his hand, through my panties, down me legs, everywhere. it was also when I had the biggest orgasm of my life.
  8. Boyfriend's Wet Car

    Now, I know this story may seem too good to be true, but I promise this is 100% real. This is one memory that will never leave my mind. He was never one to be shy, if he had something to say, he would say it. He also hated being embarrassed, and especially in front of me. At this point, we'd been together for about 9 months and things went pretty fast with us. We met, fell in love, and started dating in the span of two months. This happened on Valentine's Day of 2013. He had this whole day planned, so I showed up at his house at around 9:00 am that morning. We showered together, and since we live in California, it's always hot so we were staying hydrated. I didn't live with him, but I was at his house often enough that I might as well of been living there. We left his house at around 10 am, got brunch, and then went to the movies. When the movie was over, it was about 3 pm, so we decided to go to the beach. I noticed that he hadn't gone to the bathroom the entire day, which was strange to me. By now, he should be bursting to pee, but he didn't show any signs. The drive to the beach was about an hour and a half, we decided on Huntington Beach because it was the shortest drive and was a nice area. When we got there, we just laid on the sand and messed around a little bit, but nothing crazy. We were greeted by a family who decided to set up right next to us, so we ended up just walking along the shore. At 5:00, we got dinner at a near by Ruby's and then started heading home. Since it was about 6:30 pm when we got on the freeway, traffic was terrible. I mean bumper to bumper, and it didn't help that there was an accident up ahead. I noticed my boyfriend, let's call him L, started to squirm a little bit. I asked him if he was okay, but he just brushed it off as having sand in his pants. I smiled a bit, knowing what was actually happening. He needed to pee. Just a little description of him, he's a pretty skinny guy. He's about 6'1, toned body, small muscles but very veiny arms, which I like. He has a chiseled face though, that doesn't very much match the rest of him, and he has short blonde hair that he always has gelled up in the front. Anway, so we continue on in traffic, he's driving, I'm watching him squirm from the corner of my eye. He had a pained look on his face like he was extremely uncomfortable, so I ask him again if he's okay. He said he's just tired and wants to get home, so I brush it off and we sit in silence. When I desperately need to pee, I don't like talking much either unless I'm mad about it. If I'm about to wet my pants and someone's taking too long in the bathroom, I'll start tearing up out of frustration and yelling. He's the same way, but in this case, there was no one to yell at, so he stayed quiet. Another thirty minutes passed and he grabbed my hand. "Babe, I didn't want to admit it but now I'm desperate, I gotta pee so bad it hurts." He said, not making eye contact. I patted his hand softly in sympathy, but in reality, I was turned on. He had moved into the carpool lain, which is illegal since there was only one passenger, but traffic was still slow. He was squirming a lot now, and let go of my hand to drive. Since it was stick shift he didn't have a free hand to hold himself, so he tried to keep his legs pressed tightly together, which I can only imagine would be painful considering he was pretty.... Big. Occasionally he would curse under his breath and readjust how he was sitting, but other than that, he was helpless. Another twenty minutes went by and he looked at me desperately. "Babe please, can you undo my pants it hurts." Traffic had sped up a little so his hands were on the wheel now. I felt so bad for him, but I also wanted so badly to see him wet himself. I gladly undid his pants, applying slight pressure to his budging bladder. He sighed, but suddenly took one hand off the wheel to grab himself. I knew he was gonna lose it any minute. We swerved slightly but not enough for someone to crash into us or for us to crash. We were still a good hour away from home, and there was no way he could pull across four lanes to get off now. Every exit we passed, he looked even more miserable. My arousal grew even more at the sight of him grabbing himself on and off any chance he got. More time went by and he was about to lose the fight. I rubbed his thigh to try and help him out, but he would wince anytime I got close to his junk or bladder. Out of nowhere, a car sped up and tried to merge in front of us. He slammed on the brakes, launching us both forwards in our seats. The seatbelt must have dug into his bladder hard enough that he cursed under his breath, moaned, and then quickly grabbed himself again. I could see the desperation on his face, so I reached over and grabbed him so he could focus on driving. His pants were pushed down slightly, and through his open zipper I could see a very small wet patch on his navy blue boxers. I rubbed him a little bit, trying to take his mind off the pain. He moaned softly out of agony and told me he was gonna wet himself any minute. I started to get even more turned on, and didn't even notice my own need was growing. He focused on the road, trying to just get home on time without any accidents. We got about 20 minutes from home, and I was still holding him and now myself. I couldn't help but rub myself softly through my panties, I was so turned on. He was groaning and cursing, and the wet patch was growing in size every couple of minutes. He was spurting, and my hand was slightly damp. "I'm so sorry... I can't help it I have to go so bad. My bladder is aching and I'm about to lose it..." He was turning red, and his eyes were pained. "I know baby, I have to go too, we'll make it just hold on." I said comfortingly, but I could tell it didn't help one bit. He wa still leaking and moaning and cursing. Finally, traffic came to another stop, and he just couldn't take it anymore. "Babe it's coming... I'm gonna pee myself!" He cried, and I felt my hand getting wetter. I pulled away and watched. His underwear glistened and I heard the pee hissing as it forcefully sprayed against his jeans and boxers. I had my towel over my lap now and was rubbing myself faster, watching him uncontrollably soak his pants. His moans were loud, his head was back, and he just kept whispering I'm sorry between sighs. "I can't stop.... I can't stop... Oh god oh god" he whispered. His steam was strong and basically fountained out of his underwear, slightly wetting his shirt at the brim. I placed my hand back on him, rubbing him slightly again trying to help him but he really couldn't stop. It just kept going, streaks of pee running down his jeans and his legs, the seat puddling up and then soaking it all in. His boxers were soaked around his hips as well as his jeans. His legs were shaking, he was helplessly wetting himself. I stopped touching myself and just held on, because watching him wet himself made me spurt, and I didn't want to wet his other seat. When he finished, he looked at me, and then looked back at the road. I could see the pee leaking over the seat now, wetting the floor below him. When we exited the freeway, I was bursting now. "L I'm sorry but I really have to pee now." I expected him to be upset, but he just asked if I could make it home. I said yes, hoping I could, but just as we pulled into the driveway I started wetting my panties. "Oh god I'm so sorry..." I said, as the hot urine just shot out of me and into my panties, hissing. My body was shaking and I was gripping his hand which was now on my thigh. He watched me, just like I watched him. When I finished, he made a joke about cleaning the car tomorrow, and then we went inside his house to change. A few weeks later we ended up breaking up, it was mutual but he had fallen for someone else, which I didn't know till later on. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this. I still think about it all the time, every detail in my mind.
  9. couple Wet Date

    A few years ago, I was dating a guy who was also into watersports. We definitely had some differences when it came to that, but we managed to play nicely together. Here's a time it didn't go so nicely, since I was embarrassed. We went to BW3s, drank a bunch of pop, and he decided he just had to piss his khakis by the cute waitresses. He wanted me to loudly berate him for it, too. I just couldn't do it, I was just embarrassed and wanted to leave, so we did. Humiliation on any level is way out of my comfort zone, but he still looked cute in his wet khakis. Out in the parking lot, I realized I forgot I also needed to piss, but I decided to just wait until I got home, so I could go in his lap and make his pants even wetter. I played up my desperation for him at first, because he was totally into that, but about halfway home, I wasn't playing anymore. I was just trying not to piss myself in the car. Back at my place, I made it to the back door before I started pissing myself. I squatted down to save my dressy boots, and totally soaked my drawers, and the back of my dress. Then we went inside and gave into the excitement.
  10. Ok so it was not that long ago me and my boyfriend were going to go to torronto it had been a loong while since he peed last. I was haeded to the car and saw him scwerming but said are you ok he said"ya I am fine I just to piss a little". About 2 hours later he had a hand on his penis squerming like crAzY and i said "are you ok " he said"ya i just rilly got to piss can we pull over"so i pulled over and i saw a car comming it was the trans-canada highway it was always busy he came back in and said "i have a shy blader"I was thinking HELLL YA him wetting would rock i though he had a pee fitish (apperently not!)so I though he wouldn't mind it at all (HE DID) well 2 minits later i turn on the radio witch has out favorite show on Q so we listend he was so desprit he could not talk. So allof a suden i hear this HISSS and i though maybe he was leting out a moon or he did that in deperation so I asked "you ok" he said nothing and then i saw his drentched pants (it was hot!) he looked over and said "I pissed my self ok!" and than "HAPPY!" almost screaming at me he was pissed we got home and to cheer him up we had alot of sex and than I said"are you ok now"he comented 2 seconds later"i piss in my pants I piss on you" and so he pissed on me for like 1 1/2 muinits it was crazy.Anyways my bf and I our now married :) ps sry for the bad inglish I am from quebec. everything worked out
  11. Not sure who will like this. A looooong, long omo fic about Harry Styles from one direction. Written years ago... --- Harry Styles sighed loudly and tugged his jacket tighter around him. God, how cold was it? Even though today would be a good day, the curly boy did wish he was anywhere but here, in Britain, waiting for Louis; feeling a little.. grumpy. And, he knew perfectly well why. The curly boy shivered next to the metal portapotty, giving the grimy door a shove and whining when it reacted in a way he didn't like; not opening. “Come on, please open.” Harry pleaded to it, bending his legs gently and tugging loosely at his crotch. “I need to go pee.” He explained, like it really could understand him. “Not bad, honest.” He hissed. “Just feeling uncomfortable and I don't want Louis to know.” He whispered. Harry's eyes fluttered to the little post next to the toilet and stared at the words on the screen; Please insert 20p for the use of these facilities! Harry sighed, crossing one leg over the other and gingerly poking his crotch. “I don't have 20p! I have nothing!” He snapped at it angrily, whacking the sign. “Do you want me to wee myself?!” “That'd be great..” A soft voice silkily whispered into Harry's ear, a pair of arms slinked around Harry's low waist and linked, pressing Harry's abdomen tightly. Harry flinched and immediately bit down on his lip. He could feel himself trembling lightly. “L- Louis?” He said, voice quivering as he felt small shooting pains fill his bladder. “Yup, that's the one.” Louis whispered, kissing Harry's earlobe and sucking the edge; Harry almost almost became putty in Louis' hands. “C'mon now darling – what was that you were saying about being desperate?” Harry sighed, and a flush of embarrassment fluttered through him. He sighed, tapping his foot, squirming the tiniest amount, tightening his muscles under Louis' grip. Of course, Louis wasn't that stupid, he felt what Harry was doing; and with a quick massage or two, a little bit of submittance, Harry whined, feeling the tenseness in his muscles disappear. His breath hitched; but thankfully, his urine was staying where it should be – for now; and the man relaxed. “Are you coming with me, then?” Harry grunted. “Yes.” Great.. Hazza thought wearily. This was going to be.. fun.. again. Harry was at his old bakery. Harry was in an apron that was just a little too tight, pushing at his filling bladder. Harry was regretting this. Harry was really regretting this. Yes – he knew it was for charity.. yes, he enjoyed working at his old bakery, even for a little while. That wasn't the part he regretted, oh no - why oh why, could he NOT have a simple twenty pence?! One simple twenty p and he wouldn't be in this mess... "You alright, Hazz?" Louis giggled. It had been a while since they first got to the bakery and Louis was kind of enjoying this. Oh, Harry was really getting himself into a lovely little situation here, wasn't he? And with Lou around, it was only going to get worse! The other thing (aside from Louis) Harry was worried about was fangirls. Harry loved them at any time; any time other than now, that was. The fans always used to catch him when he was getting desperate for the loo and Harry prayed that today they'd leave him alone, as mean as it sounded. Unfortunately for Harry things weren't going that way, and soon the sound of screaming filled his ears and he braced himself, tensing up, the lines of his muscles popping gently into his legs. I'm ready. Harry thought. Do your worst. "AAAAaaaahh!" A fan screamed, and Harry flashed his best "I-don't-have-to-wee!" smile at her as he stood patiently behind the counter. "C- can I have a picture?" "Oh, su--" He stepped forward, but soon the fangirl had flopped into his fucking arms. Straight away his bladder reacted to this, painfully throbbling and his wee began to slosh in protest. Harry's eyes bugged slightly and he let out a small whine of protest, but quickly tightened his legs; the lines of his muscles clenching. He waved one hand in the vague direction of his crotch and hid his worry behind his smile. "Hi there!" Harry's full attention was on his bladder though. His bladder was getting fuller and fuller; and was now dully aching beneath his clothes. "Hey girls!" Louis chirped. He smirked sneakily at Harry; ohhh, being evil was so much fun. There was another scream. Harry sighed in relief; maybe they'd move onto Louis and leave him alone now? "How would you like to see Harry in full uniform?" He teased. The girls began to giggle and scream. Huh, wha--.. Harry was about to turn around and question this, but Louis had plopped a hat onto Harry's head. The younger boy dared allow himself to relax a little, becoming a little less tense; but then Louis tied an apron around him, the tightest it would allow. "Omnf.." Harry let out a whimper as the apron was so tight it dug into the sensitive skin surrounding his bladder; and of course his bladder protested at this, sending shockwaves of pain crashing through him. Gotta wee, gotta wee, gotta wee.. Harry thought to himself, staring nervously at the fangirls in front of him. "Harry can I have a picture?" "Harry can I have one too?" "Hazzaaaaaaaaa! I want a picture!" "I don't want a picture I just want food.." Harry felt a frown flip onto his face. NO! He wanted to scream to all of them. No! Go away! "Yes, I'm sure he'd love a picture, wouldn't he?" Louis said, speaking down to Harry. Harry grumbled, but his submissive side made him agree, and Louis steered him forward to a fan. She jumped and screamed excitedly, slinging her arms around Harry's neck and Harry tried to bite back a whimper, his bladder jolting, wee slithering around his bladder, weighing him down. Harry crossed his legs slightly; his bladder felt like a ball of liquid pulsing around irratically. He cracked a nervous smile, and as soon as the camera flash went off, Harry pulled away, frantically tugging at his crotch. He whimpered as a few tears gathered in his eyes. "Now, now." Louis whispered, spotting Hazza and pulling him away. "This is no way to be acting.." He gently tugged Harry's hands away from his sore crotch. "Stop playing with that and get behind the counter." "Yes Master.." Harry muttered miserably. He stood behind the counter. "What can I get you?" "Harry, can I have a drink?" Harry trudged to the drink counter and nodded. He pulled out a can of fizzy looking gunk. It sloshed around in the bottle, like his wee was sloshing in his bladder; and Harry had to tightly cross his legs, bend them slightly and jump up and down. "Here." He muttered, voice a little strained. As the fans trickled out, Harry sighed in relief. Taking a stand behind the counter, he bit his lip as he bounced up and down behind the counter – finally alone, he was able to let desperation take further hold; he could feel his bladder muscles aching and he was dying to just let loose now. Harry prayed that no more fans would come in and see him; not again! Nooo, not again. A torrent of fans had just been in and left, and he didn't want every single fangirl in the fandom seeing him in 'this' state. Not like this, oh no, not when he was rocking back and forth with that irritating need to urinate. It was bad enough having Louis tormenting him over his need; never mind a few hundred giggling girls. His hands were holding his cock in a deathgrip, his thumbs over his leaking slit. "Oh fuck, fuck.." Harry muttered through gritted teeth, staring at his crotch. His eyes blurred with tears as he stared at the counter. Taking deep breaths, Harry managed to cross one shaking leg over the other shaking leg. His face was puce with effort, sweat beading at the top of his forehead. Moans and grunts were escaping his mouth; in short, Harry really didn't look too good. Well; not to everyone, anyway. Louis smiled at his reflection as he wiped down the counter, a shiver coldly prickling up his spine. Gah. He loved it, he didn't care what anyone else said. He loved Harry's moans, every little wiggle and whine and desperate little whimper, every cross of leg and shaking movement. Even by the look on Harry's face, Louis could tell Harry was in agony. "Not long now, Hazza!" The Doncaster lad said chirpily. He slapped Harry's shoulder. Harry squeaked and babbled in reply, swinging at the waist as the slap caused his bladder to quiver with desperation. "Not long until what exactly, Lou?" He snapped, his legs trembling around his hand. "Time for you to torment me a-fucking-gain?" He voice quivered and Harry felt a small bead of urine dampen his hand. "No." Louis felt his gaze darken at Harry's claim. "It's time for lunch." Lunch; to Harry the word was like almost heaven. "Does that mean I can go to the toilet?" He gave his best smile to Louis as he squeezed his crotch, swaying in place. The thought of being able to go, lessened his need a little. "No." Louis said. Oh yes, that's right. Evil Louis was here to play. Harry's smile dropped from his face . "B- but.." Bam, there it was, his need back full force again. The boy squeezed his thighs as tightly together as he could manage. Louis pushed Harry down into his seat. Harry whined and held himself as a thin stream dribbled from him. For once Harry was glad his underpants caught leaks. The pee was beading over his sore cock-tip. "Fuck, Lou, help!" He panted, leaning forward in his seat and clenching his legs. "I am weeing Louis, help me." He hissed in a hurried whisper. His thighs were clenching, shaking, trying to hold on to his impending golden flood. He could feel his bladder, a hot taut ball of liquid between his legs, aching purely because he couldn't relieve himself. Oh god, how he wanted to! Harry's hands were trembling slightly beneath his legs and his fingertips brushed his tight bladder, he flinched back at the pain. Yum. Harry really did look sore and achey.. or at least he did, from where Louis was looking. Time to step in? Yes. He strode over. "Hey Harry." Louis said, sitting close to his boyfriend. "Lunchtime." He waved something at Harry, slosh, slosh.. Harry looked up through blurred teary eyes. "W- what?" He spat, his hand still over his slit. His cock throbbed slowly, pulsing with the pressure behind it and how it held it back. Louis waved the waterbottle at Harry. "Lunchtime, baby." Harry's heart dropped, skipping a beat. His bladder pulsed and throbbed seeing the water sloshing up the bottle. "Louis no." Harry choked, tears springing to his eyes. "Please." He begged. "Please, please no." "No?" Louis said. "Why, would you prefer.. this?" He said. Putting the bottle aside, he wiggled the side of Harry's t-shirt up, exposing some skin; soft and perfect and.. sensitive. He brushed his finger along the skin, gently scratching with the tip of his finger, feeling Harry flinch back with nerves, he grinned. "D-don't you dare!" Harry said through gritted teeth, leaning out of his way. "Fuck off, Lou!" After a pause, he added in a small voice, "Water please." "Thought so." Louis cooed, pulling back. Oh well, the tickling was for another story. He uncapped the bottle, and put a little on his fingertips, dribbling it over Harry's lips. Harry whimpered and shuddered. He tried to pull back, but it felt good, the cool water sliding down his throat, and he was aching for more. Traitor. He let out a whimper, his lip trembling. "Dehydrated now aren'tcha." Louis tutted. "Now there's only one thing for it, see? You need it.. so.." Before Harry could protest, Louis had plugged the bottle into his mouth. "Suck." Despite everything, Harry sucked. Harry sucked, and sucked, paying no attention to the heavy, painful throbbing his abdomen was doing. Paying no attention either, to the fact his bladder would be pulsing, aching, teetering over his limit - soon. Halfway through, when he was sure he'd had enough; his bladder spasmed painfully. "Oh, fuck!" Harry lurched forward as this particular spasm crashes through his abdomen. He coughs and splutters on the mouthful of water in his mouth, making it all drip southward and into his lap. Not that Harry cared. "Louis!" He said through gritted teeth. Oh god, the pressure. Why was it so bad? Harry tried to remember what he wanted to say, but his bladder was catching him off guard and all he was thinking of was slosh, slosh, slosh, wee thundering the sides of his bladder, over and over again, he has to go so badly! His sphincter muscles trembling, cramping up. Oh god no. Any more of this and Harry was SURE he was going to burst. His feet tapping hysterically against the floor and Harry's face was stretched into a painful grimace; for once he was glad he was almost pretty much alone in here! Wait. Alone. Apart from Louis.. he was.. alone! "Oooh, Louis, Louis!" Harry whispered, like he'd come up with the best thing ever. One hand was still at his crotch, one leg was tapping; either with excitement or desperation. "C-c'mon." He stuttered, brightening up slightly at his idea. "I- it's empty.. I- I can just s-sneak out a- and quickly go to the l-loo.." He smiled brightly. Louis scoffed. "Might you remember who you're saying this to?" He asked icily, and a sadistic smile wiped his face. Harry whined, and backed right down, curling up in his seat yet being unable to stay still. Harry felt like a balloon; almost all of him felt like he was going to pop just like that, burst at the seams. Louis was still laughing, and Harry was wondering why.. when he realized lunchtime was over. His chance was gone. "Harry, can you wipe down the floors, please?" Edith, Harry's old colleague asked him, soon after lunch had passed. Coincidentally, it was also soon after all that water had swam it's way through Harry's system, tucking in cosily with the rest of his sloshing golden liquid, and not-so-surprisingly getting right down to business. Harry could feel the liquid, skimming against one wall of his bladder; tickling the other. Urine pushing hard, making his poor bladder thud. "Harry, she told you to get to work." Louis said in his authoritative voice. "Would you maybe need a little help?" He added, sweetly. Harry was about to say no, but Louis had already handed Harry a mop. "Come on." He whispered in Harry's ear. "I'll make it fun for you. You can hold on." He whispered. Harry took a deep breath, feeling himself trembling as Louis pulled him close. His eyes were squeezed tight closed, his legs were still pressed tightly together, he looked so tense... who in their right mind would do it? "..Okay.. I'll do it." Argh - see? This was what Harry hated! Louis always insisted he'd be okay, that he'd hold on tight and somehow, somehow Harry always believed him, and always went along with it! That was precisely the reason that Harry was gingerly mopping the floors as Louis snaked his hands up over the 19-year-old's waist, trying to creep close enough and jab Harry's full bladder while Harry was sweetly unawares. Meanwhile Harry was worse for wear; trying to mop while having a full bladder was not a good idea. His whole body shook and every now and then Harry was bouncing up and down, crossing his legs at the ankles as crippling pain shot through his abdomen, his bladder dying to release. "In the water, babe." Louis smirked, guiding Harry's hand with the mop; dipping the mop into the bucket, sloshing water over the floor. As the splashing sounds of water hit his ears, Harry felt a whimper pass his lips; then another. A wave of new-found, war-waging desperation crashed full force into his bladder - with a pained, strangled sounding "Fuck!" from Hazza.. and that was it.. Harry froze on the spot. His hand found his crotch, fumbled around until finally his fingers caught the wetness dripping, and then the tip of his penis. Harry squeezed his tip tightly with one hand; he had to stop any spurts coming out! He couldn't wet himself here! "Louis.." He pleaded, shaking terribly. "Louis, please help me hold it." He was trying to whisper, but with every word his voice either got louder or higher. "You want help, I get it, I get it." Louis said quietly. He smirked from behind Harry, sliding his hands tighter around Harry - specifically his bladder. "Oooh, someone's full." Louis whispered, a shiver going down his spine. "Someone's dying to release.." "Louis, not there!" Harry said with a gasp. "Not there, not there!" Harry tried his hardest to clench up his sphincters. Louis delighted in finding Harry's (pretty obvious) weak point. He cupped Harry's protruding, full bladder, and brushed at the poor tortured skin with the gentle pad of his thumb. "Louis, please!" Harry choked, voice fraying, coming apart with his desperation. "Not there." He repeated. The teen could feel his tortured bladder muscles weakening at Louis' touch, spurt after spurt slipping past his bladder's grip, travelling to his cock; waiting at his slit. Harry began to thrash in Lou's grip but Louis was holding him firmly. Harry was close to giving up though - he knew that Louis was going to win this battle; Louis knew he was going to win this battle too. The curly haired teen whimpered helplessly, thrashing again as Louis let his fingers tease Harry's bruised bladder. Long hot spurts jetted from Harry's cock, bypassing his sluiced underwear and dripping down his legs, puddling in tiny.. puddles at his feet. "Harry?" Harry jumped. Louis helpfully pinched the tip of Harry's cock shut; Harry did dribble slightly over Lou's hand, but he didn't care. They both looked up, Louis smiling serenely and Harry looking tearful, his hands trying to grip his cock again before he started to pee. "You can go home." She nodded. "Home!" Harry said immediately. "Yes, yes, home, thank you for having me." He babbled quickly. And with that, and his hand practically stoppering his cock, Harry flew out of the store. "Sorry about that.." Louis apologized. "He's eager." He said sheepishly to the others.. and then ran out, into the blustery British air. "Ooohhf.." Harry moaned as he stood outside, clutching his dampening crotch, bending his legs. "Louis." He shouted, his voice strained. "Louis, I'm going!" He said helplessly, his legs shaking.. but then the water came. Not from his cock though.. from much higher up. Harry's eyes were filling with tears, glassing over as he stared at the urine spurting from himself, every little spurt grazing his sore crotch. He'd been holding way too long! "Louis!" Harry tried one last time, and thankfully Louis ran out to him. "What is it?" He smiled. Oh like you don't know. Harry thought with a grumble. Instead he clenched his legs. "GottaweeLouis!" He managed to squeak out as a few tears slid down his cheeks. As he squeezed his crotch tightly, he let out a strangled moan. "Ohhhfuckohfuck. Louis, help!" Harry couldn't tell you how much he longed to be in a portapotty - any one, even theportapotty, that bloody temperamental thing from this morning - wanting his wee thrumming against the metal rim until he was empty. Even thinking about this made his legs shake and droplets spurt from him, golden beads coating his slit, dripping down his legs. He was sooo so so close to relief, and yet so far away! "Nooo, no, don't you dare. Hold on." Louis said bossily. Harry had barely enough time to pinch his member tightly before Harry was being dragged away, trickles of wee spurting down the inside of his thighs. Harry barely had time to ask what Louis was doing when he heard a small click and suddenly his eyes locked with the toilet in front of him. "Ohhhhh, god.." Harry said like an excite girl at a One Direction concert. His voice was getting awfully high pitched as he thanked Louis, and shot inside the toilet, fumbling with his jeans. Louis quickly followed. Harry's breath hitched as he wedged himself in front of the metal bowl, his legs shaking in anticipation. Ohhh fucking finally, this was it... Wee trickled slowly against his entrance. Harry was so bloody childishly excited to do this, he hurriedly put his hands on his zipper and tugged. Tugged again. Pulled a little. One extra tug for luck and then a resounding voice whimpered, "No, no, please no. Please; please, I have to go now.." The curly one whimpered, his mouth dropping open and his lip wobbling at the sheer unfairness. Of course the only thing that happened was Harry losing control again, warmth and wetness spurting from his cock, spraying down his legs. The stain on the front of Harry's pants grew, widening more and more, darkness and acrid urine spreading hotly down the inside of his thighs. Louis stood behind him with a slightly sinking heart; the Doncaster male had wanted Harry to piss himself again; full on. Oh no, what Harry was doing now was teasing and Louis didn't like that one bit. Louis' eyes fluttered down to the moaning, struggling boyfriend in front of him and an idea hit him. "Oh, oh please undo." Harry pleaded his zipper, one hand tight around it and frantically pulling, the other on his shaking knee, inching toward his crotch. Speaking of his crotch; it was dripping with urine, slowly but surely Harry felt himself releasing; dribbles painfully prickling his thighs. He knew he was clinging on to a very weak thread. One push and it'd be over, he'd be wetting all over himself. This was just fucking perfect wasn't it; he was going to piss himself in front of a toilet now. Too bloody typical. Sharp tears clung to Harry's eyes as he held his soaking, throbbing member. His hand was shaking and his cheeks were bright red with the effort of holding it in. Harry gave one last effort, groaning loudly and tensing his muscles in his lower half; but soon he was whimpering at the pain. "What do you think you're doing?" Louis whispered icily into Harry's earlobe. "Trying to hold on? Trying to make it to another toilet?" Harry whimpered. "N-no." He knew that was exactly what he wanted to do. He clenched his legs together tightly; his sphincter muscles burning with the effort of holding such a great volume of liquid inside of his bladder. His bladder squeezed tightly and Harry hissed at the pain, bent backwards at the waist so his ass was feeling the shape of Lou's dick against it. "Mmmmh." Louis smirked, purring in Harry's ear. "Since my bursting little baker boy has done so well with holding it, I think I'll help him out." He whispered. Before Harry could protest, Louis was kneeling on one wobbly leg in front of him. Harry winced. The scent of urine was all too obvious to him. He shook and trembled in front of Louis; the stain on the front of his crotch was growing, warmth crawling to the back of him and to his bottom, widening over his crotch as Harry whimpered, giving himself periodic squeezes, his thumb finding it's way to his sore, burning slit. Both boys knew it really truly was now or never with Harry; a few more seconds and Harry would be flooding his pants, dripping all over, relief clouding everything else - but Louis wanted to treat his clever little sub. "Ssssh now." Louis murmured, kneeling in front of Harry's crotch and working his fingers over Harry's soaking wet crotch, acrid with the scent of urine. Harry was whimpering with every little touch Louis made on his crotch. As Louis pinched Harry's zipper, Harry definitely flinched and his breath caught up in his throat, his member throbbing, pretty eager to release too. Louis eased down Harry's zipper. He smirked and stared at Harry's boxers; they were dampened; a stain widening over them, and almost see-through, too. Louis ran his fingers along the waistband edge and Harry was quietly whimpering in protest, but then Louis flung Harry's pants down, and waited for the imminent sound of water hitting metal, and for Harry's body to be flung back and relaxed into his.. ..But.. it never came? "Harry, for fuck's sake." Louis said, half laughing, half incredulous at his bursting boyfriend. "You're here! Piss!" Harry whimpered and gulped, holding his cock as he trembled. "I- I can't, L-Lou." He was jumping over his words and the muscles in his legs were tense, but only a thin gem of urine was at the end of his cock. "Why not?" Louis said, his words dancing into Harry's ears. "Y- you.. only p-promise me sex i-if I piss myself a-and I'm not!" He pointed out. Louis tutted. "Oh, just go." Leaning over, his hands took ahold of Harry's cock, one gentle thumb brushing the little diamond of pee away. Harry moaned softly as Louis did this, bouncing between getting an erection and going for a sacred, blessed pee. He soon decided, his sphincter muscles practically disintegrating under the weight of urine he was holding, and the first few painful drops dribbled from him. "Come on!" Louis teased, tickling Harry's side with his free hand (the other was holding Hazza's cock) "That can't be all you're holding!" "N-no Louis d--" But Harry was cut off as suddenly his stream sprayed from him; turning from tiny dribbles to a rush of liquid.. all breaking free from the hold of his bladder and hitting the metal bowl below him with a loud thundering; a cacophony of dribbles, drips and spurts. And what else? Music to Harry and Lou's ears. Harry moaned softly as he released, staring at his golden stream in disbelief. How much was he going?! Louis slid his free hand over Harry's bladder and cupped it, feeling Harry's taut, sore bladder slowly deflating. The curly boy was too deep in relief to do much else, just sighed in relief. His golden waterfall seemed nowhere near finishing or tapering off, still thick, hot and spiralling into the toilet. He moaned softly into Louis' neck, feeling relief clouding his head. "Oh god, Louis.." He sighed, tears prickling his eyes as his stream shot out, hissing toxically against the edge of the toilet; splashing back. Harry's legs were trembling and his sigh punctured the sound of him going; overcoming the powerful stream of his. But then it slowed and thinned to a smaller stream, and then to nothing. Louis smiled and shook Harry's cock gently to get the last few drops out. Then there was a long silence. Harry sighed softly. Louis laughed. "Feel better?" He nuzzled Harry's damp neck, pressing a lovebite to Harry's neck. Harry was still naked, his cock against Lou's body and surprisingly still dripping a little pee.. though Harry moaned and pressed away a little. Louis' face fell. "I didn't w--" Harry started. "They're wet enough." Louis cut him off with another kiss. The two fell against the portapotty door gently kissing eachother, ignoring the cacophony of knocks and a disgruntled Irish accent desperately asking access...
  12. Usually, my parents drive me home from the university. Today, however, my mom had to work, and my dad was supposed to pick me up. Unfortunately, he called me after school and said he couldn't pick me up because one of his close friends was involved in a car accident and had some injuries. My dad was going to stay with his friend at the hospital until late tonight. Since I couldn't get a ride, I asked my ex-boyfriend/good friend Brian if he could give me one. He was also driving a couple of his friends home, so I wouldn't be able to get home until 4:30, which is about 45 minutes after I normally get home. That meant I was going to miss iCarly, but since it was no big deal as it was going to come on again in three hours, (I get both NickW and NickE) I accepted, and we got in his truck. (His other two friends rode in the truck bed) I had not peed since that morning. Usually, i pee at lunch, but I didn't have time at lunch that day because I had to finish editing a video for a project which was due today. I didn't have any time to use the bathroom. As we were heading down the road to drop off Friend #1, he started having problems when turning the vehicle. He continued driving until we got to Friend #1's house, and Friend #1's dad looked at it while we were there. Friend #1 offered us sodas, so I chose a Dr. Pepper, while Brian asked for a Mountain Dew. A can of soda was going to increase my desperation, but my slowly increasing desperation was turning me on so much and I wanted it to increase a little faster. After his dad got the truck fixed, we got back on the road to drive Friend #2 home, which didn't take long. Finally, we were in the truck, by ourselves. I gave him directions to my house as the soda started hitting my bladder and I rose to a 7/10. Brian and I were very close friends, I guess you could say we were friends with benefits because we sometimes talked about sex with each other, and sometimes had sexual role plays over Facebook chat. I knew he wouldn't mind if I masturbated in front of him, because the desperation was turning me on even more and I had to do something about it. I unbuttoned my jeans, reached my hand down my jeans, and began to rub. He had probably heard me moaning because he looked over, saw me rubbing, and smiled. I knew I was turning him on, so I rubbed harder and moaned a little bit. I then slid my pants off and rubbed harder. "You wanna scoot over so I can finger you?" he asked. We had only ever did anything more than handjobs when role-playing over FB chat, and sometimes in class I discreetly put my hand on his crotch, and even rub it sometimes. He sometimes discreetly rubs my nipples, but he's never fingered me until today. I scooted right next to him, and held my legs open. I let out a soft moan as he began rubbing my pussy and then fingering me. I forgot all about my desperation as I held my head back moaning from the intense pleasure. We finally got to my neighborhood, and I pulled my jeans back up. I then remembered my desperation, and I jumped to a 8/10, and started wiggling as we moved down the gravel road. The potholes in the road were not helping my desperation and I was squirming and crossing my legs to keep from peeing. He asked if I was okay, and I told him I really had to pee. He told me that I can go pee when we get home in a few minutes, and I told him that the desperation was really turning me on and I didn't want to use the bathroom just yet. After he parked in the driveway, we went inside. I was really turned on, so I started kissing him. We sat down on the couch and began to strip each other while watching TV. I was doing the pee dance the whole time I was stripping, so it took a while to get my clothes off. After he had took his clothes off, I leaned forward and sucked on his cock. I had my legs crossed tight as we were both moaning; him from the pleasure, and me from the desperation. After a few minutes, we started making out again, and he began to finger me a second time. As he fingered me I could feel him pressing against my very full bladder and I was very close to peeing on his hand. He pulled his fingers out, and I stood up and started leaking. I crossed my legs and pressed them together, then I couldn't hold it anymore and grabbed a cup from the coffee table. I held it between my legs and tried to pee, but Brian was right in front of me therefore my bladder was quite shy. I was only able to let out a few spurts due to my bladder being shy, then I put the cup down and dashed to the bathroom. I leaked a few times on my way to the bathroom, and, not bothering to close the door, sat on the toilet and let it out and ahhhhhhhhh.......sweet relief. When I finished emptying my bladder, I went back to the living room, and we cuddled for a while before continuing to have "dirty fun". After I was done riding him during our sex session, he asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend again, so I said yes. I was ecstatic to have gotten back together with him but also very satisfied that I had shared an awesome desperation experience with him. After he had given me the best orgasm of my life, we hopped in the shower together. He knows I'm an Omorashi fetishist, so he did me a hot favor by giving me a golden shower...in the shower.
  13. Ok, so my boyfriend recently confessed to having a diaper fetish. He likes to use them, and he says he would like me to change him. He also wants me to use one and wants to change me. Now I'm more into desperation and pants wetting, but I have used diapers before for convenience, however I get no pleasure from them specifically. My problem is that I am very uncomfortable with the thought of changing or being changed. I am a very independent person, and feel that if I make a mess of myself, I should take care of it myself unless I'm very ill or otherwise incapacitated. I don't even drink alcohol for fear of getting drunk, because I am so against other people having to take care of me. I don't know how to begin giving myself over to that. On the flip side, I know nothing about changing another person. Whenever I use a diaper, I typically hop right in the shower for a quick rinse off, or at the very least just wipe myself down and put clean panties on. But he wants to go from one diaper to another, and have the full experience like laying on his back and me taping it up and using powder and all that. I have NO idea what I'm doing, and that really scares me. I feel embarrassed about this enough already, without having the person that I'm diapering walking me through it. I usually just use a pull-up kind. I've never dealt with tapes. I really want to do this for him. I want nothing more than to make him happy, but I'm really afraid I'm going to make a fool of myself. So is there anything that the basic instructions on a diaper package won't tell me? What were some of the things you guys didn't expect that you had to learn? Please I'm just looking for any advice at all. I've never dealt with this before. Thanks. Edit: just as a btw, neither of us are into actually acting like a baby. It's just the diapers and "being cared for" at the moment.
  14. tl;dr: my boyfriend indulged my fetish over text message Note that my boyfriend is aware of my fetish, but has no interest in it himself. We're long distance, but he came to my house to visit not long ago. One day we went out to eat and then to the state fair with another friend of mine. I noticed that he had a fair amount of flavored lemonade at the restaurant, and then a large amount of regular lemonade and water at the fair, which didn't strike me as unusual since it was pretty warm, and he's big on staying hydrated anyway. None of us used the bathroom while we were there, though my other friend left early, leaving the two of us to wander around on our own for a bit. At the time I thought nothing of it, though looking back I do remember he seemed rather anxious to leave during that last hour or so, finally asking "Can we go now?" in a rather blunt manner. He can get that way sometimes, so again I thought nothing of it. When we got home though, he made a beeline for the bathroom. I wasn't paying too much attention, but when he came out he was noticeably less tense, and told me "I've been meaning to do that since we left the restaurant," which at that time had been about 5 hours ago. He'd had to pee for 5 hours while right next to me and I never knew. Just that thought, even though it was after the fact, aroused me like none other, but I was so embarrassed that I couldn't show it at the time. Later we did take advantage of my arousal though! He's back at his home now, and just the other day, he texted me to say that he'd just finished a half gallon of apple juice. (Apple juice is apparently supposed to facilitate lucid dreaming, which is a goal of ours.) That of course triggered more exciting thoughts, and I finally confessed to what exactly had gotten me so hot and bothered that day. (It's an unfortunately rare occurrence.) And here it is, the whole point of this post: he texted me that he kind of needed to go, but he could hold off for a while. The fact that this doesn't arouse him at all but he was willing to do that for me...I am just so incredibly lucky. I asked him to put it on a 1-10 scale. He started at a 3 and we synced up our netflix watchings until he cried uncle at a 7, while I masturbated furiously to the mental image of him squirming around on his bed (with some anime playing in the background ). I wonder how far he would have been willing to go if he hadn't had to get up early the next morning. At any rate he really is too good to me.
  15. This has been on my mind lately. When you have someone you're interested in, do you imagine them in diapers and using them? Also for the ones who are taken, how willing would you be to tell them your fetish? I feel like as if no matter how long i date someone, I would never have the courage to tell them. I did tell one girl once when i was younger that I found it appealing, but i never told her that i actually wore them myself.
  16. First Holding Session!

    So, I finally admitted my love to my crush on the 4th of July. He admitted he had feelings for me too and we kissed as they launched the fireworks. Pretty romantic right? It gets hotter.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 4 days later, today on the 8th, We talked about our fetishes.Turns out, him and I both love Omorashi. We decided to try it out. He says he wants pictures of the wetting so it will last forever. (Or at least until he loses/breaks his phone...) I decided to hold my bladder for at least 8 hours. That was my goal. That would although be hard since I have a weak bladder and my record for holding is 6 hours.When I wet my panties and made a huge mess. But that's another story for another time. I drank 2 bottles of water. I didn't feel any sign of desperation so i kept drinking with a cappuccino, some tea and another bottle of water. It was when i was halfway done with the 3rd bottle of water that i started to feel a familiar feeling in my bladder. On a 1/10 scale, my desperation was at 2. I finished the bottle and did everyday things, like watching TV, playing on my phone, and sketching. Pretty soon, I felt a jolt of desperation. I was about 6/10 full. I started holding it at 7:56 am. It was 2:16 pm. I was crossing and uncrossing my legs often . Finally, it got to the point when i started to hold my crotch against my blue leggings and bounce around which was up to an 8 now. I called my crush (now a boyfriend) over and told him i was going to wet myself soon. He said he'll be there right away. It was 3:44 pm when he arrived. On the desperation scale, I was an 11/10. I was moaning, holding myself and jumping around in front of my BF. I felt a spurt into my panties. I gasped and held my lady area tighter. He found this very much arousing as much as i did. I doubled over and moaned and looked really desperate for his amusement. I whispered, "I-I can't do it..." I let go in my leggings and he sat on the couch, shocked as the pee shot out of me, making jagged wet lines on my leggings and puddling on the carpet. The pee was so hot and wet coming out of me. I peed for a good 30 seconds. When i finished, I leaned onto him and we started making out. Today was a good day.
  17. My Wonderful Kinky Boyfriend

    I told boyfriend about my obession with omorashi a couple of months ago. Honestly I find meself on this website almost every single day and when the topic came up of trying to spice up our sex life we started talking about the things that turn us on. While to begin with he wasn't overly enthusiastic, he promised me that if it were something that I would want he would try and warm himself up to it. At the time, I figured he would forget about it (like all of my previous boyfriends) and we would go on with our lives. But he didn't forget. A couple of weeks later, we were showering together and he leaned in to nibble my ear and whispered, "man I really need to pee," and this excited me but I just smiled and blushed a little bit. I told him he could pee while we were in the shower together but turns out that he is pee shy. He told me that sometimes he even has trouble peeing if someone else was in the bathroom. We then got out of the shower and he went to the bathroom as I got dressed in my bedroom. I was disappointed to say the least but I wasn't about to say anything, in fact, I was surprised that he even tried or remembered. As time went on and we got more comfortable in our relationship, he started announcing oh I need to pee when we were lying in bed together or watching a movie. The first couple of times that he did it I just told him to go pee but after a while I took advantage of the situation. He said he had to pee and I said no and to my surprise he said okay and waited. Since I know that he's not too into holding (at least not yet ) I never really made him wait that long. He might complain once or twice over the course of an hour and I would be like okay go ahead. I really liked to see him grab at himself or shift his weight. I always wondered how bad he needed to go before he told me. At some point, it occured to him that he wasn't going to be able to satisfy any pee fantasy of mine being pee shy. Being the amazing man tha the is, he decided that he would now pee with the door open. This held no obligations for me, I could still pee with the bathroom door closed. He'd also decided that when the door was open, I was allowed to come in and watch. While this was extremely enticing, it made me nervous. The first couple of times that he did it I didn't take him up on the offer. I would just stand outside of the door a listen to him pee. One day he turned to me and asked if I was going to come in and watch him. Since then I always go and bother him in the bathroom while me pees. I'll grab his butt and whisper in his ear how horny it makes me to watch him pee. My goal is to turn him on as much as possible in the process. Three nights ago we were lying in bed and we started talking about sex again. He said to me that I'd told him that I liked omorashi but never really got into details. He told me that he wanted to see the websites I went on, the pictures I looked at, the stories I read, and the videos I watched. He said that he had been trying to work with me on the subject but I was always too shy. Truth is, I'm extremely shy. I've told two boyfriends of this fetish and both thought it was disgusting. One literally laughed in my face and told most of our friends humiliating me and the other just out right denied it as if it weren't a thing. Needless to say in both relationships, I had a pretty dry sex life. But I really like this guy and I wasn't about to push my kinky desires on him! So, he asked me, "What do you want me to do?" I didn't say anything and he started to come up with suggestions. Would you like me to pee on you? Yes Would you like me to pee while you're giving me a handjob? Yes Anything else? And I remained quiet. There are so many things that I would like him to do but I'm too ashamed to say anything! But at least he figured that was a start to something and we could go from there. I was thrilled that he was even thinking of it because I was fine with keeping it behind closed doors. I would do my wettings and holds when he wasn't around and enjoy this website at random hours. It was my guilty pleasure, he didn't need to be involved. But there was one more thing but I could not for the life of me work up the courage! I really wanted him to dominate me and tell me when and where I could pee. That thrilled me to no end but I was too afraid to bring it up! We laid in bed for almost an hour chatting about random things and when it got silent I seized the opportunity. I want... Yes, what do you want? Um... I want you to tell me no No? What do you mean? Like um... when you have to go... and um... I say no Ohhhh, I can do that. Even though that was probably the dumbest conversation I had ever had with him, I was finally able to say something! While I was super excited that we would actually be able to get into this idea of him peeing on me, or him telling me not to pee, I didn't want to get too excited because this was a middle of the night conversation. And in reality, he could wake up the next morning and say that he really didn't want to do any of that. So, a couple of days went by and he said not a word. My excitement quickly dwindled! I knew that it was talk and quickly I became disapointed but I stayed quiet about it. Today, we spent most of the day playing video games because tonight he is participating in a school function that will keep him from me. We were laying on the bed playing pokémon when he told me that he had to pee. As per usually I told him to wait and started touching him through his jeans. He moaned. We only had 45 minutes before he had to leave and that definitely wasn't enough time for us to have any fun. But he sat on the bed and continued to play the game with me. About 10-15min later, I told him that I also needed to pee. He didn't say anything but I didn't get up because believe me I can hold it! We started packing up our things so that I could walk with him to the building he needed to go to. He informed me that he was definitely peeing before he went because he didn't know how long he'd be there. While I wanted him to hold it the whole time (you have no idea how often I think of him squirming and grabbing himself), I knew that that was just a fantasy. Right before he went into the bathroom, he turned to me and said but you, you cannot pee. You need to wait at least an hour and I will be checking up on you. Now I actually had to pee, not desperately but I was definitely at that point where my bladder was telling me, hey a toilet might be a really good idea right now! He told me that I could lie to him and pee as soon as I got back but I knew that I wasn't going to do that. He told me to hold it and I was going to hold it! I walked with him to his building and the entire time I thought about my need to pee. This wasn't because I was desperate at all but because I was super horny and him knowing that I needed to go and I was at his whim just enticed me so much! And now I sit on my bed back at my room. It's been an hour, and I still have to pee. I almost want to text him and see if he tells me to hold it longer. That would be absolutely amazing!
  18. So, I've had my current boyfriend since October of this year, and we were originally together from January to July, then October to present, but that's beside the point. I've known him well enough that I don't want our relationship to be one where we keep secrets from each other, or keep things from each other, and this fetish was intended to forever remain a secret from him as I was very frightful of his reaction to it if I were to say anything, so I just never wanted to or intended to tell him. Last night we were discussing our kinks, and I slipped up and mentioned that I had weirder fetishes than what I'd told him prior, and he was egging me on to tell him, despite my best attempts at backing out, and at that point it was too late to duck out of telling him. Then, I sent him a message telling him how there had been times before where we'd be hanging out, and he'd be sexually teasing me to the squirming point but I'd use that to mask my squirming from being desperate, and how I liked doing that.. and it was amazing. He came back to me and told me that he didn't really care, and despite my making him swear not to see me differently after telling him (I made him swear that he'd see me no differently before I told him, and wanted him to say that before I proceeded because if he wasn't sure at the last second, I could duck out and say no more), he told me he didn't see me any differently still, and even went so far to say "If you indulge my fantasies and kinks, I'll indulge yours". It almost made me cry because never in my life have I told anyone about this and it end well, and for me to tell my boyfriend about it and he see me no differently, it means the world to me. And here, the day before Christmas, I have to say that was a pretty damn good Christmas present from him, even though he gave me my real present two weeks ago. This Christmas has been perfect already, and it isn't even Christmas yet. This has given me the confidence in our relationship that I've wanted forever, and now I more confident in his feelings toward me after knowing that this fetish could have easily made or broken this relationship, and it made it, it didn't break it.. and I couldn't be happier. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas. ~Aura xoxo
  19. Hello, everyone! I'm very new to the forums, and am here not necessarily for my own Omo interests, but those of my S.O. My boyfriend recently told me about his wetting fetish, and I'm completely okay with it! In my opinion, there are many things out there I would be more concerned with him having an interest in, and I love him, so I was ultimatley very happy he felt comfortable enough to tell me something so personal. Now, I'm trying to figure out how to incorporate it more, so he can further enjoy himself (which of course, I enjoy, too!) :) The thing is: I have a bit of a problem going in front of anyone, and have honestly never had to go so bad that I haven't been able to control it (or overrule this problem.) -- Seriously, I can't even pee in the shower...when I'm alone. And I'm self-conscious about it to the point at which even letting people hear me go makes me uncomfortable/embarrassed. He'll tease me plenty, especially when he knows I have to go, but even at its very worst "I'm-about-to-burst!" moment, I still haven't been able to just let go and...well..go. It just begins to hurt and I have to eventually go to the bathroom. Basically, my question to you involves any tips or tricks to start getting myself more accustomed to going in front of people so I might be able to do more to appeal to his particular interests. Any and all advice would be greatly appreciated! Thanks!
  20. I found this video couple of days ago and i really like it, so now i am sharing it with you. Hope you like it too. P.S. There is some nudity after 00:58 sec! http://www.eroprofile.com/m/videos/view/Girlfriend-wets-on-me