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  1. 464 downloads

    Even if there’s no where to go! (Maybe I need to do more clothed wetting—it was surprisingly easy to just let go.)
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    From the album: My Omo Art

    my oc haruna . well. pissing herself. sorry its not my best work
  3. (Self-indulgent self insert warning) "Shhhhhhh...Now, darling." I whisper, "I want you to be my submissive little pet for the day," I caress his face, "Purr for me like a good kitty, now," I instruct, scratching underneath his chin. He chuckles through his gag and proceeds to let out a gurgled groan, "Oh, how cute you sound making noises like that...Purring just for me~" I can't contain my laughter as I massage along his jawline, my heart racing with excitement. I sit on top of him just below the chest and he grunts, almost struggling to breathe under my weight, "tell me..." I begin tying his wrists to the bed posts, "How much tea did you drink earlier? If I remember correctly...You served yourself two cups..." I tighten the rope until he moans, "After that...I gave you five more..." I tighten the other rope, "Seven cups? Wow...your pretty little body can hold a lot~" I slide my body down to put my weight over his visibly overextended bladder and he nearly sobs, a tear trickling down his face, "Oh, poor baby~ You really need to go, huh?" I can feel him squirming beneath me and tugging against the ropes with lust in his eyes. He's enjoying this as much as I am. I lick the tear from his face and start bouncing myself over his bladder rhythmically. He tries to hold back his whimpers, but gives in when I increase the pressure, whining and squeaking with need and pleasure equally, "Can you hold it, darling?" he stares deeply into my eyes. By the look he's giving me, I can tell he can barely hold it. I grin and lift myself off of him and he pants heavily, writhing in needy bliss, "Hey...it's alright...you can let it out now. I know you need to...We wouldn't want it to start hurting." I kiss his neck, "Darling kitten~ Will you purr for me again when you relieve yourself?" I begin rubbing his bladder in gentle circles, causing him to leak in his pants. I watch the urine dribble down and form a small puddle below him. He purrs and moans before fully letting go. A strong rush of fluid bursts from the fabric of his pants. He gasps and lets out a particularly erotic moan as the relief takes over his body. It seems that at that same moment, he'd reached orgasm, as the urine was mixed with thick white in the rapidly growing puddle. I push into his bladder to make sure he fully empties it before giving him a moment to calm his rapid breathing, "So cute...you're shaking...Feel better?" He looks at me, sighs, and snuggles up to me before closing his eyes. I hold him and stroke his hair until he's fast asleep. I'll get him washed up when he wakes.
  4. EDIT: This should be in the videos section I think. My bad! Okay, this is very much outside my comfort zone. I like desperate women, women who hold it. Not even, really, a woman wetting, though if it's through desperation it does show that her bladder had done everything it could possibly do! I'm definitely not into men holding and peeing and not into my own - and yet... It seems rude not to do things I like others to do. So I drank like a fish, glass after glass... And a classic mistake, which I made of course, was to think "Oh that water isn't doing much. I'll just have a couple more!" Too complacent, man, too complacent! Minutes later I had the old cliché that I couldn't get recording quickly enough! Especially as I danced upstairs to the bathroom and forgot my phone (camera). By the time I got hold of that and dumped a towel down, I was grabbing myself and starting to go! I just couldn't stop it, no way could I hold longer, and it was an interesting little bit of science!! Don't be completely surprised if I turn round and delete this. InShot_20210919_143052821.mp4
  5. View File When you gotta go, you gotta go! Even if there’s no where to go! (Maybe I need to do more clothed wetting—it was surprisingly easy to just let go.) Submitter lizzybee Submitted 07/31/2021 Category Female  
  6. So here are some pictures and a short video of me wetting myself in the garden - the story of what happened is below them (to save anyone who just wants to look at the pictures from suffering through it). These were from just after I wet the first time (my shorts were still dripping as I snapped them) - the back ones are not very good, I could not see my phone screen and take the pictures at the same time: These photos are from 2 minutes later, when I sat down to carry on working: After I'd been sitting still (drying) for about 20 minutes: After 30 minutes of sitting and drying out: After 40 minutes since I initially wet, I needed to pee again, so I re-wet myself - which I managed to record. I will have to upload the video below due to the attachment size limit. Here's the photos from just after I wet again: After I sat down, post 2nd wetting: About 15 minutes of drying out after the 2nd wetting: About 35 minutes after the 2nd soaking, there is still a little dampness visible: Any by 45 minutes my shorts appeared visibly dry (they still felt a little damp, more so at the bottom of the legs and my boxers were still very damp too): This is what happened: After a lovely warm bank holiday weekend, unusual for the UK, we have had nearly a full week of sunny weather (except for a couple of very brief, very light rain showers) with temperatures above 25C for the first half of the week. Having missed out on a perfect opportunity to get away with wetting myself last week, I have been fantasising about the idea. Towards the end of Tuesday, I need a pee and the thought of going in the garden and just letting go in my white boxers and blue shorts was in my mind. This is something entirely new for me, despite using incontinence protection frequently, aside from a few times as a teenager either sitting on the toilet and going through just my underwear or my pyjamas in bed, I have not wet my clothes while awake since toilet training (which I have no memories of). During the latter half of the afternoon my need to pee was gently growing, aided by my regular intake of fluid - as I mentioned, the weather was warm and the temperature in the bedroom we converted to a home office was stifling (like many people I am still working from home full-time due to the current pandemic lockdown rules). As it got towards 4pm, the intermittent pangs of my bladder alerting me through the meeting I was in that it needed relieving soon became a constant urge to go for a wee - a steady 8/10 urgency. With just over an hour left of work and no more meetings and my wife was busy and then would be teaching an online fitness class at 5pm, after which I would need to walk the dogs and start cooking dinner, I had about an hour-and-a-half to myself. I decided that it was now or never so I refilled my glass with some squash from the kitchen, pocketed my mobile phone, grabbed my spectacles & a hat and started unplugging my work's laptop. My hope was that I had enough time to also dry out in the hot sunshine before walking the dogs. Whether it was the water from the tap pouring into the glass or the thought of imminent relief approaching, I'm not sure, but while unplugging my laptop my desperation shot up to 10/10 - I was moving my weight from foot to foot, such was my urgency, and caught myself unconsciously holding my crotch a couple of times. I have not been this desperate for the toilet in a long, long time and was at the point that I was going within the next couple of minutes, involuntarily, my only choice was where. My wife and I had already been outside that day and were planning to eat outside later so the patio table and a chair were already set up. I hurried outside and put my drink and laptop on the table's glass top, pulled off my slippers and socks so as not to get them wet and rushed onto the grass. I spread my legs slightly and immediately started peeing into my underwear - as someone with a normally shy and uncooperative bladder when it comes to going to the toilet, to be relieved without spending time relaxing into it shows how close to losing control I was (I could not say with certainty I did not lose control but I did make it onto the grass, which was my intended place to let go). The relief as my bladder emptied was huge and not having to coax my bladder into going added to my enjoyment of the experience. The wetness spread around my penis and stared downwards, I quickly felt my inner legs getting wet as the warm wee went down the inside of my short legs and started pouring out. As the torrent continued it started making a noise, like water pouring out of a watering can, as it hit the ground. I am sure it probably was not very loud but it seemed like it to me and I could hear my neighbour shouting at her dog in her garden, which made me self conscious and nervous standing there peeing myself in my blue shorts, which did nothing to hide their rapidly growing wetness, even though I was fairly sure she would not be looking over the fence (we do not get along). It was about this time that I noticed 3 things: 1) I was so desperate I had not taken my phone out of my pocket before wetting myself - thankfully the wetness did not reach it, 2) because I had been sure to keep myself well hydrated all day the pee that was still flowing off the bottom of my shorts' legs was quite clear and so I expected that even though my boxers were white, there would be very little yellowing when the dried (I was right about this) and 3) having realised my phone was still in my pocket I wished I had recorded the wetting. I finished peeing and the flow from the bottom of my shorts slowed to a steady drip, so I grabbed my phone and snapped a few pictures of myself, doing the best I could with the back since I could not see what I was taking as I snapped. I went and sat behind my laptop on the patio chair, which had a fine mesh seat and back rather than being solid or having a cushion so I figured would probably be okay to dry out on. After a few minutes I realised the table was shading my shorts, so I shifted my chair to the end so the sunshine was on them to try and dry them more quickly. I returned to working on my laptop, taking a quick break periodically to snap some pictures as I dried. After about 40 minutes my shorts were looking fairly dry again but my underwear still felt very damp. I also was feeling the urge to pee again, and since I had as long as it had taken my shorts to nearly dry to go before I had to walk the dogs (in public) I decided I could re-wet myself and still be dry enough to not be noticeable by then. This time I did record it, although as you can see when I was to go voluntarily it takes me a while to pursued my bladder to relax. Again I took periodic pictures as I dried and while my shorts were still slightly damp to the touch they had dried so that it was not visible when I took the dogs for a walk. My wife and I ate outside as planned about another hour-and-a-half later. My shorts had nearly completely dried, apart from the seams, but my boxers were still damp at this time. When we were done eating and playing some board games, they were completely dry though so I did not need to change before we sat down on the sofa to watch TV. Intermittently I could smell the faint odour of my dried urine as we were sitting there, which was also exciting (I normally wear incontinence pads so she may have thought I just needed a change rather than had wet and dried without one). Here is the video of the 2nd/re-wetting (skip to about 30s for the actual wetting): 21-06-01 16-47-45 3434.mov
  7. From the album: Accidents Happen

    Who is this character? Unsure! They an... ok(ish?) bladder bulge that they’re trying to keep from spilling all over their pants.
  8. From the album: Accidents Happen

    Thomas trying desperately to not leak as he hops from paw to paw asking Mystic to help him with his belt. Wetting at prom would be the most embarrassing thing ever, right?
  9. Megan smiled into her webcam, her left arm held over her naked breasts and her right hand covering her vagina. Countless messages flooded the chatbox on her page. “put the arm down bby” “show us you're pussy” “i dont have tokens pls show boobs” She fought hard not to sigh. It wouldn't be polite to the one or two people watching her cam who might eventually decide to pay her for her services. She glanced down to the timer on the bottom of the cam window; she had been streaming nonstop for nearly five hours. Not only was there nobody willing to pay up, but she really had to pee. She decided to treat her viewers before she turned off the webcam, and she dropped her left arm and leaned towards her laptop. “Sorry guys,” she said softly, reaching up to twirl her long red hair. “I've been streaming for five hours, and I think I'm going to call it a night.” A new message immediately popped up in the chatbox. “awww, why?” She flicked her eyes down at it, then back to the camera. “Well I'm really tired, plus if I'm being completely honest, I kind of need to pee pretty badly. Goodnight, everyone.” She reached for the mouse, stopping a centimeter away from the [X] on the top right of the window when she heard an unexpected chime. User Desp-Dungeon has asked you for a private show with a donation of 1000 Tokens. Megan's eyes went wide. Bloody hell, this guy just gave me a thousand dollars. After staring at the screen stunned for a moment, she shook herself back to reality. This was ten times more than she'd ever gotten from a single donation. It was a whole month's rent, and all she had to do was show a guy her privates for an hour, maybe masturbate a bit. I love camming. She immediately clicked [ACCEPT] and waited as the webpage loaded. She noticed that her right hand was absentmindedly pressing hard into her crotch, and she removed it right before the page finished loading. Her bladder felt very full, but she didn't give a damn in the face of $1000. I'll be fine for an hour. If it gets too bad I'll ask him if I can go wee...might be the type to ask if he can watch, but that's fine. If he won't let me go to the toilet, I'll lean my tits into the cam so he can't see my bottom and secretly wee on the floor. I've almost been forced to do that before, never thought I'd be thankful for laminate flooring. She refocused on the webcam, grinning widely. “Hello!” she said cheerfully, waving enthusiastically into the camera. Her eyes moved to the chatbox as a message popped up. “I will donate another $1000 if you dial this phone number.” The number immediately followed. Megan blinked. This was new. “If you'd like to speak personally, you can request a two-way cam,” she said into the camera. “I'm fine with it, I don't care if you've got your cock out.” “No. Dial the number for another $1000, or end the session. If you don't want me to see your number, you can dial *67 before the number to call as Unknown.” Megan furrowed her brow. “One moment,” she mumbled. She quickly tabbed into Google, checking if the *67 trick was true. It was. She switched back to the cam page. “Alright, I'm going to call. If this is something fishy, I'm going to end the session immediately, sod your money.” “Of course,” said the chatbox. She flipped around on her bed, exposing her rear to the camera as she reached to her nightstand for her mobile. Turning back around, she looked at the number and slowly dialed it before pressing send. Her bladder was throbbing now, but curiosity had the better of her. The phone didn't finish ringing even once before a woman's voice answered with a “Hello, Megan.” As she said it, the 1000 Token donation blipped on Megan's screen. Megan snorted a short laugh. “Wow, I wasn't expecting a girl,” she said, losing her politeness for a moment. “Is that a problem?” the voice responded. “Oh, I apologize, not at all. I mean, I am straight, but I have no problem showing myself to anyone who pays. I'll do anything you like. Listen, I'm so sorry to ask this, but it's easier to ask another girl...I'm absolutely desperate for a wee right now, would you let me go to the toilet first? I won't take the time out of the session.” “I heard you say you needed to pee in the public cam. That's why I opened the session.” Megan grinned. “You'd like to watch, is that it? That's no problem. I'm sure it will be a good show for you if you're into that, I really need to go.” “No,” said the woman. “I want you to hold it in. As long as you possibly can, until it forces its way out of your body against your will.” Megan stared into the camera, her mind racing. “I've heard of this fetish, but I've never had it in my cam before. But...I don't know, it already hurts. Even if I tried, I wouldn't last very long at all. I wouldn't be giving you your money's worth.” “You would be surprised at your capacity if you truly bring it to your limit. I will donate $100 for every minute you hold it in. But first, you must drink four cups of water. And bring your laptop with you, no sneaking to the bathroom off-camera.” Megan's mouth fell open. Even if I only make it half an hour, that's three thousand dollars. My God... “You're on,” Megan said. “I'll hold on as hard as I can.” She unplugged her laptop and got to her feet, groaning as the weight of her bursting bladder increased. “You really do sound desperate,” the voice said. “I also notice your English accent, but your cam tag says you're in America. How long have you lived in the States?” “Only six months,” Megan responded, struggling to walk straight with the pressure in her belly and the laptop in her arms. “Moved here for university. That's why I'm camming, to make money for it. Most young cam girls are doing it for the same reason.” “Indeed,” the woman said as Megan entered the kitchen of her apartment. “Set the laptop down somewhere facing the sink, and get drinking.” Megan set down the laptop on the counter and put her mobile on speaker. “Have you got a name?” Megan asked. “You can call me Kay,” the woman said. “Drink.” “Yes, yes, I'm on it,” Megan mumbled. She flipped open the cabinet above the sink and pulled out a large mug, then turned the tap on. The sound of the water overwhelmed her, and she bent over, forcing both hands between her legs and moaning loudly. “Oh, bloody hell,” she groaned. “Don't wet yourself now,” Kay said. “You're already at three hundred dollars.” “I thought the time began after I drank,” Megan panted. “Not that I'm complaining.” “I decided to be nice,” Kay responded. “Well, thank you, Kay. Oh wow, it's really hard to hold it with the water on.” She pulled her right hand out and grabbed the mug, filling it quickly. “I guess I'll get this over with fast.” She chugged the mug of water and filled it again, downing the second just as fast. She focused on holding herself as she drank the next two mugs over another three minutes before shutting off the tap. The laptop dinged, and she saw the $600 donation. “You must be incredibly wealthy,” Megan said. “You've got no idea how much you're helping me.” “I am, and I do,” Kay said. “This is not the first time I've done this. Now that you're done drinking, would you like to return to your bed, or stay in the kitchen? You can go anywhere you like, as long as I can see you.” Megan thought for a moment. “I think I'll stay here. I'm afraid I'll wet the bed if I sit back down on it.” “Makes sense,” Kay said. “Plus, most women seem to find it easier to hold their pee while they're standing. Just make sure I can see your whole body and the floor you're on, I don't want you sinking below the camera and letting any out.” “Anything you say,” Megan laughed. “So like, do you want me to keep talking, or would you rather I stay quiet while you...” “Oh, I'm not masturbating,” Kay said quickly. “This is...research, of a sort.” Megan laughed again. “I've no idea what 'sort' that may be, but whatever you say.” “You know that I am very wealthy,” Kay began. “It is very old family wealth, and I have never experienced the struggle of paying for college. If you do not mind me asking, what kind of money are they looking for?” Megan hesitated at answering such a personal question. Then she realized that she was standing in front of a webcam, stark-naked, fighting a bladder that was about to empty itself on her kitchen floor. Couldn't get much more personal than that. “It's about thirty five thousand,” Megan said. “Camming helps, but I don't know what I'm going to do over time...” “Indeed,” Kay said again. “How do you feel? Please be very detailed.” Megan was bent forwards, both hands held against herself as waves of pressure thrashed her privates. She knew that the water she just drank could not have reached her bladder yet, but it had gotten so much worse. “I feel like there's a watermelon in me,” she moaned. “The pressure is so intense. I feel it all over my belly and in my pussy, down my legs and even in my chest. I've never had to wee this badly in my life.” “Good,” Kay whispered mercilessly. “Listen, I want you to stand up straight. Then, turn sideways to the camera and lean back slightly.” “Nooo, I'll wet myself,” Megan nearly shouted. “If that happens, so be it. You know that it's inevitable anyway. If you want more money, you won't let that happen though. Now do it.” Megan knew that arguing was pointless. As long as she kept paying, Megan was completely at Kay's mercy. She struggled to stand up, crying out as the massive pressure increased even further. Her legs locked up as she stood, and she held her arms out to her sides with her fists clenched. “Now turn sideways and lean back,” Kay's voice came through the phone. “Myeeehh,” Megan whimpered. She slowly shifted sideways and released a sustained moan as she forced herself to lean back. “Wow,” Kay said softly. “You have a beautiful bladder.” Megan had never received a stranger compliment, and she had gotten A LOT of strange compliments in her time on camera. She looked down, surprised at the protruding shape on her belly. She reached and placed her left hand on it, wincing at the insane sensitivity of the spot. It was hard as a rock, and so visible. “I never knew this could happen,” Megan exclaimed. “It's so sensitive, I've never felt anything like this. When I touch it, I feel like a shockwave around my whole body. I can't believe I'm saying this, but it...it actually feels kind of good. I mean, it hurts like hell, but the sensations are astonishing. I actually feel a little turned on.” “That's amazing news,” Kay said. “By the way, you're at fifteen hundred dollars already. You're doing good. My last subject wet herself after eight minutes, after drinking the four mugs. She was...disappointing. The one before that never got desperate enough to wet herself. She had to pee at first, I'm sure, but when she realized I was paying her to hold it, she said that squatting down would help. She dipped below the camera, and when she stood back up, she started putting on a show about it. Dancing around and crossing her legs and the like. The thing is, when you know bladders like I do, you know that's not what it's really like to be at the bursting point. Look at you...you're locked up so tight, all your muscles contracting visibly. I can tell that you're truly desperate. I knew that she had peed on the floor when she squatted and was just trying to get more cash out of me. Unfortunately, she did get a lot of money before I ended the session. Oh well, if I didn't get through the ones like her, I would never find the good subjects like you.” Megan wasn't sure how she felt about being called a 'subject.' However, between the money flowing into her bank account and the water flowing into her bladder, she couldn't find the ability to care too much. “I have a question,” Megan panted. “There are so many thousands of cam girls out there, how do you find the ones who need to pee?” “Good question,” Kay said. “The trick is to use websites that list how long a cam has been on for. If a woman has been running nonstop for five or six hours, it's a good bet that her bladder would be pretty full. I open a cam and see if they're exhibiting signs. Squirming, crossed legs, strained face and the like. If so, I start a private chat with a hundred dollars and ask them if they have to pee. If they say yes, I keep it going. If not, I end the chat and let them keep the hundred. You, on the other hand, said you needed to pee the moment I entered your chat. You were just about to leave too, that's why I donated the thousand to get your immediate attention and stop you wasting a full bladder.” Megan smiled. “I'm glad to help,” she said with a chuckle that vibrated her bladder, causing her to moan again. “Two thousand,” Kay said. “You're doing an amazing job. I'm going to ask you to face me and spread your legs about two feet.” By this point, Megan knew better than to argue. She slowly turned towards the webcam and opened her legs. The moment her feet settled, a tiny spurt of wee burst out of her and splattered on the floor. Her hands flew towards her crotch, but Kay shouted “WAIT!” Megan froze, every muscle in her body strained to their limits. “Do not hold yourself,” Kay demanded. “Stand perfectly still, hold it in with your willpower alone now.” Megan closed her eyes. She had never felt anything like this. Her whole body was so sensitive that she was pretty sure that she could feel the universe. She hadn't felt the universe since she had done shrooms at her eighteenth birthday party. Her belly was so heavy, the pressure against her privates so strong, the throbbing so intense. She stood as a statue, time passing at an unknowable rate, standing in complete silence until Kay broke it with “You are magnificent. You made thirty five hundred dollars so far. Your bladder is so full that you look pregnant. Please, come to the laptop. I want to look into your eyes for a moment.” Megan opened those bright green eyes and took a step forwards, and then she wet herself completely. It happened so suddenly that she couldn't believe it. As soon as she moved her leg, her bladder erupted with the white-hot intensity of ten thousand supernovas. She reflexively closed her legs, the wee spraying from her thighs in every direction, splattering across the floor and soaking even the kitchen cabinets that she stood beside. She screamed out loud, first from surprise, and then from pure pleasure. Her knees went weak and she lost her balance, and despite her reaching for the counter, she fell onto her rear. Her legs fell open and her stream shot at least five feet forwards. All over the floor, the cabinets, the table and some chairs. She realized that she would ruin the entire kitchen at this rate, and she placed her hands between her legs. Not in an attempt to hold it in again, there was no chance of that, but to stop it from flowing freely. She couldn't believe how hot her pee was as it cascaded against her hands, and even more surprising was the absolute pressure with which it burst out of her. In the back of her mind she noted how okay she felt about laying in her own wee. It should have weirded her out, but it just felt good, it felt warm, and the primal relief was so strong that nothing else mattered to her. She fell back and exhaled, keeping one hand against her privates so the stream stayed focused on the floor. She had no idea how long her wee lasted. It seemed like a century. Right when the stream finally began to die down, she felt something building inside of her. With almost no warning, she had a leg-shaking orgasm on the spot that took what was left of her breath out of her. She went completely limp, her hand falling to her side. Luckily the stream had weakened enough to stay off of the furniture, and after many more seconds it slowed to a stop. She just laid there, caught up in this primordial pleasure, unlike anything she could have imagined. Minutes passed. “...Megan?” Kay's voice called softly from the mobile on the counter. “Yeh?” Megan wheezed weakly from her place in the massive puddle of wee. “You are currently my favorite person in the world,” Kay said. “That was...well, there is no other word for it than 'legendary,' I think. I know the sensations you are feeling right now are overwhelming, but I need you to stand up and come to the phone.” Megan did as she was asked. It took her a long time to get to her feet, and she slowly made her way across the kitchen, being careful not to slip in her wee. She quickly dried her hands on a paper towel and took her phone, turning off speaker and putting it to her ear as she looked into the webcam. “Kay...I don't think...I can talk too good right now...” “I know. Just listen. You pass. Ten years ago, with my wealth, I decided to produce a special variety of adult movie. I am the only person in the world who produces this type of content at this level. I want to hire you. Come to my studio. Five days. Five million dollars.” “Adult movies...?” was all that Megan could manage to mumble out. The amount of money was simply incomprehensible to her in her current state. “Yes. You will not be required to have sex with anyone. You will not be required to work with any other actors in any way. Only me. All you need to do is hold your pee to your very limit, as many times as you can. Megan exhaled deeply. She had no idea who Kay was. She had no idea what she was in for. All she heard was 'money.' She would never have to work. Never have to struggle. Her life would be made, unquestioningly. She tightened her grip on the phone and steeled herself. “What would you have me do?” TO BE CONTINUED.
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    Wow I can't believe I'm doing this. I've been into Omo for quite some time but I've only down 2 or 3 wettings and they were small. So this is my first real wetting, and my first upload. The quality isn't perfect as it's just a built-in Webcam and I apologize for the watermark :x But I hope someone out there likes it!!
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    Actress credit: Arisa Nagai 永井 ありさ Fufilling a request: Giga XO01, from GIGA's clothed public wetting series. This is the only complete, good quality title from the XO series I own. It seems this series mostly exists as short, low-quality clips that have been floating around getting trimmed shorter and shorter for decades... if anyone else here has complete copies of any of the others, I'd love to hear about it! This is a variant of the classic Japanese 'drive around with a porn star in a van and do quick guerrilla shoots in public'. (During my time living in Japan, I actually walked right past one of these walking through Setagaya of all places. Not an omo shoot sadly). She gets herself good and desperate in the van, then everyone pops out to film a public wetting. See the screencaps-- the guy filming the upskirt looks like the happiest man in the world. There's no scenario, just wetting in various clothing (skirt/nylons, leather shorts and nylons), and one walking shoot where she wets her jeans wandering through a shopping district. There is no nudity whatsoever, and really not a ton of desperation, though there is some. She smokes in the van (while drinking tea, chanting, 'hurry up, hurry up', and fidgeting), and I'm guessing that's going to be right up someone's alley here too. This is a high quality capture off VHS video tape (well, as high quality as the tape itself). The lighting in this vid is very uneven, and VHS isn't exactly the sharpest format... that's the worst of it. Otherwise, no caveats. Enjoy!
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    Actress credits: Ayana Kanzaki Kaori Takeda Kaneko Ken (as the fashion model) 神崎 綾奈 竹田 かほり 兼 金子 Five wetting scenarios this time, starting with a bare-legged upskirt wetting. Then we get to the 'theme' this episode is known for and which we see on the box front: The desperate photographer's assistant at the fashion shoot. Our fashion model (the omnipresent Kaneko Ken) cautions our nameless Photographer Dude that she doesn't have a lot of time today so they need to keep the shoot moving along. He keeps his female assistant busy as she becomes more and more desperate. She goes off to find the restroom (locked as usual), and the Busy Photographer Dude retrieves her and puts her back to work still bursting. She wets her jeans shorts as she shoots pictures... The subsequent scenarios are desperate nurse... a desperate schoolgirl in a one-on-one session with her strick teacher... another round of fashion photography, and finally finishing with some behind-the scenes footage. No nylons in this one, all bare legged wettings. The GMR series is all non-explicit; desperation and bursting is the point, and the scenarios are all patterned and formulaic. The wetting is filmed close up, but clothed. Someone usually helps the actress peel off her pants or nylons after the wetting, sometimes she does it herself. There are usually shots in the WC and occasional flashes when undressing, but the partial nudity is entirely incidental. These are old encodes presented as found, and not high-quality by modern standards.
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    Actress credit: Nana Kawai 河井 なな GMR06 features Nana Kawai, an early ganguro girl. Ganguro's a fashion from the 90s where young japanese women tanned themselves to one notch short of saddle leather, bleached their hair, and wore light-colored makeup to contrast the exceedingly dark tan. This vid is from before ganguro reached its later extremes (where the average ganguro girl looked like she was wearing a kind of inverse Gene Simmons mask), but I digress.... The scenarios this time around: Straight into some upskirt leaking with no lead-in whatsoever (no nylons, just bare legs in this scene, first time in GMR so far), then a sort of behind-the scenes interview (and wetting) in a blouse and skirt (nylons this time), next a scenario wetting while viewing an apartment for rent (jeans), followed by a wetting while delivering lunch bento boxes (jean shorts, bare legs again) which she's expected to clean up herself, and then: THE DREADED IKEBANA LESSON (featuring Kaneko Ken as GIGA's go-to super-strict bitch queen!) The acting in this one is natural and low-key for staged omo vids, even by twenty-plus-years-ago Japanese standards. It's a bit less campy than many of the GIGA vids, and Nana affects a great 'you gotta be kidding me, this is not happening' demeanor throughout the vid that's fun to watch. The GMR series is all non-explicit; desperation and bursting is the point, and the scenarios are all patterned and formulaic. The wetting is filmed close up, but clothed. Someone usually helps the actress peel off her pants or nylons after the wetting, sometimes she does it herself. There are usually shots in the WC and occasional flashes when undressing, but the partial nudity is entirely incidental. Watch for yourself to determine presence or lack of tan lines. These are old encodes presented as found, and not high-quality by modern standards. The only change was to remux them from the original packed multirate ASF format intended for use on a streaming server (whistles innocently)...
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    Actress credits: Eiko Mochizuki Mahiro Nakai Megumi Sugiyama Shizuka Murakami 望月 英子 中居 まひろ 杉山 恵 村上 しずか Most of the in-Japanese descriptions of these videos are actually kind of pat and generic and don't say much, so I don't bother including them. This one is more descriptive than most: "The waitress is actually peeing in front of the customers! [repeatedly I might add] Now her cute legs are drenched in her own embarrassing piss. How pathetic, peeing in a family restaurant..." About half the vid centers on our poor waitress, her overly cute pink outfit, and the family restaurant's eternally unavailable restroom. There are several other completely unrelated rapid-fire scenarios involving other actresses; an OL too busy to even get up from her desk, a cheerleader stuck at her desk, and a jeans-wetting while sitting around talking over drinks. Finally the waitress, well the same actress as the waitress, returns as a customer... and wets while waiting to be seated. What consistently bad luck. See the screenshots; this is another vid that's been distributed around the net in tiny low-res fragments constantly over the past 20 years. NOTE WELL: The GMR series is all non-explicit; desperation and bursting is the point, and the scenarios are all patterned and formulaic. The wetting is filmed close up, but clothed. Someone usually helps the actress peel off her pants or nylons after the wetting, sometimes she does it herself. There are usually shots in the WC and occasional flashes when undressing, but the partial nudity is entirely incidental. These are old encodes presented as found, and not high-quality by modern standards. The only change was to remux them from the original packed multirate ASF format intended for use on a streaming server (whistles innocently)...
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    Actress credits: Moe Kimura Kei Sawaguchi Keiko Murayama Eriko Akiyoshi 木村 もえ 沢口 ケイ 村山 恵子 秋吉 恵里子 By request: This is the second part of GIGA's "Second Desperation Contest" begun in SRZ03 (well, duh). It is NOT a high-res DVD rip like SRZ03; it's one of the older 320x240 streams just like the GMR vids I've already uplaoded, but it is complete. Each desperation contest was two separate releases, a part one and a part two. Each contestant drinks drinks drinks and completes silly game-show type challenges. In each round the last dry woman wins, with reduced points going to second and third places. At the end, she with the most points wins the prize. In Part 2, our contestants appear first in modest Office Lady attire with blouses, vests, skirts and nylons, and then in the second half (of this second half) in white cotton T-shirts with white pants (...and heels. For some reason.) These specific GIGA contest vids are possibly the best known omorashi films ever, even if you didn't know the vids by name. The situation is staged, but the wetting is real. It's genuine desperation with high production values and no escape over hours and hours. These vids contain passing nudity (mosaic censored), but very little. Each clothed wetting is filmed from several angles. Oh, BTW: I'm a bit boggled at all the ups, not just mine, packed with reviews that say 'Great vid!', 'Awesome' etc... and then there's only one or two votes with one star. Duuuude. That one star... like... tells us nothing. Are you a Mac person so you drop one star on anything that's WMV? You hate any wetting in nylons, so every vid marked "WETTING IN NYLONS" gets one star for being exactly what it says on the tin? Or maybe you had some real reason to be disappointed, but you couldn't be arsed to tell anyone what it was? So, like, we'll never know. It makes the rating system random and useless. Don't Be the Mad-One-Star-Bomber-What-Bombs-One-Star [and then disappears silently into the night like a fart in the breeze]. Leave constructive feedback! I mean just posting "YOU SUCK" is an improvement! At least then we know your capslock works too! (And to all who do take the time to leave a review, thanks :-)
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    GMR04: The next classic omorashi video from the legendary Japanese label GIGA. There's no backstory or overall plot, just wetting scenario after scenario. The vid begins with a straight up nylon/skirt wetting with no build-up, followed by several desperation scenarios: wetting over ikebana, as a contractor's apprentice (?? she's certainly not dressed for it), as a desperate tutor meeting with a student, a... well, "stand there and hold it as I grope your nylons" scene, an office wetting, and finally some behind the scenes at the end. This vid, like almost all of the GMR series is non-explicit; desperation and bursting is the point. The wetting is filmed close up, but clothed. There are shots in the WC and occasional flashes when undressing after wetting, but the partial nudity is entirely incidental. These are old encodes presented as found, and not high-quality by modern standards. The only change was to remux them from the original packed multirate ASF format intended for use on a streaming server (whistles innocently)...
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    GMR03: Continuing uploads of classic 1980s and 1990s omorashi videos from the legendary Japanese label GIGA. There's no backstory this time, just wetting scenario after scenario. Our female protagonist wets at a golf driving range, at a swimming pool (and again after going into the washroom to rinse her suit), as a casino dealer, as a nurse (what japanese omo vid would be complete without a nurse?), as a daughter getting a stern talking-to by her parents, and as a casino waitress in a bunny suit, which is apparently more cumbersome than a stuck zip on jeans. The vid ends with some behind-the-scenes type footage. This video, like almost all of the GMR series is non-explicit; desperation and bursting is the point. The wetting is usually filmed close up, but clothed. This vid has one exception; the wetting in the swimming-pool-locker scene is nude, but non-explicit (and mosaiced anyway). Overall this vid has slightly more nudity than most of the GMR series, but it's incidental and not the focus of the scene. These are old encodes presented as found, and not high-quality by modern standards. The only change was to remux them from the packed multirate ASF format intended for use on a streaming server (whistles innocently)...
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  18. Hello, readers. This is a part of my new Couples Series: A collection of short stories that focus on normal couples who partake in various holding games. Each one will be standalone and completely unrelated to each other. This particular story features: [Female Desperation] [Clothed Wetting] [Pad Wetting] [Male Peeing] ***** Couples Series: Amara and Jason Amara yawned and rolled over in her bed, placing a hand on Jason’s shoulder. “You awake?” she whispered, rubbing his arm gently. “Mmph, yeah,” Jason mumbled, flopping onto his back and looking into Amara’s shining brown eyes. “What time is it?” “Ten,” Amara answered. “I’ve been awake for like half an hour. I’ve already put clothes on. I was waiting for you to wake up naturally, I know you love sleeping late on Saturdays, but I’m getting really squirmy.” Jason perked up quickly, turning in the bed to face her. He slid his hand between them and pressed gently into her belly, feeling hardness and warmth as she moaned and pulled away from him. “You still good for the plan today?” he asked her. “It’s pretty daring.” “Oh, I can’t wait!” Amara chirped. “I’ve always wanted to do it, but I’ve always been too shy to do it alone. With you right there, I’ll be able to keep my courage up.” “Are you sure you don’t want me to hold with you?” “No, not this time,” Amara exhaled. “I’ve never done anything like this before, and I want you in proper shape to stop me from panicking.” “Fair enough,” Jason said. “Maybe I’ll fill up for you at home tonight?” “Sounds good,” Amara giggled. “Alright, I’m really desperate. Gotta get up and drink, then get the heck out of here before it’s too late.” ***** Amara and Jason were a happy couple. She was twenty four, he was twenty three, and they both shared many interests - They enjoyed the same movies, the same books, they shared the same liberal beliefs and the same childfree lifestyle. They were perfect for each other, and their relationship was made even stronger by the fact that their sexual desires matched up just as well as their personalities. They both loved holding in their pee for as long as they could, and they both loved torturing each other while they were desperate. Today’s game was Amara’s own idea. “Jason, I wanna try something really ballsy,” she had said the night before. “I wanna drink like two liters of water before bed so I wake up super desperate, and then I wanna drink another liter and go for a long walk together. All the way around the park, it’s gotta be close to three miles.” “You tripping?” Jason had responded. “You’ll soak yourself in front of everyone.” “I know it’s really risky,” Amara insisted, “But I’ve fantasized about being really desperate in public for years now, and with you I finally feel like I can be brave enough.” “You’re really willing to have an accident out in the open?” Jason had asked with concern in his eyes. “People around here might recognize us, are you sure about this?” “I think I’ll be able to hold it though,” Amara stated. “If I’m outside, with people everywhere, I’ll have enough incentive to hang on a lot longer than I usually would. You should be excited, you’ll get to see me more desperate than I’ve ever been. I figure I’ll wear a pad so if I just dribble a little bit it won’t show. I know how you love that.” “Oh, fuck yes,” Jason agreed enthusiastically. “Alright, I’m in.” ***** Back in the present, Amara slid her legs off of the bed and stood up, moaning and wiggling her hips. “I didn’t think drinking two liters would have me so desperate in the morning,” she complained, placing a hand on her bulging belly. “Maybe it’s just because I’m still tired. Once I wake up more I should be able to control it better.” “You’re really incredible, you know,” Jason breathed. “Most people would have wet the bed by now. I know you have a big bladder, but if you drink another liter before you leave...you’re REALLY sure you want to do this?” “I am,” Amara said adamantly. “I need to do this or I’ll never be satisfied. It’s one of my biggest fantasies. I want to make sure I drink enough that I’ll absolutely lose control at some point soon, I want to really have to fight and struggle to keep it in. It has to be real.” “I love you so fuckin’ much,” Jason groaned, reaching out to take Amara’s hand. She slapped at it playfully, then gripped his wrist and pulled. “Come on you lump, get up. Go pee so we can get out of here.” “Aye, fine… Go drink your liter, I’ll meet you by the door.” “Gotta get my B.C. and a pad first,” Amara said, following Jason to the bathroom. He pulled the waistband of his pajama pants down and began relieving himself in the toilet while Amara dug around under the sink. She soon came up with a small pink square, and groaned as she watched Jason pee. “That makes it so much worse,” she hissed, crossing her legs tightly and bouncing up and down. Jason just grinned at her as he finished and flushed the toilet. Amara reached into the medicine cabinet next, withdrawing her circular case of birth control pills and she tucked it down the front of the purple sweater she was wearing. Amara was also wearing thick, light blue leggings, the sort of thing that would display a wetting very prominently. Jason knew that was part of the fun for her; it wouldn’t be as risky if she was wearing black jeans or if she just wet her panties under a skirt. She slid the leggings down to her knees, along with a pair of purple cotton bikini panties. She put the pad in place, made sure it was stuck on tight, and then pulled her clothes back into position. The shape of the pad was slightly visible through her tight leggings, just a small bulge right between her legs. “I’m ready. Oh God, I’m so turned on right now. I can’t believe I’m finally going to do this!” “I’m really happy for you,” Jason said with a wide smile. “I know how it feels to have a lifelong fantasy come true. I felt the same thing when you first let me push on your bladder till you burst. I just hope that nothing goes wrong with this.” “It’ll be fine,” Amara muttered dismissively. “Alright, enough lollygagging, we gotta go now.” Jason grinned at her. “I’mma get dressed. Head downstairs, I’ll be there in a second.” Amara nodded and turned away, leaving him alone in the bedroom. As promised, he joined Amara downstairs in a timely fashion. He was wearing a green hoodie and black sweats, the perfect getup for a walk. They headed into the kitchen where Amara pulled open the fridge and took out two half-liter water bottles. She withdrew her pills and stuck the one marked ‘SAT’ in her mouth. Jason looked on, rather impressed, as she chugged down both bottles inside of thirty seconds. “Damn, Amy, you’re not messing around, are ya?” “Nope!” Amara chirped, still wiggling her hips. “Even with how great of a holder I am, there’s no way I’ll be able to last long with three liters in me. It’s gonna take over an hour and a half to get around the park at walking speed. Probably quite a bit more since I’m sure I’ll be slowing down a lot the more desperate I get. This is gonna be a serious fight.” Jason just smiled as he held the door open for Amara, and a minute later, they stood at the entrance to the park. It was a large, rather generic park, a street and a walking trail circling the entire thing. They loved living so close to it, and it made for a great view from any of their windows. Other walkers and bike riders moved past, completely unaware of the bulging bladder hidden under Amara’s sweater. On such a nice day, there were at least a couple hundred people in the park, and that was only what they could see from the entrance. With a squirm and a soft moan, Amara steeled herself and began to walk at a quick pace. Jason kept up, walking right beside her, his neck craned to watch all of the little desperate movements she made. They walked on and on, passing a playground, a baseball field...and the only restrooms in the park. As they passed said restrooms, Amara released an extended sigh and crossed her legs for a moment before she shook her head and kept moving forward. Half an hour into their journey, Amara was already getting somewhat frantic. Every breath she exhaled came out as an audible moan, and every couple dozen steps she would stumble forwards as she tried to press her legs together. “How are you doing?” Jason asked softly, wrapping his right hand around Amara’s left. Her skin was burning hot, and he knew that she was physically straining. “So desperate,” she whined. “The liter I drank is already hitting me hard...my belly feels so tight against my waistband. I’d slide my pants and panties a little lower to get them off my bladder, but then the pad would get all loose.” “Speaking of the pad, is it still dry?” Jason asked next. “Yeah. I’m fighting as hard as I can not to leak. I don’t want it to fill up slowly, I want it ready in case I really start spurting later.” “Good, good,” Jason said. “You mind if I have a little feel?” Amara smiled and shook her head. “Of course not. Turn towards the trees though so it just looks like we’re hugging…” She turned to face the treeline that hid the park from the road, and jason wrapped his arms around Amara’s waist. He placed a hand on her belly and prodded her gently, feeling the taut skin and the solid organ beneath it. Her bladder was really round, and with every soft touch, Amara gasped and gripped his arm tighter. “I just wanna give it a huge squeeze,” Jason whispered in her ear. “I won’t, though. As much as I love watching you wet, I’m very curious to see how this goes.” Amara reached up and rubbed his shoulder. “You’ll see me soak myself one way or another, either out here or back home. If I do make it back, I’ll put on something nicer to give you a better show.” “You look amazing right now,” Jason said. “I want to see you pee like that, no matter where we are.” Amara smiled and stepped away from him. “We have to keep moving, I’m on a serious time limit. And no more touching my bladder, even soft rubs make it really hard to hold on.” “As you wish,” Jason said with a comedic bow. They continued on, passing a well-populated tennis court, and soon after...the public pool. It was empty due to the somewhat chilly weather, but the exposed water seemed to send Amara into a fit of desperation. She yelped suddenly and doubled over, drawing weird looks from a dogwalker who had just passed them. She flushed red and bounced in place, obviously struggling with the choice between restraining a leak and maintaining her dignity. Jason placed a hand on her shoulder. “You alright, Amy? Remember, just say the word and I’ll find somewhere for you to pee.” “No,” she gasped. “Don’t say things like that...I have to hold on, no matter how bad it gets. Like I said, it has to be real.” Jason nodded and stood by as she squirmed in place and held herself. It took almost a full minute for her to stand straight again, and at that point her whole body was shaking with effort. “Gottagetawayfromthepool,” she ranted breathlessly. She took off at almost a jogging pace, her moans fully audible. They weren’t just moans of desperation, they were obviously full of pleasure, the kind of moans a woman made moments before she reached orgasm. Jason cringed slightly as he ran after her. “You gotta try to quiet down,” he mumbled as he caught up with her. “If people hear you moaning like that, they’ll think… I dunno, they’ll think you have one of those little vibrators in you or something.” Amara sighed and closed her mouth, which only had the effect of turning her moans into loud, sexually-charged humming. Despite her desperation, Jason knew that she was horny beyond belief. She got frisky enough every time she had a normal pee, but this, a “lifelong fantasy” as she put it, must have her completely out of her mind. Jason, surprisingly, was managing quite well. Amara was absolutely hot right now, but his concern for her was trumping his physical attraction to the situation. Guess that’s how I know I really love her, he thought with a grin. She really is brave. I just hope she’ll know when to quit if she really does start wetting herself… It took ten minutes for them to get out of sight of the pool, and as soon as the glistening blue water left her vision, Amara stopped and began breathing heavily. “I’m surprised you could jog with such a full bladder,” Jason panted. “I do it a lot, on the treadmill,” Amara responded. “It feels amazing, my bladder bouncing around like that. I have a hard time peeing while I’m moving though, so it’s all good. I mean, I CAN if I’m desperate enough, but I don’t have much trouble holding it either. Stopping though...that’s not easy.” The truth in her words was apparent. She had her right hand held tightly between her legs, her left held in a fist clenched at her side. “Ugh, when I hold myself I like to squeeze a finger right against my pee hole, but the pad doesn’t let me get all up in there.” “Too bad, so sad,” Jason quipped, putting on a false frown. Amara pouted at him, then giggled slightly. “Jason, I’m so desperate,” she muttered. “We’re not even half around the park yet and I feel like I’m on the verge of an accident…” Jason opened his mouth to offer help, then remembered that she’d said she wanted no such thing. He pursed his lips for a moment, then changed his strategy. “You can do it, Amara,” he said lovingly, placing his hands around her arms. “You’re really strong, it’s just a full bladder, I know that you can put up with it for a little longer.” “I’m so close to leaking,” she whimpered. Jason could feel her shivering as he held her. “I already feel a little damp, like around my lips, and it’s not just because I’m so fucking horny…All the pressure feels like it’s right there behind my pussy...” “You know it comes in waves,” Jason told her. “I know you feel like you’re about to burst, but if you can just hold on for a minute, you’ll feel a bit better.” Amara looked Jason in the eyes and nodded, still squirming in his grip. He could feel her warmth through her clothes, she was absolutely radiating heat. Her face was flushed and sweaty, and her eyes were unfocused and worried. Jason was fighting every manly instinct that he had; every fiber of his being wanted to offer her help, protection, to ask if she was alright...but he knew that wasn’t what Amara wanted, and he fully respected her wish to push her limits without a safety net. “We...we have to keep walking. The more time I waste squirming in place, the more desperate I get. Don’t let me stop again, or I really won’t make it…” Jason patted her arm in confirmation and guided her along the trail. She was obviously trying so hard to hide her desperation, and for the first time that day, Jason felt himself growing hard at the sight of her rocking her hips as she walked. It wasn’t something she normally did, and he knew that it was an effort to squeeze her legs together with each step. Three times inside the next twenty minutes, Amara gasped and stopped just for Jason to grip her hands and force her to keep walking. She was now releasing a sort of desperate, high-pitched whine that was driving Jason up the wall. His penis was pressing hard against his boxers and sweats, uncomfortable and compressed. Amara took notice, as he was walking almost as awkwardly as she was. “Hey, don’t tell me you need to pee too already?” Amara whispered. “It’s not that,” Jason mumbled. He took her hand once more and guided it to his front, and she felt how stiff he was through the layers of cotton. Amara broke out into a smile and giggled genuinely. “I can’t wait to deal with that when we get home,” she said, giving it a quick squeeze. Jason grunted and pulled away. “I don’t wanna do it in my pants before we even get home,” he sighed. “I’m probably gonna do somethin’ else in my pants first, anyway,” Amara moaned. “Don’t talk like that,” Jason encouraged her. “You have to hold it in. You don’t have any other choice. If you wet yourself out here, dozens of people will see it.” “I...I know,” Amara whined, rocking her hips with greater intensity. “God, I feel like there’s a fuckin’ bowling ball in me. My belly’s harder than your pork.” “P- Pork?” Jason choked out, uncontrollable laughter bringing him to a halt. “Where the actual fuck did that come from?” Amara came to a stop as well. “What, never heard- Oh, FUCK!” Amara opened her mouth wide and forced both hands between her legs, twisting them together. Jason, even ten feet behind her, heard it clear as day. A huge, powerful hiss began emanating from Amara as she doubled over, panic in her eyes. Jason sprinted the four steps it took to reach her, but by the time he was there, the hissing had already stopped. “Shit, fuck, I’m okay. Stopping short like that just made me lose all control for a second.” She spread her feet a little and patted herself between her legs, exhaling in relief as her crotch seemed dry. She gave herself a couple more pokes, and then a grin spread across her face. “Dude, you gotta feel this.” She grabbed Jason’s hand and pulled it between her legs, and he pressed against her gently. Her pad was completely saturated, thick, soft and squishy, and so, so warm. It was very visible too, a huge bulge stretching out the crotch of her leggings. “It feels so nice down there. And I actually feel like I can hold it a little longer now that some came out.” “Good,” Jason muttered absentmindedly, still squashing the pad between his fingers and her body. “You really like that, don’t you?” Amara purred. “Yeah,” Jason responded, pressing up closer to her. “You know, I dunno if I’ve ever told you, but ages ago when I first noticed you getting all turned on whenever you knew I was wearing a pad, I was sure that you had some kind of period fetish. I thought you were weird as fuck until you explained that you were just fantasizing about me filling them with pee.” “Wait,” Jason guffawed, letting his hands fall to his sides. “Let me get this straight. A period fetish would be ‘weird as fuck,’ but a fetish for holding in pee until you wet yourself is totally normal, eh?” “Well, it’s been normal for me since I was a little girl, so I guess. Why pads though, specifically? I get that you love anything that’s soaked in my pee, but why not diapers? They could hold so much more.” Jason shook his head violently, making a sort of ‘Nnnyyyooo’ noise. “Nuh-uh, Amy. Diapers can only be associated with babies and the elderly, both of which I don’t want much to do with. Just that thought turns me off of them completely. Pads however, I can associate them with femininity, adulthood, and the fact that you’re definitely not fuckin’ pregnant.” Amara exhaled a soft laugh, resting her head against Jason’s chest. “We should start walking again...I’m still dying to pee, and all the wetness down there certainly isn’t helping.” Jason nodded and took Amara’s sweaty hand again, and they continued their long trek. Amara was walking easier now, the dramatic sway of her hips from earlier no longer present. She still squirmed now and again, but she seemed to be in control. However, they both knew that wouldn’t last for long. Sure enough, half an hour later and two thirds of the way through the park, Amara was absolutely frantic again. Her butt bounced up and down as she walked, her thighs squeezing together and her balance waning with each step. Jason was basically holding her up, trying to disguise the situation by appearing to be hugging her around her shoulder. He knew that it would be a lot easier to support her by her waist, but the pressure would undoubtedly cause her to lose control. For the past fifteen minutes, they had been drawing the eyes of passerby, Amara’s yelps audible for a dozen meters. Not only this, but she was openly holding herself almost constantly and cursing in frustration at the fact that she could not force her hand directly against her urethra. There was simply no hiding it anymore; anyone who saw them would know beyond any shadow of a doubt that Amara was on the verge of a full-on accident at the age of twenty-four. Jason’s face was beet-red from embarrassment, but he never faltered or complained, knowing that this was what Amara wanted. “I just spurted into the pad again,” Amara whispered suddenly and urgently. “It feels so thick and full, anything else that comes out of me will almost definitely leak out the sides…I’m not gonna get home dry, Jace, I’m just too desperate.” “We’re so close, Amy,” Jason encouraged her, gripping her hand tighter. “If we keep up a solid pace, we’ll be home in half an hour. I know it hurts, but you can take it. Please keep holding on.” Amara whimpered and leaned against him as they kept walking. “I don’t think I can. I’ve never had to go so badly in my life. The pressure is so intense, and I know that the pad won’t hold anything else...it’s really gonna happen, I’m gonna pee myself in front of a bunch of people and there’s nothin’ I can do about it.” “Like I said before, it’s only a full bladder,” Jason said, trying to keep his voice calm and supportive. “You know what the source of the pain is, and you know that it can’t really hurt you. You don’t feel any pain in your sides or back, right?” Amara whined and shook her head. “No, it’s just all in my belly and right behind my vag.” “Then you’re fine. You can hold it as long as you need to. Just think about it logically rather than letting yourself be flustered by the sensations. You know what it is, you know why it’s happening, and you can control it. Don’t panic, don’t worry about wetting yourself. As long as the pain is only in your bladder, you can keep holding on.” “I love you so much,” Amara barked suddenly. “You’re always here to support me through all the nutty shit I do. If you say I can hold it, I just can’t help but believe you. I’m not gonna pee. I’m NOT gonna pee!” With a loud groan of effort, Amara picked up her pace, forcing herself to walk normally and stand straight. Jason smiled widely and kept up with her, whispering encouragement to her every step of the way. They passed benches and water fountains, none of which were in use thankfully, and after a few more minutes, it came into view. The sign that marked the entrance of the park, and with that, they were no further than a couple hundred meters from their front door. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Amara chanted as she pushed onwards towards the entrance. Her vocabulary had severely deteriorated within the last five minutes of their walk, reduced to a series of cursewords and desperate moans. The two of them had the full attention of everyone near the entrance of the park, and Jason fruitlessly covered his face with his left hand. Amara was definitely causing a scene, her condition painfully obvious to anyone and everyone. “Are...are you okay?” a blonde woman asked as she passed with a small dog. “The restroom is just over there, you know,” a man on a bike offered as he rode along. “Mommy, does she have to pee?” asked a small girl as her mother dragged her away from the area. Amara ignored all of them, her mind fixated on only one thing: Getting home and emptying her tormented bladder. They passed the sign, and as they cleared the treeline, their home came into view… And Amara stopped short, her mouth open in disbelief and her body vibrating from head to toe. “Ooooohhhhhh,” she moaned, drawing gazes from a few people who were walking into the park. “No...not now, not here, so close…” “Come on, Amy, it’s RIGHT THERE!” Jason nearly shouted, grabbing her shoulder and pointing at their house. “A hundred more feet, come on, you’ve got this!” Amara took one more step...and she began wetting herself with the force of a burst hydrant. The hiss sounded for two seconds as the pad soaked up the very last of its potential, and then Amara’s pee was streaming down both of her legs and splattering onto the concrete below her. She let her arms fall to her sides, and she stood up straight as any hope of maintaining her dignity flowed down the creek. Her pee thundered down her leggings, darkening both of her thighs to a near-black shade. The liquid soaked her butt and the front of her crotch as well, the only dry spot being a single line traced right between her legs that was protected by the pad, but even that was flooded in time. A dozen bystanders lurked nearby, but luckily none of them were laughing, they just seemed either dumbfounded or concerned for her. Amara seemed to have shut down, fully accepting her fate as she emptied herself on the sidewalk. Jason felt like melting into the ground, but he knew that he had to get her home. Fully aware that she would continue peeing for well over a minute, he did the only thing he could think of. Amara gasped as Jason scooped her up in his arms and began sprinting towards their house. Her pee splattered all over his shirt and legs, but he didn’t care in the slightest. She wrapped her arms around his neck to lighten herself, burying her face in his left shoulder. By the time they reached the door to their home, his pants were just as soaked as Amara’s. She continued to wet herself as he transitioned her into a sort of fireman’s carry so he could dig the keys out of his pocket, and fifteen seconds later, they were inside. Jason set Amara down, her pee now soaking the hardwood floor of their entrance hall. They looked each other in the eyes for just a moment, both knowing what was going to happen next. Jason’s hands flew to Amara’s sides, tearing her leggings and panties down. She stepped out of them, her pee spraying across the wall for a moment, and Jason threw the clothes along with the heavy pad far away from them. Wrapping his arms around Amara, he lowered her to the floor. She gripped his pants now, sliding them down his thighs...and revealing another pair of sweats, light pink and very tight on him. His fully-erect penis was pushing hard against the fabric, women’s sweats not being at all designed for such a thing. She barked out a laugh, placing her wet hands over her mouth. “It’s no wonder you were so uncomfortable out there. Why the fuck are you wearing my sweats, you absolute pinecone?” Jason sighed and smiled. “I know you wanted to do what you did today with no way out if you wet yourself, but I just had to do something to help you if you lost control early on. I figured that I’d hide a pair of your pants so you could change behind a tree if you wanted to.” “You’re...so friggin’ sweet,” Amara moaned, leaning against Jason’s crotch as her stream of pee finally slowed down. She gripped the waistband of the pink sweats and pulled them just far enough down that Jason’s Johnson was set free. “Come on, I’ve been waiting for this all day. Just...keep those sweats around your legs, it’s actually kind of hot…” ***** Thank you for reading, everybody. There will be many stories in the Couple’s Series, but like I said in the beginning, it will always be different characters in different places with different personalities and different kinks. The only themes that will absolutely be present in every one of my stories is extreme desperation and bulging bladders. If something in here wasn’t for you, it doesn’t mean the next one won’t perfectly match your interests. Have a good one, and see you next time. -B.L.
  19. Now that the weather is getting better does anyone have any specific wetting adventures planned? I am planning my usual desperation lawn mowing. I like to fill ue to almost bursting then see if I can mow my entire lawn without wetting myself. Most time I end up soaking wet. I am also planning some desperate walking and biking afternoons.
  20. Title pretty much says it all. I have a pair of track pants that I usually use (Yes I wash them :P). They're loose with elastic in the waist so they're very comfortable. The shirt doesn't really matter to much for me but I usually wear T-shirts. So what do you like to wet in? Or if you do prefer nude peeing, where do you like to wet? Bedwetting is a personal favorite of mine.
  21. Hello everyone! I set two alarms in the idea of getting up earlyish, one at 8:30 and one at 9:30, but as I had no real reason to get up except a day of chores I slept in until 10:30. When I woke up I needed to pee and decided I would wet in the shower when I got round to getting up. I was on here and reddit for a bit, drinking some juice, when I decided if I was going to wet my underwear (what I was asleep in) I may as well put on some clothes that were in the wash and wet those. So I got brushing my hair which took a while, sitting in my bed to ease the desperation I was feeling. I tried to hurry in case my housemate would go in the bathroom. I got dressed in some denim shorts over my blue panties and a pink tshirt that I wore inside out as I was rushing that much, I needed to pee so badly. I crossed my legs and clenched for 30 seconds as a wave of desperation hit me and I put on some socks that come up just below the ankle. I grabbed my laundry bag and took it to the bathroom. Our washing machine is in the bathroom thankfully!! I got in the shower and crossed my legs. I bent and straightened my knees with my thighs tightly pressed together and my legs crossed tightly I was so desperate. I was shaking and holding on to the sides of the shower for support. Despite all my efforts a little pee dribbled out into my panties. I checked and nothing was visible. Then a 2 second slow stream began and wet my crotch and butt. This time there was a noticeable spot on my shorts. I uncrossed my legs and jammed my hand in my crotch but it was too late, my pee came out in a fast stream and I felt myself involuntarily pushing as the warm wetness spread down to my knees and down my legs. After it was finished, about 2 minutes, there was a yellow puddle going down towards the drain. I turned on the shower and washed some of the pee off my clothes, then stripped and put my clothes in the washing machine along with the other laundry, had a shower and went to my room to write this! Hope you enjoyed it! Check out the pictures too :)
  22. I don't know about you guys, but I sometimes spend days and weeks searching for one video I could've seen almost a decade ago... And today I found a compilation of one of them on PH! Explicit Content NSFW warning: it's on pornhub so take your chances http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=1284647403 It would be awesome if we could keep this thread going with videos (or requests for videos) that you haven't seen in ages! edit: I'm aware Chloe Creations is a paysite (and an interesting one at that) but I can't seem to find videos from the comp anywhere, so I'm assuming it's alright to be up. I could be wrong
  23. A while ago my girlfriend, Nat, and I met up with my friends. As per usual, we drank some and got stoned, and all that jazz. Now, my biggest problem is when I'm under the influence at all I have a huge problem with blatter control. A lot of times I'm not sure if my panties are wet because I'm horny or because I peed a bit. It leads to some problems, although I have also learnt over the last little bit Nat has the same issue. We had to walk back to my house afterwards and it was probably ten thirty at night. My house was an hours walk away and both of us were fucked. Nat admitted slightly down the road that she had to pee. Now she's been doing this a lot when drunk since I told her that I thought it was really hot when she had peed her tights on Canada day. Although that day I was not up for dealing with that. It was colder than it has been lately, and it was late at night and I wanted to get home and I wanted to cuddle my girlfriend and pass out. "Nat, we literally left five minutes ago why didn't you go at Tiki's place?" I asked her. "I didn't have o go then!" She whined. At this point I was kinda annoyed. I didn't want to babysit and Nat was acting like a child. "The coffee shop down the street is open till eleven, hey have publi washrooms, we'll be there soon" I told her as we continued on. Now, I was not aware that it was the drive thru open late. I thought that the drvie thru and store were both open till eleven. But not only was the store closed, but it looked like the drive thru closed early too. I don't have a clue what Nat was at at that point, in turms of a scale, although the second she noticed the flashing "closed" sign, she went pale. I honestly swear she was going to cry. Although instead of crying, she lefted up her skirt and started peeing, right there. She didn't seem to care at all for the entire fourty seconds that she was wetting for. Afterwards she didn't way anything, although she gave me the most sinister look, and grabbed my hand and pulled me in he direction we needed to go. I was so fucking aroused at that point, although I managed to keep my cool for the rest of the walk home
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