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View File Soaking Briefs Aftermath of soaking my Nike Tracksuit in the park, the final part - briefs get really wet Submitter mm0976 Submitted 05/29/2023 Category Male  

Hi, its been a while. So, my bladder has been feeling kinda tired all day. Last night, I did a minor holding session, so that's probably why. After a long day, I felt up to doing another hold. So, I've been drinking water and tea for the past three hours to build up a flow. I did pee a little (in the proper place) before this, but now my bladder is super tired. Normally, when I do a hold, I like to have something to do. So, I was originally going to make a video of me cleaning my room desperate. But I rewatched it and hated it and deleted it. It was really embarrassing, my room is too messy to show, and you really couldn't see anything. Anyway, As soon as I started recording I tried to drink a little water. Right when I swallowed, I had an urge of desperation. My knees buckled as I grasped my crotch. A small bit leaked out. I continued cleaning my room. Surprisingly, I was good for about 10 minutes. Slowly, I started feeling increasingly more desperate. I shifted my weight from one leg to another. After, what felt like an eternity of squirming, another wave of desperation hit me. My hands instinctively covered my mouth and I closed my eyes, trying to get my bearings. I tried to recover, but the damage was done. A slow stream ran out from under my skirt onto my pink socks. (Sidenote, the outfit was really cute in my head, but looking at it on camera; I didn't care for it.) My socks became more and more wet, with a cute small puddle forming underneath me. I rolled my skirt up a little to prevent it getting wet and I think I was successful! By the end my socks and panties were soaked; so I slipped them off while trying not to get my skirt dirty.

View File EE-697 Desperate women wetting themselves Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 05/18/2023 Category JAV Collections  

View File Can't Hold It Anymore Desperate women wetting themselves. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 05/15/2023 Category JAV Collections  

IMG_1302 copy copy copy 2.mov It’s currently finals week and I needed to relieve some stress and what better way to do that by drinking a gallon of water and peeing yourself three hours later 🤤 it’s not a long video because I don’t know how to completely empty my bladder all at once IMG_1302 copy copy copy 2.mov even though this video is marked transgender mtf there is no penis or penis bulge being shown, so if you’re turned off by that dw, I just still have a remarkably flat chest 😵‍💫 Im usually lurking and this is the first time I’ve recorded something like this so please don’t be mean 🥲 but if this gets enough positive reception I’ll upload some other parts

View File The Port-O-Potty Rock Desperate women enter a bathroom stall to pee. As soon as they shut the door the walls starts rocking back and fourth causing them to not be able to remove their panties and wet themselves. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 05/08/2023 Category JAV Collections  

My partner is out of town tonight, so I have our bedroom and ensuite bathroom to myself, and I wanna have some fun. The idea is to hold until I wet myself in the bathtub. think of my list of clothing and tags up there as a sort of wish list, or pool of options to choose from. they're all things I like and would consent to happening. what I'd love is for y'all to tell me how the night should go. clothes, situations, kinks. how long to hold, when to wet, how to wet. I'd welcome company and participation.😉 I have about four hours. I can already feel a slight need but just enough to make me think of holding. I'm about to get up and cook dinner, and after I do that I'll be able to sequester in my room. I'm wearing a black cotton dress and grey cotton panties, and I'm finishing up a can of Coke. 😊

I've never posted any of them before, but I've actually written a bunch of short Omo stories, and one very, very long Omo story that has taken me years and that I hope to one day release. It's 12 chapters so far, probably 2/3rds done, with a detailed world and character development and all that, and it's very important to me. This is none of those stories. I wrote this in about 2 hours. I did not worry about character development or concern myself with writing a unique story. What happened is basically, after @KimAustad's request for hypnosis stories, I ended up writing a scenario for her, and then found that I had some lingering 'hypnosis on the brain' that I needed to unload. So, to try something different, I wrote this, proofread it once, and I'm posting it here before I can stop myself. This is chapter 1 of however many chapters i feel like writing about this character. Maybe it's the only one. Have fun. The boy leaned in close to the fire for emphasis, letting the flames cast what he imagined was an eerie light over his face. When he continued speaking, it was the same grandiose, conspiratorial murmur that he had been putting on for the last ten minutes. “You know, the government already has the cure for cancer, they just won’t share it because it doesn’t make enough money.” Claire rolled her eyes. Whatever opinions she might hold about the dubious morals of late stage capitalism, she hardly found it likely that the cure for cancer was languishing for lack of a monetary incentive. “You really think so?” asked her friend Amanda excitedly. Claire winced. Amanda was a lot less discerning than her, prone to believing almost whatever nonsense someone suggested to her, as long as they said it with conviction. “Absolutely,” the boy nodded fervently. “They figured this shit out in the 1950s, with sound wave therapy and that kind of thing. But if it won’t sell, they won’t let doctors prescribe it.” Sighing, Claire pulled out her phone, and started browsing idly through social media. She enjoyed going out to parties as much as the next person, but when it came to these tedious conspiracy theories, she couldn't help but get exasperated. How were people this stupid, even now, in the 21st century, when anyone with a brain could look things up on the internet and determine whether they had even a shred of real evidence to support them? Maybe it was narcissism, or maybe it was just true idiocy that allowed people to talk themselves into this garbage, and not stop to question why no one intelligent agreed with them. Claire had been raised to question things that have no evidence, like conspiracy theories, and religion, and believe in the things that did, like science and technology. She also believed in structured, empirical debate - the cornerstone of the career in law she dreamed of one day pursuing - and so had no patience for the free-form rambling of stoned college sophomores. “…And then, when doctors get too close to finding the truth, the government sends hypnotists to make them forget what they’ve learned!” Claire couldn’t take it. She had to say something. “Seriously? Hypnosis? Are you hearing yourself right now?” she asked incredulously. Some of the people around the fire chuckled. Apparently, hypnosis was a bridge too far for a number of them too. The conspiracy boy was unfazed. “Of course. Hypnosis is real. Haven’t you ever seen the videos?” Claire snorted. “I’ve seen videos of charlatans with eager volunteers who want hypnosis to be real, yea. Anyone will pretend they’re a bird if you get them up on a stage and pump them up a bit.” Her opponent was gearing up for a response, but before he could say anything, a new voice spoke up. “Well… That’s not real hypnosis, but hypnosis IS real...” A small, dark haired boy with gloomy eyes was sitting near the back of the circle, looking almost surprised to hear his own voice. Claire recognized him from some of her classes, but she didn't know his name. She turned to him instead. “What does real hypnosis look like then? Because I’ve never seen it.” The boy looked off to the side nervously, but he stuck to his story. “It’s complicated… I’m not going to tell… these people… but I could show you… if you want.” Even in the dark, Claire could definitely see him blushing. Was this just his fairly sad attempt to get her alone to talk to him? She supposed he was kind of cute, in a nerdy way, but not someone she had ever had any interest in talking to. His face was always buried in a laptop, and she doubted he had much experience talking to girls. “What’s so complicated about it?” she asked him bluntly. “Why can’t you just show everyone?” The people around the fire looked at him expectantly, and he looked at his feet uncomfortably. “It needs to be one on one… If there’s too many people, it won’t work,” he explained, quietly. Claire cringed. “I’m not going to go do ‘one on one’ hypnosis with you, sorry. You realize how creepy that sounds, right?” The boy stared at the ground, looking chastised. But just when it looked like that might be the end of it, Amanda piped up. “I could come with you!” she yelled excitedly. “Then it won’t be so awkward!” An enthusiastic smile was beaming from underneath her button nose. Claire just groaned. Unsurprisingly, Amanda didn’t seem to know the definition of ‘one on one.” Apparently, it wasn’t that important though, because the boy perked up. “Actually, that might work… You could at least come and witness it… I have to get my laptop out of the car though…” Claire couldn’t believe it. Was she really getting roped into this? She could see Amanda brimming with excitement, and knew she was stuck. Once Amanda got this worked up about something, she always made it happen. Sighing, Claire stood up from the circle. “I’m going inside then, I’ll meet you there.” And so, after a few minutes, Claire, Amanda, and the black haired boy found themselves holed up in a small, dark guest bedroom, barely large enough for the three of them, ready to experiment with “real hypnosis.” The boy, who’s name, it turned out, was Collin, fumbled with his laptop, while Claire sighed with boredom. The decor in the bedroom was tasteless and moldy, with blankets that had probably been passed down for several generations, and a forgotten portrait of some catholic saint or another adorning the peeling wallpaper. It would have been unbearably awkward if not for Amanda’s clueless exuberance. “This is so exciting! My cousin was hypnotized once. A magician had her come up on stage, and he swung a pendant and counted down from 10, and then she said she couldn’t remember. But apparently she danced a perfect salsa in front of everyone!” “Amanda,” groaned Claire, her head in her hands. “Even Collin already said that that’s not real hypnosis. Your cousin was just really into the magic show.” “But she didn’t know how to dance salsa, and then she did!” To Claire’s relief, Collin interrupted before this debate could really get going. “Ok… sorry it took so long, I had to log in to my VPN and get Tor set up… But it’s ready now.” Over his shoulder, Claire could see a forum page that looked straight out of 2006, almost illegibly formatted with dark text over dark backgrounds. An image of something vaguely spiral shaped was opened up in one corner. She was starting to get an idea of what was going on now. Collin must have gone down some deep web rabbit hole, and ended up convincing himself that THIS was the true hypnosis, and now he was going to try it on her. There was a brief silence. “So… Are you going to hypnotize me or what?” “What should be the goal for the hypnosis?” asked Collin. “I don’t know,” grumbled Claire, “can’t you just make me think I’m a cow or something? Get some good moos, and Amanda can take a cellphone video, and we can get on with our lives?” Collin shook his head. “No… no, it’s much harder to get people to actively DO things… with real hypnosis, it’s easier to get people NOT to do things, if that makes any sense.” Amanda was hanging on to every word, but Claire was nonplussed. “No, not really. Have you actually done this on anyone, anyway?” “Only my sister…” “And what did you make her do - er, not do?” Collin smirked. “I got her to stop being so mean to me. She doesn’t even remember being hypnotized. Basically, I just had her forget how much she hates me, and she stopped being such a bitch.” Unbelievable, thought Claire. Absolutely insane. Collin’s ‘proof’ that hypnosis works was that his sister was being nicer to him? She would have been nicer to her brother too, if she had one, and he was so desperate for attention that he was resorting to hypnosis. Still, she decided not to say anything, and just get this over with. Besides, Amanda had clearly not had the same reaction, because she was staring with rapt attention, eyes wide underneath her strawberry blonde curls, knees bouncing up and down like crazy. “Amanda. Amanda! Can you stop fidgeting like that, you’re shaking the bed.” “Sorry,” said Amanda. “You know me, I get excited and I can’t sit still!” “Well, control yourself. How am I supposed to be hypnotized if I’m experiencing a localized earthquake?” “Sorry,” said Amanda again. She crossed her legs tightly. Claire groaned. “Do we need to stop while you go pee?” Amanda blushed. “I can wait. You don’t need to ask me that all the time, you know.” “Oh please. I’ve known you your whole life, I know the signs.” Collin looked on with raised eyebrows, looking somewhat flabbergasted. Claire figured that this conversation was probably not what he imagined banter between college girls to center around, but Amanda was a special case. Claire supposed she should stop embarrassing her friend, but then again, it was Amanda’s idea to even be here, and when she thought about that her sympathy vanished. She turned to Collin. “She’s always been like this Collin, she gets distracted, and then she gets stubborn and then, well, I’ll let you guess what happens next.” Amanda looked at her furiously. “Shut up. It’s not my fault I have a small bladder.” Claire smirked. “You’re also 20. When are you planning to finish potty training, age 30?” “Shut UP!” “Ok,” Collin said nervously, “you two have some things to work out… but we’re supposed to be figuring out a prompt for hypnosis.” “Why don’t you hypnotize Amanda instead, and try to help her remember to go to the bathroom more often,” Claire said, with an evil grin. The whole thing was so stupid at this point, she couldn’t even pretend to take it seriously. “You heard what he said, he can’t make people do things they don’t know how to do.” Amanda interjected angrily. She turned to Collin. “I know, can you make it so that Claire always forgets to go to the bathroom when she has to pee? Then maybe she'll have some sympathy.” Claire burst out laughing, but Collin frowned. “I don’t think that’s a good idea… that could really be a problem for her…” “No, it’s perfect,” giggled Claire. “I bet even hypnotized I’d have better bladder control than Amanda.” Collin looked hesitant, but Amanda had fire in her eyes now. “Bet. Well, you heard her. Do it! Or are you scared it won’t work?” Even though his biggest supporter was now turning on him, Collin tried once more to inject a note of caution. “It’s a funny idea, but… I don’t want to do anything mean… if she starts having accidents, it will be a real problem, and I don’t want to be responsible for that.” “It’s not going to be a problem,” Claire snorted, “because hypnosis is fake. So go ahead, show me your spiral jpeg or whatever and let me out of this dusty room.” Whether it was because of Claire’s repeated disparaging of hypnosis, or Amanda’s badgering, Collin finally relented. “Alright, everyone calm down. We need to create a soothing, peaceful environment, or it won’t work. Claire, try to stop laughing, Amanda, try to stop fidgeting.” It seemed that now that it was finally time for the hypnosis, Collin was finding his confidence. He indicated to Claire that she should lie down in bed, and told Amanda to go stand in the corner. Once the girls had done as they were told, he placed the laptop down next to Claire’s face, with the spiral graphic blown up to fill the screen. “Ok. Make yourself comfortable. I want you to take deep breaths, long and slow, and keep doing it until you feel your heart rate dropping. In the meantime, work on emptying your mind. We are going to enter your subconscious, and rearrange it.” Claire did as she was told. Even though she didn’t believe in hypnosis, intellectual rigor demanded that she give it the fairest attempt possible. “Good, Claire, good.” Collin leaned over, and pressed something on the laptop. The spiral image, which had previously been stationary and kind of stupid looking, started to oscillate, waving and shimmering in and out. It didn’t even look much like a spiral anymore - the colors were changing too, and Claire couldn’t take her eyes off of it. Somewhere, she could hear Collin’s voice droning on, but she didn’t know what he was saying. After an unknown amount of time, he came back into focus, and the tone of his voice had changed. “You are staring down a long, dark hallway. There are doors all the way down, but we are not going to open them yet. When I say so, you can begin walking, one foot in front of the other. We are going to make our way deeper into the recesses of your mind. You don’t need to be afraid. Are you ready? Good. Let’s go.” The bedroom was gone. Amanda seemed to have disappeared. All that Claire could see was a long hallway in front of her, and there was nothing to do but begin to make her way down it. “You’re doing great Claire. We’re getting very deep now. Let’s open up the door on your right and take a look. Are you ready? Good.” Claire opened the door, and strode serenely inside. The room was infinite in size and complexity. Tall, black boxes with innumerable wires going in and out of them stretched beyond the horizon, with flashing lights occasionally blinking on their faces. She wandered over to one of them, inspecting it curiously. Then, without thinking, she grabbed one of the cables hanging down, and ripped it out. “Well done, Claire. That was very good. You’ve removed one of the connections between your brain, your bladder, and your higher reasoning skills. We’re going to be here a while, because there are a lot of these, and we need to find all of them. Do you think you can do that?” Claire nodded enthusiastically. “Very good Claire… Very good.” Claire’s body lay motionless on the stiff mattress for a long time, while the Claire inside her head wandered around, slowly deprogramming the inner workings of her mind. By the time she was done, and the bedroom started to come back into focus, Claire had no idea how much time had passed. Amanda was still standing in the corner, chewing on her fingernails, eyes as wide as dinner plates, and the spiral image on the laptop was just a spiral again. Claire blinked, trying to shake the cobwebs out of her eyes. A sliver of drool had wet the pillow beneath her, and she wiped her chin off quickly, embarrassed. No one seemed to know what to say. “Did it work?” asked Amanda, finally. Claire looked at Collin, who shrugged. “We won’t know if it worked right away. She needs to get a full night’s sleep and let her brain process the rewiring.” Amanda looked a little deflated, but Claire felt her confidence start to come back. It seemed that Collin knew how to run a good meditation, because she had really been out of it for a moment there. But now, when asked for real results, he was stalling for time. Claire, still feeling relaxed from the trance, decided not to be mean. “I guess we’ll just have to see,” she said patiently. “Thanks for trying, it was… different, if nothing else.” With nothing else to do, the trio exited the bedroom. Amanda made a beeline for the bathroom, while Claire waited outside. She didn’t really need to go herself, not like Amanda, who she figured would probably have peed her pants if the hypnosis kept going much longer. Instead, she grabbed a glass of water. She’d had a little vodka earlier, not much, but she didn’t want any kind of a hangover. The party was winding down, and once Amanda was done, the two of them started heading back to their dorm. “So did you get hypnotized?” asked Amanda eagerly, now that Collin was gone. “I don’t know,” said Claire, truthfully. “Probably not, because hypnosis is fake. But it was pretty relaxing.” “You were totally out of it,” said Amanda breathlessly. “Like, you were barely breathing even. You didn’t move like forever.” “I guess,” Claire admitted. “But that’s not hypnosis necessarily. I mean, I never said meditation wasn’t real.” “You don’t know if it was hypnosis or not,” Amanda chastised her. “Collin said we wouldn’t know until tomorrow.” “Right,” Claire laughed. “Well, I’m going to bed. I can at least get a good night’s sleep out of this while I’m still all hypnotized or whatever. Maybe Collin should try working with insomniacs, I’m exhausted.” “Wait, Claire,” Amanda stopped her, biting her lip, a look of concern on her face. “Yea?” “Do you think… maybe… should you get some diapers before class tomorrow? You know, in case the hypnosis worked.” Claire looked at her in disbelief. “Amanda. Seriously. Listen to yourself. I’m not going to need diapers. Where would I get diapers anyway? It’s the middle of the night.” “Oh.. yea… Well, you should set an alarm to remind yourself to go to the bathroom at least.” Claire opened her mouth to argue, then stopped. There was no helping some people. “Sure Amanda, good idea. I’ll do that.” She was definitely not going to do that. The two girls said goodnight, and Claire was asleep before she hit the pillow. The next morning was Monday, and Claire’s first class, The Physics of Sound, was bright and early at 8:30. It seemed that the effects of the hypnosis had lingered, because Claire’s good night’s sleep had been a little too good. By the time she woke up, she was running uncharacteristically late. Speeding around her dorm, she collected her books, threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, ran a comb through her straight brown hair and hopped on her bike. She figured she had just enough time to swing by the cafeteria for a cup of coffee, plus one to go. But she was not quite right about that, and by the time she walked into the lecture hall, class had already started. Her professor glared at her disapprovingly and she performed the walk of shame over to her seat. “Well, now that even the less punctual among us have decided to grace us with their presence,” he griped sarcastically, “we can hopefully discuss the properties of sound waves without any more distractions.” Claire blushed. Her professor was being melodramatic, but she prided herself on being punctual and organized, so his words still stung. Stupid hypnosis, she thought. It seemed like the only thing it had accomplished was the minor annoyance of putting her behind the 8-ball to start her Monday. As the lecture got going, Claire forgot completely about hypnosis, lateness, or anything else, and focused on sipping coffee and taking notes. The class wasn’t something for her major, but it was an engaging enough topic, and Claire always took her studies seriously. Her mind was totally consumed with sine waves, and the velocity of sound through different mediums, and the frequencies of different overtones. The only thing that was odd was that she was unusually fidgety for some reason - maybe that second cup of coffee had been a bit too much, and the caffeine was hitting harder than usual. She’d been so groggy from oversleeping, and eager to shake herself out of the funk, but now she was crossing and uncrossing her legs, bouncing up and down, playing with her hair… She was reminding herself of Amanda. She even caught a few people glancing in her direction. Frustrated, she straightened herself out, took a deep breath, and focused back on the lecture. After class, she could get some water, and have some food, and that would probably dilute the unruly concentration of caffeine. Plus she could take a walk and just try to burn off some of this energy. It was a little past the halfway point in class when something happened that, in retrospect, made the fidgeting make a lot more sense. Claire didn’t really know what she was feeling at first. It seemed to be getting very warm between her legs, starting from her underwear, quickly enveloping her butt, and then surging along the bottoms of her thighs. Had she spilled her coffee? No, the coffee was still on her desk, and it was empty anyway. She looked down, staring in puzzled disbelief at the stain actively spreading across her lap. The hot liquid was running down her calves now. A trickling sound was coming from below her, as the liquid overflowed the bench and splashed onto the floor, drawing the eyes of classmates nearby. One of them covered her mouth in shock. Only then did it dawn on Claire what was happening. If there was a playbook for how to react to suddenly discovering that you’re wetting yourself in class, Claire had never studied it. She let out a loud, involuntary yelp of surprise, drawing even more eyes, and grabbed herself fiercely between her thighs, clenching at the soaked denim with desperation and causing the stain to grow even larger around her hand. It was both ineffective and far too late. There was no stopping her bladder until it was empty. Still actively peeing her pants, Claire flung her books into her bag in one motion and just ran for it, a dripping, headlong dash for freedom, ears ringing and cheeks blazing. She didn’t stop until she had reached the bathroom, where she flung herself down on the toilet, ripped off her pants, and… nothing, really. It was all over. She hadn’t even been close. Claire was too shocked to cry right then. She wiped herself automatically, flushed the toilet, and pulled her pants back up. Her jeans were so thoroughly soaked that at first, the drips down her legs made her think that she had started peeing again. There was no point in trying to dry herself off, or wasting any more time in this bathroom. With her brain in crisis mode, Claire quickly realized that the best she could do was head back to her dorm as quickly as possible, before the first block of classes ended, and even more people saw her. Tying her sweatshirt around her waist, she scurried outside to her bike, leaving wet footprints along the way, and slung her saturated legs up over the seat. As she pedaled, her mind was blank, too traumatized to properly consider what had happened. More students pointed and whispered as she passed, on the street, and then in the hallway to her dorm. But it was all a blur. Reaching her room and slamming the door behind her, she peeled her jeans off like clingwrap, toweled off her legs, pulled on a pair of pajamas, flung herself into bed, and finally allowed herself to cry.

I decided to do a challenge tonight and it was quite the experience lol! Shout out to @Mycall, who made my favourite hold on Milovana. While this isn't my first time doing Mycall's challenge, this is the first time I've had what I'd consider a true accident. Something that I attribute to my autism, I register my need to pee very suddenly, with a lot of pressure all at once. That's exactly what happened tonight. I was sitting in the living room playing Stardew Valley when my bladder decided to scream at me, and I thought it would be interesting to do an impromptu hold. I was wearing dark, ripped skinny jeans and a black turtleneck tucked into it, and felt very proper in it, but that was certainly about to change. I hopped over to Milovana and started Mycall's challenge. The highest level I could start at was level 1, but I was already feeling like a level 2, as I was crossing my legs in my seat. I started level one and did some exercises, jumping jacks, yoga poses, and squats, which made my legs feel incredibly weak. After about 4-6 exercises, I had enough points to move up to level 2. If you've ever played this challenge, you know that in between levels 1 and 2, there's a bonus challenge that involves taking a 15 minute walk. I've never done this challenge because I'm insecure and the social interaction with the people I'm living with to say, "Hey! I'm going for a walk!" is often too much for me XD. But tonight, they were out at a concert, so I decided to brave the cold and head out for a walk. My legs ached from the squats, but I made it down the driveway and into the bitter cold. after about 7 minutes, the challenge instructed me to let out a little squirt into my boxers. at this point I was busting to pee, so I happily obliged the challenge and let out a bit into my pants. Cars went by as I peed into my boxers just enough to feel a warm spot of wet, and I felt nervous and a little naughty. After I was done, I made the walk home, my wet underwear clinging to my crotch in such a wonderful way. The walk home was agonizing. My muscles weren't letting go just yet, but it felt like I was filled to the brim with pee, and if I let go just a little, I'd be far wetter than I already was. I made it home without accident, but the relief of getting to the house was perhaps a little too much for my body to handle. I got inside and threw off my mittens and jacket, pacing back and fourth, unable to keep still. I was too full at this point, and I was ready to explode. I bent over to untie my boots, and the pressure of my skinny jeans against my bladder made me squirt. I raced to get my boots off, and once I did, it was all over. My bladder let go onto the doormat. I clutched my crotch to try to stop the flood but there was no use. I could feel the muscles in my bladder trying desperately to stop the flood of pee to no avail. I clambered off of the mat and onto the floor, knowing it would be easier to clean the floor than the mat. My hands still clutching myself, I wet myself on the hardwood floor, soaking my socks, and making big, dark, wet streaks run down inside of my legs. I was stunned, eyes wide and mouth agape in awe of what had just happened. I got out of my wet clothes and threw them in the wash, cleaned the floor, and as I'm now sitting in my dry, fuzzy robe and typing this, I'm still reeling. I can't stop thinking "holy fuck I actually pissed myself, like I fully fucking pissed myself, oh my god that's wild." and so on. Safe to say I had a wonderfully wet time tonight. Shout out again to @Mycall, and anyone who actually read all of this!

View File EE-689 EE-689 - Just Made It/ Almost Made It Women on the verge of wetting themselves make it to the toilet just in time. Although most do start to leak before they get a chance to remove there panties and squat down. There is a scat warning on file EE-689-05 at 15:00 - 17:42 Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 04/18/2023 Category JAV Collections  

I've had this account for years but I never use it, so I'm trying to be more active, and what better way to get involved than to share a video I recorded some time ago? I have a bunch of photos and videos that I'd love to share so hopefully this won't be the last time you see me around here ❤️ 20181105_174718_final_xx_Trim.mp4

I wanted to try rewetting as many times as possible, but wasn't expecting to pee that much I was doing a hold and was wearing grey leggings under jeans. I had some alcohol to speed things up, and eventually I was 3 hours in to my hold and had drank 1200ml. I went on a walk to the woodland area by me, and brought some water with me. 30 mins in I got to a tree going across the stream, and finished my water. I had now drank 1700ml. I had to make small shelters for my bag and me using an umbrella and a coat since it was raining, and after a few mins, I sat over the stream and stopped holding and let it all out. After I stopped, I decided to wait a few mins and eventually peed a bit more. After sitting down for 15 mins peeing a lil bit every few mins, I got up and moved the shelter a bit so I could stand under it. Over the next 45 mins, I kept peeing over and over and over, and eventually I was soaked. I took my jeans off, put them in a plastic bag I brought, and peed in my leggings. There was literally no difference in colour. My leggings were completely soaked, and any pee was just staying the same colour. Another 15 mins later, I pee whatever I had left, and put on some dry bottoms on top of my leggings. I did my best not to pee any more because I wanted to see if I could stay soaked and nobody could find out. I made it home about 6 hours after I first started holding, and it looks like I couldn't keep them dry. I didn't want to change yet, so I set a towel down on my bed, and just rested.

View File Crossdress jeans wetting and rewettings Wetting with some rewettings in tight jeans and some different socks :> Submitter SpineApple Submitted 03/11/2023 Category Male  

View File EE-661 EE-661 - My younger sister’s private life peeing and leaking moments. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 03/16/2023 Category JAV Collections  

Valerie barely understood how her bladder could be so full. She couldn’t remember the time when her bladder was distended to the point where her whole organism would howl for relief. Val shivered at the realization that relief might come in the form of her wetting herself in the elevator. Val’s heart began to thump so hard it almost broke through the envelope she was holding against her chest. The poor young woman tried to remain calm, but her eyes were strained and worried. The discomfort of her tight jeans against her bloated bladder, the awful burning feeling in her tired sphincter – everything circled around the most terrible sensation of wanting to use the bathroom. The very thought that she might not be able to hold it frightened Valerie almost enough for her to start peeing herself right there and then. Gritting her teeth, Valerie fought off the next wave heroically. She adjusted her long chestnut hair and straightened up, trying to behave casually. She couldn't possibly allow herself to have an accident in front of the two people standing in front of her. Luckily, the conversation between them was vivid enough and Valerie's problems have gone unnoticed so far. - Great, there is enough power for me to see your face, otherwise I wouldn’t notice it was you. And we would not see each other for another 10 years, - said an old man and laughed heartily. - Yes, enough power to light up your mug, too, but not enough to get this thing moving. I’m afraid I’m stuck here with you, old fart, - said a short elderly woman with a joyful booming voice, that was a bit too much for the small metal tin can. Valerie was sweating profusely. She felt her grey tank top absorb sweat, a drop of it fell from her forehead on her unbuttoned white shirt. Her legs encased in black jeans also felt wetter than usual. Her bladder was terrorizing her more and more. She felt a sting, then another, then another with shorter and shorter intervals between jolts of pain. She was about to piss herself, and began to shiver from the thought. Val could almost feel the metal walls pushing on her, as her lower abdomen started to pulsate nervously and she had to fight the urge again... Dizzy and out of breath, Valerie bit her lip in desperation and kept clenching her muscles defiantly. She forced those panicky thoughts out of her head, bending forward slightly hoping that the slight moistness of her underwear was only sweat. She was not about to give up despite of all pain. She had to stay strong. In the beginning of this misadventure, Val’s bladder was too full for her to ignore the fullness, but after several hours inside the elevator, it felt like her bladder was swollen, like it would burst at the seams, despite her forcing her exhausted pee-hole to work overtime. And all that because she had postponed relieving herself, sitting in the office, before grabbing documents from the courier on the ground floor. She remembered having walked past the restroom before taking the elevator down as she'd promised herself to go there right after she came back. That was before she got stuck in the elevator on her way up, before the torture has started… - Are you OK, honey? - suddenly asked the old man, yanking Valerie out of her thoughts. A sharp spasm overtook her body, as she trembled, unable to hide panic on her face any more. She gasped for air, almost losing herself to panic. She was barely able to feel the muscles between her legs and was terrified that she could be having an accident right then. Val looked down at her pants and saw that she’d won this battle, but a few more battles like this and the next one would be a catastrophe. - Oh, no, no... I mean, yes, I just feel a bit dizzy, - she mumbled in response, straining her face muscles attempting to smile politely. Her legs betrayed her and started shaking, her eyes turned into saucers, as Valerie stared at the old woman, wanting to cry for help. - Yep, we’re all starting to get dizzy, - said the old man, - wiping sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief. “Yes, but your bladder is not about to explode in your pants”, - Valerie wanted to say, but the next wave of pain attacking her pee hole made her bite her tongue. Valerie didn’t have enough energy to pretend she was okay. She just stared emptily at the wall, crossing her legs, shaking, praying that the elevator would start moving soon. - I’m getting dizzy at how much of an old fool you are, Albert, can’t you see that the poor girl needs help… Honey, are you okay? What’s wrong? - the old woman said, putting her warm arm on Valerie’s shoulder. - I… I need to pee. I just need to pee really badly, - she said softly her voice trailing off into a teary abyss. - Oh, I see. Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m sure this nightmare is about to end… There must be limits even to their incompetence… Valerie nodded dejectedly. Despite the pulsating agony her bladder was putting her through, Valerie felt better, or maybe the woman’s voice was too convincing. Suddenly, the elevator moved, and Valerie breathed out loudly, clenching her exhausted muscles, twisting herself in knots, but not losing hope. - See, what did I tell you? - said the woman. The pressure inside Valerie’s agonizing bladder felt insurmountable, the pain became so acute that Val’s pee hole relented and let out and a sharp spurt of urine into her underwear. After two seconds she stopped peeing her panties, but her poor bladder still throbbed terribly making Val shake with all her body, and squint from the pain. At the age of 25 she’s just wet her underwear and her whole organism wanted her to continue. The grimace of panic appeared on her face, she felt like she was losing control over her body, and it could turn into a catastrophe in a heartbeat. The two people had to get off two floors below Val’s office and she was happy they didn’t have to see her running to the bathroom, but still aghast with the perspective of tensing her poor muscles for two more floors. As the elevator door closed behind them, Valery started to cry. She couldn't hold it and peed out a steady five-second stream into her panties and only then managed to regain control. Her underwear was disgustingly wet now, and a small wet patch shone on her jeans. Val’s face became red at the realization that she cannot quite prevent herself from wetting herself anymore. Tears watered her eyes - she was on the verge of a wetting accident, standing there, desperately trying to hold the rest of it in. Her muscles barely even ached, they were steadily going numb… “No, no, no!” – she shouted at the metal walls. She couldn’t allow herself to piss her jeans in front of her future employers. She hit the 8 floor button immediately when she realized that she cannot show up like that in front of people she knew - with teary eyes and a wet patch on her jeans. She wasn’t sure she could prevent teh catastrophe. The elevator dinged quietly, and she dashed out onto the floor right below her office where she had no business being. She ran straight down the corridor to the left having no idea where she was going, but the pain in her bladder was overwhelming and gave the girl no choice. As Val was running, she was kicking her bladder like a soccer ball, and it was just as taught, too. She ran to a waiting area in front of sombody's office - with a large sofa, an empty reception desk and a huge aquarium by the far wall. In the center of the space there lied an old cozy-looking ornamental carpet. Valery stopped in the middle of it. her heart skipped a beat when she heard voices behind her back. - No, no, please, God, I can’t, I can’t pee now, - Valery mumbled realizing she had minutes if not seconds, before her tortured womanhood would drown in urine. She had no choice, she understood. She could run anywhere from here, certainly not inside the office that was closed most likely... Valerie noticed there was space behind the aquarium and dashed towards it, dripping slightly over the carpet. She had no idea the how much space there was really, but had to take the chance. The slightly drunk joyful voices were growing stronger, and Valerie managed to squeeze herself between the wall and the aquarium in time and ducked, moaning from pain in her poor bladder, now forced to listen to the bubbling water. She was standing on her knees to stay hidden and was about to burst. The poor young woman kept fighting the urge somehow, although her engorged muscles were about to give up on her. She moaned softly at another huge stream watering her thigh, dripping on the floor. She knew there was no hope of reaching bathroom in time. She would be fine at this point with just pissing her pants, but the voices were so close, Valerie understood that the people were standing on the carpet and might hear her... - Oh, look, looks like a DHL package… Somebody dropped it… - Yep, these couriers getting sloppier by day, I’m telling you. Men and women on the other side of aquarium laughed and continued talking. Valerie realized there was no way out and slowely breatehd out, allowing her body to wet her jeans completely. Valerie was gasping for air, trying to to faint, her heart was thumping so loudly, the fish in the aquarium could hear it. Valery closed her mouth with her hand not to let any sound out. She relaxed her muscles and was shocked instantly by the amount of pee flooding her pants. For ten long seconds the urine was flooding her tight jeans, she could feel wetness spreading all over her butt and her right thigh, slowly seeping towards the tiled floor. There was now a small yellow puddle beneath Valerie’s right knee, and her pants were saturated. Val's panties were no obstacle to that amount of liquid, too, but the stream stopped. The people were still standing there talking. Red with embarrassment, she managed to prevent herself from wailing, as her pained pee-hole opened uo again. She was sitting quite low, her butt was touching her heels, and she could feel her white socks starting to get wet. Her jeans darkened as she urinated a couple of seconds all over her glistening crotch. With shaky hands, she carefully unzipped her jeans and saw how awfully drenched her grey panties were. Barely managing to hold off her tears, she remembered about kleenex in her pocket - not that it would help so much - and a few seconds later placed it over the erupting fountain of yellow piss. The hissing was terribly loud, she thought, but people didn’t seem to notice because of the noise the aquarium was making. Her valve broke, her urine was rapidly flooding her jeans and the floor. She saw a dumb-looking fish starting at her and sighed louder than she wanted, maybe too loudly. Holding her mouth with her hand tightly again, Valerie was fdrenching her jeans and the tiled floor like there was no tomorrow. Her jeans quickly became sopping wet, she watched helplessly as her pee flowed onto the floor, licking her thighs. Jittering, she was wetting herself uncontrollably as her body went limp. Hot urine was jetting out of her urethra, Val was emptying her poor distended bladder into her panties and jeans. She prayed that the people stay slightly boozed and obliovios to her accident. She was spraying yellow liquid all over the floor, flooding her sneakers. The puddle between her feet was growing fast, her tight jeans were darkening even faster. It felt like gallons of piss were streaming between her knees, making her sopping wet. She looked at her poor grey panties – the wet patch was so huge it touched the upper border. Her blouse was also touching the puddle before Val peicked it up. - Okay, time to get back. I’ll call you and Uber, - said a loud male voice. - Yeah, somebody should call the maintenance, the aquarium is leaking again and ruining the carpet, - said a young woman. - Crap… Okay. Valerie waited for a long time to come out from behind the cover. She stepped away from the wet patch on the carpet and slumped down into the sofa. Her mind went blank. Her bladder was empty. Her jeans were soaked. She felt happy.

Was having someone control my bladder the other day but they wouldn’t let me use the bathroom so I ended up pissing my pants💦 IMG_0232.MOV