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  1. This experience is going to be pretty short because there wasn’t a huge build up of desperation before hand seeing as I was sleeping. That being said I hope you all enjoy it anyway. As always every story I’ve posted thus far have been from my real life experience. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to add a fiction disclaimer. While this was a few years ago I was definitely still an adult at the time (probably 20 years old) ______________________________ I’d really like to chalk this up to having an odd or stressful day or even something out of the ordinary happening but I can’t. The day before had gone on like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary. I had gotten up, had an easy morning, went into work around noon and left at maybe 9pm that evening. When I got home 45 minuets later I didn’t do anything differently. I stripped out of my work clothes, put on some comfy pajamas (a T-shirt and panties), relaxed for a while, had some dinner & water, and got ready for bed around midnight. All of those things add up to an uneventful, boring work day. What’s not boring, however, are my dreams. My dreams typically consist of something like ‘a flying neon purple tiger is walking on top of buildings made out of violins and I have to save the Pope from evil talking vacuum cleaners who are trying to take over the world.’ Those are the kinds of dreams I have, but I always have them. When I went to bed that night I turned out all the lights (save for a hallway night light, I don’t like the dark), flicked on my ceiling fan, plugged my phone in, got under my covers, and started to drift off. I soon fell sound asleep and my dreaming began. I only remember parts of my dream but I know I was in a pretty fancy museum or antique shop of sorts and I was talking to someone, perhaps an employee, who I didn’t know at all and she absolutely would not shut up. I really didn’t want to be talking to this person because in my dream I was trying to get to the bathroom and I couldn’t duck out of the conversation politely. She was wearing this historical costume gown like Marie Antoinette style and shuffling along after me as I walked around. I was going from display to display and getting more and more annoyed because she kept following me. Finally, I ended up in front of a painting and she ran off to join a parade of other people dressed in historical gowns that all looked extremely beautiful. Briefly I began to feel left out and cursed myself for not dressing up for the museum gown parade. At this point I had held it so long trying to get away from this dream woman I was absolutely shaking with the need to pee. I looked around desperately and eureka! I spotted a single restroom across the hall and sighed in relief. At the thought of relieving myself my bladder pulsed and twitched and I almost lost control but held my crotch just in time. Getting control of my need wasn’t easy but I straightened up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Not a person in sight, perfect. This was my chance, I was finally alone and I can head to the bathroom. I power walked, almost jogged, down the main hall past beautiful statues, paintings, and fine jewelry on display. I quickly made it to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to knock first but it ended up being empty anyway. I turned to lock the door behind me with a smile on my face because I knew I had made it just fine. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and began to pee....ahh so much better.. Shit. My eyes snapped open at the feel of wetness around me and my body automatically stopped the stream. Wait, was that real or was that all in my dream? I sleepily and timidly lifted my blanket to clearly reveal I had absolutely wet the bed. My panties were soaked, my sheets were soaked beneath me, my blanket was damp, the hem of my shirt was a bit damp as well. My heart was pounding from being so abruptly startled out of a dream and I squinted over at my alarm clock, the red letters reading 3:30am, great. And I sill had to pee pretty badly because apparently I had emptied only half my bladder. I knew I couldn’t keep my stream stopped for too long so I jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom across the hall. The ceiling fan making me shiver from the wetness around me. I practically kicked open the door and yanked my wet panties down to the floor where they made a damp fabric sound on the ice cold tile. I didn’t even sit down all the way when my body gave out and continued my stream. I audibly sighed, it felt so good. All the built up pressure finally leaving me. It felt like my bladder was empting itself forever but of course it ended up stopping eventually. “Time to see the damage I did” I thought as I stood back up. I automatically pulled up my underwear without even thinking and by now they were FREEZING. I shivered again at the feeling. I glanced up in front of me at the full length bathroom mirror and pouted at what I saw. Me standing there with hard nipples poking through my shirt from the cold and totally soaked pink lacy cotton panties. I decided to leave them on while I washed my hands and checked on my sheets. I got back to my bedroom, flipped on the light switch and walked over to my bed. Fuck. The puddle was bigger than I thought it would be and it had spread out considerably. My blanket wasn’t too bad but definitely had gotten wet. I quickly stripped my sheets and walked downstairs. The wetness from my lower half was rubbing me the wrong way, but it felt exhilarating being out in the open totally wet with no way to hide myself. Laundry was started and I jogged back up to my upstairs bathroom with the intention of jumping in the shower but I decided to hold off. While this wetting was totally unplanned I still prefer punishments to come after accidents. So I sat in my bathtub with my freezing cold soaked lacy panties and shamefully did kegel exercises for the entire length of my laundry cycle. Thankfully I was alone in the house and I didn’t have to sneak my bed wetting sheets past anyone but I still felt utterly humiliated. I mean, I’m an adult not a little girl who has to wear pull-ups to bed. I should be able to control my bladder, not keep having accidents. Oh well, at least I get to share this experience with you guys. :-)
  2. It's been a little since I've had the chance to wet my pants. While at work the other day, I had little help and had to go to lunch early in order to compensate for the other employees that came in. As my break time winded down, I decided not to use the bathroom since I had hardly been at work for very long. My shift ended and I went home. After a few hours of leisure, it dawned on me: I haven't used the bathroom since 7:50 this morning. It was almost 5 and I wasn't feeling too bad, but I didn't drink a lot that day. Unfortunately, I couldn't have the epic accident I wanted since I had family around. Two days later, I had my chance. While at work, I used the bathroom around noon and set a goal for myself: Midnight. I got home from work and after watching the soccer game, I realized that this is pretty easy. It was close to 9 when I decided to really earn my stripes. Earlier that day, I had a medium lemonade from McDonalds, a 591 mL Gatorade, and a glass of iced tea. Feeling at about a 7.5 on the bladder scale, I went up stairs and started hitting the fluids. I added a bottle of water, two glasses of apple cider, and two more glasses of tea from 9-11. It was only an hour until my goal, but I was truly desperate to relieve myself. My holding muscles were tired from a full day and climbing the stairs every few minutes was pure, blissful, arousing agony. With about a half-hour to go, I knew I wasn't going to make it. I set up my camera, turned on the faucet (for added psychological pressure), and climbed in the tub, only seconds away from losing all control on my first spurt. It was a real torrent. I burst at the :40 mark and keep peeing forcefully for a long time. I had to cut off the video at 2:14 because even short videos take an enormous amount of space, but even past the end urine was still dribbling out of me. You can see that my whole front is soaked as far wide as the edges of my pockets. I hope you all enjoy this one because I sure did. ;) HDV_0099.MP4
  3. Tonight I decided to hold until I couldn't anymore. Holding "all the way" is something I've only done a couple of times. Normally during any holds I do, I get very desperate and end up "purposefully" letting it go. But anyway, this was my first wetting in "normal" clothing since moving a bit over a month ago. I've wet in a diaper a couple times since moving, but tonight I had to mop the floor. In the middle of writing a lengthy paper for an online class I'm taking for a second degree (because my first one hasn't helped too much), I noticed I had to pee. It wasn't yet particularly pressing, so I decided to hold for a bit. Nearing the end of the paper however, my need to pee was starting to become more and more severe. I decided I was going to finish up the paper and "reward" myself by not visiting the toilet. I impulsively decided I was just going to hold until I wet myself. I wasn't dressed in anything particularly special. A white t-shirt and jeans. But I felt, for whatever reason, that my jeans were a good choice to wet in today. So I didn't change into anything that I had previously planned to wet in. For a while I just walked around my cluttered apartment (I'm still not nearly unpacked) as my desperation built until I decided the kitchen area would be the best place to make my last stand. So I brought my bedroom mirror into my small kitchen area so that I could watch myself shake and squirm a bit. I needed some sort of entertainment if I was to just be standing in an empty room waiting to lose control, and what better source of entertainment than watching my own stimulating suffering? I stood in place for what felt like an eternity. Constantly feeling like I had very little time until I burst. What was more of a pressing matter however, was I also felt as thought I needed to also do number two (I didn't mess myself). I often find that being desperate to pee also makes me feel like I need to do my other business as well. I wasn't planning on that cleanup today but I wasn't going to move until I wet. Once again, I thankfully didn't need to do the more difficult cleanup today. I just stood there and watched myself in the mirror. I was quivering. I couldn't hold still. I didn't want to move. After standing in place for maybe about an hour after setting up camp, I leaked a little bit. Just a spurt at first. And a few minutes later there was another one. I managed to hold out for a bit after the second spurt, but within ten minutes or so it was coming out. A slow trickle at first, but despite my best efforts the dam broke and I soaked, mostly the inseam and back of my jeans. I couldn't stop it until I was drenched. I stood there for a minute, in a large puddle of my own urine. My socks drenched as well. Despite deliberately putting myself into exactly this situation, several conflicting emotions rushed over me. I reacted by immediately just grabbing my mop and beginning to mop the floor. At the end of it all, I'm a bit happier and have a bit more laundry to do, so I think it worked out well!
  4. Hey y'all! For the first time in a while I began to wet myself uncontrollably while I was out shopping. I downed a bottle of water and a thermos of coffee before taking off for my errands. I was wearing a button-down shirt, an old pair of jeans, a leather belt and some old green chuck taylors. I made three stops altogether and by the end of the first I was already starting to feel myself filling up quickly. Upon stopping at my second destination, the bank, I was growing desperate rapidly. I regretted having to cut short my conversation with the cute teller, but I was feeling motivated to finish my errands and hit the bathroom when I got home. As I was pulling into my third stop, Home Depot, I knew that this would be a quick visit, enabling me (hopefully) enough time to make it home dry. As I was chatting with the hardware rep about wall anchors my bladder was throbbing a bit, making it difficult to concentrate, but I stuck it out, picked up the anchors and screws I needed and left briskly. I parked about 50 yards from the store and every step I took made my rock-hard bladder so uncomfortable I just had to let some out. I broke the seal and gushed into my pants as I was getting into my car, leaving a softball sized patch on the front of my pants. I was foolish to think I could stop there! As I was pulling out my bladder began to spasm slightly which made me release a long stream of pee, now flowing down the sides of my legs and under my groin. I luckily always keep a towel in my backseat (in case of unplanned wetness!) and placed it beneath me. Upon leaving the plaza I hit a red light and was forcibly compelled to pee more so that now I could feel a stark wetness under me. I maintained composure for the rest of the ride home, hoping dearly that my Mom (my current roommate :) ) wasn't home. Thank the heavens she wasn't! I scrambled out of my car, removed the towel and saw that I had left a sizable wet patch on the seat. I ran across my front lawn (in noticeably wet pants) to the front door and up the stairs to my room. I could feel a trickle start as i took the steps two at a time. I don't know what struck me then; the eager bladder, the toilet in sight and my leather belt all worked against me in my last ditch effort to make it to the toilet. I just gave up and let it go...and go....and go! The urine hissed loudly into my pants as it coursed down my legs in tandem, literally filling my shoes with pee. It felt absolutely amazing! I peed for nearly 30 seconds straight before stripping off the soaked garments. I'd been contemplating throwing away the pants and the shoes since there was a hole rapidly wearing away in the underside of the crotch of the jeans and the chucks were almost a decade old, had very little arch support as it is, and had cracked soles. Needless to say, I didn't think twice about tossing them. Below is a shot of the damage to my car seat...not exorbitant compared to the pants but definitely needed prompt attention. Happee Wednesday everyone!
  5. MadeOfWax

    The day in track

    I was on the track for the race ready to go, and I had really wanted to win. I was an 18 year old girl, senior year on the track team. I had been drinking water all day, and now realised i drank to much. We were all preparing for the race, but I really had to go, so I ran over to the coach and asked if i could use the restroom. he looked at me and said no, and told me to go back to my spot on the track. I did, and about 5 minutes later we were all in position for the race. I bent down. All of a sudden, a hot burst went into my white cotton panties, and slowly seeping into my track shorts. "Just a burst... you can do this!" I thought to myself. Then another. Slightly larger, making a larger wetspot on my shorts. I looked around to see if anyone noticed, and i was ok. Then, my bladder ached and pushed and I couldnt handle it. Out it came, Fast and hot, it felt so good, but a puddle slowly formed on the ground, which I heard and the smile I had faded, as i looked around and saw everyone staring, I couldnt stop it, and was so embarrased. About 30 seconds later, it stopped and i stood up. The puddle was very large and the crotch area of my shorts was soaking wet. I heard chuckles from the girls around me and laughs from the audience. I ran, tears from my eyes. I felt I had never been that embarrassed before, and I quit track the next meet. I got over it, but Iknew it would always be remembered.
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