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Hope you're all having lovely weekends! I'm excited to make my first forum contribution some incredible Alyssa Reece videos. In the first video Alyssa begins to leak in her body suit before giving up and completely letting go. In the second she begs you to let her pee in your car, and then gets out to show the damage and pees even more! In the third Alyssa receives a message supposedly with a picture of her friend who had an accident. She laughs but then has an accident of her own. I've seen some of her content on here before and just love her content, so I hope you all enjoy these! May update with more content in the future! xFree- 3 comments
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(CRASH FIXED) By the same developer as Ghost Castle Gunsweeper, Bounty Hunter 3 and School Girl Courage Test (all featuring peeing), this is a game about hunting down ghosts with guns, spells and a weak scientist trying to kick or punch the bad guys. It's a well animated game that has significantly more effort in its general gameplay and pee-related scenes than so many others with peeing/urination/wetting tags slapped on that I have tested out from various places. For sexual content and warnings, all women depicted are over 18 and believably so, there is optional scat (see gameplay), there are depictions of sexual assault if the protagonists are defeated or choose to surrender, there are also crafting mechanics heavily dependent on semen extraction from the male character and enemies. Zombies and ghosts I have seen thus far are not gory or especially horrific. The scientist is a 40 year old perverted man who makes frequent unwelcome advances on the women. To support the developer (T-ENTA-P), please see: https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/circle/profile/=/maker_id/RG01474.html Gameplay: Standard turn-based combat against ghosts and zombies. 2D CGs are animated in all scenes, including standing picture. The scientist collects semen and more normal ingredients to use scientific alchemy and make recovery items, enchanted bullets and other things. Because of a scientific drink used in the intro, all drinks are diuretics and all food are laxatives for the girls Pee or scat depends on food/drink intake and thus can be changed accordingly if for example poop is to be avoided. Characters and their wetting/toilet scenes are fully altered by current state of clothing. Clothing is limited initially, but states of undress are fully customisable and more clothing is unlocked later on. Wet clothes are visible after wetting scenes permanently until new clothing is obtained, even tracking individually wet or dry clothes! Recollection room allows replay of watched scenes. Although there is no bar or numerical representation shown to the player, the women taking food/drink gradually need to use the toilet even more until an eventual accident. Please note that desperation does not seem to increase during battle, possibly including item usage. Formation changes standing picture with 1st position determining shown character. Each character has different mannerisms and is animated differently in all scenes, including on the main map. Please note: Aki's 5-shot skill seems to cause a crash on older version.Free- 21 comments
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Hey guys, I noticed that we don't have a topic dedicated towards wetting pink clothing. So, I decided to kick off this topic by including an image of me wetting my pink panties. Everyone should feel free to join in with their wet pink clothing :)
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View File Wetting Two Pairs of Jeans I wanted to see what would happen if I put on two pairs of jeans and wet them. The results were not quite what I hoped for, because I started wetting the second I put the camera on, and then faced the wrong way. But I'm not doing laundry for nothing so here's a short video. Includes aftermath photos. I might revisit this concept in the future, as I learnt what *not* to do. Submitter redshirt Submitted 04/11/2019 Category Peeing
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Clara watched the door to the outside world close. The Doctor had just left, in a hurry, on some sort of mission of his own. He clearly hadn’t wanted her with him. She sighed, standing, hands on hips, glaring at the door. Briefly she considered waiting a few minutes and then following him from a distance. She decided against it. He must have had his own reasons for going out on his own. Whatever those reasons might have been. She waited there for a few moments, then decided she might as well make good use of her time. She made herself a mug of tea, then settled down on a comfortable leather sofa with a book. After a while, she realised that her concentration was being interrupted by her body suggesting that she should go for a pee. She had been ignoring it, but now perhaps the moment had come. At least she wouldn’t be disturbed while on the toilet on this occasion. She put her book down. She swung her feet on to the floor, and stood up. The nearest toilet was not normally her first choice. The en-suite was a short walk away. The ‘operational facilities’, as the Doctor called them were right next to the control room. But they consisted of just an alcove – no door – with a urinal and a continental-style squat pan. The Doctor insisted that they were useful for acclimatising to visiting places with primitive toilets or none. At first, Clara had been annoyed how the Doctor would often follow her there and continue their conversation from the door, but now she was used to it. She now took it for granted that he might watch her pee and it didn’t bother her. After all, she so often had to relieve herself in improvised ways in his company that there was no point being prudish about it. However, it was quite nice for a girl to have a bit of privacy occasionally, particularly when weeing. First step, knickers off. Hands up under her short skirt, a tug and a wriggle and her lacy black panties were sliding down past her knees. She stepped out of them and put them on the side of the sink. Feet on the two little islands on the pan, flick up the short dress and squat. Lean forward to point yourself down at the hole and, relax. Thank goodness for crotchless tights; another essential piece of equipment for an adventurous girl. She had so often been glad of them when she’d had to pee alfresco, sometimes weeing through her knickers when there had been no better alternative. Conventional tights would have been inconvenient to remove, and messy to pee through. Her pee thundered, on target, straight down the drain and into the water. Clara looked down, watching herself as she emptied and making sure her aim was true. She felt a sense of satisfaction that the stream was flowing freely. Sometimes a sideways dribble would wet her bum or thighs and that was just annoying. Her stream weakened as her comfort increased. As it dribbled to nothing she squeezed a couple of final squirts out. She reached for the paper, wiped herself dry (front to back; Clara was an educated and careful young woman) and pulled up her knickers as she stood up. After a few adjustments to underwear and dress she was done. She washed and dried her hands and returned to the control room. There was still no sign of the Doctor. Clara checked the time. No hurry. She made herself a large pot of tea and settled down with a book. She woke up. Nearly three hours had passed. She checked the teapot; it was empty and cool. She must have drunk the whole lot before she dozed off. Still no sign of the Doctor. She called out for him. Silence. She rose to her feet, yawned and stretched. She looked around, and decided she would step outside and see for herself where they were. She got to the door, and realised she badly needed to pee. She paused, thought for a moment and decided not to relieve herself before stepping outside. She was not going far. Perhaps she might find a toilet. And if not, well, if she had to squat in the grass, or behind a bush, it would hardly be the first time. She had tissues and hand sanitiser with her. She opened the door and looked out. She was looking across an empty courtyard. No sign of life, just large, shabby brick buildings. They looked derelict. Now she cast her eyes around them, some of the windows were broken. A few hung open. All the buildings were dark inside. She closed the door behind her and walked across the courtyard. A door was open, inviting her in to explore. She looked around. All was still, all was silent. She felt nervous, tense, and realised she really had to pee. She wondered whether to go back, but her curiosity overcame her. Anyway, she thought, there is probably a toilet somewhere in this building. And, if it really is abandoned, nobody will care if I pee under the stairs or in an empty room. She suddenly realised she had put her hand between her thighs and her fingers were squeezing her coochie through her dress. She stepped inside. She shivered. ‘I’m nervous’, she thought, pulling her jacket around her. She wasn’t really cold. Her dress was short, reaching only half-way to her knees, but her black tights were keeping her legs warm. There was a long corridor ahead of her. It was gloomy, with no artificial light. She saw a light switch on the wall and flicked it. No power. As her eyes adjusted, she saw closed doors at infrequent intervals. She tried the first two. Both were locked. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together. She looked down at the dusty wooden floor and imagined the messy puddle she would make if she relieved herself there. No, it was too close to the front door. Wondering what the building had been used for, and why it might now be empty, she walked down the corridor, going slowly, to keep the noise down. All she could hear was the sound of her own breathing. All the doors were shut. She tried a few more, but they too were locked. She reached a staircase, but it opened directly on the corridor. A locked door – probably to a store cupboard – was next to it. She wondered whether to go up to the turning point. She imagined herself squatting, skirt up, tights and knickers down, bum and thighs exposed, and pissing on the floor just there. It was tempting. But then she thought about the noise she would make, splashing down the stairs, and how visible her growing puddle would be at the bottom. She wasn’t sure yet that the building was empty, and that would be a bad way to meet an unfriendly resident. Gosh, she was desperate. She only just stopped herself from trickling some dampness from her yoni. She continued down the corridor, thinking that her first priority now was to find somewhere to wee, while she could still hold it in. She worried that she might accidentally lose control and piss in her knickers if she left it much longer. Ahead she saw another corridor off to the right and, to her left, a wide recess to a wide doorway. ‘Thank heavens,’ she thought, ‘as long as the doors are locked, I can pee there, with my back to them, and keep a watch down the corridors. If I’m disturbed, I’ve a choice of escape routes’. The doors were locked. She checked. She turned, pulling up her dress to her waist. Hooking her thumbs over the top of her black tights, ready quickly to pull them down with her knickers, she peered right and left, checking the corridors were still dark and empty. They were. She had just tugged down her underwear to bare her punani when she heard a familiar voice call her name. ‘Doctor?’ she shouted back, struggling to pull up her tights and straighten her dress. She barely managed to stop herself peeing. She had been just about to use the floor of the doorway as her personal toilet. She was sure she had leaked a little squirt, wet her knickers and, looking down, saw a few dark, damp spots on the dusty wooden floor. ‘Clara!’ she heard again, ‘Over here!’ It came from her left, further down the corridor and deeper into the darkness. She hurried off. ‘I’m coming!’, she shouted. ‘You’ve got to see this!’ came the reply. ‘Where are you?’ she called, as she got to an intersection of corridors. ‘Over here’ she heard, from the left turning. She ran towards the Doctor’s voice. She stopped. The corridor had ended in a wide doorway. The double doors were open. Beyond was a large, gloomy room, the size of a college sports hall. It was empty. ‘Doctor?’ she said, in a normal tone. Silence. She felt her muscles tense. She was alone. ‘Doctor?’ she said again. No reply. She walked through the doors. The room opened up either side of her. She looked around, saw nothing. Cautiously, she tiptoed across towards the far stage. ‘Doctor?’ she said, quietly. With a slam, the doors behind shut suddenly. There was a sound of a powered machine driving itself down the corridor, getting louder and nearer. ‘Doctor!’ she yelled. With a bang, the doors burst open. The lights were now on in the corridor behind, dazzling her, but she saw a fearsome domed shape silhouetted in the entrance. ‘EXTERMINATE!’ came the harsh, loud, metallic command. Time seemed to freeze for Clara. She realised there was no escape for her. She was standing in the middle of a large, empty room, with a killing machine blocking the only exit. Her legs felt weak. Her stomach muscles tightened up. She felt her bladder contract and she just had to piss as hard as she possibly could. She could not resist the urge to pee. Clara answered the call of nature where she stood. She felt she ought to run, but didn’t know where she could run to. She thought she’d be shot down as soon as she moved. She heard a loud splattering noise and realised it was the sound she was making by pissing on the floor. Something nagged at the back of her mind. The order had been ‘URINATE!’, not ‘EXTERMINATE’. She could hear another sound. It was the Doctor’s laughter. He also appeared in the doorway. ‘Your face!’, he exclaimed. ‘You thought this thing was real!’ And he laughed again. Clara realised it was another of his elaborate practical jokes. It wasn’t funny. She was furious. He’d terrified her. And made her wet herself. She suddenly realised that she was still urinating, standing in front of him, wetting her knickers. She could feel the hot liquid buzzing out from her lips, swirling inside her underwear , snaking down the back of her legs. Her tights were wet and her boots full of warm piss. She looked down at the stream splashing on the ground between her feet, the splash marks sprayed over the floor in front of her and behind (she realised that her legs and feet were getting splashed too). She wasn’t just draining her bladder, she was so stressed that she was physically pissing as forcefully as she could. She tried to stop weeing but couldn’t. She still needed to go so badly that she had no choice but to go to the toilet where she stood. She looked up and saw the Doctor staring at her, his pretty young assistant, wetting her knickers right in front of him. She still couldn’t regain control. Although she didn’t want to, she had to piss more through her panties. She parted her thighs and bent her knees, so less ran down her legs. The splattering sound got louder. She kept peeing, looking at the Doctor staring at her. After a while she tried again to stop, and found that she could make the flow stop. The stream from between her legs faded and then became a line of slowing drips. It took a long time for her to forgive the Doctor. Particularly when he showed the fake gun he had made. It had allowed him to control her bladder. He demonstrated that as they walked back together, when he pointed it at her, pulled the trigger, and made her pee in her knickers again immediately he did so.
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I didn't even get past 48 hours and it was this amazing diaper flood which made me surrender! I wasn't actually entirely committed to not nut November anyway really, however I have heard that people intentionally watch porn during the event to make fighting the urge to masturbate more difficult and I personally believe this makes a lot of sense because it makes it more of a challenge. So which video, picture, ecchi or manga made you give up the fight? Please share the video link or image in the comments! (As long as they comply with the site rules of course!)
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Hello. My Name is Dennis, and this is my first post here and I wanted to share what happened to me this morning at work. This a completely real story and I wanted to post it while I could remember all of the little details. I decided to attach pictures of what I was wearing because I appreciate it when other people put outfit pictures in their posts. It paints a better picture than any amount of text ever could. A little bit more background information about me is I'm 24 years old, just graduated college and started an awesome engineering job in a new state. I'd like to describe myself as attractive, and have an unintentionally flirty personally (as my girlfriend would say). As far as Omorashi stuff goes I enjoy playing the role of being a well dressed man with an achingly full bladder not being able to sit still and knowing that women are enjoying what they're seeing. The embarrassment really gets me going, and even typing this out is making me blush like crazy. Pink and blue plaid shirt with light grey dress pants. The underwear that I was wearing. This is my favorite style and the cut is known as "hip briefs". Much more flattering that basic briefs in my opinion! Moments after this story happened I texted it to my girlfriend. I've decided to keep the story in it's raw "text messenger" form; However when I was texting it to her she interrupted and replied back several times before I could finish the story; I've decided to leave her comments in. Please keep in mind that I am an engineer, and not a writer! Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dennis: I just completely unintentionally peed on/in my pants a little bit... Lacey: Can you tell? Dennis: So we had a quick little meeting and right after I felt the need to go to the bathroom. I worked at my computer for about 10 minutes but it very quickly became an emergency. I drank a new lemon flavored tea this morning and something about it made me have to go really quickly. I noticed that my knee was bounding up and down and decided it was time to get up and go. It felt like my bladder filled up in seconds. I walked to the bathroom and to my horror the cleaning lady was in there! I went back to my desk to wait a little bit and had to cross my legs really tightly under desk hoping that my coworker wouldn't notice that my legs were pretzeled together and bounding up and down. I was officially potty dancing in my chair at work. I kept looking at the clock begging the time to go by sooner but the minutes dragged on. After 10 minutes I couldn't wait anymore. I went back to the bathroom to go check if the cleaning lady was done yet. When I walked up to the bathroom my heart sank when I saw that the cleaning lady was still in the men's room and there was another well dressed woman standing outside talking to her. The well dressed woman could probably tell how desperate I was because she looked at me and said "I think some people need to use the restroom!" to the cleaning lady. When she said that I was too embarrassed to say anything. I froze up. My brain screamed "ask if you could use the women's room!!!" but I felt so awkward I pretended that I wasn't about to wet myself and walked right past them down the hallway and out the door of the office. I decided to go to my car and try to find a bottle to pee in because I didn't have any other option at that point. Lacey: Uh oh! And you're wearing light pants too? That's so risky Dennis: When I got to my car I desperately looked for a empty water bottle. The entire time I was shaking my butt in the car seat, rapidly opening and closing my legs, bouncing up and down, and doing anything I could trying to not wet my pants. I finally found a water bottle and quickly took out my penis and pressed it against the tiny mouth opening. I couldn't believe I was doing this in the parking lot at work. "why do they make the mouth openings so small now? This is hard to pee in even for men." I thought. I tried to pee but the angles were all off and the pee wouldn't come out because my penis was bent in such a way I guess it was kinked like a garden hose. I tried and tried but only a few quick jets of pee would come out. I finally gave up but could still feel pee in the tube of my urethra, so I to very carefully tried to put the bottle down and put my penis back into my pants. Just as I moved the bottle out of the way another jet shot out and sprayed my leather seat between my legs. Lacey: That sounds so embarrassing! Hope nobody saw you peeing in a bottle 😳 Dennis: Within a millisecond I lifted my butt up to avoid the pee rolling back and soaking the seat of my pants. Another dribble of pee came out and shot straight up in the air and a few drops came back down and landed on the crotch of my grey pants leaving a wet patch. I very quickly shoved my penis back in my pants, only buckling my belt without zipping up, and start speed walking towards the wood. I was praying nobody would be walking on the trails back there. I speed shuffled deeper in the woods to get out of sight of the office building while grabbing at my belt begging to finally let go. Off in the distant I see two women on the trail walking my direction. I figured that if I pee fast enough I'll have just enough time to not get caught by them and see my embarrassing situation. Without having time to think about how embarrassed I would be if someone saw me peeing anywhere a toilet, I whip out my penis and see that I have already been dribbling because drops were now hitting the pine straw and leaves as soon at I get myself out of my pants. With my back turns toward the walkers on the trail I peed forcefully and surprised myself with how much pressure the stream was hitting the ground right between my feet and making the most satisfying puddling and tricking sound ever. I felt like I let a gallon of pee out. I noticed how it was mostly clear and had a slightly yellow tint to it. As soon as I got done I zipped up and walked back towards the office like nothing happened. I hoped my face wasn't too red when I walked back inside. After sitting at my for a few minutes I noticed that my briefs were damp. I must have been dribbling during my dash from the car to the woods.... Lacey: Did anybody know you peed your pants? were you all flustered and red? Dennis: I don't think so. My pants were mostly dry by the time I got back to the office. And yeah I my face felt hot walking back inside. I need to throw my pants in the laundry when I get home and I have to sit in wet underwear for the rest of the day. 😥 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let me know if you want to hear more of my stories! I have a few about driving home from work in the car (my favorite omorashi scenario). Feel free to ask me anything!
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Scene 1 - Two boys are running around the house playing with squirt guns and end up getting the girl who was reading at the table all wet. A little mad she storms away up stairs only to come back in a bikini to play along. When the boys realize there squirt guns are empty one of them leaves to refill while the other askes the girl if she would fill his gun up with her pee as a prank to spray on the other guy when he gets back. Scene 2 - This one is a POV (point of view) where you are the patient and a nurse comes in and starts flirting with you and later starts masturbating in front of you until she pees. Uncut version - Has everything above plus all the sex parts Screenshots are in order of the files EnjoyFree-
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