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Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)

So, I (27M) started seeing a new woman lately (26F) and things have been going really well. I’ll call her M. M is a very fun girl who has always been open and honest with me about her kinks, and last weekend I finally opened up to her about mine. This story details some of the fun we had! To give some context, M is medium height and is curvy with a bit of an hourglass shape. She dresses comfortably and is often wearing high waisted jeans and a sweatshirt of some kind. M and I have been seeing each other for about a month now and she was very forward at the beginning of the relationship about her kinks and desires. She likes being submissive and enjoys being praised for her work. More on that later. M and I were at dinner last Friday after a hellish week for both of us. She was wearing her tight jeans and a comfy top and we were on our second round of drinks in a crowded restaurant when she brought up the topic of my kinks. ”Alright, you know what I like, what about you?” She asked over sips of her drink. I blushed. Wetting and Desperation kinks are not something I often share, especially so early in a relationship, but I felt really comfortable with M and so I took a chance. I was a little vague to start. ”I like pee play!” I responded, dancing around the subject a little. For some reason, I’ve always felt like golden showers were more mainstream than wetting and so that might be a good place to start. ”Like, you want to watch me pee?” She asked coyly, her eyes watching me closely but there was no judgement in her tone. “Yeah, among other stuff…” I responded with a raised eyebrow and she giggled. She has this ridiculous giggle that sticks around for a little while but it’s fun to listen to. “Well, I kind of have to pee now, do you want me to send you a video from the bathroom?” My heart skipped a beat. M was always down for anything, that was one of the things that drew me to her. But I was tempted to try my luck. “How about we wait until we get home?” It was her turn to raise an eyebrow as I smiled at her. She nodded and took a big drink of her margarita before sipping some water as well. I could tell she wanted to try this new thing out and I felt myself get aroused under the table. It was incredibly sexy to see her starting to test her bladder while I was right next to her. The evening went on and she started to shift in her seat as she finished the third margarita. I had stopped a few drinks ago because I was driving and also because I didn’t want to miss a moment of her desperation. “J, it’s getting pretty late…” she whined, one hand wrapped around her water glass and one hand in between her thighs. I could tell she was getting desperate, the drinks catching up with her and the anticipation making my heart rate increase. “We’ve got a long drive, we should leave. Like soon.” The urgency in her voice was unmistakeable. I could tell she was excited but also a little nervous. She was right, our drive back that night was almost 30 minutes from the restaurant to my apartment. We had a hell of time paying the bill, the waitress kept walking past us, much to M’s dismay. Finally she raised up her hand and caught the attention of the staff. They took the check, we paid, and she hurried me out the door into the cold night air. “Fuck!” She squeaked as soon as we stepped outside. Between the standing up and the cold air, I think her bladder was shouting at her. She clenched her fists tight and crossed her legs, letting out a few quick breaths before waddling quickly to the car. She let out another tiny laugh. “You better drive fast, J, I know you love these seats!” She said, tossing herself into the car and buckling up while I was still 5 paces away. I did like the seats, and fortunately they stayed dry, but just barely. On our drive back to my apartment, she asked some questions while holding herself. ”So like, is this sexy?” She asked, her voice straining as she wiggled in her seat. “Very much so.” I breathed, switching my eyes between the road and her legs. I was pressing hard against my jeans at this point and she noticed. ”I can tell! I really have to pee, J, please don’t let there be any traffic!” Her eyes were glued to the road, a small gasp followed any time there were brake lights ahead of us. Mercifully, there was no traffic and we made it back to the apartment quickly. I was mesmerized at this point. She was holding herself and moaning as I pulled into my parking space. I live on the third floor and her eyes snapped to the stairs like they had intentionally done her wrong. “J, we are going straight into the bathroom. I have to piss so bad!” She swore a few more times as she unbuckled herself and flung the door open. I followed close behind, not wanting to be too mean. She stopped to cross her legs tightly on each floor landing but we made it to the doorstep without any leaks. That was, until I went to unlock the door. “Oh my God!” She hissed, as I fumbled with the keys, thinking only with my cock at this point. “I think a little came out!” She pushed past me before I could turn back to look at her as she made a dash for the bathroom. I jogged behind her, not wanting to miss the show, and watched as she ran in and started working on her belt. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.” She muttered as she finally got the belt undone and spread her legs as she was working on the jeans. I did notice the smallest little wet patch on her crotch and something came over me. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against me, kissing her deeply and pressing my arousal into her. She kissed me quickly and said “J, seriously, help me get these off or I’m going to make a huge mess.” Her legs were tightly pinned together and I could help but start unzipping my own jeans and sliding my clothes to the floor. She saw how hard I was and bit down on her lip. “Fine! Get in!” I was confused until she pushed me into the shower and, slipping her pants and panties off in one quick motion, climbed in with me. In an instant, the torrent of piss came flowing out of her. She moaned loudly, pressing herself into me and letting me feel the warmth on my leg and my cock. I placed my hand on her ass and felt her shudder with relief. “I was so close to ruining your carpet.” She laughed, referring to the flooring in my apartment leading to the bathroom. Then she got on her tiptoes and kissed me, smiling wide and laughing as she continued to go. “Next time, I’m driving.” She finished peeing and I peeled off her sweatshirt and bra before turning on the shower. We cleaned off before adjourning to the bedroom to have the best sex we had ever had together. ”Was I good?” She asked after. I assured her she was a very good girl.

Hi, Just wondered if any guys in London or Cambridge UK fancied meeting up to wet and piss together? Maybe some wet games, challenges or forfeits too.... any takers? 🙂

Hi. I haven’t been on here in a year because of a lot of things going on in my life, including getting into a new relationship, and also because I’m still having some difficulty really accepting how much of a huge deal omo is for me. With that said, I have been able to talk to my girlfriend about omo and fantasies I have and she has been very accepting and understanding of me being into it, although she’s not really sure that she’s into it sexually. However, she said that she would like to try it, in particular a fantasy I described where basically I have about her sitting on my lap and she’s desperate, I tease her a little bit about it, and then I tell her it’s OK for her to let go and wet on my lap. Then after/while she does I’ll kiss her and reassure her that it’s OK and compliment her and help her wash off in the shower and clean up. It’s definitely very #omocute which I’ve realized I’m really into. We’ve been talking about doing this the next time she comes over to my house (which probably won’t be for a few weeks because she lives a couple of hour away from me) She also knows that I’m still having some issues fully accepting how much I’m into omo and that omo sometimes even peeing in general can be sensitive topics for me. She said she is worried that she’ll mess the scene up and disappoint me somehow or that she might not like it. I’ve told her that things don’t have to go perfectly like my fantasy, that it’s OK if she’s doesn’t like it, and that we can always stop/ use safe word if either of us want to. Also since it is a fantasy that I’ve never actually done irl that I’m not 100% sure that I’ll like it either. I’m nervous since I’ve never done anything omo related with another person before, and I’m afraid that she doesn’t like it I’ll feel really guilty and bad about myself for mentioning/suggesting it. But if she is into it, or even just likes some aspects of it then maybe I’ll feel a lot better about having this kink. Does anyone have any suggestions about how to accept that you’re really into omo and being more confident about it, especially if you’re not entirely sure if your partner is into it or not?

I was really good and finished my whole water bottle today. I got home from school at 4pm and I definitely had to pee, but I held it to start cleaning up the kitchen. I took my black tights off to reveal my bare pale legs under my black skirt. It was made of a soft ribbed material, so it moved easily while hugging my curves. I began washing the dishes, and several times I had to stop and cross my legs as the water ran over my hands. My red lace trim panties stayed dry. I wiped the the counter and felt the pain of my bladder. I was just about to head to the bathroom when I heard my husband get home. I began to forget about my need to pee and happily waited for my husband to come in the door. We greeted each other warmly, and my arousal reminded me that I was on my way to the bathroom. I squeezed my thighs together before follow8ng my husband into the kitchen to continue our conversation. We talked about our day, made jokes, and briefly teased other. I sat at the island in the kitchen on a stool, and shook my hips side to side, trying to forget again about my increasingly urgent need. My husband and I shared some fruit, and it wasn't long before he was standing between my legs, kissing my neck. It was easy to forget about peeing now! We made our way to the couch, and I climbed on top of him. My skirt rolled up my hips and he pressed his hands against my ass, holding me close. The pressure made me jump as it brought my senses back to my urgent need. I straddled my husband, and rocked back and forth. I pressed my pussy harder against his torso and felt a familiar warmth filling my panties. I moaned and squeezed him with my legs. Did I really just pee in my underwear? Can he feel it? Am I really just really wet from being turned on? I was really aroused, and it barely felt like the fabric had been soaked. Clearly my husband didn't notice. It had been a while since we'd had time for this, and I was getting off so quickly. The need to pee came in waves and I grinded my pelvis into him. He kissed my neck. I melted into him, and relaxed all my muscles. Without warning, I felt myself pissing through my underwear and onto his shirt. I knew the crotch of my panties were visibly wet, but my husband continued to kiss me, so I pressed into him deeper and regained control of my peeing. I breathed heavily, worried he would know I was pissing myself, and wildly turned on about it. I knew I couldn't help myself anymore, so I leaned away and pulled my soaked panties to the side. My husband looked down at the wet spot between us as I rubbed my clit quickly. I continued to kiss as as I was too embarrassed to let him keep watching. We kissed and I continued to slide my finger back and forth. As I climbed the hill towards climaxing, the pressure became too much and I began slowly and steadily pissing all over my legs and my husband's shirt. Since his shirt was already wet, I didn't notice at first that I was wetting myself all over him. I was so close to coming, but I panicked and slid off his lap. I stood next to the couch with my legs closed and my fingers still pressed against my pussy and continued to pee all over the floor. I couldn't help but keep rubbing myself until I finally came. The rest of the story is none of your business 🤣😘😘😘

View File Two girls pee thongs and pantyhose Some girl on girl peeing action. Both dressed in just pantyhose and panties, one girl sits on another girl's lap and they both pee through their panties and pantyhose. Contains topless nudity (aka naked boobies!) From https://thisvid.com/videos/2-girls-wetting-thongs/ Submitter Zipzop Submitted 02/26/2023 Category Female  

So, after not dating for nearly a year, I decided to get back into it via a free app. I ended up matching with someone my age and we hit it off. After a while we were talking on the phone for hours. I finally went to meet her after a week or so of talking on the phone and I get to her place. I wasn't planning on anything sexual happening because she was pretty clear about not having sex outside of a committed relationship. However, we ended up cuddling all night. She was beautiful, olive colored skin, about 5'4, very thin/petite, small breasts (which I love btw), and long wavy dark brown hair. These cuddles were pretty intense, and led to making out/dry humping. We had a few more nights like that and things progressed to use using hands and mouths on each other. Apparently, according to her spirituality and beliefs about relationships, she was up for anything except for penetrative sex or anything penetrative. Honestly, I didn't care at all, everything else we were doing was more than enough. But one night, she asks if there's anything else we could do to get me off besides PIV sex. I said I had a fetish, at this point I was pretty nervous and she could tell. She said no matter what it was, I could tell her. So I did. I said I had a pee fetish, and more specifically, a subcategory called omorashi. I said I loved watching women wet their pants. Her reaction was very unexpected, she looked confused and asked why would I be embarrassed or nervous about something so meager. She seemed to think it was the most tame thing ever and was expecting something far more extreme. Then she said she had no problem doing that for me. I was amazed. She said she really had to pee right then but didn't want to wet anything because she had to do laundry at a laundromat. So I asked her to get naked and stand in the shower. She did as I asked, then I knelt down, and put my hand on her thigh. She started to pee a lot. I ran my hand up and down her legs as they got wet, and put my hand over her pussy as she peed. It went on for a long time. With my other hand I was masturbating and came before she finished. We rinsed off in the shower and went back to the couch to kiss some more. Then I went home. The next time we met was at my place. She brought a change of clothes since the plan was for her to stay overnight. We were on my couch watching youtube on my TV. Then she said she had to go pee and would be right back, I asked her if she would pee her panties while sitting in my lap. She said she would. I put a protective pad I have on the couch and she sat on my lap wearing nothing but dark blue cotton panties. And then we waited. She said she couldn't, and that she wanted to but her body wouldn't let her. I said it was ok, and that just the fact she was trying was really sweet of her. A few times she said she was about to, but then couldn't. Finally after about 15 minutes of this she gave up, there wasn't even a drop on her panties. But she asked if we could try in the shower, so we did. I laid down in my tub, and she sat on me nude except for her panties. Basically, she had her legs open and my dick was right up against her panties. Again, she said she just couldn't. We tried for a while too. Finally she looked out of the shower and said she thought she could go if she looked at the toilet. So I laid there, and sure enough, she started wetting. And it was a lot. I watched the already dark blue panties get that wonderful slick even darker blue sheen. At times she peed hard enough that the stream penetrated the fabric. I played with her while she peed, occasionally moving the panties over to the side to watch her pussy pee. Her pee ran up my stomach all the way up to my chest, pooling around my cock too. After she was done, she took off her wet panties and we washed off in the shower. We kissed and went to my bed, both of us naked, and began our intense cuddles/grinding/playing like we normally did. Then at one point she said "we can have sex" so I put on a condom and we did it. Throughout the night we had sex a few more times. Then she left the next day. That was the last time we did any omo or pee play. I met her at her place a couple times and we had sex, but then she started cancelling our little get togethers and rescheduling. Two weeks went by without seeing her, she said she was coming over to my place again for the whole weekend, but ended up cancelling that stay. She promised we would see each other again and that she missed me, but at this point I knew what was coming and started talking to other people. Sure enough, one day she said we need to slow down, then just today, she said she doesn't want to see me anymore. I can't say I was that heartbroken, aside from being together physically we probably weren't that compatible. But what I liked about this encounter was the idea that she saw omorashi as an innocent tame thing. She didn't hesitate at all with it, normally I don't even bring it up until after I've had sex a few times but in this case we did omo play before sex. I learned not to be so embarrassed about it, and may be more open in the future during talks about what we like with sex.

I've had this fantasy in my head for a long time. Excited to finally attempt to bring it into reality! Hope you enjoy 😉 - Milo Four Desperate Passengers, and a Fern by Milo Snatch Chapter 1 April really did not plan this well. She was sitting on her boyfriend’s lap, squeezed between boxes and bins of their things piled to the roof in the backseat of his college roommate’s Subaru. “Fuck!” The former roommate, Nova, yelled, laying hard on the horn, their blue and purple cropped sparkly hair whirling in frustration and a flush rising across pale, freckled cheeks, their black band t-shirt and grey sweats clinging to their skin on the hot LA summer day. Even their feet were sweating in their black sneakers. “Love,” said a deep, soft voice from the front passenger seat, “They all heard you the first, second, fifth time. This isn’t making the traffic move any faster.” “Yeah, yeah, I know babe” Nova sighed, leaning their head back and resting a hand on Milo’s thick bare thigh. His choice in dark green shorts and a white and green patterned button down shirt and comfortable sandals was enviable in the heat. “Makes me feel better for a bit, though.” “That makes one of us. Hey—“ Milo turned around, adjusting the large potted fern between his thighs and peering back at the pair stacked in the backseat, his warm brown eyes under loose black curls meeting April’s gaze, a hint of dark facial hair adoring his upper lip and side burns. “Do either of you see my bag back there? I have some earplugs that would be really handy right about now.” April did, in fact, see Milo’s bag, slumped unceremoniously behind his seat in the floorboard. “Uh, yeah, I see it,” she said, and paused, clenching her fists. “….could you hand it to me?” Milo asked, confusion washing across his face as he noticed April’s tense demeanor. “I can’t,” came a muffled sound from behind her, and half of Harper’s clean shaven, tanned face appeared around April’s shoulder. His blue eyed expression had his usual goofy grin on it underneath long sea salt covered dirty blond hair. A true lean Californian surfer boy in khaki shorts, blue tank top and flip flops. “Little stuck back here.” “Hardy har. Or should I say, Harpy har,” Milo chuckled at his own joke. Nova groaned in response which only made Milo giggle harder. “I can, yeah, I can get your bag,” April finally responded. She steeled her jaw and began bending over at the waist, her and Harper’s shared seatbelt digging into her lower abdomen along with the waist of her tight dark jean shorts. Her chest and belly stretched the fabric of her light purple t-shirt from a local LGBTQ charity event she’d volunteered at, and Harper couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous girlfriend from such a tantalizing angle, her buzzed brunette hair and long gold chain earrings glinting in the summer sunlight, juicy thighs spilling over his lap. Whimpering softly, she extended her hand past her grey sneakers and grasped for the bag, missing it the first two times and, huffing, made one final lunge, grabbing a handful of the tan canvas fabric. She froze in place, a look of horror on her face. “Whoa, April, you ok??” Milo asked, concerned, still twisted around in his seat. “You don’t look so good.” “I—“ she began softly, looking down as she slowly righted herself, a deep pink blush rising from her chest to her forehead. She held the bag out to Milo without looking up, and mumbled something so softly no one could hear the words over the cacophony of random car horns chorusing around them. “Sorry?” Milo asked. “I HAVE TO PEE!” April bellowed, finally looking up to meet Milo’s surprised gaze. She felt Harper stiffen beneath her. “I’ve had to pee since we left but I thought it’d be a short drive and we’re already behind schedule and you both have been so nice I didn’t want to waste more time, but then we hit traffic and then it got worse, and we three—“ she gestured to herself, Harper and Milo”—had all those terrible IPAs while we were packing, and when I reached for your bag a little came out and now I’m about to piss on my boyfriend in the back seat of a someone’s car who I just met today and I’m… so…. SORRY!!” she wailed, tossing the bag at Milo and covering her teary eyed face in her hands. The car fell silent, the only sounds being April crying quietly and the ever present heavy traffic noises outside. Harper wrapped his arms around April and hugged her tenderly, kissing the back of her neck. “Well, guess I’m not the only one then,” Nova said finally, laughing wryly and running a hand through their hair. April looked up, sniffling, her honey brown eyes meeting their green ones in the mirror. “Look, I know we just met, but things happen,” Nova continued, expression softening. “If you need to piss in my car then you need to piss in my car. It’s not ideal, but also, you know, crying and being in pain isn’t ideal either. Worse, really.” Nova moved one hand down over their sweatpants and grabbed themself firmly, wiggling in their seat. They looked over to Milo and said “Sorry I’ve been such a pain with the horn. I’ve had to piss so bad and sitting here isn’t making it any easier. Thanks to April’s honestly at least I can hold myself now, shit.” They scrunched up their forehead in concentration and stared ahead, rocking gently in their seat. Milo reached over and rubbed Nova’s arm gently. “Spiro?” He asked, dryly. “The one and only. Bitch,” Nova huffed, squeezing themself tighter. “If I may,” Harper’s muffled voice spoke up from the back. “My camping gear is in one of these boxes. I’m pretty sure my bear canister is in there and it’s 5 liters. Could be a useful solution?” He gently squeezed April’s shoulders in encouragement. “Also? I’m gonna need to pee soon as well. Damn IPAs.” “Make that four of us, then,” Milo sighed from the front seat, tensing his thighs as far together as he could given the fern between them. “Also, what’s a bear canister?” “Large heavy-duty plastic container to seal food and toiletries and anything a bear would want to eat inside while you’re backpacking,” Harper replied happily. “And waterproof. Which is helpful for us now, but in reverse!” April’s tears had slowed down and as she rubbed her face with the back of her hand she started giggling quietly, which quickly caught on with the other three as they all began laughing at how ridiculous their situation was. “How did we do this so badly?” Nova cackled, grimacing as laughter jostled their bladder. “Four people desperate to pee, stuck in traffic for an hour and half, pinned in by the contents of an apartment with the best hope to fucking piss in a bear canister and hope no one around us looks over at the exact worst time.” Milo was giggling uncontrollably into the leaves of the fern, Harper and April collapsed together in the back, April’s hands now firmly gripping herself over her shorts to prevent more leaks as they all laughed and laughed. “Thanks, y’all,” April finally said with a sigh when they began calming down. “I’m still very embarrassed but feeling better I’m not alon—“ She gasped quickly and sat upright. Harper felt a small moment of warmth on his right thigh, and his dick twitched in response. He hated seeing his girl in pain and discomfort, but something about this situation was turning him on. Focus, dude, he thought, Not the time! But he couldn’t help feeling pinned down in the most delicious way, stuck between two piles of boxes and his writhing girlfriend on his lap, gasping and moaning with the fear of letting go all over him, warmth seeping into his shorts and the cushion below. He shook his head quickly and rubbed her back. “Ok, time to find that canister,” he said, looking around at the box labels. April just whimpered in response and held herself as tight as she could. Milo and Harper quickly stopped laughing, looks of concern on their faces at their new friend’s predicament, the air around the group sobering up just like the passengers with those IPAs long in the past. The reality of their situation was starting to creep in. If they didn’t find a viable option soon things were about to get very wet. “Ah ha!” Harper said, pointing to the second box down on his right side with the word GEAR written on it. “There’s my camping supplies. Ok, how to get it out….?” April turned her head and started calculating how this was going to go. Her face paled. “I’m going to have to move these boxes around, aren’t I,” she said quietly. “Are there no other options? Any water bottles available? I’ll take anything!” “No, none of us brought any water or drinks,” Milo said sadly. “Could you hop out and move them maybe?” April asked him, but Nova was already shaking their head and answered, “Nope, this traffic is too touch and go and I’m in the left most lane, we can’t be sure if we’d stay still long enough to sort through your stuff without causing more of a ruckus. I don’t want to deal with angry drivers as four queer people today, especially with two of us being trans. Even in LA.” “Yeah, you’re right,” April agreed, and groaned as she felt how heavy her bladder was pressing downward. “Ok! I can do this. I have to do this. Harp? You need to hold me while I’m looking otherwise I’m going to go, I’m so close.” Harper quickly assisted, moving his hands over hers and pressing into her vulva. She moved her hands away and turned quickly to pick up the first box on her right. As she exerted herself, though, another spurt found its way out of her, warming Harper’s hand. “No!” April gasped, “Baby, you gotta hold me harder, zip down my shorts! Now!” He quickly did as he was told, unbuttoning the jean shorts pulled tight against her extended abdomen and zipping her luscious belly free. Another stream escaped just as Harper pressed his fingers to the outside of her black underwear, shivering slightly at how warm and wet it felt as her hot pee ran over his fingers. His dick was definitely getting hard now. He hoped she wouldn’t notice. April was mortified… and horny as fuck. She could feel Harp’s fingers pressed to her pussy lips, just below her throbbing clit, and it felt electric to realize how little control she had over her body right now, how wrong it felt to piss on her lover’s hand, and how much she’d actually love nothing more than to let go and flood her clothes and his lap. But this wasn’t her car and she didn’t want to impose any more on Nova and Milo after all they had done to help them move. So she braced herself and picked up the top box once again, saying “Milo, can you hold this please?” and handed it to him. He twisted around and looked like he was concentrating hard to grab the box with his legs wide open. “Yep, no problem,” he said with a strained voice. “I’m hurrying!” April said and quickly moved back and ripped open the top of the camping gear box. Thank god we didn’t use tape, she thought as she rifled through the contents and found what she was looking for: A large 5L heavy blue plastic cylinder with a wide mouth covered by a flat twist lid. “Got it!” The others cheered as she closed the gear box up and received the other one back from Milo to toss on top. She almost didn’t care that she leaked again, the longer spurt spilling over Harper’s fingers and soaking through to her boyfriend’s khaki shorts below, because she was about to finally let it all go. “Alright, Harp, let’s trade,” she said quickly, moving her hands to her sopping wet crotch. As Harper’s hands left her pussy, though, a strong jet of pee shot out of her tired body before she could place her own hands there, spurting through her clenched fingers and pooling in his lap. “NO!” She moaned, trying to stop the flow. “Masturbate!” Milo commanded suddenly, eyes wide as he watched the piss flowing through April's fingers, unabashed in his gaze. They were all well past being embarrassed in this intimate space together, unified in their shared desperation. “It’ll help you hold!” “Don’t mind if I do,” Nova moaned from the driver’s seat and they started rhythmically rubbing the firm mound between their legs. April quickly started swirling her middle finger over her clit, a thin layer of soaked underwear the only thing between them, as more liquid thundered its way out of her. “Hearing her piss is making this so much harder for me to stay dry.” “It’s working!” April gasped as her stream finally slowed and stopped. “How did you know it would?” Nova and Milo exchanged wry, knowing grimaces. “I hold often out in public,” Milo finally said, “Especially if I forget my piss dick at home. Not being able to stand to pee in men’s bathrooms makes me feel really exposed, I don’t always present as cis and someone could get suspicious of me in a stall.” He watched April’s head tilt back and a flush flood her face that had nothing to do with embarrassment. He tried squeezing his legs together again and groaned in frustration at the potted plant between them that was preventing him relief. His hand found its way down to his dick and he started palming himself, slowly, over his shorts. “I, uh, am also into piss play, so desperation is often my goal.” “I can see why,” April sighed happily, continuing to swirl her finger around and around her clit. She felt full and about to burst again but touching herself was keeping it at bay. “Sorry about the mess, Harp.” “Don’t you dare say sorry,” Harper growled from beneath her, grinding his stiff cock into her ass, one hand slick with her fluids holding on to the empty bear canister. April gasped in delight. “This is so hot, holy fuck.” His lap was sopping wet from April’s shower, it had flooded over and run down the outside of his thighs into the seat below. He felt so degraded to be pissed on, helpless, not able to move out of the way. He wanted more. The invisible wall they hadn’t realized they were approaching was finally upon them. Two couples, writhing in desperation together in a car, were touching and grinding and moaning in a growing wave of passion and pleasure. They could either stop now and just focus on relieving themselves and laugh about it as platonic friends later, or they could all push through the wall and see where the path led to on the other side. Everyone’s heart was racing at the possibilities before them. Nova and Milo locked eyes and grinned wildly, and April turned her head to witness the lust in Harper’s piercing blue eyes. “You ok with where this is going?” Harper whispered, and April nodded YES vigorously. “You?” She responded breathlessly as she continued to stroke herself, the soft sopping sound audible to everyone in the car. In answer, Harper raised his voice and said “Nova, Milo… wanna get freaky?” “I thought you’d never ask, hon,” Nova said with a wicked grin, putting the car in park and feeling grateful the traffic was stopped for now, their pace increasing as they touched themself and Milo moaned in agreement, sticking his hand down his shorts and underwear to stroke his dick directly with two fingers, one on either side, and let a thin trickle of pee escape and soak into his dry—for now—boxers.

Hellow!! Such a long time I've been here. But I'm not less into pee. I'm just doing less naughty things I guess. I wouldn't want to ramble about something useless. What is important, is me, right now! I made this audio! And I tried to be nice. I hope it is great, I don't know. I've been severely listening to F4F/TF recently (recently? Who am I fooling 😁) where I'm the sub but eventually I think I kind of want to be soft domming? I don't know. I don't feel its too important otherwise than saying there is NSFW in this audio, and I'd like to make few audios about a more interesting stories rather than my audios just being hot. Like a auditive series. There would be hot. Just, not only hot. Some kind of emotional crisis under a rain or something. I have a few romantic scenes in mind. Anyways before I make a lesbian mess or some kind of gay disaster of myself, here's the audio! https://soundgasm.net/u/Sweetlilkitten/F4FTF4FTF4TF-Yeah-I-know-youre-hugging-me-What-do-you-mean-youre-not-going-to-let-me-go-What-Im-supposed-to-do-Omorashi-wetting-the-bed-warming-up I made this audio kind of specially for someone. There were kind of storm and it is cold winter here. I guess I kind of thought of it like two roommates of uni or higher. Historians would say we're friends. Same golden rings at our finger, but very good friends 😂. Would be my dream life to be normal like this. This calm setup is nice to listen to I suppose. I hope it feels nice for everyone. I hope my love can feel comfortable in my arms as I only want them good. I want them to know I will protect them 'till the end of time. Love you darling! 🥰 🟧⬜🟪

I’m a fan fiction writer and I want to draw but I have no idea what to do so send suggestions! What are your favorite tropes and why? What are your favorite poses? What is something new I could try? I need inspiration. I tagged some stuff I already like (I like more but that’s all I had room for but I’m honestly down to experiment with anything)

(This is an alternate universe Where gema has biological systems ) This story takes.part in the third era,and is post movie --> Yellow diamond was really tense ,se needed to pee so badly but they were not in homeworld,they were in their spaceship along with the other diamond and spinel She was too shy to tell them,too shy to use the their spaceship bathroom...or we'll she just didn't wanted to use it "Are you OK honey?" Blue asked her gently and looking at her wife,who was sweating and holding her crotch and using her other arm to control her own ship "Yeah totally fine!!!" Yelloe answered angrily when she finally saw homeworld , her relief was so big yet faded so fast Not even taking 5 steps outside the ship she felt a wet sensation on her crotch ,and then big damp patch marking her pants She couldn't even make it to the palace,she was outside,with the others looking at her ,and stepping over a pee puddle "Yellow!why didn't you tell me you had to pee!?!are you can't just hold until you can't anymore "blue said gently holding yellow's hands "I-i-i though I could hold It...."yellow said ashamed of her accident entering the palace ---> The next days,yellow just struggled to arrive at time even more her " bladder clock" was only 5 minutes at max ,at this pint her accidents were frequently,but still refused to wear diapers,and blue never forced ->the restaurant incident Yellow was already true gently to hold when they arrived,once they arrived even through she rushed to the restroom she end up wetting her pants,luckily her partner White borrowed her a spare ones,but she had to stay with her wet panties Yellow decided to drink a Xtra large lemon soda ,and of course we know what this will lead to Once again in the car yellow just screamed telling ehite to stop so she could use the toilet,white was quite annoyed by her partner screaming,and instead of leading her to restroom she played waterfallsounds on radio making yellow wet her self in the carseat making a big damp patc,at this point she just cried, she knew she has jo scape.and had to wear diapers,however by white driving distracted from the screaming diamond they crashed And yes.it left yelloe completely incontinent Blue just diapered her and placed her or her lap To comfort her,she didn't care if yellow was already wet Blue was hugging her until.she feels a got wet sensation on her legs Yellow 's diaper leaked and wet blue's pants At this pint blue just got a little annoyed ,changed yellow diaper against her will ,dressed her in giraffes prints pajamas and placed her in the bed to make her sleep When she wake up she found a new. Surprise To be continued:

My best friend, Gabi, turned 23 and for her birthday; me, my boyfriend, and her girlfriend went to top golf together. My boyfriend decided we should all play truth or dare and if we didn't want to do the truth or dare we got beer. Now I hate beer, but I did manage to last a while in the game. The last question before we quit was not only a truth for me, but the question was "what is your kink" I took a sip right there and then because even though my boyfriend and I both have piss kinks, I'd still like to keep it a secret for a while. When we finally got home, my boyfriend asked me why I didn't want to tell Gabi about my kink in the game and I told him about the time Gabi once wet herself in one of the long lines for girls bathrooms at a game we watched during halftime. Luckily she was in a dress so it didn't show through her clothes, but she was so disgusted with herself, I felt as if she wouldn't support me if I told her about my piss kink. I was in black jeans and a T-Shirt and I got onto our couch. I was relaxing and then Zeva joined me. We watched the lady and the tramp and were drinking a lot of water. When the movie was finally done, I really had to go and let loose on the couch. I felt so much pleasure from it and Zeva must of seen the lust I felt. He pulled out his dick which already had piss coming out and proceeded to piss on me. When I tell you I was moaning from this, I mean it. He laid down on me and started to make out with me only for him to still be pissing all over my stomach with piss falling down onto my dick. While it is true I love piss, I'm just not ready to tell my best friend from since I've moved here. Even if she's supported me with everything I've done, I'm not ready to tell her about my piss kink. I really don't feel ready for kink chats, especially because she's very conserved about her relationship with Anna. Should I tell her or not?

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 Tell me a story about a young woman who fails at peeing in a bottle but she can't stop and it overflows 2 / 2 There once was a young woman named Sarah who was on a long road trip with her friends. After several hours of driving, Sarah realized she needed to pee but the nearest rest stop was still an hour away. Frustrated and desperate, Sarah grabbed a water bottle from the backseat and decided to try to pee in it. She fumbled with the cap, trying to open it while still maintaining her modesty. After several failed attempts, she finally managed to open the cap and started to pee. But the bottle was small and she couldn't control the flow. Before she knew it, the bottle was overflowing and urine was spilling onto her lap and the car seat. Her friends were horrified and started laughing uncontrollably. Sarah felt humiliated and embarrassed. She quickly grabbed some napkins and tried to clean up the mess, but it was too late. The rest of the road trip was filled with awkward silences and Sarah couldn't shake the embarrassment of her failed attempt at peeing in a bottle. She vowed to never try it again and to always plan ahead for restroom breaks. -------+  Tell me a story about a young woman who fails at peeing in a bottle but she can't stop and it overflows 2 / 2 Once upon a time, in a small town on the outskirts of the city, there lived a young woman named Lucy. Lucy was a bright and ambitious young woman who was determined to succeed in her chosen career as a musician. One day, Lucy was traveling on a long road trip with her bandmates when she realized that she desperately needed to pee. She looked around and saw that there was no bathroom in sight, so she grabbed a nearby bottle and tried to pee in it. But despite her best efforts, Lucy just couldn't seem to hit the mark. She squirmed and squiggled and strained, but still the urine just kept missing the bottle and splashing onto the floor of the car. As she continued to try and pee, the bottle began to overflow and the stench of urine filled the air. Her bandmates looked on in horror as they realized what was happening, but there was nothing they could do to stop it. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, Lucy finally managed to stop the flow of urine and the car was filled with a sense of relief. But the damage had been done and the car was now a mess, and Lucy was left feeling humiliated and embarrassed. Despite her best efforts, Lucy had failed at peeing in a bottle and she couldn't stop the flow of urine. It was a lesson she would never forget, and she vowed to always be more careful and prepared in the future. --+++  Tell me a detailed story about a young woman in college who can't wait in line for the bathroom and has to stand up and pee at a urinal after she leaks in line 2 / 2 There was once a young woman named Samantha who was a freshman in college. She was a bit on the shy side and was having a difficult time adjusting to college life. One day, she was walking around campus with her friends when she suddenly felt the urge to use the bathroom. As they approached the bathroom, she noticed that there was a long line of girls waiting to use the stalls. She didn't want to wait in line and decided to take a chance and use the men's bathroom instead. As she entered the bathroom, she noticed that there were no stalls, only urinals. She hesitated for a moment, but her need to go was too urgent to wait any longer. She quickly walked over to a urinal and stood up to pee. At first, she was nervous and self-conscious, but as she relieved herself, she realized that it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. She finished up and washed her hands before exiting the bathroom. As she walked out, she noticed that she had leaked a little bit on the floor in the line for the women's bathroom. She felt embarrassed and ashamed, but she was grateful that she had been able to use the men's bathroom and avoid an accident. From then on, she made a point to always check the men's bathroom if there was a long line for the women's. She learned to be more confident and assertive in situations where she needed to use the bathroom, even if it meant stepping out of her comfort zone. -----  Tell me a detailed story about a young woman in college who can't wait in line for the bathroom and has to stand up and pee at a urinal after she leaks in line 2 / 2 As a young woman in college, Sarah was always on the go. She was involved in several extracurricular activities, worked part-time at a local coffee shop, and took a full load of classes. This meant that she was constantly running from one place to another, and didn't always have time to stop and use the bathroom when she needed to. One day, Sarah was rushing to a meeting on campus when she suddenly felt the urgent need to go to the bathroom. She quickly made her way to the nearest restroom, but was dismayed to find a long line of other students waiting to use the facilities. Sarah tried to hold it, but the pressure was too great. She could feel a warm sensation spreading between her legs as she leaked urine into her underwear. She knew she had to do something quickly, or she would end up with a wet spot on her pants. Desperate, Sarah decided to take a chance and go into the men's room. She was nervous and embarrassed, but she didn't have any other options. She quickly made her way to a urinal, trying to avoid making eye contact with any of the other guys who were in there. Sarah was relieved when she finally got to go, but she couldn't help feeling embarrassed and humiliated. She knew she had to be more careful in the future and make sure she had time to use the bathroom before she really needed to go. -------  Tell me a detailed story about a squirming young woman in college who can't wait in line for the bathroom and has to stand up and pee somewhere else after she leaks in line. 3 / 3 As she stood in line for the bathroom, squirming and shifting her weight from one foot to the other, the young woman could feel a sense of panic rising inside her. She had been holding it in for what felt like hours, but in reality it had only been a few minutes. But the line wasn't moving, and she could feel her bladder starting to give out. Desperate, she looked around for an alternative. But the crowded college campus offered little in the way of privacy. She could see the disgusted looks on the faces of the other students in line as they noticed her fidgeting and squirming. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She stood up straight, ignoring the whispers and stares of the other students, and walked over to the nearest trash can. She lifted the lid and, with a sigh of relief, let her urine flow into the can. As she finished, she could feel the weight of her embarrassment and shame. She knew that she had just made a huge mistake, and she didn't know how she was going to face the other students in line after this. But she didn't have time to dwell on it. She quickly closed the lid of the trash can, wiped herself clean, and hurried back to her dorm room, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. She spent the rest of the day in her room, feeling mortified and humiliated. She knew that she had let herself down, and she didn't know how she was going to face the other students in line again. But as the days passed, she gradually started to come to terms with what had happened. She realized that she had made a mistake, but that it was a mistake that anyone could have made in her situation. And she decided to put the incident behind her, and to focus on moving forward and making the most of her college experience. She learned from her mistake, and made sure to always have a plan in place in case she ever found herself in a similar situation again. -----  Tell me a detailed story about a squirming young woman in college who can't wait in line for the bathroom and has to stand up and pee somewhere else after she leaks in line. 3 / 3 It was a typical Friday night on the campus of State University, and Samantha was out with her friends at a popular bar near their dorms. After a few drinks, she was feeling the urge to use the restroom, but the line for the ladies' room was impossibly long. Samantha shifted from one foot to the other, trying to hold it as long as possible, but after a few minutes, she could feel a warm sensation between her legs. She had leaked a little bit and was now frantically trying to find a place to go. She looked around and saw that there was a small alcove next to the bar, hidden from view by a few plants. It looked like the perfect spot for her to sneak in and relieve herself. She quickly made her way over there, careful not to draw attention to herself. Once inside the alcove, Samantha pulled down her jeans and underwear and squatted down, letting out a sigh of relief as she began to pee. She felt a little embarrassed that she was doing this in public, but the urge was too strong to hold it any longer. As she finished up, she heard someone coming into the alcove and quickly stood up, trying to pull up her pants as quickly as possible. It was her friend Sarah, who had noticed her absence from the line and had come to check on her. "Samantha, what are you doing in here?" Sarah asked, looking shocked and concerned. "I...I couldn't hold it any longer," Samantha stammered, feeling her face flush with embarrassment. "The line was just too long and I didn't want to leak in front of everyone." Sarah shook her head, but didn't seem too upset. "Well, next time, just wait it out. Or go before we leave the dorms. You don't want to be caught standing up to pee in public like that." Samantha nodded, feeling sheepish. She vowed to be more prepared in the future and avoid any more awkward bathroom situations. ----  Tell me a detailed story about a squirming young woman in college who can't wait in line for the bathroom and has to stand up and pee in a sink after she leaks in line. 4 / 4 It was a typical Friday night at the college bar, and Sarah was out with her friends. She had been drinking heavily and was feeling the effects of it. As the night went on, she started to feel an urgent need to use the bathroom. She made her way to the line for the ladies' room, but it was incredibly long. She fidgeted and squirmed, trying to hold it in as best she could. But as the minutes ticked by, she could feel herself starting to leak. She didn't want to make a mess on the floor, so she looked around for another option. That's when she saw the sink in the corner of the room. She quickly made her way over to it and lifted up her dress. She braced herself against the wall and started to pee into the sink. As she was doing this, a group of guys walked into the room and saw her. They started laughing and making crude comments. Sarah was humiliated, but she couldn't stop herself from peeing in the sink. She was so desperate to go that she didn't care about the embarrassment. Finally, she finished and quickly grabbed a handful of paper towels to clean up the mess. She was still squirming and uncomfortable, but at least she had managed to go without making a bigger mess on the floor. She made her way back to her friends, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. She knew she had made a fool of herself, but she couldn't help it. She was a squirming young woman in college who just couldn't wait in line for the bathroom. ++++  Tell me a detailed story about a squirming young woman in college who can't wait in line for the bathroom and has to stand up and pee in a sink after she leaks in line. 4 / 4 It was a bustling Friday night at the college campus and Sarah, a young and eager sophomore, was out with her friends at a popular bar near campus. The night was going great and Sarah was having a blast dancing and laughing with her friends. As the night went on, however, Sarah started feeling the need to use the bathroom. She waited in line for what felt like an eternity, but the line just wouldn't budge. Sarah tried her best to hold it, but after a few minutes she could feel herself starting to leak. She was mortified and knew she couldn't wait any longer. With no other options, Sarah quickly stood up and darted towards the nearest bathroom. She burst through the door and saw a small line of girls waiting for the stalls. Desperate and embarrassed, Sarah ran to the nearest sink and quickly pulled down her jeans. She squirmed and fidgeted as she tried to aim her stream into the sink, but she was so nervous that she ended up splashing water everywhere. The other girls in the bathroom looked at her in shock and disgust, but Sarah didn't care. She was just relieved to finally be able to go. After finishing up, Sarah quickly cleaned up the mess and rushed out of the bathroom, her face flushed with embarrassment. She didn't want to stick around and face the judgment of the other girls. Sarah was mortified and vowed to never put herself in that situation again. She made sure to always plan ahead and find a bathroom before she really needed one. She also learned to be more patient and wait in line, even if it meant missing out on some of the fun. ----+ Open sidebar  Tell me a detailed story about a squirming young woman in college who can't wait in line for the bathroom and has to stand up and pee in a sink after she leaks in line. She gets interrupted but can't stop. 5 / 5 The squirming young woman, named Sarah, was in the middle of a busy college campus on a hot summer day. She had been in class all morning and her bladder was full to bursting. She rushed to the nearest bathroom, eager to relieve herself, but was met with a long line of other students also needing to use the facilities. Sarah couldn't wait any longer and began shifting from one foot to the other, trying to hold it in. But the pressure was too much and she felt a warm sensation between her legs as she leaked in line. Panicked and embarrassed, Sarah looked around for another option. She spotted a sink in a nearby hallway and quickly made her way over to it. She stood on her tiptoes and lifted her skirt, relieving herself into the sink as discreetly as possible. Just as she was finishing up, a group of her classmates walked by and saw her standing there. Sarah's face turned bright red and she quickly pulled down her skirt, trying to act casual. "Hey, what are you doing?" one of her classmates asked, confused. Sarah frantically tried to come up with a lie but the urine was still flowing and she couldn't stop. "Uh, just washing my hands," she stammered, trying to maintain her composure. Her classmates exchanged skeptical glances but didn't push the issue. Sarah quickly finished up and washed her hands in the sink, avoiding eye contact with anyone. She couldn't believe how embarrassing the situation had become and vowed to never let herself get in that situation again. --- Open sidebar  Tell me a long detailed story about group of young college girls have a pee holding contest over the course of 48 hours, scoring leaks as points. The girl with the smallest number and the dryest pants wins! 2 / 2 It was a hot summer day and a group of young college girls were hanging out by the pool at their dorm. They were bored and looking for something to do, when one of them suggested they have a pee holding contest. The rules were simple: each girl had to hold their pee for as long as possible without letting any leaks out. Any leaks would be scored as points and the girl with the smallest number and the dryest pants at the end of 48 hours would be declared the winner. The girls were excited and eager to start the contest. They each grabbed a bottle of water and started chugging, trying to fill their bladders as much as possible. As the hours passed, the girls started to feel the urge to pee. They would cross their legs and hold themselves, trying to hold it in for as long as possible. Some of them started to leak, but they quickly grabbed a towel or a piece of clothing to absorb the urine and prevent it from scoring points. By the end of the first day, the girls were starting to feel the strain of holding their pee for so long. They were uncomfortable and in pain, but they didn't want to give up and lose the contest. On the second day, the girls were barely able to move or even stand up. They were hunched over and constantly shifting, trying to relieve the pressure on their bladders. Some of them were leaking uncontrollably, but they still refused to give up. Finally, after 48 hours of holding their pee, the girls were ready to declare a winner. They all gathered around and counted up their points, with the girl who had the smallest number and the driest pants declared the winner. She was exhausted and sore, but also proud and happy to have won the pee holding contest. The other girls congratulated her and then quickly went to the bathroom to relieve themselves, finally able to pee after two long days of holding it in. --++++  Tell me a long detailed story about group of young college girls have a pee holding contest over the course of 48 hours, scoring leaks as points. The girl with the smallest number and the dryest pants wins! Once upon a time, a group of young college girls decided to have a pee holding contest. The rules were simple: each girl would try to hold in their urine for as long as possible over the course of 48 hours, and the one who was able to hold it in the longest without any leaks would be declared the winner. The girls were all excited to participate and they eagerly counted down the hours until the contest began. When the time finally came, they all took their positions and began the challenge. At first, it was easy for the girls to hold it in. They chatted with each other and laughed about the silly contest, trying to take their minds off of the need to pee. But as the hours passed, the urge to go became harder and harder to ignore. Some of the girls tried to distract themselves by reading books or playing games on their phones, but the pressure on their bladders was becoming too intense to ignore. One by one, they began to succumb to the urge and inevitably had to give in to the call of nature. Each time a girl had a leak, it was carefully noted by the others and added to her score. By the end of the first day, some of the girls had racked up quite a few points, while others had managed to hold it in relatively well. As the second day of the contest began, the girls were starting to feel the effects of their full bladders. Some of them were fidgeting in their seats, while others were crossing their legs and trying to hold on for dear life. But despite their best efforts, the girls continued to have leaks and their scores continued to rise. By the end of the 48 hours, it was clear that the winner of the contest was the girl who had managed to hold it in the longest without any leaks. She was declared the champion, and the other girls congratulated her on her impressive feat. As they all went their separate ways, they couldn't help but joke about the strange and silly contest they had just participated in. But deep down, they all knew that it had been a fun and memorable experience that they would never forget. -----  Tell me a long detailed story about group of young college girls have a pee holding contest over the course of 48 hours, scoring leaks as points. The girl with the smallest number and the dryest pants wins! Once upon a time, a group of young college girls decided to have a pee holding contest to see who could hold their pee the longest. The rules of the contest were simple: each girl had to drink as much water as possible and then refrain from using the bathroom for as long as they could. Leaks were scored as points, and the girl with the smallest number of points and the driest pants at the end of 48 hours would be declared the winner. The contest began early on a Friday morning, and the girls started chugging water as soon as they woke up. By the time they had finished breakfast, they were all feeling quite bloated and uncomfortable. Despite this, they were determined to win the contest and kept on drinking water throughout the day. As the hours passed, the girls began to feel the effects of their full bladders. Some of them started to squirm and fidget in their seats, while others tried to distract themselves by chatting with their friends or focusing on their studies. But no matter what they did, the urge to pee only grew stronger. By the end of the first day, several of the girls had already leaked a few drops and were starting to fall behind in the contest. But the two front-runners, Sarah and Emily, had managed to hold on and were still going strong. The second day of the contest was even more challenging than the first. The girls were now so full of water that they could barely move, and the pressure on their bladders was almost unbearable. Some of them started to experience stomach cramps and other discomfort, but they refused to give up. As the hours ticked by, the girls continued to hold on, even as the urge to pee became almost overwhelming. Finally, after 48 hours of intense strain, the contest came to an end. Sarah and Emily were both declared the winners, as they had managed to hold on the longest without leaking. They were both awarded a prize for their impressive feat, and the other girls congratulated them on their victory. In the end, the pee holding contest was a challenging but rewarding experience for all of the girls. They had pushed their bodies to the limit and learned a lot about their own endurance and determination. And despite the discomfort and difficulty, they all had a great time and were eager to do it again in the future. ++++++  Tell me a long detailed story about group of young college girls have a pee holding contest over the course of 48 hours, scoring leaks as points. The girl with the smallest number and the dryest pants wins! Once upon a time, a group of young college girls decided to have a pee holding contest. The rules were simple: they would go about their normal routine over the course of 48 hours, but they would try not to go to the bathroom at all. Whenever they felt the urge to pee, they had to resist and hold it in. The girl who was able to hold it the longest and avoid any "accidents" would be the winner. The girls were all excited about the contest and couldn't wait to get started. They decided to keep track of their progress by scoring "points" whenever they leaked a little bit of urine. The girl with the smallest number of points at the end of the 48 hours would be declared the winner. As the contest got underway, the girls found it surprisingly difficult to hold in their urine for such a long time. Some of them started to feel bloated and uncomfortable, and it was all they could do to focus on their studies or other activities without thinking about their full bladders. But despite the challenges, the girls were determined to see the contest through to the end. They drank plenty of water to keep themselves hydrated, but avoided caffeine and other diuretics that might make them need to go to the bathroom more often. As the hours ticked by, the girls grew more and more uncomfortable. Some of them started to feel a little lightheaded, and others developed a dull ache in their lower abdomen. But they gritted their teeth and pushed through the discomfort, determined to outlast their competitors and emerge victorious. By the time the 48 hours were up, the girls were exhausted and relieved to finally be able to go to the bathroom. They eagerly counted up their points to see who had scored the lowest, and to their surprise, the winner was a girl named Emily who had managed to hold it in for the entire duration of the contest without leaking even once. The other girls were amazed by Emily's feat, and they congratulated her on her victory. As they went to the bathroom to finally relieve themselves, they all agreed that it had been an interesting and challenging experience, but that they were glad it was over. In the end, the pee holding contest had brought the girls closer together and taught them the importance of determination and perseverance. And they all agreed that they would never, ever do something like that again! &&&&&&& Open sidebar ! Tell me a story about a young woman in college who tells her story about the time she had to beg a guy to take his place in line for the bathroom to avoid wetting herself. Her boyfriend only agrees if she will make out with him until it's her turn. She leaks a few times before the bathroom door opens This content may violate our content policy. If you believe this to be in error, please submit your feedback — your input will aid our research in this area. ! Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Samantha who was a college student. She was out with her boyfriend, Alex, at a party on campus, and they were having a great time. But as the night went on, Samantha started to feel like she needed to use the bathroom. She asked Alex if he would mind waiting in line for her so that she could use the bathroom when it was his turn, but he didn't want to do it. Samantha pleaded with him, telling him that she really needed to go and that she was afraid she might wet herself if she didn't use the bathroom soon. But Alex still refused, saying that he didn't want to wait in line and that it wasn't his problem if she needed to use the bathroom. Feeling desperate, Samantha begged him to take her place in line, and finally, after much pleading, Alex agreed. But there was a catch: he would only take her place in line if she would make out with him until it was her turn. Samantha was embarrassed and didn't want to do it, but she was also desperate. So she agreed, and they started making out. But as they were waiting, she could feel herself leaking a little bit, and she was mortified. She kept hoping that the bathroom door would open soon so that she could go and clean herself up. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door opened and Alex quickly took her place in line. Samantha rushed into the bathroom and was able to clean herself up. She was so relieved and grateful that Alex had agreed to take her place in line, even though she had to make out with him to get him to do it. After that night, Samantha made sure to always go to the bathroom before leaving her dorm room, so that she wouldn't have to beg anyone to take her place in line again. She learned her lesson the hard way, but at least she had a funny story to tell her friends. &&&&& Open sidebar  Tell me a story about a young woman in college who tells her story about the time she had to beg a guy to take his place in line for the bathroom to avoid wetting herself. Her boyfriend only agrees if she will kiss him until it's her turn. She leaks a few times before the bathroom door opens 2 / 2 ! Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Sophia who was in her junior year of college. She was a straight-A student, but she always found herself in the most awkward situations. One day, Sophia was out with her boyfriend, Jake, at a crowded party. She had been drinking, and she felt her bladder getting full. She looked around for the bathroom, but there was a long line of people waiting to use it. Sophia knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer, so she begged Jake to take her place in line. He hesitated at first, but then he agreed, but only if she would kiss him until it was her turn. Sophia agreed, and they started making out in line. She tried her best to focus on the kiss, but she couldn't stop thinking about her full bladder. She felt a few drops leak out, and she was mortified. Just when she thought she wouldn't be able to hold it any longer, the bathroom door opened, and Jake rushed inside. Sophia quickly followed him and finally relieved herself. When they came out of the bathroom, Jake teased her about her little accident, but Sophia was too embarrassed to talk about it. She vowed to never drink too much again and to always be prepared for long bathroom lines. The end. &&& Open sidebar  Tell me a story about a young woman in college who tells her story about the time she had to beg a guy to take his place in line for the bathroom to avoid wetting herself. Her boyfriend only agrees if she will sit on his lap until it's her turn. She leaks a few times before the bathroom door opens 3 / 3 and she makes a mad dash to the bathroom. As a young woman in college, I had experienced many embarrassing moments, but nothing quite like the time I had to beg a guy to take his place in line for the bathroom to avoid wetting myself. It was a Friday night and I was at a party with my boyfriend, and we had been dancing and drinking for hours. As the night went on, I started to feel a pressure in my bladder that was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. I tried to hold it in as long as I could, but eventually I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I frantically looked around for the nearest bathroom, but there was a long line of people waiting to use it. Desperate to avoid an embarrassing accident, I approached a guy who was standing near the front of the line and begged him to let me go ahead of him. He looked at me incredulously and asked why I was in such a hurry. I explained my situation and begged him to take pity on me, but he just laughed and said no. Feeling defeated, I turned to my boyfriend for help. He looked at me with a mischievous grin and said, "I'll let you go ahead of me in line, but only if you sit on my lap until it's your turn." I was horrified at the idea, but I knew I didn't have much of a choice. I reluctantly agreed and sat down on his lap, trying to avoid any awkward contact. As we waited, I ¥¥¥¥¥€€€€€ Open sidebar  Tell me a story about a young woman in college who tells her story about the time she had to beg a guy to take his place in line for the bathroom to avoid wetting herself. Her boyfriend only agrees if she will sit on his lap until it's her turn. She leaks a few times before the bathroom door opens 3 / 3 and she makes a mad dash to the bathroom. As a young woman in college, I had experienced many embarrassing moments, but nothing quite like the time I had to beg a guy to take his place in line for the bathroom to avoid wetting myself. It was a Friday night and I was at a party with my boyfriend, and we had been dancing and drinking for hours. As the night went on, I started to feel a pressure in my bladder that was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. I tried to hold it in as long as I could, but eventually I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I frantically looked around for the nearest bathroom, but there was a long line of people waiting to use it. Desperate to avoid an embarrassing accident, I approached a guy who was standing near the front of the line and begged him to let me go ahead of him. He looked at me incredulously and asked why I was in such a hurry. I explained my situation and begged him to take pity on me, but he just laughed and said no. Feeling defeated, I turned to my boyfriend for help. He looked at me with a mischievous grin and said, "I'll let you go ahead of me in line, but only if you sit on my lap until it's your turn." I was horrified at the idea, but I knew I didn't have much of a choice. I reluctantly agreed and sat down on his lap, trying to avoid any awkward contact. As we waited, I could feel my bladder getting fuller and fuller, and I was terrified that I was going to leak. My boyfriend must have noticed my discomfort, because he started rubbing my back and whispering soothing words in my ear, trying to calm me down. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door opened and I made a mad dash for it. I barely made it inside before I let out a sigh of relief and quickly took care of business. Looking back, it was definitely one of the most embarrassing moments of my life, but I was grateful to my boyfriend for being there for me and helping me out in a difficult situation. I will never forget the time I had to beg a guy to take his place in line for the bathroom to avoid wetting myself. $$$$ Open sidebar  Tell me a story about a young woman in college who tells her story about the time she had to beg a guy to take his place in line for the bathroom to avoid wetting herself. Her boyfriend only agrees if she will sit on his lap until it's her turn. She leaks a few times before the bathroom door opens 4 / 4 Once upon a time, a young woman named Sarah was in college and had to beg a guy to take his place in line for the bathroom. She had been holding it in for hours and knew she couldn't wait much longer. As luck would have it, her boyfriend was standing nearby and heard her plead with the guy in line. He offered to take the guy's place, but only if Sarah would sit on his lap until it was her turn. Sarah was mortified at the thought of sitting on her boyfriend's lap in public, but she knew she had no other choice. She reluctantly agreed and took her place on his lap, trying to hold back the urge to pee. As the minutes ticked by, Sarah could feel herself leaking a little bit. She tried to shift around and hold it in, but it was no use. She was humiliated and worried that her boyfriend would be upset with her. But to her surprise, he only held her tighter and whispered in her ear, "I'm here for you. I don't care if you pee on me, just hold on until the bathroom door opens." Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door opened and Sarah rushed in, relieved and grateful for her boyfriend's understanding and support. From that day on, she knew she could count on him to be there for her no matter what. ::::::::  Tell me a story about a young woman in college who tells her story about the time she had to beg a guy to take his place in line for the bathroom to avoid wetting herself. Her boyfriend only agrees if she will sit on his lap until it's her turn. She leaks a lot before the door opens 5 / 5 It was a typical Friday night at the college campus, and Lisa was out with her friends at a crowded party. She had been dancing and having a great time, but as the night went on, she realized she needed to use the bathroom. She made her way to the line for the bathroom, but as she got closer, she saw that it was impossibly long. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer, so she started to panic. Desperate, she turned to her boyfriend, Tim, and begged him to take her place in line. He wasn't thrilled about the idea, but he eventually agreed, only if she would sit on his lap until it was her turn. Lisa quickly agreed and took her spot on Tim's lap, trying to hold it in as long as she could. But as the minutes ticked by, she started to feel a warmth between her legs. She knew she was going to leak, and there was nothing she could do about it. Tim noticed her discomfort and tried to distract her by talking and joking, but Lisa couldn't focus on anything except the urgent need to use the bathroom. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door opened and Lisa rushed inside. She quickly took care of business, but as she looked down at her clothes, she saw that she had left a large wet spot on Tim's lap. She was mortified, but Tim just laughed it off and said it was all worth it to see the relief on her face. From then on, Lisa made sure to always go to the bathroom before going to a party, no matter how long the line might be. ?????  Tell me a story about a young woman in college who tells her story about the time she had to beg a guy to take his place in line for the bathroom to avoid wetting herself. Her boyfriend only agrees if she will sit on his lap until it's her turn. She leaks a lot before the door opens 6 / 6 Once, during my freshman year of college, I found myself in a desperate situation. I had been out partying with my boyfriend and a few friends, and after a few too many drinks, I realized that I needed to use the bathroom. Unfortunately, the line for the ladies' room was incredibly long, and I knew that if I didn't go soon, I was going to end up wetting myself. So, I did what any desperate young woman would do in that situation. I begged the guy standing in front of me to let me cut in line. At first, he wasn't having it. But after I promised to sit on his lap until it was my turn, he reluctantly agreed. I quickly took my place on his lap, feeling incredibly embarrassed but grateful that I would be able to avoid any embarrassing accidents. As I waited, I could feel the pressure building in my bladder. I tried to hold it in, but I was leaking a little bit. Thankfully, the guy I was sitting on didn't seem to notice, and he even made a few attempts at small talk to distract me from my predicament. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door to the bathroom opened and I rushed inside. I quickly made my way to the nearest stall and relieved myself, feeling a huge sense of relief. When I emerged from the bathroom, my boyfriend was waiting for me. He gave me a hug and asked if I was okay. I nodded, still feeling a little bit shaken from the experience. "Well, that was definitely a new one," he joked. "I never thought I'd be sitting on some guy's lap just so you could use the bathroom." I laughed nervously, still feeling a little bit embarrassed. But in the end, I was just happy that I had avoided any major mishaps. It just goes to show that sometimes, even in college, you have to do whatever it takes to avoid a messy situation. ***  Tell me a story about a young woman in college who tells her story about the time she had to beg a guy to take his place in line for the bathroom to avoid wetting herself. He only agrees if she will sit on his lap until it's her turn. She leaks a lot before the door opens 7 / 7 Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Sophie who was a college student. She was always on the go, rushing from class to class and never taking the time to properly plan her day. One fateful day, she found herself in a crowded lecture hall with a very pressing problem. She needed to use the bathroom, and badly, but the line for the ladies' room was out the door. Sophie knew she couldn't hold it any longer, so she began to frantically look around for any other solution. That's when she spotted a guy standing in line for the men's room. Without hesitation, she approached him and begged him to take his place in line for the bathroom so she could avoid wetting herself. The guy looked at her skeptically, but eventually agreed to her request on one condition: she had to sit on his lap until it was her turn. Sophie didn't want to, but she knew she had no other choice. She reluctantly sat on the guy's lap, feeling extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable. As they waited, Sophie could feel herself leaking more and more, but she didn't dare move or make a sound. She just sat there, trying to hold on as long as she could. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door to the bathroom opened and Sophie rushed inside. She was relieved to finally be able to use the facilities, but also mortified that she had been forced to beg a guy to take his place in line and sit on his lap. It was a lesson she would never forget: always plan ahead and make time for the things that matter most. @@@@ ! Tell me a long detailed story about a young woman in college who tells her story about the time she had to beg a guy to take his place in line for the bathroom to avoid wetting herself. He only agrees if she will sit on his lap until it's her turn. She leaks a lot before the door opens but he asks for her number This content may violate our content policy. If you believe this to be in error, please submit your feedback — your input will aid our research in this area. 8 / 8 ! It was a typical Friday night at the local college bar. The music was blaring and the drinks were flowing. As the night wore on, the line for the bathroom grew longer and longer. Samantha, a young college student, was feeling the effects of the alcohol and knew she needed to use the bathroom soon. She joined the line and waited patiently, but as time passed, she felt her bladder getting fuller and fuller. She started to feel desperate and knew she needed to do something fast. Just then, she spotted a guy standing near the front of the line. She knew she had to act quickly, so she approached him and begged him to let her cut in line. She explained her situation and begged him to take her place in line. The guy hesitated at first, but eventually agreed to let her cut in line. However, he had one condition: she had to sit on his lap until it was her turn. Samantha was hesitant at first, but she knew she had no other choice. She agreed to his terms and sat down on his lap. As she waited, she could feel her bladder getting fuller and fuller. She was terrified that she was going to wet herself right there on the guy's lap. Finally, the door to the bathroom opened and it was her turn. She quickly got up and ran into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time. She sat there for a few moments, feeling relieved and grateful. When she came back out of the bathroom, the guy was still standing there. He asked for her number and she hesitantly gave it to him. She wasn't sure if she wanted to see him again after that embarrassing situation, but she didn't want to be rude. In the end, they ended up going on a few more dates and even became friends. Samantha never forgot that night and the guy who helped her out in her time of need. She was grateful for his kindness and was happy that she was able to avoid a potentially embarrassing situation. ****** Open sidebar  Tell me a long detailed story about a young woman in college who tells her story about the time she had to beg a guy to take his place in line for the bathroom to avoid wetting herself. He only agrees if she will sit on his lap until it's her turn. She leaks a lot before the door opens 10 / 10 There was a young woman named Sarah who was a freshman in college. She was out with her friends at a party on campus and had been drinking a little too much. As the night went on, she started feeling the urge to use the bathroom, but the line was extremely long. Sarah tried to hold it in as long as she could, but she could feel herself starting to leak. She was starting to panic, not wanting to wet herself in front of all these people. She looked around and spotted a guy who was standing near the front of the line. Sarah approached him and begged him to let her take his place in line. The guy looked at her skeptically, but after a moment of hesitation, he agreed. However, he had one condition: Sarah had to sit on his lap until it was her turn to use the bathroom. Sarah was mortified, but she didn't have much of a choice. She reluctantly sat on the guy's lap, trying to ignore the fact that her urine was leaking onto his pants. The guy didn't seem to mind though, and he even started to make small talk with her. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door opened and Sarah was able to go inside. She quickly relieved herself and washed her hands, feeling incredibly relieved. When she came back out, the guy was still there, waiting for her. Sarah thanked him profusely and tried to make a quick exit, but the guy stopped her. He told her that he had enjoyed sitting with her and asked if she wanted to grab a drink with him. Sarah politely declined, still feeling embarrassed about the whole situation. She went back to her friends, who were all curious about what had happened. Sarah told them the story, and they couldn't stop laughing. It was a funny, embarrassing memory that Sarah would never forget. '''''''' Open sidebar  Tell me a long detailed story about a young woman in college who tells her story about the time she had to beg a guy to take his place in line for the bathroom to avoid wetting herself. He only agrees if she will sit on his lap until it's her turn. She leaks a lot before the door opens 13 / 13 As a young college woman, I was always very self-conscious about my body and my needs. I never wanted to draw attention to myself, and I was always very careful to avoid any awkward or embarrassing situations. One day, while attending a crowded party on campus, I found myself in a desperate situation. I had been holding it in for what felt like hours, and I could feel my bladder getting fuller and fuller with each passing minute. I looked around frantically, trying to find a bathroom, but the line was so long that I knew I wouldn't be able to make it in time. I was on the verge of tears, feeling like I was going to wet myself right there in front of everyone. I didn't know what to do, and I was starting to panic. That's when I saw him. He was standing in line for the bathroom, looking bored and uninterested in the party. I didn't know him, but I knew that he was my only hope. I walked up to him, feeling my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Excuse me," I stammered, "but could you do me a huge favor and let me cut in line in front of you? I really need to use the bathroom, and I don't think I can hold it much longer." He looked at me with a smirk on his face, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. He was obviously enjoying my discomfort, and I knew that he was going to make me pay for his generosity. "Well, I don't know," he said, drawing out the words for dramatic effect. "I was planning on using the bathroom myself, and I'm not sure I want to give up my spot in line. What do you think you could offer me in exchange for letting you go ahead of me?" I swallowed hard, feeling like I was being put on the spot. I didn't want to do anything that would make me feel even more humiliated than I already did, but I also knew that I didn't have much choice. "I-I don't know," I stammered, feeling my face turn red with embarrassment. "What do you want from me?! :(" ******  Tell me a long detailed story about a young woman in college who tells her story about the time she had to beg a guy to take his place in line for the bathroom to avoid wetting herself. He only agrees if she will sit on his lap until it's her turn. She leaks a lot before the door opens Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Sarah who was in her first year of college. She was excited to be on her own and to experience all that college life had to offer. One day, as Sarah was walking to her next class, she suddenly felt a strong urge to use the bathroom. She looked around and saw that the nearest bathroom was down the hall, but there was a long line of people waiting to use it. Sarah didn't want to wait in line, especially since she was already feeling the pressure in her bladder. She looked around and saw a young man standing near the front of the line. Sarah walked up to the young man and said, "Excuse me, but I really need to use the bathroom. Would you mind taking my place in line? I'll be quick, I promise." The young man looked at Sarah with a skeptical expression and said, "I don't know, I've been waiting here a long time. What's in it for me?" Sarah was desperate and didn't want to wait any longer. She said, "Please, I'll do anything. I'll even sit on your lap until it's my turn. Just please let me go ahead of you." The young man thought about it for a moment and then said, "Alright, I'll let you go ahead of me, but you have to do exactly what you said you would." Sarah was relieved and quickly took the young man's place in line. She sat down on his lap and waited anxiously for the bathroom door to open. As she sat there, she could feel herself starting to leak a little bit. She was so embarrassed and hoped that no one would notice. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the bathroom door opened and Sarah quickly got up and ran inside. She barely made it to the toilet before she completely wet herself. Afterwards, Sarah felt so humiliated and couldn't believe that she had had to beg a guy to take her place in line and then wet herself in front of him. She vowed to never let herself get into that situation again. The end. @@@@ The AI broke partway through a couple of them and are incomplete. The AI is also not allowed to make erotic stories.

Seeing the girl wet her yellow shorts, reminded me of when Deb had a pair of yellow shorts but with a really wide leg. I posted our story of her first wetting in what got you interested in wetting. We went through school, from 16 and17, as boyfriend girlfriend. She left the year after me and we were both at teachers’ college together though a year apart, there was two days a week that we had similar class timings. On these days I picked her up and we often had a bit of a fool around in the carpark when we got there. I had a Ford Falcon, with a bench seat and column change so we could slide together easily, this one morning we were kissing and I was massaging her pussy, she said, “I need to do a wee”, I suggested she hop out and squat beside the car, she did not want to, I put my finger in her and was massaging her a lot, she was moaning and on the point of orgasm, she shuddered and squirted, peeing a great deal. She got quite upset, and spoke “I need to go back home”, my response was, they will dry in a little while and no one will know. She slid her panties off, I asked her how it felt, she said “it was amazing but I wet my panties” So, she decided to leave her panties in the car, she had on a longish sun dress. (We had been an item for over two years, we used to wee in our swimmer in front of each other at the beach or lake, she loved to hold me when I peed, and would squat and pee in front of me, but there had been no real wetting or any pee games, Deb had really nice legs, amazingly blue eyes, and almost b cup boobies, so seldom wore a bra) That afternoon we talked before we left, I asked her how it was with no panties, she said it felt naughty but nice. So, I continued, would it have mattered if had left your wet panties on, she just shook her head, she retrieved her now dry, but a bit-stained panties and put them on. On the way home I stopped in the carpark of a shopping centre, she wanted to know why. I said, hop out, I want to prove something, she got out and I slid over to her side, and said “do a wee” She looked at me and said “what, here in my pants” I nodded She looked around, nervously, closed her eyes and after a minute or two said “I can’t, it won’t come” I asked if she wanted to go, and she said yes, so I suggested she close her eyes and pretend we were at the beach and she was just wetting her swimmers. Nothing happened for a minute or two then a few drops hit the ground and she bent forward and stopped, I asked if she wanted to do more, she said “lots” She closed her eyes again and started peeing and did do quite a lot, I got out and locked the car and took her hand and said come on we are going for a walk. She pulled back a bit and said “I can’t go in there I have just wet my pants, what is some one sees I have got wet pants” I asked “how does it feel”? Her reply, “well a bit wet, warm and sort of naughty” We walked around the shops for a bit, bought a milkshake to share, I asked “how does it feel now?” She said “still a bit wet, but it feels amazingly naughty, I have peed in my panties, and I am walking around with wet panties, and no one knows, that is amazing” So, drop her home and arrange to pick her up on Sunday. Sunday Around early, Deb still packing the picnic, lovely light blue tank top, highlights her blue eyes, and being loose get a view of her lovely little breasts. Dark yellow shorts, short and very wide legs. She tells me “No chance of me wetting my panties today, none, nil, OK” I nod She goes on “I thought you would put up some sort of argument, Ill let you figure out why its not going to happen” Slide my arms around her, hug her put my hands on the tops of her legs and slide them up her shorts, mmm, shorts only, no panties, the day is looking up already. Stroking her beautiful bottom, she sighs and speaks “Stop your making me all wet” In the car and off, nice uncrowded picnic spot, lookout over the town and inland lake, standing there behind her arms around her she says “I really need to do a wee, do you think it would be OK to do it here” I agree, it is very quiet, she pushes me back and I walk backwards a few steps to a bench, Where I sit, she takes a few steps forward, moves her legs apart a bit and pees in her shorts, running out those wide legs and splashing on the ground. She turns around I hug her, and say to her “you have done a wee in your shorts She replied “no I haven’t I have done a wee out of my shorts” We get out the blanket, make love a bit hurried the first time, slower the second, then have the picnic. We are packing up and Deb says “Let’s go down to that pub on the lake and have a drink, but first you need to do a wee” she holds me and kisses me. Down at the pub, old wind barrels scattered on the grass around as tables with 2 to 4 stools at each, she sits at one and I get our drinks, we are sitting and chatting, tells me she really needs to go, she slides forward and starts wetting in her shorts, tells me she has a nice warm bum. I get another drink, and about 30 minutes since she has wet her shorts she stands up and it really is not very obvious, I have a feel and they are still wet, as she stayed sitting her puddle all that time. We walk up the street, not many shops open on Sunday back then, admiring a display in the window of a furniture shop and she makes a small puddle. We chat on the way back home to her place, she tells me after the initial shock of wetting her panties when she orgasamed, it really felt good, she enjoyed walking around college with no panties and enjoyed the walk around the shop with wet pants, so though she could combine it today. We pull up and start unloading, I have a feel of the crotch of her shorts and they have gone quite stiff, and you can sort of see a tide mark, I put my finger inside her and say your shorts have gone a bit stiff, she says ‘well I will soften them up then” and does a small wee on my hand. She looks up at me and says “I think I smell a bit pissy, don’t I”. Tell her she indeed does smell pissy but wonderful I stay for tea, Debs is sitting between me and her older sister, who looks at her a couple of times, after tea we make some coffee, and her sister Sharon says to me “I want to talk to Debs for a few minutes”, so I take my coffee out to the sofa in the back room, where we often sit alone. Deb comes back out and sits next to me, she does smell a bit pissy, she tells me “Shaz asked me if I had wet my pants or had I had some kind of an accident today, because, she said I smell like pee” I told her “It was no accident”, and she gave me a very funny look. Sitting there with her on my lap, tell her reluctantly it is time for me to go, hope she had a good day because mine was just the best, but yes you do smell of pee. She says “well I can show you why that is” With that she lets a little spurt go in her shorts, just enough to wet my leg. Unbelievable, day there are more experiences, but seeing that video of the girl wetting her yellow shorts, brought it all back to me of how it started.

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sorry I haven’t written a story in a while. I didn’t really find any inspiration. Things in my personal life got busy too. But writing this story was a lot of fun. “When’s Olivia coming?” Gianina asked “She’s alway late to like, everything” Addison said. Tonight Addison was hosting a sleepover at her house. She hadn’t had a sleepover hosted at her house before. Considering her parents were on a business trip she thought that there was no better time then today. She invited her best friends. Gianina, Chloe, Jesse and of course Olivia who was running late to sleepover. Olivia always ran late to planned events. A lot of the time this is because of her being unprepared. Her style of waiting until the time she needed to leave then get ready has lead to some unfortunate bladder related accidents. When the girls where trying to pick a movie to watch they heard a knock on the door. It was Olivia. “I like, just woke up right now” Olivia said as she walked through the door. Her forehead was sweaty but even after running to Addison’s place, her blonde bangs and hair were looking perfect. She even had black eye shadow on which went perfectly with her black and red pajamas. Addison was looking like she always did. She didn’t dress up. All she did was put on pajamas which, to her was just black sweat pants and a grey sports jersey. “Come in” Addison told her. “Why are you wearing makeup to a sleep over?” Gianina said to Olivia. “I wear makeup everywhere. It’s a habit” Olivia answered Gianina was a short black haired girl who usually wore her hair in a bun or pony tail. She only wore booty shorts and an old top that barely fit. She was usually the one who got the group of friends into trouble. Naturally when the group was picking a movie Gianina picked a horror movie. Not With out protest from Jesse though. Jesse got scared pretty easily. She could barely watch a horror movie because more than half the runtime she had her head buried in her hands. All you could see was her brow hair covering her small body. She wore deep blue pajamas the traditional kind that Olivia was wearing accept it was just solid blue. Chloe on the other hand was a big horror fan. Barely any movie scared her. On the contrary she was very jumpy. The only way you could scare her is by surprising her. So the girls started the movie anyway. It was only about an hour and fourty five minutes. By half way through the movie Jesse was on the verge of tears with her head buried in Chloe’s lap. Chloe was acting like a mother to her right now. Still managing to make her laugh while she was so scared. It was pretty sweet. On the other hand Addison was almost falling asleep resting her head on Olivia’s shoulder. She didn’t find the movie that scary. She wasn’t really tired either. She just wanted to be close to Olivia. Barely five minutes later Jesse had recovered enough to look at the screen. It was a tense part. But right as she started to think nothing was gonna happen, there was a jumpscare. Everyone jumped and Addison and Gianina Screamed. But Jesse had it much worse. In her fright her bladder muscles had gone numb. Once she had collected herself she realized. She just had a small accident. It showed through her pants. The wet spot was about the size of a mug. She reached her hand down and felt the damage. She looked up at Chloe. She sat up, making sure to shield her eyes from the screen. “Chloe I had an accident” Jesse told her. Chloe looked at her with a calm expression on her face as a strand of Chloe’s dirty blond hair fell onto her face. Chloe lifted Jesse onto her lamp. Chloe was much taller compared to Jesse who was pretty small for her age. When Jesse was on her lap she just hugged her. She always thought of Jesse like a little sister. Eventually Chloe reached her hand under the blanket and felt Jesse’s butt. It was wet. She expected her to do this going in though. She knew her too well. They both stayed like that for the rest of the movie. “That was pretty bad” Gianina said. “Your the one who suggested it though” Said Chloe “Doesn’t mean I can’t have my own opinion. This is a free country” Gianna responded. “Whatever. Let’s go downstairs and play some video games in my room” Addison said. Her room was in the basement since her house was a bungalow. “Chloe what now? I don’t want them to see, y’know” Jesse said with the brightest red face. A couple more drips of pee slipped during the movie. It didn’t help that she kept trying to watch it and she had to go really badly. “Here, come with me. We’ll go to the bathroom up here.” Chloe said as she lead Jesse to bathroom. They walked into the bathroom. Chloe opened all the drawers until she found what she needed. A hair dryer. “Show me where the wet places are.” Chloe asked. Jesse turned around and spread her legs. Chloe started blow drying. “You sure you didn’t pee a little more when you were on my lap?” Chloe asked. “It was really scary and I had to go bad!” Jesse exclaimed. Alright that should be good. No more wet spot.” Chloe said as she left the room to go downstairs. She figured she’d need a couple more minutes to figure out her underwear situation. As Jesse sat there blow drying she thought about why she kept leaking. It wasn’t really because of the movie. It was because she had her head pressed up against Chloe’s breasts. While as Chloe thought of Jesse as a little sister, Jesse thought of Chloe like a girl who was out of her league. So that was the first time she got close to her in that way. Chloe headed into Addison’s room followed by Jesse and was met with immediate arguing. “I this your guitar?” Gianina said pointing at the wall mounted electric guitar. “Yeah. And it costs more than you so don’t mess around with it.” Addison responded “Let me play.” Olivia said as she took it down carefully. She started playing it perfectly. Addison was entranced watching her play. Her beautiful blond hair covering her strumming pattern. “I didn’t know you played” Addison said. “I guess I’m just full of surprises.” Olivia said as she smiled. A couple hours had passed and Jesse, Gianina and Chloe had fallen asleep. Addison and Olivia were still awake though. They were sharing funny stories with each other. They enjoyed each other’s company. “Wait. Have you ever like, pissed yourself?” Olivia asked her. “There was one time like, a year ago. I was in class and the teacher said I couldn’t go to the bathroom because it was just the beginning of class. So I was holding it so hard. But I peed my pants and my chair.” Addison said while laughing. “Have you ever had an accident?” Addison said as she sat down on the bed Olivia was on. “ Not since I was a baby. I’m not like you going around peeing everywhere.” Olivia said laughing. “You better not tell anyone you jerk.” Addison said quickly. The two kept laughing until they woke Chloe up. “you guys need to keep it down it’s 3 am.” Chloe said as she stumbled out of the room. Twenty minutes past and Chloe still hadn’t come back. At this point Addison and Olivia were lying side by side in bed. “I think she fell asleep in there” Addison giggled “This is a bad time to mention this but... I really really have to pee.” Olivia said in a timid voice. “Why don’t you just go up stairs?” Addison asked. “It’s to scary after watching that movie. I’d pee my pants as soon as I step up there.” Olivia answered with her cheeks turning pink. The two kept talking while Olivia was fidgeting with her legs. She felt like if she stopped she would have peed in Addison’s bed. Chloe walked back into the room looking more tired than ever. “Did you fall asleep?” Addison asked. Olivia was to desperate to tell jokes and Chloe didn’t even answer she was so tired. “Are you gonna go now?” Addison asked “Can you please come with me? I’m to scared.” Olivia asked with an embarrassed look on her face. And so the two sat off to the bathroom. Almost as soon as they left the room Olivia felt a ping in her bladder. She leaked a little bit into her panties. “I don’t know if I can walk any farther I have to pee so bad.” Olivia said as she buried her sweaty hands deep in her crotch to relieve pressure. They kept walking anyways. They were right at the door of the bathroom. But suddenly Olivia bent down and stopped walking. “Addison- I can’t stop it. I’m gonna pee myself.” Olivia said. As she said it, her panties started to become soaked. The wetness quickly spread to her but rolling through her crack and soaking through her underwear and making a wet stain on the butt of her pajamas. After that it trickled down her thighs soaking her pants on the way down. Eventually what was left of the stream dripped down her ankles and on to the carpet. As the stream stopped she dashed into the bathroom. Not before Addison slid through. She sat on the lid of the toilet as her jaw trembled and her pants lightly dripped. “Addison I’m so sorry about it I swear!” Olivia said while feeling her wet crotch. Addison didn’t know what to do. She sat down on the counter and looked at Olivia wet pants. She didn’t know how she felt. “Come here.” Addison said opening her arms for a hug. Olivia got up and hugged Addison. But Olivia felt a weird wetness on the front of her thighs. Addison was peeing her pants. Her crotch was right on top of Olivia’s leg. The pee soaked through Addison’s pants. It was the biggest wet spot she had ever seen. It was even bigger than Olivia’s. They both stood there in soaked pants. Addison reached out and felt Olivia’s thigh and all the pee on it. She looked into Olivia’s eyes. Before she knew what was happening Olivia was kissing her repeatedly. “I love you” Olivia said. “I love you more” Addison said. It was the most confident she’d been all night.

A/N: This story will include sex/masturbation from BOTH SEXES!! At the top of each section I will include a warning if there is sex, and if it includes men in detail, and there will be ** next to the paragraph(s) that include it so it can be skipped if wanted. ALSO this is completely fictional and a fantasy! Please don’t do this to real hotels, speaking as someone who works in one, our housekeepers don’t want to clean up after this! I chew my lip as a nervous habit, and right now, it’s swollen. I signed up online, months ago, for a “special getaway” to a hotel in Florida that is hosting a VIP Event. I never thought I’d get chosen to attend, and once I saw that I was I immediately put down the deposit. It was a bit expensive, but that’s to be expected for an event of this nature. Heavy discretion, clean up, and set up. I close my suitcase full of sundresses, bathing suits, panties, and casual clothes and head to the airport. the plane ride was mostly uneventful, though by the end I was feeling a need to pee. Not urgent at all, as it was only a three hour plane ride, but a nice, comfortable urge. I pulled my skirt down a bit as I stood and adjusted my white blouse, exiting the plane. As I waited for my luggage, I squeezed my legs together as my Arousal rose higher. I was finally going to get to indulge in my “interests” with other people, and maybe find someone I can share it with forever. How many people would attend? How much of the hotel can we use? My brain spun as I thought of all Possibilities, and between my legs got more and more wet by the second. the hotel was a forty five minute drive from the airport, and as I waited for my Uber my need got slightly more dire. I bounced my leg as I waited on the bench, enjoying the warm Florida air. I sipped on my Dr. pepper as I sat, hoping it would add to my urge. Soon enough, my Uber arrived and I entered, greeting the driver and turning my attention to my phone. Part of the instructions were to let the hosts know we were driving there, so I let them know I was about 45 minutes out. “What brings you to Florida?” My driver smiled at me in the mirror, a handsome man probably mid twenties. He had dark hair that matched his eyes, and a beard that brought out his white smile. “I’m here for a special event with some.. friends.” Hopefully, we’d be friends by the end. If not more. He nodded and smiled again, as you do in a customer service position. “Well, I hope you have fun. I will also be staying at this hotel for a while. Just finishing up my shift first.” Our eyes met in the rear view mirror again as my clit gained a heartbeat. It had been so long since I last felt the touch of a man on me, and to have the buildup of whatever wet activities we wanted beforehand… ”What made you want to come?” He asked and I bit my lip. You. “Oh, god, everything.” I gushed, and felt this face heat up at how excitable I sounded. “I wanted to find people like me. And do it. Freely.” his smirk killed me, and I added him to a mental list of people I needed to get to know more intimately before the trip was over. “Me too. I wanted to be able to just. Go fucking wild, yknow?” **oh, I knew. I knew I wanted him, and I wanted to pee. Not in a toilet, but in his lap. I bit down on my lip and squeezed my thighs together again, both out of a rising desperation, and to her just any friction between my legs. I fantasized about my Uber driver, straddling him and having his hands all over me as we kissed. I’d grind myself into him, my pink tennis skirt falling just past my ass, pretty white panties with lace, feaux innocence. He’d suck on my neck and I’d moan, leaking into my panties barely enough to show a stain. Moving against each other, my legs unable to close, eventually I’d lose control and wet on his cock, my panties turning see through and his jeans darkening with my piss. I’d feel him harden underneath me even more as I wet us both, my skirt getting weighed down on the edges that my pee touched. When I finished, my warm pee having soaked us both, he’d slide my wet panties to the side and I’d ride him, his piss covered cock slamming into me. My wet skirt would slap against my ass as I bounced on him, releasing a little more as i always do minutes later onto us both. Eventually, he’d cum in me, creating another hot mess id love to have. I swallowed, hard, trying to compose myself to answer. “Yeah. I get it.” I wanted to talk to him more, but I also didn’t want to come off as too forward. I didn’t know how up front to be, or who would be okay with what, and as of right now, he’s still my uber driver. Hopefully later, he would be a hot fuck session, but for now I had to respect him and try to be professional. “so, are you open to sex with the people here?” well, if he’s going to start the conversations, it would be rude not to answer. “Yes, are you?” God, I wanted him to say yes. My bladder was full now, I’d have used the bathroom twenty minutes ago if these were normal circumstances. But, they most definitely were not. He nodded, eyeing me in the mirror. “I most definitely am. Hoping for it, actually.” I could have came right there, between the anxiety-arousal surrounding being so desperate so far from a toilet, the anticipation of the events at the hotel, and the idea of fucking someone, ANYONE who longed for this like I did. “How much farther?” I put a hand between my legs, pressing against my crotch. I did my best not to actively touch myself in this strangers car, but the bumps in the road and how horny and desperate i was made it difficult to deny the temptations. “I really have to pee.” ”oh honey that’s not even fair.” He half laughed at me, leaning back casually to drive with one hand. “I still have a few more hours before I get to see you do that, don’t tease me.” ”I can show you plenty later, I promise.” I couldn’t help but rub myself a little under my skirt. It did help a bit with the desperation, as well, which only worsened with each passing second. “But really, how close are we?” he glanced down at his phone gps. “Five minutes. Think you can hold it?” I laughed, which made me have to press down harder on my crotch. “Yes, I can, trust me. I’ve been much worse off before.” ”you can tell me about those times later, in my room.” He paused. “Your name is Abigail, correct? That’s who it said the Uber was for.” ”yes, and I’m sorry I don’t remember your name.” ”it’s alright. It’s Ethan, I’m sure you’ll be screaming it later, so it’s good to know.” The Uber stopped before the hotel as he finished those promising words, and I almost didn’t have the strength to stand. “Promise?” ”id never lie to a pretty woman.” and with that, I edited the Uber, and looked up at my accommodations for the next few weeks. A gorgeous glass building with green gardens, and a lovely overhang. I saw pools to either side, and knew there was a beach behind it. I entered the doors to a beautiful lobby as well, with marble floors and a waterfall in the center. Signs stating “Omorashi Festival” with pamphlets below were plentiful, along with “21+ signs. I approached the front desk where quickly, the young woman in a black dress asked for my name. “Abigail Evans. For the festival.” she smiled tightly as she typed into the computer. “Welcome, Miss Evans. May I see a ID please?” I danced slightly as I bent down into my luggage for my wallet, my need now urgent. I found my drivers license quickly and handed it to her, trying to be discreet about my need. Then I realized, I don’t have to be here. I shoved a hand between my legs, waiting for my license back. the girl looked at me, handing my my license and a small packet, along with a bigger one. “The small packet has keys and drink vouchers. The big packet is a consent form work rules, please fill it out and return it to me before participating. Would you like to know where the restrooms are?” I grinned as I looked into her eyes, shaking my head. “No, thank you. I won’t be needing them.” END OF CHAPTER ONE! I hope you all like the premise of this! Please let me know if you have any feedback/requests!!

Good morning/afternoon/evening everyone! I've got another new fiction here. This was written as part of my 2022 Omovember run (details here). This story is intended to take place after the end of the season 1 episode "Wing It Like Witches" (hence the title). _____________________ Amity Blight sat quietly on the couch, sipping her cup of tea. It wasn’t the best, but she expected that. This shabby shack known as the Owl House wasn’t going to have the same high-quality selection as her home manor. At least it was tolerable. Taste aside, Amity was enjoying herself. For the first time in many years, she was hanging out with people she actually liked, people who made her happy. This evening wasn’t without its awkwardness, however. It was still pretty weird being in the home of a wanted criminal, with a broken foot, sitting on a rugged old couch between her former best friend and the girl she secretly had a huge crush on. Because of this, Amity spent a lot of time silently gulping down cups of tea, trying to take in the moment, only speaking up when she had something important to add. Despite all of this, Amity didn’t feel like she was imposing. These people accepted her. They weren’t placing expectations on her. She was comfortable. Well, she was comfortable. Not anymore. Guzzling down so much tea had its consequences. Consequences Amity was now acutely aware of. The drinks were catching up to her. The witchling’s bladder was filling rapidly. What started out as a light tingle only minutes ago had evolved into a heavy pounding in her abdomen. Amity quietly scooted her legs together, unable to cross them due to the large cast on her right foot. She really wanted to go to the bathroom, but there were a few issues. First, she had no idea where the bathroom was. Second, she really didn’t want to mention needing the toilet around Luz. Third, Amity had always been shy about excusing herself to take care of such things, due in no small part to her mother’s persistent “etiquette” training. She and her siblings were taught never to mention such needs unless it was an absolute emergency. Even then, they were encouraged to silently hold it until whatever conversation or meeting they were in was over. But this wasn’t a formal party. Amity didn’t need to worry about being so proper. She just needed to wait for a break in the conversation. Unfortunately, there was no such break. Everyone kept talking. Right now, Eda was in the middle of some long-winded story about her younger days, and it didn’t seem like she was going to finish any time soon. Amity began to restlessly fidget with the hem of her skirt. She badly wanted to hold herself, but what kind of impression would that give? This was her first time spending time with these people. She didn’t want to look like some child who couldn’t control her bladder. She set her empty cup on the table. She struggled to remember how many she had drank. Four? Five? However many, it had been a mistake. Luz picked up the tea pot and motioned to Amity’s cup, asking if she wanted another. The green haired girl placed her hand over her cup and shook her head. The mere thought of pouring liquid sent a chill down her spine. She didn’t want to consider adding any more to her system. Amity gripped her tights nervously. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “Everything alright?” Luz asked. Amity froze. Was she being that obvious? Her cheeks blushed. For a brief moment, a war broke out in the witch’s mind between her dignity and her need for relief. A painful spasm from her bladder decided that fight. “Um… Miss Eda?” Amity mumbled, staring at the floor, “Where is your… um… bathroom?” “What was that?” Eda asked loudly. Amity cleared her throat. “Where is…” “Seriously, speak up, baby Blight!” The Owl Lady interrupted. Amity shivered as she was assailed by another wave of desperation. “Where’s the bathroom?” She shouted. The momentary silence felt like a lifetime. Amity’s whole face went red. Had she just embarrassed herself in front of everyone? “Oh.” Eda responded calmly, “Yeah, it’s up… stairs…” She trailed off, a look of realization crossing her face. “Upstairs?” Amity gulped. With her injured leg, stairs were a real obstacle for the young witch. She could manage it, but it would take some time, and time was something she didn’t have. “Do you need someone to carry you?” Luz asked. Amity’s eyes shot wide open. Her breath caught in her throat. It was bad enough to be carried to the infirmary earlier. Getting carried to the bathroom? No, no way. “You know what?” Amity said, “I could probably just summon an abomination to help me… Haha… Yeah… That should work.” She lifted a shaky hand and drew a circle in the air. An unstable circle of magic floated there briefly before shattering uselessly. Between her extreme nervousness and her extreme desperation, the young witch was having a hard time concentrating. Any kind of magic would be next to impossible in this state. Eda laughed into her tea cup. “Looks like someone’s in trouble.” She snorted, “Just accept the help, Blight, before you ruin my couch.” “I… uh… w-well…” The green haired witch stuttered. She looked nervously around the room. Surely, she had to have another choice besides Luz. She didn’t want to think about the human carrying her in this state, standing outside the bathroom, overhearing as she… Amity shuddered. One by one, she evaluated the others in the room. Eda wasn’t in any rush to help and she wasn’t exactly reliable. Gus was small, it would be really awkward for him to support her. Not to mention getting help from a boy in this matter would be almost as embarrassing as getting help from Luz. Amity turned to Willow with pleading eyes. The plant track witch looked away and rubbed the side of her head, “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that…” An obnoxious, high pitched voice cut through the air as the door flew open. “I could carry her~~~” Hooty said. His strange, worm-like body stretched in front of the couch. Amity recoiled in disgust. “Not even if I were literally dieing.” She said, harshly. The bird tube huffed and slithered back outside, slamming the door behind him. Amity hated this. She really hated this. It looked like Luz was her only option. ‘This is fine.’ Amity reasoned to herself, ‘She’s just helping you up the stairs. It’s not like she’s going to come into the bathroom with you. Not like she’s going to watch you as you…’ She couldn’t even finish the thought. Amity’s mind went completely blank. “Oh, man, is it really that bad?” Luz shouted, bringing Amity back to reality. “W-what?” Amity bolted upright in shock. She squeezed her legs tightly together as she felt her control slipping. “Your face is all red.” Luz explained. “Oh. N-no, it’s fine…” Amity stumbled over her words, “I mean, yeah, I need to go, but it’s not, like, an emergency or anything, you know! Haha. It’s not like I’m worried about losing control. I mean, yeah, it would still be good to go now. Just, you know, because…” Amity trailed off. Everyone was staring at her. “Yeah, let’s go…” She muttered. Luz jumped up from the couch and grabbed Amity’s crutches off the floor. She handed them to Amity as the witch lifted herself up. Amity leaned against her crutch for a second, taking deep breaths. Standing up made her realize just how full she really was. It felt like there was a grudgby ball in her stomach. Once she regained her composure, Amity began to awkwardly hobble to the stairway with Luz following behind. Luz draped Amity’s arm over her shoulders to help lift her off the injured foot. Amity tried not to think about how close they were right now. Luz felt so warm. Her shoulders were so soft. This would be a wonderful moment if it weren’t for the immense burden in Amity’s stomach. Shakily, Amity grabbed the railing nearest her. Luz tucked the crutch under her arm between the two. They began their slow ascent, one step at a time. Halfway up the stairs, another wave crashed into Amity’s bladder. She inhaled sharply and leaned over. Her bad leg twisted in front of her good one in a frantic fight to maintain control. During this struggle, the crutch slipped from between the girls and loudly clattered down the steps. “Are you ok?” Luz asked. “Y-yeah…” Amity lied, “Just… a little winded.” “Do you want me to grab that?” Luz gestured toward the crutch. Amity looked back. It had fallen all the way down to the first floor. She quietly whimpered at the thought of another delay. “L-let’s just keep going.” She concluded. After several agonizing minutes, the duo reached the landing. Amity leaned against the wall to catch her breath. “Ok, it’s just down this hall.” Luz pointed. Sure enough, just a short distance away was a door with a girls’ bathroom sign and a hastily scrawled note that read “And King”. Amity was so close. Relief was in sight. Just a little further. Realization struck her. How was she going to do this without her crutches? Luz could help her down the hall, but what about inside the bathroom? This thought caused the green haired witch to stumble. She nearly fell face-first to the floor, but Luz managed to catch her. This last jolt threw Amity to the brink. She trembled while Luz helped her stand up. Amity could feel the entire contents of her bladder trying to spill out. It felt like it was right at the edge of her pee hole. The slightest touch could send her over the edge. Pride was out the window at this point. Amity squirmed and thrust both hands between her legs. “Th-This is bad…” She muttered to herself. “Oh my gosh!” Luz shouted, “Don’t worry, I got you!” Before the witchling could say another word, she was swept off her feet. It took a second to realize what was going on. Luz had just picked her up. Amity couldn’t manage anything other than a startled squeak. She was overwhelmed by a mix of intense sensations. The human’s arms, her shirt, the motion, her own overwhelmed bladder… The one thought in Amity’s mind was that she absolutely could not afford to lose control now. If she did, it wouldn’t just be her clothes getting ruined. Her pee would get on Luz, the girl she admired so intensely. It wasn’t just her dignity on the line anymore, it was her entire social- and possibly romantic- future. Amity twisted her legs together. Every step jostled the sea inside her. It felt like her bladder was about to pop. “Ok…” Luz started awkwardly, “Now, can you help me get the door open?” Slowly, Amity slid one hand from between her thighs. She shakily reached outward. The door violently burst open. “HOOT! Door owl Hooty, at your service!” The house demon shouted, exploding through the door. Luz let out a startled yelp and fell back. Amity threw her arms out to catch herself. She hit the ground hard. That was the last straw. The delicate control Amity had fought so desperately to maintain was broken. Her pee began to leak out. It started as a slight dribble and rapidly picked up in intensity until it was a full-blown torrent. The witch clenched her thighs and grabbed herself with one hand, but it was too late. She had held too much for too long, her body had given up. Amity went limp and stared at the ceiling. Her tights grew warm, starting at her lap and spreading outward in all directions. The urine flowed freely out of her. Most of it spread down her legs and around her hips, some pooled on her stomach, wetting the bottom of her school shirt. The fabric of her tights provided little resistance as the liquids cascaded down her legs and onto the floor. The witchling laid there in stunned silence. The world stood still. She couldn’t see, hear, or feel anything except the river constantly flowing out of her. She wasn’t sure how long it was before she stopped. A minute? An hour? A year? She wasn’t even exactly sure she had finished until the once warm fluids started to grow cold. Amity shifted in place. Something felt off. The floor was uneven. It was also softer than she expected. Her eyes went wide, her face was burning. ‘No! No no no!’ Her thoughts raced. Amity dared to glance over to her side. There, in the corner of her vision, was the unmistakable tan skin of Luz the human. Underneath her. Amity’s breath caught in her throat. Her whole body went cold. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Not only had she just wet her pants, she just peed on top of her crush! That was it! It was all over. There was no way to recover from this. Luz would hate her. Everyone would laugh at her. She would never be able to show her face again. Amity would live the rest of her life as a recluse. ‘Titan, kill me now.’ She thought, then lay back and waited for the world to end. “...ity! Amity!” Something broke through the haze. A voice. Someone was talking. Was it an angel? Was she dead? The answer was yes for one of those questions. But Amity was still alive. Amity opened her eyes. Luz’s face filled her vision. She didn’t look angry. She looked scared, concerned even. “Amity! Are you ok?” She asked, frantically, “You didn’t hit your head did you?” Physically, Amity was ok. Mentally? Emotionally? Not so much. The witchling sat up, freeing the human under her. “No… I’m ok…” She answered, grimly. Luz sighed in relief, “Good, listen…” Amity didn’t want to listen. She wanted to fix this. She didn’t want to lose the one good thing to happen to her in years. Amity buried her head against her knees. Both girls spoke at the same time. “I’m sorry!” There was silence. They stared at each other. “Why are you sorry?” Amity managed to ask. “I didn’t mean to drop you! I just got so startled and my foot slipped and…” “It’s ok.” Amity interrupted, “It wasn’t your fault. It was that weird bird… tube… thing.” Luz helped the young witch to her feet. While she stood, Amity caught a glimpse of Luz’s clothes. Her school uniform was wet. The skirt and shirt glistened, her multi-colored tights were darkened. “Why are you sorry?” Luz asked. “Because I… did this…” Amity gestured to her damp clothes, “And I got my… you know… on you.” “Amity, it’s fine.” Luz reassured, placing a hand on Amity’s shoulder, “It wasn’t your fault. If I hadn’t dropped you, none of this would have happened.” Amity looked up. Luz’s face was so genuine. She had a slight smile. She was so beautiful. “So, you’re not… mad?” The witchling asked. “Why would I be? It was an accident. We all have them.” “And you’re not… grossed out?” Luz shrugged, “Eh. This is the Boiling Isles. When it comes to gross bodily fluids I’ve been covered in, this doesn’t even crack the top ten.” Amity giggled. “There’s a smile!” Luz cheered. “Now.” She continued, “Let’s get you cleaned up. I think I have some spare clothes that will fit you.” Amity blushed. Borrowing? Luz’s clothes? She was dumbstruck. She stayed silent as Luz helped her to the shower. Before Luz left the room, Amity spoke up. “What about the… um… puddle?” “Don’t worry about that. I can take care of it. Just focus on you right now.” Luz shut the door behind her, leaving Amity alone, sitting on the edge of the tub, staring at the wall. How could this human be so nice to her? After taking a minute to collect herself, Amity took off her dirty clothes and set them on the counter. She hauled herself into the shower, leaning unsteadily against the wall. While the warm water cascaded over her, there was a knock at the door. Before Amity could say anything, the door creaked open. Even though the shower curtain was drawn, Amity gasped and covered herself with her arms. “Alright, I brought you some fresh clothes. Sorry there’s not much of a selection, but they should do for now.” It was Luz. She had just barged in. For some reason, this made Amity’s heart flutter. “I also brought your crutches and a bag for your wet clothes. Let me know if you need anything else.” Amity had trouble finding her voice. She only managed to croak out a feeble “Thanks.” “And try not to take too long. I don’t want to rush you, but Willow’s getting squirmy.” Luz added before closing the door. Amity buried her face in her hands. Tears welled up in her eyes. This human was too perfect. Once she regained her composure, Amity quickly cleaned herself off and stepped out of the shower. There was a pair of jeans and a purple and white striped shirt messily folded on the counter. They were a little loose on her, but fit well enough. She shoved her soiled uniform into the bag. When she opened the door, Amity saw that the puddle she left earlier was gone. Without the burden of a bursting bladder, Amity was able to manage getting down the stairs on her own. Everyone was still waiting in the living room. Luz had changed into her pajamas. Amity felt like she should say something. She cleared her throat and rubbed the back of her neck. “Sorry, everyone. I guess I pushed myself too far. Listen, can you please not tell anyone about what happened? I didn’t mean to…” She was interrupted by Eda’s raucous laughter. “Are you kidding? This is prime blackmail material. No way I’m giving that away for free.” Willow stood up and placed a hand on Amity’s shoulder. “It’s not the first embarrassing story between us.” She said, “You’re fine, Blight. For now.” While that ominous statement hung in the air, Willow took off hurriedly up the stairs. “Gossip isn’t really my thing.” Gus said with a shrug, “My lips are sealed.” The door opened and Hooty stretched his worm-like body around Amity’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, I’ll never tell~~~” His voice grated on Amity’s ears. “All your secrets and embarrassing stories are safe with me. Like how I didn’t tell anyone Luz wet the bed last week.” “Hooty!” Luz shouted, throwing a pillow at the house demon. He retracted back out of the room. “Don’t worry, Amity.” Luz said, her tone softening, “You’re one of us now. We don’t hurt each other like that.” Amity blushed and a wide smile crossed her face. “Well, I should probably get home. I’ve got some… laundry to do…” Everyone said their goodbyes and Amity left. On the way home, she felt strangely… light. Despite the horrifying accident, Amity was happy. These new friends were definitely the right choice.

It's been several months since I last posted a real-life experience involving my wife wearing and wetting diapers. So here's a new installment (see my post history for a few posts about how we got started and some of our first experiences). One more recent development in the last few months is that my wife has become much more able to really just "let go", as in relax to the point where her pee just flows without a lot of thought or effort. But beginning sometime this past spring she found it much easier to relax to a point where it just comes. And it sure does come! Now she has a tendency for pushing a diaper to capacity and leaking, because it often happens (even with good quality diapers). I have to check her pretty regularly to make sure she isn't going to soak her outer clothes and whatever she's sitting or laying on, because otherwise she will. And there have been several occasions when she's nearing full and I check and tell her we need to either get her changed into a dry pair or wrap up for the night and instead she goes and hides somewhere and by the time I find her or she comes out of her hiding place she's obviously dripping. So that's the setup for this latest diapered experience, the night I got thoroughly soaked. I should also note just so we are all clear, she's fine with me bragging on her like this so long as I redact a few details here and there and I write nothing that could identify our location or describe her appearance/characteristics (though I will just say she's very attractive). We were out on the private patio, early summer, kids sleeping, no other people around. We started out sitting side by side, having a small glass of wine each, and a steamy secret between us. That secret, of course, being that I'd diapered her in the bedroom a few minutes prior and she'd already leaked a little bit of pee into it. She hadn't moved or flinched or given any indication whatsoever, not even having stopped conversation or anything to do it. But already the first time I checked her, there was definitely some there. The evening progressed. The kids had stayed asleep, we'd each had some ice water, we'd talked and flirted and played a card game, and now it was starting to get late. I'd checked her padding every twenty minutes or so and there was some increased bulk in the bottom center and a little bit in front, but not yet to the point of really being squishy. Definitely could still take more. At one point mid-evening when I put a finger inside her leg gathers to check the state of her padding I felt a short burst of hot liquid hitting my fingers; I looked up at her face, surprised, but she just said, "When I'm relaxed like this it just comes. I hope you don't mind!" I didn't mind, though I was exercising quite a bit of self control at the moment in ways I'm sure you all can imagine. This wasn't the first time she'd peed on my hand when it was inside her diaper, but it was the first time I didn't know it was coming. An hour or so passed and the evening was about over. We'd need to get some sleep soon. The moon was a thin sliver just trying to peek out of the clouds and trees surrounding us. Despite it being early summer there was an ever so slight coolness in the breeze. Frogs were croaking, insects chirping and buzzing, and an occasional sound of distant thunder came in over the hills. I moved from the patio chairs at the table to a bench. My wife crinkled over and I motioned to her to sit down next to me to cuddle. But instead she sat down on my lap, facing me. Her shorts were fitting tightly and there was no mistaking the thick padding underneath. I could feel some pretty significant squish as she settled into my lap. With a different angle to check from, I felt down the front, back, and inside the leg gathers. Moderately full by this point, definitely more squish than an hour before, but also fairly cool to the touch. Seemed like maybe she hadn't added anything more in the last half hour or so. That maybe should have been a warning sign, but I also figured we were about to go inside and wrap up for the evening, after a quick cuddle. And so my wife lay her head down on my shoulder, facing my neck, and closed her eyes. We stayed there in the stillness for several minutes. I don't know now how long it was. Maybe ten, fifteen, even twenty minutes, just still, not moving, barely a whisper. Just enjoying the togetherness. She gave just enough indications to show she was thoroughly relaxed, but not sleeping. Suddenly and without warning, without any movement on her part to give me any sign it was coming, my lap warmed up. But after about ten seconds I felt it - in the middle of both of my thighs, a spreading warmth -- and wetness. I gently and slowly slid my hand down to her cloth shorts, which were quite wet. As were my shorts. My wife's face was nestled in my neck, her arms wrapped around my back. Moments later and my lap was engulfed in warm wetness, but so were my legs, and some was pooling in my water shoes, I could hear dripping on the patio, and then noticed that my shirt was also wet up to above my navel. But my wife didn't move, flinch, or even give any indication of being aware that she'd completely defeated her padding. She finished without moving and just gave a happy sigh maybe thirty seconds afterward. And so we sat for a few more minutes. Soon, though, I whispered "It's time for bed." "Carry me," she whispered sleepily. I slipped off my wet water shoes, picked her up, and carried her into the master bedroom. But instead of laying her on the bed, I took her into the bathroom and gently laid her down on a soft bath mat. "Oh, something different," she murmured, not seeming to know *why* we were doing something different. I got both of us cleaned up, tossing both of our clothes in the laundry bin. Skipping over some very private and personal details as is our agreement, I next asked her how she wanted to sleep. "I better wear another," she said. "I'm so relaxed I'm worried I might not remember I don't have anything on in the night." And so I put a dry diaper on her and we went to bed. My sleep was distracted, as is often the case when my hot diapered wife is in bed next to me, and when I did sleep my dreams returned to the events of a few hours prior. I know she was a little wet by 1 in the morning and more so by 3 in the morning. We were both more wide awake around 4:00 and so we checked in with each other to make sure all good from the evening's events. (A good habit communication-wise to ensure that if something is "off" it is addressed and resolved promptly versus simmering over time and leading to misunderstanding or hurt feelings.) I changed her out of her moderately wet diaper at this point too, as even though it was not nearing capacity we don't want to go too late into the night and approach morning due to responsibilities with kids (who are almost always up before us) and how quickly things get busy. Have to get out of bed and hit the ground running when morning comes in this family! But I asked her if she had any memory of how this diaper got wet. She responded that she wasn't really paying attention so honestly didn't know how many times or when, but knew she had "let go" right on the verge of sleep or barely waking up more than once so knew it wouldn't be dry. Though she was pretty sure she hadn't peed involuntarily or when actually asleep, it did seem it was good we went with the second diaper that night! Who knows what might have happened otherwise! I did ask her a couple days later if she knew how much she'd soaked that night and she said she thought she probably leaked a little bit but only then did everything come together for her and she realized that's why we'd gone into the bathroom and that's why I'd changed my clothes, and was then a bit embarrassed and apologized and wanted to make sure it hadn't been a problem for me. I assured her it was not, no apology was needed, and all was well. (She would go on to push a pull-up just past its limit that evening and seemed to confidently enjoy doing so, so it doesn't seem to have weakened her desire to leak at all). Though a total soaking to the degree of that one steamy, wet night of a few months ago has not yet happened again. Then again that might be hard to replicate!

Hi, new here—22/f/United States—I thought I'd post about some experiences in the realm of omo + actual desperation and wetting I've had with my boyfriend, one that happened last night, in particular. Btw, you can call me "A" 🙂 So I'll start with last night: TLDR; that day I had emergency surgery, i.e., a dilation and curettage, to remove a ruptured uterine fibroid. In post-op, one of my docs debriefed me on my discharge instructions and what to expect from my body as it recovers from surgery. One of (the many) things to expect? Incontinence, lasting up to a week. As someone who already deals with mild-moderate stress and urge incontinence, I wrongly thought I knew what was in store for me—though luckily, I did have a 9-pack of Goodnites on hand, sparing me from an embarrassing trip to the CVS across from my apartment. I get dropped off at my apartment around 4:30 pm. Having not had any fluids several hours before arriving at the hospital late that morning, I quite literally toss back a glass of cranberry juice and a 16oz Poland Spring, still wearing the disposable cotton underwear and maxi-pad provided by the hospital. Not even twenty minutes later, as I'm fiddling with the DVD player in my living room above the TV, my bladder begins to void—no warning, no bodily cue letting me know I had to go. Within seconds, I peed through the maxi-pad and disposable underwear, soaking my sweatpants and making a DVD player-sized puddle on the floor. I'm caught off guard by this, but ultimately unfazed—I clean up and put on a Goodnite. 6 pm: I'm on my couch watching a movie, about 2/3 of my way through another Poland Spring, nursing a bowl of chicken noodle soup. My very worried boyfriend (25/m)—who had been utterly in the dark about my surgery until I FaceTimed him in an anesthesia-induced fugue state in post-op—calls me to ask if he can swing by in a couple of hours. I, of course, agree. Thirty-ish minutes later, I feel myself leak, followed by a massive wave of urgency and pressure in my bladder. Caught off guard and, I guess, against my better judgment, I stand up from my position on the couch in an attempt to make it to the bathroom. Immediately, I begin peeing at full force. I grab myself in a semi-successful effort to control the stream, i.e., it slows, but doesn't stop; with my hands between my legs, I make it five feet from the couch before the pressure in my bladder surges beyond my ability to hold on any longer and start to pee uncontrollably. The feeling of involuntarily voiding my bladder makes me reflexively bend over, sending the majority of my stream of pee to the front of my Goodnite, which quickly, and audibly, saturates and overflows. Streams of pee begin running down my bare thighs (all I had on was one of my boyfriend's sweatshirts which, on me, pretty much function as a nightgown) and accumulate in a small puddle at my feet, maybe 5 inches in diameter. Frustrated, but now with an understanding of what the doctor meant when she mentioned "incontinence" as something to expect, I clean the floor, shower from the waist down, put on another Goodnite, and resume watching my movie. My boyfriend (let's call him T so as to avoid the phrase "my boyfriend" littering the remainder of this post umpteen times) comes over at around 8 pm. T is familiar with (and sympathetic to) my weak bladder—I've leaked, unintentionally and intentionally, in front of him before, in situations that contextualize/more or less excuse it, e.g., on walks, hikes, long car rides, etc. I've told him about full-blown accidents I've had; his response is always that "it's cute." However, I've never fully peed myself in front of T. The most I've leaked in front of him—up to this point—is a teacup-sized wet spot on my jeans (this happened earlier this month, on hour three of a seven-hour drive.) And I've certainly never worn, nor desired to wear, protective underwear (let's just call them what they are, diapers) diapers in front of him. He knocks on my door with a bouquet of flowers and card in hand, and we continue watching the movie I'd put on three hours earlier (the movie is Paul Thomas Anderson's 1999 film Magnolia, it's really, absurdly long, but otherwise fabulous). Before T arrived, I'd finished my soup, and had roughly 1/2 of a 20oz bottle of Gatorade—upon his arrival, I'd made each of us a peppermint tea with which, at 8:30, I was just about finished. Around 8:45, the credits roll—T and I are on the couch, his head is nestled in the crook of my neck and shoulder, and my legs are swung over his lap. I shift to place a pillow behind my back, scooching closer to T in the process, and feel a twinge in my bladder—followed by a leak. T seems oblivious, and I don't doubt he is, but given the likelihood and imminence of an accident, I open my mouth to say...something. Something, yeah? Anything. To tell him—tell him... Tell him what, exactly? That his 22-year-old girlfriend has no bladder control, at least for the next few days, and needs to wear a diaper? Well, fuck. Here goes nothing. "This is so embarrassing, but—feel my butt," I say. T shoots me a look best described as curiously amused and reaches under my sweatpants (the same pair I'd had an accident in earlier, they'd finished in the wash before T came). For lack of a better term: he gently feels up my padded butt. With his hand still there, I shake my head, breaking eye contact, "I—it's protective underwear," I swallow. "Just—with the surgery—you know, not for forever...for a couple of days, though, I can't—I can't really hold it, like, when I need to pee." I look back up at him. "Can I see what they look like?" asks T. I must look a little taken aback, because T shoots me another look as if to say, "Don't be weird." Sheepishly, I lower the band of my sweatpants. T moves the hand he has on my butt to graze the fabric of the top of the Goodnite, putting a negligible (but in my case, substantial) amount of pressure on my bladder, causing me to spurt. I bite my lip to stop the flow, which must look like my discomfort related to T's touch, who gently lifts his hand. "Don't be embarrassed, I don't care," he says. "I—I'm not embarrassed, it's, um," I stutter, squirming as more pee dribbles out of my urethra. "I just—I need to pee, like, now, and I can't, you know, I can't really hold—" T cuts me off. "Just go." To my surprise, my eyes well up with tears. "It's embarrassing," I say, quietly. T hoists me onto his lap; the motion of this, of course, causes my bladder to spasm, and, against my will, my detrusor muscle relaxes. Continuing to squirm and futilely squeeze my thighs together, I begin peeing uncontrollably into my Goodnite, on my boyfriend's lap. I pee at full force for 45 seconds before the stream of pee wanes to a dribble, and am fleetingly put at ease upon making the judgment that the Goodnite has managed to contain the wetness, when my bladder spasms again. Pee begins audibly hissing against my swollen Goodnite before soaking the fabric of the seat of my sweatpants - my boyfriend's sweatpants. The stream tapers off soon after this, but not before my pee pools onto my boyfriend's lap, saturating his jeans. Slackjawed, I mumble, "I—I couldn't hold it, I really—I couldn't hold it." I feel T nod and gently begin to pet the back of my head. We sit for a minute before T helps me change. I put his jeans and my sweatpants—his sweatpants—in the wash. I'm apologizing profusely at ten or twenty-second intervals throughout all of this, of course, which T responds to by covering his ears and kissing my forehead. 10:00 pm, probably: T insists I go to bed while the washing machine finishes. 11:00 pm, maybe: T takes the clothes out of the dryer. 12:15 pm: Next to me, T reads the second-to-last chapter of his book, when he feels - well, hears - hears the sloshing of me shifting positions in bed, specifically, and reaches his hand between my thighs to check if I'm dry, which I am - albeit not for long; T leaves his hand there for some time, likely weighing his options— To wake me, or not to wake me, that is the question / Whether 'tis nobler in the mind... —and decides to do the latter, which means one thing: he thinks I'm asleep. I'm very much awake. ***More experiences in story form soon, I promise! This took me way longer to write than anticipated, though, so I'm cutting myself off for the day, lol*** Xoxo, A

Hi guys, this is the first ever story that I've written. It's by no means a masterpiece as I am certainly no author. I just had an idea and wanted to get it out there. I'm planning on including all of the tags I've used at some point within the chapters so sorry if your favourite hasn't come up yet. I have ideas of the direction the story will take so if you guys like it then please let me know and I'll keep posting. If you don't like it then let me know and I'll stop posting and just keep the stories to myself. One thing I will say is that these chapters will all be quite long and some may not have much actual wetting content. I'm a story lover so I'm also going to be telling a story with this. For those who don't like that sort of thing, I will try to remember to put a sort of scale at the start of the chapter, indicating how much wetting content is in it for you to just skip to. I'm not going to be indicating which tags will be used in each chapter though so you'll just have to take a gamble. For those of you who want to read the story, thank you and I hope you enjoy it. Also, please let me know of any spelling/grammar or continuity mistakes. I'm not an English major but I know how frustrating it can be when you're engrossed in something and then you spot a mistake, so I will edit it accordingly. Anyway, on with the show... Chapter 1: A New Beginning Wetting Content: Small We had been on the road for almost 3 hours. It was a hot, sunny afternoon in the middle of June and my neither my mum, brother or me had any energy to talk to eachother. Every water bottle from the pack of 6 we brought with us had been used up an hour ago, and we still had another hour's drive left. As I sat there in the back seat of my mum's new company car, I looked out the window and began to think about what our new home might be like. My mum had recently been promoted in her career, and whilst that meant a big salary increase and new car, it also meant travelling to a new town over 200 miles south of where I know. I'm very much an introvert at heart, and in my 19 years of being on this planet I've only ever had what I would consider 1 true friend. That friendship ended when I was 7 and then they moved away too. I'd never even had a relationship. Not that I hadn't had any interest, after all a 5'5 girl with the hair of Hermione from Harry Potter, and the figure of Scarlett Johansson was bound to attract a few eyes. Throw in a few freckles on my milky white skin and apparently I'm like a single flower surrounded by bees. Still, I had grown used to it over the past couple of years to the point where I barely noticed. The stares had certainly died down amongst the local boys, and even a few girls in my town. Everyone knew what I looked like by now. I was comfortable in my old town, but now I'm having to move away from the familiar faces, away from the only house I've ever lived in and move to a town none of us have ever heard of, and a house that none of us have ever seen. Not in person anyway. We'd seen a few photos that the estate agent had provided us with, but they weren't the best, and I never trust those photos anyway, they always hide something. The ones we saw made the house look very nice with it's angles and fisheye lense to make the house seem bigger. The walls seemed very clean and damp free from what I could see, so that was a good sign, and it seemed to have been renovated recently with modern appliances, but I still had my reservations. For one the carpets all seemed to be an off shade of yellow, and looked like they had stains all over them. Another there was only one photo of the bathroom, or should I say half the bathroom, as it only showed the bath and sink! However we didn't have much time to consider multiple options and as my mum said, we can always replace carpets. As we approached the welcome sign of our new town, we all gave an internal cheer. 4 hours on the move without stopping had left us all quite desperate for the toilet. I had asked to stop about 90 minutes ago when the need to pee had first started, figuring that the others would also want to relieve themselves. My mum on the other hand thought we all could hold it, she didn't like stopping if she could help it, even when nature was very clearly calling. This stubborn attitude had resulted in a few close calls and the occasional accident on past road trips, and she refused to learn from her mistake. Sure enough, as we turned down our new street I saw my mum and brother shuffle a little bit in their seats. I had also unconsciously started rocking back and forth with my hand between my legs. Our new street was long, and as I looked out the car window at all of the houses going by I saw a little kid having a water bomb fight with his dad in the front garden. I watched him laughing and running around, it was a nice thing to see, and I gave a small smile before noticing the wet patch on the kid's trousers. "Great" I thought, "what a perfect reminder of what will happen if we don't get to the house soon". I rolled my eyes and looked back out of the window, just in time to glance at the father. I could've sworn I saw a wet patch almost identical to his son's, and the rest of his clothes looked bone dry so it was either an unfortunate shot with a water bomb, or something else. As I tried to do a double take the house went out of view, and the luggage piled in the boot stopped me from looking out the back window. I shrugged it off as a trick of the light instead and went back to looking at the houses. They were all very modest, new build, semi-detached houses with a small patch of lawn out the front and a driveway big enough for 2 cars. My mum never told me how much the house was, but she did seem to think it was an absolute steal, and after pulling into our new drive and looking up at the house I had to agree. There was no way my mum could afford this place on her own normally, even with the pay rise. My mum and my dad had split when I was very young, so she raised me and my brother pretty much single handedly, and this promotion had meant a lot to us. I didn't have time to marvel at the new house and wonder how my mum got such a bargain though, because as soon as the keys in the car's ignition were turned and the engine gently switched off, it was a mad rush to the front door. My brother had a big disadvantage as he was the opposite side of the car to the house, but he is 6'2, thin as a rake and 3 years older than me, so he was able to round the car and reach the front door around the same time as me and mum. We were all dancing around at this point. As my mum fumbled for the keys she gasped, threw her hand between her legs and clenched them together, screwing up her white, knee high pleated skirt in the process. My mum is very much like me physically. She is only 37 as she had me very young, and as I've grown older we've started to be mistaken for sisters more and more. The only major difference is her bright blue dyed hair, which always makes me think of Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim Vs The World. As she gasped I looked down, and as I did so I saw a small trickle of pee go down her left leg. Seeing this only made my own situation worse, and sure enough a small spurt of pee escaped into my own panties. I managed not to gasp and alert the others about what had happened, but then panic started to set in. Unlike my mum, who could just cover up an accident with her skirt, I decided to sit the long drive in my light blue skinny jeans, which would definitely show any signs of an accident. My brother had had enough, so with him being a guy, he decided to go round the side of the house and use his natural super power of being able to pee anywhere. I've always been jealous of that. My mum finally got the key in the door, unlocked it and stumbled inside. Unfortunately for me she was a few seconds too late, as at that moment my brother had started to relieve himself against the wall and the sound of the pee hitting brick reached my ears. Another spurt of pee escaped into my pants, bigger this time and I felt a bit trickle down my leg. I couldn't hold my gasp back this time, but luckily my mum had already shot off inside the house, leaving the keys in the wide open door, so neither she nor my brother heard. I managed to compose myself, grabbed the keys, went inside and closed the door. An air freshener went off as I did so, which must be on a sensor and programmed to go off whenever someone walked on the house judging from the little red light pointing down at the door. I turned and saw the house in person for the first time. As first impressions go when you enter a new house whilst fighting the urge not to just relax and let over 4 hours worth of built up pee empty into your pants, this one wasn't bad. I started heading towards the stairs whilst looking around, and saw that the house was actually quite spacious, the photos weren't lying as much as I thought. It was mostly empty though except for a few white goods in the kitchen that I could see down the hall and for some reason a wall mounted clothes horse above the radiator near the front door. I had just got to the stairs when I heard a loud "What the fuck!" Come from above me. I headed up the stairs slowly so as not to accidently release another spurt of pee into my jeans, and after eventually reaching the top, walked towards the open door to the bathroom. When I got to the doorway I looked around again. It was huge, almost as big as the lounge of the old house. The first thing I noticed was that my mum was sitting in what was very clearly the sink with her skirt up to her waist but her panties were nowhere to be seen. She was still wearing them. This was obviously very odd but I attributed it to her being so desperate that just saw the first thing with a drain and went for it, and didn't have time to pull her panties down. She had a very relaxed look on her face with her eyes closed and I could hear the sound of her pee hissing into her panties and then hitting the porcelein sink. The urge to release came back to me in full force, but I was able to control myself this time by crossing my legs and clenching like my life depended on it. I walked inside the bathroom after the urge died down slightly and looked around for the toilet. I had made it to the bath when my eyes widened in shock as the realisation hit me. There isn't one. I could barely move at this point and I definitely didn't have time to search the house. It's probably the room next door, but if I moved again then the floodgates would surely open and I would be standing in a puddle with wet jeans. I did the only thing that I could think of, I undid my jeans, grabbed the waistband of both them and my panties and shoved them to my ankles. Then in the same movement I angled my butt and vagina over the side of the bath tub and relaxed. The feeling was incredible. I closed my eyes and audibly moaned as I unclenched and the pee started gushing out down the inside of the bath towards the plug. It felt like it went on for hours, hours of pure bliss to be finally relaxed. I hadn't had a pee that lasted that long or felt that good in years. Once the flow had finally stopped I kept sitting there with my eyes closed, still recovering from that feeling. After a few more seconds I opened my eyes to see my mum still sat on the sink looking at me. I smiled at her but the smile was not reciprocated. Instead what I got was a look of confusion. She got down from the sink and dropped her skirt down, then looked back at me with the same look and said: "I ran around the whole house just now to find the toilet and found nothing. There isn't one in here, so unless I missed it in my desperation, that means there's no toilet in the house". I looked down at the floor between my mum's legs and saw a few drops of pee hit the ground that had fallen from her still soaked panties. My mum also looked down, but she looked at my jeans that were at my ankles and saw the wet spot that had formed at the crotch. "I guess neither of us quite made it in time" she said. "You think!?" I shot back in a very sarcastic tone "I asked you if we could stop over an hour ago and you refused, now we've both got wet underwear". "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I may have misjudged the situation but I wanted to get here before rush hour and before the moving truck, I still don't know how bad the roads are around here". I was still annoyed but could tell that her appology was genuine, so I didn't push it. Instead I just told her it's ok, got up and pulled the damp clothes back up my legs. It felt weird not wiping, but the toilet paper was still in the car, not that it would have made any difference now anyway. Thinking about that suddenly made what my mum had just said register in my brain. "Hang on, there's no toilet in the house? At all?! What the hell are we going to do when we need to go?!" "I don't know honey, I'll have to call the estate agent, but we'll have to worry about all of that later. Where's your brother? We need to unload the car before the moving truck gets here". "He's somewhere downstairs, he went round the side of the house to pee when you were trying to open the front door". We both headed downstairs. "It's alright saying worry about it later" I thought, "but not having a toilet is quite a big problem, one that we needed to solve quickly".

Maria's VERY Wet Dream ====================================================================== Maria can barely hold it. She's held in her urge to pee for a while, but the line to the bathroom isn't getting any shorter. She even finds herself holding her crotch, trying to keep herself from squirting. Maria can't really remember how she got into this situation, mainly because it's all a blur, but it doesn't really matter to her. She needs to get to the toilet, and fast. A couple minutes go by, and the line still hasn't moved. Maria is barely holding herself together, and she decides to think about how she got here to distract from her situation. She remembers she was doing homework not too long ago in her room, she brushed her teeth, put on her pajamas... "I'M IN A DREAM!" exclaims Maria. This is a relief. this may mean that she may not even need to pee at all. That, or she's on the brink of wetting the bed. Maria starts panicking once more. She knew full well if she wet the bed again, her mom would be VERY angry. She's 18, after all. If she were to wet the bed one more time, her mother would be forced to start stocking up on diapers. Granted, Maria kind of has a kink for needing to pee, but she can't afford to embarrass herself more than she already has in the past. Not to mention the fact that there's nothing more embarrassing than having to wear diapers. An idea then crosses Maria's mind. Can't she just wake up and go to the bathroom? Yeah... she then clears her mind and tries to wake up. Maria jerks awake. Her bladder is still as full as it was in the dream, so she bolts to the bathroom. She opens the door, sits down on the toilet, and rolls down her pants and panties. Just as Maria is about to let go, she notices something. The bathroom is kind of... off. In fact, Maria still feels like she's in her bed. She then realizes she's still dreaming. She pulls her panties back up and quickly tries to stand, but finds that she can't. What's stopping her? Maria then grows worried. Why is she doing this to herself? Does she actually... want this? She hears a voice. "Hello..." says the voice. "Who are you?!" asks Maria. "Your subconscious, babe." says her Subconscious. "Let me get up!" shouts Maria. Maria's Subconscious then takes a human form in front of her. "You know, normally I would." says Maria's Subconscious suavely. "But right now... I'm really fucking horny..." Her Subconscious then turns on the sink with dream powers. drip, drop, drip, drop... "You're in my reality now... and I can make it whatever i want it to be." says Maria's Subconscious. The faucet flow slowly increases. Maria's urge to pee is stronger than ever. "This is it, huh?" Maria thinks to herself. Tomorrow is the day her mother buys diapers. One part of her doesn't want this to happen, but the other part of Maria deeply does. Her Subconscious's hand strokes her leg. Maria moans with pleasure. Her Subconscious then places her hands on Maria's shoulders and sits on her lap. Her subconscious's body warms Maria's body up, and nothing but a pleasurable tingling can be felt from Maria's insides. The pressure felt from another body on top of hers is something Maria can't handle. She can feel her outside body in the real world. Maria almost squirts into her panties, but stops herself from inside of the dream. Her Subconscious starts getting annoyed with her. "Stop holding back, love. Let it all out..." says her Subconscious soothingly. Her Subconscious then places her hand gently into Maria's shirt, and grasps inside her bra. Maria feels goosebumps as her Subconscious knows exactly how her body works, and how it likes to be felt. The faucet increases pressure, making the running water even more audible, and making Maria's bladder even harder to hold. Maria can't tell if this is a nightmare or a wet dream. Maria moans as her Subconscious feels her. She then makes her way down to Maria's privates. Maria can't hold her pee much longer, but somehow persists. Maria's Subconscious slips her fingers inside of her panties, and starts rubbing back and forth inside of her privates. Maria feels like she's about to cum, AND wet herself. "Come on now, just... stop being so tense..." says her Subconscious. "You know it'll feel good..." Maria doesn't know what to do. Persist and endure more holding, or release, and have the orgasm of her life. She doesn't know whether she should release either. Her mother would force her to not just wear diapers at night, but force her to wear them at school as well. Maria is almost ready to give in to her deepest, darkest desires, but attempts to hold her pee one last time. Maria's Subconscious has had enough. "Fine then, looks like you need a bit of extra help then..." Maria's Subconscious then takes her hands out of Maria's pussy, and pulls her panties back up. "What would you do if I just..." Her Subconscious starts leaking on top of Maria. The wetness soaks down Maria's legs and privates. This soaks Maria's panties inside of her dream, but she still hasn't wet her real ones. "Let it all out..." says Maria's Subconscious. The pressure of the pee hitting and soaking Maria's panties make it almost impossible to hold it anymore. With her Subconscious flooding her lap, the faucet running louder than ever, and the uncontrollable urge to pee, Maria can't hold it anymore. "There we go..." says Maria's Subconscious. "Good girl..." Maria starts squirting into her panties, and it slowly transitions into her completely soaking herself. Maria feels the pleasure of flooding herself, and can feel the warmth of her stream in the real world, too. The warmness of the stream floods down her legs, and starts soaking her bedsheets. Maria's panties are completely ruined, and so are her pajamas. She wets herself so much, that she floods her pajamas up to her breasts. The leftover liquid spills onto the bed, and since the bed can't handle this insane amount of liquid, Maria leaves a puddle down to her knee, and up to her stomach. She releases the last of the stream, and then finally cums. Looks like Maria really does need diapers. THE END (unless y'all like this story and tell me you want more. If you do want more, the next one will be a diapered dream.)

Cyber Spunk Ivy bit her lip in exctacy, losing control of herself for a brief moment. As soon as she realised, she immediatley composed herself and had a quick look around her. No one seemed to notice. “Thank fuck” She whispered to herself. She then stood up, pulled up her camo pants and clipped back on her utility belt, then glanced back at the puddle she left behind the tree near her campsite with a little smile, as she walked back to get out of the blistering sun and into some shade. It is hot out here,very hot, but she is used to it. Ivy is a Nomad. The best way to describe a Nomad is to imagine a travelling circus, often on the road or set up for weeks at a time, sometimes months, at different locations in the wilderness, deserts, forests, remote beaches, pretty much anywhere that isn’t occupied by many people. Only this circus has no clowns, and they don’t have much to do with the cities or people outside of their nomad clans. They live in their vehicles, campers, tents, swags, you name it. And going for a night out in one of their camps often proves to be a regretful experience to anyone not accustomed to the nomad lifestyle. Ivy’s current location is different from most of the ones shes camped out at in the past, though. This time she and her clan were right outside New Omocity, the biggest city in her world. Ivy didnt know it yet, but she is spending her final days with her Clan, for an unknown amount of time, as they make the final preparations and begin to take action to a plan they’ve had for a very long time. Ivy was chosen to enter the city and try to spark up a deal with any manufacturing company she could fnd and that were willing to work with the Nomads, whom are often treated as outcasts and exiles. You see, the Nomads, while largely living the lifestyle they have by choice, just seemed to develop a stigma and bad reputation, mainly rumours and lies made up by citizens within city walls. The general idea is that they have a lawless, savage, almost primal or animal like way. And of course, this is true for the most part, only they are also highly intelligent, adpatable, capable, efficient, harderend people, with good morales, however rough then can be. The deal Ivy has to try and spark with a manufacturing company? Ivy’s clan has descovered another plant that can be used to create latex. A material that seemingly has endless uses, and is mostly derived from plant material. Only the latex produced from this plant was nearly 10x as strong and sturdy as regular latex, and for some reason it can conduct electricity without harming someone in skin contact with it, ie when wearing a suit made out of it. Several inventions have been created by the clan using this new latex, including a suit, and they are looking to strike up a deal that will make them wealthy, far wealthier than the other nomand clans out there, which is usually rare in a Nomad clan, as most of them are happy living off the land. “Getting nervous, are ya?” A voice said witch startled Ivy, she turned and was met with a grin. Ivy turned off her gas stove and picked up the boiling kettle, pouring it into a tea cup with a tea bag already in it. Tea was often drunk even on hot days, as it actually helps the body stay cool. Black or green of course, as milk was a luxury the nomads didnt often have. “How’d you know, is it obvious?” Ivy replied. “You could say that” Oscar pointed to the now nearly dried up puddle several meters away behind the tree. Ivy blushed, and nearly missed her tea cup, spilling a little hot water on her bare feet. “Ow!” Ivy finished pouring into her cup and placed her kettle down. “I didnt think anyone saw me.” Ivy said. “Oh don’t worry I don’t think anyone did, I didnt, I just couldnt help but notice the aftermath on the way over here, I was just doing the same thing before I thought I’d come see how you are doing.” Oscar explained, still smiling. “So what, are you nervous too, Oscar? Everyone needs to pee, mate, nervous or not!” “Thats true! I just thought the whole scene was rather funny, especially since im feeling nervous for you too! But to be honest, I can’t think of anyone else in our clan who could pull this off more than you!” (to be continued) If you like where ii am going with this, and like my writing style, please leave me some encouragement! i would like to make this a healthy read you wont be able to finish in one night. Also, i have been interested in figuring out how to generate a little income through creating omo - related content. I have a few videos on this site, but i am a Male and i do believe its difficult without a partner to make a video most people would be willing to spend a couple bucks on. i don't really want to ty and take advantage of the dangerous & wealthy kind of people on the internet either. So it brings me to my next and probably more likely option, creative writing, erotica or fetish etc. Does anyone know of any website, i guess a little bit like patreon, (or if thats the site i should use?) that allows very obviously adult and NSFW content? if anyone here is especially fond of where i want to go with this story, i can leave a crypto address of your choosing, as most people would agree, any money based encouragement is often welcomed and applied with vigor! I will continue writing this regardless. I do dream of writing book one day and publishing it through a proper company, but i'd rather try and self publish any erotica type of stuff.