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Hi everyone, I'm a mid 40s guy looking for other guys in the southeast of the UK for omo meets - holding contests, wet games, challenges, you name it! There are some ideas in my profile..... HMU if youre interested! 🙂

Hi everyone! My birthday is in the next few days and tomorrow (Saturday) I’ve decided to spend the afternoon going into the night online with the community to play and have fun! If I end up doing multiple holds (likely) nearing the end of each hold I will have those who are actively commenting at the time vote for me to either make it to the potty or wee in my big girl panties hehe. I figured it’ll add in a little extra suspense for me not knowing what I’ll end up doing. Some things to keep in mind if you’d like to join in: - she/her pronouns please and thank you! - Everyone is welcome! And ideas will be considered but I know my body and can choose to do/not do whichever ones I feel comfortable doing. - Please don’t ask for pictures/videos. I’m very much so considering posting some type of video or picture at the very end, but I just don’t enjoy being constantly asked for them as it makes me uncomfortable and less inclined to share. - I have a praise kink not a degradation kink, but some light and upbeat teasing is always welcome. If you’re actively weeing let me know because I’m sure I’ll get very jealous 🤭 - I’m into age play and I tend to get little and whiny when I’m desperate to wee 😝 I like diapers but I don’t have access to any sadly. Feel free to mention wanting to diaper me though 🙈 - Masturbation will likely be mentioned, so if this bothers you I don’t recommend reading further. I wanted to post this in advance so people could come say hi and follow if they’d like so they don’t miss out tomorrow 😊 You guys have been so wonderful and make me so happy to be a part of this community. I also won’t be nearly as free as often after this weekend so I wanted to do a really big thing in case I can’t for a while.

Hallo everyone, I'd like to tell you something about my new girlfriend. Be warned, it'll be much and I will take my time to tell the story. And a content note: I will talk about sex quite explicitly. Some things about me - I have been quite open about my piss-fetish and about loving to piss myself towards my girlfriends (as I have told in this thread some time ago: I have been single for quite some time and the girl I met in 2019 was the last one to judge me for this. The girl I met in 2021 was happily pissing her pants for me and even started pissing herself when she was alone, enjoying the feeling, making her horny and giving her better orgasms (as she told me). Sadly we broke up late in 2021 and I was alone again. At least until I met my actual girlfriend early this year. And since I didn't want to hold anything back about myself I told her after some days of dating. I made it gradually. I began with me liking to pee my pants and seeing girls pee their pants. My love of pooping my pants came some weeks later and when I finally confessed she told me she was not surprised and thought so. I must add, that she is some really shy girl and the innocence in person. Really, I mean this. She even could not easily talk about sex at all. So this was quite a way for her to go. But she was open and did not judge me at all. At first she told me, it was totally okay for her that I like wetting myself - it's just that she will never be indulged in this. Well, she changed her mind. And I'd like to tell you, how this happened and where we are now. 😄 And I promise you that every bit of this is true! ❤️ Chapter 1 - "I... um... tried it." A few weeks into our relationship she had a friend visiting her. They talked and drank some wine. I don't know what topics they had, but later that evening there was a message on my phone, just with the words "I... um... tried it." First I was not sure what she was talking about. Her statement, that she would never do this herself was still very present (and totally okay for me, of course). I asked her what she meant and then she called me. She was a little tipsy and laughing much and finally admit, that she felt the urge to go, when her friend left and suddenly felt a little daring. So she tried what happens when she just let go of the pressure. And she immediately pissed into her jeans standing at her door. She tried to stop, hurried to the basement (where the washing machine is located), but just could not hold it. She totally wet herself on her way downstairs and was now standing there in front of her washing machine with totally soaked jeans, socks and shoes. She threw everything into the washing machine and mopped her trail dry when she texted me. Now she was sitting in her living room and could not really grasp what she had just done. She noticed however how thrilled I was just hearing this. I wanted to know what it felt like for her and what caused her change of mind. She told me it felt interesting, naughty and somehow good and she always thought about this and noticed that she was curious. So she decided to try it herself some day. And this day was today. Chapter 2 - "Let's try this" A few weeks later we were at her place and she had a party with some friends. After everyone was gone we tidied up as good as we could since we were both a little tipsy. We ended up making out on her couch - she sitting on top of me. Suddenly she stopped midway and said "I'm sorry, I don't want to get up. I don't want to stop kissing you. But I really, really have to go." My mischievous side took over and I just replied, that she knew I would not mind at all if she just stayed were she was, whatever happened. At first she seemed not to understand, but then it dawned on her. Whether I was serious, she wanted to know. And I told her I was dead serious. As long as she didn't stop kissing me, she could totally just let go on my lap. She thought about this while still kissing and eventually said she would try. And she really tried, but she could not overcome her body, who didn't allow her to piss herself. In the meantime, I needed to pee pretty bad as well and after some time I told her. "Go on, baby, just piss yourself then, I don't mind." she told me. But then it was my turn to have doubts. Because I didn't want to ruin her couch. So we finally admitted defeat. But instead of going to the toilet she grabbed me and took me into the garden, where she placed me on one of her garden chairs and herself on top. I asked her whether she was sure and she just told me to shut up, she had to concentrate. I told her, I would probably not last much longer anyways and she said it might help her if I went first. We kissed passionately and I dared to piss my pants sitting beneath this gorgeos girl. And hell did I go. It was so much and I decided to go for it. I just let go and pissed all there was in one long stream. My jeans were soaked within seconds and it dripped loudly onto the grass under the chair. I drenched her sexy dress completely and she felt the wetness. But she was not taken aback, but kissed me even more intense. And after some minutes I felt it. It became warm again in my crotch. She had buried her face on my throat, breathed heavily and forcefully emptied her bladder through her really hot party dress into my jeans. My god, that was wild. Shortly after she was finished I took her inside (I didn't bother to wait for her, I just grabbed her and she willingly flung her arms around my shoulder and her legs around my waist), carried her inside, and while we undressed we fell onto her couch and had really hot, wild and intense sex. That was the first taste she gave me of what would come. ❤️ Chapter 3 - "The cocktail evening" On some occasion I told her I totally love seeing girls wet their overalls. Overalls always had something special for me. Partly, because it's denim. I love denim getting peed into. But partly it's also, because overalls are somewhat impractical. You can't just pull them down and squat when you have to go. And so she started wearing overalls every now and then. And she looks really, really sexy in these. We had one of these evenings, a friend of mine and her boyfriend were invited and we ordered a cocktail taxi to my place. My girlfriend was wearing her overalls this day and we were sitting in my garden, drinking cocktails, talking, laughing. Time went by, the sun set and after some hours my friend and her boyfriend said goodbye. My girlfriend and me kept sitting in the garden for a while longer. We eventually moved to my "hollywood"-swing, me sitting in the middle and she sitting in my lap facing me. I did not think of anything (I normally don't dare to hope for something special) and I was a little surprised when she whispered in my ear that she has to pee really badly. "Would you mind if I go now?" she asked me while kissing gently. "I would mind if you leave me now." "So you would not mind if I just let if go here?" "No baby, you may always wet yourself in my lap." "Okay. Thank you" she whispered while kissing my cheeks. And only some seconds later it became warm between my legs. Warm and wet. And lovely. She smiled at me. "There's a lot more, I'm sorry." and she again buried her face on my throat her arms around my shoulder and then she totally opened the floodgates and pissed herself sitting in my lap completely. I didn't even ask this time and just let go myself, pissing myself as well, feeling the pee soak around us, soak into the cushion of the swing, dropping audibly onto the floor beneath us after a moment. We sat there for some time, hugging deeply, savouring the moment of intimacy and naughtyness. But I was rock hard and I wanted her so badly I could not wait any longer. She noticed while sensously moving her wet pelvis in my lap and asked me whether I'd like to go inside. Again I carried her inside. Before falling onto my couch I had to admire the view. I just love pissed overalls and she looked so perfect, so tempting. I undressed her gently, noticing how dripping wet she was. Her legs were glistening with wetness and she smelled of pee, but in a sensous, thrilling way. Normally I would put some towels onto the couch to prevent any damage but this time I didn't bother at all. I undressed in top speed and threw both of us onto my couch. But instead of going down on her I decided I wanted to taste her. And to her surprise I did not enter her but started kissing her legs on the inside, thourougly enjoying the sexy scent. And then I kissed her dripping wet pussy, licked her and after really REALLY liking the taste I started eating her out like I had never done before. God, she tasted so blissfully hot, I liked the feeling of her wet, lightly cold skin, loved the way she moved, being surprised and ecstatic at the same time. It didn't take long for her to scream herself away in an earth shattering orgasm, after which she pulled me towards her and made it very clear that she wanted to be fucked right now! And I did. To be continued... 🙂 Chapter 4 - "The Beach" Chapter 5 - "The wet seat" Chapter 6 - "Breakfast surprise"

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Just got home from a half day at work and I decided I wanted to be little for the rest of the day.. so no more potty for me! I’m going to only go pee in my big girl panties or directly on the floor/in the bath for the rest of the day. Feel free to encourage me to drink more or to wet myself or tease me a little bit. I also really enjoy praise 🙈

Recently we discussed the (missing) appeal of male omo for our female members and one point that came up repeatedly was that the desperation part often is missing. So I thought about situations when I tend to get desperate. That doesn’t happen too often because usually I‘m more into wetting myself on purpose when I feel naughty. And I often can’t withstand the temptation for long to just indulge in it and soak myself.😈 One of those rare occasions is when I’m gaming and I‘m somewhat distracted from my building urge. And since I had some private time yesterday I thought I give it a try and make a little video for you guys. 😉 So I started to fill up on liquids in the early evening and I had to take care that I didn’t get overly excited too early already. As soon as I started to feel a little pressure I switched on the PS5 and started a game that usually keeps me concentrated during the single missions (Mechwarrior5 in case you are interested). That worked quite well and my urge steadily increased. After every mission which take on average about 10 minutes I took a big sip from my bottle. I was wearing blue jeans with green boxer briefs underneath, a black polo shirt and some sneakers. And to make it a little more exciting I didn’t take any precautions in the living room. I don’t know about you guys but the more casual and unprepared a wetting is, the sexier it feels for me. I completed the first five missions without concentration issues. And while doing them I almost completely forgot about my urge. After the fifth one It really hit me and my inner monologue was like: „Oh my gawd, OH MY GAWD, I really have to pee. Should I let go now? That would feel soooo good and make a huge mess on our living room floor. STOP! NO!!! Come on, you can make it. Just one more round!“ (This was about the time when I switched on the camera on my phone and started recording) I managed three more rounds but my performance clearly suffered because I couldn’t distract myself any more from my growing need. I frequently had to pause the game and hold my crotch while breathing heavily. I was waaay past the point where I usually give in but I held on. „Just finish this last mission and the wetting will be the reward as soon as the mission debrief screen comes up.“ I said to myself. But with all the wiggling my aim was so off that I lost that mission….So I had to start again (FUCK!!!). About halfway through the second attempt I couldn’t take it any longer. I paused the game and…Just. Let. Go! Oh my gaaaaawd. 😊 What a relieve. I could even hear the forceful stream easily bypass my boxer briefs and hitting the fabric of my jeans. I closed my eyes, put the controller away and just enjoyed the fact that I was sitting on the ground in front of our living room couch and full-on pissed myself. And the spreading warmth felt so wonderful around my crotch way before anything was visible on the outside. I pressed my thighs together and let my pee pool a little bit between my legs until it soaked through my jeans and created a nice wet spot. Then I opened my legs and let the pee run down over my balls and down to my butt. Soon I was sitting in a respectable puddle but the stream still hadn’t stopped. I just let it happen and didn’t care too much about our wooden flooring. It just felt too good and was such a turn on. I tried to resume playing after the stream had ceased but I was just too horny. Soon my hand wandered down into my pants and I started stroking myself. Didn’t take long until I forcefully came in my underwear. 😜 After a couple of minutes recovery I got up and mopped up the biggest mess with a towel. Then I sat down on it and resumed the game all soaked and with that scent of peed jeans fabric in the air (that I love). Needless to say that as soon as I felt another urge I just let go and rewarmed my crotch which lead to another naughty break as I couldn’t keep my hands from myself. That was a really special gaming night and I even enjoyed the desperation aspect which is really rare for me. Definitely gonna do that again. Hope you have fun with my little report and video. I‘ll put the long version up in the video section. IMG_6211.mov IMG_6211.mov

OK I beat Shizuku and Shizuku made me soaked. Both. I did 2 holds Sunday. I had on my Abercrombis jeans, beige t-shirt, and a brown and white stripe polo and my lite green boxers. Shizuku 7, Shawnie 3 My first hold was fucking weird. I did it on legend. I started out with a big glass of water and then a soda like 45 minutes later. I decided to start acking canipee like about an hour in. And fucking Shizuku said yes on my first time asking. Like seriously when did Shizuku get nice????? And I was like totally dry. So my stats for that hold: 1 hour 14 minutes, 855 ml, 1 canipee, Shizuku said yes. Shizuku 8, Shawnie 3 Then a couple bois dared me to do another hold. And Imma like fuck yeah why not. I did it on legend too cause why not. I did 10 canipees and got 10 fuck yous from Shizuku. I did 4 challenge sessions, turned down the fucking dump water down your jeans challenge and did 4 of them. Sit on toilet 3 minutes with water running. Way easy Got 3 minutes off for that. Stand and legs apart hands at side 9 minutes. Got 2 minutes off for that. 12 jumping jacks without stopping. Got 2 minutes off for that. Touch toes 15 seconds at a time for 8 minutes. Way fucking hard and only got 1 minute off for that. I leaked on the jumping jacks and had a couple spurts on toe touches. I was like ready to splode and had some fun bois teaseing me way bad. It was fun. Then I couldent hold it and got fucking soaked. So my stats for that hold 3 hours 55 minutes, 1310 ml, 10 canipees, 10 fuck yous, 4 challenge sessions, 5 challenges, 1 rejected. First hold damp but I won. Second hold my jeans were way fucked up. Totals so far. 10 sunday mornings, 11 on legend level. 8 fucking soaked endings, 2 damp but winning endings, 1 totally dry ending, 88 fuck yous and 3 yesses from Shizuku. 39 challenge sessions, 48 challenges, 9 rejected, 39 done.

Hiyaa ! Angie here uwu I am currently updating my pornhub channel, and creating looooaaaads of new videos! The videos also include a lot of omorashi content, so I am making this topic to add the links to those videos. In some of the vids, my face is visible, I moan a lot in all of them, I am very expressive! I will keep editing this post to add more links AND reply to this topic with new links, so if you want to stay up to date to get horny, please follow this topic ❤️ Thank you so much and enjoy 😉 (Ps. Feel free to let me know if you enjoyed my content!!) LINKS TO MY PORNHUB OMO VIDEOS 1. "Ftm holds pee and masturbates, squirts out pee" https://nl.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=64deb8f029ec7 2. "Trans boy tries to hold it but pees the bed, masturbation, moaning, squirming" https://nl.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=64f952906a838 3. FTM Enby Angie tries to hold pee in formal clothes, pee in pants, pee desperation, omorashi" https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=6506f86ca4721

It wasn't an unusual text -- at least, by my domme's standards. "Did you already pee this morning? Because it was your last for a while." Of all the little games we had played since we met, bladder control was one of her favorites. For whatever reason, it seemed to bring out her sadist streak more than any other. Typically, she would make me drink lots, and hold it until I was bursting. When I begged enough to satisfy her, she would finally let me relieve myself at my convenience. We had already played this game several times, and I had no reason to believe it would be any different today. Another text: "Show me what you're wearing. If it's not light colored, change." This was, perhaps, my first indication that things would be different today. An odd request from her, but I had no choice but to comply. My light blue boxers would suffice, but I picked out a pair of slim-fit khakis to wear instead of the jeans I had planned on. "You were going out today, yeah? Good. You may have some tea to help you wake up, but after that, you will be having plenty of water today. I want you to show me what you drink." This wasn't such an odd request, however. A part of our normal bladder control games involved my domme also controlling my fluid intake. I'm not normally a big water drinker, but I learned to appreciate its effects on my body by now. She was right about my plans. I was counting on spending my Saturday doing a little shopping in preparation for a get-together next week. It was clear from her texts that my errands were going to be the backdrop for today's game. I did as I was told, of course. After downing a big mug of vanilla chai, I started working on several bottles of water over the next couple of hours. I made sure to catalog the progress of every drink I was pouring into me. Failure to comply would've led to some harsh punishments, naturally. I would go into detail if it weren't beyond the scope of an Omorashi forum, so all I will say is that my butt is still quite sore from previous transgressions the weekend before. I shot her a text: "Am I free to go in now? I'm starting to feel my bladder filling, and I don't want to have an accident while I'm out." The reply: "You may go. And do you think I would do *that* to you? Have you done something bad that I should know about?" I maintained my innocence. And I wasn't lying about my bladder, either. While the need wasn't urgent yet, the discomfort was growing, and I especially felt it with my seatbelt pressed into my belly on the ride into town. After parking at the mall, I asked her for permission to pee, though I knew I would be declined. The reply was a curt "No." Nevertheless, I had things to do, despite the growing need to use the restroom. I had no choice but to play along with my domme, and that meant playing by the rules as well. Walking around and having my mind focused on the task at hand seemed to give me a little temporary relief. I managed to finish up at the first store without incident, but walking by the restrooms on my way out made my bladder call my attention once more. I begged her again, hoping the my discomfort would be apparent through my text. "You may go to the bathroom..." was the reply, and for a moment, a wave of relief washed over me. I had finally beaten the game and would get to go about the rest of my day having been a good boy for her. Then I saw the "...is typing..." notification in the chat window. "...but, you are to sit on the toilet for 2 minutes WITHOUT peeing. Not one drop. That's what you get for pestering me with stupid questions. Send confirmation." She knew exactly what she was doing. I complied, again, sending her a video of me doing exactly as I was told. It was a very effective tease on her part, and I had to fight the temptation to relieve the pressure in my bladder right then and there. I'm sure my discomfort was obvious enough to bring her glee. "Good, but you're not off the hook" was all I got in return. "Keep shopping. I want to know what you're doing and what you're feeling." I struggled through the next store, and stopping every now and then to explain my current situation was certainly not helping. I knew the kinds of details she wanted to hear, and putting them into words made my only focus on what was going on even more. The increasing urgency in my lower abdomen, the feeling of fatiguing muscles, my heart starting to pace quicker and quicker. I was at an 8/10 and rapidly deteriorating. "When you've checked out, I want to know." Another 10-15 minutes and I was wrapping up. I knew our game was at an end, and I would finally be given permission to relieve myself...a little later than usual perhaps, but better late than never, of course. I sent her the update as requested, my ability to text notably diminished in my current state: "by bathrooms. 9 of 10. Can I go now please?" She made me wait an uncharacteristically long time for the reply. No doubt she wanted me to squirm for a little bit longer. Or maybe she was up to something? Finally, after what was probably five minutes and certainly felt like double that, I had my answer: "No. Put everything in the car and await more instructions." I was shocked, and probably visibly flustered, by the reply. What was she up to? I felt like protesting, but I was knew that would only bring further punishment. I had no choice but to do as she said, and hope that would be enough for her to show leniency toward me. I rushed my cart to my car, and hastily dumped the grocery bags in the trunk without the usual amount of care. My discomfort was plainly obvious to anyone that might've been paying attention to me now. "Done" was the only thing I could conjure up to tell her. My legs were crossed tightly, and I fought the urge to physically hold myself in public. "Be a good boy and return the cart, but when you're done with that..." My heart sank upon reading the next line. "...piss yourself." I could hardly believe what I was reading. She enjoyed her little ways of tormenting me, but she had never taken it this far. Did I do something bad? Before I could recount the past few days and figure out what my latest transgression was, I received more instructions. "Bladder empty before you reach your car. If you've been following directions, it is going to be a big puddle. Send video." I could barely breathe. I didn't want to be so vulnerable, but I didn't dare to deny her orders either. My mind fumbled over the different ways I could beg for a reprieve, but all my bladder wanted to do was give in. I hastily propped my phone up in the trunk and hit record. The brief trip to the corral almost felt like I was walking on death row. I turned and paused after letting my cart go. A few more steps, and I paused again. I relaxed my aching muscles for only a moment...long enough for one big spurt to escape into my boxers before I instinctively clenched again. The next spurt came involuntarily. One more step, and the dam broke completely. My heart was pounding and I lost myself completely in the moment, with no lingering sense of what was going on around me. The only thing on my mind was the warm relief flowing down the front of my pants, causing them to cling tightly to my legs. I stood in the middle of the row, with the contents of my bladder pooling at my feet, snaking away from me as it followed the contours of the lot. I couldn't bring myself to even move. I had no idea if anyone was watching me, and in that moment I had almost stopped caring entirely. After nearly a minute, I felt reality suddenly creep back into frame. My pants were absolutely drenched, and I now understood why I was ordered to wear something light in color. My socks and shoes were probably in an even worse state, and started to squelch as I continued the walk back to my car. There was certainly no hiding my current condition anymore. I grabbed the two towels I kept in the trunk for emergencies, and did my best to cover my car seat. They weren't perfect, but they'd have to do. I resisted the urge to climb in the car and get out of there, but I knew I still had one more task to complete. Grabbing the phone, I put myself out in view again so I could get a good picture of the puddle I left behind. Certainly it was big enough to satisfy her demands. I sent my domme the screenshots of my completed task, once I was back in the car, certain that I earned a lot of points with her. Before long, she replied. "Did that feel good, my pet?" "It really did" I shot back to her, not exactly stretching the truth, to be honest. "Oh yeah? I want you to prove it to me." "What do you want me to do now?" I asked, unsure of where she was going with this. A moment. "Find a quiet spot for us." I pulled the car around the other end of the shopping complex, finding a spot around the corner of one of the buildings where there would be no traffic. "Now what?" "I know you enjoyed yourself, and since you were good, you deserve a little more relief. Make yourself cum. I want to see you do it." This was, it turned out to be, a significantly easier order to obey. I loosened my belt, undid the button on my pants, and tugged them down to my thighs. I slid my hand into my boxers, and I could now see (and feel) just how soaked they were. I made sure to get some photo proof, then set the phone aside again to record. I rubbed myself for a little while before I became hard enough to necessitate pulling down the waistband on my boxers and freeing my cock. The mixture of pee and precum on my hand made it glide easily, and after little more than a minute I came rather hard. At this point, there wasn't even any sense in cleaning myself up. I took a moment to collect myself, and sent a brief capture of the video to my domme to show that I had cum for her. I'm starting to worry about what she has in store for me next...

Next level up for liska-chan... This week I have 50 or so hours of alone time to fool around with Omo, so I thought now would be ideal time for diaper play. I have been DL for years and never had the confidence to do it outside of my head, but with a little encouragement and my positive experience so far, I thought.. Why not. I had a few of my Pull Ups surviving from when I had Cancer Surgery last year and the end of 2021, so once my partner was away I quickly slipped into one of those. The whole night went by dry but I needed a huge empty by the time I was up in the morning, my pull up ((regular women's incontinence panties)) soaked it all up... Until I needed to go a second time and managed to flood the lid of my toilet and make mess of my bathroom floor 🤣 Once the afternoon rolled around, I got my "Special Delivery" but needed to wait for evening and cooler temps as diapers and hot weather do not mix well, not for the sensory issues and sensitive skin!! Once it was dark and a little cooler, I was able to get into my first ever proper adult diaper, laying on my bed and wrapping myself up just like I describe in my Fanfic.. That alone almost reduced me to a puddle of sop 🥴 I went into my kitchen, which has a better floor for contrast, and bursting by this point.. Relaxed my muscles and let go in my diaper. The feeling was IMMENSE It was a wonderful warm and fuzzy feeling when I wet in my pull up but it is just a different league with a proper diaper. I can also now describe right from experience what it feels like for poor Crona in my Fanfic, in much detail 🥵 It was hard to get up and move about as it was so swollen and heavy, and I could do little more than waddle ((again is described in my Fanfic 🤣)) from one room to another. I then went to get my vibrator and had a very intense half-hour while still wearing my diaper, which was soft and squishy and warm and had me totally horny. The only thing I want to change ((pun intended!!)) is the size. When I get my next batch I will try the size smaller as these ones are MAHOOSIVE, even on me!! Is possible that L or maybe even M would fit more securely and not feel like I have a truck between my legs 🤣🤣🤣 unless adult diaper of course are meant to be that huge?? Catch me up on that one! I have vids ofc I will post those down in the vid section. I have alot of ideas of things I would like to do for here with diapers and for my new Tumblr Acc but I will need more experience and of course more time to myself!! I didn't just get to be little or get to be horny but I also got to be my poor alterego Crona which is just so special for me 😍 Roll on tomorrow for more experimenting!!

So as I've mentioned in a previous post, I do suffer from stress incontinence some times and as such I sometimes wear adult pull ups to bed. However, even though I have leaked in the night I've never managed to actually wee in my diaper in bed. For some reason it just won't happen and I find myself constantly getting out of bed to use the toilet. Well, this morning I woke up really needing a wee and really didn't want to move so I tried to fill my diaper. It took about half an hour of trying to relax but I finally did it and the feeling was amazing! To begin with I did have to push it out and it stated as a few trickles but before long it was pouring out. I did have to bring it to a stop as I was unsure my pull up could hold it all but the relief was so good and the naughtyness of it all made me really horny. Not ones to waste an opportunity, I woke my husband and explained what I'd done and he was happy to help me releive my frustratuon. Now my husband has gone to work and I really want to enjoy more wetting so I'm sat in an Abena M4 (only my second time wearing one) I'll be on my own for about 8 hours and want to see how full I can get it before he will be on his way home and I'll have to change.

I bought a wedding dress online for $15 with free shipping and decided today would be a good day to soak it 🙂 currently lying down in the puddle ❤️ There’s something wonderful about wetting in such a formal dress 🤩 (also I chose trans topic but I’m really a femboy hehe)

"Who feels like going for a drink in the city?" someone asked. "Sorry, not me," said Susan, "I'm completely done for the week. I'm getting in my car now and driving straight home." "I'll catch up with you on the way," Bart laughed. "My car is broken, but the leasing company is bringing a replacement car in fifteen minutes." The cheerful twinkle in Bart's eyes melted Susan's heart. Since Willem had left her, she had become more than fond of her new colleague. However, being insecure, she had not dared to do anything with those feelings yet. She was well aware that, as a well-proportioned young woman, she was popular with the opposite sex. However, strangely enough, that did not give her the confidence she needed to ask Bart out. After all, he had never shown any sign of liking her more than just being nice. Either way, Susan's mind was now set on something completely different than her attractive colleague. "Have a great weekend, everyone!" Susan grabbed her bag and walked down the hall. She needed to use the bathroom. The three large glasses of water she had had this afternoon had not gone unnoticed. She passed the women's restrooms and walked to the exit. On her smartphone, she checked the traffic reports. At least an hour's delay on her route, she noted with satisfaction. Before getting into her car, she carefully covered the seat with a large plastic bag. She made sure her long coat was on the back seat. Check. Everything was going according to plan. Susan felt a pleasant tension in her bladder. Today it was going to happen! Since it had happened involuntarily half a year ago, she had fantasized about it constantly: peeing in her pants in her car, surrounded by hundreds of unsuspecting drivers on the road. The time she had lost control of her bladder had been a revelation for her. She had discovered how exciting it is to do something that you're not supposed to do as an adult woman, according to social norms. In the past few months, she had peed in her pants in front of the mirror in her bedroom, enjoying the warm sensation on her legs and the sight of the steadily spreading dark spot in her pants. The excitement that had come over her had always ended in a powerful, self-induced orgasm. Two weeks ago, Susan had gone out on the street for the first time in her wet pants. With her heart pounding with excitement at the thought of the secret hidden under her long coat, she had walked through the busy city center for an hour. But she wanted more: she wanted to feel that tension again, the impending loss of control, being overwhelmed by an untamable primal force. And thanks to her full bladder and at least two hours of slow-moving and stopped traffic, it was about to happen now. She was about to leave the parking lot when there was a knock on the passenger door window. It was Bart, who opened the door with a red face from the effort. "Good thing I caught up with you," he gasped. "The leasing company just called to say they can't arrange a replacement car today. Could I maybe ride with you?" Bart lived less than a kilometer from her, and she had just confidently stated that she would drive straight home. Susan couldn't think of any excuse why she couldn't give Bart a lift. "Sure, no problem," she forced a smile. A moment later, Bart was sitting next to her, talking non-stop about his plans for the weekend. Susan began to panic slightly: there she was, facing hours of traffic with a pressing need to go to the bathroom, sitting next to the man she wanted to impress more than anyone else. She wouldn't make it home dry without going to the bathroom. She had done everything she could to make that impossible. The restroom in the office building was tempting, but she found it embarrassing to make a U-turn after only ten meters of driving for a bathroom break. That would make a strange impression on her passenger. She had always had difficulty talking to others about going to the bathroom. She knew that everyone did it, but she preferred not to remind other people that she had such primitive needs. Now she couldn't avoid it, but she decided to wait until the first gas station on the highway. She had to be able to make it. To relieve some of the pressure on her bladder, she squeezed her thighs tightly together. While Susan hurriedly drove towards the highway, she tried to chat with Bart. But she could hardly concentrate on what he was saying. She felt like she could lose control of her bladder at any moment. If she didn't reach a toilet soon, she would pee in her pants in front of her handsome colleague like a little child. From the corner of her eye, she saw Bart looking at her. "Hey, why are you sitting on a plastic bag?" he suddenly asked. Shit. That stupid thing popped out from under her legs. "Uh, these pants stain the upholstery," was the first thing she could think of. She immediately realized how idiotic it sounded: she had deliberately worn a slightly faded pair of jeans because they gave the most exciting stains when wet. But Bart seemed to accept her explanation. After ten kilometers on the highway, she took the relieving exit to the gas station. "Sorry, I need to use the toilet," she apologized, hastily getting out of the car. "No problem, it's better than doing it in your pants," Bart joked. Susan felt herself blush. Bart had no idea that was exactly what she had planned. She sighed in relief as she emptied her bladder with a clattering sound in the somewhat grimy but oh so welcome Shell toilet a little later. There seemed to be no end to her pee. She would never have been able to hold it for hours. She pulled up her underwear and jeans, grateful that they would remain bone dry today. "Okay, we're good to go," she said cheerfully as she got back behind the wheel. Not much later, they joined the end of a traffic jam. According to the radio, it was an extremely busy rush hour. It would take at least two more hours for them to get home. Although her original plan had fallen through, this sounded like music to Susan's ears: she would have Bart all to herself for a nice long time. Her relief at having an empty bladder was so great that her shyness had disappeared spontaneously. She chatted with Bart about small talk topics, feeling relaxed, and he seemed to be enjoying the conversation just as much as she was. They had just started talking about their mutual vacation plans when Susan realized she needed to pee again. Not as badly as before, but much more than you would expect twenty minutes after going to the bathroom. In her head, she went through what she had drunk that day. The three glasses of water she had in the afternoon were certainly good for a liter, but to make sure she would be bursting when she left, she had also had the necessary tea and coffee in the morning. And a cup of milk at lunch... She didn't know exactly what the average woman's bladder capacity was, but when Susan added up her fluid intake for the day, she could only conclude that her pee just now had only been the tip of the iceberg. Her body had now begun to eliminate the rest of the excess fluid. Initially, Susan wasn't too worried. She had already proven today that she could hold her pee for a long time, so she figured she could handle the few hours in the car. But soon she realized that her bladder was filling up at an accelerated pace. She began to panic, frantically trying to think of where the nearest toilet was. At cruising speed, it was at least another half an hour to the next gas station, she calculated. But the traffic had just come to a complete stop, so the much-needed bathroom could have been in Timbuktu for all she knew. "Why are you suddenly so quiet?" Bart asked. "Sorry, I'm a little tired," Susan replied. In the next half hour, they covered a measly five kilometers. Less than an hour after her liberating bathroom visit, Susan once again felt like her bladder could explode at any moment. Restlessly, she shifted in her seat. She might be able to hold it for another fifteen minutes, but her self-created doom was inevitable: whether she wanted to or not, she was going to pee her pants. Susan thought back to how it had gone last time. She had resisted nature's call with all her might, and as a result, had lost control of her body for ten whole seconds. Perhaps it would be better if she took matters into her own hands this time, and controlled the release of her pee little by little. Hopefully, her pants wouldn't get soaked through so quickly, and the liquid, which would inevitably seek the lowest point, could reach her seat undetected. If she behaved as normally as possible, Bart might not notice anything! With a sideways glance at the man next to her, Susan cautiously relaxed her sphincter muscle. Immediately, she felt the familiar sensation of warm liquid filling her panties. A moment later, she regained control of her bladder with some effort. She looked down as inconspicuously as possible. The fabric of her jeans between her legs showed a small wet spot, but Bart probably wouldn't be able to see it from his position. Susan let some more urine flow again, this time for a little longer. She felt her buttocks becoming damp. Unconsciously, she let out a sigh. "Isn't this traffic frustrating?" said Bart. "Yes, very annoying," said Susan, secretly releasing a warm stream from her body for the third time. "Could you pass me my bag, please?" Bart handed her the handbag he had placed on the floor in front of him when they got in the car. Susan took out a tissue and pretended to blow her nose. She casually left the bag on her lap, shielding the slowly growing wet spot in her crotch. She dared to relax a little more, but remained constantly aware of her thoroughly wet buttocks. Two endless hours later, Susan parked her car in front of Bart's house. Her bladder was still about to burst. During the ride, she had been able to relieve some of the pressure by letting a little bit of pee out at a time, but because the back of her pants had limited absorption capacity, she still had to hold back. If she had opened all the floodgates, the pee would undoubtedly have seeped through to the front of her pants, and her handbag would no longer have hidden her shame from Bart. To her dismay, Bart had even offered to put her bag on the back seat, but she had managed to dissuade him with an excuse. "Hey, I was thinking," said Bart. "You're probably too tired to cook for yourself. Why don't you join me for dinner? I'll make a delicious risotto." Having dinner at Bart's house! Susan would have loved nothing more, but she had made it impossible for herself. "Uh, some other time, please," she stammered. "But I'm really tired now. I'm going to lie on the couch at home." "I have a couch too, you know," Bart said invitingly. "No, thank you, I really prefer to go home." Bart seemed disappointed but didn't insist further. "Okay, have a nice weekend then. And thanks for the ride!" Susan let out a deep sigh. She had made it. She had wet herself, but Bart hadn't noticed a thing. Now that all the tension was released, Susan could no longer hold her protesting bladder in check. Before she had even left the street, she felt her body fluid rushing out uncontrollably between her legs. She threw her handbag on the back seat and looked in amazement at her pants, which became soaking wet in a matter of seconds. The modest wet spot in her crotch rapidly spread over the inside of her thighs. The fabric around her buttocks was now completely saturated. Moisture began to drip from the plastic bag on the floor. Undoubtedly, the makeshift protective layer would not adequately protect the seat of her chair. She didn't care and made no effort to regain control. She continued to pee in one long spurt that seemed to last forever. Like a baby, she was peeing herself, but she felt stronger than ever. No one could touch her. She did whatever she felt like doing, defying all prevailing conventions. Involuntarily, she pressed the gas pedal a little harder. When a traffic light turned red, she quickly made an extra sprint. Adrenaline surged through her body. It took a while for the police car's stop sign to penetrate her consciousness and for her to crash back down to earth. "So, madam," said the officer when Susan rolled down her window, "it seems like you were in quite a hurry. You just drove through the red light at full speed. Do you have an explanation for that?" "No, I'm sorry," said Susan meekly, "I just wasn't paying attention. I understand if I get a fine for that." With her arms, she tried to hide the large wet spots on her pant legs as best she could. "I do need to issue you a ticket for this," said the officer. "May I see your driver's license?" Shit. Susan's driver's license was in the bag she had just thrown onto the back seat with a big sweep. It was out of her reach. She would have to turn a quarter turn and stretch to reach it. The officer would have a clear view of her soaking wet behind. She started sweating. For the second time today, she had gotten herself into trouble. "No, sorry," she answered as kindly as possible, "I accidentally left my driver's license at home this morning. Could you perhaps check my details based on my license plate?" "Could you step out of the car, please?" asked the officer. "It's easier to talk that way." He clearly had no intention of letting Susan off easily. "Um, can't we just do it like this, I uh..." stuttered Susan. "Madam, I request that you leave your vehicle," the man repeated in a pressing tone. It was clear that the officer would not tolerate any objections, and that Susan would only get herself into more trouble if she refused to cooperate. Hesitantly, Susan opened the door and stepped out of the car. She felt the soaking wet fabric of her pants sticking to her legs. She could have died of shame. "As you probably know," the officer began his sermon, "since 2005, every citizen from the age of 14 must have a form of identification..." He didn't finish his sentence. The stern expression on his face gave way to astonishment. It took him a while to realize what he was seeing. Standing before him was an attractive young woman with shoulder-length blond hair, bright green eyes, and feminine curves in all the right places, who had wet herself. The large wet spot in the crotch of her jeans, which she was unsuccessfully trying to cover with her hands, left no doubt about this. In the reflection of the car window, he could see that the fabric around her well-shaped buttocks was soaked. Ashamed, Susan looked down at her feet. "Y-you can go home," stammered the officer, bewildered. "We all make mistakes." After one last shy glance at Susan's pants, he walked back to his car. With a pounding heart, Susan slammed the door behind her as she arrived home. The car ride had become more thrilling than she had anticipated. First, she had secretly wet herself in front of her colleague, and then she had exposed herself to a complete stranger. She had endured anxious moments, but now that she was safely home, excitement took over. She took off the long coat that had concealed her wet pants from unsuspecting passersby on the street. In her bedroom mirror, she examined the dark blue stains on her pants. She flopped down on her bed. When she rolled over, large moist spots remained where her buttocks had touched the sheet. She lay on her back and ran her hands over her wet pant legs. She pulled her pants down and touched her soaked panties. Then Susan could no longer resist the desire to touch herself in that one sensitive spot. Moments later, she experienced her most explosive orgasm in ages.

Shizuku 7, Shawnie 1. Legend level. Yeah, I got fucking soaked again. I kinda fucked myself this hold. I was like way sleepy when I waked up and had a cup of coffee and refilled it some. I didn't list what I had so I was like already kinda full when I started my hold. I had on my A&F jeans and a blue t-shirt and pink boxers. 3 hours 51 minutes, 1870 ml. Plus the coffee. 10 canipees and 10 fuck yous from Shizuku. 6 challenge sessions. 7 challenges. 1 rejected. Walk around 5 minutes relaxed and get 3 minutes off. That was like kinda hard this time. But 3 minutes off was kewl. Pee one second. It was like early enuff and I dident get too wet. Only got 1 minute off tho. Prolly like fair. Legs apart relax 7 minutes, only got 1 minute off. Stand on one leg 5 minutes, only got 1 minute off. Way fucking unfair. that should been like about 5 minutes off. I leaked a bit. Fill up a cup slowly. Whatever. Got a easy minute off. Pour cold water down my pants. I said fuck no cause imma tryin to stay fucking dry not get fucking wet. Touch toes 6 times for 15 seconds each time. Only got a minute off. NGL that was way hard and I leaked some more. I was like way desparate now and kept having to drink a can of soda every hour. I was so fucked and Shizuku was a bitch. So I couldent hold it and totally fucked up my jeans. Totals so far. 8 sunday mornings, 8 on legend level. 7 fucking soaked endings, 1 damp but winning ending, 73 fuck yous and 1 YES from Shizuku. 32 challenge sessions, 40 challenges, 8 rejected, 32 done. Got dared to and Imma gonna wear my bestest clothes this sunday and imma sooooo gonna beat Shizuku this week.