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    First of all I'd like to start this off by introducing this lovely girl I know. Let's call her... S. S is a girl full of fantasies as well as a lust to explore what is yet unknown to her, to a certain extent. We initially got in touch with eachother in a rather innocent way, as it had nothing to do with any of our kinks what so ever. After a while of having talked to eachother we began talking about what we both enjoyed, and surprisingly I decided to yet keep this kink that I have a secret - for now. Eventually we reached a point where we were comfortable enough to talk about any- and everything and oh boy did we crack open some delicate topics! One of these topics lead to this experience as well as the pictures listed below. The topic we decided to explore was under the Sub/Dom category and involved controlling her... I saw this as a sneaky oppertunity to 'coincidentally' introduce her to the kink which I haved had ever since I was a child - Holding, as I'm sure many if not every one on this form knows of. She was a bit nervous and uncomfortable about it, until the inevitable ending occured; her not being able to hold it any longer and having to give in. She fell in love with this kink and we have since then explored it far more and I will definitely be sure to throw in a few more stories and possibly even pictures of her, as she is very eager to explore further and hear what people have to say! I'll be sure to return some other time with more content - but for now this is all I have to contribute. Have a wonderfully wet weekend, folks. - Mr Strangerous. For those that are curious I can confirm that her age is indeed over 18.
  2. A/N: Discrete or secret wettings are my absolute favorite kind. I had a messy year, a bad breakup and barely enough time to blink. I got the entire Dragon Ball Z series on DVD for Christmas and it made me so nostalgic. So I thought why not write a discrete wetting fic starring my favorite character? Here is the result. xxx Formal debriefings were the bane of Vegeta’s existence. He dressed for the occasion via his blue spandex like skinsuit, white boots, white gloves, white Saiyan armor with a codpiece and tassets and a cape to top it off. The cape was black on the inside and deep red on the outside. It fell to his ankles, signifying his royal roots as the prince of all Saiyans. Vegeta tapped the device suctioned to his ear. The tiny green screen over his left eye told him the time. He kept his scouter’s clock set two minutes fast. Damn. Not much time to achieve more than the appearance of looking fresh after hours in space. Getting word of the debriefing immediately after a mission made it all the more annoying. Vegeta scarcely had enough time to wash up, smooth out his flame shaped black hair, get into clean attire and make his way to Frieza’s boardroom. He spent twelve hours traveling in space via his attack ball and wanted to walk around a bit to stretch his legs. He hadn’t taken a piss in almost fourteen hours. His bladder had filled slowly during that time. While the urge to pee wasn’t urgent yet, the chilly temperature of the base made him obnoxiously aware of it. Why did he opt for the warm weather skinsuit instead of the more insulated cool weather one? Debriefings after landing were annoying for another reason: A lack of sleep. The cushy chairs Vegeta, Frieza, Zarbon and Dodoria got to sit in were comfortable enough to make him nod off if he got too bored. Falling asleep in debriefings was the height of rudeness. Vegeta stopped at a service station to grab a fizzy white caffeinated concoction with a vaguely fruity flavor. The high concentration caffeine content would wake him up. He finished it just prior to entering the large boardroom and chucked the cup into the vacuum trash sconce mounted inside the door. The boardroom had concave crystalline purple walls and a glossy black floor. Large conical light fixtures lined the mirrored ceiling to bathe the room with blue-white light. A black and gold marble table the size of a small closet was the room’s centerpiece. Four specially molded chairs denoted the head of the table. Lesser peoples’ chairs were positioned in rows starting six feet away from the head of the table. Vegeta’s chair placed him near the upper right hand corner. Right next to a whirring generator that ran the lights. Vegeta took a seat on the thick, plush cushioned golden chair made specially to his measurements. The ornate metal backing came halfway up his back. He swept his cape out from under him to avoid the satin getting wrinkled and plopped down on the velvety black cushion. Gaps under the arms of the seat gave his tassets room to spread out instead of bunching up in awkward positions. The seat itself rested atop a thick silver pillar. All other chairs had thinner cushions and were egg shaped instead of contoured to individual bodies. Vegeta was the only other person besides Frieza, Zarbon and Dodoria allowed to sit at the very head of the rectangular table. Not even the Ginyu Force got such an honor, and Vegeta loved rubbing that in their faces when Frieza wasn’t looking. The caffeine hit Vegeta’s bloodstream as others filed in. He went from yawning and struggling to stay awake to bright eyed alertness. Vegeta saw Nappa storm in. Not good, somebody had to wake him up to tell him about the debriefing and Nappa didn’t take kindly to that. He was huge, all muscles with a bushy Saiyan tail and undisguised displeasure on his aging face. Sweat beaded on his bald head. Behind him, bushy haired Raditz strutted along with a salacious swish of his Saiyan tail. He was huge too…all muscles, long hair and mischievous eyes. Vegeta often felt tiny next to them. Sure, he was shorter than average for a Saiyan, however it wasn’t by much. He acknowledged his fellow Saiyans with a nod as they took the two seats closest to the head of the table. Both Saiyans wore standard issue black armor over black skinsuit shorts. They just got seated when they were uprooted from their chosen spot by the obnoxious Ginyu Force. Those five jackasses annoyed everyone, and the only thing saving their lives was their disgustingly high power levels. Raditz and Nappa moved over, angrily protesting the whole way. Two more figures appeared in the door. Zarbon was the tall, pretty soldier with pale blue-green skin who wore his emerald green hair in a long braid. White and purple baubles dangled off his ears and adorned his forehead. His golden eyes scanned the room with an air of disdain that turned to hatred when they met Vegeta’s. Zarbon hated it when Vegeta wore his cape because he despised his own cape being upstaged. Next came Dodoria, the obese yet muscular pink alien covered in spiky knobs like some sort of coral. Blue Saiyan style armor adorned his stocky body. His beady eyes scanned the room too and the wheezing sounds of his heavy breathing became a growl when a panicked late soldier rushed into the boardroom to snag a seat. A long shadow with a sideways horn on each side of its head stretched across the floor. The commotion in the room suddenly died. From chaos to silence in a mere second. The shadow shrank and shrank. Hardly anyone breathed when they looked upon the reptilian humanoid making his entrance on delicate three toed feet. Frieza slipped into the boardroom with his chin up and his fists tucked nonchalantly behind his back. His long, armored tail swished behind him. It was absurd to see people quivering at someone tinier than Vegeta. He didn’t look powerful at all. He was four feet tall and scrawny, his compact dark pink body only vaguely muscular. That disgusting little creature possessed the ability to annihilate entire solar systems with a flick of his wrist. Nappa, Raditz and Vegeta knew this all too well because it was Frieza who destroyed their home planet. One cold glance of Frieza’s narrow red eyes was rumored to cause weaker beings to die of fright on the spot. Vegeta stood up to bow. Being diplomatic kept him in Frieza’s good graces. He hoped to stay there until the day he was strong enough to kill the little bastard. Frieza dismissed Vegeta’s bow with a careless wave of his manicured hand. The lights played off his shiny purple armor and horns. He was all black lipped smiles and his long reptilian tail rested gently on the floor. All his body language indicated he wasn’t in a killing mood. Not right then, at least. The weakest, wimpiest soldiers in the room shifted nervously. They were cannon fodder, often used as sheer numbers to overwhelm opponents like swarms of stinging insects. Their presence was a reminder of the order of the universe. Either someone was in the Planet Trade Organization, or they were dead. People who never heard of it usually ended up vaporized. Everyone sat when Frieza did. Now for the most tedious part of debriefings: Listening to soldiers or entire teams speak at length about discoveries. The PTO was an expanding business. Frieza liked to grab as much territory and resources as possible to keep competitors away. Three hours into the debriefing was the first time Vegeta regretted the caffeinated beverage. Now his bladder made its fullness known. A minor, yet annoying discomfort that kept stealing his attention. He shifted on his chair and rested his hands on his knees. A soldier with a thick, gurgly voice detailed the discovery of problematic black hole near a solar system Frieza recently conquered. Vegeta paid full attention to that report. It was the last one to get his undivided awareness. His focus kept defaulting to the growing ache in his abdomen. He rubbed his knees and leaned forward, hoping to at least appear like he was listening. Then he had to lean back and his first truly painful twinge froze him in place. Okay, sitting ramrod straight wasn’t going to work. He opted for leaning back on the chair’s backing, sighing in annoyance. Raditz texted him via scouter. “What’s with the squirms, Vegeta?” Vegeta pushed his scouter’s control button in a coded fashion and lied in his reply. “My scouter keeps getting feedback. It’s an obsolete piece of shit.” A shrug from Raditz was the only sympathy he got. Other people began displaying signs of discomfort. Nappa kept rubbing his stomach. He wasn’t subtle about his distress. Vegeta saw Frieza glance at him once or twice. The tyrant’s black lips tightened. That was dangerous. Vegeta texted Nappa. “Frieza noticed you. Stop squirming or you’re dead.” Nappa folded his arms over his stomach and sat still again. His malcontent reminded Vegeta of his own. The mild pee urges from his bladder were intensifying thanks to the stupid caffeine. Years of learning to mask all outward signals of pain and discomfort were the only thing saving him from the others noticing his increasing need for a bathroom. Three white haired people with beaks and mottled orange skin addressed Frieza via a simultaneous choreographed bow. Their presentation included holographic images of water geysers on a pockmarked moon. NOT something Vegeta wanted to see right now! His bladder gave an agonizing contraction and a thin dribble of piss escaped his soft uncut cock, which was propped upward by the fabric of his skinsuit. The warmth oozed down his shaft to his balls. More pain stabbed his abdomen. Instinct forced him to clench his muscles and keep hanging on through the painful bladder spasms. He jiggled his left leg a few times, occasionally tapping on his scouter to keep up the feedback charade because he was not going to risk getting killed for excessive fidgeting. An hour went by with Frieza’s lesser troops reporting back from their scout missions. Vegeta allowed himself a momentary scissoring of his legs to feign working out a cramp. He saw some other soldiers wiggling their legs and shifting their weight. He smirked when he saw ever flamboyant Zarbon frowning and showing signs of mild discomfort. Frieza looked totally unperturbed. His species didn’t pee because they shed most of their wastes through gas exchange while breathing. That was the problem behind such obnoxiously long debriefings. Frieza could not fathom the discomfort of needing a bathroom or why some people were able to wait longer than others. Vegeta’s pondering caused a lapse in concentration. His bladder contracted. The pain was intense like a too tight belt around his waist. A large spurt of pee escaped him the same time Frieza called his name. “Vegeta, what were your findings on planet Kale?” “The natives are weaklings and will be easy to eradicate.” Vegeta replied smoothly. He shifted subtly on the chair to plant his elbow on the armrest and lay his cheek against his palm. The pose gave the illusion of bored haughtiness. Misdirection was the only trick he had left. His bladder ached with another spasm. He leaked again, a thin trickle that hurt to clench off. He forced his limbs to look more relaxed as his torso got more tense. His voice remained steady, hinting at nothing of his agonizing inner struggle. “Preliminary scans suggest extreme geological activity near the south pole. There are plenty of carbon deposits to convert into fuel. The problem is that section of the planet is a vast ocean.” He gushed again, this time full force. He heard it hiss as he regained control and thanked the stars his proximity to the clunky generator powering the room lights covered the sound from everyone but him. His muscles were tiring. He dug his ass into the seat slightly in a final attempt to hang on. “It shouldn’t take more than a week of undersea drilling to get the best carbon deposits. I think -” Pain shot through him and he felt himself slowly dribbling little drops of pee. The individual droplets leaking through the opening of his foreskin tickled slightly as they soaked into the wet fabric of his skinsuit or ran down underneath his balls to wet the cushion he sat on. Trying to clench his muscles made it hurt worse. He did it anyway. Vegeta cleared his throat to cover the lapse in his speech. “I think we should get started before Kale moves too close to its sun. Summer is high tide for that area and it persists until autumn. The drilling equipment will fare better while the tide is low.” He hesitated through another twinge and expertly made it appear to be a dramatic pause. His pelvic floor muscles bore down. He shifted his weight a tiny bit to the right while making a sweeping gesture at the room. “We will have to move quickly. Kale’s summer lasts approximately two hundred days.” His bladder spasmed painfully and the slow dribble became a thin though steady stream. Vegeta halted his pee again by leaning backwards slightly. All without losing his mask of aloofness. More bearing down spasms caused him to tense his legs. He realized he was slouching in a most unprofessional posture and scooted his bottom backwards in the seat to sit up properly. “The south pole’s high tide coincides with summer. That will mean added water pressure and possible equipment malfunctions.” Piss suddenly exploded out of him in a turbulent ribbon shaped spray. Full force, totally uncontrollable. Warmth splashed back against his pubic hair and poured a tiny waterfall down his shaft to create a lake under his balls. The cushion got warm as it absorbed his pee and he realized it wasn’t going to patter on the floor after all. The gurgling hiss as his stream sprayed the fabric of his skinsuit sounded so loud in his ears, yet the generator behind him saved his dignity. Embarrassed, he kept talking without a hint of his situation showing through in his face or voice. “Winter is no better. The weather patterns freeze everything solid. Icy conditions will cause too much interference. Currently, it is springtime on Kale’s south pole…” The hissing noise waxed and waned as his muscles rhythmically bore down to help his bladder force the pee out. He maintained perfect composure, grateful for his armor codpiece, his cape and the cushion he sat on. He glanced around and almost couldn’t believe it. Everybody in the room was looking at him and not a single person knew he was taking the most torrential piss of his life right in front of them. “…and conditions are perfect for mining right now. The ores are the purest we’ll find in this corner of the galaxy. Therefore, it would be foolish to wait. Lord Frieza, I suggest you send your men to Kale within the next month. Kale’s summer will begin in exactly three months. It’s better to start early in case of unexpected issues during the mining process.” Hot wetness continued to saturate his crotch, ass and the cushion underneath him. He tried not to moan, sigh or close his eyes in relief like he was apt to do in the bathroom. “Well done, is there anything else you would personally like to add?” Frieza remarked. Vegeta, still peeing full force, steepled his fingers and shook his head. “No, I’ve said all I need to.” One more nod and everyone’s attention was off him. Vegeta relaxed in the chair, grateful to not be the center of everyone’s focus anymore. He allowed his awareness to turn inward on the sensation of wetting himself. The wetness, the warmth, the vibration and the sound made the experience strangely delicious. It took three more minutes for the piss spraying from his cock to weaken into a concentrated stream. His body stopped bearing down. He could have cut the flow off then, but decided to finish emptying because it felt so damn good to release nearly twenty four hours worth of piss. The gentler flow went on for another two minutes, diminished to a weak trickle and finally stopped. He couldn’t resist sighing to himself and pushing out the final few spurts. The hot lake he created under his balls soaked into the thick cushion. Vegeta’s entire crotch and ass were drenched. So was the cushion. Sitting in his own urine wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. Actually it got itchy after a few minutes. Being a little bit itchy was a hell of a lot better than suffering in pain. And, strangely, it was arousing to do something as taboo as wet his pants in a crowded room without anybody knowing. Caffeine was great for hiding urine smells and awful on bladders. Vegeta had to pee again in less than thirty minutes. By sixty it got painful. Ninety minutes was the point he had to concentrate on not relaxing too much because his muscles were all that held the flood back. His bladder and sphincter were exhausted from his unintentional marathon hold. Vegeta knew he wasn’t going to make it to the brief recess Frieza usually called during long debriefings like this. He readjusted to sit with his left ankle crossed over his right knee, his right elbow on the arm of the chair and his chin propped up on his palm. He inhaled silently, exhaled and relaxed. No dribbles this time, he went right to full stream just like he would in front of a urinal. The clammy half dry skinsuit material on his crotch got warm and wet once again. He sighed in relief, feigning aloof boredom while he peed as long and copiously as he did during his first accident. Except this time his muscles weren’t desperately pushing it out. The stream was smooth and fat without any turbulence to cause a hissing noise. It flowed effortlessly in its silent secrecy. He quietly reveled in the hot pee tickling his sac on its way into the cushion. All too soon his flow died to a thin trickle that continued for a delightful minute longer. He pushed with his stomach muscles to squeeze out the last few spurts. The cushion wicked the wetness away like soil sopping up rain. And not a single person around him knew he pissed himself twice. Another boring hour passed. Reports about different planets came in. One soldier had a terrible stutter, and Frieza blasted him to nothingness. That woke everyone up to full attention. Nappa resumed his grimacing and moving around. He wasn’t very subtle about reaching under his codpiece to hold himself. Vegeta had a clear view of his comrade seated next to Raditz and Reccoome. Raditz’s brow was knit with irritation. Captain Ginyu cleared his throat. He gave an elegant forty five minute speech about Kale’s moons, a not so subtle attempt to usurp Vegeta’s report to win Frieza’s favor. How laughably pathetic! Vegeta glanced at Nappa when he heard him grunt. The large, bald Saiyan leaned forward in his seat with his elbows on the table and his forehead resting on his hands. He looked around, frantic. Raditz nudged him and whispered something. Nappa only nodded, red-faced. He leaned forward again, longer this time with a focused look on his face. Cui started his report on a difficult colony somewhere in another galactic quadrant. Vegeta took his attention off Nappa to listen because he expected to get assigned to cleanse that planet of its population. Three more people followed after Cui’s thirty minute report. Frieza finally took notice of more than one soldier showing signs of urgency. He called a fifteen minute recess to let people who had to expel wastes go to the bathroom. It was practically a stampede for the door. Zarbon got out first and sprinted away. Dodoria pushed people out of his way. The Ginyu Force laughed and pointed to wet chairs and puddles on the floor. Vegeta had to pee badly again thanks to that stupid fizzy caffeine drink, but he didn’t dare get up in case the chair cushion revealed his wetting to all. He stayed seated and fiddled with his scouter to feign diagnosing the imaginary feedback issue. Let everyone think he had a bladder made of diamond, it was far better than them knowing the truth. He noticed fluid dripping from behind Nappa’s codpiece as the larger Saiyan stood by the table. Those slow drips became a steady, fat stream. Soldiers jumped away to avoid the expanding puddle at his feet. Nappa smashed his fist against the table in anger. He blushed as he walked towards the door. He was pissing full force and left a trail on the floor. Not only that, the foul odor and the bulge in the seat of his black skinsuit shorts explained his earlier behavior. His angry expression kept everyone else’s mouth shut. He stormed out while shooting glares at anyone who snickered. “Bladders are odd organs,” Frieza mused to Vegeta. He left the room without waiting for a response. Everyone else ran to bathrooms. Frieza usually got something to eat or drink. Before long the room was empty and quiet. Vegeta looked around to assure his solitude. He stood up to survey the cushion. The wetness wasn’t noticeable on the black material unless somebody touched it. He moved his cape and seated himself again, pulled his codpiece up to expose his lap and examined the damage on himself. The skinsuit fabric only looked wet when in contact with fluid. His ass was still wet from sitting on the pissy cushion. His crotch looked nearly dry. Vegeta laid his codpiece down, glanced around again and relaxed. His sore, tired bladder released its contents without a fuss. This time, he kept it to a slow trickle despite his body longing to push it all out as fast as possible. Frieza walked back into the room less than a second later. He tossed a food wrapper into the trash sconce. Vegeta pretended not to notice him. He kept on peeing as he fiddled with the buttons on his scouter. “Is your scouter still causing feedback?” asked Frieza, a brow ridge arched curiously. “Mmhmm. I think it’s a receiver issue.” Vegeta replied. He arched his back and stretched, which made his slow dribble become a strong spray. Frieza stepped curiously into Vegeta’s personal space. He swiped the scouter out of Vegeta’s hand. Then he held his chin between thumb and forefinger as he examined the exposed circuitry. “Hm. I hear it hissing. I heard the same noise earlier, too. Interesting.” Vegeta blinked. He was pissing himself and having a conversation with someone totally oblivious to how bladders and pee streams worked! “I didn’t think it was that loud.” Then he looked into Frieza’s eyes and pushed again, forcing the rest of his pee out in the biggest, loudest, fattest stream he could muster. His dick began to harden in response to doing something so taboo without being discovered. Frieza tilted his head and squinted at the scouter. It was comical, seeing a galactic tyrant unknowingly make a fool of himself. Vegeta folded his hands in his lap to keep his erection from shifting his codpiece out of alignment. He made himself a picture of innocence as his stream died away. “It stopped. Huh, odd.” Frieza crushed the scouter effortlessly in a tiny fist and hopped into his ornate seat. “You won’t be needing this anymore. The newest models will be arriving by tomorrow. Come to my office first thing in the morning. I’ll make certain you get a replacement.” “Wonderful. I look forward to it. The hiss was distracting.” Vegeta smirked as people began filing back in. Dodoria and Zarbon were first, followed by the Ginyu Force, Nappa, Raditz and the numerous weaklings that made up Frieza’s army. The debriefing lasted another two hours. Nappa wouldn’t look at anybody. Vegeta endeavored to not wet his pants a fourth time because he no longer had a scouter to blame for his discomfort or the hiss. His sphincter and bladder were so worn out that he’d once again become desperate. He made zero attempt to listen to the tedious reports being brought to the table because they wouldn’t concern him anyway. All his attention stayed glued on his aching bladder. He tapped his foot impatiently until Frieza declared the debriefing over. He bolted as soon as he heard the dismissal, making a beeline for his base quarters. “Hey, Vegeta!” Raditz called out. “Not now!” Vegeta walked briskly down the hall to his private base quarters. Every step jarred his bladder into aching distraction. “Aw, what gives?” Vegeta stood knock kneed outside his room as he keyed in his passcode. “I need to piss, I haven’t slept and I have a headache from hell. So, you have two choices. Either you leave me alone, or I crush your skull. Which is it?” The bushy haired Saiyan cocked his head and pursed his lips. “Suit yourself. Drinks later?” "No, I need to sleep.” The door slid open and Vegeta bounded through without caring what Raditz thought. His bladder spasmed and he doubled forward until the pain passed. He heard the door whir shut behind him and rushed to the tiny en suite bathroom which was all mirrored tiles. It was a whirlwind of action as he pulled the Saiyan armor over his head cape and all, yanked his boots off and removed his gloves. The blue skinsuit managed to dry completely, save for slight dampness around his ass. Vegeta glimpsed his reflection in the tiles. How pathetic he looked, all doubled over, crossed legged and clutching his crotch like a child. I wet myself in a public debriefing and nobody knew I did it. What’s to stop me now? It felt good to piss in my pants. That gave Vegeta pause. His dick was semi erect. It felt good to piss in my pants. He sat on the shower bench where one of the bathroom lights shone directly on his crotch. The cold, hard tiles increased his need. He instinctively tensed at another spasm. It hurt dreadfully and he groaned aloud, grabbing at his dick through his blue skinsuit as the first painful dribble escaped. He held on, wanting to again experience the sensation of losing control. It took longer than expected. Vegeta got up, paced around and seated himself again as more pains doubled him over. The bigger spurts started. Feeling the rhythmic squeezing and relaxing was bliss. He watched a glistening dark stain appear on his skinsuit and trickle down the length of his package. Leaning back sent his stomach muscles into vicious bearing down contractions. They were so painful that he let out another moan and sat up straight to relieve the pain. Piss exploded out of him with the same violence as the debriefing. Vegeta gripped the bench on either side of his knees and threw his head back, sighing audibly as his stream fountained through the skinsuit fabric with a thunderous hiss. Wet heat rolled along his balls to spread out on the bench. The advancing puddle surged past his knees to patter noisily on the tile floor. He moved his feet in the path of his piss waterfall and wiggled his toes in the flowing warmth. “Ahhh, fuck yes,” Vegeta gasped. He cut his stream to a slow dribble and stood up. His exhausted muscles refused to hold anything back. He started pissing full force again, sending ribbons of warmth down his muscular legs. He pushed, making it hiss louder. A huge, fat stream flowed straight downward between his feet. His hand found its way to his crotch. Feeling the power of his pee stream jetting into his clothes turned him on in ways he never knew possible. He peed for ages ‘til his stream died to a dribble. Next thing he knew he was rubbing his wet bulge vigorously until he fell to his knees in his own piss and came so hard he saw stars. He didn’t know how long he stayed curled up on the floor in tingling bliss. Hours, minutes, seconds? He didn’t care. He opened his eyes at the smell of his cum and piss mingling in air around him. He licked the pissy semen off his hand, noting its bitter saltiness, and stared at his reflection through the pee puddle between his knees. What did this mean? Being in wet clothes began to get itchy. Vegeta stripped off his filthy skinsuit and showered to wash all the piss and sperm off. He climbed into a pair of gray boxerbriefs and dumped yesterday’s clothes into the washing-drying unit by the toilet. They would be clean again and ready to wear tomorrow. Vegeta slept wonderfully, and when he woke lying on his stomach he noticed his bladder’s morning fullness. His cock was fully erect, so he freed it from his boxerbriefs and humped his bedroll mattress until he came. The moments after an orgasm always triggered mad dashes to the bathroom if he got off with a full bladder. But not this time. Vegeta stuck his dick back into his underwear, rolled onto his back despite the jizz stain, pulled the white kicked off covers up to his chin again and sighed. His first thing in the morning pees were always intense if he came before using the toilet. Laying on his back left him fully aware of how badly he had to go. Painful bladder spasms set off alarm bells in his brain to get up. He folded his hands on his stomach and relaxed instead of clenching. The flow started in a dribble when his erection began to soften and became a fat and powerful stream when his dick was completely limp. Morning pee always smelled strong and a little unpleasant, but the naughtiness of doing it in bed felt amazing. Why didn’t he learn how good this felt sooner? Vegeta closed his eyes as hot warmth vibrated his waistband. The fabric was soon saturated and the pee started enveloping his his ballsack and buttcrack. More skittered off his hips to wet his ass cheeks, the sheets and bedroll underneath. He rubbed his thumb up and down the length of his pissing cock through his boxerbriefs. The piss flow seemed to go on and on for a blissful blazing eternity. Vegeta didn’t wait for his pee to stop flowing. He grabbed himself through his pissy underwear and started rubbing furiously. His dribbling cock sprang to attention. A bright red sex flush darkened his cheeks and throat. He squeezed his eyes shut when the first quivers of orgasm shot through his abdomen. The sensation was just as intense as last night. He dug his head into his pillow. He chewed his lower lip, redfaced and groaning with wild abandon as his throbbing dick squirted thick stickiness into his wet boxerbriefs. Afterward he lay there, sweaty, panting, piss soaked and satisfied. Many minutes passed before he stopped trembling enough to leave his bed and prepare for that day’s duties. He smirked at how drenched his underwear were. They looked solidly darker gray and smelled awful. The washing-drying machine took care of them and his bedding. He got dressed after rinsing his lower half in the shower to get all the piss and cum off his skin. Nobody would ever know. xxx Vegeta picked his new scouter up from Frieza’s office shortly after dawn. He attached it to his ear and pressed the button to test it. It responded faster than his old scouter. Nice. “Oh, Vegeta?” Frieza hadn’t moved from his position by the huge concave window overlooking the desolate landscape. He twitched his tail, subtly showing agitation. “Yes?” Vegeta stood immediately at attention. He knew the tail meant trouble if he mouthed off. “Was your cushion wet when you sat down yesterday?” Shit, shit, shit! He thought quickly for an excuse. “Yes. I didn’t want to complain about it during the debriefing.” “You left rather quickly afterward.” “My apologies. Whatever got the cushion wet was burning my skin, and I had to shower immediately to make it stop.” Frieza waved his hand. “Hm. No matter, I think I’ve pinpointed the problem. Some of the dryer units are on the fritz again. I had your cushion sent for repeat cleaning and hopefully a proper drying. Fabric of such expense needs to be taken care of. Let me know if it’s wet next time. I’ll see to it the person responsible pays with their life.” “I will. Thank you, Lord Frieza.” Vegeta bowed and got the hell out of there. That was utterly terrifying and he knew he couldn’t pee in his pants during a debriefing again unless he found a way to keep the cushion dry. His fear melted away and he grinned as he slipped out of sight. Vegeta couldn’t believe he got away with it. Yesterday’s wetting experience awakened him to a new source of pleasure, one he hoped to experiment with in the future
  3. This thread is for requests for the omorashi and diaper fetish game dubbed Average Life. Here you can request to join development, share ideas, and maybe even learn about future updates. Be aware this is non profit game (not even ads) so if you do ask to join development you will not be paid. Its only a hobby. Thanks everyone in advance for helping out~! (P.S, game is here)
  4. Female

    Hi Everyone! I'm Lily. I'm a 29 year old female who is into omorashi...obviously. I'm 5'7". Approximately 132lbs. I have dark brown hair and blue eyes. Today I'm going to tell you about my favorite early omorashi childhood memory. I have A LOT of memories in addition to this one. Some memories are about myself and others are about friends I had growing up. I even have memories during my 20s that I could eventually share. I'm going to start with my favorite, but that doesn't mean the other memories aren't great either! Please reply to this post and share your favorite early memory too! In fact, here's the deal: the more replies I get of people telling me their own memories, the more updates I will add to this post telling additional memories I have. Okay here we go with the first one. This story is 100% true. I tired to recall the dialogue as best as I could. During my elementary school years, I had a best friend. Her name was Charlotte. Charlotte had blonde hair, blue eyes, and an average build. Practically everyday after school, I would go over to Charlotte's house to play. Her house was literally right around the corner from our elementary school, whereas, my house was a good 6 blocks. Also, my mother worked full time when I was a child and she wouldn't get off work until around 5pm and school ended for us around 3:00pm. Because of my mother's work hours, Charlotte's mother agreed to watch me after school until my mother could pick me up. On the day of this particular memory in question, our class at school had a Halloween party. We were in the 2nd grade and both Charlotte and I were 7 years old. Our school parties were also at the end of the day. We'd do our school work until the last couple of hours of the school day and then the remainder of the day would be devoted to eating sugary snacks, listening to music and drinking a ton of liquids (party). It seemed that every party was catered with the same beverage: gallon jugs of sugary orange drink. Thinking back on it, I can recall the sickeningly sweet fake orange taste, but at the time, I loved it and I would drink cups and cups of the stuff during any chance I got. Keep in mind, Charlotte was my best friend, so during the party we naturally were inseparable and during the course of the party hours, I got an eye witness account of her downing about 6-7 cups of the orange drink. Since it was a Halloween party, we were both dressed in costumes. I was a black cat that year; which meant I was wearing black stretch pants and a tight black top (along with a headband with ears and face paint). Charlotte was an angel. She was wearing a cream colored gown with a homemade halo made of wire and Christmas garland. Underneath her gown, her mother made her wear a pair of pink leggings in case her gown flew up as she was playing and running around. She was also wearing a matching pink top to match the leggings. I remember during the party Charlotte kept complaining that her costume was hot. Looking back, I think that's one of the reasons she drank so much of the orange drink. Right before our school party ended and it was time to go home, I told Charlotte I was going to ask the teacher if I could run across the hallway to the restroom to go pee because I had to go pretty bad from drinking so much myself. I asked Charlotte if she wanted to come with me, but she said no. She was engrossed in running around and playing with our other friends, eating candy, and dancing to the silly Halloween music like, "Monster Mash". She told me she had to pee a little, but would wait until she got home and she'd be okay because her house was so close. I said, "fine" and got permission from the teacher to go to the bathroom. I walked across the hallway to the bathroom, peed, and came back to our classroom all right away. By the time I got back to the classroom, the parents were arriving to pick their children up to go home. Charlotte's mother was among them. Charlotte's mother told us to gather our things so that we could leave. Charlotte and I walked over to our desks to gather up all our candy and party favors and I saw that Charlotte was holding her crotch. I asked her about it and she said, "I need to go pee pretty bad now, but I don't feel like going now. I can wait til we get home." I said, "okay." We then finished gathering our things and we left shortly after with Charlotte's mother. During the short walk to her house, Charlotte seemed really animated. She stopped a couple of times to do a little dance and one time when her mother wasn't paying attention (walking in front of us), Charlotte stopped for a second and grabbed her crotch really tight. I asked her if she was okay and she said, "My pee feels like it's about to come out. I need to pee pee so bad now." I just replied that we are almost home and she could make it to the bathroom. When we got to her house and inside her door, Charlotte immediately removed her costume claiming once again that she was hot. She threw her costume down on the floor in the foyer. This left her wearing her pink leggings and pink top only. Right after she took her costume off, she proceeded toward the bathroom on the 1st floor. Before she could make it to the bathroom, her mother called out, "Charlotte, come into the kitchen and look what I bought for you." Charlotte stopped midway in her tracks and ran into the kitchen instead. I followed her. When we arrived into the kitchen, we saw that what her mother wanted to show her was a new dress she'd bought for Charlotte that day. She told us the dress was what she wanted Charlotte to wear to an upcoming party their family was going to for one of their family friends. She told us to take the dress up to Charlotte's room and place it on the dresser and she would be up in a little while to have Charlotte try it on. The whole time we were in the kitchen, Charlotte couldn't keep still very well. She kept jumping up and down and doing little dance moves. She refrained from holding her crotch though. My assumption is she didn't want her mother to know how bad she had to pee because her mother would have scolded her for not using the restroom before leaving school. Her mother made no comment on Charlotte's movements. I guess she assumed she was hyperactive from all the sugar at the Halloween party. After leaving the kitchen, Charlotte and I immediately started to head up to her bedroom. Halfway up the stairs, Charlotte dropped to her knees dramatically, made the sound of sucking air with her teeth and started to whimper. I was ahead of her on the stairs. I heard the thud of her dropping to her knees and the sounds she was making and stopped to look back at her. She looked up at me wide eyed and said in a shocked voice, "I peed a little bit." I replied shocked as well, "You peed your pants?" She said back hesitantly, "Not really. Just peed a tiny bit in my panties. My leggings don't feel wet." I told her that she better get up and get to the bathroom before she peed more. Her comeback was, "Hold on a sec, Lily. I just need to sit here a minute and hold myself." I then watched her proceed to position her leg so that she was sitting down hard on her ankle. She sat on her ankle and rocked back and forth, sucking in air the whole time. She did this for a good while and then all of a sudden she took both her hands and grabbed onto her crotch and held on for what felt like a whole 30 seconds. The whole time she was sitting there rocking and holding her crotch she was looking down at herself holding herself. She was also making little whimpering noises here and there. Then finally she said, "Okay. I'm better now." Charlotte raised herself from the stairs and continued to climb up to the 2nd floor. When we got to the 2nd floor she grabbed herself again really tight and said almost panicky, "Come on, let's hurry up and put this dress in my room." We walked into her bedroom and she frantically threw the dress on top of her dresser. Immediately after that, she stood up straight and got really ridged and grabbed her crotch again very tight. She then crossed her legs and did a sort of dance where she was walking backward clumsily and called out to me in a voice that sounded like she was on the verge of crying, "I'm going to pee pee in my pants. Lily, I'm going to pee my pants. I can't hold it anymore. I have to pee too bad. Lily, what am I going to do? I'm going to have an accident." I thought for sure she was going to pee her pants right there on the spot, but she gained control after a minute. She kept standing there though holding her crotch. She seemed unable to move for awhile. Finally, she started to walk toward the bathroom with her hand in her crotch. She walked a few paces and then stopped. She crouched down, sucking in some more air. She stood back up, walked some more, and stopped again. She looked at me pleadingly and said, "I don't think I can make it to the potty, Lily. My pee is starting to come out again." I replied with, "Maybe if you run, you can still make it." She looked at me and said, "Okay." Charlotte ran out of her room while holding her crotch. I followed her as she ran to the 2nd floor bathroom. I walked out of her bedroom and halfway down the hall toward the bathroom myself. I saw Charlotte run into the bathroom and collapse on the bathroom floor. She did not close the door because she was in such a hurry. She was sitting on the bathroom floor on her knees with her legs sprawled out behind her. She was wiggling furiously and whimpering as she was wiggling. Then all of a sudden, Charlotte got extremely still and I heard a faint hissing sound and the sound of her start to cry. I yelled out to her and asked her what was wrong and between sniffling she called back, "I'm peeing in my pants and I can't stop." And she couldn't stop indeed. The hissing was so loud and so strong and the puddle was growing so big that I was standing there in silent awe watching it happen. Charlotte continued to pee and pee. She didn't say anything more, but looked down at her lap watching herself flood her leggings. Finally she was done. She stood up and her pink leggings were soaked in the back and the front. There was also the biggest puddle I'd ever seen on the bathroom floor. Her face was also bright red and tear streaked. She looked at me and said, "I'm sorry. I had to pee so bad and it just came out. I tried to stop it, but I couldn't." I just shrugged. Soon after that, she changed and we told her mother what happened. Her mother was understanding because well...accidents happen. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay. Now let's hear your memories!
  5. It may sound strange, but I think it was my senior year in high school or when I was 17 that I really knew how to use a urinal. No, it wasn't that I didn't know how to pee, it was that I wasn't used to reaching down and grabbing my thing out of my fly to pee. That all changed after I got a part time job and started to delve into the world of omorashi (and of course, other things as a hormone-raged teenager). Prior, I would always go into a toilet stall and unbuckled my pants and take it off just below my rear and then piss into the toilet. One of the kinks I developed was going commando while wearing white jeans. I wet myself in private before, but I wanted to take it to the next level. I would get myself desperate enough to the point where I had to use the restroom. As I approached the urinal, I would tell myself to start letting loose, in hopes of getting a little bit of my white jeans soaked. Low and behold, it was because of this action that I was able to learn how to use the urinal properly. Who would've guessed that omorashi would've helped me out. Is there anyone else's life that was positively affected by omorashi?
  6. Okay time for a little market research which I and hopefully other omo authors can use to accurately gauge your interest in topics. This only really works if several people answer (so things don't become bias), so please share this topic with your friends! For each of the below, please answer with a number: 1- It repulses me, I'll stop reading at the first mention. 2- It don't enjoy it but can tolerate reading about it. 3- I've vaguely enjoy it to the point where it intrigues me. 4- It turns me on. 5- I find it very hot. For those interested in what I like, I've replied below. Who's Involved? A: Male B: Female C: Transvestite D: Transgender Clothing E: Nude F: Partially clothed G: Fully clothed smart H: Fully clothed casual I: Using a diaper The act J: Normal bathroom use K: Peeing in a container L: Peeing on the floor M: Peeing in a chair N: Peeing in bed O: Deliberate pee P: Accidental pee Q: Desperation R: A 'clean' stream S: Getting pee on them self T: Getting pee on others Sexualisation U: Peeing during masturbation V: Peeing during heterosexual sex W: Peeing during homosexual sex (male) X: Peeing during homosexual sex (female) Y: Peeing during oral sex. Z: Peeing during foreplay. Location: i: Inside workplace ii: Inside abandoned industrial iii: Inside domestic iv: Outside urban v: Outside suburban vi: Outside rural Related fetishes (only answer if you want to): AA: Loli AB: Coprophilia AC: Dominance and submission AD: Foot AE: Salirophilia AF: Voyeurism Thank you in advance! For those authors that are interested, I'll set up a separate topic to post average results in if this is successful. Keep an eye out for the link. In the meantime, please post your own answers!
  7. -- Chapter 1: Just a normal day... -- Annika had joined the Empire around 4BBY, and had achieved the rank of sergeant major in a year. She was still waiting for admission into the officer program to go higher up in the ranks. What she didn't know was that there was one thing that could take it all away, without even ending her life.The year was 1BBY, during the Galactic Civil War, and it was just a normal day on patrol, or at least, that's what Annika thought while walking through the cold, harsh wastes of Hoth, as the snow crushed beneath her feet. She'd be there, standing, just hoping something would make her day better. She was bored, bored out of her mind. "God I hope something happens this time. Empire's been having us out here on 'important' duty since 2 weeks ago. It's cold, and I don't like the cold." Annika told her comrade, Anna. Anna looked over to her, but she didn't say anything. The air got tense. Nothing could've warned of an approaching attack better than the sounds of snowspeeders closing in on the walls of the outpost. One moment it was calm, the next air swooped over Annika's head. Her helmet would've fell off, if she had not put her hands up in front of her to keep the snow from getting in her eyes, since the helmet didn't exactly fit her too well. She had lost her original one in a tense firefight and had to get a replacement, but she was still waiting for the new one to come in. Until then she had a loaner. "Snowspeeders! It's a rebel attack!" shouted out the stormtrooper on watch duty. Everyone grabbed their E-11s, dark as night, and the sound of lasers being fired would fill the air. The air would be filled with the red hue of the light emitted from both snowspeeders and blasters alike. No Imperial air support was close enough to get to the outpost in time though. "Gods, is this what they were talking about back at base!?" shouted out Annika, who was quite confused as of to how there was no air support yet, since usually there's always a pack of TIEs above-head to take care of any aerial threats. A snowspeeder took a hit. The hit was heard, and for a brief second, the stormtroopers celebrated. That was until another explosion could be heard. The snowspeeder had taken critical damage and was crashing down into the outpost walls. "Take cover!!!" shouted a stormtrooper, as Annika had already began to dash. It was as if the pilot's last intentions was to hit her though, as the snowspeeder slowly turned into her before it hit the walls. The sound of an explosion, the metal in the walls creaking and falling. A force strong enough to move a mountain. A smashing sensation as snow crunched and it had felt like the entire back half of her body had been broken. It was like death, but worse. This was what Annika experienced in only a matter of seconds. Someone picked her up, and then all went dark. "Heart is still beating, sir." Said one doctor as Annika lay on a medical bed, still unconscious. An officer would look over to the doctor. "Good, move her to the med bay. I want an analysis of the damage as soon as possible." No more words were said after that, and the doctor pushed Annika into the med bay to be treated.
  8. I'm curious. I know it sounds Freudian but I wanna take a quick pole. I don't get any fulfillment from my relationship with my mom. How prevelent are mommy issues on this forum?
  9. Hey all! Before I start; a few things: - I'm writing this on my laptop, and for some reason, whenever I press something like ' or ", it instantly types it, so I can't really write things like "Pokemon" correctly - I'm not English, so there may be some spelling mistakes - I don't really have a schedule for when I write, so check back often ;) Now, without further ado: ------------------------------------------------------- She opened her eyes, but quickly closed them to block out the harsh sunlight comming from the window. Eyes still closed, she yawned. "You up?" She heard from downstairs. "Comming!" She yelled, her voice raspy and dry. She opened her eyes and sat up, brushing her halflong hair out of her face and wrapping her blanket around her shoulders. She looked around the room. Everything was bathing in the warm morning light, almost making it look like a painting. She pushed her bright pink blanket away from her and got up. "Good morning sleepyhead" her mom smiled from the kitchen. "Mornin'" She replied "What's for breakfast?". "I'm making some eggs, here, have a taste". "Oh, by the way..." Chloe looked up, her mouth stuffed with egg "your dad asked you to come by later today". Chloe swallowed her egg and took a breath before replying "Oh? Something the matter?". "I don't know, he was running late, so you'll have to ask him. You should probably leave as soon as possible". Chloe knew her mom was right, her dad was a busy man and if he asked her to come to his work, it was probably something important. "And, of course..." her mom looked slyly at her "Happy Birthday hunny". Her mom got a package from underneath the table, wrapped in bright yellow paper with different kinds of berrys on it. "Oh my gosh mom thanks!" Chloe eagerly took the package and opened it. Inside, there was a pretty, black bracelet with small pink stones on the side. "I love it!" Chloe yelped as she put it on, "Thank you!" she said as she hugged her mom. The lab was always quite imposing, being the biggest building in the town, with a big poke-ball logo on the front and fancy glass doors. Chloe swallowed and walked inside. The blonde behind the counter looked up and smiled. "Ah, Chloe, your dad is expecting you" she said, and Chloe smiled at her as she walked past and went up the stairs. Once at the third floor, she walked through the hallway, counting the doornumbers, "34...35...36...Ah!". She opened the door and walked into the office, if it could be called that. It had the desk and the bookcases, but lining the wall were pipes and machinery, and a glass wall with a door leading to a blue-ish room where even bigger machines were puffing away. "Ah, Chloe! Good that you could see me on such a short notice. First off all; happy birthday darling, did your mom give you your present?" "Yes!" Chloe proudly stuck out her arm, showing off her bracelet. "Haha, glad you like it. Now, you're probably wondering why I called you over here" he asked "Well, my Staraptor got blindsided by an Archeops, and he's down for the count, so I need you to get me some stuff from the next town over.". Chloe's eyes widened, she barely ever left the town, so this was a great opportunity. "I'll let you choose one of the Pokemon working here to assist you on your journey". Chloe heard a lot of rumbling behind her, and as she turned around, she saw a bunch of Pokemon behind her. There were Kling, Klang and Klingklang, a Magnezone, a Clefairy, and more, just out of her sight. "Hmmmmm" she said, looking around, when she saw something yellow shoot away on the wall, quickly moving in here direction, dropping from the ceiling and dropping on the ground in front of her, majestically landing on it's feet. The Galvantula looked at her, head tilted like a puppy, eight glistening eyes. Chloe turned around, "I'll take Galvantula, he seems pretty excited to go outside" she said. "Great!" he replied, "And if anything happens, call mom, ok? There's a professor at the Sandcurl Pokecentre, he'll know what to do". "Ok, I shall not dissapoint you, sir!" she said, saluting with a smirk, before jumping on Galvantula's back and riding out of the office... TO BE CONTINUED
  10. I didn't find a good topic for this so I decided to make one. Feel free to tell me if one exists already! So, I'd like you to tell and discuss here about these questions: Does your partner know that you like omorashi? Would you like them to know? Have there been any events when they say something related to omorashi (without realising you are into it)? Because I just have to tell you about this now. (Sorry if this is too hard to understand, I'm a bit tired.) My boyfriend doesn't know that I like omorashi. I'm not really planning to tell him about it, because I'm quite happy with doing this on my own and wetting myself alone. Of course it'd be nice if he knew so I could be desperate and wet myself in front of him but oh well. It's not too big thing for me so I don't feel so big urge to tell about it. The only clue I've got from him about the whole thing is when I said him something like "Okay, I really need to go pee or this bed is going to be wet" and he a bit sarcastically, though not in a mean way said "ha ha, charming". So (at least for now) it seems that he isn't really into it. So a couple of days ago I jokingly asked him "Could I please go to the toilet?" to what his answer was "Yeah well okay, but you have one time left after that today, use it wisely". Clearly it was a joke, but oh you can just imagine if he would've known my thoughts after it! :D Which were of course like "oh god I wish you really would deny that permission from me". Whoa, it would be great. But now I just remember the words and feel a bit amused because he had no idea. And well, maybe a bit aroused.
  11. Fam's Race Against Time!! Illustrated by Born-to-die http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=1920354 Written by me! GigaQ Disclaimer: All persons depicted in this comic are over the age of 18. The main character of the story undergoes a curse causing a change of appearance but does not change her actual age. All nudity shown in this comic is strictly artistic in nature. No sexual act depicting a minor is in this shown in this comic! Contains: Age Regression, Omorashi, Nudity, Diapers and a cute little bedwetting! to purchase this comic send a Paypal payment (goods and services) of $11.99 to ( Galyathore@gmail.com) and add YOUR email to the purchase and i'll email you the file ASAP! file includes: 7 page comic with uncensored cover page. +6 bonus images of the main character in various ages and regression pictures.
  12. Loli Dress Lift

    This is the only one I could find, sorry for the words.
  13. Len and Rin Kagamine were taking a trip to the new amusement park that had just opened up a week earlier. They were both super excited, as it had been as while since they had done anything fun together recently. Both of them has been busy with concerts, and singing new singles that were going to be released. But finally, they had found one day where they were both free. And as Rin said, what better way than to spend it at an amusement park? "Ah it's hot!" Len yelled. "Do you have to yell?" Rin asked, narrowing her eyes. "Well yeah." Len replied. "It's so hot and I've had three drinks already." Rin's eyes widened. "Three drinks already?" "Isn't that a bit unwise, Len?" Rin asked. "How so?" Len asked. "Well drinks cost quite a fair bit of money..." Rin replied. "Oh no need to worry! I don't squander my money like a child!" Len replied. "If you say so..." Rin replied, unassured. "Len!" Rin tugged on his arm. "I wanna go on in the haunted house! Apparently it's the longest and scariest one that's ever been built! People have even gotten lost in there." "Ha!" Len scoffed. "I never get scared!" "We'll see about that!" Rin exclaimed. The haunted house was unsurprisingly dark, and Rin and Len got through 5 minutes of it without much trouble. They were able to point out all the cheap tricks that the organisation had used to scare people. However, a few minutes later, Len started to feel a slight pain in his bladder. It didn't feel too bad so at first he just ignored it and enjoyed the haunted house with Rin. However, in a space of time he didn't know was two minutes, or ten, he started to get really desperate. As they walked on, the pain got increasingly worse, and Len was worried he was going to lose control any second. He was reluctant to grab himself with Rin right next to him but eventually decided that it was too dark and she wouldn't be able to see. "Um Rin...?" Len called. "Yeah Len..?" Rin asked. "How much of the haunted house have we seen?" Len asked, his voice wavering a bit. "I don't think we've even hit halfway yet." Rin replied. "Why? Are you scared?" "Absolutely not!" Len stammered. Rin looked in his direction curiously. "Alright then." Len could feel his three drinks sloshing around in his bladder for every step he took. It ached to walk, but he knew if he stopped, he would never make it out of the haunted house. "URRGH!" he thought. "Why did I drink so much? Curse this hot weather for making me drink all do that." When he thought Rin wasn't paying attention, his hand snaked down to his crotch, and squeezed it a little. He gave a sigh of relief, but the relief was short lived because as soon as he let go, his bladder started to hurt more than ever. This caused him to have one hand permanently on his crotch to ease the pain. Unfortunately, he eventually became so desperate that even squeezing his crotch did anything to relieve him. "Oh!" he thought, with a pained expression. "oh I can't..." With nothing to ease the ache, Len started to panic, and grabbed his crotch with two hands. Even without easing the pain, he figured he could prevent anything from leaking out. "Halfway!" Rin yelled out, excitedly, looking at the sign that marked the point. Since the sign was illuminated, Len was forced to take both hands off his crotch, so that Rin wouldn't see. His bladder hurt so much that he couldn't even feel happy for Rin. "Uh that's great, Rin." he forced a smile at her. She frowned. "Is something wrong?" "N-no" Len stuttered. Rin noticed that Len was fidgeting an awful lot, and when she realised why, her lips formed a mischievous smile. "OHH! I get it!" she exclaimed. "you need to pee!" Len blushed. "N-no I-" "Yes you do!" Rin insisted, and took two steps towards him. Len took two steps back. "Please Rin. Not here, please." She gave an apologetic look, and placed her hands gently on his bladder, which made him squeak slightly. Rin grinned, and pressed a little bit harder, and Len's voice increased into a whine, and his hands grabbed his crotch, which Rin had to admit it was cute. Len started to panic as a spurt of urine escaped from his crotch, and it took him all his strength to stem the flow. Rin took her hands off, took his hands instead. "Come on, Len, let's finish this." "Rin..." he whined gently, but she patted his back lovingly. "Come one Len. You can get through this." Len grimaced. "How long until we get through this?" Rin considered it for a moment. "One hour." Len started to squirm, not knowing if he'd even make it out without drenching himself in his own piss. A monster's face suddenly popped out from behind the wall. Len screamed. And the shock made his bladder weak. A spurt escaped from his crotch, and this time, it was even harder to stem the flow. Len grabbed himself and softly massaged his crotch, willing it to stop. Len cursed himself from being frightened from such a simple thing because if he hadn't needed to go to the toilet that badly then he probably wouldn't have been scared by it. Rin turned around when she heard him scream and softly squeezed his hand. "Rin." he whispered, almost pleading. "I need..." "I know." she said gently, stroking his back. "You need the bathroom." Len wanted to cry. "I c-can't..." "We're nearly there, Len, alright? You're doing a good job. Just take it easy..." "No Rin!" he burst out, close to tears, "I really can't." "You can't do it here, Len" she said softly. "You know that." "I have to, Rin. I can't hold it." She quieted him by putting a finger on his lips. "Shh. We'll make it out of here, alright? Just a little more." "Sorry Len." "Huh?" Len wasn't paying much attention. All he was doing was trying to keep himself dry, and it was a battle he was losing, little by little. Since the halfway mark, he'd been unable to stop himself from spurting. So far, he'd been able to keep his shorts relatively dry but each spurt was getting longer, and even harder to control. And every time, he would stop, and try to stem the flow, while Rin went over to him and comforted him. "Len, I don't know where we are." Rin admitted, going over to him and giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "B-but Rin..." Len's eyes started to water. He really couldn't hold himself anymore, and he was starting to get less certain that he would make it out dry. His bladder hurt immensely, almost as if someone had shot him in the stomach. He held the end of his crotch tight, holding back the storm that he felt inside him. "You have to try, Len." Rin insisted. "I am trying!" he protested, but another spurt made his way out of his crotch, and he grabbed himself, using all his energy to make it stop. "Len, let it go." Rin said suddenly. "Huh?" "You've basically been wetting yourself this whole way so just calm down, relax and let it go." Len blushed at the thought. "We won't be getting out of here any time soon. If you wet yourself now, then it'll basically be dry by the time we get out." "Rin, I can't..." "Suit yourself." Len walked along with both hands on his crotch, a few paces behind Rin. He wanted to cry. Never had he felt so embarrassed, or with a need to go to the toilet so badly before. He had to make it out of there and find a toilet, so that he could finally relieve himself. As another spurt made its way out of his crotch, he stopped and kicked himself for the hundredth time for drinking so much. This spurt seemed to be much longer than the other ones, and Len whined as he tried his best to stop it, and finally he did. By now, his boxers were completely soaked, and there was a small wet patch on his shorts. Thankfully, they were still in the darkness of the haunted house so it wasn't as if anyone would notice. Len's eyes lit up when he saw light. Rin looked back at him with a smile and they realised they had finally reached the end. Ignoring the remainder of the "attractions" in the haunted house, Len burst into a sprint which hurt his bladder. His relief was short lived when he smacked into Rin, and fell on top of her. The impact from the fall let out the storm inside him. Urine gushed out from his crotch, and despite grabbing himself he could do nothing to stop it. His held in pee just kept on coming out. Just metres away from the entrance, Len had lost control, right on top of Rin! While it was a relief to finally let go, his cheeks burned, as Rin squirmed under him, obviously not enjoying being soaked by Len's pee. "Len, stop it!" she squealed as she pushed him off. He fell on his bottom, and still continued to pee, but this time, all over the haunted house floor. He simply couldn't stop it no matter what he did. The more he tried to hold it back in, the faster it came out, and the more difficult it became to control. After what seemed like hours for both Len and Rin, Len's pee finally trickled down to a dribble and then stopped. Rin glared at him, and then smirked and then started laughing. "BWAHAHAHA. I didn't think you'd actually wet yourself!" Len blushed, and glared and Rin. Her face softened as she held out her hand to him. "You didn't really see the haunted house properly did you?" He shook his head in response. "Well we can't go out looking like this... So let's go look through it again properly! And by that time, our clothing will have dried!" Len nodded shyly. "Thanks Rin." Rin grinned back in the darkness. "No problem." None of the vocaloids said anything when the two of them arrived back home smelling like pee. The End.
  14. View File みずもれ MIX 47 A new compilation video ripped from FC2! It's over 90 minutes long and has something for everyone--desperation, accidents, intentional wetting, masturbation, squirting, public wetting, school girls, uniforms, and more. Enjoy! Submitter Kei Submitted 12/27/2016 Category Female Wetting  
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    A new compilation video ripped from FC2! It's over 90 minutes long and has something for everyone--desperation, accidents, intentional wetting, masturbation, squirting, public wetting, school girls, uniforms, and more. Enjoy!

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    From the album Some of my pics

    - You... you gave me a diuretic... you pervert...! -Yes I did it, and also I gave you a potent laxative, hehehe!!! -W...WHAT?!!!!!!!!
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    From the album Some of my pics

  19. So here is a JoJo stand that I came up with after listening to a super best friends podcast. Maybe that could be part of our mascot in the making? So this stand would operate on the style as Mariah's stand where when you touch it or in this case use it, It would not effect you that bad until a short period of time has passed after you used the stand. It would give you the debilitating need to pee and you have to go all the time. Or the stand could effect you by not letting pee at all for up to 24 hours depending on how sadistic the stand user is. And when you feel shame for going in your pants it goes into overdrive where you are peeing until you are dehydrated. I think that this stand would have a second form where it looks like a feminine figure needing to pee, And it would be able to active it's stand powers in the form of a urine colored beam. What do you think? Could you come up with better stands?
  20. Hey there! I thought I'd introduce an idea to the community that I think needs to happen: this is a place where you can go specifically to meet new people to get along with! I have no idea if this will work at all, but I thought it could be a great thing to put into the community, because I know firsthand that it's hard to find people who you can discuss these things with. Even with this sight's existence, I've noticed that I find it difficult to find people to talk to on here, so I decided to make a place where it is encouraged much more. So, without further ado, welcome to the Friend Finding Zone! Remember to be kind, introduce yourself, and don't forget that there is Direct Messaging built into OmoOrg in case you find someone you really like. Pro tip: looking for someone with a particular trait? maybe try Ctrl + F! type in a search term you want to find and friends could be waiting for you already!
  21. Bursting in Briefs

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    This morning I woke up pretty full after skipping last night's pee. I decided I was in the mood for a hold, so I got out my laptop and started chatting to some omo folks while still in bed. There were a couple nice holds going on, and it strengthened my resolve: I would wet my tighty-whities on the toilet (about as much as I can get away with). I got dared to drink more and more water, and I quickly got very desperate. It was difficult to get up and walk upright across the cold kitchen linoleum to get the last glass of water, and running the tap...god. When the end was near, I was constantly wringing and sliding my legs over each other and grinding my hands into my crotch. My breath was coming in short sharp gasps and my typing was getting muddled. Finally, finally, the first dribbles came. I thought it was precum at first but it just kept coming. I clamped down hard, leapt out of bed, and practically fell over myself getting to the bathroom down the hall, spare undies in hand. I stood and started filming, but with the toilet right there, I didn't last long. I sat down and let go all at once, staring transfixed at the growing wet spot. It started slow, but it came faster and faster. I felt hot little rivulets running down my inner thighs, through every crevice of my lower abdomen, and pooling in the seat of my underwear. I soon had the irresistible urge to squeeeeze the warmth closer to me. As you can clearly see, I got rock hard due to the excitement of doing something naughty, me filming myself, the overload of sensations...in addition, I was camera shy since this is my first video ever, so I had to really push to get it out even though I was screaming for release. Quite a strange feeling, although not entirely unlikable. Would have preferred a proper flood, but it may have made the relief even better, and you get to hear me straining! The warmth was heavenly, especially on this cold morning. After what seemed like forever, the stream died down. After I had my fill of squeezing, I washed my wet briefs in the sink, wrung them out, and chucked them in the hamper. I put on my dry ones and climbed back in bed. I informed the chat of my "failure" while I reveled in the pleasant aftershocks rippling through my bladder. I felt really snugly, like I could go back to sleep right there, but I knew I had to get up eventually, so after a bit I got dressed, made breakfast, and started my day. Thanks for watching and reading, hope you enjoyed! ^ EDIT: If another file identical to this shows up, it's because that one is stuck in pre-approval limbo and has been for a month, so :L

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  22. Bursting in Briefs View File This morning I woke up pretty full after skipping last night's pee. I decided I was in the mood for a hold, so I got out my laptop and started chatting to some omo folks while still in bed. There were a couple nice holds going on, and it strengthened my resolve: I would wet my tighty-whities on the toilet (about as much as I can get away with). I got dared to drink more and more water, and I quickly got very desperate. It was difficult to get up and walk upright across the cold kitchen linoleum to get the last glass of water, and running the tap...god. When the end was near, I was constantly wringing and sliding my legs over each other and grinding my hands into my crotch. My breath was coming in short sharp gasps and my typing was getting muddled. Finally, finally, the first dribbles came. I thought it was precum at first but it just kept coming. I clamped down hard, leapt out of bed, and practically fell over myself getting to the bathroom down the hall, spare undies in hand. I stood and started filming, but with the toilet right there, I didn't last long. I sat down and let go all at once, staring transfixed at the growing wet spot. It started slow, but it came faster and faster. I felt hot little rivulets running down my inner thighs, through every crevice of my lower abdomen, and pooling in the seat of my underwear. I soon had the irresistible urge to squeeeeze the warmth closer to me. As you can clearly see, I got rock hard due to the excitement of doing something naughty, me filming myself, the overload of sensations...in addition, I was camera shy since this is my first video ever, so I had to really push to get it out even though I was screaming for release. Quite a strange feeling, although not entirely unlikable. Would have preferred a proper flood, but it may have made the relief even better, and you get to hear me straining! The warmth was heavenly, especially on this cold morning. After what seemed like forever, the stream died down. After I had my fill of squeezing, I washed my wet briefs in the sink, wrung them out, and chucked them in the hamper. I put on my dry ones and climbed back in bed. I informed the chat of my "failure" while I reveled in the pleasant aftershocks rippling through my bladder. I felt really snugly, like I could go back to sleep right there, but I knew I had to get up eventually, so after a bit I got dressed, made breakfast, and started my day. Thanks for watching and reading, hope you enjoyed! ^ EDIT: If another file identical to this shows up, it's because that one is stuck in pre-approval limbo and has been for a month, so :L Submitter Unimatrix0 Submitted 12/16/2016 Category Underwear Wetting  
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    From the album Some of my pics

    A color version, I hope you like it
  24. Hi everyone! I'm from Brazil, sorry for the bad english. I love omorashi since always and my girlfriend likes to wet herself for me. She asked me to make a topic here for her. You can call her Little Cutie Pie. She is the most amazing girl in the world :) She likes to post some of the videos she did and some pictures of her wetting, all at her tumblr: http://littlecutiepiie.tumblr.com/tagged/omorashi. Some of you may know her because she started it long time ago. Feel free to explore her tumblr :) Furthermore, she sell some of her videos at ManyVids: https://www.manyvids.com/Profile/309147/Littlecutiepiie/. She loves wetting herself and she will be very happy to know that you also like to see her doing it. I'm attaching some pics of her. Have fun guys :D