Fear wetting is so good but it’s so much better when the thing that scared them isn’t actually a threat. Like they hear rustling, foot steps, heavy breathing, loud bang/crash and pee their pants only to find a raccoon knocked over a trash can or something
Would be soooo weird if you made me piss myself in your lap… like sooo weird… like especially if no matter how much I begged you’d tell me to just keep holding till I was a leaky whining mess.. like that would be soooo strange and it would be sooo weird if every time I tried to get up you’d wrap your hands round my waist and push on my bladder as you pulled me back on my lap… like ewwww that’s soooo weird likeee who would even like that..
the concept of someone fully crying while leaking is so cute because the panic is really starting to set in. especially if they're not allowed to go for another hour or two, but their poor little bladder is just stretched to the max. can't help it, just dribbling like a puppy while they whine and squirm. their dom touching them would make it so much worse, cupping their damp groin over their pants as they sniffle and try desperately to close their legs.
My partner is very supportive even tho they aren't into onorashi. They just let me have accidents anytime. It not my fault I am not always about yo hold 🥺
i’m really just hooked on the idea of being exposed while leaking today bc imagine a pretty girl in a dress - not super short, but it’s short enough that when she sits, if she isn’t careful there is nothing between her panties and the chair.
and nobody knows it but she’s been out and about for hours and hasn’t had the chance to pee for a while. she’s bursting. but she’s bladder shy, and she’s having fun with her friends, and doesn’t want to take time away to try to pee, just to not be able to go anyway because it’s not a bathroom she’s comfortable with.
and she’s used to this, really. being bladder shy has given her quite the control. she isn’t concerned, really. so she’s just. unbelievably full and having a normal conversation with her friends, sitting on a plastic chair in the back yard at some friend’s party.
you’re not in the conversation, but nearby. you notice her. you can tell she’s a bit awkward in her movements. notice her hand rubbing slowly up and down her thigh. how she doesn’t seem able to sit still, and her thighs are pressed together in a less than normal way.
there are some points of the conversation where she goes a bit quiet, but you can’t hear the conversation enough to know if it’s about that or maybe about what you’re starting to suspect is a full bladder.
her friends move eventually, going to go talk to someone else in the yard. she slowly gets up to go with them, very careful in her movements. but she seems fine once standing. there’s nothing on her dress. she’s not crossing her legs. maybe you were wrong.
as she walks away you notice the chair she was in has… moisture on it? not a puddle, but definitely like something wet had been there. a few moments later she returns, and… wipes the seat with a napkin. she looks around shyly and notices you watching. she blushes but shrugs. “spilled something,” she says, “didn’t want anyone to sit in it.”
you nod and smile, but you know better. you know exactly what she spilled.
she goes to stand with her friends across the yard, and you keep watching her. of course you do. you couldn’t take your eyes off of her if you tried. and she still looks normal, but she’s still constantly moving, swaying in a way that subtly shifts her weight from foot to foot. tapping her foot occasionally. you notice her hand move to her lower stomach a few times, touching gently before moving it away. it seems like a nervous habit. a friend holds out a drink to her. she takes it, and takes a sip, but no more. maybe she’s too polite to say no?
eventually she stills, and you watch carefully to see what is happening. her posture is stiff. in the fun party lighting of the yard you notice it- a drop of liquid dripping down the back of her thigh. just one drop, sliding down, down, down leaving a wet trail behind as it goes. two more follow in quick succession, and you wonder if she’s breaking. if she’ll wet herself right there in the middle of the party. you spare a glance to her face and see that somehow, even as she leaks, she’s still talking; fully involved in the conversation. she must have so much practice with this.
your eyes trail back to her legs and you watch as the other two wet tracks make their way down her leg. you’re not at the right angle to see if there are any more leaks than that, but you can’t risk getting closer. it’s a good thing you’re known for not liking parties. you just go because your friend insists. you’ll have to thank them for that later.
a few minutes later, your eyes catch as a stream of clear liquid drips down her leg - it definitely can’t be called a drop anymore. there’s too much. how are her friends not noticing this?
she’s at her limit, it seems. she excuses herself from her friends and… goes over to the edge of the yard. you know there’s a bike path behind the house, and it turns into forest. none of her friends are going with her, and it’s getting dark. she really shouldn’t go out there alone.
you head over, too. just to make sure she’s safe. but casually, of course. you don’t want to be creepy or make her uncomfortable. as you get closer, though, she hears your footsteps and turns around. her hand flies away from her crotch as she does- seems she was finally holding herself since she’d thought she was out of eyes view. she’s blushing with exertion, but she smiles at you again. “sorry,” she says, waving her hands a bit. she’s shifting from foot to foot. “did you need something? i just had to-“ and she gestures vaguely to the small gate that leads to the woods behind the property. she’s bouncing, a hand on her thigh in a way that tells you it would be jammed against her crotch if she weren’t talking to you.
“s’fine. just wanted to tell you not to go too far into the woods. it can be dangerous.”
she nods, and her smile looks less forced, more genuine. “thanks. i’ll be careful.”
she turns around again and as she opens the gate and goes through it you can see that she’s leaking more now, several more thin streams cascading down the backs of her legs. her flip flops are wet.
you figure you’ll wait nearby the gate until she gets back, just to make sure she’s fine. you’d gotten lost in those woods before, you know they can be tricky.
what you didnt think was that she wouldn’t go far at all. you can hear through the fence a loud, splashing torrent of liquid against dirt and a relieved sigh. it sounds like she’s right there on the path, like she didn’t even make it into the woods. maybe she hadn’t intended to. she pees for a long time. you wish you were wearing a watch so you could know just how long. she must have been holding for hours.
you try not to listen. really you do. you don’t want to be creepy. but it’s so loud, and then less loud, and then a trickle, and the nothing. you’re almost relieved when it’s over, because you’re so turned on and don’t know how much more of that you could take
and then the back gate is opening again and she turns to see you, smiling. her face is still pink, but yours is now, too. she looks far more relaxed. “see, i didn’t get lost or eaten”
you laugh. you didn’t expect her to want to talk to you after that interaction you’d had. you’d figured she would be embarrassed since it was clear you’d caught onto her predicament. “i’m glad.”
she looks you over, then holds up the cup that’s still in her hand. you notice now it’s empty. “want to come with me to get a refill?” she asks, surprising you. “you know, since i spilled mine before,” her smile is telling. she hadn’t seemed like it, but she knew you were watching. maybe that whole time she had known. and now she was smirking, teasing - but it’s not mean, it’s playful. intrigued.
you smile, and take her cup. “we’ll get you some napkins, too. just in case.”
The wet spot on your underwear that's not even soaked through, not enough to be noticeable to anyone aside from you, but you know it's there. It's a reminder of how close you came to losing it when you were on the brink, an embarrassing little secret that taunts you with the knowledge that you were barely able to control your bursting bladder. Or, if you're still desperate, it's a terrifying promise of what's to come, slowly growing with every tiny leak, threatening to turn from a shameful secret to a full on display that everybody around you can see.
Waking up in the middle of wetting the bed and squeezing your legs together fast so you stop going, and having the embarassment of having to wake up the other person in the bed to start stripping the sheets off....except as you do you suddenly become realllllly aware that you just stopped yourself from peeing right in the middle and you are in fact absolutely desperate to finish and your holding ability is so weak from your accident that no sooner have you realised this than you feel a sudden warm gush between your legs and you realise you've started having an accident on the bedroom floor and you have to squeak and run to the bathroom while kind of still wetting yourself-
Nope this has never ever ever ever happened to me ever ever
To kick things off, he’d probably have a small and weak ass bladder. Damn you Ei(/j).
I like to think that he wouldn’t be vocal about his need, and would rather be shy to ask if he can go and more hesitant to announce or state his need. However, I think he would start becoming vocal about it when it starts to get real bad.
The most he’ll do that would be considered “vocal” (before he’s nearing his limit) would be making small noises, but that’s it.
He tries to be subtle when it comes to body language, but when he’s alone or it’s really bad, he’ll definitely be fidgeting a lot, maybe even doing a slight potty dance if it gets really bad.
He also fidgets with his accessories if he’s desperate, but mostly in the earlier stages of his desperation.
If he has an accident around another person, he’ll likely yell at them to look away.
After the accident, he’ll mostly try to cover up his face by tilting his hat down.
Denies wanting to be comforted, but definitely wants it.
Usually tears up after an accident, sometimes full on crying if he’s around someone he really trusts (the only person I could think about for the people he really trusts would be Nahida, Tartaglia and Traveler (these two only a bit)).
Cries if someone comforts him, but will calm down relatively quickly.
He prefers verbal comfort, but he does enjoy physical comfort sometimes.
That’s all I’ve got. If you have any complaints or anything to add onto this, go ahead!
I’ve been into omo, female wetting, accidents, piss kink for a long time. I especially love it when women pee jeans or pants. I’ve been trying to put myself out there more, because I’m not ashamed of this fetish. I am in a relationship, but if anyone would like to share things with me about this fetish, I don’t see any harm in that. My girlfriend knows about my fetish, and she accepts it.
I love to write stories, so if anyone wants to give me some prompts I would be happy to come up with something.
Hi I am a cis pan woman 👋. Can't share much i guess and english is not my first language. But I somehow into this kink since I first felt any sexual desires. But it have always been not about sex but about being naughty. I've been wetting myself rarely because they're i not much opportunities, currently I don't have private space to do it. I have long relationship with my bf and he knows about my kink but not into it. But we managed to add some elements of it into our sex life. Hope I'll be able to do it again some day hehe
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