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  1. DeltaFoxtrot

    Wet In Wyoming

    Several years ago my employer transferred me from managing their warehouse in North Carolina to open and manage a new warehouse in Salt Lake City, UT. The move was all expenses paid so my wife & I packed up the car to make the 4-day 2000-mile road trip from NC to UT. My employer had a moving company lined up to bring our furniture and household stuff after we'd found a place and gotten settled in. A little background for you... I've been diapered 24/7 for several years and my wife is a very accident prone "Pull-ups by day, diapers by night." girl. her bladder control wasn't great to start with and it only got worse after we met, as she became used to wearing protection most of the time and being able to go in leaks and spurts if she wasn't near a toilet when the urge struck. Long and short of it, when her bladder tells her it's "time to go" she doesn't have long until that turns into "going" and whatever she's wearing gets soaked. Before we left on the trip I convinced her to wear diapers the whole time we were on the road. The car we had at the time could easily cover 500 highway miles on a tank of fuel so our plan was to breakfast in the morning each day before we got on the road, stop about mid-day for fuel and lunch, then continue on until evening and get dinner when we arrived at our hotel for the night. I made hotel reservations in advance so we would have to cover between 500 & 600 miles each day. Things were pretty uneventful until the last day of the trip... from Denver CO to SLC. The past 3 days had gone very well and my wife's bladder was behaving, so she decided to forego any form of protection and wear simple white cotton french cut panties under a pair of high rise button-fly stonewashed jeans that wouldn't have fit if she had any sort of padding underneath. We had a simple breakfast of cereal and fruit at the hotel that morning, grabbed some snacks and drinks for the road and got going at around 0800 local time. It was the middle of March and a winter storm had come through that night, blanketing everything with several inches of snow. The interstates had been cleared but side roads and parking lots were still quite slick. We made it up to Laramie and turned onto I-80 westbound to make the 400mi run into Salt Lake. Now my wife has never been one to stay awake on road trips. I blame her parents, who would take her on car rides as an infant any time she was unable to fall asleep... so now about 30 minutes into a ride she's out like a light. She'd mentioned that morning she probably should have used the bathroom one more time before we got on the road, but as rest stops and gas stations were dotted along the highway at regular intervals I guess she wasn't all that concerned. Well, it turns out Wyoming is a bit different from other States. Towns are practically non-existent and rest stops are easily 200 miles apart. We cruised past the first rest stop after Laramie, not thinking anything of it. I was very thickly padded and she was sawing logs in the passenger seat. She stirred about a half hour later and inquired as to our location, mentioning that she could use a potty break... not urgently yet but at the next rest stop. I told her I'd pull in at the next rest area, which I figured was maybe 20 to 30 minutes down the road, and she drifted back off. About a half hour later she awoke again, this time flustered, and asked if we'd be stopping soon. I hadn't seen any signs for an upcoming rest area, in fact there were no signs of civilization outside at all... just scrub brush and snow piled up alongside the interstate from where plows had been through that morning. I reassured her that a place to stop had to be coming up soon and that I'd pull in at the first rest area or town I saw. She turned, crossed her legs tightly and began to play some game on her phone, shifting and fidgeting in her seat... sure sign that a crisis was brewing inside those lovely tight jeans of hers. Twenty minutes later she turned to me again, face strained and voice anxious. She was going to have an accident if we didn't do something in the next little while. She was used to wetting her pants and playing pee games, but the idea of flooding the unprotected car seat then having to sit in it until we found a place to stop was not what she considered a good time. I was at a loss. There were, literally, no places to stop and the emergency lane alongside the interstate was deep with snow... if I pulled off there we'd be stuck for sure. I put the accelerator down and got us up to about 90MPH, hoping to spot a sign for an upcoming town or rest stop. We continued on while in the passenger seat her breathing became rapid and shallow. She went from squirming with legs tightly crossed to sitting almost spread eagle, hands in her crotch, alternating between squeezing and rubbing in hopes of avoiding a true accident. I'd never seen her in full panic mode desperation before, even when we played wet games in public she'd always start peeing before getting to this point. After 15 minutes she inhaled sharply and scrambled to unbuckle both the seat belt and buttons on her jeans. This was it, she was about to burst. A last minute idea struck me and I reached behind her seat where my bag of diapers and changing supplies was stashed. One of my diapers wouldn't fit her, but she could at least get it underneath her butt and (hopefully) save the seat. She then not-so-nicely informed me that her ass being firmly planted in that seat was the ONLY thing currently keeping her from pissing all over. With no signs of relief on the horizon I pointed out that there wasn't much choice, she was going to have an accident one way or another. She half-screamed out of exasperation, snatched the diaper out of my hands and frantically unfolded it. She managed to hold on for maybe another 2-3 minutes, vainly hoping a sign for a gas station or rest stop would appear, then in one swift motion lifted herself off the seat and shoved the diaper underneath, pulling the front up over the unbuttoned fly of her jeans almost as if she was going to tape it on. Sighing and hanging her head in defeat she began to completely flood her pants. I have no idea how long she went for, but when she lowered the front of the diaper the upper part of her jeans were totally soaked and I could see where pee had shot down the insides of her legs as well. I slowed back down to 75, no need to risk a speeding ticket now that the worst had occurred, and we rode in silence for a short while. Eventually a truck stop appeared and we pulled in so she could clean up and I could assess any damage to the seat. I retrieved a change of pants, along with one of her thickest nighttime diapers, from the trunk and she made the "walk of shame" to the restrooms. The ass of her light jeans was completely soaked, practically screaming her incontinent state to every person in that crowded place. Fortunately the seat was mostly spared by her sitting on the diaper, and I put a couple of towels down to take care of the rest. A few minutes later she emerged from the building with cheeks flushed and a sheepish grin on her face because the dry pants I'd quickly grabbed for her were extremely low rise, leaving a generous amount of diaper waistband exposed. Before getting back in the car she fished around in the trunk then returned to the passenger seat with our cordless Magic Wand, which was promptly put to good use on her thickly padded crotch. Apparently I wasn't the only one aroused by her accident. The rest of the trip concluded without further incident, though she did stay in diapers full time for the next few days apparently not trusting her ability to hold for any length of time. We laughed about it in the weeks to come, but when my warehouse was closed due to the recession and we moved back to NC she wore TWO diapers and put a disposable chuck on the car seat for the Wyoming leg of the trip. I'll conclude with a word to the wise... if you happen to find yourself needing to travel through that vacant expanse which is the State of Wyoming, be prepared!
  2. Hello! I haven’t been active on this site in awhile (I have cycles where I go in this site everyday, and where I go in this site once a month, I’m currently at the latter) but I’m excited to here we have a lot of new people since tumblr decided to commit financial suicide. A bit about me: I’ve been here a long time, but I don’t contribute much, as I’m more of an artist in theatre rather than writing/drawing. But, I had a very interesting experience, which was almost a dream of mine. (Warning, this story probably won’t get you off, but I really just needed to share it) Today, one of my closest (and most beautiful) friends Kate, asked me if I wanted to go with her to a fancy healthy resturaunt at a local college (15ish minutes from our High School). I tell her that my sister is gonna pick us up at the highschool, and then I’d take the wheel and drop my sister off at my house, and it would just be the two of us. So, the final bell rings at 2:30, and we go outside to get picked up by my sister. It’s lightly snowing, it’s very cold, and Kate’s wearing a plaid *short* skirt and a brown sweater. Some backstory on Kate: She’s a bubbly, cute, hot, adorable theatre geek with an angel’s voice. Dirty blonde hair, bigger than average chest, nice ass, and the most upsettingly attractive personality I know. Totally out of my league, but as a fellow theatre kid they are obliged to be my friend. I had a crush on her 2 years ago, which got me rejected. I relapsed and liked her again recently, and asked if there was something, and got another no. So, sadly, I will never get to have a romantic relationship, but we are extremely close friends. I drop my sister off at my house around 3:10ish, and then head to Dunkin Donuts, as my other friend asked for a coffee. So, I pull in the drive through and we wait. A while. We sit behind one car, who is currently ordering, which takes probably like 5 minutes. Then, finally, the car ahead of us pulls through, and we pull up. We wait for about two minutes, and then we here “we’ll be with you in a moment.” We proceed to wait, at least, another 5 minutes, before Kate proposes “Why don’t we just go in, I have to pee anyways.” Now this immediately sets off alarms in my head, as my extremely hot pseudo-crush has just announced to me that she has to pee, and bad enough to need to go now (she’s nowhere near shy, but she’s very polite and accommodating). So I pull out, we walk in, and I get in line to order. There’s only one or two people in front of me, and I am estatic when I see Kate come back from the bathroom after 30 seconds and say “somebody’s in there.” Whether her constant movement was her desperation or ADHD is anybody’s guess. Then a scruffy looking fella goes into the guys bathroom and Kate whispers to me “that’s just not fair.” 3 minutes later, she checks again, and then says to me “I can’t tell if someone’s in there or it’s locked.” So, I finally get up to order, and after I order, Kate asks the employee if the girls room is unlocked. The lady behind the counter tells her it is locked, and that she can go in the guys bathroom. Kate, reluctantly, agrees to the solution. We wait, and she apologetically says to me “I’d wait till the college if I could, but I really can’t.” Now the college is 15-20 minutes away from me, so I realize this is much more urgent than I previously thought. After a couple more minutes, she says, “Whatever let’s just go to the college.” I politely offer to stop along the way and whatnot, and she strainingly replies that she’ll be okay. And what is my luck, that we hit traffic along the way. Most of the ride is taken up by bumper to bumper traffic. Unfortunately (or fortunately) she did not seem to be squirming or grabbing herself, (but if she did I might’ve crashed due to distraction). Anyways, finally after 40 minutes, we finally make it to the college. We are parked in a parking garage, and the restaurant is about 2-3 blocks away. After about 10 second after the car, she exclaims “Shit I dripped.” I (partially confused by the word drip, and partially confused by what she meant by it) say “What?” She replies “I just dripped a bit.” And I get the idea. So immediately my mind is racing, mostly “oh my fucking god the hottest girl I know is leaking and telling me about it and there’s no bathroom for two blocks.” We start jogging to the restaurant, her jogging very stiff and frantic due to the cold and her bladder. And, unfortunately for me, she made it to the bathroom from there without any incident of my knowledge. I wish I could say I saw some evidence of partial wetting, or that she wet herself in my arms and I comforted her and kissed her, but this is real life. Regardless, this is the first time I have even heard a girl say she was leaking in real life, and god is it better than I ever imagined. I’m sorry if this wasn’t the best story, but it’s probably my most exciting one (excluding all the times my close cute friend has said “oh my fucking god I have to pee so fucking bad I’m literally gonna piss myself” to me as she continues to sit mostly still). Thanks for reading!
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  4. This was during last December and Im not sure why I havent posted about it on here yet, maybe because its humiliating.. But I hope you guys enjoy it. Every story I post is true. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to put a fiction disclaimer on it somewhere. ______________________________ After I had finished a full day of work at around 6pm I decided I didn’t want to drive home and would rather spend some time Christmas shopping while I was already out. I was still in my work clothes but it didn’t bother me in the slightest as they were overall comfortable to walk around in. It was a casual work environment so I was wearing medium wash denim skinny jeans, a beautiful purple frilly tank top, a green neck scarf (more for looks than warmth) and a black leather coat vintage from the 90’s. I was absolutely freezing but I would lie through my teeth and tell you I was warm because I loved that outfit, i felt it make me look like a sexy artist type. I worked, and lived, in the middle of absolute nowhere so it was a 45 minite drive to get to a shopping center. Naturally I decided to get a very fancy, large strawberry banana smoothie with extra whip cream to drink during the drive. It is my absolute favorite beverage so I downed it quicker than I would with a coffee or water. Not the best idea. I drove to a very chic outdoor mall. It’s one of those uber fancy places where everyone wears Prada boots and buys designer chocolates at $300 a pop for their elaborate dinner parties or whatever rich people do. I was so out of place here. In the same parking lot is the fanciest food market I’ve ever seen with a name so Italian I couldn’t dream of pronouncing it. I decided to go run in really quick and pick up some organic vanilla beans before I went shopping in the mall. “It should only take like 5 minutes” I told myself. 5 minutes turned to 10 as I looked around aimlessly for vanilla and walking noticibly slowly because my bladder was killing me. When I had stepped out of the car I noticed I had to go but I didn’t think it was that bad until I really needed to focus on something, I found myself being constantly distracted by how desperate I was. I didn’t use bathroom before I left work either. Eureka! I had found the vanilla beans at literally the back of the store, very last shelf, end of the isle. I was holding my crotch at this point trying not to make it noticeable, as I’m already sticking out like a sore thumb in this area. I picked up the jar and very quickly put it back because I realized I wouldn’t be able to stand in the checkout line and not have a little accident......okay a big accident. “I’ll just use the bathroom here” I rationally told myself. Well, it turned out the universe isn’t rational because there’s no bathroom in the store. I abandoned any idea of ‘quickly grabbing vanilla’ as I power walked out of the market. A middle aged woman gave me a sad smile as I left. “Did she know?” I thought “Does everyone know??” Oh god maybe someone saw me do a potty dance or hold my crotch in the spice isle. It was very possible someone saw how badly I needed to go. I shook my head at the thought. I jogged through the parking lot to my car and dove into the drivers seat, trying not to think about the people in the store. I threw it in drive and moved to the parking spots closer to the actual mall. At this point all I’m thinking about is how badly I have to go. How I need to get to a bathroom this instant or I’m going to explode. It’s worth mentioning that I have a rather small bladder. I parked with the other cars and contemplated my game plan. “These are fancy people I can’t just sprint in holding myself in this mall, it would be humiliating” I pull up a map of the mall on my phone and look up where the nearest restrooms are located. It’s about three turns away from the entrance and I’m debating if I can even make it there. I’m holding my crotch constantly at this point sitting in my car and looking at the gates. If I left now I would Literally have to run to make it, and what if there’s a line? “No. I can do this, I’m an adult” I said, mentally giving myself a little pep talk. I opened my car door and jogged my way up to the entrance when I felt a pang in my bladder and a sizeable leek. I immediately turned on my heels and ran back to my car to desperately make it stop. I’m breathing hard with a flushed face not even caring about who could have spotted my odd behavior. “I’m not gonna make it” I say to myself. Im 45 minutes from home, unable to make it to even the closest restroom, trapped in my car in a parking lot of an ultra fancy mall. Oh god. I start racking my brain for what to do and start weighing my options. I don’t want to pee on my seat or in public in front of so many people. “Think. Think.” I say as time is clearly running out. I look around my car. “My smoothie cup!” Thank God I hadn’t thrown it away. I look around the parking lot to see if the coast is clear. It absolutely is not. There’s people everywhere. Shit. I don’t waste any time throwing my car into reverse and moving to the less occupied section of the parking lot which isn’t saying much because this IS a mall at Christmas time. This section is also facing the main road. My options are too limited to be picky now though. I glance around to see if I’m in the clear and spot one man, about 6 parking spaces away, probably in his mid 30s talking on the phone outside of his car and for whatever reason, he’s looking my way. Or at least it seems like he is, it’s fairly dark by now so at least I have that going for me. I try to hold off and give him a chance to move along but he’s too busy talking away. “I can’t wait any longer” The spurt in my panties now grown cold against my crotch, making me shiver and almost loose control. There are a few more people relatively close to me getting in and out of their respective cars. I check to see if Mr. Chatty Cathy is still there and, yup, he is. Screw it. Without a second thought I grab my left shoe and then my right and toss them onto my passenger seat, along with my socks just to be safe. The movement puts pressure on my bulging bladder but I can’t stop now. I yank my zipper down and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my too tight skinny jeans and pull. Taking off pants in your drivers seat is way harder than I expected. I frantically pull at the denim at the odd angle I have just praying I don’t wet myself here. I get the pants completely off (but now inside out) with a sigh of relief and toss them in the back seat. “Just the panties now” I thought as I shivered. I look down at my frilly pink cotton panties, their style really fitting the situation unfortunately “They really are wet” I yanked them down over my knees and threw them behind me somewhere with my jeans. I hiked up my shirt to get it out of the way and tucked it into my bra. I didn’t even think about the man as I got into a squatting position and placed the cup underneath me. From this angle you could easily see everything if you were close enough. But I literally had no other options. I let out an experimental burst and the damn just broke. I tilted my head back and let an audible sigh escape me as I completely let go. Rapidly filling the container I had to work with and making an incredibly loud tinkling noise. I all but moaned. I was holding it and fighting it for so long and it felt so good to just give in to it. My muscles relaxed and my body quivered. My bladder was just about empty now and I had almost filled the cup to the rim. I let the final drips slowly stop themselves and very carefully handled the cup. My face was bright red from an obvious blush but all I could feel was relief. “Much better” I sighed. Slowly but surely though, the humiliation set in. How could I have not been able to hold it on my own? I’m an adult and I’m out here making a laughing stock of myself. I sat there in my car, freezing and half naked. You wouldn’t believe how embarrassed and vulnerable you feel when you’re alone, miles from your home, car surrounded by strangers, and essentially naked. I shamefully looked over at the guy and he was still talking on the phone but with a big grin on his face and no longer looking my direction. I have no way of knowing if that grin is from me. I pulled my shirt down, trying not to flash my tits to the road or the man, and fished in the backseat for my panties. I slid them on and quickly remembered they were still wet and ice cold from my spurt earlier. I hung my head in shame as I worked my way into my jeans, realizing they were inside out, fixing them, and sliding them back on, spending way too much time without clothes for my personal tastes. I slid my shoes back on and stepped out of my car to dispose of the cup in the safest way possible, desperately avoiding eye contact with cellphone guy. I didn’t get my Christmas Shopping finished, and I had a long time to think about what I had done on the way home.
  5. It was a dreary Tuesday, it was around the late fall afternoon. Ella had been at work for almost 11 hours when she finally was able to go home. Her job as a front desk attendant for a local car dealership was a very long and uneventful job. But it paid the bills. She had plans that evening with a long time friend, Alyx. They were going to get dinner and drinks at the local Italian restaurant. Ella was wearing a pair of nice khaki pants and a very dressy shirt along with high heels. Her job required her to be very professional which meant very little time away from the front desk or the phones. Which also meant very little time for bathroom breaks during the day so she had to watch what she drank. Well today, she didn't really pay that any mind. She left work around 7pm and had to meet Alyx at 730. It was a 20 minute drive so she didn't have the time to stop anywhere. She hadn't noticed any urges or any out of the ordinary feelings until she got about half way to her car. She realized that she had to pee. And pretty bad too. But she decided to press on until she got to dinner. She got to her car and began to leave work when she got a cold chill. Not the kind from sickness but the kind telling her that she HAD to pee and it was an emergency. "This isn't good. This isn't good at all" she thought to herself. She sat with her legs pressed together and was constantly jiggling the left leg. "I'm a big girl. this is nothing...if I can handle a pregnancy and not wet myself once then this outta be cake." she whispered. She was about 5 minutes away when Alyx called her and told her that she'd have to reschedule and that she had an emergency come up. Ella was a little disappointed but was secretly happy given her predicament. She turned around and headed for home. Her apartment was about 10 minutes away and she was fairly certain she'd make it home without incident. Ella arrived to her apartment complex to see an ambulance sitting in her apartment. "...okay...guess I'll just have to park further away no biggie...." she thought as her bladder screamed for relief. She finally found a parking spot! But the downside was it was almost twice as far away as usual. She quickly got out of her car and locked the door behind her all while trying to do the most nonchalant pee dance. She didn't want anyone to know her situation and was super embarrassed that someone might see her. She walked as quickly as her heels and screaming bladder would let her without leaking any. She lived on second floor and usually took the stairs. She was starting to feel the immense pressure more and more with every step. The steps would be the hardest part of her challenge. But she took each step one at time. At this point, she was bent over at the waist. She had undone her belt and had a hand on her thigh. it was there to try and stop any pee that might try to escape. She was shaking from the desperation and she was begging herself to be strong enough to make it up just a few more stairs so she could relive herself. She made to her door after what seemed like an eternal walk from her car. She fumbled with her keys for a few seconds before opening the door. Her bathroom was at the backside of her apartment. She doubted she could contain herself that long. She made a split second decision. She ran into the kitchen, pulled her pants down as far as she could, and hopped up into the sink and unleashed the most relieving pee of her entire life. She sighed very loudly. She was so proud of herself for making home. She didn't make it to the toilet, but at least she didn't ruin her pants. And as far as he knew, no witnesses, not even her husband. I really enjoy writing these from time to time. I hope everyone else will at least somewhat enjoy it. If you ave any suggestions for more for future stories, I'd always love to hear them so either PM me or leave them below! Thanks!! -Sammi
  6. I ran into this video of a girl peeing in a bottle using a funnel in a car. I thought it was rather impressive. I'd never be able to pull this off without peeing all over the seat. I tried to upload this using Firefox and it didn't work. Now using Vivaldi browser and it does. Not sure what's the problem... Enjoy! Chick loopt in de auto op haar gemakje leeg dankzij plastuit.mp4
  7. Hi everybody! Its me, your friendly neighborhood KozmoFox! Now I'm sure a lot of you probably forgot that this was coming, given its been months and months and months since I held the actual lotto portion of Lotto 5, but I'm a busy lady okay? So much has changed in my life in the last year that actually taking the time of day to do something like this has become a rare pleasure, given that I now have my own apartment, I'm a student, a moderator here, a working journalist now even with her own bills to pay. Hell, I hardly have time to write. But here I am, writing away! Given its been so bloody long, let me run a refresher course for all the new faces I've seen around here in recent times. KozmoLotto is an event I hold for the website wherein I have people roll a dice roller, and whomever has the number closest to mine at the end of like 2 weeks gets to give me a reasonable scenario (Reasonable as in I'm not going to do over the top or super humiliating things) and I will put myself through it and I'll write about it. The scenario I'm writing for example, was from a user named @ews21, who requested I drive around while desperate in the car until I can no longer hold it. He expanded upon it in a pm! There was two winners this time, the other being @Imouto Bouquet (I'll get to yours soon <3) " for my challenge, you can wear whatever you want, preferably something like a skirt and tights, but again its your choice. This challenge is more of a practice thing where you try different techniques to determine what the best one is for peeing in a car as a female. Obvious you would have to try to use a bottle, a cup and a towel when you have to pee. You can also use anything else you would commonly find in your car, for instance a plastic bag or a pad. And of course finish with peeing yourself. You don't have to drive as that would be dangerous, but you do have to do all of these in the confines of the car ie you can't take your clothes off outside the car. Use as much protection as you need to keep your car clean and do this wherever you feel comfortable. " So let us get on with the show. If any of you have read my previous stuff, which I'll probably link at the bottom, you already have a decent idea of how I look. I'm not big. At all. For your general image peg me at somewhere in 100 pounds, 5'5. Skinnysmol, tatted up scenegoth chick. Got ink on my chest, collarbone, back, arms, some on my legs. This is one of the reasons that unlike some of my braver friends, any pictures I ever post, which will be probably never, will have to be taken very carefully because I definitely don't want to be recognized. Makes sense, right? Currently I have long blackish/brown hair that I occasionally touch up with some red hair dye to keep its shade. As for clothing, I went a little extra. If you know me, you know that I have a lot of wigs and I like to even wear them for recreational use sometimes, as I am a woman of many looks. On this specific day, I wore a long red haired wig, a jean miniskirt, a matching set of white bra and panties, a white tanktop, black leather jacket, and black and red striped thigh highs. Top it all off with a black beanie and I was ready to go! I borrowed my friends car for this, as I often do. I don't have my own but he doesn't care what I use it for as long as I return it and he doesn't need it during that specific timeframe. I got to his house with a backpack full of towels and spare clothes (obviously didn't show him what was inside) and already desperate as fuck to pee. I tried to keep my knee-knocking to a minimum in his presence and took off as soon as I could for very obvious and soon to be leaky reasons. I didn't want to have to fill up while in the car and have it for longer so for a few hours beforehand I had been ingesting a firehoses amount of water, and then had to hold it the entire bus ride that took well over an hour and a transfer or two, which was absolutely grueling and I'm bad at timing my holding things so I'm surprised I made it even that far without a dribble. It was a matter of optimizing the time of the challenge, however. So worth? So I take the car and I drive off, just kind of planning a route and getting used to the fact that I'm driving so I can't really jiggle my legs or cross them or anything like that. I stop when I pull around the corner and set up a trash bag and some towels on top of it, knowing full well the shenanigans that are to come. Once I'm all set up I pull my water bottle and several other things out from my backpack, stuff that was kinda specified in the message. like more plastic bags, an empty water bottle, stuff like that. I drove around for maybe another 20 minutes, a sweat building on my brow from what was honestly a mostly constant bounce. I'm sure a lot of people know by now, that I am a very animated holder. Even when I'm trying not to be seen, I have subtle techniques. Subtle ways to alleviate pressures and shit. When I don't care or nobody's watching, I'm full on jumping, stuffing my hands between my legs, criss crossing, everything. NONE of this could be done in a car. My hands and legs had to be in certain places doing certain things at all times. This was faaaar from my comfort zone, and I can't even begin to describe just how much harder this made holding it all in. I felt like I was going to flood my skirt and pee all over the seat at literally any second. I felt that way for 20 minutes. Every, single, second. That perpetual feeling of being on the absolute verge was agony, and after 20 minutes I hit a red light and my inner teeter totter of control started to dip to the other side. I had a brief moment to focus on myself and not on the road, I drove my free hand down my skirt and held on for dear life. Somehow, perhaps the sudden mental shift bringing the feeling to the forefront of my mind, made it worse. My hand suddenly grew wet as I spurted against my palm. Being the quick thinker I am, I remembered the very challenge I was doing. I removed my hand, grabbed the bottle, and pulled my underwear aside. It was not pretty. I peed on my hand, got some on my legs, the seat, my socks, maybe even one of the pedals. But the vast majority of it went right into the bottle, and I didn't cut it off until it was full. I felt SO much fucking better. And then the light turned green. I still had a substantial amount in me, and I needed to fill up more, so I grabbed my OTHER bottle with actual water, and began to drink as I drove off. At some point I poured the bottle of my mostly clear urine out the window. I got back to my city, and coasted around for a bit. Got some food with an extra large drink and chilled out in the parking lot. I was damp, a little bit of everything was, but the damage wasn't too bad. It was like the amount of liquid when like, someone makes you laugh when you're drinking and you either spit it or it sprays out your nose. It isn't a lot, it just covers a lot of area. Enjoying a meal while really needing to pee is an odd thing. Makes enjoying the food a little more difficult, but it can help the hold given when you eat you gotta wash it down, and of that I had plenty. See, this next incident happens roughly 40 minutes after the first one. My kidneys were ramped up to max velocity so my bladder had more than replaced what liquids I had lost, and it was more tired as a result of incident one. It got to the point where I was leaking tiny droplets again and softly mewling into my food from the pangs of desperation and then I was like, yeah, lets see what else is on this list before I piss all over the car while swallowing A&W. I chugged down the rest of my pop as soon as I could, and I was already starting to wet myself, a slight pool forming around my neither region on the towel I was sitting on, before I once more pulled my underwear to the side and let loose into this big cup. I didn't miss at all this time, with the margin for error being very small, but I only actually got to fill this up about 1/4 of the way before putting it aside in a hurry, as this was in a parking lot and there was people coming by. I got myself back in order, still desperate as FUCK for a pee, and drove a loop through the drive through, tossing the peed in cup into the trash as I pulled around. I really had to pee. No, seriously, I REALLY had to pee. I did not get enough out on that time to feel even remotely better. It was more frustrating than anything, and I could feel the underside of my skirt was wet and chafing against my thigh. I was sweating and groaning like a maniac, and I still had more things to do. Luckily I wouldn't even last another 10 minutes until my next incident. The next incident, is where the towel in the message would come into play, and I had brought yet another one for this specific purpose. I was driving down some roads, really needing to pee, on the absolute verge of completely wetting myself like a child in her car seat at any given moment. I needed to find a place to park, like some behind building parking lot in which I could just pee into this towel. Unfortunately, my body was just not having it at this point, not one bit. I was still driving down the street when I felt my entire torso contort, the pressure on my bladder condensing and twisting onto itself, signalling it was about to let go whether I wanted it to or not. Hands on the wheel, foot on the pedal, mouth saying 'No, please no, not yet' while I felt the floodgates ram open and my piss starting to pool beneath me. I pulled to the side of the road, threw the spare towel on the floor of the car, and slid down the seat, once more pulling my underwear aside. For a solid five seconds, I peed full force onto that towel. Not sure if you've ever peed with all of your force and might, pushing it with all your strength for 5 seconds, but you can get a lot out in that amount of time and the towel was overly saturated in no time at all. I panicked, realizing that I had just started wetting myself and pulled over while doing so, to the sidewalk, on a busy street. An inspection of my seat revealed a Kozmo-butt print on the two towels I was sitting on, which was soaked. My skirt? The ass of it was practically destroyed. Where most of it was blue, a solid third of the denim, being on my behind, was almost black from how saturated with pee it was. I sat back down onto the towels and felt them squish. I was on high alert fight or flight mode at this point, because again, busy street, people walking up and down the sidewalk. I knew I'd gotten away with it, but anyone to walk by at that current moment could glance in and become very confused, like what is that girl doing with all those damn towels? The fuck she spill? And so I gunned it away as fast as I could. I pulled through a Tim Hortons, and grabbed an extra large coffee. There was still one step left. I hopped on the highway towards home. Having peed on or in every object I intended to pee on or in, and with my clothing already badly damaged, the last thing I had to do was wet myself in this very car. Of course, I could have just let go. But who have I ever been to take the easy way out? I wanted to see if I could make it home first, or at least how close I could. I have no doubts that on a normal day on a normal hold, with this amount of liquid, I would have made it fine. My bladder is normally steely enough and capable enough to withstand such a toll. But now was different. I was on my last legs. After the constant near bursts my bladder had suffered, it was like a boxer in the final round after having gone the distance. My muscles just didn't want to do it anymore. The coffee made its presence known, and before I knew it I was at bursting capacity again. I shifted from side to side, jiggling my non-pedal leg, I did my absolute best not to think about it. But I was driving on a highway, and aside from taking one hand off the wheel to stuff it and my skirt into my crotch, there was fuck all I could do about it. My bladder gave up its hold, despite my constant moans and groans and squeaks of protest. I lost complete control, and grandly peed my skirt right there in that seat. And I was only halfway home, driving on a highway. Tears plucked at my eyes from desperation and frustration, constantly saying "No no no, I'm almost there please fucking no" as I felt the first drops moisten my already damp panties. I wanted to bad to throw one leg over the other. Add my other hand. Jump around. Do ANYTHING at all, but I couldn't. I literally could not. I'm not used to losing control and not being able to fight it. I'm not used to wetting myself so HELPLESSLY. I can't tell you what it looked like. I didn't take my eyes off the road. Not once. But I can tell you how it felt. I can tell you how my muscles dropped, how I felt the warm, wet urine pour out of me, increasing in pressure with every passing second. I can tell you how I felt it pool under my ass, filling my skirt like a swimming pool. How it pooled around my backside, saturating my panties, and warming my entire lower body. How it rushed forward, my leg still bouncing, my lips still begging for it to just not, as it soaked my thighs, my thigh high socks, being absorbed by them, the towel underneath me. How eventually my panties, skirt, socks, and towel were no longer enough, and it began to rush over the front of the seat, onto the floor. How I felt it pour down like a waterfall, spattering against the back of my knees and calves. I can tell you how warm I felt, like it was the hottest summer day. I can tell you how it sounded. I can tell you how I heard my own groans in my throat. The involuntary mewls. The self-begging I do to myself every single time I wet. The begging to please no, not yet. Please don't pee. Please don't wet yourself, not here, not like this, you can do it, you can make it, please stop. I can tell you how it sounded, the psssshhhhhhh...SSSSSHHHHHH as I went from spurting to full on spraying into my underwear. The sloppy and wet sound of fabric being attacked by a torrent of which it was not made nor ready for. I can tell you the sound of it hitting the back of my legs. Of it pouring onto the floor. The splashing. The trickling. The moans of relief, and the silence that followed. I can tell you the sound of my breaths, as I had worn myself out as I always do and needed oxygen, the in, the out, how deep they were, until I had finally restored my composure and state of being, now feeling better than ever, and also now like jelly in the limbs. I did eventually get home. The damage was just as bad as you think it was, the back of my entire lower body was soaked. The towels felt like they'd been thrown in a lake, but the seats were fine given the layers of garbage bags under the towels. Some had run into my shoes, some had even gotten onto my shirt. This was a full blown accident with no decency to be left over. But god was that an experience, and one I'll never forget. I cleaned up the car just fine, as the only actual damage was to the mat underneath my feet, which I washed just fine. When my friend picked his car up he was none the wiser. Overall, it ended up being a very interesting day! I put my pajamas on and watched Rick & Morty, as well as played some Bloodborne for the rest of the night. Laundry, could wait until tomorrow. ------- And that everyone, was KozmoLotto V! Well, the first part anyway. Hopefully I can get to the second part somewhat soon. For those of you who are new to my experiences and writings, I hope you enjoyed this! I don't do this for anyone but this website I adore and love so much! Its good to be back at it. ? Thank you all for coming, and reading, and enjoying. I love you all so much, and I love all the love and support you give to me and content like this. I hope its all what you were hoping for and more, because I pride myself on the quality of my experiences and the skill I put into writing them out.~ So please enjoy!!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ If you ARE in fact new, and want to read MORE, allow me to self-promote and link my other stuff. Because obviously this is the 5th lotto, meaning there's 4 more, as well as my other shenanigans: Wet myself looking for a bathroom at a club! Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas. Wet myself outside of the bathroom Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! Wet myself at the University Peed my pants while tech supporting a friend! And the lottos! And last but not least, my 4th lotto and not to humble brag, the highest rated post in the history of omorashi.org:
  8. BlueWetter

    female Witnessed Accident

    Hi everyone! It's been awhile since my last post.. Sorry The person who had the accident, from my best guess, is in her mid-to-late twenties. So, this happened about three hours ago.. This is a 100% true story.. I witnessed this happen and had no contact with the person in question.. I find myself wondering about the events that led up to this occurring.. only she will know.. I was taking a small road trip today, and stopped at a Pilot truck stop for a drink and a few snacks. I went inside of the store and nothing was out of the ordinary. I made my purchase, came back out to my vehicle and climbed inside it. As I was opening my snacks and getting ready to drive off, I noticed a woman in a white SUV next to my vehicle moving around quite a lot in the passenger seat. My first impression was that she just woke up.. I also noticed about her striking good looks as well.. She had beautiful dark brown hair and was wearing a black shirt. I saw her roll around in the passenger seat and then she sat still for a moment.. I thought nothing of it at this point.. What really caught my attention was after the of passenger side door flung open, and she stumbled out looking disheveled, and honestly rather groggy... I took the opportunity to check her out, and noticed she had on some very short and sexy looking black denim shorts. I looked down towards her crotch and legs and thought they looked kind of wet.. I figured it was just the Omo side of my brain playing tricks on me.. My suspicions were confirmed, however, when she turned around.. I got quite the visual surprise.. Rising from between her legs was a quite large patch of wetness, covering it almost her entire butt.. In the center of that wet patch, there was a large brown stain and a slight bulge.. Her legs also had some brown stains on them.. I soon realized she went to the bathroom in the passenger seat of the car.. I quickly looked past her body and saw a large brown stain on the passenger seat upholstery. Apparently, she completely let go, right in her pants, while going down the road, or while the driver of the car fueling up their vehicle... I almost could not believe what I was seeing.. A total loss of bladder and bowel control by a woman, in a car, in real life.. One of my big fantasies.. ?Wow, I never thought I would see it happen, but it did, not 30 feet away.. I can't make this stuff up! I watched her as she reached into the backseat, and grabbed a small backpack, then shuffled her way inside of the fuel station. I decided to get on the road again and process what I'd just seen.. I actually feel bad for her.. Hopefully the driver of the car was understanding and kind about her accident. This did, however, slightly arouse me too. Well, this sure will be a road trip to be remember.. ?
  9. I will upload this video if someone can show me an easy way to download videos from MyDirtyHobby. Miss Mia deactivated her account so this video can no longer be purchased anywhere. It's a shame because it is an excellent one. She pees naked for over a minute and a half right on to the seat and it gets absolutely destroyed.
  10. The petite brown mouse shifted uncomfortably in the driver’s seat of her SUV. An empty water bottle discarded on the passenger’s side combined with the mostly empty sonic drink in the cup holder gave away why. Audrey looked back out the front window, noticing traffic had moved slightly and letting her foot off the brake to scoot her car forward a couple feet. She pressed the brake again gently, trying to ease her car back to a stop, avoiding any sort of abrupt motion. Adjusting her glasses, she checked her phone’s map again. hat had started as a slightly yellow and green line had darkened to a deep red over the course of her drive. It had been simple, really. The Target near her home had run out of a chair that was on clearance but would be a perfect fit for her living room. She'd been so excited to find out one across town, a thirty minute drive away but still faster than ordering it online, had the chair in stock. It was on hold, but unluckily for the young woman so was traffic. Some sort of wreck had happened early on that had brought her drive to a standstill. Had Audrey known this was going to happen, she'd never have picked up such a large drink, given her small stature, a route 44 was ridiculous. She also would've gone to the bathroom after downing her water bottle, before she'd left the other target. Instead, she'd sucked down both. The strawberry limeade she'd picked up to make her supposedly short trip more enjoyable had gone down so smooth on the warm day. She'd even started crunching on the ice when traffic had begun to really stack, but foolishly hadn't exited the highway. Now everything inched along at a snail’s pace. Everything that was except for the drinks she had pumped into herself without a second thought. She'd begun to grow concerned about twenty minutes prior when she realized traffic hadn't moved beyond a crawl in over ten minutes, and a noticeable pressure had started to grow from just below her belly button. The last twenty minutes had not been kind. Traffic was boring to sit in, giving little focus on but the steady and inevitable drip from her stomach to her bladder. Even worse, when she shifted she could still feel a distinct slosh coming from her belly. She was already so full, but more was forcing itself into her taut organ. Nervously, she began to chew her lip as she looked around. Her whiskers were starting to quiver with anticipation. The seat belt dug in cruelly, but it was hard keep it off. Things were becoming dire as she undid the top button on her jeans. They were one of those three button numbers that made her stomach look nice and flat, but didn't help at all in a situation like this. With no relief in sight, she fiddled with the second button, before undoing it as well. That had helped. To hell with it. The third button was next. The form fitting t shirt she wore did nothing to hide the small pudge that seemed to be growing in her abdomen. That had bought her time, but she wasn't sure how much. Audrey began to fidget with her hair, curling her coppery locks around her fingers. A honk brought her attention back to the road as she gingerly moved her car forward. Her exit was in sight! “Eep!” she squeaked as her bladder gave a particularly strong signal. Her zipper remained in place for the moment, but deciding to throw all modesty out the window, she pulled out down, sighing at the very noticeable relief. That had reduced her strain massively, but the battle wasn't over yet, not by a long shot. Despite the exit coming into view, with how slow traffic was moving there was just no telling how long it would take to get to there. She clenched her legs together tightly. Anything to hold back the growing tide. Slowly but surely, traffic trudged onward. The clock seemed to be moving in slow motion while the mouse’s kidneys worked double time, constantly drizzling in more and more urine. The thirty minute drive had rapidly devolved into what was now over an hour long ordeal. While undoing her zipper five minutes earlier had helped then, any benefit there had been seemed to be disappearing. Audrey was starting to have trouble sitting still. It seemed like her pants, even with the zipper down, were just too tight on her poor bladder. She held the seat belt off what was now a noticeable budge as best she could, but the simple reality was becoming very clear. She was running out of time. Determinedly, Audrey pressed on, trying in vain to focus on something other than the growing ocean inside of her. Focusing on anything else, however, was nearly impossible. A pulse seemed to be emanating throughout her body. “Ah!” A high pitched moan escaped her mouth as a violent wave or urgency over took her. Startled, she made the mistake of jumping up slightly. When she flopped back down, a few drops escaped. The little mouse was positively desperate. She needed to relieve herself, and if she wasn't able to find somewhere to take care of it, her body would be deciding for her soon enough. Finally, Audrey began the slow crawl down the exit ramp. One more mile. Five more minutes. Then she could let go. Just five more minutes. Surely she could hold out that long. She eyed the sonic cup. The remaining ice had melted, leaving about a fifth of the cup full of water. That could be an option, but she'd had to drink the rest if the water. The idea of putting any more liquid in her was just too daunting. Why in the hell had she gotten a route 44 sized drink? The next five minutes were torture in its purest form. Free of the traffic that had put Audrey in this position in the first place, she realized she had to let her seatbelt go back where it was supposed to fit. As the fabric snapped against her abdomen, she nearly cried out. Against her will, a small trickle of piss began leak out, pooling in her panties. She was starting to lose control. In a final act of defiance against herself, Audrey shoved her hand down her pants and against her pee hole. She felt her bladder flex desperately, trying to push out more pee, but dammit she would hold it in by force if she had to. The little mouse was not going to piss her pants. As her SUV rounded the last corner into the Target parking lot, Audrey almost wept in relief. It was almost over. She parked her car as close to the entrance as she could. That was when she remembered the state of her pants. She couldn't go in with her pants totally unzipped and unbuttoned, and hand shoved down holding back a veritable sea of liquid. It would look ridiculous. Cautiously, she tightened her muscles and pulled back her hand. When that worked, she went to pull up her zipper. It hurt, but she managed. Now the tough part. Those damn buttons. Painstakingly, Audrey wriggled the first button on. Her bladder protested but she pushed forward, pressing her hand against herself from the outside, while getting the second button on with her free hand. Okay, that was done. Now she just had to make it to the actual toilet. She opened her door, grabbed her purse, and stepped outside. Gravity hit like a truck. Involuntarily, she squeezed her legs tightly together, and bounced lightly on the balls of her feet. It worked enough. Audrey took short, smooth steps towards the entrance. Nothing that would jostle her already fragile state. It seemed like literally everything she had drank had gone straight through, and was now begging for release. What had seemed like a mile long walk began to shorten into something manageable. Despite all her caution, a few drips began to make their way free, but she pressed forward. Soon, she stepped through the automatic doors and into the glorious air conditioning. Looking left, then right, she spotted the restrooms sign, and could have cried with joy. Soon, soon, soon, the young woman thought fervently. As she approached the bathroom, the drips turned into a more frequent trickle. She stepped across the threshold of the women's bathroom. The first toilet stall stood, door open, as if it was inviting her in. Her bladder chose that moment to make it clear it was done waiting. While she'd contained things to a small trickle, a strongly spasm pushed out a much larger flow. Audrey's eyes grew to the size of saucers. She didn't think any further as she nearly leaped into the stall, tore her pants down, and began to piss in a long, seemingly endless stream. Audrey sat back, relaxing totally on the toilet, tongue lolling out of her mouth I'm utter relief. God, it felt so unbelievably good to just have let go. An almost orgasmic sense of pleasure radiated out through her body, and she gave a low, quiet moan. As she finished up, she took a look at her panties. Well, those were wrecked. They looked drenched. She took them off and threw them away. Her pants, remarkably, weren't too bad, despite their light hue. There was a small wet spot, but after putting them back on, she couldn't see it from the front or behind in the mirror. Audrey smiled as she left the bathroom. She'd made it, and now she could get her damn chair, having only lost a pair of panties for her trouble. Next time, she'd just order the damn thing online.
  11. thomascromwell2

    female DLEE-163

    Anyone have the full movie of this? DLEE-163 My sister pissed at Car https://www.jade-net-home.com/products/107819?m= Thank you!
  12. girl talks about why she peed herself in the car, wetness shown at 4.15 I have my doubts if she really peed herself in such an expensive car with white leather seats. At least she asserted it and there is some wetness around her butt (I really hate such loose clothing).
  13. View File Alyssa Reece Collection Hope you're all having lovely weekends! I'm excited to make my first forum contribution some incredible Alyssa Reece videos. In the first video Alyssa begins to leak in her body suit before giving up and completely letting go. In the second she begs you to let her pee in your car, and then gets out to show the damage and pees even more! In the third Alyssa receives a message supposedly with a picture of her friend who had an accident. She laughs but then has an accident of her own. I've seen some of her content on here before and just love her content, so I hope you all enjoy these! May update with more content in the future! x Submitter jj2jjj Submitted 03/04/2018 Category Desperation Clothing Jeans  
  14. Thisguy8120

    malefemale Wetting on the way home

    This happened last month on the day of the super bowl. I was with one of my best friends as we were getting amped to see the patriots play the eagles. I had come to his house straight from work and hadn’t really eaten or drank much at all. I arrived at his house around 3 and began gulping down a water bottle. We hung out for a bit and then decided we’d take a trip to liquor store to pick up some beers for the super bowl party we were going to. I refilled my water bottle and drank it on the way, not realizing I hadn’t peed since the early morning. We got to the liquor store and I picked up some UFO ( one of my favorite beers). When we arrived at the party, we took pre game shots and I gulped down another water. Note I always drink a water in between alcoholic drinks. The game was super close and stressful to watch so I ended up having four of my beers and that’s when my bladder gave me some serious warning signs. I was wearing my really comfortable blue jeans but were kind of old so the waste band digs into my bladder when it gets full. So I decided to get up and use the bathroom. Well typically when I’m desperate to pee, it always seems I’m bursting and full in 30 minutes all over again. It was coming down to the wire so we had shots for good luck followed by another beer and *suprise* a water. The game ended and we lost D: but hey I can’t complain since we are always in the Super Bowl haha. At this point my focus was no longer on the game and realized I was bursting to pee again. I was at an 8/10 and grabbed a water for the road since my throat was dry. I went to use the bathroom but someone was in there and we were leaving. We had plans to go bitch about the game at my other friends house so I figured I’d go there. On the way over forgot about my need and pounded the water since my throat was dry. After I finished it i became super desperate. I felt the waste band gouging into my bladder while holding myself since I couldn’t cross my legs while driving. My pants felt super tight at this point because I felt like I swelled up like a balloon with pee. I decided to unbotton my pants for the ride and it helped relieve some pressure but I was at a 9/10. I arrived at my friends and had to rebutton my jeans, which was absolute torture. I walked to his stairs trying to maintain composure carrying my remaining beers. We said our hellos but I felt awkward immediately using the bathroom so I figured I could wait a few minutes. We started talking about the game and I got distracted and started sipping down my remaining beers. I.5 beers in when my bladder gave a kick and swiftly reminded me i was gonna blow. I remembered I was super desperate when his sisters walked in and one went into the only bathroom. Knowing I couldn’t get relief made if 1000 times worse. I get crossing and uncrossing my legs under the table. I was trying to hold myself with my elbow so it wouldn’t be as obvious. My pants were digging into me I was so full and I could feel the front of my pants getting a bit damp. I had a small leak into my underwear which was also convientlly tight on me and I realized I should leave before I had an accident in front of my friends. At this point I had been holding on super desperate for 2.5 hours. I announced I was tired and going home and when I stood up it took everything I had to hold back the river of pee inside. As I walked out the door I had a minor leak and sat down in my car. As soon as I sat down my waste band dug harshly into me and a small wet spot appeared on the front of my jeans. I quickly Un did the button and started driving home. The whole way home I felt wave after wave washing over me begging me to let go. I had my knees knocking together as I held myself doing mini bends forward to try and hold it. Once I got to the light near my house I felt a strong surge. It felt almost ripply as it came over me I sensed unmediated my muscles were too tired to hold back. It was that feeling like when your on a bike for miles and your legs are too tired to get you over a hil. Immediately I felt that hot warmth crawl over the front of my pants and the hand holding myself felt wet. I looked down and there was a baseball sized wet spot on my pants. I kept driving letting out little dribbles as I slowly peed my pants. Once I parked I had to cross my legs and regain composure before I could stand up. I started pissing myself again and legit the whole front of my jeans down to my thighs was covered in Piss. I walked up to my door still peeing every few seconds, hoping no one was awake, and ran into the bathroom. I started peeing full force and ripped my Jeans then my boxers down and finished. My underwear was completely soaked as well as the top half of my jeans. This accident was completely unplanned and thankfully I got away with it. After that I was super turned on and did my thing ;) then I had to get rid of the evidence and wash my clothes! Sorry for the length everyone thanks for reading!
  15. Annika_Heinrich

    female pee in traffic jam ;)

    hope you like it ;P Während dem Stau im Auto abgestrullert!!! mit DaddysLuder.mp4
  16. largebio

    malefemale Childhood accident

    It happened when I was around five years old. I was in school playing with something (I can’t remember what), and I had to pee. It was nearly end of the day, and since the school toilets were gross (imagine five year old guys trying to pee standing into a regular toilet). So I decided to wait. I think it must have been 30-60 minutes until the bell rang to end the day. Both of my parents worked that day, so instead I went home with a friend. He had a been given a wooden railroad set recently and we agreed to play with it. Now, back in those days I was a big railroad fan, do I was excited to play with it. So excited I completely forgot about my urge to pee. We would always get a glass of juice and I happily drank it. We must have played around an hour and a half, and I remember pinching my penis as I became aware of my need to pee again. Then my friend’s mom came and told us for some reason I can’t remember, we were going to pick up my friend’s father from his work, about a 15-20 minutes drive away. We were leaving immediately and although I really needed to go by now, I was to shy to ask to go potty and cause a delay. I don’t remember a lot from the car trip, but it must have included a lot of wriggling in my seat and pinching myself. And looking back on it my friend - who was in the backseat next to me - must have noted my desperation. What I do remember vividly is having to wait outside the office building where my friend’s father worked. I started trembling and even before my friend’s dad reached the car I flooded my pants and the car seat. It just came out all at once, no warning spurts, just one massive flood. I was so emberassed but at the same time felt relieved. Luckily they had leather seats and my friend’s parents never made a big deal out of it. The most emberassing thing was yet to come. I had changed into a pair of my friend’s trousers, which my mom obviously noted when she came to pick me up. She asked what happened and my friend’s mom told the story, emphasizing it was no big deal and accidents happen. Although the experience was uttely humiliating, I think - looking back - this is where my interest in car wettings started, later evolving into my wholesale interest in omo. Hope you enjoyed the story!
  17. View File Katie in the care An older one, the quality isn't the best but the video is nice. Katie is absolutely bursting in the car. You can see that there is already a big patch on her by the time she gets out of the car. Leaky Leaky bursting Submitter Despholder Submitted 02/05/2018 Category Desperation Clothing  
  18. I was at a friend's for hours drinking water and pop and didn't want to use their bathroom because I thought I could hold it until I got home but as I got in my car to leave I realized I was so desperate I couldn't drive. I wasn't about to go back in to use the bathroom and I wasn't going to get out of the car in the driveway so I simply sat there and peed my pants in the seat. It flooded the seat under me and soaked the crotch of my jeans. I had to drive home in the rapidly cooling wetness. I start peeing at like 0:50 but you cant really see it. VID_20180126_024840.mp4
  19. It's a girl who wets her jeans by the car. Nudity after 01:00 Amateur girl wets her jeans on the road.mp4
  20. Found another video on tumblr that I haven't seen here before! is the link to the blog. :) tumblr_okylioMWw31s0xkm6.mp4 tumblr_okylioMWw31s0xkm6.mp4
  21. As the title says, I'm curious as to how everyone likes to travel. Personally, I love trains. I have since I was a kid, and I traveled cross country to see family once on VIA Rail. It was actually one of the best experiences of my life. So, how do you travel?
  22. Yesterday morning I got an oil change in my Jeep and after that I was working, cleaning and remodeling a rental house. It was a beautiful day out and I decided it was a good day to take scrap metal to the scrapyard. I loaded the trailer full of stuff to take to the scrapyard, which was tiring work so I gulped down a bottle of water and cracked open a cold Dr. Pepper as I headed home to get my wallet to return the metal. (I forgot the wallet with my licence at home..) By the time I got home it was 2:30 and the scrap yard closed at three. I sprinted inside and searched for my wallet. It took me like five minutes to find my wallet and was going to go pee, but I wanted to get to the scrap yard before they closed so I figured I could hold it until later... I jumped back into my car and took off down the road. I was following this slow old rusty truck spewing gross exhaust fumes. Call Me Maybe came on the radio so naturally I turned it up and started singing like a fool B). Because of my loud music, and the fumes of the car in front of me, I had no idea my oil plug had fallen out from the oil change earlier and my car no longer had any oil, and my car came to a screeching halt.. quite literally. Smoke was coming out from under my car from the burnt oil. I called a tow truck and they said they were really busy and it would be 45 minutes to an hour... I took a sip of my Dr. Pepper and then it hit me how badly I needed to pee... about 5 minutes went by and I was squirming all over the place. I had my hand between my legs and was in pain from holding it. A few minutes after that a small spurt leaked out and I tried to hold back the rest. I failed. I completely flooded my pants and the car seat. I had my hand down my pants trying to hold it as the pee sprayed though my fingers. After I finished I grabbed a shirt from the back of the car to soak up as much as I could, but there was still a puddle in the seat. The tow truck finally about 45 minutes later and I had to ride in the tow truck to the mechanic . The tow truck driver didn't say anything but I'm sure he noticed. Oh and the oil change place was very nice about it and said everyone makes mistakes, they were very apologetic and bought the car off of me at a price they we both agreed was fair. I was amazed how well they handed it!
  23. TobiasChwan

    malefemale Car Accident (Ianthony)

    Ok, so I was reading through some Omo on deviantart and found this and though I could tweak it. Tweaked from: http://hiccupfangirl11.deviantart.com/art/Ianthony-A-Trip-to-the-Beach-Omorashi-361590467 Which is tweaked from: http://lovemcg99.deviantart.com/journal/trip-to-the-beach-OMORASHI-ianthony-361385579 Tweaked here a little~ "Hey, Ian. It is a beautiful day out. Do you want to go to the beach?" Anthony asked Ian, heading for the car. "Sure, why not? When do you want to leave?" Ian replied, smiling. He felt like he needed some sunlight anyway. "I actually wanted to leave now so we don't hit traffic," Anthony said, opening the trunk of the car and putting some towels and such-like in it. Then both Anthony and Ian got in the front seats and began driving off. They were 30 minutes down the road when Ian had felt something that he didn't want to. "Hey, Ant, do you think you could pull over?" Ian had asked his friend, shifting around a little. He had chugged three large bottles of water for a video of theirs and he hadn't gone to the bathroom, and he was beginning to regret it. "Why do you want me to pull over Ian?" Anthony asked, not taking his eyes off the road. "Please Anthony just pull over?" Ian asked desperately. "Not unless you tell me why. Because if it is a stupid reason, the answer is no." Anthony replied. Ian nearly had his legs crossed. "Anthony, please!" Ian pleaded. "Ian, I had told you no, unless you tell me why." Anthony said, feeling a little bit dominant over his boyfriend at the moment. Ian whimpered slightly but stayed silent, looking out of the window and trying to ignore it the best he could. Another 10 minutes passed and Ian sighed, knowing that he would barely make it by the time they got to the beach, and he imagined relaxing and the long stream, but his thoughts snapped back to reality as he realized how desperate he was by receiving a firm nudge from his bladder, making his hands shoot straight onto his crotch and he groaned. This got Anthony's attention, and he looked at Ian, suddenly turning a bright red. "Oh..." Anthony said, nearly licking his soft dry lips and laughing. "Sh-shut up!" Ian said, almost shouting but that would put more pressure onto his bladder. Anthony couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. "I said SHUT UP!" Ian snapped, but then whimpering as he lost a tiny spurt. "Ian, we are almos-" Anthony's sentence had cut short when he realized the traffic was bumper to bumper. "Oh shit... Ian, do you think you can make it? Because we are stuck in traffic..." This is were my part comes in~ "WHAT? You got to be fucking kidding me! Ugh, it hurts..." Ian said, grabbing his crotch tightly. "Okay, just keep trying," Anthony had said, trying not to sound turned on, but failing a little. Luckily, Ian was too busy trying not to wet himself. "You don't happen to have a bottle, do you?" Ian asked, his voice sounding very desperate. "Sorry, I don't," Anthony replied, honking at a car that wouldn't move. "Dumb asses..." "Oh... It hurts, Anthony... I-I can't hold it," Ian said quietly, desperately grabbing his crotch. This made Anthony even harder. "Okay, you know what? Just go. I don't want you to hurt yourself," Anthony said, resisting biting his lower lip. "NO! I can't do that, it will be everywhere!" Ian replied. Anthony really want this to happen, because seeing Ian desperate was always turned him on. Anthony tried to hold the bulge he had in his pants, but picturing that was turning him on. "Anthony... Is that what I think it is!" Ian said, seeing Anthony's boner. "Sorry, Ian, I'm trying not to be turned on by this whole thing..." Anthony replied, blushing a little. "Anthony, how could you be turned on like this!?" Ian yelled, groaning at the immense pain. "S-shit..." he whimpered and bent over, one hand on his bladder and the other hand giving himself a tight squeeze so that he wouldn't piss himself. Anthony bit his lip, crossing his legs so that he could keep both hands on the steering wheel, and then the traffic began to move again. He slowly picked up speed so that he could get there faster, but he hadn't seen a bump coming. The bump lifted them both out of their seats slightly. "Aa-ah! Anthonyyy!" Ian whined, losing a 4 second spurt. The whine made Anthony even harder and he was finding it hard to keep his hard-on under control. "Stop being turned so damn horny and pull over!" Ian demanded. "I'm sorry Ian, but we both know I can't..." he said, trying to sound sorry although he knew he could if he really wanted. Ian sighed and whimpered, looking out at the cars that were passing and trying to take his mind off of wetting. Anything, apart from wetting. However, Anthony was doing the opposite. All he could think of was how hot it'd be if Ian actually pissed himself in his car! He fidgeted in his seat too and as his trousers rubbed against his groan he had to suppress a groan of pleasure. "Great, so here I am about to piss myself and all you can think about is your dick! What's so 'sexy' about this anyway!?" Ian demanded loudly, but then he whimpered as he lost another spurt. He now had a semi-big wet patch on his groin. "It hurts, Anthony..." he said, quietly. "I know, Ian, how long can you hold it for?" Anthony asked, feeling ashamed of himself whilst avoiding the question. "N-not long..." Ian replied in a whisper. Anthony slowed right down as they went over another bump, but as each wheel went over the bump Ian felt his bladder spasm and he continuously spurted. "A-Anthony! I-it's happening! P-please stop!" Ian begged, tears of desperation welling in his eyes, Anthony couldn't move in case he gave himself more pleasure, but he sighed. "Just go." he said. "W-what!? No! It'll go everywhere! Just STOP! NOW!" Ian yelled angrily, groaning as the spurts continued and his wet patch grew. "No, just go in the seat. I won't mind." Anthony replied, finding it extremely hard to keep his eyes on the empty road. Ian couldn't protest any more, it was too late. Sweet relief coursed over his body as the warm yellow-ish liquid forced itself out of his body, the wet patch increasing in size extremely quickly. "A-anthony..." he whispered as his jeans overloaded with the liquid and the pee began to soak into the seat as well, the hissing noise extremely distracting in the silent car. Anthony's boner was so overwhelming it was painful, and he crossed his legs tighter and had to stop himself from head butting the steering wheel. Eventually (after a good few minutes) the hissing noise died down, leaving the soaked Ian sobbing lightly, his trousers soaked along with the seat. Anthony gently rubbed his back, unsure what he could do. "There, isn't that better?" he asked nervously. "No... Now your car is ruined..." Ian said quietly. "No it isn't, I was planning to get new seats anyways." Anthony reassured. "I just pissed myself in front of my best friend, in his new car, Anthony. Leave me alone." Ian continued. Anthony took his hand back and sighed, extremely ashamed at how turned on he was as they made their way to the beach anyway. TO BE CONTINUED...
  24. Some of you may have read my story ‘desperatly driving home from work’, which happened three weeks ago. Today I’m gonna tell you what happened the next day (February 2). Sorry it took me so long to write it, but I’ve been extremely busy the last few weeks. Hope you enjoy :) So my day was very similar to the day before: I work for two hours, have some spare time and then work another two hours. Since I had almost full-on wet myself in my car (if it wasn’t for my pull-up) the day before, I had kinda learned my lesson and I decided to drink less water. I left for work, but this time I didn’t wear a pull-up, because I felt more confident about drinking less water. Nothing special happened until I was in my last hour of work again. When I arrived at my last patient’s house and we sat down at the table, I saw they had already put a 0,5 litre bottle of water and a big glass on the table for me. At first I was hesitant to drink it, considering the events which happened the day before. After 15 minutes, I decided to drink some water anyway, because I was actually really thirsty. I hadn’t been drinking anything since my lunch break, which was 5 hours before. Some water was welcome. It was my last hour of work and I didn’t feel the need to pee. If the need would come, I would still make it home dry … I thought. So In the last 45 minutes I downed the bottle of water completly. The moment I stood up to pack my things and say goodbye to my patient, my bladder started to work. When I sat down in my car, a huge wave of desperation hit me. So typical. I immediatly felt like I was at 8/10 and had to jam my hand between my legs. I started my car and heared a familiar sound *beep beep beep*. The sound brought me back to earth. The beeping was telling me I had almost ran out of gas and had to find a gas station. I was already driving around for quite a while with my almost empty gastank. Normally I go to a gas station near my house, but I had forgotten to do that before going to work. With a 30 minute drive ahead of me, I probably wouldn’t make it home if I didn’t put any gas in my car. Great, this is not what I had imagined. I didn’t want to put gas in my car. I wanted to drive home as fast as a could to be able to pee. Anyway, I had no other choice. While being desperate in the car again, I started looking for a place to buy gas. Although I don’t recall being as desperate as I was the day before, I still had a really hard time holding it. I was squirming almost constantly and pushing my hand between my legs every now and then. After 20 minutes I finally saw a gas station and pulled over. The moment I stepped out of the car, gravity started working and pushed hard on my bladder. I immediatly felt even more desperate than I was when I was driving around. I started walking around my car nervously. I had to pee so bad. I felt like the moment I would stop moving and relax my muscles, I would completly soak my grey jeans. It was the first time I stopped for gas in this kind of gas station, so I didn’t really know how it worked and I needed some time figuring out which steps I had to take. While I was doing so, I was kinda pee dancing to prevent myself from wetting. I was lifting my legs and pushing my crotch a little bit while bending forward. I grunted. ‘Just put a little gas in the car’, I said to myself. ‘Just enough to make it home’. There was just no time to waste. I was on the verge of wetting myself. I took the handle and started putting gas in my car as fast as I could. I tried to keep my figure and stand still. The moment gas started pumping through the tubes, my bladder gave in. A huge spurt dampened my panties. And another. And another. I looked down in horror, and immediatly saw some strains spreading on my inner thighs. They went from my crotch to halfway my thighs. This is it, I thought. I’ll have to come home and admit to my parents I have wet myself like a 5-year old. My mind had already given up the fight, but apparantly my body hadn’t. To my own surprise, I somehow managed to regain controle after those three spurts. I jumped back in my car and started rubbing my thighs, hoping the wetness would magically disappear. Which of course didn’t happen. I also put my airco on and started blasting hot air to make the stains go away. That’s how I proceeded my drive home. I didn’t leak or spurt in my panties anymore, even though my bladder was still really really full. Like the day before, I immediatly dashed into the bathroom the second I got home, doing another pee dance in front of the toilet. The relief was huge! After that I sprinted to my room and put on my pyjama’s, before having dinner. My parents never noticed what had happend. Nailed it!
  25. DakotaDriver

    My first real experience...

    I've been lurking on this site for about a year now, since I found it during my desperation google-searches. I feel confident enough to post my own story now, since I (sort of) have a feel for the site. I'm pretty sure I'm not violating any rules, but please let me know if I'm doing anything borderline. Apologies for the long text. The events are all true, while I may have embellished the details a bit. This happened about 5 years ago, when I was about 19. I'm a guy, by the way. I was over at a friends place for his graduation party. There were about 40 people there, milling about and doing whatever the hell people do at parties. I personally am not very social, and I was actually there just to help run the A/V system. Music is blasting, the dance floor is rumbling, and the alcohol is flowing. I don't drink, then or now. The party rolled on till about 1AM, when people started to stumble out in various states of inebriation. I packed up the gear and helped the DJ put his stuff back into his van, and was in the process of putting my own mixer table into the back of my pickup when I notice a girl trying to get into her car. She's obviously shitfaced drunk, fumbling with her keys trying to get the door unlocked. She drops the keys and bends over to pick them up, stumbles, and goes down in a tangle. Me being the quintessential Good Samaritan that I am at heart, rush to her aid. "Woah woah, hold up there girl. Are you okay?" I help her up back on her unsteady feet. She reeks of alcohol, and her speech comes out completely slurred. "Ay, yeh I'm oook... Jus need too get home..." She stumbles again and brushes her brunette hair back from her face. Here I realize that holy shit, she's a hot one. "You're not driving. You can barely stand up. Do you want me to call a cab?" After I said that I realized that the local small-town cab company, with a whopping 5 vehicles, shuts up operations at midnight. "No,no no no.... I'm ookay just... ugh.." "Look, let me give you a ride. There's no way you're making it home like that." I helped her up and tried to guide her towards my truck. As I unlock the passenger side door she passes out, and sort of flumps over onto my 1980's era bench seat. I feel obligated to do something now, so I check her wallet and find her address. Cool, she's only four blocks from my house. Easy to swing by. About 5 minutes later I'm roaring down the freeway at the 50mph my truck can handle, when I hear a hissing noise. Fearing a leaky tire (which happens all too much), I stop quickly and pull over, only to realize the hissing is coming from inside the cab. I look over, and SURPRISE! My drunken damsel in distress is wetting in her jeans full force! The wetness starts spreading up her jeans, pooling around her ass and pouring down her legs. I am, of course, highly turned on knowing that a girl is unknowingly wetting herself only a few feet away. I could care less about the seat, you can't hurt the thing with all the Pepsi in New York, but just... wow! A girl actually wetting herself right in front of me! Suddenly not caring about anything else, I let go and pissed myself as well. The warmth and wetness just felt too damn good... I jack off and blow in my underwear. Then the self consciousness returns: I'm on the side of a freeway, in a beater 1980's Ford, with a drunk piss-soaked girl in the passenger seat and I'm soaked as well. I smash the 5 speed gearbox back into first and tear out, and get to her apartment as fast as possible. When we get to her apartment, I carry her up the three sets of stairs and work at figuring out which key goes to the door. I'm getting a bit uncomfortable by now, since my legs are cold and my crotch is slimy. I get the door unlocked and carry her into the apartment; she makes a cute little moan and shifts in my arms. I lay her down on the couch and try to figure out what to do. I dig around in her kitchen and find a notepad and pen. I scribble out a note, describing what transpired along with my name and phone number. I nope out and get back in my truck, piss a little more to try and relieve the cold, and rumble back to my house. The next day at about 11AM I got a call from her, thanking me for essentially saving her life. She said we should go out for coffee and donuts sometime, so she could meet me face to face (and sober). I'll post some of my other experiences in this thread later. ;)