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  1. I'm a very avid reader, and I love it when I come across an omorashi scene in a book. There are a few forum posts about this, so I'm guessing some of you do too. The information on the forums is great, but it could be better organized. That's why I am proud to present, in the vein of the Full Compiled Anime/Manga List Project (this one https://omorashi.org/topic/23841-full-compiled-animemanga-omorashi-scene-database-project/ )... THE PEE BOOK LIST! So here's the link: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1OEsBsyySn_63MRT0hbofWyJNOt9foxvxmbyFtKQT0s8/edit#gid=973794901 And here's how it works. Title, Author and Genre: Pretty self-explanatory. Character: This indicates the age and sex of the character(s) in the omo scene, Man, Woman, Boy, and Girl. For teenage characters, Boy and Girl are used. Tags: These are some indicators of what the scene features, such as desperation, outdoor peeing and fear wetting. Rating: This category is only used for the comic list. It's basically the same one as the Pee Movie List, with ratings of Explicit, Stream, Wetness, Tame and implied. (No Audio rating; not sure how that would work in a comic.) Link: A link to the book for your reading pleasure. Nine times out of ten it's a Google Book preview which will take you right to the scene in question. I currently have all the books listed in this thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/29379-the-return-of-book-omorashi-scenes/ , plus some of my own, and I'll add the ones from the older longer thread in the near future. If you find a new scene you can post it here (the list isn't open to editing) or at the link above and I'll add it to the list. Let me know what you think. Enjoy!
  2. Hey i was wondering if anyone had the lovewetting video "out of gas" with licky lex. Ive attached a screenshot
  3. 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."
  4. Was wondering if anyone has had any experience with this site? Appears like a pay per view? Im looking for the videos in the screenshots of lara cumkitten and one of bondageangel. Maybe someone here has them!
  5. I was forgot about her until I saw her new video. She has some good pee/wetting videos. Here I will post the wetting ones. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph572f63b03328e - panty wetting (nudity) http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph586ff79ecd6f3 - thong wetting (nudity) http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph587fd3ca436f4 - jeans wetting (no nudity) http://www.pornhub.com/users/ravenbigass/videos - this is link to her profile and all her videos
  6. 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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    As my post promised in that one thread, here it is, a smoking and wetting video from yours truly. Also shows my feet at various times if you're into that ;) Really needed to go, hated to waste it, so decided to throw on some light-colored jeans, light up a smoke, sit down in my No Way Out chair, and try to read the chapter I've been working on. There are only two omo scenes in it, but I only made it to the first one before I started pissing myself a little. I wanted to hold on longer, but Doody (my roommate) came home, so I had to just let go.

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  8. Just a short video of a girl who wets her brown pants. Brown pants wetting.mp4
  9. I found this video and thought some of you may like it. I'm not really into slowmo videos, I prefer to watch in normal speed, but this one is good for watching. It's a girl who wets her black satin panties while kneeling. There is no nudity in the video. Here's the link: http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5899af164706a
  10. Found this on tumblr can someone grab? http://gotta-go-lottie.tumblr.com/post/153763543168/after-holding-for-hours-while-i-babysat-i-was Password is gottagolottie
  11. Faint, rapid clicking echoed down the hallways of the small apartment complex's fifth floor, as heeled boots quickly clicked against the black tile floors of the building, their own obviously in a very big hurry, her little pigtails bouncing with each little shuffle she made. Her bottom lip curled in as her top row of teeth nervously pressed down on it nervously, one hand holding the front of her red plaid patterned pleated skirt while the other arm supported her school bag, Letting a short breath escape her, Make tightened her fingers on the front of her skirt, bringing her thighs close together and shortening her stride as another tingling urge presented itself down in her nether regions. The poor girl hadn't had any sort of chance to relieve herself all day, and it was beginning to weigh on her as she neared home, where she knew the first thing she'd be doing was plopping down on the toilet and letting go of all the water she'd consumed during the day without hardly realizing it. Looking back on it, she had quite a lot more liquid than she normally did, considering she'd had a tall glass of Orange Juice with breakfast, and then somehow water bottles kept getting into her hand all day, first the one she brought with her was gone early in the morning, as she consumed it without much thought during first hour homeroom. Then she had filled it up by a school water fountain, and consumed that bit slowly through the next two hours of the day. She'd had a can of juice at lunch, and more water throughout the afternoon. Looking back on it, she was a little surprised that she hadn't felt any sort of urge to use the bathroom throughout the day, but she supposed that it was due to the fact that all her focus was spent on tests and projects all day. Either way, towards the end of last hour, it all began to hit her like a freight train, and within the first ten minutes of class, she could hardly sit still. Soul had even taken notice, but whenever he would quietly ask why she was wiggling her hips like she was dancing the salsa, Maka's embarrassment got the better of her and she insisted that she was fine, even taking a bit of a snippy tone to quiet him down. In a way, she was almost glad he decided to drop it, though she was worried that she upset him, since he elected to stay behind at the school and hang out with Black*Star and Tsubaki rather than walk home with her...but it was also a good thing since that way she could take a slightly back-alley route home, staying out of plain sight so she could openly hold the front of her skirt as she walked...Several times she considered stopping in some place and asking to use the bathroom, but she also figured that it would take longer to find someplace where she could go without buying something than it would just to get home... The girl let out a sigh of relief as she finally came to her door, reaching into her bag to go searching for her house keys. All the introspective thought had done a good job of taking her mind off of her tingling bladder while she made her way down the home stretch, but now that she was standing right in front of the door, with her bathroom just waiting on the other side, she could feel her body ready to release at a moments notice. Her legs crossed and she looked around, making sure she was alone in the hall, before bending at the knee, her butt stuck out behind her as she bounced and squirmed in a little dance, one hand still gripping the hem of her skirt as though it was a life line. Her eyes squinted up as her cheeks flushed a bit red, her skirt fluttering a bit with the awkward movements, her muscles tightening until the sudden urge subsided enough for her to move her focus elsewhere, returning to the search for her keys... She searched and searched...pushing books back and forth, opening folders to see if they had gotten lodged somewhere, checked behind papers and under everything in her bag, and her face went slightly red as she realized that her keys were not in the main pocket of her bag where she always kept them. Did she leave them inside!? At school?! She began to frantically check for them in her other pockets, all the while her panic sending her bladder into overdrive as it tried to release then and there since her body was prepared for a toilet and it looked as though none would be provided. Letting out a whimper, the girl did her little dance again as she looked for her keys, this time uncrossing her legs and bouncing from foot to foot, her thighs together and her feet slightly apart with her butt dipped low, wiggling back and forth as she moved, before her legs crossed the other way again and straightened out, bouncing on the heel with her body stood as straight as an arrow. "Are you kidding!?" She hisses with whispered breath, tossing her head back with an expression scrunched up in discomfort as she realized her keys were nowhere on her person, her hips cocking out to one side as she bounced on one leg, her other leg wrapping around it's twin while her hands came down and grabbed the front of her skirt in front of her thighs. Bending forward, she gasped as she felt her body attempt to push even a little bit out once more, doubling over and pushing her hands against her thighs, while both feet returned to the ground, her knees bending and her butt sticking out bouncing as she rocked on her heels, grimacing and rubbing her thighs together, struggling to think up a plan. When she finally returned enough control to reach up and knock the backside of her hand against the wooden door, her other hand still firmly gripping the front of her skirt, the constant tugging making her uniform shirt come untucked just a little in the front and show beneath the hem of her sweater vest. "Come on Blair, open up..." she mutters, relying on the new magic-cat that had recently taken up residence in the apartment to be her saving grace in this situation. After waiting 30 seconds, dancing around like a fool outside her door, Maka's face turned into a scowl, and she knocked again, this time a lot harder. "Blair!? Are you in there!? Open up!" she calls, hoping that she would be heard through the door and the woman-cat would allow her entry into her home. It was an agonizing wait, and all the while Make's petite body was trying to fight against her more and more, her balms growing moist with sweat along with the inside of her thighs as they continued to rub together and wrap around each other, her knees bouncing, making her skirt bounce right along with her, her boots clacking against the floor as she did her little dance of desperation. Gritting her teeth, she leaned her forehead against the door and brought one leg up, bending it fully at the knee and leaning her knee against the door, her other foot bouncing on the heel as she crossed her bent leg in front of the other, trying some way to get more pressure on her nether regions without openly holding herself like a child. She waited, and waited, and still no answer came, and the girl gave up hope that Blair was even home, recalling that she had mentioned having a job now to occupy her time. Groaning aloud, she turned and leaned her back against the door, swinging her hips and tapping her feet while her hands returned to gripping the front hem of her skirt, her head leaned back and scrunched up in effort as she struggled to stave of an impending flood that was only growing harder to handle the longer she waited and the more hopeless she became. Desperate, she then resorted to another idea, searching in her bag and pulling out a small wallet, from which she retrieved a school-issued ID card, sporting her picture, name,curriculum, and even rank, attached to a plain black lanyard. It was thin and flimsy, but she had no other tools to pick the door open with. Never having done it before, she tried to recall anything from her friends that might help her, knowing that Soul had picked their door many a time when he forgot his key, and knowing Black*Star was able to do so in order to better move around undetected. However, Black*Star had tools that helped him, and she had never been with Soul when he had to pick the door, since she would usually open the door if he couldn't when they were together. Swallowing, she slipped the card into the crack between the door and the frame, moving it around beside the knob. Using her other hand, she brought it up and held the door knob, thinking about how this would work logically. Jiggling it, it was indeed locked, and moving the card around, she was relieved to figure out that while the door was shut, the deadbolt lock above the knob was open. Jiggling on the spot, bouncing as she attempted to work out the solution to this puzzle of a situation, she reckoned that the way it worked was that one could turn the knob ever so slightly when it was locked before you were prevented from turning it, and that must pull the bolt back just a little. If she could work the card into the small space that the bolt entered into while it was pulled out ever so slightly, she could use the corner to push the bolt back and open the locked door. Unfortunately, the technique that she was applying didn't seem to be working. With a groan, she pulled the card out and tried again, switching the leg she was bouncing on and crossing the opposite leg around the front of her, bending forward and bouncing at the knee once more. This time she started up above the plate on the doorframe, and tried to simply slide the card down to see if it would catch anywhere, pushing it outwards towards the plate so it might slip between the bolt and the the frame. With a whimper, her face turned red as she felt her body once again begin begging to release right then and there, and she had to let go of the doorknob and lean against the door while her hand pushed into the side of her thigh in order to keep from leaking, her hips shaking back and forth as her skirt swung with the motions, the card smacking against the door's bolt. Wiggling it back and forth, she gasped as she felt the card pop down, and the door suddenly swung open with her weight against it. Maka fell hard onto the floor, yelping sharply as she shoulder checked the ground, immediately rolling onto her back and holding the shoulder, while, rather childishly, her legs curled up and crossed over one another at the ankle, her face scrunching up once more as she felt her body ache down below with the force of the impact. By the breeze, she was pretty sure that her skirt was doing nothing to cover her panties at this point, but she didn't really take too much time to think on it. Once she was sure she could move without losing it all then and there, she turned over onto her front and pushed to her feet as fast as possible, blushing as the movement allowed her to feel a damp warmth between her thighs, her panties having gone moist soaking up a tiny dribble that managed to escape during her fall. Swallowing nervously, she didn't even bother to retrieve her bag or close the door, rushing towards the bathroom with shuffling steps, both hands clinging to her skirt for dear life until she reached the bathroom door, and one hand reached out to grab the knob. It was locked. Why was it locked?! Nobody was home!? There's no reason for the bathroom to be locked! And she didn't have time to search for her keys! Oh... "oh good god...!" she squeaked under her breath, her neck huddling up between her shoulders as she felt her body violently begin to her fight her, tears welling up between her eyelids as she felt the harsh tingling turn to a sharp pain. Finally relenting her pride, she pushed both hands between her legs, bunching her skirt up under her fingers as she pushed up against her womanhood, keeping pressure on as she danced from foot to foot, her knees bending and bouncing in desperation. Why was it locked...why? Blair! Lifting one hand from her crotch, Maka smacked side side of her fist against the door as hard as she could, her face bright red in embarrassment, with the added emotion of frustration towards the woman cat on the other side of the door. "Blair! Open up right now oh...oh god you gotta open up!" She yells out, wincing and whimpering halfway through her sentence as her command turns to a plead. She didn't stop banging on the door, even as she felt another tiny trickle escape from between her lips, soaking into the fabric of her underwear, moist and pressing against her lower lips. This was it...she was going to wet her panties like a little girl, in her own home, right in front of the bathroom door... With a quiet gasp of relief and happiness, Make perked up as she heard noise from beyond the door. "~Nyaaaaa~ " Came the sound of Blair yawning on the other side of the door. Maka's lips curled into a scowl for only a moment. She was SLEEPING?! In the Bathroom!? But her outrage turned quickly back to feelings of pure desperation as she pounded on the door once more, doubling up and pressing her other hand into her crotch as hard as she could, her legs crossing around her arm as she bounced and wiggled her butt behind her. "Blair, Blair please! Open up Icantwaitanymoreohmygod!" she frantically drones out, before returning her hand to her crotch with a gasp and a moan, shuddering as she felt a spurt jet out of her and spread through her underwear moisture warmth spreading across her skirt, and moisture beginning to soak into that too. Her fingers felt the dampness, and it felt like all hope was lost... The door creaked open, but nobody was behind it. The young meister couldn't even wait for it to open all the way, busting through the door and making for the toilet, relieved to see it was unoccupied. The bathroom had a light fog settled in it, and smelled of..pumpkin spice of all things... Getting to the sweet porcelain throne, Maka, reticent to remove either hand from it's place in her crotch, attempted to use her knee to knock the lid up, smacking the top of her bare knee against the lid with a wince. It didn't budge. The girl figured that it was just because she didn't do it well enough, and so she tried again, and it still didn't budge. With little time left, relief so close, she started to quietly whimper as tears leaked down her face, clenching her muscles as tight as she could as she removed one hand from her crotch and pulled on the lid. It was being held down by something "Hi there Maka~" Whipping around, returning her hand to her moist womanhood, Maka shot a glare at the tub, where the source of the sing-song greeting was laying. One could barely see past the giant amount of bubbles the woman had obscuring almost her whole body, but her head was completely in the open, her purple cat ears twitching while her hand, peeking up above the bubbles to show her finger swaying back and forth while a purple glow surrounded it. Her eyes were half lidded, tired from just waking, but her lips were curled into a mischievous grin, her cat teeth poking out over her bottom lip. "Blair Stop!" Maka commanded, but the woman just smiled and shook her head. "You interrupted my bath time! That's so rude...I think you should be punished." She teases, her amber eye locking with Maka's tear-streaked face. The girl was absolutely trembling, unable to even dance around anymore without dribbling, or at least that's what it felt like would happen, and she really didn't want to find out if it would or not. "Blair I don't have time to argue with you, Please! I'm begging you!" She cries, her voice cracking as she struggled to find the words that would get her relief. The cat made a gesture involving putting a finger to her chin and looking up in thought, waiting for a long time with a "hmmmmm" for emphasis. "Blair!" Maka yells once more, eyes popping wide as she feels yet another spurt leak from between her tired lower lips, spreading through her panties before pushing through to wet her skirt, her hands feeling moist and damp once more as the warmth spread over her palms. "Pee over here." Blair says. Maka almost couldn't believe she just heard that, but then again Blair was weird enough that she didn't really put it past her. "WHAT!?" The girl shouts, flabbergasted. The woman giggled at Maka's response and made a come hither gesture with her non-magic-using hand, "Over here, come on, you don't have much time left right? Pee in the tub?" ...It was sick...disgusting. Maka's face lit up bright red as she processed what the woman was telling her to do. Pee over the side of the tub into the water that Blair was currently using, and possibly on the woman herself. It was...horrid, perverted, absolutely nauseating. "No! That's disgusting!" "You said you didn't have time to argue right? It's either that or sit her and convince me that you deserve to..." the woman put extra emphasis on the word, "peeee~...in the toilet..." she says smirking. The power of suggestion hit Maka like a train, the word spiking pressure in her bladder to an unbearable level. She could feel everything bursting to get out right then and there, her body shaking and trembling. Blair was right. She had no more time...she needed to go, NOW, and if she didn't it would mean a mess all over the floor to clean up. Swallowing, Maka took a step towards the tub... "There's a good little Meister...~" Blair's tone was sickening...a condescending mixture of sickly sweet sing-song and the pouty lipped dribble people spoke to small dogs who were obeying commands. Maka's face had never been redder, but she didn't have any more time to dwell on it. Shuffling forward, she made it to the side of the tub, the smell of pumpkin spice nearly overwhelming her olfactory senses as she shook beside the tub. She had to be very careful how she moved. Closing her thighs as tight as she could, she slipped her hands out from between her legs, her skirt remaining folded between her thighs from the sheer tightness of her limbs. Gasping and letting a soft cry out, she felt her body immediately protest the shifting of pressure, another dribble leaking into her underwear, and only barely stopping with the effort of her muscles. She carefully worked her hands at the button and zipper around the back side of her skirt, not wanting to keep it on and risk peeing on it as it hung down or getting it covered in soapy bubbles and possibly staining it beyond use for school. As the sipper came down, her skirt dropped around her ankles making her face get even redder, even though she thought it couldn't possibly heat up anymore. Her panties were originally plain white cotton, the only decoration being a little red band around the waist, which was cutting into a visibly bloated abdomen. The crotch of the garment was now a visibly darker grey-like color, with slight yellow discoloration to them, while the patch spread further up the seat. "Oooh, someone's a little leaky!~" Blair chimes in with her little two center. Maka took shaky, short breaths as she could feel every part of her body pushing to let go. She wanted to pee, oh she wanted to pee right there. Moving her hands up to her hips, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and yanked them down to her knees, moving as quickly as she could to sit on the side of the tub, putting an arm behind her across the bathtub onto the wall to support her weight while her knees bent over the side, her butt and womanhood hanging into the mess of bubbles. Maka's body shivered, and a deep moan escaped her as urine began to gush from between her thighs, splashing into the water below and popping any bubbles on the way down. The girl's face lit up a bright red as a chill ran down her spin, her muscles all relaxing as her eyes rolled back and closed in sweet bliss, her other free hand letting go of her underwear and hanging limply, her fingertips dipping into the water of the bath. But her relief was cut short when suddenly an arm wrapped around her waist and yanked her backwards into the water, pulling her down onto Blair's lap. The girl shreaked and squirmed against the woman's grasp, but the surprise and sheer tightness of the grip Blair had on her was inescapable. The water came up to her stomach and mid thigh as her legs came up into the air to keep her shoes and panties dry (relatively,) while the girl squealed and writhed against Blair's grip. "What the hell do you think you're doing!" She yells out, feeling her pee spreading through the water around, the underwater jet pushing against Blair's thighs before rising up towards the surface of the water, her butt held down in Blair's lap by the woman's arm. Maka tried to pull back on her stream, but her body wouldn't let her, and so she just kept going and going into the bathwater, while tears streaked her face and she slowly stopped thrashing, mortified and disgusted by what was happening. Blair, meanwhile, had a look up relaxation and pleasure on her face, her ears folded down and her eyes shut, a smile on her face and a blush on her cheeks as she held Maka there, her breasts pressing against the girl's back and the girl's butt pushed into her lap. "It's alright Maka, I pee in the bath too, it's no biggie." She coos with a giggle, making the girl groan and reach up, hiding her face in her hand. "Your disgusting...pervert...this is revolting...." she whimpers, muffled by her hands. She stopped fighting and just sat there, the water soaking into her uniform shirt and sweatervest, her legs coming down with her feet resting on either side of the tub, her stained panties only barely above the surface of the water as Maka stretched them with her knees to keep them from falling. It took nearly a minute for Maka's stream to die down, at which point Blair let the girl go. The young Meister wasted no time getting up and and out of the tub, dripping wet as she yanked her panties up and ran off into the house, headed for her room and slamming the door shut behind her, leaving the bubble bath popped and the water a more noticeable yellow color. Blair sunk down once more up to her breasts, a devious, satisfied, kitten-like smile traced out across her features as she settled back into her bathwater to doze once more... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (Alternate ending for those that don't like perverted renditions of existing characters) Lifting one hand from her crotch, Maka smacked side side of her fist against the door as hard as she could, her face bright red in embarrassment, with the added emotion of frustration towards the woman cat on the other side of the door. "Blair! Open up right now oh...oh god you gotta open up!" She yells out, wincing and whimpering halfway through her sentence as her command turns to a plead. She didn't stop banging on the door, even as she felt another tiny trickle escape from between her lips, soaking into the fabric of her underwear, moist and pressing against her lower lips. This was it...she was going to wet her panties like a little girl, in her own home, right in front of the bathroom door... There was no response from inside the bathroom, and Maka's last hope of peeing in a toilet was all but gone now, all she could do was minimize the damage. Her mind began racing as she leaned against the door of the bathroom, shaking as she grabbed herself tightly. There had to be somewhere she could pee without making a mess, or at least a little one that she could easily clean later...there had to be somewhere She turned her head, looking around the relatively small apartment for somewhere she could release her pent up waters. Soul's room was out of the question...there was the hamper in her room...no...the small vase on her desk...not big enough. Groaning and crying out, she turned around and leaned her back against the door, sliding down to sit on the floor, her fingers still pressing into her crotch while her legs bounced and rubbed together frantically. Out the window? Absolutely not...The kitchen sink?.... The kitchen sink... It had a drain, the stainless steel obviously wouldn't stain and would help eliminate any smell if she rinsed out the drain fast enough...and they had a dishwasher so the only thing the sink really got used for was water and food disposal...and it wasn't like peeing in the sink would contaminate water coming out of it? Right?...she didn't really know...but she didn't have time to deliberate any more... but now she was in a pickle..sitting on the floor, she wasn't sure she could get up... But she had to. Leaning all her weight against the door, she pushed with her legs to slide herself up, wincing and whimpering as her body instructed, neigh, commanded her to stop...but she wouldn't listen. At one point, halfway up, she had to pause, gasping she she felt her body squeeze out a harsh spurt, soaking into her panties and her skirt, and even dripping down onto the floor below a little. She pleaded with her body not to go yet, to hold on a little longer as she move up more, until she was finally standing. Taking careful baby steps, she shuffled her way to the kitchen, every step sending a jolt and a shiver up her spin and through her lower extremities. Into the kitchen, up to the sink, she faced her final hurdle, getting her behind up over the sink. Moving carefully, she pulled both hands out from between her thighs, where she had been keeping the flood at bay, and pushed her legs together as tight as she could, shaking with the pang of pain her body sent her in protest. She reached up under her skirt and tugged her white cotton panties down, revealing a relatively large stain of dark grey with yellow discoloration in the crotch, gusset, and up the seat of them, bringing them to her knees then letting them drop to her ankles. Her eyes shot open wide, and she felt something inside her shift. A stream began to leak out, running down her legs to her knees. She was out of time. Rushing, she planted her hands on the counter and jumped up, pee splattering onto the floor and down the counter as she turned and sat on the edge, one leg slipping out of her panties while they hung around the other ankle. Pushing herself back, she let out a sigh, which quickly turned to a moan of pure relief as she released all tension in her muscles, allowing her pee to noisily splatter against the metal beneath her. A shiver ran up her spine as she was consumed with the release of all that pressure, rushing out from between her thighs. Streaks fell down the cabinets in the side of the counter, running down to the small puddle on the floor. Her thighs glistened with moisture, and her hands wandered under her skirt and bunched it up around her waist to keep it dry, not knowing she had already gotten a little on the back hem, and the stain on the front where she had been holding herself was obviously noticeable even from a seated angle. Opening her eyes, she looked down at her knees, and legs, sighing as she thought about what she was doing, feeling embarrassed, but glad nobody was there to see it, and that she'd be able to hide it. At least she didn't have a complete accident, and there was no way to get to the toilet... She sat there for about 15 seconds of just listening to her stream patter against the stainless steel of the sink...before her eyes were drawn to movement. "Maka?!" A call came along with a glimpse of white hair moving in through the still wide open living room door....
  12. This happened to me just last week. I was busting my ass all day at work and never got the chance to run to the bathroom, the ENTIRE day. I had a full days bladder and I hadn't really noticed how badly I needed to go because I was so distracted. Anyway, I finished my shift around 5pm and was about to head home, but I realized my car was absolutely dead out of gas - like I was hardly making it to the station down the road. I'm one of those lazy people who waits until the last second to do a lot of things so this was a regular occurrence for me. The need to pee was getting stronger once I was sitting by myself and not super busy and distracted but I still ignored it (big mistake). I really had to stop and get gas and I was confident that I could just be quick about it and jump back in my car to go home. So I get to the pump down the street and there's already two other cars there. I pulled up to the pump facing the road as my car was drastically flashing the "Low Fuel" sign at me. Trying to be quick I began to fumble about my car in search of what I needed. I grabbed my card to pay at the pump (thank god I didn't go inside) and I hopped out of my tiny car onto the pavement. Gasoline fumes assaulted my nose and the sound of cars whizzing by filled my ears. As soon as I stood up I realized I would be doing the potty dance for the next few minutes that I'd be out of the vehicle. Trying to power through the experience, I jammed my card into the machine and grabbed the gas pump. As I inserted the nozzle into my car the need to pee was getting unbearable. I tried to be subtle about my desperation because there were other people around me and I was already facing a busy road. "Halfway there" I thought to myself as I looked at the rising numbers "I can do this" I stopped dancing for just a moment to look at the pump to see my progress and I felt a spurt of wetness dampen my panties. I quickly tried to stop the stream but that little spurt was all my body needed to let the flood gates open. It started slow but quickly got out of hand. I stood there next to my car, frozen like a statue as my panties drenched and overflowed into my dress-trousers. I felt a stream of wetness run down the back of my thighs. Two streams down the front of each pant leg. And a stream at the source, my crotch, easily passing through the fabric and directly hitting the pavement with a little tinkling "splash" sound. I looked down in heated embarrassment as I saw massive wet spots forming and a puddle on the ground where I had been standing. My bladder finally emptied itself without any consideration for me. The streams slowed down and finally came to a stop with a few moments of dripping. Drip. I literally couldn't move I was so humiliated. Drip. Oh god how Is this possible? Drip. Shit, did anyone see me? *a final little stream came out of fear, hitting the puddle beneath me rather loudly* I looked up and saw a guy next to me getting out of his SUV at that moment. Another guy at the next pump over glancing in my direction. I ripped the nozzle out of my car and slammed it back into the fuel pump. My only goal was to get out of public and away from wondering eyes as soon as possible. I was too scared to even look at the stopped cars on the road as I jumped into my vehicle as quickly as I could and started to drive home. I sat for a thirty minute drive with soaked trousers and panties in humiliation and shame, thinking about all of the people who could have seen me. Hoping that there isn't some security footage of the incident but I can't help but wonder if there is... A lesson learned, always make time for the little things or they will make time for themselves...
  13. This is both a search and opinion article. First question is, what are the bound2burst videos (besides to pee or not to pee) that you believe are 100% real pee holding accidents even though technically "staged." Which ones are or look the genuine most real to you. I refuse to buy anything less from them. In general whether you find the video you can post it here, or lead me in the direction of where to buy it, or even just talk about the most genuine pee holding accidents you can find. I'm not talking about ones where they stand there open legged peeing going "oh my god I can't hold it" with a fake tone, but the ones that try to hold it until the point they can't. Even if you don't have or can't find it describe it. I want to share ideas and see what people come up with related to this topic. All are welcome! I'm just looking for the absolute best of the best.
  14. I wouldn't quite call this a fetish, but it's something I enjoy doing. I don't like leaving my room in general, but I really don't like the cold ass bathroom. We go through a lot of water bottles, sometimes I save a few. Generally when I wake up and have to pee really badly, instead of struggling to get to the bathroom, I just grab a bottle. I don't have a small penis, I just put the tip up to the bottle. So what do you think?! Anyone else enjoy using things/places other than the bathroom? Since I was a kid, I remember enjoying the activity of peeing in various outdoor places. I figure someone else must have experienced this! What are your thoughts?
  15. https://eroshare.com/i/asaengxk
  16. Coukd someone grab? http://toiletsarelame.tumblr.com/post/156801600676/prideinpassion-g-5755-since-shes-so-proud-of
  17. 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!
  18. View File Roxy Raye jeans pissing I was looking for this for a long time and I finally found it now :) Roxy Raye talking dirty, pissing in her jeans, taking them off and sucking her dirty panties. Edited out of a full video (title in the beginning of the video). Contains nudity! Sorry for not a great quality, but I haven't found any better version. Submitter slovenc79 Submitted 02/04/2017 Category Pants Wetting  
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    I was looking for this for a long time and I finally found it now :) Roxy Raye talking dirty, pissing in her jeans, taking them off and sucking her dirty panties. Edited out of a full video (title in the beginning of the video). Contains nudity! Sorry for not a great quality, but I haven't found any better version.

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  20. I'm not really into pregnant girls, but I think these videos are good. In the first one she wets her blue panties while sitting on the floor. Pregnant Wetting 1.wmv In the second one she wets her orange pantyhose while cleaning the bathtub. Pregnant Wetting 2.wmv
  21. Girl wets her grey thong in the bathroom.mp4 It's actually a backstage video during a photoshoot, but some of you may like it.
  22. So, I found this Anime Pee Compilations, which I downloaded 2007. Could anybody tell me where this scenes are from? (Like name of the anime and episode) Anime pee pt 8-3.flv Anime pee pt 9.flv Anime pee pt 10.flv Anime pee Pt 1.flv Anime pee pt 2.flv Anime pee Pt 3.flv Anime pee pt 4.flv Anime pee pt 5.flv Anime pee pt 6.flv Anime pee pt 7.flv Anime pee pt 8 v2.flv Anime pee pt 8.flv Anime pee pt 8-2.flv
  23. 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.
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    So this gem I got right here was something I found on google search by accident; and I'm glad I did. This game is called Dungeon Challengers. You take control of this green hair elf girl who is trying to solve this 10 floor dungeon, while gathering allies and enemies alike to go with her. While she is in there, she has to combat enemies, keep an eye on her stomach, her thirst...and then her bladder and rectum. As you progress in the dungeon you will to address all five needs, as if any one of them drops to 0, the game is over and you must restart from the hub town all over again. This game features alot of CGs that occur based on what you do. From peeing in a portable toilet, to an actual toilet, to having an accident. Even the people you recruit also has CGs to them, and there is even a few hidden ones if you can find them. I haven't found everything yet, but I found a good amount of stuff. There is alot more scat here than pee, which is a downside for me because I do not like scat. At all. Hate it. The creator has more games, but I will not be uploading them as I have yet to acquire them; nor do I care to as they are all about scat. You will have to get them on your own research. I think though the best part about this game is the fact that it's actually a very fun game on top of the desperation factor. This is pretty much an actual video game instead of just a RPG loaded with desperation. This game has a Mega Man/Metroidvana like feel to it too...you're never really put into a sport when you're in danger...you usually are placed into control environments where you get to see the enemies and their patterns, and the game rarely puts you into a spot that is completely unfair. There is a level up and shop system that works really well. Micro managing all five meters is pretty difficult, while also trying to progress through the dungeon. There is also a Zelda II feel to it as well; as there is alot of secrets that require certain items to obtain. All in all, it fulfills the wishes of people who like gaming and omorashi on both avenues.

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  25. Any recommendation for the best adult diapers available in the US for containing leaks? I have yet to find a brand that can contain even one wetting, and I don't even have a very large bladder. I am a rather petite girl if it matters.