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  1. Back in the day I had a video titled “gotta pee crossing river”. There was a girl stuck in the middle of a stream crossing and her boyfriend or friend was filming her. The girl gets frantic and repeatedly yells “ Im not gonna make it” and at the end of the video the guy turns around and walks away leaving her there.
  2. This happened in 1974. That's when I was in high school. I'm not going to preach about 'things were different', or 'it was a different time', because it really wasn't. We didn't have a lot of the 'toys', that are common today, but people were pretty much the same. The first thing you need to know, is that in high school, I had a big, super major, mega crush, on Mrs. Jones. She was the English teacher. I . every class she ever taught. Not just the 4 years of basic, and advanced, English classes, but also, Creative Writing, Poetry, Drama, [of course] and, for some reason, Greek and Roman Mythology. I'm not sure how that fit into the English department, but apparently it did. It wasn't enough to just take the classes. I had to get a straight A, in all of them. There was no way I was ever going to look bad in front of my super major mega crush. At least that was the plan. Of course, at some point, Mrs. Jones had the 'crush' thing all figured out, and took advantage of it, every chance she got. Not in a bad way,[where are all the female pedeofiles, when you need them?] but in an anything she needed done, sort of way. Chalkboards need erased? I'm on it. Erasers clapped? Consider it done. Paperwork that needs to go to the office? It's on the way to my next class, Mrs. Jones. She knew I was lying, but it didn't matter. There's no way the office could be on the way to my next class, for 4 years in a row, twice a day. That's not even possible, but it didn't matter. She wasn't about to spoil a good thing. Her classroom was on the third floor. It didn't. matter that some of the other kids made those kissy noises at me, or called me 'teachers pet'. I was already what today's society calls a geek, anyways. In those days, we were called dorks. Same thing. Dork just sounds worse. Anyway, drama class. We were going on a field trip, to see a play, down in Seattle. That's about a two-and-a-half hour bus ride, from where we were. Anybody that's read any of my previous stuff Knows that amount of time puts me in a serious, but not critical situation. I'm not going to do the whole time line thing, again, but three hours, tops. That's the limit for my teeny tiny bladder. I made it there ok, but I'm glad there weren't any hangups. When we got to the theater, after the bathroom break, all the kids were hitting the snack bar for snacks, and drinks. The 32 ouncer seemed to be the going thing, so I got one too. That may have been my first mistake. I wanted to get a smaller one, but I didn't want to 'wuss out' in front of the other kids. Damn peer pressure. This next little bit has nothing to do with Omo, but it's germaine to the story, so I have to include it. The theater we went to was an architectual masterpiece. Beautiful. I was a navy brat, growing up, so I had been pretty much everywhere. When I was 7, we went to Ford Theater, where President Lincoln was assassinated, in 1865. Whomever had designed this theater, whether by design, or just chance, had done a really good job of duplicating it. I was impressed. The play we were seeing was "The Vagabond". There was a point, early in the play, where there was an offstage shotgun blast, which I, of course, didn't know was coming. As we all took our seats, and I swear, I didn't plan this, I ended up sitting next to Mrs. Jones. If I was to have a plan, that would have been it, but I swear, no plan. I just figured the fates had smiled on me. So the play starts. I was still thinking about Ford Theater. I was actually paying attention to the play, and what was going on, but at the same time, I was drifting back to 1865, and trying to decide just where Lincoln would have been sitting, on that fateful night. Right about THERE. That's right when the shotgun blast went off. I flew out of my seat. "OH MY GOD THEY'VE SHOT THE PRESIDENT!!". As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wanted them back, but it was too late. Everything stopped. As in, the world stopped turning kind of stopped. The whole theater was looking at me. Even the actors on the stage stopped, and looked at me, with 'what the... looks on their faces. I don't know how long it was like that. Too long. Finally, one of the cast members, turned back to his castmates, and recited his next line, and the world started rotating again. I sank back down into my seat, and tried to disappear. I couldn't, but I tried. Then it got worse. Mrs. Jones leaned over, and asked " What was that all about? " That's when I realized, not only had I just embarrassed myself, right in front of everybody, not my first time, for that, but I was sitting right next to my super major mega crush, Mrs. Jones, when I did it. It couldn't get any worse than that. And then it did. As the play went on, I began to realize just how big a mistake that 32 ouncer was. I don't know how long the play lasted. It didn't matter. The soda was accelerating the rapi, dly deteriorating situation, and I was sitting next to Mrs. Jones. I had already embarrassed myself once, and now this? I'm wearing faded blue jeans. Any leakage was going to show, and with me, any leakage, as I've explained in previous stories, isn't leakage. It's a total loss situation. As soon as that first droplet hits the exit ramp, they're all coming. There's no stopping it. I was sitting there, trying not to squirm, any more than necessary, and hoping she wouldn't notice. At first, I think she didn't, but at some point, I could tell that she had. She was sitting there, with her lips curled in, where you couldn't even see them, and pressed tightly together, with an evil grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were all lit up. She was actually getting a kick out of my 'discomfort'. Fortunately, the play ended shortly after that. We still had to sit through each and every cast member, taking their bows, one at a fucking time, but being that close to the end, really helped. Finally was over. As soon as Mrs. Jones got out of the way, I went charging past her. She already knew, so I didn't see any point in trying to act nonchalaunt. I couldn't risk there being a line, for the bathroom. She actually started to ask, "David. What was that abou..." " Later " I cut her off, as I charged up the aisle. When I got to the bathroom, all the urinals were busy, and the stalls were filling up quick. I dove into one of the last ones, slamming the door shut with one hand, and tearing at my zipper with the other. I almost made it. By the time I got it out, the flow had already started. I got the walls, the floor, the tp rolls, and the seat, before I finally got my aim settled down. When I was finished, I didn't even care, much, about the stall. I was more concerned with 'personal' damage. Besides really wet hands, my tighty whities were also soaked. Fortunately, they had taken the worst of it. My jeans had a few sprinkles, on the legs, from the flinging pee, but the crotch area was ok. With a dry crotch, sprinkles on the legs wouldn't matter. I just had to make sure the crotch stayed dry. With that in mind, I decided to off the undies. I left them on the floor, behind the throne, and went 'commando' for the first time. That's what they have janitors for, right? I rather enjoyed the freedom, and switched to boxers, after that. Plus, it's easy to free 'myself' when I'm in a hurry. I had been in the bathroom so long, that when I came out, it was mostly empty. I was the last one to get back out to the bus. As I approached, I could see Mrs. Jones 'checking' to see if I had 'made it'. I was glad I had offed the undies. I had already 'checked' a couple of times myself. I don't know what I would of done if there was any 'evidence'. I'm just glad there wasn't. So we got on the bus, and headed out. The bus we had for this trip was a 54 passenger bus, and we only had about 20 students in the class, so everybody had their own seat, all to them self. There were even a couple of empties. That was nice, until Mrs. Jones came and sat next to me. She had her own seat, in the front, so I was kind of surprised. Not for long. Turns out, she had a purpose. Her: "Is it later enough yet?" Me: "Later enough for what?" I really didn't know. Her: "Later enough to tell me about who shot the president." Me: "Do I have to?" Her: "Oh yeah." Since there was no escaping it, I decided that as long I was going to have to embarrass myself anyway, I might as well give it the full treatment. So I told her the whole story. All of it. Ford Theater, the Lincoln assassination, the drifting back in time to 1865, and picking out Lincoln's seat, just as the shotgun blast went off. When I got to that part, she burst out laughing, after listening intently, up to then. Literally burst out. After about one second of that, one hand shot to her mouth, and the other to her crotch. She leaned forward, and arched her back. Her legs were shaking, and her eyes were scrunched tightly shut, lips pressed together. 'Oh my god, she's going to pee herself ", I thought. I could see the intensity in her face, as she battled for control. Somehow she won. I saw her start breathing again. As she gradually relaxed, I saw her check behind the hand she had been holding herself with, just to make sure she was still dry. Yeah. I checked too. Then she stood up, faced the other kids, and informed them that I was about to explain the 'shot the president thing', so I had to relive that disaster for a third time. You'd think this might damage the whole 'crush' thing. It didn't. Crushes defy all attempts to damage them. Then it got worse. By the time we had gotten going from the theater, we were in rush hour traffic. That turned a two-and-a-half hour bus ride into just over three hours. 3:06, to be exact. I know. By the end of the ride, I was counting every minute. Desperately. At first it wasn't too bad, but time, and the last of that damn 32 ouncer, was making the situation worse, by the minute. At first, I was trying to be cool, and not squirm too much. The longer it went on, the less I cared about the 'not' part. The only saving grace, was Marybeth. She was sitting directly across the aisle from me, and was in as desperate straits, as I was. I looked around the bus, several times. A few of the kids had slightly concerned looks on their faces, but Marybeth and I were way past 'slightly concerned'. At one point, she leaned over and asked how much longer we had. When I told her, her 'Ohhh gawd' response said everything. By the time we reached our home town, Marybeth was full on holding herself, with both hands, and not even being shy about it. I was only using one hand, but that's only because guys hold themselves differently than girls, or at least I do. I was every bit as bad off as she was. As we rolled into the parking lot, Mrs. Jones stood up, and announced, that after a short break, we were all expected in the classroom, for a short discussion, before we were free to go home. By this time, school had been over for hours, so there were more than a few groans. I didn't care. I was all about the 'break'. When the bus came to a stop, I fired out of my seat, determined to be the first one off the bus. Problem was, Marybeth had the same plan. Now I'm just a little guy. I know every 'short' joke there ever was, whether I want to, or not. All the insults, all the smartass remarks. Marybeth was not a 'little' girl. She's what you would call a 'big' girl. You would call her that, even if she wasn't overweight, which she was. She was the kind of girl, that if she was a guy, people would call her bubba, or ox, or moose, or some similar name. She was really a nice girl, but pretty was not her forte. She had a real bad case of not pretty, but this is about how big she was. She was several inches taller than me, and about twice my weight, so when we met, head on, at the aisle, I went flying. How I managed to not piss myself right then, I'm not sure. I bounced back up, intent on being next, but that was not to be. The kids were making record time in getting off the bus. I ended up being the last one off. While I was waiting my turn, I looked out the window to see how Marybeth was doing. She ran to the school building, still holding herself with one hand, and jerking on the door handle with the other, hoping to get it open. She couldn't. It was locked. Mrs. Jones had the key, and she was counting heads, as we got off the bus. That's when I realized being the last one off, did have its benefits. Nobody was getting in the building anyway, until Mrs. Jones got there, and she was counting heads, and being last off meant there was nobody behind me. That meant I could press my thighs together, and just move the bottom part of my legs. In my condition, that really helped. At least it helped keep the pee in. Then it got worse. I got down the aisle ok, but as soon as I took the first step down toward the exit door, that whole keeping my thighs together thing went all to hell. I had not considered that. As soon as my thighs parted, The piss started to flow, and there was nothing I could do about it. I tried, but like always, once it starts, there's no stopping it. In about one second, the kid in front of me, was going to step off the bus, and I was going to be right there, halfway down the stairs, full on pissing myself, in plain view of Mrs. Jones. My super major mega crush, Mrs. Jones. And there was nothing I could do, to prevent it from happening. It doesn't get any worse than this. I needed a miracle. Then I realized, I had a miracle. A miracle named Marybeth. "Marybeth needs help!!" I hollared, pointing at the school, just as the kid in front of me stepped off. Hearing the desperation in my voice, [I didn't even have to fake it] Mrs. Jones head spun around to look at Marybeth. Marybeth, at this point, was still hanging onto the building door with one hand, with the other still jammed in her crotch, only now, she was slowly sinking to her knees, with a puddle forming beneath her, and all the other kids backing away. Mrs. Jones went, "Oh fuck" , and then "Hang on Marybeth!! I'm coming!", as she took off on a dead sprint, digging the keys out of her pocket, as she went. That was the first, and last, time I ever heard Mrs. Jones swear. Kinda hot, but I couldn't worry about that right then. I had my own problems. I also couldn't stand there and watch Mrs. Jones run, even though I did for a couple of seconds. She had a nice ass, and I'm a 'bottom' enthusiast, but my own situation became more pressing, as she got further away, since my situation, was dribbling down my legs. I took off around the front of the bus, and headed out into the parking lot. I stood on the far side of my car, and just let go. I didn't even bother trying to get it out. It was much too late for that. I just stood there, breathing in the cool night air, and enjoying the moment. I had escaped. It was kind of like Winston Churchills', "being shot at, and missed" moment. Then it got worse. I saw Mrs. Jones, and Marybeth, coming out into the parking lot. Mrs. Jones was consoling her. " It's ok Marybeth, Nobody's going to laugh at you." I was pretty sure they would. "It was a long bus ride, and a lot of the kids were really desperate. We should have stopped somewhere. That was my fault. It's not your fault. It's mine." Don't you just love her, taking the blame like that. Somehow, my crush got even bigger. Ok. It really was her fault, but still.... Then I realized my predicament. I was about to be seen. I couldn't flee. I'd be spotted for sure. I froze. Like a wild animal, hoping I wouldn't get spotted. Marybeth was parked two spaces closer to the building, than me, one row over. I was about to escape again! Then, just as she was getting in her car, Marybeth saw me. She gave me a real quizical look. Mrs. Jones who had her back to me, saw the look on her face, and turned to see what she was looking at. Me. Then she looked at me real quizically too. "David?" She asked. I was trying to formulate a response, when I saw it happen. Maybe it was the look on my face, or the way I was standing, or something else all together. In any case, I saw her mood darken. Her: Sounding really pissed, no pun intended, "David!! In the parking lot!?" Me: "I couldn't help it." Her: "Why didn't you go inside, like everybody else?" Me: "There wasn't time. I was as bad off as Marybeth." Marybeth got a real kick out of that. Her: "Ok. Fine. Whatever, Let's go." Me: "Huh?" Her: "Marybeth is excused from the classroom discussion. You're not. Now come on." My heart skipped a beat. Silver lining. She didn't know everything. Sure, she knew I had just pissed in the parking lot, but she DIDN'T know that I had just pissed MYSELF, in the parking lot. Problem was, now she wanted me to walk back into the building with her. Not gonna happen. Me: " I can't" Her: "And why not?" Me: "I'm not finished." My pant legs were still dripping, so technically, not a lie. Her: Big sigh. "Ok. Fine. But as soon as you're done, I expect you in the classroom." Me: "Yes maam." She turned on her heel, and stormed off. I hated disappointing her, twice, counting the not going in part, but I really had no choice. All I could do was let go a big sigh of relief that it wasn.t any worse. I could make amends tomorrow, for ditching tonight. Then it got worse. I heard laughter. My head jerked around to find the source. It was Marybeth. She was standing next to me, laughing, at me , standing in my puddle. Through the laughter, she gasped, "This is so great! I'm not the only one! I'm gonna tell everybody!" Me: "No, no Marybeth. You can't." Her: "Oh yeah. I'm telling EVERYBODY. If they're gonna laugh at me, they're gonna be laughing at you too." Me: "No, don't Marybeth. I'll do anything." Her: "Oh no. I'm telling everybody." Me: "I'll do all your homework, for the rest of the year." Her: "I don't need my homework done. I'm not one of the stupid kids." Me: "I'll do anything you want." Her: "Anything?" Just the change in the tone of her voice, was a red flag. Anything was about to jump up, and bite me in the ass, but how bad could it be? Worse than this? Me: "Anything you want." Her: "Junior prom." Me: "Junior Prom? And you won't tell?" Her: "Cross my heart." Doing the motion. So that's how I ended up going to the Junior Prom, with a girl who was several inches taller then me, about twice my body weight, and ugly as sin. It wasn't all bad. Silver lining. At least she was nice. And she gave good head. Tasted good too. Ok. Now maybe I'm bragging a little, if you can call admitting to an exchange of head for face, with a girl like Marybeth, bragging. But maybe it is. It was the Junior prom. She had kept her part of the bargain, so it was incumbent on me to keep mine. The Junior Prom is supposed to be a night she'll remember for the rest of her life. I did my best.
  3. This is extremely common in JAV's, and I love JAV's a lot. But I would love to see videos of people rushing into a public bathroom and barely making it to the toilet in other cultures, such as the US, etc. If anyone knows of any I would really appreciate it ^^
  4. Funny sketch I found on Youtube. The link is right here: "I Just Peed A Little Game Show". I Just Peed A Little Game Show.mp4
  5. Hey guys, I initially posted this in 'Omo General' but as is often the case, it got drowned out but the sheer number of new posts that come in daily, so I decided to post here to see if I had any luck. In my boredom I'm sat here putting together a compilation of photos of me and my friends throughout uni as a goodbye video(I'm graduating this year), and seeing one of the girls I lived with in first year I actually remembered a fun night we had drinking with the flat. This particular girl, who for the purposes of the story we'll call 'Marianne', was in the UK for her year abroad, so not knowing anyone, she lived in our halls as a slightly older student while we were all freshers. We spent a night in having a few drinks and given that it was early on in the year we had the idea of playing "Never Have I Ever" to get to know each other better. As is usual the questions started out quite tame and got progressively more personal/deep. Inevitably someone eventually said "Never have I ever wet myself as an adult." At this point we looked around, no one drank, until Marianne sheepishly picked up her beer and took a sip. As was expected there was a bit of laughter followed by "Oh go on, what happened?" and "STORY TIME!". The story was that Marianne was in a shared flat when she was in her first year of uni in her home country. She said that she woke up one morning absolutely desperate for a wee, and ran to the one bathroom she shared with the 3 other girls in her flat and to her horror she found it locked as one of the girls was showering. Her two housemates apparently also came out to check if the bathroom was free but they weren't in Marianne's predicament. She said she tried her damnedest to hold it but eventually lost the battle and wet her pyjama pants in front of the other 2 flatmates. Needless to say this story was quite exciting to hear from my point of view, but obviously being quite private about omo, I didn't ask for further details or anything like that, and just enjoyed the rest of my night occasionally thinking back to the story. I had a thought about the whole situation. It may be a slightly devious way of subtly getting stories out of people who aren't necessarily into omo etc. but has anyone else found it to be a way to get an enjoyable anecdote out of others?
  6. Hi, Not sure if this has been done, but I thought it would be a good idea if this thread is where you can post people who are up for doing custom videos. I know how hard it is to try find even just one person who does customs.
  7. Since there is a gray and now red why not blue!!
  8. This was one of my secret fantasies that I have not done until now. I'd always wanted to experience receiving an erotic massage when I need to pee, and whilst listening to a guided meditation, and just lose all of my inhibitions during the massage and wet myself! So I did In this 15 min video I've just uploaded on pornhub, my bf gives me an extended massage while I am nude on the bed, teasing me and turning me on, until I lose my inhibitions and just wet myself through his fingers and hand while I'm being gently teased and caressed! This was sooo relaxing and intimate, I really enjoyed it a lot! Meditation and massages are made so much better if you can just wet yourself during it... heres the link to it below. And some screenshots too happy Friday everyone ❤❤❤ https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ec7c513ec1a8
  9. Hello Omo Org Long time lurker who is currently trying to find out about a rather old ABDL video. Wondering if anyone can help me out. A long time ago around the mid to late 2000s, there was an ABDL video website that posted a lot of videos. I distinctly remember that it was not abdlvids.com but another website that was operating around the same time. The video looked to be filmed in either the 70s or 80s and the opening shot of a sign on the wall stating "AB Clinic". The film featured a blonde woman taking care of two adult babies, one male and female. It was memorable and decently erotic with some odd humor. The male in the film kept making every opportunity for the nurse to stick her hand in his diaper. At one point the girl pours a bottle of beer into a baby bottle and drinks it. Unfortunately the website closed down in late 2009 and despite my efforts, I have not found anything online across a multitude of sites. I must have tried using the terms "70s", "80s", "vintage", and "diaper porn" in a several different orders to no avail. The only time I recall seeing another screenshot was on a daily diapers forum where a poster mentioned they used to have this on betamax. I saved a few screenshots of that post and added them below. I am hoping that someone out there happened to see this video as well. Not many videos of ABDL existed in the 70s and 80s so I found this as a special needle in a haystack. Any help would be appreciated. Sincerely, Beelze aka wootwoot2
  10. ...who is not AB/DL? For example, a partner, friend or family member? Maybe it was even the thing that awakened your interest in adult nappy wearing? If so, do they know you know, to use a Friends-ism?
  11. This was probably the weirdest wetting I had ever done, my best friend video called me and dared me to hold and then wet wearing nothing on my bottom half My boyfriend Eric was eavesdropping and was eager to join in. It was a little weird at first, sitting on a couch without anything on, but I got used to it and be gain drinking, as did Eric. I'm a thin girl, so the bulge from my bladder was very noticeable when it wasn't even that big. My best friend called me back and said, "wet on Eric, I double dare ya." Eric heard and was all in. I'm so happy that I know a couple people with this fetish to say the least. Now the bulge was growing as I watched YouTube and played Minecraft. Pretty soon, or what felt like pretty soon, was actually 7+ hours of drinking, I asked Eric where we should do it. It was about ten at night and dark so he said outside. I was gonna have to hold myself soon, gravity wasn't helping when I stood up and we went to his backyard. He sat down and guided me on where to sit. "Ready?" I whispered. "Yeah." He whispered back and I felt instant relief. I could hear Eric happy too. He liked it whenever I wet on him so he was in heaven. "We should do this more often" he said. When I was finally done, he asked me where he should go and I said I didn't care. We were half-naked in the grass at 10:00pm doing Omorashi. Pretty soon I felt warmth on my crotch. "Eric.." I ask. He laughs and tells me, "you said you didn't care." We cleaned off inside and got re-dressed. That was the weirdest dare I have ever gotten, no joke.
  12. So I have a hammock hung up outside my house and now that it’s getting warmer I’ll occasionally spend the night in it one problem its nowhere near a bathroom and The first time I really tried sleeping in it I woke up and had to go rushed into the house and too late, so instead of trying to get to a bathroom I used a diaper seems like the obvious answer and after a few tests I believe that pull-ups work the best. Easy to put on/off and because how I sleep (lots of rolling and weird poses) the tapes on most diapers get worn out. after I finish writing this I’m going to hope out into my hammock
  13. (Please note that everyone has been aged up to an appropriate age) Rose walked into the airport. The first thing she noticed was, directly fowards, Timmy and Tommy were standing behind an airline desk waiting for people or anyone else to give them a ticket. She walked over to them, knowing that this is the correct desk. After Rose gave them info and was accepted to get on the plane, she took a seat. Crinkle. As she sat, her padded rear made noise on the seat. She looked around to make sure no one noticed. Luckily, no one heard.. well, not like there were many people TO hear it. The only others on the plane were a blue bird and a colorful bunny. The plane took off. As Rose saw her previous village shrink into the distance, she wondered why. Why is she padded in the first place? Pondering this, Rose quickly drifted to sleep, even though they barely took off. In her previous village, Rose was baffled when she first showed up. Isabelle explained to her that sewage doesnt work in this town, therefore, no toilets. The founder of the town suggested people wear diapers there instead of going to the bathroom. One day there, Rose was doing her usual work but she was BURSTING to pee. Normally, she would just release, right? But, this time, she had many visitors over and they were chilling in the town hall. She knew that if she wet then, everyone would know due to the hissing. Rose had previously let the townsfolk know to keep the diapers a secret while visitors are over, due to it being embarrassing. Rose couldn't hold it. She was squirming in her seat. She then realized that someone else was too. Rose looked at her friend, Kayla. Kayla very obviously had to go badly. Rose laughed on the inside and told Kayla that there was a good open bathroom at the Able Sisters shop. The Able Sisters arent even open.. Kayla believed it though and quickly ran there, and someone else quietly followed shortly after. There was still one person there, but they had headphones on. Rose was at her limit and finally released. Her diaper expanded, and a loud audible hissing noise was heard. Her friend didnt hear it fortunately. Eventually she was done wetting, and her diaper was bigger and yellower than ever. "We will be arriving at our destination soon. The weather is clear, and the temperature is.. moderate. Have a good day." Wilbur said, over the mic. This woke up Rose, and as she sat up, she realised that she heavily wet her diaper in her sleep. It must have been that dream. Rose got out of the plane, bringing her luggage with her. Tom Nook introduced everyone to island life, and Rose eventually set up her tent. She sat down, a little overwhelmed from island life. The diaper she hasn't even been able to change yet is cold, and she shivers when she sat on it. The blue bird walked over to her. "Hey! You're Rose, right?" Rose nodded. "Nice to meet you! I'm Jay. You know.. You'd think they'd have an outhouse or something.. uh.. Well, Cya! Stay strong!" He said, walking off. "Hm.. he seems cool. Luckily, I dont have to worry about b-" Rose was interrupted by the colorful bunny walking over to her. "Hey! I'm Mira. And I'll assume you're Rose?" Mira said to Rose. "Yea.. that's me." Rose responded. "That's nice, cottontail. Bye!" Mira headed off. "Well.. that was quick." Rose said to herself. She wet her diaper more, hoping that eventually she'll have time to change it. Rose didnt have a moment to sit back and relax in her tent, she was busy all day and couldn't change. She ate some cherries from the local area because she was hungry. Eventually, the day was over. Rose entered her tent, but her stomach growled and her bladder was full. Ah.. screw it, she thought, and let go. Not only did her diaper get even more wet, but she messed too. Her diaper went to the floor of the tent, and it lifted up Rose too. She was eventually finished. She took out a diaper pail, currently a leaf. She threw it in the corner and it became the diaper pail, and she threw away her current diaper. She looked in her bag and got cleaning supplies and a fresh diaper. After finally cleaning up, she finally went to sleep. END OF DAY ONE (Author's note: thanks for reading!! This story takes inspiration from this story: https://www.deviantart.com/lulshi/gallery/51209206/things-better-left-unnoticed. It hasn't been updated in years so I decided to write my own animal crossing abdl story loosely based off of it! I really hope you enjoy, this is kinda short and I'll try to update sometimes bye)
  14. The bathroom is occupied and a group of men and women are desperately waiting outside and a woman couldn’t hold it anymore and pees her pants (Audio only) ..scene @57:37 https://youtu.be/toY58lAV8UA @Papergami I know you’ll probably appreciate this one if you haven’t seen it before
  15. So, me and my boyfriend Eric are in Quarantine together at his house, and we got an idea yesterday morning. "Wanna have some fun?" He asked, pulling out a bag of diapers. We had the day off, so of course I said yes. I wore the same short, tight jean shorts (I have dubbed my omo shorts) that I had wet in last time, and when I looked in the mirror, you could clearly tell I was wearing a diaper. Except, I had a pair of panties underneath the diaper for extra fun. I put on a bikini top because why not, and headed downstairs to meet him in the living room. Eric himself put on his tight jeans and a shimple white tee, "well, look who's ready for some fun." He whispered, and pulled out a sleeve of sprite. I nodded, and eagerly downed four cans in the first hour. He had turned the heat down in his house so we would enjoy this even more. We were sitting on his couching playing minecraft on his Xbox, when I felt that I was starting to need to go. He smirked and said, "lemme guess, gotta go?" I nodded, and he pulled me on his lap, smiled approvingly, and I felt as my panties were soon deliciously warm and wet and the diaper had caught some of it. Now I downed another two cans. I laid down on my stomach, wanting to feel the pressure. When that became unbearable, I had sat back up. Eric had a finger in my belt loop and somehow, his dick was now out of his diaper and in the back of mine. He smirked and said, "panties under, eh? How naughty of you!" He said, and then proceeded to pee inside my diaper. When he was halfway done, he swiftly pulled himself out of my diaper and into his own to finish off the job. "Ahh." I heard he say, now nice and relaxed. Now, two hours later, I had to go again. Eric smirked as he saw the crotch of my diaper dampen and then leak. At this point I was done with the diaper, as he bought cheap ones, and just decided to wet in my panties and shorts. Eric's eyesbrows raised as I came out and said, "now I'm gonna have some real fun." He decided me would too, so he ran and took his off. I heard his stomach gurgle and an "omph" escape his lips as he no doubt popped in his pants. He looked at me and said, "when are you gonna go?" I shook my head and said, "you'll see." I had to pee, so I positioned myself over his crotch and peed all over both of us, turning us both on. He stood up and you could see the bulge from his load as he walked, so naughty and yet adorable. I felt a twinge myself. He had walked out, and of course today I hasdn't pooped since Sunday, and so when I let it escape, I was embarrassed and yet happy with myself. Eric came back, brows arched. "Well...did someone poop?" He asked. I nodded and pointed. "Wow, so hot." He whispered, coming up behind me and picking me up. Him and my best friend Sarah love doing this to me, and he threw me and heard the squelch. My eyes widened as I felt the load move, feeling amazing. I walked back over and rubbed his crotch till it was his turn. I have no idea how long the two of us sitting there, full of poop. Either way, it was fun!!
  16. Okay, so if you saw my latest post, you could figure out who this happened with. If not, it was with my boyfriend for who I call on here for privacy, Eric. So lately we've been stocking up on laundry soap and supplies, because we're both in quarantine together and love doing omo. Anyway, this was earlier today. It was Monday, so we both have online work. He asked me if I would accept the challenge of wetting all day, in my clothes. I agreed, and so when I got dressed went a little overboard. I had on five pairs of panties, somehow I got them all on, three pairs of leggings, and jean shorts that would be nice and snug. He came downstairs and was amazed that I was gonna listen. The only exception is if you had to poop, then you can use the bathroom, but wetting you did in what was on you. So we had a couple online meetings each, and I had on my work sweater on top, my coworkers couldn't see the bottom, thankfully. I drank about four cups of tea and a glass of water before so it could be interesting. Whenever I had to go, I would just go. I had towels on the office chair, in case I leaked. It was going great. Around 12, we both had a break. He hadn't thought like I had and didn't layer, and Eric knew he had made a mistake. His crotch had gotten darker. We were making lunch, and he felt my bottom. I looked at him, smiling and asked, "what is it?" He replied, "you're nice and warm. Lucky." If only he knew how many layers I soaked through :-) . The rest of the day was fine, and my last meeting had 2 minutes left, and I had to go. But I looked down and saw my crotch starting to get dark. Crap. The meeting ended, and Eric walked in and looked down, smiling mischievously. He then tackled me to the floor and started tickling me and said, "if I'm gonna look wet, do are you!" And he continued, until I knew I had soaked through it all. He reached down and rubbed my crotch. "Well, we both lost, but this was a lot of fun." I had to agree. He then picked me up, and walked out of the room. After dropping me on the couch, I partially helplessly, but partially amaused, as he be gain to undress me, layer by layer. By the time he got to the panties, he knew I had been wetting because you could see it through. He smirked. "Yeah, yeah...we're even." I told him, "for now"
  17. So I have been very lucky. My best friend and my boy friend both love Omo more than I do. My boyfriend, who I'll call Eric, had his birthday a few days ago (we're in quarantine together). So I asked him what he wanted for his birthday, and he said, "I'll show you" the day of. I followed him to my closet where he pulled out the smallest, tightest pair of jean shorts I owned, and told me to put them on. I did so, and then he told me, "what I find hot is watching you hold and then pissing yourself." And he goes on to say that he wants me to hold it for 14 hours and then he'll tell me where I could go. Worked for me. So he told me what to drink and such throughout the day. He was telling me at 9PM, and Eric had already made me drink two 24 oz bottles of water and 4 cans of sprite. It was 3PM and I was OK, I was at a 5 out of 10. But as it went on, I started to have to cross my legs by six, due to another bottle of water and another sprite. He was laughing and enjoying himself, so I figured I could do it. By 8:50 I was getting desperate. Another water bottle and sprite had been downed, and my hand was holding my crotch. Finally, at 9:00, he picked me up under my arms and placed me on his lap and whispered,"I also find it hot to be pissed on by my girl. Go ahead, you earned it." So I let it all go and it felt awesome to have relief. Eric's breath hitched as my shorts got warm, then hot, then soaking through. I knew I was pissing all over his jeans as well, but I honestly didn't mind. I stood up and looked in the mirror, and Eric was smiling and so happy. "Felt good, huh? We're not done." Now it was my turn to gasp as he pulled his pants down as well as his boxers. He was looking at my wet pants with amusement. He came over and unzipped my shorts, and tugged on my panties, until he could wriggle himself inside of me. "So wet and hot my babe." Eric whispered at me. He was enjoying himself, as was I. I can barely remember what happened next, other than waking up the next morning and realizing I must've changed at some point. Eric walked in and said, "thank you. Best birthday ever."
  18. Hi everyone, first of all - I am not so sure if I did chose the correct forum for this, as I will describe a dream of mine. For me personally it is neither a real life experience but also not just fiction - because I think fiction is made up and written on purpose but here the scriptor is my brain. So I hope this is not the wrong section. And please excuse if my language is not perfect. So two nights ago I had a dream with one ex girlfriend of me. We were together a year and a half ago. I'm not having any feelings for her so it is a bit strange that I had this dream. Also because she found omorashi disgusting and almost ended the relationship because of it. But the dream was pretty good I think and so I like to write it down. So we were a bit making out on the sofa. She has blond hair to the shoulders, she is a bit small and has curves while being relatively thin. She was wearing a blue dress which nearly reached her knees and a black pantyhose beneath it. We were kissing and both getting very aroused than suddenly she asked me to stand up while she stayed on the sofa. She positioned herself in a kind of doggy pose, I could see her nice butt with black panties and just startet to pee on the sofa. She smiled and looked at me while she asked me if she is doing it right and if I like it. Instead of answering I came closer to her while she was still peeing and the pee stains ran down her legs and then I kissed her and lay down under her, so her pee was now also wetting my jeans. She first looked a bit confused but then just continued letting it out (obviously she drank a lot) and we kissed. As she finished we were both wet and her little dress had also sprinkles of pee and the scent was just great. I was extremely horny and I wanted to reward her for what she did for me. So I began to caress her body, I stroke her hips and took her left leg in my hands while she was sitting and breathing heavily. I kissed her and sucked on her wet pantyhose and enjoyed the scent and salty taste. She let out a big moan... Sadly the dream ended there but I thought it was still incredible hot, I would be so happy if a woman would do this for me and I would really reward her with incredible feelings. I am not so sad that the dream ended there because for me that was the most interesting part. Still I wonder why I dreamed of her without any remaining affection but I just take it. I hope you could enjoy this as much as I did, even when English is not my native language and so my descriptions may be a bit shorter and less detailed than I would do it in German.
  19. Does anyone have the original copy of DLFF-364 (the second episode of teacher peeing story, 女教師お漏らしストーリー2)?
  20. Hey it’s Abby again, sorry I’ve been off these forums for so long. It’s been busy doing school work, and have barely had time to even wet myself on purpose. I posted a few of my experiences and you guys really seemed to enjoy them so I have another one for you! this one should have made it onto my first post, but I totally forgot to include it. Trust me, it happened. Oh, did it happen. This is one of my best stories. This was probably around 7 or 8 years ago, actually I’m not quite sure. Anyways, I was on the swim team with my one of my best friends (let’s call her.. sarah), and my brother who is 2 years older than me. I really enjoying swimming (I hope I didn’t pee in the pool too much, yikes) and we had our end of the season tournament that day. To prepare myself I drank a lot of water and electrolytes which help you stay hydrated and also keep your pee in longer. I swam really well and I got a blue ribbon (1st place) in one event, one red (2nd) in another, and two white ribbons in my last event (you guessed it, third.) I was super happy about this and we were going to go celebrate and our parents were going to take us out to get dinner at one of our favorite local restaurants, whatever we wanted. I can’t remember what we picked, because we didn’t make it there. I had to pee so bad once the event was over but there was going to be a lot of traffic with cars leaving the stadium lot so we all decided to leave early instead of going to the bathroom. My older brother also had to go, but Sarah was smart and went before her last race. Anyways we were on the way to the restaurant and my brother and I kept saying we had to pee, so we decided to stop at home first. The drive home was literally 5 minutes but it felt like 20. I was trying to play it cool but I was leaking a little bit in my grey yoga tights. I really didn’t want Sarah to know because she was popular and I didn’t want her to think I was a little baby by pissing myself. We were definitely at the age where this shouldn’t happen. We pulled into the parking lot of my house and my brother got out first and ran to the bathroom. Half of our house was under renovations, so this was the only bathroom. I begged him to let me go first with tears in my eyes. He said “ladies first” with a smirk and closed the door on me. He was peeing for a loooong time I mean it was like 2 minutes (boys have bigger bladders than us so it was an eternity for me). I was yelling knocking on the door begging him to open the door. My brother was inside mocking me saying “cmonnn you can hold it you’re a big girl” and other things. He was done peeing but decided to taunt me by staying inside of the bathroom for another minute. At this point SARAH decides she wants to go to the bathroom too, and walks into the house, seeing me squirming and squealing grabbing my pussy and doing the pure definition of the pee pee dance. I turned around and looked at her, my face as red as Jupiter. “Oh my god Sarah please don’t look” I repeated as I lost control. I let go all at once and piss completely flowed between my hands, up my butt and down my legs. I tried to stop it but there was no use as I hobbled around with my hand between my legs, clear steamy piss splashing left and right. I kept saying Sarah don’t look, and she was looking. She had her hands over her mouth with a look of horror on her face as the floor filled with my massive puddle of piss, quicky rushing towards towards her. I started crying and banging on the door, and only this time my brother answered. “Stop being so drama-“ his eyes quickly went downward to my yoga pants, growing ever darker. I was so embarrassed I tried to turn around to hide it but didn’t account for the fact that there was pee all the way down the back of my leggings and still pee literally gushing out of my vagina onto the floor in front of him. Once I stopped peeing I kept crying and Sarah comforted me. My brother obviously felt so bad as he was just standing there stammering. Did you not believe me when I said I had to fucking pee? Stupid boys. I got in the shower and Sarah went back to the car to tell my parents what happened so they could get the damn story straight. My brother was grounded but it didn’t make me feel any better. I just fully peed myself in front of my best friend (and crush, to put the cherry on top). We didn’t end up going to dinner, my parents drove Sarah home. I saw her the next day at school and she told me it was okay, even she pees herself and that sometimes you just can’t hold it! She didn’t tell a soul. I recently caught up with her after years and she cracked a joke about the whole situation which reminded me to post about it. Thank god she did. That made me open up and I told her I still have accidents sometimes even though I’m an adult, and I also told her that it kind of turns me on. She said “well I’ll pee my pants for you next time so you don’t feel alone, that’s what I should’ve done that night. Were you turned on when you peed yourself in front of me then?” I said “no (which was true I was mortified) but just talking about it is making me wet!” We both laughed and said our goodbyes. and that is my last wetting story that has happened to me. im sure I’m going to pee myself in a really embarrassing situation soon, so I’ll be back. Hopefully with video?
  21. I understand that this falls more into the category of embarrassing than anything else, but has anyone ever seen someone, male or female, have a genuine wetting accident. Not drunk or ill or as a child. But a genuinely true accident by an adult? No need to provide any detail on the thread if you don’t want to, but a simple ‘yes, female, thirties’ or something like that would do. I’m intrigued as to whether such incidents are rarer than once in a lifetime experience to witness.
  22. Hello there! So this week has basically been a series of me getting distracted from the omo fiction I've wanted to write for a while. I'll have some fantasies written up on this forum eventually, but, in the meantime, I hope you'll enjoy an entry from my memory bank! This is one I can remember with extreme clarity, since it's one I go over often in my best fantasies. So, strap in, this will be pretty long. My current partner is amazing, and everything I've ever wanted in a man. Ever since I hit puberty, I've had a thing for "soft boys", and he nails it. He's not only sensitive, shy, playful, and sweet, he's also devilishly handsome in the nerdiest way possible. If you think of Jeff Goldblum in Independence Day, or Adam Conover in a sweater and slacks, that's his general aesthetic. We've been together about 2 years now and it's been the happiest time in my life, but this story is from when we had only been together for a few months, when we were still a little reserved around each other, and before he knew I was into omorashi. Our hometown has a superb annual city Summer arts festival. They shut down a portion of downtown that includes a park from dawn to dusk, and dedicate it to local artisans, dancers, performers, musicians and actors. They start off the day with small-time theater performances, and then they go on to allow buskers and living statues to do their thing while people wander around eating ice cream, deep fried delights, even full meals that the local immigrant population is known for, and shopping at stalls run by regional craftsmen. As the sun sets, they light up the main stage for the city's larger musicians and bands. I bought one of my most prized possessions there one year, and met some wonderful friends. It's a great place to make memories, and for myself and my partner on that day, it was a great place to go on a date. We weren't going to do the full day, instead choosing to stroll down the little paths hand-in-hand in the park, buying some little crafts, some jewelry, and sampling some delicious food. We had some fantastic local lunch and dinner specialties, some deep fried ice cream with deep fried Oreos, sundaes, and soft drinks. Since he was driving, I got to help myself to several bottles of our resident brewery's limited-batch beer. Between the beer and my partner's habit of always keeping well-hydrated, we eventually noticed that the city planners must have drastically underestimated how many people were going to be there. There were only five port-a-potties to service a crowd of about 2,000. The park's standing bathrooms had a line going around the building for both sexes, and we both had to pee. We had looked at the set list for the evening's musical performances, ultimately deciding we weren't dying to see any of them, and here we made our first mistake. We decided we weren't going to stand in line for the bathrooms, rather just head to a nearby Starbucks where we were planning on meeting some after the shows, grab a table, and use the bathroom there. As we drifted out of the festival, we made our second mistake. The Starbucks was about 15 blocks away, definitely walkable but not the shortest trip. Between both our growing needs to go, and my sleepy half-drunk fog, we instead opted to drive. It shouldn't be a long drive, we thought, it's after rush hour, we'll be headed away from the mainstay of traffic, we'll be fine! Spoiler alert: We were not fine. What should have been a 20-minute walk turned into a 40-minute drive, between one-way roads, the roads cut off to redirect traffic towards the festival, general Friday-night chaos and just the sheer number of people. My partner and I tried to keep each other distracted, talking about other things, cracking jokes, but somehow it always came back to "Fuck, I need to pee." I was in worse shape, since my lust for the whole situation made me feel every little twinge around my crotch more intensely. I could feel my urethra burning while I clenched, trying my best not to hold myself in front of this sweet new boy I'd been dating. I took a moment to steady myself and stare out the darkening window; in the reflection I saw my partner grab his dick and squeeze, trying to be subtle while I stared out at the city's lights. That certainly didn't help either situation for me. Finally, we got close enough to the Starbucks to start searching for a parking space. I was getting really desperate, so I asked if he could pull over and I could jump out so I could run in and grab a couple seats for us while he found somewhere to park. He obliged, and I jogged the rest of the way over, trying hard not to jostle my bladder full of beer and soft drinks. The Starbucks was packed, beyond what I was expecting. Wall-to-wall people, crammed around tables and talking in such a din, you could barely hear the employees shouting drink orders. I let out a near-inaudible groan when I noticed the line of about 10 people long for one of the two single-stalled, all-gender bathrooms at the back of the restaurant. I joined the back of the line, my bladder throbbing against my tight-fit jeans, just ready to burst. I was still tipsy, and that didn't help matters. I tried to keep my eyes ahead, but, as people in various states of distress joined the line, I couldn't stop thinking about people losing control, finally letting go and wetting themselves. The hot woman directly head of me was wearing a purple pencil-cut dress and high-heeled boots. She clearly really needed to go, as her hips kept swaying and she'd shift from foot to foot. In my haze, I could only imagine her finally giving up, a line of pee from her dress to the floor and down both legs, filling those huge boots. None of this was helping, as I was now horny, tipsy, and desperate. After about 10 minutes of leaning on the wall, deep breathing, and banal chatter with the people around me about the local football team, I was finally at the front of the line. The woman in front of me in line came out with a satisfied smile on her face I tried hard not to notice, and I did my best to stay nonchalant, resisting the urge to dart into the bathroom I needed so badly. I can still remember this in great detail, as I stepped up to the threshold, a voice chimed in my ear, "Can I come in with you?" It was my partner. He must have found a place to park and rushed in. "Why?" His reply came in a quick whisper, "I don't think I can make it through the line." "Yeah, c'mon." I ducked in and stepped aside so he could follow me and shut the door. As soon as he got the door locked, both hands shot to his crotch. I was surprised, having never seen him so shameless before. I still fantasize about him that night, looking up at me and pleading, "Can I go first? Please. I'm already going." The last part in a pitiful whisper. "Yeah, sure." I put aside my own desperate need for the toilet, and leaned against the sink, bracing for what was about to happen. He rushed over to the toilet, fiddled with his fly, pulled out his leaking penis, and let go a roaring stream of pale-yellow pee into the water. He whimpered, steadying himself against the wall, as my own bladder and clit throbbed together. I crossed my legs in a delicious agony, watching in awe as he pissed for at least a minute and a half. Finally, once he finished, I couldn't take it anymore. Before I could even get my zipper down, my bladder exploded into my jeans, and I had no hope of stopping it. I wrenched down my clothing, darting to the toilet before my partner even had time to step away, and relaxed completely. He said something along the lines of "Whoa, you had to go," but I was too wrapped up in my own relief to pay attention. I gushed into the toilet, at least matching him in noise if not volume. He went to wash his hands, and I sighed and swore to myself, feeling every little drop flow out of me, and my bladder lifting away from the nerves around it. Once my stream became a trickle, I realized exactly how much I had wet myself. I flushed red, noticing the basketball-sized stain on the front of my jeans, and embarrassed at just how aroused I was. Had that been my own bathroom at home, I would've laid on the floor and just gone to town, but for now I had to deal with the situation at hand. I cleaned myself up (near impossible with how wet I was but I managed), flushed, and washed my hands while my partner watched the ceiling out of respect. I ended up just going out into the Starbucks with my wet jeans, since there was really no way to deal with it. My sheer black top barely came down to cover my belly button, and there was no hope of using it to cover the stain. Being the middle of Summer, we were both in short sleeves without hoodies, so it wasn't as though I could wrap something around myself. My partner walked in front of me to the table, to lessen the number of people who gave me funny looks. A few spritzes of perfume so I didn't smell like pee, and we were ready to hang out with our friends while I covertly let myself dry under the table. At the risk of this turning into an absolute novel, this was the event that finally got me to tell him about my kinks. Omorashi isn't my partner's thing, but he will occasionally indulge me and put on a show of getting desperate and nearly wetting himself. It's done nothing but great things for my sex life, and I'm glad I let him know. Hopefully this wasn't too much of a wall of text, I just personally love this experience and it's a common memory to go over. Thanks for reading and I hope you liked it!
  23. A few days ago, Pornhub (or how they call themselves now StayhomeHub), gave Premium access to everyone worldwide for free!!! - with the goal of keeping us busy in during the lockdown. Now that we all have Premium, we might as well use it! Let's share some links to some good omo content that was previously behind a paywall! - particular videos or wrole authors. I listed the things I am looking for personally (l like women.) in the post's tags, but feel free to suggest anything else, as other people are surely looking things as well. Please provide links, names and a brief description - for everyone's convenience.
  24. Hi all, A few years ago I came across some amazing desperation videos on x-tube. They were posted by someone called BudTHX or something like that. There were several in the series where he would control his partners bladder. She was really desperate and they were just so good at it, they really hit my spot! I can't find any trace of them. I assume the makers no longer want them out for the general public to see. That's fine if that's the case, but if there's a small chance they are available I'd love to see them again. Any help would be appreciated xx
  25. Hey guys, got a little bored so decided to write a short story. Hope you guys find it enjoyable. He walked through the door and I noticed he was flustered. He was murmuring to himself; I couldn’t hear what he was saying but I could tell he was frustrated. I paid it little mind, I was busy cooking our dinner, besides, I just figured he’d had a bad day at work which was a pretty common occurrence. I stirred the pasta and listened to him removing his shoes and placing his keys on the hook. I called out a greeting which went unheard. I’m not having that, I thought to myself. Its one thing being in a mood, but another thing altogether blanking your girlfriend. “Did you not hear, I said hello?” I called out sarcastically. Again, he didn’t respond. I turned the heat down on the pasta and walked into the hallway. He had gone upstairs, in quite a hurry by the sounds of it. I felt it was pointless calling out again if he was just going to ignore me, so I followed him upstairs. I checked our bedroom and there was no sign, I checked my office space, no sign. I called out again, this time asking where he had gotten to, he simply called back with “bathroom”. Here we go, I thought to myself, gunna be one of those nights. “I haven’t seen you all day, it would be nice to even just say hello when you get back in from work” I was feeling a little agitated, this kind of attitude really grinds my gears. “I’ll be out in a second” he called from behind the door. It sounded like he was getting changed to me. Why get changed in the bathroom though? “baby, what’s going on? I know something has happened, this isn’t just another bad day at the office, please, just come out and talk to me” I guessed it was pointless but I can be stubborn and I really don’t like it when he ignores me. “Just give me a minute, please. I’m not trying to be obtuse, it’s just I don’t want you getting the wrong end of the stick” Okay, this is beginning to worry me now, I thought to myself. Has he been with another woman? Is that why he’s looked himself away? To give himself an opportunity to get rid of her scent. If that is the case, he may as well stay in there, because there is no way in hell, he’s coming anywhere near me. “You’re worrying me now, please just come out” i probably sounded a lot less angry than I was deep inside. I find it is often best to stay calm on the outside, that can save a lot of trouble and strife. “look, I’m sorry, it’s just…” I heard his voice breaking slightly and he took a big deep breath before finishing his sentence. “just what? I’m your girlfriend please don’t keep me in the dark. Whatever it is I want to help” “look, truth is….. ahh. Look the truth is I’ve pissed myself. Okay” Did I hear right? Did he just say he’s pissed himself? Surely not? “babe I’m sorry I didn’t hear what you said” my voice pleaded ignorance, I was ninety percent sure of what he said, I just wanted confirmation. “I’ve pissed myself” okay, that time I heard him. Oh boy. How do I play this? Calm and soothing? Say nothing and let him simmer down and then talk about it? Is he too embarrassed to talk about it? Maybe that’s it. Maybe he’s too embarrassed, he has no reason to be, as much as anything else, it happens, he is only human. Or do I tell him the truth: which is when I heard those three words, my knickers became wet with excitement? “Okay babe come out he bathroom, please. I wanna be with you right now, not stuck at the other side of a door” There was a pause. He didn’t say anything, and I wondered if he ever would say anything, I guess this kind of thing is harder for some people to deal with than others. But at the very least, I wanted to be with him in this moment, not for my benefit, but for his. The truth is I have fantasised about this for a long time, he knows nothing about it, I’ve kept it very private. As much as I love this sorta thing, our sex life has been fine without it, I haven’t seen the need to rock the boat and potentially make things awkward between us. However, in this moment, I had regretted not saying anything. Not for my own gratification, but because I believed that having this knowledge in this moment of time would have made it easier for him. If he knew how I felt, then maybe he would not have run upstairs to hide, and he would have just passed it off and forgotten about it. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, I guess. Eventually the door opened, and he stepped out. His dark blue jeans were soaked from crotch to ankle. His junk was bulging slightly against his fly, not surprising given he is well hung. I looked him up and down and it just made me super horny. I asked him to turn around, I made it sound like I was doing an inspection rather than just enjoying the view. Oh boy, hiss ass was soaked too. Guess he lost control in the car then? He turned back to face me. He didn’t seem embarrassed, which made his behaviour seem even more unusual. I moved close to him and hugged him tight. He really did smell of pee, but that was fine, I liked that, it just turned me on even more. After a few moments I stepped back and looked him up and down again, this isn’t a view I’ll forget easily, I thought to myself. I looked him in the eye and told him it was alright; he didn’t say anything. So, I asked him what happened. “I left work, I had been drinking a lot of coffee, I got stuck in traffic and it was just too much for me, I lost it a few miles away” Don’t get me wrong, I felt bad for him, I truly did, but this was my fantasy coming true and I was struggling to contain my own emotions. I could feel my pussy throbbing, I just wanted him inside me so bad in that moment. Screw it, I thought, I’m going for broke. I moseyed up to him and grabbed his manhood. He looked at me with surprise written all over his face, but he didn’t back away. I kissed him on the cheek and looking straight into his eyes I began rubbing his penis up and down. He was getting hard; girlfriend powers win again. I zipped his fly down. He was wearing briefs, so his junk didn’t flop out, everything just stayed in a cute mound. His underwear was cold and sodden, they were red once over, now they were more a grey like colour, he must have really needed to go. I knelt and began kissing his junk, still inside his wet underwear. He was beginning to breath heavily; he was enjoying this. He moved his hands to pull his underwear down, but I gently pushed them away, I wanted him just like this. I grabbed his wet ass with my hands and began squeezing and rubbing. “I really should get these off” he muttered, I guess he was trying to speak normally but he was breathing hard, so I guess muttering was about all he could manage. “You should, you’ve been a naughty boy and you need punishing” I was full on using my sex voice now. I kind of expected some objection to my last remark, but he said nothing and removed his briefs. His junk came out to play and stood to attention for me. I licked his manhood up and down and began sizing him up to go in my mouth. He was starting to moan; he really was enjoying this. Just like that I had a naughty thought. Still kneeling I began to flex and push my bladder muscles. It didn’t take long for a small trickle of pee to wet my knickers, but I wanted more. I pushed a little harder and a bit more came out and a bit more, a bit more, a bit more, then the gates opened. Pee started gushing out of my body, through my knickers, through my black leggings and pooled under my bum. His manhood was now fully in my mouth, but I had to take him out for a moment, so I didn’t bite him, I needed to grit my teeth to stop a moan escaping. He looked down inquisitively and saw what I was doing. How could he not? I was full on pissing myself just a few feet from his face. “now we’ve both pissed ourselves. Feel better?” I asked. He didn’t say anything. He simply pounced on me. Before long the back of my tank top was sopping wet as he had pushed me straight into my puddle, my leggings had been removed and he seemed to take great delight at looking at my wet knickers, okay, it wasn’t just pee they were wet with. He was kissing me all over and playing with my breasts. I couldn’t help but moan, I was powerless to resist. From a straddling position he ripped me up into his strong arms and carried me to our bed. He threw me down with some force and pounced on me again. I was missing something. I knew they were close by, but I was feeling around but couldn’t find them. Oh, there they are. I took them in my hand and gripped them tight, they were still wet, and I wanted them close to me as a reminded of how this came about. What were they? His wet underwear. I think you can all guess what happens next. The next day I was speaking to some friends, just a normal generic conversation, but I brought up about the bad traffic the day before. I was told there was no traffic that day, the roads were quiet. Seems someone hasn’t been one hundred percent honest. Well, guess that makes two of us. The pasta was ruined by the way.
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