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  2. My 9th writing, was sitting on this story's idea for a few weeks now. Hope you enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 20+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; always manages to find some way to wet herself even when unintentional. Yuta [M] - 20+ y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; loves to help in decision-making. _______ Yuta and Mali have always had fun with omo. No matter what they do, or what happens, how it happens, they love seeing each other pee in unsuspecting scenarios. Yuta recently learned what it was like to be on the receiving end of desperation in a holding contest, and found it scary but thrilling. Since then, Mali did further research on omo things she could do, and brewed up an exciting plan. She'd picked out a day they both had off, and put together a starter list of rapid desperation ideas for Yuta to give her, (how organized). "So by doing all this you can weaken your own bladder?" Yuta asked, both of them sitting on their bed. "Yep! This makes it so the need to go comes more often and I'm left unharmed!" Mali says. She smirks. "Wanna try it out?" She leans over onto him sensually and murmurs "...you can be in control." "Sure. I like the sound of that." he snickers. ..... "Alright, here's how this is going to work. Starting now, you'll drink a full 12 oz/350 mL glass of water, and do so again at the start of each hour. You'll do this three times, and over the three hours, go to the bathroom twice, once at the 1hr 30min mark and again at 3 hrs. After that, you'll drink 8 oz/235 mL every 30 minutes for 2 hours, and can again go twice, once per hour. Last, at the end of your preparation, you must drink 6 oz/175 mL every 15 minutes thereafter. We'll see how long you last from there." "Whoa, these numbers make it sound like a workout routine!" Mali glowed. "I'll add in some challenges here and there to make things more difficult. Any questions?" Mali thought the implications of 'we'll see how long you last' was a bit ominous, but decided not to ask about it. She did have something for him though. "What's the towel for?" Yuta had set aside a towel in the corner of their small living room. "Emergency usage." Another ominous remark! She proceeded with her tasks, knowing the road up ahead would be bumpy and would want to make her leak! It's 10 AM, Mali used the bathroom and started with her first drink. She was wearing a dark gray tank top, a white denim skirt, and pink underwear. To kill time, she and Yuta laid in their bedroom and started a show called Breaking Not-So-Bad. It was about marijuana dealer trying to get business in U.S. states where cannabis wasn't legal yet. Lots of their friends said it was really good. An hour passes, and she starts her second drink. She hardly feels anything at this point, so engrossed in the show to not think about bathroom use at all. Soon at 11:30 she's obligated to empty her tank, even if it's mostly empty to begin with. Noon arrives and she starts on her third glass. Apart from the show, she notices a little creep on her bladder, but more pressingly just how much water she drank so far. She wasn't used to this much fluid in her stomach and was doing her best to ease into it. Throughout the hour, her urges steadily crept from mild, to moderate, to suddenly uncomfortable by ten minutes from her next bathroom break. She shifted herself impatiently over this time, catching the eye of her BF. "Already starting to feel it?" "Eh, not really. Just...waiting for my next break." Mali responded. "So you're feeling it." "Fine. I guess." She didn't want to admit it. 1:00 PM shows up and Mali is semi-relieved this time, as opposed to last. As she leaves the bathroom into the kitchen, Yuta stops her. "We're entering phase 2, so it's time for some new conditions. 1. Every third drink now has to be tea. 2. If you leak into any piece of your clothes, you have to take that piece off." "Wow, such a subtle way to get me nude you perv," she said snarkily. But she gladly accepted. As the hour further nears 1:30, Mali realizes the level of intensity she unwittingly signed up for. She was already nearing the same desperation she felt before her last bathroom trip, and she still had a half hour and 8 oz/235 mL of water to get through! 2:00 approaches, and Mali is squirming at the bed, full of hydration and pee. She feels that a leak may be coming if she doesn't get relief soon. Her arms placed off to her sides, giving her lower torso breathing space, and pushing down on the cushions as a resistance effort. "You can do it," says Yuta. "Shut it, I'm fine. Just don't know how long I can stay dry..." She walks off to the bathroom, taking her time as she goes. She makes it in, throws down her skirt, and lets go with a satisfied sigh. Mali made it. She wraps up, stands up, and goes to pull everything back up, when she sees in horror, a faint, spread wet spot on her panties. How did I not notice it? she wonders. The only reasonable explanation is that some slipped out of her completely unaware some time ago, given how it wasn't exactly wet but widened quite a bit. So my bladder is weakening that much? She was in for a storm. With her skirt on, she walks back to the bedroom and sets her damp underwear beside Yuta on the floor. "One down," he smirks. "Oh, and when you grab your next water, it would be a big help if you could water the plants in the back. There's been no rain lately. You think you could do that?" Mali gets jittery. Leaning over, working with water, and you want me outside?? "Y-yes sir," she agrees reluctantly, excited, nervous, and crazed all at once. She downs her glass fast so it doesn't concern her during work. She doesn't know that she made her own fatal error; her bladder already was filling back up. The couple's backyard was secluded, but not private. They lived in a suburban area, and had tall, 6ft/2m wooden fence posts lining the yard. However, some neighboring houses have windows high enough to overlook those posts. Despite this, Mali knew there would be no one able to see into their yard that day - all their neighbors were out working. Despite that though, being outside didn't make her situation and less innately fear-inducing. Her bladder was filling moderately quick now, her kidneys working at a faster pace. Even so, her bladder muscles had already been tampered with several times today, and have taken quite a beating. No matter how hard she tried, she would need a miracle to pass this trial. First was filling the watering can. Just bending over to fill it from a spout was a risk. She filled it, all while clouding her mind to distract herself from the noise. While that was bad, watering the plants was worse. *pshhbshbshbsh* It literally sounds like someone peeing!! She yelled internally. She had this plus a small breeze every now and then reminding her of her risqué clothing situation. Mali plunged along, fighting through rising urges and influential environmental stimuli. By 2:30, her legs were crossed, only having a few more plants to water. Each trip to the spout was painful and she was reaching yet again her no-leak limit. She knew she hadn't yet, she would feel this one if it happened. She was so focused that she hardly noticed Yuta walking over to her with a glass of iced tea. She saw him, broke concentration, and... *dripdripdrip fssshhht* "ah damnit.....fuck," she sighed. She looked down. The grass below her sparkled, and the backside of her skirt grew a darker shade of white before Yuta could say anything. "It was only for 2 seconds, but that definitely counts," he said. "Damn. No one was looking right?" She said as she put her knees together, looking beyond the fence. "No one but me." "Thank god. At least I don't have to water anymore." Yuta looked at her with a puzzled, suggestive expression. "No. Seriously? You want me to....No. No way, with no skirt on?! Nothing at all?!?" He nodded confidently. "Cmon! With only a few plants left! Jeez!" Mali scoffed. Being outside nearly pissing herself was stressful enough, and now Yuta wanted her to do it bottomless?! He was insane! Unfortunately for her, she was not willing to back down from a challenge, no matter the ludicrousy. So she took it. She took one good look around her surroundings, clear. Her heart began to beat rapidly. She took a few mandatory sips of iced tea, and in one fluid motion, dropped her skirt. *pssh* "Mmm!" she froze, took a few seconds, recuperated, and stood back up to finish what she started. She could feel her bladder filling by the drop at this point. Even with haste she barely could stand straight, the pressure on her muscles was so great. She watered away, and finally approached the last plant, bottom half exposed to the elements. Yuta spoke up. "It's 2:37 now and it doesn't seem like you'll make it to 3:00. I'll allow you to "water" this last plant yourself, but only for 8 seconds." Mali's eyes widened and wasted no time frantically crouching down over the plant and letting loose. "8," *fshhhh-* "7, 6," *FSHHHHHHHHHHH* "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Stop!" *SHHHHhhhhhmm...* Mali let out a heavy sigh. It took everything she had in her to stop that stream on time. She was honestly amazed she did it in the first place. Everything near her bladder tightened up quick, and although it helped a lot, it felt like very temporary relief, as Mali would correctly guess. If her bladder was originally at 95% capacity, it felt like it only reduced to 80%. She hurried inside, out of sight of any hidden public eye. She downed the rest of her tea, not sure if she could drink anything more, and continued her journey once more. Mali arrived at 3:00 PM, and faithfully hurried to the restroom and let out her last allotted tank before 'seeing how long she would last thereafter.' It surprised her when she made sure she let everything out and it wasn't her biggest emptying. Her bladder had simply become that feeble. The couple moved on from Breaking Not-So-Bad to a single-player video game that they passed back and forth. Mali was now drinking almost a full cup of water every 15 minutes, and her stakes were extremely high. Mali remembers a scene very similar to this way back when she was testing the limits of her bladder under normal circumstances. She was playing games, no bottom, achieving high desperation, now with another person in the room. She explained this to her BF. "Oh is that right? Speaking of, how are you doing now?" he questioned smugly. "Oh, not too great," she said, squirming, sweating, and showing general signs of discomfort. "It's 3:14, almost time for another round." "Holy shit can I even drink anything anymore?" she noted, somewhat jokingly. Her stomach area had expanded out noticeably, the pressure of both bladder and stomach compounding on each other. Some time passes and Mali can no longer drink. Yuta is currently finishing a level at 3:47 and Mali paces squeamishly around the room. She has the ability to hold out, so she'll try her best to hold out. Pee slowly dribbles down her leg as she watches him clear the stage and enter her final turn. She kneels down to the controller. *pst* half a second It's a short level. She trembles with the controller, steadying her progress toward the end. *Fmmm* 2 seconds A small area on the carpet was densely soaked. Keep going, she thought. It was all she thought. "You got this," Yuta encouraged. She reached the goal. Her expression remained unchanged. *twitch* *ps* a few drops She stood up, pee and sweat beading and trickling down the backside of her legs. "You've done great. I gotta use the bathroom now, hold just one second," Yuta scurried away. "NO!" she uttered desperately. She shoved her hands through her tank to her crotch. *Fsshh* *pssh* There was no stopping it now. Very slowly as to wait out Yuta's literal gatekeeping pee leaked through Mali's tank top, her legs glued together, shaking as they try and seal the dam shut the best they can. She barely had time left before her muscles failed. She heard Yuta taking a piss when she remembered something vital. In a final ditch effort, Mali hurries over to the towel on the floor. She takes it and folds it as much as she can, all while golden drops land rapidly at low pressure on the carpeted floor. She moves the towel between her legs, and continues for seconds more to hold off the floodgates. Then... *fmmMMMMMMMM-* Everything spills into the towel. As one part soaks, Mali rearranges it to soak a dry part. The toilet flushes from inside the bathroom. Mali makes her way over to the door, still trying to keep her balancing act up as the towel grows heavier by the second. The sink starts. Pee continues flowing. The sink stops. Finally as the towel reaches max capacity, Yuta opens the door and both individuals fly by each other. The towel drips as Mali stumbles into the bathroom and on the toilet. *HISSSSSSS-* *FLAP* She rests on the toilet and throws the dripping towel into the shower. Her stream roars into the bowl, the door still open, Yuta watching subtly. She lets out several exhausting breaths before her stream diminishes into a trickle, and last to nothing. "You did a good job," he says. Mali grabs the towel and looks up. "I could really throw this at you right now and not feel sorry." _______ Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it. Apologies for any errors I may have missed. If you liked it and want more, check my profile for 8 more stories similar to this. Also, if you want to see these two act in a different situation, lmk what that is and maybe I'll turn it into a piece one day. Thanks again!
  3. Starting with a short and sweet fantasy of mine, I will most likely post more stories of these characters, a married couple in their late 20s refered to currently as just 'Him' and 'Her' in this thread as well. This is mostly unedited, unbetad, and rather short. Other stories of Him and Her will most likely be of similar length as they are just short clips of them playing out their various fantasys. He was focused on the movie when he heard it beside him. A faint hissing, followed by a quiet grunt, and it took all his willpower to keep a grin from appearing on his face. The grunting got slightly louder, almost insistent, but he waited until he could hear the first drops start to hit the floor before turning to her. She was looking at him intently, trying for defiant, and this surprised him as she was supposed to play it off as unconcerned, and he briefly sat there open mouthed, before she smirked at him with a particularly loud grunt, and he remembered his role. "Are you pooping your pants right now?" "I didn't want to miss any of the movie!" She exclaimed as the drips to the hardwood below them increased to a constant stream. "I asked if you wanted to wear a diaper for it." He responded, trying to sound mad and gesturing at his own sodden padding. Her eyes travelled down his body and her grin widened at the obvious bulge in the front of said garment, but she managed to keep her tone as she taunted, "I'm not a baby," grunt, "like some people here." By now the bulk in the seat of her jeans was obvious and her stream had slowed to a trickle, and it took rather an effort for him to say "Well, your going to miss it anyway. You go to your room and think about what you've done while I clean this up." "Fine!" She shouted, giving a final push as she stood up, nearly doubling the size of the mass in her pants, and began stomping up the stairs. He took a second to get his arousal under control, before setting out to do as he had said. The cloth cover was stripped off of the couch, revealing the protective waterproof cover underneath, and he used it to mop up the pee that had flowed to the floor and was about to toss it into their covered hamper when he heard footsteps behind him. He whirled around and said "I thought I told you to go upstairs. Don't make me have to spank," before she interrupted him quickly saying, "Lightbulb" He stopped immediately, but was rather confused as he said "ok, what do we need to change?" "Nothing," she said blushing, "we just need a second safe word for... When I'm too horny to finish the scenario." He burst out laughing, "Babe, it's your fantasy." "I knoooow," she wined, "but it was way to hot, maybe we can try and get through it some other time, but right now I just want you." She started back up the stairs, bulge in her pants a tantalising milisecond behind the sway of her walk. When she didn't hear his footsteps behind her she turned and smirked at him. "You coming diaper boy? Because you could be."
  4. “Wet yourself now” We have just started the train ride to the town where we´ll spend the weekend. I sit with my partner in a “6 seats around a table” group on a fully crowded train. Before we left I decided to put on a pull-up to get the right vacation feeling. When I shift position in the seat I can feel the padding, but it isn´t big enough to show through my jeans. 30 minutes in on the ride I receive a text message on the phone. It´s from S. All it says is “Wet yourself now”. We have talked about how I want him to have some power over when and how I´ll wet during parts of the weekend, but I didn´t expect this. What will my shy bladder think of this? “This will take some time, but I´ll let you know!” I say. It´s a three hour train ride, and I try to read but it´s hard to concentrate with all this excitement about trying to relax my muscles and still not let it show on my face to the strangers in front of me. I tense my legs to ease just a tiny bit from the seat, then relax my pelvic floor, and I can feel it almost happening, but nothing comes out. I repeat it several times, to no avail, but my bladder is filling up from the water I´ve been drinking, and I´m starting to get small urges to pee. After an hour there is a train stop where a lot of people are getting off. When the people sitting opposite us leave their seats, I finally have the space to stretch my legs a bit forward. I try again, and feel the warmth of a little spurt of pee coming out. I look at my partner and say “Now. Finally”. I still had no relief from those few drops, and when S says “Do it again” I push a little and a stream is coming out big enough to give me just a small relief, but not much. I wouldn´t risk leaking through the pull-up on the seat. “Now wait until we get off, then you may stand and look at your phone and keep on” S says. There´s 30 minutes left, my bladder is full. There´s no urgency, but I´m really looking forward to get off the train. We´re finally off the train standing in the sunshine next to the train platform. As I put down my backpack to take off my sweater, I´m already peeing. I pick up my phone to search for the hotel location, but I can´t concentrate on anything else than the pee that keeps flowing. The release feels amazing and I do no effort to stop it as I feel the heat spread from my crotch area to the front and to the back. The padding between my legs is getting thicker, the pull-up must be at it´s max, but I feel no leaks, and then after maybe a minute of slow release I´m done. And I find the hotel location on the map. “300 meters. That´ll be an easy walk now that I don´t need to pee anymore”, I say with a big smile, and we head off to check-in at the hotel, where they have no idea I´m wearing a super wet diaper under my pants. “You could wet my pants!” It´s late at night, we´re all dressed up, we´ve had a couple of drinks and a walk by the river, and of course I have wet myself. My crotch is till warm, but the wet streaks down the inside of the legs of my black suit pants feel a bit chilly. We´re making out in a park area next to a bridge, and I see a spot between some benches that is a bit secluded. I sit down there on the wall and fully empty my bladder. It splashes down the wall between my legs and creates a puddle below. I´m surprised about how much I was still holding. S needs to pee, and we´re heading back to the hotel. There´s people everywhere, and I´m soaking wet, but I know the shiny wetness will soon soak into the fabric. As long as I just raise my head and smile, nobody will see what happened. Along the way we´re discussing whether S will pee the grey suit pants he´s currently wearing, or if he´ll just do it in his underwear since he didn´t bring many spare pants… “Now I know”, I say. “You could wet my pants!” Standing in the shower S opens the fly of my pants, and puts his cock in my underwear. We start kissing, and then I feel his concentration going elsewhere. And the warmth. He´s peeing my pants. The wet cold fabric is getting warmer again as his pee flows from my crotch and down my legs. We both sigh with pleasure, as he lets out spurt after spurt, and they become longer and longer. I alternate between full focus on my partner, the kissing and the naughty wonderful thing we´re just doing, and a fantasy triggered by the sensation of having pee flowing down my legs, without even feeling myself peeing. In this fantasy, no matter how hard I clench my sphincter, I still helplessly lose control while making out with my partner. I never want this to end. And it doesn´t. “It was an accident, I swear!” We´re doing a fun little role play in a park, starring ourselves. In this scenario we soon have an appointment at a tailor to custom order an expensive perfect fitting 3 piece suit for me (because that´s my partner´s fetish, in case you didn´t know). We´re chilling in the park on a hill in the sunshine, and everything is just fine until I accidently wet myself. “What?” he says when he notices the wet spot on my jeans shorts. “Is there still time to go back…” I say. “No, and what the fuck, why do you do this now? You could wet whenever you want, but NOW? What were you thinking?” “I didn´t mean to…” “Come on, of course you did… This thing we were supposed to do was really important for me, and I thought you were in on it, but you just don´t seem to care at all” “It was an accident, I swear!” “Stop that bullshit, I know you! You don´t ever have accidents!” “Yes I do!” “No, you don´t. You have a bladder of steel.” “Well actually… there´s some things I haven´t told you. I have actually been having some trouble lately… And some accidents. Like when I wet my jeans today on the way to the beach… It wasn´t on purpose… And some other times too.” “Wait… really? Why didn´t you say something?” “It was embarrassing!” “Embarrassing? What could possibly be embarrassing between you and me?” “You know… I´ve been proud of my holding abilities, it´s kind of been my thing, and now that it starts to fail, it´s just… embarrassing.” “Oh, I´m sorry. You can tell me anything, you know that don´t you? But come on, it´s no big deal. I´ll just give them a call to ask if we can show up later”. My partner picks up the phone. “Oh hello, this is S. Yeah, I´m sorry, but is it ok to delay it an hour or so? Yes, T has wet herself, so she needs to go home for a shower, and a change of pants. Ok, fine! Bye!” S looks at me with a grin and says “The end”. We both start laughing. We have a nice chill there in the sunshine for a while before I put a sweater around my waist and we go back to the hotel. (sidenote: Ironically enough I had an unplanned accident for real just two days after this play. Of course my partner didn´t believe me.) Thanks for letting me be myself. It´s Saturday night, and we´ve only been away for 1,5 days. During this time I´ve wet myself six times, in pants and pull-ups. Comparing to our weekends together during out first two years, this is a big step forward, and it´s just getting better and better. The fear I had of being “too much” if I allowed myself to fully indulge was always only in me, never because of him. We have both been scared, but we have also both put in a lot of work in the process to learn that it´s possible to free yourself from that fear, and now it´s paying off. We´re standing in the hallway. He looks at himself in the mirror. He looks at the perfection of his clothes, his suit, shirt and tie, that contrast to his hard dick sticking out of his pants. It turns him on like crazy, and I love to see him this way. I´m dressed up just like him, but with a hand down my pants, touching the outlines of the swollen diaper I have just peed in. It turns me on like crazy, and he loves to see me this way. Just half a year ago I wouldn´t have been comfortable doing this in front of him, to feel so exposed with the recently discovered new diaper love of mine. We´re still growing together, we´re still going forward. The room is hot, we´re sweating, but it doesn´t matter, we´re in this flow together, but also allowing each other to be apart, to have our own fetish space where the unexplainable physical and mental pleasures can flow free. It´s a freedom that grows and grows and erupts into a beautiful firework of not holding back, not trying to be anything else than what we are.
  5. When we discovered that my fiancé likes Omo too it was a long night of staying up to party, and I was extremely horny. My partner and I communicate fairly well about this kind of stuff, so I asked him if he maybe wanted to have sex. It is usual for us to spend most of the time on foreplay, so when he said yes, I felt nervous, because there was a kind of foreplay I wanted to try with him. “Remember when I told you about my kink for holding my pee?” I asked him. He answered positively. He is pretty open to new experiences and kinks, he has not really explored his own kinks but he likes it a lot that I am more familiar to the kink world. We talked about it for a few minutes, and then once we both agreed that we wanted to try it that night, we sat up an easy to clean chair in the shower, and we took off our clothes. He sat down on the chair, facing me as I sat down on his lap, my legs around his. I had already had quite a lot to drink that night, and to be honest, I was already low key desperate when I started to talk to my love about the idea. So now, sitting on his lap, my legs spread, I didn’t think I was going to be able to hold it for long… we started kissing, heating up each other. He really loves when we snog, when our tongues dance and fight for gentle dominance, it gets him wet and hard pretty quickly. Adding to that, I was getting fantastically wet really fast. The idea of what we were doing, my crotch so close to his in this position, kissing… I started moaning. I asked him if it was okay if I rubbed my clit and wet hole against him. He loves when I do that so of course he said yes. I started to move my hips so that my clit/t dick rubbed against his lower belly. With every move towards him, my pussy spread open a bit and pressure built up on my bladder. This movement was going to make it so much harder to not explode my pee too soon but,,, it felt so good. I could not stop. a few moments later, we had both gotten thristy, so we drank some water that we bad brought with us to the shower in two big bottles. I thought I was ready drinking water, but my partner looked at me miciviously, and said, ”do you think you could finish the whole bottle right now?” Damn… I did not expect him to be so good at this the first time already. Yes, my love. I finished the bottle which was about another 1.5 liters on top of all the drinks I had had that evening. “Oh fuck” I moaned, a sign that the water was going instantly to my bladder and was building up big pressure. We both laughed, we were really enjoying this. that is when my legs started shaking, as to not shake off of his lap, I had to hold him close to me with my arms around his lower back. My clit was pressing tightly against his lower belly, and every time I or he moved, the friction sent an almost electric wave of pleasure through me. the pleasure was really building up, but I wanted to pee before I came. Although it was hard to tell at this point if it was a stream of piss, of an orgasm that I was feeling to be so, so close. I had an idea… “darling, there is another thing that makes this kink even more pleasurable” i said. He nodded and looked me in the eyes with a look of lust and appreciation. I started to tell him about putting more pressure on my bladder, so that I would be even more desperate. I had not even finished my sentence about pressing in my bladder, and he started to move his warm, soft hands towards my lower belly. My bladder was really bulging so it was not a problem at all to find the right spot. Damn, he is so good at teasing, such a good teasy and dom… oh fuck, he pressed softly into my bladder, to learn what kind of pressure he could give he started soft. However, I was si desperate at this point that even with this low pressure push, I moaned loudly and a spurt of pee came out from underneath my pulsing t dick. Surprisingly enough, he moaned too when my small stream came out. Wow… my piss had spurted right only his clit. That must have felt so good… and it did, because when I let him know that he could push harder, and I lost control again, he moaned louder, our voices singing together in sounds of pleasure. Fuck, him being turned on by me pissing on his most sensitive parts…. I had never been this turned on in my entire life. [chapter 2 coming soon]
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    After I peed on my boyfriend's lap and soaked his boxers, I needed to pee again when we were relaxing in the wet bed. So I just put my legs up, and let loose all over the bed again and into my bf's hand... 🤭💦 well the bed was wet already, so why bother going to the toilet? 😉
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  8. When I started planning for the next “romantic hotel weekend” with my partner S, I was looking forward to beautiful spring nights, walking around the town after a few drinks, slowly wetting my suit pants while we were stopping to make out. Maybe a little shame scenario in a sunny park at daytime. Maybe a soaked jeans crotch hidden under a hoodie. Just another perfect fetish weekend with my partner. When the weekend finally came, and we arrived late at Thursday night, the circumstances looked like this: A. It was the last days of Mars, but it was still just as cold as in January with snow and ice on the streets, and a freezing cold wind. Way too chilly for comfortable outdoor wettings. B. I just got my period witch in my case means 3 days of messy blood disaster. C. For bladder health reasons, desperation play was out of question. I was frustrated, but I knew I had to find a way to make the best out of it. At least the period would give me a reason to wear pull-ups 24-7, and I had packed a lot of them in my suitcase. Pull-ups for period protection feels nice and safe and is something I have made a habit of lately, but during the period I have mostly used them only for that, and only wet them occasionally. This weekend would turn out to be different in that aspect. FRIDAY After our first hotel breakfast we relaxed in bed. I was still a bit annoyed with the situation, but then I suggested we´d try something new today. Would S want to control me all day long, and be the one deciding when and where I should wet my pull-ups? “Alright. No toilet for you today then…” he said, and I immediately felt much better. Just some background info here. Omo/pantswetting is my main fetish, and it´s just recently I have learned that I am also a diaper fetishist. It´s been harder for me to accept, but the more I have embraced it, the stronger it has felt. I did a lot of the work embracing omo on my own before I met my partner, but with the diapers I have had my partner with me with every step I´ve taken. I have been determined to be honest and sometimes push myself into an almost painful vulnerability with him, and it´s been tough but also amazing. Because he always makes me feel loved no matter what. I was a bit scared that diapers would be harder for him to accept, and maybe create some distance between us, if I felt like it would be something I´d need to keep more to myself. Instead, we have learned that the more material-directed fetish and the slower dramaturgy during diaper practice is corresponding so well to his suit fetish, that we´ve started to understand each other on a new level as fetishists. I haven´t yet reached that level of 100% self-acceptance with diapers, but I´m working hard on it. Handing it over to my partner to decide that I was going to wet a diaper all day long turned out to be one good way of working on it. After the regular post breakfast poop (those things were excluded from the no toilet rule) my bladder was empty when we headed out to do some shopping in the big number of thrift shops in the area. S had a decent wardrobe of suits, shirts and ties already, but we were always looking for some more items to make mine more complete. While we were walking in and out of the shops, I knew I couldn´t have peed even if S asked me to, but just knowing that he had the command was exciting. After a coffee break and some more shopping we were exhausted and headed back to the room. Now I did need to pee. He knew that, and I was just waiting. I also started to get horny lying on the bed, stroking the still completely dry padding from the outside. “Do you need to pee? I want you to pee now” he said, and put his hand inside my diaper, starting to touch me. I was so sensitive and it felt awesome, but I needed him to stop and keep his hand still. So that I could… come on…. No. Not yet. Relax… Just relax a little bit more, oh… soon… it´s right there, it’s almost coming out… But No. I couldn´t. I was too horny. It felt like the first time I tried to wet my pants on purpose. Just as arousing as it was impossible to let out a single drop. S asked if he should make me come so that it would be easier to pee afterwards, but I didn´t really feel like coming yet. I wanted to save that energy. I kept trying and felt like I was just on the verge of letting at least a leak out, but then I tensed up again. And S started to tease me again with his fingers, making me more aroused and even further away from wetting. He stopped, and I tried again. Still nothing. I had a disposable bed mat in bed, so there was absolutely no risk of ruining the bed, but I still couldn´t do it. I did what I sometimes do to make it easier on my own, I touched the back of the diapers with my both hands, as a way of letting my body feel just how safe it would be to let go, but no. How I suck at wetting on command. We finally gave up and got out of bed. Standing to wet is much easier. His hand was in my diaper, and finally I peed on it. It was still not easy to fully relax, but I was letting out small spurts, each one of them giving me a bit more relief, and I could sense that S also enjoyed it every time he felt my bladder letting go and the pee stream run over his fingers before it soaked into the padding. Then he started rubbing my clit again, and now I couldn´t resist it. I asked him to just keep on until I climaxed. I was catching my breath and waiting for the need to pee to return (it always disappears for a short while when I have had an orgasm). My bladder was still pretty full. “Do you want to take this off and wet your panties instead?”, S said. “Don’t ask. You decide!” I said. “Ok. Take the diaper off and go into the shower. I want to watch you wet your panties now.” I did as I was told. I relaxed and my pee came flowing down my legs, splashing down on the fancy marbled floor, while S watched and masturbated. We took a shower, I put a fresh pull-up on, and we went out for a late lunch. “Seems like I didn´t fully empty my bladder at the hotel. Just saying” I said while we were finishing our meal. I needed to pee again, and when we had left the restaurant, I saw many opportunities S could have taken, as we walked around to look for some nonexistent weird shops S remembered from when he visited this city years ago. We also went to a small shopping mall to buy S a pack of white underwear (I had a special plan for those). He didn´t say anything. My diaper remained dry. It wasn´t until I reluctantly stopped to look at the view on a walking path overlooking the harbor, that he said “Ok, I guess this is a perfect place for you to pee. Do it” I looked at the ferrys, concentrated, and let my diaper get warm. Then we walked back to the hotel. We had time for another break. My diaper was only slightly wet, and it was soon time to dress upp for the evening. In my case, not only would I wear a nice 3 piece suit, but I was also going to gear up with the black taped diaper I got from a friend. “That one is for special occasions” he had said, and why not tonight. “I´d like to ask for permission to empty my bladder now so I can change and start over before we head out”, I said, and S approved. I was standing in the bathroom, and now forcefully filling the pull-up. What a relief! It felt almost like finally giving up and peeing after an extreme desperation game. It just felt incredible and afterwards I was euphoric and happy. The pull-up was thick and warm under my fingers. I almost didn´t want to take it off, but I knew that even if I did take it off, the fun was far from over for today, and it was an amazing feeling. All fresh and clean after the shower I took that black one out of my suit case. “That one looks huge”, S commented. He had never seen me putting on a diaper of that kind before. I had the same reaction when I had first been given a sample of taped diapers. It almost scared me how big they were. I like pull-ups. They´re discreet, affordable, comfy, easy to take off and on when I actually want to go to the bathroom, and work just fine for my natural style of wetting in spurts rather than everything at once. I also like that they don´t last forever, and that you need to be a bit careful to avoid a catastrophe. But sometimes a real high capacity diaper is just what I want. I took it on while lying on my bed, made sure to tighten the tapes well. The first three times I did this I sucked at getting it right, and didn´t have such a positive experience of how the diaper felt. It did its job holding the pee, but the diaper thing is a very tactile fetish for me, and the first time I had nailed it and got the tapes perfectly tight was a whole different story. Now my bladder was empty, but my heart was still beating fast from the magic flooding I experienced earlier. Embraced by a plastic backed diaper, I was letting my hands go all over it, feeling just how safe and snug it was fitting, knowing it would securely hold the pee for me the rest of the day. I didn´t even have to think about it, it´s more of a direct connection that doesn´t pass the brain and gives me full body shivers from my head to my toes. Now experiencing all of this, I could do nothing but saying it out loud. “I fucking love being a fetishist! I wouldn´t change that for anything in the world!” Me and S dressed up slowly. He carefully picked out my outfit, while putting on his own, and despite having orgasmed hard twice today, his hard-on was clearly visible in his pants again. “Works every time” he said. “I know what you mean.” “And how I love that you do.” Yes, indeed. It is amazing. That you can just linger there, all caught up in your solosexuality, but next to someone else, and you know it will never scare them away, because they know exactly how you feel, and they love all of it. And to see your partner in his own fetish flow. It makes you fly even higher. I chose the black suit pants that weren´t such a tight fit, to have a little extra room for my secret underwear. A trained eye would probably still have been able to see the padding, but my jacket would cover most of it, and actually I didn´t care much. After having worn wet pants in public so many times, (most of them very discreet) I´m not very self-conscious. It might help also that I have friends who wear much thicker diapers in public without a care in the world. As usual in the evening my kidneys worked slowly and for the next hours, I would just enjoy my diaper dry. Sometimes when I wear a pull-up I can almost forget I have it on, and need to touch it with my hand to feel that it´s still there. The bulkiness of a thicker diaper makes me feel it in every movement, while walking or sitting down. It felt nice to sit there in the fancy restaurant and have that constant reminder of what I was actually wearing under my pants. I also felt great being all dressed up with S, knowing how he looked at me and how much he enjoyed it. We soon left those posh hoods and returned to the area close to our hotel. We went hunting for a nice bar to have a drink. We found a roof top that was all too crowded. S just went to the bathroom there, and then we went down to a calmer place where the bartender did a great job freestyling a couple of drinks for us. I was patiently waiting for my bladder to fill up a bit more, and for S to give me the permission to do something about it. The next bar we went to was small and crowded, but it had a free table for us. Before we even had ordered our drinks, S told me I should pee right then and there. I really wanted to ease some of the pressure I started to feel, but I was surrounded by people, and as I was sitting right next to the bathroom, they were constantly passing me by. The bartender would soon show up, and it was just too stressful. When we had ordered our drinks, I couldn´t do it either, because I was waiting for the bartender to return. “Ok, I´ll wait until we get the drinks, and then I´ll do it” I said. We got the drinks. I picked up my phone to just zone out a bit, spread my legs a little, put some weight on my feet to ease up a bit from the seat, and then… I finally peed. A couple of long, nice spurts created hotness between my legs. There was an instant moment of fear as warmth was spreading under my butt “Oh shit, I´m wetting myself in my chair” but then I remembered I was perfectly fine, I was just peeing in my diaper. I was impressed with myself that I managed to do this with people right in front of my face at the table one meter away, but of course they were too drunk and absorbed in their own conversation to notice the concentrated look on my face as I managed to let out one more spurt until I confirmed to my partner that I was done with the wetting for now. Now S was starting to hold. No bathroom for him. The drinks weren´t as good as in the first bar. We were getting tired of all the loud voices and decided to leave. “When we´re down the stairs and going out, I want you to wet again”, S said, “because I don´t think you´ll be able to do it while you´re paying for the drink, right?” “I can always try”, I said. After I had paid in the bar on our way out S asked me how it went, and I realized I had totally forgotten about even trying. Wetting while interacting with people just isn´t my thing. But standing just outside the entrance, with only a couple of security guards nearby, I zipped my jacket in slowest slow motion, while letting pee slowly start running into the diaper. Then we said goodbye to the guards and left. I let some smaller leaks out while we walked, and then some more in the elevator up to our hotel room, when S asked me to. It was still just spurts, and I seemed to have an unlimited amount of such spurts inside of me. S had another glass of water. He was starting to feel the need, but wasn´t ready for his (my) show just yet. My diaper was swelling but still nowhere near it´s max capacity. We were making out, and I asked S if I could pee again. “Oh sorry, have you been holding it? Of course you can”, he said. I let out a few long spurts while S opened my fly, put his hand in my pants and on my diaper to see if he could feel the warmth from the outside as I peed into it. Since I was already warm between my legs he didn´t really notice a difference. Then finally S stripped off, put on his new white boxers of a thin stretchy material, and got into the shower. As I started to stare with anticipation at his crotch, waiting for the first wet little spot to appear, I realized I needed to touch more than just the padding between my legs, so I loosened the tapes to get full access to myself. And my dear boyfriend finally started to wet his underwear right before my eyes. Yay! It didn´t really work out the way I had thought though. I had hoped for a huge wet patch that would make his underwear all transparent, but the pee just went through the fabric or in a small river down his thigh. But I was far from disappointed. First I was just looking, but then I couldn´t keep my hands off him. While approaching my climax, my hands were moving around, and my mind was shifting focus between all of the great sensations. His wet underwear under my fingers, some of the fabric was cold, while the side he just had wet was still hot. His warm and hard penis in my hand. My own diaper, so obviously soaked. The thoughts of all the wettings I had today. Afterwards I went into bed with another dry and comfy diaper, and S was jealous that I could sleep with my fetish, because however comfortable his favorite tweed suit is to wear at daytime, sleeping in it would never be an option. I couldn´t do anything but agree and feel like a lucky bastard, cuddling up next to his warm body, being all naked except for the padding between my legs. SATURDAY Saturday morning the breakfast alarm woke us up at 9, and after some hugging in bed, S said he´d go to the bathroom, and he slowly crawled out of bed. “So do I”, I said, but instead of standing up I reached for the still clean disposable bed pad on the floor, and put it under me, just to be sure. “Ah, I see… we can go at the same time then”, S said. Now that S wasn´t in the room it was easier for me to let go while lying on my back. Slow trickles made their way down my butt cheeks. It was so nice, but after a while not really satisfying for my bladder full of morning pee, so I stood up next to the bed and let a good flood lose instead, to fill the pull-up to its brim, before taking a shower and go down for breakfast. We had decided that I would be in charge of my bladder myself today, on the terms that I must always let S know when I was wetting. This day we went to an art museum. It´s always great to have at least one thing we actually can tell our family and friends about when they ask what we did on the vacations. The art was ok. Just not as good as our other hobbies. I had not yet wet my pull-up when we left there, but I had felt myself leaking period blood into it many times, so I knew it started to get messy, and needed to be changed soon anyway. While we were waiting for the bus that would bring us to that special lunch restaurant we wanted to try, I took the opportunity to release just a little bit if pee, a few spurts. We got to the restaurant, and it was small and unfortunately didn´t have a customer’s bathroom. Now I was glad I hadn´t peed more into the diaper than I had, since I had to sit down and have the lunch without changing it, and I wouldn´t have wanted it to leak. For lunch we had a huge bowl of great ramen soup and a few glasses of water. All that liquid would probably be over the pull-up´s capacity when it all came out, so to avoid an accident in my jeans a public bathroom was on the priority list before we would take a long sunny walk back to our hotel. I also needed to poop, and that´s something I´m not interested in (probably not even capable of) doing in a diaper. Me paying for a bathroom visit is very rare, big bladdered as I am, but here in the middle of a big city I realized it could be worth doing so to be able to fully enjoy the nice walk. In a cultural center I paid the bathroom fee, and made sure to get good value for my money. After closing the door behind me in my stall, I took my pants off, but instead of taking my pull-up off to sit on the toilet I was just standing there and relaxed. In the privacy of the stall I was able to fully let go all at once, and I peed hard into my pull-up, enjoying the sweet relief, and the feeling of my pull-up getting all thick and heavy as pee kept streaming into it. When I finally sat down I teared the pull-up apart in the sides and threw it in the bin. It was maxed and heavy, but still showed no signs of leaking. I was glad I had another one to change into though. With a satisfied smile on my face I met my partner outside, and we took that long walk through the older parts of the city. The soup did catch up, and I didn’t hesitate to let some of it run out while we were standing on a bridge kissing. Not needing to bother to hold at all is a great feeling. But I had also started to realise that my pee-shyness actually worked as a kind of substitute for holding games. The fact that I sometimes wasn´t able to wet even when I tried to created some of the same tension, and the relief when I finally managed to wet was awesome. Now I had a problem I didn´t think I would have. I had used up the diapers I had brought with me. I had to buy new ones. It´s not easy to just walk into a supermarket or drug store and get adult diapers in my country. Incontinent people get to order them almost for free within the health care system, so I guess the market isn´t big. But the good thing is, my favorite pull-up brand so far is the Drynites for teens. They fit me alright even if I´m a bit too big for them, and those are found almost everywhere. I was still a bit nervous that the smaller inner city supermarkets wouldn´t have them, but I was lucky and found them on the shelf in the second store we visited. Wonderful! Now I could keep wearing for the rest of our stay. Back at the hotel S needed to pee and chose to do it in his underwear again. This time I had the presence of mind to take some photos that we might show you in another thread. The plan for the evening was to do just little role-play. It would be a first date between two strangers, first going out for drinks, then maybe (well, surely) ending up in someone’s hotel room. We started with a nice little chat at the hotel bar. We were surprised to see how well our clothes matched, and then we started to talk about our taste of music, and… the conversation didn´t really flow. In the beginning of our relationship, we had some great dating role plays, but now maybe we knew each other too well to act out that curiousness you have in each other as a new couple. Or maybe we just didn´t have the right energy after eating way too much food on the restaurant before the date. We decided to leave those two on their own, and return to our play later on. After going to another bar and finishing our drinks there, we were ready to head home, and went into the role-play again. I was thinking of myself as someone having bladder problems, maybe urge incontinence, and therefore wearing a pull-up, but now all that was in my mind was if I would get to kiss my date before we said goodbye. He would walk me to the subway station (I was staying at my friend´s place for the weekend) that was close to his hotel. The date had been amazing. I didn´t really want to leave him but was also a bit too shy to suggest something else. We stopped by at the subway. I peed a little. He asked me when we´d meet again. Instead of answering I just kissed him. Then he asked me if I wanted to come to the hotel room. I said “ok”, and peed some more. Up in the room we made out. Real me wanted to make my pull-up even wetter, but the muscles tensed up again, so I decided to use the same old phone trick. I think it works partly because it´s a distraction that allows me to relax and not having to interact, but also because I have taught myself to pee while looking at the phone by doing so all the time when I wet out on my walks (because if someone would see me it would look weird to just stop and stand there doing nothing, and even when there´s no one around it feels weird). “I need to text my friend to say I´m not coming there tonight”, I said. Standing in the hallway, facing my phone I could let out a longer spurt of pee without a problem. Now my pull-up was thicker in the front and it was obvious that my scenario character had already had an accident in her diaper, but her date didn´t even know she was wearing protection… How embarrassing would this be? We talked a bit about our color matching suits and ties, what a coincidence it was. I told him I chose the outfit I was comfortable with form the start, so that he didn´t get the wrong impression of me being very feminine. He said he really liked it. Then we had some fantastic kisses, and were both turned on, as his hands started to gently touch my padded areas. I decided it would be less awkward to say something before he really did notice. “There´s something I need to tell you…” “Ok…” “Well… …” “yeah? What is it?” He looked a bit worried. “Ehm… It´s nothing dangerous, It´s just that… I´m not always so good at holding it, so… I´m wearing protection. That´s why it feels weird maybe…” “Alright. I just thought you had some thick underwear or something. So… does this feel uncomfortable for you then?” “No, not really. I´m fine with it. “ “You sure?” “Yeah, ok, it´s a bit embarrassing, but I´m comfortable wearing them and… it feels good actually. I have learned to like it.” “You like it?” “Yes… You know I used to avoid using protection, I just used period pads or something, and it led to some incidents that weren´t so cool, and then when I started wearing… more like… diaper protection… I just felt very comfortable all at once. Then I even started to enjoy wearing them” “That´s interesting… You mean really “enjoy”, like…it turned out to be your thing, or something?” “Yes. I guess in a way it´s always been there, but I didn´t want to… It felt wrong. Maybe that´s why I didn´t even want to use them at first.” “So is this ok then?” He let his hand slip inside my wet pull-up. “yeah, if you´re ok with it… I think I already had an accident, so it might be a bit…” “nah, it´s no problem… I´ve been longing for this for a while, to touch you, if you want me to?” “Yes I do…” I said, and started to breath harder, as he started rubbing my pussy, wet from all kinds of fluids. I had one hand on my warm wet pull-up, the other one on his hard-on. The whole situation was incredibly hot. After my orgasm I needed to catch my breath in his arms for a while, and then I enjoyed taking care of him and make him come in the sink. What a great first tinder date! The best I´ve ever been on. If you have read some of my other role-play experiences, you know I´m very much into humiliation and brutal embarrassment. I didn´t really take it there this time. I preferred to own the situation and make it something hot. Partly because I wanted to keep the sexual vibe between us, but also because I don´t really have the same connection between diapers and shame as I do with pantswetting and shame. With diapers it´s more body sensations and less mental constructions. And I think this was also a way of playing with the conflicting feelings around the real mild incontinence I sometimes experience, and the way my diaper fetish makes it easier to cope with, mentally. I have the typical stress incontinence and normally I only have small leaks in predictable situations that don’t cause problems, (wearing black while out on a jog does the trick) and I´m not dependent on any kind of protection. Only when I had a really bad flu and coughed for weeks did I need it, and that was when I discovered that my love for diapers took away all my negative feelings around it. This means I´m not that afraid of the fact that my leaks will probably get worse with time. I haven´t enjoyed wearing pull-ups so much as I did during those few weeks when I actually did need protection (ignoring the fact that a thin pad would have been enough). It added something to the whole experience. SUNDAY After another good night of sleep, our last morning came, and I didn´t have my morning pee before breakfast. I just put my jeans and sweater on, and went with S to the breakfast area, while my night-full bladder wondered what was going on. “You always pee before breakfast”, it said. “Ok” I said, and while standing at the drinks corner, pouring myself a glass of orange juice, I relaxed enough to let a spurt out, and then I did the same while in the line for the bread cutting table. Now I was relaxed enough to enjoy our last hotel meal, but when I felt an urge from my bladder again, I once again tried the phone trick. Just a little scroll to get my subconscious mind off the holding and another little stream of pee went into my pull-up. We went upstairs and S went to the bathroom. I thought I´d get the packing started, but I still had half a full bladder of pee, and the other half had already made it´s way to to the padding of my diaper. It felt so good to let my hand run over the front of it, squeeze around the wet parts of it, pressing it against me. I could do nothing but just lying there in bed and keep doing it. “What are you doing?” S smiled as he came out of the bathroom "Just a bit fetish horny…” I said, and now I realized I just had to get this over with. I put my hand inside the diaper. S lied down next to me. I asked him to touch my nipples, and he willingly did. It was heavenly. I thought about the night before. At the thought about accidently or willingly wet my diaper just before going to bed with my date, I came again. It felt amazing that after more than two days of constantly wetting diapers I could still peak like that, and I still didn´t want it to end. When I have worn at home it had been different, then half a day of wearing and wetting had been enough. But it´s different to be with a partner. That great feeling of allowing yourself to go all in with your fetish seems to double up. It has happened that I have asked myself if I´m maybe too much of a solo fetishist, but I think that´s because I still hadn´t reached the comfort level around my partner, to fully indulge. This weekend really showed me that I could. We´ve had amazing weekends before, with fireworks and explosions and hundreds of “first times”, but within those build-ups with a clear dramaturgy, a plan, a building tension, and a final release lies sometimes a bit of stress too. Even if I loved my own adventurous fetish with so much drama going on, I had been a little jealous about how my partner could just keep on with his fetish all day long, while mine had to end, because once you´ve wet your pants you can´t sit on a bus, go to a restaurant or even go to bed. It´s shower and change and over. But this time, also for me, it was something that just kept going and never ended. A full diaper led to the satisfaction and enjoyment of putting on a dry one. I was standing at the window, taking a photo of the view, while flooding my last diaper in this hotel room. After that I could finally focus on showering and packing all the stuff just in time for the check out. I was diapered the whole five-hour train journey home, but chose to go pee in the toilet. We were lucky to have seats next to each other on the train, and tried to summarize the weekend without saying anything that could offend the other passengers around us. We´re getting good at this. If someone would listen, I guess they would think we had been on a retreat or on a business meeting. Or maybe we´re way more obvious than we think, who knows? But it´s their problem if they have a dirty mind. We were home at 7 pm but the sun hadn´t gone down yet. I had decided that after taking off the diaper I was wearing I was going back to just wear underwear again. I had already wet some, but the diaper was far from full, so I kept it on as we walked up to the hill, to get that little last bit of sunshine and stretch our legs some after the journey. Also, a nice way to end the weekend. We had a great talk with so much love in the air, but a couple of times I just stopped in the middle of a sentence, distracted by a warm long pee stream pooling up between my legs. I closed my eyes, sighed, it felt so good… And then kept talking again, with a little “Sorry, I just…”. Once we got home the pull-up had leaked through. Nothing showed on my light blue jeans, but my underwear was soaked in the crotch area. I said goodbye to my last diaper and ripped it apart in the sides, to masturbate in my wet panties instead. The cold fabric directly against my skin felt awesome. Even if I longed for a nice old pantswetting, I was overwhelmed by this padded weekend with my partner, and how amazing it had been. I had a lot to process. I´m finishing this story two weeks later, and spring is finally here. Yesterday I spent 1,5 hours out on a walk, pretty much constantly wetting my black pants, and the temperatures were warm enough outside that even when the pee ran into my shoes I wasn´t uncomfortable. I can have that thing. And I can have diapers. In some ways life is just getting better and better.
  9. Little do they know, there's a restroom right behind them, which Timmy even facepalms at his parents' sheer stupidity.
  10. During their camping trip, Jack and Maddie decide to resort to public urination since there's no restroom nearby. Jack is doing fine, but Maddie is upset because she has to bare her large butt outside while she hides behind the bush so no one sees her.
  11. Usually I’m pretty neutral about the trope of a girl peeing into a urinal/standing up (nothing against it just isn’t my thing) Lately I’ve been imagining scenarios of boyfriends helping their girlfriends pee into a urinal by lifting and holding them up while she reliefs herself. The thought of that is sooo cute and sexy to me. Just like when a girlfriend holds her boyfriends dick while he pees. lol Does anyone share that same fantasy? Any experiences or stories? I would also love any fictions that have this scenario. Even some videos. 🥹🥹🥹
  12. Tang

    An unexpected visitor

    'Oh god, I swear it's coming out' panted Jane as Dave pulled her next to him. 'Not yet it's not. Besides, we've got plenty more to do before...' At that moment, there was a knock on the door of Jane's flat. Jolted from their game, they both looked at each other, simultaneously thinking 'who's that?. Anticipating the un-asked question, Dave said 'I'll go and see' and walked the few paces from the living area towards the front door. Unlocking, unchaining, then finally opening the door he was greeted by Jane's neighbour, an elderly woman, Michin or Melchins or some such, he couldn't remember. 'Hi, can I help you?' he asked as he looked at the tiny Mrs Melchins-Michin. Standing at only 4' 10" Mrs Melchins-Michin was indeed small. Elderly, frail, insubstantial. If I were to slam this door shut right now, the air current would probably blow her right down the hall, Dave thought, amused at the mental image of Mrs Melchins-Michin cartwheeling down the corridor. 'Listen here, there's some fucking terrorists here and I want you to deal with them' said Mrs Mitchinson. 'There' she continued, pointing a bony sliver of a finger at three kids playing at one end of the corridor, about 20 feet away. 'Well, are you going to do something...fucking, fuckers'. Hearing profanity from the elderly always seemed jarring to Dave, and even more so from the tiny pensioner now stood before him. Dave stepped outside of Jane's apartment door, and looked at the three innocent kids, one of whom had a skateboard and was showing off to his two mates. ''Well?' enquired Mrs Mitchinson with her incongruously substantial strong voice. 'Oh, I think they're fine, really, aren't they just playing?' offered Dave, attempting to both re-assure his caller, but mostly just wanting to end the conversation. 'Look, here, one of those little bastards is black! A black bastard' continued the now irate pensioner, 'what more proof do you need, If I had my way I'd...' 'Well, I...I really don't think they mean any harm' Dave interrupted, realising the futility of challenging the racism and anticipating a flood of vitriol that was threatening to come from those thin, mean lips. 'I'll tell you what, I'll ask Jane, she lives here and maybe she knows them, you know, can put your mind at rest?' Dave stepped back inside the flat and called to Jane. 'See, I'm sure they're just playing, aren't they Jane, you know them don't you?' he repeated, nodding over to the three kids then alternatively nodding at Jane and smiling at the poisoned dwarf. 'Oh yeah, it's ok Mrs Mitchinson, I know them, well, two of them anyway' said Jane, 'they live in one of the flats here. They'e ok. Really' The gathering at Jane's door, plus the preternaturally loud voice of Mrs Mitchinson had caught the attention of the three boys; now torn between their usual passtimes and commotion outside Jane's flat. The six of them, 20 feet apart, now stood watching each other. 'What's wrong with you anyway? said Mrs Mitchinson, directing her gaze to Jane, 'fidgeting like you've got a fucking ferret up you skirt'. Dave looked at Jane, recalling what'd they'd been doing before they were interrupted by this diminutive Nazi, and smiled. He left the question hanging but agreed Jane was fidgeting. They'd been together for nearly nine months and, although neither would be foolish to admit it out loud, both felt they'd finally met their perfect partner. Intellectually, emotionally, sexually: they clicked. They even matched each other in height - both being 5' 7". He a little below average in height and she a little over. The last 3 months of their relationship had really taken off, when one night, emboldened by drink they'd both confessed to being turned on by pee-play. It was, Dave warmly recalled, Jane who'd first volunteered her pleasure in this fetish, and that comforted him greatly. 'You ok Jane? You look a little shaky?' Dave smiled at his girlfriend, placing his arm around Jane's waist. His hand running along her back he felt the outline of the dressing he'd applied earlier. Tightly wrapped around her waist, the under-garment applied constant pressure to her bladder. Squeezing and reducing her capacity, not only did this reduce the chance of any medical complications, but it introduced additional private ritual into their games, which when played out publicly, like now, magnified the intensity of their arousal and, for Jane, gave an additional focus of pleasure. 'I'm fine Dave, just a little light-headed maybe' Jane smiled back at her boyfriend, 'I think I've maybe drunk too much' The double-entendre was lost on Mrs Mitchinson as she looked from Jane to Dave before finally resting her scowling, narrowed eyes on Jane. 'Never had a drink in my life' she boasted pointlessly, 'never will either' she continued, looking accusingly at Jane. Jane looked back at Mrs Mitchinson, feeling mischievous she goaded her accusator, 'well, that'll stop soon enough' she said, placing a hand over her stomach and patting it. Turning toward Dave, he grinned and immediately placed his hand over hers, 'Oh yes, quite' added Dave, pressing her own hand down harder on her bladder. With one had on Jane's back and the other cupping Jane's on her stomach, Dave began to apply slow but constant force on Jane's bladder. He felt her trembling slightly under his hands and knew how desperately she needed to pee. Knew how carefully she was attempting to hide it. He moved his right arm lower and placed his hand over her arse, forcing her hips forward making it harder for Jane to control her abdominal muscles, 'You see Mrs Mitchinson, we're going to have a...' 'OOhh' moaned Jane as she felt the first squirt of urine leaving her bladder. Dave felt it too. He pushed harder onto her stomach, his hand on top of hers, making her the author of her own public shame. 'Oooh, that's nice' said Jane, the pain of her bladder only imperceptibly lessened due to her leaking, but now conscious of a warm, ticklish feeling escaping her knickers and flowing down her inner thighs. Jane opened her legs slightly and allowed her liquid to flow down her legs. Mrs Mitchinson, oblivious to the scene enfolding before her, although not what you'd call smiling, managed to lessen her scowl by some degree, '... a FUCKING BABY!' she exclaimed, finishing Dave's lie in the least appropriate manner. 'Just make sure it doesn't turn out like those bastards' she added, turning to point at the three kids. 'Oh, I can assure you there's absolutely no danger of that', Jane said, enjoying the deceit and feeling horny at having wet herself in front of her neighbour. Whilst thinking about how horny she felt, and with Dave's hands encircling her stomach and arse, turned to look at Dave, then deliberately released another stream of her pee. They both heard it hhhhsssss out from her for a second or two, so Jane knew right then that Dave knew that she'd intentionally peed herself in front of her neighbour. 'Well, like I say, I'm sure those boys are fine Mrs Mitchinson, so, we need to be getting inside now, we've got things to do' said Jane and started to back away inside her flat, 'we'll see you around'. And before the old crow could respond with any more of her spiteful, joyless comments, Jane and Dave had disappeared back into her flat and closed, re-chained and locked door. 'God, I feel so turned on right now', said Jane as she embraced Dave, 'feel how wet I am'.
  13. 849 downloads

    Asian couple have sex and she casually wear a diaper
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    Heres is a teaser clip from my last paid video 💚 I totally soaked these knickers in bed 🤭🔥
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    Me and my boyfriend had a little fun last night! I really needed a wee, but as we were both feeling naughty, he said I might as well just let go on him if I wanted to 😉 I didn't need asking twice, so i did, and completely soaked myself all over his lap making him hard and all warm and wet!🔥🤭 I let it out slowly bit by bit at first while he teased me with his dick through my panties, completely soaking his boxers while he grinds me with his hard on. Then I get up, lay back, and take of my soaked little pissy white panties and let another little trickle flow naked as he teases me with his fingers. We did have some really naughty hot wet fun after that but wasnt able to film that. Maybe someday 😉 Anyways, I hope you enjoy seeing my naughty video! Big love from Alice and Dave 😘❤
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    *some nudity* Heres my latest video. HD and 10 minute long wet massage video. A sensual, desperate massage that ends in some very wet cotton boyshorts 🤭 Watch me soak my cute little cotton boyshorts on the bed while getting teased, massage and caressed. Then me being all shy and ticklish when he presses on my bladder lol I eventually lose control and soak my shorts right through his fingers as he continues to slowly massage me through my shorts as the pee flows out into them and pools under my bum. Then is gets even naughtier as his hand slips in my shorts and the camera shows inside them from his point if view to see my wet pee soaked pussy, then slips a finger inside to make me even more turned on 😉 Then afterwards I show you how soaked my bum, legs and back are! Big love from Alice 💖
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    Excellent content uploaded by @shiny Ripped here for everyone's convenience.
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    Not sure how many of these exist out there, but these are great. Diapered sex never looked so fun!
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  19. From the album: OmutsuSama´s Omorashi/ABDL Art

    Santa just brought her a very special gift. Daddy husband and her little wifey are gonna have a very interesting Christmas eve.

    © By OmutsuSama

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    Here are a couple of great clips, they both feature Japanese women with a friend in public having an accident. The first is a woman with short pink shorts who wets herself in front of her friend (who is gracious enough to offer assistance), and the second is a woman in olive trousers who gets out of her car with a male friend to pee, but she can't get her trousers untied (a little unbelievable here), and has a spectacular accident. Both a great and I hope you enjoy, Rach
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    Just a short clip of my wetting during playtime with a friend, after he's already wet himself, and me. I'm drenched before the clip even starts, so it's hard to see my accident, and we were watching wrestling, of course, so it's a little loud (Sami vs. Seth). Still a cute clip, cute pee dancing from me, and I wring out my wet shirt on my friend afterwards.
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    Just a video of multiple wettings, a couple girl on girl wettings, one literally girl on
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