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  1. 33 points
    Hello again, The first video is of my friend wetting her jeans as soon as she lays down. Normally, I just upload one video at a time, because that's how often I get them - but I feel like these videos go very well together, as they are in the same position. The second video is of her wetting her panties, then masturbating afterward. As always, enjoy :) Accidental Jeans wetting.flv Underwear Wetting.flv
  2. 22 points
    Where I’m from, this past Wednesday was a bright and beautiful day. And when I got home from work at 1:30 I smoked a bowl on my porch, fondly reflecting on my experiences the week before. Sharing them with all of you was only a fraction of the fun! Just thinking about flooding my jeans in front of all those people made me want to hop back on the horse! I knew later that day I would head into the city via subway to attend one of my masters classes-- ample opportunity to put on another show. Had I planned better I could have put on two that day but I was too absorbed in my job to fill my bladder earlier. So instead I soaked up some sun, started drinking my cranberry juice, and thought about how I would pull off a public wetting after class! I decided to wear shorts instead of my typical jeans. I’ve never actually wet in any of my shorts before but it wasn’t very difficult to imagine how it would go. The ones I picked out were pretty old— high-waisted and a faded sage green. The legs (which I rolled up) were pretty tight around my thighs and the pants were tight around my butt and crotch area in general. But they’re nice and loose around my waist so overall they were a very comfortable fit! Plus the fabric, especially around its long fly, is soft and thick, making for a very absorbent piece of clothing! And, best of all, they felt great against my bare skin-- I went commando like always to avoid soiling my panties. Besides the shorts, I wore a comfy pair of flats, some high socks (not crazy high—just to the thickest part of my calf), a white crop top and an open, yellow flannel shirt. I’m pretty good at dressing myself as you can tell! For my other public wettings I had gone out with a specific setting and a game plan in mind. For this I wanted to let things unfold organically. The only thing that was off limits for me was wetting before or during class. I don’t really know any of my classmates that well but I do see them once a week so for obvious reasons I didn’t want to embarrass myself. Honestly I wouldn’t mind wetting in front of some of them after class—so long as they’re not people I usually sit next to! Settings of interest were on the street or campus, in the library, or even the subway on the way home. I discovered on my last adventure that people are pretty oblivious, or at least tend to disregard huge, obvious wet spots on your clothing when in passing. And that was when I wore jeans so with a pair of shorts I figured most people probably wouldn’t notice at all! But for the actual event I wanted people to see my helplessness and my hot piss streaming down my legs. That was the loose game plan I formulated. As you can see I left myself a lot of room to improvise! I drank cranberry juice, tea, and I even packed a 1 liter water bottle for myself to drink on the go before it was time to leave. By the time I left my house, I was well past the point where I would have gone to the bathroom. (Although it seems like the average number of times I pee in a toilet has decreased recently). I wasn’t squirming with desperation but there was certainly some mild pressure on my bladder and I found myself tapping my foot every now and then. I packed a change of pants, socks, and shoes in my car so that I could change before my husband saw me when I got home—that way I’d still have to walk around with piss-stained pants until I got off the subway. While riding on the train I remembered the relief I felt the Friday before when I flooded my jeans in front of all those commuters. Thinking about it made me quite aroused! I pulled my shorts up tight and pivoted my weight from leg to leg just to feel the inseam gently brush against my clit. The stimulation also increased my urge to pee and I actually considered letting go for a couple of moments. Looking back, it’s surprising how much confidence my previous experiences have given me! I wasn’t worried or worked up about what people might do if I started wetting myself—everything seemed a lot more predictable. It was a very freeing feeling. If I had to go, I could! But I wanted to hold. I wanted to be bursting! I wanted to put on a spectacular show for some unsuspecting bystanders! So I held steady and took a few sips out of my water bottle. My urge to pee increased significantly by the time I entered my building, walking briskly past the bathrooms. Still devoted to sitting through my class, I rode the elevator up to third floor. (I normally take the stairs but I was in no condition to tackle something like that at this point.) All throughout class I was wiggling my legs and sitting with my hand shoved into my crotch. I didn’t get many notes down on my laptop (I knew I could always just read the chapter to see what the professor was talking about.) My urgency was very swiftly rising and at some points it became unbearable! This is a two-and-a-half hour class, mind you, but it felt longer than it ever has before! I couldn’t get my mind off how a joint would really alleviate the pain (though it wouldn’t make my bladder any stronger!). I finished off the water in my bottle, partly to distract me, but inevitably, of course, it just made my need more pressing. I also started to realize that my restless behavior was drawing the attention of the people around me. Ten minutes before the end of class, it occurred to me that I was nearing my limit. My legs were wiggling, my heel was tapping on the ground, and my hand was firmly cupped around my pussy. I even caught myself tentatively rocking back and forth trying to cope with the unbelievable amount of pressure on my bladder. In hindsight, I think my exploration into this wetting fetish has weakened my ability to hold. I swear I could feel my bladder muscles quivering! I dared myself to let just a little out, knowing full well the likelihood was high that I could end up uncontrollably wetting myself in my seat. With all the composure I could muster, I quietly inhaled some air through my nose, and with a silent shutter, slowly began to exhale. Still tightly holding my crotch, I felt a warm burst of pee through the soft, thick fabric of my shorts. But, realizing all too well that I was doing this right next to people that I occasionally share notes with, I came to my senses before the stream became genuinely uncontrollable. Trying to stop the flow led to intense pelvic agony! My bladder was screaming at me—I’m sure it felt utterly betrayed! But with a firm grip and a stoic poker face, I fought through the pain and ceased my stream. Now it was time to assess the damage. Before I even looked down, I knew a good bit had seeped under my ass. But my legs must have been pretty tight together because the frontal coverage certainly wasn’t insignificant. You could see where my pee had shot along the crease where my legs meet my pelvis. And my crotch was glistening! I quickly scooched my chair forward so I could hide my pee stained shorts underneath the table. I gently removed my hand from my crotch to let some of my hot pee drip off my fingers. I tried not to be conspicuous while glancing around to see if people had noticed. To be fair—I was so lost in my desperation that, even if my neighbors had witnessed my short wetting, I probably would have been oblivious to their gaze. Nobody seemed to be paying me any mind, though. (Or at least they were doing their best to ignore it.) So I focused on my computer screen and endeavored to maintain control until class ended. When class finally did end everyone began ritually packing up. I followed suit, though very slowly. My wet spot was still obvious and, while I knew I’d be walking through campus with it showing, I still didn’t want my neighbors to see. After everybody around me had left, I stood up to make my leave. If you read my last experience on the subway, you may recall a moment where I stood up from a tight leg squeeze and nearly lost control of my bladder. Well, when I stood up gravity hit me in the same way, and I involuntarily and audibly gushed! The base of my fly glistened where urine pooled. I didn’t feel anything drip down my legs yet, but it was making an already obvious stain even more apparent! I plunged my hand back into my crotch to literally hold in the pee, bent my knees together, and scrunched forward. For a second I actually thought that I had prematurely exploded! Thankfully, though, I again regained control and took a few moments to adjust to being upright. Apart from my severely wet crotch, there was a small amount of horizontal spread to my thighs, and, as far as I could feel, a lengthy line of dampness running up center of my ass, the majority of my shorts were still dry. I packed my laptop and threw my bookbag over my shoulder, trying to avoid making eye contact with the people still packing up on the row behind me. Despite my aversion, I couldn’t help but notice a few people looking down at me as I strode past. My first instinct was to feel embarrassed, but feelings of arousal and, of course, desperation, dominated my psyche. I knew wasn’t going to make it to the library to review my notes after class. Hell, I didn’t even think I could make it out of the building! It was 9:30 at this point, and every other class was beginning to let out. The hallways weren’t as crowded as I’m sure they are during the day. But there’s a large amount of people who take night classes at my grad school so they were still pretty crowded. I approached the elevator and waited behind 5 others, trying my best to hide myself. The doors opened, a single person got off, and we all piled in. Being the last one in, I resorted to standing right in the middle of everybody. (People always seem to claim to the wall spaces when they’re forced to share an elevator.) There were two girls, seemingly friends and around my age (maybe younger), an older women who may have been a professor, and a couple guys, one young and one old, both dressed pretty casually. I stood with my arms crossed tightly around my abdomen and my legs held firmly together, trying to make myself as small as possible. “Everyone headed to the first floor?” the younger guy asked after pressing the button, his finger still hovering over the array. By that point, I knew that the older woman and the two girls had already noticed my dark crotch. My waistband, which is looser on these shorts than my other pants, sagged under the extra water weight and made my fly pooch a little. Everyone responded to the guy with a ‘yup’ or a ‘mm-hmm’. I saw the younger guys eyes dart over to me after he dropped his finger. It occurred to me that if I was in fact aiming to wet publicly, in front of an unsuspecting group of strangers, I couldn’t ask for better circumstances. The doors closed. The elevator was old-- it belonged to an old building, after all-- and it started its descent with a lurch. I looked up at the ceiling and bit my lip, batting my eyes, undoubtedly looking pathetically desperate! It was just a small stream at first. And I felt warm pee make its way across my thighs, up my fly, and under my ass. It felt so satisfying! So I closed my eyes tight and dared myself to push harder. We weren’t even halfway to the first floor, and I started wetting a torrent! I felt warm urine start to soak into my rolled up pant legs right below my crotch. I felt it shoot the far sides of my thighs and high up my ass. Then I felt it streaming down my legs, clinging to them all the way down to my calves, where it was absorbed into my socks. I heard it start to gently drip onto the hard, cold elevator floor and I felt it pooling around my shoes, which were rapidly getting soaked. By some miracle, the elevator didn't stop at the second floor. Everyone was uncomfortably silent. If the old guy hadn’t noticed before I was sure he did now! Finally the elevator stopped on the ground floor. There was an agonizingly long pause before the doors opened. Normally in peculiar moments like those, it seems like the world is standing still. But despite everyone standing around like statues, the piss rushing down my legs surely reminded everyone that the world was still very much in motion! It certainly reminded me! When the doors finally opened, I rushed out, my arms still crossed, still biting my lip, and my eyes still focused on the ceiling. I didn’t even try to stop my stream—I just let my walking interrupt it with every step, feeling my piss jettison out of me in short bursts. I didn’t look to see if anybody around me noticed, I’m sure there was a small audience of observant people who had seen. I kept walking, hoping that none of them were the people I sit next to in my class. I walked right past the bathrooms and toward the exit, leaving a trail of urine. When I made it to the subway station, my bladder was feeling much better. My shorts were thoroughly soaked and felt heavier than normal. The initial warmth that came with my flood had subsided and the damp fabric on my pants, socks, and shoes was beginning to get a little cold. The station by the university was always pretty crowded when class let out, but the terminal for my specific line wasn’t too bad. I stayed on the far side, hoping to possibly get a car to myself. Don’t get me wrong—I had really enjoyed the attention (so much so that I was subtly rubbing my clit through my wet shorts whenever I was certain nobody was watching!) but I was mentally exhausted and just wanted to sit somewhere out of peoples view. My trip home was uneventful. (I spent my time thinking about what finishing touches I wanted to put on my story that some of you may remember me posting later that night.) And when I finally made it into my car, seeing as how I had skipped my customary study session at the library, I took my time pleasuring myself in the drivers seat before changing, throwing my wet clothes into a plastic bag, and driving home. Everything went off without a hitch! As always, let me know what you think and toss me some ideas! You guys are always in the back of my mind when I’m doing these stunts!
  3. 21 points
    Hi! For them who don't know me, I am a french girl, 20 years old, getting married in may. This happened this week! Enjoy! And again, sorry if I do not write properly...English is not my mother tongue. Friday, I went to Paris for some shopping in the afternoon. It was hot outside so I kept hydrated before leaving home by drinking a bottle of water. I left home at about 14h30. At 18h, I was on my way back and I needed to pee since about 30min. I had to take the metro, a train and then a bus before beeing home, so it took about an hour and a half. In the train, I had to keep my legs crossed, and I couldn't keep still. Hopefully, the person next to me quickly get off of the train so it became more discreet. It was only 18h20 when I started to hold my crotch. After a few minutes, a spurt escaped. My panties were wet. Then an other spurt came. This one was longer so my pants' crotch became wet too. After a third spurt wetting my bottom, I managed to control my bladder again. But I was quite wet, and I think the seat too... When I arrived at my station , I tried to hide my bottom with my bag. It was about 18h50, and I had to wait 15 minutes before my bus came. So I looked around to see if I could find a bathroom. But I didn't. So I walked around the station to keep my legs moving to help me hold it. The bus finally arrived. I went into it, but there were no seat that wasn't occupied. So I had to stand. I couldn't hold my crotch with so much people around me, and I tried to stay still. But then I lost control again, and I felt my pee coming out, soaking my crotch. I managed to stop it before it ran to my knees, but there was a very big wet area on my grey pants. Fortunately, nobody noticed. I finally managed to get a seat in the back of the bus for the last 20 minutes of the ride. But I knew it was too late when I sat. So I peed myself again, soaking my pants and my seat. It started to fall on the floor, making a small growing puddle. My face turned to red. Thank God, it stopped before the puddle was too big, and there were only 3 persons when I got out of the bus, very embarrassed. When I arrived at home, I went into my room without being seen by my family. I cpuld change myself and hide my wet clothes before they could see it. I was partly turned on, but also I felt like a little kid doing a big mistake...so I was very embarrassed, but nobody knew about it so I feel good now! Here is a picture !
  4. 21 points
    Last week a friendly user on this site dared me to stage an accident at a bus stop during rush hour. I knew of a stop that ran pretty close to a subway station I frequent (I use the subway to head into the city twice a week for classes) but I thought why not just use the subway! It’s more crowded during rush hour, on the lines leaving the city at least, and having an accident on the subway is just as believable as having one at a bus stop—they don’t have any restrooms on the minor stations. The more I thought about the idea the more committed to it I became. It was far more daring than anything I’ve previously done. Hell, the only other wetting experience I’ve had under public gaze was in front of a single women in passing! My main concern was that the people around me would react very negatively. But after my first experience in front of that women in the parking lot, and some reflection as to what my husband or I would do upon seeing such a desperate scene, my theory was that people probably wouldn’t bother me about it. In fact—they’d probably just silently sympathize with my embarrassment. Just thinking about staging a public accident in such a busy place made me nervous but I took comfort in my own assessment and some of the experiences other people have shared on here. I have Fridays off so I had plenty of time to obsess over this idea the night before. I decided to wait until the trains would be really crowded around 4:30 or 5—rush hour. That way I could still get home and get my clothes in the washer before my husband came home at around 6:30. Regardless, I started denying myself the bathroom and drinking plenty of liquids very early in the morning on Friday. By lunchtime I was already bursting. I was also already dressed in an outfit I wanted to have my accident in: some blue jeans (with no panties because I don’t like wetting them), white tennishoes, a patterned blue shirt, and I threw on a black denim jacket because it was a little windy. (I also rolled up the legs of my jeans just above my ankles to make them into capris). So with an outfit all set, my nerves worked up, and my bladder bursting, it had become very apparent that I wasn’t going to make it to 4:30. It seemed like I wouldn’t even make it another half hour! But this was the perfect opportunity to stage another accident elsewhere, at least testing my hypothesis with a smaller crowd, and still have time to get desperate for my subway show! So I contacted my co-conspirator on this site and asked him to give me some ideas! I set out to find a good setting before hearing back from him—he was taking a while to respond. On the road I saw him message me to try it in front of a gas station attendant! Simple enough I thought. So, squirming in my seat, I drove to a little station about 15 minutes from my house and parked next to the front doors. Through the glass I could see the bathroom in little hallway directly across from the entrance. It looked like there was only one. Over by the pumps there was a man filling his car up, and inside I could see a young guy idling behind the register. He was probably enjoying a slow shift. A wave of desperation suddenly hit me and I plunged my hand between my legs, cupping my vagina as hard as I could! I almost couldn’t hold it—my mind and body were giving up. But I wanted to work up my courage. If I could do this than I could do the subway! So I jumped out of my car and walked inside as briskly as I could. “Hi. Where’s your restroom?” I asked the guy bluntly. I couldn’t believe I had actually just walked into that convenience store—actually planning on wetting my jeans in front of this kid. Without looking up from his phone he pointed me to the hallway just past the counter and responded with an equally brief, “back there”. I waddled over and ducked into the cover of the hallway. As silently as I could, I pushed the bathroom door open, probed the inside door handle with my hand, and pushed the lock button down. Then, just as silently, I closed it. So there I was: genuinely desperate outside of a locked bathroom door! My heart was racing! I couldn’t believe what I was doing! I jiggled the handle loudly like any desperate woman would do. Then, acting as if I thought somebody else must be in there, I stood against the wall and waited. After 2 minutes or so I knocked and jiggled the handle again. “Is anybody in there???” I asked, panting as I spoke, acting really desperate. Hell, I was desperate! My bladder was close to busting and the waves of pressure I was feeling were getting more and more impossible to bear. I dipped my head out of the hallway to get the guys attention, “Hey is there anybody in this bathroom?” I asked. “Shouldn’t be,” he said. “Is it locked?” Either he had been ignoring me or he was genuinely oblivious, because I hadn’t been that far away from him. I nodded my head and squirmed around frantically, my hand firmly holding my crotch. This didn’t go unnoticed-- I caught him glancing down at me as he approached. He seemed pretty young, maybe in his late teens or early twenties. And I remember through the haze thinking that he could have used a haircut and a shave. He knocked on the door and tested the handle for himself, “Is there anybody in there?” He casually asked. Of course there was no response and I just stood there, standing with my legs crossed bouncing on my knees. He turned to face me, “Sorry about that, ma’am. That’s the strangest thing. Do you have a hairpin—I can try to pick it for you” I shook my head no and right then decided that that had to be the moment. My heart was absolutely racing! “Oh shit,” I shuttered. I had been contracting my bladder muscles ever so slightly—letting my warm pee teeter just at the very edge of my urethra. My plan was to ease myself into it. But then, with a spontaneous, almost-out-of-my control pelvic flex, my heart dropped. There was just a burst of warmth at first—it was a short but powerful wave. I moved my crotch-grabbing hand over to the back side of my hip and, with my other hand, covered my mouth. Piss had dampened the very bottom of my crotch and shot up in a v along where my legs met my pelvis. That was it, I thought. I might as well go all the way. My nerves were a wreck but getting past that first vital step really helped me relax. My crotch exploded with wetness. I pushed as hard as I could—my pee shot up to my waistband and pooled over to the sides of my thighs. I could hear it loudly gushing against the denim. The sound, wetness, and warmth continued to grow as it pooled around to my backside and started falling down the legs of my jeans. I looked back up at poor Mr. Cashier. He was looking down at me, wide-eyed and obviously at a loss for what to say. When my pee started dripping loudly onto the cheap, plastic tile floor he finally looked up and met my gaze. I was trying to muster my most apologetic, embarrassed, and helpless face I could. Part of me was actually horrified, of course! I was looking into the eyes of the man who would be mopping up my pee puddle after all! But he matched my gaze with the utmost sympathy—it was actually very sweet—and stuttered, “I-I’m so sorry, ma’am. Here… I-I think we have some bobby pins up front.” I stood there, my legs still crossed and still wetting a torrent, as he shuffled to the bobby pin displays. (As if unlocking the bathroom door would fix my problem. I suppose he didn’t know what else to do!) He kept glancing back at my legs as he tore a bobby pin out of its packaging. My jeans, shoes and socks were absolutely drenched and by this point and I was standing in the middle of a massive puddle. My bladder was relieved but my heart was positively pounding! My cold, dry breaths starkly contrasted the warm, wet piss pooling against my thoroughly stimulated and swollen pussy. And I thought my first experience was exhilarating! But the initial shock and arousal I felt when I had started wetting was suddenly overpowered by a primal flight instinct. Without really thinking about it, and STILL peeing, I started walking to the exit. As I passed by Mr. Cashier I shuttered, almost on the verge of tears, “I’m so sorry”. I don’t know if he looked back at me when I walked through the door. Then I placed my towel on the driver’s seat, started my engine, and made my escape. When I reached a stop light, I had some time to calm my nerves. It truly was an exhilarating experience and, if my own personal taste in wettings means anything, I really had put on an amazing show! So I sat there, gently caressing my clit through the damp, denim seam on the crotch of my jeans. It was almost 1:20 at this point—I had about three hours until my subway appointment! I was sure that a lot of the liquids I’d been drinking that morning were still on their way to my bladder, but I also had enough time to make myself really and truly bursting before my big public performance! So, wet jeans and all, I got an extra-large sweet tea from a McDonalds drive through before making my way home. Seeing as how long this story is already I’ll save my subway experience for a little later. Trust me—you will not be disappointed! Let me know what you thought. Also I’d like to hear from any guys about if they’ve managed to pull off any similar stunts-- I have a hunch that us women have an easier time playing with this fetish in public without facing scrutiny because of our historically weaker bladders (and higher susceptibility to incontinence too). Anyways, hope you all like it!
  5. 20 points
    Hello, Here to bring you a favorite of mine that I have recently made. I love the way she can just let go so easily :) Cheers! L&N Thong Wetting.flv
  6. 19 points
    For those who’ve been waiting—here it is! When I left off, I had just completely soaked my jeans right in front of a gas station attendant. It was exhilarating and terrifying and so positively arousing! So I got home more excited than ever for my subway show and threw my dirty clothes in the dryer. Then I started putting together another outfit. For my pants, which obviously is the most important, I picked out my beige, AE skinny jeans. They’re pretty old, thick, and, like all my favorite jeans, comfortably tight and exceptionally form-fitting. (They also have a pretty big inseam which rubs ever so sensually against my bare pussy when I go commando!) I also put on a black belt, a white baseball tee with blue, elbow-length sleeves, and some grey converse. This is the kind of thing I’d wear to class, which I ride the subway to, so I thought it’d seem innocent enough. At this point the only thing left to do was to wait and hydrate myself to the breaking point. Even when I got home I had already started feeling some urinary pressure. I had been drinking all morning and what hadn’t made its way on to the floor of the gas station was starting to fill up my bladder. But I wasn’t going to leave this to chance, obviously, so I downed a couple glasses of cranberry juice, some more tea, and the oldest stand-by: water. It’s pretty amazing how much your kidneys can filter in such a short amount of time. By 3:30 I was past the point where I would have headed to the bathroom. And by 4:30 I ran out of the house, desperate to get this show going just so I could feel the relief! My jeans were feeling tight and if I unbuttoned and unzipped them you could clearly see my bulging bladder. I drove off to the subway station, about 10 to 12 minutes away from my house, squirming and firmly holding my crotch the whole time, and made my way down the stairs to the terminal. Initially I was taken aback by how crowded it already was. I started to worry about whether or not I could muster my courage and do it! I tentatively hopped on a train going into the city, which wasn’t that crowded and tried to calm myself down. I sat on that car for about 5 stops just observing the people around me. Every now and then I could catch someone’s eye before they quickly aborted the interaction and looked away. Along the way potent waves of desperation hit me and I’d have to wiggle my foot or tap my heel against the ground with my legs firmly crossed to relieve the pain. I tried to imagine how I’d feel if I wet myself right then and started to panic. At the fifth stop I realized I couldn’t do it and to just go home—or at least pee myself in the parking lot next to my car. I gave up and decided to exit the train and get on the return line. My confidence was pretty low. When I stood up gravity hit me—hard! But, doubled-over and with my hands tightly wound against my sensitive crotch, I remained in control. I managed to step off the train before the doors closed and made my way across the terminal to wait for the train going the opposite way. It felt like it took forever! I had to stand with my legs crossed and my hands in my back pockets to keep from fidgeting too obviously. But I couldn’t for the life of me stop from bouncing on my knees and tapping my feet. I noticed that my strange behavior was starting to draw attention. Still I had lost all confidence and was set on getting the hell out of this crowded place. The train pulled up and opened its doors. Nobody got off. I looked at my phone and saw that it was almost exactly 5: the peak of rush hour. There was no place to sit inside. And after my near accident on the last train I was almost relieved. Standing was hard but standing up from a seat was almost impossible. Thankfully there was an open pole to cling to in the middle of the aisle. It was also in the middle of a lot of people. To one side of me there was a clean-shaven guy that looked to be in his early twenties and to my other side was a woman about my age. I deiced to stand facing the guy and wrapped one arm tightly around the pole and reached over my abdomen with my other hand to strengthen my grip. These trains got lurchy at times. So with one foot directly in front of the other, heel to toe, my weight totally shifted onto my back leg, and my thighs firmly pressed together, I braced myself against the cold, metal pole for the long trip home. There were a few moments of desperation on the way back. Nothing some less-than-discreet crotch grabbing and a firm grip couldn’t handle though! On the way to my second to last stop I was already feeling disappointed at my failure. I knew there was still opportunity but in my mind the decision had been made. ‘At least I managed to pee my pants at the gas station today,’ I thought. I noticed that the guy in front of me stole some glances every now and then when he thought I wasn’t looking. I’ve been around long enough to know that look men have. But I took it as a compliment and averted his gaze to let him stare. At times I had to turn my head away just to hide my strained face. When the train came to a stuttering stop and opened its doors only a few people got off. I just stood there, feeling the guys eyes move up and down my body. It was turning me on. Suddenly, as soon as the doors closed, a wave of desperation struck me and my hand swiftly darted back to my crotch. Just then the train lurched forward and I had to grab the pole again to keep balance. Wrong move. An eruption of warmth shot around my pussy. It only lasted for a moment but there was already glistening dark spot at the base of my crotch. For a split second I thought I had regained my composure. But again I spurted uncontrollably. More warmth. I was mortified but also really turned on and utterly relieved! It continued spurting out of me in long, forceful gushes. I really was trying to regain control but only ever managed to for a split second. It really made for an authentic wetting! Spurt by spurt, piss began pooling around the base of my fly and shooting up to my waistband. Hot pee shot to the sides of my thighs along the scrunched wrinkles of my jeans and down my legs. I clenched my teeth and felt my face blush intensely. Piss was finding its way under my ass and up my butt crack. With my eyes shut tight, I tried to cease my pelvic convulsions. My bladder was torn between the relief it was feeling upon release and the desperate signals my brain was sending to it to stop! I felt warm piss fall down my pant legs and drip off the ends onto my feet. The train raged on and I dared one last look at myself. The front of my jeans were soaked and the streams against my legs were quickly becoming one big stain! The floodgates had been opened and all my efforts were clearly in vain. I looked up and saw the guy staring, wide-eyed but otherwise expressionless, at my crotch which was probably only a foot in front of him. (In hindsight I’m worried there might have been a stench). Other people had started to notice too. So, well beyond the point of no return and with all their eyes on me, I relaxed my bladder muscles. Pee was freely flowing out of me now and all I could do was hang my head in embarrassment (but really I didn’t want anybody to spot the excited gleam in my eye!) I was worried at that point that somebody would try to talk to me—either to comfort me or chastise me. But people just sat there silently. If you read my last story then you know that this is pretty much exactly what I had theorized would happen. People don’t like confronting others any more than they like being confronted. So they all just sat and stood there silently, stealing glances to watch me flood my jeans. My converse were soaked and the puddle around my feet hardly got a chance to form before streaming to the back of the train. People who noticed subtly moved their feet aside so as not to get in its way. The train started slowing down for my last stop. I had just peed for the whole minute and half it took to go between stations. And I was still going! When the doors slid opened I walked out of there as fast as I could, careful not to bump anyone with my wet jeans. Walking up the stairs and through the station was equally exhilarating! Some people noticed, (I heard a couple of kids point it out to their parents!) but I was surprised at how many didn’t. My skinny jeans were more brown than beige at this point and you could really only see their original color at the bottoms of my calves and the sides of my legs. Interested, I stopped just short of the exit and stood there a moment. Walking had help me cut the stream but I knew I still had enough in me, piss and gusto, to make one more push! I gasped silently and pretended to feel another uncontrollable convulsion. With a forceful flex, one last warm, wet stream gushed out of me. My jeans glistened where it flowed. People passed me left and right as if nothing was the matter. Satisfied, I walked briskly to me car and spread my towel on my seat. When I sat down and closed the door, I yanked down my zipper, pushed my fingers into my yawning fly and down against my pussy, and started passionately rubbing my clit. I got home in time to throw my pee-stained clothes into the washer and clean myself off before my husband got there. Writing about this has really driven home how amazing last week was! I’m also pleasantly surprised that a lot of you seem to really like my writing just as much as the content! I took a creative writing class in college but never really practiced writing other than journaling on occasion. Anyways, thanks for reading and if you have any ideas throw them my way! I work part-time four days a week in an office and usually get home around 1:30. I also go to masters classes on Monday and Wednesday nights so there’s ample opportunity to play around with this fetish! I’ll tell my husband about it eventually but right now I’m getting a lot of satisfaction from exploring it on my own! So, like I said, give me some ideas—I haven’t tried anything since this and I’m really excited to do more!
  7. 18 points
    I've had a curiosity about wetting and secretly fantasized about it since I was in grade school. Its a fetish that's stayed with me all my life. But I've never researched or really indulged myself until recently. I'm not sure why-- I always figured it was really taboo and I was incredibly abnormal. But it was actually my discovery of this site that really spurred me to start exploring it! Public wetting specifically is where my deepest fantasies lie (I haven't quite worked up the nerve to fully act them out). That said I think I've taken some pretty bold steps recently. Before I start my story here's some vague yet revealing details about my life: I'm 5'3'', in my late 20's and have been married for 4 years (I've never told my husband about these fantasies but hopefully I can work up the courage!!!) I work part time 4 days a week as a paralegal and live in a pretty big town-- big enough to do something risqué in public without my friends hearing about it (I hope) And I'll leave the rest of my dimensions, hair color, etc up to the reader because I know people have their preferences and I'd like you to imagine me as you will! So prior to this I had to sort of un-potty train myself. I started with things like wetting my pants and shorts standing in the bath or the shower but had difficulty letting it go while clothed. It took some practice (and a glass of wine never hurt) but I've gotten competent enough to go at will more or less. I loved every moment-- the desperation, warmth, and relief most of all! I've caught myself many times now in public having to pee and fantasizing about doing it. But I never had the gall to just let go. Until today. I first felt the need to pee while I was at work-- about an hour before quitting time. The idea popped into my head when a surprise wave of desperation hit me. I started rubbing myself just thinking about it--I decided that today HAD to be the day. I got home around 1:30 like I usually do and changed into some tight button-fly levis that really hug my figure nicely. They're light blue so wet spots show up really well too--I know because I've wet these before in private. I also wore a belt, some toeless ankle boots, and a yellow vneck tshirt. I didn't wear panties though because I prefer going commando when I wet. (I go commando sometimes anyways because I like the way a rough crotch seam feels against my clit) There was a lot of pressure in my nether region and I was well past the point where I would normally head to a bathroom. But I wanted to really soak myself so I downed a glass of water before grabbing the clothes I wanted to return and left. On the way to my department stores I bought a sweet tea at McDonald's. I drank very quickly, perhaps to distract myself from my desperation, and ended up finishing before pulling into the shopping center parking lot. In the store, I took my time looking at clothes to exchange and trying things on. An hour of loitering really took its toll on my bladder! I had to stand with my legs crossed and walk briskly to lessen the pain. Not to mention a fair amount of crotch-grabbing and little dances here and there. I actually walked past the bathrooms a couple times-- but I was determined to make myself have an "accident". In moments of privacy I rubbed my pussy just thinking about how warm it would be to start peeing. But time and time again my nerves got the best of me! In my fantasies I always imagined that walking through the store with totally soaked jeans would be exhilarating. In the moment, though, all I could picture myself being was utterly embarrassed. Eventually I found a pair of black jeans I wanted to try on and hobbled over to the dressing room. I put them on and looked at myself in the mirror. I can't describe to you how tempting it was to let loose right then! I really wanted to and god knows I was bursting! My legs were visibly shaking and I could feel my heart racing. But again my nerves got the best of me... although wetting in a dressing room is something I'll have to try one day! I put my levis back on and almost lost control when I cinched my belt. At this point I had lost all confidence in myself so I threw those tight black jeans in the discard bin and made my way to the exit. I had parked my car at the far end of the parking lot because, you know, walking;'s good for you. When I stepped onto the pavement I spotted another women who must have had the same idea walking towards me from the far end. It occurred to me that this was the perfect moment to stage an accident! She was probably only 50 feet away at this point and the gap seemed to be closing fast. I was walking at a brisk pace, albeit with short, tight steps. I held my arms stiffly by my sides and my hands must have been balled up into fists. I had never actually peed my pants while walking but let me assure you in that moment it felt intensely doable! I noticed the woman shift her attention to me with a curious look. She must have been in her 50's. We were maybe 20 feet away from each other now and I was really trying hard to make myself piss. Then I felt it... I remember hearing myself quietly gasp. It was just a tiny stream at first. I looked down and noticed a very small dark spot slowly growing at the very base of my crotch. My bladder reflexively regained control of itself and cut the stream. Then, while still walking, I slowly exhaled the air I had gasped in. I looked up at the woman and felt an explosion of wetness on my pelvis. She had definitely noticed and was staring wide-eyed at the fly of my jeans. Peeing hard, I looked back down at myself to assess the damage. My jeans were thick enough and tight enough against my thighs that my pee hadn't yet found its way down one of my pant legs. But it had definitely started pooling around my crotch and shot hard up my fly and to the far sides of my thighs. I didn't let up there though-- I continued wetting as hard as I could. The stain was practically up to my waistband of my jeans and at this point and I could feel it shooting up my behind. The wetness was glistening against my crotch and you could almost see the pee streaming on the surface of the denim. I could even see pee start to pour out of the gaps between the buttons on my fly! The poor woman couldn't take her eyes off me! But she kept walking. And I kept walking. It was starting to cascade down my legs now, alternating from left to right with each step. We finally passed each other, and somehow with her gaze gone I managed to make myself pee even harder. My urine was audibly splattering on the pavement at this point. I must have left quite a trail! I continued peeing all the way back to my car. Still flooding my jeans, I quickly opened my door and hid behind it. I stood with my legs tight together and pushed my hand hard into my crotch. It was so warm-- it felt like a shower head shooting water on my clit! My chest was heaving and it felt like I was climaxing from an orgasm! I probably stood there for another 15 seconds just peeing. But it felt like a minute or more. I spread my legs a little and placed my hands against my thighs-- relaxing to let the last of my pee out. There was quite a puddle beneath me and only a little bit of fabric on my jeans that wasn't dark from wetness. I stood there for a bit basking in the warmth, letting the moment sink in... When I finally realized that I was standing in the middle of a parking lot with pee-soaked jeans, I quickly grabbed a towel from my back seat and placed on the drivers seat for me to sit on. Then I hopped in, started my car, and tore out of there! Needless to say this is one of the hottest things I've ever experienced and I plan on experimenting much more in the future. Maybe I'll share my adventures with all of you! Tell me about your first times and what you thought of mine! And let me know of any creative or exciting things I can do in the future! I can't wait to put on another show-- I'm really enthralled by the concept of 'convenience wetting' some people here engage in! Hopefully one day I'll have the courage to do something like that in public!
  8. 18 points
    Wetting a diaper (Female) You can feel it, wave after wave of strain and desperation to hold the cascade back. The pain continues to grow between the lips of your privates as you struggle to hold on. Your hands are deeply pressed on the comforting padding your diaper is offering to your lower region. Another wave hits you, losing slight control, your diaper sucks up the warm liquid like an unquenchable thirst. You can't remember what the time is, nor do you care, your entire mind is only focused on holding the contents of your bladder back. Your bladder muscles are in agony, begging for release. You know nature is winning, but you keep on holding on. Your phone rings, it's your boyfriend probably trying to organize a 'meet up'. As you lift your right hand from your aching body to ignore the call, its too late... Before you have any time to react, your poor bladder muscles give up, releasing the flood that had overstayed it's welcome. You feel great relief, hearing the warm liquid hiss against the material of your diaper. Swelling, your diaper grows a light shade of yellow, to the full color of urine. You don't care, your mind is in pure bliss, as your lungs are pumping in large amounts of air through your mouth. What feels like an eternity later, you finish peeing. Placing one hand on your newly wetted 'toy', you can feel your private parts through the diaper. You line back, squishing your legs together, feeling the juices massage your vagina. After a few more minutes you realize that the room smells of your boldly fluids, and after your last run with the apartment owner, you know you should change. But what you've taken away with you is one amazing thing, diapers aren't a curse, their a gift. Please don't hold back, any constructive criticism is welcome!
  9. 15 points
    I have plenty more in higher quality, but I'm pretty lazy when it comes to uploading things. This should be obvious, but do not message me asking for contact information. rose.mov sophia.mp4
  10. 14 points
    Hello, So, I have a video of this girl who genuinely likes wetting herself. I think there is a shortage of bed wetting videos, so I always try to get them when I can. In this scene I asked her to act out a dream in which she wets the bed. Enjoy :) L&W Bedwetting.flv
  11. 14 points
    Some more that I've found : https://eroshare.com/4dc0l5p8 Blue panty wetting outdoors (nudity) https://eroshare.com/n8s1zu7l Grey panty wetting in the bathtub (nudity) https://eroshare.com/1rs0huc9 Pink panty wetting (nudity) https://eroshare.com/h4a1tkhi Blue panty wetting in the bathroom https://eroshare.com/mjtyf5qn White panty wetting https://eroshare.com/l7qwoegj Grey pants wetting (I think I've seen that here but not so sure, so sorry if it's a repost) https://eroshare.com/3za3jrnk Polkadot panty wetting (nudity) https://eroshare.com/yw0nuu7d White panty wetting in the bathtub https://eroshare.com/xl18r73z White panty wetting outdoors (nudity) https://eroshare.com/zg93a6at Pink panty wetting outdoors (nudity) https://eroshare.com/g8wvvbvk Leggings wetting in the bathtub https://eroshare.com/pt8p6cwq Pink panty wetting in the shower (nudity) https://eroshare.com/yd3s76cq White leggings wetting https://eroshare.com/r2fqkg7x Blue thong wetting (nudity) https://eroshare.com/d0ztrd81 Pissing in glass through red thong https://eroshare.com/pmz5lifr Wetting grey panties on the toilet https://eroshare.com/br5l0t5i Blue panty wetting in the bathtub (nudity) https://eroshare.com/gfkowyim Jean shorts wetting (nudity) https://eroshare.com/k9r58je8 Leggings wetting https://eroshare.com/xajxt1ra Leggings wetting outdoors
  12. 13 points
    Hi everyone! It is me, KozmoFox :) and this is the result of the fourth Kozmo-Lotto! (I know I tagged them near the bottom, but special thanks to @JustCallum, @Pache, and @Rainyday for making this happen and helping me through it all. Best support team.) This is something a lot have you have been waiting for, and for certain people you might have been waiting even longer than that. This...I honestly don't think this lotto will ever be topped by anything I ever do again. For starters, a reminder to everyone what this Kozmo-Lotto request was. The winner, Rainyday, put a lot of thought into it, so its taken awhile. But eventually it was decreed that I would go somewhere semi-public (Like most lotto's so far) and I would fill up on liquids and get really desperate. At which point, there was a total of 11 emails in my inbox, numbered 1 to 10, plus a bonus. In each email there was a challenge, and I was not allowed to peek or look in any email until it was time to do that challenge. When I opened an email, I would be allowed to open the next email 10 minutes after the previous, unless of course, the challenge inside took longer than 10 minutes, at which point I would be allowed to open the next one after the challenge was finished. I don't want to spoil too much in advance, but this was by far the most intense hold I've ever done. It was the most intense challenge I will ever do. I used to take it as a point of pride that I could get away with anything, like an omorashi ninja. Not today. Today people saw sides of me in public that I intend to likely never show again. Multiple times. I ran the omorashi gauntlet like a fuckin' champion today, and I challenge anyone to do what I just did for this site...mainly so I can read it, because I think this is going to make one HELL of an experience story. This may be my magnum opus. I'm also not going to show my face in that mall for at least like, 2 months. (Before you panic your moral radar, anything I may or may not have done, I cleaned up. I ran the gauntlet like a hero, but also like a responsible hero.) Our story begins with our dear small Kozmo pulling herself out of bed. Chatted with some friends, did some things, and then she went back to bed. Upon waking up, she got herself ready. OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE: You all know damn well what I look like by now. I weigh like 100 pounds, I'm somewhere in the center between 5ft and 6ft, I'm so pale that when I walk outside this time of year I give people snow blindness. Long, dark brown almost black hair. Used to be entirely black, but I change it up! I honestly should have auditioned for the new Ring movie. I have multiple tattoos on my arms, chest, and a foot. Stud piercing in nose, and like most gals my age (21), I like my earrings. I'm lucky enough to not have any acne on the go right now, so not to brag overly much but I like to think I'm pretty pristine! At least I'm told so by people that know me, even a few on here! Sometimes I have freckles but today was not that day, I think freckles are like seasonal or something but I've never actually cared enough to think about it until now. But even when they're kinda there, makeup can make them far less obvious when I don't feel freckly. Today I had a very specific attire that I like to think of as a weird mix between moe and punk rock. It shouldn't be hard to tell what I picked, and what Rainyday picked. Grey beanie hat, low twintails in my hair, a pretty black choker around my neck, and some small snowflake earrings. Plaid miniskirt (Think Maka from Soul Eater), black knee-socks. Jean jacket, unbuttoned, Punisher T-shirt on underneath. Top that off with cute fuzzy black boots and a surprisingly girly pair of pink panties and a matching bra. Take note of that in particular for reasons you will see later. I also had a backpack with various things, such as spare clothes and the like. IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP, SCROLL DOWN TO WHERE THE CHALLENGES BEGIN. IF YOU DO CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP AND THINGS I DRANK AT THE MALL AND ALL THAT TOMFOOLERY JUST KEEP GOING. So I get up, I get ready, I make my way to the mall. I will note at this point that around Christmas I got a phone like a proper young adult, and on it I have IRCCloud, so I was able to keep chatting with my Omo.org friends through this whole ordeal, and they provided lots of encouragement. Rainyday was also present, so I was able to discuss challenges with them as I progressed, and eventually start to yell at them when the challenges got cruel. I am a salty person. I take my place at the food court, and start loading up. I had two large teas, but around the time I had my second tea, my friend who works at a local coffee joint brought me some Burger King! (They were on break.) So on top of two large teas, I also got a large coke with a Whopper :D. After all that I sat on my phone chatting with my crew and waited for all the liquid to process. And waited. And waited. And got impatient and pulled a mug from my backpack. This mug is essentially a mason jar with a handle attached, I got it as an extra with a case of beer once! I go to the drinking fountain and I fill up the mug to the brim, and down it. I fill it halfway, and down it again. I fill it up completely once more and start sipping away at it. By the time that's done, I'm at 2 large teas, a large coke, and 2 tall mugs and a half of water. If I wasn't feeling it before then, I was now! The pressure was building, and building fast. Eventually I stood up to fill the mug once more, and gravity hit me like a truck; I could feel each step I took to the fountain jolting into the ache of my bladder. It was not long after this that Rainyday decreed it was time to begin. As I get to each challenge in this story, I will paste the instructions I was given for complete context. I opened the first email in my inbox, and got to reading. FOR ANYONE WHO DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ALL OF THE ABOVE, THE CHALLENGES START HERE!!!! REITERATION OF THE RULES OF THE OMORASHI GAUNTLET (Or as Rainyday likes to call it, "The Alliance Challenge"): I had to be in public view and not hiding, except when the challenge dictated otherwise. I always had to be where I could be seen. This is a rule I'm not normally a fan of, but considering there was a lot of drama in the lotto thread for this particular lotto, I wanted this to be something special to make up for it. I had to bring spare change and a spare pair of underwear with me. You'll see why. If I begin to lose control, I must try to stop to the bitter end. I do not fail until I A) Give up and cave to my desperation and completely empty myself, or B) I lose control so badly that I cannot gain it back, wetting myself completely to the point I'm empty or there's nothing left in me of even remote note. If I gush out and leave a small puddle but regain control, I keep going; I'd drink enough to replace it anyway. If I skipped a challenge, I'd drink a bunch more water and have to wait more before the next challenge as punishment. And if I completed all of the challenges: "You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time." =====CHALLENGE ONE (6:01 PM) "The first challenge is a bit of a warmup. If this isn't difficult at all, then maybe you're not desperate enough, and should wait a bit more and try it again later. Go to the most populated area, and stand somewhere there for five minutes. Your hands either have to be on your phone or tablet, or behind your back, and you have to move your legs as little as possible. Also, if there's a fountain in the mall, go there to do this. Hopefully this will let you figure out if you're desperate enough to start or not." This was a good start. I needed to pee pretty badly, and this told me I was at the perfect starting point. I'd occasionally type away on my phone, or stare at the ceiling or something to try and forget my aching need. By the end of it, it was extremely hard to stay still, and I ended up rocking back and forth on my heels, feeling my skirt sway and create an air current on my bare, dry legs...These legs would be the opposite of dry well before I was done these challenges. I still had my mug of water on me, just keep this in mind. Its easy to forget I have it, so for your convenience know that when I did challenges that required, well, anything, I'd find a place to put it down (Until it was consumed, then the mug goes back in the backpack.) Nobody was taking real notice of me at this point. I sat back down, and went back to talking to my minor audience, (Which included Rainyday). I realized that I had probably drank far too much, far too fast; my bladder was filling at mach 5 and I knew I'd easily be dangerously desperate to pee by challenge 3 or 4. I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to get to challenge 5, half way there, without being a leaky shaky desperate mess in the middle of the mall. I was not wrong.. I started this challenge at exactly 6:01 PM. This marks the starting point of the gauntlet. ====CHALLENGE TWO (6:11 PM) "A fashion challenge. Go into a clothes shop you like, and pick out a nice outfit, at least made of one top and bottom. Try it on in the changing room. Take a picture of yourself in your outfit if you want, you don't have to send it to anyone. After that, you can change back into your normal clothes, and be on your way. " Its a wonder what ten minutes can do to a person. At this point I was getting to the shaky kind of desperate need, I was starting to typo and my legs were beginning to jiggle. Luckily for me, this didn't take too long, as I was next to a clothing store that I'm familiar with, containing a number of articles of clothing I had been looking at during previous visits. I sped through the store, grabbing them, picking a nice very light pink top that kind of fell off the shoulders and had a cat on the front, as well as a pair of black jeans with fake rips in them. I tried them on, and the jeans were...tight. The pressure wasn't helping at all and I very nearly dribbled in them. I managed to hold on though, avoiding disaster, and after I confirmed I did in fact like how I looked in them despite my abdomen that was beginning to bulge, I changed back as fast as I could and got back out front just as my ten minute mark hit. I was beginning to sweat, the build up had been ridiculous and let me tell you, I needed to fucking PEE. I was positive I was not going to finish the run of challenges without disaster, and I was trembling as well as just kind of absentmindedly kneading at the sides of my skirt like mad. This ridiculously increased need to pee made the next challenge hell. =====CHALLENGE THREE (6:21 PM) "We're still in the area of light challenges. This challenge has two parts, you might not be able to do the first depending on what's at the mall. 1- Go into a shop, restaurant or other facility that has its own bathroom. Ask the staff if you can use it. Of course, you won't actually use it, but you'll probably want to stay in there long enough for them not to get suspicious. You can leave after that. If you're turned away, try twice more, and if you get rejected all three times, well, that's that. 2- Similar in theme, go to a shop or stand with a manned counter and buy a drink from them. Of course, you'll have to finish this as well, but you can pace it over the break and the next challenge. " This was torture at its finest. I walked into this shop, almost like an in-mall convenience store. Not going to name stores and things because I like my location anonymity. I hobble up to the counter, shaky desperate and knock-kneed, and ask this poor cashier if I can use the washroom in here. He legitimately did not seem to know what to do, it took him a solid few seconds. I assume he was going to give me directions to the malls public washrooms, but just how fucking desperate I looked (and was!) must have changed his mind, because he very stutterily allowed me into the employee bathroom. I got in there, shut the door behind me, and stared at the toilet. I couldn't sit down, I couldn't finally pee and have my relief, I had to just look at it. I almost completely lost it and pissed myself right there from the psychological torture. I cannot express how much this was killing me. I tried to at the time though! Here's an excerpt of what I was saying to Rainyday at the time: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Im staring at a toilet abd its fuxking killing me 6:25 PM WHEN CAN I LEAVE I think my statements in chat at the time speak for themselves. I had a hand buried in my crotch, bunching up my miniskirt and pressing into me, moaning and whining at myself and willing me to just please don't fucking pee yourself like this. Eventually I did leave. Rainyday was gracious enough to allow me to not buy another drink, given I was still carrying around a big mug of water. I did browse the drinks in the same shop after I thanked the cashier for his kindness to give that part of the challenge more credence though. On another note: Rainyday is literally satan. =====CHALLENGE FOUR (6:32 PM) "I thought I'd fit this in sooner rather than later, because of how long it might take. It's the arcade challenge! Head to the arcade and play a round of the hurricane simulator, and then the chair ride. I'm not sure what difficulty levels they have, but go for whatever's hard without being impossible. After those two, of course it's time for your specialty, DDR. One game of each is fine, or however many plays your money gets you." I would like to reiterate, Rainyday is SATAN. You might have seen me say once or twice around site that there's a few people in these parts who know my name, face, where I live, etc. Rainyday is one of these people, and the fact that Rainy won lotto means we got to go in depths with specifics, like Rainyday knowing what the mall in question has and unfortunately knowing the games I'm good at. This is where the first leakage occurred. The hurricane simulators are nothing special, I wager most of you have seen one. You put in some money, stand in the gigantic capsule, and it starts simulating hurricane winds. It almost ruined my twintails...but it was fun. The wind was cold on my skin which didn't make holding any easier, but luckily I got to just stand there. A few bystanders took notice but mainly didn't care. When I knew for a fact nobody was looking into the capsule I'd cross my legs and hunch the fuck over, occasionally gripping at myself because, you know, verge of wetting myself and all that. My bladder was like a goddamn boulder weighing down my entire lower body pressing on my...you know...wanting out. These winds could not budge this boulder. I also had to grip at my miniskirt constantly for very obvious wind-related reasons. Next up was the chair ride. To elaborate, this is also a simulator. It has like a screen and fans, it blows on your face and the seat itself vibrates, moves, etc. in line with the simulation on screen. In this case, I was virtually on a rollercoaster. Sitting down helped at first, but the vibration sooooorely did not. Luckily this machine is relatively secluded, so I got to stuff both my hands between my legs while the machine made my bladder absolutely suicidal. I'm not sure if I have said this enough or not, but goddammit I needed to PEE. The machine did its job. As I started to hobble over to the DDR machine (Not actually DDR, one of the generic rip offs that is actually just the exact same thing), in the middle of this arcade filled with people, I jolted mid-hobble. To try and describe what happened, it felt like my pelvic floor suddenly steeled itself... My entire body stretched and lurched forward from the sudden tightness in my bladder and below it, and at the height of this, as my legs were knocking together and my body fell forward, my panties got extremely warm extremely fast. Some pee spilled down my thighs, coating my legs and getting on my kneesocks, a fair number of drops pattering on the floor underneath me. In an INSTANT I dropped to a knee, pretending to pick at my boot. The initial impulse was to pretend I was tying my shoe, but my boots have no fucking laces to I had to fake fiddle with the side zipper like a moron. Some dude across the arcade gave me a funny look and I tried to ignore him. Out of my jacket pocket I fished my saving grace: Burger King napkins from earlier! I'm not going to leave a mess behind uncleaned. I wiped it up and stood back up, panting heavily. I was trying so hard to hang on and I had already started losing it. AND I had to go play DDR! DDR was torture. Every step felt like a punch to the bladder and I won't lie, I dribbled a couple of more times while playing it. (I napkinned up after I was done.) But! I managed to finish the song without completely losing control and wetting myself! With a 95% accuracy rating on hardest difficulty, might I add. I'm really good at rhythm games, trivia for you. I normally have no trouble acing this particular song, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy, but certain dribbles soaking my panties and coating my inner thighs caused a fuckup or ten. I got out of the arcade not unscathed, but still ready to continue. Barely. I could feel everything in my bladder about to spill out all over me like niagra falls, getting that sensation where its like you're carrying something heavy and your arms getting tired, but you're only halfway from the car to the house. I was convinced I had no hope. But KozmoFox ain't no quitter. You guys might like the next one! =====CHALLENGE FIVE (6:49 PM) "After that exciting last challenge, here's a calmer one. Type a detailed description (at least 100 words) describing the desperation you're feeling right now. Include this description later in your story, word for word, without correcting any typos. (Maybe if you did something weird and typed up information you don't want shared, you can censor that)." This is self explanatory. I plopped myself on a bench and started pattering away on my phone, on which I have autocorrecty things turned off. Having to describe this made me leak, and I felt it seep out of me and into the back of my skirt in a solid dribble. I almost fucking lost it and completely pissed myself right there typing this. It was utter agony. Here you go, straight from the chat!: "so fucking rainyday is making me write up a fuckin thing on how badly i need to go for this challenge so litsten the fuck up folks let me tell you gravity is fucking KILLING ME i can gfeel it pulsing trying ti get its way out, some of it already has, im extremely damp under this skirt and i have to type this up in puvblic like nothings wrong and just thinking about it is killing me. i just leaked again. i cant stop shaking. i grab at myself whenever i think nobodys looking. im sweating. i cant hold it much longer i sont think but im going to fo my fucking best becuse kozmofox aint no fucking wquitter you heat me" Every bit of that was true and straight from the heart. I was slowly leaking for most of that. Do you know how agonizing it is to be slowly wetting yourself and trying to hold it in, whilst typing up a summary of just how badly you need to go? This did not go unnoticed. I had my legs crossed tight, my jaw clenched, ghostly pale and sweating and fucking bouncing and wiggling and kneading at my legs whenever I wasn't typing, it was not remotely hidden to anyone who looked in my direction. Extremely embarrassing but again...I ain't no quitter. =====CHALLENGE SIX (6:52 PM, was allowed to open early as arcade predictably took longer than 10 minutes.) "We're past the halfway mark. Do you feel you can make it for the next stretch? Fortunately, this one will let you recharge, in a way. Go into the toilet and relieve yourself somehow and let it out for exactly five seconds. After five seconds, do everything you can to stop, no matter what. Maybe this will take some of the pressure off -Bonus: If you relieve yourself somewhere that /isn't/ a toilet, then you can cut five minutes out of the time before you can open the next challenge." I did not even remotely hesitate to take advantage of that bonus. I locked my eyes on the first bathroom I saw, and jogged straight in, hands stuffed between my legs. At this point I wasn't attempting to hide my extreme desperation from the public eye, it was do everything I could to hold it, or I'd completely wet myself dead center of a mall. To my luck, and as I found out afterward, semi cheating, it was a single bathroom. One toilet, not the kind with stalls, just a one person bathroom. Rainyday considered this a mild violation of the rules, as it was not exactly a public area, unlike a stalled bathroom. Rainy understood why I misconstrued that though, especially as earlier one of the challenges almost specifically demanded a private bathroom (Asking to use a staff one) so they let it go. And so did I. This is possibly the least graceful moment of my life. I climbed up onto the sink counter in an absolute, extremely desperate fever, crawling on my hands and knees until I was over the sink. I was positioned like a fucking dog and panting like one too, my beanie fell right off my head. I barely moved my skirt slightly out of the way before I started GUSHING through my panties. Like this was beyond a torrent, I didn't care that I was pissing myself straight through my panties, I needed to get as much out of me into that sink in five seconds as I possibly could. My moans of relief echoed in that tiny bathroom and it felt so good I couldn't even bring myself to feel shame for how this was. It felt orgasmic. Foooor five seconds. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Clamped off. I whined as I shoved my hand into my underwear, doing my best to just STOP PEEING. I spurted twice more, soaking my hand and sleeve, but I stopped. It was so good. I still REALLY needed to pee, but for the moment, I was out of the immediate danger zone. I left the bathroom and walked back to the bench where I left my mug full of water. Yeah remember that? Still a thing. I was still desperate beyond belief, my hands and underwear and even my skirt to a degree were very wet, but I wasn't going anywhere yet. I still had much more to do, and that taste of relief really had me thinking I could pull it off. =====CHALLENGE SEVEN (6:57, got to open it early for completing the bonus!) "Another interaction challenge! You need to have... a tourist mindset? A snapchat one? Basically, ask a passerby to take your picture. I'm not sure whether there's anything in the mall that's worth getting your picture taken in front of, but say it's for a friend, if they ask. Which is the truth, isn't it? If you can't come up with any possible excuse to have someone take a picture or two of you, then ask them for directions to somewhere complicated or far instead. " This one might have been the single easiest. I had just gotten immense relief so I was able to pull it off without being a shaking desperate wet mess! Well...I was wet but this lady could not tell. I smiled, I asked her for two pictures in front of the Valentines display that was still up. She looked to be a soccer mom of sorts, she said she's always wanted someone to ask her to take their picture like this. I handed her my phone, and took my position. Hardest bit was standing completely still, but it was only for a few minutes while she snapped the shots. I just held my hands behind my back, leaned to the side in a cute way, and smiled. Snap snap! Pics taken! This didn't even remotely take 10 minutes, so I just sat back down on a new, different bench, and waited. It should also be noted that this is the period where Rainyday had me drink that mug of water. With my kidneys on overdrive, liquids still cycling through my system, and a new tall glass of water added to the mix, my relief was very short lived. =====CHALLENGE EIGHT (7:07 PM) "Remember the spare pair of underwear I asked you to bring? Go into the bathroom and enter a stall. In the stall, change your underwear to the other pair. Leave the stall and go on your way. Not too hard, hopefully? PS: @Pache says hi. " This also took zero time, but it reintroduced the toilet torture psychology. Given the kidney overdrive had a solid 10 minutes to re-introduce a whole lot of liquid to my bladder, and my bladder and sphincter muscles were just about DEAD, this was the beginning of the end for me. I could barely hold on, period, full stop. Perhaps the volume of pee I was holding in now was less than before, maybe it was more. Point is, I could not reliably hold it anymore, and I found this out when changing my panties of all things. I took my all but destroyed pink panties off and took a look at them. They were dark and saturated entirely from front to back. I placed them in a plastic bag and put them in my backpack. Remember the arcade? Same deal. My pelvic floor screamed at me, my lower body locked up, I fell forward, leaning against the wall and spurted heavily. Given I was wearing no panties it was unimpeded, and shot out, colliding with my thigh and tearing a path down my leg, giving my kneesock a decent soak. I shoved my hand down and kneaded into myself only for another spurt to collide with my hand, causing it to spray in multiple directions and coat my legs. I stayed in that position for a solid 15 seconds before I had decided I had enough control of myself to continue. I put on a fresh pair of grey panties, before taking some toilet paper and wiping the results of my miniature wetting off the floor...Only for me to leak a bunch again when I bent over to do so. The fresh grey panties were only fresh for maybe 10 seconds before I felt the warmness gathering in my underwear and gushed another spurt through them onto the back of my legs and down into my boots. They darkened and were saturated immediately, and not much better off than my original pair. I figured I had just had 3 big leaks in under a minute...that was okay in a bathroom stall, but the public eye? I was mortified that I wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore, but I was so close to finishing the gauntlet....So I went for it. Unfortunately, I was even more desperate to pee than I had been before the 5 second pee challenge. To quote me: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa i neeed rto fucking pee 7:13 PM so fucking bad 7:13 PM its builty back up 7:13 PM and im grtting tired dowen trhereeeee So you know, I was literally on the verge of wetting myself like the damp little girl I already was, smack dab in the middle of a public mall on a friday night. All I could think was....Fuck. =====CHALLENGE NINE (7:17 PM) "Now time for the second plot device: the coins. Count how many you have so you can remember. Then go to a populated area and 'accidentally' drop them all from torso height. Pick them all back up. No rush." The ten minute wait for this challenge killed me by the way. I was literally sitting on a bench (per the norm) with my legs crossed tightly, a hand stuffed between my legs, bouncing like a MADWOMAN and shaking and sweating, glaring at anyone who DARED look at me, goddammit haven't you ever seen someone need to pee before?! Move along!! •KozmoFox> uwaaa i cant stop fucking bouncing on this benhc 7:16 PM people are looking at me 7:16 PM fuck 7:16 PM look away cunts 7:16 PM im just hyper 7:16 PM thats totally it 7:16 PM hyper 7:16 PM 7:16 PM 7:16 PM lets fucking go 7:17 PM IRS TIME 7:17 PM NEXT 7:17 PM AAAAAAA I stood up from that bench, gravity hit me, and for like the 100th time that night, I nearly wet myself completely on the spot. I legitimately buckled and nearly lost it. But I didn't, I just kept my hand between my legs, pressing on my crotch for dear life despite the numerous people around who could obviously see it, and hobbled on. Remember when I said I had to bring spare change as part of the rules? That came into play here. I was terrified, but I wasn't there to cheat, so I went and found the most populated nearby area I could find; an intersection sort of area between a bunch of very popular stores. There was tons of people milling about everywhere. And like a good little Kozmo, I did what I was told! You have no idea how happy I was that nobody tried to help me. I've never been more thankful for uncaring people in my entire life. It was hard to think about much else, as I was literally about to pee myself. I could feel my lower torso about to burst and the need to pee, the need to just give in and let it all flow out right there was so intense I almost actually did it, despite being surrounded by easily like, 60 people. And so I squatted to begin picking up my coins as fast as I possibly could. It really sucked, as I'm a person who carries a LOT of pocket change. The squatting pretty well squashed my bladder, and I discovered it didn't like that. I felt my panties grow warm and wet from their cold and damp state, and a BIG leak came out of me with a PSSHHH. I was picking up nickels and dimes frantically now, trying to get it over with so I could just stand up and get myself back under control. I managed to stop, but it started again almost as fast as it ended. I was slowly wetting myself in that position where everyone could see me. I knew my backpack was dipping down so nobody could see from behind, but if someone cared to stop and look right underneath me they would see the beginnings of a puddle starting to form. The second I picked up the last dime I just took the entire huge wad of napkins from my pocket, wiped it up, and plopped back on another nearby bench. (Malls have lots of benches) Now I was in a position, on this bench, where I was the most desperate to pee I've ever been in my entire life. My muscles were dead. I couldn't hold it. I COULDN'T hold it. I'm positive my constant leaking was the only thing stopping me from fully exploding, giving me just enough leeway to maintain the basest of my integrity just a biiit longer. The wait for the final challenge was the worst. It was agony. I was rocking back and forth, hand pressed HARD between my legs, when I wasn't typing I was literally like, slamming my fist off my thigh. My skirt was wet, front and back, if I stood up it would have been quite visibly so. I could feel the sweat from the sheer effort of holding all this pee beading at my chin. Some people looked very concerned, probably confused as there was a bathroom RIGHT THERE, but I paid them no attention. I could not. I could not afford to do anything but hold it in, and look at my phone. Anything else and I would pee myself, all over the bench in an INSTANT, and I knew it. I was the strangest mix of mortified and determined I've ever been in my entire life. Just a sneak peek as to my state of mind in chat. back of skirt is wet 7:22 PM i have 7:22 PM to fucking 7:22 PM pee 7:22 PM i cant stop like 7:22 PM slamming fist off my upper legg 7:22 PM when not typing 7:22 PM i cant stay still 7:22 PM i NEED 7:22 PM J< 7:22 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa to grp 7:22 PM to hold 7:22 PM i might not making it 7:22 PM to final challenge 7:22 PM im like opn the fucking brink of about tp piss myself 7:22 PM J So yeah, as far as I knew, this was the absolute end. =====CHALLENGE TEN (7:27 PM) "Final challenge! This isn't actually anything too exciting, I tried to arrange the challenges in a good paced order and this just ended up being left over. Go into the bathroom and use the sink to wash your hands for two minutes. You don't need to repeatedly soap them, but you have to keep them in the sink, under running water. If you leak at all during this challenge, you have to stop and leave the bathroom immediately, wait two minutes, and try again. If you leak the second time, then I guess that's this specific challenge failed. But maybe if you've lasted this long without anything worse happening, you could go for the final stretch Remember the passage from the starting rules: You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time. Also, once you've made it to wherever you want to go, before you relieve yourself, there's one last bonus challenge to read and try. Open it when you get there." This following challenge might have been the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. We all know at this point I'm desperate, I'm sweaty and fidgety and whimpery and reaaally soaked. I've leaked at this point more times than I can count, and my skirt/panties/knee socks/boots are suffering DEARLY for it. Honestly, if I were wearing pants, it could have been considered a major accident at the arcade, it would have been extremely visible. At least wearing a skirt and these particular colors it was less obvious. Well, not any more. The front and back are drenched at this point, even this second pair of underwear is beyond saving, and my very visible bare legs are covered in glistening streaks down to my significantly damn knee socks, and I'm sitting there slowly dribbling and leaking more and more into my panties and skirt praying none is getting out to hit the floor. And even after all that, at this moment, I'm more desperate than I have been in my entire life. One more challenge. <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leakage is happengin 7:24 PM i can feel iyt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa i dont dare look down to see if any is escapeing skirt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa fucfccckkk 7:24 PM i have a hdn buried btween my legs and theres people just glangince at me while they walk bu 7:24 PM i cant stop wiggling I get up off my bench and try to bolt to the bathroom. Nice try, me. Easily the biggest leak yet. Almost worthy of being called a full on accident. In that instant, my bladder completely gave out for a single moment. I felt a rush of pee spray out of me and into my underwear, ignoring the obstacle as if it weren't there. It gushed straight down my leg like a tidal wave, you know the kind. Its clinging to your leg but the torrent almost looks like it wants to break off? It streamed right across the back of my leg, tearing a line of heat down my sock and I felt under my foot inside my boot get a bit squishy. I barely got it back under wraps. I HEARD it splatter onto the ground, it was near deafening. I didn't dare turn back. I told myself I'd clean it up in a moment, I couldn't bear to see if anyone had seen. As my hand was in its near permanent position between my legs when I had my mid-stride accident, the front of my skirt that was stuffed there was soaked beyond repair. My giant stain of shame was there for the world to see, although I knew that through the course of the evening, the back was likely far, FAR worse. And so, I attempted the challenge. I started washing my hands, as my legs jiggled and danced, wet and cold as they were. I was going good for a solid 30 seconds when a girl exited a stall and started washing her hands too. Didn't take long for her to look at me. I stared back like a deer in the headlights. "Are....Are you okay?" I nodded as frantically as I could, hands still in the water. I maintained eyecontact with her as the warm water started fucking me over. I started peeing myself, quite badly, all while nodding at her. I just couldn't hold it. I removed my hands from under the water and felt a torrent drench my panties and thighs as it started soaking my socks. She didn't look down, so I'm not sure if she saw the puddle rapidly forming at my feet, but she quickly left. The second the door shut I fell to my knees, stuffed my hands and skirt between my legs, further drenching the skirt but managing to stop the flow. It was bad, but remember the rules. I got it under control, it wasn't a whole lot when compared to the absolute ocean about to explode my bladder, so I was still in the game. Even my jean sleeves were dark at the cuffs, it was humiliating. But I wasn't done yet. I hadn't lost. I could finish the gauntlet. I took some paper towel and cleaned my puddle. I took more, went back out into the mall, got on my hands and knees, and cleaned up my other puddle. I told passerbys I had spilled water, even though there was an old lady across the way that was there beforehand, eying me suspiciously. I leaked more while I was on my hands and knees there, tiny trails streaming down my inner thighs around sensitive areas...I just couldn't reliably hold it, I was that desperate. I was in control one moment, absolutely not the next. I managed to clean everything up, and went back in the bathroom for attempt two. 2 agonizing minutes of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced. My bladder was screaming at me with all the fury of the seven hells to just piss all over the floor where I was standing and just give it some goddamn relief. But I couldn't. I was so close. The entire time, I stared myself in the mirror just muttering. "Don't pee. Don't pee. Don'-- Don't you dare fucking pee." I think someone came in and took a stall at some point. I didn't care. Finishing this challenge was all I cared about. And you know what? I did it. I did it and I almost cried and I immediately messaged Rainyday asking if I was allowed to pee. Guess what? Nope! Remember the rule? I had to go to the parking lot or somewhere else outside. Only then could I relieve myself. I hobbled to the nearest exit, leaking the whole way. Every step I'd spurt a little. I just could not hold it. I was no longer in complete control and I was not getting complete control back. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. You're probably imagining this in a slow dramatic fashion but it was more like 3 steps a second with little bits of pee shooting out of me every go. I was frothing at the mouth. My face felt hot and blushy, my blood racing and rushing, I was drooling and sputtering and moaning and groaning I was just so close and I didn't care who saw. I was a wet desperate mess of a human being, constantly peeing just a little against my own control. My boots squishing every step. I took careful measures to not leave a trail, making sure if my panties and skirt didn't catch it, my jacket sleeves did. Hunched over, knockkneed and hobbling with my hands pressed into my crotch, many would see me and think a walk of shame. Nah, man. I was still going. I had completed the final challenge and was on the home stretch. This was a walk of victory. On a side note? Bladder bulge was ridiculous. I've always seen pictures and been like, why don't I ever have something like that when I hold? Those look ridiculous how does a person hold enough to look like they have an alien inside them? Tonight I finally understood. Jeeeesus. Before I knew it, I was at the car. I opened the final bonus challenge. =====LAST BONUS CHALLENGE (7:39 PM) "Again, nothing too exciting. You've made it to the end, lasted through everything, etc. Well done! So, you can last a bit longer. The bonus challenge is easy: just wait for five more minutes here, and then you can go. Good luck." I read those words and literally, for a brief moment and time, wanted to actually die. It was so tempting. I was in the car lot, next to the car, completely soaked already and just free of the mall and of people and I could just let go right there. But I had come so far, and I wasn't going to allow this to tarnish my victory. Didn't stop me from bitching about it like crazy though. It was so hard. I leaned against the car, one hand holding my area between my legs in a vice grip for dear life, the other holding the phone and reading the encouragement. Reminder that the chat wasn't just Rainyday, several Omo.org friends came to witness my monumental challenge and offer me encouragement and support the whole way through. And they kept telling me. "Come on Crim, you can do it!" "You made it to the end, you can do 5 more minutes!" "You're doing great, keep it up!" "Make us proud, Crim." <--- All of these are direct quotes, by the way. I had a cheerleading squad that made tonight do-able. I would actually like to take this moment to thank @JustCallum, @Rainyday, @Pache, and absolutely NOT @blooper for being the best company and emotional support during an epic Omorashi challenge gauntlet a gal could ask for. Feat. @Lisk who showed up, said like one sentence, and left. Let me tell you guys. I leaked and dribbled and sputtered the entire time. Some spurts were bigger than others, including a notable momentary loss of control where I peed myself for a solid 3 seconds, a torrent destroying any dry fabric left on me as I just moaned into my car window, fogging it up. The cold window felt so nice against my sweaty head. It was around this moment I realized I had somehow, at some point, gotten my T-shirt wet. Figures, given I had been constantly and slowly wetting myself since I had left the fuckin' bathroom after challenge 10. Notable quotes from me, trying to distract myself from the desperate agony, by talking about my desperate agony, because I'm goddamned stupid: KozmoFox> uwaaa im going to piss werywhere 7:36 PM okay <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ohnfuck 7:39 PM i fuck 7:39 PM i dotnt hink 7:39 PM i can 7:39 PM wait 7:39 PM 5 mirwe <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leaking 7:39 PM on ground <•KozmoFox> uwaaa gushed down leffss <•KozmoFox> uwaaa but 7:41 PM regained •KozmoFox> uwaaa i eekp fucking spurting im gonnsa die <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ive ltierslly been slowly peeing myself since i left building hwo am i still 7:43 PM holding <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Rainy 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM when can i 7:44 PM please •KozmoFox> uwaaa pleas ei cant hold it 7:44 PM when •KozmoFox> uwaaa when 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM fucking 7:44 PM say 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM plesse You can probably tell that by the end there I was completely losing control. I hadn't been able to actually hold it for quite awhile at this point, but then? Any semblance of control I had left was slipping. By the time I was doing the single word messages at the bottom, I was steadily and thoroughly pissing myself next to the car, it was streaming down my legs and splashing across my feet and all over the pavement. I was going to say you could 20 seconds ago 7:44 PM But I had to answer your question 7:44 PM You wiiinnnnnn------ 7:44 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa CAN I OR CAN I NO 7:44 PM FUCK Final time: 1:45 of constant desperate agony, from opening the first email, to being told I'm allowed to pee. In this situation, the word "FUCK" coincides with me LITERALLY exploding. The second I read "You win", I couldn't even remotely hold on if I tried. The words registered, my body completely let go. I started peeing full force. And peeing, and peeing, and peeing. Power-peeing, if you will. I didn't so much as move my arm, my entire lower body got soaked, re-soaked, and soaked again in seconds. My panties had no hope against this barrage, I had like three streams going, from off the backs of both knees and through my skirt into my hand, into an extremely heavy stream hitting the ground with all it had. My socks could absorb no more. I actually stepped out of my boots and just stood my soft feet in the growing lake of my making. After like 30 seconds I removed my hand and just relaxed my entire body, letting it flow from straight between my legs onto the ground below. Someone walked by and totally saw that part, but trust me, I was so relieved I could give less of a shit. I felt goddamn humiliated afterwards, sure, but at that moment I didn't care. This relief was worth an orgasm and a half, I felt like I had literally been reborn. By the time I was halfway done I was so relieved and relaxed I could have napped. By the time I was done, I was standing in a lake that would make a hurricane jealous. I actually almost did nap, I couldn't bring myself to start driving so I just sat in the car in my wet clothes and the heat on for like half an hour, just leaning back and chatting in IRC, enjoying not being on the brink of wetting myself like a little girl for the first time in maybe 2 hours. Of course, I had just done exactly that, but who cares? I was also, naturally, PAINFULLY aroused, but this is not the place for that, that's not what this tale is about. I eventually pulled it together, stripped off my bottoms, and drove home like that, where I am now writing about my lovely evening. Reminder one final time. Rainyday is satan. I won't be doing requests like this again for a very long time, if ever again, but damn. To paraphrase myself from the first experience I wrote like 2 years ago... this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've ever done. I'm likely never going to do a hold like this again. I think this hold, this experience, is my magnum opus. My Mona Lisa. It won't be topped by anything I do. Not to be full of myself, but I don't think anything like this exists on the experiences forum, and I'm extremely proud of myself. I put my body and soul (and self-esteem) on the line for you guys. I hope I did you all proud. I hope I captured what omorashi.org is all about today. Thank you all for reading this long as hell tale that might as well be a novel, for sticking with me this long, and for just overall being awesome people. This has been Kozmo-Lotto 4!~ Please tell me what you thought, drop a comment, shoot a message, whatever!! ^^ I love you all, and I hope you have an amazing day!
  13. 13 points
    This is my first post. I felt it would be fitting to start with how I got into wetting. If you are interested I am 19 years old and white with brown hair and brown eyes and people often tell me that I'm cute and pretty but not like hot and sexy because I have an innocent look. I am average height and weight. It all started with my friend I'll call her Amy for privacy's sake. She was on the biking team and as I was to learn later, the coach had told her that it was common to pee while biking. She looked similar to me as she also had brown eyes and hair and that same innocent look. She was a bit shorter than me as she was about 5"4 and I 5"6. We were both more or less your average teenage girls. This story is from when me and my friend were both fourteen and going into ninth grade and we both had the same job as a lifeguard in the same camp in Georgia and for some reason or another the pool was always closed on Tuesdays so we didn't work. We decided that every Tuesday we would bike to the beach. The beach is a few miles away and a forty five minute bike ride there, however I was in shape and she wad on the biking team so we had no problem making the bike ride there even with a bag of towels and everything. On the third or fourth week the inevitable happened. About ten minutes after we left, I had to pee. The road was straight with only grass on both sides but a lot of cars so there was nowhere to pee before the beach. I still told her to look out for somewhere where I can pee in case we pass somewhere. And that's when it happened. She asked wether I was wearing my bikini or underwear underneath my running shorts. I thought this was a weird question but answered that I was wearing my bikini. She then told me that I should just pee right there. I told her that if she thought that I would pull my shorts down in public she was crazy. She answered that she meant that I should just pee through my shorts and my bikini. I told her that she was had to be kidding. However she answered that she was being completely serious. To prove it, she stood up and showed me her shorts. If you looked closely you could see that they were a little damp. She said that she was laying down outside before she came to pick me up and she was reading.She had to pee but she was being lazy and just peed right through them. I asked why her mother didn't care and she answered that she only did it outside and wouldn't come in until it dried. I still thought that it was a crazy idea though. She then told me how her coach warned the team about peeing during a race and that it was common for bikers to pee while riding. She said that bikinis are made to get wet anyway and that the running shorts would dry by the time we got to the beach.She said that she got used to peeing on her bike and even peed her shorts even off her bike as long as it was outside and wasn't wearing denim. She told me she also peed in skirts a lot since out didn't show and only wet her panties. I still decided not to pee. About fifteen minutes later I really was desperate. I told her that I was going to pee and she said go ahead. I tried to but I could not get it to come out.She told me that the sane thing happened to her on her first race. She ignored the warning of her coach and couldn't pee the whole way. At the end of the race she was really desperate to per. She ended up having an accident in front of everyone else but she wasn't the only one as a few other newbies did too. When we were almost there she says she had to pee so she stood up and just peed. The sight of her peeing made me lose control and I flooded my sorts and bikini. When we got to the beach I found out that she wasn't even wearing a bikini. She was wearing blue cotton panties that were soaked. She didn't mind be seeing her in her underwear but then she used a towel to put on her bikini. After going in the ocean, we layed down on towels and talked. Eventually the topic of peeing came up again. I asked her why she was able to let go of her pee like that. No matter how hard I tried I wasn't able to. Amy answered that she also wasn't able to at first. After her huge first race she went home and started trying to get used to peering through clothes. First she left her panties on while on the toilet trying to pee. However, she wasn't able to let go.so then she would pull her panties down and start peering then she would pull her panties on while still peeing. Once she got used to peeing through panties she added shorts on. After that she did it in the backyard and then finally on a bike. On the way back more or less the same thing happened. We both ended up peeing ourselves and I thought I was weird because it felt good. When I got home a started training myself to let go because I thought it would be helpful and I kinda felt weird about it. I knew about sex at the time but I didn't connect the two yet. A year or two later it became a sex fetish for me and I learned that she was just doing it for the convenience not because it was a sex fetish for her. Over the summer it became normal for us to pee while biking and I always peed through my bikini. One time I did it not while biking. I was outside and I just decided to pee myself for no reason. I felt a bit guilty but also a bit what I later found out to be turned on. I have quite a few more stories to tell about me and Amy where one of us if not both of us peed ourselves if anyone is interested.
  14. 13 points
    They had a lot of ones I liked - thanks for letting me know they existed! Here are the ones I got: [clips4sale.com]CasualPeeingFloorRoomie.mp4 [clips4sale.com]WettingTheBed.mp4 [clips4sale.com]NonchalantNewRoomies.mp4
  15. 12 points
    Hello! So I freaking love the Fallout series. I’ve played every game, and beaten most of them several times. And though I love many characters, I don’t love any of them half as much as I love Curie. So naturally, I loved imagining her wetting/soiling herself for one reason or another. Minor Fallout 4 spoiler you need to know for this to make sense: Curie is a robot that you can “download” into a synthetic human body. At the start, she has no clue how to operate her new body, which opens up quite a few opportunities for omo. This story takes place just after she switches bodies. Also, Sole Survivor’s name is Jane. But anyway, time for the story. Fair warning: messing and fear wetting. -------------------------------------------------------------------- “Zis just feels so… strange,” Curie intoned in her exotic French accent. She was thoroughly inspecting her new arms. Jane chuckled a bit as she watched Curie repeatedly clench and unclench her fist. “You get used to it,” Jane said, as comfortingly as she could. “But you have had your whole life to get used to it, what if I never get used to it?” she said, worried. Jane hadn’t recalled her ever sounding so worried when she was still a robot. Now though, she occupied the body of a somewhat tall woman, with very short black hair and fair skin. She wore a pink and white checkered shirt, and simple blue jeans. “I’m confident in you, Curie,” Jane said. Curie blushed. Jane wore her Vault 111 jumpsuit, augmented with leather armor on her arms, legs, and chest. A powerful rifle was holstered on her back. She was caucasian with very pale skin, and silvery-blonde hair that curled and twisted all over the place, down to her shoulders. “Well, uh, thank you, I -oh!” Curie suddenly gasped, and put her hands over her crotch. “What is it?” Jane asked, though she could guess. “I forgot how to hold it for a moment, and I believe I urinated a little,” she said, without a hint of shame. She lifted her hands from her blue jeans, “how bad is it?”. Curie was still adjusting to her new body, so events like this were to be expected. Jane looked, and could see a wet patch roughly two inches in diameter occupying the space between Curie’s legs, “Not too bad,”. “I recall that you were always embarrassed when you had an accident. Should I feel embarrassed?” Curie asked, with legitimate curiosity. “Well, yes,” Jane replied, blushing slightly. “Well zen, may I please change?” Curie asked, though Jane suspected it was only because she thought she had to. “Soon enough,” Jane brought up her Pip-Boy, and loaded the map. They were still in the dead center of the ruins of Boston. Not an ideal place to be. It was a long walk to the Taffington Boathouse, which Jane and the Minutemen had turned into a relatively nice safehouse, but they’d be safest there. The important part was getting out of Boston ASAP. She relayed all this to Curie. -------------------------------------------------------------------- About half an hour passed, and they were nearly out of Boston. Curie was getting the hang of her body, her periodic stumbles and trips becoming rarer and rarer. Jane was on edge, though. Curie was unarmed and unarmored, for one because Jane had none to spare at the moment, and also because she wasn’t sure she trusted Curie to handle a firearm right now. Along with finer control of her legs, Curie had managed to keep control over her bladder. “Madam?” Curie asked innocently. “Yeah?” “I believe I require ze restroom,” Jane looked at Curie as she said this, and Curie’s face was clearly puzzled and confused, uncertain of what to do in this situation. Both of her hands rested over her crotch, not quite holding, but not just there for show. “Umm, can it wait? We really shouldn’t stop here for something like that; it’s too dangerous,” “For a little while, I think,” Curie looked down, pondering something, “I could just go now. In my clothes,”. “What? Why?” Jane asked, her confusion spelled out across her face. “If we cannot stop here, then I would prefer to not be in a state of discomfort for so long. Though it is very unsanitary, I could clean up when we get-” “No no, it’s… it’s fine. Just hold on. We’ll find somewhere. Don’t wet your pants,” “It is more than just ‘wet’, Madam,” Super. “Well, don’t do that, either, Curie,” “I will hold on,” The two continued walking. They passed by a number of ruined storefronts, most of the buildings too damaged to enter. Jane was a fairly talented sniper, and was very skilled at avoiding enemies. Using her techniques, she’d managed to guide them around most of the major threats without ever being in danger. Seems someone, somewhere lacked those skills, as multiple bursts of gunfire suddenly erupted from somewhere a few blocks away. Jane turned quickly towards the sound, before realizing it wasn’t aimed at them. Curie jumped and gasped at the sudden shock. “Oh my… Is that what it feels like to be frightened?” Curie’s face was a mask of total anxiety and unease. “Yup,” “I do not like zis feeling” she said, shaking her head. “No one does. Don’t worry, you’re safe,” Jane reached over and put a steadying hand on Curie’s slightly-shivering shoulder. “Thank you, Madam, I- Oh no!” She said, looking down. Jane followed her gaze to see that the wet spot on Curie’s pants had expanded considerably. An apple-sized patch now rested on her crotch, just barely reaching down her thighs, as well. She must have lost some control when the gunfire went off, but not realized till just now. “I do not like zis feeling, either,” Curie said, clearly looking to Jane for some sort of guidance. Guidance Jane had no idea how to give. Sure, people peeing their pants wasn’t infrequent in the Commonwealth; and Jane, herself, was no stranger to it. But she was somewhat new to consoling someone else over it. In the earlier days, just after she emerged from the Vault, Jane could hardly keep her pants dry and unsoiled. Every day she thought she’d seen the most horrifying thing the Commonwealth had to offer, out pops something scarier. She tried to remember how she felt when she’d ruined her trousers, maybe that would help her think of something to say. “Don’t worry about it, Curie,” She opened her mouth to speak more, but before she could, another woman’s voice interrupted. “Hey!!” Came a desperate and aggressive voice. Curie and Jane both turned around as quick as possible. A dark-skinned woman with ratty hair and wild eyes was holding a pistol at the pair. She was wearing a basic white T-shirt with blue-jean overalls. “Gimme all your caps! Now!!” Her voice shook a little. Jane sized her up quickly as Curie took cover behind her. The woman was clearly desperate and not good at this sort of thing. The hands holding up her gun trembled, and Jane could see the thug’s legs shake ever so slightly. Jane looked over the mugger’s pistol, and… yup. Jane took a couple steps forward, “You’re kidding, right?”. The mugger quickly adjusted her gun in an “I’ll do it” sort of way. “B-back up!” she stammered. Jane continued walking forward until the gun’s barrel was touching her belly, “You won’t shoot me,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Y-yes I will!” “Not with the safety on, you won’t,” Jane said, smirking. The mugger attempted to pull the trigger, but only heard an empty click. Jane quickly pushed the pistol to point at the ground as she drew her own revolver, and levelled it at the mugger’s head. Tears formed in her eyes, and she began making terrified whimpers. Jane looked down with some satisfaction as a dark patch developed between the mugger’s legs, which then spread down her overalls. The glistening wetness spread all over the front of the woman’s pants, creating a heart-shaped dark patch on the fronts of her thighs. Thick columns of wetness completed their journey down her legs, and deposited in a massive puddle at the woman’s feet. As her bladder failed, her other end took the opportunity to void. A wet crackling sound occupied the sudden emergence of a horrible smell in the air as the woman totally loaded her overalls. “Leave. Now. Do not look back,” Jane commanded. The mugger only nodded as quickly as she could before turning to sprint away. As she turned, Jane could plainly see the mess in the woman’s pants. The bulge was nearly twice the size of a baseball, and her pants were stained slightly brown at the bottom of the rather large bulge. Curie walked up to Jane, “I suppose it really isn’t uncommon for human’s to lose control of such functions,”. “With the right motivation, you can make anyone have to change their pants,” Jane said. “I will keep zis in mind,” Curie said, enthusiastically. That couldn’t be good. -------------------------------------------------------------------- The two had finally escaped the perilous clutches of the Boston ruins. The sun was still high in the sky, meaning they should definitely be able to make it to Taffington before nightfall. They were walking over an old stone bridge that was littered with discarded vehicles. Curie’s kind-of holding herself had evolved into full on grabbing-and-holding-to-keep-from-totally-pissing-in-her-pants. “M-madam?” Curie said, slightly bent over. “You need the restroom?” “I… yes. Badly,” She winced a little, “I am not familiar enough with zis body to know if I can hold it any longer,”. “We’re not too far from Taffington, are you sure you can’t hold it?” Jane asked. “I… I-” Curie scrunched her face, and Jane looked down to see the wet patch grow significantly. Two large streaks began their descent down her thighs, but didn’t go too far. The wet spot nearly doubled in size, but it seemed Curie was back in control. “I do not believe I can last much longer...”. Jane sighed deeply, “Okay, okay. It’s ‘safe’ here, so go ahead and go behind that car. I’ll keep watch.”. She drew her rifle, and turned her back to give Curie some privacy. Curie stumbled forward, leaking a little more pee into her pants with each step, before reaching her destination. She moved to unbutton her pants, and finally succeeded. As she dropped her jeans, exposing her wet, white panties, the familiar sound of a bullet crashing against metal caused Jane to suddenly push Curie to the ground. Curie landed on her butt, with her back leaning against the car she’d been using for cover. Her pants were still down around her ankles, but she had not been able to pull her (slightly yellowed) panties down at all. Jane emerged from their shared cover, and looked through her rifle’s scope. She spotted the Gunners advancing towards them, each laying down suppressive fire until they could close the gap. Jane fired one shot, but missed. As the Gunners returned fire, she ducked as a cacophony of small, metallic clangs consumed their hearing. Jane glanced at Curie to check on her, and… yup. Curie was sitting in a gradually expanding puddle as she peed hard into her panties. The yellow stain covered her crotch and the entire backside of her formerly white underwear. Between the clanging of bullets, Jane was sure she heard a faint hissing noise. A particularly ambitious bullet penetrated through their cover, and came dangerously close to hitting Curie. She yelped in alarm, and brought her knees to her chest, as she retreated into the fetal position. A low pbltpbltpblt sounded from Curie’s rear, and was followed by a loud, wet, crackling, squishing noise as the seat of her panties expanded forcefully. The messy bulge grew and grew, immediately dwarfing the size of the mugger’s load, earlier. The slightly-yellow-but-mostly-white fabric of the panties turned completely brown as she produced a veritable avalanche in her underpants. Poor thing, Jane thought, I’m gonna make them pay for scaring Curie like this. With inspiration drawn from seeing her friend in such distress, Jane stood once more, and shouldered her rifle. Her crosshair lingered over one of the Gunner’s faces. She pulled the trigger, and suddenly there was no face left to linger on. She panned over to the next, and gave him the same procedure. She turned to the final gunner, a fairly young woman. The legs of her military fatigues had spreading, wet streaks flowing down them as she saw her companions fall. She turned to run, dropping her gun. She vanished behind some trees before Jane was able to take her down. Jane put a hund on Curie’s shuddering shoulder, “Curie. Curie!” she said, shaking her. Curie slowly looked up, realizing it was over. Jane knelt down next to her, keeping one hand on her friend’s shoulder for comfort, “It’s okay, Curie. You’re fine, you’re safe. Let’s get you home,”. As Jane offered her hand to help Curie up, Curie looked down, and noticed the rather dismal state of her underwear, “Oh… I no longer require the restroom, Madam,” she said, forlornly. She accepted Jane’s hand and stood, “Should I try and clean my underwear first?” she asked, feeling the front and back of her panties. “No. Gunners like to travel in large groups, and one of them lived. We need to leave, now. Just… just pull your pants up over the accident, it’s fine,”. Curie complied, and pulled up her pants, wincing as the somewhat tight pants squished her mess up against her. At least the relatively small wet spots on her jeans hid the true extent of her accident. The same could not be said of the rather conspicuous bulge, which was plainly visible in the seat of her pants. Curie was still a little shaky, but she and Jane fled quickly from the area. -------------------------------------------------------------------- At long last, they were closing in on Taffington Boathouse. It was maybe another forty-five minutes, maybe an hour away. Jane looked back, and noticed Curie seemed miserable. Not that she could blame her. It very much reminded her of her first outing into the Wasteland- lots of terror, peeing, pooping, and crying. “You okay?” She asked, though the answer was evident in Curie’s sickened stare. “I… I do not dislike my new body...” “But...” Jane interjected. “I do dislike some of the emotions that come with it. How do you deal with being so afraid?” “It comes with experience. You’ve seen me have accidents tons of times,” “But I never saw you curl into the fetal position,” Curie said, a hint of shame in her voice. “Look...” Jane began, trying to think of what to say, “A lot of our emotions are terrible. Fear, anxiety, shame… but it’s worth having those if it means that we can still feel the good ones, right?” she said, throwing her arm over Curie’s shoulder. That was honestly the best she could come up with. Curie looked over to her and smiled, “Yes… I suppose it is,”. She sadly patted the bulge that presided over her butt, “I think I am beginning to feel embarassed and shameful over zis. Was your first time so bad?” she asked, curiously. Jane sighed, but decided it may bring her friend some comfort. She began the tale. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Jane had just emerged from Vault 111. She found her old robot, Codsworth, who advised her to venture into Concord and seek help from the people there. As she stood on the outskirts of the town, the sounds of a full-on firefight were evident. Jane was tempted to run as fast as she could from the ruined little town, but she knew it may be her only chance to find someone who could help her find her missing son. She swallowed, and steeled herself, and pressed further into the town. As she walked, the firefight worsened, and she could hear people screaming. During the battle, something exploded. It was loud, and it shook the earth. Jane could only whimper and shiver. Then she noticed a warmth travelling down her right thigh. She’d been so nervous that she had peed quite a bit. A circular stain rested on her crotch, and a little had gone down her left thigh, but a long, thick streak traced all the way down to her right knee. Despite wanting to completely wet herself and begin throwing up out of fear, she pressed on. She encountered a number of raiders attacking a lone Minuteman defender, and decided to help the Minuteman. As she fought, with every bullet that landed near her, with every time a raider noticed her, she leaked a little more. By the time she’d actually fought her way inside the museum the Minutemen were holed up in, the front, back, and inside of her pants were thoroughly soaked. The Minutemen didn’t seem to judge her too harshly for it, thankfully. Their plan was to use an old suit of power armor in the building to finish off the raiders. Easy. As she got in and began to tear through the opposition with a minigun she tore off of a downed helicopter, she heard a strange roar from below the ground. Midway through the intense battle, part of the street exploded open as a massive, reptilian monster known as a deathclaw had decided to go hunting. It turned the remaining raiders into soggy ribbons, then darted towards Jane. It picked her up, and began banging its enormous claws against her armor, trying to get at the squishy human inside. Jane screamed the entire time. She recalled reading once that T-51b armor, and later models, came equipped with facilities to handle waste. She could vouch that earlier models, like her T-45d armor, did not. As the deathclaw attempted to pry her armor open, she abandoned any thoughts of maintaining bowel control, and forcefully soiled herself. Eventually, she wriggled out of its grasp and retrieved her minigun, then blew the beast away. When she returned to the Minutemen, she was grateful that her armor hid the fact that she’d had another accident. By the time she’d returned home, and could take the armor off, her mess had been smeared all across her backside and thighs, browning her jumpsuit’s leggings. -------------------------------------------------------------------- “So… even though you were so afraid that you had an accident even before the fighting started, how did you stay brave enough to keep going?” Curie asked, fascinated. “I… I had to. For my son. That’s why I’m so ‘brave’ around you, Curie. I want to keep you safe, and I won’t do that by being afraid of everything,”. Curie blushed and smiled. “Do you think I didn’t want to piss myself when they started shooting? Hell, I think I actually did leak a little...” Jane said, slightly embarassed. “I don’t believe you,” Curie said. “Seriously. I have to go, too, you know. Almost lost it during that fight,” “I think I’d feel better if you’d have had an accident, too,” Curie mused. Jane sighed, again. She couldn’t believe she was about to do this, but considering everything, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to make all the way to Taffington, either. She gave a quiet “Hmmph,” and began pushing. Curie looked at her curiously, then her eyes fell to Jane’s legs. “M-madam!” she exclaimed. Jane felt warmth totally envelope her crotch. It spread quickly as she peed full-force into her clothing. She exhaled as she felt warm rivers flow down both of her legs. The wetness curled around her legs, just barely spreading across the bottom of her butt. The hot liquid flowed messily out of the cuffs of her pants, splattering noisily on the ground. Her visible relief faded as the next phase of this little operation began. She grunted softly, and felt her butt cheeks part. A firm log made its way into her jumpsuit’s seat. It tented out significantly, before finally folding in and smooshing up between her pink panties and butt cheeks. She exhaled again, and tugged at jumpsuit a bit, feeling the mess settling in the back of her pants. Her wet legs were cooling in the breeze. Curie’s face was full of satisfaction. “Thank you, Madam,” she said, gratefully. “Don’t… don’t mention it,” Jane said, and she meant tit. “It looks like you were right,” Curie began. “About what?” “With the right motivation, you can make anyone have to change their pants,” Curie said, quoting Jane. So this is what she meant. It was going to be fun explaining this to the crew at Taffington...
  16. 12 points

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    Anyone remember this game from years ago? Pretty hard, wasn't it? You had to reach at least 60 points by pressing the arrow key that matches the one on-screen, but if you pressed the wrong button you would lose three points. Also, to get the best result you needed to score at least 70. And did I mention you have a measly 32 seconds to do it in? ...well, ok, so it wasn't so much HARD as it was TEDIOUS and ANNOYING. In any case, I worked some special Zapdos magic on it and now hitting the correct arrow scores you not one, but A WHOLE FIFTEEN POINTS WHAT I also included a second version that does away with the desk in front of the girl (usually it slowly disappears anyway but in this version it's not even there to begin with). Have fun you filthy cheaters

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  17. 11 points
    Okay, so here's some art I did of a friends FFXIV character for my own pleasure, and yours of course. I am working on a mini comic, this is part of it! - Keep in mind its Kind Of Beta, and I DID modify a nice Stock Image for the special Au Ra bladder/urinary system! ENJOY ^^;;;
  18. 11 points
    Your body is arched over, like a hunchback, with both hands pressed firmly against your chest, you can feel the pressure. As small bands of sweat form on your forehead, your breaths start to engulf large lungfuls of air. With your teeth clenched tightly, your eyes are clamped shut, as your mind try's to block out the outside world. "Rrrrpptt" trumpets loudly from your bottom, puffing out the back of your thick diaper. Gasping, you grab the back of your diaper, trying to regain control. you can feel your guts churning and loosening with every single breath. The pained look on your face says it all, shaken, your small aching body gives up, beginning to release the contents of your bowels into your diaper. "SPLORTCH!" Echoes in the room, the diaper around your waist is dragged down by the gigantic load. Standing up, you feel the foul mass radiating on your backside like a heater. Starting to feel light-headed, you decide to move to the mirror to see the mess. You can feel the titanic load of mess within your diaper, squishing against you anus with every step you manage. Your cheeks turn a bright red as you assess the damage. It's surprising that the diaper held this much. Sitting down feels like an amazing experience, as the mass fully envelopes you in a warm, sticky blanket. Your mind and body are in complete bliss as your eyes drift away. Lying down, you place your thumb in your mouth and start to suckle, not long before your eyes shut tightly and move slowly away from reality... Please give any feedback you can, I appreciate it greatly.
  19. 11 points
    This is one of the most amazing videos I've ever seen- it's so sensual and hot even before the peeing starts! Warning: Contains nudity https://vk.com/videos212584022?z=video212584022_456239067%2Fpl_212584022_-2 massage wetting.mp4
  20. 11 points
    I don’t remember exactly when my friends found out about my tiny bladder. I just know that they realized at some point or another and that was all they needed. Whether I enjoyed it (which, naturally, I did) or hated it, it became their goal that, from time to time, they would make me as miserable as possible without making me pee myself. Now I, being an omo enthusiast, played along- pretended to be naive enough to think they wouldn’t do it, pretended to be mad when they dared me not to go… but deep down, I loved it. This particular time happened quite a while ago, although I can only speculate on exactly when it was. It was, however, one of the best experiences I’ve had and I hope you guys enjoy the story. ... I was already uncomfortable when the time came for the usual midnight shenanigans. We had all planned to leave after our raid attempt in... Destiny, I believe, but it got late and we decided to just stay the night, so we did something we had been doing since we were kids. The six of us, my best friend, his best friend, the one who’s house we were at, my best friend’s girlfriend, one of her geekier friends and me, decided to play sardines. If you’ve never heard of sardines, it’s a game very similar to hide and seek. Well… somewhat similar. One person hides and the rest search for him or her. Once one person finds the hider, that person hides with them. Once one person is left, they become the hider and the rest return to seeking for the next round. Oh, and it is played in complete darkness. Very fun even if you’re not a kid, but it can be a little scary sometimes, especially if you’re not entirely if your mental faculties aren’t running at 100%, which none of ours were. I believe we chose the first hider by age, so… let’s call her Lilith- my best friend’s gf- hid first. We went up the stairs to wait it out while she found a hiding spot, then flipped off the lights. It didn’t take very much searching as she hadn’t spent to much time in the house and didn’t know it well enough to find a good hiding spot, but even in the short amount of time I spent looking, my discomfort nearly doubled. It was part the movement, part the fear of bumping into something or someone, and part all the drinking I had been doing. I wasn’t the last one, but with the amount of squirming I did once I was safely in the hiding spot shortened the round considerably. Perhaps it was this that tipped my friends off. As we stood huddled at the top of the steps waiting for a sufficient amount of time to pass, Lilith’s friend (let’s call her Anna) looked slyly at me. “Hey, are you alright? You were moving around a lot last round,” she asked innocently. “Uh… yeah,” I replied hastily. “I’m fine.” She raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?” She persisted, a hint of playfulness creeping into her voice. “I mean, you’re looking pretty red… are you sure you don’t have to… pee?” Anna drew the last word out to a dramatic crescendo and then looked at me expectantly. I’m sure I got redder, because her innocent expression broke into a malicious smile. “Oh, you do!” She exclaimed, then, more quietly, “Well, you can’t go now. You might accidentally find (err… best friend… Calvin. Sure.) Calvin. That wouldn’t be fair, now, would it?” The friend who owned the house merely watched on with an ever growing grin before looking at his watch. “We can probably go now.” He chimed in, interrupting Anna’s teasing. He flipped the switch and led us down the stairs into the pitch black basement. Being at the end of the line heading down the steps just behind Anna, I was able to give myself a quick squeeze before going to look for Calvin. Calvin, having been to the house many times before, was significantly harder to find. Being as skinny as he was didn’t limit his hiding options either. Eventually, I found him because house owner de jure (Logan, I will call him) had found Calvin and seated himself none too skillfully next to the hiding spot, not being skinny enough to fit. After a short while, Anna found us and stood behind me. We stood there for a while, listening silently to Lilith and other friend sound off, asking where the other was and if they had found us yet. I was still fidgeting, but standing up made it easier since the button on my pants wasn’t pressing into my bladder so much. After several minutes, I felt hands creeping up my back, tickling slightly and making their way towards my shoulders. I instinctively crossed my arms over my chest, assuming that Anna would probably jokingly fondle me like she does from time to time, but I was horrified when the hands went instead to my underarms and began to tickle me. I wrenched myself away, the sudden fright and tickling combining to make my bladder lurch, a few droplets leaking out of me. After a few moments of wondering whether the sound of my movements alerted the remaining seekers, my heart stopped pounding and I decided it was safe to return to my hiding spot. After a few moments, however, I felt hands on my back again and whipped around, only to find the hands grabbing me were not Anna’s, but Logan’s. He grabbed me and held me in place while Anna returned to tickling me, although, this time, I had no means of escape. I could only jam my hands into my crotch and try to keep from crying out as I was tickled mercilessly. As I wiggled desperately trying to keep my now aching bladder from spurting into my undergarments, the tickling became more and more fierce and I began to lose control. The first squirt was tiny, barely dampening my underwear, but the second was longer and I began to panic. “Anna, please…” I begged in a whisper between fits of silent laughter, but she said nothing and continued to torment me. “I’m about to pee my pants. Come on.” Still the torture continued. The next squirt was even longer than the last two and I felt certain that the pee was visible on my tight, light blue jeans. The last spurt signaled the beginning of a constant trickle that I couldn’t seem to stop. I could feel it dripping slowly down my leg, and I began to kick at Anna, who stood in front of me. The kick to her leg made her stop and back up for a moment, but after only a second, she returned, more vicious than ever. Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. I screamed, and her hands left my body. I collapsed to my knees and jammed both hands into my crotch. The flow tapered off, but I knew that I had a huge wet spot, probably nearly half a foot, down both legs. My male friend and Lilith both came to investigate the scream and found the group of hiders, myself included. Calvin asked what I had screamed about, but I could only whimper in response. Anna explained that they had been tickling me, but no other questions were asked, and everyone basically stepped around me and left me to sit there. “Hey, guys?” Lilith called softly. “Do you mind if I use the bathroom before the next round?” “No,” Anna responded. “No, not at all.” I looked up, seeing an opportunity. Lilith wasn’t in on this yet, I figured. She might just let me go to the bathroom. I stood up slowly, clenching my bladder muscles, and stumbled over to the bathroom door where Lilith stood, just on the verge of closing it, the light on. “Wait!” I pleaded. “Wait, Lilith. Please… I have to pee so bad. Can I please go first?” She looked me up and down for a moment, assessing my hunched, desperate posture and the way my hands were locked on my crotch in the dim light that the bathroom cast out. After a short moment of deliberation, she answered. “No,” she said simply, before closing and locking the door. “NO!” I shouted through the door. “Lilly, please! I can’t hold it much longer!” I knocked loudly on the door, but when I heard no answer, I collapsed against the door, feeling tears welling in my eyes and urine swelling my bladder. I was at my limit, and I knew it was only a matter of time. I knocked again. “Lilith, I’m begging you! I’m about to piss myself if you don’t just open this door! Come on.” Still no response. I began to despair. After almost a minute, I knew I was out of time. Sweat was absolutely pouring out of me, my bladder was sending waves of desperation through my body, and I could feel my control slipping. I knocked one last time, unable to form any words with my mind completely on my bursting bladder. Finally, collapsed to my knees as the last of my control ebbed away. The sudden sound of Lilith’s pee hitting the toilet was the thing that sent me over the edge. My muscles gave out, and after a second, pee began spraying from me full force. I could feel it spilling down my legs, making a huge dark spot on my pants that grew and grew. The pee spread outwards, making its way across the front of my pants, spreading past my knees, soaking my butt. My control had completely disappeared and all I could do was enjoy the relief and try not to think about the enormous amount of humiliation I would face when my friends saw the mess I had made. By now, I could feel the pee puddling on the ground beneath my knees and I knocked softly on the door one more time as the last of my urine was absorbed by my pants or dripped to the ground. “Almost finished,” Lilith responded, her voice muffled by the door. I stood up with less difficulty this time, but when I felt some additional droplets of pee fall down my leg, I nearly collapsed again. Lilith looked awed when she saw my soaked pants, and the rest of my friends, especially Anna, were very apologetic. To be honest, I don’t think they actually expected me to wet myself as I never had before, and haven't pushed me to hold it since. Honestly, they are good friends, but they can be cruel sometimes, especially when they get into the right mood. Although they didn’t know it, they gave me quite the enjoyable evening, and I know I won’t be forgetting it anytime soon, nor will I experience anything as exciting on my own. ... Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed doing it. If you did, feel free to let me know, or, if not, let me know what I could do to make the next story better. Make it less wordy? Describe the desperation more? Feedback is always appreciated. Thanks for reading and if you'd like to suggest any pee holding challenges for me to write about, I'd be happy to try those out as well.
  21. 11 points
    View File Cute Lady Pee's Her Pants While Jump Roping Happen to come across a new video. Submitter tmivelaz Submitted 03/31/2017 Category Pants Wetting  
  22. 10 points
    I'm relatively new to omorashi, in the sense that while I've been fascinated with wetting since I was little, I haven't explored it much. I've wet my pants on purpose a handful of times spaced out over seven years or so. I'd wanted to try peeing in bed, but I didn't want to get pee on my mattress. I also wasn't keen on the idea of buying a protector designed for incontinence. Then I found out these existed. I finally bought one a couple of weeks ago. Last night I decided to try it out. I took a shower, because the feel of being freshly clean and dry turns me on. I put on a pair of sweatpants (no panties) and a comfortable old t-shirt and spread the Throe over my mattress. Lying on my back under a soft comforter, I read wetting experiences on this site, watched some videos, and... nothing. Despite the fact that I hadn't peed since that morning, I was too aroused and/or not desperate enough to actually pee. It got very late. Finally I gave up, used the bathroom so I could sleep, tossed the Throe on the floor, and went to sleep. That night, I dreamed that I was at a bar for my birthday party, and that this bar had a challenge where you had to drink a series of drinks without peeing, and then go into a special restroom stall that had only a drain and no toilet and pee in your pants. I completed the challenge, and it felt great. (I didn't wet the bed. I dream about peeing all the time when I have to go, but I don't (usually) wake up, and I don't pee in my sleep. The fact that I'm peeing and peeing and not feeling any relief often tips me off that I'm dreaming.) The next morning - today - I didn't use the bathroom like I normally would. I was working from home today, and there wasn't much I actually needed to do; so functionally I had the day mostly to myself. Throughout the morning, I drank a large glass of juice and half a 12 oz Coke that I had in the fridge. I started to feel desperate around 3 pm. I'd never actually been so desperate that I peed uncontrollably, but this was starting to feel promising. It looked like nothing much was going to happen with work - and my phone would notify me in any case - so I got up and put the Throe back on my bed. Moving from the couch made me leak a tiny bit, and I actually held myself on my way upstairs - something I hadn't felt a need to do since I was a kid. I settled in my bed as before with my phone, still wearing the same sweatpants and t-shirt I'd slept in; but after a few minutes I decided I should have something to drink. I went back downstairs and got another glass of juice, again leaking a little and keeping my legs pressed together so I wouldn't pee. Once back in bed, I picked up reading stories where I'd left off. The pressure in my bladder grew steadily. Eventually I sat up a little to take a drink, and tensing my abs to do that caused a painful spike of pressure and squeezed a spurt of pee into my sweatpants. I felt it trickle down and pool around my butt. I took another drink every couple of minutes, and each time the spurt was bigger. I thought that surely I must be close to losing control. I was wriggling my legs and rocking slightly to keep from peeing. What actually happened, though, was that the full-bladder ache abruptly became something else - a diffuse, unpleasant pain that I felt in my back and in my right side. Forget about losing control; I needed to pee now to get relief from the pain. I tried to go, and - nothing. Trying to force it only made it worse, so I took a few deep breaths and relaxed as much as I could. Finally a tiny trickle of pee started in my sweatpants. It wasn't enough, though, so I pushed until the trickle became a torrent. I felt warm wetness shoot down both of my legs to the knee and pool under my butt. After a few seconds, it stopped. I lay still in my puddle, content to just relax for a while. Very soon I realized that my bladder was still very full, but with the edge taken off the desperation, I couldn't pee again right away. I kept reading stories. With the pressure still building, I decided to see if having an orgasm would help relax me enough to pee. It only took a few minutes of rubbing my clit before I came. I settled in to resume waiting for my pelvic muscles to loosen up from their post-orgasm tension. Maybe 20 minutes later, I felt urine flow tentatively from my bladder to my pee hole. By this time I just wanted relief from the pleasantly aching urgency, so I didn't fight it. Instead, I did my best to relax. As before, a tiny trickle of pee flowed out. I couldn't keep it going just by relaxing, though: every time I felt it trickle around my butt, my sphincter involuntarily closed. I badly wanted to pee, and I was tired of waiting; so once again I pushed until the trickle became a stream and then a torrent. I felt the warm liquid shoot down my legs again - this time nearly to my ankles. I peed full-on for maybe 10 seconds before I had to pause for breath, but I immediately resumed. Soon I could hear a liquid burbling noise: I was peeing faster than the Throe could absorb it, and it was flowing into the puddle, making a sound not unlike a gentle fountain. My bladder was perhaps half empty at this point. The sheer relief felt amazing. I kept peeing forcefully, feeling the Throe grow wet and warm under my legs and butt, until the flow slowed to a trickle. When the last few drops had run out, I heaved a sigh of happiness and relief and just lay there bonelessly for a little while, feeling the gentle sensations of the pee puddle spreading out under and along my body. I kept reading wetting experience stories here, and before long, I was horny again. For the second time in half an hour, I reached into my sweatpants and rubbed myself until I came. Now came the real test of the Throe: cleanup. I sat up carefully, lifting the comforter off the bed as I did so (happily, it had stayed dry). My legs and the back of my shirt were soaked. Pee pooled around my butt, so I stood up carefully on the bed so as not to spill any fluid off the Throe. My puddle was much bigger than I'd realized; there was even pee on my pillow, to my chagrin. The back of my sweatpants was soaked from waist to ankle. I stripped off my wet clothing and dropped it in the center of the bed, then stepped carefully to the floor, managing not to spill anything. After a shower, I returned to inspect the damage more closely. The clothes I'd left on the bed had apparently absorbed the puddle. They were wet, obviously; but they didn't drip when I picked them up. My mattress remained completely dry. And the Throe? The material was plenty wet, but there didn't seem to be any freely puddled liquid left anywhere. It took my pee like a champ. What's more, it was soft and comfortable to lie on. Despite being waterproof, it didn't feel or sound like rubber or plastic: it felt just like a slightly fuzzy blanket. A couple of hours later, I was able to gather it up and toss it in the laundry, no problem (and I only waited that long because I lost track of time). I did find the sheet underneath to be very slightly damp later, but that could well be because I let the wet Throe sit there so long.
  23. 10 points
    Hey guys! Many of you who know me here know that I basically have a bladder made of iron, and that losing legitimate control over my muscles is nearly impossible for me. Well, that all changed yesterday! I had actually planned on beginning my hold the night before, by taking my usual bedtime pee, then holding once I woke up. That actually didn't pan out, because I apparently had too much caffeine. I wound up going to the bathroom 2 hours after going to sleep, then another 2 hours after that. I did finally manage to stay asleep until 7 AM after that last break, though. When I woke up, my desperation level was around a 5 out of 10. I wasn't in any real danger. I went about my morning as usual (aside from a typical morning pee). I went and got a 32 oz Dr. Pepper and drank a little over 1/3 of it within about 15 minutes or so. From that point on, I sipped on my soda while also having 8 oz of water about every half hour. By 11 AM, I was noticeably fidgety, but not yet to the point of feeling like I needed to hold myself. I was having regular spasms in my bladder, and if I'd sneezed at that point, I definitely would've leaked (if not lost everything). I'd put it at about a 7/10. Bear in mind that this is was going a lot faster than I'm used to. I know a lot of people are used to reaching this point within an hour or two, but this was the fastest I've gotten this desperate that I can ever remember. Anyway, from there, it seemed like everything I'd been drinking was going straight to my bladder. Oddly enough, around 1 PM, it seemed like I reached a plateau of sorts. My level of desperation had stalled at an 8/10. I was understandably saddened by this, because I was starting to think I'd be able to hold a lot longer. Fortunately for me, my desperation spiked to somewhere around a 9.8 within the next 30 minutes. At 1:29 PM, I raced upstairs to my shower so I wouldn't pee all over the couch or carpet. I did a pee dance in the shower, bending and bouncing and clenching my muscles while intermittently holding myself. It was maybe 2 minutes before I was leaking drops involuntarily. I clamped down on my muscles more, but it seemed that the tighter I tried to squeeze my muscles, the more I would pee. I started losing a steady trickle that I was only able to stop for a couple of seconds at a time. Maybe 4 minutes after I'd gone upstairs, I was losing spurts every few seconds. At first, my pee was confined to my underwear, but after the 3rd or 4th spurt, I had a noticeable wet spot on my crotch. I lost another 3 or 4 spurts in rapid succession, barely managing to clamp down on my muscles before I lost control again. And then my bladder gave out completely on me. I didn't consciously allow it to happen; it just did. I was vigorously peeing my pants, and it must have lasted a good 60 seconds, full force. When I was done, my jeans were soaked from inside seam to outside seam on the front, from just below my zipper all the way to my cuffs. It was such an exhilarating experience for me, but it was more relaxing than anything else. Anyway, just thought I'd share my success with you guys. :)
  24. 10 points

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  25. 9 points
    Ive already shared a few stories in which my other half wet herself for me, but this one has the be the best experience ive had. This story takes place a few years ago. On this particular evening, we had decided to go to our local pub for a few drinks. After a hard day at work it was both what we needed to unwind. During the evening we enjoyed a few pints of lager each and, as you do, visited the bathroom once or twice in between rounds. At least, I did and assumed she had too at some point. Once we had both had our fill of conversation and alcohol, we decided to head out into the cold for the short walk home. I said I needed to go to the loo before we left but she told me she was ok and would wait outside. Once I was done I put on my coat and headed out into the winters evening to find her. She was sitting on one of the benches outside but was not too hard to find as only the hardcore drinkers were standing out in the cold. It wasn't too late, maybe about 7.30pm but as always at that time of year, it was already dark and the wind was bitter. We started the 15 minute walk back to our house which is quite secluded. We had to walk out of the village to get home. As we passed the houses on the way out of the village, we were so deep in conversation that I dismissed the fact that she looked fidgety as hopeful thinking or just being distracted by beer. When we got the the past the last of the houses though, the path rises so that the main road dropped away to our left behind a large long hedgerow, whilst to the right was open fields and straight ahead was a long pathway. This is when it became obvious that she really was uncomfortable. As the path rose away from the road and the last of the houses passed by on our right, the fields opened up and that bitter cold wind became quite a lot more noticeable. She stopped in her tracks and at first I thought it was the chill that had her shaking, but it wasn't. "Its flippin' cold isn't it" I said. "yeah" she replied, "but its not that. I really should have had a wee before we left, the wind has made that clear!" "Don't worry," I said, "not far now". "Not far?" she replied, "Its still a good 10 minutes walk. I don't think I will make it, although Im sure that won't upset you will it!" She had a cheeky little smile as she finished that sentence. Going completley against what I was thinking, I said "I don't want you to freeze do I? Come on, lets get you home". As we continued on, she got more and more desperate and her body language became more and more obvious. Every now and then she would briefly stop and put her hands between her thighs, squeezing her legs together hard and jiggling about. I remember thinking how teazing it was for her body to look so obviously desperate to pee. It was really turning me on. As we started to get to the end of the path she was really struggling, almost to the point where it looked overdone. She was now almost bending over double when she stopped, in between the jiggling up and down and sqeezing her lovely long legs together. We were nearly at the end of the path when she let out a gasp and stopped dead in her tracks, bent over with both hands between her tightly clenched thighs. "We are nearly there, all we have to do is cross the road and we are home!" I said. "I think I leaked a bit!" she said, and after a little bit of time standing really still, she stood a little more upright and took her hands away from between her legs. "Oh no, I have. S**t. Can you see anything?" she asked. I looked at her jeans and even though it was quite dark, the nearby street lights along the main road betrayed a small dark patch in the crotch of her jeans. "Its not too bad" I said, trying to be a gentleman about it, but secretly hoping to see it grow. "quick, lets get you home". We crossed the main road and managed (with a few stops) to get to the door of the house without the damage getting any worse. As I opened the door, I expected to see her run past me and up the stairs towards the toilet. This, however, didn't happen. Instead, the best sexual experience I have ever had took place. She took off her shoes and, still fidgetting, she threw her arms around me and kissed me. She then whispered in my ear.... "I really want to suck your cock right now, but I can't hold my pee much longer. You can either follow me up to the bathroom and watch me wet these jeans or I can go to the loo and then give you a blowjob". My heart was really beating now and as she stood there, arms around me shifting from one foot to the other I pondered the dilema. "Hmmm" I muttered in a thoughtful manor. "What?" she said with a smile creeping across her face. "Which one? I can't hold on much longer..." "Nothing" I replied, "I wish I did'nt have to choose between the two!" She stopped fidgeting quite as much, looked me deep in the eyes, then sank to her knees in front of me. "Then don't" she said as she unbuttoned, unzipped and slightly lowered my jeans. I just stared straight forward, letting out a moan of pleasure as she put her hands into my boxers and guided my rock hard manhood out into the open. Barely a second later, I was in her mouth as she too let out and moans of pleasure as she moved her lips up and down, faster and faster. It took all I had not to cum right there and then! She had only been on her knees barely long enough to start pleasuring me before she took me out of her mouth, looked up at me and said, "I...can't hold it, Im gonna piss my pants!" I looked down at her going crazy with excitement as she took me back into her mouth and as she let out a sigh of relief and started to suck me once more, I could hear a familiar hissing sound. As I started to get close to climax I saw puddles start to form around her knees, both quickly spreading out across the hardwood floor and joining together beneath her. As the puddle grew bigger and bigger and the hissing became louder I announced I was going to cum. She didn't pull away from me though, instead she moaned louder and moved faster and faster. I couldnt believe what was happening to me! She kept me inside until exploded in her mouth, slowly moving up and down my shaft until I was completly done. She slowly took her mouth away from me, look up into my eyes and swallowed hard. As I nearly collapsed in complete ecstacy she slowly stood up and stepped back, shyly putting her little finger in her mouth and saying "Whoops. I've completly soaked my jeans! I told you I could'nt hold it now Im drenched. Look!" She slowly turned around so I could see the huge patch around her bum. As she rotated in front of me, I saw the dark blue stain extend down her legs and form huge patches at her knees and completely covering the front of her lower legs where she had been kneeling in the growing puddle whilst she pleasured me. "Did you enjoy that?"She came forward again. I could barely mutter in agreement before we kissed for what seem like ages. I followed her upstairs to undress her and we had sex upstairs on the bathroom floor as I was still so horny from what I had just experienced. Once I had satisfied her she showered and I headed downstairs to clean up the rather large puddle, which had spread even further in our absence. Then it was into bed where we both fell asleep very quickly. I wonder why? There you have it - the most exciting wetting experience I ever had. Every word of this story is true, but dramatised a bit to make it easier to read as a story. I hope you enjoyed it.
  26. 9 points
    Maybe it's slightly off topic as it's a garden decoration, but I think it is worthwhile sharing . I wonder what the neighborhood might think of it Springbrunnen_Modell_Pinkelnde_Gartenzwergin_hd720.mp4
  27. 9 points
    Watch as Nikko pees in her pink panties, then masturbates, in this video. We head out into the forest for this video, wear we find Nikko wearing only a tank top and panties on a warm summer day. She is also desperate to pee. For the first bit of the video, Nikko talks openly about how much she loves having accidents and wetting herself. The entire time she is talking about it she is growing more and more aroused. Having reached a state of extreme arousal, and extreme desperation, Nikko proceeds to pee in her pink cotton panties as she rubs herself. As she finishes peeing, she continues fingering herself inside of her wet underwear. Eventually she takes the underwear off, and finishes masturbating. Before long, she has an intense climax. Wet, and in a state of post-orgasmic bliss, Nikko stands in the forest, naked from the waist down. Remembering that she is being recorded on video, she says goodbye, then takes a few moments to soak in and enjoy the experience she just had. NUDITY WARNING-
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  29. 8 points
    The whole point is to share with the community right? It really doesn't bother me at all. I don't care about the credit either. Just want to contribute something to make people's lives a bit better. I'm just glad everyone enjoys the things I like as much as I do.
  30. 8 points
    Bans don't affect reputation. Making rude or spammy posts does.
  31. 8 points
    Heelo all^^ It's been a long time since I posted something :) Well I want to tell you what possibly is the most craziest thing I've done. Okay so I woke up this morning after the great birthday party we gave to one of my friends, it took place in my house, and we all have been drinking alcohol like if we hadn't drink in a decade... by the time I finally woke up most of the host were gone and I was surprised I didn't wet the bed (me +alcohol= omorashi ^^). After I check that my house was okay I realize I needed to go pee, it wasn't urgent but I knew that I wouldn't last long before I lose control, but decided to hold it and if I had an accident I could blame it on all the alcohol I drunk. I decided to woke up all the heavy sleepers and after they all went back to their house, maybe half an hour later, I decided that I would do like I do in a morning when I have no class, I prepare myself to do a quick jogging, I took a shower (my bladder send me signal that it really have to empty but I hold on the best I could, water running and being taking a shower really makes it hard to hold it^^) I wore white cotton panties with a matching bra, my black yoga pants, and a pink tank top, I took an empty bottle to fill it with water and noticed that there was an almost empty bottle of rhum near the kitchen sink, I don't know why but I wanted to drink (I'm not an alcoholic lol) because I know that alcohol really has an effect on me and really reduce my bladder control, and since I have to pee I wanted to try and see if I could hold it with more alcohol in my body, so I drunk it in less than 15minutes, took the water bottle and go out for jogging. It wasn't a good idea... it was around 11:30am when I started jogging I was okay, running like I do normally, but after running some time my need to pee was really intense, like if I wasn't in public I would have already peed myself, and in addition to this urge to pee, the rhum I drunk began to hit me, I changed my mind and turned back to go home, but I wasn't quick enough and I lost control, I ran to the most hidden spot to squat and let it go, and while I was squatting peeing thought my pants some people on bike went in the same path where I was, noticing that I was totally peeing myself, I felt really ashamed but well I couldn't do nothing about it so I just continue peeing and peeing, with people coming by. When I regain control I ran toward my house with tears in my eyes I couldn't believe that I just peed in front of 5 people that were passing by. And now while running I couldn't hide the wet stain on my pants I don't know how many people noticed me, the girl who just pissed herself. I arrived to my house and ruched inside, finally I was safe from the eyes of strangers I took a look at my wet ass, wet half way to the top, I though to myself that yes it was sexy but many people saw me, I decided to go on computer to see funny videos and cool down, I began listening to music and I felt asleep in front of my computer when I emerged from my sleep I noticed I was peeing I spread my legs a little watching my yellow liquid go to the front of the chair and cascading to the floor, I felt it run down my thigh then my calf, drops landing on the floor, I felt vulnerable unable to find the strengh to stop this urine release. when finally it stopped I was drenched, there was a huge puddle on the floor and I smelled like pee, there was also a small puddle between my thigh on the chair, but I didn't care about the mess I made, I wanted to go sleep on my bed, but I couldn't because I was wet so I just stayed where I was falling asleep again. After that I spend the whole day in my peed-in pants, it may sound stupid but I felt free with pissed pants ans quite horny.
  32. 8 points
    So I was browsing through a tumblr archive when I stumbled on this gem. I don't recall seeing it here either. If this is a repost, I apologize. Her desperation is so genuine, and the look when she loses it? Priceless! https://wetwildbeautiful.tumblr.com/post/157659448718 I've also attached a download for those who want it. wetwildbeautiful.[via torchbrowser.com] (1).mp4
  33. 8 points
    In a glorious close up shot, we can clearly see Sosha’s diaper fill up with pee as she intentionally wets her thick adult diaper. We join Sosha in this video as she is getting ready to wet her diaper. Talking directly to the camera, she shares the anticipation she is feeling. She takes off her pants, revealing her diaper, and shows it off for the camera. After briefly showing off her diaper, the camera zooms in for a close up as she pees. We can clearly see the white diaper change color and expand as it fills with her urine. After she is done peeing, she takes some time to enjoy the warm, wet diaper. Squeezing it to feel how squishy it is, she continues to show off the saturated diaper to the camera. Finally, she takes off the wet diaper and holds it up. Removing the diaper reveals just how soaked it is. Holding the diaper up to the camera, we can clearly see that it is absolutely saturated. She completely let go in it, filling it up. Pictures are below. WARNING: Some of these images contain nudity, proceed with caution-
  34. 8 points
    Female piss desperation (Featuring my GF) Okay, so this is my first story on this site that happened only a few days ago. I'll give some context: So recently I went out to a party and got absolutely smashed, it turns out that I was so drunk that I ended up telling my girlfriend about my omorashi fetish after hiding it for a year. I was so mortified when the hangover subsided but I was going to her house to make matters worse... The good news is that she was totally into my fetish and wanted to please me, she's a submissive and I'm a dominant so she loves to please me and let me control her. I figured how hot I found her first experience that I'd share it with everybody out there and definitely enjoy reliving the moment. So, here it goes: My girlfriend's first desperation: I'll set the scene: My girlfriend, who'll we'll call Daniella, woke me up at around 9:00am at her parents house, Daniella is quite short with short blonde hair with highlights, she was wearing tight black leggings that hugged her huge ass, she jumped into bed with me, I was lying naked and she caressed my leg with hers (We thought it was 8:00am and that we had another hour in bed together before her parents got up, little did we know that the clocks had just gone forward an hour...). After an earful from her mum I left the room that I was staying in for the night and we both headed to her room. We sat and lay on her bed for a while and cuddled together, about 30 minutes later her mum called us in the kitchen for a huge breakfast; eggs, toast, sausage, orange juice etc. Everything seemed quite normal until Daniella asked for more orange juice. It was nothing more than notable at the time but didn't send off any exciting alarm bells in my head. An hour later, we had just had sex in her bed while her parents were out walking the dog. I asked her a question "So.. Did you know about my fetish at all before this or what?" I enquired. "No! I had no idea, I mean your friends made jokes about it but I never thought it was true, I thought they were just messing with you!" She exclaimed. "I just knew that every time I mentioned I really had to pee you got a bit weird?" It was true, every time she talked about having to pee she was completely oblivious to just how aroused I became when thinking about it. It was true though, she never even knew. "Well, I'm pretty happy that you're into it!" I laughed, she smiled back at me longingly as if she wanted a request, but it was way more seductive than normal. She stared me at me and asked "Should I go and get a glass of water." Those words hit me like a brick, I knew this was going to be an amazing day, my incredibly hot girlfriend was going to force herself to not pee just for me. The glass went from 1 to 2 to 3 and the signs started to kick in that I knew all too well, but now for them to be happening to me in person? I was in heaven. As she was wearing a tight black tshirt I could see the visible bulge in her bladder coming out of it. She moaned and stared at me desperately and said "Please let me pee..." I stared at her so aroused and said plainly "Not until I let you go baby, you're all mine" Her faced sunk as she held her bladder even tighter. She asked if we could do something to take her mind off of things and I agreed. We went to play a board game. I decided that how aroused I was from controlling her and how aroused she was from being controlled that we would devise a plan, we decided that she had an allotted time as to when she was allowed to pee but she didn't know when it was. It was torture for her. As we played the board game I saw her put her hands to her crotch on multiple occasions and watched her begin visibly shaking with desperation. Now, normally from 3 glasses you could handle this but I neglected to mention that these glasses were huge like some kind of XXXL super slurpy cup from McDonalds large and she had 3 of those and 2 orange juice glasses all sloshing around in her bladder. I could almost feel her bladder aching, that's when I turned from her to torment her and said "Ooh, wow I really have to pee, I think I'm going to go to the bathroom now..." She winced and moaned through both pain and pleasure as she desperately wanted to please me but did not want to wet herself. When I got back she pleaded with me to let her go and pee as she was so close to wetting herself but I stared at her and said no. I told her "If you ask me to pee one more time then I'm going to add 15 minutes to the allotted time..." She almost look liked she wanted to cry but almost orgasm at the same time, she whispered to me "Fuck, I'm so so wet.." I decided that we should have sex to take her mind off of things and holy shit was it amazing, she was so horny from being controlled and that tied in with her having to pee made it amazing. We lay in bed making sure that her parents were far away in the house still. She sat and stared at me with pleading eyes and she crossed her legs tightly like a boa constrictor suffocating it's prey. She begged me so much she kept on saying "Please please let me go" but she never said pee because if she did I added 15 minutes so I pretended I had no clue what she was talking about teasing her so hard. She pushed her body up against me and wrapped her legs around mine to try and hold it, I could feel her bladder pulsating on my leg that's when I did it. I pushed my hand into her bladder. She screamed, she said "No! No please please stop I swear to god I'll wet myself." I kept pushing and pushing but then letting go, she kept telling me how horny this made her but that if she stood up now she might not make it to the bathroom. I thought about how hot this was and I sadistically made this want to last longer, I walked into her kitchen and poured her a large glass of water, I came back into the room and she stared at me with fear "No please, I can't... I.." I told her that if she finished this then she could go and pee after 30 minutes, she stared at me with disdain as she nursed her full bladder and took the glass, she downed it quickly and we lay in bed together talking for 30 minutes. After 30 minutes, she was catatonic, she needed to pee so badly that she felt if she moved she would burst, I told her to get up and to follow me to the bathroom. Her face so screwed up and wincing when she did. It took her a minute to get up off of the bed without wetting herself and waddle to the bathroom. She was so desperate, even a touch on her bladder and she would burst. "I.. I can't hold it anymore, please let me pee now." I ignored the rule as I felt she would wet herself and I wanted to see her so desperate to pee. I opened the bathroom door and her face lit up, she almost ran to it when BAM. I jammed the door with my arm preventing her from getting in, she looked at me pleadingly as if to say "Please, I'm nearly leaking." I told her "Daniella, you can pee under one condition, you take off your trousers and panties and sit on the toiler without peeing" She looked like she wanted to punch me but also have crazy mad sex. Her face was an amalgamation of the two. She willingly agreed knowing she did not have long left. I watched her sit down as she shook screaming quietly a high pitched note while drumming her legs on the floor "PLEASE PLEASE LET ME PEE I CAN'T HOLD IT ANYMORE IT HURTS SO MUCH, I'M SO HORNY FUCK BUT I HAVE TO PEE PLEASE LET ME." I walked over to her and told her 5 minutes, the blood rushed from her face clearly to her bladder trying to hold in the torrent but it was too late, she let out the most orgasmic cry ever as I heard her explode like a super soaker into the bowl, she really couldn't do it anymore. We ended up having more sex afterwards and she has done this to me a few times since even though it was recently. I have to say I'm the most sexually satisfied I have ever been in my life now. Thanks for reading my story, all events were true. I did record the noise of her peeing as soon as she started but it had video of her and I don't want to reveal her identity. Hope you enjoy. PeeS. If you've got any real chat show desperation videos I'd really be interested, that's like my thing in videos! Thanks!
  35. 8 points
    Here you go, I already downloaded this video. Jeans-Piss EXTREM with sexyRia.mp4
  36. 7 points
    Number of vids I downloaed years ago from clips for sale ashpee1.wmv ashpee2.wmv ashpee3.wmv ashpee4.wmv ashpee5.wmv ashpee6.wmv ashpee8.wmv ashpee9.wmv ashpee10.wmv ashpee11.wmv ashpee12.wmv
  37. 7 points
    It's almost as if there's people who discuss excretory functions as if they were normal bodily habits instead of a fetish. But that would be silly.
  38. 7 points
    Hey everyone. Expect more work from me! Here is a piece I just wrapped up for a fellow omo community member! ENJOY!! (Yes will be open for commission soon but I am currently at full capacity!) - PM me for more info.
  39. 7 points
    Why in the Seven Hells did you post on a topic that hasn't been touched for over five years?
  40. 7 points
    This is something I found on VK. It depicts a girl who stumbles into her apartment very tipsy. She tries to make it to the bathroom, but the zipper on her leather catsuit is stuck, and she ends up wetting it. 1ed67aeff7.360.mp4
  41. 7 points
    Thanks once again for the general support; I've been told many times that there is a long list of language flaws in the game here and there, mostly during dialogue scenes; problem is that once written, I don't really notice they have, uh... spelling or grammatical errors until later when someone tests it, or even myself, but I don't really go back to correct too many of them because of not wanting to waste time on that. Therefore I apologize for any errors the game has in advance. Changing the subject: I'm happy to inform you all that, regardless of the people who has signed up to work as artists together with us in this project, I've also started to practice on my own drawings as well. This is because, after giving it a long thought, I want to personally take care of the fourth girl's complete artwork set, hence every scene and picture involving her (such as her face sets) is going to be done by myself. Moreover, I also took the desicion of not releasing the whole world map at once, and with this I mean that I'm going to continue with the next story segment in the next few days. Depending on how the new artists work with me through these days, there is the possibility of having a new update in about two to three weeks; that if we do manage to get all the CG's that the game is supposed to have done. Logging out - going to continue working. (Mojique reference, oh God I'm an Omoge Geek)
  42. 7 points
    sometimes i feel like the only one who deeply values the comfort side of omo. X_X it might just be my jung personality type Caretaker talking but i detest omo that lacks comfort... like humiliation is okay, as long as it's followed up by enough comfort to make the victim feel better? i always find myself wanting to hug and soothe characters in omo art and fanfics because no one else is doing it t_t i guess i'm just motherly... it isn't appealing unless everything ends up okay am i the only one out there like this? or am i just a big softie ;0;
  43. 7 points

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    Vanda is lying on the ground, legs up and hands around her legs and gets her hands tied in that position. She gets tortured by her friend from tickling, pushing on her legs where it puts pressure on her bladder, sits on her legs etc. A great video of Vanda wetting her pants and once her hands get untied, she pull her pants down and finishes peeing. Warning: video does contain nudity near the end when she finishes peeing.

    Free

  44. 7 points
    It is indeed very possible. Just purchase the videos and support the person who produces them. While Penny Lee isn't explicitly listed on the "Do not upload" list, it is generally discouraged to ask for free videos which require purchase on omo.org.
  45. 7 points
    Her name is Abigail Dupree and this is from BDSM video. I'm not into BDSM and I'm uploding it only because of the wetting part. Hope you like it. Brown pants wetting in the garden.mp4
  46. 7 points
    Just found this, with Cadence Lux. Floor Pissing Girls.m4v
  47. 7 points
    Is it narcissistic to enter ones own ass in the competition ;) Voila, my booty! From a video I shot where I wore purple panties inside my Goodnites. And now for the booty ;)
  48. 7 points
    If you want, perhaps I can help out? I've only really ever made images for myself, so I have no idea what I should expect, but if you're still looking for someone, I'll do my best to help out.
  49. 7 points
    My hold today! I held for 22 hours, and peed out 2.2 liters, with the stream lasting 2 minutes 3 seconds. :) I've been a bit out of practice. Aiming for a 24 hour hold soon. :) I was really trying to make it, but I started leaking uncontrollably and really wanted to measure.
  50. 6 points
    (Hey guys! This is something I remembered not so long ago now when talking to my step sister macy not so long ago) when me and macy were is highschool we always took buses to and from school, the buses were reasonably priced and came directly into our school with the exception of the town bus outside which made rounds every half an hour on the bus stop just outside of our school. I remember one evening me and macy got stuck late behind class handing in assignments that were due in that day and this made us late out causing us to miss all the in school buses. me and macy quickly made it down to the town bus, bus stop. Something you should know about macy is that she doesnt tend to use the toilet during school time which often used to end up with her opening our front door doing a mad dush up the stairs and cross leggedly scooting into the toilet. Our mother didnt come home till much later and our father worked till late. When we reached the little bus stop macy squealed a little and began bouncing, naturally i asked what was wrong "I need to piss!" I remember being able to hear how badly she needed to go and that i had scolded her at the time for not going in school yet again. we soon unfortunately discovered that we had missed the first bus and another wouldnt arrive for atleast 25 minutes. I proposed that we simply walk home because we only lived about 20 minutes away. however macy didnt like this idea and wasted another 10 minutes of precious bladder time before caving and begining to walk. every now and then we had to stop and she would shover her hand between her legs. then - it began "Go ahead without me Ally! I have a phone call to take" obviously that wasnt true but i suppose she wanted to save herself the humiliation of wetting infront of her step sister and leaving a bad impression in the short time (about a year) we had lived together. "Alice! Alice! Im sorry" at the time i didnt know why she was apologising but as she removed her hand from between her legs her body sagged slightly and rivulets of pee surged between her slightly parted legs soaking her black sheer tights and puddling around her feet. her legs must be very warm indeed i remember thinking. when she had finished she ran her hands down her legs to attempt to wipe of the urine and continued walking. I remember her looking back to me and laughing at herself to cut the tension. I also had needed the toilet myself and was begining to realise my own need especially after seeing my step sister pee. I was still 10 minutes away from home and very desperate. Fortunately i made it the ten minutes down into our house however then moment macy unlocked the door I began to leak almost uncontrollably and ran up the stairs and shimmied cross legged into the bathroom not bothering to close the door. i knew that if i uncrossed my legs id piss then and there so i had no choice but to sit on the toilet with my panties, pencil skirt and stockings on. It was that or wet the floor too. Macy naturally chased me when i ran to make sure i was okay and witnessed as i sat on the toilet and uncontrollably pissed through my panties and tights and the back of my black school pencil skirt shamelessly with a look of shock on her face. I remember when i was finished we both stripped our clothes and washed them after making me promise to never mention it again to a living soul. i guess promises are made to be broken, huh?