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  1. Sorry... I hate to be "that guy" but a single study doesn't show the whole picture. The entire article is based on a single french study that only involved 7 participants. This is hardly enough to be considered a pilot study, and definitely not enough to be statistically valid. The methodology is extremely flawed- For one, the 7 participants were self selected, identifying themselves as "squirters" not a random population sampling. The most I think you could conclude, based on this study, is that some women believe they are "squirters" are actually urinating. I have seen this study, or different articles citing this study, shared on many fetish forums since it was first published in 2014. And though I am all for women peeing during sex, the scientist in me is bothered that so many are willing to reach this conclusion, that all squirting is urination, based on such a small and questionable study. To reach such a conclusion, you would have to ignore the other studies, with more participants, that contradict this one. Numerous other studies have identified the Skene's Gland as a source of female ejaculatory fluid, which has already been shown to be distinct from urine. More recently, studies have started to document the huge variety in sizes of the Skene's gland, some women don't have any detectable Skene's Gland at all, while others have very large Skene's Glands. So, I think we can say from the French study, cited here, that at least some women are urinating when they squirt, other studies have shown that other women can and do squirt ejaculatory fluid that is distinct from urine.
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  2. Found a video I don't think I have seen on this board. Quite a nice flow going :) tumblr_nwv8moeiE11uiwg9p.mp4
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  3. *cringe* Nothing about humans is simple. We evolved over the course of millions of years, adapting excruciatingly complex biological, chemical, electrical, and mechanical, systems that have made us the most formidable extant lifeforms on this planet. The number of neurons in your brain likely outweighs the number of stars in this entire galaxy. The way proteins fold within our bodies is so involved that the Folding@Home project utilizes 100 PETAFLOPS of distributed computing power to run its various simulations. The body is so complicated in fact, that it's just been determined THIS VERY YEAR that the Mesentery is actually a single, separate, self contained organ, and not just a group of distinct parts of the intestinal tract. We're still rewriting anatomy textbooks TO THIS DAY! And that's the great thing about science: There's always more to discover. Even if you've got the vast majority of something figured out, there's gonna be someone who comes along later and goes a little bit deeper...
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  4. It's been a while since the last experience I shared, my bf and I really haven't done much, or anything at all, in between. My bf is really busy with university and work, and he always thinks I should have decent rest after our 'omorashi' adventures. But he broke my rest last night, and what he did to me was so crazy and yet felt so amazingly good I felt like I had to share it with everyone here. I'm seeing a lot of boy girl friend experiences here so I'm really curious if anyone else here have done this before. My bf never admits it with his own words, but I know he loves seeing me hold myself when I really need to pee (so mean! XD ). Last night, after we had done all our work, we decided to enjoy a movie at home. In my defence I honestly had no plans for omorashi last night, but I do have a bad habit of holding my pee till the last minute when I watch a movie (how many of you have this habit also?). I was fidgeting a bit halfway through the movie, and since i was being half-cuddled, half crushed XD by my bf he knew what was going on. I don't know if I was making it obvious for him, but all I did was hug my legs against my chest and rub them against each other a little. My bf must have noticed it somehow and asked me if I needed to pee. Even after all this time I blush whenever he asks me that XD I tried to stand up and make for the toilet but he held me down. He made me hold it till the end of the movie, and I could feel myself needing to pee more and more. When the movie was over I was close to bursting, and I quickly felt my panties just to make sure I hadn't accidentally let any pee out. To be honest I really didn't feel like wetting myself. I was in my favourite nightgown which I'm sure is too girly and cute for my age XD and I didn't want to pee in that. Just when I stood up to make for the toilets my bf held me down again. This time, he held my arms in his so I couldn't move them, and thus I couldn't hold myself. I felt the need to pee grow and I instinctively twisted my legs together. I then realised my bf was trying to make me squirm in his arms. It was torture holding in a full bladder with my hands pinned behind me. I kept squeezing my legs together so my thighs couldn't help exert a little pressure on my va****, but it was like crossing my legs in a desperate situation, and eased my urge only for a little. I felt my knees grow weak suddenly and knew I was about to pee myself. I tried pulling my hands out of my bf's but he was too strong for me. So I told him I was about to pee myself, and implored him to let me go. He reached his hands around and before I realised what he was about to do, he started holding my va**** for me! I immediately doubled over when he started touching me like that. My hands were still pinned behind my by his other hand, and though the pressure his hand on me was helping me hold my pee, I also felt like loosing control from the sensations he was giving me. He reached up my night gown and stared holding my through my panties. After playing with me for a while like that he slipped his hands into my panties and started to hold me directly. He put his finger between the lips of my va****, and asked me 'is this your pee hole?" before I could say I word he had pushed his finger into my va**** already. I didn't know if he did it on purpose or not, but I wanted to tell him he had not found my pee hold, and he was in the wrong one below XD but I couldn't say a thing, and my words needed up as unintelligible moaning instead. Slowly, in our awkward position, he moved us into the bathroom. Still fingering me, he sat me on the loo. The urge to pee grew even harder to resist while sitting on the loo. I looked imploringly at my bf and he understood me, and he told me I couldn't pee just yet. We stayed in this position for a while. I could feel myself building towards an orgasm. Just when I was about to reach that point, he lifted me from the loo and placed me in the shower. Then out of nowhere, he started licking my va****! I was so scared I would pee in his mouth. Luckily I didn't and in the end he took his pants off and you know how this ends. I ended up having that amazing feeling of orgasming and peeing at the same time. So that ends my experience. I guess they're getting kind of repetitive by now XD so i hope I didn't bore you. I was just really curious to see if any couples here have also tried what my bf did when he 'helped me to hold myself."
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  5. Wets pants while on a small boat. New to me. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph585becc56d316 Boat Pee - Pornhub.com.mp4
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  6. Hey guys. Once again its been a while. Lately I've been visiting the site and just 'lurking' but not really partaking in any omo fun. That changed on a whim today. Lately ive been on a detox kick, trying different supplements, etc. This morning I drank a large mug of dandelion root tea, roughly 24oz worth and got the idea in my head to break in some of my newer pairs of jeans that I've never wet in. So that just what I did. I waited desperately til I had the house to myself, sat in a cast iron chair outside on our patio and released my bladders contents. I'd forgotten how the tea made it so much harder to hold just a small amount of pee. see pics below. I have another pair of jeans to 'break in' so I'm gonna do a longer hold. Seeing as I have lots of empty smart water bottles laying around, I'll be using those to measure intake. I may record a video of the wetting as well if anyone would like to see it. I'm not a particularly attractive or skinny girl...as you can probably tell... I just figure its about time to give back, ya know.
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  7. Ballet Wetting

    Would love to see the full version of this. Warning contains nudity and sex. fset_319_sample.wmv
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  8. A really nice video I found on twitter! A girl peed her pants on purpose at Kroger and "had to tell a worker" to win something for her friend's bachelorette party. 9obUbrhKQL_d-7Sf.mp4
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  10. Here are some pictures from my last hold... I know my limit is around 1 liter, probably a little bit less. Hope you like them ;)
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  11. Version 1.0.0

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    This is a staged upskirt/panty fear wetting JAV. Girls go through a haunted house (viewed through a night-vision filter) and are frightened into wetting their panties. Enjoy, Rach
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  12. Evaluation Day

    A woman walked through a door, looking like the very image of professional composure. Her dark brown hair was done up in a bun, her pinched chin was held high, and her brightly-painted lips were glued together in a sober expression. Her grey eyes also looked dead serious behind her thin-rimmed oval glasses. Her trim physique was clothed in a perfectly-tailored white-trimmed purple uniform that she carried elegantly. She stood at an intimidating height, aided by her upright posture and high-heeled shoes. Her left breast bore a nametag that read, "Susan 24-6449-AA, Executive Multi-Tower Coordinator, Tower Cluster 9, Region Beta-5" in two separate languages. As soon as the door closed, she hung her head and heaved out an exhausted sigh while her muscles relaxed. "Please tell me there's coffee," she panted. "It would be a crime if there weren't an ample supply of coffee in the break room on evaluation day," said the only other person in the room. She was a skinny woman about the same age with shoulder-length auburn hair that wasn't behaving today. Her uniform hung loose on her lounging figure, a sign of her recent weight loss. She was fiddling with her own nametag, which identified her as Lucinda 19-5604-B. "Have I been wearing this on the wrong side?" she asked as she held the plastic rectangle to her rather flat chest. "Everything was different at my old location." "I don't think it matters," Susan answered as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "I wear it on the left, but I'm pretty sure I've seen workers with it on the right." She closed her eyes and the corners of her lips turned up a little as she sampled the hot, aromatic drink. She opened her eyes just long enough to close them in pleasure again when she finally took the weight off her feet. She sighed a little as she practically cuddled the plush chair. Inevitably, an informal discussion of the evaluation began. "What's the damage look like from your angle?" Lucinda asked Susan as they both sipped their coffee. The spectacled brunette sighed again. "I thought the inspector was gonna bite my head off. I keep explaining to her we're a medium cluster operation here, but she keeps wanting to compare us to Blue Tower 26. 'Blue 26 doesn't do this,' 'Blue 26 doesn't do that.' That's all I've heard all day." "Blue Tower 26 is fusion. We do everything with fission." "Tell her that! I'll be lucky if the required change list is less than twenty pages. And that's assuming I still have the same position next season." "At least there's only one evaluation left." "Yeah, the most stressful one. Last season they humiliated me in front of the whole department. I almost wished they transferred me to the undervalley. Come to think of it, the experience was kind of like what I've just been through. Only instead of 'Blue Tower 26' they kept saying 'Deborah 15.'" Lucinda pondered that name for a moment. "Is she the one in finance? With the annoyingly cute voice and the even more annoyingly cute mole on her cheek?" "That's Debbie 28. But I bet her output is great, too. They let her eat cheese on her meat sandwiches. No, I'm talking about Debbie 15 in bullion recasting. Her output was so good in the last two seasons she's been in the morale videos and the form letters that come with the required change lists." "Really?" Lucinda asked. "The ones I got had a man. And I didn't think cheese was a big deal. Oh, wait, that was when I was in Bronze 18. The man who was a model worker, I mean." "The Bronze Towers are real behind, aren't they? Here everything's been gender-split since forever. Even stuff like form letters." "Yeah, in Bronze 18 the evals were done in groups by department, with no thought to gender. Just what we need to make the most stressful hour of the season even worse, right? Naturally I was inspected by a man half the time." "No wonder that tower got the axe." "Oh, you don't know the half of it. At any rate, I don't remember this Debbie 15." "I certainly do, and I remember a secret I heard about..." Lucinda began before cutting herself off. Something Susan said had just registered with her brain, and it took immediate precedence in the conversation. "What do you mean cheese isn't a big deal?" she asked with an accusatory edge to her voice. "I haven't had a bit in four seasons, and that was unauthorized." "I'm allowed six cubes of cheese a week," Susan said matter-of-factly as she raised the cup to her lips. She couldn't quite disguise her smugness. "I'd do such horrible things for that privilege!" Lucinda said the second she finished swallowing her mouthful of coffee. She practically licked her lips at the thought of so much cheese. "Sometimes I eat them all in one meal." "Don't rub it in!" Their playful banter helped them forget the stress they'd just escaped from, and the further stress to come. They only stopped joking and jeering once another worker joined them in the break room. "Will this day ever be over?" asked the downtrodden worker known as Pamela 45. She was a strawberry blonde whose angular features and robust figure contrasted the other two women. Today she didn't have her usual healthy vigor. "Possibly not," Lucinda said with a smile, "but there's coffee." "So how's your department holding up?" Susan asked. "Terrible!" Pam snarled. The other two woman actually flinched at the force of her answer. "It may not exist in a recognizable form next season. At this rate, that laser project's never gonna be finished." Once she had her coffee, she plopped herself down on a chair at the table with the others. "When's output evaluation?" "About fifteen minutes," Lucinda answered. "I guess there's no hope now," Pam said, her voice more melancholy than bilious now. "I should've requested more fruit. I'm gonna walk out there with nothing to show." There was a deathly silence. "I've heard that all the input requirements given after the last evaluation were oral," said Susan with feigned optimism. "I just hope you're right, and that I'm not the exception." She slumped down over the table, catching her head on her hand. "I need comfort food." "Here," Susan said as she got up from her seat. She walked over to where the meal containers were stored. "I've been saving this," she said, producing a handful of small cubes in silver wrappers from her box, "but you need it more than I do." "How do you have so much chocolate?" Pam asked, her eyes wide with awe as the little silver packages rained down on the table. "It's not all authorized." "Naughty, naughty," Lucinda chided playfully. Pam thanked her profusely, and began unwrapping the chocolate pieces. She inhaled once the first piece was free of its covering, and was thrilled to find it smelled completely fresh. "It's my week's allowance plus what Steven 11 gave me for a personal favor," Susan explained. After pausing to allow curiosity to build in her listeners, she elaborated. "A little session of class A intimate contact without informing the Breeding Network." "He gave you a week's allowance of chocolate for class A?" asked Lucinda, sounding like she could barely believe her ears. "What an innocent little boy." "I don't think this is fair," Pam said after she'd savored and swallowed the first piece. "Evaluating someone's output for one day a season, I mean. You can just have an off day and you're screwed up for the whole next season." "That's what the harnits are for," Lucinda said. "Yeah, but those units only tell them the basics. I mean, look at you." She pointed at Lucinda's midsection, which had been much fleshier when the woman began work at these towers. "They must've cut the wrong things out of your diet." "Well, there's no sense complaining," Lucinda said, blushing a little at being made a visual aid. "It's just what you gotta do." Pam decided she had a better use for her mouth than continuing the debate, and soon filled it with more chocolate. There wasn't much conversation in the break room until another worker came in. It was Brenda 89, sporting a new nametag with her new position and division. She had dark eyes, a bright smile, curly black hair, and flawless skin the color of coffee with a dash of cream. Her body was about as thin as Lucinda's, but her shape was just a little bit more pleasant. She strolled in like she had much more energy than the three older workers lounging around the room. She was greeted warmly, especially by her former supervisor. "How are things at the front desk?" Susan asked her little apprentice. "A nightmare!" Brenda said. Her elegant cheekbones disappeared behind scrunched-up skin as she grimaced in a comically exaggerated expression of pain. "I suppose I shouldn't expect happy news today," Susan quipped. "My position couldn't have changed at a worse time," Brenda explained. "No offense, Susan. I'm glad you helped me get here. I just wish everything was less hectic. Nobody knows where to go or who's responsible for what, and I don't know the system. Not the new branches, anyway. And you know what the worst part is?" No one would know for a while, because the angry young woman was interrupted by the door opening and a grinning blond-haired head popping in. "Would anyone here happen to know where last week's metallurgical reports are?" the woman asked without fully entering. She had perfectly primped hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a statuesque figure that made even Susan look misshapen. Pinned to her ample bust was a tag topped with the name "Deborah 15-1001-DD." Susan and Lucinda shot each other a knowing glance. They could picture her perfect output. "I haven't seen them since they were filed," Lucinda answered. "Well, they're not where they're supposed to be." "The last time this happened, the system couldn't track the file because you typed the forwarding code with the wrong alphabet extension," Brenda informed her. "You know what, I'd better double-check the code inputs," Debbie said. "So many letters and numbers these days." She laughed at her own remark that could barely be called a joke, and walked away. "I never told you the secret about Debbie 15," Lucinda said to Susan when the door finally closed. "What were we talking about?" asked Brenda, who was more concerned with continuing her own spiel. "Oh, I don't know," Lucinda said. Susan helped her memory. "Something about your tough transition?" "Oh, yeah. Isn't it great when they change stuff while training people on the old stuff?" Brenda asked rhetorically. "I've been sitting here thinking my eval went rough, but I should consider myself lucky I've had the same position all season," Susan said. "I know!" said Lucinda, who had experienced her fair share of upheavals. "It really cuts down the chaos." "Yes, I've been looking back longingly at my last evaluation," Brenda said. "Aren't you gonna have any coffee?" Lucinda asked. Brenda shook her head. "I'd better not cheat. I could do with a drink, though." She took a cup from the dispenser. "You mean you've already downed your quota?" "Long, long ago," she said as her cup filled with ice water. Everyone was surprised. "Since when does the Management put a cap on coffee consumption?" asked Pam, whose own consumption of the liquid was massive at the moment. "Since at least a quarter season ago. My harnit said it was finding too much caffeine." "I shudder to think how much you'd been drinking," Lucinda commented. "I've only heard of workers getting told to drink more." "I've got to pay you back for these chocolates," Pam said as the unwrapped the last one. "I don't know how, but I'll make it up to you." "I remember what I was gonna say," Brenda said. "The worst part about all this is that they haven't given me a new chair. I don't know if they've noticed, but I'm shaped a little different from the gentleman who used to work the front desk." The women all laughed with varying intensity at this remark. "My harment's been glued to my butt all day," Brenda finished. Then she shifted around the fabric of her trousers, stepped outward with her right foot to make space between her legs, and bent her knees. Once in a stooped position with her palms on her kneecaps, she began breathing more heavily. Her fingers tightened around her knees, the muscles beneath her shirt contracted and relaxed, and her eyes closed. When they opened again, she stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. Even when seen from the front, with her curvaceous hips getting in the way, it was obvious that the seat of her pants had grown. "I hope the inspector enjoys this output as much as I just did," she said with a grin. "We have one minute left before eval," Susan stated. "What's the terrible secret about Debbie 15?" There was a mischievous spark in Lucinda's eyes as she eagerly began her story. "A certain gentleman with the number '3' in his second name stayed overnight in her room when the crash last year knocked out his power." "Oh, and there was an unauthorized mating?" Pam guessed. She'd heard stories like this before. "No, he said she respected the Network. But she showed him an even crazier breach of conduct. It was the end of the day, right? She took off the harvesting garment she was issued that morning, and it was dry as a bone." There were gasps around the room. "How?" Brenda asked, voicing what all three listeners were thinking. "That dirty Debbie likes to delay her liquid and solid output until she's home. And then, when she's totally naked, she brings out a big porcelain bowl, sits on top of it, and evacuates." "That's gotta be made-up," Pam said. "Where did you even hear this?" Brenda asked. "I read about people doing that, but I never thought someone I knew would," Susan said. "It's a crazy world, right?" Lucinda said with a twisted smile. "Anyway, time to put on our game faces." All the workers in the room got up from their chairs, except for Brenda, who had never sat down. "Wait a second..." Pam began, causing Lucinda to pause as she went to open the door. The muscular woman had paused in the act of standing up, and was now hovering a few inches above her seat with her hands gripping the table's edge. "I'm outputting!" she exclaimed with glee. "And just in the nick of time. It's a miracle!" "Must be the magic of coffee and chocolate," Susan said in their last moment of privacy before the door opened. The women walked out one by one and joined the line that had formed outside. The Management couldn't be present, but a holographic conference had been set up. Their mandibles clicked in acknowledgment as the line of workers bowed their heads. The inspector, of course, was there in the flesh. She led the customary chant. "Praise to the Star Scarabs." "Long may they shelter the Earth beneath their wings," the workers answered in unison. With that, the workers all turned their bodies 180 degrees, dropped the trousers of their uniforms, and bent over to present their output.
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  13. Version 1.0.0

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    As my post promised in that one thread, here it is, a smoking and wetting video from yours truly. Also shows my feet at various times if you're into that ;) Really needed to go, hated to waste it, so decided to throw on some light-colored jeans, light up a smoke, sit down in my No Way Out chair, and try to read the chapter I've been working on. There are only two omo scenes in it, but I only made it to the first one before I started pissing myself a little. I wanted to hold on longer, but Doody (my roommate) came home, so I had to just let go.
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  14. I recently had to have an ultrasound done, and of course a full bladder was required! So as I was standing in line at the front desk, a woman in front of me was quite desperate. She was slightly hunched over - but hiding that by pretending to lean in closer to the secretary - and clenching her thighs together. This was her conversation with the secretary: Woman: Is having a full bladder absolutely necessary for the ultrasound? Secretary: Yes, it's required. Woman: Okay because I'm just dying for a wee *nervous laugh* Secretary: Ah yes we get that all the time, try to hold on if you can. Woman: I'll be fine if I sit down, probably. The secretary then gave her directions on where to go next, and she was visibly desperate to get to the waiting room so she could sit down. I wasn't able to follow her because I had to fill out a form before I could finally go there, and she was already gone by the time I got there. The directions to the waiting room were quite complicated, and she had to have the secretary repeat them twice before she could focus enough on where to go. On my own behalf it was kind of boring really. I was worried I hadn't had enough to drink so I drank two cups of water, and when I went in I still only felt slightly full, but the ultrasound tech was asking me if I was uncomfortable, that my bladder looked very full, and that she herself would be crying if her bladder was as full as mine. I was only feeling a pleasant tingling on my pussy from her pressing down on it, it was very enjoyable. I told her I was still quite comfortable but wouldn't get on the train like this. She laughed and said yes definitely go to the toilet before leaving. I went to pee after the exam because otherwise it would just look weird, but it wasn't as nice as a real explosive pee. :/ My poor baby was probably relieved as it was being pushed by my bladder. :S
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  15. Version Version one

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    From MyDirtyHobby, a woman wets her jeans. I've been here for a while and I have not posted any media yet and I want to contribute. I did not see this on the banned list or in any previous post. If it is a repost, please delete. THERE IS NUDITY (TOPLESS). No screen shots, sorry. I hope you enjoy.
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  16. This semester is kicking my ass, y'all. I don't know when I'm going to get the chance to write again (or even have the mental space to think up scenarios!), but I managed to get this one out of my mind and into a word document. Hope you're all having a great February! *** Will yelped, and Charlie reached down absent-mindedly to rub his younger brother’s head. The boy gurgled happily, while their mother, Jamie, rifled through the clearance racks. Will leaned into Charlie’s hand, humming. Keeping his brother calm and happy was second nature to Charlie by now. Born when Charlie was 7, Will had been strangled with the umbilical cord during labor, depriving his brain of oxygen and leaving him with severe physical and intellectual disabilities. Now 8 years old, Will was unable to speak or walk on his own and required round-the-clock caregiving. So when Jamie needed to buy new clothes for the boys, the only viable option was bringing both of them with her. Charlie had grown enough that Jamie wanted him there to try things on, and the boys’ dad, Troy, was at work, so he couldn’t stay at home with Will. Charlie didn’t mind, of course. He loved his brother. Things were definitely more challenging with Will’s unpredictable medical and emotional needs, but even as a second grader, Charlie had easily adapted to the role of protective older brother, helping around the house and never seeming to mind when the family’s plans had to revolve around Will’s needs (which they often did). Over the past 8 years, Charlie had developed an uncanny ability to make Will laugh or calm him when he was upset better than anyone, even Jamie. So Charlie had stayed close to his brother’s side, pushing Will’s wheelchair and entertaining the kid while Jamie picked out clothes. Charlie wasn’t exactly picky about what he wore – or really much of anything, preferring to be as unobtrusive as possible – and Jamie had the natural shopping efficiency borne of motherhood, but everything took longer with Will involved. The mall itself was 20 minutes away, and loading Will’s wheelchair into the van was no quick task. Not wanting to have to make multiple trips, Jamie insisted on getting everything in on go. That meant not only new school clothes for Charlie, but also work pants for Troy, yoga pants for herself, and new shoes for Will, which was a delicate process, to say the least. It had already been nearly 3 hours since they’d left the house. Charlie shifted back and forth as Jamie pulled a t-shirt off the rack and held it up to check the price. He’d had to pee for at least the last hour and now, the need was intense enough that he decided he didn’t want to risk waiting until they got home. “Hey, Mom?” “Mmmm?” Jamie held the t-shirt next to Will, sizing it up. “Can I-“ But Charlie was cut off by another screech from Will. “Charlie, honey, can you…” Jamie trailed off, but she didn’t need to finish her sentence. Charlie was already rocking Will’s chair back and forth and humming his brother’s favorite song. “Thanks, sweetie,” Jamie smiled at her older son. “I think we’re almost done. I’m just gonna check out, and then we can head home.” Charlie clenched his abs slightly. He really had to pee, but he decided it would be better to wait until after Jamie paid for the latest clothes to try to ask again. He gathered the bags from their previous purchases and pushed Will behind Jamie, following her to the register. After paying for the clothes, Jamie led her sons back out into the mall. She turned left, to head back toward the car. Knowing that the bathrooms were in the opposite direction, Charlie slowed. “Hey, Mom?” he asked again. Jamie turned. “Yeah, sweetie?” “Can you hang on a sec? I need to-“ But Charlie was cut off again, this time by a choking noise from Will. Jamie and Charlie instantly turned toward the little boy, whose eyes were rolling back in his head. “Charlie!” Jamie’s cry was automatic, the single name containing a call to action that Charlie had heard hundreds of times before. He was already moving, gently taking Will’s hand and staring at his watch to keep the time. Jamie had dropped the shopping bags and was digging through the supply bag she kept on Will’s wheelchair. She pulled out the vial of midazolam and held it ready. Will’s limbs were jerking in a grand mal seizure, his head lolling to the side. Jamie locked the brakes on his wheelchair so he didn’t slide. She crouched down next to Will and looked across the wheelchair tray at Charlie. “Seventy-eight seconds,” Charlie replied without being asked, indicating the current length of Will’s seizure. Jamie nodded and stroked the side of Will’s face. “You’re doing great, baby,” she murmured to her younger son. Charlie kept one eye on his watch. Will’s seizure protocol dictated that the midazolam only be administered if the seizure lasted longer than five minutes. As the second hand crept on, nearing 3 minutes of kept time, Charlie felt an alarming surge from his bladder. He shifted his posture so that his thighs were pressing together. Time worked funny when Will had a seizure. Every second seemed to stretch infinitely, yet the more dangerous threshold of five minutes approached with alarming rapidity. Of course, his long-delayed need to use the bathroom only compounded the matter. The mall wasn’t too crowded, but a few people did walk by, staring. Most just kept moving, but Jamie gave a look of thanks-but-we’ve-got-this to the few that looked like they might stop and ask to help. “Time?” Jamie asked Charlie, steady but urgent. “Almost four minutes,” Charlie answered. “Come on baby, come back,” Jamie encouraged, squeezing Will’s hand. Will’s body jerked severely, rattling the sides of the wheelchair. Charlie stumbled sideways, dropping his hand to steady himself. He winced slightly as he righted himself, checking the time on his watch. “You OK, hon?” Charlie nodded in response, hoping his face wasn’t too red, betraying the wet spot of urine that he’d just leaked into his underwear. “Twenty more seconds,” he reported. Jamie sighed, preparing the vial of medicine. They both knew that if Will’s seizure last longer than 2 and a half minutes, it was likely to last longer than five. A few seconds later, Charlie signaled his mother, who pulled open Will’s lower lip to insert the medicine between the child’s cheek and gums. The medicine worked quickly, and Will’s convulsions slowed. After one final twitch, Jamie called for time again. “Five minutes, 28 seconds,” Charlie replied. “OK. Remember that for when we get home so I can mark it down,” Jamie ordered. She wiped a string of drool from Will’s chin. The younger boy was pale and sweaty. After a few more minutes of sitting to let everyone catch their breath and make sure Will didn’t have an residual attacks, Jamie hauled herself to her feet. “Come on, boys,” she said, picking up her dropped shopping bags. “Let’s get home so I can put Will down for a nap.” Drowsiness was a side effect of the medication, so Will would always sleep after a long seizure. Charlie pushed himself to standing, biting the inside of his lower lip. He had to pee so badly, but there was no way he could leave his mom alone with Will now. They just had to get home. Will whined pitifully, and Charlie cupped the side of his brother’s face affectionately. Will didn’t speak, but it was fairly easy to tell if he was happy or sad, and seizures never ceased to exhaust him. The car seemed unaccountably far away, even taking into account the accessible parking space. Charlie started to wheel his brother to the side of the van, but was stopped by Jamie. “I’m going to change him,” Jamie explained, opening the back hatch. “I don’t want him sitting in it until we get home.” Charlie could’ve cried. He was already reasonably certain he wasn’t going to make it home dry – after his previous leak, he wasn’t even dry now – but having to help change his brother’s diaper almost certainly was going to make his own situation worse. Still, Charlie parked Will’s chair behind the van and leaned down to start unbuckling his brother. Will wasn’t too heavy, but it was always safer to move him with two people, especially when they weren’t at home. Jamie smoothed out a changing pad and pulled a clean diaper from the supply bag. Then she turned and lifted Will from his chair to lay him in the back of the van, with Charlie staying close to guide him. Charlie hadn’t quite hit his full growth spurt yet, so he was still small and skinny, but he’d been helping with his brother for years, and Jamie trusted him. At the moment, however, Charlie didn’t trust himself. He felt on the very edge of losing control and peeing everywhere. As much as he wanted to assist his mother, his attention was naturally taken with keeping from completely disgracing himself. Charlie didn’t exactly have a ton of experience around infants, but he was sure that changing Will’s diaper was a much lengthier process. Jamie was practiced, but Will’s limbs were uncooperative, and even undersized 8-year-olds were harder to move around than babies. Charlie couldn’t help twisting his hips, trusting that Jamie’s focus was entirely on his brother. He felt another leak, but still didn’t risk holding himself. He had to keep his hands free in case Jamie needed him. Jamie slid Will’s sweats back over his hips, and Charlie automatically reached forward to help her transfer the boy back to his chair. Will was still listless and pale, but he smiled slightly when Charlie strapped him into his chair. Charlie managed to smile back, even though the movements and crouching were deadly to his control. After he repositioned Will’s tray, Charlie glanced down. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he could see a stain at his crotch. He closed his eyes and re-clenched his sphincter. Jamie was already on the side of the van, maneuvering the mechanical lift. When the platform was safely on the ground, Charlie wheeled Will’s chair forward and locked the wheels in place. He stood close to the chair, hoping that Jamie couldn’t see the possible wetness on his pants. Charlie got busy locking Will’s chair in place in the van. Jamie shut the side door and walked around to the driver’s side, leaving Charlie to finish bucking Will before settling himself into the seat behind Jamie. “Everything set back there?” Jamie called. “Yeah, we’re good,” Charlie lied. He’d buckled Will in perfectly, but as soon as he sat down, he’d shoved his hand between his legs, cutting of the most recent leak. His tight grip was literally the only thing keeping him from wetting himself, though the fabric of his jeans was substantially damp beneath his palm. He was tired. Almost certainly not as tired as Will, of course, but Charlie’s own adrenaline crash left him shaking, but he couldn’t afford to relax. So instead of physical relief, Charlie’s weariness sublimated into consuming embarrassment and self-revulsion. He felt so stupid! How could he have let himself get into this situation? He was supposed to be the one who wasn’t any trouble, who could take care of himself. That was literally his one job as a son, to make sure his parents didn’t have to worry about him. And here he sat, 15 years old and on the verge of having an accident all over the car. Another spurt soaked into Charlie’s pants. He tried not to squirm and draw attention to himself, but his desperation was overtaking his entire body. He felt his control slipping, but refused to give up entirely. The car ride was silent. Jamie hadn’t bothered to turn on the radio, and even Will wasn’t making any humming or gurgling noises. And all the while, Charlie was gripping himself til his hand was numb, but it wasn’t enough to stop the leaking. Soon, a large stain spread across his lap, soaking toward his knees. Charlie shuddered and pressed his legs together with each leak. He knew his pants were a lost cause, but he was doing all he could to keep from making a mess of the car seat. As Jamie steered the car onto their street, Charlie hung his head in anticipation of having his mom find out what he’d done. He fought back tears, briefly wondering how he could have leaked so much, but still have to go so badly. Charlie barely noticed when Jamie pulled into the garage. He felt his lower lip trembling as she parked the car and walked around to open the side door. He didn’t move even when she started fiddling with the lift mechanism. “Hey, honey, can you unlock Will’s chair, please?” Jamie requested. Charlie blinked back tears. “Mom,” he choked, his voice trembling noticeably. Jamie’s head jerked up at the sound of her elder son’s distress. He didn’t make eye contact, but the dome light illuminated the incriminating darkness in his lap. “Oh, Charlie,” she murmured, stunned and pitying the teen. Charlie’s stomach dropped even further. He couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing his mother. “I-“ he started to apologize, but couldn’t get the words out. “It’s OK, honey,” Jamie assured him. “Just go change.” “But…” Charlie looked in Will’s direction, still unable to say anything else. “I got him, honey,” Jamie said softly. “It’s OK, I promise.” Charlie hesitated, but he still really had to go, so he finally unbuckled his own seatbelt and scrambled out his side door and into the house. There was a bathroom closer to the garage, but Charlie was compelled to the back of the house, to the bathroom by his bedroom. He slammed the door shut behind him, still clutching between his legs. He turned to the toilet, but he couldn’t move his hand long enough to unzip his pants. Wriggling frantically, Charlie finally sat down on the toilet in defeat, peeing through his pants. The feeling of more hot liquid soaking into his jeans felt awful, and he felt a tear slip down his cheek, but at least he wasn’t making a mess on the floor to be cleaned up. The odd, uneven sound of urine dripping into the toilet only served to deepen his mortification. Finally empty, Charlie stood and peeled of his clinging pants and underwear. Disgusted at the feeling of piss on his legs, he decided to shower before taking his soiled clothes to the washing machine. He showered quickly and could hear Jamie coming out of Will’s room after putting him to bed. Charlie hesitated before leaving the bathroom, not wanting to walk past his mom holding his wet clothes. She knew, of course, but Charlie really didn’t feel like being explicitly reminded of his humiliating failure. Wrapping a towel around his waist, Charlie peeked out into the hallway. It was clear, so he snuck out to the laundry room, threw his pants into the washing machine, and hurried back to his room to change. Sighing, Charlie sat on his bed for a moment, trying to quell the lingering shudders that wracked his body. He wanted to hide forever, but…he had to help get dinner ready. It was something he always did. His mom would be expecting it. The hallway was quiet; Will was asleep, and Charlie couldn’t hear Jamie. Part of him hoped that she was in the office, paying bills or something. Cautiously, he turned into the kitchen. “Hey, honey.” Jamie was sitting at the island bar, a glass of wine in front of her. Charlie teared up almost instantly. “I’m…” he stammered. “I’m sorry.” “Oh, Charlie,” Jamie hopped off the stool and wrapped her elder son in a hug. “Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for.” “I-“ Charlie was crying for real now. He hated what he did, he hated himself. He would’ve done anything to take back the events of the afternoon. “I s-shouldn’t h-have…” “Shhh,” Jamie soothed, rubbing his back. “Sweetheart, it’s OK. You just had an accident, that’s all.” Charlie let out a pained sob. He shouldn’t have had an accident. He should’ve been better, he should’ve been able to hold it. Jamie didn’t know what else to say, so she just held her son tightly for a few minutes. Sniffling, Charlie eventually got his breathing under control enough to speak, to explain himself. “I s-shouldn’t have peed my p-pants. I had to go and I wanted to, but Will n-needed me, and then he had a seizure, and I c-couldn’t…” He trailed off again, overcome with shame. Jamie frowned in pity. She guided him over to the bar stools to sit down. “Baby, I wish I could tell you that you don’t have to worry about taking care of your brother or that his needs will never interfere with yours, but we both know that’s not true.” Charlie wiped a tear from his face, keeping his eyes down. “But sweetheart,” Jamie continued, squeezing Charlie’s hand, “I don’t ever want you to think that I don’t know just how much you do for your brother and for this family. I know, and I’m incredibly grateful for it.” Charlie shrugged, half comforted and half embarrassed that he needed comforting. Jamie reached over to hug her son again. “Honey, I can’t promise that you’ll never have to help with Will, even when it’s inconvenient or you want or need to do something else, but baby, I promise, I promise that you can always ask.” Charlie’s lip started to tremble at the unintended implication that he should have known better than to just piss himself without even saying anything. Seeing Charlie’s face crumple, Jamie tried again. “Charlie, please don’t feel bad, honey. This wasn’t your fault. I know you were just trying to help and do what you think I needed. But Charlie,” Jamie gently reached for the teen’s chin and tilted his face toward her. “You’re my son, too. And I want you to be safe and happy, just like your brother. I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t tell me what you need, OK?” Charlie nodded morosely, not quite ready to feel better. But he pasted on a smile for his mom. He didn’t want her to worry.
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  17. A rough draft written in a hurry one night. To be revised later. Comments and critiques encouraged! She was a lovely sight to wake up to. She was reclining in a sensual position near the edge of the bed with her head propped on her elbow. The pose accentuated her hips. The thin cover just barely kept her decent. She was smiling at him with her eyelids slightly narrowed in a sultry expression. It looked like she was waiting for him to wake up and see her. "Good morning," he said as he slowly recovered from his deep sleep. "I have something to tell you." He didn't say anything. His expression was blank and sleepy. "Aren't you going to guess?" she asked. She climbed over the bed until their faces were close. Almost kissing. "It's something personal," she whispered. "Sorry, dear. I'm not good at guessing games." He pulled his face away from hers so he could yawn and stretch. "Not this early." "I'm feeling it now!" she announced. She flashed her sweetheart a naughty grin. "Good for you," he said sleepily. "I don't know what that means." "You don't?" she pouted. Remember last night in bed?" He tried, but it was like trying to see through murky water. They stayed late at their friend's wedding reception. His last memory was the ride home. "I'm sorry," he eventually replied. "I had a lot to drink last night." "You were frisky last night. Don't you remember? Especially when we went to bed. You were getting really lively! I told you to cool it 'cause I wasn't feeling it. And you did. You were a good boy. But you said to make sure to tell you the next time I was feeling it. I'm feeling it now." With those words, she pulled him close in an amorous embrace. "I have something personal to tell you," he whispered when their faces were close. "What is it?" asked the smiling, playful woman. "My bladder's about to explode." She giggled and leaped out of bed. "Race you to the bathroom!" He got up and ran after her but he didn't stand a chance. He was striff and groggy and she had a head start. He had second thoughts about mentioning his painful need for relief because he might've piqued his lover's interest. Every now and then she'd decide to treat his bladder as a plaything. Sometimes it was only a brief tease. Other times it was a domination game that lasted for hours. He didn't know how it would play out today. By the time he got to the bathroom door it was only open a crack. The face of his beloved was peeking out with a mischievous smile. "I won!" "Good for you! Seriously, can I get in? I have to go pretty bad." "You went straight to bed without a potty break last night didn't you?" "I must have." "Next time you'll know better!" she sang as she closed the door. "Seriously, can I come in?" She opened it a crack. "Boys and girls aren't allowed in the same bathroom," she teased. She stuck out her tongue at him and closed the door. "Fine! Be silly like that," he said. He could've sat down but his mind was fixed so eagerly in the thought of using the toilet that he stood outside the door. That didn't mean he stood still. He rocked and squirmed with the pain of his bladder which now seemed twice as stretched as before. She kept teasing him even while he was shut out. Instead of simply sitting down she hopped up onto the toilet seat. She dropped into a crouch and shot out a golden jet with as much force as her body could manage. She wanted him to hear. It hissed and splattered and turned the toilet bowl into rumbling rapids. "Eeoommm!" she moaned with exaggerated relief. "That feels so good! Oh yes! That's just what I needed." "Can you hurry up?" she heard from outside the door. The frustration in his voice came through loud and clear. "It's rude to rush a lady," she said as her stream was losing force. "Please, darling. Be considerate of my feelings." "I could finish up in a second and let you in," she said when her stream had stopped. "Thank you." "Or I could not," she added. Her fullness was gone but there was still a bit left in her bladder. She forced a jet out. A brief tinkling filled the air. After a moment she shot off another one. "You have do be about finished by now. Right?" "Don't rush me. I felt a little something in my tummy. I could have a BM coming on!" "No!" he protested. "Be polite. Let me go potty in peace." She finished emptying her bladder. Then she slowly and deliberately reached for the toilet paper and ripped the last two squares off. Just as slowly and just as deliberately she dabbed her womanhood dry. She lowered herself into a sitting position and waited for the next development. She doubted she would really need to do anything more on the toilet but she sat there anyway. She could hear the sounds of her beloved's bare feet as he paced outside the hall. He was really getting uncomfortable. She just sat there and let him get more uncomfortable. She was beginning to get bored when he called to her again. "Can I come in now?" She pulled up her panties and put down the lid but didn't flush. Soon the couple was talking through the open door. "I'm done usi...!" she started to say in a cheerful voice but she noticed something that made her stop. Her lover had just taken his hands off his tighty-whities and nonchalantly put his arms to his sides when she opened the door. "Were you holding your crotch?" she asked with a giggle. He blushed and nervously mumbled something incomprehensible. "It's all right," she teased. "You can stick your hands in your undies and hold your pee-pee shut if you have to. You can even do the potty dance. I understand little boys have trouble holding their wee-wee in." He got more red and she got more giggly. There wasn't a word exchanged for a moment. He obviously wanted her to let him in the bathroom but didn't know how. After some moments of awkwardness he did something unexpected. He stepped up to the ajar door and kissed his sweetheart. "You're so cute!" he said when he'd finished. "You've still got that girlish mischief in you. It's one of the many things that make you so lovable." He was trying to charm her into letting him urinate. She took it in a different direction. "You're lovable too." She kissed him back. This kiss was longer and more passionate. "Do you still want to make love this morning?" "Yes!" he answered without hesitation. "Then I'd better get clean!" she said. "I'll be in the shower." His smile fell into a frown. His eyes lost their gleam and opened wide with horror. "Can I use the toilet while you use the shower?" he asked breathlessly. He knew the answer. "I'm afraid I'm not comfortable with that," she said as she shut the door once more. A minute later she got a great idea. A naughty idea. She opened the door all the way. "I'm sorry I teased you," she said. "You're not a little boy." Her almost-naked body embraced his. She could feel the tension in his muscles and the big hard bladder in his abdomen. "You're a big boy," she said in a seductive voice. She twisted around his body and lowered her voice until she was whispering in his ear. "And you know what big boys can do?" "What's that?" asked the amorous man. "Hold it," she answered. Before he knew it his special lady was back inside the bathroom and the door was locked. She spent an hour cleaning herself under the shower-head and preening herself in front of the mirror. That mischievous woman didn't know what state her man would be in when she came out of the bathroom again. Maybe he would've used a jar to relieve himself. Or the bathroom at the convenience store down the block. Or maybe he'd be perfectly composed because he wanted to show how good his control was. Maybe he was waiting to force his way to the toilet the second the lock clicked. She opened the door and casually strolled out wearing only a towel. She grinned a diabolical grin when she saw him. A special womanly thrill passed through her body as she took in the sight of her strong masculine lover reduced to a little boy. He still hadn't gotten dressed or left the sight of the bathroom door. He was sitting in a chair in the next room with his legs tightly crossed. He carefully uncrossed his legs and slowly stood up. As soon as he was out of the chair he was clutching the manly bulge in his underwear and his legs were twirling his body back and forth in an impatient squirm. He wasn't even trying to hide his desperation. He looked like he could have an accident at any second. "Please!" he said. It was sort of an immature whine and sort of a desperate cry. "Soon," said the still-smiling woman. "Stand up straight like a man!" He straightened his legs and stood as tall as he could. He took one hand off his groin but hesitated with the other. "Hands on your sides!" she ordered. He obeyed. Her eyes got big. There was a spot on the front of his underwear. The white cotton was dark and yellow right where it bulged in the front. "Uh-oh! Having a little trouble there?" He said nothing. The only thing she got from him was red cheeks. "Hold still." She walked up to him and took him by the arms. "Keep holding," she said as she started to pull him downward. He winced and made a half-hearted try to stop her. "Spread your legs," she said. "Come down to my eye-level." He complied. The wet spot got bigger. Soon a little liquid was making it out of the underwear. His legs splayed wider and his body sank lower until the lovers were face-to-face. Little trickles made their way down his hairy legs. Little droplets dripped on the wooden floor. She looked into his eyes. They looked innocent. Vulnerable. That excited her more. "Are we done here?" he squeaked. "This has gone pretty far. Even for one of your teasing sessions." "I'm done." She held him in place as she kissed him long and hard. He fought it at first but gave into the sweetness. He put so much attention into that kiss he relaxed the hold on his bladder. The trickling and pitter-patting accelerated. When the two sets of loving lips finally parted there was a little puddle on the floor. "I'd like to go now," he said. She still held him tight. He was still in a painful position. "Wouldn't you like to go right here?" He was silent. She pointed to the saturated front of his underwear and then to the tiny pond beneath him. "You already started. Wouldn't you like to finish? Wouldn't you like to let everything go and bask in the sensation of relief? Wouldn't that just be great?" He closed his eyes and nodded. She let go of her sweetheart. He wobbled for a moment and fell backwards. He ended up sitting on his bottom with his hands holding him half-way upright and his half-bent legs jutting forward. The dark spot on his tighty-whities turned a glistening yellow as it became overwhelmed with liquid. It evacuated the waterlogged fabric in two streams that soon fused into a single violent waterfall. It was coming faster and faster and hitting the wood harder and harder. The new pool on the floor soon grew large enough to engulf the first one. She watched her lover's on-purpose accident with unrestrained glee. He threw his head back and groaned with relief. It changed the position of his body. The downward rush of a waterfall became the upward spurt of a geyser. It flowed out at that angle for some time before the dwindling pressure changed its course. When he sat up the eruption turned into an outward flow. He was now in the middle of a gleaming golden lake. His sweetheart had been crouching in front of the bathroom door staring wordlessly at the spectacle the entire time. Now that the flow had ebbed she stood up and walked over to him. She held out her arms and strained to pull her muscular man up to an upright position. Soon they were both standing. He was dripping furiously. "Put your foot up." He obliged and she whipped off her towel and laid it on the puddle. He put it back down on the towel. "Now put the other one up," she said. When he did she unfolded the towel to catch the rest of the wet mess. "Now hold still." With no other warning she pulled his soggy underwear down to his feet. Now they were both completely naked. "I'm feeling it right now," she said with a sultry smile. "And I don't mind a wet bed."
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  18. 4H wetting

    Sat 28th 2017 of January Today was a very bold day for me, I stepped outside of my comfort zone and decided to wet In public.It all started when I was invited to a 4H event by my friends little cousin. There was a lot of vendors, animal pens, it was unusually warm for this time of year. I hadn't slept yet but I wanted to go. We took my car, its bigger to fit 3 ppl =D (spacious back seat), and I have emergency supplies in the trunk and jumpers, flair gun, water, blankets, dry food, etc, a change of clothes.We swung by Tim Hortons to get XL beverages✌️, and cruised an hour to go to the event. I hate warm coffee so I drank mine rather fast, but coffee always leave me thirsty, so as soon as we pulled in, I bought a litre of water. I made quick work of that. We went to visit the animals, some local cultural stuff as well, most importantly the 4H in support of my friends cousin.Everything lasted longer then I was hoping. I had that feeling that I was gonna need to pee and it would be soon. So I ttold them that I shouldn't of drank so much, I was really needing to pee.I started to look around frantically, I refuse to use the nasty portable bathrooms, and that was all that was available =(So I decided to attempt to wait until we leave. I don't think we were leaving anytime soon and I'm the driver!! A hour passed, and Damnit!! I was desperate now, I sat on the Bench and watched my friends have fun. My legs were shaking really bad and a little bit came out, only to make the need intensify. I picked a wonderful day to wear a white skirt with no nylons, bare legs, at least I waxed my legs the day before ^.^I figured if I paced about, it would help but no, it didn't do anything. I was gonna burst, I saw the lineups and children so I started to sneak off back to the car, maybe I can find a private area to sqwat, nope. I couldn't move my legs and felt very nervous and anxious. I made my way to a less occupied area unaware that one of my friends was almost right behind me.i bent partially over and stuck out my ass a bit and began to pee in what I was wearing. The pressure was so much, that pee seeped through my skirt and streaked down in a few miniature forks. I bit my lower lip as I thought I was being careful, relieving the aching pains of my bladder. I felt like I peed for awhile, my legs were evident up close, and the front of my white skirt got semi transparent, showing a blue hint of colour. So embarrassing. I turned around to sneak to my car. "Oh f*ck" was the words that escaped my mouth as I saw my friend. He took off his jacket and covered me which was nice and reassured me accidents happen a lot, especially when portables are used and gross. I made it to the car and grabbed my extra clothes and went in the back, covering myself with my blanket I had and changed. Now that I feel better, I was ready to enjoy the rest of the day, =}
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  19. February 10th, 2017 Today at work was western theme, weird for the eastern hemisphere but that's okay ^^ I dressed the part, I had a pink plead shirt, long denim skirt, hair in two pony tails, pink cow girl hat and boots. Beneath I wore a pink lace gstring and matching push up bra. And nude coloured pantyhose. (For work I had my shirt buttons all the way done up) It was fun and growing up on a ranch in the northern part of British Columbia, I knew from experiences and was allowed to talk to the kids at the school I work for. Having a vast amount of traditional iced tea and water, it makes quick to a full bladder ^^' I made it home, needing to pee, my nipples were hard and I was getting really turned on :( I made it a mission to wait for my hubby. It was painful but I went upstairs and texted him to hurry home :) Maybe 20minutes went by and he finally made it home. I had some clothes laid out for him as he requested and I undid a few buttons of my shirt and told my hubby to come here. Hr did and I stood there with my legs together arms crossed and I bit my lip. I got him to come closer and I looked at him with a smile and tilted my hat at him. I couldn't hold on and began to pee. Pee soaked through my skirt in a line as I stood there. I must of peed for a good minute, I looked around. "Save a horse, ride a cowboy?" I whispered taking my hat off and putting it on his head. "Giddiup" I smiled You can only imagine what happened ;)
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  20. There is no shortage of ongoing challenges in running a pee fetish pay site. From the never ending content production cycle, budgeting and logistics, programming, promotion, and customer support, it is much more than a full time job. One of the ongoing challenges is finding new models. While the models that I currently work with at HD Wetting are fantastic, it is always nice to bring in some fresh talent. Surprisingly, it can be someone difficult to find girls who want to model in pee fetish porn. Even more challenging is finding girls who want to model in pee fetish porn, are comfortable being in front of the camera, are professional, and willing to work for the pitiful day rate that I can afford to pay them. In trying to recruit new models, I usually start with online advertisements. However, writing these is someone challenging for me. I'm never sure what to put in an ad to make it attractive to potential models, or that will attract the right kind of talent. So, dear fellow omorashians, I am asking for you to help me write an ad for wetting models. Here are the requirements- The ad should be appropriate for Craigslist and general modeling websites. Ad copy should be relatively short, I want potential models to read the entire thing, not just skim it. It should highlight that we are a local production company, fun to work for, and respect our models. The goal of the ad is to get interested models to fill out an online modeling application. I am hoping that someone here will be able to write an excellent ad that I will want to use in recruiting models. As payment, for anyone who writes an ad that I end up using, I will set you up with a free membership to HD Wetting and/or HD Diapers. For more background information on my company, Fuzzy Squirrel Productions, or to learn more about the modeling requirements, please check out www.FuzzySquirrelProductions.com
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  21. My best friend in freshman year lived in a town about twenty miles away, so every day she had endure a 30 minute bus ride. I guess one time she didn't go to the toilet before leaving her house, and really had to pee by the time she arrived at school, which is when I met her. She was visibly desperate. We were seated next to each other, and I could see her fidgeting and grabbing her crotch. First hour was english class (second language for us), and she asked the teacher whether she could leave for the toilet - which was rejected. She acted like it didn't bother her, but I could clearly see that she'd basically jammed her hand in her crotch. At the end of the lesson, she went to the toilet, and I could see a wet spot on her sexy black jeans. She was basically running towards the bathroom, with every stride showing her sexy panty line. She came out a bit later, and I didn't get another chance to look at her crotch, but I definitely saw a little wet spot between her legs as she was running towards the toilet. Sexy as hell. Her panties were wet as fuck I'm sure. Imagine if the bathroom had been occupied - I still dream about what would've happened. I have another story. If you want me to share it, tell me.
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  22. Had been holding a while. On verge of real accident. Picture of underwear aftermath too. IMG_0638.MOV
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  23. Really desperate now, squirming and wiggling on my chair.
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  24. Kirito! Thank you so much for all of your hard work, I'm going to PM you regarding ways in which I might be able to help out with the Patreon, and in other ways. Hugs!
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  25. Agree this is the best thread on the forum.
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  26. Briefly studies particle physics, but then realized that such an education would lead to few careers that I would enjoy, so I switched to television and film production. Still continued to study physics on my own and take advanced math courses, much more so than what was required for my TV and film degree. My girlfriend is currently wrapping up her PhD in the biological sciences. Our social group is mainly made up of graduate students and post grads, so, while not actually having a background in science myself, it has almost become a lifestyle for me.
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  27. Rachel, I understand all too well what you're talking about. Growing up, you hate protection, not just because it's looked at as being so infantile, but also because you NEED it. How many times did you want to feel like a big kid and not have to wear a diaper (they didn't have Goodnites when I was a kid) either to bed or during the day? Then, of course, we hit puberty and the time we are alone and quiet (when kids explore their sexuality) is usually the time we're in a diaper. So now we associate our burgeoning desires with diapers. Then we hit the years where we start dating and there is that huge concern about how your partner is going to feel about you putting a diaper on for bed, or once you're together enough during the day, having them possibly see you putting one on because you've been having wetting problems during the day. You want to hide it as much as you can, and then slowly you go from not letting them touch you while diapered, to cuddling, eventually leading to the point where it's not uncommon for them to see you changing your diaper. I know things are easier now after all these years, I just texted my wife yesterday that a couple cases of diapers I had ordered should be arriving via FedEx in the afternoon. While we hate it when we're younger, it gets easier with time, doesn't it?
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  28. Esto es increible. Fue la enorme vejiga lo que mas me gusto. Eres un gran holder. btw nos conocemos de twiter bulgebladder1995 esa soy yo
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  29. Waluigi, it would be appreciated if you used proper grammar and stopped the repetitive fixation on your namesake.
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  30. The first time I wet myself in front of my husband Tom we had only been going out for a couple of months, so he was my boyfriend then rather than my husband. It was getting fairly serious and I wanted to talk to him about what I feel about wetting. That is to say, to tell him that it turns me on to be desperate and wet myself, and that it would excite me to see him desperate or wetting himself. Unfortunately I was really nervous about talking about it and I kept chickening out and not saying anything about it. Which was frustrating. So I had an idea. What if instead of telling him I like desperation I were to show him? I didn't think it through in advance, which is completely unlike me, it just occurred to me one Sunday whilst we were browsing shops at our local shopping centre (one of those big building with lots of shops, not a street with shops on the side). We stopped for some food soon afterward and I ordered, and drank, an extra-large diet soft drink (I don't drink sugar) with lunch. I normally wouldn't drink much in public as I'd prefer not having to pee if I could avoid it but my plan for the day had become "Get desperate, noticeably desperate. Go to Tom's place. Go pee, in the toilet . Jump him. Let him figure out what made me want him so much at that point in time." And if he didn't work it out I could always just repeat the process later. For future reference it was a pretty warm day and I was wearing a light-weight red cotton dress cut a little above the knee and thongs (or flip-flops? Jandles? rubber things for your feet. I don't wear underwear thongs). I don't remember what underwear I had on. Probably black hipsters if I'm playing the odds, most my knickers are. In hindsight I could have always just have pretended to be desperate. That would have been a more controllable plan. I think I thought I could be more believable if my need was real, and more passionate afterward. Tom wanted to leave and go back to his place after we'd eaten, and I'd drunk . I needed time for the soft drink to get to me though so I dragged Tom into a bunch of stores that neither of us really wanted to be in. Eventually I judged that I was full enough that by the time we had got to Tom's car and driven to his place I'd need to go fairly, though not dangerously, badly. So I let Tom know I'd looked at everything I wanted to. Unfortunately my aimless shopping had given Tom time to think about things that he wanted to look at. And since I'd just dragged him around I could hardly object. After about half an hour, I guess, I was ready to "abort the mission" and just go pee in the shopping centre toilets. I'm pretty much fine with those particular toilets. I know where they are and I don't need to ask anyone about them. But Tom said that there was only one more shop he wanted to look at and it was right near his car (I don't have any recollection of what shop it was, that wasn't the focus of my attention) so I made the decision to walk past the toilets and hang on. Tom took ages in that store! By the time he was done I was having a hard time hiding the fact I was desperate to pee. If we'd been near the toilets at this point I'd have used them. But there weren't any between where we were and the car. I could have made us walk back to them but I didn't want to put Tom out again and I didn't want to give up my plan. I was busting but I was also feeling "sensitive" (those were linked ) and I wanted to get to Tom's place as soon as possible so I could solve both those problems. As soon as we sat down in Tom's ancient Mazda I casually announced that I really should have used the toilet whilst we were in the shopping centre. Tom immediately offered to go back inside with me, he's so nice, but I said that I could wait. I was still certain I was going to make it. Tom has since got rid of that particular car. Partly because it didn't even pretend to have a functioning suspension system. I'd never been busting in Tom's car before that. It was much worse on my bladder then driving literally any other car! I started wriggling about in my seat a little. I actually prefer to sit as still as possible when I need to pee really badly, I was acting the way people expect a desperate woman to act so that when we got closer to Tom's place and I announced that I was desperate to pee it wouldn't seem to come from nowhere. I was concentrating so much on looking like I needed to pee, and on not actually peeing, that I didn't notice Tom had pulled into the tiny parking lot of a local picture framing place. He must have seen my face because he asked my if I minded him having a quick look at some frames. I did mind. I was worried that a delay at this point could lead to wet knickers later. But I told him I didn't mind at all and went into the shop with him. It turns out that the framing shop had the sort of frames that Tom was looking for so he could mount some prints of book covers he had bought earlier. They are really cool and we still have them on our living room wall! But helping him pick frames just wasn't something I had any interest in dealing with at the time and I just went to the back of the shop and stared at something, more frames I guess. I felt sure I was going to wet myself in the store. Whilst Tom negotiated prices with the frame guy his girlfriend was going to soak the carpet in front of the gilded edges. I was panicking. I don't know what I'd have done if I did wet myself there, but I was seriously trying to work it out. Pretend I hadn't and refuse to acknowledge it? Run away? Disappear into a hole it the ground that must surely conveniently open up? Finally Tom was done talking to the frame guy and we left the store. Straight away he asked me what was wrong. I could hardly deny it. I'd been of no help at all with the frames and wasn't talking. So I admitted that I had to pee really badly. He suggested I go back in the store and ask to use their toilet. I didn't explain it to Tom, but I would sooner wet my pants than ask to use a staff toilet. That just isn't something I could do. So instead I told him I'd be all right, but could we go to his place straight away. If I mentioned that the lack of suspension in the Mazda when we were driving between the shopping centre and the framing place was terrible on my bladder then I really have to emphasize that now it was absolutely horrific. I could feel every dip and bump in the road. And they all made we feel like I was about to pee myself. But I could hardly have an accident in the car literally two minutes after I'd said I'd be ok and didn't need to ask to use the framing place's toilet. I wasn't wriggling around any more, I couldn't, I'd have bust. Tom asked me again if I was ok. I tried to respond but started crying instead. I was so scared I was going to pee my pants in my boyfriends car. A boyfriend I hadn't had long enough to be sure that it wouldn't be relationship damaging. He kept asking me what was wrong (he does that a lot!) and eventually I reiterated that I was dying for a pee. I think he'd assumed that if I'd had to go as badly as I did I'd have asked at the framing place and so had discounted that possibility. He consoled me and said that it would be ok and we were nearly at his place. I laid my handbag over my lap as casually as I could and slipped my hand up my dress. I don't find holding myself helps very much but in this particular situation I was ready to try anything that might keep the car dry. It didn't help that day either and successive bumps turned my knickers damp, and then wet beneath my fingers. The car pulled up and I was about to resign myself to the inevitable and let go what I realized that we weren't at a traffic light. We were in front of Tom's house! I'd been so focused on my bladder I had no idea where we were. I nonchalantly removed my hand from between my legs and stood up out of the car. This cost me a leak down my thigh but I managed to stop. I had to, frustratingly, wait until Tom walked round the car and was in front of me before I could walk up the pathway as I was worried that the back of my dress was going to be wet from my leaking in the car. I made it as far as the front door. I'm not good with front doors. I've made more puddles on doorsteps than anywhere else. Tom had just unlocked the front door and pushed it open. The toilet at Tom's place was literally opposite the front door. It wouldn't have been five meters. But it may as well have been five kilometers. I wasn't going to make it. I couldn't wait another second or take another step. A torrent of pee rushed out of me. Tom didn't notice and started to move into his house. I grabbed his arm firmly and he turned around to face me. I couldn't say it. I looked down at where my pee was starting to splatter on his doormat. I flicked my eyes up to check that he was looking down at my puddle. When I was finished I was so embarrassed that I started crying again. I couldn't make myself look at him. Tom gave me a quick hug and a brief (not sexy) kiss and told me to jump in the shower and pass him my clothes. I didn't have anything else to wear at his place (or wear home!). When I got to the bathroom and took off my dress I saw that there was indeed a big wet patch on the seat of it from where I'd leaked in the car. So even if I'd made it to the toilet instead of only the doorstep I'd still probably have had to admit to wetting myself. I calmed down in the shower. Whilst I certainly hadn't intended to actually wet myself at least it was only in front of Tom and he had been ok about it. Thinking back he was actually super nice considering I looked like a silly girl who couldn't gauge when she needed to pee and wet herself on his house. When I came out of the shower I found something Tom and I could do whilst I waited for my clothes to wash. It was as passionate as I'd hoped. Wetting myself always leaves me super excited and sensitive. Afterward we talked about what had happened and I confessed everything about how I'd deliberately gotten desperate so I could use it to explain the things I like. And how I'd misjudged things and was sorry for wetting his doormat and maybe his car seat (it was fine). He isn't into wetting for his own sake and I try not to wet myself in front of him outside of the bedroom. Now that he knows it doesn't embarrass me to pee my pants in front of him any more he thinks it's funny. Which embarrasses me . In the bedroom I wet my knickers regularly as foreplay and Tom has wet his briefs on top of me for my pleasure quite a few times. Which I like a lot, though not so much as if he were to wet his pants outside the bedroom. That would drive me wild! It's taken me a couple of hours to write this story and I have to pee pretty bad right now. I'm feeling quite excited remembering this stuff so after I hit post I'm going to go stand in the bath and pee in my knickers.
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  31. Thanks - I'd be interested to read those. Do you think it triggered your omo fetish? My dreams start as non-peeing sexual dreams. These are usually with women I know - not usually women I'm attracted to but those that have been on my mind, typically someone I've had a big argument with at work or something like that. Then suddenly my dream will change somehow and I'm peeing. Then almost immediately I wake up and find I'm ejaculating. This was an almost nightly occurrence for me until my early 20's then slowed down. It still happens occasionally. At my age I'm pleased to still have this happen!
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  32. Beg to differ. If we don't draw a line between a fictional char (like Leia, Hermione, whoever) and the real person playing them it is questionable if we should write stories about them, no matter if they are alive or dead. To me, Leia is Leia and not Carrie Fisher. Hermione is Hermione and not Emma Watson. What happens to the real persons doesn't change that.
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  33. Here is the rip 480P_600K_105215142.mp4
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  34. No, I swear it's not dead! I'm writing every single day. I cannot overstate just how HUGE OF A PROJECT the next part is. Understand that it's not a simple part of the story, it's an absolutely massive program run on a separate webpage, something that I've never seen done before about omorashi and something that takes an amount of writing equal to a small novel. I am really sorry about how long this is taking, I never expected it to be so much work when I started, but it's turned into a big passion project. Once other writers here see what I'm doing, it's likely going to create a new wave of unique and wonderful stories all over this site. Trust me, it's worth the wait. As for how long it may take still from now, we're looking at a week at the very least. I'm trying to write more but between the pure word count and the complex nature of the thing itself, it's very slow-going. What I can guarantee is that I will NOT stop writing this story until I type "The End" after the last words of the final chapter. I love this thing I've created just as much if not more than any of the readers, and I ain't goin anywhere.
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  35. A Butterfly, a Detective, and... A bunch of rocks? Part 2/2 Amber hummed happily to herself while she prepared the mix of leaves for Ellie's evening tea. "If I add a bit of dandelion to it, that should work!" She stated aloud, knowing well that Ellie would still be on her way back for at least a few minutes longer. Once she was sure the mixture would do as she intended, she put the kettle on - Just as she heard her friend opening the door downstairs. The butterfly-girl smirked. Part One of her plan was complete. Once Ellie had finished her tea, Part Two would commence. ------ Illuminata heaved a sigh as she sat down at the dinner table, flashing a smile at Amber, who looked to be caught up in a book she had borrowed from Frey. "Thanks for putting the tea on, Amber, you're the best sidekick a detective could ask for." Amber giggled and smiled right back. "No problem! Gotta pay you back for letting me stay here somehow, right?" Ellie hummed in affirmative as she sipped her tea. She couldn't quite place what the mix was based on flavor, but dealing in flowers and herbs, she had quite a selection it was bound to happen. 'Volkanon might laugh at me if he knew.' The detective shrugged, and after a pause, sipped again. Amber waited patiently on the other side of the table, pretending to read while she observed. ----- The green haired girl had been about to give up on her tea doing anything of note, but as Ellie had read through her mystery novel, she had finally shown signs of the brew going to work. Crossed legs, fidgeting... It had taken effect! Amber excused herself from the table to head to the bathroom, getting a token "Mmhm." as Ellie powered through her book. ----- After all of the time spent outdoors, Illuminata had needed a pit stop. She procrastinated, promising herself she would go once she had finished her tea. Tea long ago finished, she had been absorbed in her book - She needed to see who the culprit was! Who was slandering the lady aristocrat? - Finally, a pang in her bladder shook her from her book... She realized exactly how long it had been since she had last visited the bathroom, and the thought alone made her wince as she stood up, heading to the bathroom door with legs pressed tightly together. The door was locked. "I'm in here, Ellie!" Amber piped up from inside, "You forgot?" "Not... Exactly." The redheaded elf answered with strain evident in her voice. A cramp shot through her bladder. Reflexively, she gripped at herself through her pants, groaning loudly in complaint. "A-Amber! Please hurry up in there!" Amber stood in front of the toilet, never having had to use it in the first place. Her amusement threatened to boil over into giggles, but she kept her cool. "Umm.. I think I'm gonna be a bit still." She lied, prompting a muffled curse from the detective. The longer Illuminata waited, the harder the pressure bore down against her bladder. She was rapidly reaching her limit. "Amberrrr! Open up, I can't wait anymore!" Amber reached over and flushed the toilet, stepping over to the sink a moment later to keep up the charade. "Just let me wash my hands, Ellie!" She answered, feigning exasperation. Ellie whimpered, banging on the door with eyes squeezed shut as she felt a trickle of pee leak out and dampen her panties. With relief just through the door in front of her, her bladder was not patient, and just as she heard the door unlocking, as soon as she tried to rush forward, she stumbled, landing on her hands and knees as the door opened. The sudden shock was too much, and the floodgates did not break gradually so much as end up smashed open - A gush of hot pee soaked her panties in a flash, forcing onward to saturate the groin of her pants before falling to the floor with a patter - Almost as loud as the hissing that came in waves with every contraction of her bladder. Trails of wetness poured down her legs, meeting with the stream in a growing puddle. Throughout all of this, Illuminata's mind was filled with one thought: 'Relief!', It showed on her face. The beads of sweat that had built up in her stress had ran down to her chin, and each shaky breath was a small sigh of relief. Finally, the torrent subsided, leaving the bathroom almost silent. Amber crouched down by the edge of the golden puddle with a cheeky smile. "You shouldn't tease me about holding it so long when you do the same thing, Ellie!" Illuminata, having caught her breath, pushed off from the floor and brought her knees together to sit, wiping her wet hands on the sides of her pantlegs. She took a deep breath. "So YOU'RE the culprit!" Both girls burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. Fin. Author's note: I am considering keeping any events in these stories in the same continuity, so that they might reference each other and build an overall timeline, a year of events or the like. This would mean that, depending on reader requests and opinions, if a certain pairing of characters happens, the two involved would not be available for other shipping requests. It's just an idea at this point, and I want to know what people think before I 'lock in' to that path or choose another.
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  36. Yes, I have not posted before, but am in full time education, so rarely even log in, but just please if you all could donate $1-$2 as they all soon would add up. P.S. I donated $12 but didn't log in first.
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  37. I disagree, she doesn't look underage. Unless you have something to suggest that she is... like a link? Obviously, if somebody finds that she is under 18, we should have it removed from the site.
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  38. Hi. Does anyone of you have any print screens of this old articles mentioned above?
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  39. I have no idea if this is really from the 1970s, as the title of it implies, but maybe it is. The title (schmalfilm) also implies that it is on either super 8 or 16 film, which seems about right. I got it from this vk page. That user also has a video called "vintage pi and other..." that is a scene from "Wet Weekend" by Danish pornographers Color Climax, which I believe is from 1981. There is a panty-peeing scene over a chamber pot, but I'm not uploading on account of the excessive amounts of fellatio, etc., which is against the rules here, I think. schmalfilm_1970.mp4
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  40. I do understand where you're coming from, though. I guess as a non-bedwetter, I don't have very strong memories of the diapers I used. And even if I did, obviously none of them would fit. Plus, as a child of the 2000s (born in late '96, potty trained in like 2000) the branding has changed only incrementally since then, so there's significantly less of a vintage thing, I think. I do miss some of the designs I bought as a slightly younger ABDL though. I liked the karate/BMX designs, and I'm still salty about them getting rid of the red skateboard design. I've liked both of the skateboarding designs more than the camo helicopter ones. I've actually called K-C's customer support line to tell them about the designs I like. And also to get the Marvel/Disney designs on the L/XL size, especially last year when they posted something that seemed like it indicated that. I've also called the Pampers line to try to get them to make UnderJams bigger. It's actually a really fun activity.
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  41. I know there's a high probability that this is an unpopular opinion, but aesthetically speaking I would choose the current ones over these every day of the week...
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  42. Like I've said in my last experience, me and my bf are now open to each other with omorashi. A few weeks or so have passed since last time and we've had a bit of 'fun' intermittently in the period between. But last night, my bf tried something different. For those of you who don't know, I came on this site because I was unsure what to feel about my omorashi fetish. It was nice finding support here from people who shared the same preferences. Ever since I opened up to my bf about omorashi, I felt the need to share here dwindle. But I would like to share with you what happened last night, and it would be great if you can give me your opinion on it. Last night, my bf asked me whether I was up to another night of 'fun'. I said yes but it was still early and we haven't even had dinner yet. Just when I was about to ask him what he had in mind, he said we were going to do it outside. I was a little shocked to hear this. My bf likes to watch me hold my pee, but no matter how desperate I get, there's always a toilet nearby at home. Needless to say I didn't want to hold my pee outside, and it is always super embarrassing if I end up so desperate to have to hold myself in public. But my bf has always been so protective and thoughtful and to go against his one request would be poor repayment. Just when I was about to tell him I was ok to it, he brought out something I've always been too embarrassed to look at, let alone use. He brought out a vibrator. It was a gift from my friend. She thinks me and my bf are, in her words, the cutest couple ever (awww :D ) and since I also played a role in setting her up with her bf, she decided to express her love and thanks by giving me a vibrator! It was the most awkward moment ever when I received that thing, unwrapped, in public. I think I blushed harder that time than when my bf confessed his feelings to me (another long story XD ). Anyway, with all good intentions, my friend wanted to 'enhance' my relationship with my bf with that thing, but I've honestly been to shy of the thought of using it and therefore it has stayed boxed and unused. So when I saw my bf take that thing out, I became really nervous. My bf saw the look on my face and calmly reassured me that it's perfectly natural to use a sex toy and that there's nothing for me to feel shy about. He took out the vibrator, which had the shape of a small bead, and it even had a remote. My bf asked whether it was ok to put it on me. I nodded. He then pulled up my skirt. Gosh thinking back I think that was one of the shyest moments I've had in front of my bf, I don't know why but I'm just really awkward around sexual matters. He slipped it inside my panties, and pushed it between the lips of my va****. My va**** is really sensitive and having that thing on, without turning it on, was already making my knees weak. All things set, we went out for dinner. After dinner my bladder was starting to build. I already had to pee a little when I was at home, and I had to go pretty badly by the time dinner was over. We went to a park for a walk. Luckily for me, it was quiet and deserted but for a few people lolling in park benches. I love wrapping my arms around my bf's arm when we walk and this time I did it out of necessity. Every step I took the vibrator pressed against me, and it was hard for me to walk straight like that. My bf asked me how I felt. I told him I had to pee pretty badly and we should find I toilet fast in case I peed myself in public. To him that was the cue to turn on the vibrator. He pressed the button on his remote, and I almost knelt down when the vibrator turned on. It felt nothing like when my bf played with my va****. I clutched my bf's arm harder and hid my face in his chest to stop myself from squealing out loud. I could feel my bladder loosing control. We walked on in the slowest pace ever, me latched onto my bf. After a while he turned it off, and I let out a long sigh of relief. I reached under my skirt and felt my panties. Luckily I still haven't peed myself. I turned to my bf and pleaded him to go home with me. I told him I couldn't hold my pee for long with the vibrator on and I didn't want to wet myself in public. I expected my bf to realize how hard this was for me, and to listen to me and go home. But instead he asked me whether I wanted him to turn the vibrator on again. I immediately begged him not to, and told him he could do it to me at home. His expression looked rapt when I was begging him, and I was honestly a little hurt to see him enjoying this. But he listened to me and we got to his car. The car was next to a public toilet and I was really dying to pee. I asked my bf whether I could go but my bf said I had to wait till we got home. I really didn't want to pee in the car but my bf had started the engines already, and so I followed him. The drive home was long. I had to pee really bad, and I was really starting to regret agreeing to my bf's request. But ironically, when I crossed my legs, the vibrator pressed aptly on my pee hole, and it actually helped me hold it in. My bf kept peeking at me and I was honestly scared he might lose attention to the road. Then out of nowhere, the turned the vibrator on again. I immediately bent down on my seat. I had the feeling of almost loosing control of my bladder and orgasming again, but it never came. I felt like I was on the brink of peeing myself but I didn't, and the feeling of approaching an orgasm was getting stronger. I wanted to tell my bf to turn it off since i didn't want to pee in his car, but my words came out as moans instead. It turns out the vibrator has a power setting, and my bf had only just set it to its minimum. He turned it up, and the vibration became stronger. I clutched my va**** to keep myself from peeing, but that only pressed to va**** against me even harder. Then I realised we had stopped moving. It turns out we were home already, but my bf decided to be quiet on it just to watch me. I felt hurt again, since I was struggling so much just to keep his car clean. I opened the door, and the moment I stepped out, I knelt on the floor and peed. Again, luckily for me, there were no neighbours around. I was still clutching onto my va**** so hard my skirt became soaked, and I left a giant puddle on the floor. But I still haven't orgasmed yet. By bf picked me up and put me in the shower. Not going to detail what he did, but with the vibrator, I had the longest orgasmed I've ever had in my life. After all that when we went to sleep, I told my bf how difficult it was for me to hold it in public. Then I asked him why he seemed to enjoy it when I begged him not to turn on the vibrator and let me pee. He said I looked very cute when I did, and he just couldn't resist it. He said he was sorry if I didn't like it, and we both went to sleep happy. While It's nice to hear my bf compliment my appearances, don't you think it's a little callous to like to see me beg? I would never like to see my bf beg, or is this another one of those boy girl differences? Do boys really like seeing girls beg? My relationship with my bf is good, but I would really like to know whether he's normal to like seeing me beg him to let me pee. Hope I don't waste your time with this and thank you in advance if you replied :)
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  43. I hope this is a new one, if not, well worth another look I think. You just can't beat a good one piece for pissing! Japanese Green SSP.mp4
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  44. while I'm strapped for time lately its good to see this thread kept alive. i hope this is new Juegos humedos — Meadita veraniega !!!.mp4
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  45. Found this interesting video of drunken girl peeing in her shiny blue bikini for her "master". I found this video to be hot in its own way. Some nudity shown in the video. Drunken and Fun Pissplay - Pornhubcom.mp4
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  46. ok, 4 more... This is what happened before I've done the pics
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  47. To the person who downvoted my post above. Please be aware that a person's gender does not reside in their genitals. Does not even reside in their sex chromosones. If you have not had your chromosones checked it is very possible that you could be male with 'female' sex chromosones and vice versa. If you think I said something wrong, at least have the courage to say so, rather than hide behind the downvote button.
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  48. That escalated quickly.... Back when I was attending senior school, if a student did wet themselves in an exam, they wouldn't be banned from the premises or arrested. This is just conjecture and second-hand hearing, but, after one exam which, sadly, I wasn't sitting as it wasn't the field I'd chosen, there were rumors floating around the school that someone had actually done just that in and exam. They'd, apparently, wet themselves. According to the rumor, it was a female student, hence why I was a little upset I wasn't sitting that exam. All that happened to her, aside from the total embarrassment of being a Year 11 student (around 15-16 years old, don't know what that is in continental systems) who'd just wet themselves, all they were told to do was re-sit the exam at a later date as they'd missed the majority of it due to clean-up. Being banned or outright failing for lack of oversight is far too cruel. We're all human, at the end of the day, and we all make mistakes.
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  49. My friend found this for me
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