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Catching up on posting fics here, as I want to start doing requests/interactive stories. Warning: Canon-compliant alcohol use and alcoholism. --- Harry was laid in his bed in the hostel nursing his latest bottle. He was so drunk he couldn’t even be sure what this one was, all that mattered was that he was so drunk he couldn’t even feel the sting in the back of his throat as it slid down to the pit of warmth in his belly. Several bottles were scattered around the room like dimly glowing jewels, already gutted of their contents. Harry groaned as this latest one came up dry, closing one eye to peer down the neck like more would magically come sliding down into his throat, but there was nothing. His arm flopped to the side and the bottle skittered away, scurrying away from the bloated monster laid out on the couch. Harry supposed he didn’t mind, he was pleasantly drunk enough to pass out like this, drifting into the warm, sunshine embrace. He curled onto his side, scruff scratching against the pillow as he sighed his contentment. He felt so good. He could just drift away like this, with the warmth spreading to his thighs, wrapped around his balls… Harry groaned, hips twitching forward to grind his stiffening cock against the tight confines of his pants, rutting in the warmth found there. Shit, that was good- he needed to rub one out, stat. He clumsily pawed his way to his crotch, cupping his straining length and rocking into his palm, grunting quietly to himself as he fucked his hand through those tight, thigh-hugging jeans, and only paused in consideration after wetness had been tickling over his fingers for a few thrusts now. Had he hidden a bottle somewhere and managed to knock it open and set it spilling on himself? No, the wetness was from within his jeans, it was… Harry’s mouth dropped open in a low groan as piss desperately welled up through the fabric just over his cockhead, coursing down over his shaft and over his balls, down to warm his thighs. His cock pulsed with it, and two blunt, forceful digits rubbed over the underside of his shaft, feeling the weak, uncoordinated attempts of his body to piss himself through his raging boner. Ah, wait, his pants were getting all wet… The bed, too. Harry didn’t want to sleep in piss. He rolled to the side, sturdy limbs catching him awkwardly on the linoleum. The jerky movement jolted his bladder, and Harry groaned as piss jetted out of his cock, hissing against the fabric pressed to his cockhead and splattering lightly to the floor below. He palmed himself through the soaked fabric, squeezing at his base and his balls as he ground into his palm, the stream tapering off, but not stopping, under his attention. Bathroom… He should get to the bathroom. No, that’s too far away, his bladder protested, drips falling steadily from his fingertips. Just right here. Piss yourself on the floor like a dog, Harry, and rut and cum in your filth, you nasty, nasty boy. Harry whimpered, but his body was already well on its way to obeying. Harry huffed an open-mouthed moan into the cold air of the hostel room as piss began to flood his hand, surging against his palm and flowing down his thighs, cascading onto the floor and forming a haphazard puddle. It felt so impossibly good to empty himself, the warmth kept pressed close against his cock. He leaned his head down into his forearm and kept his ass up as he rocked into his palm. He couldn’t be sure of when he stopped pissing, or if he ever stopped pissing, as that gorgeous peak started to well up in the distance. Harry dug his teeth into the meat of his arm and began rutting faster, harder, the friction almost burning it was so sweet. He came with a harsh, shuddered cry, hips tense and bucking into his palm like there was something there to breed, to take his seed as deeply as it could go. But no, there was just his cum, pulsing through the coarse fabric and over his hand, gliding sweetly. His hand fell away when he had nothing left to give, and Harry promptly passed out there, slumped on the floor.

Just a heads up, sorry this is a long read. If you still want to read, enjoy the story! Okay. So it's been quite a while since I've pushed my bladder to its limit, and really wanted to tonight. The only issue I had was that I couldn't wet myself tonight, and would have to use the toilet normally. So, I started holding at 23:00, grabbed a 500ml bottle of water, and made 1l of green & peppermint tea in a pot. Last time I drank it, it went straight through me and I had to pee myself on a walk because of it. I drank about 300ml of the tea every 25 mins so I wouldn't feel too full, and half of the water some time in between. By the time midnight rolled around, I'd drank about 850ml and was at about a 4/10. At 00:30, I was at about a 6/10 and decided to refill the teapot with another litre of water. By the time it was 01:00, I was at an 8/10 and had drank 1800ml, and could see my bladder bulging quite a bit. I then had an idea. Just because I can't wet myself, doesn't mean I have to use the toilet. What if I went into my garden, took all my clothes off (besides my oversized t-shirt), went onto my knees, and peed like that on the grass? When 01:20 came, I was at a 9/10. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold much longer, my bladder started throbbing, and that's only happened maybe 4 times in my life. To give me and my bladder some hope, I said to myself I'd hold until 01:45. I still drank the same rate I had been drinking, and after what felt like an eternity, 01:35 rolled around. I finished the last of the tea I was meant to, and had drank 2200ml. I decided to head outside now. I couldn't stop squeezing my legs together and using my hand to hold myself, but I had to make sure I was silent leaving my room and going outside. By some miracle, I made it to the garden door, quietly unlocked it, and headed outside. It was now 01:40. I still had to hold another 5 mins, but I was in the final stretch. I could hold in anyway that helped, pace around to ease the pressure, anything. I just had to last 5 more mins. 01:41, I sat down and leaned forward to try ease the pressure. It helped quite a bit. 01:42, I had to jam my hand into my groin to stop myself from leaking. 01:43, I start pacing frantically with my hand still in place. Come on, I'm almost there! 01:44, this one minute felt like a lifetime. I was pacing on the spot, pee dancing, my fingers were starting to hurt from how hard I was holding myself, but I had to make it. 01:45. I immediately pulled my pyjamas and underwear down, but still had to slowly walk over to a clear spot on the grass. Finally... sweet relief. I let the floodgates open. I made it. I was still standing because in my panic I forgot I was supposed to kneel, so I just let my legs give way while I was peeing. It hurt a bit and accidentally peed a lil bit on my legs, but the relief I felt was more than worth it for me to ignore the pain. I was sitting there, my t-shirt barely covering myself, letting all of that tea I drank earlier out of me into the grass. I've never felt relief like that before... After I realised I stopped peeing, I got up, wiped any grass (and pee) off my knees with a dirty towel, put my clothes back on, and laid in bed. It's been 45 mins since then, and I can say with confidence that's one of the best holds I've done in a long while. I don't know if it felt so good because I was so desperate, I was barely covered, or because I was outside instead of by the toilet, maybe it was all of those thing, but I'm absolutely gonna hold and end it like that again.

It turns out that due to a lost account called Al!b!, some previously easy to obtain amateur furry peeing videos have essentially been almost lost forever... Until I realised I still have access to them. The creator actually had this issue happen to them once before and I helped them recover several videos they lost the first time. I found an archive of the message I sent them including all the Catbox links which still work! Featuring an anthro fox/wolf girl and using surprisingly realistic (or possibly real) peeing sound effects and animated in a set of The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim mods including modern locations, clothing and of course the furry character. I'm not saying the quality is as good as the content from Texorcist or KhaosClaws, but as they are not on the Do Not Post list, here you are. Wet Seat: https://files.catbox.moe/b3qfax.mp4 (sofa pee) Test: https://files.catbox.moe/32xz80.mp4 (bent over wetting in cargo trousers) Potted plant: https://files.catbox.moe/rixbho.mp4 (empty pot/vase with standing half-naked pee) Like A Dog: https://files.catbox.moe/owp3mu.mp4 (peeing like a dog in the snow next to a tree) Holding: https://files.catbox.moe/1pqq5a.mp4 (drinking, holding animations with a timer, then a half-squat wetting) Can U P On Me: https://files.catbox.moe/sv43pm.mp4 (Al!BI pees on the camera perspective half-naked standing) Peeing On The Carpet: https://files.catbox.moe/n6ezol.mp4 (squat pee half-naked) They had others including male peeing and wetting with a similar anthro wolf/fox named Douglas, but as I was not interested in that content, I never saved them to my computer before even the first account was lost. They are likely gone forever unless somebody who downloaded the files volunteers to link or direct upload them. I can directly upload all of these here, but I don't know if they are worth uploading properly to Omorashi.org or not.

NOTE: All characters Are aged up to a 18+ age range PLOT: Eda visits the human realm for some time, and as a celebration she learns to drive a car. Only problem is, Luz decides to come along, and hasn’t peed since she woke up. WARNINGS: There’s mentions of genitals. ”Be careful with my car, Eda. I’m warning you.” Camilla said to Eda, giving her a glare. ”Yeah yeah, I will!” She replied back, before stepping on the pedal and driving off, as Luz waved to Camilla from the window. Luz enjoyed the beautiful view from outside. It had been a while since she got to spend some time with Eda, especially because of College being in The way, it was nice being able to finally be around the witch that took her in when times were tough. ”hey Eda, try pressing that button. We can listen to music in here!” Luz pointed from the backseat towards the radio. Eda pressed on it and the next thing she knew, Music played, she was amazed! Human Technology really is smart. Luz was drinking her soda in the backseat, slurping on the straw every 5 or so minutes as she just enjoyed the car ride. That was until, she felt a tingle in her lower abdomen. Fuck, she needs to pee. Luz peeked her head up from the backseat. ”Uh, how much longer?” Luz asked, trying not to sound suspicious, she didn’t want to ruin this time because of one little tinkle. “Oh, already? Eh, about 6 hours I might say, why’s that?” Eda replied, suddenly questioning Luz. ”Oh uh, no reason.” Luz replied. Shit. Now she had to hold it in for 6 hours whole. Unless there was a gas station Shop of some sort, she didnt want to tell Eda. it was too embarrassing, and she didnt want to complain for her to stop the car just because of her stupid pee need. Luz tried to avoid drinking the rest of her soda. 2 Hours later Luz was whining and squirming in the backseat. oh man, this was bad. She ended up drinking the rest of her soda some time ago, and it started to hit her straight in the bladder. Eda looked up to the rearview mirror after hearing Luz whining in the back, like a dog. "Kiddo, is everything alright there?" Eda questioned, sounding worried. "I uhh.. Nothing really." She replied back, trying not to squirm as she bit her lip. Eda didnt question anything more, Luz could just be so, Luz sometimes. She just thought it was another one of her weird shenanigans. Luz let out a sigh as she thought to herself "That was close." 1 Hour later "Aaaagh! i.. cant.." Luz whined like a toddler. grabbing her crotch in absolute desperation. It was hurting. she felt like she was about to pop. She swung her legs as she bit her lip, wiggling her butt in place, sweat and tears forming around her. Her face was as red as Amitys blushing, she was just a minute away from leaking all over the seat. "Do you need a break?" Eda asked, after watching this happen from the rearview mirror. "N.. No.." Luz replied, her voice cracking. Luz felt so embarrassed, Eda now knows about her stupid childish need. "You clearly need one. come on, let's get out." Eda replied, parking the car. Eda opened the door to the car, as she helped Luz get out, struggling to even stand up. Luz felt so embarrassed. They quickly ran towards a nearby tree, as Eda helped Luz pull down her shorts and underpants, Luz felt the cold air breeze around her vagina, as she shivered. ”I.. don’t need.. this!” Luz said, feeling humiliated. ”Luz. We all have to go sometimes, there’s no shame in it. It’s not like I’m going to let the whole world know that you peed.” Eda replied. ”Buh- But I’m ruining the.. whole trip!” Luz whined, as she felt spurts of urine shoot out of her pussy. ”What? Of course you aren’t. This doesn’t ruin anything at all. Infact, it helps the trip, it means you feel comfortable, right?” Eda replied. Luz nodded, but still tried her best to hold it in. She felt so shy. She didn’t wanna piss Infront of her Adoptive mother. Eda had been holding onto Luz’s hands for some time, as she suddenly started humming a song she had heard on the radio. She didn’t exactly know what it was called, but it went something by the words of “Don’t Stop Me Now.” Luz quickly realised what song Eda had been humming to herself, as Luz closed her eyes, and started humming along. It wasn’t long until a gush of urine splashed onto the tree, the wind making it splash everywhere onto the grass. Luz whimpered and bit her lip, sighing in relief. The stream got louder and louder by the seconds. Eda didn’t mind that Luz was peeing right Infront of her face, all that mattered was that her Apprentice felt comfortable. Luz felt her body shiver from the relief, she couldn’t help but just whimper the whole time. It felt so good to finally release all that pressure. After a few minutes, Luz’s stream came to an end. As she wiped herself with a leaf, later on pulling her panties and shorts back up. ”Feeling better now?” Eda asked, in quite a soothing and motherly tone. ”Much better, I’m sorry for uh. Causing trouble with this.” Luz replied, a blush appearing on her face from humiliation. ”No trouble caused kiddo, I’m just glad you feel comfortable.” She replied. Luz felt a smile grow onto her face. How was she so lucky to have such a supporting witch mom? She hugged her, as Eda returned the hug. They both got back into the car, and sped off. The end! I got this idea after roleplaying with a Eda c.ai bot the other day.

I saw something earlier that gave me the idea to start an omo petplay thread. I'd love to hear people's ideas for scenarios that can be either real or fictional. If you like, you can include fantasy aspects that directly relate to the topic of being a pet (e.g. anthro characters being pets for humans, Pokemon and their trainer, etc.). Don't forget to mention what type of animal it's for, if it's for a specific one. Some examples I've encountered so far are the following: A pet (probably dog) left in their crate for too long and being found like that and rescued by a different person from the one who left them there. The new owner comforts the pet and cleans them up and tells them how pretty they look now. Being told to hold it for a certain amount of time and being lightly spanked if you leak. This may cause you to leak more, especially if you're being bent over your owner's knees. Having to use a puppy pad. I actually had someone tease me with this idea a while ago.

Okay so I've been holding for 3 hours already, and I'm looking to get really desperate and then releasing myself on the bathroom floor I'm still new in all of this thing but well, I'm gonna try my best!

Okay, this was my second attempt of holding on and then having to relief myself. This started around 9/10 in the morning while I was at school. Usually I drink a lot of water when I'm at school, and I always try to hold on at long as I can until I get back home, but this time I drank a little bit (so much) more than I usually do and see if I could really hold it. Hours passed, and by noon I was already shaking my legs and tapping my feet a little, and then it was time for PE. Surprisingly, I managed to hold on quite well, but once I got home I continued holding on until I was desperate for real. So I went to the bathroom, closed the door, pulled down my pants and panties and started peeing while I was on my knees and on all fours. After a few seconds I already felt more than relieved, and obviously I cleaned the floor, but below I'll leave a photo of how it looked after relieving myself, heheh! The truth is that it was very entertaining to do this, especially because I really felt desperation; even after urinating, my legs were still shaking. I can't wait to do it again, and in fact I already plan to do it with a girl who has already become a good friend even if we barely met yesterday. See ya soon! ;))

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)

View File Twitter/X User @246_enigma Seems that while I was downloading pics and vids from @246_enigma this morning, she deleted her account. I got most every peeing video. Some of the videos she pees for well over a minute; I don't know how such a little woman can hold so much pee! There is a few videos with males so FYI. Also there are some videos that might not have pee at all but is her just showing off her cute body. Submitter dudebro00 Submitted 08/20/2023 Category Female  

Hi! This post will be a long one so apologies in advance. (I did post this in the role playing realm as well but it’s honestly not limited to role playing. I just want someone to chat with!) If you’ve seen my recent posts, you’ll know that in August, I will finally have a week to try out diapers and fulfill all of my sexual fantasies! In addition to this, I’d love to have one, although preferably two doms to role play/chat with as that always turns me on. I have a preference for women but I’m fine with men as well. While I won’t be able to be in diapers until late August, I’m starting the search for two doms now so that we can get to know one another before then and have some real fun once the diapers come in. We can chat here or through Discord and while I would LOVE for you to send voice messages, it’s certainly not a requirement. I, myself, am not comfortable sending voice messages so I will only be texting. However, I am happy to send (amateur) pictures and videos of my activities.😉 *Please respect that all pictures will be faceless. I am not comfortable with showing my face* I am into both humiliation and praise so a balance of the two are a must! I am looking for a person to role play as my Mommy or Daddy while I send pictures and videos (so commenting on my diapers, sending sexy voice memos, possibly setting rules for me, and overall just turning me on). So what’s in it for you? I’m basically interested in trying all of the tags in this post. Some things I intend to do throughout this week of bliss: -Wear diapers (duh!) The more bulky and babyish the better! -Wear diapers under ballet tights and a leotard (there’s something so adorable about this to me) -Holding challenges -Wet and mess my diapers -Hump a pillow while needing to pee/hump a pillow while peeing/hump a pillow after I’ve used my diaper (this is the most important one to me as pillow jumping just turns me on) -I want to buy a hitachi wand (any sugar daddies out there who want to buy it for me in exchange of a video?😇) and use it on the outside of my diaper -crotch holding and potty dancing while also grinding on things to hold my pee pee in -I think I have a few puppy pads left that I would also like to pee on If any of this sounds like something you’d enjoy, let me know! I can’t wait to chat😘

🦊 Isle of Foxes By Horatio Husky Commissioned by ArtMckinley Part One ”Island” Janet Parker kept her breathing steady, and her sights up. Disembarking from the rowboat after having crossed part of the East China Sea, the young anthropologist’s arms had shook even as she hauled the boat ashore. Still, after having furtively glanced around the deserted shoreline, she confirmed that she had managed to arrive undetected. Shouldering her backpack and hefting her emergency supplies kit out of the boat, she had half carried, half dragged her supplies to the jungle’s edge and hoisted her baggage into a small nestling of exposed rock. There, she would set up her camp. No fire or open forest floor plan for Janet, however. The mission she was attempting to undertake required utmost discretion, for not only was she going to have to camouflage her encampment as best as she could, but the boat would also have to be hauled further onto the island and hidden with brush. Still, Janet figured, she had some time yet. Carefully unpacking some of her supplies, she laid out the spokes and tarp that would make up her tent. Patterned the same lush hues of green as the surrounding underbrush, the anthropologist internally crossed her fingers that she would remain undetected. As she began to erect the tent, moving the expanding metal rods and tough, industrial string through the various pores of the tarp, her mind wandered back to the grueling process that had led her to the island she had been fascinated with since childhood. Maps of ‘Okidaitōjima’ had covered the walls in her bedroom ever since she was twelve. Previously known as ‘Rasa Island’ but also known as ‘Abreojos’ by its Spanish discoverer Bernardo de la Torre, who had become all too familiar with its perilously shallow surrounding shores, it was not the geography or its history that fascinated Janet. For thousands of years, the Japanese islanders who inhabited the Okinawa Islands held the island as sacred and forbidden to set foot upon. Untouched by humanity for hundreds of years, the island was rumored to be home to the only known species of intelligent, anthropomorphic foxes. Only recently had satellite imagery confirmed that the island was, in fact, inhabited. Changes in the island’s landscape and blurry images supplied by the satellite’s imagery suggested that there was indeed a primitive presence on the island. Janet still remembered the moment she had first viewed the low resolution pictures of erected watch towers and small huts, covered in leafy green vines and appearing almost as if they had been grown out of the forest into a desired shape. She had almost spat out her morning coffee when, unnoticed by her colleagues, a suspiciously orange shape appeared to be perched neatly in one of the towers. She had kept this observation to herself of course. Janet knew that if she founded her request to her university’s funding committee based on what most considered to be Japanese folklore she would be laughed out of the conference room. Persuading the Japanese government to lift the sanctions protecting the island’s shores from visitors of any kind was no easy task either. After several months of back and forth, Janet had opened her office mailbox to the welcome sight of a red envelope addressed to her personally. Inside of it, she was greeted with a letter proudly marked with the logo of the Japanese embassy. Not only had she been granted a researcher’s visa, but she would become the very first civilized human being to study the island’s inhabitants. Janet had gotten her chance, a childhood dream to prove to the world that lateral sentient evolution had occurred in other mammalian species. With any luck, after collecting enough evidence to make her claim undisprovable, she would begin a new career as the world’s first and leading anthropomorphologist. Janet regarded her handiwork, noting with a sense of self-satisfaction that her practice at home had paid off. From afar, the tent she had just constructed appeared indistinguishable from the surrounding jungle flora. In fact, she thought to herself, I’ll have to take careful note of its surrounding landmarks if I’m to find it again… After taking a moment to carefully study her immediate area, noting a particularly mossy boulder only a few feet away from her camp, she turned her gaze over to the metal and plastic watercraft she had arrived in. Its exterior had been painted a dull gray with a motley of military green intermixed with its rather unappealing color scheme. Despite having been designed to match the surrounding jungle, the glossy waterproofing it had been covered with caught the sun in a dazzling reflection. Janet made her way towards the boat, nervously glancing behind her shoulder at the looming watchtowers that just poked over the canopy of the jungle behind her. I really hope they haven’t been looking in this direction for the past hour… Stretching her arms above her head and behind her back as she strode purposefully towards the craft, she limbered herself up in preparation for a grueling haul towards the jungle’s edge. With several undignified grunts of effort and a lot of panting later, Janet was grateful to find that after pulling the boat onto the looser, dryer sand her efforts became significantly less labored. Half an hour later, Janet stood with her arms on her hips as she squinted hard at the boat, which was now concealed under a hefty amount of fallen branches and leaves. Sure… If you look at it long enough you’ll notice something is amiss… But that’s only if you expect to see something out of place. Contenting herself with the thought that after a day or two worth of tropical jungle rainfall the hidden boat would sink more organically into its surroundings, Janet waded through the sand back towards her tent. After a few minutes of anxiously scanning the jungle, her eyes alighted on the boulder she had set as her landmark and soon enough she was crawling inside of her makeshift abode. It was getting late, the sun began to cast the western part of the island with rosier hues, shifting from its lustrous, daytime yellow to a soft, warm red. The inside of her tent was growing darker at a much faster rate than the beach outside, so Janet quickly prepared her evening meal with what little light she had left. She opened one of the bento boxes she had purchased at the harbor, knowing she would have to savor the first few meals on the island as she went through her fresh rations before she would have to resort to eating dried food, and the few canned goods she had brought alone that would have to be consumed cold. Looking up, she took a minute to meditate before she dug in. I actually made it… Too concerned with ensuring that her base of operations was set up quickly and undetected, Janet had not allowed herself a moment to truly let the enormity of where she was impact her fully. She was on ‘the Isle of Foxes,’ the very one that her father had read to her when she was just a little girl. A giddy expression spread across her face as she looked down at her meal, shaking her head in jubilant disbelief. She had done it, years of university with her nose stuck in dusty books followed by a delicate campaign to convince a sovereign nation to allow her to set foot on one of their sacred islands. And she had managed to accomplish it all. Janet Parker did her best to compose herself then, not wanting to let her sense of victory and relief become premature. She still had a job to do, after all. With any luck, she would be able to use the week’s worth of time her limited supplies allowed her to glean enough data from the island’s inhabitants to serve as a milestone for the entire field of anthropology. Reaching forward, the young researcher undid one of the flaps of her tent to reveal the setting sun, gently descending down into the giant ocean pool beneath it. That day’s sunset serving as her evening meal’s entertainment, Janet took her time slowly picking up clumps of rice and pieces of pork dumpling with her chopsticks. The last hints of the sun had just barely disappeared beneath the horizon when she finished. Shrugging off her travel ware, Janet stripped down into her underwear before nestling herself into her sleeping bag. The inside of the tent was a little warm for her comfort, but she knew better than to fall asleep exposed to the elements. The temperature would drop quickly, and she would not have her dream field expedition burdened by a head cold. Janet allowed her eyelids to grow heavy, taking in slow, deep breaths as she calmed herself down to further expedite the onset of sleep. It was difficult at first, her mind was a whirl with the following day’s duties and plans. But eventually, she found herself nodding off, the muffled sounds of jungle insects and nightlife creeping into her dreams as she dozed off into a tired, deep slumber. ⤐ ⬷ Janet crept through the jungle foliage at a crouch. Every dozen steps or so, she would glance around furtively in the canopy above before slowly standing up to locate the beaten path she was trailing. The explorer had to take care to not walk on any of the jungle paths, as the likelihood of discovery by one of the island’s inhabitants taking the same path was too much to risk. This made the going very slow, as Janet had to take time to not only maneuver around obstacles such as gnarled roots or dense vegetation, but she had to do so without making too much noise or damaging the plants. This proved more challenging than she had originally anticipated, and sweat beaded her brow as the morning slowly shifted into afternoon, the island’s temperature rising as the sun continued to bombard it with summer’s radiation. As she ventured through, Janet’s eyes alighted on the various dried grass and wooden effigies that stood erected in the trees above, or swinging gently from a motley of vines like marionette puppets. Janet keenly noted that each of the wooden figurines appeared each to sport a distinct set of pointed ears at the top of their heads. This fact alone restirred the excitement of the butterflies inside of Janet’s stomach. Still, despite the discomfort and slow traversing, Janet knew she was making progress. Her nostrils had caught a whiff of smoke, telling her that she must be getting closer to the primitive encampment. The smell of cooked fish and a strange, pungent herb had accompanied the woodsmoke. They must be good trappers… There haven’t been any reports of seeing them in the waters… Janet reflected to herself, inching her around an overturned log. Eager to see for herself, the anthropologist stopped as she spotted the back wall of one of the huts about a hundred meters away from her. Walking towards the village on the ground was far too dangerous, and Janet glanced around the surrounding trees as she decided that now would be a perfect time to execute phase two of her covert observation plan. She stretched once more, recalling the advice of her acrobatics instructor from her youth as she assessed which tree would be easiest for her to scale. Her gaze settled on a particularly large looking tree, covered in a dense blanket of vines and moss that would serve well for gripholds and traction. With a muffled grunt, Janet grabbed the nearest vine and hoisted herself up, her ankles gripping the leafy rope tightly as she began to ascend. One hand over another, Janet felt the excitement of the ascent course through her, quickly replacing the idle boredom of having to slowly sneak through the tropical forest. Janet reached for the branch above her, her knuckles turning white as her fingers gripped the aged bark enough to support her entire weight. Grabbing onto another part of the same branch with her other hand, she felt her grip loosen as her heart skipped a beat. Bits of decayed bark fell down to the forest floor below as she swayed precariously, holding on with only four of her fingers; the foliage below appeared dangerously far beneath her. She gasped, only just barely stifling the yell of fright that had welled up in her chest as she remembered where she was and what she was doing. Silently, her face contorted into a pained expression of effort and desperation. She swung herself from side to side, before reaching up and grabbing the branch once more with her other hand. To her relief, the wood held, and bit by bit she was able to haul herself up until she kneeled safely on the tree’s rigid bough. Janet took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving as her nerves calmed themselves down from the fight or flight response. Trying not to think about the fact that she had almost plummeted to her death, Janet quickly shuffled along the branch and began to make her way slowly through the canopy in the direction of the primitive village. A quarter of an hour later, she had closed the hundred meter distance. The smell of cooking fires and sizzling meat now punctuated the air, causing Janet’s mouth to water. Whatever the island’s inhabitants were cooking up, it smelled delicious. The anthropologist almost regretted having to conduct the research undetected, as she would have loved in that moment to break bread with the cooks of the island. She could now hear muffled voices, remarkably high-pitched for a collection of human primitives. Janet did her best to control her breath, her vision still obstructed by the large hut in front of her. She would have to creep along the branch, and do her best to glean what she could from the leafy canopy above. Janet’s right hand crept slowly into her satchel, ruffling around its contents until her fingers came into contact with the cool metal of her camera. Quietly, she took it out of her bag. She was about to begin a slow, methodical crawl across the tree’s branch when she heard the distinct sound of rustling leaves to her left. Before she could react, a voice that sounded like a squeaky child’s inquiry almost caused her to fall out of the tree in surprise. Janet’s head whipped around towards the source of the voice. Her jaw dropped open, her eyes growing wide as she beheld the sight in front of her. Standing on two paws at roughly a meter in height, with a blood orange colored fur coat, was a fox.

Hello, JJ Wetter here! I'm pleased 😉 to announce I'm now accepting custom videos! For context, I am a 23-year-old male who love to do wettings, among many other omorashi, and non-omorashi things! 🙂 If you've ever thought about getting someone to make you your 'dream scenario' or something you'd just simply love to see, then hit me up down below! Cheers, xxx JJ Wetter JJWetter's Profile - Porn vids, Pics & More | ManyVids

Hey everyone, Angie here 🙂 I made this topic to post my gif’s to. Should I also make a topic that other ppl can post gifs to? Bc I haven’t seen any yet and I love making them and watching them. all my gifs are by me and of me. I am nonbinary transmasc just fyi 😉 I post similar content to my tumblr (link) My fave sweats to wet in!

A place to post your gifs to to share! I’ll start 😉 (it’s me in the gifs)

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Edit: Sorry I'm not sure why I couldn't get the first pic and video to embed like the last pic! Sorryyyy Last night and into this afternoon I had my bladder controlled for the first time! I was chatting with a guy on discord and we were talking about our kinks and stuff. I am really into petplay (and also generally think of myself as a dog), so he was asking about my piss kink as it related to that. I told him I really liked to pee outside, and he said he'd love to see it and that I should drink a lot of water before bed so I could record myself having a good desperate morning pee outside. I said I actually already had to go and that I would just hold it overnight. This was stupid obviously. We continued chatting and eventually was touching myself. I said I was starting to get concerned that I was going to pee when I came, and he just called me a stupid puppy for thinking I could hold it all night rather than just drinking a whole bunch. He kept teasing me about being dumb and about how good it would feel to let go and pee if only he would let me, and of course my degradee brain went crazy. I came and felt a huge spurt gush out, just as I had predicted. The damage: IMG_8771 (1).HEIC He made me sleep in them all night :(( In the morning, I woke up as desperate as I was when I went to sleep. I chugged a whole bottle of water and paced around the house watching some wetting videos on twitter. I begged him to let me go, but he wanted me to wait until it hit 10 am. At 9:50 I put on my shoes and went outside, partially out of anticipation and partially because I really thought I might lose it. He made me beg him to go pee, saying how I was going to have an accident if he didn't let me go. Finally, he let me, and I pressed record and fumbled my boxers off, just starting to dribble. The hissing was so loud, I was so desperate! IMG_8784.mov As you all know, your bladder gets crazy weak after holding to the breaking point like that. So a couple hours later, I was squirming again. He told me I should pee hovering over the toilet to make a mess and have to clean it up like the dumb dog I am. The video can't fit in this post, so here's a link via Clipchamp (microsoft version of imovie if you're unfamiliar): https://clipchamp.com/watch/IrwSwnz0Vr1 I decided to have my underwear only pulled partially down, which made it splash everywhere. Here are the undies: So yeah! It was fun, hopefully you guys enjoyed this too 🙂

Scene Description and note: (Sorry for the bad quality, other wise it wouldn't have been uploaded to the site)Theres no peeing in this video, just some desperation mimics, and only a blocked by a tree background squat, thats also Movie/Scene Description:This familys father is in a coma, and only thing that keeps him alive is a plug, so the movie is called "My Grandfather's Plug"; Long story short, all of the family gathers to talk about who will take heritage, and a female nurse stays at their home for the grandfather, and then the main boy who is the grandson comes and falls in love with the nurse and trys to win the Nurse's heart, in this scene, the whole family goes for a picnic, and the nurse needs to pee in the woods while the main boy is trying to do romantic things. 202304111747.mp4