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This somewhat silly scene is closely based on a dream I had last month where a story I wrote was magically acted out before my eyes. I couldn't think of a good title. The nubile young servant walked toward her appointment with great trepidation. In a rarely-used room in the oldest part of the castle she found a deteriorating yet functional door which led to an even more neglected place. She had to test each stair with one foot before shifting her weight because many stones had come loose with age. Others were badly broken or completely missing. She had to stretch, creep, and hop to get from one safe footing to another. The spoiled state of the spiral staircase wasn't the only reason she went down so slowly. She dreaded what awaited her at the bottom. The queen suspected the servant had slept with the king, and the younger woman couldn't deny the charge. The look on her face had said it all. He was the best she'd ever had, which wasn't a heroic feat considering her previous partners had been a few peasant boys and a monk she'd tempted out of celibacy. The queen had instructed her to discuss the matter privately in the lower keep, mentioning that the door would be unlocked. The look on the older woman's face had suggested this meeting wouldn't be a conversation, but rather a fight to the death. The brief confrontation had also told her the queen knew another one of her secrets. Like many people in this kingdom, the servant was a monster, though not one of the more powerful ones. Her inhuman bodily compressions and contortions allowed her to wriggle in and out of places when no one was looking thanks to the many gaps, holes, and shafts located throughout the castle. The lower keep had been her very own secret hiding place, owing to the fact that the heavy rusted door had been locked for ages. It seemed to be forgotten by everyone besides the slithy monster, but evidently the queen knew of her sojourns to this long-overlooked room and possessed the key to unlock it. Her limbs were unsteady and her entrails were unsettled, but she commanded her body to reach the appointed place. She found the door at the bottom of the stairway open. The space beyond was dark, cold, and quiet as a tomb. The lower level was one big empty room. Whatever was once kept there had been moved out long ago, leaving only a scattering of rotten wood and rusted metal. The walls were bare stone, decorated only with cobwebs. In the center she found the queen standing as proud and still as an ancient statue. The queen was much older than the king's illicit lover, but possessed a mature elegance that outshined the other woman's youthful beauty. She had a triangular face with rounded cheeks, angled eyebrows, and small yet cushiony lips. Her perfectly coifed auburn hair was topped with a crown covered in smooth crimson gems and sharp golden prongs. Her broad yet shapely figure was mostly concealed beneath ornate red and gold royal raiment. She looked strangely formal, posing in full regalia in the middle of the dingy grey room. Only her golden-brown eyes moved as she sized up the adulteress. She saw a meek-looking brunette in a white toga with a mouth hanging half-open and a bosom constantly throbbing as a trembling hand reached for a small dagger concealed among the straps of a leather sandal. "Tell me, servant girl, are you more concerned with preparations for physical conflict than the protocols of your station? Do you think the situation so dangerous you must dispense with the bows and words of address to your queen in order to draw your weapon and brace your body for combat? Aren't you afraid I'll chastise you for such a breach of etiquette?" The young woman remained silent, knowing the frail-voiced and inarticulate responses she could give in this situation would only show her weakness compared to the sonorous and calmly collected words of the queen. Instead she brandished her dagger and let her human disguise melt away. She had fangs and blue skin, but didn't look much more fearsome, and certainly didn't look much less fearful. That fear was multiplied when the older woman revealed her own monster form. Her russet locks became green stalks with spiky pincers at the ends that snapped like frenzied serpents. Her enormous ornamental sleeves were filled with writhing green tendrils. Larger appendages like python tails spilled out from under her dress. Only the face of her façade was retained, and so the horrors of her natural countenance remained hidden behind the magical mask of a peach-skinned hazel-eyed lady. The queen's powers of disguise were so great that various inanimate objects on her person transformed when she pulled back the veil of illusion. Her scepter was a sturdy mace, the ornament on the front of her belt was a set of thumb-screws, the purse hanging to the side was a coiled length of rope, and her necklace was a bone-saw. The servant's fear was doubled again when she saw these implements and thought about what she could do to her with them. The great green monster's many sinuous limbs allowed her to glide along the uneven stone floor as if it were ice, backing the petite blue beast into the only corner of the keep she couldn't weasel out of. She lost grip of her dagger and her bowels. The queen was closing in on her and unwinding the rope when she suddenly stopped. "Did you soil yourself?" The young monster who was paralyzed with fear was now stricken with embarrassment as well, making her cheeks turn a deep blue. She eventually managed a nod in response. "Spread your legs and plant your feet." The servant did as she was told, and in a moment two monstrous feelers were holding up the layers of fabric covering her lower body while several more ran up and down her legs and made little tugs on her underwear. Even more horrid despite the appearance of humanity were the queen's eyes, which alternated between examining the servant's body and glaring straight at her face. The older woman's austere visage was transformed by a fiendish closed-mouthed smile when she saw the bulge hanging behind the inner thighs. "Now turn around." When the servant obeyed the queen was further delighted by the full sight of the undergarment's befoulment. The near-solid bar of excrement hung pendulously in the seat of the young woman's underwear, its liquid component staining the white cloth brown. Its rearward protrusion was still discernible when the feelers released the fabric and let the clothing hang normally. "Face me." When the servant turned around the queen was human again. She resumed her own disguise, but was powerless to change the appearance or odor of her garments. "Our duel is done. You may return to your quarters. I will accompany you and correct you if you stray from the chosen route." The relieved yet embarrassed woman awkwardly toddled across the empty room, the wobbling weight in her underwear terribly blatant. The queen followed far behind and kept smiling while the younger woman waddled up the steps toward further humiliation upstairs.

Alright but being desperate/peeing in your dream is one of the best experiences ever. Like I sometimes dream about it and from what I can recall when I wake up its amazing (I dont wet the bed so thats a plus for me) Like it just feels so weird but so good I swear.

View File Peeception A girl has a dream within a dream. In each dream, she wets herself, causing her to wet the bed in real life. Submitter Jdhdbdbdbb Submitted 04/23/2023 Category Female  

Has anyone here had omorashi-related dreams? I know I have. Here are a few of my favourites: My first one (that I can remember) was about when I with someone. We are sitting around and the person was crossing their legs and doing a pee dance. Another was a bathroom line. Another was a pee holding contest me and my boyfriend did after we both got to his house bursting to pee. I can make that into a bigger fiction tale if you want.

I had a dream about Rarity from My Little Pony wetting herself on stage and thought to post it. Since it was a lewd dream somethings are a little weird or unfitting but I tried my best to explain things how I understood them in the dream, and just rolled with other things. (Rarity is a human in this story, and no other mlp characters are present, but she was Rarity in the dream so I kept that the same) It was commonly known that Rarity was an excellent flute player. Her talent on stage with the instrument was only topped by her fashion skills, and those were old news. She wanted to diversify her interests and talents, so she decided that she would perform on stage at a popular music studio playing a song for many people. She was greatly excited for this opportunity, so much so that she could barely focus on anything else, not even her own needs. Rarity was in the car with the generous man who had allowed her this opportunity, Maine Starr (odd name, but whatever), when she realized that she hadn't used the toilet that morning. The pressure in her bladder was small, but growing. "Excuse me, Mr. Starr, sir," she asked. "When would we be able to... eh" "Rarity, darling, if whatever you have to say isn't EXACTLY about the show, I'm afraid I'm just too busy to hear it," he dismissed. Rarity nodded back and turned to look out the window, the raindrops patting on the glass rhythmically, making them hard for her to look at. The wait to arrive felt slightly longer than it was. The next part will be updated soon!

Here's a little something I just whipped up on a lark. Enjoy! --- You are walking hurriedly through a massive office building. You are weaving around a seemingly endless maze of desks, cubicles, and printers. For a brief moment, you forget where you’re heading in such a rush. Then you realize you need to deliver an important portfolio of reports to the Big Boss. He’s going to be in a bad mood, and you’d better hurry. You’re so worried about making your delivery, you don’t notice that the office floor is very dimly lit, and you can only see a few yards ahead of you. You don’t care that the brightest objects you see as you speed through are soda machines, seemingly everywhere, all with bright florescent signs advertising Wet! Cola, all gurgling with the sound of running water, like normal vending machines. And you don’t have time to consider all these wet spots on the carpet, or where they came from, or why you have an urge to splash in them. You are only focused on two facts: One, if you don’t deliver these reports soon, you’re going to be in a lot of trouble with the Big Boss. And that’s unfortunate, because you have no idea where you need to deliver it, only that you need to hurry. And two, you need to go to the bathroom. Badly. But there’s no time for that now! But by sheer luck, you suddenly find yourself right outside the Big Board Room! Success! Without knocking, you open the large double doors and waling on in. The Big Board Room has a long conference table that seems to run on for a quarter mile. And a businessman in every chair is looking right at you, annoyed at the interruption. At the far end of the table, you see the Big Boss, standing, his face red with anger. You walk down the length of the table, all the businessmen swivel in their chairs to stare at you. Until finally, you reach the end. “Here are those reports you wanted, sir.” But even as you hand the portfolio to the irate Big Boss, you realize with a sinking heart that you forgot the most important report of all: Analysis P! “Where’s the P Report? Damn it, we need that P!” he says, slamming the papers down on the table for emphasis. “The P is mission critical! And if you can’t handle it, you’re going to be let go!” In the corner of the Big Board Room, just behind the Big Boss, you see a toilet, sitting right out in the open. You want to walk right over and pee, but the Big Boss is in the way. You start to raise your hand to ask if you can use the toilet, but the Big Boss pounds the table again. “What are you waiting for. We need the report. Go P!” You start rushing back toward the door on the far end of the room. The dead-eyed businessmen are still swiveling to look at you, except now you’re in your underwear and embarrassed. And each of them parrots the Big Boss as you go past: “P.” “P.” “P.” Mercifully, you get back to the double doors and close them behind you as you exit back into the office. The floor is still dark, but there’s a soda machine, and the light from the Wet! Cola sign is especially bright. What are you going to do? You don’t know where your office is, and you don’t know how to write the report. And if you don’t deliver the report, the Big Boss will never let you use his toilet. This is terrible! You’re almost about to cry. “But you don’t need him. And you don’t need to use his toilet.” A bright light appears above you, and you see a beautiful angelic creature descending from the sky, bathed in white light. You sense that that she is kind and that she will rescue you. Almost in sobs, you say, “I need to make a report for the Big Boss, and I need to use the toilet. I don’t know what to do. Can you help me?” She reaches to your face and wipes a way a tear. “But don’t you see? You’ve been making it all day. It was inside you the whole time. You just needed to let it out.” You look down in your hand and see a report in your hand, the title page reading, “P Analysis: Good to Go.” The goddess then gently guides towards another smaller door. The men/women bathroom symbol is displayed on the door, but when she opens it, instead of a toilet, there’s a warm soft bed. So inviting. “I really don’t think I should,” you say to the goddess. You’re suddenly wearing your pajamas. “I’m supposed to pee in a toilet, not in bed.” “But you’ve wanted this for so long. And this is your big chance. You can climb in and wet the bed. Right now.” You smoothly glide over to the bed and snuggle under the sheets. The goddess is hovering over you now, murmuring into your ear. “Go ahead. Pee. It’ll feel so good. Wet. Warm. Lovely.” Your bladder slowly starts to loosen. “Are you sure it’s okay?” “Yes. It’s okay to be a bedwetter. You can wet the bed, wet the bed, wet the bed… wet… wet… wet… pee… pee… pee...” Your bladder opens up and you start to pee. You feel the warm liquid soaking your pajama pants and bedsheets. You feel it pool around your body. You feel even more pee coming out, while the goddess keeps whispering encouragement into your ear. “You’re doing it! You’re wetting the bed! You’re peeing so much! Great job!” Finally, after a blissful eternity, your flow starts to taper. You wiggle your legs in the wet spot and feel how some of it has soaked up to your chest. The angel whispers in your ear one last time, “You wet the bed. You’re a bedwetter now. It’s okay to be a bedwetter…” She kisses you lightly on the ear. You turn over to look at her, but her white light seems to have been replaced with daylight coming in your window… You sit up in bed and pull back your sheets to admire your handiwork. You finally did it! After months of hypnosis tapes, of waking up at 3 and not being able to get to sleep again, you successfully wet the bed in your sleep. You give one light splash on your sodden sheets, to punctuate your success, then lie back down and reach into your pajama bottoms, to, well, reward yourself. That was an intense dream! Too bad you can’t remember anything. Something about a soda machine?

Hey all, this is my first real post I’m pretty sure! — Obviously dreams tend to be very incoherent (and hard to remember) so I’ll try my best to make it make sense. I live rather close to a park and this is where I was in the dream. I believe I also dreamed about holding beforehand but it’s fuzzy. Regardless, I was desperate to pee and I was on a swing in the playground area. I was wearing the black cargo shorts I wear every day and suddenly pee just gushed out of me. As I was swinging I could see it flowing out the bottom of my shorts onto the ground. I remember moaning and crying and that there were people there, but I don’t remember interacting with anyone. I peed for a while, probably an unrealistic amount of time, and I don’t remember what happened immediately afterwards. I do remember that later on I was home and didn’t want to wash them immediately (I only have one pair of shorts and I wash them on a regular schedule so it would be suspicious) so I kept wearing them after rinsing them off. That’s all I remember of the dream unfortunately, but I woke up to a reminder of it. Nothing serious, but there was a small wet patch on my boxers and I was absolutely bursting. I scrambled to the bathroom, thought “fuck it”, and just continued peeing in my boxers on the toilet. Maybe I’ll try to find a time where there are no kids at the park and recreate the dream :0 Edit: Forgot to post pictures ! First is how I woke up, the others are after I wet myself

So as you all know bedwettings are my absolute favorite. And I finally figured out how to get a good angle with my laptop!! One of these days I'll have an omorelationship to helo record even better lol. I hought I'd try something different and do a dream wetting scenario where I have an accident in the dream at a party in front of my date only to find out it wasn't just a dream.... So much easier to wet when you know you have good mattress protection lol. It all pooled on my butt, wish it'd come out the front more. Let me know what you guys think, any suggestions for the night? Should I go Diapers or keep soaked all night? Video is too large to upload, anyway to compress it? I'll post the VK link for now and set my profile to public so you can enjoy. https://vk.com/id335842433?z=video335842433_456239063%2Fb75f55e92f4ae1c00a%2Fpl_wall_335842433 Some preview pics, I know you wanted to see the shirt wet @nerdy princess, that's always my favorite too. Know you'll enjoy @PrincessPeeach @rachelkirwan 😉 #omorashi #pee #bedwetting #wetmyself #wetthebed #bedwetter #accident #soaked#abdl #NeedMommy #warmandwet #peedream #wetdream #desperation #omo #little

Last night I was having constipation issues and was unable to empty my bladder. I kept rushing to the bathroom every 20 minutes but could only push a few drops out. I decided to wear a Tena slip to bed just in case. Now for the dream, I can't really remember the whole thing but in the dream I was back in high school and my mom came to pick me up because I was feeling sick. Before she took me home she stopped off at a Home Depot because she wanted to use the bathroom. As we were walking through the store I suddenly felt the urge to pee myself, then I felt a leak escape from me. I tried to hold it in as hard as I could but immediately after my first leak it all came out full force into my jeans with a loud hissing. I managed to wake myself up at this point but it was too late, I'd already been in my diaper.

Hi folks. You probs don't know me, but that's okay. I didn't know where to put this cause I couldn't figure out under what forum do dreams count. I want to tell you about one that I just had. Admittedly, it's kinda weird. First, the whole thing looked like anime, i. e. 2D and animated. Everyone was an anime character. Second, it took place on a campground (tent n' sleeping bag sort of thing). The dream has already started to fade, so here's what I still remmember of what happened. There was this girl who had been awoken by several other people from her sleeping bag. They told her that they 'd finally found a bathroom for her to use. I don't exactly remmember, but I think throughout the dream she'd been needing to pee, but had no luck of finding where. She'd gotten up and once she was told this, she froze, holding herself and squezzing her thighs together. She told everyone that she could no longer move, as tears began to form in her eyes. Some lady from the people around the girl said "Luckily we have someone strong here who can carry you!" It panned over to a character that looked almost EXACTLY like me IRL (tall, dark hair, glasses). But the dream wasn't from his perspective. It's like I had a 3rd person view of everything. Still, I'll reffer to this character as me. So, after the lady said that, everyone looked at me, waiting to do the carrying. The girl did the same, but she only turned her head and not her whole body. She had a look that read "Please save me!" on her teary and blushing face. I wasted no time going over to her and gently picking her up. Time seemed to slow. There was no one else. Only me and the girl who was currently squirming in my arms. Her hands gripping her desperate pussy and legs not daring to come apart. I started to walk slowly, mainly because I was just shocked at the situation I had found myself in, but as I realised how close she was to an accident, I broke in a sprint. The bathroom came into view. A large building with doors that showed stalls and sinks. "We're here!" I exclaimed. She left no time to spare, leaping out of my arms and dashing inside. That's when I woke up. My first thought was "Man, I'll have to check that out." In my mind I recalled what had just happened and realised that it was all just a dream so I quickly decided to share it here. Like I said, it has faded a little so it may not be accurate. I also excluded some more outlandish features of the dream to make it less weird. That's about it :Þ

Not sure if this should go under fiction or here but I had a bizarre, lifelike dream last night that I thought i'd share. I pretty much never have bathroom dreams, but yet there I was, in the back seat of an uber ride absolutely bursting for a piss. It was about midday, and we were driving down a street I was unfamiliar with in a town i've never seen before, yet somehow I knew my way around since I redirected my driver down to a public park where I knew I could relieve myself. I think I must have known I was dreaming, since it didn't really feel like I had to go even though I was clearly squirming around, had my legs crossed and hands grabbing my crotch to restrain myself from soaking this guy's car. It almost felt as if I was faking needing to go. So we soon pull up to the park's parking lot, and I quickly unbuckle and jump out, telling the driver to wait a bit. The place is pretty much deserted, except for this one random guy walking around. The bathroom facilities were dead ahead in clear view, maybe not even 15 yards away, but as soon as I stepped foot onto the concrete path, my knees buckled and I exclaimed "I can't hold it anymore!" I booked it directly left towards a nearby tree, and almost immediately realized that I would be exposed from the sides. The park was pretty open and really had no dark secluded area where I could do my business besides the gap between this tree I was about to water, and a row of hedges directly behind me, which marked the edge of the parking lot. I noticed that at the roots of the tree there was this little sort of embankment of uneven dirt, and as I lost a few spurts while fighting with my zipper, knew almost instantly what I was going to do. I got my zipper down, quickly grabbed my junk out of my damp underwear, went down into a half-squat half-kneel to hide behind the embankment and let loose just a monster torrent of clear pee onto the earth. I was aiming with one hand, and holding onto the tree with the other for leverage. It was such a bizarre experience as even though i was clearly watching myself fire off like a hose, I wasn't feeling any relief at all. I suppose this must have been due to the fact that I wasn't actually releasing my bladder in the real world (thankfully), and thus my actual body wasn't actually feeling relief. I continued my stream, and as I looked around I saw that that guy walking around was heading straight for where I was. I remember thinking "oh goddammit, of all the places" as he walked in front of me, around my puddle, and past me into the parking lot, only bothering to shoot a glance at me as I kept on peeing. I just peed and peed, letting up after about two minutes as the dirt and leaves in front of me were left submerged in a huge puddle. As I was putting myself back in my pants, a last big spurt took me by surprise, clipping the left side waist of my jeans just above my pocket. I quickly walked back to my still-waiting uber, where I had to listen to the driver scold me the rest of the way by telling me to "sort my shit out." All in all a great if a little odd desperation dream. I wonder if this had something to do with the fact that I did a hold+wetting that day...

This experience is going to be pretty short because there wasn’t a huge build up of desperation before hand seeing as I was sleeping. That being said I hope you all enjoy it anyway. As always every story I’ve posted thus far have been from my real life experience. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to add a fiction disclaimer. While this was a few years ago I was definitely still an adult at the time (probably 20 years old) ______________________________ I’d really like to chalk this up to having an odd or stressful day or even something out of the ordinary happening but I can’t. The day before had gone on like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary. I had gotten up, had an easy morning, went into work around noon and left at maybe 9pm that evening. When I got home 45 minuets later I didn’t do anything differently. I stripped out of my work clothes, put on some comfy pajamas (a T-shirt and panties), relaxed for a while, had some dinner & water, and got ready for bed around midnight. All of those things add up to an uneventful, boring work day. What’s not boring, however, are my dreams. My dreams typically consist of something like ‘a flying neon purple tiger is walking on top of buildings made out of violins and I have to save the Pope from evil talking vacuum cleaners who are trying to take over the world.’ Those are the kinds of dreams I have, but I always have them. When I went to bed that night I turned out all the lights (save for a hallway night light, I don’t like the dark), flicked on my ceiling fan, plugged my phone in, got under my covers, and started to drift off. I soon fell sound asleep and my dreaming began. I only remember parts of my dream but I know I was in a pretty fancy museum or antique shop of sorts and I was talking to someone, perhaps an employee, who I didn’t know at all and she absolutely would not shut up. I really didn’t want to be talking to this person because in my dream I was trying to get to the bathroom and I couldn’t duck out of the conversation politely. She was wearing this historical costume gown like Marie Antoinette style and shuffling along after me as I walked around. I was going from display to display and getting more and more annoyed because she kept following me. Finally, I ended up in front of a painting and she ran off to join a parade of other people dressed in historical gowns that all looked extremely beautiful. Briefly I began to feel left out and cursed myself for not dressing up for the museum gown parade. At this point I had held it so long trying to get away from this dream woman I was absolutely shaking with the need to pee. I looked around desperately and eureka! I spotted a single restroom across the hall and sighed in relief. At the thought of relieving myself my bladder pulsed and twitched and I almost lost control but held my crotch just in time. Getting control of my need wasn’t easy but I straightened up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Not a person in sight, perfect. This was my chance, I was finally alone and I can head to the bathroom. I power walked, almost jogged, down the main hall past beautiful statues, paintings, and fine jewelry on display. I quickly made it to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to knock first but it ended up being empty anyway. I turned to lock the door behind me with a smile on my face because I knew I had made it just fine. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and began to pee....ahh so much better.. Shit. My eyes snapped open at the feel of wetness around me and my body automatically stopped the stream. Wait, was that real or was that all in my dream? I sleepily and timidly lifted my blanket to clearly reveal I had absolutely wet the bed. My panties were soaked, my sheets were soaked beneath me, my blanket was damp, the hem of my shirt was a bit damp as well. My heart was pounding from being so abruptly startled out of a dream and I squinted over at my alarm clock, the red letters reading 3:30am, great. And I sill had to pee pretty badly because apparently I had emptied only half my bladder. I knew I couldn’t keep my stream stopped for too long so I jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom across the hall. The ceiling fan making me shiver from the wetness around me. I practically kicked open the door and yanked my wet panties down to the floor where they made a damp fabric sound on the ice cold tile. I didn’t even sit down all the way when my body gave out and continued my stream. I audibly sighed, it felt so good. All the built up pressure finally leaving me. It felt like my bladder was empting itself forever but of course it ended up stopping eventually. “Time to see the damage I did” I thought as I stood back up. I automatically pulled up my underwear without even thinking and by now they were FREEZING. I shivered again at the feeling. I glanced up in front of me at the full length bathroom mirror and pouted at what I saw. Me standing there with hard nipples poking through my shirt from the cold and totally soaked pink lacy cotton panties. I decided to leave them on while I washed my hands and checked on my sheets. I got back to my bedroom, flipped on the light switch and walked over to my bed. Fuck. The puddle was bigger than I thought it would be and it had spread out considerably. My blanket wasn’t too bad but definitely had gotten wet. I quickly stripped my sheets and walked downstairs. The wetness from my lower half was rubbing me the wrong way, but it felt exhilarating being out in the open totally wet with no way to hide myself. Laundry was started and I jogged back up to my upstairs bathroom with the intention of jumping in the shower but I decided to hold off. While this wetting was totally unplanned I still prefer punishments to come after accidents. So I sat in my bathtub with my freezing cold soaked lacy panties and shamefully did kegel exercises for the entire length of my laundry cycle. Thankfully I was alone in the house and I didn’t have to sneak my bed wetting sheets past anyone but I still felt utterly humiliated. I mean, I’m an adult not a little girl who has to wear pull-ups to bed. I should be able to control my bladder, not keep having accidents. Oh well, at least I get to share this experience with you guys. :-)

Contains female desperation and wetting. Please do not repost without permission. My dad turned around and called back to us. "Hey you two, pick it up a little, you're falling behind." I smiled up at Jake. "See, I told you if we fell back he would say something about it." We increased our pace to catch back up with my parents and Jake's younger brother. Unfortunately, thanks to my older sister, my relationship with Jake was a pretty contentious point between my parents and I. When Jenna was 17 she had fallen in with the wrong crowd and ended up getting pregnant right before graduation. That shook my parents pretty badly (premarital sex was against their religion), but when she told them she was getting an abortion, they totally snapped. My parents were bound and determined that I wouldn't end up like Jenna. As I grew up their overbearing attitude grew more and more intense; now I was just a few months younger than she had been, and they were worse than ever when it came to boys. Jake and I had met at the beginning of the summer while helping out at a church lunch for the elderly members of the congregation. We had hit it off really well over the past few months. I was pretty sure the only reason my parents allowed us to be together was because he went to our church, and it helped a lot that our parents got along well too. My mom was not at all thrilled when she learned that Jake's family had signed up for the church's annual family camping trip too, and even less thrilled to learn that our campsites were right next to each other. She would have tried to pull some strings to get the sites reassigned if Jake's parents hadn't found out about it first and gushed to my mom about how excited they were that we would be located right next to each other. As Jake and I caught up with the others, I saw Jake's brother finish off the last of a water bottle, which reminded me that I was pretty thirsty from the long hike. "Is there anymore water?" I asked. "Sorry honey, Joe just finished the last bottle," my mom responded. I licked my dry lips. "Are we almost back?" "Should be about...," she paused to look at her watch, "20 more minutes I think." "OK, that's not too bad I guess." ---- My lips were cracked and my mouth tasted of dust when we finally made it back to our camp, 40 minutes later. The sun had shone intensely on us the whole way back, and there hadn't been a single drop of water left. I really didn't want to deal with a headache from dehydration, so I headed straight to the drink coolers to grab a coke. Drink in hand, I headed over to a shaded area of the campsite and sat down in a camp chair next to Jake. We sat talking idly while my parents worked on preparing dinner. An hour and three cokes later, and I felt confident that I had successfully warded off any ill effects from the hike; I did have to pee pretty badly though - since the camp's bathrooms were a few minutes walk away, I tended to put off going a bit longer than usual. "Dinner in five!" my mom called over to us. I stood up and stretched. "I'm gonna run to the bathroom, I'll catch you after dinner," I told Jake. ---- After dinner I helped my mom clean up the dishes while my dad started building up a fire in the firepit. "Honey, why don't you run over to Jake's and see if his family wants to join us around the fire for some hot chocolate?" my mom requested. "Sure," I responded, drying off my hands and heading off through the thin line of underbrush separating the camp sites. Oddly, Jake's camp site seemed to be deserted. The food from their dinner had already been cleaned off their table and his parents' minivan wasn't parked on the car pad anymore. I wandered over to Jake's tent and saw that the tent's zipper lay partially open. "Jake?" I called out, sticking my head into the tent. Jake looked up in surprise from a book he lay reading. "Oh hey, Emily, come in." I crawled into the tent on hands and knees and plopped down next to him. "No one can see us here can they," he asked rhetorically as he put his arm around me and pulled me close. "Ha, true, but that's not why I'm here. Where is everyone?" I asked. "My brother felt pretty sick after the hike so my parents took him into town to stay at a hotel for the night." He leaned closer and I felt his warm lips nudging against my cheek, "That means I'll have the tent to myself tonight." I stuck my tongue out at him as his cool fingers grazed the skin under my t-shirt. His hands had started to creep up my stomach when I heard my mom call out. "EMILL-EEE! Where'd you go?" I sighed, "Do you want to come over to our fire for hot chocolate?" "Sure, sounds like fun" I scrambled out of the tent, adjusted my shirt and called back, "Yeah mom! I'm on my way now!" We sat around the fire sipping on hot chocolate until Jake's parents got back. They joined us around the fire, but by that time it was starting to get pretty late. Hoping to encourage my parents to head to bed early, I stood up from my camp chair and yawned. "I'm pretty exhausted from our hike, I think I'm going to head over to the bathrooms and then go to bed early tonight." Jake stood up as well, "Me too, I'll come along with you." "OK, just don't take too long you two," my mom cautioned. I walked over to my tent and grabbed my toothbrush, a washcloth, a towel, shampoo, conditioner, a brush and my pajamas. Jake was already standing outside my tent by the time I got back out. "How did you get your stuff so fast?" He held up a toothbrush in one hand and spread the fingers on his other to show it was empty, "I don't bring a whole bathroom with me when I go camping." "It's just cause I'm taking a shower," I said, giving him a pretend pouting face. Jake placed his arm around my shoulder and we walked together in silence along the dimly lit roadway to the campground's restrooms. Outside the building he gave me a light kiss on the forehead. "See you soon," he said as we headed to opposite ends of the structure. "I'll be a while, you don't need to wait," I called out after him. Stripping off my clothes, filthy from the dirt of the trails, felt wonderous. The shower's warm water rehydrated my skin and released the tension from my tired muscles. After finishing with my shower, I slipped on a fancy pair of black panties. These were my special panties; the only piece of my clothing that my parents didn't know I owned, and the only piece I painstakingly washed by hand and air dried in my closet overnight. On top of them I pulled on some pink fleece pajamas and a white t-shirt. I walked back to the campsite alone, and retired to my tent for the night. I lay awake listening to my parents and Jake's parents talking around the campfire. Eventually the voices fell quiet and I heard the thud of car doors as they prepared for bed. After laying still for another 15-20 minutes to give them ample time to fall asleep, I peaked out of the tent to make sure the coast was clear. The fire smoldered dimly and all of the chairs around it were empty. A slight urge to pee tugged at my bladder as I left my tent, but I didn't plan to be at Jake's site for long, and I didn't want to have to walk all the way to the restrooms right now. I carefully made my way over to Jake's tent, treading as quietly as I could over the gravel and broken twigs on the ground. Jake lay waiting for me when I crawled into his tent. I snuggled against him, and he wasted no time in getting down to business. I slid one fleece-covered leg between his, and he started lightly massaging my chest through my thin shirt as we kissed. Soon I started rubbing my leg against his package and was rewarded with a moan as he squeezed his legs tightly around mine. I felt his hands slip away from my breasts and drop lower; fingers hooked under the elastic of my pajama bottoms, and I felt the fabric start sliding down my navel. The waistband of my pajamas had reached my knees when suddenly a chilling sound rang out in the night air. thud thud.. thud I jolted in surprise at the sound of car doors closing. Low voices carried through the night air and into the tent shortly afterwards. "Shit, I guess they weren't in bed after all," Jake noted. Sitting up, I pulled up my pajamas and scooted over to the tent's zipper. Silently I raised it a few inches. Through the slit I saw my dad throwing wood onto the dwindling fire, while my mom and Jake's parents took seats around the fire and opened up beers. Suddenly feeling trapped and somewhat claustrophobic, I look back over my shoulder at Jake. "Looks like they'll be here awhile..." Jake, apparently not seeing any problem with that, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back against him. "Guess we'll just have to snuggle a while," he said, pressing his lips against my cheek. I made it clear that I didn't want to mess around much anymore; the thought of my parents finding us weighed too heavily on my mind. I didn't want to think about what would happen if they decided to check on me in my tent before they went to bed. I slid into his sleeping bag and we lay there for a while, just cuddling together and listening to the hum of voices from outside. I have no idea how quickly time passed while we lay there. After a while, I couldn't think of anything except needing to pee. It felt like an eternity had passed, but still I could hear voices from the campfire. I didn't want to make my situation obvious, but eventually I had no choice. I tried to discretely shift one of my hands from around Jake to between my legs, but no sooner had I done so when I felt Jake's hand press against mine and rub it against my panties. "Jake!" I hissed, pushing his hand away. "Whoa, sorry," he responded, in obvious surprise. "I have to pee. Really bad." I told him flatly as I felt my face grow flush in embarrassment. "Oh, sorry, I thought... nevermind," he said. I knew what he had thought, but I definitely wasn't in the mood for anything at the moment. "I have a plastic bag in my suitcase, you know, if you end up needing that," he offered. I tried to laugh off his suggestion, "No, I'll be fine. They can't be up that much later." I decided to simply push my need to go as far back in my mind as I could. I lay snuggling with Jake as the crackle of the fire mixed with the sound of our parents talking. ~~~~ Our van stood still, completely stuck in the traffic jam. I sat on the bench seat in the back, knees locked together and hands thrust between my legs. "Mommm, Emily has to pee," my little brother told my parents in front. My mom looked back at me, "do you have to go Emily?" Annoyed, I tried to sit still, but I had to go so badly I couldn't help but bob up and down on the seat. "No mom, not that badly, I can wait," I lied; in truth, I was on the verge of losing control completely. "I'm just a little cold I said," as I reached into the back and pulled a blanket over myself. Even under the blanket I was hopping up and down on the seat. They were all staring at me. And then it happened, I just couldn't hold on any longer. I pressed my butt hard against the seat as I started to wet myself. I stopped bobbing and sat still. They were all still staring at me. I looked out the window, and suddenly the traffic had cleared. "I can pull over now Emily, do you still need a rest stop?" my dad asked. "No, I'm fine," I replied, looking away from his face as I answered; even though I was covered by the blanket, they obviously knew what had happened. "Are you sure you don't need to go pee-pee Emily? I can pull over now," my dad asked again. "No, I don't have to pee," I said, annoyed at him for treating me like a child. To my horror, my brother reached over and started to pull back the blanket that covered my lap. ~~~~ I woke up suddenly in a hot sweat. I jabbed a hand between my legs, but to my relief I was dry. Boy did I ever need to pee I thought as I drifted back to sleep. ~~~~ I stood outside the camp's bathroom facilities pushing against the door to the women's room, but it wouldn't budge. I was desperate to pee. "Why is the door locked!" I screamed. In desperation I ran around to the men's side. Thankfully the door opened, but Jake was standing inside. "Hi Emily!" he greeted me. Embarrassed at being caught in the men's room I ran back out. ~~ I ran down a hiking path, trying desperately to find somewhere I could squat down and go, but the trails were busy today and other hikers kept walking past just as I was about to squat down. Eventually the other traffic cleared, and I settled down to pee in a small pile of leaves. Just as I started peeing, I heard more voices coming from around a bend in the path. I quickly pulled up my clothing. I stood by the side of the path and greeted the people nonchalantly as they walked past. When they were gone, I squatted down again. I peed for ages, but it didn't seem to be helping; I still had to pee. ~~ I was riding along in our family car, on the way to the campground. It felt like I had been holding myself for days, and I was really starting to get tired of it. I begged my dad to pull over, but when I looked in the drivers seat no one was there. The absurdity of riding down the highway without a driver at the wheel finally made me realize I was dreaming. I decided I wasn't going to play along with my mind's attempts to torture me any longer, so I started peeing defiantly in the seat. ~~ Now I was sitting at the picnic table eating dinner with Jake. I looked down at my pants and saw they were totally dry, but I still had to pee, so I did. I peed and peed and peed. I peed as hard as I could. And still it seemed to have no effect on my need to go. ~~ Then I was laying in a dark tent next to Jake, but I still had to go badly, so I peed again. I had more trouble getting started this time than before, but going felt much better now. The relief was almost orgasmic, so I pushed harder. A sudden burst of real pee leaving my urethra shocked me to full alertness. I stopped peeing immediately and wiggled my hand under my hip bone, afraid of what I would find. Although the sleeping bag was a little damp under my butt, it wasn't soaked. With my fingers I explored my panties; a wet trail, about an inch wide, ran down the back, but overall they were in OK shape. Actually peeing my pants, albeit only a very little, came as a bit of a shock, but drowsiness clouded my mind, and I thought I could still hear my parents outside, so I rolled over and did my best to ignore the urgency of my situation as I drifted back to sleep. ---- I awoke from a night of hell to a soft light penetrating the tent and the chirp of early morning birds in the trees overhead. I hadn't meant to stay the night with Jake, and what should have been a romantic evening had been ruined by my need to pee. It felt like I had spent the entire night dreaming of either peeing endlessly without relief or peeing my pants, but I hadn't woken up enough to actually get up and go to the bathroom. Now though, I had to get to the camp's outhouses ASAP; and I had to do it without being seen, or I'd be grounded the rest of the summer for sure. I managed to slip out of the sleeping bag without waking Jake up, then I crawled on hands and knees over to the tent's zipper. The movement awoke my - apparently dormant - bladder, and I recklessly unzipped the tent and stuck my head out in great haste. I was just about to run headlong out into the camp when I spotted my mom unloading food from the back of the car. I recoiled into the tent abruptly and slammed the zipper closed. Groaning, I lay down on my side next to Jake, not sure what to do next. I tried rolling onto my back to see if that would make it easier to hold, but it didn't. In fact, as soon as I was on my back I felt myself losing control. I quickly rolled back onto my side, but not before a small dribble came out. I rested my fingers tight against my crotch, feeling the wet spot on the fabric. Jake shifted next to me, and his elbow brushed against my stomach. I felt warmth against my fingers and a trickle running over my leg. I couldn't remember ever having been this desperate to pee before. I had never experienced being on the verge of wetting myself, but I knew I was there now. Technically I'd already wet myself, I mused; but I still hoped to get through the situation without anybody else knowing that. I shifted slightly, trying to drive my hand deeper into my crevice, but I felt renewed warmth against my hand and another trickle tickled my leg as I moved. My bladder was completely numb to the feeling; it felt so strange to know I was peeing, but at the same time not be able to actually feel myself going - it was almost an out of body experience. I had no time to delay now. Swallowing my pride, I nudged Jake's shoulder and whispered as loud as I dared, "Jake. Wake up, I need to pee, literally right now, I need to pee." Jake's eyes popped open, and he stared at me in momentary confusion. "Jake, my mom's outside the tent," that really got him alert, "I need you to distract her, or I'm literally going to pee right here, please." I tugged on his arm as he started to move. "Sure, no problem," he said as he crawled to the tent's opening. Initially he ran headlong into the tent wall, not realizing the door was still zipped, but he quickly corrected the mistake and got out. "Oh hey, Mrs. Hunter... ha yeah, I hadn't unzipped the tent far enough." "..." "Oh yeah, I slept well. Hey, do you think we could move the picnic table to the other side of the campfire for breakfast?" "..." "Great, could you give me a quick hand moving it?" "..." "Here, why don't you get this other side, the ground looks a bit rough on your side." I peaked out the tent door and saw my mom's back to me as she and Jake struggled to carry the heavy wood picnic table across the camp. Never had such a clear and golden opportunity presented itself to me. My bladder screamed for me to race straight to the bathrooms, but I knew I would never make it there before my mom turned around and saw me running down the road. To my body's angst I instead headed in the opposite direction, back towards my tent. At inhuman speed, I unzipped the tent and dove inside. I turned and glanced through the crack just in time to see them set down the picnic table. I felt distinctly damp between the legs now, so I grabbed a pair of spare panties, scrunched them up as small as I could in my hand, and then ran back out the tent. "Whoa, good morning dear," I heard my startled mother say as I bolted past. "Sorry mom, I gotta pee right now," I said, not even looking back. I ran down the road, but had to slow down after just a few yards - the jolting of a full out run was just too much to handle. I could feel an odd pulsing sensation in my abdomen, like my bladder was making an effort to push the urine out, only to be momentarily reined in again by sheer will power. A hundred yards from the bathroom I started to feel pee leaking out with every pulse. A little more dribbled out with every step. I knew I was actively peeing myself at this point, but I also realized that the faster I ran the faster I would be peeing. Walking slowly and steadily at this point represented my only hope. Every few steps, enough pee accumulated that a chilling drip ran down one leg or the other. With just a few yards to go I felt a sharp pain in my navel. I pressed my hand to the pain, but that proved to be a costly mistake. Immediately my bladder let go, and suddenly I was peeing myself hard enough to actually feel it through the numbness. My body ignored my brain's urgent commands to stop peeing, and I took off running towards the bathroom as an unrestrained stream ran down both legs. Thankfully the bathroom was deserted, and I immediately took the largest stall. My mind was totally on autopilot; so, purely out of habit, I turned around and stood there, still peeing into my pajamas, while I secured the door. Then I turned around, and pulled down my pajamas and panties - while still peeing - and sat down on the toilet to finish up the 3 or 4 seconds of pee that hadn't already gone onto the floor. I looked at the crumpled, but dry, panties in my hand. Then I looked at the soaked mess that were my pajama bottoms and the puddle of yellow on the floor of the stall. I didn't bother cleaning up much; I would need a lot more than just a pair of dry panties to fix this mess. I walked slowly back to the campsite, thinking carefully of a good cover story. My mom let out a gasp when she saw me, "Oh dear, did you...?" she asked as I walked into the site. "No, but it looks pretty bad," I said, trying to fake a convincing laugh. "There was a puddle in the bathroom from the showers, and I slipped on it when I was leaving," I lied. "Oh! Are you alright?" "Oh yeah, I'm fine," I replied, slipping past her and Jake and going back to my tent.

I posted this in our chat but I'll have it here too: I had a dream last night where I was with a former coworker I liked, and I and she had to pee, I was more desperate than her. And we were on the county's bus system, PSTA trying to get both get home from work at my Job at Publix, (yet it was like this bizarro world scenario where the buses were not on the same routes) we eventually got to the end of the line (which was at the Fort De Soto- a Pinellas county campground site and beaches) and we all got off and we searched for the bathrooms together at the main welcome complex, (which doesn't normally exist--along with two of her female friends, who I don't even recognize). The restrooms were mega huge and had like over 50 stalls and urinals and sinks and we decided to just use the men's together out of sheer desperation (transgender laws in effect maybe? No one really batted an eye around us.) afterwards, the dream continued, but I work up before we got home and I was hurting in my stomach from holding it for so long while asleep. I felt like a 7 or 8. It was 8:30 AM EDT when I woke up. I had to wait 30 minutes for my older brother to get out of our only bathroom (he was showering) and I got to go badly. I probably could hold it longer as it was more pain from displacements of gasses in my bowels from the bladder filling and making room in my abdomen or something, and I was farting a lot. I sometimes had to grab my penis to not let myself pee while trying to let out the painful gas, I surprisingly didn't pee as long as I thought when I did get to go-as I would being that full, and it was not really that yellow. I went back to sleep after and woke up at 10 am. I did my morning pee and poop as usual, and took my shower then. The pee was a similar color as before, so that must have been the rest of it a hour and a half later.

Okay, so I just had an amazing omo dream. I’m one of those people who doesn’t pee when I pee in a dream, so yay fun dream with no cleanup! ^^ Alright, so to set the scene a little bit, I started off looking for the bathroom in a big indoor area with skylight windows. Think like, a mall or a big airport or a con hall. Anyhow, I was looking for the bathroom, and when I found what was labeled “bathroom” it was… a set of elevators. Two labeled “exit” and the other two presumably the entrance. One was just labeled “bathroom” and the other said “I have to go NOW!” I figured I didn’t need to go that bad, so I went to the other one. It was an elevator so small it probably had enough room for two people if you squished, and there were no buttons on the inside. It surprised me that it started moving all on its own, and I had to grab the hand rail and press my thighs together, but it didn’t take too long for the doors to open. Here’s where this dream takes a turn for the omo (as if it wasn’t before, I know, just stay with me). As I stepped out of the elevator, this “bathroom” was another large hall, with smaller halls branching off of it. These smaller halls basically had a bunch of… cubicles is the wrong word, but like little stations, some with curtains for privacy, but basically they all had a chair, a washcloth, and like… imagine a metal dog bowl. The chair didn’t have a hole in it or anything, they were actually spinny desk chairs iirc. That’s what they gave ya, then figure it out for yourself. There’s no poop in this dream btw. So as I was exploring this place, looking for a semi-secluded place as I’m pretty bladder-shy when I have a whole door to hide behind, I’m realizing that… lots of these people are shamelessly peeing, and lots of these people are shamelessly watching. And this is when I’m realizing that this is a whole omo thing. I’m bladder-shy as hell, but I’m totally ready to try and be a part of this omo event. So now I’m just looking for a place to put down my bag and jacket, and I finally find this semi-secluded place that I’ve been looking for. I put my bag on the chair and decided to try and squat down over the bowl to get things moving so I don’t clamp up. A little pointless, as I was already leaking and I didn’t even take off my pants, so not sure why I squatted. Anyway, I was leaking more than I intended, so I grabbed the washcloth and jammed it between my legs in an attempt to stop the flow. I was able to, but not before completely soaking the washcloth. By this point I was ready to see what I could see, and left my bag and jacket, but took the washcloth with me. Back in the main hall, near the elevators, there was a musician playing the oboe, I believe. I had seen him when I passed by before, but I was a little flustered and preoccupied at the time. There was a handful of people gathered around him (one of them a friend of mine who isn’t actually into omo irl, as far as I know), possibly to listen to the music, possibly for other reasons as I soon realized. As I approached, I noticed this pretty musician was squirming, he must’ve had to go pretty damn bad. He seemed flustered and a little agitated, and despite having realized that this was “an omo thing” beforehand, I wanted to reach out and make sure he was alright. I went up next to him and quietly offered to stay with his stuff if he was worried someone might take it while he was gone, but he just snapped that he was fine. ”Alright, just making sure” I conceded. He still seemed flustered, so I figured he could do with less of a crowd. As I turned to leave, I started steering my friend away by putting my arm around her shoulders. ”C’mon, don’t you wanna see him wet?” She whined as I led her away. Honestly, I can’t remember what I told her, nor how she came to not be by my side, but I guess the musician appreciated me respecting his boundaries, because the next thing I remember was him calling “wait!” and jogging up behind me. ”You don’t want to see me piss myself?” He asked as he caught up to me. “Well, I didn’t say that.” I replied with a smirk. He grinned at that. ”Maybe I could give you a private performance, if you want.” Now I’m also super anxious about hmmmm, everything, but in my dream I was able to push through that anxiety and accept his invitation. He took me by the hand and led me somewhere dimly lit with lots of rows of seats, like a movie theater. We sat in a pair of seats next to each other and he took the washcloth (that I was still holding) from me and put it over the seat in front of us. He first kissed me on the lips, and started to kiss my neck as he ran his hands down my sides to my hips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I knew he was going to press on my bladder with his thumbs. I wanted it, I was so ready for it…! and then my damn alarm went off. Right when it was getting good. I was so frustrated Sorry for not going into desperation feelings too much, I generally don’t feel desperate in dreams so much as I feel the desire to pee 😛

So, I wasn't sure if I wanted to share this at first, but I'm also curious if anyone has experienced something similar. I had a strange, possibly lucid dream. The dream was from the perspective of my older brother, but other than that, I was me and not my brother (this is also the first time I've had an accident in a dream rather than as a fictional character). My brother was tiptoeing into my room holding a bowl of warm water, and I just sorta knew that this was when we were both younger, and still in high school. He slowly removed the blanket that had been covering me, and then did the same with the cyan nightgown I was wearing in the dream, just enough to reveal the white and pink striped panties I was wearing in the dream (I was wearing a pink nightgown and pink panties with white polka dots in real life).He then slowly put my hand in the bowl of warm water. I then felt a twinge from my bladder, both in my dream and in real life, and I stirred, both in the dream and real life. My brother in the dream (my brother in real life moved out) said "Shhh. Relax. Go back to sleep." I responded with "Gotta pee." and my dream-brother said "Shh. That's okay. Go back to sleep. You don't have to hold it." I responded with "Mmkay." and just stopped holding it, both in the dream and real life. I drifted off into other dreams, then woke up at around four in the morning in a damp bed needing to pee again. I was able to at least make it into the bathroom before having another accident, then cleaned up my bed and took a quick shower before going back to bed. Not really sure what was going on with this dream, but I'm pretty sure those were sensations from my body outside the dream. I suppose it could have been part of the dream as well, the human mind is weird like that.

I was at home in bed, asleep dreaming I was at a furry convention. In the dream , I was fursuiting and I had to pee. I made my way to the elevator to go up to my room. I got on the elevator with a bunch of other furries and started ascending up to my floor. It seemed like it was taking forever and I said to guy next to me that I had to pee really bad. He said , "Oh, Just go in the elevator bathroom" then he moved over to the wall of the elevator and opened a door I had never noticed before. I walked over and stepped through the door into what I can only describe as a huge airport sized bathroom with dark marble floors and walls and a row of like 10 urinals, and a number of stalls as well. There was no one else there, and I made my way over to the nearest urinal and unzipped my suit and peed, with great relief. I don't remember leaving the bathroom or going back going back to the elevator. At some point after the dream, I woke up, dazed and soaked. I couldn't believe how much I had peed. I'm glad I had a mattress protector on the bed.

The forest around her was sunny, which was a stark contrast to how it actually looked, beautiful tendrils of long leaves surrounded her, pastel pink petals flowering down the vines occasionally. Flowering in a way that no plant she had ever seen actually could, petals gently spinning in a wind that wasn’t there. The trees themselves were massive, all of them were casting shade, shafts of light shining between the canopy branches. The ground felt damp underneath her boots, but didn’t soak her shoes as she continued down the path, her leather shoes leaving a trail of her footprints behind her, the ground soft enough to leave the prints like breadcrumbs. “Hello? Anyone there?” No response, but Alliah wasn’t scared, why would she be? She felt in complete control, hands in her jacket’s pockets, shoulders loose, she kept moving. The atmosphere around her felt comforting, like a heated blanket, even as the water rose. The ground’s water level seemed to be gaining the more she moved forward? How odd...Alliah knew for a fact she wasn’t getting wet, instead her clothes just seemed to float with her as she looked around, like she was a piece of seaweed. Leaves floating like seaweed as the water got warmer and warmer, and to her it was the most normal thing in the world to happen. “This is pretty sick...Joseph? Jojo?” Alliah thought for sure he had been with her just a moment before, but it was possible she was wrong, he did get lost more often than not. All she could focus on was the warmth, the way the water swirled around her, her body shivering from how good it felt...How good the heat felt against her skin. Was it just the water? Or was she the one who was heating up? In her dream everything felt lovely, calm, nothing really surprised her...Perhaps it was a fever? Something she hadn’t been expecting really? Alliah’s hands which had been playing with the seaweed waving in the currents of what was now the ocean, moved down. Pushing her sleep shirt up to feel her stomach, drawing a whimper from her as she felt a sudden odd...pressure? Blinking a bit she squirmed, the pressure wasn’t in her chest, nowhere concerning, instead it was...Lower? Lower and warm, impossibly warm! Alliah bit her lip, bending over just a bit her arms wrapping around herself, what was this pressure, building up incredible heat in her body? Tingling on the inside of her thighs and making her tremble like she was cold, despite the comforting warmth she had been surrounded by just moments ago. “W-What the...hell? Joseph?! Are you there?! What’s going on!” Alliah wasn’t sure what was going on, pressing her knees together she took a breath, unable to keep her hips from wiggling. Whimpering softly as it hit her like a truck, she had to pee! When did she have to pee so bad? She needed to wake up, get the urge out, but her body didn’t know how to wake up, too focused on the pressure. The urge was more intense than anything else she had felt inside this dream. How long had she been holding it in this Ocean!? Looking around she didn’t spot any bathrooms, even if there was one would it matter? She was underwater anyway wasn’t she? If she was this desperate...She could just...Let it go right? “No one...is around I’m sure it’s...f...fine just this once! One time!” Joseph was flushed pink, embarrassed that his girlfriend had been...whimpering, whining, even keening in her sleep as he pulled on his shirt, fluffy dark hair he hadn’t tamed for the day yet framing his face, her soft ginger locks spread out over the pillow as she kicked off the blanket, her hips burrowing into the bed...Then he saw it, the shorts she wore, tight on her thighs, dark grey in color started….to darken. “A-Alliah!!” His cheeks grew even more colored, watching her shorts cling to her crotch, the shorts unable to carry the weight slipping down just a bit as the fabric tried to hold the liquid, a small stream of her shame leaking down her thigh, before her body shuddered, the girl jerking awake, a hand slipping down to feel her freshly wet thigh. “J-Jojo? Joseph?” Alliah moved to rub a hand to her face as she sat up, looking at her other hand in confusion before she froze, eyes going wide to look at him, going pink as her boyfriend moved to open his mouth. “I...you pissed the bed, you totally pissed the bed!! I...didn’t I tell you not to have like six monsters before you passed out~ That’s so embarrassing~” He laughed, moving to pull on his coat and come closer, pulling the blanket from over her leg so he could get a better look, smirking softly as he watched her cheeks get pinker. “Joseph! It’s...not like that they’re called accidents for a reason! Jeez...” Pushing her legs together, Alliah couldn’t wipe the blush off her cheeks, hating the way her face felt warm like the sun. Moving to her knees, she shivered at the excess wetness of her pajama pants leaking down her leg, sprinkling onto the sheets below her. “Oh~? An accident for the little baby? Aweee how cute~!” Joseph couldn't help it, teasing her was so easy, and how many times had she teased him for something embarrassing he had done? Alliah wasn’t having it though, reaching her hand up, Joseph raised a brow, moving closer, expecting a morning kiss or a playful pap to the cheek for his transgressions. “Joseph~ Why don’t you come here a second?” Joseph of course knew it was a trap, but leaned forward regardless, her hand wrapping around his wrist, suddenly...the world went sideways. He yelped, his voice breaking as his back hit her wet spot on the bed, making his cheeks blush a fuming crimson as she swung on top of him, her wet sleep shorts pressing into his once-dry jeans. “A-Alliah!! You can’t just...your...y-your still all wet! You’re going to stain my...my...pants!!” Alliah didn’t seem to car, instead her hands pressed into his stomach, as she smirked. “Oh~? You don’t want wet pants? You don’t want to be all helpless?” “I-I don’t want to!! Be pinned and get wet from your...your p-piss!” Alliah smirked, loving the way he stuttered his embarrassing little voice cracks, and chuckled, moving her rapidly cooling hips against his, a part of her...liked this? Liked how he squirmed, one of her hands, stranger than his noodle arms, gathered his wrists pushing them into the pillow above his head, her messy hair framing her face as she looked down at his helpless form. “You don’t want to be wet with my piss, how about your own, if it’s so embarrassing~?” She couldn’t help but chuckle, she was much stronger than him, she had gotten herself a golden retriever gamer boy, and she worked out every single day, there was no way he was moving until she let him. Joseph flushed pink, embarrassed as he wiggled though his heart wasn’t in it anymore, embarrassed by the twitch in his pants when she rubbed against him. “Alliah...I...it...I have to go to work...My coffee is going to get cold!” Alliah clearly didn’t care, leaning over him, she moved her hips enjoying the twitch in his jeans at her wetness, did he like this too? For some reason that sent a thrill of warmth up her spine. Alliah smirked, her other hand moving to the hem of his shirt, she started to push it up, her boyfriend wiggling underneath her with a little whimper, embarrassed that his body was betraying the fact that he liked this, liked her grinding against him...berating him, though what was she doing now? “Come on Alliah I’ve already had too much espresso I should go to work, I’ll come back, and make it up to you- Ngh~!” Joseph couldn’t help the soft noise as her fingers trailed down his stomach, playing with his happy trail as she pressed her fingers into his stomach. Joseph gave her a look, eyes going wide as he wiggled, he was...really ticklish and she knew this, making it hard for him to lay still underneath her. “Alliah come on!! I need to go...don-don’t! Mnm~” That didn’t mean he didn’t like the feeling of her fingers so close to the spot that already was excited at the promise of attention..Though his body was more concerned with the amount of liquid he had taken in, his happy trail right above his bladder he could feel the pressure building...It didn’t help she was pressing into it. “No, I think you’ll be late...For more reason than one, you should have thought about that before you dared to make fun of your loving girlfriend Jojo~” Joseph wanted to say something, to protest but instead he felt her fingers move faster underneath his ribs, making his back arch with a yelp, his body twisting to try and get away from those fingers, tickling all the weak points she knew about...her secret weapon against him. “W-Wait! N-Nopleasewait!” He couldn’t help it, he started laughing, his hips bucking against hers, he could feel her purr, expecting her to stop when he yelped that he gave in, he was sorry! Though she didn’t, she didn’t stop tickling him, what was she planning to do to him?! Her voice was a sweet tinkling of laughter that he usually loved so much. Joseph whimpered his throat closing up, having trouble speaking anything, the words he tried to make weren’t even words. His vision blurred, his girlfriend’s face melting into colors, tears gathering on the edge of his eyes as he couldn’t control the twist and turns of his body. His chest jerked against her fingers, wrist twisting against her hands. “Now now~ That’s no way to act, someone deserves a punishment for making fun of me~ I could stop...Or you could wet yourself, shamelessly, how much coffee did you say you had again? Two...three cups? All down here?” Alliah’s fingers moved down his belly, from underneath his ribs to over his bulging bladder. “Ngh~! Ha! Wait! W-Wait Alliah! Please I can’t these are my only work pants I-” Alliah smirked, not seeming to care as her fingers gently moved to tickle over the bump that proved where his bladder was. Joseph couldn’t help but wiggle against her hips, his breath clouding in front of him, or at least it felt like it, his glasses fogging from his own breath, crooked on his face as he tried to ignore the building warmth, the pressure on his bladder that made his knees shake. Words were a pipe dream at this point. His breath was nothing but gasps, body writhing as the warmth pushed down his body, gathering under her fingertips. The warmth was all he could focus on, barely registering the fact that his fingers were limp trembling with the body that couldn’t take it anymore. The warmth was unbearable, his bladder felt like it was on fire filled too full with caffeine that made the muscles eager to loosen up and let that liquid ruin his clothes, soak into the already ruined sheets. His shaking knees weakly pressed together, a soft whimpery, needy-moan leaving his lips, he only registered after the fact it was him, struggling far too hard to keep it in. “Awe what a good boy, trying to get free from good behavior? Embarrassing...” Alliah couldn’t help herself, he was helpless, whimpering, trying so hard to keep himself from wetting like a little kid, he was so cute. Pressing her hips against his, she brushed herself against the bulge in his pants, loving the way it drew a whimper from him, a small dot of wetness appearing on his inner thigh. “AlliahreallyIcan’t!” Her lips moved to brush against his lower jaw, loving the way she could feel the twitch again in his pants, hear his heartbeat pick up. The urge to wet was the only thing keeping his boner down, she loved it, teasing him, he wasn’t in control at all. “Did I ask if you could? You’re not leaving till those pants are wet, we both know it’s only a matter of time, piss pants, little piss baby~” Joseph’s bladder didn’t make it, the teasing, the soft whisper in his ear, the pressing, tickling, his body could only take so much, and it passed that threshold so long ago, he was surprised he managed to hold it till now. Whimpers, needy moans, keens all melted from his mouth as she watched him pee, his warmth gathering on his inner thigh, little streaks from the wet spot in the cloth, topaz in collar ran down his inner thigh to re-soak the sheets that had been nearly dry from Alliah’s own accident. His bladder deflated under her fingers, and instead of tickles, it was now simply soft soothing circles that she rubbed into the sore skin from being so stretched out, so needy. “There’s my good boy, doesn’t it feel good, being a weak little pisser, can’t even hold it with less than a few minutes of tickling?” Alliah made sure her breath danced over his ear as his knees jerked apart. A squirt of the pee he tried to keep back wetting her shorts, it dripping off her pants, Alliah realized that wasn’t the only thing dripping, her own breath turning to hot pants. She pressed her hips to his, moving against him Joseph meeting her eyes when they finally peaked open, the liquid from his bladder soaking into the back of his pants, his legs shaking from the pure effort of it. “Alliah please g-get off I love you...I w-want it...but I need to g-go to the...Idon’twant...t-to mess...messmyself! Please!” Alliah paused, feeling her own thighs warm from what she wanted, instead she pressed him into the bed, her fingers moving up his stomach, making him struggle, wheezing laughs, marred with voice cracks coming from him again as he begged, his voice weak and hoarse. “B-Babe, please I can’t, I...Shit! Please!” His body wasn’t done embarrassing him, he had failed to mention the breakfast he had made, how he didn’t even leave her any being as hungry as he was, and now it was coming back to bite him in the ass. The pressure on the front half of him was gone, replaced with a dull sore throbbing, that made the pressure on his back half even worse, his back struggling against the warm puddle, his clothes ruined, clinging to him. His breath was short gasps now, a mismatch to the earlier deep breaths. The pressure released, he didn’t even get a chance to really hold it back before the mess spread across his pants, soaking into the back of his boxers. It was so much more...liquid than he had thought it would be, was it the fact it hadn’t had time? Was it the way he was shaking, helpless to stop himself from messing? His pants were ruined, barely able to hold the liquid he excreted soaking into the cloth, into his skin, smearing across his pale skin, making him feel so dirty, so unclean. The smell of his mess spreading between them. His legs weren’t listening to him, Joseph’s pants were sticking to him, the mess itself leaking down the back of his pants. The way he was positioned made his mess start to leak up his back, making him tremble, those involuntary tears in his eyes slipping down his cheek, his cheeks flushed pink, he was so embarrassed...He was never going to live this down, how was Alliah ever going to look at him again? His eyes peaked open, wanting to see her face, wanting to see if she could even look at him without disgust in her eyes. Alliah’s eyes were meeting his hazel ones, a starving wolf look across her features, her fingers moved up to his cheeks, finger tips moving to his jawline she tilted his face towards her. Leaning down she pressed her lips to his, her hips against his, she moved against him, Joseph embarrassed of the half erection he was getting while she rubbed on him. “Shh baby you did so good...god...you did so good, you’re so fucking...hot, helpless, needy little thing~” Alliah, loved feeling him semi-hard, a mess against the comforter, knowing he’d never make it to work, not with the shower he’d need to have. “I couldn’t...h-help it babe, I...jesus...” He returned the kiss, eyes sparkling, her thumbs gently wiped off the tears that leaked down his cheeks. Nodding to him as she layered him in kisses, knowing they were fucking sooner...rather than later. “It’s okay Joseph, you’re so...so fucking cute, I loved that...Stay home from work and I’ll make all that pain go away, you’re so hot like this.” Alliah purred, pressing into his front, she loved the cold feeling of her wet pants pressing against his lukewarm spot on his pants, his pants getting tight, he whimpered. “I...c-could call in sick, y-you...you don’t think I’m gross?” Alliah nodded, purring as she moved to kiss him again, pressing him further into his mess, knowing it would spread across his pants, soaking into his pants even more. Her tongue breaking past his lips, hand brushing down his front to cup him, her fingers gently moving against the wet bulge of his pants. His pants were so tight, returning the kiss he whimpered, hard in her hands, helpless as she kept his hands pinned down, the rain outside drowning out the sounds of the morning activities...Joseph wound up not making it to work that day.