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First public wetting on a hike View File I went in a hike that has no bathrooms on purpose… it all started when I went on a run with a full bladder.. I leaked a little accidentally and then got turned on and wanted to set myself up for an accident. so I drank a bottle of water finished a mile trying hard to hold it, then I drive to my hike place (10 minute drive) When I got there I drank more (a coconut water) then got down desperate already, passed a few groups but my shorts were black so I wasn’t worried ab them seeing my leak stain. I hurried past and went ab my hike then I started running and almost slipped, I accidentally let out a huge spurt of pee. That’s when I started recording. I peed a little here and there when I was running genuinely on accident and my shorts got pretty wet. It eventually started hurting to hold my pee in so I sat on a rock, and for the first time I full blown peed my pants in public. I let go of my crotch and my pussy felt warm as I started peeing immediately I couldn’t and didn’t wanna stop. So I emptied my bladder, then hurried back to my car soaked pee even was in my shoe and trickling down my leg. My shorts weren’t obvious at all so I wasn’t embarrassed when I passed people but I did hurry. I came 3 times in my wet shorts just from peeing myself, and having my pussy rub against my wet undies and shorts. have u ever peed yourself on purpose or we urself up? What ab on a hike? Submitter Wetgirl227 Submitted 08/22/2022 Category Female  

The kinds of videos where usually more than one, but some times just one pretending to talk to someone, actresses act out a scenario. They have a little bit of a story to them, and I tend to find them really cute, but I can never find them when I want to watch them, there's not, like, a tag I can just search I dont think. So post your favorites, I wanna build an easy to access list!

Between about 4:40 and 12:40 in this video, the whole cast talks about both kinds of desperation. Mostly male (not really into it) but Barbara’s story about her friend is fantastic.

Hi, I have written a lot of stories on here but unfortunately I won’t be around for a fortnight starting this weekend as I will be away from home with no access to this site. However while away I plan on writing more omo stories for here and wondered what people would like best. Here’s a few of my current ideas: 1. Two people who meet on this site and share a lot of ‘fun’ omo times on the forums and chat which then develops further into omo video calls and finally arranging to meet in person where they have even more omo fun. 2. short stories of dominant females denying grown men the chance to piss when they really need to. 3. more of my desperate workers series so another 12 months of desperate people at work both male and female and what happens to them. 4. behind the scenes of an omo porn star. (Short stories of fictional female omo porn stars and the before the video starts, while making the video and what happens afterwards) any thoughts and feedback is appreciated

I've been into this ever since I can remember. I have vague recollections from my kindergarten years where a kid who was in my class wet himself and I was very interested in it. When I was in elementary school a saw the aftermath of many wetting and I remember being very fascinated with them. I also discovered masturbation very early on: whenever I had to pee, I would play around with myself and it felt really good. I would often lay down on floor, face down, hands in my pants and just enjoy the feeling that a full bladder mixed with genital manipulation gave me. Of course I was totally oblivious to what I was doing. I had a hunch it was something dirty, something "not ok", and never discussed the subject with any adult. I think that might be what cemented the connection between urine and sexuality for me. But it still doesn't explain why I'm specifically into wetting and not just pee. I also remember that were some times when I was interested in both boys and girls wetting their pants, but boys soon took over as the main focus of my interest. I had my own share of wetting accidents as a kid, but nothing out of the ordinary. I was never known as the pee pee pants kid. But I remember I was already fantasizing about my own accidents not too long after they'd happened. When I grew up and entered middle school I started exploring my sexuality and that's when I realized I was something different from the other guys in my class. They were talking about girls and how hot they were, boobs, vaginas, I-fuck-your-mom jokes and all of that middle school silliness, exploring their own developing heterosexuality. I felt lost because I knew girls didn't interest me, but I felt even more lost because I had this deep secret I couldn't tell. I liked boys wetting themselves. That's the only thing I was sure of. But I still didn't know it was a sexual thing. On top of that, I was a pretty regular kid with regular kid interests and hobbies, I liked cars and videogames, didn't talk with a lisp and my wrists weren't limp, so it never dawned on me that I was gay. Even though I was suddenly falling in love with half of my male classmates lol. I know it sounds silly, but that's how stereotypes work in the mind of a middle schooler from 2009 who never knew gay guys could be anything other than trash-tv queens and men who dressed up as women. [I hope my words don't offend anyone. This is just to show how I felt about it back in the day, in the deep recesses of the closet. I love every gay guy no matter how masculine or feminine he is, limp-wristed or not lol. Now back to the story!] I spent the whole prima media year [6th grade] fantasizing about boys wetting their pants in every possible way. I had an old dumb phone that I would use to record tracks of myself becoming vocally desperate and wetting myself in front of the boys I liked. Sometimes it would be the opposite, creating scenarios where the boys I liked would pee their pants and I would react to that. I had an English textbook with little introductory scenes for each lesson unit that had pictures of boys that I found really attractive. Well... I would take a pencil and draw a piss pattern on their pants. Sometimes I would even add a comment from their point of view like "Oh no I pissed myself!" or "oh shit I hope nobody founds out I peed my pants!" Inside a little comic bubble. Lol This until 2010 rolls around. I'm in seconda media [7th grade] and my dad finally decides to have a Wi Fi connection installed in our house. Prior to that, I had no way of accessing the internet. I'm excited but I'm also a bit scared. I didn't know what this secret of mine was about. For all I knew, it might have been a mental illness and I the only person suffering from it in the world. So one day I decide to google something along the lines of "I love pissing my pants" after a similar search in Italian had yielded poor results. And that's how I came across Mikisit's Tumblr page. I couldn't believe my eyes. A treasure trove full of pictures and videos of guys wetting their pants. My hormones were going crazy. But more importantly, Mikisit's Tumblr page made me realize what my secret really was: a sexual fetish. A kink. And I WAS NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT HAD IT! This was a big relief for me, but at the same time it instilled a big fear into me: does this actually mean that... I'm gay? I had my dark moments where I tried to abstain from the fetish in the hopes that it would go away. This would always end in catastrophic failure, since my abstinence only made the inevitable relapse ever so sweeter. At the same time I would try to watch "straight and normal" porn, masturbate to "straight and normal" porn, fantasize about girls... and I reckon I could have fallen asleep faster than getting even mildly aroused. "Straight and normal" porn was the most boring and uninspiring thing there was for me. But then there were also times when the fear of being gay subsided for a while, and that's when I got the courage to wet myself on purpose for the first time. I remember I put on an old pair of briefs I had laying around in my closet, and with a full bladder I hopped inside the shower and... nothing would come out. My brain was stopping me from wetting myself. I'd tried wetting my briefs with water a couple of days before, and it was very exciting. Now i was more excited than ever, but I just couldn't let go. I had to concentrate... And concentrate... And concentrate... When it finally happened. I let it go. I wet myself. I was more excited than I'd ever been. The whole experience just felt ecstatic. How could something this weird, this unusual, this frowned upon feel so damn good? I felt like new doors of perception had been opened to me. As time went by, I became more and more familiar with what the internet had to offer in terms of male omorashi. Mikisit's Tumblr blog and the rest of Tumblr's goodness, the great stories on Experience Project, Yahoo Answers and, of course, Omorashi.org . The good old wetting videos on YouTube and Vimeo. Anything I could lay my hands (or rather, my clicks) on. The years went on and in terza superiore (10th grade) I feel deeply in love with a guy in my class. Another one in the great series of my teenage years' unrequited loves. We had a fight and when our friendship died down it made me feel so sad that I remember crying hidden in my room. This event led me to an epiphany. As if by magic, I suddenly realized I was gay. Now the world made sense. That special interest that I'd had for boys, that was because I was gay. The funny feeling in my tummy when I was with him, that was being in love. And me liking guys wetting themselves... That was also because I was gay. Once I figured it out, I accepted it right away. I'm gay and that's fine. But I still had a problem. I still hadn't fully accepted my fetish. It felt weird that i was able to come out to people, to tell them I was gay, but still had trouble accepting omorashi. The thing is, omorashi is not a secondary thing for me. It is the primary force of my sexuality. It is what really gets my motor going. There is nothing in the world of sex that excites me as much as omorashi does. How could I find my way in the dating world when all my potential partners wanted dick picks, ass picks and talked about anal penetration and being a top or a bottom, when deep inside I wanted to tell them "actually I don't really care about penetrating you or you penetrating me but I would sure love if you could piss your pants for me"? This is a crucial question and it's what stopped me from finding a sexual partner many times. Over the years I finally accepted who I was fully, including my omorashi side. I got more and more brave with my wetting exploits, which I will tell you about in detail in the future. But getting an omorashi partner is always hard. I tried mentioning wetting to people and was ghosted many times. There seem to be fetishes like BDSM, masochism, and foot play that are well known and less taboo to talk about, but omorashi is not. With perseverance I managed to find somebody who would try omorashi for me, and it was a very nice experience. I also got to know a few people who share my passion for wetting, and that was very nice too. But many steps have yet to be made for our community. I want to end this post saying that if you ever feel like your wetting fetish is wrong, don't worry. It's not. You are what you are. It's nobody's choice, nor fault. Wetting your pants feels good and hurts no one! Plus it's also pretty tame and soft-core compared to many other fetishes, so there really is no reason to feel ashamed and to live in denial. As always, feel free to comment, share your thoughts and ideas etc. I really love reading from you and interacting with you. I really hope you enjoyed this read and found it worthwhile.

This is my first attempt of a series of short stories I plan on making, if the feedback is good I'll be motivated to write more! Also this helps me become a better writer, I hope to one day be a pretty popular writer on here, so let's see! (This will be a fiction series) On a bright sunny morning of November the sun was shining brightly through kaileys blinds as the alarm on her phone was going off. "Ughh.." she groaned and stretched checking the time and she wasn't late, thankfully, yesterday she woke up 20 minutes late and barely made it out the door, but she wasn't letting that happen today. She got out of bed and took off her pink pjs and took off her plain white panties and threw them on the floor and grabbed a pair of adorable pink panties with little white hearts all over them and she matched that wonderfully with a pink bra, and while she was checking herself out in the mirror she held her Crotch and groaned "gotta empty the morning bladder" she said to herself and put on a black skirt that went quite a bit above the knees.. but she didnt care, she liked the attention and, deep down occasionally she would like to tease the guys that tried to look up her skirts, she found enjoyment in that, she also loved the fact that she was absolutely beautiful and claimed to be the most beautiful girl in grade 11, her luxurious blonde hair captured the attention of most guys, and she always made it soft and wavy in the morning so it flowed beautifully down her back and shoulders, her eyes were an ocean blue and her face was soft and cute, she was pretty curvy and she also had a set of nice breasts which she took pride in greatly! After she emptied the main drain she sighed in relief and got to getting ready and soon she was out the door! She said goodbye to her parents and went on with her day and met her best friend Jessica down the street and they hugged and bounced up and down, kaileys skirt bouncing up and down with her opposite body movements and they giggled and chatted the whole way on the bus, the 2 girls were both beautiful, both blonde and both kinky, making a perfect little friendship. They arrived to school and kailey went to the cafeteria and got a milk to start her day and they walked throughout the school before finding a spot to sit for the next 20 minutes before the bell rang, they chatted and giggled the whole time as kailey drank her milk and Jessica sipped her coffee Jessica saw under the table that kaileys legs were spread and she saw her panties "nice pink panties, they look adorable on you" she said and kailey giggled wiggling on the seat keeping her legs spread, not afraid for people to see "Thought I'd tease a few boys today and give them something nice to look at" she giggled and kept them spread out as guys looked at her but not up the skirt.. yet. The bell rang for first period and the girls waved goodbye, kailey was starting her day off with English class, followed by Math, 2 classes which which she was pretty good at.. she pulled out her big water bottle and set it on the very right corner perfectly of her single desk and pulled out her textbook and she remembered 'oh shit, I've got a science test 4th.. I completely forgot' she thought and twirled her thumbs in her beautiful silky hair.. the day dragged on and she kept drinking from her bottle, filling her bladder, she didnt have a really big bladder, so 4 little bottles of water was enough to fill her little bladder. When it was lunch time a few hours later, she was studying for her science test, she was with Jessica again sitting outside as guys walked by and she had her legs spread and guys walked by looking and peering up and she giggled, but Jessica noticed that she was squirming pretty badly "Kayls?" "Yeah?.." she said and turned her legs facing her and tightened her big thighs together "You gotta pee?" She smirked and leaned forward looking up to her on the table, kailey blushed with a red hot face "Maybe.. yes very badly, but I've gotta study for this damn science test, and I cant miss out or I'm just gonna forget" she said whining a bit letting out a whimper which turned Jessica on and she reached up her skirt and touched herself briefly lining the squirming and whining "Mhm, well go use the bathroom you've still got 5 minutes" she giggled and kailey nodded and went to use the bathroom, and when she found it and went inside all the stalls were full and there was girls waiting right in line 'oh my God are you fucking kidding me..'she said and left and went to get her stuff and Jessica was there on her phone "better?" She asked smiling "The bathroom is fucking full" kailey groaned and got her stuff and put it in her bag "Well the bell is gonn-" and as Jessica said that the bell rang and kailey groaned "Mr Macdonald better let me piss.." she said "If not you could go in your panties" Jessica said giggling "No, that's disgusting I dont wanna ruin them and thats so embarrassing" kailey said bouncing up and down squeezing her thighs "Suit yourself" Jessica said and walked off and kailey thought 'Why would she want me to wet myself?.. that's so weird surely it must feel so gross, what a weirdo' and she ran to the last class with her legs clenched and got in her assigned seat right on the middle row on the far left side of the class and set her bag down And when the bell for class rang her teacher walked in and closed the door and passed out the tests to everyone and when he stopped at her table she tapped his shoulder "please.. may I use the washroom?" She said and he shook his head no "You had your chance, so hold it" he said and went and sat at his desk "You may begin" he said and everyone put their heads down and started and so did kailey.. she was so desperate to go she could burst right there, and she still had an 1:15 to go.. she had to try and hold it as best she could.. Midway through the test she was just over halfway done and she was really really needing to go.. and she had her left hand shoved up her skirt clenching her panties, which were surprisingly still dry. But then she let out a leak and she felt a tiny little wet spot which didnt bug her but it meant she wasn't able to hold for much longer.. and she kept on holding it. Throughout the class she kept leaking dampening her panties a bit and she started to panic 'no no no no.. this cant be happening' she said so faintly and let out a spurt into her panties and she whimpered.. they were pretty damp, she lifted up her skirt slightly and saw they were still bright pink except where her bum was, she could feel it being a bit wet and it was warm.. and she enjoyed the little warmth and there was a little bit of a darker spot near the bottom of the chair and a tiny little puddle on the chair 'I cant.. I cant hold it much longer, this is gonna be the end of my life' she said and let out a leak on purpose to see if would relive stress and it didnt.. it made it worse and she grinded her teeth and set her pencil down 'fuck it.. I've just gotta go..'she said and inched forward and lifted her skirt a bit so it wasn't under her ass so it wouldn't get wet and she slid to the back of her chair and rolled her skirt up so her panties were fully visible and she groaned before a loud hissing sound came from her panties, the golden fluid gushed out at a million miles an hour splattering into her oanties causing a loud hissing sound and the splattering of the pee on the floor was loud and she hit her head against the desk and started to cry loudly as it continued to flood out of her, she could.feel her panties getting absolutely destroyed by the hot piss as it spread up the front of her panties and the back.. she continued to pee at full force for about half a minute before it dripped off the chair and the hissing stopped and all that could be heard was the faint cries from her and her skirt flopped back down covering her panties slightly.. they were so warm.. and wet they clung to her soaked pussy nicely but this was a horrible spot to have an accident and she looked down while sobbing her tears adding to the puddle which spread under the whole table to the chair infront of her as it dripped from her chair still.. "Kailey go to the nurse, and take your stuff he said and she packed up leaving her test on the table.. when she walked she left a few dribbles in the hall from her still drenched panties and she sat in the nurses office and called her mom and she rushed to pick her up and soon she got ther and she hopped in the car and rolled up her skirt to inspect the damage and.. it was bad, the front of her panties were drenched, only having a small untouched bright pink spot near the top and the patch up the back went about 2/3 of the way up her ass, and sat back and thought to herself 'that.. didnt feel that bad.. it was just a horrible time, maybe ill try again.. I dont know' Once home she showered and put on a new pair of white panties and threw the drenched pink ones in the wash, and she plopped her pink pjs again and googled "wetting" on and incognito tab and found articles on peeing yourself and why it feels so good and she browsed and browsed before closing the tab and laying down "I'll try it again tomorrow" and she closed her eyes and took a nap To be continued?..

Using AI Software to Write Omorashi Stories I saw an article about the quality of AI software these days and thought I’d test it out to see how well it might write an omorashi-based story. Here goes! Zyro Content Generator https://zyro.com/ai/content-generator This site is more about generating content for blogs, so the content was short and not very story driven. Also, some of the samples I read suggested to me that there are a ton of blogs out there written this way… so much random shit on the internet… Writing Sample – In Health and Wellness Category – ‘Go Wild’ Option I was desperate to pee. I had been waiting in the doctors office for the ultrasound for over 45 minutes and I had yet to be called. They make you arrive at the appointment with a full bladder and I had followed the instructions to the letter. A visit to the bathroom was now well overdue and I was beginning to get very worried. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could and hoped that I would be called soon. Why had I worn light colored jeans today? Generated Text - 1 I was desperate to pee. I had been waiting in the doctors office for the ultrasound for over 45 minutes and I had yet to be called. They make you arrive at the appointment with a full bladder and I had followed the instructions to the letter. A visit to the bathroom was now well overdue and I was beginning to get very worried. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could and hoped that I would be called soon. Why had I worn light colored jeans today? The doctor looked right into mine and said, "Yes we are going out tonight." At this moment I felt like she wanted me to go outside so bad but instead she asked if he'd bring back his clothes before it started raining. He took her order of what they have on sale; $40 worth (they sell them all day). She threw up when she got home only one hour later than normal because again nothing special happened! Generated Text - 2 I was desperate to pee. I had been waiting in the doctors office for the ultrasound for over 45 minutes and I had yet to be called. They make you arrive at the appointment with a full bladder and I had followed the instructions to the letter. A visit to the bathroom was now well overdue and I was beginning to get very worried. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could and hoped that I would be called soon. Why had I worn light colored jeans today? It seems like an awkward look on someone who should have blue denim pants (maybe if they were thicker, it might help hide some of their girth). As our bell rang out: "You're not going to urinate?" We replied yes but we didn't want to hold up any more deliveries or wait around much longer before receiving them. The doctor said he'd see what needed fixing next day so his daughter took her leave early after she made lunch. By 8am we left again hoping none came back late without us; only one did. Writing Sample 2 – In Travel Category – ‘Go Wild’ Option I needed to pee. I couldn't wait any longer. I had tried crossing my legs, wiggling my foot, and even, much to my embarrassment, holding myself. Nothing seemed to work and I was minutes away from wetting my panties. Generated Text -1 I needed to pee. I couldn't wait any longer. I had tried crossing my legs, wiggling my foot, and even, much to my embarrassment, holding myself. Nothing seemed to work and I was minutes away from wetting my panties. My eyes opened slowly at the same moment that a voice started whispering in our ears. "Ohhh fuck! Generated Text - 2 I needed to pee. I couldn't wait any longer. I had tried crossing my legs, wiggling my foot, and even, much to my embarrassment, holding myself. Nothing seemed to work and I was minutes away from wetting my panties. "So…you're not happy?" Mary asked me as she pulled up her t-shirt slightly revealing the beautiful bulge underneath. "You never want this." (She knew what we were talking about.) What a horrible way for us both _________________________________ Next up I tried to find another program and ran into a bunch of spam, paid products, and programs to help you write (but not to write for you). So much spam, and infinite spam loops. Like looking for porn online in the late 90s. I couldn’t find another and wanted to have more fun writing. So I just messed around with Zyro, here are some more results.

NOTE: I was long unsure whether I shold post this in the fiction section or here in the artwork section, but since I put much more effort into the drawings than the story I decided to post it here. Hope you don't mind in case you feel that this belongs more inside the fiction category. Nevertheless, I hope you're going to like what I've created over the past months - It was early in the morning when Jackie finally found that almost unsignificant little wall she was going to paint on that day. Her first mural commission in months. The young woman couldn't wait to get her hands dirty again. She reached the spot with motivation and a small, in color sprinkled, trolley filled with everything an artist needed for such a job. The upcoming hours were going to be long and tedious for Jackie. The painting had to be completed on that same day, the client's wish. Jackie didn't mind it, she brought almost four years worth of experience along with her and a developed set of painting skills gave her the confidence she needed. The wall with it's humble dimensions was located along a dusty side street on the outskirts of the city. A rather colourless area. There wasn't much going on there but still enough to keep the street regularly busy. People were walking back and forth on the sidewalk, moving past Jackie, wondering what the cool looking woman, with the dark skin, yellow t-shirt and messy dungarees, was going to smear on the wall. As with every painting, the woman started out by sketching the outlines with gray spray paint. Every line had to fit in order to make the artwork look decent. To be continued ...

(Fictional) So, you’ll never guess how bizarre my experience was telling my girlfriend Emilia my feelings. So, we’re both girls and she was always talking about how much she liked this guy or that guy or who knows what. Yet, when push came to shove and said guys ever tried to make a move on her, she’d reject them without a blink. She’s beautiful you see, I mean you look at her and think she should go into modelling, and we know how competitive that is. To me she was my best friend, someone I really connected with. She is smart, cunning, beautiful, err… See, I had a crush on her for years at this point but we’d been friends since high school and I never heard her once mention being into girls unless it was in a fake sorta “girl crush celebrity crush” thing. I didn’t want to risk messing up our friendship since she’s probably not into girls. But, there were moments where I wondered if just maybe she felt the same. The glint in her eye when we’d be talking for hours, the way that she laughed at my jokes that no one else did. This story took place when we were both 19 and freshmen at the same University. And of course, here we were again, talking about- “BOYS! am I right?” she said throwing her head back in laughter. “He should just give it up” I laughed. If you’re curious about how we look I’ll give you a quick description. My name’s Amanda, I’m 5’6, slim build, I have curly long blonde hair and a few small light freckles around my nose. I have light blue eyes and have been told I’m “crazy girly,” So that’s me lol. Amelia is about the same height as me, slim build, has gorgeous long brown hair that she curls the bottom of, light brown eyes, and is girly too but doesn’t wear dresses everyday like I do. Anyways, back to the story. Then the bell rang and it was time to go home. Amelia said she would come over to my place to study Chemistry together. She was quite a bit better at it than me so I of course was in. As we were about to leave the school Amelia stopped walking for a second. “Actually, I’m just gonna run to the bathroom for a sec, all that lemonade went right through me." It had been a pretty hot day earlier. We did indeed drink quite a lot of water and juice to stay hydrated. Now it was about 5:30p.m. and a nice cool breeze had picked up making the temperature rather perfect. I just stood outside the doors and enjoyed it. A moment later Amelia returned, “darn, they’re being cleaned right now.” “You could probably just go in anyways.” I said. “It’s okay, I’ll wait till we’re at your place.” she said. Funny enough, Amelia was a bit shy when it came down to it, so it’s not unlike her to not want to disturb someone just doing their job cleaning. We began our 30 minute walk to my student residence. I lived in a small house I rented with 3 other students. They were all on exchange programs right now so I had the place to myself for a while. After about 5 minutes of walking I noticed Amelia was sort of gripping the front of her shirt every so often and walking a little strange. I’ve always fantasized about omorashi practically as long as I can remember. So I couldn’t help myself but wonder and asked. “You alright?” “Hmm?” she said. “You’re just walking a little weirdly, did you hurt your foot or something?” She laughed a little. “No no, honestly I just really need to pee. I didn’t realize how bad it was. Haven’t had to go this bad in forever.” “We could go back if you’d like?” I offered (secretly hoping she’d say no). “It’s fine, we’re already on our way. I can hold it.” she said. We continued talking about our days at school, we took different courses so our schedules were completely different. I noticed that the more minutes that passed the more erratic her breathing became and she began to stutter just a little every so often. I couldn’t help but feel incredibly hot and aroused. I didn’t know what to do, I just wanted this moment to last longer and kept stealing glances at her trying not to make it obvious that I was pretty much staring. I notice her inching her hands downwards as if trying to resist holding herself in front of me and people we were walking by. She was trying to act normal, how cute I thought. About ten minutes from my place she stood still and crossed her legs suddenly and her face went a bit red. I turned and looked at her. “You okay, Emilia?” “Sorry, I just needed to cross my legs. Fuck, I need to go pee.” she said. “We’re almost there” I said. I put my hand on her shoulder and gently stroked her arm. She looked up at me and I smiled at her. She collected herself and took a deep breath. “Okay, I can make it," she said. I was going crazy inside. I couldn’t help it, I basically loved this girl and here she was playing out my biggest fantasy. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t clear my mind of all the things I wanted to do with her right now. We walked even slower to try and make it easier for her moving her legs less. We got to my front porch after 10 minutes and she stood at the base of the three steps leading up to my front door. “…just.. give me a sec.” she said. She bent over and took a couple more deep breaths. She stood up as straight as she could and walked very slowly up the steps and stood beside me. All I wanted was for this to last longer, to pretend I forgot my keys maybe. But I also didn’t want her to be in discomfort longer than needed if she’s suffering or something. I took out my keys and began fumbling with them to grab the right one. I looked at her and noticed she was holding herself bluntly now and bent over a bit staring at my hands as I put the key into the lock and turned it. She began to dance just a little on the spot and bent her head down as I opened the door. It was so fucking cute, I must have been red as well. I was about to open the door when she did her best to stand up and looked right into my eyes and said. “I really don’t know if I can make it inside Amanda,” she looked so sad. I could see tears welling up in her eyes just a little. And she was not one to cry, I mean barely ever have I seen her shed a tear in all these years. “You can, it’s just a few more steps.” I said. “I really can’t, if I move I think it’ll start coming out,” she said, her voice a little shaky. I guess I really just couldn’t hold back after she said that.” “Want me to help?” I asked. “You could lean on me or something.” (I really was wishing I could help in another way though.) She looked at me with her big brown eyes and gave me a little nod. I just stood there for a second. Mesmerized. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The girl I was helplessly in love with standing in front of me, looking right into my eyes, desperate and unable to hold it in well enough to walk. I seriously couldn’t move either for that moment, it was a bit of a long moment though so she eventually began to look a little puzzled at me while beginning to dance just a little again. “Amanda?” She asked. “Sorry- I just uhhh…” I put my hand out slowly on her shoulder again and gently stroked down her arm to her hand. I noticed her face go redder. She crossed her legs together tightly and took my hand into hers and held it firmly. She looked at me with a pained glance. And that was all I could take. I walked right up to her and looked into her eyes and began moving in slowly to kiss her. Really slowly to see if she’d pull back or try to stop me. But instead she closed her eyes and moved in and kissed me right then. She gripped my hand even tighter and we began kissing passionately and I put my hand around her back and held gently onto her hair as we kept kissing. I noticed her body moving a bit erratically as we kissed and wondered how she was doing with that situation still. I tried to look down out of the corner of my eye and noticed her legs shaking a little and her free hand holding herself tightly digging her fingers right in to her jeans to hold on. I pulled back for a moment and without saying anything I opened the door and helped her step inside and closed the door behind us. I turned around to see her still standing right by me, unable to move from holding herself and crossing her legs. Even so, she was still staring at me smiling a little and took one hand to pull me back to her. I placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her slightly so her back was facing the wall. Then I led her backwards and pressed her against it. I looked at her and began kissing her again suddenly and moved my right hand off her shoulder and moved it slowly down her side and over her butt and rested it there for a moment. God her body is hot. I felt back up and squeezed her boob. She let out a slight moan. My hand wondered right to her crotch where her other hand was holding firmly. I began to try and put my hand under hers and heard her whimper a little with concern. I looked at her and once my hand was under hers I held her as firmly as she had been. She breathed out in relief and I saw her relax just a little with my help. This was all so surreal, I could not believe it was happening. I began rubbing my hand slowly up and down and she began moaning so softly into my ear. I used my other hand to unbutton her jeans and zip them down. She moaned out louder as my finger unzipping the zipper went over and pressed her bladder softly. I looked at her. “Can I take these off?” She nodded and I could tell she was bracing herself and I took my hand away from holding her crotch. I then quickly pulled her jeans down over her hips and slid them down to her ankles where she slowly and carefully stepped out of them. I quickly opened the sofa bed just a few feet away and led her slowly over to it. She held onto herself the whole time and sat down on the sofa. I got on top of it beside her and gently laid her backwards and she shifted up so she was completely on it lying down now. Still holding herself and whimpering just a little. I could tell she was in a lot of discomfort. I laid beside her and put one arm under her head, holding her to me slightly. I then stroked down her body with my other hand and lightly over her bladder. She winced. I tried to move her hand away from her crotch but she wouldn’t let go. “I’m going to wet myself if I do that…” she said worriedly. I began to kiss her again and as I did slowly maneuvered my hand under her holding her firmly again at first but as we continued kissing I very slowly reduced my firm hold and began stroking her over her panties. For a moment she seemed to give in and started kissing me harder and moaning louder. Then she suddenly squeezed her legs together tightly and I felt the smallest damp spot on her panties. She pulled back. “I’m sorry, I can’t hold it if you do that.” “It’s okay, just relax.” I said, seeing the pained expression on her face. I doubt it was easy for her to stop herself there, it probably hurt a little. I kissed her again and gently tried spreading her legs. She wasn’t moving them at first and I started to just press on her clit and stroke her with her legs closed. She was shaking just a little and moaning as she put her hand around my back and dug her nails in a little. I then put my hand under her panties gently, avoiding her bladder, and tried to move my fingers down. She moaned louder and opened her legs finally to allow my hand to touch directly on her clit. I began rubbing it and she gasped. She clenched her legs together. I whispered “It’s okay, relax Amelia.” as I used my arm to press on her bladder a little. She dug her nails harder into my back. “-but…” I pressed harder on her bladder and pushed at her legs with my hand. She opened them and I immediately started stroking her clit fast and with more pressure. I felt her body tense fiercely under me as she moaned out. I cut her moan short as I kissed her hard and I felt her body relax under me as she released her nails from my back. I felt it right away, she started peeing right on my hand as I continued stroking her. She pulled away from my kiss and started moaning so loudly and smiling with relief. I kept rubbing her clit as I felt her stream strong against my fingers and not seeming to ever end. When she finally stopped peeing, she continued moaning and I kept up my pace. She held onto the bed with both her hands and dug in her fingers. “I’m cumming!” she said. I saw her stomach clench and relax as she moaned out so loud I thought the neighbours might hear. I just stared at her as she orgasmed, I couldn’t help it. I stop and leaned in, kissing her once more. We lay there in silence for a moment. “What just happened?” she finally said, smiling and laughing a little. “Well, I’d been meaning to tell you…” I said, laughing myself. “I kinda guessed. I feel the same way about you, I just suck at saying anything,” she smiled. And that’s how we found out we liked each other. We’ve had many more amazing experiences together since and we’re still together. Funny enough, she later told me she had never had a pee fetish before but that day had changed everything for her. *note: I didn't really proof read this so hopefully the grammar is okay. If you have any story requests let me know! Any feedback is appreciated, lmk what you think of this story ^.^

Hello! I have just joined and though I would tell my first wetting story from some time in 2019 or 2020! I though I wrote this story down at one point but I guess I never did! Anyways, It all started at a rehearsal for a show choir I was in at the time (I'm not anymore because I moved) I had been drinking water from a large hydro flask throughout the night and my bladder began to twinge as a sat in my chair singing cheesy show choir songs. alas, I didn't think much of it, as I thought to myself "eh I will go after class, no big deal!" Then something great happened, my mom came up to me and said she would be out of the house for dinner and that a family friend would be taking me home. that is when I got an idea, I was going to wet myself in the shower! By the time class was over, my desperation (and horniness) grew. I got into my mom's friends car and she drove me to my house, I acted natural and I think we talked about politics, but at this time I REALLY needed to pee. I ran upstairs and ripped of my sweatpants and jacket. I stood in the shower gripping my throbbing cock, in my tight white underpants DESPERATE to pee! I did this for about ten minutes until I decided I was gonna release it! I removed my hands from my cock and muttered something along the lines of "I can't believe I'm doing this" and then the hot flow started. It came out like a river and I moaned, it felt so wrong yet so right. my tight white undies became yellow and I gripped the side of my shower as my legs started to give way in pleasure. my legs eventually gave way and I fell into my tub as a large puddle formed. eventually this piss stopped and I sat there for a second and said something along the lines of "I cant believe I did that." I then began to masturbate, using the piss as lube. some piss had also gotten on my chest and the smell was heavenly! it did not take me long to cum and the load was hot and massive. multiple spurts of pure lust. after this I took a shower and threw away my soggy underpants as they would never be the same after the events that took place. to this day, this has been my one and only wetting experience as it is incredibly hard to find time to do wettings as I live with my parents and am still in high school. overall though this experience was great and I would gladly do it again! I may not be happy about my fetish but I certainly make the most of it! PS, while writing this I started dripping precum into my pants just thinking about it lol!

The story takes place during the 19th century in a forgotten village somewhere in the alps. The build up is quite slow (that's why I divided it in 3 parts) It might take a while until the story get's going but please try to stick to it, the upcoming parts will be more exciting. PS: Same as always, english is not my native language so apologies if there are mistakes. CHAPTER ONE: EMBARASSMENT "Mother!", Sofie (22) called from outside her house. The door was locked and she couldn't get in. The girl forgot her keys at a friend's house where she just came from. It was a long way and Sofie didn't want to go back again to take the keys just to do the same walk one more time all over again. "Mother!", she screamed this time, nobody seemed to be home and even a look inside the dusty window revealed her mother's absence. Sofie's mother Laureen has always been quite a busy woman so it wasn't unusual for the young woman to find a locked door as she got home. Still, Sofie was frustrated, because not only did she forget to take the house keys with her for the first time in her life, she also needed to relieve herself quite urgently as well, something that happened quite often whenever she got home. She knew it was going to take a while until her mother returned so without thinking twice Sofie moved to the back of the house. She snuck on the backside of their woodshed making sure nobody was around when she then pulled her skirt up, her underware down, took a deep breath and started to relieve herself. Her urine splashed gracefully on the dryish ground creating a puddle that slowly moved underneath the wooden planks and into the old shed. Sofie was enjoying the relief more and more when all of a sudden: "Sofie?!" The girl turned to the right and saw her mother staring at her with surprise. "Mother!" she said shocked and immediately stood up, interrupting her stream while making her skirt fall to the ground, hiding everything. Slightly speechless Laureen said: "What are you doing ... where you just peeing here?!" "I .. I ... I had to. The door was locked and I ... I felt the need ..." "But why didn't you go inside?" "I forgot my keys at Mary's house and I thought you were gone." "Well ... No, I was here do ... doing some gardening." "Where you in the shed?", asked Sofie incredibly embarassed. She knew her mother heard the splashes. "Yes", Laura was still a bit shocked, many years had passed since the last time she saw her daughter urinating right in front of her. "I'm sorry mother. I really had to go." "Don't worry, Sofie. It happens ... But please, next time you need to relieve yourself like this don't do it in our garden. Alright?" Sofie nodded as her face turned red. Overflown with shyness she asked Laureen for the keys. Her mother smiled a little and gave them to Sofie. She said "thank you" and moved away from her quickly while Laureen, behind her daughter's back, took a closer look at the big puddle she just made. "I'm going back to Mary to take the keys", said Sofie hours later. "Now?", asked her mother "It's getting dark soon." "Mother, it's summer, it's gonna be dark after 10pm ... and now it's almost seven o'clock", she said. "But Mary doesn't just live here around the corner." "I know, I know, but I'm gonna do it anyway." "Fine, but take care." "I will", Sofie got a bit annoyed. She said goodbye to her mother and got out of the house. Sofie's friend Mary and her family lived on an isolated farm, high up on the hills and among the trees above the village. The walk was exhausting since the path was quite long and steep. Sofie didn't care, she still had to process what happened earlier that day and couldn't believe her mother caught her grown up daughter peeing behind the shed. She started to wonder how long Laureen had been staring at her before even saying anything, after all, Sofie didn't even see her mother before she called her name. Sofie was embarassed and criged everytime her mother's suprised expression crossed her mind. She tried to distract herself as much as she could, by just enjoying the nature all around her. The beautiful trees, the last sunrays of the day that turned the big mountain walls red, the silence and the overall evening atmosphere. For a moment Sofie felt relaxed and in peace when all of a sudden something strange caught her eye. On a rolling hill right above her she spotted a silhouette, dark, still and observing. At first the young woman thought it was a deer but after a closer look the silhouette turned out to be human. Sofie started to feel uneasy, and the silence all around her didn't help. "Mary?", Sofie called with a trembling voice. The person kept standing still. Even though she couldn't recognize a face Sofie knew the silhouette was staring at her. She was feeling more and more uncomfortable and wanted to keep going but her curiosity decided to stay and observe. It was a strange moment. Shortly after, without any premonition the figure started to move. It was moving along the hill's profile and Sofie couldn't keep an eye off it. A strange feeling of relaxation and warmth overcame the girl as her eyes, almost hypnotized, moved along with the silhouette. The warm sensation increased as Sofie realized that underneath her skirt lots and lots of urine was slowly pouring down her legs and into her shoes. Scared she tried to stop the flow by pressing her hands against her crotch as thight as she could but the urine kept pouring out of her uncontrolably. Sofie panicked, it felt like she just lost the power over her body. End of part one.

So I am currently looking to improve my story writing skills I can do anything up too three thousand words as long, as you have a story premise in mind (small note cannot do facfics it’s weird) contact me in dms for details

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Hello there I hope everyone is doing well right now, with all of the craziness going on. I myself am doing well. Work has also slowed down a fair bit, and I have even more time on my hands than I did before! With that being said, this has actually been on my mind for awhile, but I wasn’t sure how I would do it, or if I wanted to do it at all. I’m still not entirely sure about it, which is why I wanted to get some feedback. I’ve done a fair bit of writing on here, as well a couple unfinished stories still in the works. I wanted to get a general idea of whether or not anyone would be interested in ordering commissioned stories from me? I’d be open to writing just about anything omorashi related, and I would be open minded to exploring other ideas as well. Just nothing too extreme, or you know, illegal (which should go without saying)! I wouldn’t plan to charge much because I’ve obviously never done this before. But overall, is this something anyone would be interested in? Feel free to leave your questions or comments below!

*hey. Just going to start this with a disclaimer that i’m doing this partially out of boredom and that I only plan on continuing this if enough people reply to make it interesting. So if it takes 3 days to finish character creation because only one or two people answer it might die. So even if you don’t care what happens comment and contribute.* Welcome to the world’s horniest role playing game. The rules are simple, whenever a check is made, roll 2d6. If it’s less than your skill plus any modifiers it’s a pass, otherwise it fails. In apposed checks, if both succeed, the winner is the one that rolled lowest under their skill plus modifiers. The rest will be explained if it comes up. first character name. You pick this in your comment and the best sounding one will be chosen. Sex. Yes! Oh you mean character sex. This book contains rules for playing female characters only, for male characters, please refer to the Dongs and Dickery expansion. Species. The following species are available as player races. Humans: The most common race in the world. +1 HP at start. Elves: Nimble and agile folk of the forest. Slow aging and naturally gifted in magic, but physically frail. Their bodies develop slowly, their may have an adult mind and stature while parts of their physiology lag behind. Leading to a embarrassing stereotype that young adult elves lack proper bladder control. +1 Agility, +1 Charisma, -1 Build. -1 to continence saves from damage. + to stealth Beast folk: Strong willed and strong bodied people of a warrior culture. They possess animalistic qualities such as claws and horns, but mostly look like humans. They are not well liked in much of the world while others view them as respected and powerful warriors. +1 Build, +1 Will, -2 Charisma. +1 to Will saves against fear Beast folk all have a natural urge to mark territory resulting from centuries of warfare between tribes over territory. When they smell urine from a predatory animal or from another Beast Folk they do not recognize, they must make a continence save at a -4 penalty or become desperate. After race is chosen, we choose stats. You have the following ability scores to put into these 5 stats 4,5,6,7,8 Agility: Your ability to move quickly and silently, as well as use ranged and light weapons. Your armor is equal to this when you don’t have anything else. Build: Your ability to move, push, or otherwise push your weight around. It also measures the general strength and health of your body. It’s used for melee weapon attacks. Most continence saves are made using this stat. Your max bladder size is also calculated using double this value. So keep it high if you want things to stay dry... or don’t. Charisma: Your skill that lets you lie, talk your way out of situations, or talk someone into situations. Usually very fun ones. The kind you don’t tell your parents about. Enough said Will: Willpower. What you use to stop from being sacred, scare people, use magic, etc. It’s involved in continence saves involving fear. Intelligence: Used to know about history, science, magic, etc. You need this to be high if you want to be a wizard. For your comment just list the five stats in your order of importance. Those will be tallied up and stats will be distributed accordingly. Class is the only thing left. Just pick one of these based on stats and what you want for the story. The most popular class will be decided based on the vote. Rogue Sneaky, silent, and treasure focused. Main Stat Agility Build + 3 HP Will + 1 Mana Proficiency in light weapons rogue skills: stealth, pick pocketing, exploration, and assorted other skills get a +1 bonus Leather armor (agility +1 armor) Dagger (Light, 1d6 damage), or a bow Fighter A martial warrior with good offense. Main ability: Build Build + 5 HP Will + 1 Mana Proficiency in all weapons and armor Art of the sword: +1 to all attack rolls Half Plate (7 armor) Medium weapon (d8 damage) and a shield (+1 armor against some attacks), or a heavy weapon (1d10 damage) Sorcerous Powerful magic users. Main ability: Intelligence Build + 2 HP Will + 6 Mana Learned Expertise: +1 to all Int skill checks 5 random spells Cleric Servants of higher powers that fight for good (or evil) and purity (or not). Main ability: Will Build +4 HP Will + 4 Mana Servant of the Gods: you are liked by others of your religion. +1 to saves against fear. Proficiency with all armor and light weapons. Half Plate (7 armor) Mace (1d6 damage) and a shield (+1 armor) 3 Random spells + Cure Bard This is where I would have it a flowery description, but you know what these guys are about Main ability: Charisma Build + 4 HP Will + Charisma Mana Persuasive Bastard: +1 to all checks using Charisma. Proficiency in Light armor and all weapons Leather Armor (Agility +1 Armor) Rapier (Light, 1d6 damage), Longsword (1d8 damage) 4 Random spells Now just vote for your favorite. Hope you all have fun! What you want to know other mechanics? Those will be explained later, just vote. It’s more fun that way.

My name is Feather and I am a freelance writer. I am best at fiction, specifically romantic and NSFW fiction about specialized kinks, as well as romantic stories that make everyone in their realm of desires enjoy themselves! I am incredibly open minded when it comes to kinks, with only two major exceptions listed below. I also have experience writing many kinks, the main ones being Omorashi, Scat, Foot Fetish, as well as Micro/Macro. I also ghostwrite, with no additional charge incurred, so if you’re looking to publish a book in your name but don’t have the time come to me and I’ll help you out! Self insert fiction with pop culture icons, NSFW with anything you want, or simple romance for people not interested in sex! Nothing is held back, and I want to write for you! Please ask me for the link to my Archive of Our Own if you'd like examples, that is where I post every commission that I am given permission to post. [Pricing] - 2 cents per word, this means that 1,000 words is 20$. (Right now I have a minimum requirement of at least 35$ spent, I apologize if this causes inconvenience.) - Revisions, extras cost an additional 15$ [What to Expect] - When you order I work out a rough outline based on information you give me, I can send in the outline to be checked. - After the outline I turn it into a rough draft, which I can send to you to be checked. (Please note that you get one free revision, if you do not communicate what you want for the first re-write if anything is wrong, that is not my fault.) - After the rough draft is a final draft, which can be sent to you as a PDF, a word document, or both. [Timeline] - Rush Orders are available and it is double the price to get it in a day or less. - It’s very hard to pin down writing into a timeline, but we can hash it out privately very easily. [Exceptions to What I Will Write] - Non-Consensual sexual actions are under no circumstances accepted. - Underage people participating in sexual acts will not be done. [Contact Me] Email: [email protected] Discord: Harpy#9737

This is the first half of the first story that a friend and I are writing. He is into omorashi as well but he doesn't have an account and is mostly doing this for fun. Brad and Josh: The Flight Part 1 ‘BEEP BEEP BEEP’ echoed through the college dorm where Brad slept. It was his alarm clock going off earlier than normal as he had set it that way last night. It was Saturday at the start of the week of Spring Break. The sun hadn’t even risen yet as it was still 4:40. He had woken up so early because he had to catch an early flight. Brad and his best friend Josh were heading to Miami for a week-long non-stop Spring Break rager! Brad and Josh both had just turned 21 so it was legal for them to drink, however that wouldn’t have stopped them in the first place. They both were attending college in Michigan – Brad was getting a bachelor’s degree in Business Management, while Josh was currently aiming for a bachelor’s in Computer Science. Brad and Josh’s friendship seemed like an odd one to most, but they worked and melded together tremendously well. Brad was a standard Jock according to people who didn’t actually know him well. He grew up in an upper-middle class family with a younger sister. Most of his youth, from middle school to high school, he played hockey. He wasn’t the best, but he was decent. When he graduated high school, he decided to stop playing, as he never had a passion for it. However, playing all those years had really shaped his body, and he still maintained his physique, even though he hadn't played for 3 years. His quads, calves, and butt were larger than average and he always had a hard time shopping for jeans. He towered over most people being 6’2” and had a beefy muscular look to him. His hair was brown and short, even shorter on the sides. He had a slight stubble, not enough to be called a beard, of brownish-red hair that highlighted his jawline and butt chin. His eyes were a dark mossy green, and they didn’t shine, but they were sensitive looking. He was a lady’s man and flirted often, but he never really had a long-term girlfriend, or even a short-term girlfriend for that matter! Josh was most certainly not a Jock. He grew up in a middle-class family with two brothers and only his mother. While in high school he kept to himself and focused on his grades, coming fifth in his graduating class. He too was tall but still shorter than Brad by 2 inches making him an even 6 feet. He was on the heavier side, mostly because he never developed proper eating habits and college just made it worse! He had short black hair as well, but it was longer and curlier than Brads. He had a rounded face with no facial hair. His eyes were a dark hazel and he wore glasses. He was never much of a party animal until he met Brad. They were roommates in their freshman year and have been friends ever since. Their flight left Detroit at 10:45 a.m. and the travel time was about 3 hours. Brad had not even packed yet and they lived about an hour and a half from the airport which is why he had to wake up so early. Brad reached and turned off the alarm clock with a resentful grunt, as he was not a morning person. He pulled back his covers revealing his hairy chest, covered with more brownish-red hair with a happy trail that led to his blue Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He got up, putting his feet on the ground, and stood up performing a morning stretch. Josh was still snoring away in the next room. Brad walked to the bathroom to release his morning bladder that was full to the brim like always. He had a rather large bladder that he was sometimes proud of. His stream was forceful and loud as it hit the water; some piss even splashed out of the toilet. Some morning farts also escaped out because he was so relaxed while releasing his bladder. It was now 4:45 and he only had about an hour to pack and be ready to walk out the door. He pulled down his boxer briefs and threw them into a pile of dirty laundry. He opened the drawer that contained his pretty extensive underwear collection. Brad liked to look good and feel comfortable, so he had several briefs, boxer briefs, compression boxers, and jockstraps. He thought about what he wanted to wear while on the flight. He hated sitting for long periods of time and wanted to be comfortable, so he decided to go with a white jockstrap. That might seem like an odd choice, but he loved how they felt and supported his junk. After he got them on, he proceeded to put on a pair of jeans, with a black belt, a white undershirt, and a majority red plaid button-up shirt that his mom had gotten him for Christmas. He pulled out a duffle bag and a backpack from under his bed to use for packing. He randomly shoved in underwear, pants, and shirts into the duffle bag not really caring what he was going to wear all week. He decided to put an extra set of clothes into his backpack because he knew life was unpredictable. He finished packing by putting all the essentials, like deodorant, into his duffle bag. By the time he was done and ready it was almost 6:00. Josh had woken up and was also ready to go, as he had packed everything a week earlier. “What’s up bro?” Josh asked his friend. “You packed and ready? I know how bad of a procrastinator you are!” Brad narrowed his eyes at the slight offense, but he knew it was true. “I actually finished earlier than I had planned for,” he quipped back. This wasn’t true, but he wanted to sound more mature. “I’ve already called Sandra to meet us up front.” Sandra was one of Josh’s classmates and they were study buddies for Computer Networking. “Good, I’m ready to hit the road,” Brad replied. They both grabbed their bags and headed down to the dorm’s entrance to wait for Sandra. They had planned earlier to not eat breakfast as they were gonna grab something quick to eat at the airport. Soon Sandra was pulling up in her 2005 Silver Toyota Corolla, and Brad and Josh put their bags in the trunk. The drive to the airport was about an hour and 45 minutes due to the morning traffic. The drive was mostly silent with the odd chit chat when Sandra asked questions about their trip. Finally they arrived at the entrance to the airport. Josh and Brad got out of the car and grabbed their bags saying goodbye and thank you to Sandra. Once inside they got their tickets from the automatic ticket machine. Flight 1139 from DTW to MIA, gate 17. Brad checked-in his duffle bag at the luggage drop off, as did Josh. Now began the tedious and annoying airport security line. Nothing interesting happened as they went through the process eventually making it through by 9:12. This was earlier than planned, but left them enough time to get breakfast and one last bathroom break. As they were walking down the terminal toward their gate, Brad saw a coffee shop and they decided to stop there. “What do you think you’re gonna get?” Brad questioned. “Uhhhh, I think I’m gonna get a croissant and maybe a green tea.” “Oooo, look at Mr Fancy over here!” “Well, what about you, Mr Peasant?” Josh fired back. “Hmm... I’m gonna get a sausage biscuit, a water, and a large coffee... because I’m hella tired.” Brad always drank a lot of water as it was a habit he got while playing hockey. “Sounds good!” They ordered, got their food and drink, and went to wait at their gate. Brad chugged his water almost immediately as he always did. When it came to his coffee he always took his time which seemed strange to Josh as he chugged almost everything else. It was about 10 minutes before boarding that Josh mentioned about using the bathroom before they board. Brad replied with, “Nah, don’t gotta go, and if I do I’ll just go on the plane.” Josh shrugged and went off to use the restroom one last time. Soon it was time to board. They were some of the last people to board so they knew they weren’t gonna get the best seats. As they entered the plane, most of the seats had already been taken. As they walked further into the packed plane, Josh spotted two seats near the back that were still available. They weren’t the best seats, as it was a middle and window seat. “I’ll take the window seat,” Brad declared. “I might take a nap as I’m still tired from waking up so early.” Brad put his backpack in the overhead bin and asked the woman sitting in the aisle seat if they could squeeze by. She shifted her knees and legs so Brad and then Josh could sit down. “We finally made it!” exclaimed Josh. Brad was too busy looking out the window to notice Josh’s excitement. “What?” Brad asked, not hearing the original statement. “I said we finally made it.” “Yeah, just 3 more hours till we’re in Miami!” Brad still not completely understanding what Josh said. A few minutes after sitting, the plane started moving, and the cabin crew began performing all the safety instructions. Josh paid complete attention, as he wanted to always be informed of things. Brad however wasn’t paying attention. In fact, he was already starting to doze off. Soon the plane started speeding up, getting ready to take off. The jolt awoke Brad, but only for a second, and within minutes of the plane taking off, he was asleep. While asleep, Brad was having a dream that he was watching one of his own hockey games, but he was in the stands while an imaginary double played in the game below. I guess he enjoyed hockey more than he was willing to admit! Around half-time in the dream game, Brad realized he had to go to the bathroom. He decided to get up from the bleachers and go in search, as his bladder was beginning to swell. He entered an area that was part of the arena, but it was more like a shopping mall. He walked down the hallway only seeing department stores selling stuff for the Christmas holiday. Still no bathrooms. He kept walking, almost jogging until all of a sudden he was in a garden store. He was still looking for a toilet hoping to find one in the artificial grass area. Nothing. Think Brad, think. Where was the bathroom? He continued walking through the garden store feeling the pressure from his bladder. Soon he came across the water sprinklers that were showcasing how well they watered the lawn. The “tsk tsk tsk tsk brrrrrrr” from the sprinkler just made Brad need to go even more. Where was the bathroom? Soon the store shook, just a little, like a small earthquake. It shook again. Soon Brad was awake realizing he was on a flight to Miami for Spring Break. The shaking in the dream was due to a little turbulence. Brad looked out the window to see some dark clouds that they were entering. “Hey, what time is it?” Brad asked groggily. “Huh? Finally awake I see. You were asleep for over 2 hours.” “Really? Wow.” Soon Brad realized that another part of his dream wasn’t a dream. His bladder was full – very full. All that water he had chugged earlier, along with the extra coffee, was finally hitting his bladder. He decided he should use the on-plane bathroom before they got any closer to their destination. “Hey Jo—” but all of a sudden the seat-belt light flashed on. “Hm? Were you gonna say something?” Josh questioned. “Never mind.” Brad replied sheepishly. This wasn’t good. Brad’s bladder was almost full, and still filling. He wasn’t worried as he had a large bladder. He could wait till the seat-belt light went off, or even possibly wait till they landed, which was only 30 minutes away. However, it might be close. For now, the only thing bothering him was the slight discomfort. A loud ding snapped Brad out of his thoughts, and then the captain's voice came over the speaker. “Good afternoon passengers, this is your captain speaking. We have some weather up ahead and might experience some slight turbulence. So please stay seated and we will be arriving shortly.” “Great,” Brad thought to himself. “Guess I’ll be holding it and using the bathroom in the terminal.” Hopefully there aren’t any more delays for Brad's sake.

I found this video from one of those "true stories animated" Youtubers about a girl who became a streamer and wore diapers so she could stream longer without bathroom breaks. It's a dumb video but the actress has a sexy voice and describes wetting her diaper and how it leaks during a stream and I always value any potential fetish material I happen to discover

I got the idea for this story, from this drawing: https://twitter.com/milklemon5127/s.....83157656850437 (The Japanese letters say, “It’s a showdown!”) The pull-ups Plusle and Minun are wearing look like this, but with plus symbols on Plusle pull-up and Minus symbols on Minun pull-up: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/23153365/ -------------------------------------- It had been a long time since the last time Plusle and Minun had used the bathroom, this was demonstrated by how much they were squirming in the back seats of the car. Both of them were crossing their legs and clutching at the front of their pull-ups, trying to not have an accident. Thankfully the house was near, so they were close to relieve their bladders. After 10 minutes, the car stopped and their master announced that they where home, the both Pokémons got excited, “Finally!”, they thought. As soon as their master opened the car door and unbuckled their seatbelts, they jumped out of the car and started going towards the main door of the house, they tried to run, but they had to pee so badly that they couldn’t, so they had to potty dance their way to the front door. Each step they made, it felt like their bladders were gonna let loose and ruin their pull-ups. They reached the front door and waited, potty dancing on the spot, for their master to open it. Once the master opened the door, they started going towards the bathroom, they wanted to go as fast as they could but the urge to pee was still really big, so they walked slowly to not pee themselves. After struggling to walk and not make an accident, they finally made it to the last obstacle before the bathroom, some stairs, normally they wouldn’t be a problem but with their bursting bladders it would be very hard to climb them without having an accident, but they had no option, also it would be very stupid to give up after holding it for so long and being so close to the bathroom. Both of them started to carefully climb the stairs, if when they walked it felt like their bladder was gonna let loose, now it was even worser. It was so hard to climb the stairs, that Minun ended up leaking a bit, but was able to not have a full accident. Finally, both of them made it to the end of the stairs and the best thing was that the bathroom was just in front of them. They started to feel a feeling of relief, they had been holding it for so long and they had made it to the bathroom, but they both knew the best was yet to come. They entered the bathroom, finally they were gonna experience the sweet relief… Or not... They both realized something was out of place in the bathroom, only Plusle’s potty was there. In the bathroom there was always a potty for Plusle and another potty for Minun, but there was only one. The feeling of relief they were both experiencing, turned into a feeling of desperation. If there was only one potty that meant only one of them would be able to use it and the other one would end up having an accident in his pull-up. Both brothers really needed to pee on the potty, but they both didn’t want the other brother to pass through that embarrassing situation, but with their bladders about to burst they had no other option but to do something in the bathroom. What a dilemma, I wouldn’t like to be in their place. Will Plusle use the potty and Let Minun have an accident? Or will it be vice versa? Or will none of them be able to use it? Well, I left to the people reading this the decision, do you want the story to have a good or a bad ending?

Tricked to Wet - a Diapered Halloween Story View File Free version of my Halloween video (full version with diaper messing available here). Submitter LittleLadyLumi Submitted 11/15/2020 Category LittleLadyLumi  

Tricked to Wet and Mess - a Diapered Halloween Story (Extended Version) View File SALE -25% (was 7.99$) Trick or treat! Lumi thinks she's got a treat for herself, but the love potion she got from an old lady isn't quite what the label says. After accidentally wetting her pull-ups she decides to change, but there's more to come... Submitter LittleLadyLumi Submitted 11/15/2020 Category LittleLadyLumi  

Emily was about to finish her lemonade. Her mom was finished with her salad and Emily already ate her sandwich. This was a normal weekend outing for lunch, but it wasn’t about to stay that way. Emily realized that she REALLY had to pee. But she thought she could hold it. She stuck a hand to her crotch, and fumbled for her lemonade cup to throw out. She got up and wobbled over to the trash, the remaining lemonade sloshing around in the cup. That didn’t help.. she thought. She stuck both hands in her legs. “What’s wrong, Emily?” Mom asked. “I-I’m fine!” Emily said, shakily. She fidgeted with the edge of her yellow Vivid Studios shirt. She REALLY had to go now. But there wasn’t a bathroom at the cafe. She was about to wet herself at this point, but she said to herself that she could hold it until she got home. They paid and left the cafe to go home. As Emily entered the car, she felt herself leak. No! But her mom already started driving. Every bump on the road was like a firm press from something on her full bladder. She felt another leak escape her pink panties. She pulled her feet up onto the seat and stuck her hands between her legs, right up against her crotch. Her bladder was pained by the effort to keep in her golden wash of urine. Sweat dribbled down her leg and, for a second, she thought it was a leak but thankfully her panties weren’t wetter than what her 2 previous leaks had done. She felt a stronger leak, a tiny stream, run down her leg and she almost gasped at the tiniest moment of relief. Realizing the she was about to wet herself, she pressed harder on her crotch to keep the wet tsunami from rushing out. She got out of the car at last and ran to the door of her house. She felt more warm liquid known as pee spill down her leg. As she gave in to the golden ocean of urine, her mom came walking up to her. She fell down in relief ye realized there was even more pee inside her. As the yellow stream erupted into a tsunami of urine, she cried and cried while sitting on her driveway. (The image was just to give an idea of what was happening.) I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading my first story.

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