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“Wet yourself now” We have just started the train ride to the town where we´ll spend the weekend. I sit with my partner in a “6 seats around a table” group on a fully crowded train. Before we left I decided to put on a pull-up to get the right vacation feeling. When I shift position in the seat I can feel the padding, but it isn´t big enough to show through my jeans. 30 minutes in on the ride I receive a text message on the phone. It´s from S. All it says is “Wet yourself now”. We have talked about how I want him to have some power over when and how I´ll wet during parts of the weekend, but I didn´t expect this. What will my shy bladder think of this? “This will take some time, but I´ll let you know!” I say. It´s a three hour train ride, and I try to read but it´s hard to concentrate with all this excitement about trying to relax my muscles and still not let it show on my face to the strangers in front of me. I tense my legs to ease just a tiny bit from the seat, then relax my pelvic floor, and I can feel it almost happening, but nothing comes out. I repeat it several times, to no avail, but my bladder is filling up from the water I´ve been drinking, and I´m starting to get small urges to pee. After an hour there is a train stop where a lot of people are getting off. When the people sitting opposite us leave their seats, I finally have the space to stretch my legs a bit forward. I try again, and feel the warmth of a little spurt of pee coming out. I look at my partner and say “Now. Finally”. I still had no relief from those few drops, and when S says “Do it again” I push a little and a stream is coming out big enough to give me just a small relief, but not much. I wouldn´t risk leaking through the pull-up on the seat. “Now wait until we get off, then you may stand and look at your phone and keep on” S says. There´s 30 minutes left, my bladder is full. There´s no urgency, but I´m really looking forward to get off the train. We´re finally off the train standing in the sunshine next to the train platform. As I put down my backpack to take off my sweater, I´m already peeing. I pick up my phone to search for the hotel location, but I can´t concentrate on anything else than the pee that keeps flowing. The release feels amazing and I do no effort to stop it as I feel the heat spread from my crotch area to the front and to the back. The padding between my legs is getting thicker, the pull-up must be at it´s max, but I feel no leaks, and then after maybe a minute of slow release I´m done. And I find the hotel location on the map. “300 meters. That´ll be an easy walk now that I don´t need to pee anymore”, I say with a big smile, and we head off to check-in at the hotel, where they have no idea I´m wearing a super wet diaper under my pants. “You could wet my pants!” It´s late at night, we´re all dressed up, we´ve had a couple of drinks and a walk by the river, and of course I have wet myself. My crotch is till warm, but the wet streaks down the inside of the legs of my black suit pants feel a bit chilly. We´re making out in a park area next to a bridge, and I see a spot between some benches that is a bit secluded. I sit down there on the wall and fully empty my bladder. It splashes down the wall between my legs and creates a puddle below. I´m surprised about how much I was still holding. S needs to pee, and we´re heading back to the hotel. There´s people everywhere, and I´m soaking wet, but I know the shiny wetness will soon soak into the fabric. As long as I just raise my head and smile, nobody will see what happened. Along the way we´re discussing whether S will pee the grey suit pants he´s currently wearing, or if he´ll just do it in his underwear since he didn´t bring many spare pants… “Now I know”, I say. “You could wet my pants!” Standing in the shower S opens the fly of my pants, and puts his cock in my underwear. We start kissing, and then I feel his concentration going elsewhere. And the warmth. He´s peeing my pants. The wet cold fabric is getting warmer again as his pee flows from my crotch and down my legs. We both sigh with pleasure, as he lets out spurt after spurt, and they become longer and longer. I alternate between full focus on my partner, the kissing and the naughty wonderful thing we´re just doing, and a fantasy triggered by the sensation of having pee flowing down my legs, without even feeling myself peeing. In this fantasy, no matter how hard I clench my sphincter, I still helplessly lose control while making out with my partner. I never want this to end. And it doesn´t. “It was an accident, I swear!” We´re doing a fun little role play in a park, starring ourselves. In this scenario we soon have an appointment at a tailor to custom order an expensive perfect fitting 3 piece suit for me (because that´s my partner´s fetish, in case you didn´t know). We´re chilling in the park on a hill in the sunshine, and everything is just fine until I accidently wet myself. “What?” he says when he notices the wet spot on my jeans shorts. “Is there still time to go back…” I say. “No, and what the fuck, why do you do this now? You could wet whenever you want, but NOW? What were you thinking?” “I didn´t mean to…” “Come on, of course you did… This thing we were supposed to do was really important for me, and I thought you were in on it, but you just don´t seem to care at all” “It was an accident, I swear!” “Stop that bullshit, I know you! You don´t ever have accidents!” “Yes I do!” “No, you don´t. You have a bladder of steel.” “Well actually… there´s some things I haven´t told you. I have actually been having some trouble lately… And some accidents. Like when I wet my jeans today on the way to the beach… It wasn´t on purpose… And some other times too.” “Wait… really? Why didn´t you say something?” “It was embarrassing!” “Embarrassing? What could possibly be embarrassing between you and me?” “You know… I´ve been proud of my holding abilities, it´s kind of been my thing, and now that it starts to fail, it´s just… embarrassing.” “Oh, I´m sorry. You can tell me anything, you know that don´t you? But come on, it´s no big deal. I´ll just give them a call to ask if we can show up later”. My partner picks up the phone. “Oh hello, this is S. Yeah, I´m sorry, but is it ok to delay it an hour or so? Yes, T has wet herself, so she needs to go home for a shower, and a change of pants. Ok, fine! Bye!” S looks at me with a grin and says “The end”. We both start laughing. We have a nice chill there in the sunshine for a while before I put a sweater around my waist and we go back to the hotel. (sidenote: Ironically enough I had an unplanned accident for real just two days after this play. Of course my partner didn´t believe me.) Thanks for letting me be myself. It´s Saturday night, and we´ve only been away for 1,5 days. During this time I´ve wet myself six times, in pants and pull-ups. Comparing to our weekends together during out first two years, this is a big step forward, and it´s just getting better and better. The fear I had of being “too much” if I allowed myself to fully indulge was always only in me, never because of him. We have both been scared, but we have also both put in a lot of work in the process to learn that it´s possible to free yourself from that fear, and now it´s paying off. We´re standing in the hallway. He looks at himself in the mirror. He looks at the perfection of his clothes, his suit, shirt and tie, that contrast to his hard dick sticking out of his pants. It turns him on like crazy, and I love to see him this way. I´m dressed up just like him, but with a hand down my pants, touching the outlines of the swollen diaper I have just peed in. It turns me on like crazy, and he loves to see me this way. Just half a year ago I wouldn´t have been comfortable doing this in front of him, to feel so exposed with the recently discovered new diaper love of mine. We´re still growing together, we´re still going forward. The room is hot, we´re sweating, but it doesn´t matter, we´re in this flow together, but also allowing each other to be apart, to have our own fetish space where the unexplainable physical and mental pleasures can flow free. It´s a freedom that grows and grows and erupts into a beautiful firework of not holding back, not trying to be anything else than what we are.

Looking for a discord omorashi rp partner for My Hero Academia. It would basically work - we take turns choosing the prompt and just follows what the other wants. When it's your turn I'm fine with doing anything, and I'm looking for someone who's willing to also effort into my prompts as well ~

So tomorrow ive been challenged to let a woman control my bladder for a hold, ive been given no instructions yet until the morning apart from i will be heading to a supermarket and im only allowed to go the bathroom if its to listen to others pee ive also been sent her panties that she has already wet to wear through out the day. i will update after with the results

I thought I'd try playing around with a different perspective, so this is the same as my other story, but told from my boyfriend's perspective. I hope it works, lol 🙂 I've been dating this girl for about a year, but I've never told her about my weird abdl fetish. I've dropped hints here and there, and she knows I love it when she wears cute clothes, but I've never worked up the nerve to actually tell her why. I've looked at a lot of stuff online and always fantasized about seeing her in some of those situations. There's just so many things we could do together but something always stopped me from telling her. We live an hour apart, so I only see her on weekends. She texted me before she left, so I was expecting her. I was sitting in the living room, where I can see the driveway, so I saw her car pull in, and stood up to go meet her at the door. As soon as she got out of the car, I noticed she was wearing overalls and a pink tshirt 🙂 Then I looked again, and saw that she had her hair in pigtails too! She looked soo cute! I noticed a look on her face, and a little curtsy gesture as she reached in to get her bag from the car. Was that a "I have to pee" spasm? This was starting to get interesting. She was walking a little funny as she came up the the door. As soon as she walked in the door, I just stopped and stared at her. There was a big wet patch on her overalls! "Whoah, you look adorable", I stammered, and she giggled. "I really hafta go potty", she said, squirming a bit as she dropped her bag on the floor. "I can see that", I said, and pointed at the wet patch. Her face immediately turned bright red. The look in her eyes was a combination of embarrassment, and...something else, I thought (hoped), but I still wasn't sure exactly what to do. "Oh no, I was trying to be a big girl", she said. I can't believe this is happening, I thought, did she really just say it like that? I took her in my arms, and she could immediately feel that I was aroused. "oooh, feels like somebody likes", she said, as she reached down to rub my crotch, which was already a bit damp from her wet spot. We started making out, hard. She tried to pull away "I should really go find a bathroom before I go potty in my pants", she said, but I told her to wait a bit. I was almost cumming already, just making out with her in her cute outfit. I led her to the kitchen, sat down on a chair, and she straddled me. I don't know what she expected, siting like that, but I was starting to think she wanted to have a full accident. I reached under her overalls (which I love doing anyway), and started feeling her wet panties. Except...these aren't any of her panties that I remember, they're super thick! What is she wearing? I feel them all over, and they're so nice and thick and soft. And the bottom is pretty soggy already. She's squirming around and the wet patch on her overalls is getting larger, and my pants are damp as well. Suddenly, I feel her tense up, and I think I know what's going to happen. I feel the warmth of her pee all over my lap as she completely floods herself. Her pee pools up a bit, but it's too much and it starts splashing all over the tile floor. "Oh no, I'm peeing all over you I'm sorry!", she says. I look into her eyes, and she's blushing like crazy, but I hold her tightly and tell her it's ok. I don't know exactly what's happening, but I love it so I'm just going with it. She eventually stops peeing, but not before we're both completely soaked and there's a big puddle on the floor. We're both shaking and I just hold her for a few minutes. We stand up and I start unbuttoning her soaking wet overalls. She's wet from the waist down, and I still want to see what she's wearing underneath. "Do you want to see my wittle twaining pants?" she baby talks, "I twied to be a big girl but sometimes I have accidents still". OMG, I can't believe this is happening! I undo her overall straps and pull them down to reveal the cutest little training pants, white cotton and decorated with unicorns and rainbows. Totally saturated, of course, with yellow stains all over them. I squeeze them and pee dribbles out all over my hands. I pull her down to the floor, and somehow she pulls off my pants, and I pull off her panties, so we're both only wearing our partially wet tshirts. Pretty soon we're making love in the middle of our pile of wet clothes. I'm afraid I didn't last very long, I'll have to make it up to her later 🙂 She was just soooo cute, and I couldn't help it. We laid on the floor in the pile of wet clothes for a few minutes talking, and, and pretty soon all our secrets are out in the open. She shows me her bag of baby stuff, and she asks me to change her. I take her upstairs, lay her on the bed, powder her, change her into a dry diaper and onesie, and fix her pigtails, She didn't want to take a shower, so i guess she doesn't mind the faint smell of pee on her. That's ok, I don't mind a girlfriend that smells like pee and baby powder. 🙂 She looks even more babyish now, with even a pacifier to go with the outfit and ribbons in her hair. We go down to the living room to explore this new fetish a bit more. 🙂

So I really like bladder control, i.e. controlling your bladder, making you hold it in, telling you when and how much to drink and not being allowed to pee until the controller allows you to pee! I've done this in the past and wanted to see if any females are interested, So if you are interested please inbox me as I am VERY interested in doing this with you! Just always enjoy making a female hold it in, have you grow desperate and beg to release. I WILL definitely without a doubt make you wet yourself! I will be making it very challenging for you and you will literally beg me to let you pee. But I will not let you go when you want to go! And when you do pee, it WILL be in your pants, and you will soak them. So to any females interested in this little game then please message me! Only if you're serious and we will definitely play because I'm really looking for a female to play omorashi games with!

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Liz was not open about her sexuality. She was slim and dark-haired, wore her hair short, and had an expressive face. However, she usually looked very worried with squinted eyes. She seemed like a girl who took life very seriously. I met her at the grocery store where I did my shopping. She bought a bag full of groceries that turned out to be almost too heavy to lift, so I took care of it and asked her where she needed to go. It turned out to be a few streets away, not far from where I lived. She had a flat in an old house with high, steep stairs. She thanked me and asked if I wanted a beer. I gladly accepted because it gave me the opportunity to stay with her longer. She fascinated me excessively, I had no steady girlfriend and could do as I pleased. Soon I found out that she worked at a real estate agency in the city center. She was twenty years old, so still young and four years younger than me. When I went out with her, it soon became apparent that the outwardly serious Liz was a lively girl. She could have fun, but I must admit that she never flirted with other men in my presence. She also never wore flashy clothes, usually dark shades like gray and black. When she became ecstatic, she looked so delighted that she turned into a beauty. I noticed that on the third day, after we had been out and had a drink at her place. Liz played records, and we made out a bit. She allowed me to lift her sweater and stroke the bare skin of her belly. Even when I unhooked her bra, she didn't make a sound, she kissed me passionately and apparently enjoyed me touching her firm naked breasts with my fingers. We sat on a low, backless couch and fell down together. She kicked off her shoes, I did the same, and we had a wild love affair. I slowly took off her clothes, pulled down her pants, and finally had her completely naked. She remained still as I undressed myself and lay with a hard penis against her. My hand glided over her pubic mound and I began stroking her pussy. I fingered between her thighs and found a wet vagina. With a thrust, I was on top of her and between her legs. I inserted my penis into her vagina and felt her slender, nimble body tremble. She fucked as fiercely as I did, as if she was starving and craving for sex. Her hot body lustfully curved under me and she quickly came. Loud, moaning sighs proved that she enjoyed it. I was horny for her and ejaculated. It was a wonderful feeling to feel my penis ejaculate and let the sperm flow into her vagina. For the first time, I saw that delighted expression on her face. She looked so lovely that while the sperm flowed out of me, I kissed her passionately. Liz wrapped her arms around my back and pressed me tightly against her small breasts. She was a great girl to come in, and I moaned and groaned with pleasure. In the months that followed, a close relationship developed between Liz and me. One evening, we had a few beers at her home. That happened often before we started making love. This time she had almost forced it on me, constantly refilling my glass and taking one bottle of beer after another. She had also had a fair share herself. I became a bit dizzy and horny from the alcohol. Because I finally wanted to make love, I got up and wanted to leave the room, heading to the toilet. Liz, who was watching my every move with suspicion, jumped out of her chair and blocked my path. She leaned her back against the door and looked up at me with teasing eyes. She was almost a head shorter than me, so she had to look up. Besides that mischievous expression, there was also something else, a questioning look that was also a bit lustful. I didn't understand what she wanted from me as she held me and opened my zipper. Her hand groped in my pants and pulled out my dick. It did get a bit hard, but I needed to pee first before I could do anything. She pulled down the zipper of her jeans and pushed my cock into her pants, against her panties. She looked like a sweet little mouse in her gray sweater and light gray corduroy pants. I kissed her, she was wild and passionate. "Let me pee first," I said, "then we can make love." "Just pee," she said. "Pee." She looked up at me with her dark eyes, with a questioning, almost pleading expression. It dawned on me what she meant, what she wanted from me. It took my breath away and I stuttered.. "But Liz… you don't mean... that I pee on you..." "Yes," she gasped, "pee in my pants. I'm feeling crazy.. come on..." She stroked my dick and pushed her hand against my bladder, whispering continuously: "pee then... pee on me... let it run into my pants." It sounded so urgent, so convincing, that I gave in. If she liked it, I would do it. I needed to go so badly that I could hardly hold it anymore. It would be a pleasure to let it flow. She kept looking at me and I took her narrow face between my hands. As we looked into each other's eyes, I relaxed the sphincter and peed on her. I knew exactly how the stream found its way, as if I could see it. Her panties got wet, then her pubic hair. It ran down her stomach into her crotch, along her thighs and soaked her pant legs. A glow of lust appeared in her eyes, she stood with her legs together and must, there was no other way, feel the warm urine running down her. Her lips parted, her fingers moved my semi-erect penis back and forth against her belly. She started whispering: "Just let it go.. I'm doing it now too... I'm peeing in my pants... we're peeing together in my pants... ooh... Jake.” She pushed me away slightly. "You don't need to get wet," she gasped, "are you done?" "Yes," I groaned. Immediately after my release, my penis swelled, I was aroused by her behavior. I still held her head and she looked at me. "Aren't you mad?" she whispered. “No” I said, kissing her on the mouth. "I'm going to wash up now," she said. "Go ahead and get into bed and wait for me." I took a step back. Her jeans had become darker in the front and between her legs, the fabric had become soaked with pee. It leaked between her feet onto the wooden floor and formed a small puddle there. She ran out of the room and came back with a mop. She cleaned up the puddle and walked away, her wet pant legs slapping against her wet legs. I undressed and crawled naked into her bed. My penis was hard as an oak stick. When she returned, naked and clean, I pulled the blanket back and showed her my erection. She knelt beside me and enveloped the head with her lips. I was eager, longing to make love to her and pulled her lower body towards my face. Lustfully, I pressed my mouth onto her pussy, which was fresh and juicy. I knew she had washed and there was no trace of urine on her pussy. But even if her pussy had still been wet from her pee, I would have sucked, I was so horny. I greedily slurped the juice from her vagina and licked her swollen clit with a stiff tongue. Liz sucked on my cock with voluptuous lips and licked along it. We excited each other until we exploded in a joint orgasm. With convulsing legs, she lay against my face coming. I shot powerful streams of sperm into her mouth, which she eagerly sucked in and swallowed. We had satisfied each other's passions before, but this time it was more intense. After our passions were satisfied, we lay quietly next to each other. Her hand slid over my belly and caressed my flaccid penis. "Am I a crazy girl?" she asked with a meek, shy voice. "Yes," I said, "but a deliciously crazy girl." "Have you ever experienced anything like this before?" "No," I had to admit, "you're the first. Have you ever done this before..." "Yes," she admitted, "but you're the first who doesn't think it's really crazy. I tried it a few times with a boyfriend. One ran away when I asked him, the other couldn't get hard afterwards and I never saw him again." She sighed and wriggled her supple body against mine. “How did you come up with the idea?” I asked, curious about her motives. “It's a crazy story,” she said “from long ago. I was 14 then. I was dating a 16-year-old boy. Of course he wanted to fuck me. I didn't even know what fucking was at the time, a friend had vaguely heard something about it and told me that a boy wanted to stick his cock in your cunt. He wanted to pee in it but you could have a baby. I was so stupid that I believed it. I knew pissing felt good when you really needed it. So when I was having sex with that boy and he opened my pants to feel my pussy I got hot but also had fear. He was not allowed to enter it with his cock. He unzipped his fly and shoved his erect cock into my hand. I held it against my stomach, it moved back and forth and suddenly I felt something wet through my panties. Now I know he came but then I thought he peed on me. I encouraged him and said, "Go ahead. Pee on me." I would rather have him pee in my pants than in my pussy, thinking of the dangers like my friend had outlined. He laughed and asked, "Do you like that?" I was really horny and didn't care, I didn't consider the consequences. "Yes, go ahead," I said. Then I felt his warm pee against my stomach and flowing down between my legs. It leaked into my pants and I got wet. "Please," he said after he was done. He zipped up his pants and ran away. I was left behind with my wet pants. I put on an act. In front of the door, I peed in my pants a little more, I was just shivering with pleasure when I felt it running down my legs. With my hands pressed against my crotch, I ran inside and yelled, "Mother, I peed in my pants. I couldn't hold it anymore!" I ran straight to the bathroom, past my surprised-looking mother. Before taking off my clothes, I stood for a while with my pants unzipped and rubbed my pussy with two fingers. I was so horny that I automatically did what was necessary to cum. It was the first time I had an orgasm. So, now you know and you can laugh at me." I had listened to her story with great interest. During the telling, I had gotten an erection. I took her hand and placed it on my cock. She grabbed it tightly and asked, "Did it turn you on?" "Yes," I said and rolled onto her. My penis almost slipped into her soaking wet pussy without much help from my fingers. She had also aroused herself with the memory of that pissing incident. We fucked fiercely and passionately. Liz moved hot and willing under me, the moisture oozing from her pussy. My hands were under her ass, I moved my fingers in her crack and the bottom of her pussy. I pressed my fingertips into the sticky wetness and drilled my rock-hard cock deep into her juicy plum. She moaned and pushed her pussy against my stiff penis. Every movement was accompanied by a deep, yearning sigh. The stimulated head pounded and throbbed. When the cum came out, she threw herself up shaking and shivering. In her orgasm, she contracted her muscles so powerfully that my cock was almost choked off. The more vigorously the sperm flew out, the more I sprayed her, shrinking with pleasure. I stayed the night with her and that night, after another intense session, she asked, "Don't you want to come live with me?" Apparently, my tolerance for her pee fetish had paved the way for a permanent relationship. I immediately agreed and moved my things to her apartment. It took a few days to do so. We celebrated by going out to eat somewhere nice and came home a little tipsy. She immediately poured us both a beer and looked at me questioningly. I sensed what she had in mind and exchanged a meaningful glance with her. "Are we going to do it?" she asked with bated breath. "Definitely," I said, "I've been holding it in for the last few hours." She was wearing her gray corduroy pants, the same ones she had worn the first time. I unrolled a large roll of plastic and had her stand on it in the middle after she had taken off her shoes and socks. While I took off her shirt and bra, she opened my fly and pulled out my penis. She let it hang in her fly, expecting me to pee. But I had something else in mind and took off my shirt. I lowered my pants, pulled down my underwear, and took off my shoes. Completely naked, I now stood face to face with her body that trembled with anticipation. "You have to wait until I'm finished," I said. She nodded and moaned lustfully. In a horny wriggle, she rubbed herself against me. Her fingers held my dick as I let it go at full force. I peed in her pants and felt the legs become wet. As I stood stiff against her, my thighs against hers, my naked skin became moist as it penetrated through her pants. She rubbed my peeing dick back and forth, rolled it along her panties so that the pubic hair became soaked, and pressed her wet jeans against me. When I finished peeing, she clamped one thigh between hers, pressed her dripping crotch against me so that the drops rolled along my thighs. She shook and trembled, "I'm already cumming,” she gasped excitedly. As she hung shivering against me and had an orgasm, I began to undo her pants. I pulled down the soaked garment and exposed her dripping crotch and legs. Liz was still standing and understood what I wanted. I said it to her redundantly, "Squat above me," I requested, "above my lower body and let it flow." She did as I asked and held her pussy about thirty centimeters above my crotch. The penis was already starting to swell and jerked up as her warm urine began to flow over it. I stared fascinated at her peeing pussy, her pussy from which the thick, swirling stream plunged down and ran over my lower body. It made me incredibly hard, the warmth of her pee aroused my dick. My dick was rock hard when the source dried up. I pulled her down and rolled her back into the pond on the plastic. She lay half on her wet pants and with her butt in her own piss, I turned over and came between her spread legs. With one hand, I aimed my dick at her dripping wet pussy and let it pop inside. We squeezed the pee out of our soaked pubic hair in small amounts that flowed between her thighs. Her butt splashed in the puddle below her, our moving loins made sucking sounds as if we were fucking on swampy ground. I fucked her fiercely and squeezed my fingers into her wet ass. Liz’ hands slid over my moist, pee-soaked buttocks. Our bellies slid over each other, my dick moved splashing in her soaking wet pussy in the mixture of pee and cum. We clung to each other, skin to skin, made sucking and bubbling sounds. We quickly slid towards a climax, the glans tingled and swelled to bursting point. “Cum on me,” Liz gasped, "Cum on me... cum on me..." Ah, I thought, she wants even more kinky things. She wanted to get even wetter, so I held back a bit to give her the chance to climax before pulling my dick out of her pussy. She squeezed her wet thighs tightly around my legs, and her pussy made audible slurping and foaming sounds. With a sharp cry, she came and pressed her quivering body against mine. I gave her a few more seconds to feel my hard cock in her contracting pussy, then I pulled it out and held it between our bellies. The cum shot out with tremendous force from my pulsating penis and spread all over her lower body. Once I had released it, I pressed my stomach against hers and rubbed the cum between us. Liz wriggled her body ecstatically, eager to feel the slippery fluid. It was smeared on her belly and mixed with pee to form a sticky and thin layer. We continued to lie there, rubbing our bellies together while Liz rolled her ass back and forth in the puddle under her buttocks. She seemed to derive endless pleasure from it, but I was in the mood for a refreshing drink. That's why I separated myself from her and pulled my belly skin away from hers. It stubbornly came loose, and our skin stuck together from the cum. I looked at her smeared belly and the sticky, wet pubic hair. I had a desire to see her clean and dry again so that I could feel and stroke her smooth, soft skin. "Shall we wash up for a bit," I suggested, "and then we'll start again later." Liz agreed with me, so we got rid of all the mess. We rolled up the plastic halfway and got into the shower together. We dried each other off and lounged on the couch. One of her hands played with my balls while the other held the glass. I stroked her tits and drank with the other hand. We turned each other on until we couldn't take it anymore and the only solution was a passionate romp. Liz wanted to get wet again, so we unrolled the plastic. She peed on me and then lay down on her soaked clothes. I splashed her from head to toe, aiming the splattering stream at her breasts, stomach, and thighs. Then I threw myself on top of her and we slid and fucked over each other. My cock splashed up and down in her dripping wet pussy. Our arms slid along shoulders and breasts, our legs rubbed smoothly and moistly against each other. It was like we were wrestling and trying to hold each other tightly. I pushed her down as she tried to get out from under me. It was a frenzy of lust and writhing. I struggled to keep her wet body under control, but managed to do so. Liz had an extravagant orgasm, her body writhing in ecstatic pleasure. That was my cue to let loose. I quickly thrust to an orgasm and let the cum spring into her pussy. Shivering with lust, I let it flow out and fill her wet hole. With stiff knees and a limp dick, I stood up. I saw the hair on my chest and stomach sticking to her moist body. Liz scrambled to her feet and rubbed the cum from her pussy over the wet skin of her legs. Her pussy hung wet, like a wilted flower, on her stomach. She looked like a swimming champion who had won the battle, dripping and all, and had crawled ashore, gasping for breath. I rubbed both hands over her slippery ass. "Nice?" I asked. "Amazingly nice," she sighed and shook her beautifully built body so the droplets flew off.

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Hi everyone First of all i would like to explain my situation, im still living with my family but im an adult,also i started to retake the love of peeing my pants has anyone knows tips to clean the pee better?? thanks;)

View File Smoke and a piss accident Thought I could have my morning smoke before going potty. Had a small accident outside. Submitter Aj315 Submitted 06/10/2023 Category Male  

IMG_4264.mov Who’s a naughty girl? I really wanted to wear some high heels with these (ladies) jeans but alas they don’t fit lol plus i was too worried about their rightfull owner noticing a smell! Maybe next time 😉

So sometime soon I’m planning on staying at a hotel for a couple nights and I wanted to spice up my stay a bit. Basically I’m not allowed to use the toilet the entire time I’m there for any reason. So what I wanna know is, what ideas or dares do you have that I could do while I’m there? I’m open to try anything. Also pooping ideas/ dares are welcome too since… I have to take care of that somehow lol.. make it as wild and spicy as you want!

Role Reversal – 5 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 5 - Saturday morning I was anxious to see how my baby prisoner was doing and walked down the hall to his room. Chris was sleeping. He looked adorable, and I wanted to straddle him to make love, but that would have to wait. "Is my favorite little diaper slave awake yet?" "Does Christy need her diaper changed?" Chris woke up and I approached his bed. "Let me check your diaper to see if you were a good girl and wet it like you were told." I could tell by Chris's panicked face that he didn't do as he was told. I slid my hand under his plastic panties and down into his diaper. It was dry. "So baby has a hard time listening to Mommy?" "I see that baby is hard, is that keeping baby from wetting her diaper?" I put my next plan into action. "Since baby doesn't wet yet on command, I must show you how it is done." I produced a funnel with a flexible tube attached to it. I reached over and put the flexible tubing down the front of Chris's diaper and held the funnel in my hand. "If Christy won't wet, then I will show you how it is done." I removed my panties and made sure that Chris could see exactly what I was doing. I climbed up on the bed and moved so that I was kneeling over Chris's chest. My legs were on each side of his chest and my pussy was staring him right in his face. "Watch closely Christy, I want to make sure you see how to wet a diaper." I put the funnel between my legs and pressed it firmly against my pussy. "Mommy needs to pee so badly after such a long night." I closed my eyes and relaxed my muscles the best I could. Chris knew what was about to happen to him and squirmed in his bonds to try and resist. It was pointless. At first, it was difficult to pee into the funnel because I was having trouble relaxing enough to pee. The delay worked to my advantage because I could feel Chris continue to squirm under me, and it just made his anticipation last that much longer. I took one last breath, released it slowly and started to pee into the funnel. I didn't want to miss Chris's expression, so I opened my eyes while I continued to pee. My pee made a hissing noise as it hit the plastic funnel and I rocked back and forth while I emptied my bladder. With my free hand I made sure that the end of the funnel's hose never escaped Chris's waiting diaper. Chris's expression seemed obvious. He looked startled, but it appeared that he liked what was going on. I know how nice a diaper feels as it becomes heavy and wet and now Chris was able to experience that same feeling. It took awhile to finish peeing, but I finally finished. I removed the damp panty that was still lodged in Chris's mouth and moved closer to Chris's face until my legs straddled his face. I instructed Chris to place his tongue through the front of his O ring gag and he complied. "Christy, I have just peed, and I need you to clean me up with your tongue." It was a bit of a struggle, but Chris pushed his tongue through the leather circle and touched my pussy. I took his head in my hands and moved it around to make sure that I was thoroughly licked clean. "Christy, you are at least good for something." I reached down and pulled the tube end of the funnel from Chris's diaper. I then turned around on Chris's chest so that my face was looking at his diaper and Chris had an intimate view of my ass. I backed up so that my butt was pressed against his face. "Christy, you know what to do...lick me slave!" I in turn put my lips to the outside of his diaper and kissed his hard throbbing cock through the plastic material. I massaged his diaper with my hands as my kissing continued. Chris was doing a great job with his tongue and I knew if I continued playing with Chris, or he continued licking me, we would both explode with huge orgasms. But that would have to wait, because I wanted to keep Chris at the brink of sexual fulfillment. I knew that if I waited, Chris would be a more willing but somewhat frustrated slave. It would also provide me with even more motivation to torture poor Chris and watch his frustration grow. I climbed off of Chris's chest and saw the disappointed look on his face. "It seems like the name Christy is fitting for you so that is your name for the rest of the weekend, understood?" Chris reluctantly nodded. "I am going to take my shower and then come back and get you ready for the day." "You are in a pretty wet diaper, but it is my pee and not yours that is keeping you warm and comfy." "You still have not wet your first diaper, but I think that will change." "Oh by the way, don't go anywhere while I am in the shower." "Relax my little diaper slave and welcome to my old world of surrender." To Be Continued…

So recently I’ve been wanting to do a lot more wetting. Almost more wetting myself rather than using the toilet. Problem is.. I don’t live alone. I stay with 4 other people and one of them is my partner. Now she’s knows about my fetish and is okay with it and supports it. The others obviously don’t. So what are some risky but stealthy ways I can constantly wet myself without the use of diapers? I wanna be daring and try anything you guys can come up with. Challenge me to something. Dare me to do anything. I’m open to the idea!

View File pee for you, perverted I go to the bathroom, I have a leak before arriving and I realize that you are recording me Submitter evangelynex Submitted 12/29/2022 Category Female  

(This is an alternate universe Where gema has biological systems ) This story takes.part in the third era,and is post movie --> Yellow diamond was really tense ,se needed to pee so badly but they were not in homeworld,they were in their spaceship along with the other diamond and spinel She was too shy to tell them,too shy to use the their spaceship bathroom...or we'll she just didn't wanted to use it "Are you OK honey?" Blue asked her gently and looking at her wife,who was sweating and holding her crotch and using her other arm to control her own ship "Yeah totally fine!!!" Yelloe answered angrily when she finally saw homeworld , her relief was so big yet faded so fast Not even taking 5 steps outside the ship she felt a wet sensation on her crotch ,and then big damp patch marking her pants She couldn't even make it to the palace,she was outside,with the others looking at her ,and stepping over a pee puddle "Yellow!why didn't you tell me you had to pee!?!are you can't just hold until you can't anymore "blue said gently holding yellow's hands "I-i-i though I could hold It...."yellow said ashamed of her accident entering the palace ---> The next days,yellow just struggled to arrive at time even more her " bladder clock" was only 5 minutes at max ,at this pint her accidents were frequently,but still refused to wear diapers,and blue never forced ->the restaurant incident Yellow was already true gently to hold when they arrived,once they arrived even through she rushed to the restroom she end up wetting her pants,luckily her partner White borrowed her a spare ones,but she had to stay with her wet panties Yellow decided to drink a Xtra large lemon soda ,and of course we know what this will lead to Once again in the car yellow just screamed telling ehite to stop so she could use the toilet,white was quite annoyed by her partner screaming,and instead of leading her to restroom she played waterfallsounds on radio making yellow wet her self in the carseat making a big damp patc,at this point she just cried, she knew she has jo scape.and had to wear diapers,however by white driving distracted from the screaming diamond they crashed And yes.it left yelloe completely incontinent Blue just diapered her and placed her or her lap To comfort her,she didn't care if yellow was already wet Blue was hugging her until.she feels a got wet sensation on her legs Yellow 's diaper leaked and wet blue's pants At this pint blue just got a little annoyed ,changed yellow diaper against her will ,dressed her in giraffes prints pajamas and placed her in the bed to make her sleep When she wake up she found a new. Surprise To be continued:

I've had this fantasy in my head for a long time. Excited to finally attempt to bring it into reality! Hope you enjoy 😉 - Milo Four Desperate Passengers, and a Fern by Milo Snatch Chapter 1 April really did not plan this well. She was sitting on her boyfriend’s lap, squeezed between boxes and bins of their things piled to the roof in the backseat of his college roommate’s Subaru. “Fuck!” The former roommate, Nova, yelled, laying hard on the horn, their blue and purple cropped sparkly hair whirling in frustration and a flush rising across pale, freckled cheeks, their black band t-shirt and grey sweats clinging to their skin on the hot LA summer day. Even their feet were sweating in their black sneakers. “Love,” said a deep, soft voice from the front passenger seat, “They all heard you the first, second, fifth time. This isn’t making the traffic move any faster.” “Yeah, yeah, I know babe” Nova sighed, leaning their head back and resting a hand on Milo’s thick bare thigh. His choice in dark green shorts and a white and green patterned button down shirt and comfortable sandals was enviable in the heat. “Makes me feel better for a bit, though.” “That makes one of us. Hey—“ Milo turned around, adjusting the large potted fern between his thighs and peering back at the pair stacked in the backseat, his warm brown eyes under loose black curls meeting April’s gaze, a hint of dark facial hair adoring his upper lip and side burns. “Do either of you see my bag back there? I have some earplugs that would be really handy right about now.” April did, in fact, see Milo’s bag, slumped unceremoniously behind his seat in the floorboard. “Uh, yeah, I see it,” she said, and paused, clenching her fists. “….could you hand it to me?” Milo asked, confusion washing across his face as he noticed April’s tense demeanor. “I can’t,” came a muffled sound from behind her, and half of Harper’s clean shaven, tanned face appeared around April’s shoulder. His blue eyed expression had his usual goofy grin on it underneath long sea salt covered dirty blond hair. A true lean Californian surfer boy in khaki shorts, blue tank top and flip flops. “Little stuck back here.” “Hardy har. Or should I say, Harpy har,” Milo chuckled at his own joke. Nova groaned in response which only made Milo giggle harder. “I can, yeah, I can get your bag,” April finally responded. She steeled her jaw and began bending over at the waist, her and Harper’s shared seatbelt digging into her lower abdomen along with the waist of her tight dark jean shorts. Her chest and belly stretched the fabric of her light purple t-shirt from a local LGBTQ charity event she’d volunteered at, and Harper couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous girlfriend from such a tantalizing angle, her buzzed brunette hair and long gold chain earrings glinting in the summer sunlight, juicy thighs spilling over his lap. Whimpering softly, she extended her hand past her grey sneakers and grasped for the bag, missing it the first two times and, huffing, made one final lunge, grabbing a handful of the tan canvas fabric. She froze in place, a look of horror on her face. “Whoa, April, you ok??” Milo asked, concerned, still twisted around in his seat. “You don’t look so good.” “I—“ she began softly, looking down as she slowly righted herself, a deep pink blush rising from her chest to her forehead. She held the bag out to Milo without looking up, and mumbled something so softly no one could hear the words over the cacophony of random car horns chorusing around them. “Sorry?” Milo asked. “I HAVE TO PEE!” April bellowed, finally looking up to meet Milo’s surprised gaze. She felt Harper stiffen beneath her. “I’ve had to pee since we left but I thought it’d be a short drive and we’re already behind schedule and you both have been so nice I didn’t want to waste more time, but then we hit traffic and then it got worse, and we three—“ she gestured to herself, Harper and Milo”—had all those terrible IPAs while we were packing, and when I reached for your bag a little came out and now I’m about to piss on my boyfriend in the back seat of a someone’s car who I just met today and I’m… so…. SORRY!!” she wailed, tossing the bag at Milo and covering her teary eyed face in her hands. The car fell silent, the only sounds being April crying quietly and the ever present heavy traffic noises outside. Harper wrapped his arms around April and hugged her tenderly, kissing the back of her neck. “Well, guess I’m not the only one then,” Nova said finally, laughing wryly and running a hand through their hair. April looked up, sniffling, her honey brown eyes meeting their green ones in the mirror. “Look, I know we just met, but things happen,” Nova continued, expression softening. “If you need to piss in my car then you need to piss in my car. It’s not ideal, but also, you know, crying and being in pain isn’t ideal either. Worse, really.” Nova moved one hand down over their sweatpants and grabbed themself firmly, wiggling in their seat. They looked over to Milo and said “Sorry I’ve been such a pain with the horn. I’ve had to piss so bad and sitting here isn’t making it any easier. Thanks to April’s honestly at least I can hold myself now, shit.” They scrunched up their forehead in concentration and stared ahead, rocking gently in their seat. Milo reached over and rubbed Nova’s arm gently. “Spiro?” He asked, dryly. “The one and only. Bitch,” Nova huffed, squeezing themself tighter. “If I may,” Harper’s muffled voice spoke up from the back. “My camping gear is in one of these boxes. I’m pretty sure my bear canister is in there and it’s 5 liters. Could be a useful solution?” He gently squeezed April’s shoulders in encouragement. “Also? I’m gonna need to pee soon as well. Damn IPAs.” “Make that four of us, then,” Milo sighed from the front seat, tensing his thighs as far together as he could given the fern between them. “Also, what’s a bear canister?” “Large heavy-duty plastic container to seal food and toiletries and anything a bear would want to eat inside while you’re backpacking,” Harper replied happily. “And waterproof. Which is helpful for us now, but in reverse!” April’s tears had slowed down and as she rubbed her face with the back of her hand she started giggling quietly, which quickly caught on with the other three as they all began laughing at how ridiculous their situation was. “How did we do this so badly?” Nova cackled, grimacing as laughter jostled their bladder. “Four people desperate to pee, stuck in traffic for an hour and half, pinned in by the contents of an apartment with the best hope to fucking piss in a bear canister and hope no one around us looks over at the exact worst time.” Milo was giggling uncontrollably into the leaves of the fern, Harper and April collapsed together in the back, April’s hands now firmly gripping herself over her shorts to prevent more leaks as they all laughed and laughed. “Thanks, y’all,” April finally said with a sigh when they began calming down. “I’m still very embarrassed but feeling better I’m not alon—“ She gasped quickly and sat upright. Harper felt a small moment of warmth on his right thigh, and his dick twitched in response. He hated seeing his girl in pain and discomfort, but something about this situation was turning him on. Focus, dude, he thought, Not the time! But he couldn’t help feeling pinned down in the most delicious way, stuck between two piles of boxes and his writhing girlfriend on his lap, gasping and moaning with the fear of letting go all over him, warmth seeping into his shorts and the cushion below. He shook his head quickly and rubbed her back. “Ok, time to find that canister,” he said, looking around at the box labels. April just whimpered in response and held herself as tight as she could. Milo and Harper quickly stopped laughing, looks of concern on their faces at their new friend’s predicament, the air around the group sobering up just like the passengers with those IPAs long in the past. The reality of their situation was starting to creep in. If they didn’t find a viable option soon things were about to get very wet. “Ah ha!” Harper said, pointing to the second box down on his right side with the word GEAR written on it. “There’s my camping supplies. Ok, how to get it out….?” April turned her head and started calculating how this was going to go. Her face paled. “I’m going to have to move these boxes around, aren’t I,” she said quietly. “Are there no other options? Any water bottles available? I’ll take anything!” “No, none of us brought any water or drinks,” Milo said sadly. “Could you hop out and move them maybe?” April asked him, but Nova was already shaking their head and answered, “Nope, this traffic is too touch and go and I’m in the left most lane, we can’t be sure if we’d stay still long enough to sort through your stuff without causing more of a ruckus. I don’t want to deal with angry drivers as four queer people today, especially with two of us being trans. Even in LA.” “Yeah, you’re right,” April agreed, and groaned as she felt how heavy her bladder was pressing downward. “Ok! I can do this. I have to do this. Harp? You need to hold me while I’m looking otherwise I’m going to go, I’m so close.” Harper quickly assisted, moving his hands over hers and pressing into her vulva. She moved her hands away and turned quickly to pick up the first box on her right. As she exerted herself, though, another spurt found its way out of her, warming Harper’s hand. “No!” April gasped, “Baby, you gotta hold me harder, zip down my shorts! Now!” He quickly did as he was told, unbuttoning the jean shorts pulled tight against her extended abdomen and zipping her luscious belly free. Another stream escaped just as Harper pressed his fingers to the outside of her black underwear, shivering slightly at how warm and wet it felt as her hot pee ran over his fingers. His dick was definitely getting hard now. He hoped she wouldn’t notice. April was mortified… and horny as fuck. She could feel Harp’s fingers pressed to her pussy lips, just below her throbbing clit, and it felt electric to realize how little control she had over her body right now, how wrong it felt to piss on her lover’s hand, and how much she’d actually love nothing more than to let go and flood her clothes and his lap. But this wasn’t her car and she didn’t want to impose any more on Nova and Milo after all they had done to help them move. So she braced herself and picked up the top box once again, saying “Milo, can you hold this please?” and handed it to him. He twisted around and looked like he was concentrating hard to grab the box with his legs wide open. “Yep, no problem,” he said with a strained voice. “I’m hurrying!” April said and quickly moved back and ripped open the top of the camping gear box. Thank god we didn’t use tape, she thought as she rifled through the contents and found what she was looking for: A large 5L heavy blue plastic cylinder with a wide mouth covered by a flat twist lid. “Got it!” The others cheered as she closed the gear box up and received the other one back from Milo to toss on top. She almost didn’t care that she leaked again, the longer spurt spilling over Harper’s fingers and soaking through to her boyfriend’s khaki shorts below, because she was about to finally let it all go. “Alright, Harp, let’s trade,” she said quickly, moving her hands to her sopping wet crotch. As Harper’s hands left her pussy, though, a strong jet of pee shot out of her tired body before she could place her own hands there, spurting through her clenched fingers and pooling in his lap. “NO!” She moaned, trying to stop the flow. “Masturbate!” Milo commanded suddenly, eyes wide as he watched the piss flowing through April's fingers, unabashed in his gaze. They were all well past being embarrassed in this intimate space together, unified in their shared desperation. “It’ll help you hold!” “Don’t mind if I do,” Nova moaned from the driver’s seat and they started rhythmically rubbing the firm mound between their legs. April quickly started swirling her middle finger over her clit, a thin layer of soaked underwear the only thing between them, as more liquid thundered its way out of her. “Hearing her piss is making this so much harder for me to stay dry.” “It’s working!” April gasped as her stream finally slowed and stopped. “How did you know it would?” Nova and Milo exchanged wry, knowing grimaces. “I hold often out in public,” Milo finally said, “Especially if I forget my piss dick at home. Not being able to stand to pee in men’s bathrooms makes me feel really exposed, I don’t always present as cis and someone could get suspicious of me in a stall.” He watched April’s head tilt back and a flush flood her face that had nothing to do with embarrassment. He tried squeezing his legs together again and groaned in frustration at the potted plant between them that was preventing him relief. His hand found its way down to his dick and he started palming himself, slowly, over his shorts. “I, uh, am also into piss play, so desperation is often my goal.” “I can see why,” April sighed happily, continuing to swirl her finger around and around her clit. She felt full and about to burst again but touching herself was keeping it at bay. “Sorry about the mess, Harp.” “Don’t you dare say sorry,” Harper growled from beneath her, grinding his stiff cock into her ass, one hand slick with her fluids holding on to the empty bear canister. April gasped in delight. “This is so hot, holy fuck.” His lap was sopping wet from April’s shower, it had flooded over and run down the outside of his thighs into the seat below. He felt so degraded to be pissed on, helpless, not able to move out of the way. He wanted more. The invisible wall they hadn’t realized they were approaching was finally upon them. Two couples, writhing in desperation together in a car, were touching and grinding and moaning in a growing wave of passion and pleasure. They could either stop now and just focus on relieving themselves and laugh about it as platonic friends later, or they could all push through the wall and see where the path led to on the other side. Everyone’s heart was racing at the possibilities before them. Nova and Milo locked eyes and grinned wildly, and April turned her head to witness the lust in Harper’s piercing blue eyes. “You ok with where this is going?” Harper whispered, and April nodded YES vigorously. “You?” She responded breathlessly as she continued to stroke herself, the soft sopping sound audible to everyone in the car. In answer, Harper raised his voice and said “Nova, Milo… wanna get freaky?” “I thought you’d never ask, hon,” Nova said with a wicked grin, putting the car in park and feeling grateful the traffic was stopped for now, their pace increasing as they touched themself and Milo moaned in agreement, sticking his hand down his shorts and underwear to stroke his dick directly with two fingers, one on either side, and let a thin trickle of pee escape and soak into his dry—for now—boxers.

Public Desperation Pee and Masturbation in Mens Grey Boxers View File Peeing and masturbating in her boyfriend's grey boxers without him knowing. 😈 ALL CREDITS GO TO: https://www.pornhub.com/model/robinag45 Submitter WettingMaster Submitted 03/06/2023 Category Female