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Hi, new here—22/f/United States—I thought I'd post about some experiences in the realm of omo + actual desperation and wetting I've had with my boyfriend, one that happened last night, in particular. Btw, you can call me "A" 🙂 So I'll start with last night: TLDR; that day I had emergency surgery, i.e., a dilation and curettage, to remove a ruptured uterine fibroid. In post-op, one of my docs debriefed me on my discharge instructions and what to expect from my body as it recovers from surgery. One of (the many) things to expect? Incontinence, lasting up to a week. As someone who already deals with mild-moderate stress and urge incontinence, I wrongly thought I knew what was in store for me—though luckily, I did have a 9-pack of Goodnites on hand, sparing me from an embarrassing trip to the CVS across from my apartment. I get dropped off at my apartment around 4:30 pm. Having not had any fluids several hours before arriving at the hospital late that morning, I quite literally toss back a glass of cranberry juice and a 16oz Poland Spring, still wearing the disposable cotton underwear and maxi-pad provided by the hospital. Not even twenty minutes later, as I'm fiddling with the DVD player in my living room above the TV, my bladder begins to void—no warning, no bodily cue letting me know I had to go. Within seconds, I peed through the maxi-pad and disposable underwear, soaking my sweatpants and making a DVD player-sized puddle on the floor. I'm caught off guard by this, but ultimately unfazed—I clean up and put on a Goodnite. 6 pm: I'm on my couch watching a movie, about 2/3 of my way through another Poland Spring, nursing a bowl of chicken noodle soup. My very worried boyfriend (25/m)—who had been utterly in the dark about my surgery until I FaceTimed him in an anesthesia-induced fugue state in post-op—calls me to ask if he can swing by in a couple of hours. I, of course, agree. Thirty-ish minutes later, I feel myself leak, followed by a massive wave of urgency and pressure in my bladder. Caught off guard and, I guess, against my better judgment, I stand up from my position on the couch in an attempt to make it to the bathroom. Immediately, I begin peeing at full force. I grab myself in a semi-successful effort to control the stream, i.e., it slows, but doesn't stop; with my hands between my legs, I make it five feet from the couch before the pressure in my bladder surges beyond my ability to hold on any longer and start to pee uncontrollably. The feeling of involuntarily voiding my bladder makes me reflexively bend over, sending the majority of my stream of pee to the front of my Goodnite, which quickly, and audibly, saturates and overflows. Streams of pee begin running down my bare thighs (all I had on was one of my boyfriend's sweatshirts which, on me, pretty much function as a nightgown) and accumulate in a small puddle at my feet, maybe 5 inches in diameter. Frustrated, but now with an understanding of what the doctor meant when she mentioned "incontinence" as something to expect, I clean the floor, shower from the waist down, put on another Goodnite, and resume watching my movie. My boyfriend (let's call him T so as to avoid the phrase "my boyfriend" littering the remainder of this post umpteen times) comes over at around 8 pm. T is familiar with (and sympathetic to) my weak bladder—I've leaked, unintentionally and intentionally, in front of him before, in situations that contextualize/more or less excuse it, e.g., on walks, hikes, long car rides, etc. I've told him about full-blown accidents I've had; his response is always that "it's cute." However, I've never fully peed myself in front of T. The most I've leaked in front of him—up to this point—is a teacup-sized wet spot on my jeans (this happened earlier this month, on hour three of a seven-hour drive.) And I've certainly never worn, nor desired to wear, protective underwear (let's just call them what they are, diapers) diapers in front of him. He knocks on my door with a bouquet of flowers and card in hand, and we continue watching the movie I'd put on three hours earlier (the movie is Paul Thomas Anderson's 1999 film Magnolia, it's really, absurdly long, but otherwise fabulous). Before T arrived, I'd finished my soup, and had roughly 1/2 of a 20oz bottle of Gatorade—upon his arrival, I'd made each of us a peppermint tea with which, at 8:30, I was just about finished. Around 8:45, the credits roll—T and I are on the couch, his head is nestled in the crook of my neck and shoulder, and my legs are swung over his lap. I shift to place a pillow behind my back, scooching closer to T in the process, and feel a twinge in my bladder—followed by a leak. T seems oblivious, and I don't doubt he is, but given the likelihood and imminence of an accident, I open my mouth to say...something. Something, yeah? Anything. To tell him—tell him... Tell him what, exactly? That his 22-year-old girlfriend has no bladder control, at least for the next few days, and needs to wear a diaper? Well, fuck. Here goes nothing. "This is so embarrassing, but—feel my butt," I say. T shoots me a look best described as curiously amused and reaches under my sweatpants (the same pair I'd had an accident in earlier, they'd finished in the wash before T came). For lack of a better term: he gently feels up my padded butt. With his hand still there, I shake my head, breaking eye contact, "I—it's protective underwear," I swallow. "Just—with the surgery—you know, not for forever...for a couple of days, though, I can't—I can't really hold it, like, when I need to pee." I look back up at him. "Can I see what they look like?" asks T. I must look a little taken aback, because T shoots me another look as if to say, "Don't be weird." Sheepishly, I lower the band of my sweatpants. T moves the hand he has on my butt to graze the fabric of the top of the Goodnite, putting a negligible (but in my case, substantial) amount of pressure on my bladder, causing me to spurt. I bite my lip to stop the flow, which must look like my discomfort related to T's touch, who gently lifts his hand. "Don't be embarrassed, I don't care," he says. "I—I'm not embarrassed, it's, um," I stutter, squirming as more pee dribbles out of my urethra. "I just—I need to pee, like, now, and I can't, you know, I can't really hold—" T cuts me off. "Just go." To my surprise, my eyes well up with tears. "It's embarrassing," I say, quietly. T hoists me onto his lap; the motion of this, of course, causes my bladder to spasm, and, against my will, my detrusor muscle relaxes. Continuing to squirm and futilely squeeze my thighs together, I begin peeing uncontrollably into my Goodnite, on my boyfriend's lap. I pee at full force for 45 seconds before the stream of pee wanes to a dribble, and am fleetingly put at ease upon making the judgment that the Goodnite has managed to contain the wetness, when my bladder spasms again. Pee begins audibly hissing against my swollen Goodnite before soaking the fabric of the seat of my sweatpants - my boyfriend's sweatpants. The stream tapers off soon after this, but not before my pee pools onto my boyfriend's lap, saturating his jeans. Slackjawed, I mumble, "I—I couldn't hold it, I really—I couldn't hold it." I feel T nod and gently begin to pet the back of my head. We sit for a minute before T helps me change. I put his jeans and my sweatpants—his sweatpants—in the wash. I'm apologizing profusely at ten or twenty-second intervals throughout all of this, of course, which T responds to by covering his ears and kissing my forehead. 10:00 pm, probably: T insists I go to bed while the washing machine finishes. 11:00 pm, maybe: T takes the clothes out of the dryer. 12:15 pm: Next to me, T reads the second-to-last chapter of his book, when he feels - well, hears - hears the sloshing of me shifting positions in bed, specifically, and reaches his hand between my thighs to check if I'm dry, which I am - albeit not for long; T leaves his hand there for some time, likely weighing his options— To wake me, or not to wake me, that is the question / Whether 'tis nobler in the mind... —and decides to do the latter, which means one thing: he thinks I'm asleep. I'm very much awake. ***More experiences in story form soon, I promise! This took me way longer to write than anticipated, though, so I'm cutting myself off for the day, lol*** Xoxo, A

The other day I was reminded of an incident that happened with me and my first girlfriend. While thinking about how I could use it to write a story, I was reminded of another experience I had with the same girl. Unfortunately, these happened what must’ve been 8 or 9 years ago, and I remember almost no dialogue, and little of the context, although I remember the actual events quite well. Therefore unlike my other fictions, this story is going to be much more fictitious, and I’m going to effectively write a story that incorporates what I remember of the experiences, despite the fact that the experiences happened at different times, because I don’t remember enough to give each one their own story that is mostly accurate to what really happened. The actual omorashi bits will be mostly accurate to the real events however, as I remember them much better. Intro: It was the middle of spring, 2009. It was Friday, unfortunately, and I awoke at 7AM for another “boring” day of Primary School. I was only in Year 4, which sets this story far earlier than any of my others. (Obligatory warning that nothing illegal happens in this story because of the ag of the characters, which I am only making so young because that is literally when this happened and I want to keep this accurate as some events only make sense in the context of Primary School.) While I still wasn’t rally that exited for school, I’d much rather stay at home and read, there was an event of interest. We were going on a school trip to a Roman villa, or at least, a museum built upon the remains of one. I still remember some of this trip, it was one of the best school trips I ever went on. I woke up, and got dressed. I made myself a cup of tea, a task I had only learned to do a year prior and was still trying to refine. I remember around this time that I used to try and experiment with the brewing time to determine how long I liked, back then I liked to remove the teabag almost immediately, meaning I liked the taste of the boiled water rather than the tea, whereas now I prefer 5 or 6 minutes. (This is the problem with my memory. I don’t remember almost any dialogue from this, but I do remember how long I brewed my tea for.) I didn’t know how to cook at this age, so I simply got out the book I was reading and lounged about in the living room and read that for half an hour. I was a very different person back then to now. My family were a bit beyond on technology, our prefered physical media format was VHS, despite DVD coming out 13 years earlier, and we still used a huge armchair sized CRT for TV despite everyone else in our neighbourhood converting to LCDs or Plasma a few years earlier. While I didn’t collect retro technology back then, I wouldn’t have been surprised if you mistakenly thought I did. The reason why I spent my time reading rather than playing a computer game like most of my friends did back then was because our most up-to-date computer was a HP Pavilion dv2000 laptop, that was a museum-piece back then, coming on for 8 years old, that I still own somehow despite it being nearly 17 years old. Anyway, enough about me, my mum came downstairs later, made me some boiled duck eggs for breakfast (don’t ask me why I remember what I had for breakfast that day, I don’t know myself.) and took me to school. I entered my classroom, said hello to my friends, and sat down at a desk at the back of the classroom where I usually would sit because it had a computer on it that I would use to write stories on. I chose this one specifically because it had one of those massive old CRT monitors, rather than the much smaller LCD monitors most of the school computers had moved onto. I preferred the older monitors despite the annoying high-pitched noise they made, (I was used to it from at home though, so it didn’t really bother me.) because the LCD monitors of the day were quite fragile and some of the Neanderthals I called classmates would think it was funny to press down the screen until the liquid crystals dispersed, causing large black splotches that never healed. Nowadays that’s not so much of a problem, but back then it was awful. I used to stick with the CRT displays despite them being nearly as old as me even when I was going there because no matter how hard those idiots tried they could break them so easily. My girlfriend at the time, my first girlfriend, in fact, Sam, came and sat down next to me, and we had a conversation before class started. I never learned what Sam was short for, or at least if I did I never remembered it. I think it was probably short for Samantha, but I don’t remember. I used to know her last name too, but I forgot that a couple of years ago and now I don’t know it anymore. End of Intro: That’s the end of this one for now. It’s just the intro, but I’ll write some more later. I plan to finish my other two stories before I work on this one too much, but I want a reminder of this so I don’t forget the idea before I can write any more of this.

Hello everyone. As promised, here's my first story. A few introductory words: It is set in northern Italy in a fictional town called Bresmona. As a result of the Decorum Act, public urination is now a much worse offense than it used to be. The local mayor has just created the Decorum Patrol, a private police force with the objective of keeping the streets of Bresmona clean and safe. The story centers around a group of high school boys who recently turned 18 and play soccer in a local team, and their social lives. In this first part you'll get to know Luca, his friend Alex and the girls Gloria and Laura. It's a Saturday night near the end of May, and The boys are going to a party at Cascina 99, a local discotheque. It is the place to be on a Saturday night, and the girls are waiting for them inside. Alex and Luca have loaded up on booze in order to get to the party with the right kind of buzz. This story contains vulgar language and swear words, because I have tried to make the characters sound realistic. I apologize for the inevitable misspellings and mistakes. This is it. I hope you enjoy it! 1. "A NIGHT TO REMEMBER" "Ohh yes!" He moaned in relief as a super powerful jet of beer piss came pouring down on the dirt in front of him. His legs spread apart like a good boy, so as to keep his piss from splashing back on his brand new shoes. They were in complete darkness, almost. "Dude, where THE FUCK are you? I can't see shit in here" Luca hissed frustratingly at his friend Alex as he tried to find a way through the trees. They'd loaded up on booze and had been drinking the whole night. They wanted to make sure they'd arrive at the party with the right kind of buzz. Which means now both had to piss like a racehorse. "Fuck you man, you're already pissing! You could've waited for me a second. Holy shit I'm fucking pissing myself here." "Ohh yes. Fuck!" Alex ignored his friend's comment, still moaning in relief, his jet still going strong. "Did we really need to hide this far for a fucking piss?" Asked Luca as he got ready to finally relieve himself "It's the fucking Decorum Patrol" replied Alex "you get caught pissing in public and you get a pretty fucking hefty fine." His stream finally died down. "I don't know about you man, but I got some money in my pocket and last thing I want to do with it is give it to them fucking Decorum faggots." He put his dick back in and zipped up. At his feet, a piss lake replaced the previously dry soil. "Come on, let's go. What? You still gotta piss? Hurry up!" "Look who's talking! You took your sweet time to piss and now you're telling me to hurry up." Luca had just unzipped when suddenly a man's voice broke out: "HEY!" "FUCK!" Luca immediately zipped back up. A flashlight was trying to locate the boys' position among the trees. "Come over here right now. You too." Alex and Luca sheepishly emerged from the trees. A man not much older than them, probably in his mid twenties, was standing still with a flashlight in his hands. Dressed in a black uniform, black cargo pants, on the tight side. On his chest, "Decorum Patrol" written in a yellow font that looked kinda cheesy for a police force. "What are you guys doing?" "We were trying to see what was there behind those trees." Alex came up with the lamest excuse ever. "There's nothing to see there. It's a big park, there's no lights and I don't want you to get hurt. Either go back to the Discotheque or get out of here." "Yes sir." "Come on. Move." So they walked the trail back to the Disco. "Fucking faggots. What the hell do they care if a man takes a fucking piss?" Alex complained while casually touching his crotch from time to time. A last drop of piss had escaped into his underwear. Thank goodness he was wearing black boxer briefs. He planned on getting laid tonight. As for Luca... He was in a much worse situation. He felt like his bladder was about to explode. His mind had been sending signals to his body that it was finally time to pee, but now the Decorum officer had thwarted his plan when he was almost starting to go. "Yeah at least you fucking pissed. I need to go BAD." "Oh come on quit bitching, just use the bathrooms inside." Replied Alex. Thankfully they'd bought the tickets to the event in advance, which meant less queuing for them to do. But queuing still. Luca made sure to stand slightly behind Alex. He crossed his legs and squeezed his dick multiple times, trying to be as discreet as possible. His desperation came in waves, and when it hit, it was almost impossible for him to stand still. He hadn't been this desperate in a long time. It suddenly reminded him of times when he pissed himself as a kid. It unlocked forgotten memories, such as that time he completely disgraced himself in 5th grade coming home from a school trip. He remembered thinking 5th grade was way too old for a kid to wet himself. Was he... Was he gonna wet himself now? At 18? Pfff. No way. He wondered why he even considered it a possibility. He was a MAN. A man with a pretty hot chick waiting inside for him. What the hell was he doing thinking about pants pissing and 5th grade? Fuck that! The line quickly dissolved. They showed their tickets to the bouncer and entered. ________ The building was packed with young and gorgeous human beings of both sexes. The air was hot and hormones filled the room. Everybody was dancing, or trying to dance, or trying to impress the person they wanted to bang. Each body oozing sexual energy. Each mind dominated by transgression. Loud music and strobe lights overwhelmed the senses. "I need to go find Laura. She's waiting for me by the fake palm trees. Meet me at the counter later. Remember we got a free drink with the ticket!" And with that, Alex disappeared into the crowd. Now that Luca was alone, he couldn't help holding himself even more blatantly. "FUCK I need a piss" he thought. "I need to find a bathroom asap." It wasn't his first time here, but it was his first time needing to use the bathroom facilities. He knew it was easier said than done. There would always be a pretty long line at both the men's and the women's. Alcohol knows no genders, and two bathrooms weren't enough to deal with this many young adults and their full bladders. He made his way into the crowd to reach the men's bathroom. With each step he felt his bulging bladder hit against his belt. He tried to walk somewhat normally, but it was difficult. All that beer wanted out. NOW. Thankfully the darkness made it easier for him to go unnoticed. He distractedly bumped into a pretty heavy guy: "hey man, what's your fucking problem? You got a problem with me?" "Fuck – hey I'm sorry man" The guy squared him up for a second, then let him go: "Fuck you. Get the fuck out of here." Luca proceeded in the direction of the bathroom and didn't look back. This confrontation had increased his need to piss even more. He was young, athletic and had a pretty big sense of pride. Normally he wouldn't let random people talk shit to him. He thought he could put up a fight. But not tonight. He was about to piss himself. Ain't nobody ever won a fight by pissing himself. he would have disgraced himself in front of a total strang—oh shut the fuck up! He shushed himself in his thoughts. "Nobody pisses his pants at 18. It's ridiculous." And the bathroom situation was just what he expected. A long line of boys waiting to empty their bladders. His need had escalated even more. Suddenly He felt a sharp pang of desperation travel through his bladder, from his bladder to the shaft, and from the shaft to the tip of his manhood. "Oh shit shit SHIT –" all good. He was back in control of his bladder. "That was close" he thought. "Heyyy!" He heard a female voice rise up from the noise. He turned around and there she was. Gloria, the reason he came here tonight. The short but voluptuous brunette he'd been trying to bang for almost a month. "Heeyy! Where have you been? Laura, Alex and I have been waiting for you by the counter. Come on, let's go get something to drink!" "Fuck" he thought to himself. What now? Should he tell his date he was about to piss himself? Not a great move. And even if he did, he would still have to wait at least another 15 minutes here in front of this fucking bathroom. The line was moving pretty slow. Fuck! He knew it. He should have pissed before coming here. He was so fucking close if it hadn't been for that stupid Decorum motherfucker. He didn't say anything, just put on a fake smile while Gloria grabbed his veiny hand and dragged him away. "I love your shirt" she had to shout to make herself heard while they crossed the dancefloor to get to the bar. "and this... is this One Million? Mmm it's my favorite perfume 😋" Luca was glad to know it. Only... He just hoped One Million wasn't going to turn into One Piss. They got to the counter where Alex and Laura were waiting for them. "Finally! Dude Where the hell have you been?" "Just... I was... Looking... Tryna... Whatever, nevermind" Luca was trying as hard as he could to not show weakness, but his confused reply and body language gave it away. Alex remembered his friend hadn't been able to pee earlier on. He put two and two together. Luca was still bursting for a piss. "FOUR MOJITOS" Alex shouted to the bartender. "Shit" Luca thought to himself. He liked mojito alright. But he sure was not in the mood for any liquid right now. Let alone a fucking mojito. "There you go guys" the waiter placed four ice cold mojitos on the counter, a black plastic straw sticking out from each one. As soon as Luca picked up the glass, the coldness of it travelled though his veins all the way to his bladder. It was like having a little spirit poke his bladder with a needle. He instantly crossed his legs hard, trying to squeeze his bulge with his inner thighs as hard as he could. "Anything wrong?" Gloria asked him. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him. So pretty, so handsome. A white, very elegant Ralph Lauren shirt. A nice complementing pair of jeans. Brand new sneakers, whiter than snow. And underneath... A glorious body shaped by the soccer gods. WHAT A MAN! "Nothing" he replied. "It's the drink... Wow, it's pretty cold" "Yeah, no shit it's cold" he immediately thought to himself "it's full of ice, it's a mojito, what the hell did you expect?? Fuck, I need to FUCKING PISS!!! I can't even think straight. Fuck!" Laura whispered something in Gloria's ears, and Luca immediately took advantage of the situation sneaking a hand in his pocket and giving his dick a big squeeze while Gloria wasn't looking. He tried to look over the dancefloor in the direction of the bathroom. Yep. Hard to see from here, but there's definitely still some people waiting outside. "Hey... Let's go dancing!" Gloria and Laura were desperate to get on the dancefloor with their new boyfriends. The loud music, the chaos, the flickering lights, the smoke, the strobo... What better way to get intimate with them. Luca was also desperate... but a different kind of desperate. Gloria briefly caressed her womanhood. She was definitely not dry down there. "Yeah! Let's go!" And so the girls dragged their boyfriends on to the dancefloor. The DJ had just put on a new song. A remixed version of the 1990s hit "What is love" now filled the room. Alex and Laura disappeared into the crowd. Gloria put her arms around Luca's neck. The strobo lights made it look like a sequence of still shots. Her eyes and smile had LOVE written all over them. She pushed her womanhood close to Luca's bulge and gave him a passionate kiss. Luca was not enjoying it as he should. His dick was limp and unresponsive. His mind was focussed on one thing. I NEED TO PISS. They fiercely made out. She kissed him on his lips, then french kissed, then she kissed him on his neck leaving him a lipstick-tinted love bite. She was the one taking the initiative. He felt like a ragdoll. The music got quieter. Everyone was singing along to the lyrics: "What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more... No more No more No more No more More More More More More more more more More more more more MoMoMoMo MoMoMoMo MOMOMOMOMOMOMOMO –" as the DJ was ready to drop the beat, it happened. Luca felt a shiver in his bladder and down his spine. A warm sensation in his boxer briefs. His mind had yet to register what was happening. Gloria was standing still in front of him, smiling and looking him in the eyes, her arms still around his neck, when a powerful jet of piss erupted from his member, washing his scrotum, licking his butthole and quickly saturating his underwear with piss. Then flowed down both of his legs with great force, drenching both the front and the back of his jeans. It was a flood. The piss rapidly got to his socks and pooled inside his shoes. A steady trickle of piss flowed from his left cuff down to the floor, creating a big puddle of piss. He was pissing himself. At 18. In front of his girlfriend. He tried to stop the flow, but his contractions only made the piss flow out of his cock even faster. There was no stopping this. The beat dropped, and Luca was still pissing. After three or four bladder spasms, which sent an additional load of piss down his pants, he was finally finished. He wiggled his toes and they were in a pool of piss. Touched his crotch with his left hand – soaked. He moved his hand back where his butthole is – soaked. The inside of his legs – soaked. He had just pissed himself. Period. His mind was going a 100 miles an hour. Now relief, now embarrassment, now relief, now WHAT THE FUCK AM I GONNA DO NOW?" And that was just the beginning. Gloria felt something weird under her feet. She removed her arms from Luca's neck and looked down. "What... Yeeeww... What the hell... Why's the floor all wet all of a sudden?" ________ END OF PART 1 Let me know what you think! Keep following this thread for more! New parts will be posted down here in the comments.

Hey everyone, I've seen this question quite a lot about to tell your bf/gf and how to do so. So I've decided to share my personal experiences with this. My second girlfriend. We were together for some months, when I was hit by an exceptionally strong wave of omorashi-needs (sometimes there were months and months without any interest in it). I came home from work and was so desperately longing for a piss in my jeans that I straight went into the shower, peed myself and showered fully clothed. Since I was still living at my parents house these days, I invented a story for my parents with some kid puking on me while I was shopping. My girlfriend however, waiting in my room, noticed that something was going on in my head. I had considered telling her for some weeks now and I felt this might be the day. So we cuddled in my bed and at first I was avoiding eye contact. I was deeply ashamed even before telling her a single word. But I already had started on the path of "There is something I didn't tell you" so there was no backing away anymore. After some minutes I turned to her and brought up all my courage, looking her in the eye. "I'm sexually turned on by something I'm really, really ashamed of." This sentence alone might have caused the biggest and strongest peak of shame I had ever felt in my life to this date. But she neither laughed nor backed away but looked at me reassuringly, saying "Okay?". It was a polite "okay", not a suspicious one. I went on. "I... I like the feeling of... peeing..." She remained curious and respectful, but didn't say anything. "Of... peeing in my pants." The silence was hammering in my ears. I expected her to laugh any moment. But she didn't. She just nodded. "Okay? So you pee in your pants sometimes?" "I... yes." I was half thrilled by the fact she was still talking to me and had not yet escaped from my room. And the other half was drowning in shame. "I also love to see girls pee in their jeans." I added boldly. She looked quite a bit more curious now. "Why?" "Well... I... I don't know exactly. I think it's because I like the feeling myself. The naughty part about it. It's forbidden to just go in your pants. And the anticipation after deciding to do it and the feeling of it flowing, of really going while in pants and jeans... it makes my heart beat and it makes me really, really horny. And seeing a girl doing this with the thought she might get equally turned on makes me go nuts." She smiled at me. "So if I, mind, put on my jeans now and peed in them, you would go nuts?" The thought was unbelievable. "Yes." She hugged me very, very closely. "Thank you!" she whispered. "What for?" I asked really insecure. "For showing me how much you trust me. Because you don't tell this to everybody." "No" I laughed. It was the kind of laugh to shake of a huge amount of anxiousness. "No, I wouldn't. In fact you are the only human being who knows. Since some minutes." Then she stood up suddenly. I was wondering what she was up to, when I saw her picking up her jeans. I was in mild shock. "Baby, what... you don't have to... I..." "I want to." she smiled at me. "Do you want me to?" there was a really naughty expression on her face now. I couldn't really say some coherent words at this moment. She fetched my jeans as well. "Here. You wanna join?" I really didn't know what was happening. I put on my jeans whatching her putting on hers. Then she asked "How do you like it?" "What do you mean?" I replied still mildly in shock. "Well, standing, sitting..." "That's just... I don't know. Everything is naughty, I think." My heart was racing and beating up to my head. "Okay... whew..." she was standing there, her legs slightly apart. After some moments she said "I can't". My heart fell a little but its pace took up just a little bit more, when I replied "well, this is normal. There is a barrier that prevents you from doing such things like going in your pants. It's this thrill I love so much." and she nodded. "Well, then let's see how long it might take to overcome this..." she breathed deeply. "...barrier." The last word was more a moan than voice. "Oh my god, this feels... different." She was breathing quite heavily now. "I still can't go. Although I really need to pee. But just letting go doesn't work. I want to let go. I really want to." I was sitting on my bed not believing what I was seeing. I was totally stunned and already had a huge boner, just from looking at her. At her perfect shaped body, with her legs slightly apart. Oh my god, I wanted to feel her right now, hold her, kiss her... She closed her eyes, very clearly in excitement. "Oh... my... this barrier makes my heart race like mad. My mouth is totally dry now. How do you do that?" "I think I'm used to it by now. I've did it quite a few times by now, you know?" I admitted with a little tinge of shame. Then she gasped "Oh my god...". There was the smallest dark patch in her crotch now. She panted "Oh my god, this was intense. Just some drops, before my body intervened. But, oh my god. I want more." She breathed heavily while looking down at her pants. For some moments nothing happened, but my room was crackling with tension. Then a considerably larger spurt than the first one shot into her pants and darkened her jeans. She looked at me and must have seen my excitement. "Do you like that?" she smiled. I nodded and panted breathlessly "Yes. I like that. Oh my god, this looks so hot." "Do you want to take a picture?" she teased me. I swallowed. "May I?" "As long as you can't see my face." "I promise." I took my mobile phone while she turned around. (At this time I have to apologize. The cameras of the mobile phones these days were... well, see for yourself) After showing her the picture and getting the permission to keep it, I dared to ask for a favor. "Would you mind if we..." I began. "What should I do?" she smiled naughtily. "Sit on me." "But don't you have to pee?" she teased me, standing next to me. "Well, I do." "Then go. If you like." My heart was racing again. "Should I do anything?" she asked? Without a word I started kissing her and she hugged me deeply. Then I started peeing in my pants. It was not soo easy, since I still was rock hard. But the feeling was absolutely blissful. There I was, standing next to this wonderful young woman who had just peed in her jeans some moments ago, kissing and huggin her, while peeing in my jeans. I was in heaven. "You wanted me to sit on you." she whispered in my ear after a moment. I nodded and fell onto my bed. She climbed onto my lap. There she was. On top of me. With her pissed jeans. I took another pictore of this moment, again apologies for the quality. "I have to pee some more" she admitted with a mixture of timidity and naughtyness. "You can go whenever you want." She looked me directly into my eyes, relaxing visibly, meeting the barrier more visibly by breathing heavier... then her face got some kind of orgasmic expression and a warm wetness spread around my crotch, tickled my already wet penis and my balls and soaked into my jeans even more. "You really love that, don't you?" She smiled sheepishly. I simply nodded. I couldn't believe what was happening here. "Do you want to see my butt?" She asked, again smiling naughtily. "Yes." I panted. I was nearing an unvoluntary orgasm at this time. So she stood up and turned around. Again I took a picture with her permission. It looked absolutely amazing. Shortly after this we undressed while kissing madly and had sex nearly the whole night. This was the first time in my life I had shared my biggest and deepest fantasy and at the same time my biggest fear. The outcome was just perfect. We had many, many more wet days for the rest of our relationship. One day after a christmas market (she was wearing thick long woolen pants under her jeans, which turned me on quite a lot since they were really absorbent) she gave me head in my room and suddenly totally peed herself at the same time, saying she couldn't hold it and didn't want to interrupt. I took a picture of her jeans afterwards. And some times when I was sitting at my computer and she wanted my attention, she simply walked over, sat on my lap, also facing the monitor and peed... or she just stood in front of me, blocking my view... this worked every time! Sadly this relationship ended after two years mostly due to my fault. But with her I had my first shared omorashi-moments and learned the very, very important lesson, that trust is much more important than shame. She always said, there was nothing to be ashamed of. All I did I did on my own. I was not harming anyone. And she even said she was a bit jealous, because I had this. I had something that made me incredibly horny and gave me a tremendous feeling of excitement, sexual arousal and satisfaction. And she valued very much, that I was bold enough to tell her and that I trusted her. Judging by this experience I would heartily encourage everyone to tell your partner. However... there are more experiences to share. EDIT: many typos, sorry 🙈

(Fictional) So, you’ll never guess how bizarre my experience was telling my girlfriend Emilia my feelings. So, we’re both girls and she was always talking about how much she liked this guy or that guy or who knows what. Yet, when push came to shove and said guys ever tried to make a move on her, she’d reject them without a blink. She’s beautiful you see, I mean you look at her and think she should go into modelling, and we know how competitive that is. To me she was my best friend, someone I really connected with. She is smart, cunning, beautiful, err… See, I had a crush on her for years at this point but we’d been friends since high school and I never heard her once mention being into girls unless it was in a fake sorta “girl crush celebrity crush” thing. I didn’t want to risk messing up our friendship since she’s probably not into girls. But, there were moments where I wondered if just maybe she felt the same. The glint in her eye when we’d be talking for hours, the way that she laughed at my jokes that no one else did. This story took place when we were both 19 and freshmen at the same University. And of course, here we were again, talking about- “BOYS! am I right?” she said throwing her head back in laughter. “He should just give it up” I laughed. If you’re curious about how we look I’ll give you a quick description. My name’s Amanda, I’m 5’6, slim build, I have curly long blonde hair and a few small light freckles around my nose. I have light blue eyes and have been told I’m “crazy girly,” So that’s me lol. Amelia is about the same height as me, slim build, has gorgeous long brown hair that she curls the bottom of, light brown eyes, and is girly too but doesn’t wear dresses everyday like I do. Anyways, back to the story. Then the bell rang and it was time to go home. Amelia said she would come over to my place to study Chemistry together. She was quite a bit better at it than me so I of course was in. As we were about to leave the school Amelia stopped walking for a second. “Actually, I’m just gonna run to the bathroom for a sec, all that lemonade went right through me." It had been a pretty hot day earlier. We did indeed drink quite a lot of water and juice to stay hydrated. Now it was about 5:30p.m. and a nice cool breeze had picked up making the temperature rather perfect. I just stood outside the doors and enjoyed it. A moment later Amelia returned, “darn, they’re being cleaned right now.” “You could probably just go in anyways.” I said. “It’s okay, I’ll wait till we’re at your place.” she said. Funny enough, Amelia was a bit shy when it came down to it, so it’s not unlike her to not want to disturb someone just doing their job cleaning. We began our 30 minute walk to my student residence. I lived in a small house I rented with 3 other students. They were all on exchange programs right now so I had the place to myself for a while. After about 5 minutes of walking I noticed Amelia was sort of gripping the front of her shirt every so often and walking a little strange. I’ve always fantasized about omorashi practically as long as I can remember. So I couldn’t help myself but wonder and asked. “You alright?” “Hmm?” she said. “You’re just walking a little weirdly, did you hurt your foot or something?” She laughed a little. “No no, honestly I just really need to pee. I didn’t realize how bad it was. Haven’t had to go this bad in forever.” “We could go back if you’d like?” I offered (secretly hoping she’d say no). “It’s fine, we’re already on our way. I can hold it.” she said. We continued talking about our days at school, we took different courses so our schedules were completely different. I noticed that the more minutes that passed the more erratic her breathing became and she began to stutter just a little every so often. I couldn’t help but feel incredibly hot and aroused. I didn’t know what to do, I just wanted this moment to last longer and kept stealing glances at her trying not to make it obvious that I was pretty much staring. I notice her inching her hands downwards as if trying to resist holding herself in front of me and people we were walking by. She was trying to act normal, how cute I thought. About ten minutes from my place she stood still and crossed her legs suddenly and her face went a bit red. I turned and looked at her. “You okay, Emilia?” “Sorry, I just needed to cross my legs. Fuck, I need to go pee.” she said. “We’re almost there” I said. I put my hand on her shoulder and gently stroked her arm. She looked up at me and I smiled at her. She collected herself and took a deep breath. “Okay, I can make it," she said. I was going crazy inside. I couldn’t help it, I basically loved this girl and here she was playing out my biggest fantasy. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t clear my mind of all the things I wanted to do with her right now. We walked even slower to try and make it easier for her moving her legs less. We got to my front porch after 10 minutes and she stood at the base of the three steps leading up to my front door. “…just.. give me a sec.” she said. She bent over and took a couple more deep breaths. She stood up as straight as she could and walked very slowly up the steps and stood beside me. All I wanted was for this to last longer, to pretend I forgot my keys maybe. But I also didn’t want her to be in discomfort longer than needed if she’s suffering or something. I took out my keys and began fumbling with them to grab the right one. I looked at her and noticed she was holding herself bluntly now and bent over a bit staring at my hands as I put the key into the lock and turned it. She began to dance just a little on the spot and bent her head down as I opened the door. It was so fucking cute, I must have been red as well. I was about to open the door when she did her best to stand up and looked right into my eyes and said. “I really don’t know if I can make it inside Amanda,” she looked so sad. I could see tears welling up in her eyes just a little. And she was not one to cry, I mean barely ever have I seen her shed a tear in all these years. “You can, it’s just a few more steps.” I said. “I really can’t, if I move I think it’ll start coming out,” she said, her voice a little shaky. I guess I really just couldn’t hold back after she said that.” “Want me to help?” I asked. “You could lean on me or something.” (I really was wishing I could help in another way though.) She looked at me with her big brown eyes and gave me a little nod. I just stood there for a second. Mesmerized. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The girl I was helplessly in love with standing in front of me, looking right into my eyes, desperate and unable to hold it in well enough to walk. I seriously couldn’t move either for that moment, it was a bit of a long moment though so she eventually began to look a little puzzled at me while beginning to dance just a little again. “Amanda?” She asked. “Sorry- I just uhhh…” I put my hand out slowly on her shoulder again and gently stroked down her arm to her hand. I noticed her face go redder. She crossed her legs together tightly and took my hand into hers and held it firmly. She looked at me with a pained glance. And that was all I could take. I walked right up to her and looked into her eyes and began moving in slowly to kiss her. Really slowly to see if she’d pull back or try to stop me. But instead she closed her eyes and moved in and kissed me right then. She gripped my hand even tighter and we began kissing passionately and I put my hand around her back and held gently onto her hair as we kept kissing. I noticed her body moving a bit erratically as we kissed and wondered how she was doing with that situation still. I tried to look down out of the corner of my eye and noticed her legs shaking a little and her free hand holding herself tightly digging her fingers right in to her jeans to hold on. I pulled back for a moment and without saying anything I opened the door and helped her step inside and closed the door behind us. I turned around to see her still standing right by me, unable to move from holding herself and crossing her legs. Even so, she was still staring at me smiling a little and took one hand to pull me back to her. I placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her slightly so her back was facing the wall. Then I led her backwards and pressed her against it. I looked at her and began kissing her again suddenly and moved my right hand off her shoulder and moved it slowly down her side and over her butt and rested it there for a moment. God her body is hot. I felt back up and squeezed her boob. She let out a slight moan. My hand wondered right to her crotch where her other hand was holding firmly. I began to try and put my hand under hers and heard her whimper a little with concern. I looked at her and once my hand was under hers I held her as firmly as she had been. She breathed out in relief and I saw her relax just a little with my help. This was all so surreal, I could not believe it was happening. I began rubbing my hand slowly up and down and she began moaning so softly into my ear. I used my other hand to unbutton her jeans and zip them down. She moaned out louder as my finger unzipping the zipper went over and pressed her bladder softly. I looked at her. “Can I take these off?” She nodded and I could tell she was bracing herself and I took my hand away from holding her crotch. I then quickly pulled her jeans down over her hips and slid them down to her ankles where she slowly and carefully stepped out of them. I quickly opened the sofa bed just a few feet away and led her slowly over to it. She held onto herself the whole time and sat down on the sofa. I got on top of it beside her and gently laid her backwards and she shifted up so she was completely on it lying down now. Still holding herself and whimpering just a little. I could tell she was in a lot of discomfort. I laid beside her and put one arm under her head, holding her to me slightly. I then stroked down her body with my other hand and lightly over her bladder. She winced. I tried to move her hand away from her crotch but she wouldn’t let go. “I’m going to wet myself if I do that…” she said worriedly. I began to kiss her again and as I did slowly maneuvered my hand under her holding her firmly again at first but as we continued kissing I very slowly reduced my firm hold and began stroking her over her panties. For a moment she seemed to give in and started kissing me harder and moaning louder. Then she suddenly squeezed her legs together tightly and I felt the smallest damp spot on her panties. She pulled back. “I’m sorry, I can’t hold it if you do that.” “It’s okay, just relax.” I said, seeing the pained expression on her face. I doubt it was easy for her to stop herself there, it probably hurt a little. I kissed her again and gently tried spreading her legs. She wasn’t moving them at first and I started to just press on her clit and stroke her with her legs closed. She was shaking just a little and moaning as she put her hand around my back and dug her nails in a little. I then put my hand under her panties gently, avoiding her bladder, and tried to move my fingers down. She moaned louder and opened her legs finally to allow my hand to touch directly on her clit. I began rubbing it and she gasped. She clenched her legs together. I whispered “It’s okay, relax Amelia.” as I used my arm to press on her bladder a little. She dug her nails harder into my back. “-but…” I pressed harder on her bladder and pushed at her legs with my hand. She opened them and I immediately started stroking her clit fast and with more pressure. I felt her body tense fiercely under me as she moaned out. I cut her moan short as I kissed her hard and I felt her body relax under me as she released her nails from my back. I felt it right away, she started peeing right on my hand as I continued stroking her. She pulled away from my kiss and started moaning so loudly and smiling with relief. I kept rubbing her clit as I felt her stream strong against my fingers and not seeming to ever end. When she finally stopped peeing, she continued moaning and I kept up my pace. She held onto the bed with both her hands and dug in her fingers. “I’m cumming!” she said. I saw her stomach clench and relax as she moaned out so loud I thought the neighbours might hear. I just stared at her as she orgasmed, I couldn’t help it. I stop and leaned in, kissing her once more. We lay there in silence for a moment. “What just happened?” she finally said, smiling and laughing a little. “Well, I’d been meaning to tell you…” I said, laughing myself. “I kinda guessed. I feel the same way about you, I just suck at saying anything,” she smiled. And that’s how we found out we liked each other. We’ve had many more amazing experiences together since and we’re still together. Funny enough, she later told me she had never had a pee fetish before but that day had changed everything for her. *note: I didn't really proof read this so hopefully the grammar is okay. If you have any story requests let me know! Any feedback is appreciated, lmk what you think of this story ^.^

She broke up with me sadly due to the fact that "we do not understand each-other" . And that she never saw me happy while i was with her (and never had an honest smile.) She always tried to cheer me up, trying to make me a better person, but things didn't changed because i fucked up(seemed that i hide my happiness always from everyone and i don't know why,because i did not do that purposely), and she used all of her energy for this... also i sadly have a bat habit for making her feel bad from my tone which she tells me that i'm attacking her when i use this tone of my(as far as i know this tone of mine is what i use when i'm being sarcastic..i tried to explain to her but she says't that it's different..) and also tend to roll my eyes rudely, but honestly i don't do this because i'm rude, it's just means that i'm tired of all the shit or i'm stressed or just do it sometimes casually for no reason... I asked her if i change can we start it from all over again, and she said maybe (i think that's what she said, no pun intended) but she can't promise a thing.. i don't want to see she's having another boy instead of me, i really don't want to see that.. i cannot allowed this to happen because i love her so much..(never have i ever had somebody to love so much like this) Maybe one thing that made me such a dick is the lack of sex...(yes, pathetic i know, i'm pathetic) but we haven't had sex in more than a month! It's not because she didn't wanted it, but it was because of the circumstances, and i'm not angry at her, i'm mad at the circumstances... fuck them . I was so happy with her, that i'm not alone and having to jerk myself off and watching porn all the time.. i don't want this phase to come back.. i just don't I feel very sad about this and want her back. I have decided that i'm not going to be depressed anymore, and i want to get rid off my bad habit. I want to prove her that i can change and that i'm doing it for her.Because i love her so much.. she means everything to me and i want both of us to have a future with each-other.. Hell, i even promised myself to get rid of my diaper fetish..because i don't want it to have a place in our relationship... i'm trying to avoid sad music at all cost to not let myself cry because off all this, you know i promised.. no more tears(no pun intended as well)..no more depression.. So i'm trying to keep myself alive and console myself with Almost Easy by A7X. Please, i don't want to have answers that tell me to move on.. i don't want to.. and i wrote this topic to ask your help guys to get her back.. pretty please..

So, it's been 1 week since i got a match on tinder with a girl(that was on Monday). We went on a few date since then(Thursday ,Friday,Saturday and Sunday) we had pretty good times in every date, and kissed each-other a lot on Saturday and Sunday(so we're in a relationship since Friday). But something has changed.. I feel less attractived to diapers. I wanted to order some online, but this happened... is that normal or it's just i'm not used to having a girlfriend? A few weeks ago i was very excited for this moment where i can wear diapers again, but suddenly had a girlfriend from nowhere and had mixed feelings. Can i still order diapers because it's normal and going to change or should i just leave it because i have a girlfriend ? I also worry because what if i lose my whole interest in diapers? can this happen like that? ps:i did not had sex with her yet,because of her diet , and she has an infection (not a significant or serious ) in her ovary

I have seen a few accidents in my life time, some done for me, some were specifically accidents. But I certainly have one that is specifically memorable for having a little bit of a combination. Namely when my ex and I walked back from a night out which took about 40 minutes, but was fuelled by alcohol and a warm evening. We had been out at a club and partied hard, but as we wanted to save money during our University days we decided to walk back. It wasn't going to be that long, we originally thought it would have been 25 minutes, but we didn't realise how much the consumption of alcohol would impact our walking speed back. I went to the bathroom before we left. She was going to, stating she needed a wee. When I returned, she hadn't been as there was a long line and we wanted to get home by this point. Clubbing wasn't our thing. We were both reasonably casual. She was in a long dressy type t-shirt, blue with leggings that were black and flat shoes, but still looked fantastic. We weren't the most fancy of people. About 5 minutes into our journey, being the vocal person that she was and knowing how much I enjoyed omorashi etc, she was constantly saying she was "bursting for a wee" and really desperate. The occasional pee dance was breaking out. The regular complaints were driving me pretty crazy by this point, I am not going to lie. About 10 minutes in though, she was not quite so teasing due to her legitimate need to pee that was getting predicable worse and worse. The curse and beauty of alcohol. Occasionally the hand would drift and give a squeeze between the legs, and she would stop and make sucking noises as waves of desperation rolled over her. Eventually, she had her hand, while walking in small steps, permanently between her legs. This was scrunching up her dress in a really cute way but she was genuinely bursting for a wee. After a while like this walking and "OMG I need a wee", she froze. I asked her what was wrong and she stated that she wasn't going to be able to make it home. Standing there, questioning what to do next, she said, I don't think I can move, I just leaked. Stood there now, legs now crossed, hands between them, wiggling to her hearts content there was eventually a slow drip, which turned into a cascade as she peed all down her leggings and through her hand and dress. The puddle grew and grew on the pavement in the park that we had reached, about half way through our journey. It split into two rivers to either side of the path as she peed for ages. An absolute tonne. She remained rooted to the spot, her hand remaining where it was, her legs remaining crossed, developing into two little waterfalls from her knees as she peed and peed. Eventually, she finished. Soaking wet leggings and my mouth a little open. From here we carried on walking , she taking her shoes off due to the them being uncomfortably wet. She had very wet leggings, although there were some dry patches that you could see, quite clear in the street lamps. She also had a semi circle on her t-shirt / dress where she had kept her hand clenched as she wet herself. We carried on walking now, fortunately the summer giving us a warm night for us to walk back. This wasn't the end of the adventures however. Closer to our university house at the time is a bridge that we need to cross. This was only about 10 minutes further along, but we didn't anticipate the amount of alcohol that we had drunk to catch her up so quickly. She had drank significantly more than myself so it caught her up really quickly. As we got to the bridge, she stopped and said that she needed to go again and couldn't be bothered to hold it. Her muscles hurt from previous time that she had held it for so long. She just stood in the middle of this bridge, the street lamps illuminating her perfectly as she stood and peed in her leggings for a second time. You could see the flow down the sides of her legs as she stood there relaxed peeing on the bridge. It dripped off the side as she again peed a significant amount, evidently fill quickly after breaking the seal so early on in the night. Still bare footed, she shook the drips off as she finished peeing and splish splashed out of her, admittedly, smaller puddle than before. She gave a small wiggling of her bum and flicked her dress up as she walked on from finishing her second wetting of the night in a short amount of time. I knew she had no underwear on and it was clearly evident with her soaking bum. We continued walking, her feet leaving little foot prints as we continued wondering on. We eventually arrived back at the house and wondered upstairs, 10 - 15 minutes later. Fortunately her house mates were still out at the club that we had come from, us arriving before them due to our limit being reached. Obviously, we both wanted to shower now. Our club endeavour being a hot and sweaty one. We both wondered up stairs and stripped in the bathroom. She turned on the water and stood to the side of it in the bath as I stood outside, the shower running beside. She stated that she needed to pee again, and with zero hesitation let ripped as she stood with no clothes on next to the shower, inside of the bath. Not as strong as the others, this tiny cascade ran down her legs and over her feet and down the bath plug. Clear as crystal, she peed for a fairly decent length, giving me a grin. I climbed in as she finished and will leave the story there...

Hi guys, Here's a brief story that happened when I went to a music festival with my then girlfriend (we'll call her Jess) a few years ago. ***** We'd just finised seeing the last band of the night and were making our way back to where we'd camped at the far end of the festival away from the main arena. We'd been drinking steadily throughout the night and while we weren't blackout drunk, we'd consumed a lot of fluid over the course of the day and were fairly tipsy. I stopped off at the big block of toilets in the main arena to take my last pee before going to bed. By this point of the weekend the toilets were in an awful state, and so Jess said she would wait and use the less busy toilets nearer our campsite away from the footfall of the main arena. On returning from the toilets I found Jess standing and bobbing subtlely from foot to foot, not enough to alert the casual observer of her need, but certainly notcieable if you knew the signs to look for! We started back towards the campsite and as the toilet block came into view Jess groaned. The maintenance staff were emptying the portaloos, and as a result had closed half of them, meaning that a large queue had formed for the remaining available toilets. At a guess there were a good 50 people waiting to use a bank of around 5 portaloos. Jess sighed and turned to me, "what do you think I should do, I can't wait here all night, I'm freezing!" "It's really up to you babe, how bad do you need to go?" I replied. "Kinda bad, I guess I've only been a couple of times all day and we've had quite a bit to drink, but I find it hard to tell when I'm drunk" "Well, we can wait here for the queue to go down, we can try and find some other toilets if you want" I suggested. Jess paused for thought, glancing again at the ever growing queue. "I just wanna go to bed, I think I'll be fine, I'm a big girl" she smiled, and began walking off towards our tent. We had picked a spot near the entrance to the festival that meant to go between our tent and the main arena, you had to walk down a short dirt track that had been fenced off to keep the festival goers out of the surrounding woodland. In the morning when we had gone into the festival, this track had been dry and rather dusty from all the site vehicles passing over it. However in the intervening hours the great British weather and the various traffic along the track had turned it to sludge that was virtually impossible to navigate. We battled our way down it and then made our way through a maze of guy ropes to our tent. Jess stooped to grab the zip of our tent door, wincing almost imperceptibly as she did so. "Ooh, I think I may need to go worse than I thought" she said with a strained voice. "I'm sure you'll be fine babe, we'll be back up in a few hours anyway so not too long to wait" I tried to reassure her. She smiled uncertainly in response but opened the tent door went inside. We both got changed out of our clothes and climbed into our sleeping bags. I was exhausted from walking around in the sun and drinking all day, so sleep should have come fairly easily, but I couldn't help but be distracted by Jess shuffling around next to me, making a loud rustling sound on the tent floor with each movement. "Babe are you ok?" I called out softly through the haze of impending sleep, after trying to drift off for half an hour or so. "I really need the loo, I don't think I can wait all night" she meekly replied. "I'm absolutely dying for a wee, those last couple of beers have really caught up with me." She sat up slowly next to me and cradled her bladder with one hand. Even in the dark and half asleep I could see that it was bulging out dramatically, particualrly as she was normally very slim in build. "Fuck, there's only one thing for it" she said suddenly. "Can you keep watch for me?" "What do you mean babe?" "Get dressed and stand up outside like your brushing your teeth or something, keep watch for anyone." "Don't you want to try the toilets back there, I bet the queue has gone down now" I replied. "I can't, I'm absolutely bursting and if I tried to get changed and then get back down that muddy track, I don't think I'd make it in time." She had taken on an urgent, commanding tone so I did as she had asked and quickly got dressed. "Right, keep an eye out and let me know if there's anyone coming, is the coast clear?" I stood up and scanned the area around us that was largely deserted, but for a group huddled round a campfire some 50 metres away. "Yep, coast's clear" I replied. With that, she squatted down and began to pee, just a trickle at first, barely audible on the grass, but soon quickening to a forceful torrent that would have been easily heard by anyone awake in the tents immediately next to us. Jess peed at full force for at least 30 seconds, an expression of pure bliss etched across her face the whole time as she let go the many pints of beer she had consumed over the course of the evening. Her stream slowed again to a trickle and eventually stopped. Jess wiped herself, pulled up her underwear and we both climbed back into the tent and were quickly sound asleep. The next day Jess drank noticeably slower and made far more regular bathroom trips, and luckily (for her at least) avoided any more mishaps that weekend. ***** Hope you guys enjoyed, I have one or two other stories involding Jess in predicaments such at this, if anyone would like to hear them please let me know.

I remember an event that occurred roughly a year ago with my girlfriend. It was a cool day, so we decided to take a stroll in the woods. They were maybe half a mile from my house and several miles in length, so I knew we would be gone for awhile. It was technically considered trespassing, but that didn't deter us; in fact, we preferred it. Part of the appeal of the woods was the privacy. If we had to worry about other people bothering us, we would have avoided them all together. The law was never a problem; we considered it a blessing in disguise. When we got to the entrance, we climbed over the small hill that hid the main path. It was a wide, dirt path surrounded by trees. It had been a long time since it had seen use by anyone other than us (and maybe the occasional homeless person). People used to drive ATVs and dirt bikes through it, but for some reason it fell out of style. We made small talk as we trekked. The dirt beneath us felt and looked like sand, with its soft, shifty nature, and its almost white appearance. Occasionally, we would hear something in the bushes and we would grow deathly silent. She would always stiffen up in fear, but I always waited with curiosity. Whenever I was with her, my eyes would often drift. It was hard not admiring her body. Despite being a mostly fit white girl, she had very large breasts. She would often wear shirts and bras that accentuated them nicely, leaving her with a... rather generous amount of cleavage. I don't believe it was a deliberate attempt at being sexy, but it was that very innocence that made it as appealing as it was. It was maybe thirty minutes into the walk when she made a comment which caught my attention - or rather, demanded it. "I should have peed before we left." She didn't look at me when she said it. It was insignificant. "What's wrong? You gotta go?" "Yeah, a little bit, but I can hold it." We kept walking. I started to think about her need. I imagined her desperate and dancing. I thought of urine running down her legs; of her jeans getting soaked. I wondered if anything would come of it. There was no way of knowing if she had just said it or if she had truly meant it. Sometimes she would see something cute or nice, and with a quiet "Awwwww" or a quick gasp, she would rush up to it. Out of compulsion I would look at her behind. Once again, she had a very nice bottom for a white girl. It was big and worked well with her slightly wide thighs. I was never too picky, but something of her form was extremely appetizing. When she turned around to walk back, I would steal a glance at her legs. The small area right below the button of her jeans, where the legs met; it was impossible not to look for at least a moment. I loved to picture her undoing that button and sliding her jeans to the ground, showing me the color of her panties, and then revealing her entire being. Another ten minutes went by before the topic was breached again. "Ohhhh, I gotta pee." As she complained, she bounced lightly up and down, her legs closed tight. At this point I knew that she was serious. She could still make it; actually, she would most likely make it. Still, it fueled my imagination - as well as my hopes. Needless to say, I was infatuated with her, but not just physically. There were plenty of women whom I found attractive, but she was one of the few I could truly connect with. We could have long, deep conversations. It didn't matter if we agree or disagreed; all that mattered was that we could comfortably talk. Another 15 minutes went by. "Oh man..." Her hand stroked her leg for a moment. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "... It's only been 45 minutes. I can't believe you have to go this bad already." "It's been longer than that... I told you I didn't use the toilet before we left." She gave me a fake, teasing frown. "You don't want to turn back, do you?" "... No, no, I'll be fine!" She also had beautiful hair. It was smooth and silky, golden blond, and went past her shoulders in length. I loved to run my fingers through it as she relaxed; or just to stare at it - wet and matted down - when she left the shower. Ten minutes passed before she spoke again. I suppose she had initially stayed silent out of the shame, but the urge had grown to be too much to bear alone. "Crap... I've gotta gooooo!" Her hand started to gravitate to the small area below the button of her jeans that I found so attractive. She had started to hold herself. She couldn't possibly last much longer. My imagination grew more fervent and restless. "You look like you're in a bit of a situation," I teased. "Yes! I have to pee!" She stopped and bounced up and down like she had before, but it meant so much more with both hands buried in her crotch. She was only a few inches shorter than me. She wasn't as petite as most girls, but she wasn't tall either. In my eyes, it was a perfect mix. Another 10 minutes went by until when we reached the end of the woods; or rather, the end of the circuit. They looped around, and all we had to do to head back was keep following the path. "I dunno if I'm gonna make it." "Oh, come on, it can't be that bad," I teased. "It is!" She whined. "I don't think I can make it home." Her words left me aroused. Finally, it was almost guaranteed that she would have an accident. That was unless she did one thing... "I think I might have to pee out here." "Wow, really? You never pee outside." "Yeah, and I usually don't have to go this bad." "I dunno, I've seen you pretty bad-off before." "That was differeeeeent!" She bounced. "I feel like I'm gonna explode!" "Well, look, we're already half-way through. You held it this far, I'm sure you can make it back." "But I can't! I've really, REALLY gotta go." She was teasing me. "Hmm... how about this: you hold it until we get home and I'll take you out?" "... So you want me to risk wetting myself so we can go on a date?" "Well, when you put it like that..." I laughed. "And if I don't make it?" Her tone was strained, but I could tell by the words she was playing along. "I'll still take you out. The only condition is that you TRY." "Ohhhhhhhhh," She leaned over and grabbed herself. "Alright, fine." She was the best. Her desperation started off quiet. She didn't talk much and she had started to walk slowly. Every once in awhile she would mutter something about needing to go or about how she was about to wet herself, but that was the extent of it. Soon enough, though, she grew more livid. I no longer had to slow down for her, and at times, she would be so far ahead she'd have to stop and wait. "Hurry up!" She bounced. "I'm coming. Christ, you've gotta slow down." "I can't or I'm not gonna make it!" With each step her hips swayed widely and quickly. I enjoyed watching her butt go back and forth, her legs mashed together, trying to contain the torrent of pee that begged for release. Suddenly, she stopped. Her hands gripped tight on her crotch and she was slightly bent over, as if the urge had become unbearable. "What's wrong?" I looked at her, concerned. "... I think I went a little." "Oh, you did? Do you... mind if I see?" "I don't think it was enough to get through my panties, and... If I spread my legs... I'll go." Her cheeks were glowing red. "... Can you still walk?" "I think." She waddled a few steps forward before going into a slow, conserved walk. Only a minute went by before she stopped again. She gasped and stood, legs together, hands mashed in-between. She was in front of me, her amazing butt held tight in her pale jeans, pointed at me. "Crap, I leaked again..." Before I could respond, I was interrupted by another gasp and a quick, loud hiss. "Shit." I saw a small line of saturation extend from her crotch, half way down her leg. There was a moment of silence where we both stood still, not sure of what to do. Soon, the hissing started again, except this time, it didn't stop. She stood there, her legs together, pee pouring out of her, completely unable to stop it. "O-oh... fuck..." Her voice started incredibly strained, but resolved in relief. The back of her jeans was flood by a sudden downpour of liquid. They glimmered in the sunlight as urine steadily crawled higher and higher in her panties, leaving her butt soaked as well. As the puddle on the ground got larger, the hissing got quieter. An image of her panties ran through my mind. I imagined they were her black, lacy ones - bikini-style and no doubt soaked - but they may have been her red ones, stripped ones, or even her printed ones. It didn't matter. I could see them all in my head, tight and dripping, clinging to her glistening body. Moments before the stream came to an end, she spread her legs. I watched as the liquid continued to run through the jeans. All in all, it was a quick experience, but to me, it felt like a thousand lifetimes. When she stopped, she turned around and sighed heavily. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment and her hands were shaking lightly. "Oh my God..." She said it almost dreamily. "That felt so fucking good..."

This story is based on true events with my ex-girlfriend. I only added and changed parts that she did not tell me about. For example, her taking the garbage to the curb. When I was told she was taking out the garbage, she didn't specify exactly what she was doing, so I had to improvise in some minor respect for consistency. The outcome was not changed. Please inform of any errors. Thank you! When we got together, I remember wondering how I ended up with someone so beautiful. She had dark hazel eyes, long black hair, and a button-like smile. She was not out of shape, but she had a small pudge on her stomach and hips a bit wider than she liked. Her face was always decorated with a soft, vulnerable expression, no matter how she felt. She had the features of a well-off Hispanic girl, but with misleading, milky-white skin. She tanned easily, but it never seemed to stay. She didn't share my fetish, but she did care enough about me to do little things. She would gladly tell me of the many times she had found herself desperate or leaking and she always kept me updated. I think towards the latter half of our relationship some of the moments were staged, but not quite faked. I believe she would put off going to the bathroom or drink just a little more than was needed so she would find herself in a position of dancing and shuffling - sometimes in public, sometimes not. The times she was most susceptible to leaking - or as it seemed to me - was when she went out running. She didn't involuntarily leak very often; it normally only happened when she lost control, but was close enough to the toilet to prevent an accident. Of course, like most things in life, there are exceptions. One of the most erotic things that I can remember was on Valentine's day, during one of those infamous runs. If memory serves, it was a Sunday. She woke up in the late morning, sometime around 10:00 or 11:00. She laid for about twenty minutes before sitting up, letting her eyes adjust to the soft light which poured in her window. She uncovered herself when she sat up, exposing her naked body (she always slept in the nude). She stood up and yawned. Her bare breasts contorted and giggled as she rose both arms in the air and stretched. She walked over to the light-blue shorts and the dark-green, cotton t-shirt that sat on the ground and put them on. The shirt went over her head and concealed everything down to her belly-button, stopping right above the pelvic area. The shorts then covered the rest of her nudity, not going lower than her delicious, Greek thighs. Without any underwear, her nipples were constantly visible through the thin-fabric, and in the right position, the loose-fitting shorts could easily compromise her lower parts. She left the room and headed straight for the bathroom. She urinated for a some time before pulling up her shorts and washing her hands. She enjoyed breakfast, drinking down a full glass of orange juice at its end - a Floridian cliche. As she washed her dishes, she planned her next action. She wanted to see me, but it was still early and there were other things that needed to be done. It made more sense to get them out of the way first, lest they interrupt our time together. She thought about grabbing a shower, but it made more sense to go running first. The hot, Miami sun was bound to leave her in need of a shower. The cotton shirt and the loose shorts were replaced with a high-cut, black bra, some snug, faded-black shorts, and a black t-shirt. Then, she thought about me: she drank another glass of water before slipping on a pair of black, bikini-style panties. I've never been good with materials, but I believe they were some blend of nylon; they were softer than cotton, but not quite as elegant as silk. It was rare that she wore panties. She usually only did it during her "time of the month," but she knew that I loved them, and she figured that a little extra protection during the run couldn't hurt. After putting her shorts back on, she grabbed her keys and left the house. Sitting down in her car, she could already feel the liquid filling her bladder. It was not at all bad, but she knew that by the time she was done running, she would be in more than a hurry to get home. Not wasting anytime, she drove to the park; it was maybe ten minutes away with Miami traffic. When she got there, the urge had increased slightly. It wasn't enough to make her outwardly desperate, but it was enough to constantly remind her of her state. After each lap she completed, she would find herself back at the car, taking a drink from her water bottle. It only took one lap for her to notice a surprisingly large change in her need. Her legs started to gravitate toward one another, and there was a slight, bittersweet pang of desperation constantly being emitted from her upper pelvic area. As she went for another lap, she started to regret her brashness. It was rare for her to drink so much before running, and she could remember occasions where she had drank far less and just barely made it to the toilet. Would she make it home? Yes, she would make it home - she had too - but it wouldn't be the first time she would have to leave early and possibly make a mad-dash for the commode. It didn't matter, though. Regret was pointless; what's done is done, and as long as she made it home in time, it didn't make a difference. By the end of the second lap, she stood at her car, clutching her water bottle, wondering if she could take any more of the liquid. She didn't dare spread her legs standing still, and performing any act of desperation would have been too embarrassing - despite her shamelessness. She considered getting in the car and leaving. She was confident she could make it home in time, but that was too easy. She had come with the intention of gaining a story she could tell me, and she wanted it to be a good one. She knew that running one more lap would take about fifteen minutes. With a notable lack of confidence, she figured she could make it all the way around dry, but the ride back might get her. She ultimately decided on doing one more lap. Once she finished, she would get in the car, speed home, and pray she made it to the toilet. The run itself left her with mixed feelings. Part of her was glad that she had decided to do it, knowing that the story would bring me a lot of pleasure, but another part of her second-guessed it. Each step sent made her bladder clench and brought her urine just a little bit closer to spilling out without control. She originally thought the beginning steps of her third lap would be the worst of it, but she was mistaken. As the minutes ticked on, each impact of her foot with the ground left her a little closer to losing control. Every jolt brought her pee a little closer to escape. It eventually got to the point that she was waiting - almost expecting - to leak. The urine was at the very bottom of her system and making a little release involuntarily would have been no great feat. After roughly seven minutes into the third lap, she started to feel waves of desperation wash over her. Each one seemed to whisper into her ear for release. It told her to go for just a second, that she would feel better and that I would love to hear about it; but her social instincts prevented the shameful act. The waves got progressively stronger, and when the run was almost over, she was met by one more intense than any before it. She instantly knew this one was different, and any normal person would have slowed down, if not stopped and resorted to holding themselves. She, however, kept running; almost through pure stubbornness and willpower. But her efforts were in vain: a bit of urine forced its way out. She was surprised by the sudden dampness of her underwear. She hadn't faltered for a second, yet the fresh pee dripping from her womanhood begged to differ. She wanted to know what had happened, but there was no time to consider the matter. Another surprise was already in the works. She felt - just for the slightest of seconds - her muscles contract. A quick burst of urine was released, soaking the underwear and possibly leaking through. This time she looked down at the shorts, but quickly returned to looking straight ahead. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself or her possibly wet shorts. Before she could completely regain control of herself, another, smaller burst of urine left her. She felt two streams run down her left leg as she continued to run. It was apparent that her panties were now dripping wet and her shorts were at least dampened. The release in urine had helped dissipate her desperation slightly, but each step was still a trial against her willpower. The bottom of her shorts were wet and she could feel the moistened fabric rub against her leg. Her cheeks were a bit flushed and she had begun shaking. She managed to hold it all in until she made it to her car. When she sat down she exhaled heavily and examined her shorts. They were definitely wet, but it didn't seem too visible. It was likely no one had noticed. This had relieved her, but she was still a bit hyped up on adrenaline, and her urge to urinate was still remarkable. She drove off, shifting frequently in her seat and keeping her free-hand mashed into her crotch. The ride home was about ten minutes, and despite the fact she was no longer running, there were more than a couple of moments where she almost lost control. When she pulled up to her house, she noticed her dad's car was currently in the driveway. She couldn't block him in, so she had to park by the curb, go inside, get the keys from her mom, move his vehicle, park her vehicle where his was, and then park his directly behind it.. This was all done while she was not only trying to hide her desperation from her mom and anyone who could have been watching, but also while she was trying to keep from wetting herself. Fortunately, the urge had temporarily subsided; and while it was not enough to keep her from cramming her hand inbetween her legs when she was in a car or from performing quick dances when she was out, it was, however, just enough to give her a bit of false-confidence. When she got both the cars in the driveway successfully, she scrambled out and headed for the bathroom. Before she could get into the sanctuary to relieve herself, she was stopped by her mom. The garbage needed to be taken out. She could have gone to the toilet first. Certainly it wouldn't have been an issue. But she thought of me and she thought of how she wanted to go the whole nine-yards. She had done so much; why stop before the story was complete? She soon started to wonder if she had made the right decision. Her bladder ached and her desperation was growing exponentially fast. Suddenly, she wasn't sure if she would even make it. She quickly brought the bag of garbage to the curb, still aware of the moistness of her shorts. She was experiencing another wave of desperation, but this one, much like the one that inspired her leak, felt different. It felt as though it were less merciless, less forgiving. When she stopped at the curb, she shuffled her feet back and forth; when she discarded the bag, both of her hands pressed into her crotch. It was a last ditch effort to prevent an accident. She no longer cared if someone saw her desperate; it was better than them seeing her have an accident. She walked as quickly as she could to the front door of her house. She thought about dropping her pants behind a bush and just letting loose, but she was too close to the toilet to resort to such a thing. As she walked in the house, her mom looked at her with mild amusement and skeptism: her daughter clutching at herself, desperately trying to reach the toilet. It didn't matter, though. She instinctively knew that soaking her pants and making a mess on the floor was far more embarrassing and troublesome than putting on a display. So she ignored her laughter and kept on toward the toilet. The door to the bathroom was almost in sight, but she didn't know where her dad was. She knew that if he was in the bathroom, even if it was only for a few seconds, it would be all over. She would stand in front of the door wetting all over the place, drenching her shorts and panties. Fortunately for her, he was not. She flew in the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. She flicked on the light and darted towards the toilet. She could feel her urine about to shoot out, not caring whether or not her pants were at her ankles or that her butt was on the seat. When her pants had reached her upper thighs and her butt was just above the toilet seat, she lost it. If she had been delayed for even a second she would have added to the wetness in her clothes, and a few seconds would have been an accident. She spent the next minute peeing quickly and heavily, reflecting on how close she had come to peeing herself not only in public, but in front of her parents.

okay, i've got a challenge for all of you out there. i'm in a very stable, 10-month relationship with a very sexy (if naive and innocent) girl. we live together, and our sex life isn't too shabby. however, she knows nothing of this fetish nor my feelings for it and i have never attempted to introduce it to her. i am almost certain she would be freaked out by it, since she can't even bring herself to pee in the ocean when we're at the beach (which is a lot, since we live in florida). she will always walk a quarter mile up to the pavilion to use the public restrooms. how do i go about introducing this subject to her? does anyone have any advice? i'd like us to be more open sexually, but i'm almost certain just bringing this up casually would scare the hell out of her. let me hear your ideas/experiences/successes. thanks!

When I was ten years old, I was staying with my parents at a hotel in Southern France, at the Mediterranium. As I was a very good swimmer, my parents left me at the beach every day, when they were out doing other things. One day I was lying on the sand, when I felt something shadow my eyes. I looked up and saw a girl, maybe a couple of years older than I, standing at my side. "Do you mind if I join you. I just arrived today and I don't know anyone here. I'm Camille..." "Yes, I'm alone too, I'm Vikka, short for Victoria." She lied down beside me. We started talking, she was very fun to talk with. She was twelve years old and was staying with her parents at an other hotel. But then she got silent. I looked at her. She looked as she was in pain, and she had one hand between her thighs. "Shit, I got to pee! I'm totally desperate! Come, let's go down to the sea; no one would notice if I pee in the water!" I looked surprised at her. Did she mean that she would pee in her swimming suit in the water? Would she be so bold? I'd never done anything of the sort and the thought made me thrilled. We started walking. It was nearly a hundred metres down to the water and Camille walked in a funny way with her thighs pressed together. A couple of times she slowed down and put a hand in between her thighs and rubbed. Nearly down to the sea she stopped. "Oh, Vikka, I can't hold it anymore! It's coming... I'm going to wet myself!" She quickly separated her legs, and immediatly her pee flooded through her panties! It went on for almost thirty seconds. "Oooh!!! That felt nice", she panted. I started to continue to the sea, as I thought she wished to rinse her panties. But she stopped me. "No, wait! It's not fair, that I'm the only one of us to pee myself like a baby! Now it's your turn!" "No way! I'll never do that", I yelled! " Why not? We can rinse our panties in the sea afterwards, and no one would know. I promise, it feels so nice to wet yourself. This wasn't my first time, you know! Don't you need to pee?" "Maybe... a little... But it's only babies, who pee themselves, not girls of our age!" "Bullshit! I just did it, didn't I?" "But that was an accident!" "If I tell you it wasn't... I really had to pee, that's for certain, but I could easily have waited until I was in the water." I looked at her. I couldn't believe what I heard! A twelve year old girl, who used to pee herself for fun? It wasn't normal... But then again, she looked so content, when she wetted herself. She really seemed to enjoy it. And a voice inside me said, that it couldn't hurt to try. Just this once... "Ok", I said, "I'll try! But I don't know if I can pee in my panties. Especially when you're looking..." "Take your time! It'll come, I promise. Just relax!" There was no one in the neighbourhood. Hesitatingly I parted my legs. And to my big surprise I began to pee at once! Oh, shit! I was ten years old and peeing in my panties! It was so warm and wet, when it first gathered around my crotch and then forced the fabric and streamed down to the sand between my feet. And Camille was right, it felt so nice! Some of my pee ran down my legs and that felt also nice! I for sure needed to pee, I went on as long as Camille did before. Then we noticed some people coming in our direction, and giggling all the way, we ran hand in hand down to the sea and dived in the water! That was my first time. The days, that followed, we spent at the beach, drinking lots of water until we couldn't hold ourselves any longer and peed ourselves. We did it lying down in the sand, standing up and even walking! This was how it began, and I've never stopped since... Vikka

Hey folks So i've been with this girl for a year now, we're living together and she knows all about my fetish and has wet herself for me multiple times. She wants to try wetting the bed - for your teasing pleasure, you should know that she wet the bed a couple times in highschool before we were together :D - but we're wondering the neatest, sexiest, awesomest way to go about it now. Obviously we're going to need to buy a rubber/plastic sheet, but that's about all we know for sure(anyone got any recommendations for brand/product?). We want it to be as comfortable, warm and natural as possible, not sitting on a cold tarp whistling the jeopardy theme until she pees herself. Experienced bedwetters of omorashi.org, share your secrets!

Hello again everybody. I would like to share something awesome with you tonight. (There is a present at the end) My girlfriend decided that she wanted to have a little "wet fun" ;) with me one night. She actually suggested it! Let me tell you that really made me feel good; I am always worried when I have a girlfriend that she may find me weird or disgusting so the fact that she was willing to be interested was fantastic. So without further or do, my story. My girlfriend asked me if I wanted to try something new one night. I asked her what she wanted to do and to my surprise she said she wanted to do something with my fetish. So after convincing her to put on my favorite tight pair of jeans she owns, we began to start getting her ready. She started with a large ice tea. Then had a bottle of water. I have to say it was a huge turn on to watch this in real life. It did not stop there either. We actually decided on a bit of a scenario to make the situation a little more interesting. We went to our local walgreens and purchased a role of hot pink duck tap. After she finished off another bottle of water, we decided to role play. I blindfolded her and duck taped her to the computer chair I sit in now. :wub: Then I "forced" her to drink another iced tea. (As an aside we discovered I need much more practice in being a dominator. :( ) But oh well ,it was still awesome. We kept going having fun, me playing with her awesome boobs and her being forced to do "sexual things" haha. Eventually she lost it and peed a ton all over my chair and the floor. I tried to setup trash bags to catch it but that did not work. Oh well, cleaning up the mess was more than worth the best peeing experience of my life. The last thing I want to add is two photos that me and my girlfriend took of the aftermath. If you can believe it she actually is really excited for me to put these pictures on here.Who knew she was such an exhibitionist. :D TO MY GIRLFRIEND, when you see this (I know you lurk on here) THANK YOU.

This happened a couple of months after summer holidays. My ex and I went out with a group of friends. We went to eat and she drunk a bottle of beer. When we left and were walking to the bus she told me "I should have gone to the bathroom inside, it's really urgent". She didn't say anything else until we sat on the bus, when she told me "I may put a show for you tonight, it depends on how much longer my body holds". (Here I have to point out that she knew about my fetish and have peed herself many times for me, but only one time it wasn't "staged" -I mean, all the rest she really needed to go, but only ones she peed herself accidentally for real... 'til that day, and never in public) She's not a "crotch holding" girl, but you could tell that she was needing to go... and that she was drunk (a lot of small laughing). The bus arrived to our stop and we were still 3 blocks away from our building. The first two she seemed to be holding fine, walking as fast as she could (she had jeans, and black boots with heels), but in the third one things begun to get complicate. She wasn't walking as well as before, and one time she had to stop a second crossing her legs and leaning against a wall (later she told me she almost lost it there). We kept walking and finally arrived to our building, and lucky for her the elevator was there waiting. But we lived in a 11th floor and the journey was a torture (for her ;-)). She crossed her legs tight, bent over and stood there, with a few oohhs and aahhhs from time to time. I couldn't see much, not even in the mirrors of the elevator (it had mirrors in all three panels) but she was already leaking. When we arrived to our floor she told me to get out quickly and open the door for her. As I was doing so she got out of the elevator walking with her legs crossed and stopping here and there to hold, and yes, there was a small wet patch in the crotch of her jeans. I opened the door and she entered behind me. I pointed her to the kitchen, that was just in front of the entrance and had tiles floor (the rest of the area, including the long hallway to the bathroom in the other end of the apartment, had "floating floor”, that gets ruined when wet). But she told me "no, I don't want to ruin my boots" and headed to the bathroom, still with her legs crossed and stopping now and then to regain control when she felt she was losing it. When I talked to her and looked at the front of her jeans there was a bigger wet patch, but still only in the crotch area, but when she turned to the bathroom I saw in the back of her jeans that the wetness had spread much more, extending to half her left chick and spreading down a little. Finally she got to the bathroom and managed to let go most of her pee in the toilet (after struggling a little with her pants) but it was a moment to remember. I was lucky to have the digital camera near the door, so here you can find a few of the pictures I took that night. Gus

About a year after the last story, we were at the beach for the summer holidays. That holiday she peed herself for me twice and these are the stories. One day we were taking a walk along the beach between the town we were staying and the next one (there are several small towns along the shore separated by a few miles one from the other). There were some people doing the same route, both directions, but not too many. Suddenly she tells me to stop, that she's gonna get in the sea a minute because she has to pee. I tell her to wait, while my brain runs... how can I use this situation??... looking around I see that there are just a few walkers, no one too close and no one staying in the sand, so I tell her "ok, you can pee and THEN go to the sea" She replies "ok" with a smile and keeps walking. She's wearing a black one-piece swimsuit and a pareo (a piece of cloth worn wrapped around the body) on top of it, long to just above her knees. I try to look at her legs without being to obvious, taking a little distance, but nothing happened. She tells me "It's difficult to pee when you know that you shouldn't do it" and I reply "If you can't pee maybe you're not that desperate" but she says "no, now I'm doing it" and I look down and sure she was :), walking beside her I can see the streams of pee dancing down the inside of her legs as she walks. That's all I can see from where I am (I wish I could be one of the walkers and being just some steps behind us) but it's enough to give me a hard-on. After that she walked into the sea and let the water wash her legs and the crotch of her swimsuit. The other wetting happened one night that we went to the movies. There she drank a large soda, and after the movie ended we left without her going to the toilet. A while ago I had told her that I wanted her to pee in public for me (or at least not at home). Even she had peed herself at the beach, I tough that maybe she was going to pee herself in the way to the house, since it was night we had to walk several blocks in a part of the town where there was almost no one in the streets. But she didn't seem to need to pee, and we arrived to the house without incidents. Once there I tried to get "romantic", but she stopped telling me that she first needed to go pee. The conversation when on something like this: - Wait, I need to go to the toilet - No, you can't - Please, I have to pee - And I don't let you go - Come on, I don't want to wet myself So I propose a challenge. We play a match of Boggle, if she wins she can go to the toilet, if I win, she can't... I must say that even when she won me sometimes, I'm better than her at the game, so it was almost a sure bet. So we begin to play, and I take the lead. Meanwhile she's struggling to hold it while trying to find words, and I'm enjoying every minute. We are at what seems to be the last round, and I'm about to win, but I play it poorly and finish at only two or three points of the goal, with her about twenty points behind. She suffers seeing that there'll be another round, as I see her struggling to hold. In the final round I beat her by far, and finally win the game. - What should I do know - she asks me, the desperation clear in her face. - Let's go outside - and point to the door that leads to the garden. As I take the camera, she begins to walk to that door, throw the kitchen, with her legs close together and walking with short steps. I get outside first and wait for her. She passes the gate and begins to slowly lose it, I can see a spot in her crotch and when she passes by me, walking to the grass, there's a wet spot growing down one of her legs. She gets to the grass and the floodgates open... and you can see what happened next: Gus

hello, my girlfriend loves me very mutch, and i love to see her wetting her pants. so she pee her pants for me. sometimes she record for me. this is part one of two. if you love this one, i will upload the next part if you like. ofcourse feel free to add your own girlfriend movies aah.wmv

My girlfriend has started wetting herself for me. im sure many of you can share my excitement for this xD. anyway, she is a mix and very attractive and i would love to start getting videos as she becomes more comfortable with doing it. any suggestions for me to get the ball rolling on that?

I'm starting a series of stories about my ex (girlfriend, but for 10 years, including a daughter together). A few years into our relationship I told her about my fetish (even she confessed that she suspected about it, because she found a video of a Japanese woman peeing herself in out computer) and she agreed to pee herself for me. That time she was needing to pee but couldn't pee her pants, even a few minutes later called me from the bathroom and proceeded to pee her panties in front of me. That was the first time of a lot that she peed herself for me, and one on the few she did it on purpose. I can't say she's "accident prone" (even in the last years she was, maybe because she peed so many times for me that the barriers where low) and only have had one major accident (I'll tell you about it in other post), but she don't have a very strong bladder and even before knowing my fetish, she used to hold it until the last minute, mostly because she always got distracted with something else, and remembered to go to the bathroom only when she couldn't hold it anymore. Back to the stories, many of them have pictures attached (this one doesn't, sorry). BTW, English is not my home language, so excuse me if my writing is not all the good I would like it to be (corrections are welcomed). Here is the first story, enjoy. Gus ------------------------------------------------------------- As I told you before, my ex used to hold it all the time she can, not because she's interested in wetting or watersports, she's like that since she was very young (at the time of this story she was 25). She simply can't stop doing what she's doing to go pee, she has to finish it first. That's specially a problem when she's doing the dishes, because that increases her urge to pee, it was usual to me to see her walking from the kitchen to the bathroom with her legs tight together, putting one foot in front of the other, but she never have had an accident (well, almost, but that's for another message), except the ones "arranged" with me at home, since she was a kid and wet herself going to the dentist (yet another message) until that day. I was working at my office and she called me on the phone and told me that she couldn't hold it. At first I didn't understand what she was talking about, but then I realized. This is what happened: She was working alone in her office and had too much work to do. She has been the urge to pee for a while, but decided (as usual) to first finish a couple of emails she was preparing with information for the trips of some passengers of her (she worked in a travel agency). When she sent the emails she was already in the verge of peeing herself. She stood up slowly and walked to the door (it was a very old building, a historical one in fact, and the bathrooms were outside the office and shared between all the offices of the floor) and when she was about to leave the office she realized that she have forgot the key (oh yes, the bathrooms had keys, one for each office in the floor... almost a dream come true), so she had to go back and get it. Now she was walking with her "trademark step", crossing one leg in front of the other with every step, and when she found the keys and walked again to the door (did I mentioned that the bathrooms are in the middle of the building and her office is in one end?) there were people talking in the hallway, so she couldn't go outside and let strangers see her walk like that, because she was REALLY desperate at that point. In fact, while she was waiting behind the door, she began to lose it, first a spurt soaking her panties and then a few short ones running down her legs, so going out wasn't an option anymore. One short note about her clothes: she was wearing a dark skirt long to her knees, black leggings and small boots, so her accident wasn't very obvious, lucky for her. As I was telling, she was beginning to lose it, so she walked to one corner of the office, with pee still running down her legs slowly and now splashing in the carpet, grabbed a cup and peed there. Then she had to clean herself, but when I arrived (as soon as I could leave the office) she still had her leggings and panties wet, and we made love right there (it was too much for me ^_^).

As I told you in my previous post: https://omorashi.org/topic/11671-anecdotes-of-mi-ex-at-the-office/, I'll be writing some posts about the accidents my ex-girlfriend had in the 10 or so years that we lived together. She knew about my fetish, but most of this stories are about real accidents she had. The next story happened a few most after the first one, the day of my birthday. At that time we were living in a zone of the city that floods when it rains too much (one block away from a subterranean river that overflows). That day my wife went out to buy some things for my birthday party while I stayed home, and in the meantime it begun to rain big time. She later told me that when she was coming home and saw that the water was beginning to accumulate in the street, she stop in a shop and bought a pair of flip-flops so her shoes didn't get wet. Then she continued her way home, and when she arrived to our building the water level was at her knees. When she knocked, I opened the door and saw her standing in the hall with some bags in her hands. She was wearing shorts, a skirt and the flip-flops, and was completely wet. She told me to go and get her a towel, and to hurry up, while she stood still in the hallway. I guessed that she didn't wanted to go inside because we had "floating floor" and it gets ruined when gets wet. Except for the kitchen (just in front of the entrance), the bathroom (at the end of the hall) and the bedrooms, all the rest of the house had the same type of floor. I went to our room, where we kept the towels, and yelled her that there were no towels there. She asked me to bring her anything, but please hurry, that she couldn't hold it. I didn't understood what she was talking about, but when I went back to the door she has already went inside the house and into the kitchen. I gave her a hand towel (the only thing that I found) but she told me with a strange look in her eyes "It doesn't matter, I can't make it". And then she looked down and begun to pee right in front of me, with her legs closed together, throw her rain soaked shorts and into the kitchen floor, then raised her eyes and looked me with a poor wet (literally speaking) face and bitting the hand towel. I didn't noticed it at the time, but when she finished there was a pool of her own pee at her feet (below you can see a picture that proves it, I tried to play with lightning and contrast so the borders can be seen better) As she already knew my interest in wetting, my first though was that she was doing it on purpose, but then I understood that no, that all that water falling from the sky and running around her feet and all over her and soaking her clothes was just too much, and the "can't make it" meant that she couldn't hold it long enough to dry herself with the towel and walk all the way to the bathroom. Anyway, there was nothing really visible, because she was already soaked, but I think I can't complain, can I? Gus

This happened a Saturday’s night a month after her "close call". My wife and I went to a family reunion (a fifteen birthday) and came back home past midnight. In the party we have the usual drinks (no alcohol except the champagne for the toast) and in the 4 hours that it lasted I haven't seen my wife go to the bathroom once, but I figured out that she had gone when I wasn't looking, especially when we arrived home and she didn’t run to the bathroom as usual. Instead, we put our daughter to bed (she was already sleeping) and then went to do a few pending things before going to bed: I checked something on the computer, and she went to put some clothes into the washer. Everything normal, except that a minute later I heard her calling me from the laundry room (a closed balcony next to the kitchen) "Gus, take this box off the floor!!" I didn’t understand what she meant and ask her "what?" from the computer and she replies "hurry, I don't want to get it wet!" I went there and saw her bent over, cross-legged and grabbing the washer with both hands. Then I understood: she hadn't gone to the bathroom all night (then she told me that she felt the urge when we were leaving the party, but told herself she'll go when we get home, and then forgot about it!) and suddenly the urge hit her and was overwhelming... and the sound of the water filling the washer wasn't helping either!!. She asked me to move away a cardboard box that was in the floor, because she was afraid of losing it if she moved! A quick note about her clothes. She was wearing a long thick grey skirt (below her knees) and grey thick leggings (it was winter at the time). Also she had a pair of small socks to be more comfortable with the boots, which she had already removed. Let’s move on with the story. I leaned and moved the box while she was squirming right in front of me, and also moved some things that where in her way and told her "come on, go!" pointing through the kitchen and to the bathroom (at the other end of the apartment). She said "I can't make it" but then replied "ok", turned around and took a few quick small steps with her legs closed. In the middle of the kitchen she stopped and said "OH!" pressing her legs together and holding to the fridge, and I saw a jet of pee splashing on the floor beside her feet. She regained control for a second or two, but then lost it again and a torrent of pee cascaded from between her legs, cascading against one leg and forming a rapidly expanding puddle at her feet. I forget to tell you something. When I went to the washing room and saw what was happening, I quickly returned to the computer and took the digital camera :-), so here you can find some snapshots of the moment: Gus

Boys: How has your experiences been with girlfriends who indulge you in your deepest fantasies with wetting, perhaps even letting you take videos/pictures? I'm especially interested in the girls who give in to it because they care about you, but aren't particularly keen on it themselves. My girlfriend (kinda on and off honestly) recently let me record a video of her wetting for me. This was a pretty huge milestone for me and her and something I've been asking for for quite a long time. Just about a month ago too, she wet in public outside my apartment through panties and a skirt. It seems to me that she's becoming more comfortable with it, but at the same time I know that she isn't into it herself. One weird thing I have noticed though is that she is now always hornier when she has to go pee, and especially hot when she's bursting, although the actual wetting/peeing on me aspect does not turn her on. Have any of you guys experienced this?

I have had a female friend for some years...just a platonic relationship that has grown into a very close friendship. Somehow circumstances when we met, made me disregard it as a potential relationship...even though I knew she had a crush on me. Just didn't feel right...kinda hard to explain. But we have been on travels together just the two of us, and shared beds in hotels etc...so we were very intimate, just not lovers. The strange thing about it for me, was that I could never imagine her being into anything kinky...and maybe that made me doom a relationship with her to fail...and I cared too much about her to pretend anything that could end up hurting her. This summer we went on a trip together, and she confided that she had been dating a guy...but didn't want him anyway because she was in love with me. So I was sort of forced to come clean...and vaguely told her that I couldn't imagine us together, because I felt my sexuality would be incompatible with hers. This went on a week or so, and she kept pressing on what it was...and I just couldn't bring myself to telling her. Until this one evening in a hotel in a big city with lots of lights and gambling (you do the math)...and we had had quite a few drinks. We were hanging out with our friends in a bar and it was getting pretty late...so at one point we stood up to go to our room, and she said something to the effect of "I need to pee...so lets just get going". Being a bit drunk, it somehow led to us getting to our room...and started making out right away. She said she really needed to pee...but didn't want to go right there...so she joked that if I pressed to hard on her bladder, she would end up peeing herself. I guess that just made me even more enthusiastic...and we just kept making out and fondling, and ended up in the bed. She kept talking about her needing to pee...but I just kept holding her there...and we just laughed about it for a while. But then I just told her...."wanna know my secret? ...I really think that it's incredibly sexy when a grown woman pees herself" ... "Is that all?" she replied..."wow what a relief...I thought it would be something really strange!" "Oh...so you don't find that revolting or strange?" ..."No...that's kinda cute" We just kept on kissing and fondling in the bed...and at one point I could see a wet spot growing in her crotch To make this already very long story a bit shorter, the rest of the trip became very intense and very wet! And the past month since we came back home, it has just continued...and her favorite fun is to surprise me all the time with wetting herself when I am the most unaware...and see how long it takes for me to notice She confided in me that she wet her bed until she was 11...so she felt it was liberating just to pee whenever she wanted, and get sexually rewarded. Bottom line is that she has ended up very wet every time I have seen her since...and she even seems to enjoy to admire the wet spots on her pants I could not have imagined that we would end up where we are now, just a couple of months ago. A couple of pics where she decided to soak her jeans this weekend