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  1. Dimwitrolo

    female Scarlett, drunk and in bed

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Scarlett reminds us all why we should drink in moderation.
  2. Vanderley5974X

    malefemale Wettings of march 2019

    Haiii ^-^ these are my eettijgs for this month! Sorry there arent many, i was quite busy with youtube and everything, sorry ;-; Ill hopefully do more wettings soon :3
  3. Dimwitrolo

    female Scarlett's locked out

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Looks like there's somebody already in there. Better get the mop...
  4. Dimwitrolo

    Scarlett's Morning Routine

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    The toilet seems so distant. And she was going to take these off either way.
  5. Omohitsuji here~ I'm back on making my 3rd videos, on this video i'm being accompanied by my fav plushie, Korilakkuma, i hope she won't judge me by wetting in front of her. I'm holding the pee in for about 5 hours full, and in every 30 minutes i try to drink 2 cup of large water, was going to hold until midnight but i just can't, it so hurt, almost can't make it when i was preparing for this vid even. enjoy and anyway i'm not using the term Trap anymore, i know it's up to me to call myself anything, but i rather not offend anyone, so i prefer to be called cute boy or girly boy yes i'm a boy, sorry if you already mistakenly think i'm a girl, anyway enjoy the vids and tell me what you think in the comment box! Open suggestion for next wetting! Pajamas Wetting.mp4
  6. View File Wetting My Onesie & Panties "I'm wearing my adorable pink onesie with white panties underneath. Come get up close and personal and I wet my onesie for you, leaving a big wet spot on the front. Then I unsnap the crotch to show you my pee soaked panties--they have a very interesting wet spot on them...Mmmm I guess I'll need to put my fingers inside to investigate.." I love her big ole booty Submitter melikai Submitted 02/16/2019 Category Peeing  
  7. melikai

    Wetting My Onesie & Panties

    Version 1.0.0

    685 downloads

    "I'm wearing my adorable pink onesie with white panties underneath. Come get up close and personal and I wet my onesie for you, leaving a big wet spot on the front. Then I unsnap the crotch to show you my pee soaked panties--they have a very interesting wet spot on them...Mmmm I guess I'll need to put my fingers inside to investigate.." I love her big ole booty

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  8. Version

    26,536 downloads

    This is my personal collection of Naughty Lucy videos. It contains most all of her recent wetting clips. There are currently 64 videos in this collection, you can see previews of each of these clips via the attached thumbnails. You can view Naughty Lucy's page and support her work here: http://www.xtube.com...naughty_lucy420

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  9. Dimwitrolo

    female Shantae Bedwetting

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    I really like Shantae. I'll probably draw more of her.
  10. This experience is going to be pretty short because there wasn’t a huge build up of desperation before hand seeing as I was sleeping. That being said I hope you all enjoy it anyway. As always every story I’ve posted thus far have been from my real life experience. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to add a fiction disclaimer. While this was a few years ago I was definitely still an adult at the time (probably 20 years old) ______________________________ I’d really like to chalk this up to having an odd or stressful day or even something out of the ordinary happening but I can’t. The day before had gone on like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary. I had gotten up, had an easy morning, went into work around noon and left at maybe 9pm that evening. When I got home 45 minuets later I didn’t do anything differently. I stripped out of my work clothes, put on some comfy pajamas (a T-shirt and panties), relaxed for a while, had some dinner & water, and got ready for bed around midnight. All of those things add up to an uneventful, boring work day. What’s not boring, however, are my dreams. My dreams typically consist of something like ‘a flying neon purple tiger is walking on top of buildings made out of violins and I have to save the Pope from evil talking vacuum cleaners who are trying to take over the world.’ Those are the kinds of dreams I have, but I always have them. When I went to bed that night I turned out all the lights (save for a hallway night light, I don’t like the dark), flicked on my ceiling fan, plugged my phone in, got under my covers, and started to drift off. I soon fell sound asleep and my dreaming began. I only remember parts of my dream but I know I was in a pretty fancy museum or antique shop of sorts and I was talking to someone, perhaps an employee, who I didn’t know at all and she absolutely would not shut up. I really didn’t want to be talking to this person because in my dream I was trying to get to the bathroom and I couldn’t duck out of the conversation politely. She was wearing this historical costume gown like Marie Antoinette style and shuffling along after me as I walked around. I was going from display to display and getting more and more annoyed because she kept following me. Finally, I ended up in front of a painting and she ran off to join a parade of other people dressed in historical gowns that all looked extremely beautiful. Briefly I began to feel left out and cursed myself for not dressing up for the museum gown parade. At this point I had held it so long trying to get away from this dream woman I was absolutely shaking with the need to pee. I looked around desperately and eureka! I spotted a single restroom across the hall and sighed in relief. At the thought of relieving myself my bladder pulsed and twitched and I almost lost control but held my crotch just in time. Getting control of my need wasn’t easy but I straightened up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Not a person in sight, perfect. This was my chance, I was finally alone and I can head to the bathroom. I power walked, almost jogged, down the main hall past beautiful statues, paintings, and fine jewelry on display. I quickly made it to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to knock first but it ended up being empty anyway. I turned to lock the door behind me with a smile on my face because I knew I had made it just fine. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and began to pee....ahh so much better.. Shit. My eyes snapped open at the feel of wetness around me and my body automatically stopped the stream. Wait, was that real or was that all in my dream? I sleepily and timidly lifted my blanket to clearly reveal I had absolutely wet the bed. My panties were soaked, my sheets were soaked beneath me, my blanket was damp, the hem of my shirt was a bit damp as well. My heart was pounding from being so abruptly startled out of a dream and I squinted over at my alarm clock, the red letters reading 3:30am, great. And I sill had to pee pretty badly because apparently I had emptied only half my bladder. I knew I couldn’t keep my stream stopped for too long so I jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom across the hall. The ceiling fan making me shiver from the wetness around me. I practically kicked open the door and yanked my wet panties down to the floor where they made a damp fabric sound on the ice cold tile. I didn’t even sit down all the way when my body gave out and continued my stream. I audibly sighed, it felt so good. All the built up pressure finally leaving me. It felt like my bladder was empting itself forever but of course it ended up stopping eventually. “Time to see the damage I did” I thought as I stood back up. I automatically pulled up my underwear without even thinking and by now they were FREEZING. I shivered again at the feeling. I glanced up in front of me at the full length bathroom mirror and pouted at what I saw. Me standing there with hard nipples poking through my shirt from the cold and totally soaked pink lacy cotton panties. I decided to leave them on while I washed my hands and checked on my sheets. I got back to my bedroom, flipped on the light switch and walked over to my bed. Fuck. The puddle was bigger than I thought it would be and it had spread out considerably. My blanket wasn’t too bad but definitely had gotten wet. I quickly stripped my sheets and walked downstairs. The wetness from my lower half was rubbing me the wrong way, but it felt exhilarating being out in the open totally wet with no way to hide myself. Laundry was started and I jogged back up to my upstairs bathroom with the intention of jumping in the shower but I decided to hold off. While this wetting was totally unplanned I still prefer punishments to come after accidents. So I sat in my bathtub with my freezing cold soaked lacy panties and shamefully did kegel exercises for the entire length of my laundry cycle. Thankfully I was alone in the house and I didn’t have to sneak my bed wetting sheets past anyone but I still felt utterly humiliated. I mean, I’m an adult not a little girl who has to wear pull-ups to bed. I should be able to control my bladder, not keep having accidents. Oh well, at least I get to share this experience with you guys. :-)
  11. Dimwitrolo

    Shantae Bedwetting (futa)

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Other misc work

    Shantae, but this time she's got a genie lantern. By which I mean penis. She has a penis. Idea from @Clom He's a top lad.
  12. Maki

    female Mikan bedwetting scene

    From the album: Hitsujiomo

    An amazing and super cute commission I made from raikori for my Mikan fanfiction series!
  13. Dimwitrolo

    Shantae in her Jammies

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    At least she didn't wet the bed.
  14. Vanderley5974X

    Wet my pajama pants last night

    Hai! I recently did a wettinf on my pjs pants, i did it last night, it was a huge wetting, so i hope you enjoy these pics~! ❤️ :3
  15. Hai! I just wanted to post 2 videos i had recorded! Its quick videos i recorded to post on my kik group, sorry they're so short :3 Hope chu like it anyway ^-^ 20190104_101606.mp4 20190104_101606.mp4 20190104_101606.mp4 20190104_101705.mp4
  16. Vanderley5974X

    My wettings of 2018

    Haiii ^-^ i just thought id upload my wettings of 2018, pletu of pics for chu all to enjoyyyyy :3 These were all different pics taken throughout 2018, but all on the same pjs ^-^ Also i added one last lil diaper pic just for fun, aint i a super cute little kitty potty pants? :3
  17. Version

    1,060 downloads

    A complete archive of FluffyOmorashi's Tumblr page prior to the December ban on adult material. Archived by @Maki, uploaded with permission by @FluffyOmorashi. Software used for archiving: https://github.com/johanneszab/TumblThree --- Be sure to follow Fluffy on OmoOrg and Twitter for her future updates! https://twitter.com/fluffyomorashi

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  18. View File FluffyOmorashi Tumblr Archive (December '18) A complete archive of FluffyOmorashi's Tumblr page prior to the December ban on adult material. Archived by @Maki, uploaded with permission by @FluffyOmorashi. Software used for archiving: https://github.com/johanneszab/TumblThree --- Be sure to follow Fluffy on OmoOrg and Twitter for her future updates! https://twitter.com/fluffyomorashi Submitter Maki Submitted 12/17/2018 Category Female videos Clothing Diaper Jeans Jean shorts Pajamas Shorts Skirt Other  
  19. Dimwitrolo

    female LyingDown.png

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    You're meant to use the toilet before you go to sleep. Not while you're asleep. Alternate versions available on request - topless, bottomless (With or without panties), or a combination of the two. Or a non-omo version. Alt versions will be sent via PM
  20. Dimwitrolo

    Middle of the night.

    I wake up. It was just a dream. Thank god. I push myself up against my mattress and look around. Nothing. Well, nothing I can see. It's pitch black. What time is it? I pick my phone up off the bed and press the home button - the light almost blinds me. I recoil backwards. It takes me a good few seconds to let my eyes adjust to the light - but when they do I find out it's 3AM. Three in the morning. Of course. Why would I not wake up at three in the damn morning? Well. Could be worse. Could be 2. I take bearing of myself. That dream's still got me thrown off - I don't really know what's real right now. I look down at myself. The usual - good. My usual pasty white frame, under my favourite green PJs. The shorts have ridden quite far up my rear, but they're still my usual shorts. That does explain why I could feel that in my dream. Bloody squid... I sigh and lay back onto my bed, with a subtle *poof* as I hit the mattress. My phone goes off again and I'm left in the dark once more, with only me, my PJs, and my surprisingly full bladder. I really need to pee. Damn. I hate that. Waking up with a full bladder. And I mean FULL right now. I really need to pee. Super bad. I don't want to get out of my bed! It's nice and comfy and warm and nice and....really uncomfortable right now. Stupid bladder. Why can't you not be full? Still, I suppose I should be glad it is full right now. I've woke up with it empty before... It wasn't my fault though - I was dreaming, and there was a toilet, and it was so inviting and realistic...Look, it wasn't my fault! I sat down, and when I woke up, I'd discovered that the toilet wasn't quite so real as I'd thought it was. What was real though was the cold damp feeling all up my body. My shorts and shirt, clinging to me, all the way up to my neck. That was a huge puddle. I'd been sleeping on my front too, I was practically kissing my wet... Ew. I don't want to go into detail... I didn't know I could even hold that much - well, I suppose I couldn't. Which is why I was in a puddle with a very empty bladder. Man did my room mates tease me about that. Well, they still do. Tara in particular. I tried getting my own back a week later, by putting her hands in warm water. Turns out that doesn't work. At all. Instead of wetting herself as she slept, she woke up and threw the water at me, then joked that I'd managed to wet myself again. Twice in a week. "Ha ha Sophie, if you keep wetting yourself like this, we'll need to get you diapers" Ha ha, real funny Tara. I'll get her one day. It was a year ago though, so they don't tease me quite so much. Usually. T-that's enough digressing for now - my bladder's begging me to empty it. I have to go sooo bad! It feels like a rock down there - christ, I can practically see it bulging out of me. Or have I gained weight? I press down on the bulge to be sure - it's definitely my bladder. Why did I press it! I nearly peed! Well, I guess I better get out of bed. I toss the quilt off of me and kick my legs over the side of the bed. The cold comes as a shock to me, and I almost being peeing where I sit. Almost, but not quite. I look around again. I've gotten a little used to the dark now, and I can make out some things. L-like the man, standing over me, watching me - Oh. Nevermind. That's just my coat hanging on the wardrobe. A-heh. Hmm. This bed is warm. Outside of bed is not. I really don't want to get out of bed. But I gotta pee so bad! Well...I've already got a reputation in this house. I guess it wouldn't hurt if I lied back down and just...No. I'm not doing that - gross! Man, imagine being so lazy you wet yourself rather than getting up. Just sitting and letting it all in your clothes, too lazy to get up. Hot pee running down you, leaving a puddle. I guess you'd have to clean that up, so that'd be more work. At least it'd be warm - Gross! What am I thinking this for. I'm not just gonna pee myself. It would be easier thou- NO. No peeing, not in bed. I throw myself forward and my bare feet hit the carpet. I nearly stumble forward, but I catch my balance. Even my carpet feels cold on my feet, compared to my lovely warm bed. I fold my arms as I shiver - the cold is really not helping my cause right now, I gotta go soooo bad. I step forward cautiously, step by step, as I inch my way to the door. One of my hands falls out of it's folded position so I can hold myself - I don't think I can hold it any other way right now. One hand clenched between my legs, I reach for the doorknob. And I miss. I swipe at the door a couple times until my free hand catches the knob, which it then twists to the left. W-wrong way. I twist again to the left and pull my door open, only to be greeted by the empty corridor. I jump. T-that shouldn't have scared me. T-that dream has really got me on edge right now, I don't know what's around the corner, or what's waiting for me, or....I have to pee so bad. I can't even think straight right now. I bend at the knees and bob on the spot for a few seconds, trying to make it less painful. Poking my head through the doorway, I look down the corridor to either side. I can't see fucking anything. My eyes don't get used to the dark either, so I'm pretty much blind. I can't walk down there - someone might be hiding! I know! I'll get my phone. That has a torch, right? That'll shine my - No it doesn't. I dropped it last week, and now the torch is dead. I can still use the screen light though, right? Yeah. I stumble back toward my bed, where my phone is lying somewhere. Even in the dark, my bed looks so inviting. The covers are still warm, I can make out the rough imprint of my head in the pillow. I just want to climb back in - but I can feel my bladder begging me not to. It's almost pulling at me like a dog, 'Don't do it!' it shouts. 'Empty me first!'. I guess I'm not getting into bed. Now I just gotta find my phone. Why does my phone have to be white. The same colour as my sheets - I can't see it for love nor money. I pat around on the edge of my bed, but to no avail. All I can feel is my bladder pulsating inside me as it reaches it's limit, begging for release. I lean forward further over my bed, pressing down on my poor bladder. It feels like a boulder inside me, It's so hard to hold it right now....Hnnnn....Crap! I think... I can feel...aww crap. Yeah, that's definitely something wet down there...I leap forward onto my bed - face first into my phone. At least now I know where that is. Why did I get back on my bed. Now I want to sleep again - damp spot or not. It's so comfy...It's so soft, and warm, and cosy and...getting gradually quite cold. I can't sleep right now - I'm really on the edge here. I'm really about to burst, I have to pee, I'm about to wet myself, I really need to...Well, to start, I really need to get out of bed. But it's so cosy! Ouch! My bladder reminds me why I'm getting out of bed with a sharp pang. I've already got a tiny damp spot - this isn't the time to be goofing off. I push myself back up with my phone in one hand, and once I'm stood up again, my other hand firmly between my thighs. I'm practically crushing my fingers between my legs I've got them so clamped shut. I step forward again, with the dim glow from my phone illuminating my path. In the light I can see my bare legs move forward slightly each time, barely daring to move away from each other incase the slightest gap between them would make me burst like a balloon - something which I think might happen. This is such a strange feeling right now - I'm still half asleep, but I feel wide awake too. I have to pee so badly right now - I don't have time to think. One leg after the other, ankles brushing past with each step, I slowly make my way to the door of my room again. Each step is agony as my heel hits the ground, sending a shudder all the way up to my oh-so-full bladder. Each time I think I'm gonna burst, but without so much as a drip, I edge forward. Step. After. Step. The hallway greets me again, this time with the dim light of my phone to show me down it. All the doors are closed. Tara's room, Jess's room, and of course, the bathroom. I swear to god, if someone's in there... Every single time I wake up needing to pee like this, Tara's in there - and it's always Tara. Without fail. Like she's doing it on purpose. I think she might just like to see me hopping up and down when she opens the door, practically peeing on the spot as she calmly and happily waltzes out the shower. One day she's gonna make me have an accident - I just know it. Then the teasing goes up again. "Ha ha ha looks like you really do need diapers" What I really need is to pee. But in relation to the story, a second bathroom. Or a bucket. You know what, if I do wet myself because of her, I'm gonna get some on her. Like on her feet - I'm not gonna throw it at her, but I'll try to make a puddle so big she gets her feet wet. That'll show her. Wet foot Tara. T-that wouldn't work. But it's gonna happen one day, she'll take too long in the shower, and I'll end up going in my shorts, leaning on the door, shouting as I relieve myself against my will. Hell, that last part might be happening soon if I don't get going. I step toward the bathroom, carefully treading on the solid wood floor ahead. The cold hits me like a truck, and I almost lose control again. It's so cold! Why is it so cold! I should have put socks on or something - but I'm not going back now - I can barely even think about putting pressure on my bladder - leaning forward to put socks on - why, I'd pee on the spot. I wouldn't have my sock up to my ankle by the time I'd be sat in my own little lake. Guess I'm gonna have to put up with cold feet. Sorry, toes. From this point on, each step feels like a minor victory. Tearing my feet from the floor and lurching them forward is far more effort than I'd care to admit, and I'm practically moaning with each step. Each cold step on the floor sends more shudders into my bladder, which threatens to burst each and every time. This is agony. But I've come so far - no giving up now. I step forward again and - Eep! D-did you hear that? S-something downstairs? I try to ignore my bladder and I hop over to the banister of the stairs. I look straight down, one hand holding my phone over so I can see downwards. Nothing. But I hear it again. "W-who's down there?" I whimper, trying and failing to sound at all confident. Something quickly scampers downstairs, going silent for a moment. It's burglars. Or a fox. Or a monster - something's in this house - I have to find out.... My bladder begs me not to - but this is more important right now. I can feel it trying to squeeze itself, but I hold back and shuffle my way to the end of the stairs. I stare down them into the hallway. Nothing. Pitch black nothing. I slowly hobble my way downstairs, my bladder screaming at me for every inch I get further from our bathroom. By the time my feet thump onto the floor at the bottom I'm ready to - Hnng! Crap...ready for that I suppose. I shiver as something warm slides down my leg - I can only imagine what it is. N-not much mind you, but that's definitely a drip running down my left thigh...down to my ankle...and it splashes on the floor. One drip. I-I'm okay. Is there a wet patch? I dread to look, but it feels like there might be. I run my left foot over the single wet drop on the floor to hide it, smearing it over the wood. I can't wet myself now - not in the hallway - Not when there might be something in here.... I step forward again, lifting my foot away from the damp spot on the ground. Now that foot is even colder in one very specific part. This is hell...I'm cold, I'm scared, and I'm on the edge of peeing myself in the hallway like a little girl. I swallow, and step forward again, waving my phone's dim light in front of me, as if it might help. Another step, my foot gently slapping the wooden floor as it lands. I pad forward with my other foot, as if testing the waters. Of course the water is wood - and the only actual liquid I can feel is the massive ball of it inside me - and the tiny damp streak down my leg. A single cool breeze blows through the house, stinging on my wetter skin and nearly causing another lapse in strength - but I don't lose a drop. I don't think I do anyway, it's hard to tell. I'm not getting colder down south though, so I guess I did fine. I step forward again. This silence is deafening. My quivering breaths seem to sound all around the house - I can hear my shirt move as I quiver here - a mixture of fear and an absolute need to relieve myself. I know which is stronger right now, and it's begging me to go back upstairs to that toilet...Just the thought of the toilet is gonna have me burst on the spot. I can't wet myself though...I can't. I'm 25, not 2. I can make it. I step forward once more, now in arms reach of the kitchen door way. I can make out the table in the middle - the chairs around it...I can just about tell the difference between the oven and the cupboards, and the- Shit! S-Something moved! I-I-I I'm not kidding! I saw something! I'm fully alert now, and stood back on my toes, clutching my phone to my chest with one hand. My other hand is - well, you know where it is. It's practically merging into my belly at this point. I stand dead still for a moment. An agonising, long, moment. My bladder is practically bursting out of me, but I'm paralysed by fear - Don't laugh! You would be too! It's 3 in the morning, I'm in my PJs, and there's something in my house! A-and I'm wetting myself! D-damn, that last part was meant to be figurative - but right now I think I'm gonna....Gonna... Hnng! B-balls. I did it again - another drip has just splattered onto the floor beneath me. At least that surge of energy has me moving again - I've gone from back straight and on my toes, to bent over double, staring at the floor, with my feet pointed inwards. As soon as I can manage, I glance upward. Kitchen comes into view. Silent. Still. Silent. Still. Sil-WHAT WAS THAT. "Yeep!" I yeep as I throw myself back at the wall as something black and tiny and horrible strikes onto the table - something awful and... Oh for fuck's sake. He's not horrible - he's Tiddles, the house cat. From next door. The black cat from next door. What's he doing in our - W-why do I feel so warm now? Crap! I peed! Q-quite a bit too! I must have been too shocked to notice, but I let out a big spurt just then - there's drips on the floor beneath me and everything! My hand's soaked over, there's a big wet patch on my shorts...and I feel very silly. I step over to the table and grab the cat by the neck, running my hand down his back to stroke him. "You absolute bastard, you..." I whisper, as I run my hands over his body. He purrs, steps toward me and tries to push his head into mine. One of my hands falls back to it's position between my legs, while the other scritches tiddles behind the ears. "You made me do this." I whisper to him, pointing at my wet crotch. I wouldn't usually bring so much attention to that to most boys, but tiddles is different. On account of him being a small black cat. Tiddles hops off the table and wanders around back into the living room. I watch as he slunks out of view. And then I remember why I'm down here. Another sharp pang in my bladder has me bent over double once more, ass against the wall. I moan quite loudly, followed by me blushing quite redly. I can't believe I just moaned like that...What would my house mates think if they could hear me. "Gee Sophie, why did you go downstairs last night, were you getting yourself off in the kitchen or something?" At least that would be more adult that just pissing myself. In my PJs no less. These were the PJs I'd wet before - that time I had the dream about the toilet and wet the bed - that time that wasn't my fault. I can't wet them twice. Well, I can't wet them anymore...I hope. I also should shut that window - I guess that's how tiddles got in, that would- "EEP!" I stand on my tiptoes again, clutching my chest once more, and splashing a little yet again. I hear a quiet catty yelp before I see a slightly damp tiddles make a beeline for the window - diving out of it like something out of an action movie. "You...furry bastard! Look what you made me do!" I whisper-shout, slamming my hand back into my now-warm-again crotch. All this pee down here, I'm surprised I still even have to go. There's a puddle the size of a small ash-tray beneath me right now. And a smaller one forming - I can feel that one. I've stopped peeing, but my shorts have enough soaked in that they're dribbling down my leg. I can feel a tiny puddle forming beneath the toes of my right foot - at least it's warmer than the tiled floor. G-gross. Well. I guess now I know what the noise was. I better shut that window. Once more, I labour onward, though not quite so awkwardly as before. There's some relief to my bladder, now that I've gone and lost some of it's contents already. Probably about two-shot glasses worth, but right now all I want is a pint. To get out of me. And the rest of it, too. It's all I can think of right now. Oh god I have to pee so much. Stepping forward is easier now, but I know it's gonna get much harder. I know what my bladder's like - I've been caught a couple times like this - the first leak big enough to feel relief is the most dangerous point. Because my bladder wants more - and it wants it now. I've had times back at my parents house where I've ended up like this. First leak is always the moment where I know that I've got less than a minute - my bladder replaces that leak and then some. I can already feel it compensating for lost liquid... I lurch forward, using my free arm to push myself along the kitchen counter to the open window. My feet slap on the tiled floor as I move, thundering through the silence of the house. When I reach the counter below the window, I stretch myself forward and grab the window handle - but I don't really notice myself pull the window shut - instead I notice a hot burst in my shorts, followed by my second hand slamming into a hot, fresh stream. Then the sounds of the window falling shut, and the splashing of liquid on feet. D-dammit. I leaked again. I'm so far gone at this point, leaks aren't even annoying me. I just kind of expect them at this point. I'm not gonna make it back to the bathroom, am I? At this point, I'm better off cutting my losses and peeing into a bowl or something. There's got to be one in the sink, right? The sink is at the farthest point of the kitchen, with a table dividing the room in two. If you stand at the sink, you have to walk all the way around the table to get back out. That doesn't sound like much, but right now, it looks like a marathon. But I'm bursting. I have to make some quick choices. If I reach the sink, there might be a dirty bowl, or a cup, or...something. I can pee in that. If there's nothing....then I'm fucked. I'm too short to hike myself onto the sink, and even if I wasn't, I'd wake everyone up as I crash into it. There's a sight for the room-mates, me pissing into a sink while moaning like I've just had the single best orgasm of my life - piss splashing and hissing as it sprays onto the metal surface of the sink. My legs hanging over the edge. And then me needing someone to help me back out. Not happening. On the other hand, I might make it to the bathroom if I leave now. But then I might not. I'm gonna risk it. Without looking up, I shove one hand between my damp thighs, and cling to the side with the other. Staring at the floor and bent over double, I drag myself toward the sink. As the cold metal of the draining rack catches my hand, I look up into the sink. An empty basin greets me. Fuck. The dishwasher's next to me at least, if there's something dirty in there, I can pee in that, and put it back... I yank it open, only to be greeted by the rare sight of it being full of clean crockery. The ONE TIME Tara decides it's her turn to do the dishes...why couldn't she have left it off! Like she usually does! I swear, she does this on purpose, it's like sh- FFffffffffff-FUCK! It happened again - I spurted. I fucking spurted again. A splash on the floor behind me, and a hot burst around my backside - it's undeniable. That was a spurt. I'm inches away from having a complete accident in my PJs. That spurt's taken a lot out of me - I stand on the spot, breathing heavily as I try to catch my breath. Each breath into my body presses down onto my poor, poor bladder. I know I feel a couple more drips make their way into my shorts as I breath in - at least two....make that three. This is it. I've lost. I'm wetting myself. I'm...I'm 25, and I'm wetting myself in the kitchen like a dumb....kid. Ffuck... No. No. Not happening. Not now, not happening. I wipe a single frustrated tear from my face with the wrong hand - now my face is wetter. No time for that though - I can wash it later - right now, I've gotta go. I NEED to move. My legs don't wait for me to tell them - they just move, as best they can. By which I mean they shuffle forward, clinging together like magnets. Quite wet magnets. My feet slap on the floor with every step, though now the slaps sound slightly wet. Which is disheartening to say the least. I try to get a glance behind me, and I catch a couple of wet foot prints on the floor, amongst a significant number of drops. My body-twist forces out another few drips - mostly splashing the ground, though one scores a direct hit on my ankle. I hear myself whimper again. "Come on. Not now." Good. Now I'm talking to myself too. This is going well. I stumble forward further, making it to the hallway before I'm caught by another desperate wave. My body tenses, and so does my bladder. But so do my fingers - the real heroes of the day. A single drip manages to make it out through my valiant defense, and it dribbles down my left thigh silently. Uwaaaa! It ran over my kneepit... Come on. Not long. I lurch my way forward to the steps again, with more effort than ever before. The cold seat of my shorts is now motivating me - I want to make at least half the steps before it goes warm again. God, look at me - I'm not even bargaining to make it any more, just to make it partially. 'If I can just reach the bathroom before I wet myself'. No. I'm making it to the toilet. I WILL Make it. I have to make it. The steps loom over me like a mountain. I've never been mountaineering, but I'm sure I'm getting the experience right now. The steps ahead might as well be snow-capped for all it's worth right now. That wouldn't be so cold as this damn floor though. Up I go. The first step is agony, and it doesn't end well. I've barely planted my foot down before I hear familiar dripping of liquid on wood, and feel a familiar heat of fabric. I don't try to stop myself though - that's a losing game - I charge up the stairs. I stop trying to hold back, and instead I throw my feet upward, two stairs at a time, doing my best to ignore the sudden burst of heat running into my shorts. Doing my best to ignore the obvious trail of damp carpet beneath me - it's not massive, but it's obvious. Like I've spilled tea up the stairs, but instead of tea, it's....Well, we both know exactly what hot liquid it is - not something I want to drink for sure. I don't stop myself running until I hit the wall of the landing upstairs, by which point my shorts are very wet, very warm, and very much dripping. I force my bladder shut. Ahem. I force my bladder sh- Why isn't it stopping. I try and I try, but I can't halt the stream - I'm leaning against the wall, both hands pulling myself up so hard I might lift off the floor, but there's a trickle that WON'T STOP. I'm past the point of stopping now. I have to be. I can't make it any more. I'm wetting myself. I push my hand to the left and throw the bathroom door open. It swings open, and the toilet greets me from across the room. Such a sight for sore eyes right now - finally I can... S-stop! S-STOP! I can't! My bladder's lost it - I can't hold back. I've got one hand pressing into me as best it can, but pee is being split into my palm like it's nothing. It's running through my fingers, it's running down my shorts - it's splashing against the floor, over my feet, onto the carpet! And I can't stop it! I'm completely peeing now! There's no stopping it - my bladder is out of control and emptying itself into my hand. Into my shorts, into my hallway. Hot liquid streams down both my legs, wrapping around my thighs and my calves, wrapping around my ankles and streaming between my toes. The carpet beneath me is getting sodden and hot as I stand here, urinating into it. But I can't stop it! No matter how hard I try! Time for plan Z - make it to the toilet. At least I can keep the floor dry if I - I can't move. FUCK!. I'm putting too much effort into stopping the flow - ceaseless though it is. I stare at the toilet from my rapidly growing hot wet podium, and it almost stares back, as if to tease me. Fuck it. No more holding. My hand falls from the stream beneath it, and I stop trying to hold. My hand flicks warm pee forward as it moves, and as I give up on holding my stream bursts into a spray, complete with a thunderous hiss. The shock of it almost stops me, and it certainly leaves me moaning like I'm doing something that usually involves another person. Either way, I'm sure I've woke up at least one house mate. As the shock fades, I realise what I'm doing - and what I'm doing is peeing at full force. Into my Pjs. I can do this. I take a deep breath - still peeing as I do - and consider my plan. I'm gonna dive forwad into the bathroom. I'm gonna throw myself into the shower, and I'm going to wet myself. I am going to quite deliberately wet myself into the shower. I'm already wetting myself - I'm way too into this right now to stop. I can't - I've tried. I might as well wet myself somewhere that won't ruin the carpet. I don't want to get pee all over the toilet seat, and the sink is out of the question. It's now or never. I take one more deep breath, I continue to wet myself, and I charge forward. My feet slap on the tiled floor, throwing dribbles of pee from my soaked shorts around me as I do. I try to ignore it. Another step forward, and another, and one more, and then I throw my body at the shower. It slams against the walls, spraying droplets of pee from my shorts onto the tiled wall - but I've finally made it somewhere safe. I've made it. I'm wetting myself. But I've made it. I bend over again, ass against the wall, peeing loudly into my PJs, holding onto my knees for support. My PJs glisten in the dim light, and pee pours from the leg-holes. Pee crashes down the wall behind me, pee streaks down my legs, pee pours onto the base of the shower, pee...Pee. I take in one more deep breath and sigh. I've never felt so glad to be wetting myself. The relief finally hits me and I moan again, leaning back against the wall and closing my legs together, letting the pee run between them - it's so warm... This feels so strange... I've gone from trying so hard to stop, to letting it happen... Pee's gone from feeling gross and bad, to so nice and warm...I love the feeling as it pours into my shorts - I love the heat of my damp shorts clinging to me. I love the warmth as more pee runs over my legs and pools around my bare feet. I love the warm puddle I'm standing in. I even love the look - yellow streaks down my pale legs, a yellow puddle around my feet and draining into the shower drain. I let my head fall back against the wall and sigh again, though it turns into something of a giggle. My. God. This. Feels. So. Good! Hahh..Hahhh...I can't believe this. I'm wetting myself. I really am. Did I mention that? Because I'm really, actually wetting myself. I'm peeing my pants, I'm soiling my shorts, I'm having an accident, I'm...loving every moment. I never knew relief could feel this good.... Haaaahhhh..... After what must have been a solid minute, it stops. The hiss stops first, shortly followed by the tickling stream on my thighs, followed by the constant heating feeling around my ass. The fabric begins to cool. The dripping stops, and the streaks down my legs slow down until they're just the wet streaks left behind, glistening. The puddle at my feet shrinks, and shrinks....and it's gone. It's just me, alone, in the shower, in my wet shorts. I giggle. I know, it's silly, but right now I feel amazing. I pee'd so much, I had to go so bad - and now, I don'! Isn't that amazing!? It sure feels it...wowww.... I sigh, and I let myself slide down onto my backside. I kick a couple of shampoo bottles out the way as I slide to the floor. The seat of my shorts is soaked and cold. The front of my shorts are the same. The floor of the shower is slightly yellowed as remnants of my accident still sit there, waiting to be rinsed away. I look down at myself and giggle again. I look up. I take a deep breath. I've gotta clean all that mess up. All the puddles downstairs, the wet carpet at the top of the stairs...the wet floor in here. And then my wet PJs too. At least this time I didn't wet the bed. I push my hands down on the floor and- "Soph?" I freeze. The light comes on. "What are...." Tara begins, before she cuts herself off with laughter. "W-wow!" "D-did....did you see that?" "All of it." She answers with a smirk. "From the second you hit the top of the stairs." "F......fuck." "Yeah, 'fuck'." She smiles at me, carefully stepping toward me to avoid the tiny puddles across the floor. She squats down in front of me, forgetting that she's wearing a night-dress. I can see straight into her striped underwear. I can't help but glance - not in a lewd way - I just can't help it. She notices and smirks at me though. "See something you like?" She asks. I ignore her. "You...you won't tell anyone, w-will you?" I mutter. "Hmm...Should I tell everyone I caught you masturbating in the shower? Covered in pee?" "W-what, I wasn't doing that!" "Oh, you liar!" She says. "I heard you moaning - you loved every second!" She says, leaning in toward me. I can feel her breath on my chin now - she's inches away. I can't pull my head back - it's already pressed to the wall. "I...I wasn't...I swear...." "Sure. Sure you weren't." She says, smiling at me, and putting a hand on my thigh, just below my shorts. "P-please don't say anything..." I ask, politely. "Hmm..." She says, thinking. "What do I get in return?" TO BE CONTINUED
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