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  1. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2015

    Request by other guy I totally had a nasty diaper blow-out as I sat down to draw Violet. The smell was great, but I couldn't let that get in the way, I still had a job to do. Since you took the time to put this request in my request thread, the least I could do was draw it. So while drinking lemonade, the idea came to me to draw the young Violet drinking her juice, and then making her own lemonade in her diaper. Also it just occurred to me that most of the characters I defile with my art, seem to either be enjoying their mess or straining to push it out. Most peoples’ diaper art seem to prefer desperation rather than purposeful use. Hmmm, I guess I’ve always preferred it more when somebody does the filthy act of defecating like an animal in the wild, as opposed to just losing control of one’s own bladder, or bowels. But I do like the desperate face expressions, so maybe I’ll try it out sometime.
  2. PeerPressure

    female Not Making a Pit Stop

    Heyy all!! This one is fresh from yesterday afternoon!! So I love being active and, lately, have been really into the idea of doing a triathlon, leading me to dust off my bicycle and give it some exercise. It has been really hot and humid lately, leading me to drink a lot of water before I go out. As I'm sure you're all very well aware, what goes in must come out Yesterday, I got off of work a little early and hurried home, debating whether to settle for a running or biking day. By the time I parked my car, I'd decided on two-wheeling it for the day. I gave myself about an hour to unwind after work and stock up on fluids, which I, admittedly, may have overdone. Meanwhile, I changed into a bright pink tank top and black shorts. By the turn of the clock, I had loaded my bike onto my car and was ready to go! I cruised over to a nice, paved trail about 20 minutes from my home, entirely neglecting to relieve myself before setting off. When I pulled into the parking space and began unloading my bike, my bladder was already making itself known, but I intentionally disregarded it. I hadn't had a good, daring pee since I was caught a few months ago and, as embarrassing as that was, I was craving the thrill again. Plus, I figured, I could find a nice water-deprived bush off the trail and hydrate it if things got really bad. It's not uncommon to see guys and, occasionally, other girls coming back onto the trail from the woods, presumably having done exactly that. With that looming in the back of my mind, I set off! A few miles in, it was starting to get bad. I could no longer push the urge to pee into the back of my mind. I was just riding past an area where the trail meets a stream with a pretty waterfall--a popular location for trail walkers and families, however, so I needed to hold it until I was clear of all the people. Every drop that cascaded down the waterfall teased my bladder, which threatened to release a similar cascade from my crotch. I bit my lip and pressed on, occasionally trying to discreetly press my hand between my legs--as if that ever helped. As I zipped past the people, happily laughing and taking photos, blissfully oblivious of the woman urging her bladder not to burst, I considered my options. Obviously, the bushes were a relatively safe bet...but I didn't want safe--not today. I could get off my bike, pull my shorts and panties to the side, and soak the pavement. Perhaps a little too risky. I wasn't keen on giving any passersby a free show of my lady bits. Why not just pee while I ride? Forget the pit stop altogether! With that thought, I flashed a devilish grin, which was quickly washed away by the waves of urine sloshing around in my abdomen. At last, I found a spot of the trail where the laughs and yells of others were out of earshot. I looked forward and backward, each twist an act of torture--threatening to prematurely force open the floodgates. Nobody's in sight. Now or never. As I caught a slight decline, I stopped pedaling, scooted slightly forward on the bike seat, and relaxed my muscles. Perhaps facilitated by my sitting position, the first spurts of pee discharged far more quickly and easily than I anticipated. Within seconds, my panties, unable to handle the rush of fluid, which overflowed and dampened my shorts. A creeping darkness overtook my groin and pee warmly gushed all over my butt and my legs, leaving the bicycle seat a gleaming black, and pattering to the ground, leaving a trail of drops. I let out a moan of relief as I coasted, leaking all over myself and my bike. It was a surreal sensation--the world rushing by as the contents of my bladder rushed downward. This sensation began to fade, however, as I hit the bottom of the decline and began losing momentum. Preoccupied by the urine spouting out of my urethra, I put my feet out, catching myself and standing over my bike. There, I stood, ferociously gushing from my nether region. The wind began blowing, a coolness overtaking me as it collided with my sweat and my newly-wet legs. Some of the fluid rushed down into my socks, which thirstily licked it up, diverting it into my shoes. The rest cascaded straight down, hitting the frame of my bike or tumbling straight to an ever-growing puddle below. Cautiously, I continued darting glances in both directions to ensure nobody was coming. The coast was clear. At last, however, as all good things do, the final few spurts came to a sputtering end, and I stood there, soaked from the waist down, in a puddle of my own pee, gently gripping my similarly-wet bicycle by the handles. Eagerly, I observed the damage with a smile. A splash of pee formed a small, trickling stream from the puddle beneath my gleaming legs. My shorts were soaked, clinging hungrily to my skin. The bicycle seat was drenched and the frame dripped seductively. Now beaming, I mounted my bike and set off again, adrenaline shooting through my body, giving my ride new life. By the time I made it back to my car, only my panties were slightly damp, but my spirit was not! ...And my bladder was full again. I had parked on the edge of the lot, next to the woods, away from most of the other cars. There were a few people chatting on the other side. I grabbed the towel I keep in my trunk and laid it on my seat in order to avoid getting pee all over it. Then, I made my way to the passenger side of the car, stood where my lower half was obscured, and peed myself again, laughing as I watered the grass, nobody else aware of the 24-year-old woman peeing down her legs like a little girl. Upon finishing, I shook my legs as dry as I could, climbed into my car, and made my way back home.
  3. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2015

    I’m sorry for those of you who wanted me to draw Coraline this year… :( I know how hard you had your hearts and hard-ons set on it, but I had recently watched an episode from the old Beetlejuice cartoon, and I decided that placing her in a fat diaper was necessary for all of us, to hold us over this Halloween. I wonder if the remake of Beetlejuice is ever coming out. Anyways this is Lydia from the animated series, Winona Ryder's character. And since I am attracted to cute gothic chicks as well, putting her in a poopy diaper seemed like the natural thing to do, right?.....No?...then we see things differently. Please continue making FREE requests on my forum thread at: https://omorashi.org...for-overflo207/ (Unless you are absolutely out of ideas, or if you're ideas aren't that good, Thanx)
  4. The title pretty much says it all! Ladies, where's the most exciting place you've ever peed (or fantasized of peeing), and guys, where's your favorite place for a girl to pee?
  5. Heyyy everyone!! This one's a bit less adventurous than usual, but I didn't want to leave you all out of the fun! Sooo, confession time: Last night, I had a really sexy pee dream that left me feeling particularly excited "down there" when I woke up... It was a pretty crummy day outside, so instead of going out and doing anything, I decided to make today a home day and, because I was feeling so tantalized, figured I could work on developing my pee abilities and have some personal time! For those of you who are into (ridiculous) fantasy writing, I'll describe my dream first (or at least the coherent and relevant parts). If that's not your thing, go ahead and skip down to paragraph 7!! So it began as a crowded concert at a beach. The sun was dipping into the sea at the horizon, a vibrant red/orange gleaming off of the waves behind the stage as a groovy riff rose from the instruments. A handful of my friends and I were really into the music, dancing and flinging our bodies about without a care in the world. Just as I was happily twirling my summer dress in the cool evening breeze, my friend Alyssa turned to me and cheesily said, "Gotta pee, BRB!" and disappeared seemingly-aimlessly into the crowd. With the insight only one immersed in a dream could possibly have, I instinctively knew she was going in the wrong direction to find the restroom (even though I had no idea where they really were). I ran after her to give her a heads up, but was unable to catch a glimpse of her in the throng of fellow music enthusiasts. Meanwhile, the air shook with the pulsating notes arising from the nimble fingers of the bassist. The mellow mood of the evening suddenly shifted to unease in my mind. What if I can't find her and she doesn't find the restroom? Somehow, these thoughts gradually contorted into, What if I can't find the restroom? and I suddenly felt the urge to relieve myself. I wrestled through the sticky, sweaty, crowd, the pulsating notes resonating inside my bladder. Desperation was knocking, threatening to bust down the door to my urethra. I quickly looked down to ensure I wasn't leaking in my...jeans? (I had been wearing a dress before, but that didn't occur to me until after I woke up). Hallelujah. Still dry. I plunged my hand into my groin and continued to struggle through the crowd, now genuinely fearful I was going to wet myself in front of all these strangers. Just in the nick of time, however, I looked up and saw an abnormally large sign looming overhead, indicating the location of the women's room. With one hand pressing into my lady bits, I used my free hand to force people out of my way, some of them protesting at my blatant rudeness. Finally, I burst from the edge of the crowd and hobbled toward the restroom, hunched over in desperation. Hurriedly, I ran into the door. It didn't budge. I fell to the ground, curled up, nearly crying because I had to pee so badly. With one hand, I was clutching my nether region, with the other, my face. Between the shadows of my fingers, I saw the door suddenly open and some feet approach. I looked up through misty eyes and saw a man with dark hair looking down at me. "Sorry miss," he said with a strange accent, gesturing behind me, "Toilets 're closed. Yew'v gotta yewz the sand." I rolled over and saw several other women doing exactly that--but rather strangely. They were lining the edge of the beachfront, where the sand faded into sidewalk, none of them making any attempts to conceal themselves from the dancing crowd. One blonde girl in her mid-20's had pulled her pink shorts down to her knees, squatted and was urinating vigorously all over her own bare feet, splattering violently and darkening the sand beneath her. Another, with auburn hair, was probably in her early 30's. She had a dress, which she left in place as she stood to pee, the liquid trickling down and pooling between her legs. I could tell there were others, who were squatting like the first, but I couldn't make out their features because they were facing away from me, ardently making their own puddles. Nobody seemed to think this out of the ordinary and kept about their business as these women openly released the contents of their bladders. What will my friends think if I do that?! I thought in despair, despite the apparent social acceptability, suddenly remembering my friends for the first time since the start of the dream. I rose to my knees and turned back around to the restroom. This time, a second door that I hadn't seen before had materialized. It was the men's room. I bolted to my feet, the sudden movement miraculously not stressing my bladder at all apparently, and made a mad dash for the door. This one gave way and I entered a very large restroom--far too large for the building I had just entered. Not concerned by the logical bounds of physics, I darted my eyes around and took in my surroundings. On the left, stood a massive row of urinals--probably 30 in total--no privacy screens between them. In the very back of room, there were a handful of stalls, fashioned from strangely elegant wood. To the right, a line of sinks that mirrored the urinals. There were quite a few men around, probably 20-40 in total. Some were relieving themselves into the urinals, penises easily visible, some were washing their hands, and some were dancing to the music. Nobody seemed particularly off-put by my presence in the men's room, nor did the ones at the urinals take offense at my attention to their actively-leaking hardware. Then, I noticed a handful of other guys immediately to my left, who were talking to some women, lined up along the wall next to the door I just entered. Nobody seemed irked by their presence either. One of the ladies proudly boasted, "Look what I can do!" and promptly completed an, admittedly, awe-inspiring (physics defying) back flip. The guys were all very impressed...and not at all phased by the strange nature of women showing off back flips in the men's room. I noted that one of the guys--muscular, with dark hair, brown eyes, and some stubble--was particularly cute. I wasn't about to be one-upped by this girl in front of him, so I cried out, "Oh yeah?! Watch this!" They, including the handsome one, all turned to look at me, presumably expecting some sort of gymnastic feat. Instead, I darted for the nearest urinal, which was currently being used, and pushed the guy out of the way, disrupting the grip on his manhood, causing a splatter of pee before he resumed his business at the next urinal. Then, I unzipped the front of my jeans (I hadn't changed my clothes this time!) somehow maneuvered my clothing so my urethra wasn't occluded (which was honestly probably a more impressive feat than the black flip), and began to pee--through the fly! I sighed with relief and glowed with pride as I looked down, seeing nothing but a urinal between my legs and a jet of urine splattering flawlessly into the porcelain, shooting from between the teeth of my zipper (I didn't even unbutton!). It felt surreal to stand there, peeing just like a guy, but even less exposed, in the middle of the men's room, with a rather attractive audience . Pee continued to pour out perfectly, and I glanced to the side, where I could make out pink protrusions from the guys' pants, gripped gently between their fingers, sprinkling urine into their respective urinals. I wish I'd had the perspicacity to ask them if they wanted to compare sizes . Some of them seemed very startled, others didn't seem to notice (ya know, this kind of thing happens every day, right?!) After several moments of urine tinkling into the basin below, my stream finally came to a spurting end, which, conveniently enough, did not require any wiping, shaking, or drying at all. "Thank you, boys," I said condescendingly with a little curtsy as I zipped up my jeans and turned to face the guy I was trying to impress. Judging from the bulge in his pants, it had worked! As I smugly approached him, he said, "That was nothing," and unzipped his own jeans. I was growing very excited. Things below were tingling very nicely and the room seemed to heat up. He backed up against the sinks and pulled out his long, rigid, penis. I gasped a little and halted in my walk, gently touching my hand to the front of my pants. Then, fully erect, he shot a spurt of pee from the sink and managed to land it in the urinal against the opposite wall (I did warn you this dream was absolutely ridiculous). Urine sprayed majestically from his rigid jewel below and he shot a proud grin at me. I approached cautiously. "May I?" I asked, my eyes darting from his smile to the toy below his belt. He nodded and I gripped it tenderly. The skin was soft, but it felt firm as iron beneath. I could feel the pee coursing through the plumbing within. I was filled with so much excitement, I thought I might explode. I pried my eyes away and looked at the target on the other wall. He was still hitting the urinal, spot-on. With a sly smile, I jerked his penis to the side, sending urine cascading all over the bathroom. I giggled childishly and flicked it around again. Before long, I was waving it all over the place, shooting just about anything I could aim at. It was euphoric! I was filled with such awe...I can hit anything! That is, until my alarm blared and I was aroused to reality with a start (I swear, it's like the alarm sets itself to interrupt the best parts of my favorite dreams! ). Speaking of aroused, however, my panties were soaked--and not with urine. My heart was pounding and I felt like I was on fire. Still dazed and absolutely enraptured by the dream, I climbed out of bed, crossed my room with my legs awkwardly spread in a futile attempt to avoid smearing the juices any more, and bitterly hit my alarm. I made my way to the toilet, where I relieved a very full bladder and cleaned up (and, you guessed it, played a fair bit...which was really unavoidable anyway, given how alive things were down there ). I glanced out the window and noted how dismal the day was--gray and drizzly. I decided then; I didn't want to go anywhere...besides, I had more important things to do. My mind kept flicking back to the end of the dream: The freedom of peeing through a little slit in my pants without spilling a drop...but even more pressingly, the liberation of having a penis. I mean, sure, I didn't actually possess one in my dream, but I got a taste of what it must be like for the male populace by flicking around that one guy's hardware (emphasis on the hard ). Disappointed, I resigned myself to only ever using a penis in my fantasies, but I figured I could make the most of the plumbing I've got (or haven't got)! Today, I would commit myself to cleanly peeing with my pants up, just as well as any guy! I started off with several full glasses of water, and thus the wait began. I grabbed some dirty jeans out of the laundry and threw on a ratty t-shirt, maybe not sexy, but sensible attire for the task at hand. I forewent panties, figuring I needed to leave the trajectory as open as possible. As I waited for my bladder to fill, I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and plotted my strategy. I stood in front of my toilet, spread my legs, and unzipped the fly. This is never going to work. I couldn't see anything but the front of my jeans (duh). I fidgeted with the denim, trying to make just enough of my vulva protrude to give my urethra a clean shot...it clearly wasn't going to happen like this. I probably wrestled with it for a full 5 minutes, trying to find some sort of angle with which I could leave my pants fully up, but get my lady bits semi-exposed. Finally, I resigned my dream to being exactly that: A dream, but I wasn't about to give up entirely. I pulled my jeans about halfway down my butt. The waistband hugged my cheeks tightly, but I wasn't entirely flashing the audience (which, thankfully, was just my toilet and the bathroom wall for now). I pushed down the flaps of my unzipped and unbutton pants, exposing my pubic mound to the toilet lid. I thrust my hips awkwardly forward and leaned awkwardly backward. It's a long shot...but it's worth a try. I pulled my jeans back up, fastened them, took another swig of water, and awaited my bladder. After about an hour, my kidneys were dumping freshly-processed urine into my bladder at a very noticeable rate. I grinned to myself and made my way back to the toilet. I removed my socks, kicked them over to the bathroom door, and threw a towel onto the floor in front of the toilet. Stepping before the porcelain throne, I pulled my jeans about halfway down my butt again and assumed the aforementioned stance, my hips jutting out, my upper body leaning back. I stepped so I was essentially straddling the toilet, but still standing. I messed with the front of my jeans a little, trying to clear the way for my pee stream before I noticed a significant oversight. In restitution, I bent over, lifted the toilet seat, saying, "For the ladies," and let out what was probably a particularly girly giggle. I re-assumed my position and prepared myself for trial 1. I had incredibly poor line-of-sight for the action, but by the way it felt, I knew I was going to shoot pee all over the front of my pants. Mildly frustrated, I pressed firmly against the crotch of my jeans, attempting to push it between my legs. It didn't feel like these efforts cleared much more of the "runway", but "liftoff" was about to proceed anyhow. Worst case, I pee all over myself, the toilet, and the floor and try it again in a few minutes...and that's, more or less, what happened. With a little pressure, a moderate stream of urine found its way out of my urethra...straight onto the front of my jeans. I heard the mellow patter of fluid hitting fabric and felt the familiar warmth of pee gushing all over my hand. I cursed quietly and attempted to reposition, but with little avail. The flood continued to enthusiastically pour from my crotch, rapidly darkening my jeans. I released the front of my pants and attempted to fidget with my labia, hoping I could figure out a way to aim. The results were exactly what you're probably expecting: More pee torrented all over my hands and splattered clumsily into my jeans. Enough had soaked in that I began hearing the soft tinkle of what managed to weave its way out of the fabric and drop into the basin below. Warmth steadily seeped through my attire, sticking to my legs as the dampness descended. I shivered suddenly with a chill, adding even more misfortune to the chaos below. Thus, I stood, soaking my pants until the last few spurts...thwap, thwap...thudded against the fabric of my clothing. The amusement of having flooded my pants and spattered my bathroom quickly overcame the frustration of a failed attempt and I laughed to myself. I peeled my jeans off of my skin and chucked them into the bathtub. I grabbed another towel, dried myself off, and, likewise, threw that into the tub. Bottomless, I washed my hands and made my way to the kitchen (awkwardly dodging around the house to close the blinds I'd forgotten to shut earlier). As I waited for my bladder to gear up for round 2, I made myself a quick breakfast. As such, the day carried on for several hours, each attempt as doomed as the first. Finally, at the end, I simply pulled the pants all the way down to my ankles and had mild success peeing into the toilet from a standing position, but still managed to spray pee all over the place. All in all, it was an incredibly fun, albeit somewhat unsatisfying day! I guess this'll just intensify the penis envy until I can figure out a way to maximize the equipment I've been given
  6. Heyyy everyone!! It has been a little while since my last story, so here's a new one!! This one is super long because there was so much I was able to do! If you want to skip straight to the action, it's pretty packed from paragraph 3 on! There's an abandoned building near where I live that has been sitting, vacant, for quite some time. I've never paid much heed to it and don't even know what it originally was, but an article in the paper caught my eye in passing this past Tuesday. It has been scheduled for demolition in the near future. I've been dying for another pee adventure lately, so a lifelong dream immediately came to mind: If it's abandoned and scheduled for demolition, nobody will care if someone...perhaps...makes a bit of a mess around the place . At that moment, I knew I had plans for this weekend! Agonizingly, I waiting for today (Saturday) to come. Finally! A little earlier than most Saturdays, my alarm awakened me with a start. I leaped out of bed and started downing water right off the bat. I ate a good breakfast, threw on some ratty clothes and cheap flip-flops, and waited for 11AM: The time I set to start my adventure. I drank enough water throughout the morning that I was making a trip to the bathroom every 45 minutes or so. Finally, 11:00 rolled around and, skipping the bathroom before heading out, I threw a backpack with a change of clothes and 4 water bottles into my car (I meant business today), and sped off. Within 10 minutes, I pulled into a parking space down the street from the abandoned building. It stood there, as it had for years, completely still and silent. The only difference now is that it was surrounded by caution tape. Ducking under the tape, I cautiously approached. The urge to urinate was already beginning to form, but I wanted to ensure there were no other explorers before I started having my fun. Nobody else seemed to be traipsing around outside, so I tried the exterior doors--all locked. No worries, I thought, eying a busted window as the urge to pee loomed in my mind. I slid in through the window, taking care to avoid cutting myself on any jutting glass, and quietly stepped onto the cold tile floor, ensuring not to step on any glass shards. I was in a small office-like room, adequately lit by large windows on all sides. A small doorway led into what was presumably a hallway. A little burst of adrenaline surged through me, sending my heart pounding and teasing my bladder. I carefully explored every room, making sure I didn't have any company. It was totally vacant. I was getting really excited now! I glanced at my watch. 20 minutes had passed since I pulled up, and I was really feeling it, though I wasn't quite to the point of desperation just yet. I retrieved one of the bottles from my bag and took a swig. Anything more would've been painful. I returned to the hallway, which was dim, despite being midday, but I could still see well enough to navigate, which was good because I totally lacked the foresight to bring a flashlight. Where to go first? I'm not accustomed to being able to pee anywhere I want in a building that's not my apartment. I scanned the hall and my eyes rested on an obvious first choice. Let's make a mess of the men's room first, I mischievously thought. I set my backpack down against the wall and pushed open the door, which creaked loudly and slammed shut behind me, echoing through the empty hall. The men's room was well-lit, thanks to a frosted window on the far wall. I jittered with excitement as I looked at my options. There were two sinks, two urinals, and a stall. I pondered for a few moments as the desperation built. I was getting to the point of being fidgety. I gazed longingly at the urinals, but decided to exercise some patience and save them for later. First off, why not wet myself? I've always appreciated the irony of a good bathroom wetting, and now I'd be doing it in the men's room! I moved to the middle of the floor, turned to face the mirror behind the sinks, and grinned cheesily at myself. The left half of the mirror was shattered, but some still remained on the right, so I shifted over to where I could see myself clearly, then backed up to the point that I could see my crotch. I danced a little, up and down, grabbed myself for good measure, and then succumbed to the pressure. There was a brief pause, where everything seemed perfectly still. Then, I felt a spray of urine abruptly douse my panties. I cracked a smile as I felt warmth pour into my pants, drenching my lady bits and butt. I looked up at the mirror and saw a wet patch forming between the legs of my jeans, running down my thighs in little streaks. I could hear a little hiss and let out a half-sigh, half-laugh as fluid cascaded down my legs. From the view in the mirror, I admired the flood that was swiftly conquering my pants, right in front of two urinals. Urine began pouring out of each pant leg, leaving my feet and flip-flops gleaming in the light. It was exhilarating! While I was still peeing, I turned around, my flip-flops splashing quietly in the puddle that was forming beneath me. I turned to look at my butt, which was also glistening with flowing moisture. I briefly wished I could stand there making a mess all over the men's room floor forever, but then I remembered I had other places to pee afterward! Finally, the stream came to a trickling end. I was so hydrated, however, that every few seconds, I could shoot off another spurt of pee into my jeans. I giggled and looked around at the mess I made. I was completely soaked from the waist down, my jeans now considerably darker than when I started. There was a giant puddle in the middle of the floor, slowly trickling toward the floor drain. The novelty hadn't worn off yet, so I didn't want to leave the men's room. Finally, however, I surrendered and went back out to the hallway, where I could grab some water. In the hallway, as I finished off the bottle, penis envy hit me like crazy. What I would give to be able to whip out a penis and walk down the hall, showering the walls in pee! I thought, jealously. As I was wandering down that trail of thought, it occurred to me: We ladies would have it so much easier if we could relieve ourselves without removing our pants and without making a mess, just like guys. With virtually unlimited freedom, I figured I could give it a shot! I wandered the building, still soaked in my own pee, while I continued to drink and wait for the urge to build back up. In about 15 minutes, I was nearly dancing around again. I dashed back into the men's room, this time to a urinal! I splashed through the puddle I left before and made my way to the taller one, which wasn't far below my lady bits. I shivered with excitement (and admittedly some cold, since my pee-saturated pants had long since cooled off by then), and goosebumps raised on my arms. Unlike my last urinal encounter, it didn't matter how much of a mess I made--I was already a disaster! I undid my jeans and pondered how I wanted to do this. I was determined to pee through the fly in the name of some deluded concept of gender-urine-equality...or something . I pulled off my jeans long enough to remove my panties and relish in being naked from the waist-down in the men's room. I set my panties down, draping them over the sink, and put my jeans back on. If I can make this work, I'm going commando everywhere for the rest of my life, I grinned to myself as I tried to orient myself over the urinal. There's no way this will work, I thought, laughing at the ridiculous stance I had assumed. I had my legs stretched far apart with my hips thrust as far forward as I could. I was pressing my jeans against myself as hard as reasonably possible, with my vulva peeking out from the undone zipper and button, my labia held open with my free fingers. "Here goes," I muttered, and began to relieve myself. Initially, I was a little shocked! The first stream of urine shot out cleanly and straight into the urinal! I let out a quiet cheer, which proved to be very premature. Within seconds, pee shot off to the side and, really, everywhere. I felt the familiar warmth dripping down my pants and I wrestled with my urethra and the surrounding hardware--or lack thereof. My hands quickly became drenched in the effort, and the legs of my jeans were darkened anew. Pee splattered all over the front of the urinal, off to the side, into my pants, and on occasion, actually into it. This whole endeavor was leaving me more excited than I could've imagined. I thought I was going to orgasm right there, with my vagina hanging over a men's urinal! When the contents of my bladder came to a trickling end, I noticed I was trembling, the room felt like a furnace, and I had faint residue of sweat forming on my goosebump-covered skin. I closed my eyes and stood there for a good while, simply taking in the ethereal pleasure with the front of my jeans gaping wide open. My whole body was tingling with excitement and I had chills. I'm not entirely certain how long I stood there, trembling, drenched in pee, my pants wide open, in front of the urinal, but it felt almost as though I was going to fall asleep. After a brief eternity, I shook myself back to sense. I felt weirdly worn-out, but I wanted more--I needed more. I stayed there for hours chugging my water and peeing wherever my heart desired. It was amazing! After I thoroughly trashed the men's room (and of course, tried the urinal several more times), I peed all over the floor of the office I entered though, and even managed to pee a splotch against a wall with moderate success! Finally, it was nearing 3:00PM and I had consumed the last of my water. For today's final hoorah, I waited until I had to pee pretty badly, then stripped totally naked (in the men's room, of course) except for my flip-flops. I briefly looked into the mirror and appreciated the female anatomy that had conquered the gent's bathroom for the day. Then, I started peeing, watched it gush from the folds of my labia, and ran for the door, pee streaming all the way. Urine streaked down my legs and pattered to the floor as I streaked out of the men's room and down the hall. It was incredibly liberating and absolutely thrilling! I felt like a ridiculous child, but reveled in my nakedness and the trail of pee I was leaving all over the building, giggling with joy all the way. I must've looked 100% ridiculous. A grown woman, entirely nude, running around peeing, while giggling like a little girl. Sadly, it came to a dribbly end, at last. I went back to my backpack, oogling the mess I'd made over the course of the afternoon, grabbed my fresh clothes, and replaced them with my soaked jeans and panties. I wanted to enjoy being naked a little longer, so I refrained from getting dressed until I made it back to the window I climbed into. I popped a squat and peed one last spurt for good measure, before drying myself with my shirt, and then putting on my clean clothes. I climbed back out the window and drove home, tingling with excitement all the way. I turned on the shower and proceeded to masturbate like I never have before! I hope you all got at least half the pleasure out of this that I did!!!
  7. lightman

    The Little Thief

    hi, I want to say right now that I am not the one who wrote this. a few days ago, a friend of mine helped me big time by finishing one of my chapters. as a thank you, they asked that i post one of there new stories on Omorashi. they tried to post here before but didn't really like it. anyway, This story is based on an RP called The Little Thief. on dailydiapers.com Full credit to the original story/RP belongs to cute little kokiri girl and Diaper_teen66. story writing credit goes to PinkTheDinosaur The Little Thief chapter one: a little Thief. It was a cold and dark night in the of Fox-Heart. It was 12:30 Am as the dark blue Ford drove down the street with its lights off. The only lights on this street were from the glow of halloween decoration. “Okay Alice, you know what to do right?” Joe asked as he pulled to a stop right out front of one of the houses. “Just get in and unlock the front door. Then search the house for any valuables.” Joe was an average sized man with a balding head. He was in his mid 40’s and had a bad attitude. Just give him a cheap suit and a cigar and he would look just like a used car salesman. “If you find anything heavy, give me a call and well grab it last.” Joe said before he gave the little girl next to him the stink eye. “And remember, don't fuck this up.” This was a routine Alice was familiar with. Joe always gave the same speech and it always ended with Joe telling Alice that if she got caught to pretend she did this alone. Because if Alice told anyone about Joe, he would find her, and make her life a living hell. “T-this is not my first time Joe.” Alice stuttered to Joe. “a-and besides, t-the old bats on v-vacation. How could i f-f-fuck this up?” Before Joe could answer however, Alice grabbed her black bag and jumped out of the car. Alice was 4 feet tall with shoulder length blonde hair tied up into a bun. She was wearing an all-black outfit with a black hat to cover her hair. “Ok joe, i'll call when im done or if i find something.” Alice told Joe “Whatever, just don't fuck this up you little freak.” Joe told her. “This is a big job.” As Joe drove away, Alice flipped him off. ‘Well fuck you to.” Alice whispered to herself. ‘God i hate working with him.’ Alice took a deep breath of the cold air and relaxed a moment before she went to work. She had been scoping out this two story house for the last month. Only one person lived here, a women in her late 30’s, early 40’s. From watching her, Alice learned that the women was going on a 8 day vacation to mexico and left earlier today to the airport. Alice ran to the fence leading to the back yard and saw the lock on the fence. Not like it mattered to Alice as she moved a loose board to reveal a small hole in the fence. This was one of the few perks of being small as she slipped thru the hole with ease. Once she was in the backyard, Alice went up to the glass backdoor. She pulled out her glass cutter and a hole near the handle. Despite her hight, she was able to get the door open with ease. ‘Ok, first unlock the door for a fast getaway and check upstairs first.’ Alice told herself. She quickly unlocked the door and hurried upstairs. Once she was up there she noticed a few doors. She went to the first one and saw that it was just a bathroom. Not what she was looking for. The next was a door that had unicorns on it and a name plack saying Nina. curious, Alice takes a peek into the dark room. While she couldn't see anything inside, Alice could tell it was a kids room and she doughtid anything of value would be in there. The final room at the end of the hall however was just the room Alice was looking for. The woman's bedroom. After flipping on the lights, Alice went to work filling her bag. Unbeknownst to her however, a car pulled up the the house and a older looking woman got out, it was the owner of the house Madeline Tendet. Madeline’s flight to mexico was canceled not once, but twice, and the older women decided she didn't feel like waiting another few hours at the airport for another plain and decided just to cancel her vacation. She can just have a nice staycation she thought. Just stay home and relax. As she went to the door and put the keys in, Madeline was tired and didn't releases the door was already unlocked and slipped inside without making much of a sound. “I'll just get my stuff out of the car tomorrow. Right now i just want to go to sleep.” Madeline told herself as she made her way up the stars. But when she got upstares she noticed her bedroom light was still on. Did she forget to turn them off when she left? Madeline though when she heard something from inside. Someone was in the house! Madeline reached into her bag and pulled out a can of mace and slowly made her way to the bedroom. Alice had already took all the jewelry, some money, and anything else that looked of value. She was standing right next to a nightstand and was looking at a picture of the women she was stealing from holding a little girl in her arms. Alice could feel the knots in her stomach return. She hated doing this. She didn't want to do this, but Alice had to push those thoughts away. Joe will be expecting her soon. Alice grabbed the picture and set it face down so she didn't have to look at it before grabbing a little statue beside the picture. As she picked it up, she relised it was a little heavier than she thought and accidentally dropped it on her foot! “OW! MOTHER FUCKER!” Alice screamed as she dropped her bag and began jumping on one foot while holding her hurt one. Behind Alice, in the doorway, Madeline watched the little girl jump up and down. Madeline was shocked. She was expecting a full grown adult to be robbing her, not a little girl. From the looks of it, Madeline could see Alice was unarmed so she put her mace away and walked into the room and stood behind the little thief. “Well well well now who are you sweetie?” Madeline asked and startled the little thief as Alice let out a quick sreek and spun around. “O-ow shit…” Alice said as she looked up to the owner of the house standing over her. The Little Thief chapter Two: A pain in the bottom Alice’s little heart was beating in her chest like a jackhammer as she looked upon the owner of the house ‘OH FUCK!’ Alice’s head screamed. ‘She shouldn't be here! She should be on a plain to Mexico right now, how is that old bitch here!’ “Well? Just what do you think you’re doing young lady.” Madeline asked calmly as she kept her eyes on the “Little Thief” in her room. Alice, on the other hand, was shaking slightly. Her eyes darted around the room for a way out. The older woman was blocking her path to the door and there was a bed to her left. Beside the bed was a window that she might be able to use, but she doubted. Even if Alice could get to the closed window, the old lady would grab her before she got it open. And Alice knew there was no way her body could smash the glass either. “YOUNG LADY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Madeline asked again, but this time using her mom voice. it had been quite a while since she used it, but it did make the little girl jump a little bit. Alice was the most sacred than in all her life as a thief. this had never happened before, sure she had some close calls early on, but nothing like this. “W-what are y-you doing sniff here?” Alice asked trying to sound brave but failed. hard. Being caught really through her off her feet and the shock in Alice’s voice made her sound even younger than she already looked. . “Well,” started Madeline. “I live here, but I am asking you, what are you doing here?” “W-well y-you see um DISTRACTION!” Alice yelled out before tossing her bag at the older woman before running to the door. “HAY HOLD IT YOUNG LADY!” Madeline yelled as she caught the bag in one swift motion before she tossed it on the bed before she spun around to grab the little girl’s arm with ease. “H-HAY LET ME GO YOU FUCKING OLD BITCH!” Alice yelled out as she struggled to get free from the older woman’s grip. Madeline on the other hand easily dragged Alice back into the bedroom over to her queen bed then after sitting down on it she then pulled the little crock over her lap with just as much ease. “H-HAY WHAT THE FUCK A-ARE YOU D-D-DOING!?” Alice yelled out as she went over the older woman’s lap every second looking more like a little kid then a grown up. “Now are you going to tell me why you are here young lady?” Madeline asked as she held one of Alice’s arms behind her back. “F-F-FUCK YOU I DON’T HAVE T-TELL YOU SH,” Alice yelled out but was immediately replaced as the old woman slapped her little bottom. “OWWWWWWWW!!!!” Alice started to kick her feet madly just to try to get free from the older woman's grasp. “HAY W-WHAT THE HELL! OW! ST-OW-STOP YOU CAN’T D, OWWWW! DO THIS TO ME!” Alice yelled out as the older woman started to give the little intruder a spanking. Even with Alice wearing black jeans she could still feel the strong slaps to her little bottom, Alice felt humiliated not just at being caught but getting a spanking at eighteen years old! “L-LET ME OW! GO N-NOW! Y-YOU CAN’T OW DO THIS! I AM, OWWW! *SNIFF* EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD! OWWWWW!” Alice yelled out as the tears and snot started to run down her face. “Would you rather I call the cops” the older woman stopped and asked. *sniff* “no” Alice sniffled out trying hard to hold back her childlike crying. Madeline then let out a sigh. she hated having to do this but she had too. “Now sweetie, can you please tell me what are you doing here and why are you trying to rob me? And more importantly, you said you are eighteen years old? but you look eight or nine years old. so that only means you have youthlock right?” Madeline asked “F-f-fuck you, you old bitch! I don’t have *sniff* have to tell you shit.” Alice said stubbornly not wanting to give up. But to Alice horror, the older woman grabbed the back Alice black pants and pull them down to her knees! “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU D-DOING!” Alice yelled out, her eyes going wide as her pants went down. But before she could yell more the older woman asked something. “Are you wearing a thong young lady?” the older woman asked as she was surprised to see something like this. Hell, she did not know a thong could be made for someone so little. “Y-yes s-s-s-s-so what! i-it’s not your fucking business!” Alice said her face getting as red as a beat. Madeline was getting really sick of all the cursing, so just like with pants she took down the black thong making the little girl kick and curse. Soon Madeline started a new round of spankings. Alice's eyes went wide as she got her first bare bottom spanking in years! Alice kicked and fought, she was even able to kick off not just her pants and shoes, but her thong too. Alice screamed out every curse she knew, but soon she could no longer fight anymore, she soon she burst out crying. “WAAAAAAAAAA! N-NO MORE PWEASE! N-SOB-N-WAAAAAAAAA-NO PWEASE! I W-W-WILL BE GOOD! SOB I WELL BE GOOD! I SORRWE! WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Alice cried out sounding just like a little kid getting a spanking. Madeline then stopped as she took some breaths and then asked. “Okay little one, are you going to be good?” Madeline asked. “Or do you need another round?” It emphasizes her point, she gave Alice bright red bottom another smack. “Y-WAAAAAAAAA-YES! SOB Y-Y-YES PWEASE NO MORE WAAAAAAAAAAA!” Alice cried out. her little bottom felt like it was on fire! soon Alice was taken off the older woman lap. but before she could beg more, scared of what might happen next. to Alice’s surprise, the older woman pulled her into a close hug and started to rub Alice’s back. “Shhh. it's ok. It's over” the older woman said to calm the still crying child. Knowing there would be no way to get anything out of her while she was crying. Before Alice could ask or say anything, the older woman got up. Alice squeaked like a mouse in surprise before being carried out of the room. “Okay honey, let’s go someplace more comfy.” the older woman said as she carried Alice out of the bedroom. as she did, Alice sniffled, her bottom very sore from the spanking. her eye’s red from crying, her bottom lip quivered a bit, and her throat sore from screaming and crying. Madeline then noticed something odd about the little thief. but decided to wait until they got to their destination to confirm her thoughts. Soon, Alice’s nervous tick kicked in and her thumb was in her mouth. she started to suck it without realizing it. Madeline soon got to Nina’s old room. she took some deep breaths. it had been a while since the accident, and besides doing some cleaning now and again Madeline never went in there. It was just too hard too. But it would still have what she needed for the little one in her arms so, soon after one more deep breath, Madeline walked in turning on a light. After closing the door and she put the little Adult down on the floor and saw to her surprise the little Thief still had hair done there. ‘Weird.’ She thought. ‘How can she still have hair down there? most people with her condition have it permanently removed to stop diaper rash by now.’ As Madeline looked Alice blushed and decided to distract herself by looking around the room. to her shock, it was the kid’s room saw when she was first upstairs, but know with the light on she could see it was more of a nursery than a kid’s room. She looked around at the nursery, as she looked it was not just any nursery it was one of the most beautiful nurseries Alice had ever seen. From the cream-colored walls with little pictures of teddy bears, rocking horses and fairies on it. to the light pink carpet, she was standing on. to the unicorn lamp sitting on a nightstand next to the light green armchair. To Alice, the whole from felt warm and made with love and care. As she looked more at the room, she saw to her surprise a crib in here. but to her shock it was bigger than any crib she had ever seen, it was way bigger than for a baby. “S-someone like me could fit in there and s-s-still has room to spread out,” Alice said out loud to herself, not realizing she had said it. Then Alice saw the changing table and like the crib, it to was big. Then it clicked what was going on and she faced what older woman had said. “N-n-no way I-I am not going t-to be some f-fucking big b-b-baby!” Alice said starting to shiver a bit from a mixture of fear and lack of pants. “Sweetie we will talk about that later, but right now can you take your shirt off for me please?” Madeline asked. She knew something felt off when she was carrying the little girl. “W-WHAT N-NO NO NO NO!” Alice could not believe what she was hearing, how could someone just ask that? What the fuck is wrong with this old bitch. She thought. “Calm down little one, you see when I was carrying you, you were a lot lighter then you should be.” The older woman said calmly but with a look of worry. “I-I d-d-don’t care! you’re a lot bigger than me, of course, I would be lighter!” Alice said holding her tummy knowing that's not what the older woman meant. But she still didn't want anyone to see. “Now little one you can take off your shirt yourself or I can take it off for you but I need to see if I am right,” Madeline said one last time to give the girl a chance. Alice got mad not wanting any more of this, so just flipped her off. “L-l-look, just call the c-c-cops because there is no way I am l-l-l-letting a crazy old bi,” but Alice was cut off as the older woman grabbed Alice’s shirt and pulled it up and off before Alice could do something. To Madeline’s shock and horror she was right. the little girl was all most skin and bones. Thoughts of Nina came to Madeline’s head but she pushed them away, she then got on one knee and looked at the little girl who was now covering her chest and stomach. “When was the last time you had a decent meal? I mean look at you, I can see your rib lines.” Madeline asked. “Th-there are not m-m-my rib lines!” Alice lied with a mixes anger and fear then said. “You see these are my um, womanly curves!” Madeline let out a sigh and shake her head. “I can tell you’re lying and that your starving aren’t you?” Alice could not speak, all she could do was fight back the tears and frustration. “What about your parents? do they know about this? More importantly, do they know where you are right now?” Madeline asked when she saw Alice’s body tense up, her face a tidal wave of anger. “F-FUCK YOU AND FUCK THOSE M-M-MOTHERFUCKS! I-I-I DON’T NEED THEM I-I DON’T WANT THEM I HOLP THEY D-D-DIE!” Alice screamed as she stomped her foot down and balled up her fits. A single line of tears coming from her right eye. Her entire naked body shaking with pure anger. Madeline was almost taken back by hearing this. But at the same time, she knew exactly what it meant. abuse... She immediately grabbed Alice and pulled her close. Alice began throwing punches and kicks. Alice even bit her shoulder, but none were effective as the older women raped her arms around Alice and once again held her. Alice continued to struggle, but anger fueled rage soon subsided. All she could do, was pant as she tried to catch her breath once more. “Now little one, before I get you something to eat and drink let’s get you into something more appropriate for you to ware,” Madeline said before lifting up the girl and took her to the changing table and laid her on it. Alice was shocked when she heard about getting a meal, but before she could say something about it she was already picked up and put on the changing table and a strap placed across her stomach. “Wait w-w-what are you doing?” then it dawned on her. “N-NO NO NO NO! I-I AM NOT WEARING A FUCKING DIAPER! D-DO YOU HEAR ME!” “Sorry about this, but a lot of people with your condition have day and/or nighttime accidents so this is just in case.” Madeline said as she reached under the table and grabbed the supplies she needed. “N-NO FUCK YOU! I *SOB* I DON’T HAVE A *SNIFF* ACCIDENTS.” Alice cries not wanting to be put in yet another diaper. “Hay its okay if you do, my little Nina needed diapers as well,” Madeline said as she got an old but still unopened box of baby wipes out. “W-WELL I DON’T! AND YOU’RE FUCKING NOT PUTTING ME IN ONE!” Alise screamed and kicked with all her might. “Sorry but I don’t want you having an accident on my floor so you’re going in one whether you like it or not,” Madeline said as she tried to stay calm with the little girl. “FU-FUCK YOU! YOU CRAZY BITCH! I AM NOT L-LETTING YOU! H-HAY NO!!!” Alice stopped yelling as the older woman lifted the little thieves lags up and started giving her another spanking. like before, Alice fought, cursed and screamed, but just like before she soon broke down in tears. “WAAAAAAAAAAAAA! N-NO MORE PWEASE! *SOB* N-NO MORE! I *SOB* WAAAAAAAAAAA! I-I’LL BE GOOD! PWEASE NO MORE!” Alice cried out in desperation. “Okay young lady, I have had enough of your temper tantrums. now, are you going to be a good girl and wear your diaper?” Madeline asked when she stopped the spanking. “Y-sob-yes. I-I well, but pwease, n-no more sp-waaaaaaa-spankings pwease,” Alice said not meaning for it to sound so childish, “Good girl,” Madeline said as she the baby wipe box.she looked and saw that Alice had, in fact, peed a little during the spanking, no doubting from the pain. But she said nothing as she got to work wiping the little girl clean. Alice squirmed and cried as her bottom was wiped. then to her horror, her kitty was getting cleaned too making her squirm more. blushing and all most moaning too. “N-NO PWEASE NOT TH-THERE MO-MO…” Alice covered her mouth stopping herself from saying, mommy. “Shhhh its okay just relax, now let’s get you something for your little bottom,” Madeline said as soon as she got done wiping and throwing the wipes away. she got some aloe-Vaseline out and started to put it on the little girl’s bottom. Alice’s eyes went wide again making her kick and cry, not to fight the woman, but from the pain, as the cold cream was put on her red and very sore bottom. all the while the older woman shhhed her and told her it was going to be okay. Soon Alice’s thumb found its way right back in her mouth, and she then started to suck it just as the older woman got the baby powder out and started to powder Alice’s little bottom. After what felt like forever to Alice, a diaper was finally put under her and soon it was taped up. “There we go now that was not so bad was it?” Madeline asked as she sat the little girl up and using one last baby wipe, wiped away the tears and snot from Alice's face. Alice looked down to her horror and humiliation the diaper was pink and had baby cartoon animals on it. Her mind was all a mass like a mixed up puzzle, she had been spanked, striped, and diapered like a child. Alice kept thinking on how did this happen and why me as she sucked her thumb. “Do you want me to get you something to wear?” Madeline asked. Alice could only nod a yes as soon Madeline got a t-shirt out of a drawer she then came back to put it on the little girl, after that Alice looked at the pink shirt and started to tear up as she saw what was said on it, “mommy’s little girl” in bright gold letters. Alice could not take it anymore and started to cry. Madeline seeing this give a hug to the little one “Shh, it’s okay. there, there it’s all going to be okay. how about we get you something to eat and some warm milk to drink?” the older woman asked. Alice just shook her head no. “P-p-waaaaaaaaaaa-pwease, n-n-no more pwease. j-sob-just call the cops pwease j-just take me to jail waaaaaaaaa.” Alice cries wanting her humiliation to end. “But if you go you could be hurt or worse,” Madeline said with a look of worry in her eyes. “I *sob* don’t care just give sniff me my c-c *sob* c-clothes and call them pwease.” Alice said with a face full of tears again. Madeline let out a sigh she did not want to do it but she could not keep her if she did not want to be here. *Sigh* “okay but I will give you my number if you change your mind,” Madeline said as she turned her back and picked up the little one’s black shirt. But as soon as she did Alice jumped off the changing table and made a run for it, making Madeline turn and run after her. “HEY GET BACK HERE YOUNG LADY!” Madeline yelled out. But Alice didn't listen. All she could think about was getting to the front door. If she could just get outside she might be able to get to Joe and get away! Alice ran down the stars, nearly slipping and falling down them, and turned to the door. She was turning the handle when her diaper was grabbed and lifted up into the air! Alice was now kicking screaming, and even biting just to get free. But Madeline had the little girls arm in one hand and holding the diaper in the other. This gave Alice a wedgie but that was the least of her problems as they went back into Madeline’s room. Once there, she opened the one drawer Alice didn't get the chance to look through and pulled out some old handcuffs. she then walked to her door and handcuffed the little Thief to the doorknob “W-WHAT *SOB* FUCK LET ME GO! *SNIFF* I-I AM NOT INTO THIS K-KINKY SH *SOB* SHIT! HOW DO YOU EV-EVEN! FUCK! WHY DO YOU EVEN H-HAVE HANDCUFFS?” Alice yelled out. “Well, every cop even retired ones, have a spare pair.” Madeline told the girl and saw Alice's face go pale. “W-w-wait c-cop you’re a cop? B-bull-crap! n-no way you’re a cop! this house is big and nice! y-y-y-you must be dirty or something.” Alice said not believing the older woman was a cop and if she was, she hoped to at least blackmail her with the dirty cop bit. “No I was not dirty, this was my father's place before he passed away. and I was a sergeant before I was forced into retirement.” Madeline told her as she went back to the drawer and pulled out an old badge as proof. “F-Forced retirement w-why because you were in league with someone?” Alice asked. “Honestly honey.” Madeline said. “This is not a true crime drama or something.” “I-I d-don’t care let me go!” Alice said as she pulled on the handcuffs. “Sorry you wanted the cops here and they will be here.” Madeline said as she walked past the little girl. trying not to cry herself as she heard the little Thief beg, curs, and scream again as she kicked and punched the door. https://pinkthedinosaur.deviantart.com/
  8. PeerPressure

    female An Unexpected Audience

    Hey everyone!! ...so this is probably the most embarrassing moment of my entire life up to now. Looking back, I'm not sure whether I should be crazy turned-on or too ashamed to ever show my face in public again . At the moment, I'm feeling the "crazy turned-on" half, so I figured I'd share it before I get cold feet again because, if nothing else, it at least makes for a fun story! Paragraph 4 is where the pee action happens if you're not interested in the build up! It recently snowed a fair amount where I live. I'm personally not much of one for the cold, but I love being active too much to let a perfectly good day off go to waste, so I decided to hit the local trails and get a few miles in. Figuring I needed to stay well-hydrated anyway, I decided to reward my mental fortitude of bearing the cold with a fun wetting. About 30 minutes before I headed out for my run, I started downing enough water to be well-hydrated, but not enough to feel bloated or overloaded. Then, I headed over to my room to pick out what I wanted to soak. My customary wet run gear is a dark skirt so I can discreetly let the pee run down my thighs or fall between my legs without anyone knowing. With it being below freezing, however, there was no way I was going out in that. Instead, I opt for some tights. As I was digging through my drawer, it dawned on me: Nobody around here goes out in the snow. The trails will be totally deserted. I can wet whatever I want and it'll be no big deal! I tossed aside my dark tights and dug up a pair of light gray ones that I've never run in because they show sweat too easily. I've always wanted to do a super-visible "public" wetting, but have never found an opportunity to do so without a virtual guarantee of being caught. I grinned mischievously as I put them on and admired how they hugged my butt and thighs. Then I threw on a sports bra, a purple sweatshirt, and a cute purple headband to keep my ears warm. I took a glance at my watch, drank a little more water, and headed out! The frosty air hugged my skin even tighter than my pants. I shivered as I dashed to my car, careful not to slip on any ice that may be lying in wait. Proud of myself for not face-planting in the parking lot, I fumbled my keys into the ignition and drove off. The roads were a little slick, but not terrible--just enough to ensure practically nobody was out, just as I hoped. Within 20 minutes, I was pulling up to the trails. I couldn't quite get my car up the hill to the parking lot, so I parked next to the road and made the rest of the trek on foot. My bladder was just beginning to become vocal. Again, the chill of the air nipped at my body maliciously, but I shrugged it off, knowing that I would soon have my body heat to keep me comfortable...along with a little something warm between my legs . I look around for signs of anyone else. There were no cars and no tracks. As far as I could see, it was totally deserted. I felt a surge of excitement, which kickstarted me into a run. I ran out for about a mile and a half and turned back because, by then, I needed to pee--badly. I wanted to wet in the snow, but I didn't want to be out long enough for the urine to become unbearably cold. The trails were slippery and, in some areas, fairly tough to locate even though I know them well. This made my progress slow. By the time I made it back to the edge of the woods, I was nearly bursting. For the last 100 meters, I had my hand vehemently shoved into my crotch, as if I could plug the inevitable torrent of fluid. I was dancing up and down, side-to-side more than I was making progress forward when I cleared the woods. Every step and every bounce sent spasms through my body. I half expected to start gushing pee from my ears! My body was begging for relief, but I made it wait just long enough to step off of the trail head into some undisturbed snow. At that moment, I relaxed my muscles and, within seconds, the full might of the Amazon river was bursting into my panties! I moaned loudly and euphorically as my panties instantly became saturated, giving way for warm pee to gush into my gray tights. Rapidly, the groin of my pants turned a dark, crystalline gray. The patch magnified effortlessly and branches of urine shot every which way, soaking my legs in warm ecstasy. I spread my legs a little, allowing that which didn't cascade across my thighs to dribble directly beneath me, creating a little hole of discolored snow. I could feel hot fluid creeping up my butt, down my legs, and into my shoes, thawing out my frozen feet. I looked down and saw the mess expanding beautifully and incredibly visibly. I shivered with chills, my body struggling to reconcile the sensation of my nether regions with the frigid barrage of the wind on my face. The feeling was nearly orgasmic. I wanted to reach into my panties as the urine gushed out and finger myself, covering my hand in dripping goodness, when suddenly, "Oh my gosh, ma'am! Are you alright?!" the voice of a middle-aged man cried out from nowhere. I was so startled, I would've wet myself if I weren't already doing exactly that! I felt my heart plummet from my chest, totally bypass my stomach, and likely burst out of my urethra with all the urine. My hair stood on end and I felt a surge of adrenaline. I tried to cover myself--to hide--anything--but there was no hiding this. I was completely soaked below my waist and, thanks to my brilliant idea to wear light gray tights, very visibly so. Even if I could miraculously cover all of that, there was a rapidly growing spot of slightly yellow snow beneath me. I jerked around quickly and saw him, trudging up from the trail quickly, a look of concern on his face. I have no idea where he came from. I had seen no tracks and hadn't heard a single soul for my entire run. Overwhelmed with shame, I burst into tears, my eyes now irrigating my face almost as much as my urethra was irrigating my pants. The tears quickly turned bitter and cold. "Are you okay?! Should I call an ambulance?!" He approached me in sympathetic disbelief, fully taking in the sight of a 24-year-old girl, peeing herself and sobbing uncontrollably. I was full-force in mid-stream. There was nothing I could do but continue spurting pee into my tights and let it cascade down my legs. My face was burning red beneath the icy tears. I had no idea what to say. I choked and fumbled over every word that tried to spill out of my mouth as I wet myself in front of this complete stranger--a man no less. My panties stuck to my lady bits, but no longer to my pleasure. I finally, in very fragmented speech, managed to spit out something along the lines of, "I'm--fi--fine. I'm sor--ry," and, overwhelmed with embarrassment, found the strength to dash away. I heard him yelling something after me, but I couldn't make it out over the sound of my sobbing. I managed to mostly clamp off the flow of urine as I made my escape, letting only a couple of spurts out before I got to my car. I quickly finished emptying myself into my pants by the road before I dug my towel out of the trunk and drove away. Miraculously, in my trembling and tear-blurred state, I made it home safely, though I can't recall any of the trip until I pulled into my apartment parking lot and made a dash to my door. I burst inside and ran to the shower, where I cleaned up, terrified, crying, and shaking. I swore to myself I would never do any omorashi again...but obviously that wasn't meant to last. After a day or two, when the shock and fear finally wore off (and I felt confident I could show my face in public without encountering him again), the omo desires began to return. With them, the shame of this experience turned into a confused hybrid of exhilaration and embarrassment. As time goes on, I still get a surge of adrenaline every time I remember this...and I'd be lying if I said it didn't make "petting the kitty" infinitely more satisfying. Despite the shame, finally getting caught was amazingly exciting!
  9. PeerPressure

    female A Travel Challenge

    Heyy everyone!! I just got in from an 8.5-hour drive for work, so if my writing is a bit lacking, I apologize in advance! During these long hours, however, I tackled a new pee challenge to stave off the boredom and wanted to share the experiences while the excitement is fresh! So I woke up about an hour earlier than I intended this morning. Typically, I would hop into the shower pretty quickly and relieve myself for the morning there, but I had an idea: From the moment of awakening until I checked into my motel room, I would only pee in unconventional places...and never in the same place twice. I guess showers aren't technically a "conventional place" to release one's bladder, but I find it so dang satisfying that I do it every morning (confession time haha) and figured it'd be cheating to start off my new challenge that way. I was really bursting for a pee, so I opted for perhaps the simplest and easiest "unconventional pee" on the books: I dashed to my living room, slipped off my panties, spread my legs a little more than shoulder-width apart, closed my eyes, and relaxed. Within seconds, the morning silence turned into a crisp patter, which swiftly transformed into a forceful cascade. My eyes still shut, my lips curled into an impish smile with satisfaction as I let out a relieved sigh. I really had to go. I moved my feet together and shot a glance down as a warm rush began to encompass my feet. A very sizeable puddle was forming on my wood floor (I made an immature joke to myself about morning wood) and streaks of stray urine streamed down my legs. Apparently, my floor isn't entirely level because a small stream began to shoot off to the right of the puddle. Who'd've thought pee could be a handy architectural tool? At last, the contents of my bladder diminished to the last few drops, some of which spurted to the floor, the rest to my legs. I recognized the error of my ways as I went to fetch some paper towels...leaving a trail of pee foot prints on my path to the kitchen. Still enjoying my nakedness from the waist down, I grabbed a wad of towels, wiped my self down, and retraced my tracks to the formidable puddle. Then I ran a quick mop around the area, hopped into the shower, and prepared for my trek, feeling satisfied with my first wizz of the day. I donned a black skirt today to facilitate my unwillingness to use the facilities, and hopped into my car for the long journey, gently sipping from my water bottle. About an hour down the road, I still wasn't feeling any urge at all, so I began drinking a little more ambitiously. Another hour passed and, right about the time my gas tank was hitting E, my bladder was hitting F. I had been mildly fidgeting in my seat for a few minutes and was thankful for a pit stop. I pulled into a dumpy little gas station and was quickly thankful for my pact of unconventional peeing. It seemed like the kind of place you'd catch 15 diseases just from touching the restroom door handle. As I lifted the nozzle and put it into my gas tank, I pondered my options. It was fairly deserted, so I had a fair amount of freedom. The botanical coverage was somewhat lacking, so I couldn't run off into the woods to pee--which would've been fairly boring anyway. My options were either to pee at my car or around the side of the building. I started to make my way around the building when it occurred to me, There's no one here. Just pee from your car! I felt a surge of excitement with the thought. But what if someone drives up while I'm peeing? I shot back. You're two hours from home. Even if someone catches you, they won't recognize you. I retorted. Yeah, but what if someone catches me..? My argument against this undertaking was buckling. I quickly walked back to my car and made sure nobody from inside could make out what was going on. Between the numerous large advertisements in the window and where I was parked, I discerned that I could occlude line of sight from both the convenience store and the road if I opened my driver and rear passenger door. All the while, my bladder was urging me to quickly determine my course of action. Okay...You win. I conceded to myself. You won't regret it. I snarkily assured myself. I took one last glance around to ensure there were no unexpected audience members for the show. It was just as clear as when I pulled in. Tally ho. I opened both of my doors, lifted my skirt, and sat on the frame of the car. I nervously slid my panties to the side, my heart pounding furiously, the thrill egging me on. I continued nervously glancing around, certain some massive procession would determine that was the precise time to come gas up. Thankfully, no such procession materialized--only the occasional car shot down the road, oblivious to the woman baring her nether region to the gas pump in front of her. I had some difficulty getting the waterworks flowing as the hot humidity bore down on me, feeling like a thousand boiling oceans under the anxiety. I cursed softly as some urine gently shot askew, dampening my groin and streaking down to my butt. This was enough, however, to get the juices moving. I adjusted myself as the spurt evolved into a steady stream, drenching the pavement beneath me. My muscles were trembling from nervousness, excitement, and because of my awkward position. Once the stream was adequately established, I glanced around again. Still clear. Suddenly...THUD. Startled, my heart and I simultaneously jumped, and while I thankfully managed to avoid peeing all over myself, my stream faltered. It was just the gas pump as it finished filling my tank. I sighed with relief, adrenaline coursing through my body even more rapidly than the urine had been coursing from my urethra. After a moment, I managed to relax enough to begin peeing again. By the last few spurts, I had left a very respectable puddle, which pooled satisfyingly and streamed away slowly. My cover still not blown, I reached into my car, grabbed a tissue, and wiped myself clean. I replaced my panties and rubbed some sanitizer onto my hands as I admired my puddle and its many proud streaks. My heart was still pounding as I leaped into my car and sped off, nobody the wiser. Now I was feeling really confident. Perhaps too confident. For the sake of making good time on my trip, it took every ounce of will I had to not feverishly down water in anticipation of the next adventure. Despite this incredible (if I may say so myself) display of self-control, I had enough residual fluid working its way through my kidneys that I only made it about another hour down the road before pit stop #2 became a necessity. Okay...admittedly, I probably could've delayed a little longer, but I was excited to go for round 2 . This time, I pulled into a McDonalds...that wasn't quite as vacant as the gas station. This is going to be a challenge. I parked my car and made my way in, surveying the area. There were probably about 6 or 7 people, not counting employees, suggesting that perhaps trying anything outside was a bad idea. I briskly walked to the bathrooms and pushed open the door to the women's room, hoping it was maybe single occupancy and I could just pee in the sink or something (I wasn't about to give up so easily in the face of adversity!). To my disappointment, it was not. There were two stalls, a trash can, and a sink. I thought about pulling the trash can into the stall and peeing into it, but that seemed somewhat like cheating, so I opted against it. Hmm...What about a floor drain? Nope. It was in the middle of the bathroom. I'd be flashing anyone walking through the door. Recognizing I didn't have any particularly good options there, I gently cracked open the door to take another look around. In doing so, I caught a glimpse of the men's room sign. A light bulb went off in my head. Even using the stall in there wouldn't be a conventional pee. The bathroom entrances were offset into a little cove, with walls that occluded the doors from the rest of the restaurant. I slowly crept out to see if I could sneak my way in (praying I wasn't going to walk in on some guy at the urinal). There were several people sitting within sight of the cove, but they were pretty distracted. But what if I walk in on some guy peeing?! Again, my heart was racing. I compromised. I went back into the women's room, where I could wait without looking out-of-place to other restaurant goers. I stood by the door and listened for the men's room door. Several minutes passed, during which I heard nothing. If anyone's in there, he's taking a crap and I can slip out unnoticed. I exited the women's room again and nervously glanced from the cove. Nobody was paying much attention, so I swiftly and confidently (only on the outside. Inside, I was terrified) pushed my way into the men's room, half expecting to find a guy, penis-in-hand, with a look of shock on his face as I barged in. Thankfully, I did not. It was empty. The butterflies in my stomach were violently trying to rip their way out of my abdominal wall and pure epinephrine jolted through me. I swear, my heart rate probably set a world record. I quickly made my way toward the stall, longingly eying the urinal and I passed. I closed the stall door behind me, silently sighing with immense relief as I clicked the lock. As I turned to face the toilet, my anxious euphoria was dampened slightly--the toilet was filthy. It was covered in urine and there were splatters on the floor. Cautiously, I raised my skirt up, pulled my panties to the side, and semi-straddled the porcelain with my butt hanging over it, afraid to let anything touch it. Again, my muscles were trembling--though much more this time. Admittedly, as I began to pee, I contributed a fair amount to the urine on the toilet seat (oops! ). Relief swept over me as I emptied my bladder, vigorously tinkling into the water below. It was strange to get such a surge of excitement from something so mundane as a regular toilet! Context is everything, I guess! As I was wiping, my heart surged again and my eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as I heard the door open. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP--No--BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, my heart raced so loudly I thought for sure he would hear it. Still hovering my butt over the toilet seat, toilet paper in hand, I barely dared to breathe as I heard this mystery man rustling his pants at the urinal. The sound of urine striking porcelain. I'd've probably been turned on, had I not been terrified. I'm certain he only peed for a normal amount of time, but it seemed to me as though his bladder was endless. I began to think I would grow old and die in this men's room stall, awaiting his conclusion. At last, however, my fears were assuaged when, somehow, the sound of him spitting and the flush of the urinal were not drowned out by the ferocious pounding of my cardiovascular system. He spent a few brief seconds at the sink and I heard the door open...then close. I stood there for a few moments, absolutely petrified. Suddenly, my thoughts burst into a frenzy. I finished wiping, didn't even remember to flush or wash my hands, and dashed for the door, afraid someone would walk in. Thankfully, nobody did. I burst through the door much more forcefully than I had intended. This attracted the attention of a lady at a table near the restrooms who gave me a puzzled look, which transitioned into a dirty look when she realized I was emerging from the men's room. I just sped past, avoiding eye contact, and jumped into my car. It wasn't until several miles down the road that I finally calmed down and remembered I forgot to wash up. More hand sanitizer. And a lot of AC--I had worked up a bit of a sweat. After the anxiety subsided, I began laughing with hysterical euphoria. I did it! I used a men's room in a crowded area AND at the same time as a guy! Also striking to me, was that, because I was like 3 hours away from home, there were virtually no consequences. Sure, the woman caught me, but what was she going to do? We'll never see each other again! Seeing how crazy long this recount is becoming, I'll quickly summarize the more mundane ones (or ones similar to stories I've written in the past) and then skip to the final one. Another hour and a half in, I peed into a gas station restroom trash can (yeah, I know, I considered this cheating earlier...but after McDonalds, I was willing to tame it down a bit). Two hours after that, I did the classic cup-pee in my car at a roadside rest. Finally, after about 8.5 hours of travel, a little longer than anticipated, I pulled into the motel. During the last half hour, I began really piling on the fluids again, so by the time I pulled in, I really had to go--bad. I wasn't allowed a trip to the ladies' room until I had checked into my room, however. I parked and virtually ran inside, hoping to work through the process as quickly as possible. Thankfully, I didn't have to wait in a line. The guy checking me in was very friendly. I probably seemed like an anti-social jerk because I was focusing more on not peeing all over the floor, or at the very least, dancing like an idiot in front of him, clutching my lady bits, than on friendly chit-chat. Hurriedly, I thanked him as I grabbed my key and raced off. Not even bothering to grab my luggage, I began searching for my room. En route, however, I found a little cove that I assumed formerly hosted a vending machine. As I shot past it, I turned around, considering, Why waste a perfectly good bladder of pee? You haven't checked into your room yet. Forget the luxury of a toilet. I glanced around to ensure nobody was loitering around. Nope. I ducked into the cove, where I proceeded to fully and properly wet myself. No skirt-raising, no panties pulled to the side, just torrents of pee rushing down my legs, soaking my socks and shoes, and a steady trickle straight to the ground, forming yet another large puddle. After the encounter at McDonalds, this seemed like child's play and came to me easily. Within a long few seconds, I was thoroughly drenched from the waist down. I giggled a little as I admired my puddle, then raced off to find my room, the urine quickly cooling in the night breeze, chilling my legs ever so slightly. I found my room and, still wearing my urine-soaked clothes, lugged all my stuff in, enjoying the dampness. Without even changing, I laid a towel on the chair and set up my laptop to write this. Now...if you'll excuse me, I have some cleaning up to do and some tingling to tend to downstairs I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did!!
  10. Requesting for videos where a schoolgirl falls asleep during class and pees herself. When she wakes up, she is embarrassed. We remember seeing one where a girl dream peeing in cave and wets herself. We were wondering if anyone had seen any more such free clips and would be so as to kind enough to post them. Please don't post links to premium/paid websites as we cannot afford it. Also please do not advertise your pee-website saying you can do it for a certain price.
  11. PeerPressure

    female Liquid Leg Warmers

    Got another wetting tale for you all!! This was yesterday's adventure. If you want to skip over the buildup/background and get straight to the wetting, I suggest jumping to paragraph 4! It was one of those days. You all know them. The clouds heavily loomed overhead, weighing down the sky, the grayness weighing down everyone's mood. To make matters worse, the October chill was hanging in the air. It was a mediocre day at work, everyone's demeanor as drab as the day. When I pulled into my apartment at the end of the day, I wanted some excitement to get my spirits up and my heart pounding. My last pee-related excursion outside of the four walls that confine my apartment was my trek into the men's room just over a week ago. I was long overdue. At roughly 5:30PM, it was still too early to attempt another dash into the men's room (I'm not bold enough just yet to try it in daylight), and I didn't feel like waiting until nightfall to get my fun in. I dragged myself out of my work clothes and looked through my closet for something a bit more appropriate for some incognito public wetting...something I hadn't yet checked off of my list. Sure, I've peed while running, wet my bikini at the beach, done the classic duck behind a bush to relieve myself, and even almost gotten caught by a group of guys while watering a parking garage floor (a story for another time, perhaps? ), but I'd never done any real, totally intentional, good ol' classic panty-wetting while walking around town. What better time to give it a shot than when everything's already wet? I could have as much fun as I wanted and nobody would have a clue! I slipped into a nice, warm, gray sweater and pulled a totally weather-inappropriate black skirt over a pair of cheap pink panties, and I was all set! Though I, very intentionally, hadn't urinated for the last few hours at work, I downed a few glasses of water for good measure and grabbed a bottle for the road. I glanced out the window--only a very light drizzle. Perfect. I left my umbrella where it lay in my closet and stepped out into the chilly air. The cool air nipped at my legs, giving me goosebumps, but I smiled to myself, knowing that I would soon have the means to warm them back up. I decided to make my way to some nearby shops to peruse any new holiday decorations they had on display. It was surprisingly crowded in town for such a dismal day, a prospect that made me tingle with excitement and nervousness. On occasion, I would stop at a store window and look in. I could feel myself shaking. No matter how many times I pee myself or experiment in some way with my urine, every new endeavor is practically like my first time, sending jolts of adrenaline through me and turning my stomach inside out. The thrill was building, but the urge to relieve myself was developing more slowly than I anticipated. Figuring I must be less hydrated than I initially thought, I nursed on my bottle. Some time went by. It was pushing 6:20 by the time my bladder alerted me to my need to seek out the facilities, a need that was joyously denied. The drizzle was long finished by now, my brunette hair made sleek by a only faint layer of moisture. I smiled at people as I passed them on the sidewalk, wondering what they would do if they knew the woman sweetly greeting them was about to pee all over herself in the middle of a relatively busy street. 6:30; the urge was growing rapidly now, as was the gnawing of hunger in my stomach. It just so happened that, as an idea flourished in my mind, these two primal urges coincided wonderfully. I found a truck vendor selling burritos and decided to kill two birds with one stone. Why not wet myself while ordering my meal? A smirk snuck across my face as soon as the thought flashed through my mind--talking to some totally oblivious cashier with a trickle down my leg, soaking my legs and filling my shoes with warm splendor. A surge of energy shot through me, electrifying my nerves, kicking my heart into overdrive. I made my way over to the truck, my heart pounding in my throat, and took my place in line, taking note of all the people around and questioning if I should follow through. "What's the worst that can happen?" I thought to myself, "Everything is already thoroughly drenched and besides, my legs could use a little extra warmth." I waited for my turn and, at last, made my way to the window, trying to hide my trembling (and, at this point, reasonably-strong urge to empty the contents of my bladder). As I was talking to the cashier, I began pushing. The muscles refused to cooperate. It was as if I had forgotten how to pee! He said something to me, but I missed it, obviously distracted. "Ma'am?" He questioned. "I'm sorry," my attention snapped back to him, though I maintained some focus on getting the gears moving downstairs. He repeated his question and I answered, my panties still bone-dry, but my bladder urging me to let go. He stepped away for a minute, presumably to get my order ready. I kept at it, trying to release the fluid. As he came back to take my money, the first spurts of warm urine finally burst through, albeit briefly, instantly soaking into my panties. I cracked a smile at this feat, and realizing I probably looked mental just smiling to myself, tried to play it cool like I was smiling at him. With a bit more effort as I reached into my purse to get the money, I managed to release a bit more, most of it still caught in my panties. The warm, wet, fabric stuck enticingly to my vulva. I handed him a couple of bills, my hands visibly shaking. He looked at me, concerned, and asked, "Are you alright, ma'am?" I assured him everything was fine as my spurts, at last, broke into a stream. The flood exited around the crotch of my panties as the warmth spread slightly up my butt. I heard a faint pattering between my legs from some stray pee that had fallen from the center of my crotch. I quickly jolted my legs together, directing all of the pee down my thighs. I nervously looked around to see if anyone had noticed. If they had, they pretended not to--most everyone with their eyes glued to their phones. I could feel my face turning red hot as cascades of pee delivered life-giving warmth back to my chilly legs, finally and soaking into my socks. He handed me my change and bid me a good evening, a courtesy I returned as I turned away, my liquid leg warmers still at work. My shoes now squished with every step, drawing no attention, under the guise that I must've stepped into a puddle. A few seconds later, as I unwrapped my burrito and took my first bites, the warm trickle from my urethra concluded at last. I glanced down nonchalantly, my face still burning ferociously, even warmer than the wet, tingly, lady bits that lay beneath my skirt. My legs were very obviously wet, but on a day like today, I figured nobody would second guess it. This still didn't stop my heart from pounding relentlessly. I walked around a bit as I ate, the warmth of the pee that covered my legs sapping away into the cool evening air. I spilled bits of my burrito in between drinks of water as I traipsed around a bit more. Finally, even my crotch matched the damp chill of the air. Not to fret, however, for by 7:00, my water consumption paid off and I was ready to go again! I turned and made my way toward home, excitement still rushing through me as I replayed the puzzled look on the vendor's face, his oblivious nature as I casually peed all over my own legs right in front of him and even a line of other people!! The thrill of such a taboo action, but everybody in complete ignorance! As I walked past the last few shops on the street, I looked at the people around me, smiling, and began pushing again. Like before, it took effort (I guess after a lifetime of conditioning, it's not particularly easy to pee yourself in front of total strangers), but it came a bit more easily this time. I nodded a cheerful greeting to a couple I passed as that familiar warmth flooded my panties yet again, overflowing and making its way downward. I shook with a chill as the pee spread across my legs yet again, some of it spattering onto the ground, indistinguishable, to the uninformed eye, from my splashing steps. Here came that shot of adrenaline again. I almost wanted to jump for joy, and likely would have if it wouldn't have entailed showering my pee all over everything and drawing unnecessary attention to myself. Inversely correlated with the level of fluid in my bladder, my level of excitement, if you get what I mean, increased as pee jet into my panties. I wanted so badly to rub myself right there as I leaked, but refrained. Again, the last few drops came to a sputtering end, the warm wetness clinging to my legs and, more pleasurably, my nether region . At last, as I arrived at the doorstep of my apartment, my legs, crotch, and butt were quite cold, heightening the sexual sensations as they glistened with moisture. I hurriedly burst through my door, stripped out of my wet clothes, and made my way to a warm shower, reiterating the events of the evening over and over in my head. You can be sure as heck I gave some special attention to my tingling anatomy as a reward for a fantastic close to an otherwise dreary day. Finally, before shutting off the water, I had just enough pee to complete my newly-customary attempt to pee standing during every shower (and admittedly, sometimes when I'm just bored and not showering ). It was a moderate success, though still not quite enough of one to attempt the toilet just yet. Hope you all enjoyed reading about this thrilling experience! Until I finally manage to use a urinal, it's going to be challenging to find an experience that parallels this!
  12. https://caryspee.tumblr.com/post/174496875872/wanted-to-wet-today-but-not-this-early-but-i-got I was in the mood for a wetting today, although not this early, lol. My friend has gone back to visit his parents for the weekend, so I have the house to myself. I'd planned on popping to the newsagents, coming back, relaxing for a while, then indulging later. I went there, got back, and was already needing a wee. While outside, checking my phone and having a cigarette... I guess the mood struck fairly quickly lmao. I wasn't desperate, I did have to push, but I wet myself. Sadly, a lot went in my shoe - I'd half considered removing them before I weed, but ended up leaving them on. There was still a wee puddle beneath my feet, though, and my thighs got soaked. So all in all, a nice wetting. 😊 Video does contain smoking and slight passing of gas as I pushed to wee, so if they're turn offs, skip this video lmfao.
  13. Queen Sophie

    Office Chair Accident

    From the album: My Edits

    Added some blush to this one as well as just the pee. I hope that washes out of her chair.
  14. https://caryspee.tumblr.com/post/174077269416/not-much-volume-but-i-enjoyed-this-one-a-lot My friend was out of the house for a while this morning, and the mood struck. So I changed into my "wetting dress" - it's slightly too big for me (something I considered impossible with my weight lmao) - and let loose. Although the video isn't super exciting, it was to me. It felt exceptional, lol. My camerawork is particularly poor on this one because I was shaking from head to toe in excitement the entire way through. My legs almost gave way a couple of times, and after I'd finished recording, I spent a while sitting in the bath/shower floor enjoying myself, and also just laying back and trying to regulate my breathing again. Downside - very smelly wee lmfao. I had been drinking fairly heavily with my friend the night before, and despite having an accident during the night, I don't think it was all out of my system yet. After peeling my then-cold tights off, they were fragrant (to say the least). But anyway, once I had regained composure around half an hour after actually wetting myself, I rinsed my tights off in the sink to give the washing machine a fighting chance and showered - I needed it. 😳
  15. https://vimeo.com/269355344 (password: caryspee) Not much back story to this one. I had the house to myself today, and had been in the mood for an accident for a while. So I drank some water, occupied myself for a while, and then at the point of desperation, sat on the floor and let go. A lot. Lol Cleaning up after myself was far less fun, lmao. Got through a lot of kitchen roll and left little piddly footprints across the floor. But it was worth it.
  16. watcherw

    Spurting, or Flooding ?

    When I wet, I like to do it in spurts. I wait until my bladder is close to bursting point, and let out a spurt. I manage to stop the flow until pressure builds up again resulting in another spurt, and so on . . . . I enjoy doing this because it makes me experience what a girl experiences when her bladder is so close to bursting that she has to let go a little, spurting into her panties, to relieve the pressure. Such relief does not last for long as her bladder fills up again, and she has to release another spurt. The way she grimaces and maybe clutches herself or rapidly presses her legs against each other to stop the spurt, is very arousing for me. I imagine that the first spurt is invisible, at least that is what the desperate girl hopes. After the second spurt however her panties are saturated, and subsequent releases will either trickle down her legs if she is standing and wearing a skirt, or else form a damp patch on her jeans. Am I unique in liking 'spurting' or do the majority just prefer the all-at-once flooding release ?
  17. I found out this video browsing a "funny" part of Youtube today: this blonde-dye girl declares she wants to break the world record for holding pee, telling that peeing is a waste of natural resources and so on. I suppose the video's purpouse is to be funny, or at least to make the girl gain some popularity, but she ends up being obnoxious (imo). However, this girl is really cute, she likes to tease showing her tounge and she's squirming all the time, so it could be worth watching. Before anyone shout out 'underage', she says she's 18 in the video. CRACKHEAD BLONDE ATTEMPTS TO BREAK THE WORLD RECORD FOR HOLDING PEE.mp4 94.9 MB
  18. Vena Sera

    Train Ride

    The train's air conditioning softly blew, cooling the interior of the train to bearable levels in the midsummer heat. To most commuters, this cool breeze was a welcome addition, an escape from the soaring July temperatures. Many commuters were in bliss, though some had wished that the air conditioning were cooler. One girl, however, cursed its existence as she silently shivered in her seat. Her petite, slim frame huddled beneath a large, black track jacket that was draped around her body, covering her like a wearable blanket burrito. Her head was tilted downward and her jet-black bangs fell over her eyes. Beneath the curtain of hair, her hazel eyes stared downward at a large gym bag, which sat atop her lap, as if afraid to make eye contact with other people. Masumi knew, however, that she wasn't shivering from the cold. Her hands, hidden beneath her jacket, had fallen in-between her legs, and was applying pressure towards her urethral area. She regretted many things. She regretted overestimating her bladder capacity, and deciding to catch her current train, rather than take a bathroom break and miss the train. She regretted sleeping through her alarm, causing her to be late for swim practice and subsequently rush to the swimming complex, forgoing a bathroom break in the process. She regretted signing up for the swim club's summer training in the first place, as she wouldn't be in this situation had she done otherwise. Masumi helplessly sighed as she slid her palms beneath her school skirt, clutching her crotch from beneath it. The skintight one-piece training swimsuit that she had worn underneath her clothes constricted her pelvic region, further worsening her predicament, though the exerted pressure against her crotch momentarily brought some relief. She was honestly surprised at how fast and how much her urge grew since leaving the house, and was relieved that her jacket and gym bag were disproportionately large; this gave her ample room to discreetly hold it in - the train was rather empty, but there were still people inside, and she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of them. The train soon reached Kitamoto station. A handful of people begrudgingly left the train into the sweltering heat of the unairconditioned station, while another handful rushed in to savour the cool air, balancing it out. Masumi strongly considered taking a bathroom detour here, but calculated that it'd likely be faster if she stayed in the train and waited till she got to her destination, and used the bathroom there - she was running late, after all. The doors stayed wide open for a minute, allowing late commuters to catch the train, though Masumi felt like it was challenging her to get off. She stayed in her seat, and watched the doors close in, only to regret her decision as the train accelerated. Getting from Kitamoto to her destination, despite being merely ten minutes, turned out to have been the most agonizing ten minutes of her life. In this timeframe, she began to break out in mild perspiration, as her bladder exponentially expanded. Every stop in-between caused her to die a little bit inside, fidgeting in desperation as she silently judged everyone for taking their time. Her spandex underwear pressed against her bladder, causing her to spurt a few times, and her expression changed from worry to fear when she felt the lycra moisten up and become slippery. Her grip onto her crotch tightened, and her toes curled up underneath her trainers as she focused all her energy to her nether regions. Soon, the train reached Fukiage station. The train slowly came to a halt and the hydraulic doors opened, in a process that appeared to have taken an eternity to Masumi. Slinging her gym bag around her left shoulder, she took off out of the train carriage, analyzing each and every sign for one that directed her to the bathrooms. Her situation had become dire, and she needed to waste as little time as possible. Navigating the layout of the station (and leaking along the way), she finally made it to the bathroom. Rushing into a vacant stall, she threw her gym bag onto a door hook and tore her jacket off. She proceeded to yank her skirt down, revealing the sky-blue swimsuit she wore underneath, stained turquoise at the crotch and forming a cameltoe. Jamming her thighs together, she frantically engaged herself in the painstaking task of unbuttoning every single button of her school blouse. On the third button, however, she froze dead in her tracks, and her hands fell as a familiar and dreaded warmth began to spread through her groin. The warmth flooded through her swimsuit, and spilled onto her legs, thawing it from its frozen position. Masumi quickly sat onto the toilet to prevent a mess, saving her socks, shoes and the floor. She pushed against her bladder in a bid to empty it quicker, and stood up once the flood receded. Surveying the damage, she found a giant turquoise stain, which stretched from the top of the gusset on the front, and traveled up the stitching on the back, fully soaking her butt and crotch. There was no way that Masumi could hide her accident, but she wasn't about to turn up to training with a giant wet spot either. Unzipping her gym bag, she rummaged through her belongings, hoping to find her underwear. It then hit her like a freight train - running late, she hastily threw in clothes into her gym bag, but forgot to throw in any underwear! Furthermore, her current underwear was her swimsuit, meaning she didn't bring any underwear at all! She slammed her forehead onto a cubicle wall in rapid succession at her forgetfulness, frightening the occupant on the other side of the wall. She croaked out an apology as another flood started - this time, on her face. Wiping away the tears, she figured that crying wasn't going to solve anything, and wicked away as much liquid as possible from her crotch, buttoned her shirt back up, and pulled her skirt over the accident scene. There was still a bus ride she had to take, and she still had to walk the remaining distance, a grand total of at least fifteen more minutes walking around wet, in public no less. She sighed in dread as she made her way out of the bathroom. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- My first submission to this part of the forums in a while. Hopefully it isn't too bad; feedback is greatly appreciated!please be gentle on me
  19. PeerPressure

    female The Inevitable Movie Urge

    Hiya everybody!! If you're just here for the pee and aren't interested in the build up, skip down to paragraph 5! Enjoy! We've all experienced the frustration. You're stoked to see a really great movie, you go to the theater, get tickets, sit through the entire thing...until the climax. Then your bladder decides to pipe up and let you know it's time for an unscheduled intermission. It's like magic. It happens every time! This time, I resigned myself to a somewhat unorthodox approach that permitted me to see the entire movie and have wayyyy more fun than a routine bathroom rush . A few weeks ago, I bought myself a dollar theater ticket to Wonder Woman (yes, I'm super late to the party, haha), which I'd been crazy excited to see, but hadn't yet made time for. None of my friends were available the afternoon I decided to see it, which I initially thought was unfortunate, but shortly thereafter discovered was the opposite. Disappointed, I drove to the theater alone (I promise I'm not a loser, hahaha). By the time I ordered a medium water and a small popcorn, I had pushed aside the embarrassing notion that I was going to the movies by myself and excitedly made my way to the corresponding theater. The theater was virtually vacant, with only a couple sitting near the front-center and one guy sitting by himself to the front right. I set my things down 3 or 4 rows behind the couple and, while the obligatory 20 minutes of ads played, I made a quick dash to the ladies' room and preemptively relieved myself, so as to avoid any undesired interruptions. As much as I love this fetish, I wasn't about to let it interrupt Wonder Woman! When I returned, nobody else had entered the theater. Perfect, it was likely to be reasonably quiet and uninterrupted. I nursed my water as the last few minutes of ads continued and the movie finally started. As the movie played on, I didn't spare any of my thoughts on my bladder or the water in my hand. I was perfectly comfortable, moderately drinking away and enjoying the show. 2 hours and 20 minutes, however, can be a pretty long wait for someone who likes to stay well-hydrated. Just over halfway through, I felt the inevitable and, in this rare instance, dreaded urge surfacing. I cursed to myself and insisted I could make it all the way through, just this once. I pushed the urge to the back of my mind, determined to enjoy the movie uninterrupted. This was successful for probably another 20-30 minutes, when it finally became a constant nagging voice. "Dang it!" I thought to myself, "I really need to pee! ...but surely, the movie is nearly over. I can wait until then." It wasn't nearly over. In fact, the climax, of course, kept building, which made me even more determined to stick it out. I seriously considered wetting myself in protest, but didn't want to leave a mess in the seat for anyone who sat in it later. I briefly pondered scooting to the edge of my seat and simply urinating on the floor, but I didn't want my puddle to stream down to the couple in front of me, nor did it seem right to pee on the floor where kids run around regularly. Finally, as I was about to begrudgingly resign myself to a bathroom trip at the climax of the movie, I remembered my cup! The solution was obvious! There was almost nobody in the theater who would catch me, I expected the cup to be plenty big enough to hold everything, and I could avoid making that unwanted dash to the facilities! With my scheme decided, I quickly darted my eyes around the theater. Nobody unexpected had come in. Perfect. I grabbed my cup, which was empty by now except for ice, and removed the lid. All the while, every drop of fluid processed by my kidneys felt like gallons of increased pressure in my bladder. I scooted to the edge of my seat and lifted the front of my skirt just enough to be able to situate everything down below. I positioned the cup under my crotch, which was more challenging than I expected in the dark. With it in place, I pushed my panties to the side, revealing my lady bits to the dark theater. I glanced around again to make sure nobody was catching sight of the ridiculousness. With the coast still clear, I decided to commit, figuring that if anybody happened by, it would probably be dark enough and peeing into a cup is unexpected enough that they would have no idea what I was doing. It took a few moments, but sure enough, a spurt of pee spat out, hit the interior side of the cup, and dribbled down below the ice. I readjusted the cup to put my stream into the center, so as to avoid any mess. I nearly let out a sigh of relief, but caught myself. Confident in the placement of the cup, I looked up at the screen as pee torrented below. I grinned proudly to myself as the cup grew heavier and warm with my pee. The ice crackled as the cup filled and it wasn't long before I heard the tinkling of my pee, indicating the level had risen above that of the ice. Worried somebody might hear and look back, I promptly cut off my stream, but it felt so good to let it loose that I resumed within a few seconds, attempting to pee a bit more gently. The success of my attempts was questionable, at best. I sat there awkwardly, glancing back and forth from the movie to the couple, hoping with all my heart they couldn't hear. Every drop into the cup, to me, was akin to the full force of Niagara Falls, and felt as though it drowned out the movie, though I could tell by everyone's oblivious nature that I was severely overreacting. Finally, after what seemed like ages, I could tell I was nearly empty. As the last bit was trickling out, gently plopping into the cup between my legs, the movie hit a relatively quiet scene. Crap. I felt my face turn blood red as I finished up, the sound now extremely clear to me. Miraculously, nobody seemed to notice even then. With a breath of relief, in regard to both the maintenance of my stealth and the advent of ease on my bladder, I looked down at the cup I bore just below my exposed vulva. I smirked at how much I had deposited into it. I reached over and grabbed a napkin that I had been given with my popcorn, wiped myself dry, tossed it into the cup, which I sealed with the lid and returned to the cup holder. I scooted back into my seat, but let myself sit exposed just a moment longer than necessary, basking in the surreal feeling as I took in the movie. Finally, deciding I'd had enough fun, I slipped my panties back into place and pushed my skirt back over my nether region. The movie, at last, drew to a glorious close. I grabbed my pee-filled cup, dashed out of the theater, disposed of the cup at the nearest trash can and smiled to myself that I'd managed to not only get away with peeing in a very taboo situation, but also make it through an entire movie without having to take a bathroom break . I've gotta say, between this experience and the time I peed in my car, I've become incredibly fond of disposable cups!
  20. PeerPressure

    Sharing a Toilet?

    Heyy everyone!! So I was recently browsing omo-/pee-related stuff and came across a video of a guy and girl simultaneously using the same toilet and thought it was suuuuuper hot! Have any of you ever tried this? The one I came across had the woman sitting with her legs spread and the man standing and aiming his stream between her thighs. I'd love to hear if any of you have tried this (or maybe even reversed the roles?! ) #RelationshipGoals
  21. Heyy everyone!! This one is probably a lot tamer than most of my recent posts. I've been caught in a dreadful conflict: On one hand, I urgently desire to do more daring pee adventures again. On the other, getting caught last time has left me mortified. Lately, I've been doing my pee stuff exclusively in the privacy of my apartment, such as peeing in sinks, attempting to use bottles (thus far, with immense disaster! haha ), and similar things. While these have been fun, none of them quite scratch that itch, ya know? This afternoon/evening, I had one of my guy friends over, which was nice, but I was feeling suuuuper horny because I hadn't given any special attention "down there," nor had I indulged in any pee fantasies for longer than I generally like. In the name of not compromising our friendship (or at least avoiding the awkwardness), I couldn't exactly wet in front of him, so I initially resigned myself strictly to holding. Shortly before he arrived, I took a quick leak in the bathroom sink to hold me over for the afternoon . I rinsed down the pee, washed my hands, and downed a full glass of water...thus the wait began. I answered the door, let him in, and offered him a drink. We both indulged. He drank a glass of tea. I drank a glass and a half of water. At that point, I didn't have any real urge to pee, but I was eager for it to start. After about 40 minutes of hanging out, it did. It was mild at first and I pushed it to the back of my mind. It didn't take long, however, for the modest trickle into my bladder to suddenly feel like a raging torrent, my kidneys working double time. Not 10 minutes had passed before I arrived at the point I would normally excuse myself to the restroom. I maintained my composure, resisting the urge to fidget, and smiling a little brighter because of my secret. Another 5 minutes, and it was on the threshold of becoming urgent. I started squirming in in my seat, hoping my naturally-energetic disposition could hide the fact I was virtually dancing with desperation. As the seconds ticked by, I started getting more distracted from our conversation--and thankful we were at the kitchen table so I could discreetly hold myself...which I was doing with ever-increasing vigor. Simultaneously, however, I was beginning to grow almost frustrated. I strongly prefer to pee/wet in unconventional/exciting places, which often involves holding, but holding simply for the sake of holding doesn't do much for me. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. I knew if I didn't call it quits and make a mad dash to the toilet then, I would end up with that awkward encounter I was hoping to avoid. I wasn't quite sure how I was going to pull it off. It felt as if I'd bust open and gush warm fluid everywhere if I so much as moved a single finger from my lady bits, where they were firmly planted. Screw it! I thought, We can laugh off my desperation. Wetting will be a lot harder to explain. Just as I was about to leap up and announce how urgently I needed to relieve myself and make a crazy sprint to the facilities, hand very visibly and firmly thrust into the crotch of my yoga pants, he stood up and said, "Hey, I'll be right back." NO! I wanted to scream, knowing full well he was headed for the bathroom I so desperately needed. Instead, I managed a half-hearted smile and began cursing profusely in my mind, urgently scanning the room for other options. As he turned away from the table, I began bouncing up and down and quivering, shamelessly holding myself, praying he wouldn't notice. He didn't. As I heard his footsteps growing fainter as he traipsed down the hall, I considered my options. Going outside would very seriously risk detection from a neighbor. The sink was a possibility, but with how badly I needed to go and how thin my walls are, I feared he would be able to hear my torrent barraging the metal, not to mention, if he happened out before I finished, explaining why my naked butt was up there would've been quite a challenge. As I heard him gently close the bathroom door behind him, I bolted up for the only option I saw, speeding across the room, barely able to move my legs, with my hand practically inside of me in attempt to plug my urethra, in what was probably the most awkward run ever. I removed my hand from my crotch long enough to rip my pants and panties down, scared to death I was going to leak all over the floor. Miraculously, I didn't. I flipped around fast enough to make my head spin, and hunched over, nearly sitting with my butt wedged between the leaves of the large potted plant I keep in the kitchen. Of all the places I've peed in my apartment, this was a first for the plant. My dissatisfaction in simply holding quickly bloomed into immense excitement as the first shot of pee ruptured from my nether region, pattered against the leaves, and cascaded into the soil, quickly pooling violently. I shut my eyes and breathed a silent, but immense sigh as my bladder began to find relief. Shortly after, I heard his pee begin tinkling into the toilet in the other room, heightening the experience. I hovered there, my rear shrouded by the fern, pee spitting out fervently, chills and excitement sending tremors through my frame. I was urinating so heavily that the soil couldn't soak it in quickly enough and the tinkling of fluid became audible. I quickly shifted my stance, successfully avoiding any spills. I grinned to myself ridiculously...until I heard him stop peeing. I felt like I was going to be there forever and I couldn't let him find me like this. I tried pushing harder, but I was already nearly going at full force. Then I heard the toilet flush. Then the sink turn on. I was getting pretty close, but I was afraid I wouldn't quite have enough time to finish, clean up, and--shoot. I began cursing under my breath as adrenaline shot through my body. I didn't bring anything to wipe with. The sink stopped and I was still trickling. I needed to think of something immediately. I awkwardly bent over while I was peeing and managed to reach my phone in my pocket. I suspected I may have shot a little pee out of the pot, but I didn't have time to check. As I heard him open the door, I frantically tried to reach my messenger app. Hallelujah. My chat with him was already open. Trembling, I shot him a text that simply said, "No," the only thing that came to mind, probably because I was thinking no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no... I finally shot off the last few spurts of pee as I heard his phone ping and his footsteps stop. I resigned myself to wet panties, yanked my clothes up, and patted myself dry through my clothes as I heard him say, "Why did you send me, 'No'?" "What?" I said, my voice quivering. "Oh," A fake laugh, "I must've sent that to the wrong person." I quietly leapt to the sink and began washing my hands, sighing with relief that my long-shot plan worked. As he walked back into the room, I shot a quick glance back where I was just peeing. There was a visible wet spot in the dirt and some of the leaves were wet, but I didn't see any drops from when I thought I missed, and it wasn't particularly noticeable, overall. The only problem now was how badly I wanted to pleasure myself. I may or may not have played a little "down there" with my fingers once we resumed our places back at the table .
  22. PeerPressure

    female My First Urinal Attempt!!

    Heyyy everyone!!! It feels like it's been ages since I've written anything, but to make up for it, I have my crowning pee achievement so far!! I FINALLY ATTEMPTED A URINAL!!! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed doing it (though I hope it's a bit less messy for you )!! Now that I've proofread everything, I recognize I may have gotten a little carried away in my excitement and may have written a little too much! If you're just here for the pee and don't want the background/buildup, skip right to paragraphs 8 and 9! So, it was my birthday yesterday (technically, since it's the wee hours of the morning now) and I decided I was going to do something really awesome to celebrate the big 2.4. As it turns out, the surrounding circumstances were perfect. My parents live in another city pretty far away, but they like to have everybody back home for the holidays, which works out really nicely because I, in turn, get to have everybody around when I celebrate growing older. They don't have a super big place, but they invite a bunch of us, so many end up in a nearby hotel. I could've taken my childhood room, of course, but I like to have my own space at the end of the day (and who doesn't want free room service?), so I opted for the hotel and let someone else have my old room. It was a full night of celebration with family, which was nice, but I knew in the back of my mind that I was going to do something...taboo...afterward, so I drank tons of water for the last few hours. Toward the end, I was going to the bathroom so much that my sister teased me, saying I must have a UTI or something. Little did she know what was really going on . To cut to the chase, it was about 1AM when we all went our separate ways to turn in for the night. Everybody else who was staying at the hotel had gone back around 11 to go to bed, so I didn't have to worry about an awkward encounter with a family member. I peed, like a normal good girl, in the toilet before I headed out, then hopped into my car and drove to the hotel, about 15 minutes away. A few nights before, I scouted the place out to see what opportunities may be available. I was in luck. In a wing off of the lobby, there was a small bar/recreation room tucked away. It wasn't particularly crowded even during the day, so at night, it was always totally deserted. Drinks always equate to urination, so there were two nearby bathrooms: A women's room and, more importantly, a men's room. I was already surging with excitement by the time I pulled into the parking lot. I pulled my keys out of the ignition and dropped them. When I leaned over the pick them up, I noted that my hands were trembling as a result of both the cold and my adrenaline. I drank sufficiently enough to have a mild urge to pee from just the brief trip over, but I wanted to let it build a bit before committing. First, I went up to my room and dropped off all of my things. The corridors were, thankfully, totally vacant. Everything was going perfectly. Afterward, I snuck around the hotel to ensure the cleaning crew wasn't going to be an issue. The only people I saw were the employees at the front desk in the lobby. These activities managed to burn through another 10 or so minutes, so I definitely had to go now. I dashed to the recreation center with a ridiculous grin on my face. There it was. I froze and stared at the door to the men's room for a brief moment, still smiling stupidly. I'm really glad nobody walked in at that moment because it probably would've been pretty creepy! With a final glance around I charged at the door, half expecting it to be locked because everything else had gone so smoothly. To my delight, it wasn't! It's a weirdly surreal feeling to be in the restroom of the opposite sex. On one hand, you know it's just four walls with some porcelain fixtures and it shouldn't be a big deal. On the other hand, it's amazing to rebel against the social behavior that has been drilled into you your entire life. The door shut quietly behind me and I soaked in what was before me as if I were looking at a beautiful sunset rather than some appliances intended to collect urine. Maybe this description is a bit extreme, but to be fair, it was at least much cleaner than the other men's room I visited before . There were two stalls, two sinks, and two urinals. My options certainly were open, but anybody can pee in a stall or into sink on any day. I was here for the urinals, but an unexpected choice presented itself: The tall one or the short one? Before picking one, I checked to see if I could lock the door, just as an extra precaution. Unfortunately, I couldn't, but I wasn't about to let that stop me. My bladder was becoming quite vocal and I was about to relieve it into one of these urinals. I probably put too much consideration into which urinal to use, but I wanted to make sure my "first time" was just right . With my jeans still in place, I stood in front of each one and put my crotch over the protruding lip, contemplating. Despite having practiced hundreds of times in the shower, I had no idea what I was doing--even setting aside the fact that my later practice runs were a moderate success at best. Undeterred, I finally picked the taller one, figuring it would be easier to align myself and that there was less distance for something to go terribly wrong. My hands were shaking as I undid my jeans. I clearly wasn't going to be a marksman tonight. I slid my pants and panties down below my knees, baring my butt toward the rest of the bathroom. How awkward would it be for someone to walk in now? I thought, but quickly dismissed. I spread my legs a little and put my lady bits over the lip of the urinal, trying to gauge just how to manage this. This isn't going to work. I crouched in front of the urinal to undo my shoes so I could full remove my pants and panties. Wearing nothing but socks from my waist down, I clumsily traipsed across the men's room, praying nobody would walk in as I flashed my vulva all around, and put my clothes onto the counter by the sinks. I returned to the urinal for my second aiming attempt. I really had to go now. I huddled as closely as I could to the urinal, spread my legs a bit more, and thrust my hips forward, being extra careful not to come into contact with the porcelain. This awkward position only emphasized my trembling. I tried a few other positions including propping my leg up on the privacy divider and approaching it from an angle, but nothing really seemed fail-proof. Knowing I needed to pick before either my bladder decided for me or somebody walked in on this insanity (or worse, both), I opted for spread legs and forward hips. I've seen pictures and videos of superwomen who are able to pee practically like a guy, but I figured round 1 wasn't going to be quite that graceful for me. With my legs spread unnaturally widely, my hips thrust uncomfortably far forward, and my whole body trembling, I moved my hands to my lady bits. Using both hands, I delicately spread my labia, hoping to clear the path of any obstruction. Without being able to see down there, however, I had no clue what I was doing. "Well, here goes," I muttered to myself and bit my lip. Nothing happened. Despite having to pee really badly and applying pressure to my muscles below, I couldn't even produce a drop. If I have to stand here until my bladder gives in to fatigue, I don't care. I am going to use this urinal! I stood there for what felt like hours, listening to the ticking of my watch shatter the silence every second. My legs were getting sore from being in such a strange position, but finally, a jolt of pee spat into my target! I giggled loudly like a little girl before remembering where I was and shutting up. It was only a brief spurt, but it was enough to get things moving. Before long, it was spurt after spurt and, at last, a steady stream. I was amazed at myself! It was ridiculous, but glorious! Here I was, AT LAST, totally butt-naked from the waist down, with the exception of my socks, totally exposed, in the middle of the men's room, my hips pushed forward, with my urethra shooting pee into a URINAL!! I couldn't see what was happening below, but it seemed to be working! Warm, clear urine cascaded from between my legs and spattered satisfyingly into the fixture below. This urinal was tall enough that I felt a warm mist deflecting back up onto my hands and crotch, but I was too afraid to adjust (guys, do you ever experience this?). It wasn't perfect, of course. The occasional drop would dribble onto one of my thighs and my fingers were dampened every now and then, but I was too engrossed in what I was accomplishing to care. It wasn't long, however, before my trembling and muscle fatigue began to get the best of me. What was the occasional stray drop quickly became the occasional stray spurt. Regardless, I was extremely proud of myself for attempt #1. That is, until I heard a noise behind me. I was so enthralled, I forgot I was in a position of potential immense embarrassment. I immediately shot my head around to see who was there. This, of course, threw off everything down below. My "aim" went awry and one of my fingers slipped, causing my urine flow to become obstructed. At this stage in the game, there was no stopping the train of urine now cascading rapidly down my legs, drenching my socks, and pooling onto the once-clean floor. So many things were happening at once, I nearly lost track. In the brief second I glanced behind me, I noted that there was nobody there...the sound I'd heard was a creak of the building. I literally just peed all over myself because the building was settling . With relief on that account, I diverted back to the new disaster: remedying the mess between my legs. Honestly, there was no point. The damage was done and I might as well have finished urinating all over myself, but in the spur of the moment, I wanted to fix it. I quickly pulled back my labia again, this time soaking my hands pretty thoroughly and splattering fluid all over both the interior and exterior of the urinal. After a brief struggle and a big mess, I finally managed to regain control for the last few seconds of stream, proudly finishing up with a few solid spurts straight into the urinal...as my legs glistened with evidence of my failure. My heart was pounding tremendously. I surveyed the disaster. When I finally took it all in, I laughed hysterically and probably physically glowed with pride. I glanced around for paper towels to begin cleaning myself up. Shoot. They didn't have any. After probably half a roll of toilet paper, I was dry. I made my way back to the sink where my clothes were, my head practically divided into two with a smile. Before grabbing my clothes, I stepped back far enough to see down to my knees in the mirror. I relished in seeing female anatomy in such proximity to a urinal (it never gets old!). For good measure, figuring a little more mess wouldn't make a big difference, I spread my legs and let out another spurt of pee--what had managed to collect in the few minutes I used to clean up--onto the floor. It was funny to see it from a third person perspective. I wiped myself dry again, washed my hands (as if it made a difference with my lower half having been totally soaked in bladder juices moments before), and begrudgingly donned my clothes, sans socks. Not wanting to leave the site of my triumph, I paced back to the urinal for one last look. There was a lot of urine beneath it and the outer side of the lip was splattered with pee. It looked like some drunk guy didn't even try to hit the mark. I quivered with excitement and finally departed, not encountering a single soul on my journey back to my room. I was unbelievably turned on. I wanted to pee all over everything and pleasure myself like there was no tomorrow, but I saved it until I got a warm bath ready, in which I alternated between masturbating and peeing directly in the water whenever I accrued anything in my bladder. I, of course, showered after to get properly cleaned, and then immediately came to my computer to write this up. I hope you all enjoyed it!!! I can still hardly believe I FINALLY DID IT!!!!!
  23. bennko64

    Girl ID (bunny?)

    Hi, anyone know the full name of this girl or any links to other videos of her please? Thanks
  24. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2018

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