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  1. Just found this awesome desperation clip on youtube. What do you guys think? Any ideea where I could possibly get the full clip?
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    Omorashi desperation tournament. I don't know which number this is in the series, but it's the one where they are wearing bunny suits. Thank FOYO for the links, I am hoping for more.

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  3. Aside from Hentai for being too over the top and having Anime with some omorashi scenes I don't think it's enough. There's an Ecchi Fan Service Anime called Bikini Warriors that was not based off from a manga and was created by FUNimation so here's my idea: What if there was a Fan Service Anime just with girls for guys and one with boys for girls that is a full-time Omorashi short series. Or better yet there is an actual Manga Inari! Aibration and can turn it into a Hentai because of it's Nudity and tons of peeing. I'm not sure at all though. What do you guys think? Should there be an Omorashi Fan Service Anime or an Hentai Omorashi Manga Adaptation?
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    this is the full version of what I consider to be the best schoolgirl wetting ever. many people may have seen the shorter version of this on places like wetting video, but trust me, they cut some good stuff. quite a good skirt wetting too, but ive seen some very good ones so its hard to say if this is better. enjoy and comment

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  5. 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?
  6. From the album Some of my pics

    This is the part one of two, the second part includes messing
  7. Here is the original summary: A sortcore furry novella showing two sexually inexperienced young adults and their interactions as they learn about each other as friends, objects of desire, and lovers, through the exploration of their beliefs and their bodies. I have this uploaded on a couple of furry sites, but I figured it would be appropriate here as well considering that it is omorashi oriented. This is maybe a year or so old, so the content of the writing is fairly embarrassing, but somebody asked me to continue an older, similar story to this called Ally, so I decided to upload this instead. If you're interested in other furry omorashi stories--all of which are more recent and higher quality in terms of prose than this--please check the links in my profile that lead to my inkbunny and furaffinity accounts. I will upload another chapter every few days, but all that is currently written for this is currently uploaded to my inkbunny and fa accounts. I will start with the first two chapters, since the omorashi does not begin until chapter two. Chapter One: "God... that feels amazing." "It really does. Shame everyday can't be like this." The wind smelled of pine and the beams of sunlight peaking through the leaves of the Tree helped off-set the cool weather. Each gust of wind caused an uproar, rattling the head of the Tree, and blowing leaves all about the woods to the west. Xavier's hand lingered to his side, plucking blades of grass from their roosts. He twiddled his fingers together, crushing each blade into a tight ball, and tossing it to the nether. Next to him was a beautiful woman -- though he did not dare put his hands on her. It wasn't as if he didn't crave. Grass was the last thing he wanted to feel between his fingers, but his hands remained between their hips, as he was not willing to risk something so special over greed and lust. All he needed was patience. She had become increasingly comfortable with him as their relationship developed, and he could tell that she wanted it too. "Have you ever traveled?" He looked over at her in response. "Wait..." She looked at him and squinted. "Have I asked you that before?" He chuckled. "I don't think so, but you might of. I could have forgotten... And to answer your question, I haven't. Well, unless you count here." "Oh yeeeaaaah, you came down here from up north..." She looked back up at the sky. "You must be liking the weather even more than me." "Oh, you can't even imagine." "Not a fan of the cold?" "I don't really think anybody is when you lived somewhere as cold I did... I am sure it is a lot nicer down here, though." She looked at him with a look of excitement. "Our winters are great. I mean, you get your cold days, like, the kinds of days that you might even put on a jacket for, but honestly, it is just really nice most of the time. If anything, it gets too hot..." "I've heard bad things about the summers." "Ugh! The summers are terrible! When he looked over, she was again looking at the sky. Reflexively, his eyes shot down her body, admiring it. He couldn't believe someone so real and down to earth could have a body like hers; like something out of a fantasy. His hand clutched the ground as he also turned to face the clouds. In his peripheries, he saw her look over at him. She examined him for only a few moments before looking back toward the clouds as well. Xavier forced his mind back into focus. "And what about you? Have you ever traveled." He turned to face her, this time stealing a glance of her body before looking to her face, in a means so rapid and inconspicuous it startled even him. "Wait.... Have I asked you that before" She giggled. "No, I've never been anywhere other than here. I've been to the city before, but as you've seen, there isn't much going on there." "Never seen any... skyscrapers, or anything like that?" "Nope. Nothing even close. Unless you count movies and the internet and stuff. Biggest building I ever saw was for some bank building when we went to the city. Or maybe one of the hotels.... Either way, they were big, but they weren't really all that big." "No, I know what you mean. I've never really seen anything that big myself." "Even in the city?" "Nah, our city didn't really have anything that impressive. I saw some decently large ones like you described pretty often, but they tend to... lose their oomf I guess." "Did you ever stay in any of them? The hotels?" "Have I ever stayed in a hotel?" "You know! The big ones." "Yes, I've stayed in big hotels." "And was it on the higher floors?" "That... I can't really remember. I was pretty young." "... You answered my question like you had." She responded with mild annoyance. "I answered the question that you asked. Nothing more. Nothing less." He smiled. "Hmf." "... And what about you?" "What about me? Have I ever stayed in a big hotel? You should know I haven't." "I should?" "Yes. Why would ever have a reason to stay in a big hotel if I've never left the state?" "I... suppose that is true." He squinted. "But its a little presumptuous." "I disagree. Sometimes people should be presumptuous." "... But then how do you disagree? You just said it is presumptuous." "That wasn't my point. I was just saying that... presuming would have made more sense than what you did." "What I did?" "Yes, you took the easy way out. You could have assumed that I have never stayed in a hotel, it would have been perfectly reasonable." "And was what I said not reasonable?" "No, just spineless.". "Well..." There was silence following his verbal defeat. With anyone else, it would have been awkward, but with Erin there was a sense of mutual recognition, and they accepted it wordlessly. Each moment spent together was better than if it had been spent apart, and this was the only truth they needed to undo any degree of awkwardness that might linger. They remained silent for a number of minutes. Xavier's focus shifted back to the atmosphere surrounding them. There wasn't anywhere he would have rather been. "Xavier...?" A rare tone for her: inquisitive but cautious. "Yeah?" She paused for a few moments before speaking: "Have you...?" Her voice quickly trailed off. "... Have I what?" "No... it's nothing." "Nothing...? Are you sure? Because now you have me curious." "It isn't important." "Isn't important implies it is still a thing... You can't just leave me hanging. Come oooon." She paused for a moment, before swallowing and looking over at Xavier. "Have you ever touched, like... a breast?" She bobbed her chin downward, as if she were motioning toward her own. "Uh," he chuckled, "what?" "Yeah, yeah, it was nothing." "Oh. Oh, no. It was definitely something. It was extremely something." "It really wasn't." They were both silent. Xavier did not feel uncomfortable, but he could not confidently say for Erin; though his continuous staring at her made it abundantly clear the topic had not been dropped. He sighed. "Honestly? No. I am embarrassed to admit that, but no, I've never touched... a breast." "Oh." She had an uncharacteristic lack of emotion in her voice. "That's good." "... That's good? Why is that good?" She blushed. "Am I supposed to want you to have touched breasts?" "I honestly didn't think you'd care." He laughed. She didn't respond for several moments. Xavier worried he had offended her, but couldn't get an accurate read on her expression. "Do you wanna touch mine-?" "-Yeah, that would be awesome." She looked at him, blushing harder, looking violated as she crossed her arms over her chest. "God, you didn't have to reply so quick." He chuckled. "Sorry." "It is like you knew what I was going to say..." "I guess my mind just kinda honed in... Can you blame me?" Their was a brief silence as the stealth compliment registered in her brain. He waited for her to follow up, worrying she would change her mind and retract the offer. But staring into the amorphous patterns of white and crimson that covered her black fur left him feeling hopeful and even confident. She uncrossed her arms and adjusted herself, sighing as her face became emotionless. "Okay, I am ready." "So, I can touch them?" She licked her bottom lip nervously. "Yeah." He swallowed heavily, hoping she did not overhear it. His hand balled into a fist as he wondered how he should do it. Was he to do it quickly? And in that display his politeness and restraint? Or would that in fact insist a lack of passion, and peg him as the unromantic type? Would he do it slowly, and savor the experience? Or would this land him a spot in her mind as lewd and disconcerting? Could he just ask her? Why did such a question feel taboo in the first place? How did such a pleasurable moment become a test of this personality? ...Or was it intended to be that? He silenced his thoughts, knowing they had become presumptuous and absurd. There was only one answer to his question and it wasn't in his thoughts, but in his body. He lifted his hand, heart about to burst from his chest, and he placed it gently on her breast, taking note of the surprising softness of the fur in that area. Her eyes closed, and when he pressed down, she pushed back with her chest. He lightly squeezed, and she moaned to herself, quickly captivated by the moment. Xavier figured they were no bigger than b-cups, but they matched her shape well. She had a fairly average build, but slightly bottom heavy, with hips and thighs that were large enough to stand out in intimate settings, but conservative enough to go unnoticed in casual ones. He squeezed again and let his hand linger for several more moments before begrudgingly pulling away. When he removed his hand her eyes opened, and through a mask of red, she glanced at him, before quickly looking away. It was a candid moment for her, and with her permission, he had not only the right to observe it, but the pleasure of causing it. It was apparent through his experience that the social test he perceived was not for him, but for them, and the pressure had been equal for them both. "Well?" She asked, seeming offended. "It was amazing." "... Good." "It seemed like you enjoyed it too." "Well..." He took solace in his verbal victory, having equaled the score. But of even bigger concern was the question of what to do next-- a question that, strangely enough, had only just then occurred to him. Was he to pursue the obvious romantic que which had been dropped, or play the cool route and let things happen as they would? And then, as if his current conundrum wasn't complex enough, there was the unspoken reaction of the heterosexual male in hand-to-breast situations. He was afraid to look down, feeling the tension quickly growing in his lower body --much to his dismay. She was not going to be the only one put in a directly vulnerable position that day, and no matter how he tried to relax himself, he knew once the process had begun, there was no stopping it. Surely, she would notice it, and then what? Would she comment on it? Would she be pleased by the sight? Disturbed? Surprised? Or even stranger, expectant... Then again, maybe expecting it was the most normal thing a person could do. He pondered this, trying to think of way to avoid the awkward situation that was awaiting him when she inevitably noticed the extra half foot protruding from his body. It was then he was struck with an epiphany, something that felt both comfortable and progressive, without being cliched -- but bold and not without its risks. He swallowed, knowing the next few moments, regardless of what he did, would be emotionally stressful; though in their stress he found a taste of something potent and enslaving, and so he took deep pleasure in this state, finding its rawness appealing. "Hey, Erin." She looked over at him curiously, with a glassy expression that was reflective, honest, and above all, fragile. "Have you ever kissed a guy?" Her eyes widened slightly and her lips parted. She quickly fixed her expression, catching her own candicy after the fact. She was left red and consumed. "I..." She blinked. "I..." A smile crept on her lips. Before she could answer, a wave of amusement seemed to come from nowhere and overtake her. She started off with stifled giggles, but they soon erupted into genuine laughter. Xavier smiled for a moment, waiting to see if the apparent joke would dawn on him too, but when he did not laugh, he felt himself become unnerved. She seemed to realize her poor timing, because she forced an apology out between giggles, but soon fell back into a state of continuous laughter. "Wow, that's pretty cold." He tried to sound cool, as if he had shrugged it off, but there was still a chill to his tone. "No... No... I am so.... I am sorry." She was quickly getting herself back under control. "I really didn't mean it like that. I swear." She struggled to catch her breath. "That was just... Oh my God, Xavier, don't do that again, I almost freakin' peed myself." "... Why?" She looked at him with a sympathetic deadpan. "Look, it wasn't like... you or anything. It was just, the situation. It was too much. It's like... that happened so fast. And I mean, of all the things you could have said..." She smiled to herself in mock amusement. "Oh. Well, I am sorry if I took it a little quick." He chuckled, trying to play his earlier offense off as tastefully as he could. "No, no, it's not your fault. It was a really... sweet way for you to follow that up. And, I mean, there is a chance I would have started laughing from... anything. It's just, I didn't expect that at all!" "... You didn't expect it? Well, if you didn't expect that, what exactly did you expect?" "What did I expect?" She was taken aback. "You can't ask me something like that! What am I supposed to say?" "What do you mean 'what are you supposed to say?'" He laughed. "Just answer honestly." "And what if I didn't know what to expect? What if I kinda felt like... it wasn't my job to know what was next. " She blushed and turned away from Xavier. "Oooh, I see. So all the pressure was on me." "You're one to complain." She looked at him with an eye brow raised. He laughed. "True." "You've got a lot to learn, Xavier." "Maybe. But it sounds like you do too, Erin. That expression you made when I asked, I kinda wanted to laugh myself." She turned to him with a frown and smacked him on the arm. "You should consider yourself lucky." She turned away again and crossed her arms. "Oh, I do. I do." "Oh? You do?" she glared at him with skepticism. "I wonder if its for the right reasons." "... What if I said it was for all of them? Instead of just the right ones?" She smiled softly and turned to face him. "Then I would say you're a fast learner."
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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.
  9. What was the cutest, sweetest omorashi dream you ever had? For me I was a spectator of an ice-dance and two girls started performing. I saw one of them was a bit fidgety from the start, but was trying her hardest to perform gracefully with her partner. But after finally balancing on one leg in a 'T' position, her pee startet gushing out! She started screaming trying to hold it in! But her efforts made her jitter in that 'T' position while squirting periodicaly (about 1 squirt every second)! Then I woke up at that moment discovering I was having a beautiful wet dream! And I honestly can't remember having a better wet dream since.
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    Yuki's career as a teacher begins when she arrives at a school with a rather strange name, and a very strange secret... A game from a few years ago, which I recently decided to translate into English. If you get stuck, there's a hint to be found in a book somewhere.

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  11. 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!
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    School festival JKpeeping Haunted house incontinence / 文化祭JK peeping お化け屋敷失禁 (DLF88-01) Incontinence appearance of school girls who have been recorded on video, which had taken the memories of fun cultural festival. It is threatened with exquisite timing fear we Proceeding through the dark, it becomes missing waist. And lead to a large amount of incontinence to fear much, but how the cheating that it should not Barre a friend who is with using the dark to have been recorded in the video. Cute figure of school girls cheeky likely is recorded how the surprised child get stuck from play the chatter seriously, such as a child too much in fear of people do not advance also recorded! Sadako comes up, too! ! Thanks to @rachelkirwan, she uploaded a sample video of it and reminded me of this video. The video is a little old so the definity is just 480p. It has been a long time since I upload videos last time. Do you miss me? :) I'll continue to upload good videos if I can get them. ------------------------------ 楽しい文化祭の思い出を撮影していたビデオに録画された女子校生達の失禁姿。真っ暗な中を怖々進むと絶妙なタイミングで脅かされ、腰が抜けたようになる。あまりの恐怖に大量失禁してしまうが、暗いのを利用し一緒にいる友達にはバレていないはずと誤魔化す様子まで映像に記録されている。本気でビビリその場から動けなくなる子、怖さのあまり中々進めない子など驚く様子も収録され生意気そうな女子校生の可愛い姿が収録!貞子も登場!! Productcode: DLF88-01 Downloadable: 2013/11/01 Time: 79 Bitrate: 2000 kbps Studios: Filth

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  13. View File 文化祭JK peeping お化け屋敷失禁 (DLF88-01) School festival JKpeeping Haunted house incontinence / 文化祭JK peeping お化け屋敷失禁 (DLF88-01) Incontinence appearance of school girls who have been recorded on video, which had taken the memories of fun cultural festival. It is threatened with exquisite timing fear we Proceeding through the dark, it becomes missing waist. And lead to a large amount of incontinence to fear much, but how the cheating that it should not Barre a friend who is with using the dark to have been recorded in the video. Cute figure of school girls cheeky likely is recorded how the surprised child get stuck from play the chatter seriously, such as a child too much in fear of people do not advance also recorded! Sadako comes up, too! ! Thanks to @rachelkirwan, she uploaded a sample video of it and reminded me of this video. The video is a little old so the definity is just 480p. It has been a long time since I upload videos last time. Do you miss me? :) I'll continue to upload good videos if I can get them. ------------------------------ 楽しい文化祭の思い出を撮影していたビデオに録画された女子校生達の失禁姿。真っ暗な中を怖々進むと絶妙なタイミングで脅かされ、腰が抜けたようになる。あまりの恐怖に大量失禁してしまうが、暗いのを利用し一緒にいる友達にはバレていないはずと誤魔化す様子まで映像に記録されている。本気でビビリその場から動けなくなる子、怖さのあまり中々進めない子など驚く様子も収録され生意気そうな女子校生の可愛い姿が収録!貞子も登場!! Productcode: DLF88-01 Downloadable: 2013/11/01 Time: 79 Bitrate: 2000 kbps Studios: Filth Submitter Satori Submitted 02/12/2017 Category Skirt Wetting  
  14. From the album Some of my pics

    This is a request from a friend of mine
  15. Well, it certainly has been awhile since I've posted anything here. Was bored and decided to whip this one up; did it a few months ago, but finally got around to proofreading and posting it. Most of my time has been spent writing commissions, almost all of which have been of a furry omorashi nature--but I felt it was time to do something free and more individualized. If you're interested in things like that, check the links on my profile to see where I have posted them, though some of them may be invisible without relevant accounts! Also, the name associated with this "loosely true story" has been changed. Enjoy! Tea at the Breakfast Place My favorite thing about taking Sara out to the 24 hour breakfast place was her choice in drinks--the sweet tea. She would burn through at least two full glasses, and sometimes start on a third, before we left. It usually only led into some leg bouncing and light fidgeting, but that was preferable to the times where we stayed extra late and she chose the public bathroom over waiting. The ride home was only twenty minutes, something of a sweet spot by my standards, but two to three glasses of tea was also a lot of liquid, so I could only expect so much. She told me she had been avoiding public bathrooms for as long as she could remember, which led me to believe she had grown fairly comfortable with having a somewhat full bladder. That on its own had made small, desperate scenarios pretty common, but they'd gotten even more common after she'd learned about my interests. However, despite an increase in frequency, she wasn't willing to hold it much longer, at least in public, which meant the situations I really looked forward to--the ones where she nearly had an accident--were only slightly more common. Honestly, what I wanted to see more than anything else was for her not to make it, but according to her, she had never pissed herself bad enough for it to make it to her pants. She'd never had “an accident”--by her standards-- as a teen or adult, with the exception of a few things she had done for me in private, on request. I had hope it would happen eventually, but I usually just tried to be content with what I was getting, which was probably more than the average omorashi aficionado. On this particular night, however, she started on her third glass of tea fairly early on, taking slow sips of it after essentially inhaling the last two glasses. This was always an unfortunate sight for me, because it was often a harbinger of an incoming bathroom visit, and since we were both getting particularly invested in our conversation, I knew there was little chance we would be leaving early—we never did on nights like these. For the time being, I was content with having such a stimulating back and forth, and didn't want to let my greed muck things up; but when I called for the check, I was pleasantly surprised when she did not excuse herself. As I paid and we stood from the table, I kept waiting for some familiar words and a bittersweet trot toward the restrooms, but it never came. I thought I could see some internal questioning going on as she collected her box of leftovers, and even thought her legs were a bit closer together than normal, but it may have just been my overly stimulated imagination. When we headed back to the car, I didn't think much would come of the event, but I was excited nonetheless for what could possibly be a little more squirming than normal, or something equally unremarkable. I had learned to set my expectations low for this kinda thing, since I could never really tell how things would go for sure, and this always gave me some kind of satisfaction with the turn out. This time, however, when we got in the car, she twisted around and placed the box of leftovers in the backseat, and upon returning to a normal sitting position, I saw her squirm the slightest bit while putting a hand on her upper thigh. “Damn, I probably should have gone to the bathroom...” She muttered something to that effect and looked at me with what looked like a mixture of faux-worry and playful-pleading. This sort of comment was unusual for her, as she normally endured silently. At which point she realized her bladder was actually quite full, I was not sure, but it seemed twisting around had made the fact clear. I looked over at her for a moment but didn't reply. Had it been anybody else, I'd have offered to wait while they went back in, but since I was with Sara, and she knew about my fetish, I just put it in reverse and reveled in the fact I could do something like this and have there be no hard feelings. She could have asked me to stop if she had wanted to, but she probably didn't think such a thing would be needed. Her confidence in being able to hold a lot of piss for exceptionally long periods of time was not misplaced. I feel this would be a good point in the story to stop and give a run down of her looks. She was a light-skinned Hispanic with short black hair and a very cute face that seemed to straddle a strange line between “boyish charm” and “model hot.” I can't remember the exact shirt, but it was nothing fancy, some kind of t-shirt that fit relatively loosely on her, casual for sure. She was wearing a pair of fairly new looking jeans that were tight around the thighs and hips, but paradoxically a bit loose at the waist, making slight shows of her underwear easy if she was not careful when she bent over. I wasn't sure of her exact cup size, but I would wager somewhere between a and b. Small, but it fit her well and looked very natural, both under clothing and in the nude. To supplement for the lack of weight on top, she had a somewhat bottom-heavy look. Her hips were wide compared to her fairly small build, and her thighs went along with them perfectly--one size above normal, one size below “too big.” Her butt wasn't huge, but as it goes with large thighs and hips, it wasn't small either. I would argue it was possibly the most aesthetically pleasing part of her body, though that was heavily in relation to how perfectly it fit on her. Her pear-like figure was resemblant of classical Greek sculpture, where the women were usually a psychologically pleasing place between small and large—I was truly thankful to be with somebody so attractive. Pulling out of the parking lot and on to the road required us to drive over a bump, one that always had to be hit with a certain amount of speed in order to avoid the oncoming traffic. I hit it and the car shook violently. Once I was driving safely in a lane, I glanced over at her and found both of her hands on her thighs, her legs closed tightly. Her body again invoked thoughts of a Greek sculpture, and it made me regret the lack of desperate poses in their art. Within just a couple minutes of driving, one of her legs started to bounce rapidly. She was sitting straight up, rather stiffly. A few moments later she spoke: “Wow, I really gotta piss.” I remember she said that exactly, because of how unusual it was. For starters, she didn't normally say “piss,” and on top of that, most of her commentary, if any, happened a bit later into the drive, usually when we were getting closer to home. “That bad, huh?” “Yeah.” The earlier comments hadn't seemed too stressed, but this one had the definite markings of worry in her tone. I swallowed in anticipation and went silent. It wasn't long until both of her legs were starting to bounce up and down, at first in a steady, consistent pattern, but after a bit, in uneven, shifting motions that seemed to stop and restart suddenly, as if without any calculation on her part. In the corner of my eyes I saw her lean forward a bit, and when I glanced over, I caught the movement of her throat as she swallowed and the casual placement of her hand between her legs. I knew she had noticed my glance, but she didn't look over at me. She did, however, speak a moment later: “Oh my god. “ Her tone was shaky, somewhere between worry and awe. I had only heard her like this a few times, and that was usually when she was steps away from a toilet; those events were normally the rare treats that had ended in a change of panties. Looking at her then, I wondered if I would be treated to one of those events, or if possibly something more would occur. Around the time we reached the ten minute mark, she crossed her legs, keeping her hand wedged tightly between them as she did it. One of her legs was alternating between stillness and bouncing, changing every few minutes, while the other was pinned firmly to the ground. She was letting out small moans and frequent words of complaint, which was very unusual for her, and she did this at least once every minute. About seventeen minutes into the ride she spoke up again: “Oh my God, please hurry.” Her eyes widened. Her back was stiff and her entire body jiggled with the sharp vibrations of her leg. She hadn't switch positions since assuming it, and was no doubt afraid to try anything different. It was around this point that I realized her desperation had been going up and down. At points, her leg would stop and she would relax, just a bit, enough for me to notice, and then after a few minutes, it would escalate again, and she would start jiggling and complaining up a storm. On top of that, this pendulum effect seemed to be moving increasingly quick with each passing interval. When we made it twenty one minutes into the trip—I should add the twenty minute estimate was when I sped, but due to truly 'extraneous' circumstances, I had disavowed my crude, speeding ways and assumed the role as a law-abiding citizen—she spoke up again: “I'm about to piss myself.” She said it calmer than she had uttered the other things, almost as if she was getting used to the unbearable pressure. “It's so bad.... Please hurry.” The second part was slightly more urgent. Looking down at the speedometer I sped up about one mile per hour—technically obliging her request. A few moments later, I saw her body begin to quiver and I noticed her face grow strained. She started bouncing, and then stopped and stiffened up after a few moments. She then started bouncing again and repeated the process about four times before she got stiffer and started to lean forward, keeping her hand viced between her crossed legs, presumably pressing as tightly as she could against her groin. The noise that then came from her throat had to have technically been a grunt, but it sounded somewhere between a moan and a squeak. After a few moments, I noticed her body relax just a smidgen and she started bouncing her foot again. I placed my hand on her thigh and rubbed it in a slow, soothing pattern. “You alright?” “...I leaked.” “... How bad?” “I can feel it.” I swallowed, the intense feeling of arousal making it hard to think. “How bad...? Like, on the your pants bad?” “No. I don't think so, but my underwear is pretty wet.” After that, we went silent again. In a way, I had already gotten what I wanted, but we still had a couple minutes before we would make it home, and even though it seemed like her urge had been relieved a bit, I still had hope this could be the accident I'd been waiting so long for. The rest of ride went by without much of a hitch, though it is worth noting within thirty seconds of our conversation her leg started bouncing again. When we pulled on to our street I saw her spine straighten out as she undid her seat belt. She muttered “oh my God...” under her breath, leaned in, and swallowed, keeping her legs crossed and her hand pincered the entire time. The moment we pulled into the parking lot, the overhead light of the car turned on, indicating she had cracked open the door. I saw her staring downward, toward the bottom of the car door, as I pulled in and brought us to a stop. She swallowed and with one swift motion uncrossed her legs and practically leaped out onto the asphalt. Before I got out, I saw her grimace through the passenger window from the sudden shift in gravity. With no regard for whether or not she was seen, she kept her hand pressed firmly into her groin. I quickly took my keys and headed off after her. She lead the way with a quick swagger, swinging her wide butt back and forth with each step. Her thighs stayed together, rubbing against each other as she masterfully maneuvered through the hallways--with impressive speed, I might add. I followed close behind, knowing that if I didn't, she would more than happily leave in the elevator without me. When we got to the elevator, we had to wait for it to come down to us, and there wasn't a moment where she stood still. At first it was just intense, obvious squirming, one foot to the other, hip swinging at the very least, all while she was grabbing herself, but after a few moments, she started pacing, as if the act of standing still would break her. When the elevator arrived, we both got on and I was treated to the same thing: intense squirming and soon pacing in circles, like she was running from the urge in a Benny Hill skit. I thought about keeping the door open to mess with her, but I felt like things had gotten a bit too intense for me to play that game. That one might make her legitimately mad. “Fuck... I'm leaking...” She said it with quick, short breaths. I could only imagine the state of her underwear, and I wondered if urine was beginning to dribble through. In the back of my mind, it occurred to me that while situations like this involving her were incredibly rare, they were not entirely unprecedented, but an actual accident up to then had been. I felt my heart beating heavily and loudly in my chest. There was a chance, but still no guarantee... When the elevator stopped, she shot off like a rocket, thighs remaining together as her butt and thighs swung back and forth through the hallway. She was already reaching into the tight pockets of her jeans to remove the apartment key. When we reached the apartment door, she reached forward and initially missed the locked, missing it a few more time with follow up stabs. In her frazzled state, she wouldn't be able to do it while squirming. She bit down on her lower lip and came to a stop. I saw her face tighten as she delicately maneuvered the key into the lock, and in the instant she turned the knob, her eyes widened. “Shit, shit, shit...!” The expletives said it all. She ran into the apartment and down the hallway toward the bathroom. I waited in the living room for about seven minutes before I heard the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. It ran for only two to three minutes and then it turned off. The results were pretty obvious, and I struggled with not pleasing myself right there on the couch, however I waited with bated breath for the degree of her accident and the damage she had inflicted on her jeans. When the door opened, there was a moment's hesitation, and then a pantless form, clutching something in its hands, darted off into our bedroom and swung the door closed before I could get a good image of what had happened. I sat for a moment and wondered how to salvage the situation. I stood up before it was too late and rushed to the bedroom. I knocked and asked if I could come in. “Umh... yeah.” She hesitated for a moment, no doubt choosing to answer in the affirmative entirely because of my fetish. When I walked in, the first thing I saw was her butt aimed at me, as she was bent down in front of our dresser procuring a change of clothes. She still had her panties on, bikini-style, cotton, a tasteful shade of white, a yellow-tinted dark spot starting about an inch above her butt cheek and extending all the way down her crotch. There were intermittent patches of varying sizes extending up her butt, all the way up to the hem of the panties, presumably from being unable to stop her stream even for the moment it would take to remove the underwear. Sitting askew on her floor were the jeans, their piled shape amorphous, but dark spots visible in the mess. “So, uh... Looks like things didn't go too well.” I said something dopey to that effect. “Yeah,” she turned around and smiled at me. It was a strange smile, very calm, possibly one of relief, not just in having gotten to pee, but in knowing her accident, a normally embarrassing and difficult experience, had brought me great pleasure. “I lost it when I was trying to unlock the door.” “... What happened?” Still standing in her panties, her change of clothes in hand, she explained. Through a small series of verbal back and forths, I essentially gathered that when she reached the door, standing still had done her in, and she had started to wet herself as she was opening the door. When she was running, she temporarily managed to regain a little control, but each step had caused a small to large leak, and the moment she entered the bathroom and came to a relative stop to the close the door, she was essentially, full-on peeing her pants. As she regarded it, she got her pants off “with light speed” so the damage could have been a lot worse, but there was no denying by the dark spots on her jeans it had been bad. I was disappointed she had already removed the jeans, and attempted to get her to put them back on to model them for me, but she was grossed out by the idea. I felt bad insisting, but the event was a rare one, and it didn't take long before she caved. She slipped on the jeans and I examined the wet spot. The spot wasn't as bad as I was expecting, but was still extremely noticeable. There wasn't anything visible from the front when she had her legs closed, but once she opened them, one could see the saturation that had run down the sides and back of her thighs. When she turned around, I found a much more noticeable trail of wetness, encroaching a few inches up to her butt cheeks, but most of it centering around her groin, growing out about two and a half inches in width, and then crawling down her legs, making a solid patch of wetness just past the half way point to her knees. After that she removed the jeans and panties and showered again, and the stuff beyond that is better left unstated. Hopefully you all enjoyed this occasion as much as I did!
  16. 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
  17. 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.
  18. Can't believe I'm actually writing this but I've thought about this for SO long now! I REALLY wanna see my boyfriend wet. I'm gonna be honest, he's very "vanilla" and almost a bit frigid. He's basic and nothing more. He doesn't know about my love for omorashi and I won't be telling him either. However as I've said before I don't like it when people hold on purpose, that doesn't arouse me. I also don't like people being forced to hold by another person because again that seems too planned still. I like it to be all accidental although obviously I'll have secretly encouraged it. my ideal scenario is where I make certain things happen in order to get him desperate in a place where he can't pee. Good thing is he probably wouldn't even pee in a bush or outside or anything , he's way too shy. When he goes to the toilet he shuts and locks the door so I don't even get to hear him go. The most pee stimulation I've ever got from him is when we were at a friends house party and he was standing outside the bathroom door waiting to use it and I seen him cross his legs for a few seconds but literally that's it. Nothing more. so does anyone have any ideas of what I could do? I won't tell him he has to hold, it'll have to look completely by accident. Accidentally on purpose haha. god I feel so cruel writing this whilst he's sleeping right next to me haha. So yeah, any ideas I'm grateful for!
  19. 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?
  20. Im a single straight guy holding me bladder rn what else should i do?
  21. Is anyone else interested in tickle wetting? I am, unfortunately, they're not so common, so i'm curious, where can I find the most tickle wetting photos? Which website, etc? If you find one, you could share the website here, or send the photo / video! The photo could be any, drawing, anime, etc.
  22. 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
  23. 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)
  24. 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!
  25. 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?