Search the Community

Showing results for tags 'true story'.



More search options

  • Search By Tags

    Type tags separated by commas.
  • Search By Author

Content Type


Forums

  • Omorashi
    • Omorashi general
    • Omutsu general
    • Wetting experiences
    • Artwork and doujinshi
    • Fiction and fanfiction
    • Interactive stories
    • Video links and uploads
  • General
    • Bug reports
    • Off-topic discussion
    • Anime discussion
    • Guidance and counseling
    • Debate zone
    • Forum games
  • RolePlaying
    • Roleplaying realm
    • Roleplaying recruitment & discussion
  • Diapers and Ageplay's Discussions
  • Furry Fandom's Discussions

Categories

  • Animation
    • Omoani
    • Anime scenes
    • Hentai
  • Eroge & Doujinshi
    • Doujinshi Archives
    • Artwork and CG Sets
    • Visual Novels
    • RPGs
  • Female videos
    • Holding contests
    • Almost made it
    • Diapers and ageplay
    • Public wetting
    • Bedwetting
    • Cosplay
    • Desperation
    • Peeing
  • Male videos
    • Holding contests
    • Almost made it
    • Diapers and ageplay
    • Public wetting
    • Bedwetting
    • Cosplay
    • Desperation
    • Peeing

Blogs

There are no results to display.

There are no results to display.

Product Groups

  • Premium Subscriptions
  • Advertising

Categories

  • General
  • Main
  • Fetishes
  • Appearance
  • Miscellaneous

Find results in...

Find results that contain...


Date Created

  • Start

    End


Last Updated

  • Start

    End


Filter by number of...

Joined

  • Start

    End


Group


FurAffinity


Skype


Website URL


Location


Interests

Found 4 results

  1. This experience is going to be pretty short because there wasn’t a huge build up of desperation before hand seeing as I was sleeping. That being said I hope you all enjoy it anyway. As always every story I’ve posted thus far have been from my real life experience. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to add a fiction disclaimer. While this was a few years ago I was definitely still an adult at the time (probably 20 years old) ______________________________ I’d really like to chalk this up to having an odd or stressful day or even something out of the ordinary happening but I can’t. The day before had gone on like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary. I had gotten up, had an easy morning, went into work around noon and left at maybe 9pm that evening. When I got home 45 minuets later I didn’t do anything differently. I stripped out of my work clothes, put on some comfy pajamas (a T-shirt and panties), relaxed for a while, had some dinner & water, and got ready for bed around midnight. All of those things add up to an uneventful, boring work day. What’s not boring, however, are my dreams. My dreams typically consist of something like ‘a flying neon purple tiger is walking on top of buildings made out of violins and I have to save the Pope from evil talking vacuum cleaners who are trying to take over the world.’ Those are the kinds of dreams I have, but I always have them. When I went to bed that night I turned out all the lights (save for a hallway night light, I don’t like the dark), flicked on my ceiling fan, plugged my phone in, got under my covers, and started to drift off. I soon fell sound asleep and my dreaming began. I only remember parts of my dream but I know I was in a pretty fancy museum or antique shop of sorts and I was talking to someone, perhaps an employee, who I didn’t know at all and she absolutely would not shut up. I really didn’t want to be talking to this person because in my dream I was trying to get to the bathroom and I couldn’t duck out of the conversation politely. She was wearing this historical costume gown like Marie Antoinette style and shuffling along after me as I walked around. I was going from display to display and getting more and more annoyed because she kept following me. Finally, I ended up in front of a painting and she ran off to join a parade of other people dressed in historical gowns that all looked extremely beautiful. Briefly I began to feel left out and cursed myself for not dressing up for the museum gown parade. At this point I had held it so long trying to get away from this dream woman I was absolutely shaking with the need to pee. I looked around desperately and eureka! I spotted a single restroom across the hall and sighed in relief. At the thought of relieving myself my bladder pulsed and twitched and I almost lost control but held my crotch just in time. Getting control of my need wasn’t easy but I straightened up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Not a person in sight, perfect. This was my chance, I was finally alone and I can head to the bathroom. I power walked, almost jogged, down the main hall past beautiful statues, paintings, and fine jewelry on display. I quickly made it to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to knock first but it ended up being empty anyway. I turned to lock the door behind me with a smile on my face because I knew I had made it just fine. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and began to pee....ahh so much better.. Shit. My eyes snapped open at the feel of wetness around me and my body automatically stopped the stream. Wait, was that real or was that all in my dream? I sleepily and timidly lifted my blanket to clearly reveal I had absolutely wet the bed. My panties were soaked, my sheets were soaked beneath me, my blanket was damp, the hem of my shirt was a bit damp as well. My heart was pounding from being so abruptly startled out of a dream and I squinted over at my alarm clock, the red letters reading 3:30am, great. And I sill had to pee pretty badly because apparently I had emptied only half my bladder. I knew I couldn’t keep my stream stopped for too long so I jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom across the hall. The ceiling fan making me shiver from the wetness around me. I practically kicked open the door and yanked my wet panties down to the floor where they made a damp fabric sound on the ice cold tile. I didn’t even sit down all the way when my body gave out and continued my stream. I audibly sighed, it felt so good. All the built up pressure finally leaving me. It felt like my bladder was empting itself forever but of course it ended up stopping eventually. “Time to see the damage I did” I thought as I stood back up. I automatically pulled up my underwear without even thinking and by now they were FREEZING. I shivered again at the feeling. I glanced up in front of me at the full length bathroom mirror and pouted at what I saw. Me standing there with hard nipples poking through my shirt from the cold and totally soaked pink lacy cotton panties. I decided to leave them on while I washed my hands and checked on my sheets. I got back to my bedroom, flipped on the light switch and walked over to my bed. Fuck. The puddle was bigger than I thought it would be and it had spread out considerably. My blanket wasn’t too bad but definitely had gotten wet. I quickly stripped my sheets and walked downstairs. The wetness from my lower half was rubbing me the wrong way, but it felt exhilarating being out in the open totally wet with no way to hide myself. Laundry was started and I jogged back up to my upstairs bathroom with the intention of jumping in the shower but I decided to hold off. While this wetting was totally unplanned I still prefer punishments to come after accidents. So I sat in my bathtub with my freezing cold soaked lacy panties and shamefully did kegel exercises for the entire length of my laundry cycle. Thankfully I was alone in the house and I didn’t have to sneak my bed wetting sheets past anyone but I still felt utterly humiliated. I mean, I’m an adult not a little girl who has to wear pull-ups to bed. I should be able to control my bladder, not keep having accidents. Oh well, at least I get to share this experience with you guys. :-)
  2. This was during last December and Im not sure why I havent posted about it on here yet, maybe because its humiliating.. But I hope you guys enjoy it. Every story I post is true. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to put a fiction disclaimer on it somewhere. ______________________________ After I had finished a full day of work at around 6pm I decided I didn’t want to drive home and would rather spend some time Christmas shopping while I was already out. I was still in my work clothes but it didn’t bother me in the slightest as they were overall comfortable to walk around in. It was a casual work environment so I was wearing medium wash denim skinny jeans, a beautiful purple frilly tank top, a green neck scarf (more for looks than warmth) and a black leather coat vintage from the 90’s. I was absolutely freezing but I would lie through my teeth and tell you I was warm because I loved that outfit, i felt it make me look like a sexy artist type. I worked, and lived, in the middle of absolute nowhere so it was a 45 minite drive to get to a shopping center. Naturally I decided to get a very fancy, large strawberry banana smoothie with extra whip cream to drink during the drive. It is my absolute favorite beverage so I downed it quicker than I would with a coffee or water. Not the best idea. I drove to a very chic outdoor mall. It’s one of those uber fancy places where everyone wears Prada boots and buys designer chocolates at $300 a pop for their elaborate dinner parties or whatever rich people do. I was so out of place here. In the same parking lot is the fanciest food market I’ve ever seen with a name so Italian I couldn’t dream of pronouncing it. I decided to go run in really quick and pick up some organic vanilla beans before I went shopping in the mall. “It should only take like 5 minutes” I told myself. 5 minutes turned to 10 as I looked around aimlessly for vanilla and walking noticibly slowly because my bladder was killing me. When I had stepped out of the car I noticed I had to go but I didn’t think it was that bad until I really needed to focus on something, I found myself being constantly distracted by how desperate I was. I didn’t use bathroom before I left work either. Eureka! I had found the vanilla beans at literally the back of the store, very last shelf, end of the isle. I was holding my crotch at this point trying not to make it noticeable, as I’m already sticking out like a sore thumb in this area. I picked up the jar and very quickly put it back because I realized I wouldn’t be able to stand in the checkout line and not have a little accident......okay a big accident. “I’ll just use the bathroom here” I rationally told myself. Well, it turned out the universe isn’t rational because there’s no bathroom in the store. I abandoned any idea of ‘quickly grabbing vanilla’ as I power walked out of the market. A middle aged woman gave me a sad smile as I left. “Did she know?” I thought “Does everyone know??” Oh god maybe someone saw me do a potty dance or hold my crotch in the spice isle. It was very possible someone saw how badly I needed to go. I shook my head at the thought. I jogged through the parking lot to my car and dove into the drivers seat, trying not to think about the people in the store. I threw it in drive and moved to the parking spots closer to the actual mall. At this point all I’m thinking about is how badly I have to go. How I need to get to a bathroom this instant or I’m going to explode. It’s worth mentioning that I have a rather small bladder. I parked with the other cars and contemplated my game plan. “These are fancy people I can’t just sprint in holding myself in this mall, it would be humiliating” I pull up a map of the mall on my phone and look up where the nearest restrooms are located. It’s about three turns away from the entrance and I’m debating if I can even make it there. I’m holding my crotch constantly at this point sitting in my car and looking at the gates. If I left now I would Literally have to run to make it, and what if there’s a line? “No. I can do this, I’m an adult” I said, mentally giving myself a little pep talk. I opened my car door and jogged my way up to the entrance when I felt a pang in my bladder and a sizeable leek. I immediately turned on my heels and ran back to my car to desperately make it stop. I’m breathing hard with a flushed face not even caring about who could have spotted my odd behavior. “I’m not gonna make it” I say to myself. Im 45 minutes from home, unable to make it to even the closest restroom, trapped in my car in a parking lot of an ultra fancy mall. Oh god. I start racking my brain for what to do and start weighing my options. I don’t want to pee on my seat or in public in front of so many people. “Think. Think.” I say as time is clearly running out. I look around my car. “My smoothie cup!” Thank God I hadn’t thrown it away. I look around the parking lot to see if the coast is clear. It absolutely is not. There’s people everywhere. Shit. I don’t waste any time throwing my car into reverse and moving to the less occupied section of the parking lot which isn’t saying much because this IS a mall at Christmas time. This section is also facing the main road. My options are too limited to be picky now though. I glance around to see if I’m in the clear and spot one man, about 6 parking spaces away, probably in his mid 30s talking on the phone outside of his car and for whatever reason, he’s looking my way. Or at least it seems like he is, it’s fairly dark by now so at least I have that going for me. I try to hold off and give him a chance to move along but he’s too busy talking away. “I can’t wait any longer” The spurt in my panties now grown cold against my crotch, making me shiver and almost loose control. There are a few more people relatively close to me getting in and out of their respective cars. I check to see if Mr. Chatty Cathy is still there and, yup, he is. Screw it. Without a second thought I grab my left shoe and then my right and toss them onto my passenger seat, along with my socks just to be safe. The movement puts pressure on my bulging bladder but I can’t stop now. I yank my zipper down and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my too tight skinny jeans and pull. Taking off pants in your drivers seat is way harder than I expected. I frantically pull at the denim at the odd angle I have just praying I don’t wet myself here. I get the pants completely off (but now inside out) with a sigh of relief and toss them in the back seat. “Just the panties now” I thought as I shivered. I look down at my frilly pink cotton panties, their style really fitting the situation unfortunately “They really are wet” I yanked them down over my knees and threw them behind me somewhere with my jeans. I hiked up my shirt to get it out of the way and tucked it into my bra. I didn’t even think about the man as I got into a squatting position and placed the cup underneath me. From this angle you could easily see everything if you were close enough. But I literally had no other options. I let out an experimental burst and the damn just broke. I tilted my head back and let an audible sigh escape me as I completely let go. Rapidly filling the container I had to work with and making an incredibly loud tinkling noise. I all but moaned. I was holding it and fighting it for so long and it felt so good to just give in to it. My muscles relaxed and my body quivered. My bladder was just about empty now and I had almost filled the cup to the rim. I let the final drips slowly stop themselves and very carefully handled the cup. My face was bright red from an obvious blush but all I could feel was relief. “Much better” I sighed. Slowly but surely though, the humiliation set in. How could I have not been able to hold it on my own? I’m an adult and I’m out here making a laughing stock of myself. I sat there in my car, freezing and half naked. You wouldn’t believe how embarrassed and vulnerable you feel when you’re alone, miles from your home, car surrounded by strangers, and essentially naked. I shamefully looked over at the guy and he was still talking on the phone but with a big grin on his face and no longer looking my direction. I have no way of knowing if that grin is from me. I pulled my shirt down, trying not to flash my tits to the road or the man, and fished in the backseat for my panties. I slid them on and quickly remembered they were still wet and ice cold from my spurt earlier. I hung my head in shame as I worked my way into my jeans, realizing they were inside out, fixing them, and sliding them back on, spending way too much time without clothes for my personal tastes. I slid my shoes back on and stepped out of my car to dispose of the cup in the safest way possible, desperately avoiding eye contact with cellphone guy. I didn’t get my Christmas Shopping finished, and I had a long time to think about what I had done on the way home.
  3. FunkyNoJunkie

    girlfriend wet for me

    Wrote this a few weeks ago but I guess it never got approved.. it's a copy and paste . Not in the mood to go fix all the spelling stuff so sorry in advance. Alrighty, long time lurker but never made an account.. figured why da fuck not. Anyway been into omo since I was like five and I never really knew why.. but no complaints. I have a few good stories but nothing as recent or as good as this. It started when a friend of about three years broke up with her bf and we started hooking up.. she's real cool ...and I don't have too much shame about my wetting fetish so one night I sorta just filled her in. "Yeah I think it's insanely hot when a girl had an accident and wets herself" .. told her why I thought I got off too it. I think it has something to do with a some what rebellious personally I got.. but when you can't hold it any longer your powerless .. and you can't hide it or stop it lol. Anyway I showed her a few threads from this sight and a few good stories and she was into it.. Fuck. Yeah. Been waiting for this shit my whole life no lie. Now she has told me she has a really week bladder.. and just that week she wet herself outside of her bathroom because she didn't make it in time. Haha I can't make this stuff up.. So one morning woke up and brought up our conversation about this whole thing from a few weeks ago. She started drinking a lot of water , like nonstop.. she was okay for the first hour.. and after that there was the usally legs crossing and her trying to hold herself . Soo lets say she was at a 7 after about an hour and a half, as I said before she isn't the type to be able to hold on for too long.. and I made it clear to her not too make anything up or exeggerate how desperate she was.. for me it needs to be 100 percent real otherwise I'm not into it. So as time goes on where watching this show she likes..stranger things on the flix. And her urge started to pick up quick.. she was really figity and definitely embarrassed. . Saw her blushing a bit but she was enjoying it.. and when she got up to walk she would walk with her legs crossed and had to stop every few steps .. keep in mind she auctally had to do this to legitimately avoid wetting her jeans. She told me she didn't know how much longer she could hold out. This is when it got interesting. Her dad had just pulled in on his lunch break while she was starting to hit a 9 out of 10. Her being shy and both of us definitely not trying to raise any flags with her dad pretended like all was well and none of this was going on. This meant she couldn't cross her legs or try to hold herself. So her dad walks up.. shook my hand and said what's up.. the usally this in that whole she ran in her room. He went to talk to her for a few minutes then went about his buisness.. now I felt bad for her and was a bit nervous myself.. but I couldn't help to think God damn.. this is fucking awesome .. just like some of the stories on here I read. I was seriously aroused .. and nervous and shamefully at the same time .. but for me that's what omos all about. So her dad came out of his room and her a hug goodbye while she was barely hanging on.. she had to go on her toes to hug him because he's a tall dude. That definitely did her in, just a bit. He started to walk away and out the door, just has she let out a little leak, she stumbled a bit and tried to curb it.. which she did but not before making a tiny wet patch. So dad was pulling out and she just let out a leak.. she was at the point of losing control about just two hours after she started. "Ugh Dillon I don't think I can hold it anymore" "Are you sure? Just try.. come on be a big girl" (she's into the humilation.. and she was definitely as aroused as she was humiliated .. God I love her) "Ugh Dillon I'm trying!!" At that point she bent down and crossed her legs and grabbed her crotch.. and I saw a little leak escape and go down the back of her legs, making a nice long streak down her jeans .. she managed too stop it for a few seconds but then the damn broke and in about three seconds he jeans where soaked and a puddle was forming on the floor.. the whole time her trying to stop it with everything she had .. I would figure after a few seconds she could get it back.. but noo.. it went on about thirty seconds with her not being able to hold it back at all . She was Humiliated .. after all she just pissed herself in front of me .. I tried to put myself in her shoes after all.. lol. Now this is the part where I might sound douchy .. but she is into r/gonewild and loves too post.. so I asked her if I could take a picture before she got chaned. She smiled at me and rolled her eyes. "Sure Dillon" ... ugh okay.. I think I felt bad and deleted it from my phone about a month ago.. swear to God true story and I know your pissed.. but here's a picture of her.. 19f.. I'll see if I can't dig it up somehow. Edit: a word and I can't use that pic until I crop it.. I'll get around too it tmro. Sorry ik it's a dick move but it's the Internet you'll find something. Edited August 29 by FunkyNoJunkie 0 Quote Your content will need to be approved by a moderator Reply to this topic... Follow0 GO TO TOPIC LISTINGWetting experiences
  4. Alrighty, long time lurker but never made an account.. figured why da fuck not. Anyway been into omo since I was like five and I never really knew why.. but no complaints. I have a few good stories but nothing as recent or as good as this. It started when a friend of about three years broke up with her bf and we started hooking up.. she's real cool ...and I don't have too much shame about my wetting fetish so one night I sorta just filled her in. "Yeah I think it's insanely hot when a girl had an accident and wets herself" .. told her why I thought I got off too it. I think it has something to do with a some what rebellious personally I got.. but when you can't hold it any longer your powerless .. and you can't hide it or stop it lol. Anyway I showed her a few threads from this sight and a few good stories and she was into it.. Fuck. Yeah. Been waiting for this shit my whole life no lie. Now she has told me she has a really week bladder.. and just that week she wet herself outside of her bathroom because she didn't make it in time. Haha I can't make this stuff up.. So one morning woke up and brought up our conversation about this whole thing from a few weeks ago. She started drinking a lot of water , like nonstop.. she was okay for the first hour.. and after that there was the usally legs crossing and her trying to hold herself . Soo lets say she was at a 7 after about an hour and a half, as I said before she isn't the type to be able to hold on for too long.. and I made it clear to her not too make anything up or exeggerate how desperate she was.. for me it needs to be 100 percent real otherwise I'm not into it. So as time goes on where watching this show she likes..stranger things on the flix. And her urge started to pick up quick.. she was really figity and definitely embarrassed. . Saw her blushing a bit but she was enjoying it.. and when she got up to walk she would walk with her legs crossed and had to stop every few steps .. keep in mind she auctally had to do this to legitimately avoid wetting her jeans. She told me she didn't know how much longer she could hold out. This is when it got interesting. Her dad had just pulled in on his lunch break while she was starting to hit a 9 out of 10. Her being shy and both of us definitely not trying to raise any flags with her dad pretended like all was well and none of this was going on. This meant she couldn't cross her legs or try to hold herself. So her dad walks up.. shook my hand and said what's up.. the usally this in that whole she ran in her room. He went to talk to her for a few minutes then went about his buisness.. now I felt bad for her and was a bit nervous myself.. but I couldn't help to think God damn.. this is fucking awesome .. just like some of the stories on here I read. I was seriously aroused .. and nervous and shamefully at the same time .. but for me that's what omos all about. So her dad came out of his room and her a hug goodbye while she was barely hanging on.. she had to go on her toes to hug him because he's a tall dude. That definitely did her in, just a bit. He started to walk away and out the door, just has she let out a little leak, she stumbled a bit and tried to curb it.. which she did but not before making a tiny wet patch. So dad was pulling out and she just let out a leak.. she was at the point of losing control about just two hours after she started. "Ugh Dillon I don't think I can hold it anymore" "Are you sure? Just try.. come on be a big girl" (she's into the humilation.. and she was definitely as aroused as she was humiliated .. God I love her) "Ugh Dillon I'm trying!!" At that point she bent down and crossed her legs and grabbed her crotch.. and I saw a little leak escape and go down the back of her legs, making a nice long streak down her jeans .. she managed too stop it for a few seconds but then the damn broke and in about three seconds he jeans where soaked and a puddle was forming on the floor.. the whole time her trying to stop it with everything she had .. I would figure after a few seconds she could get it back.. but noo.. it went on about thirty seconds with her not being able to hold it back at all . She was Humiliated .. after all she just pissed herself in front of me .. I tried to put myself in her shoes after all.. lol. Now this is the part where I might sound douchy .. but she is into r/gonewild and loves too post.. so I asked her if I could take a picture before she got chaned. She smiled at me and rolled her eyes. "Sure Dillon" ... ugh okay.. I think I felt bad and deleted it from my phone about a month ago.. swear to God true story and I know your pissed.. but here's a picture of her.. 19f.. I'll see if I can't dig it up somehow. Edit: a word and I can't use that pic until I crop it.. I'll get around too it tmro. Sorry ik it's a dick move but it's the Internet you'll find something.