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  1. I thought I uploaded this earlier, but I can't find it, so I'm having another go. It's in several places on the internet, and since many of us are bedwetters, it should be here. I'm wetting my bed.mp4
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  3. View File [RAI-03] Bedwetting Report Vol.3 Two bedwettings contained. Submitter Kenny P. Submitted 03/20/2017 Category Pajama Wetting  
  4. The last male wetting I posted seemed to be popular, so here's another one. This time the man's in bed, and pours a flood of piss over one thigh. He then wets the other one and finally makes a small fountain between his legs. I don't know where this came from. It's plainly amateur, and I'm reasonably sure it's not copyright, or at least not to a company. Flooding the bed.mpg
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  6. View File Omoani FHD/UHD Upscales This is the semi-complete Omoani video collection upscaled to 1080p FHD (and for a few videos, 4k UHD) format. This was done using deep convolutional neural networks (specifically waifu2x) with some additional post-processing to remove banding and other artifacts. Most of the original clips, which were originally 640x480, have been scaled up 2.25x to 1440x1080. A few of the most recent (higher quality) releases which were originally 720p have also been scaled up 3x to 4k UHD for those with hardware powerful enough to handle it, and 1080p HD for everyone else. This is also a semi-preview of a new feature that will be coming to OmoOrg's gallery Soon™. Eventually, our gallery system will be able to automatically upscale lower resolution image uploads in the same manner, with minimal loss in quality! Submitter Kirito Submitted 03/09/2017 Category Anime / Animated Clips  
  7. 'Right, year 11!' Shouts headmaster Micheals. 'This is our first night of the week, I expect you all to sleep well, we've got a lot of stuff planned for tomorrow, so I don't want you all staying up all night!' Just like most of the year 11's, I haven't really been paying attention to most of what the Headmaster was saying. I always thought that the teachers were excused from assemblies like this until I actually got the job. But no, assemblies are for everyone, and they're still just as boring. But now headmaster was beginning to wrap everything up, and it was time to bring all the classes back to the tents. The school has rented out a camping ground for the week as a last school trip for the year 11's, now that GCSEs had finished. Most of the students haven't got anything to do until they start college or sixth form after the summer holidays, so the Headmaster thought it would be a nice send-off for the students - and it kind of is. The July weather is nice and warm, the evenings are late, and it's nice to be out with friends - even us teachers have friends, something I never really grasped until I passed the courses last year. As the form tutors take their classes from their seats and back to their tents, the rest of us teachers plan on what we'll be doing tonight. Our campground, though next to the students, was still a separate camp ground, so we'd probably have a campfire, a few drinks, that sort of stuff. We'd all been given short shifts to patrol the camp-site of course, to make sure the students were actually sleeping, but I'd got lucky and been assigned an early shift. Me and Sarah Crossgrove - a friend I'd met in university - were the first to do our patrol. 'You ready for this Catherine?' Sarah asked me. 'Ooh, I'm getting excited! I've never done this sort of thing before!' Sarah and I were about the same height, a little over five foot tall. We both had similar builds - slim but healthy (Sarah has larger breasts than I, and I can't help but feel a little jealous), and the two of us have similar length hair - falling around the shoulders. My hair was a hay-bale blonde, tied back in a pony tail, whereas Sarah's hair was free-flowing, wavy and ginger, showing off her Scottish ancestry. Sarah's eyes were a forest green, while mine were sky-blue. Both of us had freckle-spotted faces, though mine much less so that Sarah's. The two of us had been the best of friends since we'd met in university - we lived next to each other in the halls, we were in all the same classes, and now we worked at the same school. We've been confused for sisters a couple times. Having joined the school at the same time we were often put together as well when doing stuff like this, and this was no exception. When all the classes had left, there were only us teachers left - Thirty overall, not counting the six form-tutors or Headmaster. Thirty seven if you did. 'Right' started Mr Biggins, one of the senior staff, addressing the rest of us. 'You know the drill, two of you patrolling the student campsite for an hour, when you come back send off the next two, you might have to wake them up though. Remember, four students to every tent, no boys in girl's tents, no girls in boy's tents, yadda yadda. If anything goes wrong you have mine and Headmaster Micheal's phone numbers' We all nod. 'Miss Crossgrove and Miss Rose are on first (he nods toward us as he says this), and of course myself and Mrs Johnson are next.' With that the teachers, not including myself and Sarah, all head to the teacher's campground. Sarah gives me a look of excitement 'I used to love camping with the school!' she tells me. 'We'd all stay up all night telling scary stories! First one to fall asleep always had their hands put into warm water as well, that was funny!' 'I heard that doesn't actually work' I tell her 'Sometimes it did....It worked on me' She giggles as she tells me 'Does it work on you?' she asks me 'I don't know' I tell her. 'No one's ever tried it'. Sarah gets a mischievous look in her eyes. 'Don't you even joke about it!' I laugh. We both stand up and head over to the student camp ground. The school had rented 45 tents, but we only needed 30 - half the students didn't want to come or couldn't come. Still, it makes our jobs easier. Me and Sarah both decide to circle the field in opposite directions. She heads clockwise, I head counter clockwise. It's about 7pm, and fairly bright out, though the sun is beginning to set, making the sky a beautiful red. The grass is nice and dry - I hardly need to be wearing my wellington boots. They look silly. Picture this - Grey pinafore dress, white shirt, grey pantyhose....and green wellies. Still, headmaster insists we wear these boots while walking around. 'Liking the boots Miss Rose!' Told you I looked silly. The voice belongs to Jamie, one of the boys in my history class 'Nice aren't they!' I joke back. 'They really match the dress don't they' 'Why not take them both off in our tent' - he points finger guns at me, so I know he's joking 'Now now Jamie, you can't say that sort of thing to a teacher' I tell him, though I can't help but feel a little flattered. 'It's what we call harassment in the workplace' 'Alright, fair enough' he says, feigning disappointment. We'll have to make do with Micky here!' he jokes, prodding Micky 'Hey!' Micky shouts I chuckle to myself as I continue walking around, looking around for anything that shouldn't be going on. Sarah is taking some girls out of a boys tent on the other side of the field - the usual suspects. There's always a few. Glad it's Sarah putting up with them and not me. I take a quick glance at my watch - 7:07. 53 minutes left. 53 minutes and I already need to pee....typical. Ten minutes of walking up and down and nothing has happened of any interest. Most of the students are just sat around talking in their tents, getting around the no boys and girls in the same tent rule by sitting outside. Us teachers don't need to send them in to their tents until 9pm - me and Sarah are really just here to make sure no fights start. Still, by now I really do need a wee - Last time I'd been was when we'd got off the coach, quite a while ago. I'd drank around three bottles of water since then By 7:30 nothing much has changed. There are groups of students sat around talking, Sarah's confiscated at least 3 hip flasks, two of whiskey and one of vodka. I'm sure there's more of them but most of the kids are hiding them pretty well. I lean against the stone wall that circles the camp site and look around. The sky is a deep red as the sun sets - it would be perfect for a romantic evening. Instead though, I'm walking around a field looking like a wally. At least a few of the students are making the most of it - across the field are a couple of students kissing where they don't think we can see them. I'd best stop them before they get carried away As I'm heading over to the kissing students I hear a quick rustling in the hedge, followed by something solid hitting the floor. Stopping, I squat down and take a look Nothing. I pat around under the hedge to see if there's anything there. Nope. Standing back up, I look over to the kissing couple - they're headed back to their tents now. I watch to make sure they go to separate tents before carrying on my patrol and trying to ignore my bladder. 7:45 now, and the red sky has turned a darker purple as the sun sets more. By now my bladder is starting to distract me from my patrol. M-maybe I could find a little secluded spot... I really shouldn't, but I'm about to burst! I begin walking over to a small group of trees at the far end of the field. All the tents are on one side - the left side - and this cluster of trees is on the other. I'm sure that if anyone asks what I'm doing there I can pass it off as making sure there's no one there... It takes me ten minutes to reach the tree, and it's dark now. I flick on the flash light and cast it about the tree cluster. The trees are in a square shape, with hedges making 3 sides, and the fourth side is the way in. There are 3 benches, one against each hedge, and on one side there's a Jamie, pissing into a bush 'Jamie!' 'YEE!' He yelps, flicking piss around. I can't help but laugh at this, which Jamie doesn't appreciate too much 'Come on Miss!' he says. 'You nearly gave me a heart attack!' he says as he finishes. I chuckle again. 'What are you doing up here anyway?' he asks 'Looking for boys like you' I say. He takes this the wrong way and casts me a look of what he must assume is something sexy. 'Looks like you've found me, what now?' I decide to play on this. 'And now....' I say, slowly stepping toward him. 'Now...(I can see his trousers begin to bulge)...now Jamie.....I have to.....(I can see his eyes lit up)....I have to tell you to go back to your tent.' His face switches to disappointment immediately 'Oh come on Miss, you got me all excited!' he says, pointing down. He's completely erect and very disappointed. 'Come on Jamie, this kind of thing doesn't actually ever happen, it's just romantic fantasies' I tell him. 'And anyway, it's the kind of thing that could get you expelled it you say it to the wrong teacher' He sighs and looks at me. I try to hide how much I have to pee. Not too well though, as Jamie points out 'You gotta pee too?' He asks 'I, uh, no!'. He raises an eyebrow. 'Okay, maybe...But I wouldn't pee here, I'd use the toilet.' I am a shameless liar. 'Tell you what' he says. 'You pee here, I'll keep watch' Being as desperate as I am, I can't help but consider it, which Jamie notices - I can tell because his eyes light up again. 'No Jamie' I say to him. 'I'm not going to risk arrest just to pee in a bush' 'Up to you if you want to wet yourself' he says. 'Better escort me back then' 'I - uh, yeah'. Damn. I was going to pee when he left. He knows what he's just done When we get back to Jamie's tent it's 8:05, and Mr Biggins and Mrs Johnson are on scene. Sarah's already left. Letting Mr Biggins know I'm heading back to teacher's camp, I begin my journey. The teachers camp is much smaller than the student, but our tents are bigger. Though we have enough for 2 people in a tent rather than four, and of course me and Sarah are sharing. I walk into our tent, trying not to hobble, and kick of my boots. Sarah's lying on her camping mattress, reading a book in the light of a small electric lamp. 'Heya Cathy' She says to me, cheerily. 'What took you so long?' 'Caught Jamie peeing in a bush, had to bring him back' 'Say, did you see anyone wandering about outside the field?' she asks me, reminding me of the noise I heard earlier. 'I heard something move in a bush' I tell her. 'Not sure what it was' 'Mr Blenkinsop told me someone's wandering around and I'm a little spooked!' She says 'Oh don't listen to him' I tell her - Blenkinsop's always telling these crazy stories. 'But what you heard in the bush-' she says. She leans in to whisper to me. 'Some one's about...' I put on some trainers - still doesn't match my dress, but it'll do. 'Hey, Sarah, do you need the loo?' I ask her 'No, why?' 'You've got me spooked now' I tell her, 'and I don't want to go alone...' 'Oh you little girl!' she laughs. 'Come on, the others have a campfire going and some drinks, we'll sit with them for a bit then we can go to the loo' I agree to this, and we get up and go. Me and Sarah sit on the bench around the fire. I squeeze my thighs together to hold my bladder shut. Mr Geoffrey's hands us both a beer from a cooler. 'Not for teachers who haven't done their patrol yet' he tells Miss Smith, who's sat next to him. She chuckles. I ignore my bladder's protests and begin drinking, as does Sarah. We sit and talk for a good long while. There's enough firewood to keep the fire going until 10, and Miss Smith's bought some marshmallows. We all take it in turns impaling a marshmallow on a twig - probably not too clean but whatever - before roasting them over the fire. Sarah brings hers back perfectly toasted. Mine falls off into the fire. Miss Smith hands out some more By 10 the fire's died down, and my bladder is no longer something I can ignore. But then Sarah brings up telling horror stories, and Mr Blenkinsop is first. He tells us all the story of the bloke wandering about the fields....Being an English teacher, he's great at telling the story of a man wandering around. As silly as it is, the idea sticks in my head. By 10:30 however stories are over and most of us have gone to bed. Me and Sarah get up and head over to our tent 'Still need the toilet?' Sarah asks me 'Yeah' I tell her, 'do you?' 'Yeah!' she says, grabbing her crotch and bobbing up and down. But I don't want to walk over to the toilet now! It's so dark...and what if there is some guy walking around....' 'Don't you do this Sarah!' I say to her. 'I'm not going without you, so don't make me stay in the tent!' She gives me a sorry looking smirk, then slides in the tent. Bugger. I look over to the path to the toilet. It's a good five minute walk through some woods. No light, no fence, and no-one to go with. I really have to pee! But I'm not going alone. I get into the tent. Sarah has taken of her skirt and is undoing her blouse. This is the first time I've seen her undress - I never knew her freckles went down to her breasts. Mine don't. She looks at me. 'Sorry' she says. 'Too scary, too dark'. As frustrated as I am, I can't help but agree. I pull of my trainers. Bringing my legs up to my chest puts a lot of pressure on my already aching bladder, but I try to ignore it. If I deny the problem, it will go away, right? Shoes off, I pull down my tights. I catch Sarah taking a glance as I pull one leg over and off of my foot. 'Like what you see?' I smirk. She blushes 'First time I've really seen you undress...' she continues blushing. 'Kinda weird seeing how long we've been around each other' 'I was just thinking that' I say, tights off and now undoing my dress. Pulling it over my head, I notice she looks a little funny. 'You alright?' I ask her 'I was thinking' She says. 'Are you going to keep your underwear on under your pyjamas?' I look at her funny. 'I-I-I mean, if you will, I will, just want to make sure we're on the same page here' 'Nah, I'm taking mine off' I tell her. We're both sat in the tent in our underwear at this point. She still looks a little funny. 'I'll keep 'em on if you want' 'No no, it's fine' she says. I unhook my bra and let it fall of. She does the same. She blushes as she does. Some people are just a little nervous I suppose. I've known her this long that it doesn't bother me, but to each their own. I stand up, hunched over and pull my white panties down. Taking them off my feet. I sit on my heels, naked in front of her. 'No need to be embarrassed' I say to her, because she clearly is. 'Nothing you have that I don't' She smiles, a little comforted. I watch, still sat as she takes off her panties. She's got a small tuft of well kept red hair hidden under her panties, very much like the hair on her head. She looks at me, and I look at her. 'Now we've seen everything, right?' I joke. She smiles and nods. 'Nothing to be nervous of anymore'. I grab my pyjama trousers and pull them up. Mine are a red tartan sort of pattern, warm but a little thread bare with age - I've had these since we were at uni. She puts on her bottoms, a pair of light grey jogging bottoms. We both have similar looking white tee-shirts to complete our pyjamas. 'Look, I really gotta pee' I say to her, standing up 'Your funeral' she says, climbing into her sleeping bag. I open the tent flap and look out. My bladder says yes but my fear says no. The cold wind also says no. The movement in the bushes screams no. I yelp and slip back in the tent. Not worth it I decide. I slip into my sleeping bag and hope I can ignore my bladder. Lying down, Sarah switches off the lamp. Everything goes quiet, save the wind outside. I lay in the bed, wriggling. Can't sleep. Need to pee. About an hour since the lights went out. In the darkness I can make out Sarah sleeping soundly. I can't sleep though. My bladder feels like fire. I slide my thighs over themselves trying to mask the feeling. I'm surprised my wiggling hasn't woke up Sarah. I clasp at my crotch and sway side to side on my back. I pull my knees up and drop them down again. I CAN'T HOLD IT. I sit up, still wriggling my legs. The pressure of being sat up all but forces me to pee right there, but I hold it in. My bladder feels solid. I try lift myself up, but increasing the pressure on my bladder physically hurts. I lie back down and turn onto my chest. I push myself up again - more pressure on my bladder. Oh, gee it hurts so bad. I can't get up. If I try, I will wet myself. I lie back on my back. I rub my feet together. I press my knees together. I grab my crotch as hard as I can. Through my belly I can feel my bladder is rock hard. Pressure builds lower down, at the base of my bladder. I can every new millilitre that gets added to my bladder. I can feel it become tighter and tighter, while I rock from side to side in my bed. I wish I'd gone when I had the chance. Even if that meant Jamie watching me. Even if it meant a strange man watching me. Honestly I'd give anything to pee! Rocking from side to side starts to hurt. Moving my legs starts to hurt. Even wriggling my feet and toes is an effort. I check my watch. Midnight, dead on. Just 8 hours to go, I can make it. NO I CAN'T. It hurts so bad!!! It feels like it's going to- Hnnn! My body just tensed. I didn't do that on purpose - it just happened. I hope I do- Hnnn! Again! Oh god, it's happening. It's happening. Keep quiet, don't wake up Sar- Hmm! Oh god, here it comes, here it comes, here it- Phsshh! Haah, haah, I peed a little! I felt it, I heard it. I can feel it on my thighs - it's running down my ass! Oh god that feels funny! It's pooling down on my back. Still it's just a little. I feel a little better. I can hold on longer now. No need to worry. That's the worst of it I'm sure. Probably won't pee again, right? I h-hope so. Come on, go to sleep now, you can make it until 8. I rock from side to side. My knees rub against each other furiously. My toes clench and stretch in sequence. I bash my feet together under the sleeping bag. That's all, right? No more of that... Okay, maybe there'll be more. My bladder feels solid again. Already. Brace for round two! I stretch my legs, feet and toes, all out straight. I pull on every muscle in my body. I can feel it again! My b-bladder, it's going to squee- Hng~ I manage to keep quiet, but only just. I don't know if I can do it again - let's find out... Hnn! Nope, couldn't do it....oh god, here it comes, here it comes here it Hnn! Another spurt, powerful against my legs, though this one doesn't completely end, and I can feel a trickle continue to fall out, down my cheeks and pool around the base of my spine. The warmth, the slight relief, so enticing. No time to think though! here we go again....Here it com- Haaah! Another spurt, and I stop holding back. The wave hits me and a jet of pee shoots out of me. And I don't try to stop it. The spurt quickly ends, but without me trying to hold it back a stream soon follows. I close my eyes and let it happen. The silence of the tent is replaced with a surprisingly loud trickle, as a stream of pee falls out of my lips and pools at my ass. My breaths are shallow as the heat envelops me, the sleeping bag trapping the steam which flows toward my head, filling my breaths with the warmth and odour of the contents of my bladder. My hands are trembling, and so is my breath. I stretch my toes out again as I embrace the relief I'm feeling. I'm too enraptured to move. My arms are limp by my side, my feet fall still, and my bladder gently squeezes a stream out and onto my inner thighs. The puddle beneath me now has spread up to half way up my back and halfway to my knees. I'm sure it's seeping out of my sleeping bag at the sides. The trickle is louder with each second as my stream becomes slowly more steadfast, landing onto more pee rather than dry cloth. With the initial loss of control having now left, I let the feeling of relief sweep over me, feet first. My toes warm up, then my feet, then shins, then thighs, then heat shivers up my spine until it reaches my head and I can't hold back a grin. 'hmmm....' I moan gently, without even meaning to. My body is doing it's own thing. My sleeping bag makes a valiant effort to hold in what it can, but I can see it seeping out in my peripheral vision as my head falls to one side, facing Sarah, and I'm still grinning inanely. Sarah seems to grin back - I wonder if she feels what I'm feeling too.... I can't hold back a slight giggle as the last of my pee begins it's decent. The trickling sound begins to diminish, but the heat I'm enveloped in does not. The puddle reaches my calves and my shoulders, I can feel it surrounding my limp hands. Sarah sits up and looks at me, I bet she's jealous! Hell, I'd be jealous. The raw relief, the heat that surrounds my entire body. The comfortable feeling of hot liquid against my skin. My eyes are half closed - too much effort to hold them open. I'm sure Sarah doesn't even notice I'm awake. She probably thinks I wet the bed! Ha, what a thought. She probably thinks I wet the bed in my sleep. Not done that since uni! No no, this was while I was awake. I got to feel all of it. Ha, Sarah wants to feel it too! She's putting her hand in the puddle around my sleeping bag. She'd love to feel this good! She brings her damp hand to her face and smells it. It smells like relief, let me tell you. Sarah can only watch me as I finish peeing Hold on. Finish peeing? Oh god. I open my eyes fully. Sarah looks at me. I can barely make out her face in this light - or lack of it - but she appears to blush. I don't know what she has to blush about, she hasn't just wet the bed! I should be blushing. I am blushing! My face feels like fire! 's-sarah?' I say. It takes some effort to even speak, I feel drained, in both energy and bladder. 'yy-yeah?' She responds 'I wet the bed' I tell her. 'uhh, yeah, I can see.' Embarrassed as I am, I can't help but grin. 'It felt sooo good!' I tell her. I don't know why. I mean it's true and all but... Sarah chuckles. 'I bet it did' she whispers to me. I sit up I can feel a small cascade of warm pee fall down my back and around my backside. It too begins to seep out my sleeping bag. Reality slowly comes back to me, and I begin to question things. Such as why Sarah touched what she knew was my pee... 'Why did you do that?' I ask. She blushes - I can see it even in this light. Do I......is she attracted to me?.... No, she would have said something by now 'That was really hot.....' she tells me. She leans toward me. I can feel the heat from her face - she must be bright red. 'Well yeah, I just pee'd, of course it would be warm' 'That's not what I mean...' 'So what do you mea-' I'm cut off by the hot press of her face onto mine. She kisses me suddenly, her body following her and pushing me back down onto my back. She's sat atop me, hands on my shoulders. She pulls her face back and stares at me. Her eyes show a mixture of emotions. Fear. Anxiety. Lust. Love. Excitement. Such a powerful mix. I don't have long to look though, before she presses her face back into mine. Her lips and cheeks are soft and warm, and I can feel her eyelashes flicker on my face. She holds my hands in hers, fingers interlocked with mine. I can feel them shaking. She straddles me, and the sleeping bag squishes loudly as more pee is pressed out of it. She pulls her head back again. She looks at me once more. I don't know what to do or say - and she can tell. She lets go of me and swings off so she's sat next to me, half in my puddle. 'I-i--i-i-' She stutters. She can't think of what to say. Neither can I. 'I re-really need to, uh, pee.' Funny way of showing it. 'W-will you, uh..will you take me to the toilet?' I nod silently. I unzip my sleeping bag, and Sarah flicks the lamp in. In the dull yellow glow I can at last see the extend of my accident. The pink lining of the sleeping bag now hosts a dark purple splotch with uneven lines, head to toe. Two protrusions in the blotch show where my calves where, the puddle going as far as my ankles along my skin. The pee has mostly seeped into the bag now though, so no puddle remains. The tent floor is cotton, and another puddle surrounds me in that. The back of my white shirt is translucent and dyed a faint yellow, all over my back. I climb to my feet, which glisten in the electric light. Sarah picks up the lamp and leads me outside. The summer night is still warm, even though it's pitch black. My bare feet hit the dry grass which crumples under it. I relax my bladder again and let a small stream trickle out. More than I expected, the stream lasts a good 3 seconds and pools at my feet. 'Just finishing my accident' I tell Sarah, who blushes and grins. She takes two or so steps forward, then turns to me 'I can't hold it' she says. 'I'm going to wet myself' she tells me. Before I can respond she starts to wet herself. She breathes in and sighs as hot pee trickles down her legs and around her feet. Her face, a few shades redder than normal, is stone still. She watches me intently as she pees, the sound of it trickling into the grass surrounding us. She looks very deliberate as she stands there, feet apart, puddle in between them. We both stand there in the warm heat of the night in silence - the only sound being the splashing of her pee into her puddle. She wriggles her toes as she pees, splashing quietly. It takes a good twenty seconds until she stops and sighs again. 'Thanks for taking me' she says. She holds her lamp in one hand, and takes mine in the other. 'Let's go back to bed' she says. She leads me back into the tent and climbs into her sleeping bag, wet pants and all. I look at my sleeping bag. The pee has cooled by now, and is cold to touch. Sitting down in it and letting it touch my skin I can't help but wince. 'Here' Sarah whispers, gesturing to her own sleeping bag. 'There's room' Sarah's sleeping bag is surprisingly spacious, and we both fit in, though it's a tight fit. I can feel the heat of Sarah's skin against all of mine. We're face to face, our breasts pressing against each other. Our legs intertwined. Usually this would be really uncomfortable, but by now I'm so tired I don't care. Forehead to forehead with Sarah, I drift of immediately, as Sarah hugs me tightly. We can talk about this whole thing in the morning...
  8. Synopsis: A girl with an occasional bedwetting problem is introduced to watersports/omorashi and diapers by her DL boyfriend. This sparks an odyssey of self-discovery; her latent submissive-little side comes to the surface in an attempt to renew an unfulfilling childhood. He becomes her daddy dom, helping her every step of the way to a better life. Hello omo.orgians! Normally I am not a writer, but this has been kicking around my head for far too long. I had to write it down, and I thought I’d share it with you all. I don’t think I have it in me to write a proper coherent novel, so it’ll be more a series of oneshots loosely bound together by a timeline, based on scenarios that come to me that are cute and/or hot. Also note that this is my first piece of any kind that wasn’t an assignment, so please be kind! Feedback is appreciated. Without further ado... Discoveries Chapter 1 After wandering aimlessly through life for years, you think you've finally found your soulmate. Sarah is a demure, mousy girl, a little on the short side, not particularly curvaceous but very cute and sweet. She has wavy shoulder length dirty blond hair and expressive hazel eyes, but what drew you to her most was her melodious voice, like little bells tinkling. She has a bit of a sassy side, but you don’t think she would be complete without it. You met her at a gaming convention; you hit it off right away, your interests and opinions seeming to mesh perfectly. Afterwards, it started off slow. A morning stop at the coffee shop here, a gaming session there. But soon you enjoyed each others’ company so much that you couldn’t stand to be apart too long, and more often than not one of you was coming over to visit, learning everything you could about each other. You don’t know exactly you fell in love, but you certainly are now. A couple short months later and you’ve taken the big step of sleeping together at your place, although she seemed oddly conflicted about the idea... You haven’t done anything...untoward yet. You are both in your mid-late 20s and are virgins after all, neither of you feel ready to take it to the next level. Regardless, everything was looking up for you and Sarah, except for one problem: you haven’t worked up the courage to tell her you’re a diaper lover. You would like nothing more than to tell her, but you don’t want to ruin this burgeoning relationship. You enjoy every day with her, but there’s an ever-present tinge of despair that you’ll never be able to share this side of you with her. All this would change, however, that fateful night you awoke to a cold, wet sensation in your bed. Your sleep-addled brain struggles to come up with an explanation, ranging from a leaky roof to simply cold sweat from a bad dream, but a little feeling around and you find it’s coming from Sarah. You realize what has happened and are unsure what to do. You look at the clock. 4:05 AM. You don’t really want to, but you move to wake her up. It won’t do to lie around in a pissy bed all night. “Hey. Hey, Sarah. Wake up.” You gently rub her arm. Her eyes crack open. She smiles from the pleasant way of being woken up. “Mm?” “Sarah, the bed is wet. Did you...umm...” You trail off, not wanting to embarrass her further by saying the words. She stares at you blankly. Suddenly, her eyes widen. She flings the covers off and looks down to see what she’s done, swings her legs off the bed, and promptly makes to get up. You put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. “Woah, woah, hold on a second, let’s talk about this!” She resists for a moment, then sits back down and half-turns to you. Your heart breaks a little. Sarah is on the verge of tears and can’t bear to look you in the eye. She is muttering something to herself, and you strain to hear. You pick out phrases like “knew this would,” “never going to,” “so stupid...” You can’t stand her putting herself down like this. You sit up and put your other hand on her other shoulder. You turn her to face you fully and say “Look at me. Please.” She drags her head up, looking through you with watery eyes. “Sarah, I don’t know what this is about, but this doesn’t change anything between us, alright? I still love you. I love you so much. We’ll get past this, it’s not the end of the world.” She looks at you in disbelief as if you’ve grown another head. But your words sink in, and she slowly wraps her arms around you and buries her head in your chest, quietly hiccuping and sobbing. You wait patiently for her to compose herself. “I’ve been waiting so long for someone to say that to me...” She finally says. “Do you want to talk about it? She nods. “I’ve always had this...problem. Almost every night I can wake up and go to the toilet, but sometimes I don’t wake up.” “Oh, honey, that’s such a hard thing to live with. You should have told me instead of stressing yourself out like that.” You absently start playing with her hair. It seems to be having an effect. “I know sweetie, but I was so scared of how you’d react. I thought what we had would end because of this. I didn’t want that to happen to me again.” She makes a face like she’s tasted something bitter, and looks like she’s about to start up crying again. “Are you saying you’ve had a break up because of your issue?” She nods and hugs you tighter. “Sarah. I’m here for you. I would never do that to you.” She looks up and you lock eyes, then she gently touches her forehead to yours. You stay like this for a while, but then the reality of the incident hits you. Your pee soaked sheets are clammy and starting to itch, and no doubt she’s feeling the same. “Hun. How about you go to the bathroom to change, and I’ll take care of the bed, okay?” “I’d like that. Thank you so much for accepting this part of me.” She gets up, fingers trailing across your chest as she walks across to get her overnight bag, and leaves the room. Alone with your thoughts, you get up and gaze at the wet bed. You clutch your head and run your hands through your hair. This is unreal, you think. Have the stars aligned to have this girl fall into your lap? You have just the solution for her, but do you have the courage to explain to her why you have it? Your manhood twitches at the thought of her diapered, and you quickly busy yourself with removing the soiled bedding to distract yourself. You’re unfolding the new sheets when Sarah comes back in, wearing fresh pajamas and looking visibly less shaken. Wordlessly, she begins helping you make the bed. You lapse into a companionable silence. With the bed now made, you both get in and resume your cuddling. “Good night hun. We can talk about this more later.” “Mhmm. Good night sweets.” You can hear the smile in her voice. As you drift off, your thoughts turn what tomorrow will bring. Chapter 2 A week passes. Contrary to your suggestion, you don’t speak of this again. At first there is an uneasy tension between you, but as time wears on it fades into the background and things are almost normal. However, now that you’re looking out for it, you notice she gets up in the middle of the night for a trip to the bathroom, sometimes quite urgently. You can’t help but feel bad for the poor girl, but you just can’t psyche yourself up enough to tell her about your thick, fluffy salvation. You wake to a flurry of movement next to you. Amid Sarah’s swearing and her attempts to disentangle herself from the sheets, you can hear a hissing, pattering sound. She manages to stumble out of bed, holding herself and hunched over. Though the twilight, you can see her take two steps before freezing in place. She whimpers, then lets out a long, breathy sigh as her stream turns into a torrent. Her arms fall to her sides and her legs spread slightly as her pee sprays through her thin pajama bottoms as if they weren’t there, splashing onto the laminate floor. She stands there peeing with her eyes closed for what seems like forever, until she shudders and her stream dies down. She looks down at her puddle and lightly pulls at the soaked clothing clinging to her legs. You realize you’ve been staring slack-jawed at this whole spectacle, and are incredibly turned on. You’re rock hard, and this is clearly evident from the thrown-off covers. She looks at you, more resigned than upset, then she follows your gaze down to your throbbing member. Oh dear. Nobody moves for a few moments. Then, the most unexpected thing happens. Sarah starts giggling. She covers her mouth as she lets loose a delightful little titter as she points at the little tent in your underwear. Her laugh is infectious, and soon you’re laughing along with her. At you, at her, at the whole situation. Once the headiness wears off, she walks back over to you, but doesn’t sit due to her wet pants. “So, do you care to explain...” she vaguely gesticulates at your hard on, “...that?” She doesn’t look upset, just amused and slightly puzzled. You sit up, an odd calm coming over you. You knew this was coming eventually. There’s no way to sugar coat it now, so you might as well be blunt about it. “Well, Sarah...I’m turned on by needing to pee, and watching it in others too.” She cocks her head slightly. “That’s...a thing?” You swear, she’s too innocent for her own good sometimes. “Yeah. And hon, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” “Really? I don’t really like wetting myself because my problem has made it feel negative, but if it makes you so happy...I can try.” You have the biggest grin on your face, and feel like the luckiest man in the world. She must sense this in you, because she stoops down and gives you a big hug. You return the hug earnestly. “Thank you,. That’s all I can ask for. Admit it, though. You looked like you really enjoyed the relief.” She pulls back, blushing. “H-hey! That’s...not entirely untrue.” You roll your eyes and pull her back to you, laughing. Emboldened by her response, you figure now’s a good a time as any. “There’s something else,” you say. “Hmm?” “I’m also into...uhm...diapers.” “Diapers?” “Yeah.” “...Oh.” You feel your good mood dissipate at her reaction, and instantly regret your actions. Have you gone too far? You look to her, and instead of finding the weirded-out, disgusted look you expected, her face has gone blank, a thousand yard stare at nothing in particular. You hug her a little tighter. “Hey. Hey, are you alright?” She refocuses on you and notices she’s worrying you. “Oh, sweetie...” She pecks you on the cheek, and releases you. “I had nightime diapers a little longer than most, obviously, but my parents made me stop using them, even though I couldn’t help it. I really wish they hadn’t, it’s better than waking up in a soaked bed...” “You’re in for a treat then!” You say before she can get in a funk again. You get up and retrieve your bag of Molicares from your hiding place in your wall closet, pulling one out as you do. You emerge from the closet and hand it to her. “Wooow.” She breathes, “Look at that...” She runs her hand over it and gives it a squeeze. “Would you want to wear this to bed next time you’re over?” “YES! That would be great!” Your heart warms at her eagerness. She finally has hope about controlling her condition after so long. But once more, your mind turns to the chore of cleanup. “That would be great, but for now we have laundry to do.” “Oh, right...” She looks sheepish. You go about your business of changing clothes and sheets, and you mop up her puddle despite her insisting that she clean up her own mess. Afterwards, you look at the clock. It’s only an hour before when you normally get up, and neither of you feel like sleeping after what just transpired, so you cuddle a little more before starting your day, both with a little spring in your step. --- More to come EventuallyTM! Thanks for reading!
  9. View File wetting the bed at friend's house 2 I see you like this, so, I post them all... Hope it were OK Submitter Canela Submitted 03/28/2015 Category Pajama Wetting  
  10. View File wetting the bed at friend's house 3 The serie is from HUNT-874, there aren't sex scenes in my cut, but at the end there is a short glimpse of nudism Submitter Canela Submitted 03/28/2015 Category Pajama Wetting  
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    I didnt think i could post these right from my computer, and i forgot i had them saved. so I have one video of me wetting a pair of orange boyshorts, and the second is of my lightly splashing in the puddle. Me and a friend did this together over an rp, i just recorded mine lol i hope you enjoy, this is great quality ^__^

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  13. Orange Wetting View File I didnt think i could post these right from my computer, and i forgot i had them saved. so I have one video of me wetting a pair of orange boyshorts, and the second is of my lightly splashing in the puddle. Me and a friend did this together over an rp, i just recorded mine lol i hope you enjoy, this is great quality ^__^ Submitter RavenEevee Submitted 12/09/2015 Category Panty Wetting  
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  15. I was wondering if anyone had seen the full version of this video. I felt like I have but I can't find it anywhere and it's got all sorts of awesome stuff in it: http://e6ma.com/movie/364754
  16. I haven't wet my bed since I was a teenager maybe around 12-13. I wet the bed quite a bit as a child as well. I woke up this morning to find I wet the bed. It wasn't a full blown wetting but enough to know what I had done. I'm kind of conflicted right now, I've tried to bedwet before while diapered with no luck, just waking up really needing to go and last night I have my first in a long time. I think it was a combination of being exhausted from that day and drinking some water before I went to bed. Even though I pee before going to bed because I don't want to get up, I guess last night wasn't enough. I can vaguely remember a short pee dream where I used a toilet and I think that's how it happened.
  17. This is an excerpt from one of my fanfictions, Gooey Ashes. Fandom is Hetalia. It's a zombie apocalypse thing, and the zombies are only active at night. Feliciano/Lovino has DID, and Ludwig is super polite and doesn't know how best to be polite about it. Since this part contains omorashi and subsequent wetting the 'bed' (it's a pile of clothes they're all sleeping on), I figured you guys would appreciate reading it. As a warning, the full story isn't focused on omo, so I tried to keep this part 'soft' on the kink side. (actually, there's a few points in the story where characters complain about needing the bathroom, but this was a part that focused on it the most). It must have been hours he lied there, staring up at the ceiling through the inky darkness. On his right side, he assumed that was Lovino/Feliciano, hands still tangled together. Antonio would be on the other side of that, no doubt still cuddling the Italian close. He felt the Italian’s hand pull away from his own, the body connected to it shifting. Reflexively, Ludwig tried to hold on tighter, to return the hand to his grip. Noise, the Italian moving around on the pile of clothes, price tags crushed underneath. Too much noise for Ludwig’s liking. It didn’t seem to bother the other two, but the creatures outside might have have more sensitive ears. But he bit his tongue. He had no idea what to call the Italian. Lovino? Feliciano? Or did he go with the awkward address of calling him/them Vargas? Taking a gamble, Ludwig whispered, “Lovino?” He rolled away from his brother, Gilbert too deep in sleep to notice the sudden absence of warmth beside him. “We have to be quiet.” There was no correction on the name, so that risk paid off. “Shut up.” Although it was quiet, it was still snapped at him, and he almost flinched at the sharpness. Lovino huffed immediately after, and Ludwig frowned. “Go back to sleep.” “I should be telling you that,” Ludwig stated, his voice muffled in the clothes. “I know,” Lovino sighed, annoyance clear in his whisper. He didn’t offer anything else, and Ludwig hesitated a moment before moving over. Clothes bunches under and shifted under him, and he kept slow, as long as it didn’t make much noise. Clumsily, he found Lovino, coming to lie next to him, feeling the Italian tense. They both stilled for a moment, Ludwig blushing up to his ears, until Lovino shivered, and curled up on himself. Fear got to everyone, Ludwig supposed. Even those who showed the world nothing but anger. Lovino wasn’t any different from any of the rest of them, in that regard. “As long as we stay quiet, we’ll be safe.” “Shut up,” Lovino insisted again, groaning. “Shut up, I just have to go.” Ludwig blinked in the darkness, wondering where in the world Lovino would need to go in the middle of the night. It would be a death sentence to even walk out of this room and go downstairs. The real meaning hit him soon enough. “Oh,” he said, rather lame and belated. He heard Lovino huff. “Fuckin’ bastard.” Hidden in the dark he would never get his eyes used to, Ludwig blushed deeper. “Hold it,” he mumbled in reply, settling down again now that he knew the cause behind the worry. “We can’t risk turning on a loight or making too much noise.” “I know that,” Lovino snapped, a little too loud. He seemed to pick up on that, and lowered his volume again. “No shit, what do you think I’m trying to do?” Ludwig shrugged at that. He belatedly realized Lovino couldn’t see him. “Go back to sleep,” he offered, at a loss. “You can go in the morning.” “I can’t.” “...can’t sleep?” Ludwig clarified. Lovino offered too little information and expected too much in return. “Can’t hold it. Can’t hold it if I fall asleep.” Lovino’s voice edged on panic, rushing out of his mouth. At least it he’d found out the reason for Lovino’s squirming? Ludwig was at a loss otherwise. “I don’t know how to help you,” he admitted. No response. “Just...go to sleep. Whatever happens, we’ll deal with it in the morning.” He didn’t hear anything else from Lovino for the rest of the night. Maybe exhaustion finally hit Ludwig. -------- The smell of ammonia woke them. Not a pleasant smell in the least, especially first thing in the morning, but none of them volunteered to do anything about it. They all stared at the stain in a tired, confused daze. Silence. Early morning. The lack of sound outside should have been a relief, but it felt like a reminder of the nightmares that had been there before it. It made their stares weigh all the harder Antonio cracked the silence first. “Does anyone know how to clean this up?” He glanced between them all, but no one raised their hand. Lovino had refused any comforting hugs, and just sat there, wiping away tears each time they sprouted up in his eyes. “I usually put them in the washing machine,” Lovino mumbled, voice raw. No power to run a washing machine now. In the mended silence that followed, they all assumed, from the lack of speaking up, that none of them knew how to wash clothes without electricity. Ludwig gave a long sigh. “We can...” He gestured vaguely at the wet spot. “...always throw the clothes out. There’s more clothes, since this is a clothes store.” Always more boxes stuffed with clothes in the corner. Antonio shrugged. Gilbert didn’t offer any protest. Lovino took that as his cue, collecting the soiled fabrics in a ball without delay, taking it away from the community pile. He disappeared behind a display shelf, likely for privacy to change. Gilbert broke the silence after that. “I.... Are we going to burn that?” he asked, talking about the soiled clothes. Ludwig wrinkled his nose at the idea. Burning urine? Yuech. “I mean, that’s got fresh human scent on it. It’ll bring the zombies straight here.” Ludwig shook his head. “Gilbert, he’s embarrassed enough. Don’t make this harder on him.” Gilbert reared back as if slapped, and hissed, “Did you forget he almost got us killed yesterday? That kid’s a psychopath, I could care less about his feelings.” “Gil-” Antonio reached over, putting a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, but it was slapped away. Gilbert had no desire to calm down. “You’re just a bleeding heart, aren’t you?” he growled at Antonio, voice already rising. “You might be trying to help the little guy here, but I’m trying to save all of us from being eaten!” Both Antonio and Ludwig started to protest, alarmed, but froze at a knock at the door. In their heated discussion, they’d missed hearing someone climb the steps. They glanced to each other for a moment before Ludwig called out, “Come in?” It ended in a questioning tone, his voice almost cracking. He might have just doomed them, his mind raced. One of the sick, tormented people had come inside during the night and tried to knock on their door, and now he’d just told them to come inside and infect all of them-- Click. The door cracked as it pushed open, and a cascade of platinum hair peeked in. “I brought bananas.” Ludwig vaguely felt his jaw drop, but did nothing about it. Natalya's wide eyes took in the bedhead, unkempt teens, and stepped inside. She closed the door, and stepped forward. She walked like her legs were handmade by a someone who made dolls instead of humans for a living, her steps mismatched and clumsy, making her way over in a delicate balancing act. Luydwig tensed as she appeared to go limp, collapsing into his arms, but it looked like he needn’t have worried. She looked up at his face, and repeated, “Bananas?” ---- Since this is an excerpt, I don't intend to update this thread. Just found myself signed in for once and decided to post this.
  18. Well I've finally found time to do it, I made a bedwetting video from the Vintage Goodnites I recently came across. For backstory, I was recently back at my parents place, and was rummaging through old boxes of my stuff (my old room is pretty intact), and I found an amazing treasure inside an old backpack. I had almost forgotten about this backpack, but I must have had it packed for a sleepover or a teenage me must have stashed some diapers in it for another reason. What was inside was a couple of pairs of panties, and an old T-shirt, and two pairs of Goodnites pullups, the all white ones from the late 90s! There were also some other pullups in there, but I'll tell you about those another time. I was so excited to find these because they are my ultimate favorite diaper of all times. These are the pullups I wore growing up and in which I first discovered my fetish and well they are the diaper to which I compare all other diapers. So as many of you will know, I've been making the odd custom video for people (and having a tonne of fun doing it), and also selling my panties and general wetting videos as well. Thank you to those in the community who have bought some of my stuff recently :) it makes me feel really good to know that people enjoy my stuff. Right, so I finally got around to making a sexy bedwetting video and wanted to share the preview and tease shots for you all here. If you are interested in a copy (with the full 30 picture photo set), please do email me (rachelkirwan@gmx.com), and check out my website for more cool sexy stuff: http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties/wetting-videos And finally, shots from the video! And the full preview! Enjoy! Rach
  19. If you you were, or knew, a teen bedwetter how did parents react? I wet 11 to 14. With a couple exceptions, these were real accidents. (Then was dry at night age 15 - 18 - my last multi-year dry period). My mother was horrified. No way would she just accept and let me wear diapers. I had a really embarrassing flood at a sleep over. How did you deal with sleep overs? Since I've read more, remembering doesn't bother me. But at the time I wanted to crawl into a cave and never come out. Thank you.
  20. I had this old 'union suit' that doesn't fit well, but is wonderful to wet; the way the pee flows easily to your back is invigorating! I highly recommend procuring one at the earliest convenience, especially if your Winter is cold! Happy Wetting Bed.mp4
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    No subs on this one, so if somebody wanted to translate, it would be really helpful, but a very nice video!

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    A collection of Bedwetting videos. These are pretty big files but great bedwettings. They are collected from a couple of other JAVs, but all cute. Some where the actor is sleeping in a bed, and others where they are in a chair and napping. Enjoy Rach

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    Clips I found, bought and converted.

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  24. View File Rachel's Holiday Gift 10: Hot Male Bedwetting! So finally something for those of us who love bedwetting and men! Classic bedwetting in white briefs! Enjoy! Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 12/29/2016 Category Underwear Wetting  
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    I know this topic is not an original idea but I still wanted to post it here! It will have a total of 31 chapters. This may seem rushed but it is better than you think. Before the story I need you people to suggest me some names to use for the story. 1)Main character who finds the notebook(Japanese) 2)1's mother(Japanese) 3)1's sister (Japanese) 4)1 and 3's deceased mother(Japanese) 5)Famous Singer(British/American) 6)Alias of detective(Any) 7)Japanese representative(Japanese) 8) 3's crush(Japanese) 9)News reporter with starting letter of 6(Any). Btw I hate these moderator approvals. It takes a lot of time!