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  1. Cadence, Michele and Dixie decide to skip the fair. Instead they each wet their overalls and become pee lesbians. Overall wetting 3 girls Dixie C.mp4
  2. Even though I have been into wetting all my life, I finally start to get more confident to do it around my husband. He is not into it himself, but he is supportive. Mostly it is bedwetting, it´s so deliberating to just let go in bed. Especially when my husband is lying next to me. But I want to do more casual pants wetting as well. So - I got inspired from a forum member to wet my pants in presence of my husband. So I did... We where watching TV, Netflix, the new season of Blacklist, and sat in our sofa. I had to pee and started squirming a bit. My husband noticed, but didn´t say anything. I had blue jeans on, so if I would have an "accident" it would be quite obvious. The snow had come back here in Sweden, even though it should be spring, and it was unexpectedly cold outside. The floor heating is sometimes a little slow when the temperature changes to quick, so it was also a little chilly inside. We had a fire going in the fire stove, but I still wanted a blanket over myself and my husband. Then I got an idea. He couldn´t see what was going on under the blanket... so I started to leak. First a quick spurt, then a longer one. I could feel my panties and my crotch getting wet and warm from my pee. I had to adjust myself so I did not wet the couch, I do not want that. After half an hour I couldn´t hold it anymore. I said: "Honey, we have to pause, I pee my pants..." He said: "Oh, of course" I took the blanket at the side and it was a big wet stain in my crotch and on my inner thighs. Very visible. He looked at me when I rose from the couch. "It seems you have to change pants to", with a smile. "Yes", and I looked down at my jeans and just let go. "Oups... couldn´t hold it any longer", I lied and smiled and watched the pee running down both my legs. It was obvious that I did it on purpose and my husband just smiled backed. I stopped just before it reached my feet, I didn´t want a puddle on the floor to mop, and went to the bathroom where I finished in my pants in the shower. Took a quick shower and my jeans, panties and socks to the laundry and after a new set of clothes I was back in the TV-sofa. "That´s better, let us continue!".
  3. First time trying my hand on writing a story here, english is not my main language so feel free to correct my writing 😄 this is basically a compilation of weird dreams and ideas i put togheter into a hopefully coherent story. Luna is in her last year of highschool and is 18yo as are her classmates ____________________________________________________ Luna was eagerly packing her suitcase for the next day as she was going to go on the yearly school trip, it was different than the usual trip though. She didn't know the specifics wich was already weird in itself but the school managed to get into a program that would pay for the entire trip including the train to get there, but get this, they're going on a freaking luxury cruise? For a school trip?? Food and drinks included! At school she and some classmates looked up the cruiseship wich was called "Symphony of the Seas" and frankly it looked too good to be true. It seemingly had everything on board from several pools, theatres, laser tag, arcade, a whole shopping street and it even has its own ice rink! The price must be insane, so how come this all comes togheter for free for a school trip? The only thing she knew is that it was started up by a big pharmaceutical company that gathered a ton of funding for a new line of medicine, and the students got to test it while on the cruise. At first she and many others were skeptical but her parents went over the legal documents and had to sign some forms and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, the medication had been trough loads of testing phases already and this was a last mass testing phase of what should be the final product. There wasn't much more to it, she packed mostly summer clothing as the weather reports were mostly positive but on sea it can be alot colder sometimes so she did pack for colder weather just in case aswell (shorts, shirts, skirts and her favorite dress, one sweatpants, jeans, swimsuit, some winter clothing for the ice rink, pj's, etc.) The school had informed her they would travel from the school to the station but they would make the trip in school uniform so she laid it out for the next day paired with gray leggings to go under her uniforms skirt. _____________________________________ The next morning Luna quickly ate some cereal and made her way to her school, she met up with her best friend on their usual spot. Chloe joined the school just this year only a few months ago but they became best friends really quickly. "Hey Chloe, nice on time?" "You bet, not missing this for anything in the world!" "I can't decide what i want to check out first once we arrive there!" They continued chatting about what they were planning to do first once they got on the cruise ship, as other classmates started to join aswell, everyone was excited about this probably once in a life time cruise they'll get to experience! Everyone started to gather around as they started to take the short trip to the train station. Luna thought it would just be a regular commuter train but when they arrived at the platform they were surprised with one of those long distance, high speed and more comfort trains! As Chloe gasped and pointed, "What the hell Luna look, we're getting in on first class!" as the first classmates started to enter the train. "How is this all possibly free?" Luna answered, as other students were talking just as excited and surprised as they were. "What kind of backing does this company have to send this many people for free on this cruise with this amount of luxury?" as she pointed out, the amount of people in total would be high on that ship, and oh yes, the entire cruise ship was rented and as far as Luna knew, they were all going for free. "Must be a pretty damn good new medication they're working on, maybe they cured cancer or something?" Chloe half jokingly said. They got their seats, wich was a 4 seater, Luna got a seat at the window with her friend on the other window seat as 2 other classmates joined them, Vicky and Selena. They happily chatted along until the teacher started to hand out pamflets with more information about the actual program they were in, curiosity spiked among the group of students as they eagerly started reading what this was all about. It seemed the teacher was surprised as well because even they didn't know what this medication was all about. Excitedly Luna started reading the pamflet: "This is a mass test that will lay the foundation of a new type of medication that could be used for almost any virus and/or bacteria as well as many other illness, cancers as well as chronic diseases and even genetic disorders(!) "I can't believe it's even better than what i said" Chloe remarked, "this is world changing if this is true" The medication works in a fundamentally different way as this type can be modified for a specific illness, once it targets the cells, virus or bacteria that's causing the issue the drug will activate it's healing procedure, once it does it will start removing the bad cells and create new ones. So how will this procedure work? Well the body will very simply start to secrete the bad stuff as it usually does, by urinating. To make sure the medication works, hydrating alot is of utmost importance! A side effect of this medication is that it works as a diuretic, if you don't hydrate enough the medication will simply stop working. The ones you'll be testing will be test variants with no actual medication or effects aside from the diuretic. As we have tried to find different ways to minimize the diuretic effect but to no avail we have now tried this from a different perspective. More info will follow when you arrive on the ship, you will get handed over the first dose shortly before entering the ship." "Hold on..." Luna whispered to Chloe, "They said to pack extra undergarments and pants/skirts, are you thinking what i'm thinking?" "You think the drug would be that strong we could end up having accidents??" Chloe answered. Wich Vicky joined in "Well... i mean... if i'm not the only one... i guess a few accidents isn't too bad if you get a top of the line cruise for it, no?" "So we only have to be carefull to go to the toilet frequently enough? Yo i can live with that!" Selena said while laughing. "i thought we might get like crazy side effects bad enough we wouldn't be able to enjoy the cruise, atleast that was my worry and actual guess what was gonna happen." Luna quickly went over the contents of the pamflet again, rereading every detail and she had to agree with Chloe about the apparent expectation of accidents to happen. Luna shivered realising what this meant... you see, already from a very young age she was intrigued by wetting. Wether it was wetting herself or seeing someone else wet themselves. Luna is usually timid and a bit more on the shy nature wich made her overthink alot of stuff regularly, in contrast of Chloe who's rather bold most of the time. When she was little she every once in a while did small spurts in her panties when she was feeling more daring than usual, or she peed in her swimsuit in the garden when her parents weren't looking. But she never actually had a full on wetting as she was too scared... Except maybe on one occasion. When she and her parents where out for vacation during the holidays when she was only 11yo they had rented a bungalow in the forests in a small village covered in deep snow, on the last day she was playing outside in the snow and later started making a snowman. She couldn't not make a snowman with snow like this! She was wearing winter clothing with thick snowpants with an extra layer of pants, snowboots and everything, so she was warm and cozy at all times when playing outside. She was making good progress but it was alot of work as time passed by her urge to pee started to increase. As she had drunk enough liquid before coming outside and on top of that her mom surprised her with hot chocolate milk while playing outside and now she really started to feel it in her bladder. The thought came to her how nice it would be to maybe do a spurt in her panties, or perhaps a few spurts even? It would be covered by her snowpants anyway and now that she started thinking of it... it could be more than a few spurts as this was the last day of the holiday, they would return home in the early morning tomorrow. She felt more daring today, maybe it was the holidays and being in a good mood maybe? She would shower and dump her snowpants and other clothes in her suitcase anyway once she went inside, and when she got home she would unpack it herself and dump it in the laundry machine as she would normally do anyway... Luna was overthinking it like she always does, this always happened and she would always bail out by overthinking too much... she continued building her snowman wich was slowly getting close to completion after about another 15-20mins, but her need started to increase more and the idea of releasing some in her pants started to creep up again. Her plan was perfect, even if she peed quite a bit she would get away with it so why not do it? She would probably regret it anyway if she didn't. Luna started to relax her bladder but like usually nothing came out even though she had to pee pretty badly at this point, the habbit of being used to sit on a toilet to pee ofcourse... She started to fiddle around with the head of the snowman and giving him eyes while she continued to relax her bladder and started to feel she was getting closer to release. She gave her bladder a little push as just a few drops went into her panties. Feeling safe with her snowpants on she quickly went for another push as a spurt seeped in her panties, she sighed from the feeling of her crotch dampening. She enjoyed how good it felt and gave another push, but this one was a longer spurt into her pants with warmth spreading in her crotch. She sighed again. Enjoying and relishing the feeling she's getting from this, her bladder got the message and started giving in, she was still relaxing and just when her pee was about to come out on it's own she stopped it. She had peed enough to make her panties wet, and probably enough to make a visible wet patch on the pants she was wearing underneath. She felt like she could relax at any time and let more out. She was getting second thoughts now because she felt her crotch was warm and wetter than ever before, even though she was really loving this feeling. The fear of getting caught crept up to her. She went over the plan again as she continued building the snowman, after overthinking it once again she was sure she wouldn't get caught and her bladder was signaling it wanted release. Luna picked up the broom she found earlier in the basement and put it on the snowman as she slowly started to relax again "a bit more wouldn't hurt" she thought, but this time she could feel her pee about to come out on it's own and this time she wasn't planning on stopping it immediatly. She felt a small trickle escape. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she let the trickle become a stream, she could feel her crotch warm up as the wetness started to expand. When she could feel wetness going down on the inside of her pants about halfway down to her knee, she came back to her senses, panicked and stopped the stream. Although... she didn't want to stop it as it felt so good. Luna was breathing heavily, a bit shocked that she had in fact pissed her pants at this point! She could feel her butt being a bit wet aswell, She started blushing at this point. She quickly checked her crotch and legs for any visible signs, she didn't see any but she could definitely feel the wetness! And she would definitely get caught if she would remove her snowpants and her parents could see her wet pants underneat. She knew what she did was bad and she would get in trouble if her parents would find out but she enjoyed the feeling so much and it didn't feel like it should be a bad thing actually, pee isn't disgusting anyway, she learned in school that it's even sterile. She continued finishing the face of her snowman. After a couple of minutes had passed (she was taking her sweet time as she was more focused on the wetness in her pants) she was pretty much done with her snowman and was decorating it a little bit with a hat and some other stuff lying around, she still had to pee and the warmth in her pants had faded away to be replaced with coolness. "i'm still wearing wet pants anyway, why not just do a little bit more and warm them up again" she thought, "no sign of my parents anyway" Luna was getting more daring at this point, as she spread her legs apart. She relaxed her bladder and started to push again. She let out a short stream in her pants, feeling the familiar warmth in her crotch once more, it came out so much easier than before she thought. As she relished the feeling again. She let out another spurt and another longer one immediatly after as she felt the warmth spreading down her legs... But it felt so good that she didn't want to stop... Just as she ended her last spurt she gave in to the feeling and with another sigh she relaxed, and this time she wasn't sure if she wanted to stop the stream anymore. She felt a shiver going up her spine as she realised she was contemplating to fully pissing her pants now. As there was no other sound in the vicinity she could start hearing the clear hissing sound of her pissing her pants, She felt pee pooling up in her crotch and spreading to her butt before cascading down her legs, she completely succumbed and relished the feeling of the warm wetness spreading as she felt herself fully emptying her bladder in her pants. Standing with spread legs in the middle of the yard in the snow, she let out a barily audible "aaah" while standing next to her snowman. The hissing slowly died down and her stream subsided as she pushed out the last few drops of pee in her soaked panties, she shivered, feeling the warmth and wetness spread trough her pants, all the way down between and on the back of her legs, she could now feel alot more wetness in the front and on her butt aswell. "best feeling ever" she thought while she started to blush. Luna got a massive grin on her face as she realised what she had done, she couldn't believe she had completely pissed her pants like a toddler. It wasn't even an accident, she did it fully on purpose. She could've went inside at any moment and used the toilet, it's only 2 freaking doors! She closed her legs again and pressed them togheter a bit to feel the wetness, before starting to make her way to the front door of the bungalow. As she made her way inside the warmth in her pants was starting to fade away and so was her euphoric feeling, the fear of getting caught started creeping in... after all she didn't intend to fully wet herself at first... Very aware of her very wet and soaked pants but she had checked for any kind of wetness before coming in and luckily she couldn't find any signs, when she met her mom in the kitchen:"I finished the snowman! please go take a look and tell me what you think?" as her mom was doing the dishes and said: "sure sweety, why don't you take off those winter clothes and snowpants and go sit with your dad in the sofa, we're gonna start a movie in a little bit." Luna panicked and her mind started racing "Is it ok if i first take a quick shower so i can put on my pj?", wich her mom replied "hmm, you could do that later aswell sweety, i think i heard your dad saying you wanted a snowball fight with him before we go home? So why not take a shower after that" Luna's heart skipped a beat. "I think i'm done playing with snow for today mom" After a small silence wich felt like an eternity she replied with, "your loss sweety, you know we don't often have this chance, but sure go take a shower" Luna quickly bolted out of the kitchen for the bathroom and felt like she reached the finish line of "getting away with her soaking pants" she tought as she closed the door of the bathroom after her. Her mother continued putting away the dishes as she leaned a bit to the side and over the counter just as she did a few minutes earlier to glance out of the window, if she leaned in like this she could just see the snowman outside, what Luna didn't realise is that her mother did this from time to time to check up on her when she was building the snowman. She could swear she had seen her daughter zone out a couple of times and afterwards what seemed to be checking her crotch? It started to dawn on her when she saw her daughter put on the hat on the snowman, spread her legs and just stood there for atleast a minute, maybe two. She could swear, if she didn't know any better that her daughter had deliberately peed her pants while making that snowman. For that reason she mentioned to remove her winter clothing when she came inside to see her reaction, and her panicked reaction had pretty much confirmed her suspicion that her daughter had soaked her pants. She grinned but decided to pretend she didn't see anything. Kids...
  4. So im looking for Artwork and other depictions of someone wetting themself on purpose, what are your favourites?
  5. Hello, I haven't really been that active here lately, but it's not like anyone really knows me so it's whatever I guess. Recently I have been playing Cult of the Lamb and it is an addicting game. There is also an abnormal amount of poop involved, to the point that I think one of the developers might have a thing. This story will not have poop in it, but it did get me thinking that it would be prime candidacy for omorashi fanfic with all this convenient scaffolding, and I was surprised when I couldn't find any. So I have written some myself, and it is one of the first fanfictions I've ever written, so like I've said before, quality is not assured. I think I've written the story in a way that allows it to be enjoyed by people who have never played the game, and there aren't any major spoilers. With all that out of the way I hope you enjoy the story. ... "I will give you LIFE again, but at a PRICE! All I ask is for you to start a Cult in my name." The Lamb reflected on their mission as they watched the beginnings of their cult begin to unfold. From a nearby vantage point, they could see the whole site and its people. There weren't many followers, but they were all hard at work. Building buildings, generating devotion, clearing trees; the work of building a society. One unfortunate thing about raising a cult from scratch is lack of commodities. In this cult they have barely anything! The followers sleep in sleeping bags, they eat on the floor outside, and there aren't any bathrooms! What most followers do is find a discrete corner to do their business in, and that's usually what The Lamb did too. As The Lamb was watching, they could see a few followers doing their business behind a large stone, but then out of the corner of their eye they could see someone squirming in the corner of their eye. "An orange fox type follower named Bretyon I think." The Lamb thought to themselves. The fox was indeed the one they were thinking of. The Lamb watched as the follower continued to squirm and occasionally stick a hand between their legs. It looked like they had to pee, but why weren't they going? Were they pee shy? Can they not find a place to conceal themselves? The Lamb was able to watch the follower in great detail thanks to the power of the red crown, a tool gifted by the one who waits, the source of their mission. They continued to work, squirming more and more frequently. "What are they doing?" The Lamb thought in deep confusion, and then something happened that they probably should have anticipated. The fox folded all the way forward with their eyes shut tight, their lip quivering in discomfort as they began to fully wet themselves. It lasted for a long moment as pee continued to cascade from their body as they let out a sigh of relief. A deep blush and a relieved smile began to creep across their face, they seemed to be enjoying it! As they finished, they looked around and then ran into a secluded bush as if to belatedly hide their actions. The Lamb was confused in what to feel. The follower just peed themselves, but they seemed to enjoy it? The Lamb decided ask the follower themselves and came down from their lookout over the cult. Bretyon was still hiding in their bush, a look of embarrassment and self satisfaction on their face. They didn't notice as The Lamb walked up to them and they jumped, letting out a yelp, as they noticed The Lamb for the first time. Their blush grew brighter and they seemed to shrink further into the bush, but they maintained eye contact, as a good follower should. "Great Lamb!" The follower started. "I uh... am currently occupied picking berries from this bush... yes that's exactly what I'm doing!" The Lamb didn't buy the act, mainly because they saw what actually happened, but also because Bretyon was a bad liar. "I saw what happened Bretyon, do you mind telling me why you had trouble finding a place to relieve yourself?" "I-" "And before you try to lie to me again, know that you are a terrible liar." The fox looked down and continued "I... have an... obsession... with holding my pee." The fox began to look truly embarrassed. "I used to do it a lot before you rescued me from the old faith. I can't help myself! The pressure, the warmth of release it's just wonderful I tell you! Unfortunately it's part of why they had chosen to sacrifice me. They said I was unclean of both body and soul. When you said that your cult would be different, I thought-" Bretyon began to tear up from embarrassment. "I won't do it again." The Lamb watched in shock as the follower began to break down in front of them. They seemed so deeply ashamed, and maybe a little afraid. The Lamb knelt down in front of the follower and laid a hand on their shoulder. "It will be alright, I will not banish you from our cult and... I will not forbid you from your desires." Bretyon looked up sharply as they heard that last part "really?! You mean it?" "Yes Bretyon, as your lord and savior I say that these indulgences are your way of defying The Old Faith. When you engage in your habit know that it is with the authority that saved your life." The fox was stunned for a moment, and then tackled The Lamb in a tight embrace. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The fox squeezed tighter, and some of their wetness got on The Lamb. They seemed to notice this and pulled back reflexively. They shortly composed themselves and said "Thank you. You are truly a great and understanding leader." And they walked off in their wet clothes. This gave The Lamb something to think about as they realized it was time for another crusade, and they stalked out of the camp. The Lamb fought furiously. Minions of the old faith were no laughing matter when it came to combat. Venturing into enemy territory and fighting armies of their followers was the solemn duty of the crusading lamb. They finished the boss with a mighty sword strike, And the beast fell before them. Watching the beast fall, The Lamb began to hold themselves with one hand, holding their sword in the other. Having finished their work for the day, The Lamb egarly returned home. Crusading was hard work, and when you're the sworn enemy of the largest religion in the world, there isn't much time for potty breaks. The Lamb continued to hold themselves as they made their way to the teleport point to find their way home. The arrived at the megar camp and quickly began to sort out their duties. On a crusade, The Lamb would often rescue followers and it was their duty to indoctrinate the ones they sent back to the camp. It was three followers this time, a big haul! The Lamb tried their best to contain their desperation as they quickly explained their cults rules and regulations to the newcomers. They finished by giving them the uniform of the cult, a ragged red shirt and brown trousers. As The Lamb watched them leave, the next that they had to do was cook for the camp. The followers depended on the lamb a great deal as is mandated by the cult's doctrine, so The Lamb needed to cook for their followers, lest they starve. The Lamb did their best to prepare all the food that was needed while simultaneously containing their need. They let out a leak every time they needed to swap hands, and the wool around their crotch began to develop an yellow tinge. The Lamb didn't wear much clothing, just the crown and the mantle that signified their status. To pee, the Lamb would need to manually part their wool away from their privates because of how thickly it covered their body. As they continued to squirm and leak their wool began to get a little heavy. They were finally finished with cooking for the camp and only had one duty left, the sermon. The cult would grow anxious with out a sermon after The Lamb's return from such a successful crusade. The Lamb begrudgingly made their way inside the temple and called everyone in the camp to witness the sermon. As everyone finished gathering, the sermon commenced. As usual, The Lamb began to rise as they uttered the holy words. This made their wet spot visible to the whole cult and some seemed to notice. The Lamb bore the embarrassment and continued the sermon. Soon enough it was over and the followers began to leave. As the last of the followers left, The Lamb fell to their knees, hands between legs. The pressure was unbearable! They tried a few times to get up, to move outside at the very least, but it was impossible. The Lamb began to shudder as their bladder let go, fully peeing on themselves. They didn't try to stifle it, they had already lost. Their wool absorbed a great deal of the accident as their crotch became heavy with urine and was dyed an off yellow. The Lamb began to groan as tiny puddle began to grow from under The Lamb. They finished their business and sat there in disbelief. They... had an accident, and in the temple no less! Panic began to set in as The Lamb began to contemplate the worst. "The followers will lose faith!" The Lamb thought wildly. "I should be able to control myself! I'll be seen as weak, I'll-" a thought struck The Lamb at that moment. Using the same powers that let them call the whole cult to the temple, The Lamb called Bretyon to meet with them. A few minutes Bretyon walked in a little nervous. "What do you need great leader?" Still behind the altar, The Lamb stood up, showing off the results of their mess. Bretyon gasped in shock and there was a moment of silence. "Some unfortunate circumstances have befallen me, and I require your assistance." "What kind of assistance?" Bretyon said trying not to blush. "Your interests have inspired me to make an addition to the doctrine a new ritual that you will help conceive." At this, Bretyon seemed to grow really excited. The Lamb figured that Bretyon believed that The Lamb was somehow engaged in their self described "obsession", but the truth of the matter was that this was an elaborate cover up to preserve the image of The Lamb and maintain faith in the followers. The Lamb called the cult back to the temple for the establishment of a new doctrine. As the followers gathered, The Lamb began to speak the holy words of commandment, declaring that there will be a mandated ritual in which all available followers will soil their garments to prove their defiance of The Old Faith and their sense of propriety. The Lamb included Bretyon in the declaration to honor them and increase their own faith as well as the faith of the others. As the commandment ended, the lamb walked into the center of the temple and the cultists arranged themselves in a circle. Bretyon began the ritual with a contented sigh as a wet patch began to form on the front of their robe the rest of the cult followed suit. Puddles began to merge as more and more robes became stained by the wastes of the cultists. By the end of it, the center of the temple had a puddle that covered the floor and caused each step to make a small splash as they exited. In all that, the cultists failed to notice that The Lamb was wet before hand, and under the guise of a new ritual, their accident was hidden. The Lamb left the temple and made their way to a nearby river as the plunged in to clean themselves of today's events. However, despite all their scrubbing, the urine had left a large stain around their crotch, and it was obvious what had occurred to them. The Lamb stared down at the stain and found that it awakened something in them. Bretyon's words echoed in their mind "The pressure, the warmth of release it's just wonderful I tell you!" The Lamb considered the words and found themselves agreeing with them. With that they relieved themselves in their wool again and this time relished the feeling. The release of pressure in their abdomen, the spreading warmth as it soaked their wool and trickled down their legs, the heavy wetness of the aftermath, The Lamb found themselves enjoying it all and internally they thanked Bretyon for opening their mind to this. Maybe this new doctrine wouldn't be more than a cover up after all.
  6. Hi everyone, I am searching for videos of wet Natalee.. I have found one on YouTube that I shared here some time ago. If anyone has any other videos of her to share, I appreciate it..
  7. Paige: My Story About How I Became A Semi Incontinent Bed Wetter Because Of Nappies. Chapter One. Hi everyone! I’m Paige, and I figured that this was probably the best place to tell my story. (Spoiler Alert: The heading pretty much sums up my story! 🤣) First, some background. I’m female, (duh!) 27 years old, and an aspiring writer. Up until recently, I’ve never had any sort of pee fetish, but I have dealt with OAB, over-active bladder issues like forever. The OAB isn’t really too bad I suppose. It’s just sometimes, I can get a sudden urge to urinate, and I’ll need to get to a bathroom ASAP. If I don’t, there’s a good chance that I’ll wet my pants a bit, or even worse, a lot. It’s not a daily, or even weekly occurrence, but it does happen sometimes, and has done ever since I was a little girl. Speaking of “Way Back Then,” I had a few instances of wet pants growing up, more than most kids did I suppose, although as I got older, my parents and I slowly worked out what could trigger it. Basically, caffeine or sugar. If I drank too much soda or energy style drinks, it would really make me start having sudden urgency and occasional accidents. It also doesn’t help that I’ve always been a really shy girl. In junior school I wet myself in class a couple of times simply because I was too shy to put my hand up and ask. Even today, I’m very shy by nature, and enjoy my own company over others, although I’m nowhere near being that shy, emotional little wreck that I was until my mid-teens. I’m probably over analysing things, but I think my childhood accidents were a lot to blame. Let’s face it. There’s nothing more mortifying for a tween aged girl than to wet herself at school in front of her classmates. As for bed wetting back then, yeah, it happened a few times, but not too often. If I can remember correctly, I think I wore pull ups to bed till I was around five? Maybe a bit older, but I was certainly not needing them by the time I’d turned six. I did wake up to wet sheets on a handful of occasions after that, but by then we were starting to get a handle on what would trigger it, and my night time liquid intake was closely monitored. It turned out that I could drink all the water or milk that I wanted to, within reason of course, but carbonated beverages were a big no-no. Of course my daytime consumption of said beverages was frowned upon as well, but it’s almost impossible to stop a kid from partaking in the illicit stuff occasionally. Think birthday parties, family gatherings, weddings and stuff. On those occasions I’d be allowed a glass or two, but my bathroom usage would be closely monitored! But, overall, my minor bladder issue was never a super big deal. Over the years I grew used to carrying spare panties in my bag, or shorts in my school stuff, and by the time that puberty really kicked in, it was almost, ALMOST, a non-event. This has obviously changed quite a bit since then.....
  8. So I worked in my downtown office all day and had a business function in the early evening. Didn't plan it ahead but I thought I should play with the bladder a little. It was quite full but not uncomfortable when I left for the cocktail. Drank wine and did networking from 5:45 to 8:00pm. I was feeling an urge to go but decided I could wait more. My last pee was around 4pm. Left for dinner, a short walk away. Had 2 pints of beers. I was definitely starting to feel like I should be going to the men's room. I decided to hold until I reached home, prepared to deal with heavy leaking if I couldn't stop it. At 20 to 10pm I left. I knew I had 45 minutes of walking - metro - walking. Ride was uncomfortable but I could hang on. I was kinda obsessed by the urging sensation. I had erotic thoughts to spice things up. I arrived home and I felt I could hold a little more but I was really uncomfortable. I let go a few mills... then more. Piss flowed right down my ankle. I slowed down and caressed myself. It felt good. I let go fully... It was a great feeling of relief, sensations, freedom. It was quite enjoyable, I will certainly do that again.
  9. I have written a few posts about my omo friend Pamela. (I wish she would join here, but she had a dreadful experience last time she joined a fetish oriented social media site, and she refuses to do it again.) Pamela’s father used to be a classical musician and is always trying to expose her to high culture. He told her he had bought her tickets to all four of Wagner’s Ring of the Nibelungs operas. She was excited at first, but then found out that these operas are over 3 hours long, and the last one is over 4. With her shaky bladder control and frequent “stress incontinence” accidents, she wondered what to do. She isn’t usually a diaper girl, but she was scrolling through fb and came across a post about Kim Kardashian wearing diapers to the Metropolitan Opera. Since Pamela is a home care nurse and many of her patients are incontinent, she has access to adult diapers any time she chooses, and in this case she thought it was a good idea. She went to the operas with her father, who was surprised that she didn’t take advantage of the extremely rare bathroom breaks. Pamela has never made a secret of her fetish life style to her parents. They are partly dependent on her nursing income, and they live next door to her, so she refuses to hide her true self when she is in her own home. Her parents think her fetish activities are horrible and perverted, but there’s nothing they can do about it. So when her father mentioned that she wasn’t taking advantage of the intermissions, she whispered to him that she was wearing diapers. He was thoroughly disgusted with her and didn’t say anything to her for the rest of the evening. But when they were driving home, he asked her, in a judgmental way, if she “used those diapers for the purpose for which they were intended.” And of course she casually acknowledged that she did, and had done so that night as well. Then she noticed that he seemed uncomfortable and was moving around a lot as he was driving, so she tried to get a good look at his pants, though it was too dark in the car for her to see much. But she told me, “He would never admit that he got a hard-on for his own daughter, but I know that he did.” So that is her diaper story, but it led to something new. Since she has had some embarrassing accidents at parties if she drinks too much and laughs too hard, she has thought about starting to wear diapers at parties. But she wants to hear from any women as to whether they have ever caught some guy looking up their skirt while they were wearing diapers, because she thinks that would be hugely embarrassing.
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    In follow-up of the tremendous work Rachel did with the upload of the "Recent Fc2 captures", downloaded some vids from http://omorashi.blog.jp/archives/ Starting from March 29 till April 8. Different situations as usual, desparation followed by wettings, deliberate wettings, skirts, knicker bikini wettings, masturbation/frottage; schoolgirls, nurses, maids, ladies next door.... Some old ones, certainly some new...
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  11. So this is my first omorashi story, so quality is not assured. I think this is pretty ok for my first time, so I hope you enjoy. Hello, my name is Aaron, and I'm a senior in highschool and looking at a glance you would describe me as a well behaved person. I currently have all As and perfect attendance, I haven't gotten detention once and I typically mind my own business when trouble starts brewing. At home my parents praise my maturity and even trust me to do important errands in their stead. But this story isn't about good behavior, it's about my quest to find the warmest feeling in this icy winter, and it starts with a series of unfortunate events. My parent's anniversary is around the corner, so they've left me home alone for the week. Of course this isn't a problem for me, as I know how to take care of myself. As I wake up, I feel the cold air on my face in great contrast to the warmth of my bed. Reluctantly I step into the cold winter air, put on my glasses, and begin to get ready. After I eat breakfast and brush my teeth, I look at myself in the mirror before choosing my outfit. Before me stands a figure about 5'10 in height, with a mixed skin tone, a bulky but not overweight kind of build, and an afro, also known as me. I pick out a light grey hoodie and dark blue sweatpants. Now that I'm dressed, I grab my coat, my backpack, and my water bottle. I make it to school on time and the day is uneventful, doing homework, taking notes, and drinking from my water bottle. I end up refilling it a couple times throughout the day and by my last hour, I can practically feel my bladder fill in real time. During the last few minutes of class one of my friends comes up to me. "Hey man I borrow your coat" "What?" So it turns out he forgot that he agreed with his parents to walk home and now he's unprepared for the weather. "C'mon man your wearing a hoodie." "I wouldn't have brought this if I didn't think I needed it." "I'm wearing shorts man! I'm going to get frostbite!" "You won't get frostbite." "... please." "... fine." I hand him my coat and at the same time, the bell rings and we're dismissed. Before I walk out into the cold, I look for a bathroom to aliviate my filling bladder, but then I remember something. To try and combat the increasing vaping problem, the staff started to lock the bathroom doors after school ends, the policy started today. So I make my way to the entrance and mentally prepare myself for the gauntlet I was about to enter. After some deep breaths, I go. As I exit the building I can already feel the cold starting to seep away at the warmth in my clothes, so I walk as fast as I dare, not running, the wind in my face is the last thing I want now. But as if the wind itself has read my mind, a strong gust had come and stolen the warmth I had tried so hard to conserve, I begin to shiver immediately. Then as if to make matters worse, I feel a warm feeling building in my stomach. My bladder is quickly filling with warm urine, but I can't give in to that kind of urge. Not only is my pride at stake, if I wet outside in this temperature I could actually start to freeze. So chilled to the bone and increasingly desperate I begin to sprint. My house is just beyond this next cross walk and as I approach it turns red. As I wait at the corner I can't keep myself from dancing, not just from the cold but from my very insistent bladder. The light finally goes off and I break back into my sprinting pace, now with a hand in my crotch. As I reach the door, shivering and trembling, I fumble with the keys trying to unlock the door while simultaneously holding back my flood without the aid of my hands. As the door opens, it's almost as if a force came over me and I can only think of one thing, warmth. Although logic dictates that emptying my bladder is much more pressing, I make my way to my room. As I pass the bathroom in the hallway I open the door to my room and crawl into bed, cuddled up in my warm sheets. As I curl up, snuggling my plush sheets, my swolen bladder just couldn't hold any more, and I soak my bed while still dressed in my hoodie and sweatpants. Such relief, as I let it all go, the warm wet bliss permeates my cold skin, compounding with the plush embrace of my blankets. It is warm, so warm~. And now, I begin to drift off, lying in a puddle of my fresh warm pee.
  12. Hey everyone 🙂 I don't remember if I got this idea from Tumblr or from here, but it takes place in a reality unlike ours in one critical way: most people never pee or poo. A minority who retain toilet needs are seen as suffering from a disability of sorts, and live with the challenges a world with far fewer toilets and no universal understanding of bodily urges would present. I hope you enjoy it. 😄 And I apologize for any formatting weirdness; it's been giving me difficulties transferring from Google Docs. Jace Harper totally had friends. He didn't see them outside of school but sat with them every day at lunch. As long as he kept succeeding at being cool, he wouldn't get grouped in and made fun of with the other weird kids. But what was infinitely uncool started happening to him in the middle of tenth grade science. It had announced itself earlier that morning, with a slight feeling of bloat on the bus ride to school. By third period, it had only gotten much worse. A strange pressure had built up in his lower belly that made him want to flex his private parts. He had no idea why, but doing that seemed to help. It did not help forever though. His muscles were getting tired and the pain and pressure had increased. It could have been his imagination, but he felt like drinking continuously from his water bottle as he was doing had somehow made the feeling worse. He eased up on it for the moment. Ms. Davies yammered on, but the tan, black-haired sophomore did not have it in him to listen. He bunched the fabric of his shirt in his armpits to absorb the sweat accumulating there. Something was undeniably wrong, but what? If he asked to go to the nurse, what would he say? A stomachache wasn't a good enough reason to leave class, nor could he say he simply didn’t feel well. He would just have to hang on and hope this mystery illness passed. Unfortunately, the full, squeezing feeling continued to swell, and spread downward to make a stabbing pang at the base of his penis. He slipped a flip-flop off and sat on his bare heel, which bought him a little relief. Still, panic had him clutching the rail on his desk, and blinking back the tears filling his eyes. Was something broken inside him and he was wasting his last few minutes of life hearing about the stages of mitosis? Or was this another feature of puberty he never learned? He had racked up enough experience with self-pleasure to notice the feeling was somewhat similar to being highly aroused, but it hurt more, and could probably not be relieved by getting off. What did seem to help some more was pushing hard with his hand between his legs instead, or pinching his member like the neck of a balloon. It didn’t stop the pressure, but helped take the burden off his burning muscles down there. Perhaps it had been too long since he touched himself last and his load was going to come out whether he came or not. Dear God he hoped not. His friend Thomas looked his way, smirking. “Dude, why are you grabbing your dick?” The way Thomas drew attention to his situation probably just made things worse, but regardless, he came off as less than sincere. Jace was staring down the barrel of making a mortifying mess of himself in front of everyone, and was less than in a hurry to have his lunch-table acquaintance join in on the spectacle. “I’m not.” Once again, what was he supposed to say? Still, he tried to be sneakier about it. Thomas had looked away by now, but Jace suddenly shuddered, like he was struck with a chill. His crotch was warm where he had been squeezing himself through his pants, and he could have sworn a bit damp as well. It could have been simply sweat from his hand from the effort of clamping it so hard, but during the shiver, it felt distinctly like something squirted out of him. As covertly as he could, he slipped a hand in his khaki shorts, touched the damp spot, and withdrew it again to look. Whew. At least it wasn’t blood, but it wasn’t the other fluid he expected either. The liquid had a unique smell to it. Not bad, but certainly different. The intensity of the pressing feeling between his legs shot up-- badly. All the ways he was coping: flexing his lower parts, sitting on his heel, crushing his shaft with a deathgrip, none of it helped enough to stave off the push now. It hurt so much, and now instead of trying to resist the feeling, his instinct was to relax. He breathed out, and let whatever was going to happen, happen. The same liquid that had made the damp spot in his underwear now started pouring out of his penis. So, so much of it. It instantly soaked his boxers with a warm wave, and made a trilling splashing noise as it kept spraying out. He sat there braced and quaking, his heart thudding as he kept getting wetter. Ms. Davies had paused her lesson now that kids had started murmuring and staring at Jace, the source of the strange sound. By then the liquid had filled his shorts and started blazing warm trails down the backs of his legs, slicking his sandals before spilling off those too onto the speckled white tile. Save for Thomas, who was murmuring, “What the fu…”, the whole class was speechless. Someone broke the silence with, “Did he hide a water balloon in his pants?" Laughter bounced around the room. Finally someone else took him seriously. "Is he okay?” The teacher repeated the question to Jace. On one hand, just about everything below the waist on him was drenched, itchy and clinging to him, and smelling. But on the other, the pressure was gone, and he appeared no worse for wear. “I dunno,” he said, “Sorry.” “It’s okay,” Ms. Davies reassured, writing him a pass, “You need someone to walk you to the clinic?” He glanced toward Thomas, then reconsidered. “I think I’ll be fine.” Despite being covered in wetness now, Jace felt better than he had all day. He tried to stand up gently, but still slung drops of the stuff everywhere and left a trail of wet footprints behind him. The nurse was the only one so far that day who seemed to have a grip on the situation. “Oh, honey,” she said, “Come on in. Just don’t sit on anything if you can help it.” Jace did as he was told and stood in the middle of the room. He went to put his hands in his pockets, but recoiled when he felt how wet they were. “Do you know what happened to me?” he asked. The nurse nodded. “Oh yeah. It was a WE. That stands for ‘waste emission.’ Yours was type-1, which is where a liquid called ‘urine’ builds up and has to come out. As luck would have it, that happens through the groin. Pretty embarrassing, but you’re not gonna die, and you probably feel better now, right?” “Yeah,” he admitted, looking away, “Just... it’s never happened before.” “Well, right now all you’ve gotta do is get cleaned up and get some dry clothes. It could be a one-and-done thing, could be once in a while, or I hate to say it but sometimes people have to deal with it several times a day.” She opened a cabinet and pulled out a P.E. uniform for him. “Okay, you just get changed in the bathroom, sit tight, and I’ll call somebody to come pick you up. We’re not gonna make you carry your wet stuff around for the rest of the day.” “Thanks,” he said. It seemed a little excessive that he should get the rest of the day off, but having something gush out of his dick in the middle of class was pretty unsettling and embarrassing. At least it wasn’t dangerous, or in front of anyone he had a crush on. The nurse notified his parents of what happened, so there was no keeping the reasoning a secret. At least when his mom came to get him, he got away with saying he didn’t want to talk about it. After a stop at the store, he would get to relax for the rest of the night-- crisis handled. At least, it was handled until the achey feeling in his belly came back in the middle of shopping. The nurse said it might happen again, but so soon? His sandals weren’t even fully dry from when he had urine running out his shorts before. Was he going to have another WE incident in the store? He swallowed and tried to look normal, but started to lag behind as his steps had gotten smaller. When his mom turned around, there was no hiding his discomfort. “You alright?” she asked, “Is it happening again?” “No,” he snapped, crossing his arms, “I’m just ready to be out of here already.” That second part was not quite a lie, at least. He did not want to become some weirdo or sympathy case. He just needed somewhere to let the liquid out discreetly, and home was better than here. The pressure spiked more sharply now than the first time though. What took the better part of several hours to reach a critical point this morning was now taking just a few minutes. On top of that, having to walk around made controlling himself a lot harder than when he got to sit and focus. He settled for rubbing the hem of his grey shirt, crossing one knee over the other, bouncing his heels, and when he thought no one was looking, squeezing his crotch. That’s what felt better than trying any other methods, but it was the most obvious. He saved it for when the pushing got really bad. As he suspected, it was not long before even those tactics started to fail. His stomach hurt, the muscles behind his penis trembled, and all he wanted to do was relax like before and feel it shoot out. In hindsight, it had felt amazing. Even the anticipation that came with being full and squirmy like this brought a little excitement with it. As much as to stop the WE from happening, he started squeezing his dick to hide the fact that it was getting stiff. The severity of the urge brought him back to reality though. It was insanely gross, and more messed-up still to get pleasure from a strange medical condition. And even if he enjoyed the release, he and his mom would probably be kicked out of the store if he made a puddle again. For that reason he had to hold on. Or maybe… A devious thought materialized to him: if it were possible to let out just a little at a time, like last time when it made a tiny spot on his underwear. He was going commando in his P.E. shorts, so almost any amount would run right out, but few would notice, let alone be able to trace little drops back to him if he leaked here and there while walking around. It would just have to be his dirty secret. The difficulty of letting out just a little took him by surprise. Every time he started to let up, it felt like it would be a huge spray. But eventually, he got the touch right, and managed a controlled squirt. One burst landed warmly on his shin, with a few other drops turning into shiny splats on the floor. He didn’t even feel any in his pants until the wet part brushed against his upper thigh. Now a new problem presented itself: he started getting erect again. Having no underwear and only the thin navy shorts to cover him, he would have to adjust himself to avoid pitching a horrible, WE-spotted tent in public. He tucked the head up into his waistband, hoping his shirt would not come up and expose him. It would have to do. Another fun side-effect came from his new arrangement: when he let some liquid out, it spilled over the tip of his penis and trickled down past his balls. When he continued to leak, he got it to keep dripping from there onto his inner thighs. If anyone from school found out he was doing this, it would make him social poison. To be seen talking to him would mean instant shunning by association. It turned his stomach to think of what would happen if he were to be found out. But at the same time, he really had no choice. The WE was coming whether he let it out slowly, or tried to stop it and it happened all at once. Might as well keep leaking to have some measure of control over the mess. He walked and dribbled. It seemed his plan was working, as most of it ran down his legs where he could rub his calves together and render it invisible. The rest made dark spots on his shorts, but their color and half coverage from his shirt made it hardly noticeable. Hardly noticeable to strangers, perhaps. At one point, his mother caught sight of him-- wet shorts, shiny legs, and all. She leaned in close and sternly whispered, “You told me you weren’t having another WE. What are we supposed to do now?” “I don’t know,” he protested, coming down from the high of having started to slowly wet himself again, “It just kind of snuck up on me.” She nodded toward the front door. “Go outside. You’re gonna make a mess.” “It’s almost done, do I really have to?” Standing by himself outside, especially in the bright sunlight, would be much more attention-grabbing than getting the partial cover of shopping. He would look like a total disaster. Best to avoid that if he could. “Yes, you have to!” she urged. “You’re being ridiculous, you’re soaking wet. I’m not kidding. I’m not mad at you, but I don’t want them to kick us out and I have to pay for this stuff first. I’d rather not make another trip some other time.” “Urgh!” As much as the groan he made was in protest of her decision, it was also a result of his ongoing struggle. His WE was not even close to “almost done.” Even while he argued with her, he squirmed and danced in place. His muscles had already become used to half-relaxation when the pressure ramped up without warning. Just as before, it started rushing out. He bit his lip and tried pinching his dick shut, but it was no use. The way he had his member tucked into his waistband made the stream shoot upwards into his shirt. He managed to point it off to the side in his pants after a moment, for what little difference it made. His grey shirt now had a large, extremely distinct wet spot on the front, and his left pant leg served as the spout for a vigorous warm WE spray that rained down to form an impressive puddle. At this rate his flip-flops might never have been dry again. His mother grabbed his arm. “Come on,” she said quietly, “Let’s just pay for this stuff and go. What am I gonna do with you?” “I just wanna know why this is happening all the sudden,” Jace said. His mom sighed. “I’m sorry I snapped at you, but this worries me. I want to figure it out for your sake.” At least they managed to escape the grocery store without being accosted by management. After a somewhat smelly car ride and aching belly from all the exertion, he somehow stayed dry for the rest of the evening. Perhaps he did have a chance for things to go back to normal.
  13. So I don't think I've ever told anyone this story before, let alone posted it on here, but I figured that I would share it now. So this is the story of my first deliberate wetting, which is what made me realize I love peeing myself! It's not too crazy of a story, it's simple really, but I wanna share it. So this was about 4 years ago, give or take, and I was home alone. Now, I was already into omorashi related stuff, I mean, I was looking up videos on YouTube and other sites of people wetting themselves. I had never imagined myself to be doing the wetting. I recall myself just sitting around, hanging out in my room. My mom had wanted me to do some chores that day, but I had been putting it off all day long. I do know for a fact that I was watching a video of a girl pissing her pants, and the way that the pee seemed to just crawl out of her pants and down her legs intrigued me. After I was done watching the video, I was watching TV or something like that in my room. I don't think I had peed in a while, considering the fact my bladder started to fill up. I was going to go to the bathroom, when I had thought I heard a car door close from outside, and it hit me that I hadn't done any of the chores my mom had asked me to do. So, I quickly ran into my kitchen, tossed some dishes into the dishwasher, and I ran around the house in record time, doing chores, until I realized that my mom wasn't really home. I was just hearing things or something. But I didn't know when she would show up, so I continued doing the chores. The last thing I had to do was laundry, and my washing machine is in my old basement. I started to do it, when I realized that I was so desperate to pee. I was crossing my legs as I threw clothes into the machine, and took wet clothes out, and put them in the dryer. The wet clothes made me only have to go worse, but then I had an idea. I wanted to see what it would be like to pee myself. I kept thinking about it, and telling myself that it was gross and that it should only be kept to people who like peeing themselves. But I had realized that I never actually peed myself, at least, not since I was a kid. I kept debating it in my head, until I decided that it wasn't worth it, because I didn't know if my mom would pull up right then. I decided that I would just go pee on the toilet, when my phone rang. It was my mom. She had told me that she would be home in like 15 minutes or something like that. I hung up the phone, and stood there, in my basement. I was wearing jeans that day, and they were actually really tight on me. So they didn't do any justice to my bladder. Finally, I just decided to let it out. Yolo, right? It was my first deliberate wetting, and I'll admit that it felt weird. I felt really dirty doing it. The smell of my own pee was what really surprised me. The warmth growing down my legs felt weird, but the fact that it felt burning hot was interesting, and I felt myself getting horny from it. It had mostly went down one leg, but I ended up squatting on the floor of my basement for the rest of it. By the time I was finished, my heart was pounding and I felt like I had just robbed from a store. Part of me felt guilty doing it, like I shouldn't have done it. But my mom wasn't home, so she didn't know. I took a picture of the basement floor and how big my puddle was. I mopped up the puddle to the best I could, and I did it in my soaked jeans. I went back into my room, and looked at myself in the mirror. It was such a rush to see piss on my jeans. I snapped a picture of my pants because I knew that I would do it again, so I wanted a "memory" saved of it. Right after I took the photo, I remember shoving my hand deep inside my pants and feeling my panties, which were wet, and my hand found its way to my pussy, and for the next period of time, I lied on my floor, and I fingered myself so hard, it brought me to an orgasm that felt out of this world. I remember that the orgasm was incredible because of the rush I got. Now, like a lot of people, I usually moan to myself subconsciously while I get off, but I remember that when I hit that orgasm, it hit me so hard that I let out a super loud wail. When I pulled myself together, I knew that this would be something I would do for many more times. I remember jumping in the shower, and by the time I got out, my mom was home. She asked if the laundry was in the washing machine, which I told her yes. I had my dirty clothes right next to my side when I was talking to her, and she had told me that she didn't want to do an extra load, so she would just take my clothes from me and she'd throw them in the washing machine. I remember insisting on telling her no, and that I would be the one to put my clothes in the wash for her. She seemed confused but she went with it. And that was the story of what got me into self-urination. I don't really reach that ground-shaking orgasm as much anymore when I deliberately pee myself nowadays, but whenever I have a legit accident, usually in public, the embarrassment turns me on afterwards, and I usually get that same feeling. I'd love to hear everyone else's first deliberate wetting stories!
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  15. Fiction story: You are awake in the morning, but not out of bed yet. It's Saturday, after all. Then you hear water flowing. It's too much to be the ice maker, and it sounds like it's coming from the bathroom. You arise to investigate. Suddenly, you realize this might be an intruder. After all, if a burglar needed to pee while he was on the job, why wouldn't he? You move forward slowly, with as much stealth as your plump, fluffy body allows (quite a lot, actually). Peeking through the open door, a fantastic sight meets your eyes. Toriel, your love retreated, is standing in front of the sink, facing away from you. She is completely naked, her features and curves even more beautiful than you remembered. Most amazing of all, however, is that she is pissing harder than you thought possible, seemingly effortlessly. You continue to edge forward. The sink overflows with Toriel's unending donation of golden urine, unable to contain it all. Without stopping, she turns her head, and looks at you. She smiles. "Well," she says, "aren't you the naughty one, Gorey..." Real story: So, I opened up this asset of a bathroom, and I found it didn't even have a toilet! Let alone a bathtub. Well, someone would need to deal with that! I have no explanation as to why Toriel would plug the sink, though, unless she wanted to spill...
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  18. View File Wetting denim shorts I touch myself a little before wetting my shorts. I then remove them and continue to pee until my bladder is empty. Submitter melikai Submitted 12/04/2022 Category Female  
  19. A big turn on/fantasy for me is losing control or deliberately wetting while in the arms of a partner and them losing control or deliberately wetting aswell. I have always been a sucker for cuddling as it is in my eyes one of the strongest forms of bonding put there and I just feel it is very nice and wholesome. Sometimes about throwing omo into the mix and feeling both you and your partners hot piss sort of mixing as you embrace while you both experience the same exact relief just seems really nice and not even in a overly sexual way. So this begs the question, what are your thoughts on this. Does someone else share this fantasy or is this one hyper specific to me?
  20. Introduction: Hi! This is sort of my first fiction I've ever written. Probably the longest text I've ever written that wasn't school related. I appologise in advance. English is like my third language, I'm not as fluent as I'd like to be, and even in my own language my story-telling skills suck. If you liked it, that is great. If you didn't like it, please write something that is good then, and share it with our whole community to enjoy! Margaret's biggest in awhile: Margaret stood at the check out line of the grocery store in her local shopping mall. To her fellow shoppers her pose might have come of as a causual feminine stand, there she was behind her almost full cart with her left foot on its toe and knee turned slightly inwards. The truth was, she wasn't concious about it, she just tried to gather her thoughts on what she had picked up and if she had forgotten something. Normally when Margaret went to the store, it was like top 5 things she had to pick up, but tonight was abit out of the ordinary. About a week ago, she had gotten a WhatsApp-message from her old roommate from Universty, Christina, wich she actually hadn't met in person since, what had it been now, 10 months, when they graduated last June. They were besties and all that, but after finishing their degrees they had both gotten a job back in their respective home towns, wich was sadly in quite a distance from each other. Margaret majored in bio engeneering, her friend in cardiology. After abit of texting last week, Christina had said that she had a whole weekend off this week, and as she worked as a hospital nurse that really didn't happen very often. Margaret had been quick to suggest that her friend come stay over at her place for the whole weekend. If Christina traveled up on Friday, Margaret could likely dish up a late night dinner for them. Saturday they could check out the nightlife in town, and Sunday they could just chill out at home before Christina had to travel back in the evening. Both had agreed that this was a fantastic idea, no one knew how long it would be till the next opportunity arose, it could be another 10 months, so they decided to just do it. This is why Margaret was standing at the check out line with an unusually loaded cart this particular Friday afternoon. It was after work rush hour, and on a Friday, you can imagine the stores were quite crowded. The line felt like it had lasted forever. But finally! The person right infront of Margaret was now the one being serviced at the register, so she took a step forward, gently stroaked her wawy brown hair behind her ears and started loading her items on to the counter. Vegetables, taco shells, spices, extra toilet paper, meat, some toast bread, a couple of cases with beer and a box of red wine (hey, no one care how sophisticated it is, as long as it gives you a buzz, right). She had planned to "surprise" Christina with tacos, it's what they used to have every Friday for the 5 years they used to live together. By the time Margaret had unloaded her cart the guy in front of her had finished, so she stepped forward to the register, asked for 5 plastic bags, paid, then walked to the end of the counter and started loading the groceries into the bags. While standing there, her right leg now sort of migrated to the same possition her left leg was in earlier. Foot on its toe and knee turned slightly inwards. Any boys who might have walked by could also have noticed that her big shapely buttocks seemed to be alittle tighter than normal, as if she were flexing them abit. The truth was, she really needed to use a restroom quite badly, and this was her body's practically subconcious way of relieving some pressure off of her pelvic muscles. Margaret was of course aware of this need, but she paid very little attention to it, and at 8/10 it's not like it was an emergency yet. She straigtened her right foot and put it down on the floor so that she stood there with her legs sort of loosely crossed over her calfs while she finished packing up her things. Five bags ready, she had to reposition her fingers a few times to catch a good grip on it, it was heavy, but with about equal weight in both hands this should be fine, and she started walking out of the check out area, into the main alleyway of the shopping mall, and towards the front entrence. Margaret was quite a sight on any day, with her volupteous curves, but walking down the mall this day with heavy bags in both her arms, and trying to keep her shoulders straight, it kind of accentuated her large breasts, that wabbled alittle bit with each step she took. She herself was not very confident with her body, all her friends were much slimmer, she thought she looked like a plump hippo, big boobs, a round buttom, and most of all she hated how her belly would sort of fold over the edge of her jeans/pants when she was sitting or bending. (Stupid girl, no one's stomack is flat when they are sitting down, she looked gorgeous). As she passed the restrooms, she shook her head to one side in an attempt to get one stubborn wawy brown hair lock out of her face. Her lovely blue eyes shot a longing look over her shoulder at the lady's sign in the short moments after she passed her last opportunity to go before getting home. It was too much of a hassle to get in there with all these bags, so without hesitation she continued out to the parking lot, and found her car. Under normal circumstances she might even have considered stopping by the toilets for a quick pee, but not with all the bags, and she actually needed to do alot more than a neat little pee. It was however her bladder that kept nagging her the most though. She hadn't peed since lunch break, wich wasn't uncommon for her, she never peed inbetween luch break and upon getting home, but this day the shopping had taken longer than anticipated, and she could now feel her bladder press in her lower stomach area. Of course the shopping could've been done any of the previous 5 days, but Margaret had it with procrastinating everything. In the middle of the parking lot she halted for half a minute or so, partially so she could put down her bags and stretch her fingers, but equally much so she could cross her legs and bend over a little bit. It was quite bad, Margaret hadn't had to go this bad in several months. Her dark blue jeans were like painted on, skin tight, and kept pushing right around her waste line, and it didn't help that her intestines put pressure on her bladder from the inside either. Pooping was never something clockwork and regular for Margaret, she went number two maybe every other day or so, and it was usually one or two solid logs, but the consistency depended alot on what she had eaten. It was one of these big solid regular movements that was now filling her bowels, and making that extra pressure on her balloon of pee behind her uthrea. After renewing her grip of her shopping bags, she continued to her car. A few meters before she reached the old rusty Toyota that she called her car, she let rip this long muffled fart. She could feel the warmth linger in her bikini panties while it slowly seeped through the fabric. It lessened the pressure on her bladder ever so slightly. "Fuck, I really don't wanna piss myself today!" Margaret thought as she reached her Toyota, and opened the back door in order to put in her groceries. Soon she would be in the privacy of her own car, that could only make it easier to hold herself. Even if she did loose a few spurts on the drive home, it wouldn't be a big deal, no one would see it, and it was far from the first time her driver's seat had been dampened by urine. She just didn't want it to happen today. Today was going to be a good day, Christina was coming. Besides, she had been doing so good lately, not even dribbled in her underwear in atleast 3 weeks, and she didn't want to break that possitive chain. You see, Margaret kind of had a habbit of never going to the toilet untill it was absolutely necessary, not because she despiced using public facillities or something, but more because she couldn't be bothered, and always tended to overestimate how easy it would be to hold it and just go at a later stage. It wasn't rare for Margaret to first head to the toilet after she had felt a few dribbles in her panties, or after she had started turtleheading. This, understandably, lead to freqent minor mishaps, and atleast a handful of times a year it would result in a full on shoe soaking and/or panty filling accident. This was not something Margaret was proud of, nor was she particularilly embarrassed about it either. It was just something that happens. Most of the friends she had had throughout the years had never teased her over it, some would be sympathetic, others would try as good as possible to act oblivious about the fact that their friend had just had an accident. Christina was one of the few that actually aknowledged it, she would kind of lightheartedly try to laugh and joke it off whenever it happened infront of her, and boy had it happened infront of her many times during the years they lived together. About every time they were coming home from a party, or just a long school day or something, Margaret would sprint ahead as soon as their apartment block was in sight, and by the time Christina made it inside and was taking off her jacket and shoes, Margaret would sheepishly emerge from the bathroom and head to her bedroom with a wet patch the size of a dinner plate on her jeans or dress. Other times Christina would come in to a pungent smell in the hallway, and hear the shower running. But back to this day, all this was to say that Margaret was no stranger to having accidents. She just really really didn't want to start of this great weekend with a big cleanup, even though the urgency of her needs more and more started to make her realize that the inevitable was going to happen. Margaret shut the trunk, and walked up to the driver's door, crossed her legs while she opened it, and then slowly lowered her thick beautiful rounded butt into the seat. "God, I'm fucking not gonna make, again! Damn!!" Margaret thought to herself as her butt hit the seat, and the waistband and top button of her slim fit jeans dug into her lower belly, and a sharp pain became apparrent at the top of her bladder. She cursed herself for not going before she left work, this pain was too much to endure for her. Margaret was somewhat of a crybaby, if she felt any sort of pain, she would instantly start to feel tears well up in her eyes, and something tighen in the back of her throat. It was often at this stage she started leaking, partially because her muscles were too numb to hold back anymore, and partially she let it happen because it might relieve some of the pain. This was reaching that level of bad really fast. "I'm never gonna make this anyway, I might as well let out a good few spurts, this hurts, and I kinda already have to shower from this sweaty struggle of a drive home it's gonna be". The car could be cleaned. She knew from experience that if she scrubbed the seat with soapwater and let it air out, the smell of an accident would be mostly gone by 3-4 days. Actually, the center of the seat was a tiny bit discolored from all the times it had been wet, and on warm days a faint odor could almost always be smelled in this car, but not bad enough that anyone would notice unless they knew it was there. Not that it mattered, she commuted alone anyway. The Toyota gave a roar as Margaret put it in gear, backed out of the parking spot, and turned out of the parking lot and on to the road. Sitting down driving, it was impossible to cross her legs, so she sat with her legs normally, but her left knee were bumping up and down at a rapid pace. Suddenly the knee stopped, her left hand shot to her croth and she sqeezed her thighs together. A few droplets left her labias and trickled down her perineum towards her asshole. Then a couple of more followed the same path. Margaret could feel a tiny bit of dampness on her index and middle finger. This was no use. She put her hand back up at the steering wheel, and let her legs migrate out to a natural sitting possition. No debate was needed in her mind, a decission was made to try relieve some of this pressure. She let out one half second spurt. Then a 1 second spurt. Then another 1 second spurt. By now an area around her whole pussy and down to her asshole was covered in hot wetness. It hadn't helped anything to relieve the pain inside her though. If anything, this had only intensified the urgency. "Screw it!" Magaret said out loud to herself. She sighed heavily, and her shoulders dropped atleast a couple of centimeters when she completely relaxed her pelvic muscles. An audible hiss could be heard as the stream grew to hit her clothes with full force. Now the wetness spread out over her whole buttocks, it went up inside her groins to completely circumference her hips. Then it proceeded to wet the insides and undersides of her thighs down to the knees, some pee started to pool up between her legs, and a little bit went up her buttcrack and wet the lowest of her back. "Aaah!" she sighed, "I fucking knew I wouldn't make it, I haven't pissed myself this bad since I passed out at Jordan's party, but heck what a relief". It felt like her whole lower half was wrapped up in a warm soggy towel. But her body wasn't finished yet. As the last drops of pee made their way out, she could feel a fart brewing. Without thinking properly, Margaret just let it rip like she would do anytime she was alone. In her euphoric relief she had halfway forgotten how badly she needed to go number two too. Two days worth pressing on her sphincter. She could possibly have helt it in untill she came home, but when she let out this 3 second fart, it set the whole process in motion. The first half was like a normal rippling fart, "prrftprr". The second half of it was like when you can feel air going around a big turd inside you, and sort of seep out through a half open asshole, "ffffffff". When the fart ended, her asshole never closed, the poop was right at the edge of her ring. Margaret tried to squeeze it back inside, but moving anything upwards seemed quite impossible, and squeezing only made something shift further up in the intestines, and it hurt alot. "I gotta pinch off a nugget". This was also not something too unfamiliar for Margaret. In fact, the last time this had happened was in January. Sometimes when she helt her poop for too long, it would start to turtlehead beyound the point where it could be pressed back in, typically this would happen on her drive home, and Margaret would often just let it slide out untill it stopped agaist the seat and pinch off the end of her poop in her underwear. A golfball or two was usually enough to make her able to hold it till she could finish on the toilet, atleast if she wasn't wearing a belt, then a bit more might typically squeeze out as she fidgeted and struggled to undo her clothes. Margaret relaxed her sphincter. "A little shit won't make any difference, the seat is already drenched in piss". The head of an enormous poop started slowly sliding out, and this felt just like doing a normal poop on the toilet, untill it met resisistance, it coiled up alittle bit right around her asshole, and formed a mushroom head the size of a potato, before it stopped. This was abit more than she had anticipated, and the part that was stuck inside her ring right then was so hard that she didn't know if she could even pinch it off. Margaret squeezed with all her strength, in one big effort her face scrunched up and her knokles whitened around the steering wheel, but she was unable to clench it off. When she relaxed again to draw her breath, the poop inched alittle bit further than before, as it filled out where the squeeze had flattened some poop and created alittle room. "Christ, it's a biggie". This was a very uncomfortable, sitting there with the log half in half out, something needed to be done. She started pushing, "mhmm". The poop extended slowly, and the warm ball around her asshole grew slightly, and it stopped again. With her butt sitting down, and her skintight jeans, the poop had no place to go. She kind of bit her lower lip, pressed her back against the back of her car seat, tried to hold her feet steady while still driving, and lifted her butt off the seat. "Mmmhhrrrrmmh". Her face grimaced up, her asshole stretched to its limit, and this hot sticky pancake spread out her buttocks. "Grrrrr". Her buttcrack was packed all the way up. There was still a pretty wide part going through her asshole. She panted alittle bit, and gave a final push. "MmGrrrhmmmgrrrr". The last bit of the poop was quite abit softer and warmer, it coiled up right around her assring, and to finish it off a 3 second spurt of piss shot out and splattered all over the already soaked seat. After a few heavy sighs and alittle breathing, she slowly lowered herself down into sitting again. The poop was so hard it hardly flattened at all. It felt like she were sitting on a melon. The insides of Margaret's thighs already started to feel abit cool against her skin, as she pulled the Toyota into the main road and caught up with an SUV that were driving 10 km/h below the speed limit. "This ought to be one of the biggest craps I've ever taken on myself, glad I didn't wear a thong today, that would've been a mess", Margaret kind of nonchalantly thought to herself. She wasn't looking forward to the cleanup at all, and she never ever intended to have any accidents, but when they did happen it was never a big deal to her. She just saw it as another 15 minutes before she could start dinner. "Everybody piss and shit, pretty much several times a day, sometimes alittle bit ends up up in our underwear, so what, humans make mistakes, it's life". Wich was true though, all of Margaret's friends had had atleast one accident that she knew about. Christina, whom Margaret had lived together with for 5 years, had atleast had 4 accidents that she know of. 3 times Chistina had wet her bed after a drunk party, and one time she had an upset stomach while out jogging, and did a messy load in her running tights. But nothing came close the frequency she herself had full blown accidents though, wich had to be like every two three months or so. Margaret thought nothing more of it. It wasn't strange for her at all. "I guess some people piss themselves alittle more often, just like some people grow muscles faster than others, and some people even like pineapple on pizza, we're all genetically different". From her accident, her mind soon wandered off to the rediculously slow driver infront of her, and she wondered the hell this person had gotten his license. She turned on the blinker and drove passed this lame ass car. Luckily, the rest of the 10 minute drive home went on without anything noteworthy. She pulled into the driveway of the old douplex suburbian house she could afford to buy half of when she moved back here. "Home, sweet home! Best place morgage can buy!". Margaret stopped under the roofed parking spot on her side of the house, eased herself out of the car, picked up her groceries from the back and waddled inside. By now the jeans were all cold and sticky. She left the shopping just inside the door to the kitchen, and hurried stiff legged to the bathroom. The saturated denim clung to Margaret's shapely thighs, and left a glistening shine on her upper legs as the pants were pulled off on the bathroom floor, then she hung her jeans over the edge of the laundry hamper to dry, and she could put on a wash after she had prepared the dinner. Now she squatted above the toilet, pulled down her heavily loaded bikini panties just enough to flip it around and dump the load, then she stepped into the shower with her panties still around her thighs to start the procedure of cleaning herself up. .....................................................................................Thanks alot for reading!.................................................................................................................................................
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    Heres a new little clip. I felt really horny and wet my bed just now! 🤭💕
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    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Two minigirls peeing on your computer. Yes it is your one - you just haven't seen them doing it. But I have. So I drew it. Nude version available on request
  24. View File ⭐ Pink Panties Bedwetting! New clip. Heres a new little clip. I felt really horny and wet my bed just now! 🤭💕 Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 12/18/2021 Category AliceWetting  
  25. I have been wanting to do a sneaky wetting in public for a while, but I am NOT interested in being seen or noticed at all, so I’ve always chickened out. Today I decided to just go for it! I was going for a run, and I know from experience that my leggings hardly show any wetness. I’ve never wet in them before, but I’ve been plenty sweaty in them, and they’re basically sweat camouflage. 😄 I even did a tiny dribble before I went out, both to reassure myself that it wouldn’t show, and to put myself in the right mood, so to speak. 😈 It was a new experience to start a run with wet fabric touching my delicate areas! Very naughty. The run itself was uneventful, but on my cool-down walk I tried to let some out. Turns out I can’t actually pee while moving, so I stopped to “stretch”. While leaning on a lamppost, I was able to relax my muscles enough to let it flow. And WHAT. A. RUSH!!! I actually spurted a bit more forcefully than I had intended and had a moment of panic when I couldn’t immediately pinch off the flow! It kept going for a couple of seconds longer than I planned. I was only going for a sneaky wet spot right at my crotch — a little tiny leak — but instead I could feel the wetness run about a third of the way down both thighs. 🙀 I didn’t dare look down! There was nobody nearby, but I didn’t want to draw any attention to myself, in case it was very visible. While I was approaching my door, my neighbor waved at me from around 50 feet away, and I made like the Madagascar penguins, “just smile and wave!”, acutely aware of the wetness between my legs that I was hoping was not too visible. Heart hammering, I made it inside and was relieved to find that it was almost impossible to spot the wetness, thank God! I could barely see it myself, knowing exactly where the outline was, so it would have been impossible for anyone else to see. Holy crap, what an amazing feeling, though! I wet my pants in public (a little, at least), and got away with it! 💛 I think I’ll probably want to do that again…
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