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Id truly appreciate either your reviews of your purchase of my clips things I could improve on anything so possible customers read it straight from you! https://clips4sale.com/131081/wet-scarlet/cide25d1c4a2117a5e3c0e2fb569c

I'm sorry for being MIA... I was hoping you guys might enjoy this new public wetting losing every ounce in my bladder in front of this grocery store when this family came walking out! There was no possible way I could stop myself if I wanted to! That warmth spreading from my pussy extending out to the bottom of my buttcheeks down my thighs creating puddles in my boots just felt too amazing to not let it flow... My body just surrendered to my desperation and pure enjoyment of wetting myself I couldn't control myself. Another clip is being added so make sure to keep checking my studio for updated material if you're interested! Hoping I'm able to satisfy...? https://clips4sale.com/131081/wet-scarlet/cide25d1c4a2117a5e3c0e2fb569c

Has anyone come across any Overwatch wetting in any art or comics yet. Huge props to anyone that knows about some, I would love to see it. I think I posted this in the right place and I had a search before I posted this and didn't find anything.

Hello everyone! Nikolai here! These pictures were taken while I was doing a live Omorashi thing on the OmoOrg Discord server! I have three pictures, before the wetting, during the wetting, and even after the wetting! I drank an entire 2 Litre bottle filled with Crystal Light tea so, I guess this was going to happen one way or the other! There was so much, too! Enjoy~

I decided to start a new, twokinds omo specific request topic, so I can prioritize properly, so, I'm moving the current list of 2Kinds omo requests to here. Top five on the priority list: 1-Flora wetting 2-Kat wetting 3-(bonus from me) Kat and Flora wetting 4<empty> 5<empty> End of top priority

That two hr drive was waayyy too long!!! With no where to pee on the turnpike I had to hold it as long as humanly possible. Finally I got off an exit making it to the rest stop. I became so desperate to pee I could barely make it out of my car before I lost my warm pee soaking my panties pussy thighs creating a puddle in both boots. In response my body relaxed so much once after the control was lost and I just couldn't stop the stream. It felt so orgasmic to let the warmth spread across my body that I didn't even notice how many people were around! I drenched my jeans it's crazy to think I still couldn't make it home before losing it again! You aren't going to want to miss this one! I get wet now every time I rewatch it all. I cum thinking about how amazing that warmth felt spreading across my pussy and watching it glisten as it streams down my legs.

Wow, I can't believe I'm finally doing this! Hello everyone! I have gone and had a little "accident" in my Sleep Pants right before my shower. It isn't much pee, but there is some! I had my hand placed on my crotch as I wee'd myself, and gave my hand a lil lick right after. ;3 But yeah, I actually peed myself and am uploading a photo! Enjoy!

Cas had to pee super bad while doing dishes. Posted with her blessing. 20180930_220448.mp4

My gf went into the bathroom when I walked in from work. I sat down. A few minutes later I received this video. Things got hot when she came out. I hope y'all enjoy. Posted with her permission as always. received_2289256747972994.mp4

Story Notes: The Chun-Li in this story is based off her classic costume as seen in this gallery. A tight blue spandex qipao with a matching blue leotard and shiny bronze tights underneath. This is my first story. Please go easy on me :) Feedback and reviews are welcome. Chapter Notes: Prologue for the "Soiled Pride" storyline. Chun-Li is at Interpol HQ and discovers that her trusted friend and ally Cammy has been captured and broken. Warning: This chapter has graphic description of urinary and bowel incontinence along with violent combat, humiliation and vomiting. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. PROLOGUE: BEAUTY AND ARROGANCE Chun-Li opened the door and walked out of the Interpol training gym. Behind her were three of her sparring partners, all of which were bruised and exhausted from the recent session. Chun-Li on the other hand hadn't even broken a sweat. She was on her way to the director's office after receiving a summons.Chun-Li stepped out of the elevator after reaching the 7th floor and begun walking down the hallway. Many of the Interpol staff turned their heads to stare at her as she walked by. Chun-Li was wearing her iconic costume, a form fitting blue spandex qipao with gold accents and white belt over a matching blue leotard and shiny copper tights. The outfit was accessorized by large spiked wrist cuffs, white lace boxing boots and a pair of silk bun covers fastened over her hair.Her costume was a stark contrast to the formal business attire that everyone else on the floor was wearing. Many of the male staff could not resist getting a glance at the woman's magnificent thighs encased in her spandex tights. As she walked her skirt would flow elegantly and every so often would offer a brief view of the tight blue leotard that she wore underneath.As Chun-Li approached the director's office she noticed one of the male agents staring at her like he had never seen a woman before. His mouth was open and practically drooling. A female colleague had to elbow him in the ribs to get his attention about some paperwork. Chun-Li gave off a little smirk as she felt good knowing she was both strong and gorgeous. She knew her costume would turn a lot of heads, but she didn't care. Wearing the costume always filled her with confidence."Please step inside. The director has been waiting for you." Said the director's secretary.Chun-Li stepped inside the director's office and closed the door behind her. The director was sitting behind his desk with a disturbed look on his face.What is the matter director? Your message was labeled urgent.You'll want to sit down for this Chun-Li. She did as he asked.You recall that we've received no communication from Cammy for some time now. We had suspected that this was because she was under deep cover. Unfortunately it appears that she's failed her mission and has been captured. Chun-Li gasped. How do you know this?We received a ransom video and it was addressed to you directly.The director swivelled his laptop towards Chun-Li and pressed a button to play a video.The video begins with a black screen. A light suddenly turns on and in center frame is Cammy. The blonde fighter is bound with her arms behind her back and her ass stuck in the air. She looked as though she'd been tortured in that position for days. There were streaks of tears and mascara running down her face and her bright green leotard had been stained with dirt, sweat and numerous streaks of urine running down from her crotch. Cammy was struggling in her bonds drooling from the ball gag in her mouth.The video ran for a short while until a red hooded figure stepped into frame. The figure was obviously female from the structure of her frame, however her face was shrouded in darkness under her hood. The red figure pulled out a leather riding crop and began whipping Cammy on the ass. Cammy shrieked in pain and began screaming like a child. After a few hits, Cammy's eyes widened and tears began streaming down her face. Then suddenly, following a loud gurgling sound, Cammy violently released her bowels into her leotard and flesh colored camouflaged tights. What initially began as a small brown stained bulge quickly expanded. The thin thong strap of Cammy's leotard bottoms were no match for the massive torrent of paste expelling from her anus. The thick excrement spewed between the thong strap and leaked down her legs. This continued for several minutes as it appeared that Cammy had a massive load brewing in her bowels for quite some time.Chun-Li was horrified. She covered her mouth in terror and continued watching the video.Cammy unrelenting stream of shit torrented into her costume until it eventually came quit halt. The red hooded figure pulled out what appeared to be a tazer and proceeded to zap Cammy in the chest. Cammy convulsed violently, screaming from under her ball gag and then suddenly went limp. A strong stream of urine began to leak out of the broken fighter, further soiling her ruined costume and cascading down her camouflaged tights. Cammy had stopped moving with the exception of the occasional twitch from the leftover electric shock. She was a complete mess and horrible sight to behold. Her once beautiful fighting costume was now acting like a soiled diaper holding in the heroine's shameful excrement. Chun-Li was at a loss for words after seeing her trusted friend and ally like that.The red hooded figure stepped closer to the camera and begun to speak.It looks like your heroic agent has soiled herself. She should have known that wearing such a costume would only add to her humiliation.It's quite sad that she broke quite easily. Begging for her life in fact. If you want her back alive then you'll follow my orders to the letter. I wish to challenge your top agent, the self proclaimed strongest woman in the world. The one known as Chun-Li. She will meet me in Thailand alone. There we will battle each other face to face to determine who is really the strongest. Do as I say, I'll let this shit-stained whore live.The video suddenly ended with a screen displaying the GPS location of a street corner in Thailand. Chun-Li turned towards the director with an angry determined look. Director, let me go to Thailand. I'll defeat anyone that challenges me and I will rescue Cammy. I'll do it for Interpol and for the pride of China. Whoever this hooded figure is, she doesn't stand a chance against the strongest woman in the world! End of Prologue

my girl eliza about to piss herself bc why not

I've recently started thinking about girl who are peeing into thier panties (I don't know if it has a name?) instead of just in them... Let's say that a girl is walking in the forrest and suddenly have to pee but while squatting down she fails to get her pulled down panties out of the way (maybe she's too busy looking around to see if anyone could be coming?) so when she finally starte pee, the whole stream squirts derectly into her panties... I've seen a couple of videos about it and I really love them!.. LoveWetting have made a handful of them is called "Minor Accident With Major Consequences" (by Rita) and another one (one of my favorites) called "Wasted Student" (staring Violeta)... I recommend both of them!.. I don't know what's so hot about it but the thought just turns me on so bad! I remember doing it myself doing a fieldtrip back I school days but I have unfortunatly not done it since... Can anyone recommend any good videos or photos and do anyone else find this hot?

CHAPTER 1: THE ARRIVAL It was a particularly cold day that day in Windhelm. A perfect day for hot drink and warm bed, and warmer company in those beds. Nords in the Candlehearth are Hall enjoying this, while the Dark Elves and other 'undesirables' cozied up in the barely sustainable Grey Quarter, and the ever fashionable New Gnisis Corner Club. Late at night this day was, 3 hours to sunrise, on the 12th day of Frostfall, Sundas. While most Argonians in Windhelm are just making peanuts working the docks, one Argonian happened to be on the approach to Windhelm, nearing the gates in a merchant's caravan. His name was Deed-Chath. A young Argonian male in his prime, snow was falling between the unarmoured green-grey scales on his neck, causing him to shake and clear che cold flakes from his scales. Deed squinted through the snow, so thick it was practically a mist coating the road ahead his snout poking out between his relatively protective helmet's plates "Are you sure there's a city here, Adalad?" The young Argonian spoke to his Breton companion, sat atop the carriage and carefully guiding the horses through the thick, mist-like snow. "Yes, yes, dear boy! How many times must I tell you, Windhold...er...Winterhelm? The city is right there! Look, you can practically see the walls now." Adalad pointed towards a vague figure in the fog and Deed squinted harder, scrunching up his face in concentration before giving a sigh. "Fine, I'll take your word for it." he leaned back in his seat and took a swig of some cheap ale, hoping to warm hinself up. "This better be one hell of a city if I'm freezing my tail off in this stupid carriage..." he looked back to Adalad, who he would hopefully never have to see again. Deed took another sip of Ale and began digging through his satchel, continuing to absent-mindedly sip at his ale while removing a folded and now horribly wrinkled and stained piece of paper, re-reading the faint ink words to make sure he wasn't getting scammed out of his pay. "You, Freelancer do declare blahblahblah protect the carriage blahblahblah will recieve advance payment of 500 septims, then 500 more after journey is complete..." Deed read to himself. He folded the paper back over and stuffed it back into his satchel, heaving a sigh of boredom as he began to finish off the last quarter of his ale... The Carriage suddenly came to a halt, with a loud snort and a cry of 'woah' from Adalad. Deed is tossed forwards and his ale is sent flying out the back of the cart and somewhere in the deep snow. Deed groans and turns angrily around to yell some form of obscenity at Adalad. "Hey! You-" Deed is cut short as he notices the large, towering walls of Windhelm, and the sturdy iron gates shielding the inside of the town from their meagre carriage. Deed blinks several times before looking towards Adalad, who was talking in hushed tones to a burley looking guard in a face-concealing mask, another guard stood near the horse, seemingly inspecting it for illegal items strapped on or in the horses, while a third guard came around the rear of the carriage to inspect it's contents. The guard clambered into the carriage with some grunts of effort, ignoring Deed, who began to stand up. The guard began poking through chests and baskets, turning kettles over, and inspecting corners like they were hiding the secret to divinity. Finally the guard looks at Deed, while another guard climbs into the carriage as well, he looks him up and down then scoffs. "Here to work the docks, lizard?" he crossed his arms over his chest. "I beg pardon?" Deed replied, surprised the guards would be so rude. The second guard nudged the first and pointed at Deed's chest. "No dock scum I know wears steel plate, he must be a caravan guard let him be." the second guard turned to leave and the 1st guard followed. Deed took turned back to look at Adalad, who was seemingly finished talking to the gate-keeping guard, as the guard yelled an incoherent word up towards the top of the walls, and the doors began to open. As the doors creaked and groaned, they began to reveal the city itself. Deed leaned forward, bracing himself on the rear of the driver's seat as they began moving forwards. Inside the town was several staircases, decorated with faded stone carvings of some sort of mythical beasts, beyond that was what looked like a lodge, or an inn of sorts. Deed grunted as he was shifted to the right, the caravan turned left to head up a thin ramp towards another block of the large city. Guided by guards, the carriage made its way into a large marketplace filled with empty stalls. As the carriage rattled onward, Deed noticed the peculiar glances the guards were giving the duo. Some even appeared to be muttering under their breathe as the carriage passed. "Perhaps...they do not get many caravans here? But it is such a large city..." Deed spoke, mostly to himself, however Adalad answered. "Ahh, yes. You're new to Skyrim, right? Well this is Winderholdem, home of Cloaked Storms...something like that...they don't like non-Nords because they want Skyrim tax free or something, I try to stay out of politics..." Deed grunted in acknowledgement, and the carriage came to a slow halt. "Right, Deed, we have 3 hours to sunrise, get us unpacked, and get ready to guard!" Adalad cheerfully cried, hopping down from the driver's seat and merrily marching towards the rear of the carriage. Deed scowled, watching the arrogant Breton strut by. "Hey! That is not in the contract! You want me to unload, that's EXTRA!" Deed shouted. Adalad sighed annoyedly. "Fiiine..." he sighed. "Just...there's another 100 septims for you in it, and uh...I guess that whole bottle of Dunmer Ale, Nords hate it anyway..." Deed scoffed, but begrudgingly got to work. Fastening the bottle of ale into his satchel and sipping from it on occasion, he unloaded the carriage and set up a small perimeter for the stall-keepers to come get their goods. A small portable table here, a stool there, and chests surrounded by wooden walls, it looked similar to a stall on its own, but with the addition of a strange symbol painted crudely on the front of the portable desk, stall-owners and shopkeepers would know what they were there for. Deed finished off the Dunmer Ale, giving a short belch and tossing the empty container into the deep snow, patting his stomach and seating himself on the rear of the carriage, he looked around for Adalad, so he could collect his final pay and maybe purchase a room and a meal at wherever the inn was. Adalad however was nowhere to be found. Deed sighed, not wanting to leave the valuable merchant's stock unguarded, he would position himself comfortable on the carriage and waits for Adalad to return. Deed rested his chin on his gloved hand and sighed, letting his mind wander. He realized that during the whole trip, he'd only taken a leak once on the journey! He let this roll over in his mind. As a waterborn creature by nature, he had a large bladder, and as a creature also naturally larger than most species, it was still a smidge larger, allowing himself plenty of breathing room for that. He discarded the thought and once again began to think. "Perhaps there will be some fair Argonian maidens in need of a virile and intelligant male such as myself..." he smiled at this thought, and took a short look around as if they might just magically appear because Akatosh felt kind that night... Disappointed at the only women around being snow-women, Deed returned to boredom. The sun began to rise and Deed groaned loudly, he'd been stuck freezing his tail off all night, while Adalad probably slept in a warm bed, laughing to himself that he got the guard to unload AND watch the cargo all night. "I'll have a talk with that Breton bastard later..." Deed spoke aloud. Deed layed back in the carriage and began to stare up into the sky, realizing that he'd been sitting there at least two and a half hours...he suddenly felt a small urge in his abdomen, somewhat hard to feel under his layers of armor, but a feeling everyone knows. Deed might need to pee. Deed sat up again, treating the situation as a small annoyance, that he would properly deal with at an inn after Adalad returned. Deed curled in on himself somewhat and shivered, the cold probably made him realize his need to pee. The sun had finally risen from its slumber, some warmth returning to the cold hold of Eastmarch, and the colder than ice tundras of Skyrim. As the crimson morning rays of sunlight pierced the veil of fog and illuminated the walls around him, Deed saw the Breton returning to the caravan, his clothes untidy and his hat sideways, as well as his amulet of Mara gone. He was rubbing his forehead and slowly trundling over to the carriage, he stopped several feet in front of Deed, then scooped up a handful of snow and placed it against his head. For several seconds nothing but the howling wind could be heard before Deed broke the silence. "Adalad! You fool! We had 3 hours 'til sunrise and you managed to get robbed and beat up?!" Deed yelled with a tinge of panic in his voice, now how was he going to get payed? The Breton groaned and pushed the snow against his forehead a little harder, giving a short sigh and looking up at Deed. "Keep your voice dow-aagh, please...I didn't get robbed, Nord women are just really rough..." Deed glared at the man for about a minute, hopping off the carriage and pointing an accusatory finger at the hungover Breton. "You got drunk and banged Nord hookers in just 3 hours?!" Deed hissed "There wasn't even enough time for that! HOW did you even wake up in time to get out here?! You better be paying me an extra 200 spetims for my time!" Adalad groaned in pain as the Argonian spoke, only paying half attention. "If you must know, it's an old Breton secret...now just...ugh...lemme just...yeah you'll get extra pay...now just...wait here with me until the shopkeepers come buy their stock.." Adalad stumbled over to the stool in the make-shift stall and sat down with a groan, scooping a second handful of snow up off the ground and beginning to eat it. "G'nn h'rse goah th' h'rses.." Deed sighed in annoyance, and spat his words at the Breton as if they were arrows dipped in frostbite venom. "Speak when your mouth is not full of snow, Adalad..." Adalad raised one finger up at Deed, gesturing for him to wait as he swallowed the snow. Deed waited inpatiently, folding his arms across his chest. "Adala-" Deed began to spoke, but was interrupted as the Breton spat his snow out and spoke quickly. "GoputthehorsesonthethingwhereyouputthehorsespleaseDeedyou'regivingmeaheadache!" Deed gave Adalad and unamused look and untied the horse from the carriage, bringing him several feet from the carriage when he realized the stables were OUTSIDE the city gates. Deed huffed, simply returning the horse to the carriage. Adalad seemed to pay no attention to this, instead simply nursing his quite obviously painful hangover. As Deed watched, amused at Adalad's pain, he thought for a moment. "I should book a room for later tonight at the inn so that I can just sleep whem I get the chance. Perhaps Adalad will let me go do that and I can use a chamber pot." Deed opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a guard, who hailed the duo. "Lizard, Breton, you need a permit to set up a stall in town, you can't just-" As the guard spoke, Adalad sat up and then groaned loudly to interrupt him, digging into his satchel while the guard then began to make a snide remark about lollygagging. Adalad slammed a piece of parchment on the stall counter and the guard huffed, dissatisfied he could harass them no longer. Deed realized he didn't know they needed a permit, or whether or not he would be needed to guard the stall all day...he dreaded the thought, and turned to Adalad. "Adalad." Deed said. "Whaaaaaaaaaat?" Adalad whined. "Where is the inn, I will book myself a room for tonight, and will you need me to stand guard all day? That costs extra." Deed placed his hands on his hips for emphasis. Adalad shot up in his stool, a smile spreading across his face that likely meant no good was to come of the next statement. "An excellent idea, Deed! Stand guard here all day if you'd please, and if you can get to the Candlehearth befor-" Adalad was interrupted. "Candlehearth?" Deed inquired. "Is that the name of the inn? Where is it?" Adalad frowned. "I was going to tell you if you LET ME FINISH, impatient boy...it's in the middle of the square, and yes, it is the inn...they have drink and rooms, but eh...probably not for you. Aheh." Deed cocked his head to the side, and gave the Breton a curious look. "Not for me? Why so? You better not be making up things so that you don't have to-" now Deed is interrupted by Adalad, who seems to have a tinge of 'backpedaling fear' in his voice. "Well I mean err...well it's just the Nords here and the Cloaked Stormers just don't like us...non-Nord folk...especially the ones that don't look like them. They tolerate a Breton, but an Argonian?" Adalad scoffs, then chuckles and gives a rude snort. "Fat chance." Deed glares at Adalad, not unused to the rude Breton's mannerisms, he simply begins to walk in the direction of the inn. "I doubt you, I will check myself..." Deed calls over his shoulder. Adalad says something in response, it sounds somewhat frantic but Deed chooses to ignore it, his bladder has only gotten more demanding since the sun has risen, and his crotch is beginning to feel...unconfortable...however as a dignified man he will hold it, and use a chamber pot at the inn. Deed opens the surprisingly heavy door and finds...less people than he thought there would be. A drunk nord sits at the bar counter, mumbling into his tankard, a tired bard strums lazily at her lute, and a comely nord woman is absent-mindedly looking at wine and mead bottles for imperfections. Deed approaches the bar, seating himself next to the drunken Nord and clearing his throat to get the barmaiden's attention. She begins to speak without looking at Deed, she seems to almost be reading from a script with how practiced her greeting is; "This here's Candlehearth Hall. Great room's upstairs, an' there's a bed for rent on the ground floor, food for the hungry, drink for the thirsty. My name is Elda what can I get y-" She seems to stop speaking as she turns to look at Deed, then blinks several times. "Ah...you must be new here..." she adopts a flat tone, it barely covers the contempt in her voice. "Is there something you need?" she raises an eyebrow at Deed. "Yes ma'am, I just came into town and I would like to reserve a room for the day, and...eh...a little mead never hurt." Deed gave a polite smile, which Elda did not return. Without speaking she reached under the table and placed a tankard on the counter, then poured an already open bottle of mead into the tankard until it foamed to the brim. The amber liquid seemingly reminded Deed of his need to urinate, and he clenched his jaw lightly, but his thirst outweighed his other needs for now. Elda looked Deed up and down. "Dock workers usually talk to Shatter-Shield, he runs the-" Deed cut her off "I am not here to work the docks...thank you...now about that room?" he leaned forward slightly, expecting her to give a price for it, but instead she shook her head. "Sorry lizard but we're packed right to the brim, we sold the last room about ten minutes ago. And that drink is 3 septims." the bartender went back to examining bottles. Deed, sensing the agression towards himself gave a short grunt and placed 3 septims on the table before quickly downing his drink. Setting the tankard aside and scooting his stool backwards, he turned to his left and began to stand up, however as he stood, the scabbard of his sword struck the drunk Nord on the rear. Causing him to wake up, drunk and angry. He shot out of his stool and it clattered to ground, he looked to his right, then left, eyeing Deed's back as he began to exit the inn. "'Ey! Shtupid Lizard! What've ya tah say fer y'self?!" the Nord approached Deed, who turned to face the man, confused. "Beg pardon, is something the matter, warm-blood?" the Nord eyed Deed up and down, crossing his arms defiantly. "Aye there'sh shomething wrong cold-blood, your shcabb'rd hit me! I'd been shleepin'!" Deed cocked his head to the side, confused at the Nord's anger. "So?" The Nord began to turn red in anger, like a drunken tomato. "Sho?! Sho?! Sho?! That'ere my favourite shleep! You gotta pay fer't!" Deed scoffed. "How am I going to pay for you-" Deed was cut short by the stabbing pain in his jaw, as he was thrown back in surprise, stumbling into the wall and rubbing his jaw with a yell of pain, and his bladder reminded him that it was getting full. "THAT'SH how y' can pay fer me sleep!" the Nord laughed, placing his hands on his hips in a triumphant . Deed hissed at the man and threw himself at him in rage, sending a punch for the drunken Nord's beer belly. The Nord gasped, the air being pulled from his lungs as he was struck off guard, in his surprise and drunkeness, he would stumble back and trip over his own fallen barstool, tumbling to the ground, a loud yell and a clatter of wood and metal landing in a crumpled heap of pain, with a loud THUMP, sucking air in winded gasps. Deed blinked twice, not expecting his punch to be half as effective, he would quickly exit the inn, to avoid further confrontation, and the inevitable arrival of the guards. Deed hurried his way back to the carriage and the makeshift stall, approaching the counter and looking at Adalad, who had seemingly managed to shrug off his hangover. He looked up at Deed and questioned him. "Any luck?" he grinned, already knowing the answer. Deed grunted "Conflict of interests..." he sighed once more and leaned against the side of the makeshift stall, which would be his new post. Deed was not satisfied with today's events so far; he stayed out all night guarding supplies while Adalad got drunk, so he's tired, he didn't get a room at the inn, and he got into a fight which might get him jail time, and worst of all he 'still' had to pee. Deed scoffed in disdain for the city he had only just arrived at. "This place sucks..." he spoke aloud. "Whatever, you're just jealous, scales..." Adalad chuckled. Deed growled "Shut up, Adalad or I'm raising my fee." "...whatever Deed..."

Today is your first day at your new school. You graduated high school and you are going to college for an engineering degree. You wake up late, and realize that you only have 15 minutes to make it across campus to class! You can feel a slight need to pee, but you're also quite hungry, and you reeeeally need a shower. Time to prioritize! A] Take a quick shower and throw on some sweats, barely making it to class in time B] Drop by the grab and go for some fruit on your way to class, again barely making it in time. C] Use the bathroom and leave for class, arriving early enough to get a good seat in the front.

well, when i logged in, i really had to go, but it seems to have subsided. carry on. yeh...just squirming a little

I figured I should start one of these, seeing as I just found out that IBIS paint is not, a piece of shit digital art app, but actually very efficient. I'm also bad with ideas and wanted to seewhat the community has to offer. Here's my most recent work.

As a massive fan of Doctor Who, Especially the 2nd Doctor and his companions, I thought about how hot it would be if Victoria were to have fan fic or artwork depicting her wetting herself (preferably fan fic) I imagine Victoria, possibly in the ice warriors outfit and maybe in that Snowy setting though it doesn't matter, drenching herself out of fear of some monsters or whatnot. I also imagine Victoria's piss as being hot, which is why in the snowy ice warrior setting steam could rise. God if someone writes Victoria omo I'd be so happy ( I assume it hasn't been done before) maybe I'll try having ago writing it myself.

From what I found out about myself, I'm just into omo and anything pee related. But my girlfriend is only into wedgies. Both of us are able to satisfy each other's fetishes, but I think we can always do better and try to look up new methods for us to engage in our own kinks. For omorashi, holding for myself isn't that great, she's fine with holding since she kinda does it often in her daily life. When going about this kink, she fine with drinking fluids to make her go, but not much else. She usually stops me from trying to make the hold more interesting by doing physical contact like tickling, but only when she's getting close to her limit. Also, there isn't really much content for wedgies and so I don't really know how I could improve for her? If anyone here that is into the same kinks and could explain some cool tricks or ideas, that would be awesome!

I have kind of a fabric clothing omo fetish, as well as plushie, and soft clothing. I think it started with my best friend in sixth grade I'll share that later. I love dried fabric that has been wet on it's like the phremones. There was like this study where people sniffed shirts of the opposite sex and it found out who they would more likely be attracted to. So my wife is like you can't all have that just under the bed in a bug out bag. I had a thai mattress and a few blankets and outfits. So I ended up getting a 6 foot teddy bear, clearing the bedroom closet, Putting it in there with my bug out bag, all of our assorted cosplay things, and putting a exhuast fan in there that shoots outside. Fun fact I'm a germophobe. So thats our omo room, or the crib or whatever you want to call it. It's a place where we can explore. I enjoy just decompressing in there thats my "experience" I'm somewhat open about how I feel about the topic, my wife is much more reserved as she only does this for me. The whole what would people think think thing scares her. I dunno the joys to being a young homeowner. So three questions anyone else have a fabric/phermone based attraction? How much foot traffic do you have to avoid.... how much to hide? Do you guys cowet or just solo?

Tonight I was in the mood to have a hold as I've done countless times before but I was also intrigued about the possibility of having a messing accident as well. Fair warning, if you're not into this side of things then turn away now. I'd began holding after dinner and had got myself a few beers to rapidly bring about the situation (I find beer a great diuretic), however I've found myself intrigued about the possibility of what a messing accident would feel like for a while. I do like a couple of messing videos but I have no time for scat or anything like that. The few messing videos I have seen have focused on women desperately holding before uncontrollably messing themselves just showing the brown stains in their jeans/trousers and/or panties but not actually showing the poop mess itself. Anyway, I digress I decided to take a couple of strong laxatives as I started drinking and as I began to feel myself filling up my bladder I felt the urge to poop quite a bit. As I got more and more desperate to pee I found my urge to poop gaining traction ahead of my desperate bladder and I had to really squeeze my butt cheeks to prevent a #2 accident. I continued to hold as I drank my beers and my desperation at both ends got really intense! A few small spurts of pee juxtaposed with some wet farts that I could feel in my tight boxer shorts (and when I checked in the mirror making a small brown stain through my cream trousers). At this point I was questioning whether I could actually go through with it and began to drink more beer in an attempt to get the thoughts off my mind. Before too long however, the beer and laxatives were really having an effect on me and I could no longer concentrate on the TV programme I was watching. I popped outside for a quick cigarette on my balcony (a favourite vice of mine when I've been drinking) and despite my attempts to remain dry, my poor aching bladder couldn't hold it anymore and I began to piss myself. I held it back after about ten seconds but that was only a brief respite. After I chugged the last remnants of my final can of beer the floodgates opened and I uncontrollably pissed my boxers and cream trousers on my balcony for about a minute and a half. The relief was welcome, felt great and one I have experienced many times before as I stood there making a huge puddle of pee underneath me. However, as my bladder relaxed that's when my bowels betrayed me. I thought I had made a good job of holding in that laxative but at that moment the urge to go was excruciating and I couldn't hold anymore and an absolute torrent of wet mushy shit poured out of me, filling my boxer shorts and even running down my leg. I still don't know what to make of the sensation. The relief was great, and I'll be honest, the feeling of wet mushy crap all in my boxers and running down me made me feel something like I've never felt before. The problem was returning inside, shutting my balcony door behind me and sitting down to write this. Sitting down and feeling the wet mushy shit spreading beneath me feels awesome. The smell however. I can't cope with it. It makes me want to gag. In all honesty, I'm putting off going to the bathroom to clean myself up because I know the sight of my messing accident is going to possibly make me sick. I'm honestly at a crossroads. The feeling is great and that loss of control as I voided my bowels uncontrollably was even greater than losing control of my bladder but I just don't know if I can handle the sight of the mess and the long disgusting clean up that I inevitably must face. Has anyone else on this site experimented with a messing accident? If so, how did you find it? I'd really appreciate your feedback because right now I'm definitely in two minds about trying it again (I do feel that once I go through the clean-up it may turn me off from ever trying it again.) For those that are interested in pictures, I took a few pics of my accident (both from the front wetting side and the back messing side). I'll only share these if others would like to see. It's been an intriguing night of experimentation either way. kc_rules

I'm planning on writing a omorashi (pee holding / desperation) story. I'm kind of stuck on the whole what happens in between stuff. Like sure the girl is gonna be bursting and trying to hold it. But the what happens while she is trying to hold it, the build up, people she meets, making the desperation last long and drawn out,etc. I am stuck on. I have written omorashi stories before and posted them on this forum. But I'm kind of rusty right now, haven't written a story in a long time. Anyone with experience with omorashi (pee holding / desperation) story writing have any advice? I never have anything sexual happen in my stories as that doesn't interest me. (Although when I roleplay I do have sexual stuff happen. Otherwise the guy wouldn't roleplay with me.)

Hello, I'm sorry for bad English, I self learned English and use Google Translate often, so this is maybe wrong) I don't know if it's asked on the site before, but what ideas for omorashi which can be different to the norm? Always, it's the same things in writing and art ... Someone at the school cannot get to the toilet, people on a long journey, someone accidentally shut in a room or in the toilet is not in order. A similar situation every time. has anyone suggestions for new ideas for omorashi stories and art? I cannot think of any new thing to write), or maybe it's a way to make the scene more interesting? Thank you)

It's surprising to me that with the universal love most have for Star Wars, there isn't much Omorashi (or even good porn (except the parody)) for it, granted I've seen a couple stories, usually in the universe or maybe a character like Leia, though I did see ONE which was of Rey. My proposal is, we need more Star Wars omo!!!! More artwork if I be damned!!! More stories!!! Especially with Rey, because in my opinion she is so godamn hot, and the thought of her wetting herself madly turns me on like nothing else! OMO FOR REY! Or anything Star Wars really!