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  1. So here is a fun thing to do as we go into the new year. This is for those of us who experience for real bedwetting incidents, AKA we are true bedwetters. I love all my OMO friends but please let's keep this post for those of us who for real still deal with accidental bedwetting. So we are day one as of this post into 2023..... Question is, who is still dry, who has wet the bed in the new year? Ways to post: 1. Post that you have not wet the bed (for real) yet in 2023. You can post as often as you want, but upon your first wet night of 2023 you need to post the next day that you are no longer dry in 2023. Or 2. Upon your first for real wet night of 2023 you need to post the next day (or indicate the relative date of your wetting if past the actually date after) that you are no longer dry in 2023. Let's see who wets first and who stays dry the longest in 2023. (AGAIN LETS KEEP THIS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO STILL EXPERIENCE BEDWETTING. YOU DRY BED PEOPLE CAN GO ALL YEAR AND NOT HAVE A GENUINE BEDWETTING ACCIDNET.... DON'T BRAG NOW 😆)
  2. Clarissa's Diary – 4 Author: Unknown Edited By: DaddyRich July 4th 1996 ---------------- Dear diary, this morning, something kind of strange happened, I woke up, and my diaper was dry, but the second I sat up I flooded my diaper. Hmmm, must have been the way I was lying while I was asleep but it also gave me a brief flash of false hope for a moment. But I went about my day as the worlds biggest infant, sometimes I feel like I’m the only woman in the world with this problem, I know that is absurd, there wouldn’t be adult diapers on the market if that were true, but it still feels that way, I just want to be able to lead a normal life, my doctor says I'll be in diapers for the rest of my life, but I just cant accept that right now, I guess time will tell. Later this morning, while getting ready to go out, I decided to wear a cloth diaper and plastic panties today for a change, I don’t usually do that, like I said before, I prefer disposables, I’m more comfortable wearing them in public, but it was a beautiful summer day and it just felt good. For safety, I put on a girdle (not that I need one, Ive always prided myself on having a hot little bod) that I bought to keep the bulk of the diapers down. I called my mom today too, we talked about the accident and how I was adjusting to life, and as always she worried about everything that is going on in my life, and its kinda funny since she's always treated me like a baby now I have the bladder and bowel control of one. We talked for a while longer and I left the house for the pharmacy. When I got to the pharmacy, there were a few people waiting at the counter to get their prescriptions filled, so I wandered around acting like I was looking for aspirin or something. They finally left and Margaret (the pharmacist remember?) greeted me and we started chatting. I brought up the fact that I had come to buy a plastic sheet for my bed so she took me over to the incontinence section. She showed me a few selections and I got a few of the same brand, some extra just in case. I also bought some more cloth diapers and two more pairs of plastic panties, even though I don’t use them much, they are still useful for if Im ever out of Attends. I picked up some Desitin, some baby powder, and some more Nullo, I’ve taken almost all of the first pack, and it actually doesnt work yet after three days but Im still going to take them, maybe they take longer than I expect. I noticed my diaper was getting a little more damp as time went on so I thought I should hurry before I started to leak. I got home and took out the cloth diapers. They were kind of expensive but they are nice, they're form fitting with elastic leg gathers and velcro closures. I took off my wet diaper and hopped in the shower since I didn’t take one when I got up. While I was in the shower, washing my hair, I pooped on the floor of the shower stall, even though I was alone, I felt so embarassed and helpless, I didnt even feel it, it just came out and I didn’t have any control to hold it back, it was also disgusting, at first I didnt know what to do so I just rinsed it down the drain with the showering water. So I washed myself again (paying close attention to my diaper area) and got dried up. I took the sheet off my bed so I could put the rubber sheet on under it, I realized I was naked so I put a diaper on before I peed or pooped again on the floor. I got the sheet back on and got the powder, the rash cream, a Huggies (I keep a stack of them already cut in the front to let the moisture through) and an attends (or my big Huggies as I call them) and lay down on the bed, I untaped the diaper I was wearing and spread it out between my legs so I wouldn’t leak on the bed. Like I said earlier, it was a beautiful summer day and I was feeling great. I started playing with myself, rubbing my clit around and around and rolling my nipples around in my other fingers. (God my mom better not ever get her hands on this book) I rubbed myself until my body shook with an orgasm, I started to pee so I flattened my hand against my pussy and let the hot pee flow over my hole and my bottom while I rubbed myself into an even more violent orgasm and lay there hyperventilating on a wet diaper. After a while of laying there, I dried my hands and my diaper area off, spread my big Huggies out and lied down on it, I spread some Desitin all over my crotch and bottom and powdered myself, I out in the little Huggies and taped myself up. I put some extra packing tape over the diaper tapes to keep them from popping loose later, that can be a bitch when you're in a crowd and cant fix the problem. it was really warm so I just kind of vegged around the house in just a diaper and a loose t-shirt with no bra, it feels good when my t-shirt rubs against my nipples *smile* I got online for a while and accessed some really cool web sites, I even found an incontinence support group which I quickly joined, Im supposed to be getting some mail about it but it should be a while. I realized that today was the 4th of July, because they were talking about a fireworks display at the marina, I considered going but decided to be lazy and watch it on tv instead. After about two hours online, I had peed at least a few times but I was still far from leaking. I decided to get something to eat wile downloading a big file so I waddled off to the kitchen (walking with diapers on takes a little practice) and tossed a lean cuisine in the microwave, not the height of gourmet but I’m not picky, and hey, it only has 4 grams of fat. I sat back down to eat and look at the picture I had just downloaded. While eating I pooped in my diaper again, and since I was sitting it squished up between my legs, and at that moment, I noticed something that I was kind of ashamed of and still am, the fact was that it actually felt GOOD, I didn’t finish eating but I sat there feeling the warm soft mess cover my bottom, I even slid around in my diaper some before I got into the shower, I didn’t play with myself again ( but Im going to as soon as I put this down and go to bed). The rest of the day went pretty much the same, TV, internet, diaper changes every few hours, and now I’m in bed, so I guess that’s about it diary, I’m a little wet right now, but I’m not going to bother getting changed again, it will hold for the night, and if not, I have a rubber sheet on my bed just in case, nighty-night diary. -Clarissa-
  3. Alright. Due to how things went in the previous thread, I made a new one with some rules this time to make sure everything go well: -i allow people to post suggestions, but I do not consider them to be requests. Just ideas I can use when I don't have anything in mind. -No talking about drama or any controversial stuffs, I really hate it, and I'm only here to post art -No arguments Here's all the art I already made (the fnf art can be found in another thread): Those two didn't load properly for some reason
  4. I've recently wondered, we here love to talk about accidents and often times they are special occasions and/or full wettings. But as a desperation enjoyer who has many reasonable and unreasonable reasons to be holding and desperate, I wet my panties almost daily- just in very inconsequential ways. Something like this is hard to explain or write a story and is moreso just daily life for me so it doesn't get talked about that much. Out of curiosity of how many of us are kind of like me, heres a small poll to check. Whos wetting themselves and how- on a common basis?
  5. Wow, it's been a while. Some years ago, I began the adventures of these two young ladies and their bladder mishaps, but I never completed them. At long last, that is what I am attempting to do. And so, without further ado: Chapter 1 - An Introduction Specific tags: one-piece swimsuit, messing Angelica was surprised by the request her mom casually made while pressing the button on her phone to end the call. Not shocked, but it was nonetheless unexpected for a couple of reasons. “That was Jeanne. She needs someone to babysit Lily on Saturday afternoon. Do you think you could do it?” These were the reasons: first, Angelica never considered herself to be much of babysitting material. She had no younger siblings and was often the youngest in whatever group she found herself in, and so had never really interacted with kids much. But none of that mattered for the second reason: Lily was far too old for it to be considered “babysitting” at all. She raised an eyebrow and moved her lips to the side in an expression of “huh?” while asking, “Lily’s in high school, isn’t she? Isn’t that a little old to be babysat?” Her mom let out a little sigh and clarified. “Yes, yes, not really babysitting…fine. But Jeanne and Derek will be out at the doctor’s for the afternoon, and they don’t want Lily to be all alone at home during that time. Can you do it?” Angelica’s expression turned more placid as she thought for half a second before answering, “Sure, why not.” But her eyebrows immediately furrowed again as she remembered something else. “Wait a minute. Isn’t she the one who pees her pants all the time?” Try as she might, she couldn’t suppress a little snicker as she asked it. Angelica’s mother’s face darkened as she fixed her daughter with one of her Looks. The tone of her answer matched her expression. “She has a sympathetic spastic bladder. Don’t laugh about it. Can you imagine if it was you who had that condition?” “Yeah, I guess so.” Angelica looked away, feeling a little guilty. “Okay then. I’ll text Jeanne and let her know your answer. I can drop you off there and then she’ll bring you back here once she’s back from her appointment.” Angelica’s mom turned and walked down the hallway, texting with one hand. ~*~*~*~*~ It was about a quarter after one on Saturday when Angelica and her mom started the forty-minute drive out to Lily’s house. The drive was mostly free of conversation, as Angelica idly passed the time on her phone, texting and Instagramming. It was more out of boredom than anything else, and she found her mind wandering. How did her mom know Mrs., uh….Jeanne? Now that she thought about it, she didn’t even know the family’s last name. Her mom met Jeanne through…the PTA? Was that it? Something like that. Angelica shifted in her seat and pushed a strand of brown hair behind her left ear. She had never been to Lily’s house before—in reality, the two barely knew each other. Her mom was friends with Lily’s mom, but the friendship didn’t extend to their daughters. But Lily’s family was pretty well off, from what she knew. They lived out in a rural location, but they had a neighborhood watch and an in-ground pool. Angelica wished she had put on her bathing suit under her T-shirt and faded jeans—it was great swimming weather, in the warm-but-not-too-hot mid-June, and what better way for two young girls to spend an afternoon together? Her mom interrupted into her thoughts to reiterate what she had already told Angelica before they left: “Now, remember, Ange, even though you’re doing a favor for them, you are still the Wellses’—” (aha! that was the name) “—guest. I want you to remember that. Be respectful of them and their home. Understood?” Angelica breathed in and raised her head a little, still looking at her phone. “Yeah, mom. You told me that before we left.” “Well, I want to make sure you understand it. This is your only chance to make a good first impression.” She gave her daughter a smile and turned her attention back to the road. A guest—that was probably the real reason why she hadn’t worn her bathing suit. She didn’t want to seem like she was disrespecting the Wellses by inviting herself to their pool—either to them or to her mom. Well. There would probably be other things she could find to do. The sun was making it hard to see her phone screen, so she turned off the screen and dropped it between her thighs, before leaning against the door and letting the light pour across her face. As they drove past miles and miles of woods, the sunlight flashed in and out through the trees like a strobe light. With her eyes closed, the pulsating was almost hypnotic, and her thoughts wandered again. So, Lily was maybe two or three years younger than she herself was. Was she into anything interesting? Angelica was almost done with Gone with the Wind and wondered about what kinds of books Lily liked…if any. Hopefully she wouldn’t want to spend the whole time just talking about boys. It might be fun for a little bit, but there’s only so long that kind of conversation could go on. And…then her thoughts went back to where they kept slipping back to: Lily’s issue with wetting her pants. She stifled a laugh again thinking about it. It just seemed so…ridiculous. That someone at her age wouldn’t just have an accident, but actually be accident prone. Sure, there was always the occasional middle schooler or even high schooler that would pee themselves on a class trip, or during a test…but those incidents were rare enough that they would become the thing of legend for a few weeks or so, drifting on the winds of school gossip. But an ongoing issue? That was crazy. Had she just never been potty trained properly? Angelica couldn’t even remember the last time she had had an accident. Well, other than the one time in middle school at the Davises’ house, but she didn’t want to think about that. What had her mom called it? “Sympathetic spastic bladder.” Sympathetic. Kind of like sympathetic vomiting? Or pain? So…did that mean that if someone else needed to pee, it made her need to pee too? That was the best she could figure. But that seemed pretty common. Doesn’t that kind of thing happen to most people? Lily’s condition must just be a lot more severe. It must be, if she actually had wetting accidents from it. Man, that must be crazy. Angelica tilted her head back and tried to imagine what that must be like: bladder twitching and contracting, shifting from leg to leg, squeezing your thighs together hard to keep the flood inside…but then feeling yourself lose control, and pee flow out of you, despite your best efforts, all across your crotch and down your legs…as if on cue, Angelica’s own bladder gave an involuntary twitch and she took a quick intake of breath. Thankfully, she didn’t need to pee right now, but oh my goodness. She couldn’t even imagine how mortifying that would be. Trying to take her mind off it, she picked up her phone again from between her legs and went back to distracting herself. She couldn’t stop herself from wondering if Lily would have any…issues…today, though. But she knew better than to bring it up when there. ~*~*~*~*~ The hatchback crunched to a stop on the gravel drive and shut off. Both Angelica and her mom stepped out, stretching and breathing in the air. All around were woods, and no traffic could be heard. The only sounds were the wind in the trees and the buzzing of cicadas and other insects. Mrs. Wells was already out the front door and coming up to meet them. “Tracy! Hi! So good to see you! Thank you for coming. And hello again, Angelica!” She gave each of them a hug when greeting them. Angelica had only met Mr. and Mrs. Wells once, but this sanguinity seemed to be standard behavior. She smiled back, “Hi. Thanks for having me over.” “Oh, it’s our pleasure. You’re really doing us a huge favor! We couldn’t find anyone else we trusted on such short notice.” She said this last part to Angelica’s mom, but it didn’t prevent a small swell of pride from rising up inside Angelica at being apparently being considered so valuable. “Here, come right this way. You can meet Lily.” Instead of leading them through the house, she walked over to the side and unlatched a small wrought-iron gate. “She’s in the pool in the back. Do you like to swim, Angelica? Did you happen to bring your bathing suit with you?” “Um, I do, but I didn’t bring it, no.” “Oh, that’s a shame. Maybe next time. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure there’s plenty for you to entertain yourself with.” They were at the backyard now, and Angelica could see the pool stretching out in the yard, its shiny blue surface looking absolutely tantalizing. At least she could put her feet in. Mrs. Wells called out, “Lily? The Carpenters are here. Come and say hello.” As they stepped out of the shade of the house and back into the sun, Angelica could see a very thin, shoulder-length blonde-haired girl raise her head out of the pool and then climb up the ladder and stand there dripping as she grabbed a SpongeBob towel and wrapped it around her black one-piece swimsuit. She was shorter than Angelica but also slenderer, but she was already sporting a healthy tan, unlike Angelica, who preferred to stay indoors more. When she spoke, Angelica noticed that she had her mother’s mouth and smile. “Hi. I’m Lily. Are you Angelica?” Angelica started to respond with a yes when Mrs. Wells cut in with a mildly chiding tone, “Now, Lily, what did I tell you? Be polite to our guest.” Lily blushed a little and revised, “Hello, Miss Angelica. Pleased to meet you.” Angelica couldn’t help but smile to herself as she realized that Lily’s mom probably made her daughter feel just as self-conscious about first impressions as her own mom. Lily started feeling less like a stranger to her and more like a potential friend. She stuck her hand out in her most mock-businesslike gesture and said in a playfully stern voice, “Pleased to make your acquaintance as well.” The two girls giggled as they shook hands a little too firmly, and Mrs. Wells laughed. “Well, look at you two! You’ll have a great time together. Derek and I will be back in a few hours. Make yourself at home here, Angelica. Have fun, and call us if you have any questions.” She turned off back to the path beside the house. From the other side, Angelica could hear the Wellses’ garage door opening and their car backing out. Angelica’s mom gave her a hug. “Have fun, sweetheart. Call me if you need anything.” She followed after Mrs. Wells with a parting wave. Angelica waved back, then turned back slowly, taking in all the details of the back yard. The house and yard were completely surrounded by woods, though there was still a privacy fence at the edge with a gate in the middle. That was at the far end of the yard, though, a good hundred feet away. Closer up there was a trampoline, then the pool, then the back patio which extended up to the back porch. There were two quad bikes parked close by the house, next to a couple of bushes. On the patio itself was an outdoor furniture set, with a glass-topped table in the center sporting a golf umbrella. On the table were an assortment of snacks, and an ice chest underneath boasted a bevy of soft drinks peeping their colorful heads out. “Wow…you’ve got a nice backyard…” Angelica led off tentatively. Lily gave a kind of half-hearted nod. “Yeah, it’s nice, I guess. I mean, yeah. Thanks.” “Must be kinda nice to have all this to yourself, huh?” “I guess. I mean, we’re kind of all alone out here. The nearest neighbor is like a mile away.” “Wow.” Angelica turned back toward the snack table. She hadn’t had much of a lunch and was both hungry and thirsty. “Oh, those are for you. Well, like, us. My mom wanted to make sure you felt appreciated.” Angelica looked up. “Just the two of us? Really? There’s enough here for like a whole party of people!” Lily shrugged. “Yup. That’s my mom.” She laughed a bit. “Seriously, though, have as much as you want. That’s why they’re there.” Angelica smiled on one side and looked back to the ice chest. Was there any ginger ale? Ginger ale was her favorite. Ah! There one was! She pulled it out, relishing the chilled surface of the aluminum and the drips of icy water down the sides. With a ksshhh she popped it open and took a sip, then coughed as the bubbles went into her nose. Lily sidled up next to the ice chest and popped open a Sprite. Angelica by now had found a bag of Chips Ahoy and began munching on them. Lily gulped down some Sprite and then asked, “So, Miss Angelica, do you like to swim?” Angelica finished washing down some cookie and suppressed a burp. “Yeah, I do, but I don’t have a swimsuit with me.” “Aw, that’s too bad. I love swimming. It’s like, literally my favorite thing to do during the summer. But it’s more fun with more people.” “Do you have any friends around?” “Haha, no one lives around. Not walking distance, at least. I really only see friends at school.” “Oh, that’s too bad.” Angelica tried to burp discreetly. Lily laughed. “What is it?” asked Angelica. Lily kept laughing. “That face you made! It was like, your eyes crossed.” She imitated it. “No they didn’t! I didn’t look like that!” Angelica protested good-naturedly. “You really did!” And then, most likely from laughing, Lily also burped, but much louder. This sent both girls into a fit of giggles. Angelica felt good. It seemed like the two of them might really click. ~*~*~*~*~ Almost two hours had passed. Angelica and Lily had chatted for a while, talking about Lily’s pets (an iguana and a guinea pig), historical fiction (Lily wasn’t as into reading but did like some historical movies), the vacation the Wells family would be taking soon to the Bahamas, and just whatever. They dangled their feet in the water for a while, eating snacks and drinking soda, before Lily wanted to go back to swimming, and so Angelica sat on the chaise lounge with another ginger ale after putting her shoes back on to keep her feet from getting sunburnt. Eventually conversation died down and Lily swam by herself while Angelica went back to her phone. Instagram was interrupted by a text from Jackie, a friend of hers from school. hey Ange Angelica tilted the screen away from the sun and squinted to better see past the glare. Holding the phone with two hands, she used her thumbs to reply. Hey Jackie Whats up? wyd the librarys doing a free movie want to come ? Cool, what time? And what movie in like fiften minutes Tangled I think Sorry, I can’t make it sounds fun though. ah you suckkkk haha Why cant u come tho My mom asked me to be with the Wells’ daughter while they’re out. whos that you know Lily? o yeah isnt she the one who pees her pants alot? Yeah, that’s her. Angelica looked up at Lily, who was currently lazily performing a backstroke. She felt a little weird about Lily’s condition being brought up, thinking that just a few hours ago, it was the main identifying feature she knew about Lily. Now to hear someone else express the same perspective after being able to spend some time getting to know Lily as a person was somewhat jarring. She had actually forgotten about Lily’s bladder until Jackie’s text, and she felt a pang of guilt in her gut when remembering her morbid fascination on the drive out, even half-hoping that she would see the effects. She also felt a pang of something else, a little lower in her body. Her phone then buzzed a “Low Battery” alert, which brought her back to the text conversation. wow that’s cray has she had to go pee a lot ? No, she seems normal. She’s nice. We’ve been getting to know each other. Does she like wear diapers or somthing? Angelica brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and shifted in her seat. This talk about peeing was making her have to go herself. She tilted her head back to drain the last of the ginger ale from the can before putting it on the table next to her, noticing only then that it was her fourth overall. That was actually a lot of soda. No she doesn’t. Anyway, can we talk about something else? It’s making me have to pee. haha I feel u girl well, sorry u cant comeee Thanks. Have fun Her phone buzzed another “Low Battery” alert. She saw that there was only 2% left and thought she should probably put the phone away. Right after putting it in her pocket, though, another text came in. pee pee rivers waterfalls She laughed at Jackie’s antics, but not before feeling Jackie’s desired effect in a contraction in her bladder. She leaned forward in her seat and typed back. Jackie! Not funny. Lol But then her phone gave one final buzz as the screen went out. The battery had died. Angelica took the cue and stood up from the chaise lounge, stretching and feeling the sun on her skin again after being under the golf umbrella. Her bladder was beginning to hurt. She really should go and use the bathroom now. She stepped up the patio and onto the back porch. Taking hold of the handle of the sliding glass door, she pulled on it. The door wouldn’t move. It took her a moment to register what happened. Then she gave another tug, this time with both hands. Nothing. The door was locked. Having the prospect of relief be so close and then denied her sharply intensified her need to go. Her bladder suddenly contracted, and she gasped and had to bend over to keep from leaking. She stood there for a few seconds, hands on her thighs, trying to figure out what to do. She was now starting to get genuinely worried. It might be over another hour before the Wellses came back, and she didn’t know if she could wait that long. Unbidden, her thoughts from the car ride earlier started to drip—drift!—back into her head: the feeling of desperation, of holding back with all your strength only to lose control anyway, of the spreading warm wetness… Her bladder spasmed again and she had to quickly grab her crotch to keep from letting anything out. No! She couldn’t let herself think like that. Honestly, she had probably had to go this badly before, on car trips or whatever. She would be fine. Of course she would. But her stomach was now feeling full of butterflies and gave an ominous gurgle. Taking a deep breath, she turned back toward the pool and walked out onto the patio. “Lily?” she called out. Lily raised her head up and shifted from floating to treading water. “What is it, Miss Angelica?” Angelica hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the back door. “I need to use the bathroom, but I think the back door is locked.” She tried to keep her voice steady, but she could tell that it came out a little higher pitched than normal. The look that came over Lily’s face did not make Angelica feel any more at ease. It was clearly a look of concern, but had a flash of something more for a second…something almost like fear. She climbed out of the pool again, did a quick dry-off with her towel before wrapping it around herself, then came up the porch as well. Angelica was shifting her legs back and forth at this point, trying to look less urgent than she felt. The pool water dripping off Lily wasn’t helping at all. Lily grabbed the door handle and gave it a firm tug. Just as when Angelica tried it, it didn’t budge. She cupped her hands and peered through the glass for a few seconds, even though Angelica was sure that they both knew the house was empty. Angelica took the opportunity to rub her thighs up and down while Lily couldn’t see her. “Yeah, it’s locked. I guess Mom or Dad locked it accidentally before leaving.” She paused and scanned the back wall of the house. “Do you have to go pretty bad?” Angelica felt too self-conscious to answer honestly, and besides, wasn’t Lily’s condition sympathetic? She tried to downplay how she felt. “Uh, well, I need to go, but I’ll be okay.” She gave a weak smile, hoping to convince herself as well as Lily. “Okay.” Lily’s answer didn’t seem entirely genuine. After a few seconds of awkward silence, during which Angelica was finding it difficult to stand still, she decided to swallow her pride. “Do you know if there’s another way into the house? A side door…an open window?” She tried to say it in a way that would almost make it sound like a joke, but instead of laughing, Lily turned slowly toward Angelica with a pale expression. “So you do have to go pretty bad…huh?” Angelica noticed that Lily started to shift from one foot to the other. “I just…I need to…use the bathroom. Yeah. I do.” She admitted it in the hope that Lily would know a solution and she would be provided with relief. Instead, saying it out loud just made her need more intense, as if her psychological barriers were starting to wear thin. She started to bob up and down a little in spite of herself, and her stomach churned again. Without warning, a fart slipped out, thankfully unheard over the cicadas. Her hands involuntarily shot to her butt before she realized it and moved them back down to her sides, blushing. Lily swallowed and answered, “The windows are probably all latched shut to keep the A/C inside. The only other door is the front door…but it’s normally locked.” “Is there a spare key or something? Anything you can think of?” Her voice had an audible tremor at this point. Lily’s eyes brightened. “Oh good idea! I think so. I know we used to have one…let’s go try and find it.” She stepped off the porch and towards the side walkway with Angelica following. As soon as she reached the path, though, she suddenly drastically slowed her pace. The delay caused a spike of irritation to shoot through Angelica, perfectly in sync with a spike of pain through her lower abdomen. She clenched both her teeth and sphincter, then realized what made Lily slow down so much. She was still barefoot from the pool and the path was paved with gravel. It must have been painful and slow going for her. Pity made her regret her irritation, and she said, “I can go check, since you’re barefoot. Where did you keep the key?” “Thanks. Under the rock at the corner where the right side of the front path meets the porch.” She gestured with her hands to demonstrate. “Okay. And…see if you can find any way in back here.” “Okay, I’ll do that.” She turned back to the grass of the back yard. As soon as she was by herself, Angelica started walking faster. She was still keeping all her muscles rigid in an attempt to prevent any from accidentally relaxing. She was sure that if anyone saw her, it would be super obvious that she had to pee. Against her will, her thoughts began to wander. I can’t believe I have to pee this bad…this morning I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to pee this bad…is this what it feels like for Lily?...my bladder is gonna pop and my crotch is tingling… Gotta keep it in. Gotta keep it in. I can do this. Yes. I can do this. I’ll just go and get the key, and then sweet relief…to be able to let it all out… No! Can’t think of that. Gotta stay focused. She had to stop and cross her legs for a few seconds, doubling over as she did so. Her stomach gave another unwelcome rumbling. She felt like there was more gas, but didn’t want to risk trying to let any out. Of course I’ll make it. That’s what normal people do. They don’t pee themselves. I’m way too old to pee myself. I’ll be fine. Her walk relaxed slightly, letting her speed up some more. There, now. That was the way to do it. See, she’d be fine. Just fine. Her bladder was still twinging when she opened the wrought-iron gate and stepped onto the front lawn, but she ignored it. Relief was near. Soon, this would be nothing but a memory of a close call and everything would be okay, nothing to fear. Anticipation was sending needles through her bladder and she clenched harder as she came up to the spot Lily had described to her. There was the rock. Just…move it to the side…and… Nothing. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as her face blanched. This was her only hope of getting inside, and now it was gone. It was supposed to be there, but it was gone! Her bladder tightened and she could feel the tension go all the way into her thighs. Her brain reeled. Maybe the Wellses would be back early? But there was no way to know. Maybe they would know some other way in? But her phone died—how could she reach them? Maybe a neighbor’s house? But there was no one…the nearest neighbor was “like a mile away,” according to Lily. In one last burst of desperation, she scrambled around the front garden, overturning rocks, lifting pots, feeling through the soil, trying to find a key anywhere, anywhere at all. Her bladder was on fire. She dashed up to the front door—maybe it was unlocked? But no, tugging and pushing and slamming against the heavy oak yielded no hope of entry. She stumbled back, off the porch, sweat beading on her forehead, her eyes darting back and forth, hoping beyond hope for some cracked window, some miraculous entry. But she found nothing. The house loomed over her, imposing, resolute, unyielding. It felt like a black hole opened in her soul, draining out her resolve in a spectral pull of despair mingled with resignation. There was nothing left to do but give in…give in and… Her bladder spasmed again, and this time, her clenched sphincter muscles were not strong enough to stop it. A spurt of hot urine surged into her underwear, and at the same time, another fart burst out of her behind. She gasped loudly, wide-eyed, and jammed a hand into her crotch to keep any more from leaking out. Back yard. Now. Maybe Lily found a way in. She tried to move as quickly as possible down the path past the gate again, but found she had to keep her hand in her crotch, intermittently squeezing, which slowed her down considerably. At this point, she didn’t even care if Lily saw her like this. She just had to hold on. She had to. Somehow being in a secluded place on the side of the house caused her desperation to shoot up in sharper and stronger waves than before. She was moving as fast as she could, but kept having to stop to keep from losing control. Panic made her thoughts roil. I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself oh crap oh crap I can’t believe this is happening to me Is this because I made fun of Lily But I didn’t really make fun of her I swear I can’t wet myself I’ve gotta hold on Can’t let go oh crap Can’t let go Can’t let go Despite holding herself, she felt another spurt leak out into her panties, which now felt hot and sticky against her private parts. She tried to control her breathing. She could still make it with minimal damage done. If only I’d brought my swimsuit I could just pee in the pool All nice and warm To just relax If only I could just relax and let go Let go Let go oh crap oh crap I can’t I can’t Mincing her way further, teeth clenched, tears began forming in her eyes. It would feel so good to just let go No! No I can’t! Yes just let go Just let go No! No! No! Yes! Yes! Yes! She spurted again. Then again, this time a little longer. The whole time, she was passing gas in little bursts as well. She was almost to the end of the walkway, but she could feel her hand getting warm and damp. She jammed her other hand into her crotch as well, holding on for all she was worth with both hands. She rounded the corner at last, head down, eyes wide, breathing heavy, heart racing. She knew there would definitely be a wet spot in her crotch, but she didn’t know how bad. Right now she just had to keep it from getting any worse. She could hear Lily come running up, but it seemed distant, like in a dream. Just like in a horror movie, when the bandages are sloooowly peeled away to reveal the villain’s disfigurement, she gingerly lifted her hands away from her crotch. Her legs were bent inward, knees together and shaking, and she could feel her face go white as she saw the damage. Her jeans were clearly wet and dark all around her crotch, in an area about the size of a dessert plate. The wetness went slightly further down her right thigh, and the fabric was glistening at the center of her crotch. It was, all in all, very obvious that she had had a pee accident. Her breath caught and her heart was jackhammering in her skull. As if from far away, she could hear Lily’s voice— “Miss Angelica? I couldn’t find any way in back here. Did you find the key?” That was the last straw. With a groan, Angelica felt all her willpower and muscles give way at once. She sank to her knees as the floodgates opened, with no stopping them now. It was like a faucet had been turned on in her pants. She watched, as if in a trance, as the wet spot rapidly darkened and grew shiny, then spread voraciously across her crotch and down her thighs. She just kept breathing in and out, in and out, powerless to do anything but watch. She could feel the wetness spread to her butt and then pour out in a stream directly onto the patio. Two puddles formed, one at each knee, and then they merged and were supplemented by the bigger puddle forming under her rear. She could hear the sharp hssssss as she emptied her bladder, combined with the splashing of the urine underneath her. The waves of desperation gave way to ecstasy as relief finally came, but it was darkened by the heavy overshadowing sense of extreme embarrassment and shame of having actually wet her pants. Here she was, just a few hours ago unable to conceive of how anyone could lose bladder control and have an accident, and now she was experiencing just that. The tears that had formed in her eyes overflowed, and her heavy breathing shifted into soft sobs at her plight. She continued going to the bathroom in her pants for over half a minute before the flow finally tapered off. For what seemed like a small eternity, there was silence. Even the cicadas had died down. The only sounds that could be heard were the quiet sniffles of Angelica as she wiped the tears from her reddened cheeks and the muffled drip…drip…drip of the last of her urine from her pants. Now that she was actually done, the wetness was starting to feel very cold. Her head still down, Angelica couldn’t see Lily’s reaction. Eventually, Lily broke the silence. “Miss Angelica?” Her voice sounded like she was going to be sick. “Miss Angelica, I—” Then she made a kind of choking sound and was silent. The next thing Angelica heard was a spattering, splashing sound. But she had finished peeing—what could that be? And it was coming from in front of her… She raised her head to meet Lily’s eyes, but her gaze only got halfway. It stopped on Lily’s feet, where Angelica could see a yellow puddle growing. Her eyes were drawn upwards, where she could see urine pouring out of the crotch of Lily’s black swimsuit, splashing in streams between her thighs, and coursing in rivulets down each of her legs. She watched, transfixed, for several seconds, then looked up at Lily’s face. Lily stood there open-mouthed, pale, and speechless. Her arms were rigid at her sides, and she seemed completely unable to make any effort to stop Nature’s course whatsoever. Angelica watched as Lily also emptied her bladder into her clothes, and felt her own body give way once more. She felt her panties rewarm as one final jet of urine came out, but then her intestines rumbled. She gasped again and leaned forward, grabbing her butt, but not before she lost control and felt, one, two, three, four, five small pieces of poop pop out unbidden into her underwear. She could feel the wetness pull away from her skin as her underwear now sagged down from the seat of her pants due to the extra weight. Lily was still pale, but seemed to have finished peeing. She spoke, her voice hoarse, but with a new element of shock in her tone. “Miss Angelica, did you just…?” Angelica tried to lean back on her knees again, but her legs were too shaky. Instead, she lost her balance and fell with a splish on her butt in her own pee puddle, wincing as the poop in her panties was unceremoniously squished across her bottom. She couldn’t speak. She was in too much shock. Instead she just sat there and covered her face with her hands, trying to pretend this had all been a bad dream. ~Aftermath~ After gaining her composure, Angelica stiffly told Lily to clean up herself in the pool and the puddles with her towel, which would then also be washed off in the pool. At least swimsuits were designed to get wet. She on the other hand walked gingerly to the gate in the privacy fence, opened it, walked about fifty feet into the woods on the other side, and then, once she made sure no one was around, took off her shoes and socks and peeled off her jeans. Gosh, she was so stupid. She could have just peed in the woods when she had the chance. Trying to keep as much of her mess contained as possible, she pulled down her panties and made a face of disgust at herself. She then threw the panties into the underbrush and pulled her jeans back on, wincing at the roughness of the denim. She then walked back into the back yard, carrying her shoes and socks, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and then jumped in the pool. At Lily’s expression of surprise, all Angelica had to do was give her a stern look for her to understand: this way, her parents would never have to know what happened. The remainder of the afternoon was spent in awkward silence. Lily sat next to the pool (she didn’t trust how clean the water was anymore) and Angelica on the chair. She didn’t touch any more soda. Lily’s parents ended up arriving about forty minutes later, and Angelica had a strange kind of feeling of vindication when realizing that she really would not have been able to wait until they arrived. When they asked about why she was all wet, Angelica made up a story about goofing around near the pool and accidentally falling in. She kept all other answers to questions about the afternoon short, but with enough affected pep as to avoid suspicion. She made sure to say nothing about the locked back door, knowing that it would likely raise further questions—notably about where all the soda they drank went. Once Mrs. Wells dropped her off at her home, Angelica gave the same kinds of answers to her mom, determined to make sure that no one else ever found out about what happened. One week later, however, Lily was walking home from the bus stop. She and some friends had just gotten back from watching a movie and parted ways. The bus stop was nearly a mile walk from her house, but it was shorter to cut through the woods and come in through the back yard. Lily was walking quickly, already needing to use the bathroom. She remembered all too well the incident the previous week, and that the only reason her parents hadn’t found out what happened was because of Angelica’s resourcefulness. She was almost to the gate to her back yard when she was distracted by a loud buzzing off to the left. Curious, she looked that direction, then stepped carefully into the underbrush. The source of the buzzing was a swarm of flies, all acutely interested in something obscured by the leaves. As she drew nearer, a nasty smell hit her and she wrinkled her face and pinched her nose. She knew what it was. Ever since that incident, she had wondered how Angelica had cleaned up her poop accident. Now she knew. But she couldn’t stop herself. It was like a train wreck; she had to see. She haltingly drew back the plants with one hand and looked down. There, stiff and wrinkled from drying out in the open air, were a pair of pink bikini-cut panties, with a sickly brown load of poop completely covering the seat. Lily could feel herself losing control. It always felt the same way. The same sensation of being a stranger in your own body, of psychological resolve dissipating. She ran through the gate and across the yard, her breathing ragged, with one hand in her crotch in a vain attempt to stop the flow. As she sped across the grass, the wet spot gradually spread out on either side of her hand and down one leg of her jean shorts. She reached the back door and translated her momentum into forcefully sliding the door open, but she was jarringly stopped short by the fact that the door was locked. Again. She banged on the door with her free hand, yelling for someone inside to hear her, her other hand getting wetter and wetter as she continued leaking, urine now dripping from the cuff of her left leg and trickling down her thigh. She remembered what had happened the previous week and Angelica’s plight, including what ended up happening to her, as a new pressure built up in her abdomen. It was unfortunate, but apparently inevitable, then, that Lily’s mom came to the door a minute later and found her daughter red-faced and sobbing, a puddle under her soaked tennis shoes and a load in her shorts.
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    This is a game that girls have to hold pee for a while. 5 cameras (and 1 hidden camera) record their posture and faces during holding it. After a timer ringing, girls feel relieved but there is another timer that start to count down. They are forced to hold pee again with reluctance and talk about piss. Please enjoy fetishism of the putting up with pee! ※There is no blur face in full version video ↓↓Click on a number ↓↓ OJHI070-01 OJHI070-02 OJHI070-03 OJHI070-04 ojhi070-05 ojhi070-06 ojhi070-07
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    A slender woman's stomach is compressed by the urge to urinate, causing her to fart. She desperately held her pubic area, but she was incontinent.
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    Pretty straighforward 'shooter' game, even though it's in Japanese, quite obvious what's going on. Description translation below and don't forget to support the authors here (P.S. recently found a decent onscreen OCR translator, which is quite handy for these types of situations - link1, link2) top,right,bottom arrow key for basic 'attack', 'D' to trop a bomb and 'W' to accumulate 'flash' power. ___________________ "This is a battle that must be lost" ※Notes ■■What kind of game?■■ ○ An easy-to-use shooting game for peeing lovers, made by peeing lovers ♪ However, the shooting part has been tested and made into a game so that even those who don't like peeing can enjoy it! ○ The playable character is "Omorashikko"! The enemy is Dr. Q, a perverted scientist! ○Pee endurance squirming motion changes for each character and costume! ○ Defeat is a reward for peeing! The peeing sound is our circle's original! ○ Of course, CG viewing mode and scene recollection mode are also installed! ■■About event CG■■ ○ 10 base images, 83 including variations. ■■ About SD character animation ■■ ○ A whopping 1,004 total! ■■Update history■■ [2023-01-28: v1.0.0] ・Start distribution of product version [2023-02-15: v1.0.1] ・Replaced the reward acquisition screen when clearing with a secret character. ☆☆For more information, go to the flash repost special page!!☆☆ https://shikabutta.xyz/flashrepost/ Story The stage is Dr.Q's cyber space "Flash Riposte". In this game, he can forcibly take the researchers of his laboratory, Shikabuta, into cyberspace. In this cyberspace, you can unleash a special technique called "Flash". The captured researcher must aim to clear while shooting down the flying syringe containing diuretic. If you can't drop the diuretic, of course pee will accumulate in your bladder. And when the bladder reaches its limit, the end. It's a joke. However, this program is also an alpha version. It is not complete yet and there are many problems. In order to make Flash Repost perfect, Dr. Q used a researcher as a test subject and carried out a test play! [Character introduction] Naomi https://img.dlsite.jp/modpub/images2/parts/RJ01017000/RJ01016851/d6832b9c8c88367bc39b9c16f19aa592.jpg Age: 20 years old Occupation: Second-year college student (4-year college) Birthday: July 3rd Zodiac sign: Cancer Height: 161cm 3 sizes: B: 89 W: 60 H: 90 Blood Type: Type A It is a researcher who is stubborn. A mood maker with a bright character. He has a style and beauty that puts models to shame, and he has experience winning beauty contests. However, the true identity is a wee girl who can not cure peeing and bedwetting even after becoming a university student. They are a source of trouble and a complex. In addition, her lower body is a natural shaved pussy and a single streak child, and she is her secret that she does not want anyone to know. [Character Introduction] Fuka https://img.dlsite.jp/modpub/images2/parts/RJ01017000/RJ01016851/99645edf68270ba20ccd9a737a04312b.jpg Age: 23 Occupation: OL Birthday: March 25th Zodiac sign: Taurus Height: 156cm 3 sizes: B: 95 W: 64 H: 96 Blood type: AB type It is a researcher who is stubborn. She is usually shy and quiet. He is not good at men and gets extremely nervous when he is in front of them. However, her true identity is a pervert who loves to hold her pee to the limit, and loves to pee beyond the limit. She also likes watching same-sex pussies and peeing. In addition, when she pees beyond her limit, "erotic mode" is activated, and she transforms into a horny and cheerful character and becomes uncontrollable. [Character Introduction] Dr.Q https://img.dlsite.jp/modpub/images2/parts/RJ01017000/RJ01016851/49b045065710adf1afaedc0e1eef8a71.jpg Age: unknown Occupation: Peeing girl researcher Birthday: February 23rd Zodiac sign: Pisces Height: 178cm Blood Type:O A pervert who has a peculiar habit of peeing and peeing, or "wetting girl" for short. Established a research institute called "Shikabuta" because of her love for peeing girls. In addition, two researchers, Naomi and Fuka, have been added, and today as well, I am enjoying using them as test subjects... I am completely devoted to research. Although he calls himself Dr., he is neither a doctor nor does he have a doctorate. Game System https://img.dlsite.jp/modpub/images2/parts/RJ01017000/RJ01016851/d89a9810cd6260bee73173ac620b9a69.jpg 1. Basic operation is easy with only the up, right, and down keys! https://img.dlsite.jp/modpub/images2/parts/RJ01017000/RJ01016851/1b4e08935247643f0e7da54fef61ebe2.jpg 2. Unleash the charge attack "Flash"! https://img.dlsite.jp/modpub/images2/parts/RJ01017000/RJ01016851/da4c7fed55ac997f9502675df8f10779.jpg 3. All-out attacks with bombs! Overcome the pinch! https://img.dlsite.jp/modpub/images2/parts/RJ01017000/RJ01016851/ac8a42621057d48073515ac21d1a15cc.jpg 4. Defeat is your reward!?
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  9. If you saw someone have an accident in public, what would you do? What's your first instinct?
  10. Hi, I've been writing on this story since October I think and it's time to share it. I already have 70+ "chapters" written out and I plan to post one new chapter a day or so. 😇 First I thought I'd just post it here as posts chapter by chapter, but those threads get a mess in no time, so I decided to post it on Wattpad (and no I don't want any money) and use the thread for updates. If you know a better place to post it on, just suggest it. What you need to know first: English is not my first language so my phrasing could be a bit off at times. The best thing to handle such a faux-pas would be to give me feedback so I can correct it for the other readers. I'm not sure how the comments feature at Wattpad works, but that would make it the easiest to direct me to it I guess 😅 Here is the Link: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/296780081-curveballs As for the content: This novel tells the story of a student named Lyza whose situation in her eyes became hopeless. She reminisces how she ended up in diapers again. The rest can be read in the actual story 😉 ⚠️ When testing it, I sometimes hit 404 errors that referred to a null-User. Please give me feedback if the chapters don't work for you.
  11. Hello all, Please be warned that this is an ongoing story of my struggles against a new bodily issue. You see, I've always been into omo in a more casual sense. I hold at home all the time, and it turns me on SO GOOD! However, recently I've started to struggle with genuine incontinence... I've wet the bed and soaked myself at work, both of which left me utterly mortified. I'm not currently engaging in any purposeful holds. I'm hoping that by giving my bladder a break, I might push through whatever the current issue is. I also have a doctor's appointment tomorrow to find out whether it's a UTI or a genuine form of incontinence. My mother had urge incontinence, in that her bladder would clamp down for no discernable reason and she'd have very little time to find somewhere to relieve herself. Due to this being in my family history, I wouldn't be surprised if I was more susceptible to it or something similar. I'm hoping that's all this is, because it's really interfering with daily life and has reduced me to always having a diaper ready and wearing one to bed to prevent repeated messes that I'd have to clean up. Note that I'm not into diapers at all, I always thought of them as humiliating. I don't get off at all when I use a diaper, and consider it more of a crutch than anything else. I'm aware that this viewpoint changes form person to person and what flavor of omo you're into. Therefore I want to make it clear that I am in no way shaming those who enjoy diapers and/or genuinely need them. With that out of the way, let's get started. I usually only use the restroom once at work, right before lunch, which I'd already done. I'm more than comfortable holding it the rest of the day, as I'm not usually anywhere near full or desperate before I get home. I usually only go 2-3 times a day. That's at work before lunch, late afternoon or early evening, and sometimes I have to go in the morning before work. I'm a dietary host at a local hospital. I ask patients what they'd like to eat, pass trays, collect trays, and stock pantries. Needless to say, this is a rather social job. My day at work began like any other. I came into the hospital, placed my coat and whatnot in my locker, then sat down in the cafe and enjoyed a free breakfast with my fellow food service hosts. We just talked about whatever for about 20 minutes until it was time to head to the diet office, grab our work phones and iPads, and read through the day's notes. No notes today, that's good. We're also on a 5 host rotation, so none of us have a very large assignment. This has been the case quite often recently, and is a very welcome break from the 3 host rotations where I'd have a rehab unit and an entire nurses station worth of patients to get orders from. Not to mention that it takes longer to pass and collect trays when you have more patients AND don't have anyone helping you. Back on topic, I got about 15 menus before the cart full of breakfast trays was delivered to me. Quota is 10, so I'm doing pretty good. I pass the breakfast trays, deal with a couple patients that want to change their order or aren't satisfied with their food, and head downstairs to say hi to my old coworkers down in the kitchen. Note that I used to work in the kitchen as a dietary attendant and am familiar with the job roles and the people. After a few minutes of goofing off, I head back upstairs and resume asking patients what they'd like to eat. This goes on until 10:15am when I finish my assignment and start talking to random people that cross my path on the 5th floor elevator lobby. At 10:30, I head back to my unit and get a menu from a new patient and pre-organize my pantry. We don't stock pantries until after lunch, but I like to pull all the juices forward and check all the dates before heading to lunch. I then used the restroom and grabbed a Gatorade which I drank over the course of about an hour. This means I had the same bottle of Gatorade both before and after my lunch break, it's not like I chugged it or anything. After a nice big lunch consisting of goodies from the salad bar, some fries and a brownie, I headed back to the diet office and grabbed my pantry stock sheet. I then went back upstairs and counted the pantry. After counting the pantry and marking down what I needed to restock, I headed back to the elevator lobby to wait for the cart full of lunch trays to arrive. NGL, I pretty much just goofed off on my phone and said hi to anyone that passed through. I seem to be rather well liked here. Once the lunch trays arrived, it was basically the same as breakfast. I pass the trays out, help patients open their salad dressing packets (we have a lot of old people here), and deal with a couple people that want to change their orders. Passing lunch went rather smoothly and I went downstairs, grabbed one of the red carts for stocking pantries, grabbed all the goodies I needed for my pantry, and stocked said pantry. I then walked back to the elevator lobby to head down and return my cart. I was waiting for the elevator when all of a sudden I GOTTA PEE RIGHT NOW! It was a very different kind of desperation than I'm used to. I'm used to a lot of pressure bc I have a humongous bladder that maxes out just under 2L, but this was more of like the contractions that you get when your stream starts to die down and you need to get the rest out. It was a very strong contraction, forcing me to take my hands off my cart and double over! I ran over to the bathrooms, only to find them both occupied and someone already waiting! Shaking and nearly in tears, I begged to go first! I've never felt so humiliated in my life! It took everything I had to stop from grabbing myself in front of the random dude from central supply! Unfortunately, I had no choice but to do the most frantic doubled over dance you'll ever see for about 20-30 seconds before I got hit with another even more potent contraction that straight up wouldn't stop! It forced my pee right out of me, running down my legs and into my shoes before pooling at me feet, leaving me standing there sobbing! I was completely mortified with no idea what to do and just sobbed for a moment... The only thing in my mind was "no way! I didn't just do that! There's no way I'd ever do that!" I continued to break down for a moment before the bathroom door opened, and the occupant looked very concerned at the dietary host standing in a puddle with tears streaking down his face buried in his hands! It took a moment for me to bring myself back to the real world, at which point a housekeeper and a patient care tech had joined the group of people trying to help. I tried wiping my tears away and apologized profusely, still somewhat sobbing as I apologized. Everyone was very kind and helpful. The patient care tech (beautiful young lady that I've always had eyes for) gave me a spare set of the generic patient clothes and lead me to the patient shower where I cleaned myself up, wringed my clothes out under the running water, and changed into the patient clothes. I called my boss on my work phone (luckily it was in the pocket on my right side so it didn't get soaked) and told her that I'd just had an accident and needed to go home for the day, as all I have is patient clothes and I was completely torn apart by what just happened. I've always known my boss to be a very understanding young lady (I don't know her exact age but I'm guess low 30's at most) who's exceptionally good at her job and with helping people. She saw to it that I got to leave without having to cross paths with any of my coworkers, which really made my day. I went out into the parking lot nearly crying, and told the lot attendants which car I had and that I needed to leave early. They didn't ask anything and were very kind about the whole situation, setting the heat for me before fetching my car and sending me on my way. At this point I hopped on the omo.org Discord server and discussed what had just happened. More than anything, I just needed to get it off my chest so I could stop sobbing. I'm not 100% sure what I expected, but everyone was very kind and caring. A user (who's name I will not reveal bc it was via DM) talked with me for a couple hours and recommended a really amazing show called Narcos to watch while I try to pull myself together. I ended up taking a bath to try to calm my nerves before starting the show, since I was so upset I felt like I was gonna throw up. I ended up binging Narcos for about 4 hours before making some soup and crackers and heading to bed. I was so messed up that day that I hadn't eaten dinner, and with my heart conditions, it's not a great idea for me to skip meals, so I made sure I at least got something in me before I hit the sack for the night. This whole ordeal came after wetting the bed very badly the previous night, like dripping through the bed onto the floor. I have a whole story on that experience, which includes goodies on cleaning your mattress and whatnot. Naturally, after this many incidents, I've got a doctor's appointment tomorrow to see what's going on. Maybe urge incontinence like my mom had, maybe a UTI, maybe they messed something up when they did my hernia repairs (yes, plural, had it done 3 times at 2 different hospitals bc the first one kept fucking it up and the repairs would fail and the whole area would ache and burn). Either way, this isn't meant to be about my medical history, so I'm gonna call it here. I'll link the bed wetting story below. Thank you so much for reading through the whole story! Daredare205's best!
  12. I've never posted any of them before, but I've actually written a bunch of short Omo stories, and one very, very long Omo story that has taken me years and that I hope to one day release. It's 12 chapters so far, probably 2/3rds done, with a detailed world and character development and all that, and it's very important to me. This is none of those stories. I wrote this in about 2 hours. I did not worry about character development or concern myself with writing a unique story. What happened is basically, after @KimAustad's request for hypnosis stories, I ended up writing a scenario for her, and then found that I had some lingering 'hypnosis on the brain' that I needed to unload. So, to try something different, I wrote this, proofread it once, and I'm posting it here before I can stop myself. This is chapter 1 of however many chapters i feel like writing about this character. Maybe it's the only one. Have fun. The boy leaned in close to the fire for emphasis, letting the flames cast what he imagined was an eerie light over his face. When he continued speaking, it was the same grandiose, conspiratorial murmur that he had been putting on for the last ten minutes. “You know, the government already has the cure for cancer, they just won’t share it because it doesn’t make enough money.” Claire rolled her eyes. Whatever opinions she might hold about the dubious morals of late stage capitalism, she hardly found it likely that the cure for cancer was languishing for lack of a monetary incentive. “You really think so?” asked her friend Amanda excitedly. Claire winced. Amanda was a lot less discerning than her, prone to believing almost whatever nonsense someone suggested to her, as long as they said it with conviction. “Absolutely,” the boy nodded fervently. “They figured this shit out in the 1950s, with sound wave therapy and that kind of thing. But if it won’t sell, they won’t let doctors prescribe it.” Sighing, Claire pulled out her phone, and started browsing idly through social media. She enjoyed going out to parties as much as the next person, but when it came to these tedious conspiracy theories, she couldn't help but get exasperated. How were people this stupid, even now, in the 21st century, when anyone with a brain could look things up on the internet and determine whether they had even a shred of real evidence to support them? Maybe it was narcissism, or maybe it was just true idiocy that allowed people to talk themselves into this garbage, and not stop to question why no one intelligent agreed with them. Claire had been raised to question things that have no evidence, like conspiracy theories, and religion, and believe in the things that did, like science and technology. She also believed in structured, empirical debate - the cornerstone of the career in law she dreamed of one day pursuing - and so had no patience for the free-form rambling of stoned college sophomores. “…And then, when doctors get too close to finding the truth, the government sends hypnotists to make them forget what they’ve learned!” Claire couldn’t take it. She had to say something. “Seriously? Hypnosis? Are you hearing yourself right now?” she asked incredulously. Some of the people around the fire chuckled. Apparently, hypnosis was a bridge too far for a number of them too. The conspiracy boy was unfazed. “Of course. Hypnosis is real. Haven’t you ever seen the videos?” Claire snorted. “I’ve seen videos of charlatans with eager volunteers who want hypnosis to be real, yea. Anyone will pretend they’re a bird if you get them up on a stage and pump them up a bit.” Her opponent was gearing up for a response, but before he could say anything, a new voice spoke up. “Well… That’s not real hypnosis, but hypnosis IS real...” A small, dark haired boy with gloomy eyes was sitting near the back of the circle, looking almost surprised to hear his own voice. Claire recognized him from some of her classes, but she didn't know his name. She turned to him instead. “What does real hypnosis look like then? Because I’ve never seen it.” The boy looked off to the side nervously, but he stuck to his story. “It’s complicated… I’m not going to tell… these people… but I could show you… if you want.” Even in the dark, Claire could definitely see him blushing. Was this just his fairly sad attempt to get her alone to talk to him? She supposed he was kind of cute, in a nerdy way, but not someone she had ever had any interest in talking to. His face was always buried in a laptop, and she doubted he had much experience talking to girls. “What’s so complicated about it?” she asked him bluntly. “Why can’t you just show everyone?” The people around the fire looked at him expectantly, and he looked at his feet uncomfortably. “It needs to be one on one… If there’s too many people, it won’t work,” he explained, quietly. Claire cringed. “I’m not going to go do ‘one on one’ hypnosis with you, sorry. You realize how creepy that sounds, right?” The boy stared at the ground, looking chastised. But just when it looked like that might be the end of it, Amanda piped up. “I could come with you!” she yelled excitedly. “Then it won’t be so awkward!” An enthusiastic smile was beaming from underneath her button nose. Claire just groaned. Unsurprisingly, Amanda didn’t seem to know the definition of ‘one on one.” Apparently, it wasn’t that important though, because the boy perked up. “Actually, that might work… You could at least come and witness it… I have to get my laptop out of the car though…” Claire couldn’t believe it. Was she really getting roped into this? She could see Amanda brimming with excitement, and knew she was stuck. Once Amanda got this worked up about something, she always made it happen. Sighing, Claire stood up from the circle. “I’m going inside then, I’ll meet you there.” And so, after a few minutes, Claire, Amanda, and the black haired boy found themselves holed up in a small, dark guest bedroom, barely large enough for the three of them, ready to experiment with “real hypnosis.” The boy, who’s name, it turned out, was Collin, fumbled with his laptop, while Claire sighed with boredom. The decor in the bedroom was tasteless and moldy, with blankets that had probably been passed down for several generations, and a forgotten portrait of some catholic saint or another adorning the peeling wallpaper. It would have been unbearably awkward if not for Amanda’s clueless exuberance. “This is so exciting! My cousin was hypnotized once. A magician had her come up on stage, and he swung a pendant and counted down from 10, and then she said she couldn’t remember. But apparently she danced a perfect salsa in front of everyone!” “Amanda,” groaned Claire, her head in her hands. “Even Collin already said that that’s not real hypnosis. Your cousin was just really into the magic show.” “But she didn’t know how to dance salsa, and then she did!” To Claire’s relief, Collin interrupted before this debate could really get going. “Ok… sorry it took so long, I had to log in to my VPN and get Tor set up… But it’s ready now.” Over his shoulder, Claire could see a forum page that looked straight out of 2006, almost illegibly formatted with dark text over dark backgrounds. An image of something vaguely spiral shaped was opened up in one corner. She was starting to get an idea of what was going on now. Collin must have gone down some deep web rabbit hole, and ended up convincing himself that THIS was the true hypnosis, and now he was going to try it on her. There was a brief silence. “So… Are you going to hypnotize me or what?” “What should be the goal for the hypnosis?” asked Collin. “I don’t know,” grumbled Claire, “can’t you just make me think I’m a cow or something? Get some good moos, and Amanda can take a cellphone video, and we can get on with our lives?” Collin shook his head. “No… no, it’s much harder to get people to actively DO things… with real hypnosis, it’s easier to get people NOT to do things, if that makes any sense.” Amanda was hanging on to every word, but Claire was nonplussed. “No, not really. Have you actually done this on anyone, anyway?” “Only my sister…” “And what did you make her do - er, not do?” Collin smirked. “I got her to stop being so mean to me. She doesn’t even remember being hypnotized. Basically, I just had her forget how much she hates me, and she stopped being such a bitch.” Unbelievable, thought Claire. Absolutely insane. Collin’s ‘proof’ that hypnosis works was that his sister was being nicer to him? She would have been nicer to her brother too, if she had one, and he was so desperate for attention that he was resorting to hypnosis. Still, she decided not to say anything, and just get this over with. Besides, Amanda had clearly not had the same reaction, because she was staring with rapt attention, eyes wide underneath her strawberry blonde curls, knees bouncing up and down like crazy. “Amanda. Amanda! Can you stop fidgeting like that, you’re shaking the bed.” “Sorry,” said Amanda. “You know me, I get excited and I can’t sit still!” “Well, control yourself. How am I supposed to be hypnotized if I’m experiencing a localized earthquake?” “Sorry,” said Amanda again. She crossed her legs tightly. Claire groaned. “Do we need to stop while you go pee?” Amanda blushed. “I can wait. You don’t need to ask me that all the time, you know.” “Oh please. I’ve known you your whole life, I know the signs.” Collin looked on with raised eyebrows, looking somewhat flabbergasted. Claire figured that this conversation was probably not what he imagined banter between college girls to center around, but Amanda was a special case. Claire supposed she should stop embarrassing her friend, but then again, it was Amanda’s idea to even be here, and when she thought about that her sympathy vanished. She turned to Collin. “She’s always been like this Collin, she gets distracted, and then she gets stubborn and then, well, I’ll let you guess what happens next.” Amanda looked at her furiously. “Shut up. It’s not my fault I have a small bladder.” Claire smirked. “You’re also 20. When are you planning to finish potty training, age 30?” “Shut UP!” “Ok,” Collin said nervously, “you two have some things to work out… but we’re supposed to be figuring out a prompt for hypnosis.” “Why don’t you hypnotize Amanda instead, and try to help her remember to go to the bathroom more often,” Claire said, with an evil grin. The whole thing was so stupid at this point, she couldn’t even pretend to take it seriously. “You heard what he said, he can’t make people do things they don’t know how to do.” Amanda interjected angrily. She turned to Collin. “I know, can you make it so that Claire always forgets to go to the bathroom when she has to pee? Then maybe she'll have some sympathy.” Claire burst out laughing, but Collin frowned. “I don’t think that’s a good idea… that could really be a problem for her…” “No, it’s perfect,” giggled Claire. “I bet even hypnotized I’d have better bladder control than Amanda.” Collin looked hesitant, but Amanda had fire in her eyes now. “Bet. Well, you heard her. Do it! Or are you scared it won’t work?” Even though his biggest supporter was now turning on him, Collin tried once more to inject a note of caution. “It’s a funny idea, but… I don’t want to do anything mean… if she starts having accidents, it will be a real problem, and I don’t want to be responsible for that.” “It’s not going to be a problem,” Claire snorted, “because hypnosis is fake. So go ahead, show me your spiral jpeg or whatever and let me out of this dusty room.” Whether it was because of Claire’s repeated disparaging of hypnosis, or Amanda’s badgering, Collin finally relented. “Alright, everyone calm down. We need to create a soothing, peaceful environment, or it won’t work. Claire, try to stop laughing, Amanda, try to stop fidgeting.” It seemed that now that it was finally time for the hypnosis, Collin was finding his confidence. He indicated to Claire that she should lie down in bed, and told Amanda to go stand in the corner. Once the girls had done as they were told, he placed the laptop down next to Claire’s face, with the spiral graphic blown up to fill the screen. “Ok. Make yourself comfortable. I want you to take deep breaths, long and slow, and keep doing it until you feel your heart rate dropping. In the meantime, work on emptying your mind. We are going to enter your subconscious, and rearrange it.” Claire did as she was told. Even though she didn’t believe in hypnosis, intellectual rigor demanded that she give it the fairest attempt possible. “Good, Claire, good.” Collin leaned over, and pressed something on the laptop. The spiral image, which had previously been stationary and kind of stupid looking, started to oscillate, waving and shimmering in and out. It didn’t even look much like a spiral anymore - the colors were changing too, and Claire couldn’t take her eyes off of it. Somewhere, she could hear Collin’s voice droning on, but she didn’t know what he was saying. After an unknown amount of time, he came back into focus, and the tone of his voice had changed. “You are staring down a long, dark hallway. There are doors all the way down, but we are not going to open them yet. When I say so, you can begin walking, one foot in front of the other. We are going to make our way deeper into the recesses of your mind. You don’t need to be afraid. Are you ready? Good. Let’s go.” The bedroom was gone. Amanda seemed to have disappeared. All that Claire could see was a long hallway in front of her, and there was nothing to do but begin to make her way down it. “You’re doing great Claire. We’re getting very deep now. Let’s open up the door on your right and take a look. Are you ready? Good.” Claire opened the door, and strode serenely inside. The room was infinite in size and complexity. Tall, black boxes with innumerable wires going in and out of them stretched beyond the horizon, with flashing lights occasionally blinking on their faces. She wandered over to one of them, inspecting it curiously. Then, without thinking, she grabbed one of the cables hanging down, and ripped it out. “Well done, Claire. That was very good. You’ve removed one of the connections between your brain, your bladder, and your higher reasoning skills. We’re going to be here a while, because there are a lot of these, and we need to find all of them. Do you think you can do that?” Claire nodded enthusiastically. “Very good Claire… Very good.” Claire’s body lay motionless on the stiff mattress for a long time, while the Claire inside her head wandered around, slowly deprogramming the inner workings of her mind. By the time she was done, and the bedroom started to come back into focus, Claire had no idea how much time had passed. Amanda was still standing in the corner, chewing on her fingernails, eyes as wide as dinner plates, and the spiral image on the laptop was just a spiral again. Claire blinked, trying to shake the cobwebs out of her eyes. A sliver of drool had wet the pillow beneath her, and she wiped her chin off quickly, embarrassed. No one seemed to know what to say. “Did it work?” asked Amanda, finally. Claire looked at Collin, who shrugged. “We won’t know if it worked right away. She needs to get a full night’s sleep and let her brain process the rewiring.” Amanda looked a little deflated, but Claire felt her confidence start to come back. It seemed that Collin knew how to run a good meditation, because she had really been out of it for a moment there. But now, when asked for real results, he was stalling for time. Claire, still feeling relaxed from the trance, decided not to be mean. “I guess we’ll just have to see,” she said patiently. “Thanks for trying, it was… different, if nothing else.” With nothing else to do, the trio exited the bedroom. Amanda made a beeline for the bathroom, while Claire waited outside. She didn’t really need to go herself, not like Amanda, who she figured would probably have peed her pants if the hypnosis kept going much longer. Instead, she grabbed a glass of water. She’d had a little vodka earlier, not much, but she didn’t want any kind of a hangover. The party was winding down, and once Amanda was done, the two of them started heading back to their dorm. “So did you get hypnotized?” asked Amanda eagerly, now that Collin was gone. “I don’t know,” said Claire, truthfully. “Probably not, because hypnosis is fake. But it was pretty relaxing.” “You were totally out of it,” said Amanda breathlessly. “Like, you were barely breathing even. You didn’t move like forever.” “I guess,” Claire admitted. “But that’s not hypnosis necessarily. I mean, I never said meditation wasn’t real.” “You don’t know if it was hypnosis or not,” Amanda chastised her. “Collin said we wouldn’t know until tomorrow.” “Right,” Claire laughed. “Well, I’m going to bed. I can at least get a good night’s sleep out of this while I’m still all hypnotized or whatever. Maybe Collin should try working with insomniacs, I’m exhausted.” “Wait, Claire,” Amanda stopped her, biting her lip, a look of concern on her face. “Yea?” “Do you think… maybe… should you get some diapers before class tomorrow? You know, in case the hypnosis worked.” Claire looked at her in disbelief. “Amanda. Seriously. Listen to yourself. I’m not going to need diapers. Where would I get diapers anyway? It’s the middle of the night.” “Oh.. yea… Well, you should set an alarm to remind yourself to go to the bathroom at least.” Claire opened her mouth to argue, then stopped. There was no helping some people. “Sure Amanda, good idea. I’ll do that.” She was definitely not going to do that. The two girls said goodnight, and Claire was asleep before she hit the pillow. The next morning was Monday, and Claire’s first class, The Physics of Sound, was bright and early at 8:30. It seemed that the effects of the hypnosis had lingered, because Claire’s good night’s sleep had been a little too good. By the time she woke up, she was running uncharacteristically late. Speeding around her dorm, she collected her books, threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, ran a comb through her straight brown hair and hopped on her bike. She figured she had just enough time to swing by the cafeteria for a cup of coffee, plus one to go. But she was not quite right about that, and by the time she walked into the lecture hall, class had already started. Her professor glared at her disapprovingly and she performed the walk of shame over to her seat. “Well, now that even the less punctual among us have decided to grace us with their presence,” he griped sarcastically, “we can hopefully discuss the properties of sound waves without any more distractions.” Claire blushed. Her professor was being melodramatic, but she prided herself on being punctual and organized, so his words still stung. Stupid hypnosis, she thought. It seemed like the only thing it had accomplished was the minor annoyance of putting her behind the 8-ball to start her Monday. As the lecture got going, Claire forgot completely about hypnosis, lateness, or anything else, and focused on sipping coffee and taking notes. The class wasn’t something for her major, but it was an engaging enough topic, and Claire always took her studies seriously. Her mind was totally consumed with sine waves, and the velocity of sound through different mediums, and the frequencies of different overtones. The only thing that was odd was that she was unusually fidgety for some reason - maybe that second cup of coffee had been a bit too much, and the caffeine was hitting harder than usual. She’d been so groggy from oversleeping, and eager to shake herself out of the funk, but now she was crossing and uncrossing her legs, bouncing up and down, playing with her hair… She was reminding herself of Amanda. She even caught a few people glancing in her direction. Frustrated, she straightened herself out, took a deep breath, and focused back on the lecture. After class, she could get some water, and have some food, and that would probably dilute the unruly concentration of caffeine. Plus she could take a walk and just try to burn off some of this energy. It was a little past the halfway point in class when something happened that, in retrospect, made the fidgeting make a lot more sense. Claire didn’t really know what she was feeling at first. It seemed to be getting very warm between her legs, starting from her underwear, quickly enveloping her butt, and then surging along the bottoms of her thighs. Had she spilled her coffee? No, the coffee was still on her desk, and it was empty anyway. She looked down, staring in puzzled disbelief at the stain actively spreading across her lap. The hot liquid was running down her calves now. A trickling sound was coming from below her, as the liquid overflowed the bench and splashed onto the floor, drawing the eyes of classmates nearby. One of them covered her mouth in shock. Only then did it dawn on Claire what was happening. If there was a playbook for how to react to suddenly discovering that you’re wetting yourself in class, Claire had never studied it. She let out a loud, involuntary yelp of surprise, drawing even more eyes, and grabbed herself fiercely between her thighs, clenching at the soaked denim with desperation and causing the stain to grow even larger around her hand. It was both ineffective and far too late. There was no stopping her bladder until it was empty. Still actively peeing her pants, Claire flung her books into her bag in one motion and just ran for it, a dripping, headlong dash for freedom, ears ringing and cheeks blazing. She didn’t stop until she had reached the bathroom, where she flung herself down on the toilet, ripped off her pants, and… nothing, really. It was all over. She hadn’t even been close. Claire was too shocked to cry right then. She wiped herself automatically, flushed the toilet, and pulled her pants back up. Her jeans were so thoroughly soaked that at first, the drips down her legs made her think that she had started peeing again. There was no point in trying to dry herself off, or wasting any more time in this bathroom. With her brain in crisis mode, Claire quickly realized that the best she could do was head back to her dorm as quickly as possible, before the first block of classes ended, and even more people saw her. Tying her sweatshirt around her waist, she scurried outside to her bike, leaving wet footprints along the way, and slung her saturated legs up over the seat. As she pedaled, her mind was blank, too traumatized to properly consider what had happened. More students pointed and whispered as she passed, on the street, and then in the hallway to her dorm. But it was all a blur. Reaching her room and slamming the door behind her, she peeled her jeans off like clingwrap, toweled off her legs, pulled on a pair of pajamas, flung herself into bed, and finally allowed herself to cry.
  13. Hello all, I'll start this story by linking my other story New Form Of Incontinence from the non-diaper section of the site. I also have direct permission via DMs from Lizy The Leaky Leafeon to post this here with all the juicy details! My previous accident right when I got home from work seemed to gather a lot of attention in the omorashi chat channel on Discord, and Lizy pointed out that it was super hot (despite her not usually being into male desperation) and that she'd love to make me have another accident! I had put in the channel that I'd diapered up since then, as I seem to be genuinely incontinent at the time being and was just lying in bed enjoying the desperation. Naturally, Lizy jumped on this and asked me to keep my legs apart! I didn't take her up on this until I'd established just how humiliating the whole diaper thing was and that, since I do usually provide pictures or videos, I'd still do so, just with the covers still on so I could hide my diaper. Looking back, I'm not 100% sure this was necessary bc it's not like it's all I was wearing. I was in a shirt and pajama pants as well. With the ground rules set and a 1 minute timer agreed on, I spread my legs and started the timer! It was so hard! Dribbles nearly turned into spurts as my legs shook furiously to contain the flood! Note that I probably wasn't much more than 50% full, I've been having a lot of accidents lately. Context is in the post I linked at the top. The desperation turned me on SO MUCH and I started breathing heavy, only adding to how much my legs were shaking! By time time the 1 minute timer had ended, I'd already came in my diaper and dribbled enough to equal a small spurt! It was truly amazing and I came THIS CLOSE to losing it all in my diaper! 1.mp4 Of course, after talking about how hard it was to keep the spurts in, Lizy told me to let out a spurt and stop it right away! I can't explain how hard it was! My whole body was on fire and I was sweating from the effort! It was so damn hot! There were no dribbles leading up to the spurt, it just ROCKETED out of me as soon as I thought of letting some out, and I had a lot of slow dribbles while I fought to keep it stopped! Nearly came again! At this point, a tidal wave came crashing in and I shot to a 10/10 continuously dribbling and nearly spurting several times as I slammed my legs together, squirming to hell and back to contain the flood! My mind was going 1,000mph and I was in heaven! 2.mp4 At this video, people commented on how amazingly squirmy I was and Lizy admitted that she was getting wet! While my mind got off on the thought of people getting wet, my body continued to fight off the tidal wave and I came once again! I was going crazy out of my mind it felt so good! Naturally, this is when she made me set a timer for 2 minutes and keep my legs apart again! It was gonna be SO HARD and I put in chat "JESUS CHRIST RIGHT AFTER YOU MADE ME SPURT" to which she of course gave a "you heard me" and I went ahead and set the timer! My legs shook SO HARD and from time to time one of my knees shot up at the ceiling! Of course, when a spurt escaped, I slammed my legs together and she made me reset the timer! The rules were now in place that leaking and/or closing my legs would result in resetting the timer! I swear I tried my hardest but my legs kept slamming shut and every time I managed to resist from closing my legs I'd leak again! Next she cracked down on my squirming and lifting my knees up, telling me that I had to keep still no matter what! I just couldn't! I sent the following video as proof! 3.mp4 I complained that I HAD TO SQUIRM otherwise I'd lose it all! Of course she told me I didn't have to and that I needed to stop squirming! She also cracked down again on how I kept lifting my knees and I tried my very best! My legs sort of vibrated in place as my thighs tensed SO HARD and I lost a nearly continuous dribble and a couple boiling hot spurts! Naturally, when I was down to about 20 seconds on the timer I got hit with a hell of a tidal wave and my legs SLAMMED SHUT! Shit! Gotta reset the timer again! I was able to resist the spurts for half of the timer before I started squirming again and had to reset the timer AGAIN! I finally managed to keep from squirming long enough to get a short video and put it in chat, but was still not able to resist squirming for the whole 2 minutes! I swear those dribbles were about to turn into a total loss of control! There were tap dancers and a whole disco party going on in my bladder! 4.mp4 At this point she offered that she could cut the timer in half, but I'd have to do it standing up! I was torn between these! They'd both be just as hard! Since I wasn't able to decide, she decided to do something else. I was allowed to squirm and kick my knees and everything, but if I dared to close my legs I'd have to let out a spurt again! I said I'd do my best and she left to get some food and some hot coco. Naturally she dropped a gif of a leaking water bottle in the chat and my mind filled in the dripping sound and I lost a bunch of short but powerful spurts all in a row! Then she said she had to go to the bathroom and asked for my permission, which I of course denied and told her that she had to suffer with me! To be honest, it didn't matter what her answer was! The thought of her going to the bathroom made me dribble for a couple seconds and I came again! She then told me to learn my place (part of a humiliation thing we agreed on back at the beginning) and that she was gonna pee whether I told her to do it or not! She described how good it would feel and talked about the hissing sound echoing throughout the bathroom! I started dribbling again and nearly lost another set of spurts! Then she punished me for telling her not to use the toilet and made me push on my bladder! I lost a continuous stream for a second or two! 5.mp4 I had to stop the video bc I was about to lose it all if I didn't close my legs IMMEDIATELY! I put in chat that I swear I didn't close my legs on purpose! As per the rules, I let out another spurt as punishment for closing my legs and I nearly couldn't stop it! Lizy told me that I could keep them closed if I apologized for telling her that she couldn't use the toilet. I don't know why I did this, but I begged for permission to keep my legs closed instead of apologizing. Naturally, she told me to apologize once again. I gave a sincere apology in text only bc I was panting and moaning so hard I couldn't speak straight! Naturally, she told me that I could only keep my legs closed for 2 minutes! I set another timer and slammed my legs shut once again, managing to keep the floodgates completely closed for the entirety of the timer! My body SCREAMED for release and my knees started bouncing SO HIGH! I was on fire again! It felt SOOOO GOOOOOD! Then she made me describe how good it would feel to pee! I could barely speak! So I dumped it in chat as well. "It would feel like a river of bliss! Like my very being was melting! Like all the tension was leaving my body! It would feel like Heaven!" Naturally, this was true torture and my bladder began screaming! Although each spurt was only 1/4 second or so, I lost a few in a row and used every muscle I had to keep the flood at bay! 6.mp4 I BEGGED for permission to close my legs bc I was leaking and I didn't know if I could stop it! Miraculously, she gave me permission to close my legs again! I rolled onto my side and did my best to stop the spurts and dribbles! I was so close to losing it all! 7.mp4 After cumming yet again and barely holding on, she told me to go downstairs and turn on the sink! Naturally, it took me a moment just to get out of bed and I nearly fell on the stairs bc I had to suddenly stop and completely doubled over! By the time I made it to the bathroom, my entire body was covered in sweat! I was moaning so hard, nearly screaming in desperation! My whole body shook furiously as I lost another series of quick but powerful spurts! I thin I'd lost about half of my urine at this point! 9.mp4 I started steaming for a second which I somehow managed to stop and it turned into just a continuous dribble that I couldn't stop no matter what I did! She told me to go into the shower and contemplate wetting! I was torn! I really didn't want to wet and at the same time I WAS UNBELIEVABLY TURNED ON! I just stood there jamming my hands on my crotch and doing the most frantic peepee dance of my life! I swear my heart was going 5000bpm! I eventually got a couple palpitations in a row and my focus shifted to that... My floodgates opened for another set of spurts and I got dizzy and had to lean on the wall for a sec... I eventually ripped my diaper down and sat on the toilet and let go, catching my breath as my remaining pee gushed out of me and my heartrate calmed back down. Don't worry, I'm fine. Just a bit too much excitement for one night is all. Naturally, I went back to bed in a fresh diaper and slept soundly for through the whole night! The end!
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    A beautiful woman desperately endures while holding her crotch. It was worth it. She endured to the end and urinated into the container without incident. The record is 800㏄
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  15. I decided to do a challenge tonight and it was quite the experience lol! Shout out to @Mycall, who made my favourite hold on Milovana. While this isn't my first time doing Mycall's challenge, this is the first time I've had what I'd consider a true accident. Something that I attribute to my autism, I register my need to pee very suddenly, with a lot of pressure all at once. That's exactly what happened tonight. I was sitting in the living room playing Stardew Valley when my bladder decided to scream at me, and I thought it would be interesting to do an impromptu hold. I was wearing dark, ripped skinny jeans and a black turtleneck tucked into it, and felt very proper in it, but that was certainly about to change. I hopped over to Milovana and started Mycall's challenge. The highest level I could start at was level 1, but I was already feeling like a level 2, as I was crossing my legs in my seat. I started level one and did some exercises, jumping jacks, yoga poses, and squats, which made my legs feel incredibly weak. After about 4-6 exercises, I had enough points to move up to level 2. If you've ever played this challenge, you know that in between levels 1 and 2, there's a bonus challenge that involves taking a 15 minute walk. I've never done this challenge because I'm insecure and the social interaction with the people I'm living with to say, "Hey! I'm going for a walk!" is often too much for me XD. But tonight, they were out at a concert, so I decided to brave the cold and head out for a walk. My legs ached from the squats, but I made it down the driveway and into the bitter cold. after about 7 minutes, the challenge instructed me to let out a little squirt into my boxers. at this point I was busting to pee, so I happily obliged the challenge and let out a bit into my pants. Cars went by as I peed into my boxers just enough to feel a warm spot of wet, and I felt nervous and a little naughty. After I was done, I made the walk home, my wet underwear clinging to my crotch in such a wonderful way. The walk home was agonizing. My muscles weren't letting go just yet, but it felt like I was filled to the brim with pee, and if I let go just a little, I'd be far wetter than I already was. I made it home without accident, but the relief of getting to the house was perhaps a little too much for my body to handle. I got inside and threw off my mittens and jacket, pacing back and fourth, unable to keep still. I was too full at this point, and I was ready to explode. I bent over to untie my boots, and the pressure of my skinny jeans against my bladder made me squirt. I raced to get my boots off, and once I did, it was all over. My bladder let go onto the doormat. I clutched my crotch to try to stop the flood but there was no use. I could feel the muscles in my bladder trying desperately to stop the flood of pee to no avail. I clambered off of the mat and onto the floor, knowing it would be easier to clean the floor than the mat. My hands still clutching myself, I wet myself on the hardwood floor, soaking my socks, and making big, dark, wet streaks run down inside of my legs. I was stunned, eyes wide and mouth agape in awe of what had just happened. I got out of my wet clothes and threw them in the wash, cleaned the floor, and as I'm now sitting in my dry, fuzzy robe and typing this, I'm still reeling. I can't stop thinking "holy fuck I actually pissed myself, like I fully fucking pissed myself, oh my god that's wild." and so on. Safe to say I had a wonderfully wet time tonight. Shout out again to @Mycall, and anyone who actually read all of this!
  16. I'll go first. I'm a 26 year old straight male for context. I'll start by telling you what my favorite flavor of omo is: genuine uncontrollable accidents brought on by a truly bursting bladder and no chance of using any facilities to relieve it! General naughtiness and power pissing work very well for me as a sort of foreplay, but if you make it the main event, I don't think you're into the same flavor of omo as I am. I'd plan so many things to do! Obviously the climax would be sex while bursting, but we've gotta do plenty of stuff before that! I'd start by announcing on the app that I'm using that I'm into pee desperation and bladder torture so the poor girl knows what she's getting herself into. Of course, we'd be strangers who met online and are curious about our pee fetish. I'd like for our first meeting to be late morning so we can have lunch and take full advantage of the unlimited refills offered by whatever restaurant we visit. After lunch, we'd probably go to a park or something where we can be outdoors but still be able to slip away into rather thin privacy for when the moment arrives! I'd just love to go bird spotting, dog petting, and just general outdoor socializing while our bladders fill to dangerous capacities! Since I've got a bladder of steel, I'm sure she'd burst before me, and we could make this into a power pissing show! When she truly can't wait anymore, we'll diverge from the trail we're on and hide behind some shrubs or whatever while she demonstrates just how far she can send her stream into the air! Then we'd head back to a cheap hotel room with two beds where we can do as much damage as we want to the bed and all we'd have to worry about is a cleaning fee. A pool is a must, since we'd bring sports drinks and hit the pool all afternoon! Lots of flirting, feeling each other up, but no nudity or sex yet for obvious reasons. For an evening dinner, I'm thinking an outdoor restaurant with the wooden overhangs and lanterns all over! We'd once again take full advantage of the unlimited refills and drink as much as we safely can! Once done with dinner, we'd drive back to the hotel with our rapidly filling bladders! I'm aware I'd likely have to drink at least a large bottle of water ahead of time to get my bladder truly full before my partner bursts all over the floor... One of the cons of a steel bladder that holds almost 2L... Arriving back at the hotel, we'd watch TV and engage in massages, followed by teasing and a lengthy foreplay session as we reach max capacity! Once we truly can't wait another second, I'd coat my dick in aphrodisiac lube and send my throbbing dick the whole way in! Neither of us are allowed to pee until we both orgasm together, resulting in the ultimate synchronous peegasm that I've only ever managed to experience once... Although I get peegasms rather regularly, it's a matter of compatibility to get a woman to peegasm with you. I've gotten lucky with this once when casual dating about a year ago... Just because we've peegasm'd doesn't mean we're done! We're gonna keep having sex until our bladders are empty! Given the fact that I'd just peed inside this girl, I'd have a vaginal cleaner ready to go. Don't want her getting an infection from any urine left up in there... Then we'd shower and take the other bed for a good night's sleep. What happens next is up to us. If she wants to stay together, that's AWESOME! If not, oh well, it was technically a casual service. Thank you for reading. I'd love to hear about your current fantasies! No need to match my flavor of omo, just be yourselves in your responses! Daredare205's best!
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  18. Hello everyone! I'm a male, 26 years old, with short brown hair parted high on my left and swished across to my right. I have blue eyes and wear black plastic glasses with dark blue accents. I'm 5' 11" (180.34cm) at 170lbs (77kg). I've got broad shoulders and a large ribcage, with little to no stomach sticking out bc the bulk of my weight is muscle on my shoulders, upper arms and upper legs due to my racing and go karting hobbies. The steering in my Audi TT is a bit on the heavy side, so I end up building some muscle since I do practice runs every other day for at least an hour. I don't have a very large ass due to not holding fat on me. Before I begin with the story, I'd like to give some context. For as long as I can remember, I've been aroused by peeing where I'm not supposed to, holding to the point of genuine desperation, legitimately wetting myself (not just giving up and peeing... Genuine accidents bc I CAN'T hold it anymore), masturbating while bursting and/or right after bursting, and of course, finding new fun ways to do these things! More info on this is available in my thread Practice Makes Perfect! I know this is an 18+ site, so I'm not giving detail here... Just know that since about 3rd grade, I've done a hold that lead to a genuine accident at least once every week. For about a 6 month period during middle school (can't remember which year), I wet myself every day. These were all genuine accidents, never once did I say "I'm bored now" and just pee because I could. As a result of this, I now have a huge bladder and very strong holding muscles. Anyway, that's enough of this, since I'm not allowed to detail any of these holds due to the 18+ rule. If anyone is questioning my bladder size or thinking that I'm exaggerating, I've attached a picture to this post. It's literally just the same picture from the Practice Makes Perfect thread. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ When I was 19, I was at a family friend's house and started to not feel that great, so I used the restroom in hopes that I could just poop out whatever was bothering me, had some water (it was a rather hot day), and started walking home. Note that it would be at least 30 minutes before I got home even at my usual brisk pace bc of my nice long legs. I only got halfway home or so and a burning started, both in my bladder, and in my dick. I quickened my pace, hoping to get home and be able to deal with whatever this was. Naturally, when I was about 5 minutes away from home, the burning got more intense and spread to include my holding muscles and what I imagine was my urinary track. I again quickened my pace, my bladder protesting harshly and demanding that I empty my bladder into my pants right there on the side of the street in the middle of town with nothing to hide behind. I just clenched and kept speed walking. When I finally got home, I went inside and headed upstairs to the bathroom. I was in such a rush, I completely ignored my brother and my parents as I just speed walked straight upstairs and to the bathroom. When I finally got to the bathroom and opened the door, I was met with a powerful wave of desperation ON TOP of all the burning! I knew I didn't have long, and slammed the door shut as I fumbled for my zipper! Naturally, I completely lost control. There was no warning, just a sudden full throttle gush into my shorts, down my legs, and onto the floor! I was so mortified and overwhelmed with a mix of relief and whatever these burning sensations were that I just stood there, unable to stop the stream or even slow it down. As my dick always lays to the left, my stream soaked through that side of my shorts, my wallet, my car keys, and spread quickly on the floor! I stood there, nearly crying, trying to come up with what to do next. I grabbed a bunch of towels, threw them on the floor, started pulling things out of my pockets, and began cleaning up. I was still so mortified of what had just happened that I almost cried the whole time. I then showered, and did not jack off to any of this. Don't get me wrong, genuine accidents are like my favorite thing next to sex with a full bladder, but this was different. The burning didn't go away, and the shower did help, but it didn't entirely go away. I just ignored it bc I was so mortified and I didn't want my family to find out about my mishap. The burning went away about an hour after my shower and didn't come back. I intentionally drank just enough to stay hydrated for the rest of the evening, so that I wouldn't have to go to the bathroom. I did this out of fear that the burning might come back with a vengeance if I let my bladder get too full. I also peed quite often, not very large amounts, in an effort to keep my bladder empty and hopefully keep that burning from coming back. Later that night, I had some warm milk to calm my nerves before bed. Looking back on it, this probably lead to what happened later that night. At about 2am, I woke up to a sensation I hadn't felt in almost 20 years... I'd peed the bed in my sleep! By the time I'd woken up, my bladder was already empty! I was so mortified by all this that I completely stopped all omorashi related activities for a few weeks. I didn't jack off AT ALL for the entire time. I didn't tell anyone about any of it. Really just shat all over my mood and my self esteem. Silver lining! I pulled out of that lull a few weeks later and resumed omorashi related activities! I saved my first wank for when I was truly desperate and legit about to lose control, and oh boy was it an exceptional orgasm! Multiple back to back jets of cum, a warm ecstasy like I hadn't felt in a long time, and a truly magnificent follow up when my bladder burst a few minutes later and I came again! People describe post nut clarity as the best thing in the world, but when you've gone without for awhile and then suddenly get back into it, it's 10 times better! Maybe I should start participating in No Nut November so that I can give myself this gift every December! ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ At 20, I moved out of my parents house to live with my grandparents. I did this mostly out of care for my grandfather, a WWII veteran who was brittle diabetic, renal with double kidney failure, and a double amputee. Despite these disabilities, he had a morning routine of making sure his levels were good (his dialysis machine told us what his blood levels were), putting on his prosthetic legs (he had the ones where you could click the ankles to move the feet), and having a breakfast sized to his blood sugar level. The man knew what he had, and knew how to deal with it. I wanted to support him the best I could, since he was often frustrated about not being able to do the things he used to. I wanted to give it my best to make sure he wasn't lonely in his final years. He eventually peacefully passed, no suffering. We had a wonderful ceremony and every single police officer and veteran in the area came to congratulate the man on his excellent run at life! There's still a LOCAL HERO banner on one of the telephone poles near their house with his name and military accomplishments on it. Anycrap, this is supposed to be about omorashi, so let's get back on track. While at my grandparents, I had much more freedom to explore my fetish! Since pap was usually in the back room and grandma couldn't hear well enough to pick up on my moans, I didn't have to mute myself or suppress any orgasms. I was basically free to do what I wanted, so long as I helped around the house. I cleaned something once a day, sometimes doing household maintenance as well. Needless to say, I'd use these tasks as the starting points for massive holds! I'd drink 1L of water over 90 minutes or so, and I'd make sure to have a pop or something with me when I was cleaning or fixing things, so there was never a very dull moment! I have a few notable holds from living at my grandparents place, and none of them had the UTI scare that the first story did. Luckily, that's only happened once. First story from grandma's house: I was out with my gf at the time and had eaten lunch at a fancy restaurant. Naturally, I took full advantage of their unlimited refills on drinks. I had a lemonade, got a refill, drank the refill, and got another refill that I then put in a to-go cup. That's when we went shopping for about 2 hours before I drove her back to her house. I started sipping on my lemonade during the drive to her place, and by the time we arrived almost an hour later, I was REALLY full! Like, I had to put in genuine effort to not appear desperate in the driver's seat. I just muscled my way to her house, dropped her off, did my best to appear normal while helping her carry in the fruits of her shopping, and then drove home. It felt so good to be able to moan and hold myself without fear of anyone knowing! By the time I got back to town, I was SUPER DESPERATE! Like, couldn't keep my knees apart desperate! My bladder pushed out so far that I'd already loosened my seatbelt and undone my pants to give it room to expand! There was nothing I could do to stop the moans that came when my thighs tensed to keep my boiling hot piss off of the driver's seat! When I finally got home, I parked under the car port out back. Luckily, grandma's back yard was rather elaborate with lots of shrubs and small trees, so I had my pick of places to enjoy myself. Except, that didn't really matter... I stood up out of the car and clutched myself as hard as I could! I couldn't separate my thighs or my knees, nor could I stand up straight! Before I could do anything about anything, I lost a boiling hot spurt that lasted a few seconds and created a wet spot halfway down to my knee! I tried so hard to take a few steps forward and get my pants down behind a large shrub, but it was no use! I started peeing full force into my pants! It took me a few seconds to be able to stop it, and by that point, my left leg was nearly completely soaked! I then opened my pants and jacked off so hard before cumming and losing any control I had left! I power pissed for over a minute before the stream died down to a dribble and finally stopped! Of course, I jacked off again in the shower and CAME SUPER HARD! Second story from grandma's house: One day, my grandparents were both out for pap's doctor's appointment and I had the house to myself for several hours. I'd known about this long before they left, so I drank a metric butt ton of water and Gatorade before they left! I had nearly 3L of liquids over about 5 hours and was SUPER FULL! Like, even with PJ's on, the waist still dug into my bladder bc it was sticking out so far! Naturally, I was SUPER HARD and feeling really hot! I decided to see how far I could go and started playing video games to distract myself from my rapidly growing need! I was once again to the point of uncontrollable thigh clenches, unstoppable moans, and the NEED to grab myself to prevent a flood of boiling hot piss! You know like, when you get so turned on that you start breathing really heavy and nothing else matters? That's exactly what was happening! And my bladder's intense protests and demands to be emptied only turned me on further! I started masturbating to distract myself from my need, which actually worked somehow! However, when I came, I lost a large spurt and nearly lost it all right there on my gaming chair! I ran for the bathroom with my hand squeezing the hell out of my dick, losing one small spurt after another as I made my way down the hall to the toilet! Once there, I started to pull my pants down before it just started ROCKETING out of me! With no options left, I ended up leaving a trail across the bathroom floor as I hopped in the shower and emptied my bladder into my pajama pants! I swear it was coming out of my pocket, running down my leg, dripping directly from my crotch to the shower floor, and the hiss was so damn loud! I didn't even pee for a full minute because it was coming out so fast! Naturally, I jacked off again as soon as my bladder was empty and CAME SO HARD into my soaked pajama pants! I then undressed and took a shower. Third story from grandma's house: I read a thing online awhile back that said that your bladder can hold quite a lot while you sleep, and as long as you wake up before you wet the bed, you should be able to hold a rather large amount. Of course, this peaked my curiosity. I used the restroom about half an hour before bed to make sure I was getting a fair start. See, the plan was to drink JUST ENOUGH to be bursting by morning, not enough to not be able to make it through the night. I laid down several towels in case I'd end up losing some before making it out of bed, and went to bed for the night with a little over 2L in me! I remember having a couple strange dreams, but no wet dreams and no feelings of warmth or wetness. When I woke up the next morning, I had an entire ocean inside of me AND IT WANTED OUT! I immediately curled up and grabbed myself to prevent from wetting the bed and began my hobble to the bathroom. If I wasn't wearing pajamas, my thighs would've probably been visibly pale from being squeezed together so hard! I made it to the bathroom without losing a single spurt and decided to play a little game since I was still holding on by a thread! I started the shower and waited for the hot water to get there. Naturally, the sound of the water pushed my over the edge and I lost a boiling hot spurt lasting almost 10 seconds! I couldn't do anything except pull my rock hard dick out of my PJs and aim at the shower! Finally, I managed to stop the flow, and was still REALLY FULL! Like, it hadn't even really taken the edge off! It took me several attempts to get the water to the right temperature because I kept recoiling and grabbing myself furiously! I finally climbed in the shower and began masturbating furiously! I was so hot! I came and came and came within just a few strokes and then there was nothing I could do to stop the dam from bursting! I pissed boiling hot, very yellow, strong smelling morning pee for what felt like several minutes! I actually reached out of the shower to open the window due to the smell now that the moment was over and I just wanted to get myself clean. While the desperation was brief and I only managed to get a few strokes in before I came, it was some of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced! I don't have any idea how I slept through the night with that much boiling hot piss in me! I plan on adding additional stories as comments to this post whenever I'm ready to share them and I'm not super tired like I am right now. Good night and sweet dreams everyone!
  19. Hi. As I have a weak bladder (OAB) , this situation (see the title) is very often (at least several days). Girls, how often do you start peeing just before the toilet? Where is your stream directed (into the lavatory pan, floor, pulled down panties...) ?
  20. So, I had a genuine accident yesterday and another not too long ago. Im very new to having true accidents. Before the last month I can recall two other times (once at 9 years old and another at 17) where spurts of urine came out while laughing. Anyway, my accident yesterday was induced by me jumping doing a tiktok trend (a pretty large spurt had occurred). While I was jumping, RIGHT before I felt a pressure in my urethra (honestly didn’t think too much of it until I peed). I know a couple of other times while laughing I felt that urge come on and quickly made myself stop laughing bc I thought I was going to pee my pants. I’m grateful for that because it saved me a lot of embarrassment- but yesterdays accident happened so fast and the amount of urine I peed surprised me- it wasn’t just a leak. I’m starting to think I may have a mild case of stress incontinence, but I don’t know. is the pressure in my urethra an actual sign I might pee my pants? For those who have peed their pants on accident, what are your signs it might happen? I added some pictures to show how much I peed with one spurt. Would you even call the that spurt alone an accident? (Just a question- I did have another spurt before a peeing stream happened as I was running to the bathroom)
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    This is a game that girls have to hold pee for a while. 5 cameras (and 1 hidden camera) record their posture and faces during holding it. After a timer ringing, girls feel relieved but there is another timer that start to count down. They are forced to hold pee again with reluctance and talk about piss. Please enjoy fetishism of the putting up with pee!
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    A woman holding her crotch and holding her urine from the beginning. She becomes incontinent during self-introduction.
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    She is a really cute lady. She is shy, and then she has a plump body. The story is about a model on a photo shoot who pees herself because she can't say she needs to go to the bathroom. I told them I needed a break, but they wouldn't give me one...finally. It is a really good incontinence that really conveys impatience and shame.
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  24. Embarrassed but turned on… Last night I made love to my husband. I reached orgasm uncharacteristically quickly, already after 5 or 10 minutes. So I thought I might go for seconds 😉 A while later, we had switched to doggy style, my husband was getting closer to his O and going faster and faster, and I had my second and very intense orgasm. When I did, I lost my bladder. I had peed before going to bed so there wasn’t much in there, but I had no control at all. I accidentally peed myself like a little girl *blush*
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