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  1. My 15th writing that I'm doing very late at night ...I have a very early flight for a short vacation that I don't wanna be tired for, so here I am getting less sleep the night before so I can fall asleep earlier tomorrow night lol. Apologies for the messy grammar that may appear more frequently as the story goes on. In this one, Mali is with Yuta visiting family far from home, and...yeah the title is pretty self explanatory. Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past few years; loves self-induced wettings and wettings caused by Yuta pulling the strings. Yuta [M] - 21+ 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. _______ Of all days, why did we pick this one? It was an late Spring afternoon in a rented patio with considerable heat. Mali had a family gathering and brought along her boyfriend Yuta to "introduce him" to the family. They were really there to be courteous not try to excuse their way out of her mom's own invitation, since she was well aware they had nothing planned that day anyways. Because this gathering was organized where most family were centralized, it was a far way's away from home. They took the chance to make it a scenic trip by taking the train to and from. The majority of the day was spent in and around an open-air patio with chattering from every corner of the premise. The children played in the grass, the adults passed from conversation to conversation, and the elders mostly sat together in a corner reminiscing and catching up with distant relatives. Mali and Yuta didn't quite fit in well with the crowd. Mali herself wasn't the closest with most there. The two found themselves awkwardly standing around and talking amongst each other, occasionally talking with those she did have connection with. The event wasn't very appealing to them. The food and the trip were about the only things they had going for them. Not to mention, the air was unusually muggy and warm for that time of year. The humidity that day was over 50%, and the temperature soared to 86 °F/30 °C. Even in the shade, people were sweating buckets, and drinking lots to make up for it. Around 6 in the evening the event was slowly dying down, and people were getting ready to go home. Mali and Yuta were still lingering around, waiting on the schedule of one of the only passenger trains that went through a small neighboring town that evening. They had to be driven to the station by Mali's mom too. "While we're waiting on her to finish her talk, I'm gonna run to the bathroom really quick." Mali told him. "Wait." Yuta stopped her. "How bad do you need to go?" She paused, then responded in a quieter tone. "Not really bad but we have 2.5 hours ahead of us until home. And wearing this? I have no protection with me today!" She wore a light colored summer shirt and khaki shorts with a belt. She also carried a small handbag on her side. "If you don't wet yourself, I'll let you take control of me." She glanced at him, then back in the direction of the bathrooms. "I can't even go a little bit before we leave?" Yuta shook his head. "The bet's off then." Mali bit her lip, contemplated, bent her knees thinking of the bathroom, and accepted the conditions, a bead of sweat running down her face. Her mom finished her conversation and showed them to the car, drove to the station and dropped them off with a goodbye. "Oh! Before I go, here, take these with you. I don't know what kind of train this is, whether they serve drinks or not." She leans and sticks two water bottles out the car window. Mali lets out a sigh and smiles, "Thanks, mom." Yuta lets out a subtle laugh under his breath as she drives off. They make their way to the platform, and 10 minutes later of bouncing her legs mostly out of anticipation, Mali sees the passenger cars nearing. It was at 6:30 as scheduled. Walking through the doors, the two are immediately met with a wall of cool air that takes them by surprise, courteous of the A/C that's been blasting in it all day. They look around the car, and to Mali's relief, it's completely empty. In fact, every car was somehow empty. They take a seat near the middle and breathe in ecstasy of the chilled ride they would have home. The two hour train ride had five expected stops, the fifth and last being theirs. Afterward they'll have a 5 minute drive home from the station, where then Mali would complete the challenge and give Yuta a taste of his own medicine! She thought this to herself with confidence. As the train started though, she couldn't help but notice the inverse effect the A/C was having on her. All the sweat that was accumulated during the day was cooling rapidly, and that included her privates. Her half-dampened panties stuck to her, and made her notice just how much she really had to go. She adjusted herself upright in her seat, and began squirming while looking out the window as their speed increased. At 6:50, they still hadn't arrived at the first stop, but Mali was already growing restless. She realized that she dangerously underestimated how full her bladder was in reality. Fuck, I didn't think it was going to be this bad. It was only an hour ago, I felt fine then! Is it the vibrations of the railroad that's the culprit? The fact that I drank all day with only a couple bathroom visits? Damn! At this rate I won't make it off this train dry, and making the bathroom is a whole separate battle. "You all good?" Yuta asked. "No, no I'm not all good." "You need some water?" "Screw you, no!" she said back sharply. "Wow, you're really that desperate already?" "Yes," she put her hands between her legs and rocked, "and I'm going to need you to give me some room to focus later on." "Yes Ma'am." He was fond of her determination. At 7:00, the train approached its first stop. As the brakes applied, the slight force of the long slow-down had an impact on Mali, causing her to squeeze her legs together to control the pressure. At the stop, only one person boarded on a car ahead of them. At 7:20, the second stop came, and Mali had to hold herself harder as they slowed. The presence of the belt on her shorts was felt by her now expanded bladder, and pushing her weight into it while they slowed was as beneficial as it was harmful. She groaned as everything came to a halt, keeping her legs moving. No one got on or off at this station, and the doors closed quicker than last time. "No one got on right?" She said in discomfort. "No." "Good." Swiftly, she undid her belt buckle and freed the front of her stomach, and took it off entirely, putting it in her small bag. "There's no way I could wear that anymore. There's way too much pressure." At 7:39, the train rounded a long bend, and Mali could see the next stop in the distance before the braking. Knowing a leak would almost definitely happen soon, she undid the button of her shorts to give her bladder as much breathing room as possible. As they slowed, she could feel the ebb and flow within it, asking for release with every slosh of urine. At the stop, two people entered the cars directly ahead and behind them, as the other one that got on two stops ago left. Only two stops left. As soon as the train got back to speed, Mali stood up and ushered herself into the isle. She kept her legs closely locked together, pacing up and down the isle. "I really don't know if I can hold much longer..." She breathed heavy. She also began sweating again despite the cool air. The pressure had gotten to the point of being considered intense in her mind. "It's not like you cant go at all." He pointed out alluding to a partially emptied bottle he held onto. She groaned. "This isn't some fantasy where I can aim into something like that under this amount of pressure. Plus...I really wanna toy with you myself!" He blushed, not expecting the assertiveness. "Keep hanging on then." 5 minutes later, Mali felt a wave of desperation collide, and held herself with a significant amount of strength. It lasted only 10 seconds, but she knew they'd be getting worse and longer going forward. Another 5 minutes later, a large one hit her. She leaned forward. "Shit-!" *dribble dribble dribble* She felt a warmth behind her thighs as pee soaked through her panties and formed a small dark spot on her shorts. Yuta sat up, seeing his girlfriend in distress. "Why don't you sit back down so you don't feel it as much? If you can walk, come this way." She made her way over gently and sat with control. The wet spot touched the seat, sending a cold sensation coursing through Mali's body. "Only a half hour left." She thought out loud. Yuta looked over, but said nothing. At 8:00, the last stop on the way arrived. *drip drip drip* Mali felt a small leak as the breaks applied. She kept her voice down under her breath as it happened. No person got off at this stop. All seemed to be stopping at Mali and Yuta's stop or somewhere further down the railroad. However, one person did end up boarding here. Mali at the window seat glanced in horror to see him approach and enter the door of their car. He kept to himself and sat near the back, behind the couple. It was then that she noticed how quiet the interior was. If it wasn't for the A/C and noise of the tracks, it would be silent in there. Mali looked at Yuta and him back at her out of worry. She nodded, and he urged her to be as quiet as possible when the next one would happen. At 8:14, she gestured to him that something was coming. She could tell that her muscles were straining to keep her floodgates from giving out. She felt a wave creeping up on her. When it hit, it lasted almost 20 seconds, but she held on. Only about a minute later, she felt another one coming, and a warm sensation coursing through her urethra. She tensed up- *hhssssssssssssss-* "...ahh-!!" Why isn't is STOPPING?! Yuta noticed and tried his best to contain the sound by putting his hands over the leak. *ssssSSSSS-* STOP!! STOP!! Mali felt the warm liquid as it poured into her shorts, flowing through the bottom and dripping down her calves. *SSsssssssss* *drip drip drip* She felt it drain into her socks and walking shoes as it continued to spread on her seat and through her shorts. When it was over, some dripped from the seat to the floor. The two wore pained expressions, Mali more shocked than ever. Her weakened muscles caused a 7 second leak with 4 of them being full force, all while some man probably just heard all of it. "OH MY GOD" she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. Her hands, underside, ankles, heels, and the backside of her legs. They were all soaked. A light yellow coated the back of her socks. Drops and mini puddles scattered the surrounding floor. Yuta quickly searched her small bag, and found a small bunch of tissues. He started on the floor while Mali was still in shock. He made his way up her legs and then encouraged her to stand up. "One...sssecond." She made out through stressed breath. She slowly lifted herself so she wouldn't be in plain sight from the back. As she lifted, urine dripped from the back of her shorts into a large, coating puddle on her seat. Yuta gulped. He used the remaining tissues to soak up what he could. Afterwards, he left them on a spot of the floor where further damage wouldn't occur. Mali sat back down, the warm sensation that just coated her starting to go cold. While she felt slightly more relieved, the stress of the situation and weakened state of her urethral sphincter kept her on high alert and still desperate. The time finally came. Mali was still squirming, and going through every situation in her head. Would she be caught? Was she already caught? Does the man know what happened? Has the damage spread to the back of the train? Does he notice a scent? It all came to mind when the train approached their station. By 8:30, the stain on her shorts had slightly reached the frontside. She decided, as carefully as possible, it would be ideal to exit the back of the car with her going first, her bag doing its best to cover her. Yuta would follow closely behind to shield her backside. And so she went, waddling forward with wet, unbuttoned shorts as one other person exited another car and the station's bathroom in reachable distance. They got off the train and Yuta went to find the nearest trash can. "Are you really giving up? After that?" "Do I look like I'm in the position to keep going?!" She spotted the restrooms sign. Making her way over to the entrance, she felt a little relief, like a little weight off her shoulders knowing her urges would be gone, but also that she wouldn't get what she wanted - only to find a "closed for maintenance" sign and caution tape across the single genderless bathroom's door. She grimaced. *psssst* "C'mon, let's head home." He said as she rewet the front side of her khakis. "ffFUCK. ghh...FINE." She inched over to the car where Yuta opened the door for her. "Don't worry about the seat." "Yeah, you BETTER not! FLOOR IT." He jumped in and they took off. During the ride every acceleration was felt by Mali. When they pulled out, there was a *dribble*. Every stop sign or light, there was a *leak* followed by a small groan. Every green light there was a *pst* and another indescribable noise. Finally, they pulled into their driveway. Yuta climbed out and hopped over to the other side of the car and opened the door. But she hardly looked like she wanted to get out. She was laying as straight as she could, her legs crossed and hands firmly tucked in her crotch. "I can't move...." She muttered. She had so little energy left from panicking and holding that it was catching up to her, even at a time like this. "It's gonna come out..." Yuta got down on his knees and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and butt. He lifted her to her legs, where she felt a small *leak* spring. He helped walk her side by side towards the staircase in the front but she urged him to head towards the backyard instead. He obliged. As they walked, warmth spread between Mali's legs as the leak persisted. As they reached the grass, she slowed down. "No more...no accident in the house please." She said. She squatted down without a care in the world. *HHHSSSSHHHHHHHH-* Golden rain gushed onto the green like a garden hose. Yuta watched as he was used as a support pole while she fully released herself. It spread all inside her khakis, and even spilled out the unbuttoned opening at the top like a fountain. "I really wanted to have fun with you. I'm sorry I caused such a panic tonight." She vented as her stream came to a steady stop, although her tank was not empty. "I was...actually gonna let you after what happened on the train. I feel really bad." "WHA-? Really?!" *Psssst* "Yeah." "Then why did I just wet myself here and not in the parking lot??" She questioned half angrily. "I just like seeing you push." "Oh, well, thank you. [...] ...One second." *pssshhHHHHHHHT* "I like pushing myself too. But you're definitely paying for that one big leak." _______ Thank you for reading! I am very tired and will now go to sleep. However - I do have some questions for you who made it to the end, if you don't mind leaving them in the comments. 1. Do you like these stories with Mali + Yuta, or do you prefer the ones with just Mali? 2. Do you like the one-sided nature of their omo-challenges, or would you rather see more back-and-forth contest-esque stories in the future? 3. Would anyone be interested if I made a Mali dom Yuta sub story (as implied by the end)? Thank you for reading again, and of course, if you want to see Mali and/or Yuta in a specific situation, leave a suggestion and it may be turned into its own story!
  2. It´s been a while since I had a wet week, and since I have the whole week off, I think it´s time for some fun. This time I have an idea of trying different concepts for each day of the week, and these are the ones I´ll be going with (the order isn´t set yet): “Almost made it day” Wet my underwear/pants a little bit right before every bathroom visit. “no holding day” Stay relaxed and pee myself as soon as I feel the urge. Alternate between wearing pants/diapers depending on situation. “Big 'accident' day” Soak myself every 3,5 hours exactly. Since I know when it will happen I can make sure I´m not in an inappropriate place (and remember to bring a change of clothes if I´m out and about). “Dice day” Let randomness decide what/when/how to wet. “Freestyle day” Wet myself however I feel like for the moment. “Partner day” I´ll be spending time with my partner the whole weekend, but this day he´ll be extra involved in my omo play in a way we´ll be planning together. Hopefully I won´t be the only one in wet pants. “Dry day” This will be the day before me and my partner go on our weekend trip. A break from omo fun as a way of not overdoing things. I´ll let my partner decide in which order I´ll be doing these, but today I start with the “almost made it day.” I´ll keep posting.
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    Hello! Partner and I devised a little scene where we're locked out and SUPER desperate. Without the right key, we're not getting in and can only hold it so long. Partner loses it pretty quickly and can't even get their boots off before the flood. I do my best to hold on but to no avail. I kick off my shoes right before I soak my pants. We both end up barefoot and soaked with quite the puddle to clean up! Enjoy 💛
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  4. View File Couple Locked Out and Desperate Hello! Partner and I devised a little scene where we're locked out and SUPER desperate. Without the right key, we're not getting in and can only hold it so long. Partner loses it pretty quickly and can't even get their boots off before the flood. I do my best to hold on but to no avail. I kick off my shoes right before I soak my pants. We both end up barefoot and soaked with quite the puddle to clean up! Enjoy 💛 Submitter themerger Submitted 05/25/2024 Category Female  
  5. I realized I may have conditionned my boyfriend into liking some omo stuff. Let me explain. We are really compatible sexually and have been talking about our fantasies a few times since we started dating, but I didn't tell him about omo yet. I don't think he would be so upset about the whole thing but I want to keep that for later. For more context, we know each other for a long time, and started dating only two years ago : until then, he was convinced I was a cute, innocent girl and I didn't think he was such a freak in bed (and that's a compliment ahah). We were positively surprise to see how compatible we were sexually. Anyway, we have a lot of fun and I took the bad habit of piss-blocking him whenever I have a chance and it usually leads to sex with him having to pee badly. He doesn't know how sexy he is hihi. We also found out he could make me squirt easily whenever I had a full bladder during sex, so I obviously use it at my advantage to hold my pee and making him horny with it. What strikes me is that I may have done a better job than I thought. Last day, we were chilling on our couch, watching tv, and I said lazily "I'm gonna go pee". I really had NO particular intent at that time, I just needed to pee and was going to use the bathroom. But he said : "Really ?" And I knew what he wanted to do. Only problem was that I was getting pretty desperate, more than what I'm used to when I hold for sex, also we just had finished doing the laundry and I didn't want to make a mess. I stood up anyway and started heading to the toilet. He went after me and closed the bathroom's door when I started opening it. A quick check and I realized how hard he was already. "You don't want me to pee ?" I asked innocently. "No", he growled. "But I really have to... I don't want to pee on you." "You'll have to hold it like a good girl." He fucked me so hard and it was so good with my full bladder; I didn't pee on him but squirted so much we were drenched in the end. I still can't believe he got turned on just by me saying I was going to the bathroom. He either likes omo without knowing or I really trained him better than I thought 🙊🙈
  6. Ok, here´s the thing. I´m doing a gynecological surgery in two weeks that will require me to for abut two months stay away from everything that could possibly increase risks of infections, such as penetrative sex, using tampons, baths… Of course I haven’t specifically asked my doctor if I should also avoid wetting myself, but better safe than sorry. I really should do everything to recover as good as possible. So lately I´ve been thinking about how I could get the best out of my last week on my own before the surgery. Could I dedicate it to omo and let myself indulge in it over and over? But how can I have the wettest week possibly without overdoing things and get tired of it? Is there a way to keep it special? I came up with this idea to put some randomizing into the game, and let chance decide what and how I should wet. I have had a lot of such ideas before, but never something this complex. So, the basic rule is, I will wet as much as possible this week, but not in inconvenient situations, and only as long as it´s fun and nice. I will constantly alternate between diapers and pants. I start off with one pile of 8 different kinds of diapers, and one pile with 9 different pants, and then for every wetting I´ll let a “random number generator” pick which one to wear. To add even more fun to it, I also have a lottery of instructions that should follow with every wetting. They´re not very specific and doesn´t require certain settings, and there´s no holding challenges. I won´t be stretching my bladder more than to a comfortable fullness (sorry desperation lovers). But I can see how others could have great fun using this concept including holding challenges too. It will be interesting to see if I can keep the spark up all the way until the weekend when I´ll meet my partner and invite him to the game. He specifically asked me to save the bedwetting until he comes over. I´ll keep you updated as often as I can!
  7. I remember a VR video were a guy is made to pee his jeans by a women in pov. Doe anyone have an idea?
  8. My 11th writing, this time around, the featured couple have a day to themselves, and some incidents involving rapid desperation are bound to happen. This does contain a small bit of sexual content, so if that's a problem, you have been warned! Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 21+ 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] - 21+ 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. _______ On this rainy autumn day, the omo-enthralled couple find they have some time to kill, with next to nothing on their to-do lists, other than a theatre movie they're planning on seeing that afternoon. They were just waking up. The only noise was the rain pattering on their rooftop and outside in their yard next to the bedroom. All else was quiet... ...It was like routine - "You wanna do some rapid desperation?" he asks. "Sure. Me and you? Or just me?" "Just you...?" "Hmm...sure." she responds. And just like that it was settled, with no second thoughts. Mali started her day at 9:30 AM with a mug of coffee, black. She knew caffeine would get things rolling quick. She eagerly awaited its effects while the two checked emails and scrolled in bed. For the majority of the morning, she wears only a t-shirt and panties, while Yuta only wears a wifebeater and briefs. At 10:30 she was finished with her coffee and breakfast and had a water bottle which she'd use for the rest of the day. Between then and now, she used the bathroom to kick her bladder into working gear. In the next 45 minutes, she'll have to drink 12 oz/350 mL before she heads to the bathroom again to continue ramping up her bladder. In the mean time, they watch some Netflix. 11:15 arrives, Mali uses the restroom and feels a creeping urge afterwards. Her window is now permanently reduced to 30 minutes, but her liquid intake is reduced to 8 oz/235 mL. While watching their show, the two had cuddled up with each other while it continued to pour outside. It was a truly cozy day. One thing led to another, and eventually they found their hands reaching down each other's bodies under the sheets. "Really, before noon?" Mali retorted. "Is there something wrong with that? You seem to be doing the same." he replied. Through 12:15 they indulged themselves with each other's love, but not without Mali losing a little control with some squirts here and there. She saw it as an opportunity to relieve some pressure while still having fun, even though she still got to use her bathroom break at 11:45. At 12:20, Yuta decided that he would clean up and take a shower. Mali, still recovering from pleasure, didn't think twice about the strings attached to the situation, and by the time Yuta shut the bathroom door, she was left needing to go pretty bad, already semi-wet, completely nude. "Hey, funny joke you got going here." she panted at the door. "Could you mind waiting? It should only be 15 minutes." "Woah, hey there, that's a bit long isn't it?!" Mali feels a shiver run down her bottom half, her legs wobbling as she fears the worst. "You'll be alright!" he replies as he turns the shower handle. The sound precedes the ambience of shower water hitting the floor layered with the pitter-patter of the rain. Mali squirms even more as she braces to wait out the short span of time, although for her it'll feel like an eternity. "Don't forget to take some more sips while you're at it!" "Oh screw you!" she responds with clenched teeth. 12:30 comes very slowly as Mali rocks side to side next to the door, her hand tucked firmly around her groin, unbothered by her lack of clothing. She figured that she wouldn't risk getting anything wet this way anyways. It hurt to think about though, as she grew more and more uneasy with each passing minute. By 12:32, Yuta shuts off the shower and starts drying himself off. "Could you just let me in now? C'mon man, I'm seriously desperate right now!" she pleads. "You got it, it's only 3 more minutes." She settles down to her knees outside trying to compose herself, both hands clutched in her crotch. ...12:33: "Rgh, I'm serious! I'm about to leak...!" ...12:34: As a last cherry-on-top, Yuta puts up the toilet seat and relieves himself right then and there. The sound pierces Mali's ears, and in a quick instant jitters and clenches up -! *pshhh* *dribble, drip* She grimaces as liquid gold seeps through her fingers and onto the cold floor. Her cheeks flush as she trembles, half-angry, half-anxious. The sound dwindles. The toilet flushes. Finally, at 12:35 the door cracks open and Mali darts ahead. Only she wasn't aiming for the toilet, but the much more readily accessible shower-tub directly in front of her. She turns, and lets her flood out. *fssSSHHHHHH* She breathes heavily, glaring at her manipulator with annoyance while she sits on and over the tub's edge. "See? Wasn't that bad." "Yeah bitch, and you get to go get a paper towel for that spot I left for you out there!" Mali exclaims. The remainder of the afternoon went relatively uneventful. Mali showers after the incident and returns to her half-hourly routine. Only once before the movie does Mali have any leakage, which she considers herself very impressive for. It's around 4:15 that the couple gets ready to head to the theater. Yuta gets dressed in jeans, a sweater and a light coat, while Mali essentially matches his outfit with different designs. She fumbles with her belt, adjusting it so it's just tight enough where it holds things up but doesn't put pressure on her bladder. Before leaving, she makes one more trip to the bathroom, and then they take off at 4:30. It was a 25 minute drive to the theater, but less than 5 minutes away, Yuta decides to veer into a plaza. "What are we doing here?" "Grabbing snacks because the theater ones are expensive." "Didn't we have snacks at home?!" "We did." Yuta grins at her as he exits the car. Moderate pressure built up once again, and Mali was surprised at how daring he was getting for the sake of her challenge. The risk of having leaks or even an accident in public was a huge worry that Mali would really rather want to avoid. She squirmed in the passenger seat, but to her relief, Yuta came back out in only 3 minutes. They soon arrive and shuffle their way into a (thankfully) small line to check tickets. Afterwards Mali meanders over to the bathroom before they head into their theater. While she was away though, Yuta took the liberty of ordering a duo of gigantic sodas to take in with them. Mali stared deadpan at him and asked "Weren't you the one complaining about prices?" "Yes, but I also thought I'd challenge myself alongside you. Think of it as a sort of compensation for earlier." "Hah! Some compensation alright." she laughed. "If you agree to finish yours by the end then I'll finish mine and wait until home to piss." he muttered. "In that case, it's on." As they walk in, it dawned on Mali for the first time today: they were watching a horror movie. Something she forgot to consider was her feebleness when it comes to horror films. A look of dread slowly morphed onto her face, while Yuta smiled away. The movie started off tame, enough to where Mali had no issues up to her first hasty bathroom break 30 minutes in. The constant intake of the soda was more than the 8 oz/235 mL amount she'd been taking in prior, so her bladder buildup was about to be accelerated. She had just left the bathroom, and already she felt a trickle within her telling her to turn around. Around 50 minutes in, a very quiet, tense scene had started up. Mali at this point was squirming involuntarily in her chair, invested with what was on screen. Suddenly, silence... Then suddenly... *BANG* *fmmmmmmmmmmmmm* Her hands jump to her inner legs, she heavily leans forwards, her expression shocked, her face flushed. Her full-force spasm lasted almost 3 whole seconds, and a large dark area coated the back-underside of her jeans. The seat too was a little damp. After the jump-scare, Yuta was quick to notice, and got a brief crosswind of a bladder urge himself. "10 more minutes." he whispered. "Unless you don't think you can make it." Mali tightly pinches her legs together, and still hunched over gives him a silent shake of the head. She carefully stands up and makes her way down the isle, revealing the damage. She only hoped that no one nearby would care to notice in the dark theater. While heading down the hall, she did her best to cover herself with her coat without looking overly suspicious. 5 minutes after, she made her way back, the spot having widened as it soaked in deeper. Soon enough, the movie was reaching its climax, and the intensity was driven up a notch. *leak* Another one. *pst* Another one. *drip* Another one...when will it stop? Mali pleaded. She didn't know who or what she was pleading to, but she hoped it would have mercy. Her jeans re-dampened every other minute at this point for another 10 minutes. The damage itself wasn't increasing very much, but her defenses were surely decreasing. Finally, the movie reached its resolution, about 30 minutes from the last bathroom break, so Mali took her chance to haul her weakened bladder out of there. Now, Yuta was silently wishing he could too. By the time she finished, so did the movie. Yuta walks out fidgeting, meeting his GF and indicating his need to get out of there ASAP. Mali smugly grinned. What made things worse was that Yuta had to drive. They get in their car without saying a word and started heading home. They take the main road, the busy intersection, and manage to make it to a highway. To both of their dismay, there's a decent amount of leftover rush hour traffic built up. Both of them swallow to maintain composure. Yuta knew he hadn't used the bathroom in over 4 hours, and had over a liter of soda stored inside him ready to come out. Mali still was feeling the accelerated filling rate of her bladder, and knew that she only had so much time to make it at home. Both felt their heartrates pick up in pace, their focus limited to the car in front of them and how fast it was going. Eventually, 5 minutes from home, their both bursting. *fshhhh* A 1-second spurt. "I'm not gonna make it..." Mali whined. "Shut it. We're both making it." Yuta said affirmatively. At last, they pull into their neighborhood, down their road, into their driveway. Yuta shuts the car off and unlocks the doors. He makes his way up a staircase to their front door, Mali carefully taking her time behind him. He makes it to the front door as she reaches the top of the stairs. He unlocks and opens it. *dribbledribble* A leak sprung in Mali's jeans. Yuta makes his way down the hall to the bathroom. As Mali takes no more than three steps in, she freezes in place, and leans forward in on herself. "I'm not making it! Throw me a towel! NOW!!!" Yuta pans around frantically and finds the nearest one, grabs it, and launches it behind him, hurdling himself in the bathroom and frantically closing the door behind him. The towel slides and lands two steps away from Mali's current spot. *fffRRRRRSHHHH* Letting go of her sphincter muscles, she musters up all she has left in her to gravitate towards the towel as pee rushes down her jeans. Once on, she stands there in solidarity as she lets it all go once again. Her dark colored jeans turned a nearly solid black as whisps of the stream sprayed in all directions down. She didn't even get the chance to take off her shoes, which were now also being flooded. A dribble reminiscent of the earlier rain emitted from the towel, droplets here and there splashing off onto the floor. In the bathroom, Yuta managed to stay dry through the entire ordeal, and proceeded to stay over the toilet for a whole minute. As everything settled, and both had relieved themselves, Mali had to note, "Usually I'm the one blaming you for something like this, but honestly I don't know if much of it is your fault this time around." she said with a sigh. _______ Thanks for reading! I wanna thank this comment from @orangelion on one of my recent posts as well as the attached artist @schefafterdark as inspiration for many of the events that found their way into this story! Again, thanks for reading, and feel free to suggest any idea you have of how I could make another story out of these two OC's!
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  10. 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!
  11. 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."
  12. “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.
  13. 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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  15. 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.
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    Happy birthday husband!

    As a married couple, it's okay to walk in to see your partner x3
  17. She had to pee She had to pee. Lilian had to pee so damn bad. But still she couldn't bring herself to say anything to Gwen, her girlfriend. They had been together for two years now, Gwen had always thought Lily was the shyest girl she had ever met and getting to build a relationship with her wasn't easy at all. Right now they were walking, hand in hand, through one of the most beautiful parts of their city, a park full of tall trees, hot people skateboarding and a beautiful view of the sea to their right. And gosh it would have been so romantic if Lilian didn't have to pee so goddamn bad, but no she wouldn't say anything to her girlfriend. She wouldn't dare, she was too shy to admit it. "Damn I love coming here... 'Specially with you Lily" Gwen said smiling, she was always cheerful, it was almost impossible to catch her without a smile on her face. She was wearing a pair of Chuck Taylors, tight jeans and a plain white shirt, she had beautiful blue eyes and short blond hair. Lilian was wearing a pair of sandals and a simple sundress, she had the most beautiful hair, or at least that's what Gwen thought:shoulder-length red hair, and green eyes. Lilian tried to answer, but she didn't really know what to say, what could she say? She loved going there too but she was too desperate to think about anything else that wasn't how bad she had to pee. "Lily are you ok? You don't look well... " Of course she didn't look well she was walking slightly bent over and she was paler than usual. Of course Gwen had already caught on to what was happening, this had happened countless times since they started dating, being the shyest girl ever and having a small bladder sure wasn't a good combo. Gwen loved her to death but this shenanigan was getting old, so for the first time she decided to not wait for her to admit her need, she knew Lily was gonna be embarrassed but she genuinely looked in pain. "Lilyy come on... How bad is it honey?" "Huh? What.. what are you talking about?" Without saying anything, while they were walking she put a hand on the redhead's tired bladder, and she squeezed. Lilian immediately bent over with a pained expression on her face. "Come on what the hell did you do that for?" she said whining "Why didn't you tell me you had to pee? Come on it's so obvious... plus you really look like you're in pain, if you had said anything we could have found a bathroom ages ago! Come on sweetie... You don't need to act like that with me, I mean we've seen each other naked countless times and admitting when you have to pee is where you draw the line?!" As Gwen said this, Lily's face started matching her hair's colour, she was mad, she hated being embarrassed like that so she tried go get straight to answer but that proved to be a big mistake, her bladder let loose for a split second dampening her flower patterned panties. She immediately bent over again, all of sudden all the rage towards Gwen disappeared, her face got even redder. "Gwen? I... really really really really have to pee! I just wet my panties a bit, please help me!" "You just... wet yourself? Are you serious?" Now Lily's face was redder than her hair. "No! I mean... NO! I mean just a little bit! Please please help me let's find a bathroom or it's gonna be way way more than a little!" "Jesus if it's that bad why didn't you say anything?!" "You know I get embarrassed! Can we not talk about this now and find a bathroom?" "You get embarrassed? WE'VE SEEN EACH OTHER NAKED FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!" "Gwen!" "What?" "please let's hurryyy" "Oh shit yeah, sorry. Look forget the bathroom, it's on the other side of the park, you'll never make it in time if you've already leaked. We'll find somewhere private for you to go... just try to hold it sweetie..." "What? No, nonono I can't pee outside" "Honey you ain't got a choice! Now just follow me" She took Lilian's hand again and started leading her, Lily was walking bent over and with a hand shoved between her legs. Looking back at her Gwen couldn't stop thinking how cute she was. After 10 minutes of searching for somewhere without anyone around, the situation got worse, Lily now had to stop every few steps and she couldn't stop moaning and complaining. Gwen had just spotted a good spot between two trees with no one around when she heard: "SHIT! shitshitshitshit, Gwen! I'm peeing, I can't hold it anymore!" Lilian said this with a shocked espression on her face, as the first trickles started wetting her long beautiful legs "Honey, come on not here! We just gotta get to those trees!" She started leading her to those trees, they moved at a painfully slow place, Lily was leaving a trail of pee behind her, her legs and sandals were already soaked. Gwen felt so sorry for her but again, at the same time Lily was just too damn cute, even while she peed herself. As soon as they got behind the trees Lilian didn't even bother pulling away her flower patterned panties, what was the point anyway? They were already soaked, she forgot about all the shame she felt earlier and she just pulled her wet dress out of the way and just let go. It felt so good. It felt so good. It felt so goddamn good. As she watched the scene Gwen could only think about the fact that her girlfriend was peeing in a pair of panties she gave her as a gift. "oh well" she thought "at least she looks like she's in heaven right now" Lilian moaned as her stream started slowing down, her legs were soaked, so were her panties, so were her sandals and so was the earth beneath her, her dignity? Dead. But strangely enough she didn't feel any shame right now, admitting that she had to pee was impossible earlier, but now that she was peeing her panties she could only think about good it felt. She looked at Gwen and just started laughing. "Well honey... At least you feel better now, right?" "Soooo much better, you have no idea" Lily's legs just gave in and she sat in her own puddle "I don't think I've ever been as tired as I am right now..." "Yeah well let's get you home, you need a shower, and a new pair of panties" As she said that Gwen just pulled Lily's underwear and tossed them away. "If this is how you treat my gifts you don't deserve them!" She said smiling cheerfully. Gwen helped her girlfriend up, gave her a quick kiss on her lips and they walked home, hand in hand and Lilian thought "Yep, very romantic" as she laid her head on Gwen's shoulder. She smiled. Chapter 2. Soooo I'm dumb and accidentally deleted the other topic, I really apologize for everyone that started following, anyway I'm having a lot of fun writing this and I'm already writing a third chapter, hope you enjoy! ______________________________________ Gwen was so excited, so excited she couldn't stop smiling through the whole class. Today her girlfriend and her could finally have some sweet time all by themselves as Lilian's parents were gonna be away for a few days, leaving an empty house for them to enjoy. To make things even better, unlike Gwen's family, Lilian's was quite wealthy so it was a big empty house for them to enjoy, one with a pool even. So yeah, she couldn't stop smiling through the whole class, she was too excited! Once her class was over she rushed home to pack and say bye to her mother, she didn't even bother having lunch or going to the bathroom. She just wanted to get to Lilian's house as quickly as possible. It was gonna be an exciting weekend!. To get to her house she had to take a bus, it wasn't that long of a ride, just a half a hour long, but she did regret not going to the bathroom before leaving her house "Heh, not like I'm gonna end up like Lily last week" She thought to herself. She got to her house in the afternoon. She ringed the bell and as soon as the door opened she threw herself on Lilian hugging her and showering her with kisses, Lily embraced her back. They were both happy. It was gonna be a very exciting weekend. "So... ready to have a nice few days with me?" "Yeaaaah! Can't wait! But first I need to pee, don't wanna end up like you last week!" As Gwen said this, Lily's face started matching her hair color, she wanted to think of something to answer but Gwen was already off running to the bathroom. She finally relieved herself in her girlfriend's bathroom, she got out and started looking through her backpack, she took a small package out and handed it to Lilian, she opened it to reveal a pair of panties, with flowers on them. "Just don't pee in this pair, honey please?" Lilian didn't even answer she just blushed more, and to Gwen's surprise she did something really unexpected: she pulled her shorts down, revealing she was going commando, and put the flower patterned panties on, she smiled looking directly in Gwen's eyes as she pulled her shorts up. This time it was Gwen who started blushing "Gosh... I love you soo much" she said as she threw herself on Lilian again, they started making out but Lily stopped her "There will be time for that later hun, now it's time to get our swimsuits on and get drunk by the pool, don't you agree?" "Of course!" Gwen squeaked "Okay then... I'll go get the booze, you go put your bikini on and wait for me at the pool, 'kay?" Gwen just nodded, with a big smile on her face and rushed off to get changed, she rushed through her backpack took her bikini out, a simple dark blue one, she then took her clothes off and put her bikini on and rushed to the pool. She didn't stop smiling the whole time. Gwen was waiting, sitting by the pool and dipping her feet in it when Lily showed up, with two bottles in one hand, and two glasses in the other. She was wearing a much skimpier red bikini. While Gwen didn't have the most perfect body as she didn't work out much, she was still quite slim, Lilian instead was well toned. She put the bottles and the glasses down on a small table and went to sit by Gwen. "God you're hot" They said at the same time and started laughing. Lilian then gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, put an evil smile on her face and just pushed her poor girlfriend in the pool. "GAH! IT'S SO COLD HOWCOULDYOUDOTHISTOME?!" Lilian just laughed and jumped in the pool as well, then hugged Gwen "Don't worry... I'll warm ya..." They started kissing. After a while of enjoying themselves in the pool, they got out and started sunbathing while drinking. Lilian took off the upper part of her bikini and laid on her belly, enjoying the sun, the drinks, and especially her company. Gwen couldn't help thinking about how beautiful her girlfriend was "Lily, I love you so much" she said smiling Lilian smiled too, got on top of her and they started making love. A few hours later they were cuddling on a towel, by now it was evening, the bottles of alcohol were empty and they were very happy. After a while they went back to the house, Lilian didn't bother putting her bikini back on and started making dinner. Gwen, who wasn't used to drinking that much just sat on the couch waiting for dinner while trying not to fall asleep. After dinner Gwen felt exhausted and drunk, she was ready to call it a day a go to sleep with Lily, but she had other plans. Gwen was waiting for her, sitting in her bed, when Lilian showed up. Naked. Gwen thought that she was looking at the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, then opened her mouth to say something but Lily quickly shut her up with a deep kiss and started undressing her girlfriend. Once she was also naked Gwen started touching her girlfriend's body, she wanted to feel everything that there was too feel. Lilian did the same, and they made out for a few minutes, when Lily couldn't take it anymore she just pushed Gwen on the bed. They made love again, Gwen thought she had never felt such pleasure as tonight, while Lily was thinking that this was the most beautiful night of her life and nothing could ruin it. "I'm just gonna quickly go to the bathroom, sweetheart" when Gwen didn't answer she realized she was already asleep, Lily smiled "Goodnight beautiful" and kissed her forhead. Once Lily came back from the bathroom she just snuggled next to her and fell asleep. For some reason Gwen that night had strange dreams, she really wasn't used to drinking that much and wasn't used to the effect that much alcohol can have... She woke up a few hours later. It was still night, Lily was hugging her pillow next to her, "cutie" she thought. But then she realized something felt off... her crotch was... wet? Did she fell asleep with her bikini still on? "Anyway it should have dried by now" she thought. She touched the sheets beneath her. And her heart sunk, they were soaked, so were her panties and even part of her shirt. She couldn't believe it, she... had wet the bed.
  18. Little do they know, there's a restroom right behind them, which Timmy even facepalms at his parents' sheer stupidity.
  19. 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.
  20. 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. 🥹🥹🥹
  21. Unfortunately, due to work and family situations, it only happens a few times a year that me and my partner S get the chance to spend a whole weekend together on our own. There´s so many things we´d like to do together. We could record music, plan an art exhibition, watch a ton of great movies, or go for a long hike in the wild nature. But what we always end up doing is to engage in our fetishes. We have one each. So we dress up and pee our pants, sometimes at home, sometimes in another town. You need to know what to prioritize. This weekend started with a four hour train ride, checking in at the hotel and some recovery. I had a stomach ache at first, while the stress slowly faded away. It gave room for excitement and tension. All those ideas I couldn´t really think of when I was in the middle of all that work stress started to steam. We lay on the bed and made some plans for the following day. This was going to be good. But first, our standard evening activity. Leave our jeans and hoodies on the floor, dress up in suits and go out. The three piece grey suit was my (or probably my partner´s) choice for the night. We had a drink at one bar, and then moved to another one. I hadn´t been to the bathroom for a while (of course) and was starting to feel signals from my bladder already in the first bar, but then it eased down. We had some great food at the second bar, a popular and cozy place, except for the bad music they played. When we were done there and went for a walk my bladder was well ready for some fun. We walked along the waterside, and I spurted a little bit into my pants every time we stopped to make out. Hard to say how desperate I actually was. I probably could have held it without too much effort, but I had no such self discipline. When we started to walk back to the hoteI I could feel that the wetness had soaked through my pants in the crotch, but S said that nothing showed. We stopped one last time to kiss before leaving the walking path and cross the street, and I took the chance to wet a little more. Just a little… One second, two seconds. I stopped when I felt the chilly trickles down my legs, almost reaching my shoes. We were almost at the hotel when S saw a sign of a grocery store and remembered that he needed something from there. To visit a store after having wet my grey suitpants hadn´t been a part of my plans for tonight, but I didn´t resist. S checked me up again from behind in the streetlights, and once again said he saw nothing, and I thought that if he, who was looking for it, didn´t see anything, then I was probably safe. But once inside the store he strolled behind me again, and… “hey… I think you should know that…” “Don´t tell me NOW that it shows…” “It does. Let´s just do this quickly.” There weren´t many people in the store, but it was still a bit stressful. I tried to act causal while at the same time trying not to turn my back against people. I´m not dead scared of being seen with a wet spot on my pants, but right when it happens, when I find myself in a situation I can´t really escape, I do feel nervous, and I definitely don´t want anyone to see. I don´t know if someone did this time. S claims it´s a good camouflage to be dressed up like that, because my whole appearance is what people are looking at… But I guess that depends on what kind of fetishist you are. On the way to our hotel room we didn´t meet any more people. S was now getting desperate to pee and said we´d better take the elevator. “As long as it doesn´t get stuck”, I said, “but then we both know the deal”. I have told him about this fantasy I have that if the two of us ever get stuck in an elevator while he´s desperate, I´ll happily let him pee in my pants instead of his own to save him from the embarrassment. We realized though that it wouldn´t have been such a brilliant idea in this elevator that had transparent walls, so maybe it was good that the elevator didn´t stop. Once in the room, while S rushed into the bathroom, I checked my behind in the mirror. There certainly was a darker shadow on my butt and crotch, but it wasn´t that bad really. The night ended like it should. A full pantswetting in the shower, sex, clean-up and bed. If that night was our normal “vanilla” thing, the next day would be more psychologically challenging and adventurous to us. A kinky relationship opens up for so many “first times”, and apparently we never run out of them. We took it slow and easy with the breakfast and morning routines, but then it was time to go out. S started to pick his outfit for the day, and then I said “well, I´d better be gearing up too”. But this time didn´t mean dressing up in his fetish gear, the shirt, tie and suit. Instead I nervously picked up a pull-up from my backpack. S smiled when he saw it. I had told him the day before that this was something I wanted to do with him, but Since I had never involved him in this exploration before I felt a bit insecure about it, but also excited. This would also be my first time wetting a diaper in public. Even if pantswetting has been my main interest, I´ve had some fantasies about diapers too. I have just needed some time to accept it and find out what it´s all about. I´m still in that process, I guess. I slipped into the diaper, and put on my underwear, showing S that it was hardly visible. Also with tight jeans on, this thin pull-up didn´t show as my jeans were still a bit baggy in the crotch. We took the bus to a shopping mall with secondhand stores just outside the town, and there we looked around, found some stuff to buy, and had a coffee. I didn´t need to pee yet, but just wearing the diaper all this time, feeling it, knowing I could pee anytime I wanted to, was such a comfy feeling. And to know that my partner knew I was wearing it. We were both in that kind of nice and slow fetish buzz, as if we had taken the same drug. When I first started trying diapers I expected them to give me the same feelings that I get from omo play (and tended to be disappointed), but that isn´t really fair. With omo, especially in public, so much is about planning how to get away with it, the nervousness about getting the timing right, measuring the desperation level, the imagined humiliation, the inconvenience of the wet pants and feeling them against my skin. I love that. But wearing a diaper is like the opposite of all this, and I have realized it gives me an experience that I don´t get during omo play. Something more chill, slow and relaxed without all that focus on exactly when, how and where those seconds of peeing will take place. It´s interesting, still a bit of a conflict for me, and I love my partner for being so sweet and supportive about something that has been tricky for me to be honest about, even with him. We left that place to go to a shopping centre at another bus stop, but the rain started pouring down, and the stores weren´t the ones we expected, so we just got back up on the bus without even leaving the bus stop. Even with this fail we were just happy. I could feel a slight need to pee, but the desperation took it´s time to grow, and I felt no restlessness about it. Back in town we went to a couple of other clothing stores, and now I was ready. I started intentionally leaking, in the middle of the store with lots of people around. A little bit every time we stopped to look at something. And a little bit more. S found himself a two piece suit that he wanted to try, and we went to the fitting room. While S tried it on and was happy to see it was a perfect fit for a great price, I was standing there wetting myself in slow spurts, feeling the heat pool around me before it got absorbed by the pull-up. It was nice to do it slowly and a little bit at a time, but I didn´t really need to be that careful. In case of a diaper leak, I had jeans with great absorbance, and I had a long rain coat that would cover the patch. This was a wetting with 0 % risk taking. We made one last stop at the pharmacy and I peed some more at the checkout. Then we went back to the hotel room. The diaper had swelled quite a lot of course, but it hadn´t leaked a drop. Even the seams of my underwear were still dry. And now that I had the chance to put my hands inside my pants I realised I was horny as hell. Perfect. I decided to save this tension for our next adventure, and we just took a shower. If you´re familiar with BDSM-terms and hear the word “switch” you probably think about switching between the dominant and submissive positions, but when me and my partner first started talking about doing switch scenarios long ago, we had something different on our mind. Our plan was to switch fetishes. This means in one of the scenarios I would be the suit fetishist instead of my partner, and in the other one he´d be the omo-lover instead of me. A serious and intimate role play, as a way of changing the dynamics and getting to know each other even better. We have already spent so much time inviting each other into what turns us on, talking for hours and joining in the practice, finding our own ways of liking it. Now ready for the next step, this isn´t supposed to be just one scenario, but many. Today we were going to make the first try. In scenario A, my boyfriend was invited to a wedding with a strict dress code, and since he wasn´t used to dressing up he had borrowed some clothes from his brother. Me, his girlfriend and secretly a suit fetishist, had offered him some help, all excited about it of course, but trying not to let it show. Carefully and a little hesitant I picked an outfit for him. The black pants. The blue shirt. I helped him with the buttons. I picked a vest for him and a matching tie. And then as I slowly succeeded to do a nice necktie knot, everything got even more intense. All that pent up sexual energy from my earlier wetting adventure was combined with the many memories of my partner starting to shake in front of me with his full focus on me and my clothes. The fire within me found it´s right direction and the switch was complete. The desire and attraction was so big I had goose bumps on my arms. And it couldn´t be hidden, of course. My scenario partner didn´t fully understand what was going on with me, but he liked to see me like that and responded to it. While we took some photos and had him try another outfit, the tension just kept growing between us, leading us straight to the bed, where we fucked, as a great and inevitable ending to our first and very successful switch scenario. Sobering up after sex we realised we were really hungry so we made ourselves ready for our night out, now both of us dressing up. The dinner at the eritrean restaurant was fantastic, and the drinks we had at the first bar too. In the second bar they made them all too sweet, but I didn´t care much about the taste of my drink because I hadn´t been to the bathroom all night, had been a bit desperate already on the walk between the bars, and now I was all excited and ready for Switch scenario B. An omo-lover in the closet having his dreams come true as his girlfriend is having an accident… Almost too much of an omo-cliché. We all know which website that inspiration comes from. What I was going to do to stage this accident, I had done before, and I knew it would work out just fine, but I was still a bit nervous. When our drinks were almost finished I complained about being more desperate than I thought, and went to the bathroom in the back of the pub. I locked the door. I sat down on the toilet. I peed. Everything good, except for the little detail that I didn´t take my pants off. I just peed right through them. It felt weird to hear the sound of my pee stream hit the water while at the same time my underwear became warm and wet, but the relief was nice. Once finished peeing I stayed seated to let the last drops fall. I was standing up a bit too early and could feel some pee that hadn´t yet made it through the fabric drip down the inside of my legs. A few drops landed on my shoes and the floor, and I wiped them off, and tried to see in the mirror if something showed on my pants. As always my black suit pants didn´t let me down. Nothing seemed to show. But still it was a big rush to unlock the door to let someone else in, and then make my way through the crowded bar, after having peed a full bladder into my pants. Now it was playtime, Switch scenario B had started. “Let´s go now” I told my partner. “Are we going already? Alright.” he said, and we left, while I tried to compose myself, knowing I was way too shiny with excitement for the character I was supposed to play, someone who just had an embarrassing accident that didn´t turn her on at all. Out on the street my boyfriend was confused. “What´s wrong? I thought we were gonna stay out all night” “Sorry… But I kind of messed things up a bit…” “What do you mean?” “ Have you ever had that experience… You know, when you really need to pee and then you finally get to a bathroom and it´s getting hard to hold it just because you´re so close?” “Yeah, of course…” “Well, it happened. I got wet. I need to change.” “What? Did you wet yourself?” He looked almost chocked. “Just a little, but…” “Go ahead, let me see…” He went behind to see if something was visible. Then he asked me again what exactly happened. I waited until the people passing by were further away and then I explained that the only bathroom was occupied, and I had been squirming a bit outside the door. Then it opened and I had rushed inside and was just about to pull my pants down when I realized I couldn´t because I was wearing suspenders that I would have to get off first, and in that moment the pee just started coming. I managed to stop the flow so that I could finally get my pants down to pee the rest, but some damage was already done to my pants. My boyfriend listened to my story with big interest. I had decided that my own character would be one that was outspoken and not particularly humiliated by this event. A bit embarrassed but laughing it off. And also confused when suddenly in the hotel room my boyfriend asked if he could feel with his hand how wet I was. “You don´t have to… well, alright…” He touched the wet fabric in my crotch and now it was obvious something was going on with him… He was way too excited. I took my pants off and showed him my light blue panties. There was a huge soaked patch reaching from the front and almost all way up my ass to the back. “Oh my god, you´ve wet yourself a lot!” he said, and couldn´t get his eyes off my underwear. Not his hands either. “You know this is pee, and not lubrication, right?”, I smiled. “Yes. I´m sorry you had an accident, and this might seem weird, but… I find this really hot”, he admitted. He started to explain, that this was a thing he had often been fantasizing about, but never had the courage to talk about. I asked him a few questions and he replied. I was surprised and puzzled about this whole situation, but not put off. “If this can make you happy, well then at least it was good for something…” I said, amused by the look of his face. He was hypnotized by my wet underwear. When he started touching me I allowed my character to become just as turned on as I was myself. We put some protection on the bed so that I could lie down and he continued his hand work while I had my wet panties still on, until I climaxed. Then I begged him to cum over my body, and he did. It was a fantastic experience to step out of my fetish and hand it over to my partner. To have him admiring my wet accident, to see and feel his desire. So much acknowledgement in this. What a gift. We fell asleep in each other´s arms with hearts full of love. Next day we went to a couple of museums before taking the train ride home. Then we had at least a couple of things to talk about if someone asked what we did last weekend.
  22. I haven´t had the time to write much on here lately. I miss it. I thought at least I´d share a quick report from the past weekend. After working like crazy I handed in a job Thursday afternoon, decided to relax for the rest of the day, and start building the excitement for a whole weekend with my partner S. What better way to do this than to put on my favourite light grey wetting jeans, and go out for a walk? Nothing big, I thought. Just a few spurts that could be covered by my hoodie around the waist. I wasn´t very desperate either, and managed to do a climby off-track route without any bladder failures. Then I was on a more familiar path and stopped. I relaxed for just a second and let out a little spurt, and it took me by surprise how it felt like it shut almost all the way down my left leg. I thought first that it couldn´t be that bad, but then I looked down. Oh shit. There was a very obvious dark patch down to my knee. Probably because I didn´t wear the jeans so tight up my crotch, so all the pee just went down instead of wetting the crotch. As nice as it looked, it still wasn´t something I wanted my neighbours to see, and I knew it wouldn´t be covered by the arms of my hoodie, so I got a little nervous. I had a look around, took a picture, and then I quickly wrapped the hoodie around my left hip so that it covered the patch. It might have looked a bit silly to wear it like that, but it worked fine. Just as I started walking again I met a dog walker. I made sure the hoodie was in place and said hi. Her whole focus was on her dog though, so even with fully soaked pants I would probably have gotten away with it. I didn´t dare to wet anything more during the walk, but at home, in front of the mirror, I slowly finished what I started. Amazed as always about how much those jeans can hold. Only one little drop of pee landed on the towel under my feet. S arrived in the evening, and the next day we woke up to a bright sunny day with special plans ahead of us. A desperate 2,5 hour walk into town where I would most likely be in need of a swim in the cold lake and a change of clothes before having a nice dinner somewhere. For bladder health reasons I don´t do extreme holds often, so I save it for special occasions, and today there would be no holding back of the holding back. I was so happy to have S joining me in this even if I would be the only desperate one. I made sure I had a lot to drink during breakfast and then chugged half a liter before we headed out. Already in the beginning of the walk I felt like I had to concentrate a bit not to leak in the steep downhill, but no severe desperation yet, and it was actually nice to enjoy the first part of the walk relaxed, chatting with my boyfriend, looking at all the nice views of the great countryside that I see every day and still not get used to. At the same time I remembered the last time I took exactly this route last autumn (see my story “Smile and say hello”), and it was like every leak I had then was now printed in my memory. I lasted longer this time. One hour in and I was still completely dry. But then I stumbled, and… I didn´t make it. The first leak. A little later a downhill climb made my underwear damp again. But true desperation? Nope. I was now starting to get a bit impatient, and drank more of the bottle of water I had with me. After a while the desperation had reached the level when it started to physically turn me on, and we had some great kissing, but I still didn´t have any urges or bladder spasms. The one liter bottle of water was empty, there had been one hour since my first leak, and even if a few more leaks had sipped out since then, still nothing went through the jeans, and I had no problems standing still. Soon I saw the glistening lake behind the trees. We were almost in town, and I was now actually disappointed with my bladder, and wished it had been a little bit weaker. There was just one solution to this – prolong the walk, and go all the way around the lake instead of straight to town. This was a busy track though, a highway of joggers, strollers and mountain bike riders so we´d have to compose ourselves. No crazy making out fetish flow style with hands all over each other, just romantic kisses and holding hands. Easier said than done, but I think we did ok. But as the desperation grew, so did my arousal. Walking over some hills and a bridge on the south end of the lake I could feel myself slowly starting to overflow. There was a heavenly warmth in my underwear with every third step. Then back in control again for a while, but not for long. I kept leaking, tiny amounts at a time. The crotch of my jeans now wet, but not very visible. With my mind fully focused on holding my pee in, I started to be confused about which track to choose. We stopped to kiss again, and now it was really hard to just stand still. The fight against the urge to pee, the small and sweet failure I felt sipping into my jeans, and my boyfriend’s arms around me made me have a semi-orgasm, and I was breathing hard, then quickly bringing myself back on track, as there would always be people nearby. The feeling of wetness was significant and I asked S how my backside looked. “Do you really wanna know?”, he said. “Ok, time for something around the waist then?” I said, and he agreed that it was a good idea. We stopped a few more times, the urges and the sensitivity for any kind of touch was getting stronger, the leaks bigger. I was starting to lose it. We were also close to town, now about to pass by the last beach before the shopping mall. We stopped there. I still wanted to prolong this desperate adventure and all it´s pleasures, so I looked over to the other side of the lake, wondering if we could keep on walking to reach the beach on the opposite side, so that I could have my swim there instead. But just as I tried to see if the bridge was still there, big spurts of pee shut out into my pants, spreading heat down my thighs, and trickling all way down to my feet. I helplessly felt the spurts repeat themselves a couple of times before I regained control. This was it. My accident was now obvious, nothing I could get away with among people, and it would soon start pouring into my shoes. Now was the perfect time to give up. I let S take some photos before I sat down in the grass. People were passing by behind us, but nobody else were on the beach. A few ducks were the only ones laughing at me as I sat there and emptied my whole bladder into my jeans. My ass got warm, and a lake formed between my legs and sinked into the ground, before I refilled the river again and again, as I never seemed to stop peeing. And then I was finally done. I crawled out of my wet pants, and cleaned myself up in icy cold lake water, before putting on nice dry clothes, feeling as good as new. I felt relaxed, but also a bit high, like after strenuous exercise. In a way I guess it is. And I felt something more – hunger! We headed into town for dinner and shopping. And I kept my light blue jeans dry by actually going to the bathroom like ordinary people. Saturday was a rainy day. We´d stay indoors. We had some work to do together, to write stuff for a community building website. S insisted that would require some dressing up (did I mention he has a suit fetish?) so we checked the wardrobe. Me and S are such a match in so many ways, but one of them is that we have almost the same size and can borrow each other’s clothes. So who´s grey pants are these? It didn´t matter, I tried them on and found they were fitting perfect, they just wouldn´t have room for me to eat anything. No room for a desperate bladder either. But I had already decided I wouldn´t let myself become desperate today. As soon as S had dressed me up in a matching shirt, a tie, a west and a suit, and we´d both admired the sight in the mirror, I started deliberately dribbling a bit into my underwear. S was changing out of his expensive tweed suit into something just a bit cheaper (and most important, machine washable pants). I peed enough to feel my panties overflow and a little river running down the inside of my leg. There was a tiny dark spot on my knee, but S didn´t notice as he took some photos of me. When he touched my crotch a little later he did though. “You already started to pee yourself? “I told you there´s no room for a bladder in these pants, what was I supposed to do?” I said, “and by the way, what do you mean “already”? Did you really expect me to pee myself?” “I know you”, he smiled. After some snuggling that almost got out of hand we shaped up and sat down by the computer. I chose the hard surface chair with no cushion, S would be the secretary by the computer. It had been a while since I had a chair wetting, and I realised I had missed it when I started to let out a little pee on every small urge, still reasonably capable of concentrating on the task too. Suit pants often seem to be a bit pee resistant. I could see nothing on the chair, but there was a warm lake in my pants that I could feel when I moved around on the chair. After a longer spurt though, the low sound of a rhythmic tapping could be heard. S heard it too, after a while. “Something´s dripping… Hey boss, haven´t you totally wet yourself?”he said. “That´s your fault, you´re typing too slowly”, I said, “And put that dick back inside your pants now and keep working!” Believe it or not, we finished the text eventually. “Alright then”, said S, “We´ll copy/paste all of this and send to the others for feedback and then…” The sound of my pee suddenly splashing down under my chair interrupted him, and he started laughing. “…ehm… Oh yeah, that sounds great…” I said, all consumed by the bliss of now forcefully peeing my pants on the chair, creating a puddle at my feet. Awesome. Alright, sorry about the abrupt ending, but this was how far I got writing this story a couple of months ago, before another stressful deadline prevented me from focusing on anything else but work. Honestly I don´t really remember the rest of the evening, and I just wanna get this posted so I´ll leave it to your imagination. But I´m pretty sure it involved some floor clean-up, S wetting his pants for me in the shower while I stared at him, and lots of masturbation and laundry. Standard activites.
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