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"Nd2wee '' suddenly entered the notepad on my screen. No one knew why our point-of-sale (or pierce of shit as we employees called it) system had a notepad shared between both of the terminals in the store. At least none of the few colleagues, whom I'd shared the discovery of the function with, did. But it had quickly become a way for us to moan about customers, bosses or all the other small frustrations that build up working in the service industry's hell on earth that is a convenience store by a train station. I looked over at Freya, our newest hire, standing crossed legged at the other register waiting for the elderly man to finish counting his change so she could checkout the next person in the endless line that had been the focal point of our shift so far. "Me2" I typed back between scanning overpriced candy bars. -------- Normally weekend shifts were quiet enough for only 2 people to be on shifts. Normally we'd only be this busy on weekdays - and then only if the train schedule messed up. But not today, today we'd almost only been working the registers. I had a pretty slow hour alone before Freya's shift started but she hadn't been here for more than 15-20 minutes before the line formed, and we were still trying to get through it 5 hours later. My bladder was definitely starting to feel it. I glanced over at Freya again. She was finally able to move on to the next customer, but she was still standing with crossed legs. When in Rome I thought and crossed my legs as well easing a bit of the pressure on my bladder. Could I have waited? Sure. Was it nice to relieve a bit of pressure? Absolutely. Was it mostly so Freya wouldn't be embarrassed if she noticed I was standing normally? Yes. The menial task of checking people out quickly becomes mind numbing so the updates from Freya was a pleasant change of pace. Even if I felt more and more sorry for her with every "Hurry!" "Come on" and "Desp!" showing up in the notepad. Poor girl I thought. But I was starting to reach the same point. My bladder was nearing critical limits and I was really glad to already be crossing my legs. Waiting for the lady that had just paid to gather her thing I glanced over to Freya, and could see how restless her legs were. She was standing on one leg with the other wrapped around it, the foot shaking like a chihuahua. I was thanking my lucky stars that I had been working here long enough that my bladder was used to holding for a fairly long time, as our breaks relied on luls in the flow of customers and rarely came when they were scheduled. I couldn't help but think back to when I first started and came too close to accidents way too often. ------- After far far too long I could see the end of the line. "Thank God" I thought as the last guy stepped up to Freya's counter. I quickly turned around and undid my belt, as I had decided to let Freya go to the bathroom first. She was obviously more desperate than me and my apron would hide my undone belt. Luckily this lowered the pressure on my bladder a lot. "All the money in the register! Now!" I spun around and saw that the last customer had pulled out a gun and was aiming at Freya and then at me. "Yours as well!" Of fucking course. Of all days, it had to be today. It had to be one of those days. I quickly opened my till and started shoving notes and coins into a bag. Then a sort of tapping sound. "What's that noise!? The alarm?" Then Freya sheepishly spoke up. "I'm - peeing". I probably looked as surprised as the robber, and couldn't help myself from looking over at my poor colleague. She was. Her jeans were already mostly drenched, the tapping sound originating from the drops forming at her crotch and then hitting the linoleum floor. I was a bit taken aback by the size of the puddle forming underneath her, it looked like someone had knocked over a full mop bucket. "Eh okay then" the robber stammered. He obviously didn't believe her at first but after he glanced over the counter he was satisfied that she was truthful. I gently pushed Freya aside and emptied her till into my bag. She had been standing frozen in place the entire time even as pee had turned her jeans from light to dark blue behind her apron. Poor thing. I handed him the bag and turned to Freya. As automatic doors let the robber out, I guided Freya over to the kickstol and sat her down. Despite my bladders firm protest I knelt down to look her in the eyes. "You okay?" She nodded slightly even as tears started running down her cheeks. "I'll just close the store I'll be right back." I assured her and stood up. Perhaps a bit too quickly as a couple drops escaped into my panties. I grabbed the "closed because of robbery" signs from under the counter and pressed the silent alarm button on my way to the door. I entered my code into the keypad and turned the dial to close before sticking the sign on the large glass panel of the sliding door. Luckily the parking lot seemed pretty empty so maybe we wouldn't have to deal with illiterate customers knocking on the door despite the sign - again. I hadn't even made it back to the counter before Josh's number appeared on my phone. "Did you press the silent alarm?" "I did." "Why?" "Cause we got robbed." My delivery was completely deadpan. I know he had to double check but he sounded goddamn stupid from where we were standing. "I'll be right there." I knelt down by Freya again, her silent tears were still running down her cheeks every now and then. "Hey, we're both okay" I placed a hand on her shoulder. She nodded. I handed her some of the cheap thin napkins available from the counter. She dried her face, smudging her mascara even more, and I threw a bunch on the floor hoping it would soak up most of the puddle before anyone came. "We just have to wait for Josh and the cops to get here, then we can go home" I said partly to her to try to comfort her and partly to my bladder hoping to convince it to hold on for so long, even if I knew it was unlikely. "Listen, I really need to pee - can I leave you alone for a moment" She looked at me for a moment before shaking her head as tears started flowing again. "Alright I won't leave you alone" I tried to comfort her again while my bladder screamed at me. Even with my belt undone my jeans were squeezing it, and I had to open my jeans completely to give it a bit more space. It felt rock hard and I'm pretty sure I looked slightly pregnant with a bump like that. A knock on the glass door interrupted us. A couple of cops waved from the other side. They got here quickly, I thought, unsure what to make of it. The quicker all this was done the quicker we could leave, but without Josh here it fell on me to deal with them. I squeezed Freya's shoulder and walked over to the door, trying my best not to let my desperation show. I entered my code and unlocked the door. "You guys got robbed?" "Yeah that's us, cctv is in the office behind that door" I said pointing to the backroom, where the employee bathroom also connected to. So using that while the cops was here was out of the question. You can hear everything that happens in that bathroom when you're sitting in the backroom. One of the cops walked to the back and the other got out a notebook. "So what happened?" I hurried through explaining the robbery while trying to conceal how full my bladder was. It was probably a bit rambling due to how little of my focus was on his questions and how much was on the ocean in my bladder. How I wished I'd been behind the counter so I could cross my legs behind cover but in the end I had to do it infront of the cop. I tried to do it inconspicuously but I'm pretty sure he noticed. "She got anything to add?" He asked and pointed his pen at Freya "Doubt it, she's still pretty shaken up" Luckily Freya's position on the kickstol behind the counter and her apron hid all signs of her accident. He nodded and our attention was turned to the doors as Josh arrived. "You the boss?" the cop asked and Josh nodded. I took my change to retreat back behind the counter to support Freya and my aching bladder. It really helped that I could stand with crossed legs, potty dancing on the spot while Josh and the cop talked. Freya poked my leg and gestured for me to lean in closer to her. "Go Pee! I'll be fine!" she whispered,having apparently regained some composure. "I gotta piss like a racehorse! They'll all hear!" I whispered back as Josh and the cop join his colleague in the backroom. Luckily the CCTV system could only be in either playback or live mode so, figuring they were looking at the playback of the robbery, I could probably jam my hand into my crotch to help dam the flood. Now it was Freya's turn to be concerned for me as my potty dance continued in full force. Crossed legs, check, hand jammed between legs, check, bobbing up and down, check, the feeling that at any minute I'd spring a leak, possibly through my eyes; double check with chips on the side. "Can you hold it?" "Yeah I'm sure they're done in a second." My voice betrayed how uncertain I was about that statement, all I could do was hope and keep holding. And I was quickly running out of ways to keep back the flood. An involuntary noise alerted Freya when a couple drops escaped into my panties. Though I'm sure she'd figured it out when I dropped to my knees a second later, burying both hands between my thighs. Freya placed a hand on my shoulder, and whispered as low as possible. "It's not that bad" I looked at her puzzled. Was she implying what I thought she was? "You know, peeing" she continued forcing the words as tears gathered in her eyes. I didn't even have time to process her words before the door to the backroom opened up and the cops stepped out followed by Josh. I quickly got to my feet and started walking towards the backroom with Freya in hand. I noticed one of the cops whisper something to his colleague as he tried to point discreetly at Freya. He'd probably seen her accident on the playback. I wanted to go give him an earful and tell him off, but doing so would only mean I'd also pee myself - in front of everyone - so I gritted my teeth and hoped Freya at least hadn't noticed. "Alright girls I was thinking..." Josh turned to us before I cut him off. "No Josh. Stop. We're peeing and then we're going home!" I said and walked into the backroom. Josh could probably tell I was in no mood for any shenanigans as he didn't raise his normal fuss when I told him off. "Grab my bag" It probably ended up being more a command than a request but I had to hurry as my leaks were quickly going from drops to constant. Luckily with my pants already undone I could quickly pull them down along with my way-to-wet-for-comfort panties. I was peeing even before my butt hit the cold porcelain but I really didn't care. It felt too good to finally release the pressure that had built in my bladder. I didn't even care that Freya was standing less than two feet away looking rather awkward, at least not at first. But the loud hissing from my stream was definitely making this incredibly awkward for both of us. "I'm sorry it's not like I wanted to force you to witness this - I just- well - I was planning to go to the gym after our shift so I've packed some extra leggings and underwear - and " Still peeing and not really being able to find the words the embarrassment became very clear as I could feel my face getting red. Freya looked at me for a moment before starting to giggle. "I'd love to borrow them" she nodded, luckily understanding what I had been trying to get at. "But that still doesn't explain why I had to join you out here" Freya noted when she opened my bag. "Well - I - I REALLY didn't want to waste time having to close and lock the door." I admitted. "Understandable, you mind if I get changed, wet jeans aren't really comfortable?" "You're the one getting naked" I joked as my bladder finally reached empty and I could begin drying myself off. I couldn't help but to look over as Freya started undressing. As she kicked off her shoes I noticed that her socks were also wet and a bit of pee trickled out of her right shoe as it landed on its side. Her pants were still drenched so they clung to her legs and she really had to work to get them off. Wanting to give her some privacy I pulled up my panties, getting a real feel for how much I'd leaked, and pants. "I'll give you so privacy and wait outside" I said "Thanks" She nodded and hesitated to remove her underwear. "And thank you for everything today - you really helped." "Of course" I smiled back and flushed before walking back out to the backroom. In the end Josh gave us a couple of days off, the number for a crisis psychologist and swore to the both of us that none of our colleagues would know about Freya's accident, and before long we were heading out of the door, gave each other a hug and went home, finally done with the worst shift I've ever had working a service job.

Hello~ Title and tags pretty self explanatory I feel like. Though I do have some extra info I want to share with interested peeps~! I only RP on Discord. My Discord is JustYourAverageFloofyThing#0016. I do ask that I do like QUALITY roleplay. I don't want no medicine side effect advertisement speakers. I am open to just about anything piss related. Though I do want mostly Omo-type stuff than just pissing in and on people. Will give more details in DMs~ One last thing I do only want furry characters. No hoomies.

I have been turned on by desperation and accidents since I have understood what being turned on meant. I have had a few IRL desperation encounters; some genuine and some playing it up because they knew it turned me on and/or they were turned on by it. I have yet to witness an IRL accident though, save for one instance where it happened to my soon-to-be ex wife but I didn't see anything as she knows about my fetish but has never participated. This applies to both wetting and messing desperation and accidents. Also if it matters to anyone. I am a cisgender male and I have only ever dated cisgender females. I tagged everyone in this because I am curious if any of this applies to anyone and I wanted to be inclusive. All of that being said, the times I have witnessed the genuine desperation by that of a significant other, I wasn't turned on by it in the moment. Seeing someone I care deeply about being in a genuinely stressful situation that could turn into public humiliation/embarrassment made me just want to help them not have an actual accident. Full transparency, after the fact either during masturbation session or during sex, my imagination goes a wild with the situation embellishing details to create a scenario in which I would be turned on. I have had a few past relationships where my significant others would play up their desperation. I have had a few pee in the toilet in front of me just because and one poop in the toilet in front of me out of desperation. It has been fun for them to play up the desperation because they were enjoying it. I feel like if they are genuinely desperate, aren't into playing it up, and are genuinely distressed and aren't okay with having an accident, I can't be turned on by it. I am curious if any others have felt the same way with how having this fetish is kind of a delicate balance in that sense. And this extends even beyond just a significant other. I mean I have seen people desperate for a bathroom in public that I didn't know and couldn't be turned on because of the genuine fear they were experiencing. Oddly though, the recounting of such stories do turn me on like reading desperation accident stories on Toiletstool and the like because at that point the person is willing to share the story. At that point, it feels like they are okay afterward and by proxy me being turned on by it (with imaginative embellishment) takes out the genuine stress they were feeling while it happened. This is all very complicated but the question is. Has anyone not gotten turned on by genuine desperation and/or a public accident IRL essentially because you felt bad for the person in that moment? Thanks and I look forward to your replies!

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[WARNING, DRAWINGS MADE WITH AI] Himari was an ordinary high school girl who had only one friend, Kiato. Since the beginning of the summer, they had gone to school for their exams but today was different. It was extremely hot that day and Himari was dressed for maximum cooling in a green long-sleeved shirt and skinny jeans. Himari asked for permission to go to the bathroom but her teacher denied her because she was in the middle of an exam. She tried to stay calm, but the heat was unbearable and she couldn't help but drink water to keep cool. According to the doctor, her bladder was at 300 ml capacity, but the heat kept pushing the limit until it finally reached 700 ml. When the exam was finally over and Himari was ready to jump out of her seat, her teacher stopped her. It turns out that Himari had bad grades in math. Himari, holding her crotch, she asked for a pardon , but her master, seeing Himari's desperate situation for a bath, came up with an evil idea. The teacher punished her to do 15 difficult equations. Desperate for relief, Himari complied, swallowing hard she slowly made her way to the blackboard and tried her best to focus on the task at hand. Unbeknownst to her, her teacher was recording the whole episode, enjoying the show as himari squirmed, crossed and uncrossed her legs, and grabbed her crotch in a desperate attempt to hold them in. 25 minutes passed and her punishment was finally over, her teacher satisfied to see his student in a moment of such distress. Now with the punishment done. She quickly rushed to the women's bathroom only to find a very long line! Himari felt desperation in her gut and all she could do was line up with the other girls and hope for the best. But the wait seemed to be too much for Himari, and she started to take desperate measures. She started jumping around, crossing her legs, sometimes bending over and sitting down, also making heavy breaths that bothered the other girls. Himari felt her urination begin to drip, and she closed her eyes to calm the situation. Her only option was to run to the men's room. With her hands on her wet crotch, Himari ran desperate to the men's room and knocked on the door, but the shock of a girl urinating scared the boy inside so much that he refused to open the door. Sad and helpless, Himari couldn't take it anymore and ended up urinating in front of the other students. She felt the heat that her pee left and stained her pants creating a large puddle Kiato saw the whole scene and immediately rushed Himari's side to hug her. Everyone else was stunned and Himari couldn't help but cry from the embarrassment. Even Kiato felt her pain and the situation was just too frustrating. The next morning, Himari was too ashamed to show her face in the school, but Kiato refused to leave her side. He stayed with her and only hugged her, reassuring her that everything would be okay and that she wasn't alone. Himari was comforted by Kiato's words and strength, and it gave her the hope to start again. Alternative ending: It had been a long and difficult day in the classroom for Himari and her classmate Kiato. The summer heat had been relentless and Himari had been drinking a lot of water to stay hydrated. When she asked their teacher for permission to use the bathroom, her request was harshly refused. Himari was desperate and began to writhe in her chair from the discomfort. Kiato, feeling helpless, watched his friend and noticed her distress. He then stepped up and decided to lend a hand. Taking her shoulder comfortingly, he gave her an encouraging squeeze. Immediately, Himari lost control and a stream of urine shot out. Kiato knew he had to act fast so he held Himari's crotch tight in an effort to contain her, hoping the teacher wouldn't notice. The other students in the room were busy and none of them realized what was happening. With Himari's heavy breathing and weakened state, Kiato once again tried to help by squeezing her crotch firmly. Unfortunately, the teacher caught wind of their strange behavior and became suspicious. Kiato panicked and let go of Himari's crotch as he felt her begin to pass out. Before he could catch her, a cascade of urine poured from Himari's trousers. Kiato apoligized for not being able to help her more, seeming to understand that their actions were the result of a desperate situation. After the incident, Himari and Kiato found themselves the laughing stock of the classroom. They had gone to extreme lengths to deal the emergency and Himari and Kiato were constantly reminded of it by their classmates. Despite the ridicule and humiliation, the two had a deep understanding of the situation that had brought them there and a strong bond of friendship that would last many years and moments of laughter. Thanks for reading this. I wanted to put images made by artificial intelligence. I don't know if what I did was right but if I was wrong I'm very sorry.

Este post fue hecho porque recientemente recordé haber visto una película hace muchos años (debió ser alrededor de ~2005-2009) donde una chica es intimidada por un hombre y ella termina orinando sus panties de color gris (eso lo recuerdo claramente). Según yo la chica era una colegiala y la película salió en el canal 22 de México. No logro recordar nada más. Si tienen alguna información me encantaría conocerla. También si quieren hablar o tienen películas con escenas así tomo recomendaciones. Muchas Nunca he visto post en español en este sitio así que me disculpo si va contra alguna regla. I do speak english tho. Sorry if the post it's against any rule.

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Looking for a discord omorashi rp partner for My Hero Academia. It would basically work - we take turns choosing the prompt and just follows what the other wants. When it's your turn I'm fine with doing anything, and I'm looking for someone who's willing to also effort into my prompts as well ~

Hopefully I can do this justice. Tw: drug use (weed), hypnotism, cnc, human ashtray, degradation, dehumanising, slave play. We have been together many years and have talked about this stuff at length, please don't fuck with consent like this at home. . . Yesterday I made my boy (27m, blonde hair green eyes, toned twink, white, shaved) hydrate really well while he was at work, and go pee the second he felt able, not holding at all, just going every hour or so at the least. He was grateful and didn't realise at the time why I was doing it. That night When we got home I made him hydrate with Iced tea - a diuretic. He knew my fantasy - I had texted it to him previously (will add a screenshot if I can). We have a 24/7 total power exchange dynamic and he has verbal/aural triggers to drop him into sub space. When I knew he'd be starting to get desperate, I dropped him into sub space and told him he would be serving me for the rest of the night. In service space, he isn't allowed to speak, make eye contact, or ask for anything. He just does as he's told. I made him smoke half a joint, which is a LOT for him because he's new to smoking. I am not. Once he was sufficiently high, spaced out, and subby, we went out to the backyard. He sat on the floor by my feet while I smoked. I talked him into a hypnotised headspace - he's very susceptible to this. 'That's it puppy, lose yourself. Just get outside of your head, let your body take over. Can you feel all your muscles tingling? You feel so good all over, don't you? You love serving me' He was completely non verbal but I could see the signs of desperation. He was grabbing his cock through his jeans, whimpering occasionally; but so tranced out that he couldn't even begin to verbalise it even if he wanted to. I knew I wouldn't have to wait too long for him to fail. I started with fear play. I ashed my joint into his hand at first, then when he was even more out of it, onto his tongue. Never enough to burn him. I know he's scared of burns. I took his wrist and pressed my hot lighter against it - long enough to sting but again not long enough to cause damage. I admired his deep trust in me (he has non verbal safe words he could have easily used) - he was so very scared bur never pulled away. 'That's my good boy. Such a gold little service sub. You'll learn to enjoy the taste of ash, pet. I can see you grabbing that pretty cock of yours. Stop that, I told you to relax and lose yourself didn't I?' He let go diligently and was fidgeting a little. I knew it wouldmy take much more of the hypnotic pressure to push him to breaking point. 'Oh pet.. you haven't had a bathroom break. It's OK, better to wet yourself out here, before my friends arrive later, than to try and hold it and make a fool of me. What kind of man would I be to own a sub that can't even get through a party without pissing himself? If you cant learn to hold properly ill have to diaper you at work. Everyone would know. Stupid little piss pup can't control his aching bladder.' I could see him still holding back - wetting doesn't come naturally to him, he has so much shame around it. I needed to keep talking to him, to convince his brain to let him have relief. He had stopped whining now, a sure sign for him that the need was BAD. 'I've got you, pup. Listen to your body. Relax everything. Just let yourself go into the air, into nothing. You don't need to exist right now, no need to engage muscles. Just relax' He whimpered and I noticed a small wet spot - a leak. 'God pup, you look such a mess right now. You make my cock so hard. I'd love to force you to suck it right now. But then I couldn't use you as an ash tray, and I still need that. You're so useless. So brain-dead. Don't think. Just let go.' He gasped suddenly and I heard the familiar hissing - he was wetting. He began moaning, his head dropping back in pleasure as he emptied his very full bladder. 'That's it pup. I see you wetting yourself. You may as well let it all go now. Relax, pet.' He reached down and lightly stroked himself through his jeans while he continued to wet. There was so much. It had been a good 45 seconds. 'Oh pup, you really had to go for me didn't you? I can't believe you held all that. Are you done yet?' He whimpered and dropping his head forward against my knee, as a new hard rush of piss was released into his jeans. He clearly still needed to go. He peed for at least another minute, moaning and lightly touching himself, before he started panting and grabbing at me - finished. 'That's it pet. Empty now? Focus on how relaxed your muscles feel now. You need to train them to relax like this. Look at you, covered in piss for me.' I ashed my joint again and he began jerking off through his jeans. He has a 9inch uncut dick, so I could see how hard he was so quickly. I knew he was so lost in his pleasure that I could easily get him to cum. 'You need to empty those balls now too, don't you pet? That cock is so hard, now you need to cum. You've already made such a mess, look at the size of the puddle you're in. Why don't you make yourself cum for me?' It didn't take long - he was crying out, buring his head in my lap as he came, almost in tears, sobbing out his release. It took me ages to pull him enough out of sub space to get him to strip off and come shower. I got him dressed up warm (it's winter here) and settled in bed with him. Soon he started grinding against my leg - I knew he wanted to make me cum. I told him to fuck me - he wasn't allowed to cum, only edge. It didn't last long - watching him wet in that hypnotic state had got me so worked up, I came so quickly and so hard. Lots of cuddles and after-care last night and today 🥰 ask me any questions!!

(Sorry if its not great, this is my first post here. Bare with me) So, I'm currently on summer break before I head off to Uni and I'm honestly bored to death so I decided to have some fun 😉. I've been wanting to try Omo dungeon for a while now but I've just not had the time until today. Thought it'd be even more interesting if I used coffee for the first 500ml and didn't pee before hand, this might have been my downfall though as I don't exactly have the best bladder capacity. I went into the challenge at around a 2/10 which I didn't see as too much of a problem and decided to play some MLB 23 to ass time time when there were timers. Got bored of MLB after about 15 minutes and switched over to some osu!, I also had to take another drink at this point and I was sitting at around a 2.5 close to a 3. I was tempted to fill the bucket with pee but I decided to fill it from the river and drink 100ml, this didn't do much for the fact that I already kinda had to pee but we roll. Did a run through of Ascension to Heaven and then was time for another 100ml. It's interesting how much it affected my focus having to stop and drink every 5 minutes, I could barely play because I was thinking about having to drink. I was still sat around a 2.5, not quite a 3 yet when i took the third drink from the river. still couldn't focus on my game though. When I got to the first door, I was definitely at a 3 and I finished the water I got for the river. I used a pint glass that I got from a beer festival because it had line markings on it to help measure the amounts. I was also starting to get a bit horny but I decided that I couldn't have a wank until I either pissed myself or beat the dungeon. The waiting was difficult and the desperation shot up to around a 5/10, I'm thinking that this was the coffee hitting but I started squirming in my chair a bit. I also decided to put a pair of boxers on incase I leaked to save my joggers. Decided to drink 200ml so that I wouldn't have to wait as long but it was a little difficult cause of everything. I was stupid horny and I had to go, it was torturous but I loved it. I was at a 6 at this point and I had drank around 1.3L, I definitely would've gone to the bathroom by this point normally but I was determined. I chose to do the agility challenge first because I knew it would be the hardest one for me to complete. The stretch was just uncomfortable but the jumping jacks felt like knives in my bladder. I almost leaked during the pushups but I made it through dry, the sit-ups made me have to potty dance but still no leaks. I was at a 7/10 by the end of the agility though. I got through the mind challenge okay because there weren't any water sounds and I'm not a super visual person but I still needed to squirm and keep my legs crossed to prevent any leakage. As I was getting ready to start the endurance challenge my older brother came in to ask me something and he spooked me, enough to the point where I felt it coming out. Not wanting to make a mess in front of my brother I ran to the bathroom as fast as I could, pulling my joggers off as I went. I knew I wouldn't make it to the toilet and I wanted to at least get a wetting out of it so I jumped in the bath. As soon as I was in the tub, rivers of light golden piss burst out of me soaking my boxers and the bottom of my shirt. It felt glorious and even though my hold didn't go as planned and I'll definitely need to try omo dungeon again, I'm still pretty satisfied. As I'm typing this I'm in fresh clothes, relieved in more ways than one and my bladder is filling again. I do have to admit that having a planned hold turn into a genuine accident was terrifying and not something I think I want to repeat any time soon.

Hey guys this is my first time posting a fictional story to this website so please be gentle! I figured I would experiment with a bit of my writing and work into something new. I hope that you enjoy the story and if you have any critics to please let me know. I intend to hone my abilities as a writer and improve. Thank you! The morning light was filtering through the humid morning air. Trickles of dust dance on the light rays as if excited for the fresh start of a weekend. The familiar room of white walls and clean surfaces seemed to exude the personality of the owner lying in bed. Each object in the room had its unique position and was a reminder of a clean sophisticated lifestyle. No time for clutter or dust, just time to relax and indulge in an orderly home. Inside the room was a series of bookshelves and paintings that held onto stories. Illuminating each shelf were stories like “Great Gatsby”, “Eragon”, “Paradise Lost”, “Dante’s Inferno” and “The Canterbury Tales” each story a world completely unlike the society of modern times. The paintings told another story of times past, rather than paintings of hillsides and beauty; these paintings were almost horrifying to look at for the shapes were strange and stretched. The abstraction of thoughts was lost in the artist as they splattered the canvas. A testament to the utmost tradition. The blending of traditional literature with nontraditional abstract art told a profound story of the individual snoring in bed. The sheet was neatly folded over them as if the bed had never been slept in before and the crisp clean showed a manner of discipline when lying down in bed. As if every single movement was painfully obvious and calculated. The bed was folded in the specific manner of hospital corners and was covered was a bland brown blanket that yielded no other use than warmth. In not for the small occasional snore, one could forget that someone was sleeping. Dreams. Dark abysses are full of disdain and pain. No time for a small moment and no time for precision. Only reminders of a past life. Another mortar made contact with the ground outside. The shaking earth meant that the explosion had to have been close, the Soldier peeked her head outside the tent to see the scattered remains of a Soldier he had met at chow last night. The crater was fifteen meters in diameter and left barely a remnant of the tent that was once settled on the blackened earth. The sounds of alarms finally reached the ears of the horrified Soldier as the shock of the explosion wore off. The time to run was now, each day of hell he remembered the important lessons of Soldiers past that in the event of a motor run you must run like hell and dive for cover. Except for the question of the evening where is the cover? Having only just gotten to the sandbox a week ago the reality of the new environment was still setting in and the days of travel and briefs had caused her brain to go numb. The panic began to take over and it was obvious that the amount of time contemplating this moment in time could only mean death. The sound of a brief whistle could be heard as the soldier sat frozen in despair. The only feeling was the warm sensation filling her lap. A warm envelope of liquid spread across her hips and trailed down into the seat of her uniform. Tears began streaming down her face and the sudden realization of how quickly life could end struck her like a freight train. This was the end. With the explosion in the dream rocketing her out of a deep sleep, the panic that once took over her entire body had finally begun to dissipate. Like darkness that was ripped out by the consciousness of the daylight streaming through the windows. The once neatly pressed bed was drenched. The light brown color of the blanket changed to a deep-seated brown that sagged with the weight of her despair. The smell of fresh urine filled the room, and the lack of control was evident. Frozen in fear she could not stop the never-ending stream. The paralyzing fear of death was gripping her bladder and refused to let go. The sagging of her blanket and pajamas were the only thing breaking her from the trance. Finally, as if in a fit of rage, she sat up with haste. Holding herself with both hands she managed to cut off the stream, but it was too late. Her tired bladder could do nothing against the flood which caused her to give up. Three nights in a row her bed was soaked, and three nights in a row she was helpless to stop herself. Why try to retain something so simple when life was so easily taken away?

So I'm new and I have been having alot of accidents lately and I've been wetting the bed alot. I'm female and I have a condition that makes me have accidents and wet the bed ptsd and pcos have been causing it and I'm really into omorashi I just feel so embarrassed and guilty for having accidents like this and liking them My friend told me to post on here and read yalls stories to know that I'm not alone cause I wear diapers now 24/7

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.

I've heard people could wet from fear, seen it on tv, but never in person. Have you seen it or experienced this? I wanna know what happens cause that seems so random No need to go into details of what scared you, cause trauma and such, just saying you were scared is ok.

View File Wetters 2.0(108) 20 mixed wettings to start a new folder(with titled screens 4 the one that moaned at me on the first folder☺️) Submitter robster67 Submitted 08/18/2023 Category Female  

Hello everyone. This is my first attempt to write an story in English. Its an imaginary story, so let me know your thoughts. ...... Hi, I am Suparna from India. I am currently in the final year of the MBBS ( Doctor graduation course for Westerners ) course in the prestigious college in our country. This incident happened to me during my last final practical exam. For some context, the practical exam for mbbs is an extremely drawn out process. It starts in the morning with identification of some body parts relevant to the subject, then actually cutting into cadaver ( preserved dead bodies) to find out body parts, perform some procedures, and ends with viva. And this process goes for the whole day. At the Start of my final practical exam, I was wearing a pretty normal top, normal innerwear and a skin colour slaxx, I wanted to be comfortable for the upcoming day. I had my food, and hydrated myself, and went to the exam lab at 10am in the morning. All the procedures till viva took 3pm in the afternoon. And after that, I went to the line for viva. In the viva line, I am last in our batch ( the line order is alphabetical), so I was waiting at the end of the line, there were like 15 students before me. I brought out my notes, and started revising before the viva ( it is allowed ). During that, I had a little urge to pee, but I ignored it and focused on studying. I was super nervous about the viva, because the professor who was taking it was very senior surgeon. So I tried to ignore my urge, and concentrated. After nearly 40 mins, my turn came. I left my bag outside, and entered the room. The professor was sitting on the desk, kinda ready to leave as I was the last student. I stood in the middle of the room, and he asked me to come to the desk and sign the attendance sheet. After that, he said " Ok suparna right? Let's get this over with ..." And started asking me question related to the course, which I don't want to bore the readers with. But the gist was, they were hard, it was like he wanted to ask hard questions to end the session quickly. I could barely answer the first 2 questions, stumbled on the third one.. but 4,5,6 questions were totally clueless to me.. i was just fumbling... At that moment, due to the sheer nervousness, my urge to pee suddenly came back with 10 fold intensity. My bladder was full,and started hurting... I crossed my leg while facing the seventh question, which also I didn't knew the full answer. On the 9th question, i was bursting, both in pressure and shame of not being able to answer anything. Then came the 10th question, the question which I knew the answer, I tried to collect my thought, and tried to give the answer, but I realised what happened. In the second of concentration loss, my bladder gave up on me, and piss started rolling down, making a dark spot in my skin colour slaxx.... In front of this well known surgeon, I suddenly did not know what to do, covered my face, while I peed completely infront of him.. after 10 seconds of silence, the professor started laughing " you are such a nervous child, do you really think you can become a doctor in this situation? Tell me should I even pass you? " I was shut off my brain, nothing came to my mind, I just embarrassed myself in front of the surgeon, and now I might possibly fail the exam. I was stupendous... The professor said " Tell me should I pass you? U reek if piss now." I had some courage to say " Yes sir, I need to pass, my parents are believing in me." ....... I will tell the overly sexualise fantasy only someone comments that its okay to continue. Let me know the opinion. Thank you.

Whenever I drink to much and watch a scary movie I piss all over myself if something to loud or shocking happens what are your guys experience with fear wetting?

Hey folks! This is a follow-up to the historical fiction story I wrote earlier this month. I featured the characters from that story, but introduced some physicians who attempt to treat the family's bedwetting issues. I had a great time researching this and am so thankful to live in a time of modern medicine! This is a prequel save some minor events that take place after the first story. For the first story take a look here: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/91432-the-ealdormans-family-a-tale-of-wayward-herbcraft/#comment-2098726 -------- CW: Description of animal parts (organs, limbs, etc.) used for medieval oral medicines Aelfwynn giggled as she finished the final stitch in her brother’s gift. She knew that presenting it to him would conjure myriad feelings. Ceolwulf would be scornful at first but ultimately appreciative, just as she felt her own intentions behind making the linen nappy were both jocose and nurturing. Aelfwynn thought to herself, “If Ceolwulf can’t keep the ale from running right through him, this might as well keep his bed a little dry.” As she worked on the diaper, Aelfwynn reflected on the memories of struggle and backhanded camaraderie she shared with her brother. As young children, they seldom spared opportunities to chastise each other for their respective bladder woes. Although they both wet the bed almost every night until adolescence and could quietly empathize, they would often celebrate their own dry nights by teasing the other who wasn’t as fortunate. This ‘give and take’ (along with numerous accidents) persisted well into their young adulthood. The most embarrassing moment Aelfwynn recalled as she stitched was two years prior when she had foraged for herbs and mushrooms in the late Summer. She had been so exhausted from her poor sleep the night before that she set her basket down and sat against a tree for a quick nap. She stretched her legs out and placed her hands between them before letting the weight of her eyes drop. The sound of the river quickly soothed her into a pleasant sleep. After an indeterminable time, Aelfwynn arose and walked to the edge of the river. She knelt and placed both hands in the gently flowing stream. It felt so invigorating in the August heat. She then stood up, lifted her chemise and over dress with both hands and walked into the shallow water. Though she only walked in up to her ankles, she felt a coolness spread throughout her entire body. Although public bathing was not uncouth, she felt a strong urge to sit on the river bed with all of her clothes on. Facing downstream she sat on the riverbed and felt the unique sensation of her clothes absorbing the water. She found the spreading wetness around her lower half to be arousing as the river pushed against her lower back. Given how cool the water had felt initially, she was surprised that her groin and thighs felt warm, almost like- “Oh no,” Aelfwynn thought as her eyes popped open. She quickly removed her hands from her now wet crotch as if to catch herself from falling, even though she remained sitting against the tree. She didn’t need her hands to feel the dampness beneath her. “Oh no, no, no, no, NO!” she thought loudly to herself. Using both of her hands she stood up and felt the mixture of urine and soil from where she sat against her backside. She had soaked her dress down to the back of her calves. The front of her dress also displayed a telltale patch as the weight of her hands had pressed her dress into her crotch. She groaned as she angrily picked up her basket and turned to leave. As she turned in the direction of home, she suddenly came face to face with Ceolwulf. “BOO!” he said. Aelfwynn gave a start and released what must have been the last spurt of urine left in her bladder. “Mum’s looking for you,” Ceolwulf began. “What happened here?” he continued gesturing towards the wet patch on her groin. “Nothing”, Aelfwynn snarled as she marched past Ceolwulf, positioning her basket somewhat awkwardly behind her. “Did you squat and piss through your dress? Your bum is soaked!” Ceolwulf cackled. “Not another word!” Aelfwynn called as she walked on without turning to face him. 'Why is he like this?' Aelfwynn thought to herself. She never had this dynamic with her older sister. Cora always seemed so poised when handling her own bladder issues while offering patience in equal measure to her younger siblings. Aelfwynn knew Cora still grappled with shame, but couldn’t help envying the elder daughter’s ability to mask it with the utmost grace. Perhaps through mutual teasing, her and Ceolwulf had simply been trying to recover the self-respect that they lost and cautiously regained night after night. Thus, on the day her family was to meet the king, Aelfwynn’s inner child felt a pang of vindication as she hurled the diaper at Ceolwulf. She hadn’t expected her brother to be naked, but that just made her and Cora laugh harder as they scurried away from his window. Save their cloaks, the girls were already dressed for their visit to the mint. The horses were readied early, which allowed Bronwynn’s two sons to assist Ceolwulf with his sodden mattress as he groggily dressed himself. Cora felt a twinge of regret after taking part in Aelfwynn’s shaming of their younger brother. She knew that as the ealdorman’s son, he felt excessive pressure to dignify the family name and commit himself to a judicious public life. The prevailing hope was that he could succeed his father as a capable leader whose prowess would overshadow the family's hereditary condition. Cora felt especially sympathetic that her brother had experienced more unpleasantness at the hands of the local leeches than even she had. These physicians, whose common name referenced their hallmark remedy, were a wily, learned bunch from the nearby abbey. They were renowned for successfully treating patients with practices pioneered by the ancient Greeks and Romans along with what they called ‘the divine secrets of Byzantium’. Although some abbots would have been scandalized by the use of such practices, the head of the Warwick physicians saw no issue with newer ‘Christian studies of the humors.’ Cora never forgot the first time she met her first leech. She was 12 years old when her parents made the first of many desperate attempts to seek advanced remedies for her and her siblings’ bedwetting. “You see, sir, with relation to the humors women are colder and thus wetter, while men are warmer and often more dry. Study of the temperaments prove that women are more prone to infections of the urine and unable to retain their water,” the aging leech said facing the ealdorman. “May I ask, seeing as you have servants in the home, would you call your daughter a layabout?” Cora’s mother, Glyda, held a stony expression as she responded, “I make sure my daughter tends to all of her chores daily. She always helps with the other children as well, seldom with any prompting or complaining. Do you suppose it is our rearing that causes Cora’s bladder to fail at night?” “No, no, forgive me. I am sure she does everything she’s told,” the leech responded with an elongated ‘e’ at the beginning of ‘everything’ and an overzealous smile directed at Cora. “Never forget, however, that sloth does weaken the bladder. It can change the urine to an unhealthy color and impart a very peculiar flavor.” Cora had seen urine used to treat wounds, prepare leathers, and keep animals out of the garden, but she was absolutely perplexed and repulsed as the leech described urine’s relative flavors. “Well my advice then would be to avoid water before bed, no sour-tasting food or drink, and very little time immersed in water. Bathing with a warm, wet cloth is sufficient.” “What about swimming in the river?” Cora asked. “I love swimming with friends and it keeps us cool when we work outdoors.” “No more than five minutes of swimming each day. You see it’s not just women with cold and wet temperaments, but even fishermen display them as well. The water does something to your body, for it was writ by Galen himself.” Glyda seemed skeptical. “What about dandelion? My mother would give us dandelion tea to help void bad urine.” “Perhaps that is worth a try, but not too much, especially not before bed,” the doctor replied. “Oh and don’t forget Pliny’s powder as well.” The ealdorman made an affirming hum. “I know the stuff. My mother often prepared it for me as a child. I can’t say it did all that much. But it was easier to stomach than the goat bladder.” “Ah you must simply increase the amount then,” the doctor remarked. “Add a dash of powder to all of your children’s food and drink if you can afford it. You should see results in due course.” “Do you speak of charred swine?” Glyda asked. “You know of it? It’s truly remarkable! Pliny the Elder used it for those who cannot hold their urine, whether it be by day or by night. However, you must char the legs AND the claws. Grind them down and you have your cure.” “I’ll ask Bronwynn to send her boys to the woods. I’m sure they’ll fetch a boar before nightfall,” Glyda said as she left the room. Of course, whether they corresponded with such treatments or not, all of the ealdorman’s children had their share of dry spells. Sometimes they seemed like flukes that occurred well after treatments had been discontinued. Their mother Glyda continued to put faith in her mother’s remedies, which to the entire family seemed to be the most effective. However, of all the children Ceolwulf experienced dry nights the least. Although Aelfwynn seemed to struggle just as much, Ceolwulf’s condition was deemed worse. Since he was ‘wetter’ and ‘colder’ than men ought to be by the leeches’ standards, he was prescribed the most questionable treatment. “And how fresh must the brain be?” the ealdorman asked. “Very fresh, sir!” the young leech replied gleefully. “Sextus Placitus recommends that the hare’s brain still be warm when added to the wine. Once the brain cools, discard it and give the wine to the child.” Ceolwulf was nauseous just thinking about the process. He had helped prepare wild game to be used in the kitchen countless times, but he had always been taught that the brain was immediately discarded along with other entrails. The thought that wine would be tainted in such a way seemed too foul to comprehend. Cora remembers hearing the 14 year old Ceolwulf pleading with their parents, “I promise I’ll try harder to keep my bed dry. I’ll drink less during the day. I won’t swim anymore. I’ll even keep a cockerel in my room to wake me at all hours.” Both the ealdorman and Glyda rolled their eyes and sighed at this last suggestion. Cora, who even now at 18 years old was having her fair share of wet nights, intervened, “What if I drank it first, Ceolwulf? Would you feel better about trying it then?” She felt a nervous twinge in her bladder even though she had made the suggestion herself. Ceolwulf was in awe over Cora’s bold willingness to accept the leech’s treatment. Clearly scandalized Ceolwulf stammered, “Uh- I mean- that’s not- uh- I mean- no. No! I can do this. In fact, I’ll trap that hare and take it’s brain myself. No one in the room had anticipated Ceolwulf’s sudden determination and all but the leech doubted that he would follow through with his plan. “Splendid!” the leech exclaimed. “This heady brew will right your body, my boy. Trust me!” Before procuring the necessary ingredients, the young leech also insisted that Ceolwulf partake in a healing ritual. The leech turned to Cora, “My dear, would you please go to your stables and capture a dung beetle for me?” Cora seemed perplexed by the request and looked at both of her parents. They looked back at her and the ealdorman nodded silently. Cora sighed as she turned and left the room. Upon leaving the house, she felt another twinge in her bladder. She realized that what she thought was just nerves earlier had actually been a sign of desperation. Ever since her recent bout of ‘elfshot’* she found it very hard to hold for more than a few minutes after the first sign of desperation. With a task at hand, she didn’t want to tarry and quickened her pace to the stable. She stood between two horses and glanced around to make sure she was alone. Before she could fully assess her surroundings, her bladder gave out and a steady trickle of urine hit the straw-laden ground beneath her and gently splashed against her bare feet. Rather than squatting, Cora simply lifted her chemise and over dress to waist level so that the ensuing stream wouldn’t mark her clothes. She released a powerful stream for about 15 seconds when she suddenly heard the approach of a horse. As the stream became less intense she slowly lowered her dress and positioned her hips back so that most of what was left in her bladder landed at her feet, though the repositioning caused some warm rivulets to course down her legs. Cora put her hands on her hips as she saw Bronwynn’s eldest son, Ronan, dismount from his horse, clearly preoccupied with removing the small boar that seemed to have nearly fallen off in transit. Though it didn’t seem like he had seen her, Cora felt compelled to make her presence known, so she didn’t cause alarm if he were to turn and see her standing there. As she pushed out the last few spurts of urine onto her feet, she asked in an uncharacteristically curt tone, “Good hunt?” “Aye”, Ronan replied. “Barely had time to fasten the beast on before a couple hungry looking rogues came looking for a free meal.” As the last few drops escaped her, Cora replied, “I will offer my thanks to God for your safe return today.” “Thank you, m’lady. I do feel blessed to be back and still among the breathing.” Ronan replied as he removed the boar from the back of his horse and walked towards the back of the house where wild game was prepared. Cora noticed that the cloth between Ronan’s legs looked damp down past his knees, though she assumed that it was just excessive sweat. Once she regained focus she set about finding that beetle the leech had requested. After 10 minutes or so, Cora came back into the room with a small beetle in hand and gave it to the leech as Aelfwynn trotted in behind her. Having just seen Cora scrounging in the stables for a beetle, Aelfwynn thought this ritual would be something interesting to observe. “Thank you, Cora. Now please join hands together in prayer as the lord works through me.” Ceolwulf laid down on his bed, which smelled of both sage and urine, and the leech placed the tip of his ring finger upon his patient’s bladder. The leech closed his eyes and threw the dung beetle over his shoulder before uttering in a low, crescendoing voice: “Remedium facio ad vesicae defectum!” Everyone remained still for about 15 seconds, when the leech finally moved. “Now Ceolwulf,” the leech began, “you have a hare to find.” Cora wasn’t sure if she had actually planned on drinking any of what she felt to be a truly bizarre potion. She certainly hadn’t expected her encouraging words to work so well. After Glyda prepared the brew, Ceolwulf did not object or complain; he was very surprised that he managed to keep any of the wine down. Although the children had been privy to countless Saxon healing rituals before, the inclusion of the ‘communion wine’, as the family jokingly called it, was certainly different. What was even more surprising about the whole affair was Ceolwulf’s subsequent dry spell. 99 consecutive dry nights, the longest he had ever gone without wetting the bed up to that point. Ceolwulf teased Aelfwynn consistently for wetting the bed during his dry spell. However, she remained far less bothered than usual as she routinely rebutted, “You can keep your harebrained ideas to yourself”. Cora never knew why Ceolwulf started wetting the bed again, but she had a feeling that Aelfwynn (and maybe a pot of warm water) had something to do with it. “Did it fit?” Aelfwynn asked from atop her horse as Ceolwulf mounted his steed. “I have no cause to wear that thing” Ceolwulf muttered. Even Cora snickered at Ceolwulf’s prideful remark. The ealdorman shot her a look as he rode past them both. “We will keep ALL private matters out of earshot today. Do you understand?” “Yes, father,” the three adult children said hollowly. “Oh now don’t be sullen. This will be a day of jubilation and merrymaking, just with the utmost dignity and respect of course,” the ealdorman insisted. With that, the family and their escorts rode on to the royal mint. -------- Stay tuned for the actual sequel! *Elfshot is technically ureteric colic. Saxons believed it was the result of an arrow shot by elves into the groin of an unsuspecting human. This was apparently treated with magic charms. Here I am referring to a less severe urinary tract infection as ‘elfshot’. Sources: https://www.baus.org.uk/museum/80/the_dark_ages https://journals.sbmu.ac.ir/urolj/index.php/uj/article/view/2842/1005 https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4410439/ https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK540246/

View File how did u get into wetting ?(170) what kick started u into omorashi?school/party/girlfriend/scoolbully/online mistress/your crush/or did u get blackmailed ? Submitter robster67 Submitted 07/31/2023 Category Female  

View File Wetting Clips from Chinese Television and Movie - from Ixigua I found these on Ixigua a while back. They are mostly clips from Chinese TV and movies, often with those annoying voice over descriptions of what is going on or added music. But there are some passable wetting clips in there. Oh and there's a few corny bedwetting pranks. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/04/2023 Category Female