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  1. I recently got a drawing tablet and i've been having a lot of fun making art and experimenting with it. Here is a wetting drawing i made with my tablet. I intend on making more art and sharing it here. Story: Nineteen year old Alexis Bailey is the star athlete of her university. She excels at many sports. Today she's competing in a citywide championship 10 mile race. At the start of race day Alexis over sleeps and has to skip her morning pee as she rushes to catch the bus to take her to the race. As she arrives at the start line she feels a strong urge to pee. Alexis ignores her ever worsening need to pee as she outruns everyone else. As Alexis approaches the finish line she starts to leak uncontrollably. She continues peeing as she sprints towards the finish line, coming in first, and a little wet.
  2. Another morning. The Beeping of an alarm wakes Claire up with a jolt. She reaches over to the phone sitting at the edge of the mattress, picking it up and hitting the button to make it stop. She sighs as she realises what's happened. Claire sits up in bed, throwing the covers off her legs and yawning. Looking down, she's greeted by the usual sight - pink pyjama bottoms, her fluffy white socks, and a sight that never fails to annoy her - a pale yellow stain on the bed sheets, surrounding her backside like a warm halo. And it is still warm - she's been woke up only moments after finishing her accident. "Again?" Claire groans. She pulls at the damp pink fabric now clinging to her thigh. "I was hoping I'd grow out of this..." She jokes to herself, rolling her eyes and kicking her legs over the side of her wet mattress. She gave up the hope of growing out of it when she was nineteen, a good four years ago now. "I'd better get to cleaning up..." She groans to herself, sliding the wet pyjamas down her legs and letting them drop at her feet, recoiling as the cold morning air kisses her damp bare legs. The kettle wails as the water hits the boil. Claire picks it off the stand and pours it into her tea cup, looking away as the steam flows upward toward her face. Her hair, still wet from the shower, clings to her face as she takes her tea over to the table. She takes a seat at the table and bites into her toast. Another usual morning. She checks her phone for the time. Six thirty-four. She's got enough time to eat her toast before she has to leave for work. That makes a change. She usually sleeps through her first alarm and her morning pee, only waking up when either her second alarm goes off, or when the mattress gets so cold it wakes her up. This is usually followed by a rushed shower and a dash out the house before she practically sprints to work. It makes a nice change to wake up at a sensible time. It'd be a nicer change if she'd woke up dry, but you can't have everything. She drinks the rest of her tea before finishing her toast leisurely. The walk to work seems unusually quiet. Bridgewater was always a quiet town, but there was usually someone Claire would see in the morning. The postman, the milkman, the drunk man with the beard that'd usually have passed out in the gutter outside the pub - but today there's no-one. Was Claire really this early? She checks her phone again for the time - 7:16. She's not that early. Maybe it's daylight saving? It's about this time - late October. Maybe no-one noticed. The door to the cafe shuts behind her, hitting the chimes again as they close. "Morning!" Claire says, walking in and heading over to the store room. "Nice out there today Pete!" She says, picking up an apron and slinging it over her shoulder. "Pete?" She shouts again. "You in?" When there's no reply, Claire shrugs. She walks over to the espresso machine. She hits the button on the grinder, reaches over the the milk fridge, and begins to make herself a latte. "Could really use one of these at home." Claire says, holding the jug under the steam wand. She says it loud enough that someone might hear her, hoping Pete will show up from wherever he's hiding. She looks around. Nothing. She shrugs again. "I'll make you one too, if you want." Again, there's no response. She pours the milk onto her espresso, poking her tongue out as she tries to make a design. She flicks the jug forward slightly, leaving a little heart on the top of her latte. She smiles, proud of herself, and makes her way over to the tables, setting down the latte on the table and taking a seat for herself. Claire takes a drink from her cup, putting about half of it down almost at once. She almost immediately begins to feel better as the caffeine enters her body. She smiles again as she puts the cup back on the table, swirling it around a little, slightly disturbing the heart on top of her coffee. She picks it up again, but the chimes to the door stop her before she takes another drink. "Morning Pete." She says. "Bit late aren't-" She says, looking up. "Hey, you aren't Pete." The man at the door stumbles a little, holding onto it for balance - clearly drunk. He looks familiar too. Scraggly beard, stained over-coat. At this time in the morning he's usually curled up outside the pub in the gutter. "Oh, it's you." She says, putting on a polite smile. "I'm afraid we aren't open yet, Pete's not showed up." She say, taking another mouthful of her coffee. "Huurargww." He growls. "Yeah, we'd usually be open now, but...No idea where Pete is." she tells him. He looks toward her, but his eyes don't focus. "Come on, you've got to leave." She says, before finishing her latte and standing up. She walks over to him, looking at him with what she assumes is a look of authority. His eyes seem...pale. She hesitates to take another step forward, practically flinching as he lurches himself forward by a step. "Y-you - Ahem! You have to leave." Claire says, standing her ground and trying to sound intimidating. A foul smell comes off of him, making her more nervous still. "G-get out." He growls back at her. "N-now!" She says, putting out one hand toward the door. He stumbles a little as he stares at her open palm. "You need to leave!" He slowly looks toward Claire's face again, now close enough for Claire to see him even more clearly. His eyes don't just look pale - they're grey and empty, like he doesn't know where he is. She barely has time to notice this however, before he swings his arm at hers. "Hey!" Claire shouts, hopping backwards. "What do you think you're doing!" She shouts. The drunk takes another lunge at her, slamming his wrist against her left arm. "Stop that!" Claire shouts, slowly stepping backwards. She breathes quickly as adrenaline runs through her - this is the last way she wants to start her shift. "Get out, right now!" "Hrauuur..." He growls again, stumbling forward. One step, then another before he lunges himself at her, grabbing her by the shoulders and biting at her collar. "Hey!" Claire shouts, falling back against the counter, barely staying on her feet. "Get the hell off me!" She shouts, pushing at his shoulders while he tries to bite hers. His face, up close to hers, is even uglier - she can make out every wrinkle, the dried stains under his mouth, and the smell is something else. Claire picks one foot off the ground and pushes it squarely into the man's thigh, kicking forward and throwing him off her. He stumbles backward for a moment before falling onto his backside. Claire darts behind the counter, picking something up to threaten him with. What does she pick up? A) The espresso spoon still in the coffee machine. It has a comfy grip, and the basket is fairly weighted, almost like a hammer. It's short, but it feels quite sturdy and easy to handle. B) A broom. It's a long wooden broom, worn down toward the base. It's quite long, although that might make it awkward to swing around the shop. C) A fork. Underneath the counter there are a handful of dining forks. They're sharp and pointed, as one would expect. However they're quite small and very light.
  3. I decided to take advantage of the heatwave we're having to do a wetting. This is turning out to be one of my favorite kits, because of the shiny/vintage look. Unfortunately, it's a bit small, but it still wets just the same as a medium sized suit. cyc45.wmv
  4. I saw an older thread with a similar title to this, but to my dismay, it died a few years ago. It had a lot of good responses, and was very long, and I decided to bring it back since it seemed to be popular! Let's fill this one up even more! Also, if a book has already been posted on the other thread, please don't repost it here. Books in a series are totally okay. To start us off, here are a few of my most recent reads that I noticed: In Housewitch, the main character's seven-year-old son wets himself at a birthday party he is forced to attend, humiliating himself in front of everyone and fueling his mom's wraith towards her neighborhood. Pretty Girl-13 is about an abducted girl struggling to remember what happened to her for the past three years. The book opens with a second-person account of her abduction, which happened as she went out to go pee in the forest during a camping trip. In Bloody Jack, the first book of the same-name series, Mary/Jacky talks about disguising herself on the ship as a boy, and how at first she pretends to use the ship's urinals, then squat over them when nobody's looking, until finally she gets sick of that and installs a chamber pot in her room. In The Testing, there's a LOT of discussion about bathrooms in the post-apocalyptic United States, all done in first person. The first two-hundred pages have descriptions of what they look like and the character constantly using the bathrooms, usually about three/four times each chapter. Two notable scenes include when the main character is taking a long test(duh) and gets thirsty, but: "I didn't dare raise my hand, as I didn't want to use the toilet later and waste my time." The second notable scene is when her roommate hangs herself due to the pressure of the tests, and it's heavily implied that she's wet herself. Speaking of hanging, in the first book in the Mary Quinn(?) series, called The Spy in the House, opens with a scene of the main girl preparing for a hanging, and is describing a pool of urine where she's standing that was left by the girl who was hung before her. In the second book of that series, The Body in the Tower, Mary dresses up as a poor pageboy to investigate grisly murders that are plaguing the poor of Victorian London. The first scene is when she works with a boy around her age in construction, and they do a poor job and their boss chews them out in such an aggressive way that the boy wets himself in fright, and Mary quietly says she feels sorry for her. VERY detailed, with the sound, smell, and sight all explained. The second scene comes when Mary is sharing a room with another co-worker, and she wakes up extremely desperate to pee but unwilling to blow her cover, so she lies in bed thinking about the previous day's events and being tortured by both a person pumping water into a bucket and her co-worker waking up and taking a: 'long, hissing piss that made her own bladder scream in protest." The second he leaves, she goes before she wets herself. The desperation is nice, lasting for a few pages. That trilogy in particular has a lot of other scenes describing the lack of sanitation in Victorian London and the woes of the poor as a result, making me wonder if that author has some kinks.... .....And that's all I can think of currently. I sure hope this gets as filled-up as the last one!
  5. Hi all... So, I was born with Cerebral Palsy. I use a wheelchair all the time now. I used to walk with a walker or crutches when I was younger but those days are past. So my title is misleading, but not really. With my disability, even when I walked, going to the toilet was an event. It wasn't two minutes in and out. It took time. Combine that with the "Is there an accessible bathroom here?" and other things most people don't think about, it was something that i focused on, a lot, even before it became kink. So in this thread I will tell stories from my early years that brought me here. II know you guys will have questions, and that's cool. But in the interest of saving everyone time I'm going to cover the basics.. First a few ground rules: 1. No pity. I don't want it. 2. No telling me I'm brave or inspiring. I'm not. 3. I grew up in the 80s and 90s. I have long since tired of the ever-changing politically correct language in the disability community. In polite company I say handicapped, among friends I say words like crippled. I joke about my own disability. If that bothers you, this thread may be a bumpy ride. If you try to speech police me it will get bumpier. Now a quick list of answers to questions you didn't ask but will. Yes, I have worn diapers for reasons associated with my disability. Never for kink though because in my mind it is associated with my disability. Hospital, road trips where bathrooms weren't guaranteed, and post-surgery usually. Yes I used my disability to get away with wetting, though more so after it became kink than before. When I was younger there was guilt about someone else having to clean up a mess that I caused on purpose. As to whether my parents knew I did it on purpose: Yes sometimes, but it was usually with permission or at their request for convenience reasons. No, my parents never really punished me for accidents. At most frustration if it was preventable and my fault. My friends and peers mostly just thought it was a disability thing, and didn't care too much. Some of those who caught on to the fact that I was "allowed" to have accidents with little consequence expressed jealousy. Last but not least on the obvious questions: Yes I can have sex, everything works, I'm not paralyzed. Yes sometimes sex involves pee play. No I will not be telling those stories in public. Sorry. General stuff about me, I'm in my early 30s, I have an older sister who will be involved in my stories but the name I use will be fake, because I do not have her permission to write about her here. No, she's not into the kink. Yes, she knows I am. For the purposes of this topic her name is Valerie, and I am your host Erin. That is, in fact, my real name. I was control potty trained at two but I have in fact never gone an entire year in my life without a legitimate accident. As a teen i randomly became an accidental bed wetter again for a few years. So, to properly understand some of the stories I will tell in this thread you need to know that I am, and have always been, really small. I'm 4'8. You also need to understand that even when I could walk, my balance wasn't great. I fall. Never been seriously injured but I have sat in a puddle of my own pee whole looking at the toilet before. More than once. I move slow, I can't use a regular stall, I can't squat to pee outside, and my bladder is as small as the rest of me. That's the overly-long tour. Story in my next post.
  6. A little idea that I had suddenly, a world where it was totally normal to pee wherever you are. So in this story, told from a first person perspective, the main character inexplicably finds herself transported to a world where nobody pees in a toilet, and she finds that she must acclimate to that lifestyle. Story will contain lots of nonchalant peeing and wetting, though the MC might find herself experiencing some desperation in the future. === My consciousness starts to return. I shake my head to try and clear the disorientation. The ringing in my ears won’t subside, though. What the hell happened? Oh right. The mirror. In grandmother’s study. She always told me not to touch it when I was a girl, but today I simply couldn’t resist. I pulled back the sheet which had been covering it and something compelled me to touch the surface of that flamboyant antique. And then… light. Light so brilliant that all my senses went dead. And now, here I am. Apparently in the middle of a street. Suburbs? I see lots of modest dwellings about- houses of somewhat small size. Not even a story high, yet they were all well taken care of. A middle class neighborhood, if I had to guess. But the question remains, how did I end up here? I quickly realize in my current state, my skirt is flipped right up, exposing my pink panties to the world. Though no one is around to see them at the moment. There’s two girls skipping rope about forty meters away, though I don’t believe they noticed me. I quickly pull my skirt back down and get on my feet. I fix my shirt and my jacket, trying my best to maintain a dignified appearance. What happened? How did I get here? My first thought, of course, was that I must be dreaming but this all feels too real. The crisp spring air, the sounds of children playing, the smell of freshly cut grass… and more than that, why would my subconscious mind conjure a setting with which I am totally unfamiliar but contains such explicit detail? “Oh? Haven’t seen you around here before!” I turn around. Behind me is a girl with short, blonde hair. She wears it back with a cute, turquoise headband. A little more slender than I am, a little shorter, and has brilliant green eyes. They seem almost like gemstones amidst her pale complexion. She wears a white spaghetti-strap top with two flowers on the front; one red, one blue, along with some jeans shorts. “Um… I… um…” I stutter stupidly. I’m kind of dumbfounded by how cute this girl is. Her face has childlike features to it and there is a sense of energy around her. I can’t help but feel peppy when I look into her eyes. “You lost?” “Well… yeah.” No point in hiding it. “Thought so.” she says with a smile. “You trying to find any house in particular?” I’m not sure what to say. Do I tell her that I simply touched a mirror, there was a flash of light, then bam, here I am? “Well to be honest, I’m not really sure how I got here.” The girl gives me a worried look. “Well that’s not good. What’s the last thing you remember?” “I…” I hesitate. I can’t tell her the truth. Not yet. She’ll think I’m nuts. But what do I say? “I just can’t seem to remember at the moment.” I play the amnesiac. It’s all I have for now. “You want me to call the cops?” “N-No!” I say hurriedly. “It’s nothing like that!” She gives me a worried smile. “Can you tell me your name?” “Evangeline. You can call me ‘Eva’ though.” “Pretty name!” she smiles more joyfully, “And my name is Kendra! I live right in that house over there!” She nods towards a white house to our left. The closest one. Not more than a few meters away. “Would you like to come in?” she asks. “I just made up some lemonade, if you’d like something to drink.” “That sounds quite nice, thank you.” We enter the house and I am greeted with a pristine hallway. It leads into a dining room and kitchen which share most of their space, and to the right, the living room. It was mostly orderly, with the exception of a few articles of clothing which were strewn about the living room. One shirt, two skirts, several socks, bras and at least seven pairs of panties. It’s something I might expect from a guy’s house, but not a girl. The only thing I couldn’t get past was a slight odor. It was faint, but it was there and unmistakeable. The odor of pee. “Pardon the mess in the living room,” Kendra laughed, “Wasn’t expecting company or I would have tidied up!” “It’s no trouble.” I say. “I appreciate you inviting me in.” She pulls a chair out for me at the table in the dining room, then gets a glass and pours in the lemonade from the pitcher which was sitting on the kitchen counter. Listening to the sound of the ice clink against the glass is enough to remind one of a summer day, not spring. She hands me the glass then proceeds to pour one for herself. “So.” Kendra says as she sits down in the chair across from me. “What can you tell me about yourself, Eva?” “Ah…” I say awkwardly, “There’s not a lot to say. I’m a good student, get good grades. I’m on the honor roll at my university and co-captain of the track team.” “You play a lot of sports?” she says before taking a drink. “I’ve done mostly track.” I say as I finish a drink of my own. “Hundred meter dash and high jump.” “Interesting!” Kendra says with that bright smile of hers. “I do cross country! Used to play football but wasn’t getting along with the captain so I ended up quitting.” “That’s too bad.” I say. “You liked the sport though?” “Definitely!” Kendra pours herself another glass. “The spirit of competition and all that!” I finish off my own glass. Not bad for lemonade. A bit sweet for my personal tastes, but I enjoyed the drink. “I gotta say though,” Kendra says with mild exasperation. “Grades have never been my strong suit. Especially math.” “Really?” I reply. “I find math to be quite simple.” “Wha-?” She gives me an almost disgusted look. “Even geometry?” “Once you understand the basics, it’s all very straightforward.” “Ugh, I just can’t understand it. How is it so easy for people?” I shrug. I don’t really have an answer for her, it’s simply one of those things that comes naturally to me. “I suppose it is what it is.” Kendra sighs. “Maybe we can study together at some point.” “I’m not sure that’s-“ I stop. Not because I know we don’t go to the same school. Not because I’m worried about revealing my own strange entrance into this mysterious world, but because my ears suddenly pick up the sound of liquid splattering onto the floor. “What’s wrong?” Kendra asks me. “Don’t you… hear that?” I check both the drinks. I check the pitcher. Nothing spilled. Yet I know I hear the sound of liquid pouring onto the floor. Specifically, I hear it coming from near the table we’re sitting at. I look down, and there’s a growing puddle around Kendra’s chair, liquid spilling from where she sits. I don’t want to admit it to myself. My mind doesn’t want to accept the only rational explanation. But still, I can’t help but ask the question. “Are… you… peeing?” “Yeah.” she responds in a normal voice. “In your pants?” “Yes…” Kendra seems genuinely confused by my reaction. I’m stunned. I don’t have the words. This girl who was kind enough to take me into her house is suddenly peeing in her chair. Now the odor of pee makes sense. This girl must have a lot of accidents. Can it really be called an ‘accident’ though? She seems perfectly fine with what she’s doing. “What’s with you?” she laughs. “Haven’t you seen someone pee before?” “W-Well…” my stutter returns as I reply, “I mean… I have… but… you know… in the toilet!” “You’ve seen someone pee in a toilet?” she asks. “Okay that’s fine but you seem like totally offended when I peed just now.” “I… I…” “Okay,” Kendra gets up and gives me a stern look. Her legs are drenched. “What’s the deal with you? I have never seen someone react that way to someone who was simply peeing. I mean, if I peed on you, that would obviously be different, but I didn’t.” “Do you honestly not pee in the toilet?” I become accusatory in my exasperation. “Sure, when I have to do the other thing. I mean as long as I’m on there and I have to go.” “So that’s it? You only pee in the toilet while you’re going number two?” “Doesn’t everyone?” she holds her hands out as if this should be obvious. “Where the hell have you been living where it’s normal to pee in a toilet?” I run out of words. At this point, I’ve blown my cover. Is this really a world where peeing in a toilet is a taboo concept? “Truth. Now. Where are you from?” Kendra give me a serious look. “I…” I look out the window. I see the two girls from earlier playing, chasing a ball around. “I don’t know if you’ll believe me.” “You can’t be from this planet if you’re surprised at the sight of someone not peeing in a toilet.” she says with mild sarcasm. I nod slowly. “All I know is that I touched this mirror in my grandmother’s house. I wasn’t supposed to, but I did. When that happened, there was a flash of light and I found myself lying in the street in front of your house. That’s when I met you.” “Huh.” Kendra seems to give the matter some thought, then shrugs. “That’s definitely weird, but you have to be from some other world if you always pee in a toilet.” With all this talking about pee, I soon realize that I have to go. “So… you believe me?” I ask. Kendra shrugs. “If I hadn’t seen your reaction, I probably wouldn’t.” She rests her chin upon her fist as she crosses her arms. “Well… do you have any way of getting back to where you came from?” I shake my head. “Thought as much.” Kendra heaves a heavy sigh. “Well in case you haven’t already realized it, around here it’s pretty much normal to just pee wherever you are.” I wince impulsively. I’m an honor student, for crying out loud! The thought of just peeing myself is… is… “If people see you going to the bathroom a lot, they’ll think you’re either having a severe medical condition or-“ “They’ll think I’m from another world.” I finish her sentence. Kendra nods. “You seem genuine to me. I believe your story. I actually live here alone and I’ve been looking for a roommate to help me pay the rent here. Trouble is, you’re going to have to get a job.” I nod slowly. “And getting a job means… you’re going to have break that bathroom habit of yours.” I grimace. I don’t like the sound of that at all. “It’s what you need to do.” she shrugs again. “People do it all the time here. You leave your shift because you need to pee and your boss is gonna get so mad at you.” “So I just wet myself right there?” She nods as if that was the obvious answer. “Or if you can’t afford to have wet clothes for the moment, you can take a squat on the floor if you need to.” I almost scream. I can barely stand the thought of wetting my clothes in front of someone. But showing my stuff to people while I pee on the floor? Kendra gives me a disappointed look, as if she knows what I’m thinking. “I’m guessing in your world, showing off your lady parts is considered bad too.” I nod as if it’s obvious. “Not here.” Kendra says. “In the summer time, it’s not uncommon for people to go around naked. Or in the case of peeing, for someone to just drop their pants and go.” Then she looks down at my legs. I think she noticed my restlessness. “You have to go right now?” I don’t answer. I know what she’ll tell me to do if I say “yes”. “Come on.” she gestures towards the floor. “Pee.” “N-No!” I protest. “You’re gonna have to do it sooner or later.” Kendra says. “I understand it’s weird for you but someone who regularly goes to the bathroom is gonna get a lot more weird looks than someone who pees on the ground!” In my heart, I know she’s right. If I’m going to fit in, this is a habit I’m going to need to break. So I resign myself. “So… just… go anywhere?” I ask. “Pretty much, yeah.” Kendra replies. “I mean, not anything electronic, obviously, or not in the food or drink and not on other people. We’re not animals, after all.” Easy for you to say. Where I come from, peeing wherever you want is the animalistic behavior. I don’t want to wet myself though. This is the only set of clothes I have with me right now and I’m just nor prepared to ruin them. So… I remove my shoes. I remove my socks. I pull down my skirt and I pull down my panties. I’m standing there naked from the waist down, and Kendra doesn’t even react. “Not going to pee in your skirt, huh?” she remarks. “Seems like a chore, but I understand.” I spread my legs apart slightly. To be honest, I’ve never peed like this before, except back when I was very young and my parents let me walk around the backyard naked. In those days, it’s natural that’s I’d simply empty my bladder as I please. But now… suddenly I feel like I’ve gone back in time. I feel it coming. That feeling of liquid making its way through the passages of my body as I stop holding it in. And then… the sound of liquid striking the hardwood floor beneath me. I look down at my bare body, seeing that stream of pee arc out just slightly. I feel millions of tiny droplets of warmth begin to splatter onto my ankles. I squeeze my skirt and panties in my hand as I accept the disgraceful act which I am performing. I am peeing on the floor. Kendra holds out her arms to congratulate me. “See? Nothing to it.” I smile and nod awkwardly. I didn’t have to go very badly, so there’s not much of a puddle. But still… I feel… tainted. Dirtied. Not only because I just peed on my ankles, and now I can feel it dripping down my thighs, but I just committed an act which I have not done since I was a toddler. It feels immature, childish, and undignified. I subconsciously rub my calves together, as if trying to clean the pee off of them. “You… all right?” Kendra asks. “I will be.” I say. “Trust me. It’ll feel natural in no time.” “Do you have… like… a towel… or something?” I can’t take it anymore. I just can’t go through the rest of the day knowing there’s pee on my legs. Kendra sighs. “Yeah, I can get you a towel. You shouldn’t get used to it, though.” She grabs a rag from the kitchen and hands it to me. I’m starting to realize now just how much of a cultural norm this probably is. Her nose is likely used to the scent of urine that I picked up on the way in. There are no carpets as far as I can see. The couch is made out of some non-absorbent material. None of the chairs have any fabric on them and all the upholstery is raised a few centimeters from the ground. Just enough to avoid puddles. Still, I accept the towel and quickly wipe off the pee from my legs. I can’t get it off fast enough. I sigh. Part of me still can’t believe I just got naked and peed in front of someone I had just met. After wiping my feet off, I start putting all my clothes back on. “So is there anything else I should know about how peeing works here?” I ask. “Gosh, let me think.” Kendra says. “I’ve never actually had to think about it before.” She looks up towards the ceiling for a few minutes. “Like I said, try not to pee on other people, or near something that could obviously get ruined by it. If you’re like sitting on a table and someone’s phone is next to you, you should probably move away from it before you go. And obviously, if you have to go number two, that needs be done in a toilet. Nobody wants to see that!” “All right.” I look down at the two puddles. Then I realize that something doesn’t quite add up. If Kendra never pees in the toilet, shouldn’t there be a lot more puddles in this house. As far as I can see, the two we just made are the only ones. “So… how do you… clean it?” “Clean what?” asked Kendra. “The pee? You clean the floor every morning and every night. Although, I’ll admit I’m more on the lazy side so I only clean every night. No mornings.” “I see.” “Yeah, pee can easily stink if you leave it for too long.” I collapse back into my chair. It slowly starts to sink in just how much of a lifestyle change I’m going to have to make in my time here. “Well,” Kendra says as she puts a hand on my shoulder, “I get the feeling our time together is going to be very interesting!” === It begins to get dark, and Kendra gets some extra blankets, sheets and pillows from a closet. From the living room, there’s another hallway where I can see five doors. Two are closets, two are bedrooms, and the last one is the bathroom. I swear it’s the cleanest room in the house. “So, here’s where you’ll be sleeping.” Kendra says. Honestly though, I can’t get it out of my head how many people might have peed in that bed. “Though starting tomorrow, we should go job hunting for you.” I nod. It was unavoidable if I was going to live here, and if I was living here freely, I’d start to feel guilty. “You still look like something’s bothering you.” Kendra says as she looks at my face. I must have been wincing again. “Well I can’t help but wonder what other kinds of weird things I might see in this world.” I say bluntly. “Am I going to start seeing people whack off in public too?” Kendra breaks out into laughter. “I wasn’t expecting that! But to answer you, no. Masturbating or having sex in public is quite illegal.” “At least that’s the same…” I mumble. “Come on.” she pulls me around the hips. “Let’s go have dinner. I was planning on having soup and sandwiches tonight so there should be enough for two!” We head to the kitchen and she pulls out a can of tomato soup, as well as a loaf of bread, some Swiss cheese, a few cold cuts, lettuce, tomato slices, dijon mustard and mayonnaise. A simple meal, but I’m not expecting a banquet here. Once everything is out, she goes to the sink and washes her hands. It’s hard to wrap my head around it, but as weird as this ‘no-toilet’ thing is, there are still sanitation issues that she’s acknowledging. In my mind, it seems like a contradiction, and yet… Well whatever. She quickly dumps the soup out into a pot and adds some milk to it. Once it’s heating on the stove, Kendra goes to work on making the sandwiches. “So I’m curious.” she says to me. “Do you pee in a toilet every day or something?” “Usually multiple times a day.” I reply. I try to watch my tone this time, as I realize that my habits are likely just as weird to her. She chuckles softly. “I just can’t imagine that. Needing to drop everything just to go pee.” “And I can’t imagine a place like school where everyone is just peeing in their pants in the middle of class.” “It’s an every day thing.” Kendra replies matter-of-factly. The reality is I’m not sure if I could ever do this in public. I almost dread the next day as I know the situation will come up. Perhaps I can avoid by not drinking anything until we get home. I imagine being out in a public square, or in the middle of an interview, and being expected to just… go. With only Kendra here, I can bear it, but in the presence of random strangers? “You’ll get used it.” Kendra reassures me. “You’ll realize that no one is judging you, no one cares about seeing your naughty bits.” “Yeah, yeah, I know.” I say as I sit down on the couch and remove my shoes. Before me is a large shelf which has a TV in it. Roughly one meter in length. A good size. Then I notice the movies that Kendra has. Star Trek, Starship Troopers, Lord of the Rings. Kendra was a bit of a nerd, wasn’t she? More than that, this universe seemed to have most of the same media names as her own world. Kendra comes over and sits down next to me. As she does, she starts to strip off her shorts and her panties. I blush a little as I look over at her bare body. She has some abs. Overall, she seems pretty physically fit. I do my best to maintain my own figure, but I look nothing like that. “So, you have a movie you want to watch?” she asks me. “Um, not really. What would you suggest?” “Have you heard of Lord of the Rings in your world?” “The name sounds familiar.” “It’s great!” she says excitedly. “I’ll show you the first one while the soup is cooking!” She gets up and sticks in the DVD, the returns to her spot on the couch. As the movie goes on, the setting, the characters, everything seems to be the same as I knew it, though I was never much of a fan of fantasy movies like this. Still, I was expecting to see more… well… pee. But even twenty minutes in, there was nothing weird. As we watch, the sound of liquid spilling begins to fill the room again. I look over to my left at Kendra, who has her legs spread apart, and between them is a strong stream of pee flowing outward. She doesn’t react at all. She just casually watches the movie while she continues to pee on the floor from the couch. Despite the movie, the only thing I can watch is Kendra’s pee start to puddle up onto the floor below. Watching her, of course, makes me need to pee. That lemonade from earlier finally made its way to its destination. And I wonder this time what I should do. Last time I simply stripped down and peed on the floor, but I know I’m going to feel way too self-conscious to do that in public tomorrow. I am going to have to get used to not stopping whatever it is I’m doing and just… go. Yes, as gross as it sounds, it is something I need to adapt to. And so… I relax my bladder muscles again. Nothing comes out. I know I need to pee, but nothing is coming out. My heart starts to beat faster and my breath grows ragged. It’s taking effort to pee. What the hell? “All right, I’m gonna go check on the soup. Should be ready soon.” Kendra rises from her seat, her bare bottom dripping with pee again. Beside me is nice puddle which formed in the indent of the place where she sat. Most of her pee seems to be running along the cracks in the couch and conveniently drains out onto the floor. Is there a science to these couches created so that one doesn’t have to sit in their own pee for too long? Putting that thought aside, I get up and go to the kitchen with Kendra. Perhaps if I’m standing, I’ll have an easier time peeing my panties. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, if I haven’t already said it.” “It’s my pleasure.” Kendra answers. “If some weirdo found you, who knows what would have happened?” I nod in agreement. Kendra almost seems like a godsend, given my unusual circumstance. I look at the soup, which is beginning to boil now. I realize I’m getting hungry and I don’t want to wait any longer. I sure could use something to munch on. My bladder pings me again, trying to let out its contents. I spread my legs slightly again and try to pee. Apparently my bladder doesn’t realize the contradiction here, as I attempt to go but nothing comes out. I give a slight push, letting out the smallest breath as I do so. And finally, it comes. It begins as a small patch of warmth along my crotch, but it quickly turns to the feeling of liquid as everything gushes out. I can feel it trying to escape through the gap between my panties and my legs, unsure if it wants to travel down my thighs or just drip down. Then the sound. The sound of liquid striking the hardwoods as my pee is absorbed through my panties. Finally, I can stop giving effort, as my body starts to pee on its own. Kendra doesn’t seem to notice at first, as she continues to stir the soup. Then, after a few seconds, she perks up. “Ah, you decided to pee your panties this time.” I nod with a bashful smile on my face. I find myself hoping that I didn’t get any on my skirt, but I think the position I’m in is ideal for making sure all the pee goes straight down. However, I’m sure my socks are getting drenched. I can feel it starting to pool up inside of them. “Well, you’re getting there.” Kendra pats me on the shoulder. “Before long, you’ll probably wonder why you ever bothered peeing in a toilet!” she gives a small laugh. I still feel disgusting. This should be something I do. Can I really get used to just peeing as soon as I need to go? It was going to a very difficult adjustment. But maybe, with Kendra’s support, I just might get through it.
  7. Hi. I found this short POV video of a girl peeing in a urinal, facing it. i liked it, so I thought some of you might too. Warning, ladybits visible (OMG!) Love Liesje BonyLastingKilldeer.webm
  8. Wet the Bed Friday night, my husband and I decided that we would go out with some friends for drinks after work. So we met up with them at a lovely trendy craft beer place, and ordered flight after flight of tasters. I ended up trying a ton of different beers – some good, some clearly trying too hard, but that’s how it goes with craft beer. I was still in my work clothes (in this case a black pencil skirt, cotton panties, and a purple blouse) and was getting pretty sloppy. For those of you who will know me, I’ve got a tendency to be a slightly sloppy drunk. Well, we were 4 (or maybe 5) flights in, and my hubby wrapped things up and called us a cab (an hour long Skytrain ride would have resulted in me getting up to some bad behaviour on the train, I’m sure, or having a public accident. My husband is well aware of my sloppy drunken tendencies, and often takes care of me in these situations, making sure I don’t have more, and helping me get ready for bed (which if I’ve been drinking means getting me into a diaper). Well tonight, he was about as drunk as I was, it was a long week for him and he was helping to finish off the stronger beers, and some of those craft beers are pretty strong (one particular imperial IPA comes to mind... sort of). Anyhow, he had it together to get us a cab and home, but once we were home, we were both pretty wired, so we ended up making a couple of gin and tonics, and watching Netflix on the couch. At some god awful hour, we decided to head to be, though I have only vague recollections of this. Before this fateful time, we decided to have another gin and tonic, and my hubby, being British, made them strong. I don’t know what being British has to do with it, but he insists it’s some sort of national thing, particularly after a couple. We went to bed and I remember stripping naked, and possibly mumbling something like “Hun, I’m a bedwetting risk tonight, I should probably wear something.” And him brushing it off or I’m not sure what. Anyhow, I just crawled into bed and was out like a light. Not only did I not put on a diaper, but I also didn’t even go to the bathroom before crashing. I remember waking up, and feeling completely soaked, both the bedding underneath me, and my thighs and sex. I felt about and my inner thighs were very wet, like I had woken up while still peeing or having just finished. I still felt like I needed to pee urgently, and I remember staggering up, dripping everywhere, and peeing in the washroom. Slightly drunken and sleepy Rachel came back from the bathroom with a towel, and I put this down to lie on, and I went back to sleep. I don’t know how long I was out for, but I woke up some time later feeling wet again, either the pee from the bed had soaked through the towel, or, which was much more likely, I had wet the bed again. I was feeling sticky, and hot, and wet, and not a little surprised, as usually I sleep through these sorts of things and just wake up in the morning in a puddle. I should point out that on both of these occasions, my husband just lay next to me, snoring, oblivious. Also, on neither occasion had my wet spot reached him, or so it seemed. Anyhow, my bladder was empty, and I was sober. Mostly. I just wanted to get some sleep, but didn’t want a hangover and didn’t want to lay in a puddle. So I got up, had two moderate-sized glass of water, and put down my Peepod mat, something I should have done initially, and slid a Goodnite up my sticky legs. I then crashed out and slept the rest of the night. We ended up sleeping in to about 11 am, which was lovely, though every time my husband tried to cuddle, I kept him away, worried he’d roll into my puddle. When I say we slept in to 11am, I should note that I woke up again at about 9 am and found my Goodnite wet and my legs still sticky and uncomfortable. I opted to just leave it on, and roll over, already a mess. When we finally did get up, my husband was almost oblivious to the fact that I’d had a major bedwetting accident beside him. Even after I said that I was going to do the laundry apologetically, he didn’t clue in. It was only after he had woken up a little, rolled over and felt me on the dry, Peepod pad, that he remembered that my wetting the bed might have been a worry, and then he only realized that the Peepod was concealing a large puddle, after I told him apologetically. I got up and stripped the bed, still wearing my wet Goodnite. I enjoyed the feeling of shame that is associated with stripping a wet bed in the morning, magnified by my being in a wet Goodnite. It was only after all the wet sheets, the towel, the Peepod pad and the ‘waterproof’ mattress cover were stripped did I realize that the mattress cover had failed to do its job and that the mattress was wet. As you can see from these pictures I snapped during the process, this was certainly not the first time that I have wet our bed, and that when my bedwetting issues cropped up again, that we had trouble finding a good mattress cover. Anyhow, still wearing nothing but a wet Goodnite, I made my way to the bathroom to shower. My legs were sticky with sweat (as it had been a hot night), and pee (as I’d wet the bed three times). The good news was that the water seemed to have helped and I was not hung over. Or at least not all that much. I showered off, had some breakfast and tea. Thinking about the evening, my feelings of shame waking up in the morning, and all the complicated emotions that I have around bedwetting made me very aroused and I will admit to bringing myself to orgasm while ridding my hung-over husband, who needed some coaxing, given his hangover. I’ve not wet the bed unintentionally in a while, I thought I’d share. Rach
  9. With Kayra's approval i have created a new thread for her and her pee shows for everyone who still wishes to be a part of the pee shows of our Queen. As many of you know, she loved all the challenges and fun things you guys made her do, so feel free to come and join her in her room again soon and have fun like we previously did together. She has also given me permission to post Gifs and pictures, now and in the future. There may even be some short videos in the future. Any information about upcoming shows will be posted here. I will also post here everytime she comes online ( unless im sleeping lol ) The link to her page - https://m.chaturbate.com/kayra_latin_/ She hopes to see you there again soon, to torture her and bring fun and laughter. Please be polite and treat her with respect. Bladder bulges, Challenges, Beer shows, Pee dancing, Nude peeing, Wetting panties or pants, She does it all. Powerful pee streams - Sexy pee dancing - Bladder bulges - Wetting Jeans -
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    Naoko Enjoji was raised in a home of wealth and luxury. Suddenly, she was uprooted by a condition for her schooling: "The mistress will experience life in my hometown." Naoko had to live like Charlotte, her lowly mansion servant, to learn humility and survival. This was her condition. Naoko was confused and uncooperative at first, but Charlotte was able to persuade her. So began Naoko's life of survival in the countryside. Train fare was 15800 yen. If Naoko wanted to go home, she had to scrape together the money. Until then, she and Charlotte were out here on their own... Explore the mountains, towns and village! Collect garbage, fish the rivers! * GAME * Play as protagonist Naoko Enjoji, a wealthy girl in an unfamiliar rural setting. Sell fish! Sell discarded items! Eat and drink and stay alive, and level up! Money is hard to come by! You're not a thief for salvaging cardboard and junk. But you are if you steal from homes! Decide what's important based on basic needs and urges: your stomach is growling with hunger; you need to pee and poop; you like to be naked but indecent exposure is a crime!; you want to have fun at night, but it's dangerous!!!H scenes help you adapt (raise your level) in certain skill areas. You can kill bugs and animals for experience, and you can efficiently level up by doing activities on the island. Adapt to improve "ecchi skill" and extend "underwater diving time". * RURAL LIFE * There are several gauges you'll want to keep in balance: stress, strength, fullness (stomach), hydration, and two wastes (poop, bladder). Depending on your situation, you may suffer various bad statues: inability to fight, criminalism, hunger, food poisoning, stomach pain, stress, dirtiness (mud), dirtiness (semen), soiling/incontinence. * No matter who else is in your party, if Naoko's strength reaches 0 in battle, it will be a game over after hte battle, so watch out!

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  11. Does anyone here have any videos of a bulging bladder like showing it off? I find those really good (and impressive lol I've been trying to acheive that as well but thats a different story :p)
  12. Hey everyone. Just trying to get as many people as possible to say the funnest ways they like to pee/wet them selves :P hopefully the posts will give people fun ideas that maybe they hadnt thought of :) Mine is going on a long walk leaving the house bursting to pee wearing black leggings converse on my cute little bare feet and a nice top then just walking and walking until i burst soaking my self from crotch to toe :P hehe. Whats you're fave ways of peeing or wetting?
  13. Version 1.0.0

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    Hello again. MKFan200 here with another animation...at a whole whopping 5300 frames! Geez! I'm actually shocked on this one because I didn't intend for it to go on that long; but it ended up doing exactly that. What a pain...I won't be doing another like this one for awhile now. It's actually longer than 2:30 minutes; which was not the intention. I made a small story for this...Kairi, Namine, and Xion are on a vacation at a getaway resort; and have their own little cottage to themselves. During that morning, all three girls are feeling the effects of drinking too much juice from a party yesterday...now they all really have to go! They didn't even bother getting dressed because all three are that desperate...but alas...the bathroom has only two toilets!? Who will go first!? I had this one done for awhile now; but it was only now that I decided to upload it. This one had numerous problems due to the models...all of them had SOME issue that I ran into while animating this. Even now in completed state, the Namine model is going to look weird. Idh why...perhaps it was because it was a base model for rigging clothes on...that's really it...I have nothing beyond that guess. I also had to use two Kairi models for what I was going with (one wearing underwear, one nude)...which is why you'll see her panties change color when she's taking them off. And for the life of me, I can't find a model for a pair of white panties that isn't attached to a model...so I had to make do with what I had. Still...I made do and a couple people (1 person) said it looked great prior before release...so I hope you all enjoy this one. To the individual who was reviewing my animations, I did try to make it transparent...but I need to play with it more before I try that more often. If the transparency isn't set to the right spot, it ends up looking like water...so it'll look more solid for a bit until I get better with it. In addition, I updated all of my videos...all of them now have credits to where each resource used was found. CREDITS Kairi and Namine in underwear: Reseliee Xion: I was unable at this time to find the maker...I will have to give a raincheck on the credit here for now Toilet: MocaAngel Nude Kairi base: Kazuki9484 Bathroom: swiftcat-mooshi Outside stage: MMD3DCGParts Doors: ろっし Panties: amiamy111 Pee effect by E教授: 水/液体/流体シミュレーションver2.0

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  14. I was wondering, since it's the labia that break up the stream and make female urination messy.
  15. Amanda's 1st accident in 7th grade Based on true events I personally witnessed with a little extra detail thrown in. This is also my first story so don't be too harsh! Amanda was new at this middle school having moved from just a town over 2 weeks prior. She knew a few people from sports leagues she participated in before moving but other than that was fairly new to most students but quickly made friends. Many of the boys had also quickly developed crushes on her. She had shoulder length golden blonde hair, beautiful green eyes, a tomboyish personality, a heck of an arm to throw the football, slender with a cute medium sized perfectly round butt and the biggest breasts of any girl in the school let alone 7th grade. (I was one of those boys and this is why this event stuck with me all these years). It was almost the end of the school year already and was extremely hot outside. We were all very encouraged to drink plenty of water and stay hydrated throughout the day. These events took place right after lunch. It was 5th period English with Mr. Luginbill, we had 4th period in the same class before lunch which is an important note for how this turned out. The Math and English teachers had agreed for us to have 4th and 5th hour for the same subject on alternating days. Never heard of it before and haven't since. Anyways Mr. Luginbill was a cool teacher who made English interesting and fun (can't tell by my writing I know) but he didn't like to put up with any screwing around during class time. Amanda quickly becoming popular would end up talking and not paying much attention during his classes. You would get 4 bathroom passes each quarter of the year in his class. Amanda knowing the year was almost over used 3 of them before this day, somewhat taking advantage of getting out of class for a little bit. Maybe she was really using the bathroom, but I feel Mr. Luginbill had his suspicions that this was not the case. About 15 minutes into our 4th hour during a poem reading she had taken that 4th pass up to his desk during another students presentation and allowed her to go to the bathroom. She signed out and didn't return for about 20 minutes which is a long time considering how close the bathrooms were to our class. She returned with about 15 minutes left before we went to lunch and a half assed recess/break? Not sure what you would call it, everyone standing around in the heat under trees talking. Sometimes if we were lucky someone brought a football from home. It was over 100 degrees and everyone was drinking plenty of fluids. Amanda especially having a Monster energy drink with lunch and pounding water after throwing the ball around with us guys. She put us to shame with that skill and we were all mesmerized by her beauty while doing it. Her and some of the other girls would play tackle football after school. It was a great excuse for us youngsters to get comfortable touching and flirting I suppose but that's not important in this story, just setting up why the guys liked her so much. We all returned to class sweating like farm animals just getting cooled off when I heard "damn I really gotta pee" I personally have always since I can remember been interested when anyone muttered those type of trigger words. Preferably women but even being straight since day one even when a guy is desperate or mentioned they had to piss I would pay close attention. She immediately without even raising her hand said out loud enough for Mr. Luginbill to hear from the back of the class room "I have to pee really bad can I please go to the bathroom real quick?" Mr. Luginbill responded with "You just got back from break why didn't you go then" Amanda responded with "I didn't have to go until I sat down in the AC, please I really gotta go" Mr. Luginbill told her to hold it and work on her poem. The whole room was silent for about 5 minutes when you could hear a metal on metal clanking sound. Amanda was shaking her leg back and forth, the rivet on her tight blue jeans making contact with the desk more erratically by the second. Her face was turning red as people started paying more attention to her moving around so much. A few minutes later again with the class silent and Mr. Luginbill looking at his computer Amanda loudly without embarrassment said "please let me go to the bathroom or I'm seriously going to pee my pants!" Of course being a fan of this I was intrigued. She had to been overreacting like most girls do I thought but was shocked she would say something like that so soon calling attention to herself without a care of what anyone else thought. She was being over dramatic right? Or she really did have to pee that badly? Mr. Luginbill stuck to his guns and said "No Amanda, do your work we are almost half way through class already". She whined and started doing one of the more memorable pee pee dances I'd ever seen in my life. Opening and closing her legs, lifting her butt off of her seat, and putting her hands between her legs periodically. She kept saying under her breath but so everyone could hear "I gotta peeee, omg I'm going to piss my pants, I have to pee so bad" in no particular order. For the next 10 minutes this went on, I had a decent view being 2 rows over and 3 seats up having an excuse to be turned to talk to my friend behind me as we were working on a poem (song) since we had finished the project most of the class was working on. I just stayed turned in my seat pretending to be looking at a paper and checking the clock as I kept glancing up at her and watching this in awe hoping to see something happen. I thought to myself this is 7th grade and I haven't seen an accident since 1st. There is no way anything will happen, besides the desperation show Amanda was putting on. I might as well enjoy this while it lasted. I had to pretend I was interested in writing this song when all I could think about and concentrate on was her bladder. Class was ending in about 20 minutes and you could see the sweat forming on Amanda's forehead. She continued her desperate dance then out loud one more time asked "please can I go to the bathroom I gotta go so bad I'm really about to pee my pants!" Mr. Luginbill finally decided to give in and said ok bring me your bathroom pass and you may go. Amanda with a whining tone said she didn't have any left. "Please let me go just this once this is really an emergency!" Wiggling her legs constantly she then shot up out of her seat and crossed her legs hard while bending forward bouncing up and down right next to her desk. "You have been here 2 weeks and you have used up all 4 of your passes?" Mr. Luginbill said. Amanda cried out saying "please I gotta pee please I am going to pee my pants I swear I'm not kidding!!" She then hops up and sat on her desk squeezing her legs tightly together placing both hands on her crotch starting to make a scene out of it. "Amanda please sit back down in your seat. We now have about 15 minutes you can wait that long" Mr. Luginbill said "you should have thought about this before you used all of your passes" I was in heaven but I did feel bad because now I could really tell after being on the internet watching videos and reading experiences for years, even at that point that she was not kidding when she said she was about to pee her pants. She was showing all the classic signs. She remained seated on top of the desk holding herself raising her butt up and down bouncing, her breasts moving with the flow getting more of the guys to look Im sure. Everyone was whispering and talking about what was going on. "Just let her go" "she can hold it she is being a baby" "she should just get up and walk out" "this is amazing" last one was me which I didn't say out loud... Amanda then snapped at Mr. Luginbill saying "I'm going to FUCKING PEE MY PANTS DO YOU WANT PISS ALL OVER YOUR CLASS ROOM?!?!" Everyone looked to him for a response after she cursed at him. he said "You should have thought about that before wasting your passes, now I'm going to have to call the principal for interrupting my class and disrespecting me with this outburst" he then picked up the phone as Amanda was sitting on her desk starting to shake and cry. He hung the phone up before dialing seeing her do this and said "Amanda if I let you go will this teach you something about being responsible with your time? This is your eduction and time you're wasting not mine" She shook her head yes not saying a word. He then said ok go ahead and go but hurry up and be back before the bell rings. This was the moment I thought, well that was entertaining and will be thinking about it tonight when I get home. I had no idea what was about to happen next would be one of my favorite memories from school. Heck from childhood, even my life for that matter. Amanda started to inch her butt forward on the top of the desk to slide off to get onto her feet and make a mad dash for the ladies room. Many people watching the drama unfold thought the drama was over but then the class all heard her say "I can't move without peeing! I'm going to peeeeeeeee!!!" She cried out "I CANT MOVE!!!" Starting to bawl hysterically as she tightly pressed her hands into her crotch and squeezed her eyes shut while using every muscle in her body. She was shaking frantically trying to hold onto her bladder just a little longer. Amanda got one foot on the floor separating her legs for a split second PSSSSSSSSHHTTHHHHHH Me along with the rest of the class snapped our heads up and looked at her in shock hearing that loud hiss of pee escape her vagina. She immediately got her second foot on the ground stopping the 2 second but extremely power and loud spurt. The butt of her blue jeans turned dark, visibly wet from that intense spurt alone. Droplets of pee splashed on her desk and paper showing the sheer amount of pressure her pee exploded out of her. Her underwear didn't stand a chance seeing the damage already caused. She had to be wearing a thong or was she leaking before maybe I thought? But before I could think a second more PSSHHHHHHT PSSSHHHHHTTTT Amanda was holding herself hard as everyone could hear the loud spurts lasting about 2 seconds each again. Pee started to go down the back of both of her thighs when she regained control and opened her teary eyes for the first time since she first spurted. Seeing the damage and having the realization that she was wetting her pants in the 7th grade at 14 years old caused her to cry harder. Shaking more furiously due to being upset from the shock and her muscles being over worked for the past hour. Everyone was looking at her stunned in silence, no one laughed or said a word. She let go of her crotch, pee pouring out of her cupped hands onto the floor. She then crossed her legs tightly once more in a final effort to get out of the classroom and to a toilet. With her thighs pressed together she inched towards the door as she felt streaks from the previous spurts inch further down her legs. She couldn't believe this was happening 2 weeks in a new school district right before summer vacation. She hadn't had an accident since she was potty trained. Thousands of thoughts running through her head as she is trying not to lose full control of her overfilled bladder in front of the whole class. Amanda reached the door handle and right before she can give it a turn PPPPPPPSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHPPSHHHHHHTTTTHHHSSSHHSTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIISSSSSSsssssssshhhhhh.....psssssssss Amanda stood there frozen in time, the room silent except for the extremely loud hissing coming from her jeans. The warm rivers of pee covering 90% of the front and back of her pants, soaking her socks and sneakers then pooling on the one spot in the room that was white tile. The light yellow pee was spreading at an alarming rate running over onto the thin carpet. She peed and peed for well over a minute and a half at full force until the stream finally slowed down but still running. She couldn't even tell if she was peeing anymore or not. She felt weak and leaned her body into the corner facing the wall by the classroom door crying loudly. She didn't want to look at the faces of anyone. She wished she was anywhere but in this moment. Humiliated already thinking she needs to beg her parents to switch schools. Her face and ears were hot and red as the stream stopped but her pants still glistening and dripping from the explosion that just took place. In this moment I was so aroused yet felt so bad for her and wanted to give her a hug. Before anyone could do anything Mr. Luginbill went over and put his hands on her shoulders saying he was sorry. She wouldn't look at him as she continued to cry. He told the class when the bell rings in a few minutes move along to your next class. He then escorted her to the nurses office personally. As soon as the door shut behind them everyone started talking about what happened. A few laughed saying she needs to learn how to control herself while most felt bad and basically told them to shut up. I myself kept thinking this wasn't real, I couldn't believe what I just saw. One of my biggest fantasies came true and I couldn't stop replaying each second in my head. When the bell rang everyone made a huge deal of stepping over the lake of pee by the door while I wanted to stick my face in it or something. I didn't know what I wanted to do I had turned as red as she was, flustered by this event. Two more classes then I could go home and think about this more and see if she would get on msn messenger. Unfortunately she didn't and I just fantasized over the weekend. She was back to school Tuesday and when I did talk to her I didn't have the guts to ask about it or bring it up. I never heard anyone talk to her about it until 3 years later in High School when she mentioned she needed to pee in a photography class. Someone who wasn't even there to see the event blurted out "She is serious she will drown us if you don't let her go" she laughed and got up to go to the bathroom. Amanda will never know how she effected me for years prior and years to come based off of one full blown wetting accident. It's better that way.
  16. PPP

    Raw Film Scene

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    In this scene from the French film Raw, a college student (Ella Rumpf) unsuccessfully tries to teach her sister (Garance Marillier) how to pee standing up. It looks like the actresses peed for real, and apparently Rumpf confirmed this in an interview.

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  17. Okay I know this isn't omo as such but I wanted to share it anyway. So I got home from work and there was a thunderstorm. It was almost pitch black outside and rain was thundering down. I hadn't gone to the bathroom all day at work and had been drinking tea. I waited until my family was away then decided I'd do it in the garden for a bit of fun. I figured I'd get away with it as it was already raining. My neighbours have a view of my garden so I had to be discreet. I started by taking my underwear off and sitting on the back step (I wear a skirt). I then peed a little onto the path. I then stood up, stood with my legs apart a little and peed onto the grass. It felt so good! I then went over to some dirt and squatted down near to my cat, pretending to pet her (in case the neighbours looked!) And peed into the dirt. I let out most of my pee there. I really wanted to do a standing pee on the fence or a distance pee (I can pee standing) but the neighbours might've seen me. I stood up and let out the rest of my pee, standing on the grass. I really want to try standing and peeing outside properly, though. I can aim and piss standing into a toilet. I'd love to try it on a wall or a tree sometime like a real dude ;).
  18. Hello. I haven't posted any art here yet, but I enjoy making it. I have been art making for maybe 2ish years and have not been happy with the quality or speed in which I produce art. To counteract this, recently I decided to just say "fuck it" and just draw anything in an attempt to improve my body proportions and general output of art. Here I have compiled some sketches I made over the last few days. Most of these are quickies I made with references of real women needing to pee. You can tell where I need to work on the most, haha. Hope it's not too offensive to the eyeballs. Warning! Some nudity! And here's a more polished image as a bonus. Kinda shows my style a bit more. I'd be happy to hear any thoughts on my art. I know I'm not perfect, but I hope that by continuing to just make anything I will get better.
  19. Munio

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    From the album: Munio 2016

    This is the first work for 2016. The photograph used as the background was taken by myself.

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  20. From the album: Stargrazer's art

    This was her first and last time I guess. >A-aruji-dono, gomen'nasai!
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