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  1. Hey! Today, I kind of had a close call. Or well, I thought I did. To explain; I sometimes tend to feel the intense urge to pee even when I don't really feel like it's justified, usually in a car or in a classroom, but when I stand up, I notice I wasn't even that desperate to begin with. I'd say it's probably a psychological thing, maybe something like my bladder getting paranoid when I'm in a situation where I cannot use a restroom, or some crap like that. I thought I'd share what happened today, for those of you who would be interested in reading it. I had a.. meeting, we'll say, out of town, about 1 1/2 hour away from where I live. My dad was driving. We went there, all was well, and then we got in the car to go back. I had not eaten or drank anything all day and also slept very poorly, so dad offered me some bananas and an energy drink. Didn't really want the bananas, but I thought "oh well" and began drinking from the energy drink. When I did, I realized I should not drink too quickly, since I had only used the bathroom once and that was before I'd left my town. So I drank very slowly. But it just happens that my stomach is quite sensitive to energy drinks, and that might have had something to do with what happened as well. First, I started feeling a minor urge to pee, but I still kept drinking, thinking it wasn't a big deal. But it got worse... and worse. In the end, when were about half an hour away from home, I started to feel desperate. I wasn't really showing outwards signs of it, but it was uncomfortable. I felt like my bladder was really full. Another 15 minutes or so passed, and I was suspecting my bladder was playing tricks on me, since it has happened several times before, but I still felt a bit nervous. I had to concentrate, or I felt like I would have leaked a bit. When we finally got home, I exited the car, stood up and.. discovered that yes, my bladder had indeed been trolling me. I did need to pee, but not horribly much so. Which was why I was able to walk inside at a rather leisurely pace. I even cuddled my cat a bit and talked to mom before I finally went to pee. Out of curiosity, (something I've taken to doing sometimes lately) I counted the seconds as I peed, and it lasted only for about 25-30 seconds, so it wasn't a very long pee. I definitely would have been able to hold a lot more before I'd become desperate for real. But my bladder is a troll sometimes.. Or this time, maybe the energy drink itself was entirely to blame. Anyone else gets this feeling, by the way?
  2. Hello everyone! Omorashi.org will be faked. Have you ever tried what happened when put in the url omorashi.com? Please try it out. Everyone can sell this url, so please don't log in there without tor or sth like that. This might be with other similar address too. So be sure to search for omorashi.org!
  3. So, with this whole thing going on in the Wetting Experiences forum about fake experiences, I thought I could creatively exploit the situation by practicing first-person fictions, being put in "too good to be true" situations. STORY ONE: SUBWAY DESPERATION I didn't know what time it was, but it was kind of late. I had been out with my friends in New York, visiting over the summer. We had gone drinking at an upscale bar. I looked classy - the nicest black shirt I had matched with tight beige dress pants and white dress shoes. I drank a lot, but enough to keep me sober and awake. Soon afterwards, they were going out somewhere else as well. It was like 1 in the morning, and I was already getting tired. We arrived at 4 in the morning from the airport, and all we did was just check into our hotel room, and leave right afterwards. I hadn't slept in forever. I had to be the deadbeat in our group, and call it a night. They tried to persuade me, but it wasn't enough to keep me from dropping out, and heading to the hotel. Naturally, I didn't have enough money. I had a credit card, and that was all. I didn't think that a taxi would carry a credit card scanning thing, and if they did, I wouldn't feel too comfortable with that. You can never be too sure who is running a real business or not. I instead chose to use the subway. Safer, as far as I knew, and more reliable. The nearest subway station was about a few blocks down the road. As I was leaving the bar, I had started to feel a tingling feeling. I realized that I had to go to the bathroom. Nothing really urgent, it's just the tingling feeling that gets me. Anyways, I was more tired than anything, so I played it off. I could hold it until I got to the hotel. And I didn't want to bother taking that much time in a public restroom. And even if I wanted to, everything was either closed or busy. I had finished walking the four blocks to the subway station. The feeling in my bladder got a little worse, because I walked without any stop, having the luck of getting green lights on the crosswalks. I paid for a pass with my card, and got down to the platform to wait. Not a lot of people were there. Maybe a dozen or so, and most looked like professionals and business people heading home after a long night of work. Skip forward 15 minutes. The train wasn't there, and my need was starting to increase. I found myself crossing my legs subconsciously. I originally dismissed my need as something I could hold, and now it was starting to get uncomfortable. The coldness of the underground wasn't helping. I felt goosebumps in my back and arms. It was cold, and I was tired. I closed my eyes, just to help me relax a little. I woke up. I was startled by the sudden noise of the train coming. Once I came to my senses, I realized one thing right away. I needed the toilet, and really bad. I don't know how long I slept for, since my phone was dead. The alcohol and fatigue knocked me down really good. My bladder was screaming for relief, and I was not prepared for that. In the meanwhile, I stood up to catch the train. My bladder soon cramped up, and I doubled in pain, squeezing my hands in between my legs to fight back. I caught a few glances of people noticing me hold myself. My face turned red with the embarrassment of holding myself and having people notice me. I quickly sat down in the isolated end of the car in shame and desperation. My bladder was demanding relief, and I had mistakenly calculated that I hold it. I realized that I needed a bathroom, and fast. I don't know if the alcohol was messing with my perception of my bladder, since I felt the dizzying effects of alcohol ware off while my desperation increased. The train was speeding down the tunnel by then. I kept shifting my legs back and forth. I was about 3 stations away from the hotel, so the next stop would be a third of the way. I took a deep breathe in. The train started to slow down as it reached the station. However, it wasn't the station I had in mind. I went to see the map on the side of the door of the train. I carefully stood up, and paced my way to the map. My heart sank when I saw that I had gone the wrong way. Stupid, really fucking stupid! I was frustrated at the news. However, the good news was that the train going in the right direction was right there, on the other side of the platform. I had a bladder to hold, so I had to consider whether to sprint or not. If I didn't, then I would have to wait. I could not take the risk. I (at least) power walked to the next train, and got on. About as I was about to sit and slow down, my heart dropped again at the realization that I was leaking. I felt a small dribble go down my leg. I jolted to the nearest seat, and shoved my hands between my legs. It stopped the dribbling. At the very least, I was alone in the car. I waited for the train to start before I could inspect the damage, in fears of someone coming into the car. The train started speeding, and I sat up a little to check for wetness. There was a small patch of wetness that was dark and visible, due to my pants being beige. It wasn't bad, but noticeable. I took the liberty to hold myself while being alone. I whimpered and squirmed freely, and it did help out. I stopped to hold my posture once the train stopped at the original station. Nobody came in, and I continued. Next station (1/3rd of the way), nobody. Next station, nobody as well, I was on a streak. The next stop was my last. I felt myself go cold with emotional relief as the train stopped at the last stop. I got up slowly, and stepped out into the station. Thankfully, there was even an elevator there too, for disabled people. Nobody needed it, so I didn't feel bad using it to go up. The only thing that could go wrong was if it shut down while I was in here. That didn't happen, but something else did happen. I felt another dribble. I grabbed myself as tight as possible. I felt my eyes get teary. I was starting to wet myself. I have never felt this embarrassed before. I stepped out sheepishly, with the discomfort of the dampness in my underwear and parts of my leg. Only a couple of blocks more. I moaned, hoping to make it. Some people did notice again, but I couldn't help it. I tried my best to walk to the hotel. Then it happened. What started as a dribble turned into a full stream. I clenched my hands down to stop it, but my hands provided enough pressure for my pee to shoot in all directions. I removed my hands, now shaking with relief and shock. I stepped to the side of the sidewalk, letting a couple walk be me, glancing at me disgracing myself. I could hear the girl giggle from a distance away. I felt the pee run down the back and front of my pants, pooling into my shoes and the floor. It felt so good though. I have never felt this much relief. I took a broken breath in. It lasted forever. My bladder finally stopped. A few spurts came out, but that was it. I felt relief, and then the shame. I felt a few tears of humiliation go past my cheeks. I let a small sob out. I was out in a big city, with nobody but my friends, and I had just wet my pants. I retreated to a wall and begin to sob. I couldn't believe this. I thought I could hold it, but ended up peeing my pants. The wetness on beige clearly allowed the world to see my accident. The cold and clammy feeling of wet fabric only intensified my humiliation. I didn't know what to do. I had to get to my room, fast. I had to walk past strangers, with my wet pants clear on display for everyone to see, and for everyone to later laugh at about. I had to go through a walk of shame to the hotel, keeping my head down. I sheepishly entered the hotel. There wasn't a lot of people, but the few people there noticed the poor girl walking by, wearing her pee-soaked clothes. I made it to the elevator, and went to my floor. I had to shower and change myself. But no matter how much I would wash myself or change myself, the embarrassment was permanent. I made it to my room. I reached into my purse for the keys, desperate for clean clothes and a place away from people. Just then, the only thing that could make this night worse for me happened. The stupid, fucking, retarded key to the room. I forgot it. My friends have it. I never asked for the key. I could not get into the room. This was too much. I leaned my back into the door after trying to hopelessly open it without the key. I slid down to the floor, and began crying. My phone was dead, so I couldn't call for any of my friends. A clean pair of pants, a private space and a warm shower was just in my reach, but just like that, it was taken away. People passing by couldn't help but glance at me. The poor young woman who was crying, and who wet herself like someone of one third of her age. Of course, nobody wanted to intervene, with the distant smell of liquor coming from around her. To them, I was just a helpless drunk who was too washed up to get to a toilet on time. I had to stay outside my room, in wet pants, in disgrace, in view of anyone, until my friends came. I don't know when they would get here. I didn't have any more willpower to even ask for help downstairs in the front desk. My only hope was that maybe, just maybe my pants would dry up by the time they got here.
  4. Female

    A fake wetting I found a long time ago so long ago before I even know about this site was looking at some of my add favorites on YouTube and was like I'll post it for the fun of it! I guess it was someone's school project or something like that enjoy! P.S You like my new name it was "pantybedwetter" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrUvuZWk72U&list=FLCDq0W79zxsobunCjp1glmA
  5. Female

    A funny music video about not making it to the bathroom (Wizz In My Pants). Their making fun of the S.N.L skit (Jizz In My Pants) I believe. Fake wetting near the end at 2:19............or is it? lol