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  1. So I’ve never really posted about my experiences on here before, but I had some fun the other night and thought it might be cool to share. A little background about me, I am a gay male, tall and thin build, and boxer briefs are my favorite undies to wet. This experience took place recently, I had gotten home from the pool and really needed to pee. I stripped off my undies and swim trunks to change into fresh boxers and some shorts. I was at a 9/10 when I slipped on my white Calvin Klein boxer briefs and some white cotton shorts. The bathroom was occupied at the time, so I simply had to wait before I could go. It was exciting to me to have to pee so bad while putting on clean, white clothes. I thought I might leak, and I was holding myself through my shorts. The bathroom eventually opened up, and I made it in time. But holding had given me the idea to have some fun later on in the night. A few hours later, I had gone out for drinks with some friends and was driving home for the night. (I drive responsibly :)) I didn’t realize until I had pulled in my driveway just how bad I needed to pee. As soon as I stood up from the car, I could feel a huge amount of pressure in my bladder. I immediately had to grab myself to keep from leaking, but the warm air and my residual buzz felt so good. I let go of my crotch and slowly started to leak. It started with a few spurts into my boxers, and the wetness felt so good filling the crotch of my boxer briefs. It slowly started to run down the legs of my underwear down my thighs and calves. I changed the positions I was standing in to wet as much of my shorts as possible. Finally, I sat down on the ground and let myself go completely. It was exhilarating to wet so freely, and my shorts hardly showed a difference. I loved how they clung to my body, and my wet boxers felt so good on underneath. Once I was finished, I went inside and enjoyed the state of my clothes. Doing this wetting definitely made me want to do more soon!
  2. I've had accidents in public both in uniform and in civilian clothes. From wetting to a few messing accidents, not sure what stories others want to hear about first. I've had accidents when others were around and when also nobody was. I hope everyone is doing well!
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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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  4. 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  
  5. I just wrote this short story on the fly. ————————————————————— Dreamy Jacuzzi She found herself slowly drifting away, in the creeping blanket of darkness, found beneath closed eyelids; and just at the cusp of nothingness, a tiny wiggle nods to what’s left of her awareness. She almost is convinced it didn’t occur for real, that it was the beginning of some dream—but then it wiggles again, and she perceives it coming from the outside, not from her mind, but from below her stomach. There it is again, her eyebrows wrinkle over shut eyes as her lower abdomen tingles, its ringing traveling down into her vagina. She realizes she in fact did not go before bed, her pee pressing into her sphincter, and her taint grows warm underneath its surface. Her pelvis jerks, twitching when she clenches away her urge to pee. She tries to go back to sleep. Then, again, as she veers off the edge of consciousness, another wiggle flickers in her mind; and again she’s unable to determine whether it’s a dream or if it’s real. This time believing it’s a dream. Unaware she tapped into an odd lucid-like state, where she feels aware of the fact she’s dreaming and can control it as she sees fit. Then, suddenly, again her mind is wiggled: an emanating warmth sitting in the depths of her vagina. She’s not sure what could be so warm and familiar yet so unknown to her at the same time. She prods her fingers over the outskirt crevices between her outer lips and thigh inseams. They consequently grow tender, just like the warmth that wiggled her mind. And then, again, her mind is flooded with warm wiggles, and in her dream state felt a rush of warmth sing out from her pelvic lips. However, unbeknownst to her, in reality, she’s entirely loosened her sphincter to a full bladder of piss. She sleeps in bed without the need for panties — for her, panties make her sleeping experience uncomfortable; always wedging into her vagina and butt whenever she tosses and turns in bed — and hardly even uses her blanket when sleeping. Her petite, bare-shaven lips were pressed into her light-blue bedsheet when the first few drops of her liquid yellow began dribbling out from between her folded crotch, darkening a dribble-worthy node of dark-blue between her tender upper inseams. After about five seconds, another few drops oozed out and quickly developed into a light-yellow trickle, delicately pooling around the skin surrounding her tender lips and upper thigh inseams. And as with all soft brooks, hers began to swiftly strengthen thereafter, the pool around her silently growing, darkening, deepening, seeping upwards and towards her lower abdomen, past her hood and pubic bone, and warming her smooth pale bare-shaven pubic area, and eventually forming a dark-blue pooling moat escaping laterally out from below her love-handles. And whilst her lips cozily pressed into her bedsheet released her hot liquid, she shifting her right thigh, initially its front skin laying flat and pressing into the gradually-soaking bedsheets, is moved closer to her right lower waist. Upon doing so, she elevates her gushing lips out of the pool it had been steadily and gently growing, and above the shallow waters it has been forming, revealing the audible strength of her urination: softly hissing out of its tender opening and its hot stream burbling its waters into the hot pool of dark-blue below her. Her streaming burbles become deeper as the pool grows, thus far throughly soaking the sheets past her lower abdomen and now creeping up her upper abdomen, trickling to below her moderately-sized breasts and softly channeling in between them. Finally her hissing lips dissipate, and the burbling fizzles out as her bladder fully spreads all of its hot gold beneath her front torso, pelvis and legs. Back to her dream state, she sees herself relaxing in a jacuzzi, enjoying the heat-intensive waters stroking her breasts and massaging her waist, and easing the rest of her body from tension. She lays her head back against the jacuzzi walls and softly smiles with satisfaction.
  6. ————————————————————— 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..
  7. 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! : )
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  21. Guys, the time has come for a change! I've made the big mistake of creating to many different threads in the art section, that now I can't keep up with everything anymore lol So, after thinking about it for a while, I decided to open one last thread, this one, where all of my art is going to get posted in the future. This includes my random pee illustrations, the "olympeecs" series and maybe some other fun ideas that I'm planning for the future - only "ethnic bladders" will remain as a separate thread. Maybe I'm being dramatic right now, but this decision, as unsignificant as it is, does feel like the start of something new for me, the beginning of a new chapter for my omo art and I'm excited to see how things are going to turn out. There's probably going to be a lot of experimenting around in the beginning since I'm still trying to find an artstyle that suits me and my illustrations. For everyone who's been following me and my art this is the place were you can come and (hopefully) enjoy my illustrations from now on! ... and for those who just discovered me and wonder what my art is about, it's mainly desperation and just made it scenarios with original female characters, so if this is something you like then you came to the right place
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