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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.

I decided not to pee before my 2 hour drive to the dorm, and I may live to regret that. I already had to go when I left but thought I would have some fun. I did, but there was a cost.

How long do you stay wet? Or when do you decide to finally change after wetting? For myself I don't mind being in slightly wet pants/ underwear. But once I pee I like to go ahead and change.

Hello everyone ! Here is a new video. This time I spent all day playing some video games and recording music stuff due to the containment. I drank a lot of water during the afternoon and had two beers in the evening (of course without taking the time to relieve myself at any moment) . After many hours of holding, my bladder just could not take it anymore. I just had the time to jump in the shower, set up my camera and click on record before flooding my shorts with a lot of pee (the stream felt like it was never going to end) . Now I was just standing in my wet shorts feeling messy and with a puddle of pee in my sneakers. I had no choice but to take a fully clothed shower to clean off all of this mess... Here is the link to the full video https://pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e9b3f0e3d96f Enjoy My twitter for random Omorashi stuff : https://twitter.com/WetMyDreams

Anybody know of a good YT downloader for Android?

View File Girls first time wetting and showering in clothes Girls first time wetting and showering in clothes Submitter Reeve Submitted 04/18/2020 Category Female  

Hello everyone, Here is another video filmed about 2 month ago but I did not have the time to edit it before. It was a rainy period and I thought to myself that it could be the opportunity to film my first wet experience in a public space. Late in that night I took my car and got to a place where people usually walk or jog during the day, everything was drenched and the sound of the flooded river near by did not help as my bladder was already full. I went for a walk to make sure the place was clear and when I reached the river it was to late, I could not help but to let it go in my jeans and Timberland boots. After that I had no choice but to wash myself a bit in the freezing cold river before heading back to my car. When going home reality hit me : "I live in a flat and I do not have a spare change of clothes". I had to walk from my car to the public parts of my residence completely wet, hopping to not meet anyone before reaching my door. I was so scared that just after crossing my entrance, a second wave of pee flooded my jeans again. After so much stress, I decided to relax in a warm bath, not even bothering to take my clothes off... I'm not able to post the full file here because it's just too heavy for the website, even in the download section (4k is 4k...) But you can watch the full 14 min video here : https://pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e8dbae0f381a Enjoy ! My Twitter : https://twitter.com/WetMyDreams

Let your imagination run wild with these pictures. Enjoy!

Hi everyone, just wanted to say were doing fine and enjoying more quality time together as the UK is currently in lockdown. Tonight, Alice didn't feel like going to the toilet at all, so she just drank a lot of tea and wanted to just wet the bed again and again in her little pyjamas! She is so cute sometimes! She absolutely loves wetting the bed whenever we chill out and watch tv and we've been able to do this quite a bit since being in isolation! Certainly is a nice way to feel better when all this worry is going on in the world. Sometimes she will just wait until I'm not expecting it and will just totally flood her pants and let it soak under both of us, and other times she likes to tease and just let a little out at a time. Sometimes she will hold it until she cant any longer and then climb on me and make me warm while she hugs me tight I certainly cant complain when I get to watch and feel that spreading wetness and warmth up close and personal, and it's really cute watching her chill out in her soaked shorts letting go again so carelessly when she needs to pee again like 3 or 4 more times! To me it's just a very intimate, and incredibly sexy way for us to bond and be happy. Just wanted to say hi and let everyone know she is still doing well and being her usual wet and adorable kinky little self! We are currently working on a bedwetting compilation of her wetting the bed many times, and rewetting, in different positions and pyjamas and panties etc to document some of her her wet nights and our way of coping with isolation She really loves it and it's a big sense of freedom for her to just be a lazy, wet girl and not bother using the toilet to pee all night long! She really likes the warmth and the way wet panties or pyjamas feel. We will make some more outdoor videos once things have calmed down in the world we hope! Heres a few pics of her after she flooded her cute pyjamas several times! Hope you enjoy

Hello everybody! It´s nice to finally be able to share another story with you guys. For the past few weeks I have been busy with so many things and since most of us are isolated already at home I was thinking of telling you guys another embarrassing and funny story of mine. Some of you guys maybe know that I sometimes like to crossdress while wetting and well....it was always a big goal of mine to try to convince some of my male friends to just wear some high heels or boots (without having to wet themselves). Just to make things clear, my entire life I´m focused on keeping my wetting and crossdressing desire a secret and in normal circumstances I would have never done what I have done that night but what can I say.... I was drunk! It all began when 4 of my best buddies visited me at my parents house. My parents lived overseas and my sister owns her own apartment, so I live alone at the house. I live in a small town and it was during a week day so nothing was going on. Of course that did not stop my buddies and I to have fun with drinking some vodka/whiskey and beer while listening to music. After many glasses of vodka-redbulls and a couple bottles of beer I was super drunk. Suddenly one of my friends started to dare one of my other friends to run full commando down the street. The dares became more and more crazier and of course I wanted to take advantage of my drunk friends... Then it was my turn with daring , I dared all of my friends to put on some of my sisters high booties and over knee boots that she left in her shoe rack. Trust me my sister has so many shoes she would even notice some pairs missing...of course the next day I made sure that all the shoes were back at their place. When I finished saying my dare my friends stared at me for a couple of seconds and in my mind I was bursting of embarrassment and shame for saying something like that. BUT...they all started laughing and did not even hesitate to put on a pair. We were all laughing and after a few minutes we started dancing while wearing them. It was hilarious and a great night indeed! Everything was going out of hand and we all continued drinking, laughing and dancing...haha (just writing this down is making my wanna laugh super hard). I was very happy that I pulled that dare and knowing my friends would not judge me wearing high heel boots because they are doing the same thing. xD We all were having such a great time that we totally forgot that we were in the middle of doing dares until one of my friends started to scream: "I´m daring all of us to go outside and take a walk in the high heels/boots." We did not even think of it twice and just left the house and went to the nearest park...about 300 meters away. You can imagine how 5 guys tried walking in heels...it was super hilarious and I have never thought that the night was going to turn out like that. When we arrived at park we just sat there and some of my friends were screaming that their feet were hurting and only a friend and I kept them on since we had no other shoes to walk around with and I secretly wanted to wear them for the rest of the night. I don´t remember all the details but I think we stayed at the park for about 15 minutes until we started walking back to the house...at that point I was getting desperate to use the bathroom. I was wearing some black jeans and black ankle high booties. You guys have no idea how hard it was for me to try to resist in this current situation to fully burst out with pee and let it all run down my legs while wearing the booties. I tried to control my pressure and to make it until the toilet. We arrived at the house and I walked in a very fast paste to the bathroom. I remember my head spinning around and me just trying to concentrate on not vomiting onto the floor. I opened my pants zipper and the pee just bursted out of me uncontrollably. Don´t worry my aim was on point and nothing went to the side. I peed for about 30 seconds and when I thought I was done I just put my manly-hood back into my pants. I tightened my belt and at that moment I felt a slight stream of pee coming out of me.... "Holy shit!" I though to myself. I just peed myself a little. There was nothing flowing down my legs but I felt how my undies were soaked and everything was nice and warm. I was just standing in the bathroom for a couple of seconds just enjoying the moment and realizing that this was an accident and not on purpose. It felt great! This night was great! After that I just washed myself up and changed into some other pair of black jeans. I think my friends did not even notice anything and I went back to my life like nothing even happened. Hope you guys enjoyed the story and did not suffer with my terrible English. ~ Atrix

I know that this is not directly related wetting or omorashi, but I hope that you’re okay with me posting it anyway… This happened almost 10 years ago when I was 15 or 16 years old. It was during a bus ride Legoland (Billund) with the whole class. It was in the middle of the summer and the whether was amazing is I was just wearing a long but loose summer dress over a normal set of underwear. During the bus ride, I was sharing a set with one of my good friends while we were listened to music and enjoying the snacks and drinks we had brought along for the ride. However, at some point during the ride, I was about the take a sip of coca cola bottle when I accidentally dropped the bottle into my lab. I quickly picked up the bottle but a large amount out its content had already spilled out into my lab and was quickly soaking through the thin cotton dress and further into my tight cotton panties. My crotch was completely soaked in coke and I was sooo annoyed with myself! Fortunately, the dress that I had chosen was dark/black and the wetness was barely visible, but I still had the spent the rest of the ride, on a wet seat wet completely soaked panties! As we arrived at Legoland and stepped out into the sun, the wetness on my dress and panties, dried fairly quickly, BUT as the coke dried the sugar content turned into a thick and stick sirup, turning my once wet panties into sticky nightmare! Being stuck a long way from home, I had to spent the entire day running around Legoland with uncomfortably sticky panties, constantly clinging to my private areas…

I can finally just sit down and write about something I saw almost two weeks ago. I take the bus to my college, and across the street from the bus stop I wait at is a gas station. So I'm just sitting there at the middle of the day, waiting, mindlessly tapping through twitter when I decided to look up from my phone and catch sight of a surprise. There, at the gas station's parking lot, in broad daylight and no cover in front of a fairly busy street, was an apparently half-naked woman from the waist down. She then turned to the side a bit and I could see that she was actually wearing underwear, as her width made it hard to tell at first glance. Between her and her car she was standing next to, was a pair of discarded jeans. She pulled some green shorts out of her car and put them on, which were loose enough for her to pull her blue panties down and take them off through them. She then pulled the matching green top out and put it on over her shirt, and then picked up her jeans. Even from my distance, I could make out that they were clearly discolored. She put the jeans and panties into the back seat, and then got into the front passenger seat and took off with whoever was driving. Either this woman had a pretty bad spill mishap or, more likely, she had wet her pants in the car.

this slut pee on me in her jeans without warning.mp4

Has anyone ever been naughty as to push down on someone's bladder while they were either drunk or asleep so as to make them wet themselves? What was the results.

These pants were way too small, i was never going to wear them again, so.... vido.mp4

I tried to make it to the toilet on time. Honestly, I definitely tried! https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5e6f748f38ac0

Just a quick thing ^^ uwu.mp4

I drank 2 cans of Pepsi and an energy drink, and slowly got kind of desperate. I was feeling nice and tight, about at a 7 or so. I was wearing a pull-up so I could have leaked a but if I wanted to. I didn't, and held on for a while. I wanted to get tummy tingling, throbbing desperate, so I drank about 20 oz or so more. Then it was bedtime. I got into my pajamas, black leggings and a black tank top, and crawled into bed just in time to get squirmy. It was then that I decided to leak some. Lying in bed. That's what makes me feel hot and naughty. Little tickling spurts running down across my bottom. The warm and wet patch slowly growing warmer and wetter. The little soggy bulge growing bigger and bigger against my body. Soon I was even more desperate and dribbling more because it felt so good. I kept pressing my legs together, pushing my hands against the front of my squishy pull-up, moaning and whimpering in anticipation, in delight. I had to keep squeezing my muscles so I wouldn't gush out. It was getting harder to hold back the steady little flow, so I keep squeezing harder and harder. Being desperate, being in bed while desperate, feeling my tummy go crazy with all the sensations, wetting my pull-up in bed... All of it was making me so sexually aroused, and squeezing my muscles only made me even nearer to climaxing. It was getting closer and closer. I was squeezing harder and harder. My piss was coming out faster and faster. Soon I couldn't control it any longer. The dam burst and my muscles twitched and throbbed. I was uncontrollably pissing and coming at the same time. The moaning turned to sounds of pleasure and relief. Being in bed with an overflowing bladder and overflowing pull-up only made it so much hotter and naughtier. My leggings quickly got wet as my piss spilled out the top and sides of my pull-up. It felt so good to have a wet, hands free orgasm, that I almost forgot to try and stop peeing. My tummy was still twitching as I headed for the bathroom to change into a dry pull-up. I didn't want to lose any more pee. I still had a lot left. I stood there in the bathroom in front of the toilet, soggy pull-up, wet bottoms, doing the potty dance and trying to hold it. I almost wet myself some more, as I started taking down my tight leggings. There were a few spattering sounds as dribbles of pee hit the tile. A few little streamlets ran down my legs. I was holding on so tightly, but more escaped. In a matter of a few seconds of struggling with trying to take down my pants the little dribbling became a full on hissing rushing pee, drowning my socks and making a splashing puddle on the bathroom floor. I gave in and sat on the toilet so the puddle wouldn't become a huge lake. I managed to stop the flow and continued to sit there while mopping up my pissy mess with the rest of the toilet paper left on the roll. After cleaning myself up I put on my dry pull-up and wet leggings, threw my poor soaked socks in the laundry basket and laid back in bed. I still had to pee, but it was a nice tingly 6. I could have tried to sleep while being somewhat desperate, but I know it feels too good. I'll eventually have to wet this new pull-up and go to sleep empty and satisfied.

I'm very excited to share with you guys my last wetting experience ... it was definitely very wet. I normally try to do at least one massive jeans wetting per week. Sooo when the desperation began, and I was deciding on what to wear while wetting... I decided, to make it more exciting, to let the discord chat choose for me. After long discussion and arguments, the chat finally came to a conclusion to choose my tight blue jeans with my over knee-high boots. I was very skeptical over the high boots because they are always very difficult to clean up afterwards. BUT the chat spoke and I surrendered... Of course at that point I was already at stage 8-9 of my desperation-level and started slowly to let out a few drops that turned into small leaks. I was still in my room and don't like the idea of cleaning up my floor, so I had to make my way to the bathroom. I didn't want my neighbors (I live in an apartment) to hear the "sound effect" that high heels do when walking. So I slowly sneaked towards my bathroom door, trying not to slip on the pee that already dripped on the floor. I was super nervous because I always think that somebody could catch me while wearing female clothing and at the same time wetting myself... Ohh my, the humiliation and embarrassment - I could not even imagine that. When I finally arrived at my bathroom and closed the door, feeling secure and alone... I just couldn't hold it any longer. I tried to stop the leaking but was forced under submission of the pressure in my bladder. I loved the warm pee flowing down my tight jeans and going into my high boots...wetting while wearing boots is definitely a different feeling and I can just recommend it. I just stood there letting all the golden liquids stream out of my body.... After like 2 minutes - I finished and looked at myself through my mirror and felt a warm puddle of pee in my boots. I couldn't resist myself and just had to lift my foot up and down, squeezing the pee around my toes. I loved the complete feeling of the situation and was kinda sad that I already finished...BUT I decided to stay in my wet clothes and just walk back into my room and watched a series while consuming more fluids xD... I wanted to see if I would be able to pee myself again. I was sitting on a towel that I placed on my chair to avoid any damages to my furniture. After like 40 minutes and 600ml of water... I knew that I had to go again but the series was getting to exciting and I just wanted to finish the last 12 minutes of it. In my head I thought that my bladder wasn't full at all and I thought I could just wet myself on the towel because a few leaks could just get soaked up. Right?! Well that's what I thought... Suddenly... I felt a massive wave of pee going through my jeans and splattering on the floor. I was panicking of course and wanted to avoid the damage. I stood up and immediately noticed a big puddle underneath me...at that point I literary "threw in the towel" and lost all hope and just let out the last bit of it... Hope you liked my story, if you wanna hear more - follow my profile, support is much appreciated. Much love and don´t get caught peeing yourself ~ Atrix