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Hi, I haven't posted anything in a while, but. I had to post this. So....I peed in my pants today. I had a dentist appointment today to get a filling fixed, and I planned out my bathroom breaks very poorly. So, the dentists office has a bathroom, but I never got around to using it, because you have to ask, and then be escorted through the employee's break room to get there. Mix that with my numbed tounge form the filling, and I didn't feel the need to embarrass myself by asking. To fill you guys in, I recently broke my back basically....my pelvis more like. The sacraum is the back of your pelvis that channels most of the nerves for your lower body, and as omo luck would have it, one of the areas I lost feeling in was my bladder. There was substantial muscle damage to my groin area, as I was crushed under a car. I pretty much lost all of the strength in my kegels, and the hardware its self was injured and numbed out. So, I basically got an omo dream come true, I couldn't feel it coming, and I couldn't hold it in when I did. This was made worse by the fact that my bowel control remained somewhat normal. Albeit internal bruising when pooping is screamingly painful....(shudder). So, with all that damage, needless to say I wet myself a few times during recovery, but since I was on 2 month bed rest, I preferred to avoid this. I don't particularly love wetting my bed if I have to be stuck in it 24/7, and seeing as how nothing worked down there, enjoyment wasn't really the 1st thing in my mind. So, i made the efforts to avoid peeing in my bed. Being stuck at home within 20 feet of a bathroom all day helped as well. Once I was able to walk again, and wear normal clothes, I had to keep up this planning. So, a part from a few notable accidents, I got pretty good at setting up bathroom breaks to avoid any incidents as the feeling in my lower half has slowly come back. I'm probably 90% of the way there with my feelings returning, so I've been just fine, back to normal except the urge to pee still comes on late and doesn't quite feel as bad as it is. Anyway, as I was leaving the dentist office, I got the urge to go, where if I'd been at home I'd have immediately gotten up to go, as it's the kind of warning that leaves me with about 5 to 10 minutes to find a place to pee. I wandered over to the real estate office next door and inquired about a bathroom, I was promptly told no and to use the dentist office. I considered this, but as I returned to the lobby, I saw the girl working at the desk was the beautiful 30's something assistant I have a fairly large crush on. As childish as that sounds, I was even worse off in deciding I'd be too embarrassed to appear weak in front of her, so i turned and left. I decided I'd stop at a public park/tennis court on the way back. I was only about 15 minutes away from home, but I wasn't sure how my timing would work out since I'd delayed a bit so far. The park would work since it's open, but usually empty with the covid restrictions. I squirmed my way to my car and headed down the street. I had a split second thought that I could wet intentionally, but I just really wasn't in the mood. Plus, I like that I was slowly getting back to normal with my injury, and wetting my pants feels like a setback at this point. I pulled into the park and parked my car. I could see there were a few women playing tennis but otherwise just a landscaping truck and nothing else. As I waddled up to the bathroom, I could see that it was locked. It's one of those outdoor single rooms like you see at every park. I could hear who I assumed to be the landscaper inside loudly pooping. This is when the panic began to set in. I knew it would be a few minuets before he was done, but I didn't have any choice but to wait. I squirmed over to the sidewalk and wandered down by the little footbridge going over the pond that connects to the tennis courts. It was slightly hidden, but not enough for me to pee anywhere. Plus the cameras that covered the park convinced me to just hold it and not risk getting arrested for public urination. I waited down there slightly out of sight until I heard the door open, I poked my head out just in time to see another landscaper man go right in after the other left. I knew then I was screwed. Even if he was in and out quick, I wouldn't get back to the building. I turned around with my legs crossed and begsin trying to figure out how to pee on a tree without showing the camera, or the tennis courts my junk. It didn't matter. I had started leaking by the time the first guy left l, and my crotch was feeling very warm by this point. I grabbed myself, but my control was fading and I couldn't stop the trickle. My crotch was soaked and a quick look down saw my dark stain spreading down my thighs. I just kinda gave up at this point and let it go. I peed enough to soak down to my ankles, and got my socks pretty wet. At this point, I needed to make a mad dash to get out of here before the entire tennis court looked over to see a 28 year old peeing in his pants. I ran back up the walkway, and ducked into the pavilion and sat on a bench till the landscapers went by on their mowers, then I high tailed it out of there. I just got home a few minutes ago, and my hands are still shaking from excitement. It was not what I wanted to do today, but I can't lie and say I didn't enjoy it. Hope its entertaining enough to read. I did take a photo if anyone is interested, just message me. I still feel a little nervous posting for all to see. But if you message me and really want to see it, I suppose I could reveal it. Thanks again everyone, I love this site. Where else could you post a story like this and not be ostracized? Haha!

So as mentioned a fair while ago, to ease the nerves of doing a "public" wetting, I've been doing some wettings outside of my house, at first literally just behind my house in a very hard-to-see area, to later on being more likely to be seen spots. One thing that put a damper on my outdoor wetting is Winter, since snow is the norm up here and a weird patch without snow would bring up far too many questions. Not too long ago, though, we had some freak warm weather and rain come by, leaving the ground quite snow free save for the odd banks here or there made from my shoveling. I decided to take advantage of it and go to a spot a bit more visible than where I wet last time. It was a cold day, but I didn't really think anything of it until I started to let go. And then I saw the steam I was making as I wet. Hot liquids in cold air naturally make steam, so I have no idea what i was thinking before hand, but I had started, and I couldn't really move from that spot. Rather than nerves, I felt somewhat excited by the cloud of steam I was making, it made things so obvious as to what I was doing if anyone happened to see me. Guess my public wetting nerves are gone now, and now I have an urge to do more wettings out in the cold, just to see the steam as much as to feel the warm dampness spreading.

I have mostly been a lurker (I don't even use my account regularly), but I told myself to muster up the courage and write a post after today's happenings, hoping that it was worth it. It was a strange day for me, as I had woken up earlier than I usually do, as well as surprisingly feeling rather productive. I prepared myself some breakfast, having 3 cups of water along the way, not thinking much of them, thinking "My mouth is pretty dry, so I might as well try to better my drinking habits today...". I soon remembered consuming them, however, since my bladder was feeling somewhat full, making me rather aroused. After a while of reading and teasing myself, drinking more water, waiting up until before lunch, I snuck into the bathroom. (Now, as my bathroom is rather cramped and I am a relatively light individual, I carefully sat atop the dryer.) After removing my underwear, I started to touch myself, as help to encourage my release. I wasn't as full as usual, so I was somewhat anxious to release from such an unusual position, dribbling in doubt as I fear to not make a mess, but fortunately, I was met with a shy stream spraying itself all over the shower floor (the direction I was turned towards while sitting to, of course, prevent a mess). Post this session, I went to have lunch, after which I consistently drank from my water bottle while going about my day. As it was Saturday, it wasn't much of an eventful day (at least, not in a regular sense). A few hours after lunch and I felt an urge, a bit of a bigger urge than before, having drank all that water... It was sunny during this time, so I was doubtful, but I decided to use my balcony (this being the first time of a total few today); I was unsure, holding myself in doubt, when I noticed that it started to rain. I thought "This is it, just what I needed! With this, I can hide the fact!" and soon released a slow stream, careful to not damage the wall, but also trying to avoid suspicion from anyone else that may be outside, both from an auditory and visual standpoint. (While doing this standing up proved to get some liquid on myself, I payed no mind). Of course, I soon continued with my regular activities, and felt an urge after a while shorter than before, although this release wasn't very memorable, as it went similarly to the first. Now, finally, the situation that inspired me to write this in the first place... Obviously, I was keeping up with my newly-learned habit of hydrating regularly, trying not to give in to my urge as I've engaged in this too many times in one day... But I had enough. I could feel how hard and heavy my bladder has become, begging for release, tingling with every movement... I didn't have a choice, I had to act quickly. The weather outside was unstable, raining and then stopping, then raining again, but it was mostly light rain. My balcony floor had a big puddle of liquid by now, mostly containing my own, if not for the stray raindrops getting past the balcony cover. Then, I suddenly noticed the rain growing more steadily, wobbily rushing outside, holding myself desperately; This time, I tried to resist on purpose. Having to shield myself from the rain by crouching, I felt the building pressure of my bladder more intensely than before, offering myself more and more stimulation, holding back my moans... And then I burst. As the rain was hitting harder, I let out a strong jet, suppressing any sort of auditory pleasure I had to express. It felt wonderful when the rain increased in intensity just as I hit nirvana, the way it was in sync with my body... And just as I finished, it started sleeting; Really, on a late June evening, at that! I hurriedly stood to my feet, getting hit by the sleet before hurriedly rushing inside and closing the balcony door, hearing the sound of icy particles hitting against metal, concrete and glass. I genuinely couldn't believe what just had happened, and for it to be as I was in such a situation... As for things after this ordeal, the effects of rapid desperation didn't leave me just yet, even giving me a full bladder as I'm writing this! All in all, I'm glad to share this experience, even if a little anxious, as I don't usually talk about personal matters like these with anyone, always indulging in them alone. I also apologize if this story isn't exactly fit for this site, as there was no clothes/underwear wetting involved, only rapid desperation and semi-public relief. Either way, I hope this was an enjoyable read, and I wish to recieve feedback, be it positive or negative. I may even write some more if there's demand, so stay tuned!

View File Jade FP-007 / Japanese Locked Out / No Place to Go A hour and a half of (11) Japanese women wetting a mix of jeans/pants, shorts, skirts-panties in staged desperation scenes – typically locked out or dead end situations. Several stripping down to panties but no nudity. Some blurring of the public surroundings at the very start on a few, gone by the wetting which is semi-public at best. Assuming this was broken into 3 (or more) videos, part 1 and 3 were posted at the source. (Hey, it doesn't make sense to me either, but don't look a gift horse in the mouth, right?) Four gals in part 1, seven in part 3. _______ Mods: Forgive me but what does "version number" below mean? What if it doesn't apply? Submitter wetotter Submitted 12/27/2017 Category Desperation Clothing Jeans Jean shorts Panties/Undies Shorts Skirt

I finally summoned up the courage to do something a little daring so thought I'd share! My first time sharing so be nice! As I live only a short walk from work it makes sense for me to hold the key to the office... Unfortunately that means I have no excuse when I need to work late... Normally that's just as dull as it sounds, but yesterday I finally decided "f**k it, I'm going to have fun with this today!" and FINALLY I summoned up the courage to be a little naughty and do something more daring than wetting in the comfort of my own home in a nice comfy nappy! Some background; I've been having a bit of a tough time of it lately - about 2 months ago I had to take on a heap of extra responsibility when someone left the firm, but then recently my parents had booked a holiday villa in Cyprus the same week I had randomly booked some holiday (last week!), so when I mentioned it they happily offered me the spare room (I love my family!). I had a lovely relaxing time, and besides the warmth and the sun, I had a fair few opportunities - when they'd gone out to see the sights of course - to enjoy wetting myself in and around the pool, in the showers and frankly wherever I felt like! Not exactly daring but just so comforting to be able to dip my toes into the pool and release, or wander out of my beautifully chilled, air conditioned room to... warm myself up... Anyways, as I say nothing daring but definitely fun! There was a bit of a mix-up with the flights and I ended up getting home from Cyprus at 6am on Monday, with work only 2hrs later and straight back to an entire team with too much work and not enough time. Then it comes to Friday and I've got a tonne of work to do before I leave so I have to stay late to get it done. So there I am at work and our lovely receptionist is the last to leave. Like I normally do when working late, I set my music going and knuckled down. Except that I've been frequenting Omorashi.org recently and in the back of my head I know I'd love to be a little more adventurous with my wetting so an hour or so in I'm getting a bit desperate and instead of relieving myself (I'd have to go upstairs anyway as the downstairs toilets are currently being renovated) I realise I have a golden opportunity... I made sure to keep well hydrated, each time I went to the water cooler I had a few good swigs and refilled before bringing a pint of water back to my desk. The tea’s free too so I have myself a cup for the diuretic effect – but just the one as I didn’t want to push myself too far! Around 9pm I'm getting to the end of one of the jobs and enjoying that extra focus you get when you're a little desperate, so after checking to make sure there’s definitely no-one around I reckon I can get away with it... It just felt so naughty, being at work in my solitary pool of light surrounded by the dark office, and I let a little go - only a squirt as I had more work to do and definitely couldn't risk wetting my desk chair, but even that's more than I've ever dared before... So I keep working but every now and then I felt brave enough to just let little more escape - maybe three or four times, but I wasn't counting and it was a long evening so it could well have been more! Funny how work becomes so much more interesting when you reward yourself with a little "burst" of fun... Coming up to 10pm – I’ve still got work to do but getting ready to call it quits for the night... I'm pleasantly warm and just wet enough to tease but have managed to keep it contained to my trousers and nothing on the chair to give the game away to my happily ignorant coworkers. I pop out for a smoke (only started a month ago with the stress), taking my phone with me into the abandoned car park to bop to "Try Everything" (Shakira's song from Zootopia) while letting just a little more loose in what, to me, is a really public place despite the dark. Then to my surprise mid-way through the song some random guy wanders across the car park heading for the supermarket next door, making me self-consciously stop short and pretend I'm normal, despite the Disney music blaring out of the top pocket of my suit. Luckily it's my cheaper one and (though I only checked later) it's practically impossible to tell if they're wet, but not knowing that at the time I just adopted my best "F**k off" demeanour and hoped for the best! After finally shutting down my computer at nearly 11pm, I rushed myself over to the shop to pick up something quick to cook before it closed - pizza being the best choice - and a couple bottles of wine to pass the remainder of the evening in a more fun haze than the work gave me. Now I’m still too chicken to wet myself somewhere as public as a supermarket, so instead ended up building up the desperation a little more, and once I had my wine I decided to be extra classy and start swigging it as I walked home. Obviously this helped me to refuel and so I kept up the occasional spurt, favouring the patches of dark which the streetlights missed - but as I crossed the river I was overtaken by a couple of lads carrying back a crate of beer and arguing so again I stopped playing and made myself inconspicuous to avoid attention. Now, I like to play pokemon go when walking to and from work, and already I’ve changed my route to a slightly longer one through the park to pick up the pokestops and gyms. Tonight though I decided that it would be more fun to walk all the way around the park instead of cutting through, to give me more time to indulge myself. I spent about ten minutes off the side of the path fighting a gym, while slowly wetting myself a little more, and luckily no-one else turned up, but as I reached the furthest edge of the park a group of people were out drinking by the canoe club, forcing me to veer off across the grass to avoid them. Now safely obscured in the dark again and starting to feel the effects of the wine I stopped to take the second gym in the park and “warm up” my trousers, which were starting to feel the effects of late September temperatures. By now, and despite the wine, I’d been releasing enough that I was no longer remotely desperate, and even starting to run a little empty, so decided it was best to head for home. Cutting across the grass again in a different direction, and looking up at the stars I’d pretty much forgotten about my long and boring day and was just enjoying the feeling of walking around in wet trousers, out in public, but where only I knew my little secret. I even decided to string it out another minute or two by diverting my direct route home to take in a decent pokemon spawn point round the corner. And of course letting out another spurt while I was there! But I had to get home at some point, so as I’m walking up the front garden I figured I may as well let it all go and I emptied my bladder. Turns out I had a little more in me than I thought and the progress of the pee down my legs finally brought it into my shoes… It was a bit of a surprise but frankly a pleasant one as I’d reached my front door by then, no-one was the wiser and no harm was done! Even fumbling to find the right key felt a bit naughty as I was completely soaked and my subconscious was telling me I had to get inside before anyone saw me... After that the tank was finally empty, so I chucked my clothes in the wash, had a quick shower and snuggled down in my PJ’s to watch Guardians of the galaxy, the warm trouser feeling replaced with a warm fuzzy one at having taken my first steps in being more daring with my Omo… ...Well, I hope I did my experience justice and if anyone enjoyed reading it then I'm glad to be able to share with you! (I suspect few people will make it this far as I realise I have a very long-winded writing style, but TBH I've enjoyed sharing it too!) Feel free to leave comments etc...