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Can you have her wetting on the bed with her outfit on then? Regardless how she does it? It would mean a lot to me! If not naked is fine of course. I just really loved the hu tao one you did! 🙂

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A nice friendly welcome to you, too! I think we all need more water. I'm told it does good things for you. As for the 8x8 rule, that usually goes at least double for me. 😁

A! It would be nice to add a little nudity too I think

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C and 1

best urinal pee ever.

All about embracing it really.

Well... I was bad boy yesterday 😐 so my master decided to punish me, and I can't use the toilet all day.. I woke up today in the morning and asked my bf if I can go potty to pee, he said no. Then we ate breakfast, and i asked him again. He said no because I did bad yesterday and need punishment. I just nodded and look down while squirming. After 1 hour he closed the toilet with key (we have toilet room and bathroom. We dont have bath and toilet in the same room) and said that I CANT pee, until he came back or my punishment will be longer. He kissed me and went to work leaving me desperate to pee with closed toilet. I held for like 10 minutes after that and couldnt do it anymore and just wet myselff.. I wet myself today 4 times, and now Im really desperate again.. I need to pee so badly.. Atleast im a good boy! But master will be back in 3 hours.. And dont worry guys, I like it!

This chapter has some more intense feelings and very extreme public humiliation that results in disstress and crying, incase that's a turn off for anyone. Also buying diapers. Beware ❤️ --------------------- Part 6 Travis had finally made it to the doctors office, the too-big sweatpants around his waist a painful reminder of why he was here. His voice shook with embarrassment as he explained to the doctor that he had been wetting his bed for the past 5 days and had 3 daytime accidents. The doctor seemed to be worried about diabetes, but ruled it our after some tests. They did more and more tests, some of which Travis didn't see the utility of, but he complied.by the end, the doctor scratched his head, seemingly puzzled. That can't be good. "Well... it doesn't seem anything is physically wrong with you" the man explained. "It might go away on it's own after a while...or it could be psychological" Travis gulped. "What does that mean...?" "It means the reason for your accidents could be in psychosomatic. Emotional, or perhaps spme kind of coping mechanism. For example, it could be truama related, or it could be because of stress. In cases like this there's not much to do other then go to a therapist and wait it out" Travis felt like he'd been hit by a landslide. No way, this couldn't continue! He couldn't just keep waking up in a soaked bed for an undefined amount of time, someone was bound to find out eventually. Hell, it had been less then a week and Joss had already found out. As if to intentionally make things worse for him, a nurse walked into the room with some documents at that moment, starting to sort them out by the doctors desk desk. She was a tall, blonde woman, very pretty, with pink lipstick and a ponytail. Why did people have to be here for this? While he was silently freaking out, his scared and overwhelmed feelings caused him to leak, wetting the seat of his borrowed pants. "B-but..." he stammered. There had to be something he could do. "There are medications we could try for the bedwetting spesifically, but if the cause is indeed psychological, they likely wouldn't be of much help, nor would they have much effect on your daytime accidents. All i can do for you is give you a perscription for adult diapers, to cover the cost" the doctor said, with a tone of finality. Travis stared at the doctor in slackjawed horror. All it took was a little muffled giggle from the nurse, and his already slipping control gave out entierly. "O-oh god" he yelped, squeezing his hands between his things. It did very little, his piss still gushing out from between his legs. This couldn't be happening, it was simply too humiliating to be real. The doctor looked mildly surprised, making another note on his clipboard, while the nurse looked on in absolte shock. "P-please sto-stop staring..." the distraught man stammered, face burning and voice growing thick. The hissing sound of his accident was impossibly loud in the otherwise quiet office, soon followed by equally loud splattering all over the floor. He could feel the beautiful nurses big eyes on him, no doubt unbelieving that she was witnessing a grown man wet his pants at the doctors office like a scared little kid. The doctor cleared his throat, commanding the nurses attention. "Right. Nurse, please bring me a towel to clean up the mess, and print a perscription for adult incontinence briefs while you're out. Thank you" The nurse started heading out of the room, but very clearly stared at where Travis was sitting in his accident the whole time. The seat of his pants were soaked, and piss was streaming off the chair like a waterfall, still, even though his baldder had emptied. He didn't dare move. "Stand up, if you will. Don't worry, we'll get this taken care off" Travis remaind quiet for the entier rest of his time there, not daring to even look up at the nurse when she returned with the towel and perscription. He was handed the perscription and shooed out the door, and he all he could do was run out of the building, trying his hardest not to cry. He tied his jacket around his waist, covering up the wetness on his pants, atleast from the back. Luckily, the pants were black, so the patch wasn't super obvious, but he felt like it was all everyone could see. He knew himself, and knew there was no way he would exit the house again today if he went home, so he decided to bite the bullet and get the perscription on his way home, despite his pissy pants. He told himself over and over that people couldn't tell he'd pissed himself. He knew that, logically, but it still felt like there might aswell have been a neon pink light up sign floating above his head the read "I PEE MY PANTS" He shuffled nervously into the drug store, stalking closer and closer to the relevant Isle, trying to will himself to just go to it. He knew he was making himself much more noticeable and suspicious by lingering the way he was, but he couldn't help it. Every time someone walked past him, he jumped away from the incontinence products, earning himself weird looks and knowing glances. When he finally got up to the shelves, stacked full of adult diapers, his face beat red, he was so nervous he could bearly focus on trying to read the packaging on any of them. His still completely relaxed bladder leaked liberaly into his underwear and reheated his now cold pants, making him hurry up. If he had an accident in here, he would never show his face in public ever again. He grabbed a bag of adult-sized pull-ups, guessing at the size, and headed to the counter right away. This was where he realized he should have ignored the perscription and just gone to the regular store instead of to the apothecary. Here, he would have to go through a cashier, no self chekout options here. He cursed himself. He would have to remember next time. No, wait. Not next time, he was going to get better, he wasn't going to be in diapers forever! There wouldn't be a next time, he couldn't think like that. Another dipp trailed down his leg as if to mock him. By the time he got to the front of the line, he had a consistent slow drip of urine running down his legs, and a look on his face like he was about to cry. The cashier looked concerned, but by the blessing of some benevolent god, did not ask. She simply scanned his pack of pull-ups and handed it to him, letting him flee from the premises as soon as possible. Soon, he was sitting on the buss trying to collect himself, when he realized he really should have gotten a bag for this. He was now sitting with a big pack of adult diapers fully visible on his lap. He tried turning it around, to atleast hide the illustration clearly depicting a diaper on the front, but it was still fairly obvious what the package was. He focused his eyes out the window and prayed no one would notice, all the while unconciously leaking, soaking his buss seat little by little. His prayer was not awnsered, as not far away from his stop, a high, brash voice rang though the entire buss. "Mommy, is that big boy wearing diapers?" Asked some snotfaced brat Travis was determined not to acknowlage, simply sinking further and further into himself. "Hush George, not so loud" the kids mother scolded. "Don't snoop" "But he has a big bag of nappies!" "Maybe he wets the bed just like you George, you wouldn't like it if i yelled that so loudly to everybody, would you?" "But he's a big kid! I thought big kids didn't wet their beds?!" The buss mercifully stopped outside the collage campus, and Travis wasted no time sprinting out of his seat and off the buss. He heard the kid loudly gasp on his way out. "Mommy! Mommy! He peed on the seat! He peed on the seat, mommy! That's not allowed!" Pure devistation shot through Travis's veins, and he channeled it into running away as fast as he could. Fuck, he'd wet his seat on the buss, and he hadn't even noticed. How could nothing be physically wrong with him, this didn't make any sense! Fuck that horrible kid, he'd always thought of himself as child-neutral, but he had now decided he fucking hated kids. A mix of embarrassed and angry tears ran down his face as he ran to his dorm room, blatantly ignoring everyone who called his name on the way. He couldn't stop, could let them see what he was holding in his arms, couldn't let them notice his damp pants. He got to his room in record time, slamming the door behind him and locking it. He choked back a sob, half-heartedly kicking the door as he vigorusly tried to scrub the tears from his face. "Ah...didn't go well?" Joss was sat at his desk on his side of the room, of-fucking-course, and looking silently at him. "Sh-shut up" he sniffled, but all the bite of his anger was gone. There was only the ugly, vunerable sorrow and humiliation left. Was he really crying right infront of another man, because he pissed his pants if all things? He felt so pathetic. Joss seemed to soften a bit, standing up from his desk. Travis honestly thought the last thing in the world he wanted right now was to be touched, but when Joss gave him a comforting rub of the shoulder, he honestly felt like he would do anything for him if it ment he would continue. Joss pulled him into a hug, and they stood like that for a while, while Travis tried to gain control of his breathing. "...I'm sorry" the shorter man eventually mumbled into the others shoulder. "What do you have to be sorry about?" Joss brushed him off. "I peed in your pants" That seem to trip Joss up a bit, before he snorted out a laugh. "Yeah, i noticed" That made them both laugh as they seperated, Travis still keeping his head down in embarrassment. "I really am sorry... I'll wash them..." "No worries" Joss insisted again, glancing at the bag of pull-ups on the floor. "So... diapers?" "Ok, well, i have to go shower" Travis cringed, quickly grabbing the bag of the floor and hiding it under his covers. While his face burned with shame, it was atleast nice to know Joss didn't judge him. The man in question raised his hands above his head in surrender, letting it go, turning back to his work as Travis barreled out of the conversation and into the bathroom. As he went through the ever normalizing ritual of peeling his wet clothes off, throwing them in the laundry, and getting in the shower to rinse off, his thoughts were pulled between how much he wished the worst on that kid that had humiliated him so badly, and how weird it was that Joss always seemed to make him feel so much better. ----------------------------- A little toxic romance ❤️ I'm trying to decide between making Joss use hypnosis to make Travis attracted to men (him, specifically), or if that's too far and would be a big turnoff for the majority of people, and i should just have it happen naturally. Then again, their relationship is pretty toxic either way, and this story is just fetish fuel, so maybe I'm overcomplicating it. Please give me some input on this if you have any. Thank you ❤️

Oh bummer. I wonder why? Still love the remaining content. There’s some “squirting” content still left which is quite obviously peeing.

While I'm on the topic I'll put up that backlog I mentioned before so this is all the requests I've received and their progress and place in the order. Sorry it's taking so long, haven't gotten many chances to write lately -Fire Emblem Three Houses: As The Curtain Falls *Complete* -Attack on Titan: Give up on Your Pride and Pee *Complete* -Fairly Odd Parents: Title TBD *In progress ~50%* -Fire Emblem Three Houses: Student Becomes the Master *Prepared for Progress* -Doki Doki Literature Club: Just Monika *Still in Preparation* -Attack On Titan: Title TBD (Historia, Ymir, and Sasha) *Still in Preparation* I'm honestly terrible at doing names for these, I've just been going with whatever comes to mind first, so if you have any ideas for names for your requests it is greatly appreciated. I'm also gonna try to finish the FOP draft that I'm working on before I work today, if I manage that it could be posted as early as tonight. I'm going to try to make some progress on a couple of the other drafts as well, at the very least get a plan for each of them, so hopefully I can get another one done in the next week. Thanks again for all the interest in my work! P.S. If I missed any requests in my list there please let me know, I'd hate to miss anyone

Shiny red panties get wet.

I'm guessing those are OC's, if not I'm unfamiliar with the source. I think I'm going to stay away from doing OC stories, I have a bit of a rule about not writing for characters I'm unfamiliar with. It's primarily as a means of quality control, but there's a bit more to it than that. There are a few things that could eventually change that rule, namely if I ever start taking commissions, but until I can get a bit more consistent on my schedule I won't even consider taking anyone's money. But I would also need full character profiles for anyone involved, that way I can do my best to actually portray your OC's as well as I can. I do really appreciate the interest, and I'm sorry if this is disappointing, but I don't want to disappoint people by misrepresenting their original characters, as someone who is very particular about my own characters, I would not forgive myself for that. I would be more than happy to do a request for you on something I am familiar with if you like.

Not sure if I understand the question here…would you mind rephrasing it?

Finally someone asks g the hard hitting questions haha usually 2 then 1 unless I’m really really desperate to pee

A, listen to Mason with Mason's Jacket tied around her waist. Keep drinking water to stay hydrated. It would be nice to see some desperation from the rest of the group - who unless I've misremembered haven't had a bathroom break either. 4, Add male desperation for Mason/Ben? Maybe they've been holding it since they don't have anywhere secluded to pee for this portion of the hike.

Its somewhat embarrassing. When I'm horny I do think about it especially more recently.

Sorry, pretty busy playing Diablo 4 for now. As far as Noelle goes, there are models for her, and having their eyes closed was my choice for the template so I can open her eyes if you so desire. But having her wear a dress or armor and in the doggy position with her eyes open kind of defeats the purpose of bedwetting (it's more wetting ON the bed, not wetting THE bed), so you might be better of requesting this from someone else. I'd like to keep the thread to bedwetting. I already did Violet Evergarden. There are some clothed images there as well. You can find them on Page 1.

The car journey begins: Daniel Daniel was pleased when Ellen finally spoke again, though by goodness was she nosy he realised as she questioned him first about his career choices, then his clothing choices. Conversations were never his strong point but feeling obligated to talk he decided to return the same question to his passenger since he was concentrating too much on driving right now to think of anything more original. At least he didn’t have to look at Ellen or give eye contact. That definitely made things easier. “So what made you want to work for a homeless charity then?” “I like helping people I guess. I can empathise with them. We’ve all had our struggles haven’t we? I mean but for the grace of God go I. I suppose I kind of think that could be any one of us really. Everyone needs help sometimes.” “A lot of people only have themselves to blame though.” “Do you really think that? I don’t. People do things for a reason. No one chooses to become an alcoholic or a drug addict in my experience. No one chooses to be homeless. None of the people on the Adventurer II chose to have their towns bombed.” “That’s different.” “Is that why you’ve been so amazing at finding places for so many of them? You know we’re the talk of the Shelter office don’t you? They can’t believe you’ve found so many properties when we’ve really struggled as a charity to get landlords and the council to help local folk. We’ve had a few locals kicking up stink too wondering why the refugees have been getting houses before them. I’m not looking forward to returning to local work when that cruise leaves. Saying that I doubt many of the locals would want to live in a tower block in Dundee.” “Beggars can’t be choosers Ellen. It’s a roof over their heads isn’t it. Home is what you make it.” “I guess. It’s just…well constantly being uprooted is…unsettling. Stressful. Exhausting. I know we don’t have much choice with this but the only reason I agreed to come was to make sure those refugees get the support they need. I don’t know how I can do that if they are in Dundee. Geez Dundee Dan. Could it be any further away?” Daniel flinched. He was never called Dan. Why did Ellen call him that? He hadn’t been called that since he was a child. He swallowed and was just about to attempt to reply when he was interrupted by his mobile ringing. Clicking to answer on the hands free he was glad Ellen had gone silent to allow him to take the call. It was his counterpart Keith from Dundee city council apologising for the short notice but asking if the meet up at the flats could be later that afternoon. There was a delay with the contractor who needed to be there for health and safety reasons but he could still do 2:30pm if that worked? Knowing how badly he needed this to go ahead, and the fact they were over half way there already, Daniel agreed and ended the call. He knew he hadn’t asked Ellen if that was ok with her but what choice had he had? Now he felt a little guilty though as he quietly asked Ellen if that was ok. Not that he could change it if it wasn’t. He wouldn’t have time to take her back then get back to Dundee in time never mind the wasted petrol and time that would take. “I hope that’s ok with you? Sorry about this.” “You didn’t postpone it did you? I suppose on a positive we’ve got time for a cuppa now. I don’t know about you but I’m gasping for some tea.” Daniel only ever pulled off the road for fuel when driving but he felt he owed it to Ellen on this occasion since he’d not only invited her but had now commandeered her entire day without her having any say in it. Seeing a sign for services up ahead he indicated to pull into the left hand lane ready to pull off at the next exit. They had plenty time to spare now so why not.

I was just reminded of an incident where I was dress shopping, and my mom gave me a dress to try on. It was a very pretty dark blue with a collar, but it looked incredibly short. I don't mind short dresses, but this one even looked like it may not be long enough. I tried it on in the dressing room and when I called out to my mom that it was too short, she urged me to come out and show her anyways. She would absolutely insist on seeing me in everything I try on so she can be the judge. She was an incredible control freak all my life. So, she would not listen when I told her that the dress was too short. We went back and forth. And eventually, I got fed up and opened the door to the dressing room enough so she could see that my underwear was showing. She then pulled the door shut and started to scold me. "Why didn't you tell me it was too short?" "I did, but you insisted I show you!" I just had to get this off my chest. There's a reason I don't talk to this woman anymore.

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A few weeks went by and everyone seemed to forget about everything. Emily and me were still friends but I spited her as she started becoming friends with the popular kids and I was left behind. I knew I had to get back at her. What better way than to humiliate her infront of her little buddies? As I waited patiently with the bathroom key on the end of my bed, Emily came running in with her hand in her crotch. "Wooo that was a long ass lecture. I needa pee JETS right now." "Yeah, no. You ain't getting away so easily." "Ashley, why is the door locked. Please unlock it, I really need to pee!" I stood infront of her, twidling the keys in my hand as Emily bounced on the spot with her hands in her crotch. Good. She felt exactly as I felt before. Sweet revenge. "I want you to feel exactly what I felt when you humiliated me. So you're gonna hold your pee until tomorrow, too." Emily's eyes widened as her legs twisted and turned in an attempt to hold back her pee. Her face was contorted and her hands were squeezed in between her thighs. I could imagine the piss drops wanting to drip out from her pee hole but not being able to roll out into her perfectly pink panties. "N-no. I'm not doing that. Ashley, please, no one talks about it anymore." "If you use the toilet at all in the time or wet yourself, I'll tell your sweet, gullible friends about what you've been doing behind their backs. Mkay? Come on, let's go to lunch." I grabbed Emily's hand and led her out of our dorm room, feeling absolutely unstoppable. When people stared, I felt relieved that they weren't staring at me, but at Emily, who's hand was probably going numb from holding her crotch. We got to our lunch table with our food and sat down. Emily sat across from me, doubled over in her seat and moaning quietly. She squirmed her ass around, bucking her hips with her hand pressed on her desperate pussy. I watched in pure bliss as I ate my salad and drinking my drink. "Come on, buttercup. Drink up!" I sloshed her water bottle in her face and grinned. Emily moaned even louder, squirming noticeably and keeping her hands in her crotch. She grabbed her water and clenched it with pure desperation. "Ash, please. I can't do this. I don't want to wet myself. I don't think I can-" Emily gasped. "Oh god, some just leaked out." She showed me her golf ball pee patch on her panties under the table before clasping her hands on her pussy again. Eventually the bell rang for our next classes, I led Emily out of the cafeteria and into the girls toilets, where I took her into the cubicle with me. "Alright, I'm gonna pee real quick. Have a sit." Emily slid onto the floor and clenched her quivering pussy with her hands as she listened to my sweet relief. I finished up my long pee as Emily ran on the spot with her hands in between her legs. Beads of sweat collected on her contorted forehead. "Art class next, Em. I think we're doing life drawing next and I want you to be our pissy model." I giggled as I washed my hands for a lengthy time, giving Emily a chance to hear water fall just like I had to subject to. Watching her wiggle around on the spot and bounce up and down in the mirror was super satisfying. Sweet revenge. We walked into our art class with a podium in the middle of all of our canvases. I knew exactly what was going to happen and was so ready to humiliate Emily even more than I was. What made this better? "Alright class, a little bit of an R rated lesson. We're going to be painting live models except they're going to strip completely naked. This lesson will help you to capture your particular model in all their glory. Now, who would like to consent to becoming our beautiful model?" I raised Emily's available hand and the teacher nodded towards us. "Em? You want to do it?" I kicked Emily in the leg, forcing her to participate. Boy, was this gonna be fun! Emily stripped her clothing with great difficulty behind the cover in the classroom, but seeing her silhouette was just as fun. Watching her grab her crotch whilst wriggling around on her the spit and bucking her hips up and down was nothing short of satisfying. I couldn't wait for the live drawing. Emily sat on the podium, completely stripped naked. She wriggled her naked ass around the podium seat with a crotch on her hand, but after carefully watching her pussy, I could see more piss drops rolling around. Her face contorted to a beautiful level, I could only dream of what she would look like when wetting herself infront of our entire class. "Em, could you move your hand to your knee, please, Sweetie? Thank you." Emily hesitated but seemed to get a control on her pee hole and placed her hands delicately in her lap. Her hips were the only thing stopping her from pissing herself, but I could clearly see her lose control. I wanted to make her life so much more miserable so I asked our teacher for beach/whale sounds to play as we concentrated on painting every curve that Emily had. She agreed and began playing her Spotify playlist, which made Emily wriggle around slightly more quickly that before, wild eyes darting everywhere around the room. "Ok Em, I'm gonna need you to stand up on the podium with your hands flat on your legs, please?" "R-really? Um...okay, yeah, sure." Emily looked upset with how things were turning out and that really did put a smile on my face. Emily's hands slowly drifted towards her crotch, but she quickly snapped them back to position when our teacher looked up from her canvas. Emily wrapped her legs around each other to stop her quivering pussy from releasing her hot piss in class. I started getting impatient with the results of her desperation until I noticed a few drops of pee escape from her pee hole, rolling down her legs slowly. Water crashing sounds with no clothes and a pee hole a few seconds away from bursting open with a jet of piss can only mean disaster. And I was glad. Emily squirmed and bounced, grabbing everyone's attention. Eventually, she gave up and held her beautiful pussy in her hands. Everyone started finishing up their drawings until... A gasp from Emily. A loud short hiss. The sound of Emily's legs clamping together and hands clasping onto her pussy. She was about to lose it. "Oh god...oh miss...I'm sorry I gotta go I-" Emily's piss began hissing out of her pussy. She ran to the sink in the corner as her pee splashed out of her and onto the floor, leaving a wobbly trail as she ran with desperation. Emily only managed to get a small fraction of her pee in the sink, holding up her pussy in a V shape to direct the remainder of her stream. Everyone stopped and stared with gaping mouths. It was hot. And there was still not a single thing I needed to tell her friends. I just wanted her to feel EXACTLY like I felt. And I bet she fucking did. (Hope y'all enjoyed!!!! Another part? Or new series?)