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Hi all! If there are any females or bi males who would like to take control of my bladder, then i urge you to add me as a friend on here. Thanks for your attention, hoping to see you guys soon! -OmoWarrior (I apologise if this is the wrong place to put my post, still learning the website)

Hey guys, this is another story about my weak-bladdered ex girlfriend, but also her (not identical) twin sister. This first part started as a brief intro paragraph before a road trip we all took together but it seems to have developed into a slightly longer story. I’ll continue the road trip story below - one of the best holidays of my life :) For background, I had already known the family for a long time and they were all very comfortable around me. I have tried to remember the details as accurately as possible! —————— One summer I went on a road trip to the South of France with A, her sister (i’ll call her Emily), brother and father. Now Emily was blessed with the same wonderfully weak bladder as A. On her first day in college I happened to be round at their house when she was on her way home. I was sitting in the lounge when someone started banging loudly on the door. I got up to answer it and I could hear Emily through the door whimpering and moaning “Shit, shit no” and “come on please come on” I opened the door and she was crouching there on the door step, brown hair swaying around her freckled face, hazel eyes wide open in desperation. She had on a grey pleated skirt and a white blouse and was grinding herself down on to her heel while grabbing at her crotch with her hands. I could see wet patches all over her skirt and her legs were glistening with pee. “Oh thank fuck” she whimpered but didnt get up immediately “Can you open the bathroom door for me? I need a wee so so bad” her voice was shaking and she seemed on the verge of a breakdown. “If I stand up i’ll wet myself”. I looked down at her shaking desperate, wet form grinding on the doorstep and nodded mutely “Oh god please hurry” she thrust her hands back into her crotch and a new dark patch emerged on the front of her skirt The bathroom was right next to the front door so I stepped back, opened the door wide so we could both see the toilet. “Ohhhhhhh god” she whimpered and started grinding into her heel with extra fervor. The glimpse of relief had clearly pushed her even further into frantic desperation. Evidently she decided that there wasn’t going to be a moment where she gained control more completely. “Fuck this” she said and pushed herself up off her heel. The instant she stood up and started to make a run for the toilet, pee exploded out of her. I could hear it hissing as it splashed into her panties and I could see it running in torrents down her legs. She dashed to the toilet and pulled up her skirt. Her white panties were completely soaked and I could see the outline of her pussy and a small patch of dark hair. Pee was pouring through her panties and on to the floor. She looked up and saw me staring “Close the door you pervert” she said with a cheeky smile, putting her hand to her crotch to try to hide what I had already seen. All this did was make pee pour around her fingers. Reluctantly, I closed the door. Whether I could have got away with keeping it open I don’t know but I thought about it a lot! When she finally came out, all she said was “not much made it in to the loo” as she bounced away upstairs. Anyway, that was the intro to Emily, a few months after that the road trip started!

The other night, I was sitting comfortably in my bed drinking juice and watching a movie on Netflix. It was a really long movie, about three whole hours. I already sort of needed to pee at the beginning of the movie but ignored it as I didn't think it would cause any trouble. Half way through the movie, I realized I drank far too much. My bladder was starting full up and my crotch would tickle just enough to make me squirm. When the movie ended, I couldn't take it anymore. As soon as the credits started rolling I exited the screen. When I lifted my covers to get out of my bed and go to the bathroom, I couldn't move. I felt like I was going to wet myself that very second. I held on as much as I could with my legs crossed and my hands tight on my crotch. I let out a moan by accident and I leaked a little spot in my undies. I was so shocked, I whispered "noooooo" and hoped no one was going to pass by my bedroom. I kept telling myself "you don't need to go, you can hold a bit longer." But at that time, I could feel the end of my bladder pushing down and it made me leak slowly and I blushed from embarrassment. The little spot turned into a big one, and my little pj shorts got all wet. I coudn't stop myself, I made a puddle right on my bed. I just sat there holding with my legs open shaking just to take a video of my accident. Warning, lots of moaning, sorry if I sound ridiculous Babe Wets Her Bed.mp4

Okay so today I woke up and found out I got to stay home from school not only that my mother left to go job huntting all day. So lucky for me I got to have a wonderful weetting experiance, as some know from my last post I have a weak bladder since I was younge. Toda last beforey I just wanted to see how long I could last before needing to use the restroom. Or well wet myself. Okay so Scooby Doo was playing and I thought that would be a great way to keep track of time, so there I was on ny couch drinking up a 1.4 QT of water. It didn't take long for me to feel a small pressure in my bladder, and to fell my legs asking me to get up and go. I ignored it and watched how The gang had to solve mysteries. It wasn't till..about maybe 30 minutes later did I really start to feel a realy bad pressure. I just couldn't help but rub myself threw my blue boy shorts. That's when I felt a drop. I had to cross my legs and ignore it, but maybe another 30 minutes I felt another drop, my panties were getting soaked. I desiced ot was best for me to go and stand in the shower, I brought my water with my though and started fulping like crazy. I wanted to feel the sunsation of my bladder taling controll. Okay so 20 minutes later I felt a leak, not a big one. It took me three seconds to stop, but I fidn't notice how another leak started and I could't stop it. It moved sowthwards and started to form a puddle. And I was so happy, I moaned out loud and just tryed to hold back. I couldn't! Gosh it felt so great to just sit in it and masturbate afterwords! So that was my experia.xe for the day. P.S:So if things are spelled wrong, I'm useing a phone keyboard to type and it's hard.

On the other topic I posted my desperation night, and some sneak peak pictures before I'd post the video. I went and posted it in the downloads thing but I'm completely new at this and I've realized it didn't post.... So! Here it is! I won't be posting much because I'll be away for a month but if you have any requests to keep myself entertained or other non-omo things post on the topic here about my absence: https://omorashi.org/topic/30488-taking-a-break-from-internet-overcoming-bpd%E2%9D%80/ I made that in the off-topic forum as, well it's completely off-topic, and I wanted to let my friends know why I'm going away for a month. I'm too busy right now to message everyone I'll copy and paste my desperation posts below, read as you please and have fun with the video! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ (5:00pm) I haven't gone to the bathroom since 6am this morning, and currently it's 5pm. It's raining outside and I can hear the rain drops, I don't know why but I love the rain. I am still holding, just sitting at my dinning room table on my laptop. The window is open and each time the wind pushes the rain harder on my deck I can hear how wet it is outside and it feels like my bladder is blushing... I've drank about 3 liters of juice today, and I've been running around all day. Now that I'm sitting I can't stop squirming and holding myself while I sit on my leg, just going side to side. I've never posted on this thread before but I thought I might as well have fun. I'll reply every so often. xx (5:32pm) I'm really good at holding it, but I'm going to try to drink as much as I can because my friend is coming over at 8pm. I have to run around my room and clean, it's a horrible disaster! I want to be desperate while I try to clean, I've learnt that's my favorite thing to do... I like a challenge. Supper is at 6pm though and when my family and I eat we watch TV for about an hour... So once I get up from that I'll be very desperate and very busy cleaning. I won't be paying attention to holding which can cause an accident, especially since I oddly have a weak bladder when I don't pay attention. As soon as I forget I dribble slowly and try to hold as hard as I can until it leaks too fast and I'm stuck grabbing myself until I stop and just stand there with wet legs because I'm scared to move and make a bad puddle on the floor. My biggest weakness is being a meter away from the toilet which makes me feel like I'm almost there and I just can't stop. When I have an accident and I am a meter away, I feel like such a bad girl... (5:56pm) I like to try and be as descriptive as I can even though I'm not used to omo that much yet :$ When I clean, I am very fast! I turn on music and I run around like crazy. My friend and I are very comfortable with each other and she knows I posts things on here and she knows about my fetish. If I am still holding and she is here, she said she would take a video of my desperation so I can post it. You won't miss all the fun after all! There have been times where I have not leaked completely but my bladder will push and some will be forced out without control while I am watching a movie/show with the family. Like I said, when I don't pay attention to my bladder I tend to have an accident. Sometimes in the middle of an episode I'll feel my underwear becomes a little bit wet and my stomach would have that shock "oh shit" feeling and I'll hold for the rest of the show until I can't anymore. When I notice myself squirm a tad, I get a little bit embarrassed but I don't think anyone can notice, since most of the time it's just my foot shaking while I sit on my leg. Just looks like a normal shakey thing to them. At the moment, I'm still at the dinning room table. I have a tall glass of water next to me with a straw, I love straws because it makes me drink so much in a small amount of time. I've been holding for so long that I am incredibly horny... I don't usually admit when I am but wow. I might even have a little fun before supper... (6:17pm) Supper is here... Mmmmm St-Hubert's!! (Chicken strips and fries with gravy) I've drank two glasses of water, I'm getting a bigger glass now since I'll be busy. I'll be watching the movie Man Up, made by the people who filmed Paul! I do have my phone on me so if anything happens I'll post right away :) (6:52pm) They are both british movies but they are on netflix!! I can feel my bladder being so full it's pushing the tip of my crotch and I'm about to leak. I'm trying hard to stay on the couch and watch this movie but every so often my stomach tickles and I squirm. I just want to rub myself but the desperation and the thought that I can't do anything is exciting. I wonder how long I can hold myself back. (7:10pm) Ah, you're making me think about the rain outside... I like rain and puddles so much I'm at about a 9 I swear if I stand up my bladder will push down so bad and I won't be able to control it at all. I can just imagine it now... My underwear slowly getting damp and it turns me on so bad I'll let myself go by accident that I'll burst and the leaking will go down my legs and my leggings will be wet all the way to my feet... I need to stop thinking about it, the movie is only half way! (7:29pm) I am trying! There's still about 20 minutes left on this movie... I am definitely about to wet soon... Really trying to tell myself I can make it. (8:01pm) The movie is finally over, I have 1 hour to clean! I ran to my room and I sat on my bed. I didn't want to lose control because I really want to film myself. I laid down on my bed and started to rub myself. I thought that if I could calm myself down I'd be able to hold for a lot longer. I started to rub myself and try to get all the squirming out of my system. I started holding and pressing myself but I dribbled and now I can feel a little spot on my leggings. I thought if I just rub harder and get all the moaning and tingly feelings out of me, I can last for one more hour. The little wet spot just turned me on more and I can feel my fingers become a little damp. I didn't want to wet yet, I loved how when I held my breath and rubbed myself as hard as I could it felt like I was about to burst. The embarassement and tingliness in me was so strong I was sure I was about to wet my bed. Then I orgasmed and moaned so strongly, I felt relieved. I'm not a bad girl yet, I can last another hour. As I'm laying on my bed typing this right now, I am out of breath. Before I start squirming again I should clean my room as fast as I can. I'll reply soon enough with more details. (9:24pm) Well... I didn't last long at all... As soon as I got up to clean I felt like my bladder was so full I was going to miss my chance at making a small video :( All I could hear once I stood up was the rain hitting my window so hard. My bladder was too full and I knew if I didn't get to the bathroom in time I was going to make a a bigger mess in my room. I ran to the bathroom in panic. I was trying so hard to hold it in, I whined and stuck my tongue out in fear... as if that would do anything. I turned on my phone's video camera, I had absolutely no time to get my real camera. I started recording and I stood at a reasonable distance. I couldn't open my eyes, I knew I was about to make the biggest mess I have since I was little. I was squirming and I tried not to jump up and down so much. I didn't want to face the camera, I felt embarrassment in my stomach. I thought maybe if I stopped bouncing around maybe I could calm down. I held my stomach but my first instinct was to press it. All I could feel were tickles on my crotch and I wanted to hold it with my fingers so bad. I started getting wet, really fast. My bladder burst and all I could hear is my bathroom floor getting wet, as if someone was emptying a water bottle on the floor at medium force. I couldn't hold at all anymore, I just couldn't. I was shocked with how bad of a girl I was being and turned around. Facing the camera made me blush. My eyes were still closed and I smiled, I just realized I've been holding all day, that's a lot of pee... I didn't even put a towel down or anything. I started peeing so hard that it went straight down my legs and gushed on the floor. I could feel my feet being soaked in a puddle, and knowing it wasn't water made me blush even harder. My leggings were drenched but oddly only in the middle of my legs. The fabric felt thick and as I looked down I thought "wow, that's a big relief"... I was being so bad and all I could think about was you punishing me. I'm not a big girl I guess, if bad girls make messes, I was a real bad girl for wetting myself this time. Babe Wets Grey Leggings.mp4

Ok, so this is a fanfic of harry potter and in this story a few things have happened that don't in the actual story line, sirius had a son with Tonks in order of the pheonix, Grindlewald has a son as well who rises to power, and this all takes place in 2012 with the characters in this story in year six, and only small cameos from the characters from Jk Rowling, its been aa while since I read the books so this my Harry Potter terminology may be a little off as well as my british and so on, phrases however I hope you like it. Chapter one: Hogwarts Express I sat in the backseat of the red impala as it drove through the London streets, the only American car In the street, not that I was from America, my family was originally from France although we were from Australia and I had an Australian accent, however we had recently moved to Britain on account of my father’s business, and rather than continue on to my sixth year of school at Beauxbaton I was transferred to Hogwarts school of witch craft and wizardry. I felt butterflies flutter in my belly as I pulled the hem of my uniform skirt up past my mid-thigh and adjusted my knee socks. I was extremely nervous, as I was my first time at Beauxbaton and now I was forced to restart over again. I sat in the back in silence as my mother drove while my father fiddled with his smart phone. I jiggled my legs lightly as my bladder began to fill slightly, I had a weak bladder but I figured I could hold it till I got to Hogwarts hopefully. I rolled my birch wand between my fingers, the ashy wood felt odd against my smooth finger tips as I sensed the unicorn horn essence within, the conduit for my powers, it almost tingled eleven inches with polished wooden groove to hold. I held the wand between my index and middle finger and swished it around slightly as I stared at to the bleary world around me, morning’s fog still covering the streets. I wanted to smile, after all I was excited, however more than that I was anxious and I felt a twinge in my bladder as the anxiety gave me a odd sense of desperation. I hated to admit it, but I sorta liked the pain of a full bladder so I quickly switched the focus of my thoughts. I began to think of my old school, I was a great student, and especially excelled in defense against the dark arts. I was also one of the more popular when it came to boys, my curly blonde hair, my slender build with nearly perfect curves in the right places, a great face with beautiful blue eyes with gold bursting from around the pupils. Even my Melbourne accent seemed to attract guys with its seductive tone. I self-consciously unbuttoned one more button on my grey Hogwarts shirt, showing off a bit more of my cleavage to hopefully make a “good” impression among my peers. Normally as was more classy than that, however my nerves were corrupting my mind as I felt another twinge in my bladder and the awkward feeling in my abdomen from apprehension flutter again as we drew closer to king’s cross station. I shook my leg rapidly trying to shake the feeling of desperation as my bladder panged in my abdomen. Finally as we officially reached king’s cross station as we exited the car and head off towards platform 9 ¾ the feeling intensified. I got up rather awkwardly but struggled to regain my composure as my parents helped me with my things as we entered the station. Finally after fumbling through the crowded train station I saw the pillar bearing the sings, platform 9 and platform ten, I gripped the handle on my cart and turned to my parents. “Good-bye.” I spoke softly, the nerves getting the best of me. I mustered a smile but I felt like I was going to puke. “Good-bye sweetheart.” My father said affectionately. “I’ll have a surprise for you this Christmas, and another surprise for you this upcoming week while you’re at Hogwarts.” He smiled and embraced me in a suffocating hug. “Good-bye.” My mom managed teary eyed like she did every year before seeing me off. She kissed me on my forehead and I turned to face the pillar. I took a deep breath and my stomach started to do flips as I charged forward and passed straight through the pillar, I felt my whole body tingle and my bladder pulse again. I looked around gleefully as I entered the platform nine and three quarters and approached the scarlet train amongst the crowd of children and boarded the Hogwarts express. It was a bit of a step back from the magical carriages of Beauxbaton but none-the-less I was excited. To start school, to learn new spells, to meet new friends, even to see how long I could go without using the bathroom. I shuffled aboard the train and set my bags in the appropriate apartment before walking down the train to find somewhere to sit, I finally settled for one with three other kids already filling the seats. “Mind if I sit here?” I asked the group awkwardly. “Go ahead,” a muscular kid said eagerly. He was cute and had the sweetest hazel yes I ever saw, he had light brown hair and wore Slytherin robes on and a sly smile on his lips. I sat next to him and faced the other two, one was a boy also donning the silver and green robes. about my age with Jet black hair and, peculiar violet yes, an athletic build and half smirk on his face. The other was obviously his girlfriend judging on how he affectionately had his arm wrapped around her slender back, she had dark brown hair and was tall with killer legs and a pretty face, a great bust and deep brown eyes. I felt a pang of envy towards her but brushed it off. She bore the signature Ravenclaw robes. “My name is Isaiah Anderson.” The boy who first welcomed me into the compartment offered out his hand to me. I shook it cautiously, I heard about students from Slytherin’s reputation for being vain and cold, but the two boys seemed friendly enough, but then again I revealed enough of my cleavage my red bra peeked out slightly. “I’m Leah Patton, and this is James Black.” The girl said sweetly also offering her hand out which I shook gratefully. I already felt welcome. “I’m Isabella Bladin.” I said with slight confidence. “I just transferred to Hogwarts from Beauxbaton and I’m crazy nervous.” I muttered flustered. “Well do you need to know anything about Hogwarts?” Isaiah offered sweetly. “Not really… well I spent most of my time reading Hogwarts: a history and such, so I know a lot already, the moving staircases, the ghosts that roam the halls, the four houses and a lot of other things, although it probably won’t keep me from getting lost.” I giggled. “We can help with that.” James offered kindly. “But there is something you should know about us first.” James said solemnly. “Should we tell her?” Isaiah asked, sounding a little nervous. “She’s going to find out eventually, anyway we are already wizards, its not that weird that… Isabelle,” he started. “Isabella.” I corrected playfully. “Isabella.” He said with a hint of sarcasm. “I’m a metamorphmagus, able to shift my entire appearance crazy enough, Isaiah is a parstletongue. And Leah is a werewolf.” He said calmly. “Uh… I…” I stuttered, I had no idea what to say to that. I wasn’t weird-ed out, if anything I felt disappointed, in myself for not being as special as them so I just nodded and smiled awkwardly. “You think we’re weird don’t you?” Isaiah complained. I shook my head. “Quite the opposite actually, I’m insanely jealous, I’d rather have any one of the abilities than be a normal witch.” I said with faux putting to get my pint across. “Trust me, being a werewolf is nothing great.” Leah said softly. “I figure it wouldn’t be.” I spoke with a hint of sympathy. “Anyway, did you hear, that they are bringing back dementors on Hogwarts?” Isaiah asked. “What?” I asked meekly hoping I heard wrong, I was terrified of dementors, especially since I hadn’t managed to ever preform a patronus charm. “Yeah, it’s because of the son of Gellert Grindlewald has risen to power, some say he is as powerful as his father in his youth, maybe even more powerful, the next ‘he-who-must-not-be-named. They say he’s searching for the Elder Wand.” “Grindlewald had a son?” I asked skeptically. “I never heard of that.” “He never took care of his son, it was with a courtesan, pure accident, not that the accident hadn’t caused him to inherit his father’s evil, and the sense of abandonment doesn’t help. He may have even inherited his father’s secret of invisibility.” James said bitterly. “What’s his name? How old is he.” I asked. “that’s the thing, Grindlewald had been imprisoned for a long time, but his son is only twenty-seven at the most, and his name is Albus, although he goes by Grindlewald alone.” Leah said softly. “Wow,” I said, although I was more worried than in awe. “So… Why would he come to Hogwarts, other than to massacre a bunch of under-age wizards.” I said frightened. “supposedly Harry Potter hid the wand somewhere in Hogwarts.” James said solemnly as he stared out the window as the scenery passed and for the first time I realized the train had left the station, and suddenly I felt the pain return to my bladder and I jiggled my leg slightly. “I’m kind of getting tired of all the chosen one stuff. I mean I get he saved a lot of lives, but there has to be other heroes out there.” I muttered almost harshly. “I know what you mean, it’s been ages since Harry ‘saved the world’ but everyone still acts like it was just yesterday.” Isaiah stated. “He’s my Godfather.” James said bluntly and before I could continue he spoke again. “And even I get tired of hearing about it all, so does he.” He smirked as he saw the expression on my face. “James is a bit of a jerk sometimes.” Leah teased as he hit him in the arm playfully. “Don’t take him so seriously all the time.” “Thanks for the advice.” I laughed, as I noticed James eyes turned bright yellow. I realized his metamorphmagus ability gave him “mood eyes” Trolley, anything off the trolley?” A lady asked as she drove by with a cart of candy and such. “Licorice wands, and chocolate frogs.” I called and purchased them, “Every flavored beans.” Isaiah called. “drooble’s best blowing gum.” Leah called. “Fizzing whizzbees, cauldron cakes and four pumpkin juices.” James ordered. We all paid and received our magical sweets as she left. James handed us each a vial of pumpkin juice. I chewed on my licorice wand slowly, savoring its taste. I watched as Leah blue a large blue bubble that would stay floating in mid-air for the rest of the train ride, and James begin to levitate for a short time as he took a bite out of the large sherbet ball. I giggled and we all alguhed as we had our fun with our candies. “Gross.” Isaiah gagged as he spit out a jelly bean. “Vomit flavor.” He explained. “Volo.” James said flicking his silvery wand at the jelly bean, and it slowly dissolved away. “What’s your wand made of?” I asked surprised. I never saw one like that, it was made of metal and still looked like it was plucked from a tree branch. “wormwood,” he said. His eyes changed a shadowy color. “it’s the rarest object in the world, wormwood is indestructible, doesn’t need a core and all the spells it casts are untraceable. This wand honestly chooses its wizard, it appears on top of a wizard or witch while they sleep, and they are bound together forever, unfortunately it typically chooses a dark wizard, and a wand like this only appears every hundred years or so.” He said solemnly. “Oh.” I muttered dumbly. He nodded. Suddenly the train stopped and I felt the pumpkin juice begin to fill more of my bladder. I kept forgetting about me damn bladder! Hard to believe I could as it felt like it was stabbing my lower abdomen, I started douncing my legs up and down. “I’m going to the loo.” I muttered as I stood up and tried to open the door only to find it sealed shut. “The dementors are coming.” Leah realized. I sat down and started to bounce my legs wildly. I reached back and pulled my thong into a wedgie in an attempt to help hold back the flow of urine. I felt the flow rushing to burst through the urethra. I hated the desperation for once. “Does anyone know the patronus charm?” I asked. “I do.” Leah said as she drew her ebony wand. James drew his but remained silent, I felt Isaiah draw me closer and traded me seats, kindly keeping me further away from the door. I felt the dementors presence before I saw it. Everything became unbelievably cold, and frost covered the windows, I saw my breath billow before me as I shivered and my bladder panged once again. I squished myself against the wall as I saw Leah prepared to cast a spell. The not knowing was the worst part, as I felt my bladder start to weaken. A bit of urine quickly soaked my thong, and I fought the urge to keep peeing. As the dementors presumably got closer the compartment got colder still. Finally the frost on the window got so thick it was practically pure ice rather than glass. I felt urine dribble from my crotch ever so slowly, it trickled along my thighs and dripped onto the chair and the butt of my skirt, slowly dampening it, it was just barely moist. Then the dementor appeared. His head loomed just outside of the door and my fear peaked. I felt to emotions fill my soul, terror and deep, deep sorrow. I faced James but his eyes were pitch black and he looked woozy, I felt woozy as the door creaked open. I felt myself grow faint as my heart conflicted my weakness as it began to race in a panic and my bladder burst. Urine flooded into my thong and splattered around the seat, thoroughly soaking my mini-skirt and racing along my thighs for a small portion. My eyes went wide as the dementor floated in the compartment, causing more urine to burst out. The puddle filled the entire seat causing Isaiah to first jump forward, practically into the dementor before he fell back to the ground in fright. The urine just raced from my crotch as time seemed to stand still, the hot pee gushing into the bottom of my mini-skirt, a small stream trickling along my thighs before I saw leah leap to her feet. I shut my eyes and heard her scream the patronus charm. My eye lids went orange and I realized it had to work, after a moment everything became warm again and I opened my eyes to the group. Fear was replaced with mortification and tears brimmed among my eyes. I charged out of the compartment, urine dripping from my skirt as I ran to the loo. I stepped inside and locked the door as I sat on the toilet. I began to sob loudly for what seemed like forever. My nose began to run and my throat hurt. Finally I heard Leah’s voice say “Alohomora.” Before the door opened and she approached me. “Come on,” She offered her hand out. “James cleaned the seat, so let’s go back, it’s alright, you were scared.” She said kindly and I followed her still sniffing as my breathing was loud and shaky. She led me to the compartment that still stank of ammonia where James stood with his wand out. “turn around.” Leah instructed. I turned around obediently as I wiped tears from my eyes. “Sicitas.” James uttered, and I felt the urine dry from my clothing. “Thank you.” I sobbed softly as I leaned against the window and just fell asleep.

Usually before bed, I go to the washroom so I don't wake up with an accident on my sheets. But lately, I've been playing around with this guy and he asked me to drink lots of water and not worry about a thing. I promised I would take pictures if I had an accident, but this time it was a little different. I woke up really needing to go pee, and I felt my bum was a little wet so I guessed I had an accident and my bladder was just playing tricks on me. I started recording my body on my phone to take screenshots of it later. I lifted my sheets and felt like something was tickling me, I was so tired I didn't realize I woke up because I was peeing my bed! I shot the video from my crotch and you can see me pee through my leggings. It felt so nice and comfortable that I fell asleep after taking the video and a couple quick pictures. So yes, I slept on wet sheets and wet leggings for a couple more hours. For some reason, my phone records mp4 files and it turns them into audio files for some users. If you get VLC or MPC-HC they should play really well Babe's A Bed Wetter.mp4

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. :-)