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  1. Falling for a Girl

    Based on a prompt from Tremblingstockings.tumblr.com In a small clump of trees in a rocky woodland area far from any city or town a tall skinny ginger-haired boy in an overly large cotton tee and an overly small pair of old blue jeans stood with his fly open cursing his manhood. He'd been standing there for the better part of ten minutes but the tree trunk he was aimed at was still bone try and his bladder was still bursting full. He wanted to go. He wanted it with every fiber of his being. But somehow he couldn't get his little faucet to turn on. The nervous young man had a hard enough time using a public restroom. Here there were no walls. He felt unprotected and he knew there was a chance his business could be heard or even seen. He tried to relax. He closed his eyes and took deep regular breaths and did what he could to forget where he was. He felt something coming. A little bit of liquid had made it past the barrier and was trickling through the channel. He heard a slight drizzle on the leaves below. Just then he heard a voice. Laughter. Girlish laughter. Manda's voice. His passage instantly clamped shut. He knew there was no hope of relieving himself now. With a sigh he zipped up and walked back to where his fellow campers were waiting. This was supposed to be a fun excursion. His first time camping without any grown-ups around to supervise his vacation. Because he and his friends were now grown-ups. At least they technically were even if they didn't feel like they were. Chett was no experienced outdoorsman and the wilderness always had some misery to dole out but this camping trip could still have been fun. It would have if it hadn't been for one factor: Girls. What was planned as a camping trip with his two best buds had changed into a trip with two guys and one of their girlfriends and somehow further morphed into a trip with two boys and three girls. When Chett was with the guys he was just hanging out but with girls around he was always on edge. It was like being at school or work. The girls weren't total strangers. Chett had become a little friendly with the girl named Manda. Had a couple private conversations with her. Gotten to know her somewhat. She was a robust brunette who looked great in flannel and khakis. Her face and hair always seemed flawless even though she was staying at a campsite with only the most basic amenities. She was bright and optimistic and receptive and had a certain warmth he'd never felt in a girl. Except maybe his mother. To sum it up simply Chett sort of liked Manda. Ironically that made him more nervous in her company than when she was just another girl. When she was around he could never relax. The hardest part to relax was the muscle that held his bladder shut. Just hearing a fleeting giggle from her had been enough to electrify his wires and shut off his plumbing. Chett emerged from the grove and rejoined the group. So much time had passed since he'd excused himself that he couldn't admit he hadn't done anything. He would have to make a different excuse if he wanted to break away from the pack again. That was the only way he'd be able to relieve his ever-growing bladder. There was an outhouse at the campsite but that was a long way to go and he wanted to catch back up with the group before too long. His best bet was to go off on his own and find a secluded spot without anyone following him. For the time being they were hiking a trail together. Bella was the first to break off from the group. She found an edible fungus and wanted to go hunting for more. Chett searched his brain for excuses but couldn't think of anything that wouldn't get him funny stares from his fellow campers. It wasn't easy to concentrate on a problem like that with a full bladder in tow. All he could think about was the large amount of liquid sloshing around inside there and his inexplicable difficulty getting it out. "Do you hear water?" Tommy asked. It threw Chett off for a moment because he was carrying a lot of water but didn't think anyone else knew. "A waterfall," Bella observed as she pointed out the distant stream. It gave Chett an idea. "It's beautiful!" he said in exaggerated wonder. "I'm going to go look at it up close." He now had an excuse to walk in almost the opposite direction from the group. It looked like there was some pretty dense vegetation near the waterfall where he could hide himself while he tried to go. The sound of the running water should ease things along and mask the sound of his stream. The plan failed however. The whole group wanted to look at the waterfall. Manda was so enamored with it she wanted to take pictures. She asked to use Chett's camera rather than the lousy one on her phone and her eagerly obliged. After a short while they resumed their hike. Each step made Chett's bladder sting. The next one who broke away was Sarah. She was feeling claustrophobic and wanted to get back out in the open field downhill. Her boyfriend Liam went with her. Chett suspected it was her excuse to steal some time with him. It gave him an idea for his own excuse. If they were going downhill maybe he could go uphill. He announced his intention at the next fork in the path. "I think I'll see how high up I can get. Take in the view. Take some pictures." Tommy, Bella, and Manda acknowledged him but continued along the path they'd planned. It was perfect. Chett's legs carried him quickly because his desperation gave him energy. After he'd gone a ways he had to leave the beaten path because it was going into an open area. He needed bushes or tall weeds or crowded trees but most of those were dangerously close to the trail his three comrades were walking. Finally he spotted the perfect place. There was a lush thicket that would hide him perfectly for his unmentionable task. It was nice and isolated sitting above some limestone bluffs. Chett believed he had all the energy and motivation he needed to do some rock climbing. After he had reached where the second story window would've been if the rock face was an apartment building he heard a cheerful girlish voice that made him freeze in place like a gargoyle on the side of a skyscraper. "Chett!" Manda called. "Do you want your camera?" He'd forgotten he didn't have a camera with him when it was essential to his excuse. After a moment of embarrassed scatterbrained mumbling he twisted around to face the girl while putting on an air of confident masculinity. "Thank you but I don't need it after all. I'd rather take in the sights with only my own eyes. It's more special that way." Manda bought that story and even remarked positively about his way of thinking. That solved one problem. The problem of getting up the bluff was exacerbated however. It was much harder to climb knowing a girl was watching. Not just any girl. The girl he kind of liked. Motions that had come naturally to him a moment earlier were now difficult and deliberate. In the next ten minutes he only ascended a few body lengths. "Wow," cooed Manda despite Chett's shortcomings. "You're quite a climber." The compliment made the boy weak in the knees. It was a bad time for that. He lost his footing and fell head over heels. The next thing Chett knew he was lying in Manda's arms. Her right arm was cradling his back and her left arm was holding him up at the knees. The tough young woman had caught him before he hit the ground and she hadn't even fallen over in the effort. Chett was humiliated. He'd carelessly embarked on a dangerous activity and almost gotten himself hurt through his own clumsiness. Stacked on top of that was the shame of failing at something manly and having to be rescued by a girl. The combination of burning embarrassment and heart-jolting fear made him breath rapidly and sweat heavily and blush profusely. But the fall had another effect on his body that humiliated him more than anything else about the disaster: He was having an accident in his pants. It didn't stay in his pants for long however. His tight blue jeans and bent legs made sure of that. The cotton and denim absorbed a little of the hot golden liquid but most of it flowed right out of the bulge in his jeans and onto the rocky soil below. It flowed and flowed. His uncooperative body had forced him to hold an outrageously large volume and it was all pouring forth freely now. It felt like an hour went by. Neither one of them said a word. The strange situation had frozen them in place. Manda held Chett in her arms and looked at him with an uncertain expression in her eyes while his eyes struggled to hold hack tears while his bladder held back nothing. Once the bladder had become empty and the ground had become a small lake Manda raised her right arm and lowered her left arm and set the boy safely on the ground. Chett tried to speak but stopped himself in an instant because he was afraid he'd sob. His eyes were welling with tears. Then Manda did something unexpected: She hugged him with all her might. In a comforting voice she said, "You poor boy. I never knew you had a cute side." Chett was astonished. A girl had called him cute. She'd said it in a context that was strange and almost insulting but she had said he was cute and the boy knew he had to capitalize on this moment. He felt speechless but knew he had to speak anyway so he managed something. "You remind me of my mother," he said. He scrambled for something better to say and came up with "You're so sweet." "Let's go," Manda said enthusiastically while holding his hand. "Now's a great time to go swimming in our clothes."
  2. Live Action Omorashi

    I've noticed a lot of threads about people holding it, and then posting what is happening to them as time passes. I've decided to consolidate this into a single thread in order to keep the board from getting cluttered. I will keep this short and sweet. Basically, if you're holding it right now and you want an audience, go ahead and post in this thread. Mention things such as your level of desperation and provide as many details as you can. While I would prefer all live action stuff to go in this thread, that doesn't mean you are obligated to do it. If you would rather, you could always hold it, do what needs to be done, and then post a separate thread about what happened. This is subject to change as questions and problems arise.
  3. female Another day of re-wetting

    So today I've had one of those amazing days where I had absolutely no plans and nobody coming to say hi, so I spent the day in my favorite wetting pants and have taken great advantage of it. I started simply by wetting in my room (hardwood floors can be a blessing,) and then going down to eat breakfast. I then went and got some protection for my couch, which I have sat on and wet a couple of times throughout the day. I might have to let the couch cushion dry out some, though, I may've peed a bit too much today, but that's nothing much to do. I do realize now that I probably could have spent the day being lazy in bed, and wetting there (since I still do want to wet the bed at least once,) but it's a bit late for that, unfortunately. Plus I'd rather wet through the night, make it more fun, i think. The only time today I didn't wet myself is when I had to take a crap, in which case it was to the toilet like normal. I love it when I can just wet myself through the day like this, it's a lot of fun. I don't know when I'll get another chance like this, since my plans tend to be quite fluid, but I really can't wait for another day where I can kick back like today and just be wet all day long.
  4. fantasies question

    I was wondering what is the fantasy that turns you on the most, mine is when girls get desperate waiting in line and because of that they pee in emergengy places like in bushes behind the toilets, a wastebin or even the floor (my favourite). I know is specific but I'd like to know what other people like
  5. female Wetting my jeans

    I held on for a couple of hours but I kept chugging water. I leaked a few times before I lost it. Hope you enjoy!
  6. The Bulge Diary

    Okay guys, here's my thread :D I know that a lot of people want to see more bulges, myself included, so here's a thread for exactly that. I'll try and upload my own photos once or twice a week, in different outfits and the like :) Also, everyone is welcome, male, female, anyone :) (Even cats, Rini) Rules of this thread; Feel free to post your own bulges; the more the merrier! However, please refrain from uploading photos you've found on the internet. I'm trying to encourage participation from the members on the site, so yeah. Anyway, to start our ball rolling, here's a photo I took a few days ago. Please enjoy my thread! xo Kay
  7. Snowpants Wetting

    Yo, Phil here. How does everyone here feel about wetting snowpants or reading about others doing it? Obviously, you can wear a variety of different types of pants, if any, under your snowpants. And the best part? — no one can know you're wetting. It's just the warm, nice, feeling without any of the worry. And boy is that great during the freezing winter months!! Have any of you tried this before? Heard of anyone else? If not, it is of my utmost recommendation.
  8. So I had a nifty weekend, and I figure I would share with the world of Omo. After some life changes and bologna like that, I now live with my sister, Brother-in-Law, two nephews and a Niece. Saturdays event revolved around my Niece sister and I. Now, my sister isnt married to my nieces dad, but she has majority custody. Whatever, its all complicated, but since the kid is such a charm, I like to take my sister and pick her up from the exchange point about 45 minutes away. No big deal. As far as names go, Im not going to use Pronouns, so be prepaired for a ton of regular nouns. Im a coffee drinker and I have Overactive Bladder. Im not going to not drink coffee, im just going to plan around for restroom breaks. My sister is absolutly normal, so whatever then, and My niece is nine, almost ten. Sis and I hopped into my nifty honda, ol' Reliable, stopped about five minutes away from home for gas, pop for the road for the three of us and snacks. (Pocky) Then we were off. Now, before we left, about five or so, I don't recall having to use the bathroom anywhere, so I didnt. I just sipped my Drink as usuall and enjoyed a Babby-Daddy hating conversation as we Meandered down the Highway. Since the Opposite direction highway was behind trees I didnt recognise my doom beforehand, and usually about 30 mins is about what I can hold desperate. La-ti-Da, and 45 minutes later were at the pick up point. Some dumpy gas station for whatever reason. We don't have long to wait as Baby-Daddy pulls in, and basically tosses his kid out of his car and vrooms away. Hugs and kisses all around, and we all hop into my car excited to get home. We didnt think about using the bathrooms as its not usually an Issue unless i have a bad day. Niece is usually pretty good about it too, so we just zoomed off. Just so you have an Idea, were basically a cookie cutter family. Blond hair for us except me, blue eyes, Hoodies because its chilly, and Jeans because.... well pants. Were not ugly, but I wont go as far as to say were pretty. But all three of us are Cute. Yes even Mr. Me. So im cruzing down the freeway thinking, crap, I drank all my pop, I have to pee. So I check my exits and Im about ten minutes away from the rest area. So I say to the car, "Anyone need to pee? Cuz Uncle here has to go!" Niece chuckles and says she also needs to go as she didnt go during the ride with her father, which is about the same as the trip back to our place, so about 45 minutes. So I get ready to meet the exit in about eight miles when from around the bend.... Completely stopped traffic. Well shit. Sis looks way ahead and groans. "Road Construction. Typical." Which is when I see the glowing traffic sign that reads "Expect delays". Crap. So I pull up behind this Volvo and just idle on the break. For about ten minutes. Traffic isnt moving. The construction crew is trying to position a crane to bring in the new overpass gurders or whatever and they cant let cars go because its in the way... and its apparantly stuck. Ten minutes sucked because i went from that pressing urge to pushing on my lap to try to fight the urges. Whatever I drank hit fast because it was a countdown from there. So another ten minutes and i hear from the back seat, "Mom, when are we going to move? I Have to pee now!" We couldnt come up with a reasonable explaination really, so we just said I dont know. As little kids are want to do, she started to make noises about needing to go. To be fair though, so Did I. I looked back in the rear mirror to see her holding on for dear life just like me and felt pretty bad for her. Five minutes later we hear, "Mommy, I can't hold it much longer!" Hold on is all we could say. Well all my sister could say, because i was dying in the drivers seat. "I can't last much longer Kiddo" I tell her. We finally inch forward about three cars and stop again. Then I leaked, a good one too. Enough to make my hand wet where I was trying to block the river. So I curse out loud because I have no filter. Sis trys to cheerlead us into holding on, but the backseater chokes back on sob and says, "Im sorry Uncle" I look back in the mirror to see her jeans with a small lake on them and little waterfalls running down the sides. "Its ok," I say back, "Cuz its game over here too." And that was about it. My endurance ran its course..... Just as cars started to move again. Once I started to go, it was the end, bam, everything just kinda made its way out. Positioned as we were with my sporty lay back seats, the backs of our pants were drenched, little puddles remained in our seats when we finally got home about twenty mintues later. Since my sister texted her husband ahead of us, none of the other kids were home when our peed pants selves came back. Also we went for Ice cream.
  9. Ok i know this may have been asked before from someone else, but I am quite curious to know from everyone here... How exactly did it happen, and what exactly caused the feeling of getting aroused from holding pee and wetting yourself or witnessing it? This is such an insanely wierd and embarrasing fetish to have, and I can't even believe that i'm actually one of these Omo lovers posting on this site! Here is exactly how I got into pee. As a kid i wet myself a bit more than a boy should have (never happened in school luckily). Several of these vivid childhood memories of peeing myself, feeling the warm pee run down my legs, stuck with me. When I was 13 and my hormones started kicking in, i began to start craving pee like crazy and I did not know why! I thought i was the wierdest kid in the entire face of the earth. It all started with me touching my pee stream and the warmth of my pee got me excited. I started peeing in cups and tried drinking it. I layed in the tub and peed allover my face and body. A couple years later, I started remembering that feeling from way back... how good it felt to pee my pants and wanted to feel it again so bad. I started purposely wetting my pants in the tub. Some years later 19-21, i was on the train going home and I had to PEE bad! Luckily I made it home but after I had that orgasmic release, those early wetting memories smacked me in the face hard! I was so horny i was shivering! This was when I discovered that holding my pee was arousing to me. I did holds in my room and kept holding it in till i started spurting and couldn't take it. And if i were to see a woman desperate in public or godforbid have an accident, I would go home and do a hold to simulate this woman I saw. I thought i had a really serious mental problem. I started googling my symptoms, and eventually, i came across this word... Omorashi. And here I am! Guess I wasn't the only one. So now i would like to hear from others here your origins of this fetish. You don't have to be as long and discriptive as I was. I know my story was probably very basic but oh well. So how did it happen to you??
  10. You instantly recognise the woman walking toward you. Red hair, freckles, broad smile with big white teeth. Aara Grantly. You went through the entirety of school in the same year group, primary and high. Her grandparent's farm was adjacent to the farm where you grew up. She liked horses and reading. You had a crush on her when you were twelve. You haven't seen her since though, you moved to the city to find a job, she moved to Europe to find herself. It must be nearly ten years since you last saw her, probably at one of those house parties after school broke up and before everyone left town and never came back. But that was only the last time you saw her, you instantly remember the last time you actually hung out; that last bus ride. ************ The final siren announces the end of another school day. It's your 8th last one. You're well and truly over it. There are only a couple of weeks left before you can officially sign out for the last time and get on with your real life. You gather up your revision materials into your backpack and head for the school gate. Inconveniently, the only bus that goes anywhere near your house doesn't pick up from the school. You have a ten minute walk out onto Maranoa Rd ahead of you. Still it's a nice enough spring day and this is the 8th last time you'll have to do it. The 8th last time you'll have to ride the clanging, juddering bus home for the best part of an hour. You pass the school toilets on the way to the gate in the low metal fence. You do need to pee, but are torn. If you stop for a quick leak there is every chance you will miss the 3:20 bus and have to wait in the sun for the 4:20. But if you don't then the bus ride will probably be pretty uncomfortable. You make up your mind quickly. To use the school toilets turn to page 15 To skip the toilets turn to page 8
  11. Hey everyone! I've had an account for a while now (for four years already wow). I haven't contributed anything of much value, despite browsing the site plenty. I thought I would make a video to say I added something :) Ill take requests for whatever floats your boat, and upload it this weekend. I'm not charging money. I'm a male in his early 20s. Heres a picture.
  12. Embarrassing Honor

    Five minutes to three. It was time to go on duty. Sam grabbed his knapsack and exited the classroom. In a way, he hated to leave. Mr. Cordovian was a boss science teacher, and Sam was interested in everything he talked about. But to be a Patrol Boy: That was a feather in his cap that Sam just couldn't pass up. Sam had not applied to be a Patrol Boy. He knew he would never be chosen. Patrol Boys were from the in-crowd, the jocks, the swells, none of which included Sam. Then came the deployment. Several boys had dropped out of the Patrol Boys when their families moved, as the Brigade deployed to Korea. Miss Quinmorton, the Patrol Boy Director, had come to Sam and personally asked him to step in and become a Patrol Boy. Sam was flabbergasted, but "No" was not on option, so, here he was fast-walking down the hall and out the door to get to his post at stoplight a block down from school. Patrol Boys, as Sam had learned, fulfilled a vital function at this and other intersections. There was a policeman assigned to the intersection morning and evening, but little kids: Sometimes they got confused or forgot when to cross, or got to horsing around and stepped into the street in front of traffic. Patrol Boys stood at the curb, making sure all younger students stayed behind them, until told to cross. The Patrol Boy's word was law. Woe betide anyone disobeying a Patrol Boy, and double woe betide any Patrol Boy late to his post, or not paying attention to his duties. Proud of his Patrol belt, Sam never showed up late, and absolutely never allowed his attention to be diverted. Miss Quinmorton had complimented his good performance, and Sam intended to maintain his good record. Doing so presented no problem for Sam, for Sam was a responsible boy. However, being a Patrol Boy did present Sam with one little problem. Sam walked to and from school, so taking a few minutes to go the boy's room before leaving school was no problem. But Patrol Boys had five minutes to get from class to their assigned places. There was no leaving a couple of minutes early to run to the bath room; not even Patrol Boys left class before five to three. Thus, Sam more or less had to pee every afternoon when he was on duty. Sam had never peed his pants on duty, but twice he had done so trying to make it home after he was dismissed from duty. Today, however, Sam really had to go; I mean REALLY! The milk truck had delivered extra milk that morning, so students were encouraged to help themselves. Four half-pint cartons made a quart, and Sam, who loved milk, relished this unexpected bounty. But, as the afternoon passed, Sam's kidneys had busily converted that delicious milk into pee, and four half-pints felt like four gallons in Sam's bladder. But, Sam was a Patrol Boy first of all. He already had given up the hope of reaching home with dry pants; he just hoped -- even prayed -- that he could complete his duty, before the unavoidable happened. "Let's go; Stand back; stop; wait." Sam went through his routine just as he should. The sweat on his forehead, however, and the telltale hand squeezing his crotch made it obvious that Sam was desperate. Sam heard some little girls tittering: "He's about to pee his pants." Sam felt the flush on his face, but he pretended he didn't hear. Five minutes to go. Another spasm gripped his bladder. The pee felt like it was right at the tip of his peepee. No! Sam felt a squirt in his underpants. Sam got control, only to lose it again. His underpants felt wet and warm, but it wasn't showing, yet. The next spasm hit like a Tsunami. Tsunami, Sam mused; that's what they were studying in Mr. Cordovian's class. This, however, was no Oceanic tsunami. It was a dam burst, a unstoppable stream splashing into Sam's underpants, running down his thighs, his calves, into his shoes, and into the gutter. Thank goodness all the students had gone. Maybe no one would see. Finally, time to head for home. Running in wet pants is no fun, but Sam headed home as fast as he could. He would throw his pants in the washer and take a shower before Mom or Dad got home. Yes, Sam would come through his crisis okay. The rest of the year proved uneventful. As Sam hoped, no one ever mentioned his accident, so probably no one had seen it. Sam gave a thank you every time he remembered. He alone would bear the memory. On promotion day, students were recognized for this and that honor, before being sorted into next year's classes. Sam paid little attention. He was a good student, but honors always went to the in crowd. Hodie elbowed Sam in the ribs. "That's you, Sam; get going." Miss Quinmorton stood at the mike, and was actually calling Sam's name. Confused, Sam stood up, worked his way to the aisle, and went up to the stage. Miss Quinmorton smiled, then spoke into the mike. "This year's Top Patrol Boy award goes to Sam Stronbach." The students clapped. Sam didn't know what to say; he was glad he didn't have to say anything. But Miss Quinmorton was speaking again. "Sam never missed a day on duty, he never showed up late, and he always discharged his duties exactly as he should." Miss Quinmorton bent closer to the mike: "Most you don't even know this, and I imagine Sam himself doesn't even know I know, but one day Sam actually peed his pants, rather than leaving his place early. Utter silence broke into peels of laughter. Sam was stunned. His face burned with embarrassment. His mouth hung open. He couldn't move. Then, Sam peed his pants -- again.
  13. Male Crossdressers?

    So ive been wanting to discuss the topic of crossdressing guys since I noticed a handful here including myself. When did you start or have the desire to do it and why? How far do you go with it and how often do you do it? Does your girl/partner accept it or support it? For me ive had fascination and curiosity with girly stuff as early as I can remember. When I was little, ive had vague dreams of wearing girl clothes and it feeling so good. I used to like touching girly things in stores and got scolded for it, then cried hysterically lol. I never actually did it until Halloween '15 where my friends suggested as a joke to dress as Princess Peach cause of my long blonde hair and blue eyes. And of course I did it and people thought it was awesome. I go all the way with it. Dresses, makeup & jewels, breast & hip forms, etc. I do it once in awhile, sometimes at parties or at home by myself. It feels very mentally theraputic for me to express my womanly side. I wish I had the time to do it more often. I am currently single but my past few girlfriends HATED it and used it against me. Being emotionally sensitive and getting nervous during sex made them assume I was gay and refused to believe I wasn't. I hope I can meet a girl someday that understands me for real, hates gender sexism and roles like me, would adore what I do, and support it and encourage it.
  14. female Wetting my tight jeans

    Wetting my self 0A545C85-11FA-497E-8DBE-B094EB4E9829.MOV
  15. Ben's Little Secret

    Ben had received the "we need to talk" text while at work, and the sinking feeling in his gut was made only worse when he Anna, his girlfriend of 3 months, refused to elaborate replying only with, "we can talk when you get home." That started at 10:36, and it was now time for Ben to make his 15 minute drive home. Thoughts were racing through his head, but Ben couldn't think of anything that Anna would be upset about, he was faithful and had been great to Anna since they had met. Even so Ben walked in the house with a great degree of apprehension to find Anna sitting on the couch with his laptop being held in her arms. Ben: "Hi honey...what did you want to talk about?" Anna: "Ben are you keeping any secrets from me?" said with a questioning look Ben thought for a moment before replying "No, I don't think so. Why, what are you getting at?" Anna: "Well I grabbed your computer to check my email because mine was dead and it opened yours instead. I saw an old receipt which looked odd so I looked at it. Do you know what receipt I saw?" Ben's heart sank as he immediately knew what she was talking about. He fumbled with his words not being able to think fast enough on his feet only letting out what amounted to babble. Anna: "Let me say it for your Benjamin. Diapers. You bought big, colorful baby scented diapers." She then stared at Ben a minute before speaking again, "and then I thought about where they might be, and let me say that putting them in the attic was a pretty good spot. I hate spiders enough to never really want to go up there, but I just had to look." More silence fell over them as Ben was speechless. He didn't want to lie to Anna, but he didn't want to admit to his fetish either, instead he just stared downward at the floor. Anna then got up from the couch and walked over to Ben before saying lightly in his ear "come with me." Anna then grabbed Ben's hand and pulled him into their bedroom, with Ben staring at the floor the entire time not knowing what was happening. Anna then pushed Ben gently onto the bed used 2 fingers to bend his chin from looking away from her, to look her in the eyes. Anna: "We do not keep secrets in this house mister. I am disappointed that you hid this from me all this time, but I won't let you do it anymore." Anna then opened the top drawer of Ben's dresser and pulled out one of Ben's diapers. "Now I rearranged your clothes so that we could fit these in here. You'll be wearing these from now on, do you understand little one?" The sinking feeling that Ben had felt turned 180° in no time at all. Still not being able to find the words Ben simply nodded his head 'yes'. Anna then took off Ben's pants off before slipping a diaper under him and putting a pair of shorts on him. Anna: "Ok little boy, get your shoes on, I was busy finding your diapers all day so I didn't have time to make anything. I thought I'd surprise you and take your to Friendly's!" Ben was about to muster a 'No' but before the words could leave his lips Anna butted in "and I don't want to hear any objections, otherwise you'll be going to Friendly's with a red bum!" The two then headed out to the 'Family' oriented restaurant where sounds of noisy children could be heard in abundance. The place was very crowded and the two had to wait 15 minutes before being seated, upon which time Anna made sure that the waiter bring Ben a children's menu. Ben felt both excited and humiliated by what was happening. He wasn't sure how many people could tell that he was wearing a diaper, but he knew that anyone that paid him more than a few seconds glance would be able to figure it out. His pants had a distinctive bulge to them and if he bent over the plastic could easily be seen from under his shirt. While that part of his situation was bad Ben knew that it was about to be worse; he needed to use the bathroom, and in this case it wasn't a wet diaper that he was concerned about. Ben was about to tell Anna that he needed to use the bathroom, but just at that moment their waiter came back to take their order where Anna made her order as well as Ben's. After the few minutes had passed Ben again finally worked up the courage to ask Anna to use the bathroom, "Anna I really need to go to the bathroom" he told her. Anna laughed at Ben before telling him "I think you mean to say that you are about to wet your diaper little Benny." Ben: "No, I don't have to pee. Anna please let me go, I don't want to do that in here." Anna: "Aww don't be a shy little baby, I will change your messy pants if you go poopy. We can go right into the lady's room and change you on the floor, I don't think anyone will mind." Ben was mortified but didn't argue. He continued to hold as long as he could but not soon after their food arrived Ben had his accident. At first he struggled to maintain his dignity but after a few difficult moments he knew it was no use and simply let go and filled his pants. The smell alerted people in the immediate vicinity, but the rest of the restaurant found out what Ben had done as Anna, mid-way through bringing a bite full of food to Ben's mouth, realized what Ben had done. Anna: "Uhh ohh, I think little baby Benny made a poopy in his diaper" she announced loudly enough so that the restaurant could hear. Ben started to get up, but was immediately told "no, baby needs to finish his food before we change his stinky pants." Anna then continued to feed Ben his meal as the rest of the restaurant murmured about what was happening. After Ben was finished eating (and everyone had spread the word about his accident) Anna took him by the hand and walked him into the women's restroom, where she promptly cleaned his mess in front of at least 3 other women. Ben wasn't sure of the exact number, as he did his best to not make eye contact with anyone in the room. After Anna finished getting Ben into clean pants, the two returned and got desert before heading home. And from then on Ben's life would never be the same. It wasn't what he pictured himself as when he had thought about it prior, but it was something he couldn't deny he loved...
  16. Hey everyone, Been a while since I posted, but felt like I really wanted to share some pics with you all! I just picked these up from Rearz and I have to say, despite the cost, I really like these. The tapes on them are solid (traditional M3 tapes), the plastic feels really durable, and they hold a lot. Best part though is they feel like sitting on a cloud. Anyways, enjoy and stay padded!
  17. Pee Book List

    I'm a very avid reader, and I love it when I come across an omorashi scene in a book. There are a few forum posts about this, so I'm guessing some of you do too. The information on the forums is great, but it could be better organized. That's why I am proud to present, in the vein of the Full Compiled Anime/Manga List Project (this one https://omorashi.org/topic/23841-full-compiled-animemanga-omorashi-scene-database-project/ )... THE PEE BOOK LIST! So here's the link: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1OEsBsyySn_63MRT0hbofWyJNOt9foxvxmbyFtKQT0s8/edit#gid=973794901 And here's how it works. Title, Author and Genre: Pretty self-explanatory. Character: This indicates the age and sex of the character(s) in the omo scene, Man, Woman, Boy, and Girl. For teenage characters, Boy and Girl are used. Tags: These are some indicators of what the scene features, such as desperation, outdoor peeing and fear wetting. Rating: This category is only used for the comic list. It's basically the same one as the Pee Movie List, with ratings of Explicit, Stream, Wetness, Tame and implied. (No Audio rating; not sure how that would work in a comic.) Link: A link to the book for your reading pleasure. Nine times out of ten it's a Google Book preview which will take you right to the scene in question. I currently have all the books listed in this thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/29379-the-return-of-book-omorashi-scenes/ , plus some of my own, and I'll add the ones from the older longer thread in the near future. If you find a new scene you can post it here (the list isn't open to editing) or at the link above and I'll add it to the list. Let me know what you think. Enjoy!
  18. I woke up this morning desperate as hell to pee so I thought I'd film it. 20171014_123523_1.mp4
  19. Fire Emblem: Tales of Journey

    [[Authors Note: Hello. Well, I’ve been seeing a lot of these interactive stories and participating in some of them, so I’ve decided to give it a try myself. I’ll see if there is any interest after my first post and, maybe if a few people seem to enjoy it, I’ll continue it. This story will mix combat and character based conversations, with the typical Omo.com twist of adding bladder meters to your party members. When in combat, one’s bladder (and perhaps something else if interest is shown in it) may give out, causing them to wet themselves in battle. The bladder meter will be active at all times, for both genders of character. In addition, with few exceptions, most characters can be romantically/sexually paired up. This story will be based on the Fire Emblem series of games, with original characters. Character classes and appearances will be based on Fire Emblem series, specifically FE: Awakening and FE: Fates. In addition, stats will be loosely based on games. The Strength stat concerns all physical based attacks. Magic concerns all magical attacks. Defense concerns one’s ability to absorb physical damage. Resistance concerns one’s ability to absorb magic attacks. To make combat more simple, the speed and skill stats will not be used. The Luck stat, however, will be used, and will dictate critical attacks and one’s ability to catch themselves if they are about to wet themselves in battles. All party members will have an unique stat, which will be unexplained, but may help them depending on certain situations. Health will not be visible for the fight and will rather be displayed as a status condition. In addition, combat will be considered ‘casual’ by Fire Emblem standards, as party members do not die in combat and are instead knocked out. With this being said, if interest is shown, we may begin]] Three figures sit around a small fire in a clearing in a forest. The sounds of the forest ring out around them. An owl howling in the distance. The wind blowing against the trees. The fire roaring softly. Our protagonist looks up at their two companions and sighs, tired from a long day with a clear twinge in their bladder. [Pick a Protagonist, a supporter, and a mentor from the list below. Each potential character will be marked as either a protagonist, supporter, combination of the two, or a mentor.} Morrigan (Protagonist/Supporter) [the student of magic] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young looking girl with purple hair in curls. Shorter than average height, Five foot two. Covers herself with the basic blue robes of a student of magic. With pale skin and a slim build, she has equally slim breasts and a small bladder. Very modest about where she relieves herself. Background: Naturally gifted in magic and naturally able to use dark magic, Morrigan was unaware of her powers until her 13th birthday, when her normal life with her parents in a small town changed forever when she fell into a mirror. After five years that she barely recalls, her powers have became stable and powerful as she awoke in a forest. If chosen as protagonist, the Coming Home quest will be activated. Class/Starting Stats: Mage, Level 10 Strength: 0 Magic: 7+2(Magic +2) Defense: 2 Resistance: 5 Luck: 5 Cuteness: 10 Skills: Shadowfaire: Allows this unit to use dark tomes, even if not a dark mage. Magic 2+: Gains a natural +2 to magic stat. Starting equipment: Flux: Dark Magic, 60% Accuracy, 5 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Wind: Wind magic, 90% Accuracy, 1 base damage, 0% natural crit chance Ace (Protagonist/Supporter) [the sharpshooter] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young man with short, brown hair. Five foot five in height, tan skin, and an athletic build. Wears the light chainmail coat with his family crest, a gold bow with a white arrow, on his arms. He has a medium sized bladder, reserved about where he relieves himself. Background: Ace was the son of a noble family who were known for the great archers who belonged to the line. As such, Ace was trained in archery from a young age. After joining the military, Ace and his squad were sent on a mission deep into enemy territory. Ace and his squad were separated, with the rest of his squad presumed dead. If selected as protagonist, the starting mission “Mission Report” will be activated. Class/Starting stats: Archer: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic: 1 Defense: 4 Resistance: 4 Luck:4 Focus: 10 Skills: Headshot: 30% additional chance to crit +20 Hit: Additional +20% to hit Starting Equipment: Iron Bow: A common bow: 70% Accuracy, 4 base damage, 0% natural crit chance. Vera (Protagonist)[the vengeful one] Age: 20 Physical description: A woman with half her face scarred, her long hair dyed a dark shade of pink covers the scarred half of her face. Her skin is deeply tanned, her build athletic, and her breasts firm B cups, she wears a white tank top and long black pants, which she doesn’t mind emptying her bladder into. She has a medium sized bladder, but isn’t reserved about where she empties it. Background: Vera was once a high school student in a foreign land, but after an encounter with a devious magic user, she ‘died’. However, she woke up in a forest, in an age which to her seemed distant, less advanced than what she was used to. If chosen as protagonist, the starting quest Revenga will be activated. Cannot be chosen as a supporter, as Vera follows no one. Class/Starting Stats: Samurai:: Level 10 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense: 5 Resistance: 2 Luck: 3 Angst: 10 Skills: Bloodlust: Boosts all stats temporarily by 1 after successfully felling an enemy. Vantage: 20% increased chance to dodge attacks of any type. Starting Equipment: Iron Katana: A standard katana: 80% accuracy, 4 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Rose (Protagonist/Supporter)[the loyal friend] Age: 21 Physical appearance: a young woman with long flaming red hair. With tan skin and B cup breasts covered by her suit of leather armor. She has a large bladder, but is somewhat reserved on where she releases it. Background: Vera’s best friend, after discovering that her friend was actually alive somewhere, she hunted down an associate of the man responsible and forced him to send Rose after Vera. Donning a set of plain leather armor and a straight sword to fit to her new surroundings, selecting Rose as a protagonist will activate the starting quest Vera. In addition, if she supports Vera, she will gain a different unique stat. Class/Starting Stats: Mercenary: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance 3 Luck: 3 Determination: 10 (If not supporting Vera) Persuasion: 10 (If supporting Vera) Skills: Duelist: Deals increased damage when facing a single opponent Patience: 10% increased chance to dodge and hit when enemy attacks first Starting equipment: Iron Straight Sword: A standard straight sword: 85% Accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Iron shield: A common shield used throughout the land. Kara (Supporter)[the allied knight] Age: 22 Physical description: A tall ‘women’, six feet tall, with brunette hair that reaches her shoulders. Wrapped in light plate mail that covers her dark skin. She has a large bladder and is willing to empty it anywhere, but only in front of people she trusts with her secret. Background: Kara once trained as a knight and in the way of using a lance. Though, after complications arose when trying to join the military, she joined a mercenary group. After her group was annihilated in battle, she disappeared into the woods until she found the protagonist. Has always been a follower, and therefore cannot be the protagonist. Class/Starting Stats: Knight: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 7+2 (Defense +2) Resistance: 1 Luck: 2 Defense: 10 Skills: Sworn Shield: 25% chance to defend the protagonist from attacks when nearby. Defense +2: Additional 2 points in Defense) Starting equipment: Spear: A lance that can be easily thrown: 70% accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Steel shield: A well made shield meant for a knight: Evans (Protagonist/Supporter)[the rogue ninja] Age: 22 Physical description: A blond haired man of average height and athletic build, clad in plain green robes. Usually keeps to himself when it comes to his private needs, unless he’s drank alcohol recently, a common event, in which case he’s usually open with it. Background: A self-taught ninja, who learned the art from a series of scrolls rather than formal teaching, His main purpose from this was to sell his skill to the highest bidder, though eventually learned of his true calling. Choosing him as the protagonist activates the starting quest Revolution. Class/starting stats: Ninja: Level 10 Strength: 4 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance: 5 Luck: 7 Cunning: 10 Skills: Acrobat: Has a 40% chance to dodge all attacks. Vanishing Act: Can disappear from enemies for a short time using smoke bombs. Starting equipment: Kunai Knives (x2): A ninja’s knife, good for close and ranged combat: 90% accuracy, 3 base damage, 40% natural crit chance Smoke bombs (x5): A small package which causes an explosion of smoke when thrown to the ground. Sif (Protagonist/Supporter)[the murder doll] Age: 19 Physical description: A small looking woman with short black hair clad in chain and cloth armor. Pale skin, making her resemble a large painted doll when not moving. Has tiny breasts and an even smaller bladder, which she will relieve whenever she pleases. Background: A skilled fighter, Sif’s doll like appearance makes her enemies underestimate her. By the time they realize their mistake, it is too late. Little is known about Sif’s past. If chosen as the protagonist, starting quest The Doll is activated. Class/Starting Stats: Spear Fighter: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic:0 Defense: 4 Resistance: 2 Luck: 4 Brutality: 10 Skills: Merciless: 40% chance to instantly finish off an enemy when they are wounded. Lethality: 10% chance to instantly finish off an enemy. Starting equipment: Iron Nagitama: An eastern polearm: 70% accuracy, 5 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Ciel (mentor)[the witch seer] Age: ??? Physical description: A young looking woman with short purple hair and a golden eye patch. Her purple robe and black witch hat cover her body, making it unsure what her body looks like. She also never seems to relieve herself, which means that either she can relieve herself magically or the inside of her robe is usually soaked. Background: Ciel is a witch who has forgotten how long she has known magic or been able to see into the future. All she is certain of is that the protagonist needs her assistance, whether Ciel likes it or not. Class/Starting Stats: Witch, Level 25 Strength: 2 Magic: 9 Defense: 3 Resistance: 7 Luck: 4 Wisdom: 10 Skills: Future Sight: 60% chance to avoid enemy attacks, after seeing them happen in the future. Witchcraft: 5% chance on turning enemies into small animal when attacking with dark magic Starting equipment: Nosferatu: A dark tome: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 5% natural crit chance, absorbs half damage dealt as health. Alice (Mentor)[the assassin’s legacy) Age: 31 Physical description: A woman with a long brown hair in a pony tail. Standing five foot ten, usually in tight leather, pressing her B cups close to her body, she is more concerned about who sees her relieve her medium sized bladder rather than where she does it. For example, she will not pee in front of her daughter. In addition, she won’t cheat on her husband, but if pushed to her sexual limit, she imagines her husband would forgive her if it was with another woman. Background: Working as an assassin for many years while her husband raised their daughter, Morrigan. Once her daughter and husband went missing, she retired from assassination and went out into the world to find them, helping whoever she could along her along the way. If mentoring Morrigan, starting quest is changed to Father. Class/Starting Stats: Assassin: Level 5 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense:3 Resistance: 4 Luck: 7 Dexterity: 10 Skills: Heartseeker: All attacks have an additional 30% chance to crit Lethality: Has a 10% chance to instantly kill her enemy. Starting equipment: Estoc: A deadly thrusting sword: 80% accuracy, 7 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Steel bow: A well-made longbow: 85% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Z (Mentor)[the grim knight] Age: ??? Physical description: An imposing six foot one figure clad in black plate mail with a featureless black mask. The only piece of skin that can be seen is his impressive manhood in one of the rare moments that he relieves himself. Background: A mysterious man who refuses to say why he is here, but has shown how prowess in combat enough for few to question him or his loyalty. Class/Starting stats: Revenant: Level 5 Strength: 6 Magic: 6 Defense: 5 Resistance: 4 Luck: 2 Dominance: 10 Skills: Soul Crash: When using magic, high chance to stun enemies Soul Crush: Has the ability to make sure that fallen enemies don’t get back up. Starting equipment: Dark axe: A large axe made from a black metal: 50% accuracy, 8 base damage, 20% natural crit chance. Black fireball: a burning orb of darkness hurled at the enemy: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance. With the options available, please vote for the combination you would like to see. If I see a trend, I’ll continue this story with Chapter One. In addition, if you would like to, please vote from a scale of one to five (one being dry, five being completely soaked) on how much you would like omorashi to play a factor. Also, vote whether or not you’d like to see messing make appearances in the story. With that being said, fingers crossed that this little story of mine turns out well.
  20. Hi everyone, I have been inspired by all the wonderful posts on this forum to finally post myself. down to my last two rearz seduction diapers. Thought I would take some pictures to share. 😉 Hope you all like them 😁
  21. Sharing a Toilet?

    Heyy everyone!! So I was recently browsing omo-/pee-related stuff and came across a video of a guy and girl simultaneously using the same toilet and thought it was suuuuuper hot! Have any of you ever tried this? The one I came across had the woman sitting with her legs spread and the man standing and aiming his stream between her thighs. I'd love to hear if any of you have tried this (or maybe even reversed the roles?! ) #RelationshipGoals
  22. Just a quick video of me peeing from my counter into the tub. I put slight nudity as you can see my bell end at the beginning and end of the video. 20171012_140936.mp4
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  24. once I was finding a video on YouTube, which was about a male guitarist, who peed on stage, I suppose on purpose. somehow I couldn't find this video, but maybe with a description about it, you maybe know the band's or the guitarist's name? he seems to be about 20 years old, I think that he wore blue jeans and he opened his jeans (he was also wearing a shirt, I think it was white) and he peed handsfree while his 'best part' was flaccid. and because of the camera-angle I think that a fan recorded this video, but I'm not sure, if the guitarist even noticed being recorded, but he doesn't seem to be desperate and his pee-stream seems to be weak. if I will find this video somewhere again, will a screenshot of this pee-scene be okay to post here? I'm not sure, if the guitarist even showed his face, and if it's a band or just some people playing instruments (and if there're vocal-parts included in this video). so if someone knows this video, it would be nice to know (e.g. because "Bloodhound Gang" also include on-stage pee-scenes, but this band is another band, I think).
  25. Me: Guy in his early 20s, on the thin side with combed back blonde hair and green eyes (you can’t see my face in the pics) I was bored today and I said I would post, so I decided to do a hold. It started off easy, I was just sitting in my bed talking on the phone and I had only drunk a two bottles of water and a coffee. As the conversation went on I started to feel the urge, but it was manageable. I decided to fidget around a little and figured I would be fine for the time being.. The conversation ended after some time had passed and I decided to play some games to take my mind off the fact that I needed to pee. I was playing CSGO, and a match usually takes about an hour. I seriously needed to pee waiting for my first match and I doubted I could make it through the entire hour, less concentrate on the match. I ended up making it through the match, chatting with people on discord and concentrating on the game took my mind off my urge to pee. I actually loaded a second match before I realized how bad my situation was. By the time I realized there was no way I could wait another hour, I had already started. I decided I didn't wanna leave the computer, so I was gonna have to wait until I finished the match- dry or not. It ended up being the latter. I couldn't ignore it anymore. Towards the end of the match I started leaking. As soon as it ended I ran to the bathroom (awkwardly walked actually).. but it was too late. By the time I actually made it into the bathroom, I wasn't leaking, I was full on pissing myself. I hadn't actually peed myself in a long time, but here I was, trying to get my jeans down without making the situation even worse. I honestly didn't care that much at that point, the relief felt so good. I'll leave the moan to your imagination. :) If any of the ladies of omo.com think they can wait longer, let me know and we can challenge that hypothesis. My original post asking what kind of videos you guys want can be found here: If you have any ideas hmu!