Search the Community

Hello everyone 🙂 i promised in my last topic this i would make another topic introducing my self within 24 hours so here i am. I'm 23 Male straight From the UK skinny with long brown hair and blue eyes most times I'm wearing a bandanna, long tight fit T-shirt with leggings or tights and a pair of converse. goth/metalhead into holding and wetting's such as car desperation and holding challenges and more. Anyone else from the UK? think I've only ever seen 2-3 people from my country on here. also tomorrow I'm going to try and post another story on here. feel free to look and my other story's and topics as well 🙂 🙂 🙂

So I recently posted a couple stories about times I almost—or kinda did—piss myself as a teen. For those interesting, here is the camp experience, and here is the band experience. Now, unfortunately, I don't have too many more stories that involve that same sort of clutch, last minute making it, at least none that I can remember. However, I do have a few other unique events that have happened in my life, and this is one of my fondest. This one happened around the same time as the other two, though maybe a year or so earlier. This was probably my first experience with peeing in my clothes with the exception of a few 'experimental' things when I was younger and minor leaks right after pissing, and likely my first time in years actually losing control of my bladder. A truly humbling experience lol. Back in the day I used to live in a trailer park. Picture Beverly Hills, but marginally shittier. I was still too young to know how shitty, though, so it really wasn't all that bad. Also living in that park was a little girl several years younger than me—maybe 8 or so? In any case, she was young enough to annoy me, but not so young that I could always get out of hanging out with her. I wouldn't have minded so much if she hadn't tormented me the way she did lol. The worst thing by far, though, was her always trying to peep on me, specifically when I went to the bathroom. Like I said, I lived in a trailer park, and it wasn't fancy there. The doors were all very thin and cheap and sometimes the knobs broke off, and not everybody there could afford to fix them (or they fixed them themselves to... varying levels of success lol). I didn't know how to get her to stop, and none of the adults would help me, so pitifully enough I would actually hold my piss sometimes because I didn't want to be hanging out with her when I peed. One day I did this until I had to go quite bad. Piss wasn't dribbling down my legs or anything, but I was worried that if I got jostled or pushed the wrong way some could maybe come out—or a lot could maybe come out. The last thing I wanted in the world was a repeat of my very embarrassing accident at five, and I really didn't want to pee my pants in front of a girl several years younger than me. So I excused myself, told her not to follow me, and rushed off to the toilet. I went into the bathroom, positioned the towel that was used to block the open door-knob hole (I did say varying degrees of success), and hurried to the toilet. I pulled my thing out and aimed, but didn't piss yet. It felt like it was about to burst out, but I could hear her. Like I said, it was a trailer, I heard her steps when she approached the bathroom door. Sure enough I saw the towel beginning to move. I put my thing away and did a quick dance before she managed to get it to fall, revealing myself to her. I told her to go away and repositioned the towel again. I waited for a few moments. I asked her if she was still there. There was no response, but again, trailer, I never heard her walk away. I eventually got fed up with barely keeping my pee in while prancing around like an excited fawn and decided this was getting absurd. What was I? A five year old? She seemed to be unwilling to move without at least getting to hear me, and while that made me very uncomfortable, it was better than going to a different trailer to find my mom and tell her in front of her friends (most of which were males) that I couldn't handle this 8 year girl and that I really had to piss and that if she didn't do something fast I was gonna piss my pants. There wasn't time for all of that anyway. I was like, 11, had a full bladder, and was standing in front of a toilet. Walking back out of the bathroom was not an option. I had to go. So figured 'fine, let her hear me.' I rushed back toward the toilet, pulled my thing out, and within two seconds I was pissing hard and fast and nearly moaning with relief, but only a few seconds into it, I heard something by the door. The towel was moving again. I gasped and looked down at my exposed member. I looked at the towel, back at my member, and then back at the towel again, which in just a few, short, very relieving seconds, had been nearly jostled free. So I did the only thing I could do. I quickly stopped my stream and put my thing back in my pants. I'd never done that before, so in my mind the stream would just stop, no problem. Well it wasn't that simple. I was overwhelmed with a painful sensation I'd never felt before, with this sudden, immediate, overwhelming pressure. I'd made a mistake, and if I didn't quickly correct that mistake, it was going to fix itself right on the tile floor. I pulled my thing back out and immediately started to spray a high-powered jet of piss into the bowl. And then the towel, the only thing protecting me from the eyes of an 8 year old girl, dropped to the floor. In my panic, I stopped my stream a second time. I had to. Was I supposed to let her see my dick? Absolutely not. But this time the pain was even worse. I pulled my pants up over my penis to hide it from view, which worked great, she couldn't see a thing— but what didn't work great was the stream stopping part. Somehow, I did manage to make it stop, but within a couple seconds the pressure was just too great. It was an unfathomable thought for me at the time, it was not only the most impossible scenario, but one of my most dreaded. But, all that aside, it was unavoidable. It was happening. I was wetting my pants. I looked down in shock. I grabbed myself through my pants and tried to pinch my member closed, but the piss wasn't just dribbling out. I'd exploded. It was shooting out with force, and no matter of pinching could stop that for longer than an instant. I don't know what the material was, but my favorite pants back in those days were very comfy, but also very... crinkly? They sounded a bit like a soft aluminum foil being crushed into a ball. Kinda like a diaper, actually! Though, I quickly found out they didn't absorb like a diaper lol.... In retrospect, I'm not really sure why I had no underwear on, but I had to have been going commando, because the piss shot against the pants, soaking the front thigh area of one side in an instant. The wet fabric and overflowing piss twinkled in the light, hitting the pants so hard I could hear it. I actually heard piss hiss against the material of my pants. So I panicked again. My penis wasn't responding to me at all; the piss wasn't going to stop flowing at any point before pure catastrophe. I knew in an instant that it was either in my pants or in the toilet and let myself be seen. My brain chose the later. I pulled my cock out and flung the bursting trail of piss into the toilet. I looked over at her and found she'd already ran away, and I thanked God for it. To this day I'm not sure if I'd have gotten too embarrassed if she'd continued to watch and had tried to put my thing away, only to lose control a third time and flood the floor. But she was gone now, and I could pee in peace—in relative peace. But of course, the damage was already done. The door-knob hole was open, so I was constantly looking back at it to make sure she wasn't peeking again. There was no way I could stop my stream again after all that to plug it back up, even with my bladder half emptied now. If I even tried to stop it I'd probably just slow the stream down for a moment, only for it to burst out even worse a moment later. I was locked in. I wasn't sure how much she knew. She probably suspected something, but she was 8. She'd seen me look down, seen me grab myself, had probably waited around long enough to see me whip out my already pissing cock, but... well, she might not have realized. At least not known the full extent of my... accident. And while I did deny it as a kid, looking back I think it is fair to call that an accident, at least of sorts. In any case, she never brought it up, and I refused to hangout with her for some time after that, much to her dismay. I was too embarrassed to tell anyone about my wet pants, and changing would have brought up questions, so I just kinda... kept them on lol. I could feel a big wet spot on the side of my leg whenever I took a step, like, a big one, probably the size of a couple softballs, but the pants were black. They only looked wet in direct light, and once they dried a bit, they didn't really shimmer much anymore. I went back to playing and did whatever I could to get them to dry—which was really just buy time. But yeah, that's all I remember! Hope you all enjoyed it more than I did....

@Super awesome requested me to write about this and I felt like I should post it Well I was pretty young when this happened.... I was fully potty trained and I never had any trouble so for me to wet myself as a kid seemed uncommon xD. Either way I was 4 years old i think and was at my mom's friend's daughter's birthday. Usual situation, kids play outside in the backyard, moms talking in the living room. ( Now for context, my mom's friends house is HUUUGE so their living room was upstairs and across from where the door to the backyard was...) Most of the time I spent playing is now fuzzy... but I remember I on a double sided swing with one of my friends and I felt that familiar feeling... so I get up and go to the big door and pull........ It was locked Me, my innocent mind, and my little bladder spent a good five minutes knocking and pulling on the door hoping it would bulge or for one of the parents to unlock it, but to no avail. I went back to the double sided swings and I was almost in tears telling my friend about it and he tried to help me but still nothing worked... and after a few more minutes my bladder gave in. Surprisingly, from what I remember, not a lot of kids noticed. Since I didn't what else to do, I went back to play and just waited until somehow I could inside. Ironically my mom was the one who opened the door and I explained that the door was locked. She apologized and thankfully her friend was kind enough to lend me an extra pair of pants. That's about it cause that's all I remember xD ~ ❤️

“Kagami!!!!!!!!” Little Kaneki shouted running up and hugging her brother after he just got home from playing one of the Kings. “Woah hey hey! Kaneki, Just don’t hug me so tight, I just played one of the Kings so I’m super sore” He spoke in English since his sister was still learning Japanese and could barely speak it. Kaneki frowned thinking she had done something wrong and hurt her brother, of course Kagami took notice immediately. “Hey sport don’t sweat it you didn’t know so I don’t mind.” He said ruffling her red/brownish fluffy hair. “Ok...Do you want ice-cream big brother?” Kaneki asked softly. “That would be great little sis” he grinned stupidly “I’ll get changed whilst your at it” Kagami spoke before gently and tiredly running into his room to change. Kagami looked in the mirror ‘I never realized how different I am around her...’ he thought looking through the door at Kaneki who was happily working away in the kitchen a bright smile on her small chubby face as she grabbed the Ice-cream and took out the bowls gently scooping out the Ice-Cream before going to get toppings. Kagami smiled as he closed the door and got changed fairly quickly, shoving his outfit onto a hanger and putting on his pyjama’s. Kaneki took out a bunch of toppings her happy grin now gone as her cheeks tinted bright red and she began to jiggle about slightly, she put the bowls on the living room table and sat down before flicking the tv on hoping to take her mind off things...Kagami walked in and slumped down onto the couch swiftly taking the bowl as he sat down. “So what’s this program?” Kagami asked and Kaneki waved her hands about as she took the spoon out of her mouth. “Miku Hatsune Concert Live” She simply replied a light grin on her face as she wriggled a little in her seat... Kagami nodded understanding that it was something she wanted to try since she was learning Japanese. They continued to watch Tv for the next 20 minutes or so and beads of sweat began to run down Kaneki’s face as her cheeks burned a deep red, her whole body was aching and not a single part of her body wasn’t throbbing. She didn’t speak a word fearing she would be a bother to her brother, she shook violently. As she got a shock down her spine she felt her small body relax a little before tensing. ‘I oh um should I go? But I don’t want to um bother big brother’ Kaneki contemplated but she relaxed without noticing and she felt her area get a bit damp. ‘No...’ she thought softly put a hand down her area. Kagami looked at her then looked back to the Tv again, It was normal for her, this was the way she would always sit it’s a bit weird but Kagami shrugged it off. Kaneki looked about in panic feeling the dampness grow, she got small tears in her eyes as the body of Kaneki came on full blast and by this point her face was buried in her hands. Kagami heard her small whimpers and he looked to her, “I-I I’m sowwy big brother I thought I got past this phase” she cries sniffling. Kagami could see her upset and he hugged her tightly not even caring if he got wet. “It’s not your fault kiddo! You can just try another week of them alright? Only when you feel ready we can try again” Kagami spoke gently cradling his younger sister. Kaneki continued to sniffle and shake as it ran softly yet quickly down her legs. The usual grey colour turned a soggy dark as it grew and grew causing them to glisten. “Come on let’s get you cleaned up” Kagami said lifting Kaneki up as she finished, resting her on his side as she cried softly and once more Kagami did not care for the dampness. Kagami carried her to the bathroom and set her on her feet. “Alright I will be back” He spoke before leaving the room and no later returning with clean pyjama’s and a small box with a surprise for Kaneki. He set the clothes and box to the side before softly pulling down her trousers and taking off her top, the next step he took was removing her panties and instead he put on a nappy. “Just try this again for another week ok?” he said reassuring his sister who nodded in response her hand rubbing her still teary eye as she softly whimpered and sniffled. See one of Kaneki’s problems was that she had a very small and weak bladder so of course she couldn’t help needing to go very quickly. "Let's get you to bed you look tired" he said putting on her clean clothes and carrying her off to bed now that she had stopped crying and sniffling. He lay her down softly and tucked her in leaving her to sleep which she did fairly quickly anyway...

So in this topic I would like to share one of my first and simultaneously dumbest omorashi experience. This story took place when I was 12 years old. I just recently - not longer than a year - discovered the joy of wetting myself. It was summer and I was heading with the family to the pool. We were all laying in those typical plastic sun loungers, by the side of the pool enjoying the hot weather. Some time later I felt an urge to pee. A naughty thought crossed my mind... How about going to the bathroom, but letting it go in my swimming shorts instead? Sounded like a plan to me! I excused myself and went looking for a bathroom. Eventually, I found the bathrooms at the opposite side of the pool. I stepped into a stall, I spread my legs a little, closed my eyes and relaxed... I felt the boxerbriefs I wore underneath my boardshorts getting warm and wet. The wetness spread to my boardshorts and my legs. I could feel a puddle forming at my feet. Gosh, what a feeling! I opened my eyes and looked down. To my horror, it was completely obvious what I had done. My red boardshorts were soaking wet between my legs and in the crotch area. Somehow, I expected it not to show on the boardshorts. What was I thinking?! How I could I be this dumb! I did not think this through, AT ALL. My heartrate raised rapidly as I started to panic. What do I do? What do I do? How am I ever going to hide this? Right outside the bathroom is the toddler pool with lots of mothers, i.e. witnesses. What do I tell my family? Shit, shit, shit! Not good... I figured there was only one thing I could do. Jump in the pool to erase the evidence. On my way back to the pool, I still had to pass the mothers at the toddler pool. I unlocked the stall and I made a run for it. I ran past the mothers, leaving some wet footprints on the asphalt from the puddle I stood in. No strange looks. So far so good! I continued running and immediately dived in the pool upon arrival. As I swam towards my family I analysed my surroundings. No one appeared to be paying attention to me. I sighed of relief. I did it. I hid my very public wetting and knew I had to become much more careful from now on. So this is the first time I described one of my wetting experiences. If you guys have any feedback it will be very much appreciated. Like I said, this was incredibly dumb. I still feel bad for whoever had to clean up that puddle in the stall. It was also the first and last time I did something this bold.

There's only been two events in my life where I've come so close to having an accident that I actually wet myself a bit. (This is obviously excluding the one time I actually did genuinely lose control of my bladder around 5.) Here I will relate the first 'close call,' though ultimately whether this constitutes as an accident or as a close call is up to you. To me, it is a bit of both. I was in grade school at the time, so I couldn't have been older than 11 or 12. I went to camp with a friend, stayed with him in the same cabin and even had some of the same activities together. He was the only reason I made it in, since I was a year or two below their minimum age. I've always been a tiny bit shy, nothing major, but being the youngest kid there made me a bit more bashful, especially in any situation that involved a lot of kids. Well, on the last day of camp we had a big ritual to commemorate our time there. There was a crazy amount of hype surrounding it from both the counselors and the other, more experienced kids. I remember a good amount of organizing, confusion, and time leading up to the actual start of it—namely, the bonfire. Plenty of kids were complaining about how long it was taking, about how they didn't want to wait until nightfall for it to begin. I didn't mind, though, we had snacks in the meantime, and I was enjoying my soda. So much so that I had a second, and chased that with some water. When the bonfire was finally lit, they lined all of us up and led us out into the field to sit around it. At this point, I'd been too shy to go use the toilet, so I kind of had to pee. It wasn't bad, but I could feel it. I was starting to regret all that soda. But hey, no big deal, right? I could just ask to go pee any time. Sure, we were pretty far away from any facilities and it was night, but it was only an open field, and I'd never truly be out of sight. No problem. But then, between instructions and directions for the incoming kids, there was the announcement that there would be no bathroom breaks until the end of the ceremony. Not just until the end of the bonfire, but the entire ceremony. I wasn't even aware there was anything after the bonfire, since they'd deliberately kept everything a secret and had told the senior campers to do the same. They'd wanted it to be a surprise for the first years, and while some of it had slipped out—like the bonfire—they had been mostly successful. Successful enough to surprise me, at least. I waited for that one voice to append that there were no bathrooms unless it was an emergency, but... that voice never came. They told us multiple times, each with increasing annoyance that nobody could go. At this point, I was getting nervous, and the nervousness was making it both harder to hold and making my bladder fill faster. I kicked my leg a bit, the growing pressure in my lower stomach a constant annoyance now. During the bonfire, I remembered telling one of the female counselors that I had to pee. She asked me if it was an emergency and explained that if I couldn't wait, she'd have to get someone to escort me to the nearest bathroom. She told me, however, that it wouldn't be much longer, maybe ten more minutes. I told her nevermind. I was a bit worried, but I didn't want to disgrace myself with the theatrics. After all, I was a 12 year old boy—I could hold it a little longer, surely ten more minutes at least? Honestly, I was just being paranoid I'd piss my pants again. I spent the next ten minutes thinking about how dumb it was that I needed an escort on the camp. I also thought about how dumb it was that there was no plan in case someone had to go, and about how they'd given us absolutely no way to plan ahead of time to avoid this exact scenario. I spent the ten minutes after that wondering how much longer the bonfire was going to be, and the five minutes after that wondering why she'd lied to me. When the bonfire finally ended, if I wasn't 'dying,' then I wasn't far from it. My bladder was definitely full. So full that I was reminded of it every other second. So full my legs had grown close together and they'd kicked up and down in desperate anticipation. So full I'd considered multiple times asking one of the counselors or admins to escort me to the bathroom. Too full to be squirming around in a field with a camp full of older boys all around me. We lined up, which took an obnoxious amount of time, but it was indeed a camp full of unruly boys. Then we walked back at a mind-numbingly slow speed. I'd hoped deep down they'd take us back to our cabins afterward, but we were heading for the cafeteria now. At least there are bathrooms there, I thought. At this point, standing up to walk almost made me leak, and every step made my body echo with the urge. But I'd make it. I'd walk in that bathroom and take one of the longest and most satisfying pisses of my life... but I wouldn't piss my pants and that's what mattered. They led us to just outside the cafeteria, under the attached pavilion. They sat us down in a big circle, and I eyed the outside bathrooms every chance I got. When I saw the first kid make a dash for it, my heart lept. I remember thanking God that I didn't have to hold it until the end of the ceremony after all, because I was really beginning to wonder if I could or not. A few other kids did this, and finally a counselor came and told us the bathrooms were off limits until the end. My heart sank at first, and I remember thinking about how this was absolute madness and hating myself for not going sooner, but I saw another kid talking to an admin a few minutes later. He made a dash for the toilet. Then another kid. And then some kids who didn't even ask to go. I was relieved that the rule wasn't being enforced. I didn't want to be one of the 'bad' kids who just up and walked to the toilet in sheer defiance, so I put my hand in the air and waited extremely patiently for one of the counselors to finally take notice of me and come over. When one did, I politely asked to use the bathroom, and was denied. In shock, I asked why, since the other kids were going. I was told they weren't supposed to be, and would probably get in trouble for it. I was told it was almost over anyway, and that was the end of that. The moment the counselor walked away, I immediately regretted not insisting on it, telling him it was an emergency and that I couldn't wait. But I'd been too shocked. I'd been so ready for a yes that the no left me flabbergasted, and that combined with my natural shyness and young age made me clam up. So I sat there in the circle, my face getting hot from how badly I had to piss. I was sitting criss-cross like everybody else, which was an easier position to hold it in, but all the benefits of it were getting overshadowed by the last bits of soda making its way through me, and by how exhausted my full bladder was. I kept looking back at the toilet, debating on whether or I should put my hand up and do the right thing, to insist it was an emergency regardless of how embarrassing that would be to do, or to just get up and go and hope nothing was done about it. Finally, when I reached my limit and felt like I was dangerously close to leaking, when I felt my hand getting ready to jut up into the air, the last candle was lit, laid out, and we were told to stand. I was overwhelmed with a lot of different emotions in the following moments. There was the feeling of doubt that I'd been too slow, that I was too late; the feeling of anticipation and hope that they'd either dismiss us or lead us back to our cabins; then there was the shock of standing. I could barely keep it in while sitting down; I'd felt it on edge the entire time, to the point I'd been fearing a single sneeze would have meant damp briefs, but with my stomach tight now and all my piss being pulled downward, it took everything I had to keep from just pissing my shorts right there. We walked around a bit and looked at the candles, admiring how they spelled out the name of the camp—though at this point I wasn't capable of doing much admiring. And then finally, when that was done, we were lined up and led back to our cabins. But of course it couldn't be that simple. We had to keep stopping at every cabin, so all the kids could be pulled from the line and situated and accounted for before we would move forward again. My cabin was close to the back. I was leaning forward now. I wasn't sure how obvious it was, but I had a hand in my pocket to help hold out for the last stretch. The kid behind me asked me if I had to piss. I admitted I did. He told me he did too, and the kid in front of me agreed. I was happy they were being nice, and that helped relieve my fears a bit, but it was embarrassing I had to go so bad that I couldn't hide it, and I was terrified I was actually going to lose control for the first since I was 5—and that a lot of people were going to see it happen. As we moved closer to my cabin, I start having waves of desperation. They were getting worse and worse, and finally I had one that made my muscles flinch, and the moment they relaxed, a momentary line of piss dribbled out into my briefs. I'd actually leaked. Not from sneezing or from laughing, nor was it leftover piss from having peed earlier. I actually pissed a little because my bladder was too full. And there was nothing stopping more from coming soon. This was no tiny amount, either. It was no 'burst,' but it was enough so that piss leaked through my briefs and through the liner of my pockets, coating my fingers in my own shockingly warm urine. When I released my wet crotch, I could actually rub my fingers together and feel the piss. I'd actually peed through my underwear. It was a strangely ticklish thought, tantalizing in some deep, difficult to understand way, but an overwhelmingly horrifying concept all the same.. I managed to hold it until we got to the cabin without another leak. Of course the first thing my shy, young self had to hear was about how badly my other four bunk-mates had to piss. So while one dashed for the toilet, one lined up, and the other two went to their beds and waited patiently. I went to my bed and did the same. The whole time I sat there I felt my muscles tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing. If I wasn't extremely careful, I'd not only leak, but I'd full force piss my pants, all over my bed. On one hand I was no longer around 'trillions' of older boys, but on the other, I was around the kids I'd be spending the rest of my camp time with, one of which was the friend who'd gotten me in here, who would always have this memory etched into his mind. To him, I wouldn't just be the poor, anonymous kid who pissed his shorts at camp; I'd be the friend next door who 'pissed himself that one time.' The first kid finished, and then the second, and then like an idiot I waited for the third. By all rights I should have been right along with them complaining when we walked in the door. I should have told them that if I didn't get to go first, I was going to fucking explode. By all rights I should have told them I was leaking, made a dash for that toilet, and pissed without even closing the door. Buuuut, I waited. I regretted the third, and sat there not sure if I was going to make it. Not sure if I'd be able to hold it until I stood, and not sure if I'd be able to hold it when I stood. So when the third came out, I walked toward the door before the fourth had a chance to go. Actually, I think I moved toward the door before he even opened it, that I actually stood there for a few desperate, clutch moments waiting for him to emerge. I was truly at my limit now. Whether or not I had an accident actually hinged on whether or not this other boy came out in time. It was literally up to him if I pissed my pants or not. When it was finally my turn, I slid inside, closed the door calmly, whipped around toward the toilet and darted toward it. Piss began dribbling out of me. In the second it took for me to make it to the toilet, the dribbling turned into a delicate stream that rapidly warmed my briefs. I undid the button of my shorts with deft, desperate hands, lowered my shorts and briefs the bare minimum needed, and then pulled out my already pissing privates If I had managed to get my thing out before I'd started pissing full speed, then it is safe to say it was pissing full speed the moment that stream was hitting the toilet water. The euphoria of that moment defied words. I could hear them talking about me outside the bathroom, about how fast I'd started pissing and about how I must have 'really needed to go' and how I should have said something. I blushed at this, as well as from other things. I looked down and saw the large wet patch in my briefs. It extended down below my testicles, further than I could see from my current angle. I could also feel fresh dampness down by my thighs, further than my briefs extended. When I finished pissing, I pulled my wet underwear back up and shuddered as the large wet stain pressed cold against my warm flesh. Then I pulled up my pants and felt the slightest wetness against the sides of my legs. I examined the brown shorts. They were a tiny bit wet by the thighs and there was a droplet or two that had extended down a leg, but fortunately that wouldn't be visible in the dark cabin. I managed to make it back to my bed without anybody knowing—though I'm sure they suspected at least a bit. Every step remained me of what had happened, and every time I moved in bed that night I felt wet cotton rub against my genitals. I feel asleep wondering how things could have gone. About what would have happened if I'd drank a bit more water or, god forbid, another soda. About what would have happened if I'd sneezed or if I'd been pushed by somebody. Most of my thoughts, I reasoned, would have ended well. That if I'd drank more, for instance, I'd have had to go worse, and would have been more pushy to piss when we were sitting in the circle. One of the worst case scenarios I pictured—that was still within reason—was the third boy taking extra long in the bathroom. I wondered how bad an extra second would have been. An extra two seconds. If he'd been in there an extra ten, would I have lost control in front of the door? I shifted again and felt the cold moisture of my briefs rub against me. I told myself I'd almost pissed myself, that it'd been a 'close call,' but I knew deep down a close call didn't do it justice. Every time I moved I was reminded of the truth. I'd lost control of my bladder and basically had an accident at camp. I'd just been lucky enough to get away with it.

Hello everyone. I know I'm still pretty new to this forum despite being here for more than a few months by now I think. I've tried to post some things to really get myself in here, but now I have an Idea that I think many people would like. In this thread, I'm going to structure my fiction like an adventure game, and anyone who is interested can suggest commands for the character to take on, and whichever are the more popular ones among the other readers, I will issue that command to the character and the story will play out for a while. I will try to keep this to a more worksafe type story, but if anyone suggests something that I would allow, and it does happen to be NSFW, I'll see what I can do. The story will start with a 9-13 year old boy in a very strict boarding school, where there will be very few chances to go to the bathroom, and rules with consequences that involve missing your next break or being forbidden from the bathroom until the next morning! If enough people seem interested, I will surely begin writing. If you're interested, please reply with how old you think the boy should be: 9,10,11,12, or 13!

Amateur stuff that I found times ago in my Pornhub's wanderings. Love this girl so much: she's young, sexy, hot, has a lot a of freckles on her body (slurp) and loves to pull her panties aside to pee before exploding. As always a big-ass WARNING: there is nudity in most of the videos (especially her goochie poking out her beautiful panties while she relieves herself). Here's the link to her Pornhub page: here! Thumbail pics covered by moi (regarding the sensibilty of someone). First pee of the day.mp4 10.2 MB Baby did a bad thing.mp4 14.1 MB Subbcumbing to female desperation. Pissing all over the floor.mp4 19.2 MB First pee of the day!.mp4 8.6 MB Desperate morning piss outside.mp4 37.3 MB Outdoor pee.mp4 37.3 MB Bath time makes me pee.mp4 17.5 MB Knee high socks, yoga pants, outdoor pee.mp4 27.5 MB Sexy bathroom room pee.mp4 3.5 MB Panty pee by naughty girl.mp4 7.6 MB Naughty girl pees while in timeout.mp4 9.5 MB Desperate girl pees in shower.mp4 19.3 MB

Recent finds on Pornhub: here's the link to her page. No warning added this time, because she doesn't get naked and shows only herself wetting, but really nice :) Desperate Pee in Panties.mp4 25.4 MB Desperate piss in tight shorts.mp4 11.6 MB Desperation Piss Part I.mp4 30.8 MB Trying to hold piss in panties.mp4 18.5 MB

Recent finds: a young lovely girl (she claims to be 19 years old, maybe younger, I don't know) pees on the floor of what appears to be her bathroom, then collects the pee with her hands and rubs it all over her upper body, especially her tits. In the first video she's wearing a cute Frozen PJ, then she strips, pees her panties and get naked to perform her show; finally she masturbates. In the second video she's naked from the start, then she masturbates. Really sexy, hope you like it. WARNING: nudity and masturbation. 19 year old girl pisses panties and Then rubs the piss on her tits.mp4 Pissing and rubbing it all on my body.mp4

View File Babe Wets Her Grey Leggings Ah, my first video I hope you all like it. This is actually my first time wetting myself fully! Beforehand, I was posting on the omo live action thread, you can see what lead up to this there. I didn't go to the bathroom all day so I could really feel how desperate I can get. Btw, yes I am in my pjs have fun! xx Submitter babemeetsworld Submitted 03/24/2016 Category Female Wetting

This happened a few years ago, I was pretty young when it happened so it's sort of a blur, but I'll try to remember as much as I can as I go along. My mom had this boyfriend a couple of years ago who had three kids, two boys and a girl. The girl, Madison, was about my age but she liked my older sister better, so they always hung out. Well one summer, he invited us all to go to Anza with him To meet his parents. It was a two and a half hour drive from where we lived, so I slept most of the way. This experience happened on the third day we were there. His parents had a trampoline that we all liked to jump on, so we spent the day out there. I asked Madi if I could borrow a pair of shoes, to which she said yes and handed me these sparkly slip ons. I loved them, and planned on taking care of them. After lunch, we went back on the trampoline. I knew I had to pee, but I was having so much fun I didn't even care. About half an hour went by before I realized just how badly I had to go. I got off the trampoline and walked inside, holding myself subtly. No one noticed me as I made my way to the bathroom. The door was closed, meaning someone was in there. In my mind, I thought I didn't really need to go that bad. So I put it off to go play in the guest room till the bathroom was open. I sat there, reading books, playing with Barbies, and coloring while holding myself. Since everyone was either outside or in the kitchen (or in the bathroom) I was completely alone. Finally, the bathroom was open. I stood up, held myself tight, and walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was pretty big from what I remember, so the toilet being across the room seemed like 100 miles for me. I closed the door, locked it, and walked over to the toilet. Now, it doesn't take very long to get to the toilet from the door, but in my smaller mind it felt like forever since I really had to go. I remember this part very vividly. I got about halfway to the toilet, basically shuffling, when I started to just pee. I couldn't stop it, my bladder let go. I was two steps from the toilet and tried to hurry, but it was too late. Pee filled my panties and seeped through the cotton, running down my legs and all over Madi's shoes. I watched it happen, the puddle grew as the stream of pee shot out of me. It was loud on the tile floors and echoed through the bathroom. I squatted down slowly in front of the toilet, watching the massive amount of pee pour out of me with absolutely no control over it. It just kept coming out, I felt it spreading to my butt and getting on my shirt. It was warm, and I was completely soaked. I just sat there, completely peeing my panties all over the floor right in front of the toilet. When I was finished, I didn't know what to do. I was in a strangers house, I was young, and I was afraid I'd get in trouble. I don't remember telling my mom, but I remember what I did right after. I just sat down in my puddle, touching my underwear and my clothes, examining the damage. I didn't cry, I didn't try to clean it up, I just sat down. My pink skirt was completely soaked, and my panties had gone translucent. To this day, I still think I enjoyed it too much.

So these both happened in kindergarten. I was sitting at my table. We were playing Heads up 7 up, which is basically where seven people are at the front of the room, everyone else is sitting down. When told, us at the table put our heads down. Each of the seven people tap a person, they stand up after all are picked, they have to guess who tapped them. If they do, they replace said person up front. So this girl, I'll call her Alexis, she was wearing a shirt with ruffles at the bottom, and purple leggings. She had blond curly hair and was very thin. She seemed pretty desperate. She was at the front of the room, and when told to put our heads down, I slowly put mine down to watch her. She kind of wobbled her way around. She picked some person. I put my head up, everyone guessed, nobody guessed her. So, those at the front started saying who they picked. Meanwhile, Alexis was bouncing around, hand in her crotch, when a two second stream started to come out as she was saying who she picked. She stopped it, but another one started. She couldn't stop it, so she yelled, "I have to go to the bathroom!" "Well, go go go go go!" Said the teacher as she must've seen the leak. Alexis half ran half wobbled out. As she did, she was still peeing. I knew there was no way she would make it. I didn't see her for the rest of the day. But, I did see her on the school bus and her pants were soaked. I did a quick sketch of what her pants looked like. • • • • • • • • • • • • • Okay, so for this it was another girl, I'll call her Ashley. She was wearing a white dress with yellow flowers all over it. We were sitting on the carpet, learning about shapes. I was one square (the carpet was divided like a grid, one child per square) diagonal to her. She was squirming a lot. She suddenly shot her hand into her crotch and bent over. She didn't pee, probably just a desperation wave. She slowly raised her hand to go to the bathroom. Unfortunately, (for her, not for me ) everyone had their hand up because we were naming different shapes. She was wiggling and look like she was about to cry. I saw a spurt come out. Then another. Then another. And they kept coming faster and faster until it was a full on stream. She just sat there in shock as she slowly peed herself. She peed for quite a while. The teacher finally called on her and she said "I'm having an accident." as her face turned beet red. The teacher looked at her with a disapproving look. "Okay, have you finished?" "No, it's still coming." So the teacher told her to stand up. She reluctantly did so and when she did, she revealed a giant puddle beneath her. She left the classroom and didn't come back until the next day. • • • • • • • • • • • • • I suspect these girls were into omorashi. For one, they were best friends. And another, Alexis showed everyone on the bus. She was all like: "Hey guys, I almost had a full accident, but I made part of it!" as she showed them her wet pants. And Ashley, she was talking to the bus driver and was like: "Hey Miss Shanon, I had an accident today!!" excitedly. So it's too bad I moved the next year. We could've shared our love for omorashi.