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  1. Okay guys, here's my thread :D I know that a lot of people want to see more bulges, myself included, so here's a thread for exactly that. I'll try and upload my own photos once or twice a week, in different outfits and the like :) Also, everyone is welcome, male, female, anyone :) (Even cats, Rini) Rules of this thread; Feel free to post your own bulges; the more the merrier! However, please refrain from uploading photos you've found on the internet. I'm trying to encourage participation from the members on the site, so yeah. Anyway, to start our ball rolling, here's a photo I took a few days ago. Please enjoy my thread! xo Kay
  2. [[Authors Note: Hello. Well, I’ve been seeing a lot of these interactive stories and participating in some of them, so I’ve decided to give it a try myself. I’ll see if there is any interest after my first post and, maybe if a few people seem to enjoy it, I’ll continue it. This story will mix combat and character based conversations, with the typical Omo.com twist of adding bladder meters to your party members. When in combat, one’s bladder (and perhaps something else if interest is shown in it) may give out, causing them to wet themselves in battle. The bladder meter will be active at all times, for both genders of character. In addition, with few exceptions, most characters can be romantically/sexually paired up. This story will be based on the Fire Emblem series of games, with original characters. Character classes and appearances will be based on Fire Emblem series, specifically FE: Awakening and FE: Fates. In addition, stats will be loosely based on games. The Strength stat concerns all physical based attacks. Magic concerns all magical attacks. Defense concerns one’s ability to absorb physical damage. Resistance concerns one’s ability to absorb magic attacks. To make combat more simple, the speed and skill stats will not be used. The Luck stat, however, will be used, and will dictate critical attacks and one’s ability to catch themselves if they are about to wet themselves in battles. All party members will have an unique stat, which will be unexplained, but may help them depending on certain situations. Health will not be visible for the fight and will rather be displayed as a status condition. In addition, combat will be considered ‘casual’ by Fire Emblem standards, as party members do not die in combat and are instead knocked out. With this being said, if interest is shown, we may begin]] Three figures sit around a small fire in a clearing in a forest. The sounds of the forest ring out around them. An owl howling in the distance. The wind blowing against the trees. The fire roaring softly. Our protagonist looks up at their two companions and sighs, tired from a long day with a clear twinge in their bladder. [Pick a Protagonist, a supporter, and a mentor from the list below. Each potential character will be marked as either a protagonist, supporter, combination of the two, or a mentor.} Morrigan (Protagonist/Supporter) [the student of magic] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young looking girl with purple hair in curls. Shorter than average height, Five foot two. Covers herself with the basic blue robes of a student of magic. With pale skin and a slim build, she has equally slim breasts and a small bladder. Very modest about where she relieves herself. Background: Naturally gifted in magic and naturally able to use dark magic, Morrigan was unaware of her powers until her 13th birthday, when her normal life with her parents in a small town changed forever when she fell into a mirror. After five years that she barely recalls, her powers have became stable and powerful as she awoke in a forest. If chosen as protagonist, the Coming Home quest will be activated. Class/Starting Stats: Mage, Level 10 Strength: 0 Magic: 7+2(Magic +2) Defense: 2 Resistance: 5 Luck: 5 Cuteness: 10 Skills: Shadowfaire: Allows this unit to use dark tomes, even if not a dark mage. Magic 2+: Gains a natural +2 to magic stat. Starting equipment: Flux: Dark Magic, 60% Accuracy, 5 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Wind: Wind magic, 90% Accuracy, 1 base damage, 0% natural crit chance Ace (Protagonist/Supporter) [the sharpshooter] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young man with short, brown hair. Five foot five in height, tan skin, and an athletic build. Wears the light chainmail coat with his family crest, a gold bow with a white arrow, on his arms. He has a medium sized bladder, reserved about where he relieves himself. Background: Ace was the son of a noble family who were known for the great archers who belonged to the line. As such, Ace was trained in archery from a young age. After joining the military, Ace and his squad were sent on a mission deep into enemy territory. Ace and his squad were separated, with the rest of his squad presumed dead. If selected as protagonist, the starting mission “Mission Report” will be activated. Class/Starting stats: Archer: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic: 1 Defense: 4 Resistance: 4 Luck:4 Focus: 10 Skills: Headshot: 30% additional chance to crit +20 Hit: Additional +20% to hit Starting Equipment: Iron Bow: A common bow: 70% Accuracy, 4 base damage, 0% natural crit chance. Vera (Protagonist)[the vengeful one] Age: 20 Physical description: A woman with half her face scarred, her long hair dyed a dark shade of pink covers the scarred half of her face. Her skin is deeply tanned, her build athletic, and her breasts firm B cups, she wears a white tank top and long black pants, which she doesn’t mind emptying her bladder into. She has a medium sized bladder, but isn’t reserved about where she empties it. Background: Vera was once a high school student in a foreign land, but after an encounter with a devious magic user, she ‘died’. However, she woke up in a forest, in an age which to her seemed distant, less advanced than what she was used to. If chosen as protagonist, the starting quest Revenga will be activated. Cannot be chosen as a supporter, as Vera follows no one. Class/Starting Stats: Samurai:: Level 10 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense: 5 Resistance: 2 Luck: 3 Angst: 10 Skills: Bloodlust: Boosts all stats temporarily by 1 after successfully felling an enemy. Vantage: 20% increased chance to dodge attacks of any type. Starting Equipment: Iron Katana: A standard katana: 80% accuracy, 4 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Rose (Protagonist/Supporter)[the loyal friend] Age: 21 Physical appearance: a young woman with long flaming red hair. With tan skin and B cup breasts covered by her suit of leather armor. She has a large bladder, but is somewhat reserved on where she releases it. Background: Vera’s best friend, after discovering that her friend was actually alive somewhere, she hunted down an associate of the man responsible and forced him to send Rose after Vera. Donning a set of plain leather armor and a straight sword to fit to her new surroundings, selecting Rose as a protagonist will activate the starting quest Vera. In addition, if she supports Vera, she will gain a different unique stat. Class/Starting Stats: Mercenary: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance 3 Luck: 3 Determination: 10 (If not supporting Vera) Persuasion: 10 (If supporting Vera) Skills: Duelist: Deals increased damage when facing a single opponent Patience: 10% increased chance to dodge and hit when enemy attacks first Starting equipment: Iron Straight Sword: A standard straight sword: 85% Accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Iron shield: A common shield used throughout the land. Kara (Supporter)[the allied knight] Age: 22 Physical description: A tall ‘women’, six feet tall, with brunette hair that reaches her shoulders. Wrapped in light plate mail that covers her dark skin. She has a large bladder and is willing to empty it anywhere, but only in front of people she trusts with her secret. Background: Kara once trained as a knight and in the way of using a lance. Though, after complications arose when trying to join the military, she joined a mercenary group. After her group was annihilated in battle, she disappeared into the woods until she found the protagonist. Has always been a follower, and therefore cannot be the protagonist. Class/Starting Stats: Knight: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 7+2 (Defense +2) Resistance: 1 Luck: 2 Defense: 10 Skills: Sworn Shield: 25% chance to defend the protagonist from attacks when nearby. Defense +2: Additional 2 points in Defense) Starting equipment: Spear: A lance that can be easily thrown: 70% accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Steel shield: A well made shield meant for a knight: Evans (Protagonist/Supporter)[the rogue ninja] Age: 22 Physical description: A blond haired man of average height and athletic build, clad in plain green robes. Usually keeps to himself when it comes to his private needs, unless he’s drank alcohol recently, a common event, in which case he’s usually open with it. Background: A self-taught ninja, who learned the art from a series of scrolls rather than formal teaching, His main purpose from this was to sell his skill to the highest bidder, though eventually learned of his true calling. Choosing him as the protagonist activates the starting quest Revolution. Class/starting stats: Ninja: Level 10 Strength: 4 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance: 5 Luck: 7 Cunning: 10 Skills: Acrobat: Has a 40% chance to dodge all attacks. Vanishing Act: Can disappear from enemies for a short time using smoke bombs. Starting equipment: Kunai Knives (x2): A ninja’s knife, good for close and ranged combat: 90% accuracy, 3 base damage, 40% natural crit chance Smoke bombs (x5): A small package which causes an explosion of smoke when thrown to the ground. Sif (Protagonist/Supporter)[the murder doll] Age: 19 Physical description: A small looking woman with short black hair clad in chain and cloth armor. Pale skin, making her resemble a large painted doll when not moving. Has tiny breasts and an even smaller bladder, which she will relieve whenever she pleases. Background: A skilled fighter, Sif’s doll like appearance makes her enemies underestimate her. By the time they realize their mistake, it is too late. Little is known about Sif’s past. If chosen as the protagonist, starting quest The Doll is activated. Class/Starting Stats: Spear Fighter: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic:0 Defense: 4 Resistance: 2 Luck: 4 Brutality: 10 Skills: Merciless: 40% chance to instantly finish off an enemy when they are wounded. Lethality: 10% chance to instantly finish off an enemy. Starting equipment: Iron Nagitama: An eastern polearm: 70% accuracy, 5 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Ciel (mentor)[the witch seer] Age: ??? Physical description: A young looking woman with short purple hair and a golden eye patch. Her purple robe and black witch hat cover her body, making it unsure what her body looks like. She also never seems to relieve herself, which means that either she can relieve herself magically or the inside of her robe is usually soaked. Background: Ciel is a witch who has forgotten how long she has known magic or been able to see into the future. All she is certain of is that the protagonist needs her assistance, whether Ciel likes it or not. Class/Starting Stats: Witch, Level 25 Strength: 2 Magic: 9 Defense: 3 Resistance: 7 Luck: 4 Wisdom: 10 Skills: Future Sight: 60% chance to avoid enemy attacks, after seeing them happen in the future. Witchcraft: 5% chance on turning enemies into small animal when attacking with dark magic Starting equipment: Nosferatu: A dark tome: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 5% natural crit chance, absorbs half damage dealt as health. Alice (Mentor)[the assassin’s legacy) Age: 31 Physical description: A woman with a long brown hair in a pony tail. Standing five foot ten, usually in tight leather, pressing her B cups close to her body, she is more concerned about who sees her relieve her medium sized bladder rather than where she does it. For example, she will not pee in front of her daughter. In addition, she won’t cheat on her husband, but if pushed to her sexual limit, she imagines her husband would forgive her if it was with another woman. Background: Working as an assassin for many years while her husband raised their daughter, Morrigan. Once her daughter and husband went missing, she retired from assassination and went out into the world to find them, helping whoever she could along her along the way. If mentoring Morrigan, starting quest is changed to Father. Class/Starting Stats: Assassin: Level 5 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense:3 Resistance: 4 Luck: 7 Dexterity: 10 Skills: Heartseeker: All attacks have an additional 30% chance to crit Lethality: Has a 10% chance to instantly kill her enemy. Starting equipment: Estoc: A deadly thrusting sword: 80% accuracy, 7 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Steel bow: A well-made longbow: 85% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Z (Mentor)[the grim knight] Age: ??? Physical description: An imposing six foot one figure clad in black plate mail with a featureless black mask. The only piece of skin that can be seen is his impressive manhood in one of the rare moments that he relieves himself. Background: A mysterious man who refuses to say why he is here, but has shown how prowess in combat enough for few to question him or his loyalty. Class/Starting stats: Revenant: Level 5 Strength: 6 Magic: 6 Defense: 5 Resistance: 4 Luck: 2 Dominance: 10 Skills: Soul Crash: When using magic, high chance to stun enemies Soul Crush: Has the ability to make sure that fallen enemies don’t get back up. Starting equipment: Dark axe: A large axe made from a black metal: 50% accuracy, 8 base damage, 20% natural crit chance. Black fireball: a burning orb of darkness hurled at the enemy: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance. With the options available, please vote for the combination you would like to see. If I see a trend, I’ll continue this story with Chapter One. In addition, if you would like to, please vote from a scale of one to five (one being dry, five being completely soaked) on how much you would like omorashi to play a factor. Also, vote whether or not you’d like to see messing make appearances in the story. With that being said, fingers crossed that this little story of mine turns out well.
  3. I was holding it all day today and was planning on wetting in the shower later. I was getting really desperate when I decided to run to the store and pick some stuff up. I could barely hold it at the store. I leaked a little, and almost gave up and went to the bathroom there so I didn't wet myself in front of everyone at the store. Driving back, I kept leaking and was sure I wouldn't make it, and suddenly traffic started slowing down and stopped! I took the time to grab myself and checked if there were any visible wet spots, and there was only a little one that you could barely see. I finally made it home, got the groceries out of the car, and decided to take the stairs up instead of the elevator just to make it harder. I leaked a bunch more on the way up. I made it inside and started putting stuff away, and was planning to finish that and then go into the bathroom and wet. But as soon as I bent down to put something in the cabinet it just suddenly started gushing out right there in the kitchen! I totally soaked my jeans and my favorite shoes (which I didn't really want to get wet) and made a HUGE puddle on the floor :D. I took off my wet pants and underwear, cleaned up the puddle, and finished putting stuff away before my roommates got back and saw me naked and wet in the kitchen! After that I had to pee again a little so I put my pants back on and wet a little more in the bathroom. I was super turned on at that point so I jerked off and came inside my pants :p, and then took a shower just before my roommates got back. I'm back in my room now thinking about how awesome this all was. One of the best wettings I've had in a while!
  4. Does anyone have any videos of two cute guys wetting while hugging or cuddling? Or maybe a guy and girl, where the guy wets while hugging or cuddling? I've always fantasized about seeing this but have never found anything like it :(.
  5. A/N: Adoptive sibling incest, ahoy! This has a really abrupt ending because I cut it off before the smutty bits happen, though those can be found on ao3. When he has the chance to ride out early, before the rest of his siblings, and to see his younger sister sooner than expected, the crown prince takes it. He misses Corrin more and more lately, and he’s growing more aware as time goes on that his feelings aren’t exactly befitting of an older brother, but still he can’t stop himself from wanting to see her, or from taking every chance he can to go see her. Sometimes, he tries to absolve himself of his guilt by reminding himself that she isn’t his sister by blood, that she’s only his sister in name, but then he remembers that she isn’t aware of it, and that she still sees him as a brother, that the rest of their family still sees her as a part of the family. He knows that what he feels for her is wrong, in that regard, but he’s fallen too hard for her to turn back now, even if he never does anything to pursue them. On this particular day, he’s in a hurry to reach her before night, before it’s too late for them to spend too much time together. The next morning, the other three will be coming to see her as well, and so Xander rushes to get to Corrin, so fast that his two retainers can barely keep up with him. However, there is something else spurring him on, though that predicament is also making it more difficult to keep up at this pace. He’s been in such a rush from the beginning that he’s taken no time to relieve himself, and by the time he realizes that this is becoming a problem , he’s too close and too determined to reach her without any interruption. It’s nothing that he can’t handle. But the constant jostling does not ease things up and, in fact, the trip seems to be a little longer than he remembered, or at least long enough that his need becomes torturous and that his bladder absolutely aches before he’s even there. Xander grits his teeth and presses on because, by now, he’s pushed himself so far that a little bit more doesn’t seem so bad, and he doesn’t want to stop now, especially not knowing that he would have to explain his reasoning to his retainers. It hurts so badly at times that he almost regrets his decision, but his determination is greater than his need in his mind, and his desire to see Corrin as well. Each time he is jostled, he feels like he might lose it at any point, and his teeth are grit and his hands are tense by the time the fortress is finally in sight. He is well aware that he is near his limit, but he’s close now, and that’s all that matters. The guards let him past the first gate without any trouble, with Laslow and Peri following close behind, and he dismounts, his legs shaking as he hits the ground. There’s a servant at his side immediately, offering to take his horse, and he’s grateful for that, as he really doesn’t have much time left. He starts off at brisk pace, tense all over and just barely managing to contain the contents of his throbbing bladder as each step threatens to cause him to spill over. When he’s mostly out of sight, he finds himself staggering a bit, his breathing growing more and more heavy, and he knows he’s in a very precarious situation, but he’s so close now that he hopes- “Big brother!” Corrin calls out to him as she comes running, and he heart sinks. She must have heard he arrived and come to greet him, and if there’s any temptation that could keep him away from relief, it’s her. He continues his stiff pace, acting as if he doesn’t notice her, but when she calls to him again, he turns and holds up a hand, mumbling, “I’ll be with you in one moment, little princess.” “You can’t get away from me!” she teases, and at the rate he’s going, it’s easy for her to catch up to him, giggling all the while. “I missed you so much, there’s no way I’m letting you run off without giving me a hug!” “Little princess, I-” But then she’s right in front of him, blocking his path for the moment, and before he work around her, she’s upon him, pulling him into a tight embrace. He’s always been more physically affectionate with her than the others, though he acts like that’s entirely at her insistence, and she expects a hug from him at this point. But today, this hug is his downfall, and he struggles against her and he struggles against himself, but it’s all for nothing as she squeezes him just a bit too hard. After fighting against his bladder for so long, he has no fight left in him, and horror washes over him at the same time that relief does. It doesn’t take long for his pants to be completely soaked through and he can’t silence his low groan, nor can he finds the words to explain what’s happening to Corrin or apologize to he or anything. His knees buckle beneath him and he’s sure he would fall if it weren’t for the fact that he doesn’t want to risk falling on Corrin. Corrin . Even as intense relief washes over him, his bladder cramping as it empties itself, he can’t forget for a moment that he’s still trapped in his sister’s arms; that she must be growing just as soaked as he is. She gives the softest gasp, her arms falling to her sides, and Xander cannot remember ever being quite so humiliated in all his life. When she steps back, it’s just in time to watch the last trickle slow to a stop, the evidence of what just happened plain as day. “B-big brother?” she asks softly. “I…Little princess, I…” But there are absolutely no words to express how he’s feeling right now. He’s certain that she’s disgusted with him now, or, at best, that she pities him and thinks a little bit less of him for this. Xander hangs his head, a slow, shuddering sigh escaping him, and then… And then Corrin throws her arms around him again, pulling him into a tighter hug than before. “What are you...Corrin?” “Don’t be sad, big brother,” is all that she says. “But...you’re going to…” Of course, she’s already wet so he supposes it doesn’t matter, but still, he thinks she would at least show a little restraint. “Nobody saw that but me, so just don’t be sad, okay?” She nuzzles her face against his chest, getting a bit closer than they normally do when they hug. Even in this state, he can’t help but notice that they’re closer than usual, though he’s sure that Corrin thinks nothing of it. She probably doesn’t realize what she’s doing, or perhaps he’s just thinking too much due to his own feelings, and that just makes him feel even more guilty. “Corrin, that doesn’t... you still saw, and so I…” “I just don’t want you to be sad,” she replies. “I know it must have been a long trip, and...and I got in your way, so it’s all my fault! It’s all my fault, big brother!” He steps back out of their hug and she stares up at him with worried, sincere eyes, so he forces a smile and says, “Don’t worry, little princess. It isn’t your fault, but I’m not sad anymore, alright?” “Do you mean it?” “I do. Now, let’s get inside so I can try to clean myself up before anyone notices.” His dark clothes, coupled with the hallways they pass through inside, help conceal the incident from anyone they pass, and Corrin sticks close to his side all the while. Just being with her is enough of a comfort, though he still wishes she hadn’t seen him in such a state.
  6. The Joys of High School By C.J. Mercline Part 1: It was the end of another long day of High School, and the end of Phys. Ed. (aka “Gym”), which was perfect for Junior Jake, who liked having the locker room to himself. He could take naughty wets anywhere he liked, such as some of the lockers, a sink or two that was plugged up, but especially all over the floor. If no other option was available, he could simply pee in the showers like most of the other boys did, which was fine with him. Jake secretly enjoyed watching the others do their liquid business, and letting them watch him, if they were so inclined, observing the different ways their wee streams gushed from their various cocks. He wasn't gay, or even bicurious, it was just that he had never seen or heard any woman wetting, for himself, that is. He would go online whenever he got the chance, to view the dizzying array of sites of women wetting, but had never been lucky enough to see or even hear it for himself. He liked watching and listening to the urinating, no matter who was doing it, young men or young women. He had a peeing fetish. On other days, however, his weeing was a lot more fun. Every now and again, his care-free peeing would be so incredible that he simply couldn’t wait until he got home, and jacked off in the locker room, letting the ecstasy build in a matter of minutes, until he exploded all over the place, and practically fainted from the sheer abandonment of his orgasm. On this day, he decided to wait. Or so he hoped. The rain was still coming down in sheets, as it had been for most of the day. Jake was getting pretty desperate, but wanted to wait until the last possible moment, which was fast approaching, particularly watching the rain pour down. Days like this, Jake sometimes wished that he could pee an endless stream like the Heavens did. Then he would realize that that wouldn’t actually be a good thing, because then he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to orgasm after his piss. Oh, well. He was still wearing his Gym shorts, on purpose, of course. His wetting was made easier by his never wearing any underwear, especially with his Gym shorts. It was just so much more comfortable going commando all the time. And easier to pee, of course. His swim shorts were the best for his wetting fun, but those memories were better to be savored for another day. During the last few moments before he completely lost control, he tried to decide if he wanted to stand up or sit down to do his business. Either way worked well. Standing up, his piss ran straight down his pant or short leg to pool at his feet, but sitting down, he could let his cock hang over the edge of his seat, feeling the cold of it counter the warmth of his penis, and his pee. Jake decided to sit down today, needing the shock of the temperature difference to keep his arousal until later, when he could get the chance to play with himself, as was only proper. Pulling his shorts opening up to his balls, he let his schlong hang out into the open air, down between his thighs. The cold air he was exposing himself to was too much for his body. He had barely set himself in position when his body over-rode his brains’ commands, and his bladder completely let go. Rather than starting out as a trickle, as usually happens, his relief came gushing out of his pee slit, hosing the floor of the locker room with his hot, golden juices. The wonderful feeling of spraying his liquid gold powerfully all over the floor beneath him was euphoria. His relief seemed to last for hours, but actually only lasted just over a minute, due to the strength of his pee stream. The other reason that his piss stream was starting to wane was because of the hard-on that he was invariably developing. Once done, Jake had no choice but to follow through with a quick wank. He didn’t even bother pulling his shorts off, but instead started pulling and stroking as he was. It didn’t take him long before he came, in a white-hot blaze of glory, spraying his jizz all over the puddle he had just made, which was huge. After a brief rest, and avoiding the messy puddle, which was already cooled, Jake changed back into his jeans, after cleaning off his joystick, his personal name for the most intimate part of himself. Then he left, with the memory of his recent naughtiness settling into the back of his mind, ready to be retrieved later, for a longer and better masturbation session, where Jake could get fully undressed, and take his time, really enjoy himself, rather than rushing to orgasm, like he just did. Part 2: Jake didn’t usually plan his naughty wetting; it was, more often than not, an opportunistic pee, especially when he held it in longer than he should, sometimes to the point of being in pain. One day, when he was enjoying dinner at a decent restaurant, he didn’t want to bother wasting time going to the men’s room when he needed a pee. Since he had a table to himself with a tablecloth on it, and there was hardly anybody around, the closest being some yards away, Jake decided to piss in secret, under his table. Unzipping his pants with one hand, he pretended to continue eating with the other, to throw off anybody suspecting him, even though nobody was paying him the slightest bit of attention. You could never be too careful when performing naughty acts in public. He also kept an eye out for employees, especially his waitress. As cute as the girl was, he did not want her to run away screaming, or worse, reporting him to management, or, more importantly, the police. He was seriously considering finding out if she was single, but would hold off telling her about his fetish for a long while, until she seemed ready to listen, without thinking he was some kind of sick freak, as so many people thought. Pulling out his cock, he let it hang between his legs, aiming its tip, as best as he could, at the carpeted floor. Still pretending to eat, and watching for any trouble, Jake released the hold on his bladder, enjoying the feel of his effluent as it coursed its way from his bladder, down his urethra, and finally exiting out his pee slit. Over the mild drone of chatting and muzak and the constant clack of silverware on dishes and glasses clinking, Jake could barely even hear the sound of his piss as it covered the carpet between his feet and almost immediately started to cool. His hidden pee took nearly a minute-and-a-half before slowing down, then coming to an end. After shaking the last few drops from his glans, he tucked his engorging penis back into his pants, with difficulty, since he was getting hard. Not a moment too soon, for just as he brought his hand back to his drink, his über-cute waitress came back to see how he was doing. Jake didn't think that she suspected him. She certainly didn't look at him askance in a bad way. As a matter of fact, he noticed that she might be looking interested in him, never noticing the slight hint of wetness trailing down her slender legs. He decided to chat her up, and ask her if she was seeing someone, and to his delight, she had been single for a long while, saying she had troubles finding a guy that wasn't either a jerk or a loser. Even better, she was ending her shift in an hour, so they agreed to hook up later, to learn more about each other. And maybe something better might come up! Part 3: Waiting at the pre-determined spot for Carissa, his new waitress friend, Jake remembers some of his more fond moments of his wetting exploits. Usually, a lot of it happened at his friends’ houses, especially if they had a pool. He made sure to fill his tank, as it were, before he went over with his swim shorts and a towel. After getting changed, either in the bathroom, or in a friend’s bedroom, with his friend, seeing as how neither he nor any of his pals were shy about their bodies amongst each other; he would then slip into the pool and swim for a few minutes, before peeing in the water. He was never concerned about “polluting” the water, because he knew that the people could not tell what he was doing – even though most of the families did the same thing, sometimes obviously. Especially considering that human urine was, essentially, harmless outside the body. Making sure that no one could see what he was up to, even though they usually knew anyway, Jake would casually release the hold on his bladder, and enjoy the sensations as his effluent raced to escape his body. Without looking down to his shorts, Jake could feel the exact moment that his piss poured out of his cock, and immediately mix with the pool water. As his bladder emptied, he covered his deed, or at least tried to, by chatting and joking with his friends and their families. He was sure that one of his friend’s younger sister might have a crush on him, but, while he was honored, he never encouraged her, simply because she was too young for him, her being 14 or so. He was friendly with her, but not overly so. He was positive that as cute as she was, she would grow into a beautiful young woman. Who knew? Maybe, when she was old enough, and he was available, and she was still interested in him, he would date her. Not yet, though. He would continue his wetting until he was empty, and then proceed to swim through the “contaminated” water to the pool’s side, where he could get out and drink plenty of water and juices to fill his bladder yet again, ready for more fun. Another of his friends did not mind that Jake relieved himself in the pool, and often peed with him. Sometimes, when the family was away, and the two of them were swimming by themselves, Jake was told that he could stand at the pool’s side with his friend, and they would both pull their swim shorts down a little to pull out their dicks, aim, and pee into the water together. Occasionally, one or the other would sit on the top of the steps at the shallow end, or the end of the diving board at the deep end, pull their schlongs out through the legs of their shorts, and pee in the pool, usually with the other treading water close enough to watch, since they didn’t mind the other watching him. Because he and Jake were best friends, doing just about everything together, whether getting ready to go swimming, peeing, or just hanging out, sometimes literally; being naked around the house if nobody was home or the bedroom for more privacy, they would often sit next to each other and masturbate together, catching their cum in napkins. More often than not, they were both naked while jacking off, but every now and again, they would simply just pull their pants or shorts down around their knees, and get right on it. They usually only did this, though, when they were in a hurry, and wanted to finish off quickly, like when they had somewhere to be. They did some experimenting, like jacking each other off, or even a couple of times giving each other head, but that wasn’t usually the case. They were fonder of wanking in front of each other, watching and being watched, or just peeing for each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Jake’s memories were interrupted when a set of headlights swung his way. Oh, joy! Carissa had arrived! Jake was determined that before the night was through, he was going to ask her to be his girlfriend. Little did he know just how much of an understatement that title would be! Part 4: After talking for a few minutes, Jake and Carissa ended up going for a soda, with free refills, of course, Jake’s secret idea, and talked for hours, about anything and everything. Midway through, Jake became desperate for a wee, but didn’t want to interrupt his lively conversation with his new friend, and didn’t want to be obvious about his deed, either, by pulling his wanker out of his pants. So, he decided on a sneaky pee in his pants, relaxing the hold on his bladder, feeling his body-hot urine start to soak the crotch and seat of his black jeans, before running down his pants legs and the edge of his seat. He tried to keep the relief from showing on his face, concentrating on Carissa’s near-constant chatter, and hoping that she didn’t suspect anything. The piss felt wonderful, but didn’t last for very long. Shortly after, to see the puddle he had made, Jake “accidently” knocked his silverware packet to the ground, then ducked under the table to retrieve it. He was shocked, however, when he noticed a second pee puddle, this one under Carissa… and still growing! Jake came back out from under the table, and saw that she was blushing beet red in the face, and had tears streaming down her face, similar to the pee that had been streaming to the floor from between her legs, knowing that she had been caught peeing. Jake wanted to put Carissa at ease, so he smiled gently, and told her not to be embarrassed, that accidents happened to everybody, and that he was neither upset nor disgusted by her accident. Secretly, he wondered if it really was an accident, or if, like him, she got off on naughty wets. To test her reaction, he admitted to Carissa that he had been so engrossed in their conversation that he had completely forgotten to visit the restroom, and had, just a few minutes ago, had an accident of his own. She looked surprised at his admission, but her tears stopped flowing. Then she did something that surprised him yet again, and ducked under the table herself to validate his claim. It was too much to hope for that she wouldn’t notice the bulge developing in his pants, but she looked shocked, either at the size of the puddle he had made, or at the size of the bulge, he didn’t yet know which, when she looked back up. Her face heated with yet more color as she hesitantly told him that this wasn’t the first time that she had wet herself, and as a matter of fact, never wore any panties, so she only considered it wetting herself when she was wearing pants or shorts. She continued her unusual tale by telling Jake that she actually pees down her legs on a regular basis, regardless of what she is wearing. If she is at the end of a line and needs to pee, then she will pee quietly down her legs, relieving herself as much as possible before she made it to the counter. However, if there were any people behind her in line, then she would only pee enough for some relief, yet not enough so that anyone would notice. At the movie theaters, Carissa says that she will find a seat away from everybody else, with some empty seats around her. After holding it for some time, and not having gone before she came in, when she can’t hold her wee anymore, she pulls the back of her skirt or dress out of harm’s way before emptying herself into the seat, then sliding over to the seat next to her, fixing her skirt or dress in doing so. If she is wearing pants or shorts, she will simply unfasten them and pull them down to her knees, pee into the seat, and pull her clothes back up as she switches seats. Also, if the theater was mostly empty, she wouldn’t even pee into the seat, just slide forward to the edge, keeping her dress or skirt, pants or shorts out of the way, and tinkle on the floor. As hot as this was, Jake couldn’t help but to ask Carissa about what she does at work when she needs a wee, trying so hard not to rub his aching dick, which was threatening to rip his zipper wide open, knowing that it wouldn’t take much for him to stain his pants. Carissa admits that she pees down her legs all day, and night, while at work; usually a few trickles at the register or while walking to and from her tables, including earlier when she was serving him, and no one has suspected a thing yet. When she becomes desperate, she’ll walk out the back door when no one else is outside, hold up the front of her skirt, and let it come gushing out to the ground. By the time that she leaves work, she is horny as a girl can get, and masturbates as soon as she gets back to her small apartment. She barely makes it in her door before she’s dropping her purse on the entry table, yanking up her skirt, and plunging her fingers into her already dripping wet snatch, then coming powerfully a minute later. After her heart rate and breathing calm down, she will then get undressed right there in her hallway, pee in the living room, then shower; later, she masturbates again, slowly in bed, enjoying the sensations as one hand caresses her firm young tits and nipples, while her other hand fondles her clit, lower lips, and her moist cunt, alternating hands and fingers every few minutes. The orgasm that followed would be sweet, but just as powerful as the earlier one. She stopped talking at this point, clearly embarrassed by her frankness, informing Jake that this was the first time she had ever told anyone such revealing information, especially on a first date; Jake, for his part, was struggling not to blow his load into his pants. Part 5: Jake wanted to be just as frank, and so told Carissa that he was about to blow his load into his pants from her peeing, and her stories. She shyly asked if he was telling her the truth, or just being nice to her. He told her to put her hand out, under the table, and when she did so, he took it and placed it on his boner, not only to let her feel how hard he had gotten, but so she could also feel the drenched pants that she had seen earlier. Her eyes flew open wide and her delicate, pretty mouth formed a cute ‘o’ as she felt his massive boner under his soaked jeans. Hesitantly, she offers to take care of his “medical emergency,” if he could drive her home, back to her apartment; so after paying the bill, and leaving her car in the parking lot, thanks to a friend at the diner, they get into his car and head off. While he drives, and she gives him directions, Jake admits that he doesn’t think he can make it ‘til then. She smiles shyly, then asks him to pull over so that she can help him. He nearly fishtails out of control in his haste to pull over. Fortunately, this street was deserted at this time of the evening. As soon as the car was in park, they both had their seatbelts off, and Jake had his seat pulled back and reclining, and Carissa was leaning over, unfastening his pants, and releasing his unbearably swollen cock. Jake moans at her hand finally on the bare flesh of his manhood, then moans louder and longer as her tongue licks his peehole a few times, then his glans before taking him into her warm, soft mouth. She only manages to take him into her mouth fully before he warns her that he was about to cum. She ignores his warning, pulling up, then dropping back down until he shoots his hot load down her throat in a matter of seconds. Licking him clean, from his balls to his urethra opening, she then licked her lips, telling Jake that this had been the best date ever, and it would only get better from here. As Jake tries to tuck his half-staff back into his pants, Carissa tells him that she never finished her pee back at the diner, and that she still needs to go, her bladder having filled back up, and then some, since then. So he tells her that it would be okay if she peed in his car, since he does it himself every now and again, secretly hoping he would get to see her pee in front of him. She smiles, and starts to hike up her skirt. Once it’s around her waist, revealing her sweet, succulent, unshaved pussy to his startled gaze, she slides forward to the edge of her seat, places her feet wide apart up on the dashboard, knees spread wide, then lets go a long, gushing stream that hisses on its way out of her swollen lower lips. The arc of wee nearly reaches the ceiling, then again nearly to the dashboard before falling to the floor, instantly darkening the cherry-red carpet to burgundy in a wash of warm, salty piss. Her piss doesn’t last long at this strength, but when she was done, instead of sitting back and putting her skirt back into order, she instead grins naughtily, and starts playing with her pussy lips, stroking and even flicking her love button, enjoying Jake’s piercing, hungry, longing eyes follow every move her hands and fingers made. Having him watch such private acts, like wetting, and fingering her tight little twat, was even more of a turn-on than anything she had ever done before, including the torrential wee she had done at the bowling alley months earlier, where she practically ruined her shorts with her heavy wetting. Watching him watching her, especially after their wetting themselves, and her most recent pee and giving him a blowjob a few minutes ago, was too much, and she came, hard and long, shuddering in the aftermath of orgasmic bliss. Jake had taken his dick back out when she had started twiddling herself, and had been jacking off with her. When she came, so did he, again, spraying jizz all over himself, even after his orgasm from just a few minutes ago. She smiled, pleased that her pleasure could bring him pleasure as well. After they both settled themselves back into place, Jake and Clarissa continued on their way to her apartment to further the fun, and possibly to have fantastic sex. Part 6: When they arrived at her apartment, Carissa and Jake couldn’t keep off of each other, with Jake pulling her so tight against him that they were practically one body. Mouth mashing against mouth, the two new lovers wasted no time in exploring each other’s tastes, hers mingled with his from her giving him a blowjob earlier. He found it strangely arousing to taste himself on her tongue, then giving it, and indeed nothing else, any more thought as her roving hands found his snap and zipper. His pants fell, just as her shirt was pulled open and yanked off. His shirt was next, while he fumbled in his haste with her bra. Suddenly, he was naked, while Carissa still had her skirt on. He made short work of it, yanking it down to expose her short, curly mass of pubic hairs barely hiding her mons, her lips swollen in her excitement. Both heart rates sky-rocketed even more as they finally got to see the other in all their naked glory. Her breasts were high and tight, with nipples pointed and rosy red, while he was standing at attention, extremely erect, the largest hard-on of his young, eighteen year life stretching out from the bush at his groin. His balls were hot and heavy in his excitement, ready to spill his seed at any moment. Jake can barely contain himself, both literally and figuratively, as her gaze moves approvingly over him, from head to toe, stopping at his groin to admire his ruddy-colored raging boner, while he does the same, appreciating her very attractive packaging, noticing the creaminess of her skin, and grace of smooth-toned muscle, firm yet supple. She smiles, and takes his hand to lead him to her bedroom. He stops, remembering something she had told him earlier. When she looks at him inquiringly, he tells her that he needs a piss, bad. He also mentions that since she had pissed for him, he’d like to return the favor. She grins broadly, then leads him over to the middle of the living room floor, and takes his erection in her soft, warm hand to aim his stream for him. Having such a massive boner, he has to struggle just to get started, especially with Carissa’s hand embracing his intimate flesh. After a full minute of softening and relaxing enough, he is able to squeeze a few spurts out, then his pee starts gushing like a fountain turned on its side. His stream reaches farther away than ever before because of his still-enormous boner. After he trickles to a stop, he looks into her eyes, huge and gorgeous, as she tells him that she can’t wait anymore, and asks him to take her then and there, rolling a condom he handed her onto his super-hard cock. When Carissa bends forward over the arm of the sofa, spreads her legs shoulder-width apart, and gives him a teasing “come here” look, he just can’t resist fondling her cute, smooth ass and generous hips, then reaching around to fondle her fantastic tits. Impatient for his cock, she reaches between her thighs to guide Jake’s manhood to her snatch, soaked as it was in her juices. He played his glans around her entrance, teasing her in return, before sliding in slowly, loving the feeling as her tight, soaking wet pussy hugged him from the inside, caressing him inch by wonderful inch. Suddenly he stopped, shocked by the resistance he ran into. She looked back, and admitted that he would be her first, and he should continue what he started, that the single moment of pain would be worth it for the pleasure to follow. That decided him, and he went all for it, withdrawing almost all of the way before plunging in to the hilt. Carissa whimpered in pain a little, but asked Jake not to stop. He did pause to let her get used to his being so deeply inside of her, kissing and licking the back of her neck, using one hand to hold her long, wavy locks of ink-black hair over her shoulder, the other gently playing with her engorged and highly sensitive love button. When he feels that she is ready to continue, he slowly withdraws again, slowly, letting her savor the uniqueness of how well they fit together, hearing the slurping sound her pussy walls made they refused to let his dick out fully, catching it just behind the glans. He slides in again, then out again, his thickness growing more and more, until he reaches the point where cumming is imminent, and he warns her about his approaching orgasm. The whole time that Jake was pumping in and out, Carissa couldn’t hold back her mewls and moans of delight, feeling his stiff rod pistoning repeatedly, faster and faster. When he warns her that he’s about to cum, it proves too much for her, as she screams and cums herself, drenching his manhood in her sticky, wet mess, the orgasm seeming to last for hours. Her orgasm triggers his, as he feels her cunt walls squeeze out every last drop of his milky-white goodness. If he wasn’t wearing a condom, he would have shot his load straight through to the far side of her womb. The shockwaves of her orgasm hadn’t quite settled, actually were still really strong, when his seed-shooting brings her to yet another soul-shattering orgasm, this one more powerful than anything she could have accomplished on her own. Carissa didn’t realize that she needed to pee any, but when her second orgasm was winding down, her bladder started to leak out her golden nectar, her piss trickling into the arm of the sofa she was leaning over. Since Jake still had his hand in her crotch, he felt her wee leaking out onto his fingers, and marveled at how warm and good it felt, thinking that he could ask Carissa, later of course, for her to pee on him, especially on his cock and balls; maybe to wash her juices off him? Not that he minded it, as he kissed her neck and shoulders some more. Later, though. Right now, they both needed to catch their breathes. Neither one, however, had any inclination to pull away from each other yet, the after-sex bliss the sweetest thing that either one had ever felt, wanting to prolong the joy as much as possible before they showered, and enjoyed each other as many more times as possible.
  7. I'm usually very shy and does not like to tell people about my fetishes infact nobody in my real life is aware of my wetting need. But I struggle hard to find ways to wet myself without people actually finding out about it. I'm looking for new ways to wet myself. Sadly I dont live alone so I do not have the freedom to just wet myself anywhere I want in my apartment.
  8. I've noticed a lot of threads about people holding it, and then posting what is happening to them as time passes. I've decided to consolidate this into a single thread in order to keep the board from getting cluttered. I will keep this short and sweet. Basically, if you're holding it right now and you want an audience, go ahead and post in this thread. Mention things such as your level of desperation and provide as many details as you can. While I would prefer all live action stuff to go in this thread, that doesn't mean you are obligated to do it. If you would rather, you could always hold it, do what needs to be done, and then post a separate thread about what happened. This is subject to change as questions and problems arise.
  9. I'm looking into buying some new diapers for me here soon and I was wanting some consensus on some good ones to try! I've only tried pull on diapers so far and honestly that seems like my best bet. I've looked at the tabbed ones and it looks like it'd be kinda hard to put on by myself(especially if i've been drinking some :p). I'm looking for ones that will hold quite a bit and that have large sizes. The issues I had with my last diapers was that when I would pee unaroused it would just flood the front padding and start seeping at the leg holes (regardless of lying down or not). You see I'm a grower, not a shower and so that's been an issue with most diapers and I'm honestly not sure if there is a fix to that :( Either way I'm really interested in some suggestions! Thanks in advance!
  10. Some days are longer than others for Jakob, and some days Gunter gives him so many tasks that he barely has time for himself. Usually, he follows Jakob around or frequently checks up on him, and he always finds some sort of flaw that, no matter how hard Jakob tries, he isn’t able to fix to the knight’s standards. On days like this, he feels much more like a slave than a butler, and he can’t help but feel guilty for not being at Corrin’s side. He supposed to be serving her directly, not Gunter! But there isn’t much he can do, and he spends the day deep cleaning, trying to get every area of the fortress as spotless as he possibly can, though every time Felicia has a mishap, Gunter decides to call him away to clean up after her, rather than making her sister deal with is, like usual. He must be in a mood today, or perhaps he’s still mad about the evening before, when Jakob mouthed off, though he’s rather proud of how sharp his tongue is becoming. But he can’t say he’s proud of the punishment it’s earned him, especially as it keeps him away from the princess, while Felicia tries to do everything for her, only to create even more work for him in the process. The day passses both sowly and quicky; each task seems to take an eternity to finish, but the more he wants to get finished in time to see if Corrin needs him for anything, the closer to the end of the day it becomes. He’s running out of time, and he doesn’t even stop to think about the fact that he hasn’t had a single break, save for a quick lunch. Jakob hasn’t paused to relieve himself even once since when he first woke up, and when he does finally think about that, he realizes that his bladder has grown heavy throughout the day. Wincing, he shakes his head and tries to ignore the full sensation. He’s in the middle of dusting, his third try on one particular shelf, and he doesn’t want Gunter to accuse him of slacking off again. Once he’s done with this, he’ll make his excuses, regardless of what Gunter may say, and he’ll take care of his growing need. And once he’s managed to get free of Gunter, he’ll go check up on Corrin. The plan seems pretty flawless to him, and soon enough, he loses himself in his dusting, making sure to get every corner, to get absolutely every speck of dust. There’s no way Gunter will have any complaints this time, and he’s sure that his third time will be the charm. He’s so confident in this that his need is far from his mind, barely a concern since he’s certain it’ll be taken care of soon. But when Gunter inspects his work, he slowly drags his finger along the shelf, and Jakob squeezes his thighs together when the knight isn’t looking. He sighs impatiently as Gunter scrutinizes his finger, and when he says, “Absolutely filthy. Try again and don’t be so sloppy this time,” Jakob wants to scream. “How on earth-?! Your vision must be going bad, old man! That shelf has never been more clean, I made sure to-” “Do it again,” is all Gunter says, with a look in his eyes that dares Jakob to talk back. He does realize I’m not a child anymore, doesn’t he? ~X~ It takes him two more tries to get the shelf dusted to Gunter’s standards, and even then, all he says is, “I suppose this will do,” before dragging Jakob along with him to check on dinner preparations. The butler’s bladder is aching by now, but he hasn’t been able to get a word in edgewise as Gunter continues to lecture him on his supposedly “lackluster” cleaning. At dinner, he at least gets to see Corrin, even if he isn’t able to really talk to her. He’s at her side to offer his service, and that’s all that really matters. After the meal, he’ll get away from Gunter for sure, and even if he has to return to chores once he’s relieved himself, he can do better for Corrin tomorrow. Right now, he can’t afford to risk wasting any time, or worry about anything other than taking care of this. Dinner becomes more torturous for him as time goes on, as he has to stand stiffly and wait for an order of some sort. He does feel a bit better, having the princess in his sights, and he’s always quick to refill her glass, even though the sound of liquid is hardly welcome right now. Perhaps he may move a bit too quickly sometimes, as his overfull bladder gives pangs of protests more and more often. He never allows his expression to betray him, however. Once Corrin’s meal is over, he and the other servants are able to have a quick dinner, and Jakob eats a bit more quickly than usual, his bladder so full that he barely feels hungry. He’s definitely not thirsty, and ignores his water completely. When he stands up to excuse himself, Gunter looks up at him and Jakob can feel dread washing over him. “Felicia broke a cup and saucer just before dinner. Please go clean that up before you call it a day.” Well, at least he said please! Really, it’s a minor task, and Gunter says it politely enough that Jakob assumes he isn’t mad anymore, and that the punishment is over for now. Each step hurts a bit, as his bladder is jostled, but the cleanup is easy enough, and he’s finally done with his long, trouble some day, and not a moment too soon! But as he wanders the halls, he comes across Corrin, of all people, and she breaks out in a relieved smile when she sees him. The kind of smile that makes his heart hurt, but he tries not to dwell too hard on that. “Jakob, are you busy right now?” “Of course not, milady,” he replies, forcing a smile and hoping that she can’t hear the strain in his voice. “Is there something you need?” “Well, I’ve been having a hard time falling asleep for the past couple days, and I was wondering if you could brew some of that tea you do? It always helps me fall asleep,” she says. Jakob honestly feels like crying, but he just keeps smiling and says, “Absolutely! Give me just one moment.” “I’m sorry to bother you. I’m sure you must be tired.” “Think nothing of it, milady. You know I live to serve.” And it’s true; no matter how badly he may need to piss, he would never neglect Corrin for second. If she has need of him, then she is his top priority, no questions asked. This is why he goes directly to the kitchen, rather than stopping along the way to empty his throbbing bladder. Preparing tea is even harder on him in his current state, but still he tries for perfection. He would never dare to give Corrin anything less than the best, even if it means taking longer and drawing out his own suffering. Finally, he finishes up and prepares the tray, taking a deep breath before shakily carrying it to her bedroom. When he’s outside of her door, he steadies himself to hide any signs of desperation and he knocks. Once again, Corrin gives him that smile when she sees him and he knows that every extra bit of effort he puts in for her is more than worth it. “Thanks so much,” she says. “If you’d like, you can stay with me for a little bit. Unless you’re too busy.” As much as he wants to leave, he wouldn’t leave her until she’d finished her tea under any other circumstances, so he won’t be leaving her until the tea is gone tonight. His bladder feels like it’s at its very limit, but Jakob forces himself to stay strong, standing near Corrin’s bed while she sits and sips at her tea. He pours her another cup at her request, his legs pressed so tightly together that he hopes it isn’t obvious. “You must be exhausted,” she says after a moment. “What? Of course not.” “You just seem out of it, is all. Are you feeling okay?” He could kick himself for doing something to let on that he isn’t feeling one hundred percent. Instead, he forces another smile and says, “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am just tired.” “Well, I’m really sorry for keeping you up. Have you had a long day?” She offers him a sympathetic smile. “You know how Gunter is,” he replies. “I’m sure he’s just hard on you because he cares.” “Oh, is that what he calls it?” Corrin laughs at his works, so Jakob laughs with her, but he immediately regrets it. A pang shoots through him that is so sharp he gasps, and when he feels a spurt of liquid escape, he can feel his blood running cold. No, no, no, not now! Not now, not now, not now, please , just a little bit longer! “Jakob?” “Y-yes, milady?” “Is something wrong?” “Not at all!” He knows now that his voice is strained, and he can’t stand up straight anymore, and he squeezes his thighs together desperately, doing whatever he can to stop it for just long enough to take his leave. Anything to get out of here, before he...before he… But he can’t move; if he were to take even a single step, he knows he would be done in, but Corrin is right in front of him, staring at him in concern, and one hand drops between his legs for a second before he quickly drops it, knowing that it will do him no good now. He tries to tell her not to look, or to apologize, or something , but the only sound that comes out of his mouth is a pathetic, broken moan as he begins to piss himself. There’s so much, and it comes all at once, in a hot wave that soaks through his pants quickly, running down one of his legs. The room is so quiet that the sound of splashing is nearly deafening to him, and he closes his eyes, feeling tears pricking, threatening to fall, but at the very least, he doesn’t want to cry in front of Corrin. After all these years he’s spent, trying to prove himself to her and show that he was worth the chance she gave him, he’s disgraced himself in such a way that he knows she won’t want him around anymore. He just knows it, because what use would she have for a butler who does something like this? And he isn’t sure how he’ll ever be able to face her again anyway. It feels strange to finally have his bladder empty, after spending the whole day growing used to the ache, but the relief is far from his mind as he finally opens his eyes to see Corrin, still staring at him. “I-I...I’m so sorry, milady. I promise, I’ll have this cleaned up quickly and-and then...I can be gone by morning, if you wish. I won’t...I won’t…” He doesn’t know where he’ll go, and he doesn’t want to go; he wants to stay here with her, more than anything in the world, but she wouldn’t want that now, not when- “What? J-Jakob, don’t say that! You can’t just leave, I….I need you!” “M-milady?” She rises suddenly, and before he has the chance to react, pulls him into a tight hug. “Please, Jakob, you can’t go away. I’d be so sad if you left…” “After doing something like this?” “It was my fault, wasn’t it?” “Wh- of course not!” He struggles in her embrace, not wanting her to hug him too tight, lest she get wet as well, but she won’t let him go. “Yes it is. You’ve been working hard all day, and then I made you stay here with me. It wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for me.” “That’s ridiculous. You can’t blame yourself when you didn’t know any better…” “Well, then, you can’t blame yourself for being devoted to your work!” “Milady…” “Please, Jakob,” she says, her voice more sincere than he’s ever heard it. “Just try not to be sad, okay? It happens! It’s not your fault, and I’m not upset, and I won’t tell anyone, or anything. I can even help you clean up if you want!” “Now, what kind of butler would I be if I couldn’t handle a little mess by myself?” “Please?” She pulls back from the hug, but only partially, staring up at him while still holding him. Silence descends on them for a moment and there is something in her eyes, something that he knows isn’t pity, though he isn’t quite sure what it is or why he feels a heat pooling in his stomach. “Let me help you.” “I-if you insist,” he replies, though the two of them stand like that for a while, not quite hugging but not pulling away, and he finds that it’s very hard to breathe. Finally, Corrin pulls back with an awkward laugh and gets to cleaning, leaving Jakob to wonder what’s transpired.
  11. A lot of the things I see on here are about women being desperate or wetting (which I'm not complaining about, I enjoy that), but something I'm curious about is if many women enjoy the idea of making a guy desperate. For example, one fantasy I have is that I'm essentially trying to be a tough/macho male, and a woman asks me to prove it by challenging me to drink lots of water and hold it while she talks about trickling water/presses on my bladder etc, and I basically try to act like I'm not affected at all until I can't hold it any longer. Another is more submissive, where I basically can't use the bathroom without the woman's permission, and she smirks/laughs/teases me about how much I need to go. Anyone else share those sorts of fantasies?
  12. Every now and again we arrange to meet up with friends who we don’t see that often, either down to life getting in the way or people at University or who have just moved away. Whatever the reason our extended friend group is dispersed so when we do get a chance to get together and catch up with everyone it's always a good time. In Saturday we did just that. We arranged with people to meet up and most of those we invited came along. We went out for a meal and spent 3 hours catching up and having a good laugh. After we finished the meal a few of the party had to head off. The rest of us walked around town going in a few pubs and having a few drinks. We ended up in the “club” in town (I use quote marks as it’s not a nightclub, it's a pub but at the weekend they have a DJ and disco) and had a lot of fun dancing and drinking and generally having a great time. When we decided to head home it was about 1am. We came out of the club and our group split up and went different ways. When we reached the outskirts of the town centre we stopped for a five minutes chatting amongst ourselves and arranging when we could meet up again. Whilst chatting I asked one of our friends how she was getting home. She said she was walking and as she lived in our general direction we said we would walk her home. She argued and said she was fine but I told her to tell that to Matty. When she did he point blank refused to allow her to walk home alone. She gave in and accepted that we were going to go out of our way for her and we set off walking. We reached the point where my Sister and her bf turned off to towards our house and Alice went with them. The four of us (Matty, Me and our two friends) went the other way. We enjoyed walking along and chatting and after ten minutes we reached the first of our drop offs. Our friend offered to come with us but we told him it was fine and after giving hugs to everybody he went to his house and we carried on. As we walked along Matty said that he needed to pee. Our friend told him to go somewhere but as we were in a residential street there were not that many places to go and he said he would be fine. Knowing he needed to pee turned me on and I wondered how desperate he was. He usually only mentions it when he really has to go. I needed to pee as well but not too bad as I had pee’d before we left. I wasn’t sure if he had or not. As we made our way towards her house he kept making little motions and moaning that he really had to pee. Our friend told him he was more than welcome to use the bathroom at her house when we got there. I think now he knew relief was getting near his need got worse. When we reached her street and was walking up he started showing signs of real desperation. He was moaning and making desperate noises which never fail to turn me on. Knowing the signs that he was almost wetting himself was so hot and I could feel myself getting very aroused. As we reached her front door he leaned on the wall and bobbed up and down and told her to hurry up. She opened the door and she told him where the bathroom was. He kicked off his shoes and dashed inside. We followed him inside and he vanished upstairs. We walked through into the kitchen and before I could say anything she slipped her coat off and casually said “I hope he isn’t long, I’m bursting myself”. As she said this she crossed her legs and bobbed at her knees. As she isn’t one of my closest friends she doesn’t know my love of desperation so she had no idea that her casual comment had drove me crazy. I laughed and said she hadn’t mentioned it. She told me she hadn’t felt the need to because she wasn’t desperate. I nodded and she said “it's always when I get home, the first thing I do when I get home after a night out is dash to the bathroom because something about arriving home makes me so desperate. She asked if I wanted a cuppa but I said we were okay and would head off. She filled the kettle and watching her dance and squirm at the sound of the running water was lovely. Matty appeared in the kitchen doorway a couple of minutes later looking very relieved. I expected to dash upstairs but instead she asked if he felt better. He nodded and said how glorious it was. She asked him if he wanted a cuppa and he too said he was fine and said we had better head home. She showed us to the door and we stood on the doorstep talking about how nice it had been seeing her and we planned that we would have to go shopping one day. As we were chatting she was shifting from foot to foot and squirming and then without shame stuck her hand her skirt and held herself. I could see Matty was taken aback at the sudden motion. She hugged us both and said “I don’t want to seem rude and seem like I’m pushing you away but I’m about to wee myself so I will have to say goodbye. We said goodbye and she went back inside. I giggled at Matty who looked at me and said “well that was sudden”. I told him what she had said in the kitchen and he then understood. About five minutes after setting off I started to realise I should have probably used her bathroom as well before we left as my bladder was now feeling very desperate and full of cider. I told Matty and he smiled. As we walked along my bladder filled and got more desperate and soon I was busting for a wee and having to stop every so often and squeeze my legs. We were heading towards a park and I said I would have to stop in one of the bushes and have a wee because I was getting close to wetting my knickers. As we got closer to the park I started to dribble and they soon turned to leaks. We reached the park and I saw a very inviting bush and as I was about to go over to it Matty grabbed my hand and shook his head. He said I wasn’t allowed to do that and we were going to carry on walking home. Being told I wasn’t allowed to pee turned me on like crazy and I accepted my fate and we continued. Every few steps a dribble would escape into my knickers and a leak would follow. It was getting harder to hold and I kept having to stop and cross my legs to keep from losing all control. Walking up the hill to our village was so hard and by the time we were halfway up I had trails of pee running down my legs and had my hand firmly pressed into my aching pussy. Another five minutes passed and I had started spurting uncontrollably. My bladder was so so full and needed to empty and it was so hard to hold on but it felt incredible to deny her the relief she craved. A few more steps and I felt it, I was about to burst and no matter what I did I couldn’t hold it. I stopped walking and told Matty that I couldn’t wait anymore. The road up to our village is wooded on one side and he suddenly pushed me into the tree line, put his hand up my skirt and moved my hand away and replaced it with his. The sudden shock made me lose control and I just leaned against him moaning as relief washed over me. The feeling of my pee pooling around his hand felt amazing and after what seemed like forever my bladder emptied and I was left feeling so relieved. He pulled his hand out and licked my pee off them. We walked back out onto the road and walked home and had a shower before going to bed. The perfect end to such a fun night. xxx
  13. They haven't noticed yet. None of the other Akatsuki members have realized that Deidara has an...unusual interest. It's not like they haven't got weird kinks of their own-Hidan seems to get off on killing, and Sasori's into pseudo necroplhilia. Deidara's thing isn't that strange, by comparison. The youngest member of the Akatsuki would never tell anyone, but he loves the feeling of desperation, the squirming, the loss of control when he finally can't hold it anymore, and the warm wetness that comes afterward. So far, no one's caught him, but Sasori once walked into his room as he was doing a hold. The blond had been just about to lose control, but he was forced to hold it for even longer while he talked to the puppet master. He began wetting the instant Sasori left. Ever since then, Deidara's made sure to lock his door every time he indulges in his fetish. This time, though, he can't, mostly because there's no door to lock. Deidara has been holding it since he got up, and now he's a 9/10, easy. The artist whimpers and rubs his thighs together, wishing that this stupid mission was over already so he could go. It isn't even a real mission! Pain just wants Tobi out of his hair, and Deidara's watching him to make sure he doesn't do something stupid...more stupid than usual, anyway. They're finally on their way back, and as soon as the door's in sight, he's running as fast as he can with such an uncomfortably full bladder, occasionally reaching down to hold himself. The instant he gets to his room, Deidara slams the door shut and sits down with his legs spread wide. He relaxes his muscles and massages his lower abdomen, panting as he does so. The effect is immediate. Urine gushes from his body, soaking his pants and making a puddle underneath him. Deidara moans loudly, tilting his head back, and puts his fingers over his already-soaking crotch so he can feel the hot liquid escaping him. It takes almost a full minute to empty himself, and when he's finished, he finds that he needs a different kind of relief. "Ah...ah...o-oh..." Itachi Uchiha expects to hear explosions from Deidara's room, not lewd moaning. His curiosity gets the better of him, and he carefully opens the door to see what the hell is going on in there. The stoic young man's eyes widen in surprise-he probably won't forget this anytime soon. Deidara is sitting in a large puddle of urine, his Akatsuki robes tossed on the bed, pants unzipped and (rather small) penis held in his hands. He cries out as the mouth on his left hand wraps itself around his length and begins to suck. Watching the smaller boy get himself off is making Itachi's own pants feel rather tight, and he unconsciously begins to rub himself through his clothes. After only a few more moments, Deidara shrieks and falls back as he comes into his hand-mouth. Itachi leaves quickly, not wanting the blond to notice him standing there. When he gets back to his own room, he takes care of his own "problem" as quickly as possible, moaning Deidara's name as he climaxes. A/N: I also published this on my FanFiction.net account, OverlyCheerfulRat.
  14. A couple has a pee holding contest where the loser has to kiss the other's feet. First half is mostly them drinking up, but there's some nice desperation in the second half. Especially by the girl after her boyfriend gives up and she has to wait for him to finish in the bathroom. KISSING MY GIRLFRIENDS FEET!! (PUNISHMENT) TRY NOT TO PEE CHALLENGE!!.mp4
  15. I finally did it! I soaked my pants and shoes at a gas station while cleaning out my car. To my right is the free-standing car wash (I was parked next to the vacuums) and to my left are gas pumps and the convenience store on-site. There were cars coming in and out of the pump area, but my car did well to block me. Luckily no one had to us the car wash- I would've been seen for sure! Enjoy Public Gas Station.m4v The aftermath:
  16. Hey guys <3 So I went to bed padded last night and when I woke up I realised that my protection had been needed. Oops. So I was feeling quite naughty and thought I'd snap some pictures for you guys. As you'll see I didn't totally soak myself but my protection definitely came in handy. Hope you guys enjoy <3
  17. Hello, I'm Dan. I'm new(ish) around here. Please be kind, you are all my heroes. I'm really into seeing girls pee themselves but I am also partial to the odd wetting myself. I've never had the pleasure of the company of a woman that enjoys male wetting. I was wondering if any ladies here are into this aspect of wetting and, if so, what clothes they enjoy seeing guys wet? I'm not into guys but welcome any responses on the topic. Why ever not? I often wet when I ride my bike as I really enjoy peeing in my cycling shorts. Feels good Anyway, sorry for not introducing myself properly and apologies if this has been posted before. No doubt it has, but hey. Have a wet one, Dan x
  18. I hope everyone here can help me out. I've been trying to add clips and screenshots to the new Pee Movie Database of adult men peeing in their pants. If you know a scene, please let me know (PLEASE let me know also the episode and time it appears if you can. Thanks!) Here are some places that show what I've already collected: https://omorashi.online/pmd/wetness http://mikisit.tumblr.com/tagged/shows http://mikisit.tumblr.com/tagged/movies
  19. Welcome everybody! Night of the Omorashi is an Interactive Story-Game with only one goal... to survive! Game/Story Mechanics As we go through the game, there will be many mechanics, but the most important ones are: Health - The lifeblood of our character. Make sure it stays above 0 though, or its game over! Stamina - As we do actions, our stamina will decrease. Be careful if it gets too low though because you will need it if you get into a pinch. Likewise, when our character sleeps or is doing nothing our stamina will increase. Bladder - Shouldn't need much explanation... it is what we are all here for after all ;). Our Maximum Capacity will vary depending on a combination of our Health, Stamina and the situation we find ourselves in... so be careful Hunger/Thirst - Throughout the story, our character will need to eat and drink! Don't worry though, By keeping this stat maintained you will be able to keep your Health, Stamina and Bladder up. In addition certain foods and drinks can provide unique bonuses! Inventory - Every game needs some sort of inventory! Our inventory is based off of slots with all the items we carry taking up a slot. These slots however are not hard limits, we can carry over them but going over will incur hits to our stamina In addition to this, this we also have several other passive mechanics and statistics which don't need to be micro-managed like the above. These will come up from time to time, but I will make sure to mention their rules every time they show up. Actions & Voting Rules As in other Interactive Stories, as we go through the plot, there will be default options to bring you give you some immediate ideas of what can be done, but ultimately everything that our character(s) do is up to you, the players. As the auther/GM I will be giving you guys enough time to debate and select what you want to do and won't begin the following sequence until either enough people have voted, a clear majority has passed, or until a set time limit. Votes will be tallied by a simple democratic majority and if you guys wish, you may even choose multiple things to do. =========================================================================================================================== =========================================================================================================================== Character Creation Like every good game, we start by creating our character. Be careful, Every option here will effect the game in some capacity either through increased/decreased capabilities or different scenarios Choice One: Difficulty Level / Bladder Capacity - Easy (High Bladder Capacity) - Medium (Moderate Bladder Capacity) - Hard (Low Bladder Capacity) Choice Two: Select our Gender - Male - Female (Recommended) Choice Three: Select our Age Range (Effects starting location) - Teen (18) (Recommended) - Adult (24) Choice Four: Select our Focus - Intelligence (Has more options available at their disposal with a higher chance of being able to successfully pull them off) - Physique (Higher Stamina and Health) Choice Five: What do we look like? - Hair Length/Style: (Short/Long) - Natural Hair Colour: (Blonde/Brunette/Red/Auburn/Black) - Eye Colour: (Blue/Brown/Green/ect) - Height: Tall/Short - Bust Size: (Large/Medium/Small) - Clothing Optional: Anything else you may want An example may be if you have a specific name you would like... maybe you want us to have a certain quirk. This choice is completely optional and is all up to you. If nobody selects anything, no worry I have defaults all planned out. - Name - Quirks - Underwear Colour - Favourite Colour - Phobias
  20. male

    Chapter Text This takes place after the Deadlock gang is disbanded by Overwatch, so Jesse is seventeen and technically a minor. Nothing is sexual, but I mean, if that makes you uncomfortable just look away. This is multichapter, and there will probably be more than just Omo, but i won't post anything without warning. ----- Jesse sat in his chair, a scowl seemingly permanently etched into his face. He leaned back in the chair that was provided, propping one foot up on the bolted down table. He seemed content to sit there angrily for a bit before he looked up at the one way window against one side of the room. “Are you gonna come in here or what. I’m not gonna start talking on my own; yer just pissin’ me off.” There was no response. “I know your fucking watching me. Even if it’s just one of you. That or there’s a fuckign camera on the room.” There was no way that they’d just let a criminal go un supervised. A slight crackle came on over the intercom for the holding cell. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t cuss so much. My twelve year old daughter is here.” His face flushed, “What? She’s been here the whole time?” “Yes. Would you like to meet her?” He scrunched up his face, “I’m good. Why the hell are you bringing your kid to work? Especially if you work at a place like this?” There was no response that time. He rolled his eyes. “Oh, so now that I’ve pointed out your parenting flaws, you don’t want to talk?” Jesse huffed once more and leaned back further in the chair. Moments later, the door to the room swung open to reveal a younger woman, maybe about forty, followed by a twelve year old. “I didn’t hear your response, so I brought her any way.” He frowned, “You’re only bringing her in here because I’m young, right?’ She tilted her head slightly. “What do you mean?” He finally lowered the feet of his chair to the ground. “You wouldn’t let your precious little angel near any of the other of the Deadlock would you? I’m young, you think I haven’t ever ogled a girl or raped one.” The girl sneered at him but stayed where she was, relatively behind her mother. Her mother frowned, “I wouldn’t get in the habit of putting words in other people’s mouths if I were you. It might get you into trouble.” She walked further into the room, her shoulders pulled back from her body and her head held high. She took the seat across from him. “You’re seventeen, right?” The younger girl followed her, keeping her own back straight and looking just as in charge, but she looked far more scared. She sat down as well, but she looked like she wanted to leave. He sneered at the two of them instead of answering. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve been your age. And I’m guessing no one in your group was your age either.” She gave an almost unwarranted chuckle, “I don’t have to guess, I saw them. They’re all almost as old as me.” He kept silent. She tilted her head, smiling a little, “You were so talkative a moment ago. What happened?” Jesse scoffed, “You weren’t in the room before.” “Huh. I thought it was your intention to get me in here to get you talking.” “Well I ain’t gonna say shit to you. You’re gonna use anything I say against me.” “Smart one. So would you say my presence is making it harder for you to open up as to why you murdered all those people and transported international contraband?” “If I say yes, will you leave?” “Maybe. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I mostly wanted to introduce you to my daughter. She’s probably the first person you’ve seen anywhere close to your age in a while.” She looked to her daughter and nudged her with her elbow. “Say hi, Fareeha.” Fareeha scrunched up her nose. “I’m good.” Jesse scowled, raising an eyebrow. “Not good enough for you?” The older woman rolled her eyes. “Now that you two know each other--” He cut her off. “Please. Don’t talk about me as if you know me.” She only smiled in response, but her eyes screamed ‘Not this edgy teenagter bullshit again.’ Instead, she only said, “I know enough, Jesse.” He fell silent seeing as that was the first time she said his name. She was silent for a moment as if waiting for him to say anything. When he didn't speak, she continued. “I’m not going to ask you anything right now. There were a lot of people in your group so we’re stretched a little thin, and I want to focus most of our efforts on your leaders. You’re a small fry, a junior member. You can see why I’m not concerned with getting information out of you.” His scowl grew deeper, if possible. “I know shit.” “I’m sure you do. Don’t be offended, I have a special interest in you too. But we’re going to keep you here and someone will be watching you at all times.” “Do you have enough employees for that?” She gave another roll of the eyes. “I’m sure I do. You’ll mostly be with Blackwatch mostly anyway. Any other questions?” “Yeah.” He shifted idly in his seat. “What’s the chance of me getting out of here?” Fareeha gave him an incredulous look. “Did you just ask if there was any way you could escape?” Hs glared at her for a brief moment. “Not like that. Is there any reason at all that you would ever let me out of this small room. Like to walk around or to get food or anything like that.” The older woman answered him this time. “No, absolutely not. Despite your age you are still a criminal, and you can’t walk around freely, or even really with our agents with you. Plus, I find it better to deprive you of certain things; it makes you more open to talk. It won’t be that long before you get moved to prison anyway. We just need to get our information.” Jesse huffed and flopped against the back of his chair. “Well good luck getting through to the boss.” She gave him a genuine smile. “Thanks. If you have any more concerns ask to see Ana.” She stood up and walked out of the room. Fareeha followed closely, her sundress fluttering softly. Jesse sighed softly and let himself fall silent. There was no point in whining when there was no one to listen. Well, there might have been someone listening, but he didn’t want to talk anyway. Instead, he sat in silence, focussing on anything but the growing silence and the budding discomfort that settled heavily in his lower abdomen. It was only a few hours before he was fidgeting lightly. He glanced towards the one sided window. “Hey. What happens when I need to piss?” He hoped that there was someone there and he wasn’t talking to no one like an idiot. Sure enough, the intercom buzzed to life, “Then you hold it. You’re a big boy.” There was a slight accent to the gruff voice that answered him almost immediately. He frowned. “It’s been some time since y’all arrested me. And I have no idea when I’m going to get out of here, what if I can’t be a big boy? Are you going to put me in time out?” “You’re already there.” He scoffed. “Then what? Are you gonna spank me?” “If a holding cell is time out for people like you, do you really want to be spanked?” the voice paused, as if waiting for an answer. “Yeah. Now shut up.” He rolled his eyes and fell silent, thought that only lasted for a few minutes. “Hey. Are y’all gonna feed me?” Again, the gruff, man’s voice filled the room. “No. Stop whining.” “What else am I supposed to do?” “Stare at the wall and think about what you’ve done. This is time out isn’t it?” Jesse sighed and went back to staring at the wall, willing himself not to fidget in front of this already grumpy man assigned to look after him and for his boss and whoever else was being questioned, which was apparently everyone but him to give quick honest answers. Most of all, he willed himself not to piss himself like a kid. For the entirety of that day he had eaten beans but mostly he had drank a whole lot of water. He sat and waited. Waited for what? He wasn't quite sure. Maybe to be carted away or released, or for the boss to get him, or for the woman to come back. Mostly he was waiting for himself to fall apart and accept that this was reality now. That came eventually. The falling apart, that is. Without much warning, piss started gushing from his crotch. He hadn't made much of an effort to stop it in an attempt to not look desperate for the past hour. So without the helpful squeezes of his hand of the thigh clenching, there was nothing stopping the flood gates. The urine beaded up ever so slightly on top of his soaked crotch before trickling down onto the seat of the metal chair only to be absorbed by the fabric on the butt of his jeans. Eventually, it was even too much for that. The slightly yellow puddle leaked to the back of his thighs then fell off the chair, making some noise as it splattered onthe floor. His cheeks were hot with tears and the blush that undoubtedly stained his tanned skinned. He wasn't full out sobbing or anything, but this wasn't pleasant. God, he was glad he was alone. Just as that thought crossed his mind, the slight crackle of audio and electricity alerted him of a witness he forgot about. There was a soft ‘What the fuck.’ In that same voice that was probably not entirely directed at him, then a more clear, “Hey kid, you okay?” Jesse remained silent, willing the tears that had collected to go away. The intercom didn't shut off, allowing him to hear the voice call for backup. It shut off just a bit later. Nearly ten minutes after he pissed himself, the door to the cell opened to reveal two men, one blond, one almost completely shaved. Both were frowning. The darker stepped forward, speaking in the same voice from overhead, “You need to shower.” When Jesse didn't move, he sighed and grabbed his upper arm and hoisted him to his feet, throwing the wet chair back a bit too. Once he was standing, he cuffed his hands together. “Sorry bout this, but you're still a criminal. And I don't doubt your ability to do damage when you want.” The blond spoke up, “You afraid of a piss soaked pipsqueak, Gabe?” “Ask the people he killed that, Jack.” A hand still on his upper arm, he lead the teenager out of the holding cell, presumably to the showers. Jesse avoided eye contact with both men, and he sure as hell didn't say anything. Once in a room very similar to a locker room, the handcuffs were removed. “Undress and shower.” He looked both men up and down, his gut twisting up. “Can't you spare me some privacy?” The one called Jack scowled, “What, so you can find a weapon and attack us while we're vulnerable.” He blinked slowly, breathing deeply. A headache was already starting to form from getting as worked up over this as he was. “What could I even use?” “Like I'm going to give you ideas.” “Well, can you just take a step back? I'm vulnerable here too.” He rolled his eyes. “Disrobe and shower. If I have to tell you again, you're not going to shower.” He added, “Even letting you shower now is giving you too much,” under his breath. Jesse frowned and closed his eyes for a moment, a wave of vague dizziness washing over him for a moment. He didn't know why, but it passed. “Please.” His voice had gone softer, and even softer than that, he spoke one last bit, “I just want to go home?” His brows furrowed in anger. “Oh you want to go home? What about everyone who you and your fucking posse are keeping here for questioning? Or all the people you robbed out of home? Or all the people you killed who can never go home and see their family ever again? But you want to go home? Well guess what, kid? You don't have anywhere to go but a max security where you're going to rot for the rest of your days in hell, where you belong.” His face crumpled at that, as did his body. His legs collapsed, allowing his wet thighs to press against his calves and his knees against his chest he crossed his arms around his abdomen and buried his red, tear streaked face in his knees, unable to even look at the men anymore. “I know!” He wailed. Gabe sighed out of disgust for both the men in the room with him. He touched his earpiece, unseen to the now sobbing teenager in front of him. “Ana, I need you in the men's locker room in hall D.” There was a pause before he spoke again. “It's self explanatory if you come here. It's about the kid you were interested in.”
  21. Another male wetting. Sorry, but that's what I am. I stand in the shower cubicle and piss my old shorts. If anybody knows how to shift this into the amateur wetting section, where I thought I was putting it, please either let me know or just shift it. Wetting my legs.mpg
  22. piss

    No, this isn't me. It's someone after my own heart, though. It's male wetting, and I've put it up partly because of comments regretting the shortage of male content. I don't think it's copyright. I can't remember where I found it, but it's clearly amateur and the man's enjoying every drop. Shorts 2.flv
  23. Yes the title is uncreative but whatever your objection is invalid. OK, so why the fuck are there absolutely no Pirates of the Caribbean omo stories out there, at all!? Seriously what is wrong with some people...I am rectifying that right here, right now! The first POTC omorashi story EVER (at least the first one made public, I don't know what people have written and kept to themselves). I am makin' history, dudes. It takes place during the second film, and as requested by LucyVersion2.0, there will be slash. Anyways, on with the first part. - "Lord Beckett. The prisoner as ordered, sir." The Port Royal guard addressed his Cutler as he escorted Will Turner into the headquarters. Will was understandably agitated; he was supposed to be having a wedding today, and yet this whole legal thing with Jack Sparrow had to come up. "It's Captain Jack Sparrow," Will heard that annoying voice in his head and saw that satisfied smirk. He blinked a couple of times to shake himself out of it. Now was not the time to think about that pirate idiot who had gotten him and Elizabeth into this mess. Granted, had it not been for that pirate adventure Will and Elizabeth may not have bonded as much as they did, but that wasn't important right now. Cutler Beckett gestured toward the manacles the guards had put Will in when all this had started. "That won't be necessary," he said. So, the guard removed them as Beckett poured some liquor into a glass. For some reason, this action made Will feel slightly uncomfortable, though he couldn't quite place why. He didn't have much time to ponder it though, as Beckett had started to discuss the current issue. "The East India Trading Company has need of your services. We wish for you to act as our agent in a business transaction with our mutual friend: Captain Sparrow." Friend? Ha. As if. That dude was more annoying than fucking Barbossa, and that was saying something. "More acquaintance than friend," Will concluded out loud. "How do you know him?" "We've had dealings in the past," Beckett answered. "And we've each left our mark...on the other." Mark? "What mark did he leave on you?" "By your efforts Jack Sparrow was set free. I would like you to go to him, and recover a certain property in his possession." "Recover. At the point of a sword?" "Bargain!" Beckett answered as a walked over to a table with a wooden box on it. Opening it, he continued. "Letters of Marque. You will offer what amounts to a full pardon. Jack will be free, a privateer in the employ of England." Really? First of all, Will was annoyed beyond belief that he had to go talk to Jack again, after being 90% sure he was done with seeing that guy. And secondly, things were probably not going to go the way Beckett expected. "Somehow I doubt Jack will consider employment the same as being free," he said. "Freedom. Jack Sparrow is a dying breed. The world is shrinking, the blank pages of the map filled in. Jack must find his place in the new world or perish. Not unlike you, Mister Turner. You and your fiancee face the hangman's noose." "So you get Jack and the Black Pearl." "The Black Pearl?" "The property you want that he possesses." "A ship? Hardly. The item in question's considerably smaller and far more valuable. Something Sparrow keeps on his person at all times. A compass. Ah, you know it. Bring back that Compass, or there's no deal." Beckett sipped on his liquor, again giving Will that strange discomfort he felt earlier. - Will had decided that before leaving, he should find Elizabeth in the prison she was being kept in and fill her in on the deal he made with Beckett. After doing so and promising he would marry her upon returning, he set off for Tortuga to find Jack. Ugh, this was not fun. And things were made even less fun when Will realized too late that the weird feeling he had earlier was because he had to pee. But by this point he was already a few miles out of port, so he saw little point in turning back. Besides, he had the world's shyest bladder, so he wasn't in the mood for using any public bathroom. He decided he'd wait till he got home...or something like that. Upon reaching Tortuga, Will encountered a group of people who were happy to answer about Jack. "Captain Jack Sparrow? Owes me four doubloons. Heard he was dead," a sailor responded. "Singapore. That's what I heard," a fisherman added. "Drunk with a smile on his face. Sure as the tide, Jack Sparrow...will turn up in Singapore." "Jack Sparrow!" a blonde girl by the name of Giselle explained. "I haven't seen him in a month," said her redhead friend Scarlett. "When you find him, will you give him a message?" Giselle asked Will before slapping his face. The impact jarred his bladder slightly so he took a couple steps to calm it down before consulting a shrimper on the dock, who was mending nets for his next catch. "Cannot say about Jack Sparrow. But dere's a island, just south of de straits, where I trade spice for...mmm...delicious long pork. Cannot say about Jack. But you find a ship dere. A ship wit' black sails." From there the two set off for Cannibal Island, the supposed location of Jack's Black Pearl. By this point, Will was becoming more aggravated by being constantly surrounded by water, but he wasn't terribly desperate yet, so it wasn't too big of a deal. He just had to tap his foot casually on the ride there, nothing more. "My brother will take you ashore," the shrimper explained, and said brother started to row Will toward the shore of the island, only to suddenly stop. "What's wrong?" Will asked him. The beach is right there." "Ne bougeais pas, c'est trop dangereux," the shrimper's brother answered. "What?" Will had never learned French. He was a poor blacksmith, after all. "Je ne peux, c'est trop dangereux, j'avais le dit. Bon voyage, monsieur." This left Will to have to swim ashore himself. Aargh, this was not ideal right now. His strokes grew rather awkward as he had to cross his legs underwater. After what felt like an eternity, he reached the shore of the damned island and climbed up onto the beach by the Black Pearl. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and shifted slightly to stave off the urge to piss. Once he felt more comfortable, he called for Jack, and his crew, only to not receive any answers. He wandered into the nearby jungle to look for him, only to find Cotton's parrot flying onto a stump. "Ah! A familiar face!" Sure, it was a parrot, but that was better than nothing. "Rawk! Don't eat me!" the bird replied. What? Where'd it get that? "I'm not gonna eat you," Will told it. But the bird persisted; "Don't eat me! No! Don't eat me! Akkk!" Will continued searching, and after a while, found Gibbs' canteen trailing a long string. He followed it to a tree, and was suddenly ambushed by cannibals, and left hanging upside-down from a rope. Definitely not the best position to be in for his current situation, he noticed in annoyance. Luckily, he was able to fend off the cannibals with his sword before one of them shot a dart into his neck, knocking him out. - And I think here is a good place to end it for now. Not too much from this part, but the next bit is going to start deviating from the original story a bit more. I mean, I kind of have to, the whole omorashi thing isn't canon to the actual movie Let me know if you have any suggestions for either this particular story, or more stories to come. I'm starting to fulfill really old requests that I kinda forgot about, lol. But yes, feedback would be nice. See you dudes later.
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    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.
  25. 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