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  1. Thank you, lad! 😅 I don't know why, I just felt like doing something... unconventional
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    I was incredibly desperate (I wet myself only 30 minutes prior to this!) and as I wanted to shave myself for quite some time now, I decided to film myself doing it. You can see me trying my best holding it in (standing still wasn't an option anymore). Nonetheless, having to pee bad while pushing on my bladder with the razor did not make it easy and soon I started leaking. At first it was only a spurt and a few dribbles, but then it resorted in me completely losing it and peeing for a minute. 🙈
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  3. View File I was incredibly desperate (I wet myself only 30 minutes prior to this!) and as I wanted to shave myself for quite some time now, I decided to film myself doing it. You can see me trying my best holding it in (standing still wasn't an option anymore). Nonetheless, having to pee bad while pushing on my bladder with the razor did not make it easy and soon I started leaking. At first it was only a spurt and a few dribbles, but then it resulted in me completely losing it and peeing for a minute. 🙈 Submitter toolateagain Submitted 04/25/2022 Category Male
  4. Well, you're missing the point here. It's not the models making you look bad. It's your kind of behavior.
  5. Uff... Ich glaube, ich bin da nur einer von Vielen. As for me, I am a German male, originally from the Northern region of Germany, but now living in the west (NRW).
  6. Well, this isn't too spectacular or anything, but I wanted to share it: So I tried updating my Windows 10 laptop. The only reason for doing so (I disabled updates months ago as there was one update constantly failing) was that me and afew friends decided on playing the new Microsoft version of Minecraft together and that you only get in the Windows App store and oh well, seems like you have to run on an up-to-date version of Windows to do so. Again, the update kept failing, giving me the same error message over and over again and the Google search basically said contacting the support would be the best solution, so I did just that. After a few hours of the typical hassle, I finally got in conctact with a support person who was actually interested in solving the issue. She got remote access to my computer and did a little bit of research, before writing down a link to the Windows 10 installer software. She clicked on that and Firefox opened as the default web browser. She downloaded the software and that's where things got a little awkward. At first for her, and then for me. It seemed she didn't know where to run downloaded software out of Firefox (I assume she only knows Edge as a Windows support person?), so that was kind of awkward for her. However, she then opened the Windows explorer and first folder she opened was, you guessed it, "Downloads". Well, only minutes before contacting her, I was freeing some space from my hard disk, just in case I was being dumb and not having enough space for the update and therefore it kept failing. Thus I sorted my downloads folder by file size and deleted a few heavy-sized omorashi gems (but really only a few and kept the rest). So basically, what just happened was: She now opened the folder with tons of omorashi material (and a bit of other non-omorashi downloads, but I didn't mind that) and she even had so scroll down all the way down since it was still all sorted by file size. Immediately I was so incredibly embarassed. I jumped up from my chair, as if that would help anything, and just turned around because I did not want to see what's happening ony my screen. After half a minute or so I went back to my laptop, though, seeing that she copied the link from Firefox and pasted it into the Edge browser, trying to download and open the installer from there, so she did not even find the installer she downloaded in Firefox! To top it all off, she also did not know how to open files through Edge. So what happened next, was me taking over, opening Firefox again, opening the download menu and starting the software from there. After that, she thanked me in the chat. I know, I should not even mind, as I will probably never get in contact with her again or even meet her in real life. However, that was the very first moment I felt busted regarding my fetish. Don't get me wrong, a few friends of mine know about my omorashi love, but those are people I in particular chose for being "worthy enough" of knowing about that affection of mine. That support woman, however, was the first person to get to know this by accident (and I even felt sorry for her as she probably was grossed out at least). However, as I don't want to open a thread here only talking about myself, I want to ask you: Have you ever been busted in regards to your fetish? There is a thread somewhere asking whether people were being caught wetting (and I would count that at being busted as well, so you might just write something about that in case it ever happened to you), but what about people finding out about your fetish in another way?
  7. I asked her whether this was her most recent accident and she said yes. When I asked if this was the only time she peed her pants, she recalled two other occasions. She was not being drunk in those experiences, though: One time she peed her pants in school, age 10 and the other time she peed herself in a youth centre or so when she was 12. Both times she did not want to embarrasse herself mentioning her need to pee so she reached the point of not being able to hold. She might even be into peeing after all, because she mentioned one time she went to some European country with her (now ex) boyfriend and saw a woman pee in the middle of a crowded pedestrian area while nobody seemed to care. She said that sighting caused her to think a lot about peeing in front of others and how people tend to overreact on a human's need. I am no expert, but I would say a person who is not interested into peeing would not recall such an experience in her head multiple times? However, writing down her experience caused me to contact her on Facebook again. Who knows, maybe the conversation at one point reaches the peeing topic again – and maybe I can even find out a few more information. If we ever talk about it again, this will definetely be a question I would bring up. I promise to inform you if I find out anything. ;-)
  8. First things first: This story I was not part of. Neither am I the one having an accident, nor did I wittness the wetting. The protagonist once told me her experience over the phone and I thought: Why not share it with you people? I apologize in advance if the story is too long. For those not interested in the backgrounds of the story, can just skip to where it says "The story". Also, I did not want to make this a fiction, so sorry for the lack of detail (for example due to my insecurity and shyness, I of course do not know if the wetting arroused her in any way), but I decided not to add anything she did not tell me. Background story: In summer last year, I was invited by the youth organization of my party to join an association meeting over the weekend. Our youth organization is full of different tendencies fighting each other – and that is one of the reasons, why I am normally avoiding their meetings. However, I thought this time it was worth a shot. So when I arrived at the hostel, I quickly searched for people from my tendency to share a room with and to sum things up: Yep, it was just as bad as I thought this weekend would be. However, there was one nice occurance the second night, when I was sitting outside, drinking beer with some of my comrades. A young woman (25 years old, as it turned out – and for the record: lets call her Anna) walked towards me and started talking to me. I noticed her before in one of our many seminars, simply because she was very good looking. She is around 170 cm tall and has an athletic body and long, blond hair with blue eyes. I was sceptical, because a) Why should a woman like her want to talk to me? and b) I knew for a fact that she was from an opposing tendency within my party. While at first it was the casual small talk like »Where do you come from?« and so on and so forth, the conversation soon changed into a political discussion with her asking me a few things about my tendency. »Out of curiosity« as she stated. It was the only conversation I had with her. However, a few days later I send her a friend request on Facebook and we started chatting. Sometimes casually, sometimes about politics – always respecting the fact that on certain topics our views differ quite a lot. One time, and that is where the real story begins, we talked on the phone late at night (or early in the morning). It was around 4 am and she was on her way home from a bar when she called me. She was a bit tipsy at best, but definetely not drunk. Five minutes into the phone call, she reached home (at that time she was still sharing an apartment with her mother) and we continued talking. At some point – and that is where I was suddenly wide awake again – I heard some quite familiar hissing and splashing noise: She was on the toilet, peeing as we talked. I did not say anything and she also did not mention anything either. I liked it, though. You know, sometimes I try to move conversations towards peeing stories or so. Not out of nowhere, but if it more or less fits (for example if the friend I am having a conversation with mentions their need to pee). This time however, it was different: Anna at some point started talking about drinking stories and the second one was about her and a friend when they were 16 years old: The story: Anna and her friend (lets name her Maria) wanted to meet up with another friend in a neighbouring city where they wanted to go partying. Anna and Maria however ended up taking the wrong train and by the time they realized, they were stranded in a town called Potsdam – and that is definetely not where you want to end up if your aim for the night is having a really good party. They nonetheless decided it was worth a try checking out the town and went to a nearby supermarket to get some booze. It was there that they met three guys a few years older than them, so maybe they were about 18, 19 years old at the time. Those guys approached the two girls, asking what they had planned for the night as they were going to sit in their garden, drinking a few beers and other alcohol (which was kind of strange giving the fact it was raining non-stop). Anna and Maria accepted the invitation and went away with those three strangers they just met, in a town that they never planned on ending up in. One of the three guys was quite attractive, Anna told me, but he was the only one in a relationship so the two girls went with the only other two options they had for making out. At some point, Maria had to pee, so the guys advised her to just go to the end of the garden behind some bushes – which she did. Anna however, did not want to do this. When she told me the story, I asked her why she did not pee in the garden as her friend did, and she claimed she does not remember anymore why she did not want to pee there. At some point of course, the evening had to come to an end and the girls said their good-byes. It was then, that Anna was hit from a wave of desperation to pee. She did not even have a chance – she just peed then and there, in front of the others (probably due to the combined fact that she was a) holding quite a while already and b) definetely drunk). After a few seconds, though, she was able to regain control and stop the flow. Thanks to the rain, it was not even visible to anyone else. However the guy Anna made out with was kind of obsessed with her and did not want her to leave. In his drunken stupor, he wanted to be funny, kneeing down, begging her to stay and – that is where it gets quite funny – hugged her leg. I mean... Seriously. He hugged her leg. You know scenes like that from cartoons or so, but when does it ever happen in real life, that someone hugs your leg? Of course it has to happen that one time you just peed your pants. Anna of course was suddenly feeling embarrassed and insecure by that, as she feared he might feel her quite warm, but wet leg. He did not, luckily for her. However, the guys insisted on accompanying the girls to the train station. All the way, Anna had one major problem: Her need to pee did not decrease by her little accident earlier. In fact, the urge grew up to a point where it got really uncomfortable. So when they reached the (roofed) train station, she knew she had to find a way to let out all the pee. However, since it was late at night, the toilets at the train station were closed and with the other people waiting for their trains, squatting down somewhere was not an option. In fact, as it was not an option earlier before in a secluded garden, why would it be an option now, in public? She was trying her best to not show any form of desperation whatsoever, still not knowing what to do. Suddenly, though, she received a phone call by her father. She answered and while she was talking, she of course seperated a bit from the others. She was talking to her dad, when only a few meters away from the others, she leaned against a pillar and just let go. She did not care anymore. The urge to pee was getting too bad to handle, so she let go, full stream, into her already soakingly wet jeans. She did not hide, however. She was just a few meters away from Maria and the guys, when the pee spread around her butt and running down her legs, forming into a puddle on the ground. Yep, it of course formed a puddle. A fact, that Anna did not put into consideration before. But what was she supposed to do? She could definetely not stop the stream anymore. She was completely emptying her bladder now, feeling the great feeling of relieve. When she was done doing her business and done talking on the phone, she rejoined the group, acting as if nothing happened the past few minutes. However, no one did mention anything – and even her friend did not know: When Anna told her on the train, Maria said she did not notice anything nor did anyone of the guys say anything. So after all, Anna might have had the perfect accident.
  9. I have this friend I occasionally chat about peeing and stuff, but more in a fooling around way than in a sexual way. At least I never wrote her about all this peeing stories being part of a fetish I have – and neither did she admit anything similar. This video goes back to a day I came home from some kind of social gathering I enjoyed. It was quite late, probably around 11 pm or so and I possibly had a beer or two (probably a few more than that, though) and even though I used the toilet before I left, the 45 minute ride home plus 45 minute walk home. The shared flat I live in is quite secluded from the rest of the town, so there are no more busses going at night, so it's either walking or taking a taxi and since I am not Bill Gates, I so often cannot efford taking a taxi. There are possibly a few spots one can pee without getting noticed along the way, but I felt naughty and when the urge to pee hit in, I held it in and wanted to see how far I could take it. I messaged my friend and told her I needed to pee and there was no place to go (it's easy to lie through WhatsApp, isn't it?). She replied something like "I hope you make it" and to be honest: I did not feel to bad – yet. Probably a 6/10. However, that changed throughout the way and of course I came closer to my home; and you all know what that means: Suddenly, when I entered the door, it was at "barely controlable anymore". I walked up the stairs to my shared flat and what did I see? The lovely red dot at the bathroom door, indicating someone locked it. I like my flatmates and there is hardly anything I couldn't talk with them about, but what I would never ever even consider doing is knocking the door and asking how much more time they need. Just cannot do that. So without further hesitating I went straight to my room and after a few minutes, the urge was controllable again. I even felt less desperate sitting at my desk than when I was on my walk home. I still told my friend I now had to wait for the bathroom to become unoccupied again and said I was about to maybe wet myself (which wasn't much of a shocker to her, since she knows about me wetting myself in one or two other occasions and vice versa) and she didn't seem too concerned and asked me to keep her updated. Oh, as a side note: I normally would not let her know that I am about to burst. As much as we like to exchange stories sometimes, those always are stories that took place in the past. Probably then we can be like "Oh damn, I was so stupid back then, right?". Suddenly it occured to me: It was years ago, I actually lost control. Most of the times, at some point, I just let go. I wanted to have that feeling again: Having such a full bladder, it relieves itself without me being able to do anything against it. And that night would be the perfect opportunity, to do just that, as I was already quite full – and I could even let my friend know I wet myself in real time. Looking back at it, probably the alcohol made me be so revealing towards her at that moment. However, what I did next was: opening a beer. I drank the bottle really fast. In like one minute or so. Then I opened the next bottle and drank it as well and when I opened the third bottle and sipped a few times, I suddenly felt really, really desperate. I tried to distract myself through watching stupid videos on YouTube, but after a few minutes already, I felt a small drop escape. By that time of course, the bathroom was free again, but I wanted to take this one further, so I found excuses towards my friend and told her, my flatmate was taking a bath and stuff. She even suggested me to pee in a bottle, but I told her there were no empty bottles around (which except for those two too small empty beer bottles was actually true). It was then, it hit me: A real leak. And another one. And another one. That immediately left a wet spot on my jeans. You can see it in the beginning of the video I attached. I decided to film it (for my own joy) and when I started to record, it wasn't too long until I felt like losing the battle. I could have peed just there, on my chair, but actually I love my carpet and so I didn't want to do just that. So as soon as the dam broke, I stood up and walked away from said carpet, peeing all the way, threw a blanked on the ground and stood on it, completely emptying my bladder for what felt like ages (but according to the video was just "only" one minute twenty). Needless to say the relief was amazing. My heart was beating so fast. When I camled down a bit, I wrote my friend that there had been no way but peeing my pants and that I had to do laundry now, late at night. She asked my "How bad was it?" and I just replied "Very bad. They are drenched." and then we went back to the usual fooling around like "Oh well, maybe some day you will learn to use the toilet in time." and stuff. I didn't mind, I enjoyed it either way. And the video of my accident from the moment a few seconds before I stood up from my chair, you can see attached. Would be great to hear your oppinion on it! (I am sorry it isn't in FullHD, though. I must have lost the original file.) Cheers! Filled_my_bladder_to_the_brim
  10. 10/10. What a story. To be honest, I am not that much into swimsuit wetting (nor is wetting my own swim shorts my favorite, even though of course it is still wetting, so I like it nonetheless). However, given the detail of your story, there is no other way to put it, I just find it awesome. The way you describe the glowing as your croch got wet is really nice – and in fact one of the things I love most about wetting. Your story even reminded me how I was at a similar age, wetting my swimming shorts on the toilet of a public pool. I just peed through the fabric of my already wet shorts and the simple fact I did it with so many people around (who couldn't see it, obviously, but reading your story I guess you get the sentation of a teen in that situation), led to the first (and as far as I can recall only) time I masturbated in public, as well. Never told anyone, of course and aslo I don't think I could write such a beautiful story from it as you did. Kudos. All in all: Not only the detail of the story really helped making this a top level experience to read, but also your language in general. So great to have you onboard this great community.
  11. Is this some kind of kink of yours to always tell us you were crying when you wet yourself? I can definetely see a pattern in your stories, to say the least. As for my part, I don't really find it enjoyable. I prefer people to enjoy their omorashi experiences rather than feel humiliated and crushed.
  12. There seems to be something wrong with your file. It is less than 1 MB small and contains only a matter of a second as video...
  13. The »surprise« is a cumshot into her face. So, definetely pornographic and definetely you should consider before downloading, as some people (myself included) find that kind of stuff pretty disgusting.
  14. I don't know when was the last time my father hit me (for me, it was always my father doing me harm, physically, never my mother). He used to do it quite often he got angry with me when I was a child. I did not play well for my soccer team? He hit me. I had bad grades at school? He hit me. Now I am 25 years old and my relationship towards him is really, really good. I mean, it was never really bad. Generally speaking, I had an okay childhood. Only, there are better things in life than growing up in fear of making a mistake and then get hit because of it. To get to the point: My father changed many years ago (and today he feels terrible for his actions in the past). I have two younger brothers. The youngest being 8, the other one being about one year younger than me. The youngest one he never hit, as far as I can tell (I live some hundred kilometers away from home for a few years now, so I only see them a few times a year). However, I vaguely remember one time my father hitting my other brother when he was around 18 years old. He started crying but not because of the pain, but because of the shame. Being an adult, but still beaten by his father. It took my father some time, but once he realized what he had done, he never hit any of us ever again. (Sorry, but whenever I want to refer to something in an introduction, I tend to go far afield, but maybe you get the point. Simply said: I can totally understand you.) Now I know nothing about your mother. Did not even read the stories about you having an accident in front of her (and for an odd reason would not even find them arousing, now knowing this kind of background story). I hope she takes her time, thinking about what she has done. You are completely right: There is nothing wrong with peeing your pants. No matter if it is on purpose or not. No matter if it is for sexual pleasure or not. You do not do anyone any harm, you even wash your wet pants by yourself. However, I do not want to act as if I am in any way able to do some analysis on your mother's behavior, but I would be pretty much surprised if you peeing your pants actually was what got her upset. I also would not dare saying you over-reacted. You did not. I can understand your reaction completely. Nonetheless, I hope you and your mother get back together in a few days. She will have time to think about what she has done. Let us hope she reflects on her behavior appropriately. As mentioned in my example with my grown-up brother, it is not only about the physical harm she did to you. Maybe, if it is possible for you, you can try and sort things out with her in a calm conversation? Telling her, that you never meant to upset her, but that you felt exposed and ashamed when you told her about your fetish, so when she got angry as a result, you felt crushed and thus called her a shitty mother. Since I do not know how to start a private conversation, I took some time writing this text. Hope, you found someone to rant with you, though. Maybe as soon as I find out, how to actually PM someone, I will contact you in private. Until then, I hope you are doing fine and taking your time to gather yourself. I am pretty certain things will turn for the better, again.
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