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  1. A battle for omo! Hello, we will begin with context. This is a world with few that have the abilty urinate. And those who can is a prime target for research, They will take by force is necassary. The ones who can pee, is hard life. With rarely any sort of toilet in sight they find this embarrasing as usually, they have to find a public place to relive them infront of many passer byers. Making it all the more embarrasing. While this is common for them, none have expeirended true desperation and (somehow) no accidents. This is because all who can pee. Have bladders that are normal , Literal iron bladder or small but powerful holding one. Also, omorashi....DIDNT EXIST. its only from the mishaps from our hero . That they will do something no person could of want to do Their are gangs, with people who can pee and decide and rule over areas. But i will tell when necassry. NOW YOUR HERO DESIGNER 2000 max stats are capped at 20 bladder normal: 10 holding and 10 size bladder of iron: 5 holding and 15 size mini but mighty: 15 holding and 5 size positive traits: (pick 2) Prepared: You start with +2 toilet paper and + pair of white panties. +intelligence ++caution Courage: You dont care where you pee just as long as it goes and has some form of privacy. ++confidence +speed -caution +defence Sporty: You are usually faster and stronger than the rest. ++speed +strength +defence ++overconfidence Nerd: You seem to be smarter than most. +++ inteligence +privacy needed Shy: You don't like having to pee, so you hold it slightly longer than some.+size +holding ++introvert Negative traits:(pick 2) Forgetful: You seem to lose forget things more easily even when to wipe. --intelligence -confidence Distracted:you seem in world of your own.-focus +leak chance -intelligence Brute: you may seem way stronger, but you are not a smart person. +++stength ---intellgence +defence Asap: you try to empty your bladder even when it is 95% empty. You havent trained to hold much. ++pee speed -holding and size Bullied. Everyone seems to hurt you more. +random encounters --defence +easlly embarrased And fianally Starting undergarments Plain white: just the average Tight panties: you love these panties although you outgrew them! +++bladder filling speed +++confidence Girly: pink panties with a cute pattern. You like them but you dont like others seeing as you find them embarrising to looked at by anyone who is not you. +confidence +++ embarrasment when seen +holding boyshorts: A let down for peekers although they are boring and uncomfortable. --embaressment when seen -confidence -speed Thong: pretty nice to wear while being loose fitting and comfortable, despite how little pee it can hide. +confidence +speed ---pee hidden +size General looks, clothing and age are up to you. I will stat the clothing after you haved picked. You are the only hope to show the world omo Pick well... all stats start on 10, the amount of + or - will decide how much is added or reduced to that stat. Some stats will be subclassed eg focus confidence and embarraesment
  2. Version 0.8.1

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    Note: This game is in alpha, meaning that the file will be updated frequently with new content, changes, and bugfixes. You may wish to follow the file so that you can be notified when it updates! (See also: this thread) There are tons of ABDL games out there which put the player into the role of a high schooler/child. Others see you start the game as an adult and regress into a child, while interacting with other "children" who have suffered the same fate. But what about those of us who are into desperation and diapers, but would prefer to remain an adult? What about those of us who want to engage in sexual content without involving minors, fictional or otherwise? Enter PANTS' Labyrinth. (With sincere apologies to Guillermo del Toro) This is a text-based adventure game which begins with your eventful entry to Penny's Adult Nursery / Training School. Accompanied by Penny, the labyrinth's eponymous caretaker, you, the player, will journey through a labyrinth filled with dungeons, dragons, ...and diapers. Will you be able to escape, or will you stay here forever? Note: Initially, this was intended to be a version of Sunny Paws Day Care without age regression, built from scratch. However, I later decided that doing so would restrict me from adding everything I wanted to add to the game. As a result, the first two areas are very similar to the first two areas of Sunny Paws Day Care (the latest version of which contains dialogue and general polish I added). I reached out to the original authors, and both gave permission to use any/all assets. If you're a fan of SPDC, you'll like both the familiar aspects and the original ones. "How do I play?" This game requires Quest 5 to play. You can download it here. Planned Features Seven different areas to explore, each littered with useful items and interesting interactives (2 completed so far) Eight different NPCs to befriend, each with their own design, dialogue, and one or more wetting/mess and/or sex scenes (which you have the option to opt out of based on kink preferences) (2 completed so far) Character art for every NPC- commissioned from artists across the NSFW community (2 completed so far) Inclusive gameplay - During character creation, you will enter your character's name, select their gender (Male/Female/Nonbinary), and select your genitals (to accommodate all players out there) (Completed) Realistic stats - Manage bodily needs, diaper attraction, continence, and even arousal while traversing the labyrinth. Wetting/messing erodes your continence, and your environment will If you run out of food, Penny can magic some up for you- but you may not like what it does... (Completed) Random encounters with over 20 different enemies, each with its own unique (3+) moveset, loss scene, and submit scene (7 completed so far, and encounter script is completed) Over 30 different pieces of equipment, including clothing, weapons, and 6 types of underclothes (10 completed so far, as well as all 6 types of underclothes) Over 100 different wetting/messing scenes, which consist of both text and (short) wetting/messing gifs, with different gifs (and scenes) for underwear, pull ups and diapers. Read the Changelog to see what's in the most recent version. Changelog This game is in alpha, meaning it will very likely have bugs which impact your enjoyment of the game. If you'd like to help me fix those bugs, please report them in this thread, preferably with screenshots attached. Thanks a ton! I hope you enjoy the game! (Upvote pls?) Last note: This game will always, always, always be available free of charge to everyone. However, all commissioned art is paid for out of my own pocket. So if you enjoy the game, or just want to throw a buck or two to the artist community (because let's be honest, quality art sure ain't cheap!), my Ko-Fi tip jar can be found here.
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  3. Been a hot minute since I posted on here, life got busy, but I have a helluva story for you. So I'm polyamorus, and our whole polycule has a thing for piss, and we've been wanting to try something with all of us for a while. A couple days ago we decided to go for a good old fashioned holding contest. Rules were simple, everyone had to wear at least their underwear, constantly drink water, and hold it for as long as they could. I suggested the addition that the first person who pissed themselves had to drink everyone else's piss, and they all very enthusiastically agreed. Participants were me (they/them), my boyfriend who I'll call K (he/him), his fiance S (she/they), their mutual boyfriend D (he/they), and D and S's mutual girlfriend A (she/her). We all met up at K and S's place and decided to get started right away. K, S, and I were all in our underwear, D was wearing tight blue jeans, and A had on gray leggings. We were all watching TV for a distraction as we all started chugging water bottles. I had peed right before I got there, so I was starting with an empty bladder. A was already fidgeting in her seat halfway through her first bottle. D and S made some cute little remarks about her having a weak bladder, but she was determined to last this time. After the first bottle I was starting to feel the need to pee just a little, S was fidgeting a little, D and K were grabbing their crotches, and A was bouncing hard in her seat. A bottle and a half in, A had started pacing around the room while moaning, which was honestly pretty hot. I had a really sudden jump in desperation, going from about a 3/10 to a 6, and soon joined A in pacing. K, D, and S were still sat but all holding their crotches and saying they were feeling like they needed to pee pretty bad. Two bottles in, A was holding for dear life, S and D had started pacing too, and K had managed to stay sat, but only because he felt like he would burst if he stood. Him and D were visibly hard as well. I was desperately holding myself, feeling like I would burst at any second. A suddenly yelled out that she was leaking, and held up her hands for just a second to show the dark wet spot on her crotch before holding herself again. Seeing that I felt a leak of my own seep into my panties. It seemed like it was between me and A who would be drinking piss that night. Impressively, we managed to hold it for another solid 5 minutes, everyone else watching the two of us in horny anticipation. I could feel my bulging bladder contracting, trying to force me to pee. I was about to lose it, when A dropped to her knees and announced she couldn't hold it any more. She gave a loud sigh, splashing and hissing filled the room as piss flowed out of her and quickly puddled under her on the floor. Dark patterns spread across her leggings as she peed herself. Seeing that made a big leak force it's way out of me and start to run down my leg. I blurted out that I couldn't hold it anymore and she needed to drink it now. She nodded, I stood over her, and I just barely pulled my panties out of the way before shoving her face into my pussy and releasing. The relief was absolutely amazing, and feeling her tounge and mouth on me was so good that I almost climaxed. I was tempted to stay there and let her eat me out until I did, but there were three more bladders that needed emptying, so I stepped aside. Besides, with our history, there was no way this wouldn't turn into an orgy. S was right behind me with her panties already down. A barely had time to catch her breath before they shoved her face into her pussy and started pissing. A was touching herself through her wet leggings, and I couldn't help but do the same. It was so fucking hot to watch! I thought my boyfriend was a piss drinking champion, but she didn't spill a single drop. S stood next to me after she finished as D stepped up. He was dancing around as he waited for her to catch her breath, before putting their cock in her mouth. D sighed as he started peeing in her mouth, and she gratefully swallowed. S and I just enjoyed the show as he sighed and moaned in relief. Once he was done he kneeled beside her, slipped his hand into her leggings and she started moaning as well. K stood up, holding his cock as he walked over to her. He has a really difficult time pissing when he's hard, but always releases immediately after he cums. So she took his cock in her mouth, and started bobbing her head and sucking. D slid her leggings off, positioned her on his lap and started fucking her while she sucked K off. Eventually he came in her mouth, then immediately started pissing, and she swallowed it all. The rest of the night was very long and eventful, and a a whole lot of fun. We all got to go at least one round with each other's partners, and by the end of the night I had gotten a creampie from both K and D, eaten A out until she pissed on my face, and came so hard I peed three more times. It was an absolutely amazing night.
  4. View File Two girls holding it live Two girls hold it, it seems that in front of a webcam. One who seems more desperate to pee removes a dress and sits in an underwear, the other sits in panties and a blouse. The first one stands up and pees through her black panties, the second one removes her panties and pees standing (a little nudity). Coudln't find it here. Submitter wether Submitted 06/28/2022 Category Female  
  5. Went out of town for a day and I went to a ghost/paranormal/historical tour, it was a mixture of outside/inside. I had some drinks prior to arriving and during the tour. At one point I needed to go pretty bad but figured I'd hold it and be fine but of course it got worse as time went on. A few times a few spurts escaped so I quickly fought it, I walked around taking pictures as I listened to the tour guide as I tried not to make it obvious I had to pee so bad. We were outside when another spurt escaped so I wiped my inner thigh with my hand for some reason when I felt how wet I was. I instantly panicked like "oh s***" when a huge spurt once again escaped for about 5 seconds,I tried to stop it,few more escaped but finally managed to get it under control. My pants were becoming soaked. Thankfully this was at night time. I kept letting go as the tour went on and at one point,I acted like I was tying my shoe so I just crouched down and released some more thru my pants. I couldn't believe how much I was pissing myself. Near the end of the tour I had to go so bad I just couldn't hold it anymore,it started to flow down my legs,my pants were soaked already as well as my shoes. After it was over i just completely flooded my pants. The drive home was interesting, I had to stop for gas and just decided to own it and not act embarrassed. I released a bit as I was pumping gas and the drive home I just pissed myself in my seat whenever I had to go.
  6. It's been a while, but here's a new story. Probably less narrative-based, more just vignettes, about a young woman who wears diapers 24/7 because she prefers "going to the bathroom" in her pants. Chapter 1: An Average Summer Afternoon Rob and Olivia waved goodbye as the final guest left the Smith house, where Olivia lived with her parents. As they watched Cassidy drive down of the cul-de-sac, Olivia grabbed Rob's arm and pulled him back towards the backyard. "Thank goodness, I can't hold it any longer." Olivia nearly jogged behind the house and into the landscaping. She relaxed with a sigh as she began to poop into her black compression shorts. Rob was no stranger to Olivia's "accidents". She'd told him that from a young age she'd resisted being potty trained and to this day had weak bladder and bowel control - when she cared enough to hold it, anyway. Most of the time she wore diapers, thin ones to class that usually leaked by the time she got back from campus, and thicker tape-ons at home. But in the interest of keeping this from all but her most trusted friends she had forgone protection today in favor of some black compression shorts. She knew by experience they wouldn't show the "accident" she was almost guaranteed to have. This proved true, no one realized that the reason Olivia had sat down in the grass an hour or two ago was to pee in her pants. Except for Rob, that is, who at this point knew all of her tells. He knew to listen for the faint hiss of pee hitting her panties as she gossiped with another girl and struggled to resist his erection. Presently, Rob watched Olivia push an orange sized lump into her pants. It was a hot day and she was wearing a light, pink crop-top over a bandeau that Rob couldn't wait to rip off of her b-cup breasts, now that everyone was gone. They'd been hanging out in the backyard all afternoon, and this being Olivia's home she wasn't wearing shoes or socks. This was a good thing, as they would have been ruined by the pee that was now running down Olivia's muscular swimmers' legs and turning the dirt to mud beneath her toes. Another push, expanding the bulge in her elastic shorts, and she was done. Rob was unable to conceal his erection now. "I feel so much better now," Olivia sighed, before lowering her voice and cupping Rob's crotch. "Now that everyone's gone, want to go make out?" They entered through the back door into the kitchen, where Olivia's mom seemed to be getting ready to leave the house. If Rob and Olivia's friends were oblivious to Olivia's accidents, her mom was not. "Oh honey, did you have an accident?" "Sorry Mom, I was trying to hold it until everyone left but I couldn't make it inside." This was a total lie, but one she had told enough that Olivia's parents accepted it. The truth was that, while Olivia was very accident prone, she often just didn't feel like making it to the bathroom. She liked the feeling of going in her pants, and she was lucky enough to be dating Rob, who was turned on by it. "Well then," said Olivia's mom, "Rob dear, could you make sure she gets cleaned up before you go? I'm heading to the store." "Sure thing Mrs. Smith!" Rob replied, trying to mask his excitement. Mrs. Smith was soon out the door, and with the house empty, Rob and Olivia were all over each other. They laid on Olivia's mattress-protected bed, one of Olivia's hands down Rob's shorts, one of Rob's cupping the wet mass under her butt. Olivia peeled off her compression shorts to reveal a pair of pink incontinence panties now far past their limit and soaking wet, tight enough around her thighs to contain her mess. She pulled Rob's shorts down and began grinding her soaked crotch on his rock hard dick. The absorbent material of the incontinence panties gushed still-warm piss with each movement. Soon Olivia reached orgasm and collapsed on top of him, trembling, and with her orgasm Rob felt a new wave of hot pee stream over him as Olivia's bladder voided involuntarily. This was characteristic of Olivia's orgasms and Rob's favorite part of making her cum. Accordingly, he soon came all over them both. The two showered together, and luckily none of Rob's clothes were harmed during their lovemaking. Olivia needed a new outfit though, which started with a thick, double-taped adult diaper that Rob helped get her in to. It was getting late and Rob did have to go home, so Olivia skipped a bra and threw on a baggy sweatshirt that he loaned her, as well as a pair of athletic shorts that did nothing to hide her diaper. Finally, she kissed him goodbye and he went home, Olivia's new diaper already slightly damp.
  7. Hello everyone! I'm currently studying Japanese, and I would say I know it well enough to be able to translate most text that would come out of omo content. So, if you have anything you'd like to see translated, bring it here! I didn't know what to put for tags so I just threw in some things I personally like (let me know if this is incorrect usage). A few guidelines: I may sporadically be busy, so excuse me if I go inactive at random (I'll try my best though) Nothing too large. Single images and collections of a few images are preferable, and I likely won't have time to translate, like, 30 pages. Male omo, messing, and diapers do not appeal to me, but I will still translate them. Don't expect my translations to be perfect! I'm still learning after all (there might be parts I can't figure out so watch out for that). And I might as well offer some evidence that I can actually do this, so here's an sample: Source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/93491011 (がまんがまん by わたからし) Transcription: おしっこが限界の状態でM字開脚20分(手で前を押えるの禁止) ふる ぷる Translation: While at the pee holding limit, keeping legs open in an M shape for 20 minutes (Prohibited from using hands in the front) *tremble* *tremble*
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    An Asian girl/young woman who needs to pee is practising some excercises - on some kind of a stepper and on the indoor bike. During the latest, she can't hold it and pees her panties. It seems the bike seat has some extra installation which helps to distract the girl from holding by massaging her crotch while she's sitting.
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  9. View File Japanese bike pee 2 An Asian girl/young woman who needs to pee is practising some excercises - on some kind of a stepper and on the indoor bike. During the latest, she can't hold it and pees her panties. It seems the bike seat has some extra installation which helps to distract the girl from holding by massaging her crotch while she's sitting. Submitter wether Submitted 07/04/2022 Category Female  
  10. ————————————————————— it’s been a while since I posted a fictional story. Actually, I started many during this hiatus, but ended up deleting many of them because I’d lose motivation. So, I took a break. Seems I needed it as this story is a whopping 9-10 pages long, according to Microsoft Word. I didn’t want to create chapters, so you all can simply read the whole thing in one go without having to wait for each chapter. Once again, as in a previous story of mine, “she” is unnamed so that whoever you are, if you so desired, can call her whomever you’d like: a crush, a girlfriend, a wife, whoever; I leave her identity at my readers’ discretion. Any edit history will be with respect to typos I find as I re-read my work in this post. It’s long, so typos are inevitable. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed detailing it. ’Til next time.. ————————————————————— Driving Disaster Although she had stopped at the rest-stop and gone in for some beverages, her anxiety with using public restrooms prevented her from going. Her bladder reminded her that the toilet is only a door away, but she refused as her anxiety flared in her chest. She purchased the beverages and as she approached the exit, her bladder whispered into her mind: “last chance, turn around..” But she ignored it, walking through the sliding doors; and whilst she walked to and approached her car, she can hear her bladder yelp into her mind: “No! No!, please go back! You have a chance!” And once again, she shook her head, refusing to acknowledge her opportunity. Her anxiety just told her to wait it out. After all, she just had to wait another fifty miles or so, then she’d reach the motel she planned to stay in for the night; then she can go pee. However, now that she was back on the road, her urging bladder slowly began creeping out of her belly, building until sufficient tingle remained constant in her lower abdomen. She clenched her sphincter muscles in response, but it didn’t go away as fast as prior to her break at the rest-stop. Her mind began to second-guess her anxiety, after noticing it took longer for her clenching to make the tingles go away: “perhaps a public restroom isn’t so bad?” But as soon as the question rang in her mind, just as fast sprung her anxiety about even considering the opportunity and picturing herself doing so. And though her mind reassured her, and gave her some confidence that she could make it, the extent of her distended bloated belly: — considering that she was wearing a flow-y red floral dress, was yet noticeably jutting out — “maybe it was just the way I’m sitting”, she reflected when noticing her large stomach. Suddenly while thinking — thinking she could perhaps make it — her bladder urge arrives faster, no longer gradually creeping its way, and contracts, sending strong tingles urging her to open her sphincter downwards into her perineum. “Ooooff..”, she mouths, then purses her lips. She squints her eyes, not outright squeezing them shut — since she knows wouldn’t be able to see the road had she fully closed them — and bites her incisors down on her bottom lips. Her head lightly twitches, tilting to the left when the tingles in her perineum grow upwards and sit at on top of her pubic bone. “Ahhh..”, her mind winces as growing tingles agitate, ringing her awareness like cellphone that won’t let up. Careful not to have it affect her driving foot, she presses her milk-tea thighs together, shoving her dress in between the middle inseams thereof with her left hand, all but her thumb, which, though insignificant, caresses her right thigh over the dress. She wrinkles her eyebrows and tells herself to focus on the road, while her pressing thighs squeeze its tension into her and against the constant wave yearning to overcome the flood walls. The tingles grow further upwards and sit just above her pubic bone: her lower abdomen muscles briefly twitch beneath. She responsively clenches harder as a burning sensation overwhelms her and keeps like so for thirty seconds, until finally she feels it start to subside, slowly retreating away into the depths of her swollen belly. Although she hides her bladder away, it irritation bloats her belly with pressure. She covers another five miles before her bladder comes knocking again, this time more prepared to defeat her hold. She felt her innards expand beneath that full belly. Though her thighs were already together, and only lightly pressed — having relaxed them thus far, after the prior hold — she resumed their prior tension, but her contracting bladder only shot more tingles into her perineum; so she responded with tighter squeezing, but with no avail: her tingling only growing stronger and crawling back up the front of her, forcing her pelvic lips to shrink inwards as she instinctually clenches her muscles very tightly. “Oooo! Come on, come on, come on! Why won’t you just let uppp!”, arguing with her bladder while clenching her teeth. She so badly wants to bring her feet together and closer so that she may stomp them in place alternatively, but her right foot is too preoccupied with the gas pedal. Instead, her left foot starts to pace, side-to-side, while left knee jams tightly into the other one. She shoves her left hand back in between the middle of her thighs, all fingers in this time. Her palm facing her inner right thigh, it grasps onto its sensitive skin and squeezes. It feels moist, her inner thighs no doubt red as they remain together and sweating, her dress absorbing some of it. And though her foot continues to dance and her left arm pressing its hand into her right thigh, the burning beneath her perineum returns: her bladder is vehemently contracting its hot sloshing pee into her walls. She covers two miles in her unrelenting desperation, until the drop of sweat riding down her forehead and delaying in her right eyebrow notifies her just how desperate her situation is: she’s sweating though the air conditioner is running. She removes her left hand to caress her lower left thigh, but as quick as she does so just as quick the tingles get worse, so she shoves her hand back in, but this time against herself: all the way down to the perineum, and it’s a whole swamp though she clasps herself over her dress. Another rushing tingle smashes into her perineum, and she softly moans: “Mmmph..”, her breath immediately stifling thereafter. She bites her right corner lip and rubs her left inner knee against her right, debilitated by the gas pedal. And, still, that burning feeling persists. She starts circling herself, immediately bringing in waves of pleasure—“No, no!.. I don’t want this..”, her mind demands to shake free, and her denying head signals. She stops herself, but her mind is reminded by her bladder’s unwavering fight. So she resumes. She circles again, and upon friction her eyelids weaken and bottom lip retreats, pressing itself into her upper teeth. She knows she doesn’t want to, but knows she needs something, anything, to help her ignore her bladder. And successfully she suppressing her urge, though it’s still there, masked under the brush of pleasure. She softly moans through bitten bottoms lips, squeezing her upper inner thigh muscles together and smothering the hand in between doing its work; but suddenly and accidentally her right foot pleasurably twitches, pressing on the gas pedal and accelerating her car suddenly forwards. She eyes escape her weak eyelids, widening to full attention while kicking her distracting hand out her moist self and onto her steering wheel. Her right foot immediately going for the brake and slams on it, overreacting. She doesn’t come to a stop, only significantly slowing herself down, but sufficient enough to throw her forward and accidentally squeezes a weak light-yellow spurt out from her raging bladder, soaking her light-pink panties warm. She doesn’t even feel it happen with the adrenaline rushing through her arteries. Only after coming back to her senses does she encompass a slightly cool clinging substance pressing in between her upper inner thighs. Her jaw flings open before a loud gasp blurts out, shocked she got herself so distracted to do this to herself. She quickly glances below, finding the red of her tucked dress against her soaked lips now dark red, having peed through her panties and into her red dress. “Fuck.. not the dress..”, her face wrinkles and inner voice disappointingly remarks. She quickly lifts the end of the dress settled halfway down her thighs up to her lower abdomen, untucking the wet spot out from between her wet lips, partially revealing them soaked through the translucent wetness of her now dark-pink panties. Dark-pink across the entire width and a nigh-dismissible circular dark patch hiding below her perineum and beneath her nigh-touching upper inner thighs: her pee got into the fabric of her dress below her pelvis. “Ahh, fuck, no! I so got it onto the seat!”, she scolds herself aloud. She slides her left hand between her wet upper inner thighs until the tips of her fingers touch the dress trapped between her butt and the seat, confirming she’s indeed wet the dress below her. “Ugh, nooo..”, her head shakes. One would think a light release would alleviate the pressure in her belly yet all this time she’s kept herself clenched whilst investigating her predicament, holding against an even more furious bladder, spoiled by its brief squirt of ecstasy and whining for more. “Ooo, come on, what is wrong with you..?”, she berates her swollen belly, her lifted dress revealing just how bloated she is and how red her skin has become. Her face winces and shrinks, eyes squinting and nose wrinkling with pursed lips as her spoiled bladder slams a wall of tingles into her sphincter, feeling her perineum burning with a vehement burning: it’s as though a kindling has been ignited between her upper inner thighs. And though the momentum of her hot flow burns into her sphincter, as if pressing a cigarette into her arm, a sensation having spread and now covering the whole front of her quivering lips, her soaked clinging panties have grown cold from the air conditioner running in her car. There’s nothing more enticing for release than a crotch burning to pee whilst covered in its cold remnants. Her lower belly, just above her pubic bone, begins to twitch micro-contractions again, a result of holding back her burning sphincter for a prolonged amount of time. They flutter out therefrom, converting into goosebumps that rumble like rolling stones against her skin. Prickling up her bloated belly and waist, up her breasts — wrinkling her nipples — and a portion diverging under her arms to the small of her back, finally converging back with the front at her trapezius muscles: her shoulders consequently shivering violently and the hairs on the back of her head standing up. Involuntarily, her head jerks and stoops forwards; she softly moans again, then shakes her head with annoyance, thinking she must look like she’s some possessed freak, contorting in her car. She slams her left leg back into her right, and casts its shin underneath her right calf muscle. She begins to swing it from beneath and out, over and over: every time her left shin is back underneath, she delays her leg there and twists her left foot over her right ankle, squeezing her twizzlered left leg tightly around her right, especially around her right thigh, trying warm her cold crotch with squeezing tension. She repeats this twizzler-ing process enough to slightly warming her cold self. And simultaneously, she compels her bursting bladder into obscurity, though its tingling only partially ringing into her awareness. She covers another twenty miles, committing to her twizzlered procedure another five more times during her commute. However, just short of the twenty-mile mark, she finally gains some peace of mind, relaxing, though keeping her thighs together, when no tingles emanated out from her belly, only feeling the pressure of her bloat. It was when she had covered just over twenty miles that her peace of mind was so short-lived: when a very sharp pang of pain radiated out of her right waist, she responsively throws her shoulders back and arches her back like a banana thinking a stretch would make it go away, but she only had made it worse. Upon arching her back, she inversely stretched out her bloat belly, sending a strong flowing urge swiftly into her crotch. She instinctively hunches forward as soon as she feels a few drops slip passed her sphincter and into her urethra. “Haaaa, no! No!.. fuckkk..”, as her leaking drops glide down her urethra, whilst her cut stream lags behind her clenched sphincter, and oozes out of her opening: they spread a short blanket of warmth into her cold-soaked panties, and the slight warmth spilling onto her cold skin shivers her whole body with heated pleasure. It’s like snuggling by a heater after having finished shoveling snow. Her mind soothed by the warmth ridding her crotch of its soaked coldness, but she is quickly thrusted back into the reality of her burning sphincter, to which her mind subconsciously dictates: “Just let go.” She bites her bottom lips just thinking about another spurt of hotness filling the coldness between her thighs, but shakes her head in refusal as she can’t release onto her seat, and especially not in her car, at least not any more. Yet, again, her subconscious prods into her awareness. “Just a little..?” She briefly squeezes her eyes shut while shaking her head again in refusal. “NO! No!..”, she refuses aloud to herself. And yet the downward flow of tingles only increases, reinforcing her subconscious urge. Her eyes begin to lightly water in its outer corners, blurring her vision whilst driving. She wipes her tingle-induced tears, but her eyes only burn upon being wiped and release more, not realizing her left hand had earlier touched her soaked self. Another wave of combined tingles rush down into her cold crotch, whilst her thighs begin to quiver with cold-inducing goosebumps. She begins scooting herself to the front of her seat and then back, allowing her to shift and rub her inner thighs against each other, though at the expense of her waist slightly twisting and irritating her yearning bladder. “Arrgh! Haa, Hoo, ooh! Come on, come on, just twenty more miles, just twenty more to go..”, she groans and exhales with every utterance. She looks as though she’s dancing in her seat with her shifting, getting closer to the steering wheel, then further, then closer, and so forth. But suddenly a massive urge smashes into her crotch, forcing her to freeze and stop shifting, needing to focus all her attention on tightly clenching herself still. She holds still, but her belly expands more. She clenches her pelvis muscles tighter, yet the burning only increases. With all her might, she presses her thighs so tightly together whilst clenching her sphincter her stillness ever so slightly fidgets from sheer rigidity. And though she holds herself in place like so, she can’t help but lose control over her breathing, gradually hyperventilating as she feels a few drops begin to leak passed her rigid self: “No!.. No!.. Come on!.. ooooOOOOH!.. mmmmMMMM!..”, she moans exasperatedly. Her mouth opens wide as if she’s silently orgasming whilst her warm drops seep down her urethra and spill its warmth over her cold skin, massaging her subconscious. Then another few burning drops seep past her clenched sphincter, though she’s frozen still as a block of ice. Her fidgeting turns into shaking, her muscles losing their constant-clenching strength, as though fatigued and shaking whilst doing one last weight-lifting pump. Her drops glide down her urethra and once again spill out of her opening, warming her cool skin. Her subconscious beckons: “You’re on your last legs.. just give in to this soothing warmth..” She shakes her head in denial, refusing to acknowledge she might just explode right in her seat for a minute of steamy hotness encroaching her cold lips. Her bladder having leaked twice, pushes full throttle, and, instead of drops, a trickle presses through from between the seams, her sphincter weakened by the part of her wanting to indulge her subconscious. “Haaw!..”, she orgasmically moans as hotness tantalizingly fingers it petrissage into her cold lips. “Mmmm..”, she suppresses the rest of her moan as she bites onto her bottom lips, whilst her yellow warmth flood the crevice between her outer lips and inner thighs. Her body shakes violently whilst this brush of warmth fills her cool panties. She accidentally floors her right foot onto the gas pedal as her body is tantalized with heated pleasure, which its accelerated jerk snapping her mind out of its hypnosis: she tries her best to clench harder. Consequently, her hyperventilation resumes as she fully acknowledges just how wet her upper inner thighs feel whilst her semi-loose-though-clenched, burning sphincter holds back the trickle. “Haa, Haa.. mmMM! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!..”, she exasperatedly belches as her bladder responsively strongly contracts back into her hold. Her pelvic lips, though shrunk inwards because of her clenched sphincter, once again involuntarily expand without her permission, causing her eyes to fill with tears of pleasurable release and her throat orgasmically expand, belching out a load moan of relief: “Haawyyeaaarrggh—MMMmmmm!!”, cutting her yelp once again behind bitten lips, letting the rest of it out as exhalation through her nose. Her hot flow harshly breaks through her weakened self, its yellow waters burning against her urethra walls and hissingly gushes into her dark-pink panties. It shines with exquisite light-yellow glow, exposing her red lips from sheer wetting-induced translucence, shifting the dark-pink spread-front upwards in a semi-circle fashion over her pubic bone and towards its panty waistline. Meanwhile, light-yellow pools between her panty-covered lips and pressed upper inner thighs, trickling down the makeshift milk-tea-colored channel in between her thighs, moderately streaming down the channel and spilling out from between her inner knees, spattering audibly onto the rubber carpet mat between her calves — a few drops trickle down her left calf, down the inner side of her shin and ankle, but suspend there — while her spattering yellow on the mat splatters its drops onto the insides of her shins. “Haa, Haa, fuck! Damn it! How can this be happening?!”, she yells at herself aloud, in disbelief that despite clenching as tight as she could her body just ignored all her effort. After splattering onto her shins, she finds wherewithal to cut her forced stream, hurting her urethra and sphincter as it burns. Her bladder having released for the first time a considerable amount, though still nothing compared to what remains in her belly, is satisfied for now, her stream-cutting clench capable of pulling back her urge, though is retreats with resistance. Seeing as she’s lost control twice, she floors it, becoming incredibly worried that she might empty herself with short bursts before she gets to her motel. She covers another ten miles without a peep of strong tingles, though receiving them nevertheless but weaker since her double release satiated her bladder. While covering this distance she gets a good idea of just how much she released: though her thighs were clenched enough to channel her warmth down its inner skin, half of her stream seeped down her soaked panties into her perineum and butthole, and pooled in those crevices, eventually passing through her dress and absorbing into the car seat below her. Having just passed ten miles, with thirteen remaining, another weak tingle creeps out from the depths of her belly. Before, it was her cold lips that yearned for reheating warmth, but now it was her inner thighs and perineum, though the latter was less cold than the former by virtue of her squeezed, folded crotch keep her body heat insulated therein. The weak tingle begins grow, this time, into stronger tingles, her bladder becoming hunger once again for release, beneath her belly and soon enough her thighs begin jiggling again. She swings her leg thigh vehemently back and forth, and so badly wants to move her right leg but can’t. Every time her left thigh swings wide open, a rush of cool air replaces the escaping warm air leaving her crotch and inner thighs. When she swings herself shut, the coldness of her inner left thigh presses into her right leg. She shivers again as the cold extracts goosebumps out of her skin It seems no matter what maneuver she tried, something was enticing her bladder to piss out its warming goodness. She slides her left hand across the front of her cool soaked panties, clasping herself tightly and pressing into her clenched self whilst continuing her swinging: at least she can keep some of her warmth tucked beneath her hand. As the tingles grow stronger, sure enough the burning returns, but this time her sphincter hasn’t got the energy to continuously hold her bladder back, and her subconscious exhausted much of its patience. It doesn’t take much time, clenched or unclenches, until a few drops begin to slip past her once again, oozing out of her urethra and spilling out onto her skin: it’s warmth spreading across herself and into the palm of her left hand in very brief pulses. Consequently, she starts swinging her left thigh harder, loudly smacking her jiggling left thigh into her right and turning her skin tender and red thereby, but more drops continue softly pulsate out of her and brief intervals of warmth spreading across her skin and the palm of her hand. And though she tinkles tiny drops, each time she holds them back to mere drops, her bladder invigorates with pressure. She tries to clench harder, but her sphincter refuses to tighten any further; and so as the pressure in her belly began to build up considerably and she occasionally releasing drops, she inevitably began to let out dribbling trickles instead of drops. “Haa!.. Haa!.. Haa!.. Hooo-ho-ho-ho, no, no, No, No, NO!..”, she began exhaling as the pressure reached a threshold, then started uncontrollably trickling without be able to effectively cut herself off. Her darkened pink panties fully soaked to waistline, her wet front having travelled over time, begins to twinkle grain-like glistening as her weak trickling slowly starts to shine through her panties, whose warmth-covered lips quiver as her weak sphincter muscles twitch with fatigue. Her bladder thoroughly entice, begins to fully contract, and her trickling grows strong without her permission. Her panties shine and lips become visible via translucence whilst her upper inner thighs flood with warmth. “Oooo! NO, NO, NO! WHY WON’T IT STOPPP!”, she yells to herself. She abruptly pulls over onto the side of the road, and bolts out of her driver’s side door. As she attempts stand up, she hunches forward and strongly hisses into her trickle-flooded panties and dress as she stumbles to feet outside her car. She has no wherewithal to clench herself as she’s standing, continuing to hiss into her panties, which are so fucking soaked a stream remains strong through the fabric, sloshing out her hot piss whilst her jiggling, narrowed-trickling-stream-covered inner thighs audible smack together, releasing that distinct sound of burbling squelches as flow is displaced by meeting skin. Her full-streaming self covers her knee-high red dress with streaks and splotches of dark red — not to mention the glaringly-glistening large jaggedly-circular splotch on the rear of her dress after continuously trickling into her car seat — soaking her dress, and leaking rapid messy drops of piss out and about from its end as she paces around her car to the other side, so that she could squat. Whilst she pace around the trunk of her car, her opening jiggling thighs allowed her stream to hiss without upper-inseam restriction, hosing out a direct strong stream of light-yellow perfectly out from between her thighs and loudly smack and patter the light-grey asphalt between her feet, splatter her piss onto the latter and onto the insides of her ankles and shins. This happens once more before she lifts her dress and squats. She bends down, totally out of breath and without an ounce of shame, lifts her dress and keeps it in place with one hand while pulling her totally-soaked panties with the other left hand to left and into her inner left thigh, pissing her strong stream into the fingers of her left hand as it pulls away the fabric. She loudly groans and exhales as her strong stream considerably strengthens when she fully relaxes, light-yellow flying far into the sandy dust at the side of road, loudly pattering into it. Her opening audibly hissing its high-pitch music as it vibrates out of her inner piss-soaked lips. Her piss rushes out, expanding out vertically from between her inner thighs. Eventually, her hissy gush dulls as her stream weakens, drawing a dark-grey line in the ground towards her as she nearly empties her bladder, until her lips weakly flow its light-yellow like a drinking water fountain that dribbles onto its own spout, her warm trickles finally lacking forward momentum and dribbling down her perineum and into her butthole, weakly trickling out therefrom and off her the bottom of her butt cheeks, forming a small of dark-grey asphalt beneath her pelvis. “A-A—Ahhhh!.. mmmm..”, her sigh of emptied relief stutters, then bitten bottoms lips beckon out from her nose. “Fuck. The car!..? How am I gonna drive the car now?!?!”, her mind alarmed, but so relieved of pressure is unable to determine a solution. She eventually drives her seat-soaked car to her motel, and changes in her car into something else more presentable; finally getting to her room, in which the first order of business was a hot shower. “Oh, wait, about am I going to do about the car?”, she remembers under the rain of the shower-head. “Ugh, tomorrow.. I’ll worry about it tomorrow..”, she too tired to bother..
  11. I know that there’s probably tons of them and I just suck at looking but I’m just gonna ask because I never make posts. I’m looking for vids where someone (preferably female but males too) is regressed or ageplaying and is too distracted to notice they’re having an accident. It’s a really cute concept to me and I’m trying to find some videos (or good sources). https://www.manyvids.com/Video/1701932/coloring-and-wetting-my-panties-outside/ ^^^ here’s a good example (you have to pay to view it but you probably get the gist)
  12. My 6th writing; for this one I wanna try writing from the viewpoint of my character Mali instead of third person, spice things up a bit! This time I'm putting Mali into her own shoes and having her describe a new wet experience of her own. Hope you enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 20 y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; always manages to find some way to wet herself even when unintentional. Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; sometimes wonders how it would feel to be on her end. ------- I just had an amazing day start to finish. I had off today, and I was staying over at Yuta's as usual. We had a mellow evening last night after I got home from work and ended up going to bed relatively early. However, last night I got into a mood and wanted some kinky stuff to happen. Not immediately because we were both tired, but something to get us going the next day. So, I spent my last few minutes awake mapping out the next day in my head - what I would drink, the timing of it all, what I would wear - and then tell Yuta the next day. ; ) And so that day came, we woke up and lied around for a few minutes. I discussed my plan with him, and he happily agreed to it. I was now set to drink, fill up my bladder, and grow desperate through the whole day. When I felt that I would be getting close to leaking, I would take a stroll to my local park and do my best to walk around as inconspicuous as possible, trying not to leak. Just thinking back to it turns me on, it's such an exciting premise! : ) And so off I went. The first thing I did out of bed was shuffling over to the bathroom and doing my last bit of business for a good portion of the day. Plus, this way, I could have more fun for longer, starting fresh instead of half full from the nighttime. Afterwards I dressed in comfortable sweats and a T-shirt, and it was about 9:30 or so in the morning when I grabbed a glass of water and headed outside with Yuta for some morning socials browsing for the both of us. It will never stop amazing me how much time can pass just scrolling without another care in the world, because by the time we moved onto a different activity, the time was already approaching 11:00. We made some breakfast, eggs and bacon, and hopped back into our bedroom to continue binging some Netflix series. It wasn't that good, so much that I won't even bother saying the name of it. Me and him did get a kick out of it though, there were some moments so poorly filmed, written, or acted that we actually found funny. With me during this time I had some cranberry juice that I downed a bit too quick. During our binge I started to feel some pressure under my stomach, making me shift from laying down to slouching semi-upwards. After the juice I poured some more water and continued binging. Around 1:00, I was nearly finished with that glass and really started feeling the heat. I was in all sorts of sitting positions, cross-legged, legs together, crossed in my lap, and flat on the floor. At this point I couldn't sit still for long before switching again, maybe a few minutes or so at a time. "Sitting still" wasn't even an accurate description, since I fidgeted my hips and legs the whole time, too. I even liked to lay on my stomach a bit here and there - the pressure on my bladder against the solid floor felt amazing - that was until after a minute or so when it became a concern whether or not I was actually going to leak a bit! ^~^ Yuta glanced over at me a few times and kept silent, but I did catch him a few times crossing his legs out of my view hiding something, definitely not for the same reason I was crossing mine! It was 1:40 in the afternoon when we stopped that show, and it was also the time I finished that glass of water! If I had to guess, I'd say that I had somewhere near 2 cups or 0.4 L at the time and I was very aware of it. The squirming began, including the physical motions necessary to distract myself. I talked to Yuta about it for the first time since the morning, telling him how I was growing desperate. He said he could tell, and that it reminded him that he too was starting to feel a need to go. He excused himself from the room and headed into the bathroom. And fun fact!: our bathroom is very close to the bedroom and only one wall apart, so I could hear him splashing into the toilet and imagined to myself how good that would feel if it was me in there! He finished up and flushed, and I had to try SO hard then and there not to leak. I had to stand to keep myself in check. Yuta came out and saw me standing, tip-toed with my hands over my front legs. I felt so embarrassed that I turned away from him to sit back down again, all the while I'm pretty sure he got hard again! -v- Seeing as I was already desperate, I made a deadly choice that ended up being my downfall in the end (no pun intended), which was brewing a cup of coffee for me and Yuta. The brewing itself was difficult to get through, hearing more liquid pitter patters was the last thing I needed at that moment! I got the two mugs and waddled back over to our room where we started yet another sub-par flick, this time a movie. With each sip of coffee I took from then on I felt on its way to add to my already near-full bladder. I was so concentrated on that, my position, and distracting myself that I couldn't even pay attention to the movie! The sound just went in one ear and out the other! I don't think we got too far into it though, because at 2:14 precisely, a switch inside me flipped and I knew what had to be done. I shot up standing, Yuta slightly surprised because he was so into the movie, and told him to get ready to go. He got the message quick, and was going to get his keys when I decided to change. I stripped from my comfort clothes and started the painstakingly slow process of getting some new clothes on. I picked out black underwear, a nice blouse and some gray jeans and fit them on, only that the jeans took five times as long to get on. XD Trying to put my legs into the holes was a challenge, compressing my bladder each attempt I took, successful or not. I finally got them on and pulled them up. Buttoning them put extra pressure on my bladder as well. I began to come to my senses that this wouldn't be as much of a walk in the park as I thought it would be. It's nearly 2:20 now, and I was making my way down to the park one step at a time. At a glance you may haven't noticed anything off about me, but if you walked behind me or at a closer distance you would've been able to tell that I was not doing ok. I was walking with my hips swinging side to side. I wasn't walking, I was more putting one leg in front of the other over and over again, getting myself closer and closer to my destination. Everything was becoming hazy to me, how intense I was holding back my urge to let loose at any moment. Yuta was by my side, helping me when I needed it but also doing his best to stand back and watch me with his penetrating stare when he got the chance, that sly ass! 5 minutes later we made it to the public park. People were walking their dogs, elderly couples took strolls and sat down on benches, trees swayed, and I was fighting on the frontlines! I was sweating although it wasn't even warm out, my legs were shut together tight, my fists clenched, and I can't even begin to imagine the look I had on my face - a mix of desperation and a strained natural public expression. I felt only tightness and tingling at my crotch, my pussy already drenched from the excitement I forced myself through. Although it was a struggle, putting on this show in public was a turn on I didn't think I would enjoy as much as I did! And then it started... *fsh* I made a "peep" sort of gasp. Yuta quickly raised his head to glance. It was brief, but a small burst filled my underwear. My hands shot down and I leaned forward. I felt around for the damage, and felt a small wet spot on the front half of my underside. My jeans weren't too thick, which added to the risk-factor of someone noticing my leaks, making it more exciting. Yuta was also doing his best to hide his excitement at his crotch from any eyes that may be watching. My time was going to be running out soon, and I had to do my very best to cover it up. I perked my head up and scanned all around for a bathroom. I couldn't see one, but I could see a sign telling me that there was a bathroom ahead of it, less than 0.1 km away. That was my glimmer of hope in not publicly humiliating myself to the maximum. I felt a small wave of relief upon seeing that sign. A small wave? I thought to myself. Relief?! *pssshhh psshh psh psh* I shoved my hands into my pussy from outside my jeans trying to stop the leaks. My legs spread apart, my knees turned inward and bent down. My whole underside was drenched, even dripping a small bit, and Yuta got a front row seat to the show trying to shield the view of my small accident. This was the point where I really regretted the cup of coffee and how it flowed right through me. I had to hurry. Hunched over I shuffle from side to side at a hasty pace, determination mixed with lustful sensation in my eyes. One hand acted as a guard for my groin and the other along with my shoulder helped my stride in moving forward. Few people noticed but those who did understood pretty quick what I was going through. They silently related to their own predicaments they've experienced, all the while unaware of my true intentions. Yuta following closely behind helped mask these intentions further by making it seem truly like an accident (which it technically still was ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ). We finally made it to the sign, and the bathroom was in sight. All we had to do was make it there and we'd both be in the clear. I could see that it was unisex too. Perfect! I thought. We trudge through the remaining distance undeterred. I felt a *pss* and a *dribble* escape from me, and turn into a constant leakage, but I didn't care. I didn't care that my hand was getting messy, I didn't care that dark streaks started to form on my jeans, and I didn't care that my golden rain was trickling and splashing onto the park's paved road. I was enjoying the hell out of this, as much as I was suffering. My crotch was totally wet with a small constant flow making its way out. But finally, to our amazement, we made it to the unisex. I swing open the door and stumble in, not hesitating to leave a trail behind me. There's enough walking space to fit several people in the room. Yuta quickly jumps in behind me and shuts the door. I scramble to undo my pants. I try to undo my button. It doesn't budge. My bladder had swollen so much that my waist grew a margin bigger, making my jeans, and my button, tighter. "Oh fuck, NO!!~" I shout out. "What's wrong??" Yuta asks worriedly. "THE BUTTON'S STUCK!!" *frmm* *trickle* *splash splash* I stumble around trying my hardest to undo the stupidest button I've encountered in my life. Yuta told me it was about 5 seconds but to me it felt like several minutes; I finally managed to slip them off my waist. My piss has been high pressure bursting through a faulty but tight hole, but now is in full throttle as I still remain standing. Yuta has backed up as far as he could into the corner of the bathroom, but still can't avoid getting splashed. I throw my soaked jeans down to the ground around my ankles, crouched over in my last attempts to restrain my stream. I turn facing away from the toilet and realize that my panties were still on! *dribble splash splash* Urgently I fiddle to get them loose and swing them down with the jeans. My stream in this instance was directed all into my panties and jeans and frantically scramble to sit down. I land with a plop and... *fshhhhhhhhhhhhhh* - the noise that filled that bathroom to the brim. I looked around. There was a huge white-gold lake in the center of the bathroom, a smaller but sizable pond of it in front of the toilet, a splotched toilet seat, and nearly every square inch of the floor sprayed from the splash as I was fiddling with my jeans and trying to sit down. Yuta stood in the corner, his pants stained also from the splash. He was breathing heavy, as if feeling the same way I was feeling; he was also turned on. My entire lower half as well as both of my hands were dripping wet. The same could be said about my clothes below the waist. I continued reliving myself for another minute, the pressure dropping in intensity until all was reduced to a dribble. Me and Yuta laughed in ecstasy at the climax that unfolded. Before cleaning up, we both satisfied each other's lustful needs. We calmed down and cleaned up the mess with the paper towels that the bathroom conveniently had. It was a long process but eventually everything was dry. We're getting ready to leave when I realize that I'll have to put back on my already wetted jeans. I don't mind doing this, but I didn't need others knowing that I soiled myself completely at 20. XP I put my jeans into the sink and completely drench them, making it all look all one uniform shade of grey. All better. Me and Yuta take our leave and head home. It's the same day and I'm writing this from bed, still on some adrenaline reminiscing today's events. Thanks everyone for reading, I hope you enjoyed reading about my clutz-ass! ; ) _______ Thanks for reading! It was lots of fun writing this in first person. I hope I kept the tone and word choice consistent enough, and sorry if I didn't :[ . I wanna give credit again to a favorite artist of mine Rune (https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/25170019) for some inspiration art for Mali's outcome in this ordeal! - (https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/98560804 and https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/98624593) I hope you enjoyed, and please let me know of any ideas you have regarding what I write about next! : )
  13. https://thisvid.com/videos/girl-pooping-in-panties2/ There is the link
  14. Hey everyone! This is the first story I've written. I'll be posting it in this thread chapter by chapter as I finish writing them. Let me know what you think. Chapter 1 The Trailhead That date circled in pink on her calendar has finally come. A day she has looked forward to for months. Hazel was going on another hiking trip with her best friend Sophia. Sophia is relatively new to hiking but is learning very fast. She has some camping experience as well but this trip was the first multi-day hike Sophia has ever done. Hazel on the other hand is very experienced hiking and has excellent bushcraft skills and knowledge. She knows her needs per day and feels confident in her ability to pack just whats needed and nothing else. Their plan was to drive to the trailhead located at Blue Lake, hike a day and a half to Manatee Lagoon, spend a night there, then hike the day and a half back. Their timing of this trip could not have been better, it was a couple weeks into fall, the temperatures were in the perfect range, and there wasn't a drop of rain forecast. It was that very short time of year in Florida where you could enjoy outside activities barely breaking a sweat while still not freezing at night. Hazel was boiling over with excitement as she saw Sophia pull in her driveway. She walked outside, greeted Sofia with a hug, then loaded her gear into Sophia's Jeep eager to get going. She paused briefly when she heard Sophia ask in a surprised way "Thats all you brought? One bag?" Hazel chuckled lightly then said "Yea! We're only going for 3 nights." Once her gear was in she said "I'll be right back, I'm going to pee one last time." "Good idea, I should do that too" Sofia agreed. A few minutes later they were all loaded up ready to go. The two of them made small talk during the 45 minutes it took to get to Blue Lake. Hazel could tell that Sophia was just as excited as herself yet a little nervous. When they arrived, they found that a lot of other people were taking advantage of the perfect weather. Sophia took the last available parking spot saying "I'm glad we got here when we did." "Yea." Thinking for a second, Sophia said "I can't believe how many people are here at 9 in the morning!" As they each grabbed their gear from the Jeep, Hazel said "I hope most of these people are fishing and that the trails are not too busy." They each did one final check then put their packs on and started down the trail. Helping to build her friends confidence, Hazel let Sophia lead the way down the marked trail. After about 30 minutes of hiking and talking, Hazel found herself watching Sophia's heart shaped ass more than the trail. She didn't even notice she had become lost in it's rhythmic movements until she heard Sophia yell "Hey!" Snapping back to reality, Hazel heard Sophia ask "Staring at my ass?" Fumbling for words and shaking her head Hazel replied "Y yea. N No." She took a big breath then asked "What's up?" "The trail splits ahead so which way do we go?" "Umm...let me look." Hazel replied as she fumbled for the map still startled from being caught. "Did you like what you saw?" Hazel blushed then trying to change the subject said "We need to go to the right." They continued on their journey when a little later they decided to rest for a few minutes. Sitting there sipping their waters, Sophia said "You never answered." "Huh?" "I asked if you liked what you saw." "Oh...right." Turning bright red again, Hazel replied "It's nice." Sophia simply replied with "Hmm." Then changed topics. Hazel sat there embarrassed yet horny and thinking that she could pee but decided she didn't want to loose time. About two hours into their journey, Hazel had finished her water bottle and was now using her camelback. Her need to pee was becoming more noticeable but not urgent so she said to herself I'll wait until we stop in just a bit for lunch. As they trekked on, she began wondering if Sophia was feeling it too. A few minutes later her question was answered by Sophia telling her "I need to pee." "Hold it." Hazel replied in a joking manner. Then to her surprise, Sophia said "Yea. It's not that bad yet." This made Hazel think back on things said between them in the past. She started to question if Sophia is also into pee. There's no way she thought to herself. For the next hour and 15 minutes, both girls were discretely grabbing themselves and adjusting their walks as their needs grew with each step. Hazel's need suddenly jumped a few digits higher as the trail went over a small creek. The bubbling sound from the water as it gently flowed over some rocks made her bladder think it was close to getting relief. She tried to distract herself with more conversation but in her hightened need, her ears were attracted to the sounds of sloshing water from their packs. Come on...it's only 15 more minutes until we stop to eat, you can make it she said to herself. Just then, Sophia stopped and said "If I go another step I will pee myself!" Hazel instantly became even more aroused at hearing that. She tried to not make it obvious that she was aroused but once Sophia started pulling her tight leggings and pink panties down all Hazel could do was stare. The sight of that forceful stream of hot pee shooting from between the thick lips of Sophia's perfectly shaved vagina made her own pussy quiver and her bladder spasm. After a few seconds of watching her own stream, Sophia looked up at Hazel and asked "Are you not going to go?" After a brief moment of thought, Hazel decided to give in to her bladders demands and started going for the waistband of her own leggings when she suddenly stopped because they heard voices. "Shit!" Sophia whispered loudly "There's people and I'm not done." Hazel looked down and saw her friend's stream grow even more forceful in an attempt to finish before the people could see anything. A few more seconds passed when her stream finally started to dwindle. Now in a panic, Sophia quickly stood up yanking her panties and leggings up all in one motion before her stream even had a chance to fully stop. As the other hikers passed by, the girls acted like they were looking at wildlife then giggled afterwards. Once they were out of sight, Hazel was again about to give in but then heard even more voices. Hazel, out of frustration, let out a soft growl then said "Lets just get to the picnic spot. I'll find a place to go there." "Are you sure you can make it?" "I don't have a choice." "Ok." replied Sophia. Hazel pondered if she made the right choice as they walked onwards.
  15. What if eleven, when using her powers. Leak pee instead of a nose bleed. How would this affect the show?
  16. How do you think my character maker is? https://www.omorashi.org/topic/78760-my-first-storybattle/
  17. Version 1.0.0

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    Download the Japanese original for free from Watakarashi on BOOTH ------------------------- Fast-paced sidescrolling action! In this game, you take the role of Alice, who has been attacked by a mysterious bladder-filling monster in the forest! Maneuver through obstacles and collect speed boosts to ensure Alice makes it home dry! Play time: about 15-20 minutes for all three endings The game currently has three endings, although there are two more fully drawn and programmed endings in the game. However, I do not know how to unlock them. I suspect that you might need to clear the game without getting hit, although I have not attempted that yet. If anyone unlocks endings 4 and 5, please let me know how! This game is machine translated and manually localized. KNOWN BUG: Clicking on the "Password" button brings up the password enter screen, but it cannot be exited. Press F5 to relaunch the game instead. ------------------------- Guide for inputting passwords: The game has three passwords that are given to you upon completion of the game. They are in japanese and cannot be inputted on the keyboard, so here are tips for entering them in.
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  18. I was skimming through the previous messing post on here, and I noticed a gif of an amateur named ShittyFantasy. What a babe. I remember a video that I liked of her in blue panties. After some digging, I came across a couple of her videos plus that one to share. Please enjoy. Add more if you like. SFantasy1.mp4 SFantasy2.mp4 SFantasy3.mp4
  19. It was 9AM, and Lindsay had somewhere to be. Unfortunately for her, she was still in bed. The alarm clock trilled, and a startled Lindsay smacked the snooze button as if a lion at its prey. She fell back asleep, but it wasn't long before the alarm woke her back up. SNOOZE Another five minutes passed by, and Lindsay stopped the alarm for a third time. When it rang a fourth time, Lindsay decided to take the hint and slowly opened her eyes. She lied in bed, groggy and at least half-asleep, listening to the alarm blare. After becoming annoyed enough to heed its call, she sat up in bed and checked her phone. It was this that reminded her why she had set the alarm. Reminder: Interview at 10 "Shit!" she shouted as she tossed her phone across the room. She checked the clock and it was now 9:20. Lindsay was running late by nearly half an hour, and to make matters worse, the office was a 20-minute commute. Lindsay quickly shot up out of bed and ran to the shower. "Shit shit shit," she rambled incoherently. She turned the shower head on and quickly jumped in before it had gotten warm. The cold water sent a shock to her system that jolted her straight awake, and she was now in panic mode. After a lazy shampoo and scrubbing, Lindsay dried off and started her hair and makeup. She took a hairdryer and ran it over her medium-length brunette hair, close enough to her scalp to fall under a "Do not do" on the safety tag. After her hair was sufficiently dry, she twisted the back of her hair into a bun and layered some bangs onto the sides of her face. "Good enough," she thought to herself as she quickly brushed her teeth. It was now 9:30, and Lindsay felt confident in her timing. Lindsay took her makeup bag out of the medicine cabinet and applied a quick but elegant look to her olive complexion. She threw her outfit on, which she thoughtfully had laid aside on her nightstand the night before. Lindsay turned to the mirror in her bedroom to check her outfit. On her top she had donned a white blouse with pheasant sleeves and a black mock tie. Below that, a black pencil skirt that rested just an inch above her knees. Finally, on her face were her ever-important glasses. The thick cat-eyed frames served not only to aid her version, but as a fashion statement the curves of the frames rested perfectly on her soft cheeks and nose, but very subtly increased the size of her green eyes. She took a minute to admire herself before snapping a selfie on her phone, which she sent to her friend, Ashley. Lindsay had briefly considered using the restroom, but it was now 9:40 and there was no time to waste. She slipped her black heels on and ran to her car. As she stepped in the car, her phone buzzed. It was a reply from Ashley: "You look GORGEOUS! Good luck! And spill the tea when you get out." Lindsay smiled at her friend's assurance and backed out of the driveway. She secured her phone to her mount and activated the GPS. A robotic voice emerged. "Fifteen minutes to your destination." Lindsay checked the clock and it was 9:45. She was going to make this interview. It's not that she needed a new job. Her current salary was fine, and she got along well enough with her coworkers. The problem was the monotony. Her cubicle meant that she would frequently go days without seeing another person, and the work itself left nothing to be inspired by. Lindsay thrived on variety. She had recently applied as a receptionist for a large banking firm, and she was now on her way to hopefully seal the deal. Lindsay badly wanted this higher-energy and more sociable position and it was within her grasp. And then she got onto the highway. Lindsay was still making decent timing. By 9:51, she had already shaven several minutes off of her estimated time and was mere minutes away. She heard a car honking up ahead. It was as she made her next turn that she realized what the situation was: there was a massive traffic jam. Cars looked to be stationary for miles. Lindsay instantly realized she was not going to make her interview on time and laid her head on her steering wheel. After a long sigh, Lindsay pulled out her phone and called the office. "Hi, this is Lindsay Piper. I'm just calling to let you know that I'm going to be late to my interview, the highway is completely blocked right now." The receptionist on the other end of the line was very polite. "We've all been caught up in traffic all morning. I'll let Melinda know. Do you think you could be here at 10:30 or is that pushing it?" Lindsay was relieved. She agreed to meet at 10:30 and sat back up in her seat. She used this downtime as an opportunity to text Ashley. "Aaaaaaaash, I was on my way to the interview and got stuck in traffic." "NO WAY! That super sucks. I'm sure you'll make it still!" This time, Ash's words were much less reassuring. Lindsay looked back out her windshield to see all of the cars in all of the lanes in the same positions they started in. She already had to postpone the interview once, and now she was worried that she'd have to push it back a second time. The clock hit 10:05 and she had only moved about four car lengths. It was around this time that she began regretting her decision to not use the restroom before she left. Her bladder was slowly reaching its breaking point, and her stomach wasn't far behind. Lindsay was losing patience, so she decided to turn the radio on as a distraction from both the passing of time and the growing pressure of her desperation. After a few songs had played, Lindsay was making decent progress in the traffic. She was still nervous about her 10:30 deadline, but it certainly wasn't impossible to meet. She was now close enough to the front of the line to see the cause of the traffic: someone had run into the median and tore their fender off. As she surveyed the police investigating the accident, she became increasingly aware of the one she was about to have of her own. It was now 10:20 and Lindsay's leg was bouncing. She had placed her left hand in her crotch, fully aware that it wouldn't actually be a particularly effective maneuver. She let out a loud yell and slammed her horn at no one in particular. "FUCK!" she shouted. As she inched the car forward a few more yards, Lindsay's determined attitude was quickly slipping away. Suddenly, the driver behind her slammed on his horn. The blaring sound startled Lindsay, and the floodgates opened in response. Lindsay sat straight up her seat and gasped. She sighed in defeat as she felt her pee slowly dribble into her panties and soak her skirt. She attempted to stand up to further tighten her legs, but it was no use. As she lifted from the her seat, the stream just continued with more force than before. A warm jet was powering its way through Lindsay's panties and trickling loudly onto her leather seat. She made some exasperated noises in disbelief and closed her eyes. She nearly began to cry as the wetness continued flowing down her legs and pooling into her high heels. But Lindsay was stronger than that. She sat back up and tried to ignore the warm pool that her bikini line was now soaking in. Lindsay may have been deeply ashamed, but most of all, she was determined to make a good first impression. If she didn't act like a grown woman who had just helplessly wet herself on the way to the office, then she still had a chance. Unfortunately for Lindsay, what was about to come was going to be a little more difficult to hide. Lindsay was now just five cars away from her exit. She got her phone back out and texted Ash. "I'm going to make it to this fucking interview." It was a hopeful claim, but still not one that was guaranteed. Just as she regained confidence, however, she was rudely reminded of something else she had been putting off. She threw her head to the back of her seat and screamed into her palms as she felt her tight ass begin to open up. She tried everything in her power to prevent further disaster, but luck was not on her side. Lindsay felt her panties begin to tent out. It was at this point that she resumed her desire to cry. Wetting herself was going to be difficult enough to get away with, but messing? There wasn't a chance. Desperate to relieve herself of the pain, Lindsay leaned forward onto her steering wheel and lifted her butt from the seat. Her skirt dripped more pee into the puddle beneath her as she stood. She closed her eyes and started to do what no 31-year-old woman should ever have to do. She was pooping her pants. Lindsay's panties were crackling loudly from being stretched by her mess. She merely rested her face onto the dashboard in shame. Lindsay was feeling a wave of emotions: the shame in her accident, the determination to make the interview, and the relief from finally freeing herself of this burden. She decided that relief was the most important at the moment, so she began to gently push more of her mess out of herself. While she did this she looked around for other cars to make sure no one was watching the act. Fortunately, it didn't seem like anyone noticed the woman blatantly pooping her panties. The shame sat back in as she continued pushing. Her panties tented out more and more, and she felt disgraceful. She finished pushing as the car in front of the line to move. She didn't care what the state of her attire was, she was about to walk into this office and prove herself. She finished off her accident and shifted her eyes to make sure that there was still no one watching. She carefully pulled her skirt up and surveyed the damage by reaching down to the back of her panties and gauging how large of an accident this had been. While her panties felt much larger than she knew they could handle, her mess was fully contained therein and she sighed in relief. Now came the difficult part: sitting back down. Lindsay wasn't exactly used to her current situation and briefly pondered how to safely sit back down in her driver's seat. There were only two cars ahead of her now, so she had to make a quick decision. She settled for a slow approach - closing her eyes, slowly exhaling, and gently resting on her ass. She had kept the skirt pulled up behind her to avoid further damage. As she resumed her position, she heard her now-heavy panties hit the seat with a wet thud. Lindsay made a face of disgust and paused before going full force. She slowly sat her entire posterior down. Her facial demeanor only got worse as she sat down further. She was looking up at the ceiling and breathing in slowly to keep herself from crying and ruining her makeup, the one thing that went according to plan this morning. Her face contorted in ways it never had before as she slowly came to terms with what she had done. Her mess had now conformed itself into shape of her ass while still staying contained in her once-sexy underwear. Their light blue hue was certainly ruined at this point, and the stretchiness of the lace details were being tested in extreme conditions. The puddle from earlier had long gone cold, and at this point Lindsay almost appreciated the warmth of her mess. Lindsay was finally up next to exit. She was waved ahead and immediately turned down the street to her right. She was now one block away from this interview, and panties be damned, she was going to make it. She nearly ran a red light as she sped further down the street to her future office. She parallel parked on the street and made sure no one was around before stepping outside. The clock read 10:29. Perfect timing. After confirming that the coast was clear, Lindsay stepped out of the car and slowly rolled her skirt back down. She patted it down for wrinkles and looked in the side mirror to check for any obvious bulges. It looked like sitting down had some advantages, as any indicator to her mess was negligible. The back of her skirt was very wet, but given that it was black, you would have to really look to notice anything off. She sprayed herself with copious amounts of the spare perfume she kept in her car, and started walking ahead to the door. Walking, as it turned out, was harder than she had imagined. It was more of a waddle that she performed as she slowly plodded forward, feeling her dirty panties cling to her rear every step of the way. She felt disgusting and looked like she didn't know how to walk in heels. She stepped off to the side of the door, took a deep breath, and regained her professional appearance. Lindsay walked into the foyer and just past the receptionist as she made her way to the bathroom. Then, she was stopped dead in her tracks. "Lindsay?" the woman behind the desk asked. "I'll page Melinda and get her right out here." Lindsay's face turned to dread as she realized she would not be able to clean up before the most important interview she's ever had. Melinda had stepped out of a door down the hallway to reveal herself. "Hi! You must be Lindsay!" she joyously welcomed. Lindsay was taken aback by her interviewer's energy. "Uh, sure am!" she replied. Melinda reached her arm out for a handshake and Lindsay accepted. "Glad you could make it. Let's get back to my office and we can conduct the interview." "Sounds great!" Lindsay responded. Lindsay was no longer thinking about what had happened on the way here. She was no longer noticing the sagging of her full panties. She was in career mode, and she responded thusly. She followed Melinda with a confident stroll and entered her office. As she walked past the receptionist, Lindsay heard her take a light sniff of the air. Lindsay wasn't bothered, because she knew she was taking the woman's job soon. "Have a seat!" Melinda offered. "Of course, thank you." Lindsay didn't hesitate to sit down on the office chair placed in front of her. She had observed herself after sitting in her car and looked just fine, so now she was sure that it wouldn't ruin the furniture. Lindsay made grimaced slightly as she sat back down in her mess. Fortunately, it seemed the perfume had been successful, as Melinda didn't appear to notice a thing. She began asking Lindsay basic interview questions, such as previous customer experiences and skill sets. Twenty minutes later, the interview continued on and Lindsay and Melinda built a good rapport. Each of them were laughing at her responses and Melinda seemed impressed with her resume. Unfortunately, the comfort of her seating situation was fading. Lindsay felt her panties turn cold and clammy as she pretended not to be affected. She also could tell that the perfume was wearing off, and Melinda seemed to take silent notice. "Alright, Lindsay, last question."Lindsay perked back up and sat at full attention. Melinda continued. "Can you give an example of a time when you had to act professionally in a very unprofessional situation?" Lindsay's mind went blank. She couldn't think of any appropriate scenarios. Losing patience with her messy predicament and desperately wanting to leave, she threw a Hail Mary. "One time, I pissed and shit myself on the way to a job interview. I walked right in and got through the entire interview. No one knew." Lindsay smiled while questioning in the back of her head why she felt the need to make that confession. Melinda sat wide-eyed and shocked. Lindsay wasn't sure if it was the vulgarity or the content that made her uncomfortable. "Probably both," she decided internally. After a moment of silence that seemed to last three minutes, Melinda gently began to speak up. "So, uh... did you get the job?" Melinda sat up in her chair with all the confidence she has ever mustered. "Well," she started. "I guess I'll see when you call me back." She crossed her legs, put her hands in her lap, and stared with a blank smile at Melinda. She studied Melinda's face as she slowly came to terms with what her interviewee had just said. It slowly turned into a light laugh. Lindsay didn't know whether to be ashamed or relieved. "I just won't write that one down on your report," Melinda responded through fits of laughter. "I think that's a good place to end the interview!" Lindsay smiled and stood up. She noticed that the seat was wet from her skirt. She and Melinda once again shook hands before being dismissed. Melinda walked Lindsay out, being sure to stay behind her. Before Lindsay stepped out the door, Melinda whispered into her ear. "Now go get yourself cleaned up." She had no idea how badly Lindsay needed it. "I like her," Melinda admitted as Lindsay got into her car. The receptionist looked at her in shock. "You realize she shit her pants, right?" Lindsay got into her car and had no emotions left but humor. She broke into a fit of laughter as she realized the sheer inanity of the situation she had been put in. She managed to win over an interviewer after making a complete mess out of herself with her accident. If that wasn't enough to prove her dedication, she didn't know what would be.
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    [AQMB-031] "I'm Sorry In Such A Place ... But I Couldn't Stand It Anymore ..." 36 Women Who Pissed At The Bladder Limit Because The Toilet Couldn't Be Used Due To A Breakdown. [2022, Outdoors, Married Woman, Documentary, Urination, Mature Woman] Enjoy
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  21. (Messing warning) Unfortunately no pictures because of how and wear I was when it happened but while at work I took a laxative pill it said it would take 6-12 hours to work well I guess I should expect them to work sooner then expected now since not after even two hours after taking it my stomach started to cramp up and then after making sure the store was empty I felt an extreme need to go and I was wearing grey boyshort panties and really soft tight grey leggings and well once I got to the last isle before making it to the backroom where the bathroom was my panties and leggings were filled before I even made it into the bathroom and couldn't grasp how quickly it all happened. All I knew was that my panties and leggings were filled with a mushy mess and that made for a long cleaning session before returning to work since I work by myself. I know better then to take a laxative at work now.
  22. One day I got up to Thisvid. I checked my feed,but it not got interesting things. So I checked the peeing category. I saw a lot of amateur shots from a ladies room on the list. If I remember correctly,their titled falsely with number 2 thing. The ladies on the video are possibly latinas,I didn't understood what they said. The videos are taken at a concert or club, I could not really been able to identify that by the music I heard under it. (Important part)The video contained really desperate girls coming after each other to the stall. Some of them are not made it. It contains multiple genuine leakings and at least one wetting if I remember correctly. The uploader cutted the record and took up at least six videos. I found those at nighttime,I possibly got tired and just dreamed,but I really hope I not.
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