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View File Humiliated Stepmom Pees LENGTH: 8 minutes 54 seconds 08:54 This is a gem from Natalie Wonder Clips. It's a POV, where the viewer is the stepson having his friend over. You decide to prank stepmom by locking the bathroom door. She tries to open it with her credit card to no avail and can't call anyone in the middle of the night. You laugh at her as she frustratedly tries to pry the door open until she pees. Submitter Burgers Submitted 02/26/2024 Category Female
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LENGTH: 8 minutes 54 seconds 08:54 This is a gem from Natalie Wonder Clips. It's a POV, where the viewer is the stepson having his friend over. You decide to prank stepmom by locking the bathroom door. She tries to open it with her credit card to no avail and can't call anyone in the middle of the night. You laugh at her as she frustratedly tries to pry the door open until she pees.Free-
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Comic from taya about 2 girls stuck on a train, and one of them needs to pee. Her friend ends up holding a towel to her pussy to absorb the pee, but it doesn't work. -
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Bilingual guy posted a gallery image in Omorashi Doujins
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Bilingual guy posted a gallery image in Omorashi Doujins
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Bilingual guy posted a gallery image in Omorashi Doujins
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Bilingual guy posted a gallery image in Omorashi Doujins
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Hello! I am moving this topic out of omtushu into omorashi general, because although she wears one through most of this story, Faun is not quite a diaper character in my mind, and some wetting occurs even in this story outside of diapers. Since I am trans-posting, I will aslo make a few edits while I'm at it (spelling mistakes, grammatial errors, etc). +++ ORIGINAL POST +++ This is a shorter fiction with an anthro (with animal head but human-shaped hands and clothes) of similar bladder characteristics to Alice In Wettingland by SomeGirl, hope you all enjoy! (don't forget to upvote if you do) Faun was a cream lynx with red ears (and other patches), happily working from home as a website technician. She was fairly curvy, rather buxom some would say, and had a quiet disposition. In fact, the only thing that seemed negative on her dating resume was that she was constantly in want of a pee. This was not just because of a small bladder, or even because of weak bladder control. It wasn’t because of anything like that. Her bladder just plain defied the laws of terrestrial physics. It absolutely refused to stay empty, even for a minute. Whenever she went pee, she always needed to go again a moment later, and she always had a decent amount in there for letting go (though if she held onto it for awhile she would indeed get slowly fuller, eventually wetting herself). Sometimes, she would even pee in impossibly huge amounts, often faster and harder than she could do anything about it. This odd condition had been part of her life as long as she could remember, finally becoming relevant when she flooded a porta-jane and then didn't stop peeing for a few minutes (which eventually won her positive fame throughout her girl scout league). She suspected that it something to do with her parenthood, but since she was an orphan, that was not an explorable option. One day, Faun happened to be out shopping for party items, thankfully with a short list (“Don't want a repeat of what happened last time, do we?” she had said to her bladder). Despite the apparent lack of danger, she was wearing a super-strength diaper just in case, and had drunk very little (that sometimes helped). At the moment, she was in the cookie isle. “Hmm, Oreos or Vanilla Wafers?” she debated, “Well, I know Hamilton really likes vanilla, but Cloey...” “Hey!” her bladder unexpectedly interrupted, “I need to go to the ladie's room, and you'd better head there soon considering.” “Oh, you ALWAYS have to go to the ladie's room,” Faun contradicted. But she was getting a little fidgety, and she seemed to be filling up rather fast. “A-And besides, I'm wearing a diaper,” she added. She was already crossing her legs rather tightly, and hunching a little. She really needed to pee. *Bing!* Her phone went off. She checked it, and it was a driving plans reminder. “Traffic conditions seem to be slowing down. Depart within 5 minutes to arrive at Home by 5:15.” Oh boy, she had better head for the checkout now. She had given herself 20 minutes to prepare party ingredients, 10 minutes to change her diaper and probably immediately wet and change it again, then an extra 15 minutes margin in case something went wrong. “Ohh, time to head home,” she said, “I think I can hold it.” It wasn't that bad, and the filling was slowing down. She could make it. Tiny-tapdancing the whole way, she walked back to the front of the store, and... Twelve people in line at the checkout?! She looked to the left and right. It was the only one open. “Wha..? How..? What is...?” “They had a breakout of bovid,” the man in front of her said, turning around, “She's the only checkout lady who has breasts big enough to be unaffected by it.” Faun looked around the line at the checkout lady. She was a white rabbit with short brown hair, and did indeed have a quite plentiful bosom, even larger than Faun's. Oh, well, at least... There was bottled water next to the checkout counter. She couldn't help thinking about it. She began to piss. At first, she was terrified, because after looking at the rabbit's jean shorts (of which she had a pair or two), she thought she was wetting her skirt. Then she remembered -oh, thank goodness – she was wearing a diaper, and feeling the warm pee swirl about her crotch just made her want to piss some more, and... She just let it out. All of it. It was liberating. She moaned with relief. “Is... something wrong?” The man in front of her turned around again. “No, it's nothing,” she panted, still peeing, “I just...” He noticed the whizzing sound, and looked down. “I'm wearing a diaper, and I really needed a pee,” she explained. He gave a stoic nod and turned away again. They were now down to 9 people. By the time it was her turn at the checkout, she was already squirming again, almost to her bewilderment. She had awlays gotten desperate fast, but not that fast. It was usually at least half an hour between needing to pee again and emergency status, but this had only been about 7 minutes. In addition, something about her bladder was feeling different. Almost baby-ish, in a sense. She needed to... *Pissss.* What?!? She lost control right there at the checkout, and it didn't even feel like enough to make her wet herself under normal conditions. She was incontinent. “Alright,” the checkout lady said, “There you go, and have a great d... Is something wrong?” She had seen the expression on Faun's face. “Uh, no. Sorry,” she recovered, “Everything's fine. I just... realized something personal.” “Oh. Okay,” the lady smiled again, and laughed. “Bye!” Faun said, then ran for the door, already beginning to feel uncomfortable again. Something about wetting herself in public, about the diaper, about not really caring and maybe even half-liking the situation, something about it all had let something free down south that should have been kept well secured. Thankfully, it did not seem permanent. “But until I take off the diaper,” she thought to herself, “I think I'll have this baby-bladder condition the rest of the way home. I really hope the diaper holds...” By the time she got in the car, Faun was desperate again, though still resistant to a third wetting. She started the car, and... *Chink!* ...backed right into the shopping cart she had forgotten to put away. Torturously, she returned her car to the parking space, almost crying as she did so. When she got up, she made the mistake of stretching her left leg out the door before her right leg left the seat, thus pinching her bladder into submission. Another full load of warm, sweet piss flowed into the diaper. “No!” she almost yelled, and clenched to stop the stream. Amazingly, she succeeded, and gave a groan of frustration. But the success did not last for long. As she waddled to put the shopping cart back, the force of stopped pee pushed out a spurt, then another, then another in arbitrary sizes, until finally she just gave up and let whiz inside her diaper. “This has got to stop,” she said, before she began enjoying the warm pool of liquid now forming above the absorbent padding at the bottom of the diaper. She sighed with pleasure, and instantly her bladder refilled almost to the maximum, pissing hard. “No, no, no!” She stopped the flow again, more focused this time, and hobbled with clenched teeth back to the car. By the time she had reached her apartment, though, Faun was near the end of her strength. Her teeth were still clenched, but her eyes now had a pleading look in them. She had peed herself another 3 times on the way home (she seemed to have better control while driving): Once at a traffic light when she had tried to relax to pass the time (and her urethra presumptuously relaxed quite a bit more than the rest of her did), once when at a second traffic light, she had been trying to distract herself with examining the party list and a car honking from behind had startled her (a short but strong wee, that one), and finally to top it all off someone had thrown a huge bucket of water out in the storm drain right as she arrived on her home street. It looked like they were just finishing an outside activity and were meaning no harm, but watching all that sloshy water pour out on the pavement, flowing down the drain, she couldn't help it. She started peeing without even knowing it, and had well wet herself by the time she did realize it. Forcefully regained control as she pulled into her house's driveway, she was very confused for a moment, because there was another car parked in front of her garage. Then she remembered: Oh yes, she had called Lola and asked her to decorate (a golden retriever who was good at that). That was Lola's car. Barely stopping the engine, Faun clambered out of her own car, not even thinking about the groceries until she was halfway to the porch, and by then she didn't care. She ran up to the door, and had already reached for her keys, but thankfully checked the doorknob first and discovered that it was already unlocked! Quite hopeful now, she went inside, quickly but somewhat crookedly made her way to her bathroom, and... *ka-bonk!* The door was locked. From inside, she could hear Lola saying something inquisitive, but she didn't care to listen. She just banged on the door and screamed, “Lola-let-me-in-I-really-need-to-pee!!!” “I'll be right out!” her friend said, obviously understanding the urgency of the matter, but unable to help. “I'm sorry, I'm half naked!” Faun drew back from the door, her eyes wide. That little bit of early relaxing she had done was catching up to her. She knew she couldn't hold it back: the pee was COMING. Desperately, she did all the subtle mental and physical tricks she had discovered over the years that would maybe slow her bladder's magical ability to generate pee, but it wasn't enough. She would overflow onto the carpet. “Please hold,” she said to her almost flooded diaper, just as her pee started. It came slowly at first, then began to speed up as she lost more reserve. Those few seconds waiting for Lola seemed forever. The diaper was about 95% full. 98%. 99%... *Click* The door unlocked and Lola came out, sports bra dawned over her magnificent baps but shirt and jacket still inside the bathroom. “Sorry!” she said again as Faun swerved by her with expert balance of a last die-hard effort to keep the pee from spilling, slam-locked the door behind her in one motion, nearly-ripped the diaper to her ankles and thumped down on the toilet before it had even fallen all the way down her legs. As soon as the diaper was off and away from her crotch, her normal urethral control immediately returned, but exactly what happened to the pee balance was confusing: she stopped peeing, but her bladder began aching horribly. “Ahh, rrh, uhhh-hu-aaa,” she moaned as she began peeing again. It felt like all the world's oceans being taken off her bladder, and she LET IT GO! At first she was just pissing hard against the toilet front, then as she relaxed a little more she began peeing at superhiman strength. Then gradually she fully relaxed, and THEN... She was letting free a HUGE spray that went through the crack between the toilet seat and the bowl enough to wet the opposing wall, and a little actually went upward out of the bowl, enough to sprinkle on Lola's jacket. If Faun eventually finished her waterfall, the jacket would be well wetted down, and in need of a washing. Faun didn't even care, she just went right on pissing. It felt so good to piss, ...and unbeknownst to her, Lola was having fun thoroughly wetting her own jeans outside the bathroom door. The end
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I just joined a few days ago and figured I should post a story before getting too comfortable as a lurker, just so I can start making a habit of sharing some of my stories. I'm generally super open about my fetishes with my friends, and they are all accepting but some are really vanilla whereas others have fetishes of their own and we often talk more regularly about our fetishes with eachother. This story involves a friend I've known since high school, we can call him Kai; we are both in our 20s now. We both share a foot fetish, he is straight but open enough that we've fooled around a few times and we are pretty familiar with each other's fetishes and he knows well about my Omo fetish. In fact, this isn't even the first time he has offered to indulge me but I figured I would start in reverse chronological order since this is most fresh in my memory. So, on to the story... some time last year we were getting drunk together and both of us were going to the washroom to pee a lot. I think we might have started showing each other some porn. Either way it was one of those drinking nights that things were getting a little frisky, the two of us teasing each other about past experiences. I'm pretty sure Kai said something about the fact that he was needing to pee a lot and teasing about leaving the door open, and then having me just come to the bathroom with him so we didn't need to interrupt our conversation (we get into really heated intellectual conversations and it sucks to lose your train of thought if you are really intoxicated). So after maybe the second time he has me accompany him to the washroom while he pees, fully encouraging me to look because he gets a bit of pleasure out of getting me off, I think he was actually a little disappointed because he knows I prefer actual wetting exponentially more than watching someone pee, he offers to let me pick out some clothes for him to wet himself in for the next time he has to pee, just like he did another time a couple years back (I'll save this for a future story). Well that certainly got my excited, as I'm sure he intended. He said, "just don't be a fiend and grab my dick like last time" he says as I go pick out a nice pair of grey boxer briefs, some tight green Zara-style suit pants that show wetness really well, and a pair of ankle socks because, why not, right? He is planning to wet himself in my bathtub and then take a shower. For those interested, Kai is a petite but tightly built taiwanese guy. Sexy, smooth medium-long hair. Very fashionable and charismatic, even seductive. So out of the kindness of his heart and his own feelings of sexual adventure, he changes into the clothes I've laid out for him and within probably 30 minutes he says he's ready for another leak. We head to the washroom where he stands in the tub. Last time he got really pee shy but this time, I guess being sufficiently drunk and all, he as able to start peeing really quickly as the green pants flood with a beautiful dark patch that grows down Kai's legs and into his socks. Kai stares me down as I take in the entirety of his wetting and smirks at his ability to stir such excitement and pleasure in me. As the last drops leak out of him and he rubs the pants and boxers into his crotch, he removes the clothes and gives them to me to enjoy. "Now put those on and go jerk off while I shower" he says. As commanded I strip down and dress up in the soaking wet clothes, blow a fat load, change back, hand Kai some fresh clothes and we continue drinking into the night. That's my first story. Let me know what you guys think. How I could be more erotic? What details you would prefer to hear more about for future stories? Any questions? I have more stories with Kai, and others and countless solo adventures both cross-dressed as a girl and dressed normal as a guy... this just seemed easiest to start with. I will likely continue to work my way back in reverse chronological order but make exceptions for comments and suggestions. Cool community you all have here. Looking forward to being a part of it.
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I was debating whether to share my next story as a personal experience or one with Kai. Given the response to my story with Kai, it seems like most people want to hear about my experiences with Kai, so I will share on that priority by popular demand. Trust me I get it... spank bank supreme to your straight crush, am I right? So for a little more context, Kai was always my straight crush. To be able to actually get to fool around and fulfill some of your deepest fantasies with you straight crush is unbelievable. No matter how much heartbreak I suffered I'm glad to have love then lost than to have never loved at all. If you ever get the chance to pursue your straight crush, my personal advice is to pursue at all costs. You will forever thank yourself. Anyways... I gave way too much build up to this story, it's actually just a funny little coincidence. For anyone who read my previous story with Kai, I mentioned he is a straight friend of mine that I always crushed on and we started fooling around when we were getting high together on opiates. So one night, I awoke in the middle of the night to go to the washroom. Kai and I had been sharing a bed, not all the time but most nights of the week. After I took a piss, I noticed a pair of pants hanging to dry on the shower door. They were Kai's pants. They were wet around the crotch area. The thought occurred to me, maybe Kai pissed himself and hung these pants up to dry. I couldn't conceive of a situation where he pissed himself. I concluded it was preposterous. But the thought was too exciting. I put the wet pants on and rubbed one out thinking of a dozen ways Kai might have pissed himself. The orgasm was indescribable. Thinking that I was wearing the pants Kai had somehow pissed in. His pee against my skin. Why were his pants soaked in the exact areas as if he had pissed himself..... he must have pissed himself in some way, right? The next day, while we are hitting some bongs and getting high, Kai tells me a very interesting story. He said that last night he was having a dream where he was taking a piss, and in the middle of the dream he felt wet and like something wasn't right. He awoke to discover he had been pissing his pants and was pretty intoxicated so he just decided: fuck it, I'll hang up the pants to dry and I don't even care enough about my wet underwear, I will just go back to sleep in them. The amount of spank bank material... he pissed his pants in his sleep while dreaming about peeing... I actually jacked off in his pissed pants... and to top it all off, I ended up wearing the underwear he pissed in later that day... I was in some kind of crazy heaven. To help with visuals, he was wearing red cotton boxers and black suit pants (part of why I wasn't sure about whether he wet himself when I initially found his pants, I couldn't see where they were wet but it felt like mostly around the crotch; but I was just entertaining what I thought was an obscure fantasy. In my mind, there was no way Kai actually pissed his pants when I was jacking off while wearing his wet suit pants. Although they were soaked in the crotch area...). For those who haven't read my other Kai story (obviously not his real name because I'm not an asshole) but he is about 5'5" taiwanese, skinny and musclular build and I am fairly similar build but white scottish. Hopefully this paints a nice story for everyone and, as always, deeply embrace constructive criticism. Hopefully it gave good spank bank material for everyone reading as it has provided for me and other's experiences have provided me good material.
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Ree really needs to pee, she's not sure if they can pee here, but she can't hold it anymore. Her friend Violet convinces her that no one will see it.
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Ri really needs to pee, she's not sure can to pee here, but she can't hold it anymore. Her friend Violet convinces her that no one will see it.
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Two girls head out for an early morning work out. They go through a range of exercises, but it is very clear that the girl in the white shorts (the same girl from my earlier post, in the same outfit she changed into after her other accident) is desperate to pee. They exercises continue for a while, with our heroine getting increasingly more desperate. She leaks while doing a lunge and doesn't quite recover, soaking her white shorts while her trainer/friend looks on. I know how she feels, I've leaked like this many a time working out. One of the reason I no longer do stairs or lunges like this :) HD and top quality. Enjoy. RachFree