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some doodles of another character of mine, one of a regular wetting, another where he had to go so bad it’s gushing through his pants but he can’t get his belt open and a third where he’s just squatting to take a leak because boys squatting to pee >>>>

View File KEPA-017 KEPA-017-01 - A woman desperate to pee gets trapped in conversation and ends up wetting herself. KEPA-017-02 - A drunk woman desperate to pee is seen hunched over some barrels. A man walking along sees her and try's offering his help. The woman unable to walk lays on her back on the floor as the man try's to help her stand back up. Just as he helps her back on her feet she wets herself. After she gets done wetting herself she wraps her arm around his neck and starts playing with herself. KEPA-017-03 - A woman puts on a how for her boss by sitting on some desk's and playing with herself for a little bit before wetting her panties. KEPA-017-04 - A schoolgirl sits down next to an older man and try's flirting with him. However the man doesn't seem to interested so she pulls up her skirt and wets herself infront of him. Once she gets done she grabs his hand and rubs it against her now wet panties. Screenshots are in order of the files KEPA-017 Uncut has everything above plus sex Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 03/20/2023 Category JAV Collections  

View File CESD-897 CESD-897 It Felt So Good That I Wet Myself, I'm Sorry… Maria Nagai. CESD-897-01 - A desperate woman gets locked outside the bathroom and wets herself. CESD-897-02 - The actress sits on a couch and plays with herself until she starts pissing on the floor. CESD-897-03 - The actress wearing something sexy pulls her panties to the side and pees on the floor. CESD-897-04 - The actress sits on a couch while a man uses multiple vibrators to make her wet herself/piss/squirt multiple times. CESD-897-05 - The actress talks to the camera for a little bit before taking her panties off and peeing on the camera. Screenshots are in order of the files CESD-897 Uncut contains everything above plus sex Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 03/20/2023 Category JAV Collections  

So here is a fun thing to do as we go into the new year. This is for those of us who experience for real bedwetting incidents, AKA we are true bedwetters. I love all my OMO friends but please let's keep this post for those of us who for real still deal with accidental bedwetting. So we are day one as of this post into 2023..... Question is, who is still dry, who has wet the bed in the new year? Ways to post: 1. Post that you have not wet the bed (for real) yet in 2023. You can post as often as you want, but upon your first wet night of 2023 you need to post the next day that you are no longer dry in 2023. Or 2. Upon your first for real wet night of 2023 you need to post the next day (or indicate the relative date of your wetting if past the actually date after) that you are no longer dry in 2023. Let's see who wets first and who stays dry the longest in 2023. (AGAIN LETS KEEP THIS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO STILL EXPERIENCE BEDWETTING. YOU DRY BED PEOPLE CAN GO ALL YEAR AND NOT HAVE A GENUINE BEDWETTING ACCIDNET.... DON'T BRAG NOW 😆)

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View File Wetting in her bikini in the bathroom A cute girl wetting her bikini in the bathroom. (Includes some nudity). Submitter WettingMaster Submitted 03/19/2023 Category Female  

Wow, it's been a while. Some years ago, I began the adventures of these two young ladies and their bladder mishaps, but I never completed them. At long last, that is what I am attempting to do. And so, without further ado: Chapter 1 - An Introduction Specific tags: one-piece swimsuit, messing Angelica was surprised by the request her mom casually made while pressing the button on her phone to end the call. Not shocked, but it was nonetheless unexpected for a couple of reasons. “That was Jeanne. She needs someone to babysit Lily on Saturday afternoon. Do you think you could do it?” These were the reasons: first, Angelica never considered herself to be much of babysitting material. She had no younger siblings and was often the youngest in whatever group she found herself in, and so had never really interacted with kids much. But none of that mattered for the second reason: Lily was far too old for it to be considered “babysitting” at all. She raised an eyebrow and moved her lips to the side in an expression of “huh?” while asking, “Lily’s in high school, isn’t she? Isn’t that a little old to be babysat?” Her mom let out a little sigh and clarified. “Yes, yes, not really babysitting…fine. But Jeanne and Derek will be out at the doctor’s for the afternoon, and they don’t want Lily to be all alone at home during that time. Can you do it?” Angelica’s expression turned more placid as she thought for half a second before answering, “Sure, why not.” But her eyebrows immediately furrowed again as she remembered something else. “Wait a minute. Isn’t she the one who pees her pants all the time?” Try as she might, she couldn’t suppress a little snicker as she asked it. Angelica’s mother’s face darkened as she fixed her daughter with one of her Looks. The tone of her answer matched her expression. “She has a sympathetic spastic bladder. Don’t laugh about it. Can you imagine if it was you who had that condition?” “Yeah, I guess so.” Angelica looked away, feeling a little guilty. “Okay then. I’ll text Jeanne and let her know your answer. I can drop you off there and then she’ll bring you back here once she’s back from her appointment.” Angelica’s mom turned and walked down the hallway, texting with one hand. ~*~*~*~*~ It was about a quarter after one on Saturday when Angelica and her mom started the forty-minute drive out to Lily’s house. The drive was mostly free of conversation, as Angelica idly passed the time on her phone, texting and Instagramming. It was more out of boredom than anything else, and she found her mind wandering. How did her mom know Mrs., uh….Jeanne? Now that she thought about it, she didn’t even know the family’s last name. Her mom met Jeanne through…the PTA? Was that it? Something like that. Angelica shifted in her seat and pushed a strand of brown hair behind her left ear. She had never been to Lily’s house before—in reality, the two barely knew each other. Her mom was friends with Lily’s mom, but the friendship didn’t extend to their daughters. But Lily’s family was pretty well off, from what she knew. They lived out in a rural location, but they had a neighborhood watch and an in-ground pool. Angelica wished she had put on her bathing suit under her T-shirt and faded jeans—it was great swimming weather, in the warm-but-not-too-hot mid-June, and what better way for two young girls to spend an afternoon together? Her mom interrupted into her thoughts to reiterate what she had already told Angelica before they left: “Now, remember, Ange, even though you’re doing a favor for them, you are still the Wellses’—” (aha! that was the name) “—guest. I want you to remember that. Be respectful of them and their home. Understood?” Angelica breathed in and raised her head a little, still looking at her phone. “Yeah, mom. You told me that before we left.” “Well, I want to make sure you understand it. This is your only chance to make a good first impression.” She gave her daughter a smile and turned her attention back to the road. A guest—that was probably the real reason why she hadn’t worn her bathing suit. She didn’t want to seem like she was disrespecting the Wellses by inviting herself to their pool—either to them or to her mom. Well. There would probably be other things she could find to do. The sun was making it hard to see her phone screen, so she turned off the screen and dropped it between her thighs, before leaning against the door and letting the light pour across her face. As they drove past miles and miles of woods, the sunlight flashed in and out through the trees like a strobe light. With her eyes closed, the pulsating was almost hypnotic, and her thoughts wandered again. So, Lily was maybe two or three years younger than she herself was. Was she into anything interesting? Angelica was almost done with Gone with the Wind and wondered about what kinds of books Lily liked…if any. Hopefully she wouldn’t want to spend the whole time just talking about boys. It might be fun for a little bit, but there’s only so long that kind of conversation could go on. And…then her thoughts went back to where they kept slipping back to: Lily’s issue with wetting her pants. She stifled a laugh again thinking about it. It just seemed so…ridiculous. That someone at her age wouldn’t just have an accident, but actually be accident prone. Sure, there was always the occasional middle schooler or even high schooler that would pee themselves on a class trip, or during a test…but those incidents were rare enough that they would become the thing of legend for a few weeks or so, drifting on the winds of school gossip. But an ongoing issue? That was crazy. Had she just never been potty trained properly? Angelica couldn’t even remember the last time she had had an accident. Well, other than the one time in middle school at the Davises’ house, but she didn’t want to think about that. What had her mom called it? “Sympathetic spastic bladder.” Sympathetic. Kind of like sympathetic vomiting? Or pain? So…did that mean that if someone else needed to pee, it made her need to pee too? That was the best she could figure. But that seemed pretty common. Doesn’t that kind of thing happen to most people? Lily’s condition must just be a lot more severe. It must be, if she actually had wetting accidents from it. Man, that must be crazy. Angelica tilted her head back and tried to imagine what that must be like: bladder twitching and contracting, shifting from leg to leg, squeezing your thighs together hard to keep the flood inside…but then feeling yourself lose control, and pee flow out of you, despite your best efforts, all across your crotch and down your legs…as if on cue, Angelica’s own bladder gave an involuntary twitch and she took a quick intake of breath. Thankfully, she didn’t need to pee right now, but oh my goodness. She couldn’t even imagine how mortifying that would be. Trying to take her mind off it, she picked up her phone again from between her legs and went back to distracting herself. She couldn’t stop herself from wondering if Lily would have any…issues…today, though. But she knew better than to bring it up when there. ~*~*~*~*~ The hatchback crunched to a stop on the gravel drive and shut off. Both Angelica and her mom stepped out, stretching and breathing in the air. All around were woods, and no traffic could be heard. The only sounds were the wind in the trees and the buzzing of cicadas and other insects. Mrs. Wells was already out the front door and coming up to meet them. “Tracy! Hi! So good to see you! Thank you for coming. And hello again, Angelica!” She gave each of them a hug when greeting them. Angelica had only met Mr. and Mrs. Wells once, but this sanguinity seemed to be standard behavior. She smiled back, “Hi. Thanks for having me over.” “Oh, it’s our pleasure. You’re really doing us a huge favor! We couldn’t find anyone else we trusted on such short notice.” She said this last part to Angelica’s mom, but it didn’t prevent a small swell of pride from rising up inside Angelica at being apparently being considered so valuable. “Here, come right this way. You can meet Lily.” Instead of leading them through the house, she walked over to the side and unlatched a small wrought-iron gate. “She’s in the pool in the back. Do you like to swim, Angelica? Did you happen to bring your bathing suit with you?” “Um, I do, but I didn’t bring it, no.” “Oh, that’s a shame. Maybe next time. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure there’s plenty for you to entertain yourself with.” They were at the backyard now, and Angelica could see the pool stretching out in the yard, its shiny blue surface looking absolutely tantalizing. At least she could put her feet in. Mrs. Wells called out, “Lily? The Carpenters are here. Come and say hello.” As they stepped out of the shade of the house and back into the sun, Angelica could see a very thin, shoulder-length blonde-haired girl raise her head out of the pool and then climb up the ladder and stand there dripping as she grabbed a SpongeBob towel and wrapped it around her black one-piece swimsuit. She was shorter than Angelica but also slenderer, but she was already sporting a healthy tan, unlike Angelica, who preferred to stay indoors more. When she spoke, Angelica noticed that she had her mother’s mouth and smile. “Hi. I’m Lily. Are you Angelica?” Angelica started to respond with a yes when Mrs. Wells cut in with a mildly chiding tone, “Now, Lily, what did I tell you? Be polite to our guest.” Lily blushed a little and revised, “Hello, Miss Angelica. Pleased to meet you.” Angelica couldn’t help but smile to herself as she realized that Lily’s mom probably made her daughter feel just as self-conscious about first impressions as her own mom. Lily started feeling less like a stranger to her and more like a potential friend. She stuck her hand out in her most mock-businesslike gesture and said in a playfully stern voice, “Pleased to make your acquaintance as well.” The two girls giggled as they shook hands a little too firmly, and Mrs. Wells laughed. “Well, look at you two! You’ll have a great time together. Derek and I will be back in a few hours. Make yourself at home here, Angelica. Have fun, and call us if you have any questions.” She turned off back to the path beside the house. From the other side, Angelica could hear the Wellses’ garage door opening and their car backing out. Angelica’s mom gave her a hug. “Have fun, sweetheart. Call me if you need anything.” She followed after Mrs. Wells with a parting wave. Angelica waved back, then turned back slowly, taking in all the details of the back yard. The house and yard were completely surrounded by woods, though there was still a privacy fence at the edge with a gate in the middle. That was at the far end of the yard, though, a good hundred feet away. Closer up there was a trampoline, then the pool, then the back patio which extended up to the back porch. There were two quad bikes parked close by the house, next to a couple of bushes. On the patio itself was an outdoor furniture set, with a glass-topped table in the center sporting a golf umbrella. On the table were an assortment of snacks, and an ice chest underneath boasted a bevy of soft drinks peeping their colorful heads out. “Wow…you’ve got a nice backyard…” Angelica led off tentatively. Lily gave a kind of half-hearted nod. “Yeah, it’s nice, I guess. I mean, yeah. Thanks.” “Must be kinda nice to have all this to yourself, huh?” “I guess. I mean, we’re kind of all alone out here. The nearest neighbor is like a mile away.” “Wow.” Angelica turned back toward the snack table. She hadn’t had much of a lunch and was both hungry and thirsty. “Oh, those are for you. Well, like, us. My mom wanted to make sure you felt appreciated.” Angelica looked up. “Just the two of us? Really? There’s enough here for like a whole party of people!” Lily shrugged. “Yup. That’s my mom.” She laughed a bit. “Seriously, though, have as much as you want. That’s why they’re there.” Angelica smiled on one side and looked back to the ice chest. Was there any ginger ale? Ginger ale was her favorite. Ah! There one was! She pulled it out, relishing the chilled surface of the aluminum and the drips of icy water down the sides. With a ksshhh she popped it open and took a sip, then coughed as the bubbles went into her nose. Lily sidled up next to the ice chest and popped open a Sprite. Angelica by now had found a bag of Chips Ahoy and began munching on them. Lily gulped down some Sprite and then asked, “So, Miss Angelica, do you like to swim?” Angelica finished washing down some cookie and suppressed a burp. “Yeah, I do, but I don’t have a swimsuit with me.” “Aw, that’s too bad. I love swimming. It’s like, literally my favorite thing to do during the summer. But it’s more fun with more people.” “Do you have any friends around?” “Haha, no one lives around. Not walking distance, at least. I really only see friends at school.” “Oh, that’s too bad.” Angelica tried to burp discreetly. Lily laughed. “What is it?” asked Angelica. Lily kept laughing. “That face you made! It was like, your eyes crossed.” She imitated it. “No they didn’t! I didn’t look like that!” Angelica protested good-naturedly. “You really did!” And then, most likely from laughing, Lily also burped, but much louder. This sent both girls into a fit of giggles. Angelica felt good. It seemed like the two of them might really click. ~*~*~*~*~ Almost two hours had passed. Angelica and Lily had chatted for a while, talking about Lily’s pets (an iguana and a guinea pig), historical fiction (Lily wasn’t as into reading but did like some historical movies), the vacation the Wells family would be taking soon to the Bahamas, and just whatever. They dangled their feet in the water for a while, eating snacks and drinking soda, before Lily wanted to go back to swimming, and so Angelica sat on the chaise lounge with another ginger ale after putting her shoes back on to keep her feet from getting sunburnt. Eventually conversation died down and Lily swam by herself while Angelica went back to her phone. Instagram was interrupted by a text from Jackie, a friend of hers from school. hey Ange Angelica tilted the screen away from the sun and squinted to better see past the glare. Holding the phone with two hands, she used her thumbs to reply. Hey Jackie Whats up? wyd the librarys doing a free movie want to come ? Cool, what time? And what movie in like fiften minutes Tangled I think Sorry, I can’t make it sounds fun though. ah you suckkkk haha Why cant u come tho My mom asked me to be with the Wells’ daughter while they’re out. whos that you know Lily? o yeah isnt she the one who pees her pants alot? Yeah, that’s her. Angelica looked up at Lily, who was currently lazily performing a backstroke. She felt a little weird about Lily’s condition being brought up, thinking that just a few hours ago, it was the main identifying feature she knew about Lily. Now to hear someone else express the same perspective after being able to spend some time getting to know Lily as a person was somewhat jarring. She had actually forgotten about Lily’s bladder until Jackie’s text, and she felt a pang of guilt in her gut when remembering her morbid fascination on the drive out, even half-hoping that she would see the effects. She also felt a pang of something else, a little lower in her body. Her phone then buzzed a “Low Battery” alert, which brought her back to the text conversation. wow that’s cray has she had to go pee a lot ? No, she seems normal. She’s nice. We’ve been getting to know each other. Does she like wear diapers or somthing? Angelica brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and shifted in her seat. This talk about peeing was making her have to go herself. She tilted her head back to drain the last of the ginger ale from the can before putting it on the table next to her, noticing only then that it was her fourth overall. That was actually a lot of soda. No she doesn’t. Anyway, can we talk about something else? It’s making me have to pee. haha I feel u girl well, sorry u cant comeee Thanks. Have fun Her phone buzzed another “Low Battery” alert. She saw that there was only 2% left and thought she should probably put the phone away. Right after putting it in her pocket, though, another text came in. pee pee rivers waterfalls She laughed at Jackie’s antics, but not before feeling Jackie’s desired effect in a contraction in her bladder. She leaned forward in her seat and typed back. Jackie! Not funny. Lol But then her phone gave one final buzz as the screen went out. The battery had died. Angelica took the cue and stood up from the chaise lounge, stretching and feeling the sun on her skin again after being under the golf umbrella. Her bladder was beginning to hurt. She really should go and use the bathroom now. She stepped up the patio and onto the back porch. Taking hold of the handle of the sliding glass door, she pulled on it. The door wouldn’t move. It took her a moment to register what happened. Then she gave another tug, this time with both hands. Nothing. The door was locked. Having the prospect of relief be so close and then denied her sharply intensified her need to go. Her bladder suddenly contracted, and she gasped and had to bend over to keep from leaking. She stood there for a few seconds, hands on her thighs, trying to figure out what to do. She was now starting to get genuinely worried. It might be over another hour before the Wellses came back, and she didn’t know if she could wait that long. Unbidden, her thoughts from the car ride earlier started to drip—drift!—back into her head: the feeling of desperation, of holding back with all your strength only to lose control anyway, of the spreading warm wetness… Her bladder spasmed again and she had to quickly grab her crotch to keep from letting anything out. No! She couldn’t let herself think like that. Honestly, she had probably had to go this badly before, on car trips or whatever. She would be fine. Of course she would. But her stomach was now feeling full of butterflies and gave an ominous gurgle. Taking a deep breath, she turned back toward the pool and walked out onto the patio. “Lily?” she called out. Lily raised her head up and shifted from floating to treading water. “What is it, Miss Angelica?” Angelica hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the back door. “I need to use the bathroom, but I think the back door is locked.” She tried to keep her voice steady, but she could tell that it came out a little higher pitched than normal. The look that came over Lily’s face did not make Angelica feel any more at ease. It was clearly a look of concern, but had a flash of something more for a second…something almost like fear. She climbed out of the pool again, did a quick dry-off with her towel before wrapping it around herself, then came up the porch as well. Angelica was shifting her legs back and forth at this point, trying to look less urgent than she felt. The pool water dripping off Lily wasn’t helping at all. Lily grabbed the door handle and gave it a firm tug. Just as when Angelica tried it, it didn’t budge. She cupped her hands and peered through the glass for a few seconds, even though Angelica was sure that they both knew the house was empty. Angelica took the opportunity to rub her thighs up and down while Lily couldn’t see her. “Yeah, it’s locked. I guess Mom or Dad locked it accidentally before leaving.” She paused and scanned the back wall of the house. “Do you have to go pretty bad?” Angelica felt too self-conscious to answer honestly, and besides, wasn’t Lily’s condition sympathetic? She tried to downplay how she felt. “Uh, well, I need to go, but I’ll be okay.” She gave a weak smile, hoping to convince herself as well as Lily. “Okay.” Lily’s answer didn’t seem entirely genuine. After a few seconds of awkward silence, during which Angelica was finding it difficult to stand still, she decided to swallow her pride. “Do you know if there’s another way into the house? A side door…an open window?” She tried to say it in a way that would almost make it sound like a joke, but instead of laughing, Lily turned slowly toward Angelica with a pale expression. “So you do have to go pretty bad…huh?” Angelica noticed that Lily started to shift from one foot to the other. “I just…I need to…use the bathroom. Yeah. I do.” She admitted it in the hope that Lily would know a solution and she would be provided with relief. Instead, saying it out loud just made her need more intense, as if her psychological barriers were starting to wear thin. She started to bob up and down a little in spite of herself, and her stomach churned again. Without warning, a fart slipped out, thankfully unheard over the cicadas. Her hands involuntarily shot to her butt before she realized it and moved them back down to her sides, blushing. Lily swallowed and answered, “The windows are probably all latched shut to keep the A/C inside. The only other door is the front door…but it’s normally locked.” “Is there a spare key or something? Anything you can think of?” Her voice had an audible tremor at this point. Lily’s eyes brightened. “Oh good idea! I think so. I know we used to have one…let’s go try and find it.” She stepped off the porch and towards the side walkway with Angelica following. As soon as she reached the path, though, she suddenly drastically slowed her pace. The delay caused a spike of irritation to shoot through Angelica, perfectly in sync with a spike of pain through her lower abdomen. She clenched both her teeth and sphincter, then realized what made Lily slow down so much. She was still barefoot from the pool and the path was paved with gravel. It must have been painful and slow going for her. Pity made her regret her irritation, and she said, “I can go check, since you’re barefoot. Where did you keep the key?” “Thanks. Under the rock at the corner where the right side of the front path meets the porch.” She gestured with her hands to demonstrate. “Okay. And…see if you can find any way in back here.” “Okay, I’ll do that.” She turned back to the grass of the back yard. As soon as she was by herself, Angelica started walking faster. She was still keeping all her muscles rigid in an attempt to prevent any from accidentally relaxing. She was sure that if anyone saw her, it would be super obvious that she had to pee. Against her will, her thoughts began to wander. I can’t believe I have to pee this bad…this morning I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to pee this bad…is this what it feels like for Lily?...my bladder is gonna pop and my crotch is tingling… Gotta keep it in. Gotta keep it in. I can do this. Yes. I can do this. I’ll just go and get the key, and then sweet relief…to be able to let it all out… No! Can’t think of that. Gotta stay focused. She had to stop and cross her legs for a few seconds, doubling over as she did so. Her stomach gave another unwelcome rumbling. She felt like there was more gas, but didn’t want to risk trying to let any out. Of course I’ll make it. That’s what normal people do. They don’t pee themselves. I’m way too old to pee myself. I’ll be fine. Her walk relaxed slightly, letting her speed up some more. There, now. That was the way to do it. See, she’d be fine. Just fine. Her bladder was still twinging when she opened the wrought-iron gate and stepped onto the front lawn, but she ignored it. Relief was near. Soon, this would be nothing but a memory of a close call and everything would be okay, nothing to fear. Anticipation was sending needles through her bladder and she clenched harder as she came up to the spot Lily had described to her. There was the rock. Just…move it to the side…and… Nothing. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as her face blanched. This was her only hope of getting inside, and now it was gone. It was supposed to be there, but it was gone! Her bladder tightened and she could feel the tension go all the way into her thighs. Her brain reeled. Maybe the Wellses would be back early? But there was no way to know. Maybe they would know some other way in? But her phone died—how could she reach them? Maybe a neighbor’s house? But there was no one…the nearest neighbor was “like a mile away,” according to Lily. In one last burst of desperation, she scrambled around the front garden, overturning rocks, lifting pots, feeling through the soil, trying to find a key anywhere, anywhere at all. Her bladder was on fire. She dashed up to the front door—maybe it was unlocked? But no, tugging and pushing and slamming against the heavy oak yielded no hope of entry. She stumbled back, off the porch, sweat beading on her forehead, her eyes darting back and forth, hoping beyond hope for some cracked window, some miraculous entry. But she found nothing. The house loomed over her, imposing, resolute, unyielding. It felt like a black hole opened in her soul, draining out her resolve in a spectral pull of despair mingled with resignation. There was nothing left to do but give in…give in and… Her bladder spasmed again, and this time, her clenched sphincter muscles were not strong enough to stop it. A spurt of hot urine surged into her underwear, and at the same time, another fart burst out of her behind. She gasped loudly, wide-eyed, and jammed a hand into her crotch to keep any more from leaking out. Back yard. Now. Maybe Lily found a way in. She tried to move as quickly as possible down the path past the gate again, but found she had to keep her hand in her crotch, intermittently squeezing, which slowed her down considerably. At this point, she didn’t even care if Lily saw her like this. She just had to hold on. She had to. Somehow being in a secluded place on the side of the house caused her desperation to shoot up in sharper and stronger waves than before. She was moving as fast as she could, but kept having to stop to keep from losing control. Panic made her thoughts roil. I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself oh crap oh crap I can’t believe this is happening to me Is this because I made fun of Lily But I didn’t really make fun of her I swear I can’t wet myself I’ve gotta hold on Can’t let go oh crap Can’t let go Can’t let go Despite holding herself, she felt another spurt leak out into her panties, which now felt hot and sticky against her private parts. She tried to control her breathing. She could still make it with minimal damage done. If only I’d brought my swimsuit I could just pee in the pool All nice and warm To just relax If only I could just relax and let go Let go Let go oh crap oh crap I can’t I can’t Mincing her way further, teeth clenched, tears began forming in her eyes. It would feel so good to just let go No! No I can’t! Yes just let go Just let go No! No! No! Yes! Yes! Yes! She spurted again. Then again, this time a little longer. The whole time, she was passing gas in little bursts as well. She was almost to the end of the walkway, but she could feel her hand getting warm and damp. She jammed her other hand into her crotch as well, holding on for all she was worth with both hands. She rounded the corner at last, head down, eyes wide, breathing heavy, heart racing. She knew there would definitely be a wet spot in her crotch, but she didn’t know how bad. Right now she just had to keep it from getting any worse. She could hear Lily come running up, but it seemed distant, like in a dream. Just like in a horror movie, when the bandages are sloooowly peeled away to reveal the villain’s disfigurement, she gingerly lifted her hands away from her crotch. Her legs were bent inward, knees together and shaking, and she could feel her face go white as she saw the damage. Her jeans were clearly wet and dark all around her crotch, in an area about the size of a dessert plate. The wetness went slightly further down her right thigh, and the fabric was glistening at the center of her crotch. It was, all in all, very obvious that she had had a pee accident. Her breath caught and her heart was jackhammering in her skull. As if from far away, she could hear Lily’s voice— “Miss Angelica? I couldn’t find any way in back here. Did you find the key?” That was the last straw. With a groan, Angelica felt all her willpower and muscles give way at once. She sank to her knees as the floodgates opened, with no stopping them now. It was like a faucet had been turned on in her pants. She watched, as if in a trance, as the wet spot rapidly darkened and grew shiny, then spread voraciously across her crotch and down her thighs. She just kept breathing in and out, in and out, powerless to do anything but watch. She could feel the wetness spread to her butt and then pour out in a stream directly onto the patio. Two puddles formed, one at each knee, and then they merged and were supplemented by the bigger puddle forming under her rear. She could hear the sharp hssssss as she emptied her bladder, combined with the splashing of the urine underneath her. The waves of desperation gave way to ecstasy as relief finally came, but it was darkened by the heavy overshadowing sense of extreme embarrassment and shame of having actually wet her pants. Here she was, just a few hours ago unable to conceive of how anyone could lose bladder control and have an accident, and now she was experiencing just that. The tears that had formed in her eyes overflowed, and her heavy breathing shifted into soft sobs at her plight. She continued going to the bathroom in her pants for over half a minute before the flow finally tapered off. For what seemed like a small eternity, there was silence. Even the cicadas had died down. The only sounds that could be heard were the quiet sniffles of Angelica as she wiped the tears from her reddened cheeks and the muffled drip…drip…drip of the last of her urine from her pants. Now that she was actually done, the wetness was starting to feel very cold. Her head still down, Angelica couldn’t see Lily’s reaction. Eventually, Lily broke the silence. “Miss Angelica?” Her voice sounded like she was going to be sick. “Miss Angelica, I—” Then she made a kind of choking sound and was silent. The next thing Angelica heard was a spattering, splashing sound. But she had finished peeing—what could that be? And it was coming from in front of her… She raised her head to meet Lily’s eyes, but her gaze only got halfway. It stopped on Lily’s feet, where Angelica could see a yellow puddle growing. Her eyes were drawn upwards, where she could see urine pouring out of the crotch of Lily’s black swimsuit, splashing in streams between her thighs, and coursing in rivulets down each of her legs. She watched, transfixed, for several seconds, then looked up at Lily’s face. Lily stood there open-mouthed, pale, and speechless. Her arms were rigid at her sides, and she seemed completely unable to make any effort to stop Nature’s course whatsoever. Angelica watched as Lily also emptied her bladder into her clothes, and felt her own body give way once more. She felt her panties rewarm as one final jet of urine came out, but then her intestines rumbled. She gasped again and leaned forward, grabbing her butt, but not before she lost control and felt, one, two, three, four, five small pieces of poop pop out unbidden into her underwear. She could feel the wetness pull away from her skin as her underwear now sagged down from the seat of her pants due to the extra weight. Lily was still pale, but seemed to have finished peeing. She spoke, her voice hoarse, but with a new element of shock in her tone. “Miss Angelica, did you just…?” Angelica tried to lean back on her knees again, but her legs were too shaky. Instead, she lost her balance and fell with a splish on her butt in her own pee puddle, wincing as the poop in her panties was unceremoniously squished across her bottom. She couldn’t speak. She was in too much shock. Instead she just sat there and covered her face with her hands, trying to pretend this had all been a bad dream. ~Aftermath~ After gaining her composure, Angelica stiffly told Lily to clean up herself in the pool and the puddles with her towel, which would then also be washed off in the pool. At least swimsuits were designed to get wet. She on the other hand walked gingerly to the gate in the privacy fence, opened it, walked about fifty feet into the woods on the other side, and then, once she made sure no one was around, took off her shoes and socks and peeled off her jeans. Gosh, she was so stupid. She could have just peed in the woods when she had the chance. Trying to keep as much of her mess contained as possible, she pulled down her panties and made a face of disgust at herself. She then threw the panties into the underbrush and pulled her jeans back on, wincing at the roughness of the denim. She then walked back into the back yard, carrying her shoes and socks, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and then jumped in the pool. At Lily’s expression of surprise, all Angelica had to do was give her a stern look for her to understand: this way, her parents would never have to know what happened. The remainder of the afternoon was spent in awkward silence. Lily sat next to the pool (she didn’t trust how clean the water was anymore) and Angelica on the chair. She didn’t touch any more soda. Lily’s parents ended up arriving about forty minutes later, and Angelica had a strange kind of feeling of vindication when realizing that she really would not have been able to wait until they arrived. When they asked about why she was all wet, Angelica made up a story about goofing around near the pool and accidentally falling in. She kept all other answers to questions about the afternoon short, but with enough affected pep as to avoid suspicion. She made sure to say nothing about the locked back door, knowing that it would likely raise further questions—notably about where all the soda they drank went. Once Mrs. Wells dropped her off at her home, Angelica gave the same kinds of answers to her mom, determined to make sure that no one else ever found out about what happened. One week later, however, Lily was walking home from the bus stop. She and some friends had just gotten back from watching a movie and parted ways. The bus stop was nearly a mile walk from her house, but it was shorter to cut through the woods and come in through the back yard. Lily was walking quickly, already needing to use the bathroom. She remembered all too well the incident the previous week, and that the only reason her parents hadn’t found out what happened was because of Angelica’s resourcefulness. She was almost to the gate to her back yard when she was distracted by a loud buzzing off to the left. Curious, she looked that direction, then stepped carefully into the underbrush. The source of the buzzing was a swarm of flies, all acutely interested in something obscured by the leaves. As she drew nearer, a nasty smell hit her and she wrinkled her face and pinched her nose. She knew what it was. Ever since that incident, she had wondered how Angelica had cleaned up her poop accident. Now she knew. But she couldn’t stop herself. It was like a train wreck; she had to see. She haltingly drew back the plants with one hand and looked down. There, stiff and wrinkled from drying out in the open air, were a pair of pink bikini-cut panties, with a sickly brown load of poop completely covering the seat. Lily could feel herself losing control. It always felt the same way. The same sensation of being a stranger in your own body, of psychological resolve dissipating. She ran through the gate and across the yard, her breathing ragged, with one hand in her crotch in a vain attempt to stop the flow. As she sped across the grass, the wet spot gradually spread out on either side of her hand and down one leg of her jean shorts. She reached the back door and translated her momentum into forcefully sliding the door open, but she was jarringly stopped short by the fact that the door was locked. Again. She banged on the door with her free hand, yelling for someone inside to hear her, her other hand getting wetter and wetter as she continued leaking, urine now dripping from the cuff of her left leg and trickling down her thigh. She remembered what had happened the previous week and Angelica’s plight, including what ended up happening to her, as a new pressure built up in her abdomen. It was unfortunate, but apparently inevitable, then, that Lily’s mom came to the door a minute later and found her daughter red-faced and sobbing, a puddle under her soaked tennis shoes and a load in her shorts.

I should probably look for a similar post that I have on this topic, but it’s still very fresh …. In fact I only changed my pants and realized my tee shirt is also still wet …. Anyways, was a rough work week and finally had some after work parking lot beers with a colleague. For me, I crushed two really quickly and then stopped. My colleague was taking their time and another showed up after I was already finished. Well, while he was drinking, I kept checking to see how much was left because my need to pee was growing fairly quickly..,, as he finished, I felt relieved that I could get the hell out of there and hurry home… then he said, “okay if I have another?!”. Of course I didn’t say no and my need continued to grow. Unfortunately absolutely no option to pee in the work parking lot in front of my colleagues. At this point, he was doing more talking than drinking and my need was becoming urgent. I finally hit the button to close my lift gate as he was still a solid 3/4 full with beer. I made up an excuse to leave, but I knew it was probably too late. Between work and home, there is no convenient place to stop. So I just had to try and make it. I’m obviously not against peeing my pants under many circumstances, but I was trying my best to make it home and just pee outside of my car this time. Well, I didn’t even last 10 minutes and I totally burst!! Fully started peeing and tried my best to stop. It worked for a couple minutes surprisingly, but within a couple minutes I was peeing even harder!!! No one knew what was happening except me, but it was not planned and I loved it…..

Note: This story is heavily based on Lauren's Game by @Tinkletown and the images are taken from the game as well. Hope you all enjoy it. Prologue: Peggy was an 18 year old high school girl. She had a very simple lifestyle and her only focus was on her studies. She was an excellent student and was always the topper of the class. Because of her simplicity and nerdiness nobody wanted to be friends with her and would only talk to her for favors of completing their assignments. She only had one friend, Amanda. They both knew each others since 3rd grade. It was a normal day apart from the fact that the temperature was almost 38 degree Celsius. It was absolutely boiling out there. Everything was normal until 4th period. The 4th period was games period. As soon as the bell rang all of the students left their seats and started moving towards the gymnasium. The girls and boys went to their respective locker rooms for changing their clothes. After they had changed, they did a little warm-up and then started playing basketball. This continued for the next 45 minutes. Everybody was exhausted from the intense workout. Peggy was only able to score 4 points and her team lost by a margin of 14 points. She was very thirsty. Her thirst had risen from a quiet background song to dance-rave loud. After changing she immediately went towards the water dispenser and drank a huge amount of liquid to quench her thirst. The bell had rung and the recess had started. She took her lunch box and went to the cafeteria along with Amanda. The duo sat at their favorite spot and started chatting. They both opened their lunch boxes. Peggy had brought her usual peanut-butter sandwich and Amanda had brought tacos. They started eating the food. Amanda offered Peggy a taco. Peggy took a bite of the taco. It was too hot for Peggy's liking. She somehow swallowed the bolus of the taco. Her mouth turned into a tomato. She started coughing badly. Amanda quickly gave her water bottle. She chugged a few sips but it was not working. After drinking almost half of the bottle she calmed down. The recess was finally over. Peggy and Amanda went back to their class. The class went on for like 20 minutes and Peggy was feeling a bit uncomfortable. She felt a tingle in her bladder. All that liquid that she drank earlier was starting to show its effect. The Story (narrated from the perspective of Peggy) It was becoming difficult for me to concentrate on the lecture and every passing second on the clock seemed like an hour. I should have went to the toilet before the class, I thought to myself. I was in a terrible situation. I cannot use my hand to hold my crotch without getting the attention from the teacher miss Patrick. A little longer into the class it became almost impossible for me to hold my urges. I rose my hand and asked miss Patrick "Miss may I please use the restroom?" To which she responded "Peggy you know the rules, I am afraid that I cannot allow you the leave the class." I gave a whimper after hearing her statement. The pressure inside my bladder was becoming unbearable. I started squirming in my seat which was noticed by all of the students sitting near me. Soon the entire class started whispering about my situation. I was clenching as hard as I could just to avoid making a mess. The arms of the clock were moving like a snail. Eventually it became almost impossible to hold it in and I leaked a bit. I somehow with all my might was able to cut off the flow. Luckily the damage was not visible. I again raised my hand and asked with my cracking voice "Miss Patrick I really need to use the restroom, It is an emer......." Before I was able to complete my sentence another wave of desperation hit me and a spurt of pee escaped. This time I was literally helpless to cut off the flow of pee. The flood gates opened. My bladder literally bursted. My worst nightmare was becoming a reality in front of my eyes. I was peeing myself at the age of 18 like a toddler while the whole class stared at me. I peed for almost 20 seconds. A huge puddle was formed below my chair. I was brought to tears by my inability to hold my urine inside. I was weeping with my head down on the bench while my classmates watched my embarrassment. Some were in complete shock, some were laughing and some were gossiping about me. "This type of behavior is unacceptable in my class Peggy. Clean up your mess and go to the nurse's room immediately." Miss Patrick yelled at me. I somehow was able to clean up some amount of the puddle with my handkerchief. I was trembling badly. I was just not able to walk properly as I was in a state of shock. Amanda grabbed me and helped me clean up my puddle and she took me to the nurse's office. While walking through the corridor everyone was staring at my wet skirt and it was obvious that they knew that I had wet myself. Amanda still consoled in every way she could but I was not able to get myself together. When we reached the nurse's office, I was not able to speak for myself and explain my situation. Amanda explained the nurse about my accident. She was very sympathetic towards me and helped me take off my wet clothes and get changed into new ones. It was unfortunate that she didn't had a pair of underwear and the skirt which she gave me was a bit short. I felt almost exposed wearing that skirt but that was the best alternative. I returned back to the class with Amanda. My head was down in shame and I was not able to make eye contact with anyone. When I sat down, I was sure that people who were sitting behind me had a clear view of my bare bottom. I sat down on the chair which was still a little bit wet but I had no choice. It was uncomfortable to sit on that cold and wet chair. When the class was nearing its end I felt the same tingling sensation in my bladder. It looked like I had not completely urinated out the content. There was still some pee left within my bladder. I wanted to ask to use the toilet but I was not able to gather the courage to even raise my hand. It was inevitable that I would leak again. My only savior was the period bell. I began squirming in my chair again. I was only praying that somehow this nightmare would end and I could use the toilet. I guess that today was not my day. Everything that could go wrong was happening with me. I leaked again. I was able to cut off the flow again. Luckily my skirt was saved from the damage and the pee didn't hit the floor. The bell rang. I eagerly waited for the teacher to leave the class. As soon as she left, I quickly got up and made a wild dash towards the restroom. I leaked again in the classroom and with no panties to protect me this time, the pee directly fell on the floor. My classmates were able to make out that I was having an accident again. I didn't care to listen to any comments. My only priority was to reach the toilet without leaking any further. I was running in the corridor holding my crotch like a wild horse. I managed to enter the restroom without any further damage. I used the toilet and made sure that I released everything this time. I returned back to the class. Everyone was still gossiping about my accident and passing comments. In a single day I became the talk of the entire school. The entire day I didn't talked to anybody. When the final bell rang, I was not in the condition make eye contact with anybody, even with Amanda. When I got back home, I hugged my mom and again bursted into tears. She was shocked and confused about my sudden outburst. I explained her the whole scenario while weeping and sobbing. She consoled and made me calm down. For the next few days I didn't went to school and my mom also understood that I needed time to recover from this tragic accident. Amanda came home frequently to give me the notes and cheer me up. Finally I made up my mind to go to school. I was a bit scared to face my classmates. I was fearing that they would definitely pass mean comments about me. I went to the nurse's office to return the skirt which she gave to me. Then I slowly moved towards my classroom. Opposite to my expectations, everyone behaved as if nothing had happened. Everything was going well until recess. I went outside with miss Jefferson to ask some doubts about the lectures that I had missed. When I returned to my seat I saw an adult diaper there. 'The Squad' was there laughing out loud. Their laugh almost felt satanic to me. 'The Squad' I think every school has a group of girls/bitches who think they own the place. My situation was hardly any different. 'The Squad' had 4 members 1. Emily: The richest girl in class 2. Charlotte: The hottest girl in class 3. Ava: School basketball team captain 4. Sophia: The Head cheerleader These bitches can make anyone's life a living hell. Seeing the diaper on my seat, tears were brought to my eyes. I literally felt disgusted for existing. I ran away from the class with my watery eyes choking on my sobs. "Peggy! wait" Amanda tried to stop me but I was too carried away by my emotions. I ignored her call and ran away into the parking lobby where nobody was there at that point of time. I sat on a bench nearby and started crying out loud. TO BE CONTINUED So that wraps up Part 1 of the story. Hope you all enjoy it. Feel free to share your views about the story and suggestions to help me improve. I am open to constructive criticism. Thank you

It's never a good feeling when you have to go and someone else is hogging the bathroom in the shop. Margarita has the unfortunate experience and is forced to go behind her shop to pee, hoping no one sees her as her pee trail gets longer as she continues peeing. Margarita from The Casagrandes

Remember seeing this lovely lady waiting in line by the women's restroom? Well, she just couldn't hold it any longer and decided to go behind the building outside to pee there, hoping no one sees her. Thicc QT from The Loud House

Hello all, Please be warned that this is an ongoing story of my struggles against a new bodily issue. You see, I've always been into omo in a more casual sense. I hold at home all the time, and it turns me on SO GOOD! However, recently I've started to struggle with genuine incontinence... I've wet the bed and soaked myself at work, both of which left me utterly mortified. I'm not currently engaging in any purposeful holds. I'm hoping that by giving my bladder a break, I might push through whatever the current issue is. I also have a doctor's appointment tomorrow to find out whether it's a UTI or a genuine form of incontinence. My mother had urge incontinence, in that her bladder would clamp down for no discernable reason and she'd have very little time to find somewhere to relieve herself. Due to this being in my family history, I wouldn't be surprised if I was more susceptible to it or something similar. I'm hoping that's all this is, because it's really interfering with daily life and has reduced me to always having a diaper ready and wearing one to bed to prevent repeated messes that I'd have to clean up. Note that I'm not into diapers at all, I always thought of them as humiliating. I don't get off at all when I use a diaper, and consider it more of a crutch than anything else. I'm aware that this viewpoint changes form person to person and what flavor of omo you're into. Therefore I want to make it clear that I am in no way shaming those who enjoy diapers and/or genuinely need them. With that out of the way, let's get started. I usually only use the restroom once at work, right before lunch, which I'd already done. I'm more than comfortable holding it the rest of the day, as I'm not usually anywhere near full or desperate before I get home. I usually only go 2-3 times a day. That's at work before lunch, late afternoon or early evening, and sometimes I have to go in the morning before work. I'm a dietary host at a local hospital. I ask patients what they'd like to eat, pass trays, collect trays, and stock pantries. Needless to say, this is a rather social job. My day at work began like any other. I came into the hospital, placed my coat and whatnot in my locker, then sat down in the cafe and enjoyed a free breakfast with my fellow food service hosts. We just talked about whatever for about 20 minutes until it was time to head to the diet office, grab our work phones and iPads, and read through the day's notes. No notes today, that's good. We're also on a 5 host rotation, so none of us have a very large assignment. This has been the case quite often recently, and is a very welcome break from the 3 host rotations where I'd have a rehab unit and an entire nurses station worth of patients to get orders from. Not to mention that it takes longer to pass and collect trays when you have more patients AND don't have anyone helping you. Back on topic, I got about 15 menus before the cart full of breakfast trays was delivered to me. Quota is 10, so I'm doing pretty good. I pass the breakfast trays, deal with a couple patients that want to change their order or aren't satisfied with their food, and head downstairs to say hi to my old coworkers down in the kitchen. Note that I used to work in the kitchen as a dietary attendant and am familiar with the job roles and the people. After a few minutes of goofing off, I head back upstairs and resume asking patients what they'd like to eat. This goes on until 10:15am when I finish my assignment and start talking to random people that cross my path on the 5th floor elevator lobby. At 10:30, I head back to my unit and get a menu from a new patient and pre-organize my pantry. We don't stock pantries until after lunch, but I like to pull all the juices forward and check all the dates before heading to lunch. I then used the restroom and grabbed a Gatorade which I drank over the course of about an hour. This means I had the same bottle of Gatorade both before and after my lunch break, it's not like I chugged it or anything. After a nice big lunch consisting of goodies from the salad bar, some fries and a brownie, I headed back to the diet office and grabbed my pantry stock sheet. I then went back upstairs and counted the pantry. After counting the pantry and marking down what I needed to restock, I headed back to the elevator lobby to wait for the cart full of lunch trays to arrive. NGL, I pretty much just goofed off on my phone and said hi to anyone that passed through. I seem to be rather well liked here. Once the lunch trays arrived, it was basically the same as breakfast. I pass the trays out, help patients open their salad dressing packets (we have a lot of old people here), and deal with a couple people that want to change their orders. Passing lunch went rather smoothly and I went downstairs, grabbed one of the red carts for stocking pantries, grabbed all the goodies I needed for my pantry, and stocked said pantry. I then walked back to the elevator lobby to head down and return my cart. I was waiting for the elevator when all of a sudden I GOTTA PEE RIGHT NOW! It was a very different kind of desperation than I'm used to. I'm used to a lot of pressure bc I have a humongous bladder that maxes out just under 2L, but this was more of like the contractions that you get when your stream starts to die down and you need to get the rest out. It was a very strong contraction, forcing me to take my hands off my cart and double over! I ran over to the bathrooms, only to find them both occupied and someone already waiting! Shaking and nearly in tears, I begged to go first! I've never felt so humiliated in my life! It took everything I had to stop from grabbing myself in front of the random dude from central supply! Unfortunately, I had no choice but to do the most frantic doubled over dance you'll ever see for about 20-30 seconds before I got hit with another even more potent contraction that straight up wouldn't stop! It forced my pee right out of me, running down my legs and into my shoes before pooling at me feet, leaving me standing there sobbing! I was completely mortified with no idea what to do and just sobbed for a moment... The only thing in my mind was "no way! I didn't just do that! There's no way I'd ever do that!" I continued to break down for a moment before the bathroom door opened, and the occupant looked very concerned at the dietary host standing in a puddle with tears streaking down his face buried in his hands! It took a moment for me to bring myself back to the real world, at which point a housekeeper and a patient care tech had joined the group of people trying to help. I tried wiping my tears away and apologized profusely, still somewhat sobbing as I apologized. Everyone was very kind and helpful. The patient care tech (beautiful young lady that I've always had eyes for) gave me a spare set of the generic patient clothes and lead me to the patient shower where I cleaned myself up, wringed my clothes out under the running water, and changed into the patient clothes. I called my boss on my work phone (luckily it was in the pocket on my right side so it didn't get soaked) and told her that I'd just had an accident and needed to go home for the day, as all I have is patient clothes and I was completely torn apart by what just happened. I've always known my boss to be a very understanding young lady (I don't know her exact age but I'm guess low 30's at most) who's exceptionally good at her job and with helping people. She saw to it that I got to leave without having to cross paths with any of my coworkers, which really made my day. I went out into the parking lot nearly crying, and told the lot attendants which car I had and that I needed to leave early. They didn't ask anything and were very kind about the whole situation, setting the heat for me before fetching my car and sending me on my way. At this point I hopped on the omo.org Discord server and discussed what had just happened. More than anything, I just needed to get it off my chest so I could stop sobbing. I'm not 100% sure what I expected, but everyone was very kind and caring. A user (who's name I will not reveal bc it was via DM) talked with me for a couple hours and recommended a really amazing show called Narcos to watch while I try to pull myself together. I ended up taking a bath to try to calm my nerves before starting the show, since I was so upset I felt like I was gonna throw up. I ended up binging Narcos for about 4 hours before making some soup and crackers and heading to bed. I was so messed up that day that I hadn't eaten dinner, and with my heart conditions, it's not a great idea for me to skip meals, so I made sure I at least got something in me before I hit the sack for the night. This whole ordeal came after wetting the bed very badly the previous night, like dripping through the bed onto the floor. I have a whole story on that experience, which includes goodies on cleaning your mattress and whatnot. Naturally, after this many incidents, I've got a doctor's appointment tomorrow to see what's going on. Maybe urge incontinence like my mom had, maybe a UTI, maybe they messed something up when they did my hernia repairs (yes, plural, had it done 3 times at 2 different hospitals bc the first one kept fucking it up and the repairs would fail and the whole area would ache and burn). Either way, this isn't meant to be about my medical history, so I'm gonna call it here. I'll link the bed wetting story below. Thank you so much for reading through the whole story! Daredare205's best!

she is so hot and her desperation is hella cute, can you help me get a name or where can i find this full video plz

Yo I'm Blue and I make art. This is my first time ever making content like this so its kinda nervous for me to be sharing stuff like this, but hopefully y'all enjoy it. This is gonna be an Art thread of doing characters who I feel are lacking in Omo content. Not sure How much I'll be updating on here but this is just test drive to see how things go. So anyways, starting off we have some Momo Yaoyoruzu!

Request for @Peeing 123. Here's a picture of Katie Forester peeing behind the bushes while Nate is calling for her. Hope you like it. Sorry it took so long.

Hello all, I'll start this story by linking my other story New Form Of Incontinence from the non-diaper section of the site. I also have direct permission via DMs from Lizy The Leaky Leafeon to post this here with all the juicy details! My previous accident right when I got home from work seemed to gather a lot of attention in the omorashi chat channel on Discord, and Lizy pointed out that it was super hot (despite her not usually being into male desperation) and that she'd love to make me have another accident! I had put in the channel that I'd diapered up since then, as I seem to be genuinely incontinent at the time being and was just lying in bed enjoying the desperation. Naturally, Lizy jumped on this and asked me to keep my legs apart! I didn't take her up on this until I'd established just how humiliating the whole diaper thing was and that, since I do usually provide pictures or videos, I'd still do so, just with the covers still on so I could hide my diaper. Looking back, I'm not 100% sure this was necessary bc it's not like it's all I was wearing. I was in a shirt and pajama pants as well. With the ground rules set and a 1 minute timer agreed on, I spread my legs and started the timer! It was so hard! Dribbles nearly turned into spurts as my legs shook furiously to contain the flood! Note that I probably wasn't much more than 50% full, I've been having a lot of accidents lately. Context is in the post I linked at the top. The desperation turned me on SO MUCH and I started breathing heavy, only adding to how much my legs were shaking! By time time the 1 minute timer had ended, I'd already came in my diaper and dribbled enough to equal a small spurt! It was truly amazing and I came THIS CLOSE to losing it all in my diaper! 1.mp4 Of course, after talking about how hard it was to keep the spurts in, Lizy told me to let out a spurt and stop it right away! I can't explain how hard it was! My whole body was on fire and I was sweating from the effort! It was so damn hot! There were no dribbles leading up to the spurt, it just ROCKETED out of me as soon as I thought of letting some out, and I had a lot of slow dribbles while I fought to keep it stopped! Nearly came again! At this point, a tidal wave came crashing in and I shot to a 10/10 continuously dribbling and nearly spurting several times as I slammed my legs together, squirming to hell and back to contain the flood! My mind was going 1,000mph and I was in heaven! 2.mp4 At this video, people commented on how amazingly squirmy I was and Lizy admitted that she was getting wet! While my mind got off on the thought of people getting wet, my body continued to fight off the tidal wave and I came once again! I was going crazy out of my mind it felt so good! Naturally, this is when she made me set a timer for 2 minutes and keep my legs apart again! It was gonna be SO HARD and I put in chat "JESUS CHRIST RIGHT AFTER YOU MADE ME SPURT" to which she of course gave a "you heard me" and I went ahead and set the timer! My legs shook SO HARD and from time to time one of my knees shot up at the ceiling! Of course, when a spurt escaped, I slammed my legs together and she made me reset the timer! The rules were now in place that leaking and/or closing my legs would result in resetting the timer! I swear I tried my hardest but my legs kept slamming shut and every time I managed to resist from closing my legs I'd leak again! Next she cracked down on my squirming and lifting my knees up, telling me that I had to keep still no matter what! I just couldn't! I sent the following video as proof! 3.mp4 I complained that I HAD TO SQUIRM otherwise I'd lose it all! Of course she told me I didn't have to and that I needed to stop squirming! She also cracked down again on how I kept lifting my knees and I tried my very best! My legs sort of vibrated in place as my thighs tensed SO HARD and I lost a nearly continuous dribble and a couple boiling hot spurts! Naturally, when I was down to about 20 seconds on the timer I got hit with a hell of a tidal wave and my legs SLAMMED SHUT! Shit! Gotta reset the timer again! I was able to resist the spurts for half of the timer before I started squirming again and had to reset the timer AGAIN! I finally managed to keep from squirming long enough to get a short video and put it in chat, but was still not able to resist squirming for the whole 2 minutes! I swear those dribbles were about to turn into a total loss of control! There were tap dancers and a whole disco party going on in my bladder! 4.mp4 At this point she offered that she could cut the timer in half, but I'd have to do it standing up! I was torn between these! They'd both be just as hard! Since I wasn't able to decide, she decided to do something else. I was allowed to squirm and kick my knees and everything, but if I dared to close my legs I'd have to let out a spurt again! I said I'd do my best and she left to get some food and some hot coco. Naturally she dropped a gif of a leaking water bottle in the chat and my mind filled in the dripping sound and I lost a bunch of short but powerful spurts all in a row! Then she said she had to go to the bathroom and asked for my permission, which I of course denied and told her that she had to suffer with me! To be honest, it didn't matter what her answer was! The thought of her going to the bathroom made me dribble for a couple seconds and I came again! She then told me to learn my place (part of a humiliation thing we agreed on back at the beginning) and that she was gonna pee whether I told her to do it or not! She described how good it would feel and talked about the hissing sound echoing throughout the bathroom! I started dribbling again and nearly lost another set of spurts! Then she punished me for telling her not to use the toilet and made me push on my bladder! I lost a continuous stream for a second or two! 5.mp4 I had to stop the video bc I was about to lose it all if I didn't close my legs IMMEDIATELY! I put in chat that I swear I didn't close my legs on purpose! As per the rules, I let out another spurt as punishment for closing my legs and I nearly couldn't stop it! Lizy told me that I could keep them closed if I apologized for telling her that she couldn't use the toilet. I don't know why I did this, but I begged for permission to keep my legs closed instead of apologizing. Naturally, she told me to apologize once again. I gave a sincere apology in text only bc I was panting and moaning so hard I couldn't speak straight! Naturally, she told me that I could only keep my legs closed for 2 minutes! I set another timer and slammed my legs shut once again, managing to keep the floodgates completely closed for the entirety of the timer! My body SCREAMED for release and my knees started bouncing SO HIGH! I was on fire again! It felt SOOOO GOOOOOD! Then she made me describe how good it would feel to pee! I could barely speak! So I dumped it in chat as well. "It would feel like a river of bliss! Like my very being was melting! Like all the tension was leaving my body! It would feel like Heaven!" Naturally, this was true torture and my bladder began screaming! Although each spurt was only 1/4 second or so, I lost a few in a row and used every muscle I had to keep the flood at bay! 6.mp4 I BEGGED for permission to close my legs bc I was leaking and I didn't know if I could stop it! Miraculously, she gave me permission to close my legs again! I rolled onto my side and did my best to stop the spurts and dribbles! I was so close to losing it all! 7.mp4 After cumming yet again and barely holding on, she told me to go downstairs and turn on the sink! Naturally, it took me a moment just to get out of bed and I nearly fell on the stairs bc I had to suddenly stop and completely doubled over! By the time I made it to the bathroom, my entire body was covered in sweat! I was moaning so hard, nearly screaming in desperation! My whole body shook furiously as I lost another series of quick but powerful spurts! I thin I'd lost about half of my urine at this point! 9.mp4 I started steaming for a second which I somehow managed to stop and it turned into just a continuous dribble that I couldn't stop no matter what I did! She told me to go into the shower and contemplate wetting! I was torn! I really didn't want to wet and at the same time I WAS UNBELIEVABLY TURNED ON! I just stood there jamming my hands on my crotch and doing the most frantic peepee dance of my life! I swear my heart was going 5000bpm! I eventually got a couple palpitations in a row and my focus shifted to that... My floodgates opened for another set of spurts and I got dizzy and had to lean on the wall for a sec... I eventually ripped my diaper down and sat on the toilet and let go, catching my breath as my remaining pee gushed out of me and my heartrate calmed back down. Don't worry, I'm fine. Just a bit too much excitement for one night is all. Naturally, I went back to bed in a fresh diaper and slept soundly for through the whole night! The end!

I'm trying to find a JAV video of an unpopular schoolgirl who gets surrounded by a gang of mean girls who tackle her to the ground and pull her skirt up, she then pees her pink panties with a very loud hiss and they tease her for having a fear wetting accident

Emily was eighteen, a senior in high school, and more gorgeous than ever before. Standing at 5'6", she carried herself with a grace that captured the attention of all around her — her petite frame outlined by the light of day, showing off her fair complexion. Her bright blue eyes peeked out from beneath her blonde tresses falling around her shoulders. Her breasts were small but certainly present, barely filling a hand, with delicate small pink nipples adding a subtlety to their beauty. Her long, beautiful legs never met one another as they reached up to her vulva, and they completed her graceful silhouette with every stride. No matter where she was, she stood out from the crowd due to her mesmerizing features, drawing in all those who took the time to admire her. With every step, Emily moved with an elegance and poise that was captivating. Between Emily’s legs lay a delicate flower, just starting to open up and bloom. Her outer lips were soft and pink, like rose petals, with a hint of peach. They did not plump outward, like they sometimes do on thicker girls; instead, they complemented her slender body, smooth and inviting. The inner lips were smaller and a lighter hue, like the petals of a lily. They hugged the entrance to her core, and they would have been surrounded by a light tuft of downy, blonde hair, save for the fact that she kept herself clean-shaven every day. The hood of her clitoris formed the tall arch of this flower, with the clitoris itself like a tiny pearl, peeking out from its protective sheath. Further down, her opening was tight but enigmatic, awaiting exploration and discovery. Her hymen was broken, not from sex, but just from normal exercise and outdoor activity. In spite of her beauty, Emily was still a virgin. And despite being admired and talked about, she was generally shy when it came to speaking with other people, especially boys. Most boys immediately assumed she was out of their league and never even tried to approach her, leaving her feeling isolated and alone. She knew that her shyness was holding her back, and that she wanted to do something about it. For months, she had thought about wearing more revealing clothing to help break the spell, and after some online searching, she had found a few daring outfits that caught her eye. With a newfound confidence, Emily decided to buy some of them. She purchased a sheer top cut off at the midriff with a built-in bra in a blue color that matched her eyes perfectly. The top was designed to show off as much of her skin as possible while still covering her breasts. She paired it with a denim miniskirt that accentuated her legs, adding even more femininity to the outfit. The entire ensemble was a cerulean dream, and it had finally arrived in the mail. Emily was excited for the next day. The morning before school, Emily realized to her dismay that she had left all of her panties in the wash. She scoured about her closets and drawers but to no avail. She knew that going commando wouldn't be the end of the world since she wouldn't be doing any dancing or anything like that; she would only be walking around and sitting. With a little push from her desire to be wanted, Emily decided to go ahead with the outfit anyway. She completed the look with a pair of stylish heels and some jewelry that sparkled in the light. Before she left for school, Emily quickly got ready and hopped into her car, feeling a rush of cool wind that breezed between her legs. It reminded her again about her lack of panties, but the sensation gave her a thrill as well. She would have fun keeping her little secret today. Before thinking about it too long, though, she realized with a start that she had forgotten to do her usual morning pee, but she quickly understood why — the excitement of her new outfit and her search for clean panties had distracted her from the task. She wasn't worried though, as she knew she would have just enough time to visit the toilet before her first class. Thinking that she would need the extra gumption and energy to wear her new outfit, she had brewed extra coffee and was forced to use an extra-large thermos to hold it all. She drove off to school, feeling more energized than ever as she drank it. When she arrived, she tossed the empty thermos into the passenger seat and stepped out the car. Her legs opened wide as she got out, but the car door maintained her privacy. She felt a pleasurable breeze of cool air again, and she walked into the school, feeling the eyes of her peers on her as she strutted through the hallways in her heels. Her mind was focused on getting to the toilet before class. She still had all the pee from the night before in her bladder, and now the large coffee she had was quickly adding to it. She needed to get there soon, but still had enough mental power to take note of all the attention her top and miniskirt were getting. She could feel the surprise radiating off of her peers as they took in her daring outfit. She had expected there to be whispers and stares, but she hadn't expected it to be this intense. She started looking at the individuals around her, each one gawking at her in shock and awe. All the attention distracted her from her swelling bladder, and when she saw one of her friends at her locker, she was distracted enough to tap her on the shoulder and show off her outfit. Her friend turned around in astonishment and praised her new look, bringing a smile to Emily's face. They got lost in conversation for a few minutes before the growing urgency to pee made Emily finally continue on her way to the toilet. But before she could take two further steps there, the one-minute warning bell for first period rang. Emily cursed under her breath. She wasn’t anywhere near her classroom, and her first-period teacher was an absolute stickler for being on time. She made a calculated decision: she would head to class first and ask permission to go to the toilet. The teacher was usually nice about that king of thing. She pushed her way through the crowd of students all trying to make it to their classrooms, feeling their stares as they took in her daring outfit, but also feeling the bowling ball in her lower abdomen. When she got to the classroom door, she was relieved to find that a few other students were also late. She blended in with the crowd; that is, until she stopped in the doorway. There, she was met with the eyes of all her peers, who were surprised to see her, or rather, to see that much of her. They had never seen her bellybutton before, or even so much of her attractive legs. She kept her head held high as she made her way to her seat, only the substitute not noticing her because she was writing on the white board. "Shit, shit!" she thought to herself; that was not the regular teacher! Her bladder was screaming at her, but she had to take a seat at her desk. As she sat down, the extra pressure from the sitting posture grew in intensity. She raised her hand and asked to be allowed to go to the toilet, but the sub, without turning her back, said that class just started and that she should have gone before class. Emily lowered her hand in frustration. Emily couldn’t wait; her bladder was too full. She stood up to slip away from the classroom while the teacher was still occupied with the whiteboard. All the students were transfixed by her miniskirt and legs, which were glowing in a beam of sunshine. Emily worried that someone would say something and alert the teacher, but nobody did; they remained enthralled. She quietly stepped out through the door of the classroom and hastened down the hallway towards the toilets, her heart beating faster as faces looked out at her from various classroom windows. She tried desperately to move quickly while still holding back her speed enough to avoid making sound in her heels. More and more faces were staring at her from the classrooms on either side of the hallway as Emily rushed towards the bathroom, feeling the heat of embarrassment washing over her. She was desperate to get away from the prying eyes and to find a moment of privacy and relief. But it was not to be. Emily heard the principal's voice booming out in the hallway, and now dozens of faces were staring at her, including teachers in the two rooms on either side of Emily. She felt a sudden surge of panic. The principal, Mr. Smith, pointed a finger at her in a wagging motion, calling her to him. Emily walked to him with her head down, feeling everyone's stares as he led her into his private office at the back of the school. Mr. Smith wordlessly closed the door behind them as Emily tried her best to contain her urge to pee. She had never endured such a strong need to go before, and the situation was only made worse by her anxiety about being in the principal's office. Mr. Smith looked her up and down, taking in her outfit. “You shouldn't be dressed like that, young lady,” he said with a disapproving shake of his head. She knew that he was right, of course, and suddenly, her normal sensibilities flooded back into her mind. She was all-at-once ashamed at her recent choices, but at the same time, she was overwhelmed by her full bladder and urgent need to relieve herself, a pang that was becoming more and more difficult to put off. Despite the pressure, she was too afraid to speak up or even look at him. A moment of silence followed, and when Emily could wait no longer, she finally did look up. It was at this moment that she noticed a certain twinkle in her principal’s eyes. It was something she had never seen before. At seeing her dressed as she was, Mr. Smith had apparently sensed a change in Emily, and it showed on his face. “I believe that today might be a good day to explore this new side of you, Emily. There are certain aspects of adulthood that I see you are just beginning to understand. I can help you learn more.” He spoke calmly, but there was a hint of excitement in his words. Emily felt a spark of excitement of her own, as well as anxiety, as she considered his offer. But then, he put a hand on her shoulder and slowly but firmly pushed her back toward the sofa in his office, and she quickly realized that it wasn’t an offer at all. She stumbled backwards into it, just barely containing her flood, but as she rolled all the way back onto the large couch, Mr. Smith stood between her open knees. Her bare vulva, sans underwear, was open and exposed, and she couldn't close her legs with him standing there. Emily’s face turned beet-red as he smiled knowingly and said softly, "It looks like you're ready to learn something new today." Emily felt a rush of heat spread through her body as she realized what was happening. Emily was also fighting a losing battle as her bladder swelled and ached, now near to its bursting point. Mr. Smith kneeled down and gently pried her legs open, revealing her delicate, youthful anatomy. He stared intently, taking in the sight of her privates up close. Her inner labia were small and thin, with hardly a wrinkle at all, Mr. Smith was amazed at how young this part of her body looked. He blew on her moist genitals lightly, sending shivers of pleasure through Emily's entire body. She wanted to give in to the sensation, yet she was consumed by the desperate urge to pee. She was frozen, her mind desperately searching for a way out of her predicament. Mr. Smith slowly brought his face closer to Emily's folds, his tongue lightly flicking her delicate, unblemished petals as his lips softly kissed them. He explored her with slow, methodical precision, taking in every inch of her delicate femininity. His tongue circled around her, over her clitoris and around her inner labia. His breath was warm and inviting, and it sent tingles of pleasure up through her core. Her body was in turmoil, torn between the conflicting desires of pleasure and relief. Mr. Smith continued his exploration, his tongue slowly and roughly grazing her most sensitive parts. Every move was calculated and precise, as if he was determined to bring her to the brink of pleasure. Emily's body burned with desire and anticipation, yet the fear of losing control kept her on edge. She was caught in a state of blissful agony, her mind and body warring against each other as the pressure in her bladder built. She was so close to the edge, and yet so far away. She had no idea how she was going to make it out without emptying herself onto Mr. Smith’s face. Emily desperately wanted to speak up, to tell Mr. Smith to stop before it was too late. But she couldn't find the strength in the moment to do so. Finally, her voice broke through the silence as she called out. But before she could get a complete word out, he raised a finger to her lips to shush her. She whimpered in response, her body trembling with a mix of pleasure and fullness. She knew it was foolish to let him continue, to not pull away harder, but she could not resist the sensation of his tongue on her. As he lapped at her, she felt herself being drawn closer and closer to a feeling, an new yet powerful feeling. Her body was in ecstasy, her mind was in a tumble. She wanted to surrender to the pleasure, but her bladder was bursting and she was terrified of the consequences. And though she didn’t know it yet, everything was only about to get even more intense. Mr. Smith inserted his finger into Emily without warning, and she gasped as the sensation hit her. It was a strange feeling, for she had as yet never even had so much as a tampon inside of her before, yet in the moment, it felt so natural. She felt the pressure inside her as he moved his finger around, exploring the walls of her vagina. When he explored upwards toward her bladder, she whimpered again, loudly. Mr. Smith heard this, and he repeated the motion, slowly but firmly, each press on her bladder through her vaginal walls sending Emily to places she hadn't dreamt existed before, both heavenly and hellish. He brought his face back to Emily's clitoris and suckled on it while brushing against it with his tongue, sending jolts of pleasure from two sources coursing through her body. She felt herself being drawn closer and closer to the brink of climax, but the pressure in her bladder was reaching a critical point. She was seconds away from bursting, and if Mr. Smith didn't stop soon, she would lose control. She tried to push him away, but her body betrayed her and she couldn't resist the pleasure any longer. She let out a shuddering moan as she felt her first orgasm building, the pressure in her bladder overpowering her at the same time. Emily screamed out that she was about to pee herself, but Mr. Smith didn't listen. His finger moved deeply into her vagina, arching upward in a “come-here” motion again and again, hard, pushing her closer and closer to the brink of climax but also the loss of control. She felt her body shaking and her muscles clenching as she tried to hold back the flood, but it was too much. She let out a new scream as she finally lost control and her bladder opened momentarily, her orgasm crashing into her and sending her into a state of blissful pleasure. The intense sensations coursed through Emily's body like a river bursting its banks in more ways than one. Her entire being felt alive and electric, as if every nerve was firing off in a wild frenzy. She felt her muscles tense, her heart racing, and her breath quicken as a single squirt of urine shot out of her. She was completely lost in the moment, her body trembling and quivering with pleasure, the intensity of the sensation too much to bear. She screamed out in ecstasy as her orgasm finally reached its peak, and she felt a wave of relief wash over her, but the relief was not complete. In fact, the relief was barely there at all; she had somehow managed to hold back most of the contents of her bladder. Mr. Smith took a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the urine from his face, his eyes blinking open after a few swipes across his brow. He looked intently at Emily, his gaze unwavering. She felt a renewed thrill run through her body at his stare, but also a deep sense of shame at both the pleasure she had just experienced and the fact that she had just squirted some pee on his face. He then asked Emily if she had had to pee before they entered his office, to which Emily nodded a silent yes at him, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Mr. Smith then asked if she still needed to pee, and she nodded again, her eyes avoiding his gaze, and at this, he smiled again, a slow, mischievous smile. He looked around at the wet spots on his sofa and carpet of his office, dropping the smile and shaking his head before turning back to her. “Tsk tsk tsk, young lady, look at what you have done to my office.” Emily could feel her embarrassment deepening as she looked around at the wet spots on the sofa and carpet of Mr. Smith's office. As punishment, Mr. Smith told her, she would have to spend the rest of the day there in detention. She was not to leave for any reason. Emily felt a pang of anxiety at the thought of being stuck in the office all day, especially considering that her bladder was still full and uncomfortable. “But I still need to pee, quite badly, in fact,” she finally admitted aloud. The ache in her bladder, though barely improved from minutes before, was still strong enough to urge Emily to speak up. “Good. I think you’ll be getting a sorely needed lesson on self control today, my dear.” He stood up and left the room, locking the door behind him. Emily got up to try the door, but it was no use. His office was located at the far end of the annex, and his secretary’s desk was many meters away and through two sets of doors. Emily wouldn’t be heard even if she screamed. She looked around the room, taking in her surroundings. She noticed the art on the walls, mostly paintings of landscapes and seascapes with a few abstract pieces mixed in. She noted the papers strewn across the desk, with a few scribbled notes and drawings of diagrams. There were also a few books scattered around the desk, on topics ranging from philosophy to economics. She also noticed the furniture in the room, all of which was comfortable and inviting. There was the plush leather couch that she had just partially soiled, a few armchairs, and a coffee table with a few magazines and a bowl of real fresh fruit and some bottles of water. There was something else that caught Emily’s eye. On the corner of his desk, there was a small photograph of an Asian girl. She was standing with one hand holding her crotch through her dress, and it looked like she urgently needed to pee. Her other hand was on her lips, and she looked as though she were asking for permission. Emily couldn't help but wonder about this photo, and it reminded her of her own predicament; she still needed to pee. The single squirt of urine that Mr. Smith’s fingers elicited was quickly being replaced by the coffee she had on the way to school. She tried to put that out of her mind as she looked further about the room. Her gaze next fell upon the computer screen, which had a recent search term for something called Omorashi Gaman. Emily didn't know what it meant, but it sounded Japanese. She couldn't help but be curious. She wondered if it had something to do with the photograph of the young girl holding herself, and if Mr. Smith was interested in this type of thing. She clicked on the link. [To be continued.] I'm getting more art commissioned as we speak to be sprinkled throughout the rest of the story. Please check back again soon!

Hi guys! So chat GPT doesn't let you talk about anything pornographic or humiliating, but I tricked it into giving me some good stories anyways. I posted the best ones here and will take requests for stories / characters / etc... as the AI adapts to the chat and the more you talk to it, the better it is. Anyways, here's the 3 best ones, according to the rules it can't in embarrassment so they end up being kind of wholesome: 1) College Student Karen Karen was a college student who was always on the go. She had a busy class schedule and worked part-time, which meant that she didn't always have time for bathroom breaks. One day, Karen found herself in a situation where she couldn't hold it anymore. She was sitting in her morning lecture, trying to focus on the professor's lecture, but her bladder had other plans. She felt a sudden, urgent need to urinate and knew she needed to find a restroom soon. Karen tried to wait until the lecture was over, but the urge became too much to bear. She packed up her belongings and quickly left the classroom, trying to find the nearest restroom. The restrooms in the building were all occupied, so Karen quickly made her way to the next building. She was running now, but it was too late. She felt a warm sensation spreading down her pants and realized she had had an accident. Feeling embarrassed and ashamed, Karen quickly made her way to the restroom to clean herself up. She tried to dry herself off as best she could, but the smell lingered. Karen was worried that her classmates would notice the smell and tease her, but to her surprise, no one said anything. She realized that accidents happen, and that it's important to prioritize your health and well-being over your fear of being embarrassed. From that day forward, Karen made sure to schedule bathroom breaks into her busy schedule, and she carried spare clothes and supplies with her in case of emergencies. She also learned that it's okay to ask for help, and that her friends and family were always there to support her in times of need. 2) Tom on a Road Trip Once upon a time, there was a man named Tom who was on a long road trip by himself. He had been driving for several hours, and he was starting to feel the urge to use the restroom. He kept driving, hoping to find a rest stop soon, but unfortunately, there were no facilities in sight. As the minutes passed, Tom's need to use the restroom became more and more urgent. He tried to hold it in as much as he could, but eventually, he realized he wouldn't be able to make it to the next rest stop. In a moment of desperation, he pulled over to the side of the road and got out of his car. Tom looked around and saw that there were no trees or bushes to hide behind, and he knew that other drivers passing by would be able to see him. But he couldn't hold it any longer, and he ended up having an accident and wetting his pants. Feeling humiliated and embarrassed, Tom quickly got back into his car and drove to the next gas station to clean himself up. He felt like a child who couldn't control his bladder and wondered how he could face anyone after what had happened. But to his surprise, the gas station attendant was very understanding and kind. She gave him a spare pair of pants and even offered him a free cup of coffee to help him feel better. Tom was grateful for her kindness and realized that accidents happen, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. As he continued on his journey, Tom couldn't help but think about what had happened. He wondered if anyone else had gone through something similar and if there was anything he could do to prevent it from happening again. When he arrived at his destination, he decided to share his story with a group of friends. To his surprise, they all had similar experiences and could relate to what he had gone through. They shared some tips and advice, such as drinking less water during long drives, taking breaks more frequently, and always carrying a spare pair of pants. Tom learned that accidents can happen to anyone, and it's important to have a supportive and understanding community to help you through those tough moments. From that day on, he made sure to be better prepared for his journeys and to approach life with a more positive and forgiving attitude. 3) John at the Front Door John had been holding his pee for hours. He had been out all day, running errands and visiting with friends, and he had been too busy to find a bathroom. He didn't think much of it at first, but as the day went on, the pressure in his bladder grew more and more unbearable. John had always prided himself on his ability to hold his pee for long periods of time. He saw it as a sign of strength and self-discipline. But as the day wore on, he began to feel a sense of urgency that he had never experienced before. His legs started to quiver, and he found himself crossing and uncrossing them, trying to find a comfortable position. He was finally on his way home, and he knew that he was close to the breaking point. He tried to distract himself by listening to music, but it only made things worse. He could feel every bump in the road, every jostle of the car, and it was torture. As he pulled into his driveway, he let out a sigh of relief. He was almost there. He quickly parked the car and hurried to his front door, fumbling with his keys in his haste. But as he inserted the key into the lock, he felt a sudden surge of pressure that he couldn't hold back any longer. John had an accident. His pants were soaked, and he could feel the warm liquid running down his legs. He was mortified. He had never had an accident like this before, and he didn't know what to do. He stood frozen in place, too embarrassed to move. It was only then that he realized that he had left his phone in the car. He couldn't call anyone for help, and he didn't want to risk running into any of his neighbors in his current state. He was trapped, alone and ashamed. As the reality of the situation sunk in, John started to cry. He felt helpless and embarrassed, and he couldn't believe that he had let himself get into this situation. He knew that he needed to clean himself up and change his clothes, but he couldn't bring himself to move. After a few minutes, John took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. He knew that he needed to take action if he wanted to get out of this situation. He slowly made his way to the bathroom, his pants still wet and uncomfortable. John spent the next hour cleaning himself up and changing his clothes. He threw his soiled pants and underwear in the trash and tried to scrub the smell of urine out of his skin. He felt humiliated and defeated, but he knew that he had learned a valuable lesson. He realized that there was no shame in admitting when you need to use the bathroom, and that it was better to be proactive about taking care of your bodily needs than to suffer the consequences of holding it in for too long.

So on Friday I had an autism evaluation, which takes several hours. Before I drove over, I had watermelon as part of my lunch and I usually drink a lot of water, so even though I peed right before I left I realized I had to go about halfway to the psych office. To make it worse, I had to drive on the interstate, which is really scary for me, so it made me more desperate. I planned to go pee when I got there, but the second I walked in the door the psychologist brought me into her office. The first two hours was basically just an interview type thing. The whole time I was distracted by how much I had to pee. I wanted to ask to leave, but it never felt like a good time — she kept just moving on to the next topic. After maybe an hour and a half, I was trying to subtly hold myself through my pants because my desperation had gotten up to probably an 8 or 9. I could feel the pee bulging in my bladder and some of it was threatening to come out. My face was so hot I was so embarrassed. Fifteen or twenty minutes later, I seriously couldn’t do it anymore. A leak squirted out into my hand and I froze. She was writing so she didn’t notice anything. The leak pushed me up to a 10. I wanted to go to the bathroom, but she was talking and I was so scared to interrupt. Another leak, this time bigger, came out and i could see a small wet spot on my crotch. SHE WAS STILL TALKING! By now she was explaining what the rest of the session would be. She got up to set up some stuff for the puzzles part of the eval and my bladder must have been excited not to be under surveillance anymore, because everything instantly gushed out. I could hear the stream, that’s how hard it was. I closed my eyes and tried to bunch myself up as much as I could in a futile attempt at preserving my dignity. Hot piss gushed into my hand and hissed in my pants. It even started dripping onto the floor, which is when she noticed. I couldn’t stop peeing, even when she was looking at me. Finally, it ended. My butt was completely soaked from peeing in the chair and there was a huge wet spot on my crotch, with streaks all the way down to my shoes. There was a puddle on the floor. We cut the appointment short and are doing the rest at a later date. I have no idea how I’ll be able to stomach going back there though.