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  2. Batman007

    Astrid Hofferson's desperate journey

    Very good chapter
  3. Batman007

    Film Scene Fan Art

    Very good
  4. Sambaker2505

    Kayra_latin_, Our Queen of Pee.

    She did previously say that, but she has personally approved all these gifs herself, I showed them to her yesterday.
  5. OMG, RAYSCO! My childhood is still intact 😍😍😍
  6. Dravid61+

    Kayra_latin_, Our Queen of Pee.

    I thought that it was not allowed to show her face on this site
  7. herrokitty

    Desperation Vision

    Hey all, it's been a while but had a short chapter to continue. I probably only have about three or so scenarios in my head I want to write about for this series after this, but I haven't decided. Hope you enjoy. Unfortunately, I did not find a job in the same town as my college. I know, I probably look like an idiot passing up on the chance to be with a dream girl. But I was ambitious, I wanted a career, and I wasn’t likely to find something in journalism in my sleepy college town (or my sleepy hometown, for that matter), and if I did it wouldn’t go anywhere. So, with my degree and years of work at the student paper, I took an entry level reporter job focused on local government and affairs for a newspaper in San Diego. Not the most prestigious city or the prestigious paper, but a major city with opportunities for a career (including possibly moving to the nearby LA, which is where everyone ambitious wants to go to but also doesn’t want to admit they want to go to because it’s such a cliché to want to go to LA and it’s such an overpriced, clogged city that doesn’t live up to the hype at all). My dream is to become an investigative journalist, and being a political reporter wasn’t a bad place to start to get there. Still working on that dream, though. One thing adults don’t tell you about leaving college life is that your circle suddenly shrinks, especially if you move far away from everyone else. You stay friends, but you no longer see them all the time. You don’t make many new friends; you might make a friend at work, but mostly you want to keep them in the “friendly” area. No one wants their work life to dominate everything. So, what that means is that it’s a struggle to adjust to how much slower life is. And how much more boring. It also means that the rate of desperate ladies I saw went down a lot. But, after a handful of years in my early professional life, I did rack up a few stories. The first was a coworker named Selena who was a photographer. I had a lot of respect for her - she was a San Diego local who never went to college, but her talents with photography meant she was successfully employed by our paper full-time and had a side gig as a private photographer. I always thought she looked a bit like Michelle Rodriguez, and on this fateful day she was dressed in a way that helped the comparison - she was wearing a red crop top and camo pants, like Michelle Rodriguez in this picture. The crop top was solid red, not the somewhat outdated design in that picture, and of course Selena had buttoned up her pants and wasn’t showing off her underwear (though it was clear from behind when she bent over she was wearing a black thong… I noticed because, ya know, secret perv). I always liked the fact that she dressed how she wanted and didn’t have any regard for “office professionalism” (which is something I personally hate but am too meek to stand up against). She was a good enough photographer in a paper struggling to retain talent that I think they would let her dress how she wanted. On this day, about half a year into my career, I was covering a City Council meeting. One could guess what were the controversial policies of the day based on the agenda or previous stories, but you never knew what could blow up or sail through on any given day so my MO was generally to sit through the meeting, do a summary for the next day, and if there was any further controversial issues, interview community members and alders for a follow-up article the day after that. Some days there weren’t any controversial issues, but on this day, I saw the last resolution being discussed was about providing free tampons in government buildings. I know, SO touchy. I didn’t think it should be controversial, but we had one alder who was not only a die-hard conservative, he was the token old-school sexist and I knew this would get a rise out of him, if only him. Selena actually wasn’t there for the first half hour of the meeting. When she showed up, she grabbed a seat by me in the city council hall’s wings (designated for press and community members) and whispered, “Sorry I’m late, had to cover a story about the teacher’s union Quin’s doing.” Quin was a woman (the gender-neutral name doesn’t lend easily to figuring that out) who was our education reporter. I actually have a story about her too that I’ll tell a later time. I whispered, “No worries, you haven’t missed anything yet.” “I’ll get some pictures of the whole council and then I’ll come back and ask you which alders I should get pictures of individually.” “Sounds like a plan.” She stood up, but I noticed she crossed her legs when she stood up and paused for a brief second before walking out the wing to get a panorama shot of the meeting. I had seen a couple desperate ladies, but nothing substantial since I moved to San Diego, so my interest was piqued. I checked - yup, 85% full in her bladder. She must have had to hold it all the way through the last story and came straight here. I was distracted from the meeting, watching her take photos (which involves crouching, bending over, and other odd body angles to get the right shot - must have been a nightmare for her to do that while desperate), but I couldn’t imagine she really would be pushed hard, since there was a bathroom outside the meeting room. She came right back to me, though, and asked what to look out for. “Okay, so I think there will only be one agenda item with a lot of debate. We’re already halfway through the agenda and it’s been 45 minutes, so you haven’t missed anything. The last item is about free tampons and so you know you-know-who is gonna have a ton of stupid things to say.” Selena rolled her eyes. Latina artists are rarely sympathetic to sexist white guys, in my limited experience. To my surprise, Selena sat by me for the next ten minutes, probably hoping we’d breeze through fast enough for her to get the shots of debating and then head out. I didn’t have much to write so far, so I had plenty of time to side eye as she crossed her legs and tapped her foot. It was exciting and strange to see someone who usually exuded confidence and was a little larger than life have such a human need as being desperate to pee. Then something happened that I didn’t expect. The agenda item before the item I thought would get controversy exploded. Something to do with the fiscal details on some land purchase. I really couldn’t care less, but the price tag pissed off some conservative who began railing against it as big government. Selena knew she would have to take profiles of the politicians debating in case the story focused on one of them, so she reluctantly got up, now at 90% for her bladder. The alders were used to journalists taking photographs, so they weren’t phased as she stood on the sides and took photos. As the next legislator railed against the conservative, Selena bent down and stood in the empty space between the alders and the City Council President, who sat at podium facing the alders. She squatted to not block the President and got a front-facing shot of the alder speaking. As she squatted, though, I saw her bladder drop from 91% to 89%. The force of squatting must have caused her to squirt! I was personally glad I had my laptop on my lap… Eventually, about half an hour later, debate subsided and they voted, Selena snapping one more photo. She walked up to me. “Hey, do you still need me?” I was apologetic. “One more agenda item, then they’re done. I think it’ll have some debates so I’ll need you to grab a couple more photos.” She nodded, not letting on that she was at a 95% for her bladder at this point. As expected, the Republican I had pegged stood up to criticize the legislation. Selena walked back out to take pictures, taking smaller steps than before. She managed to be still and not let on many signs of desperation while she took photos (just the minor foot tap and she crossed her legs while she waited for the next debater so she could take their photo), but unfortunately for her the debate stretched out for another twenty minutes, and by that time she was at 99%. An alder on the front row was making a fiery feminist speech that I think Selena liked even despite her desperation, so she kneeled in front to get a shot of her speaking. As she kneeled, I could see disaster strike as her bladder dropped from 99% capacity to 95%. I didn’t see any sign from where I was standing, but Selena ducked out back to the wings and as she approached me, I saw a small dark patch that wasn’t really noticeable unless you were looking for it at her crotch. The debate was finally over so they were voting. Selena turned to get one last shot of them voting and I could see a larger wet spot the size of a fist on her butt. Again, with the dark camo, I didn’t think anyone noticed except me since I was staring and waiting for it to happen this whole time. As she stood in front of me taking the photo, I saw the wet patch darken and then slowly expand into two trails down her thighs, stopping at about a couple inches below her butt on both sides. She was down to 90%. She turned to me, and I saw the crotch was now pretty obviously wet. She asked, spurting between words, “Do… Umm… You need me… For anything else?” She could barely talk, she was so desperate. I shook my head. “Thanks, Selena. I’ll see you in the office.” She rushed out of the hall as I watched the number go down and the dark patch expand down her legs. 85%. 84%. 83%. 80%. She then disappeared from my sights. The meeting wrapped up after another minute and I had calmed down enough to get up, so I packed my things and walked out to beat the politicians out of the building. I got to the elevators just in time to see Selena get in one. She clearly had mostly peed in her pants, with the dark wetness going from her crotch all the way to past her knees, both from behind and in front. Her butt was totally soaked and I wonder if she just sat on the toilet and peed without taking off her pants. I pretended not to notice and dived into the elevator before it closed. I could smell the acrid pee wafting from her in the confined space as we descended in awkward silence. I could see her ears were bright red in embarrassment so I pretended not to notice anything. Her pants were so wet I actually could hear the occasional droplet falling off and onto the elevator floor, just residual drips from how soaked she was. As we exited the building, we parted ways to our cars and said our goodbyes like nothing had happened, which was also the vibe in the office when I saw her next, though I saw her cheeks redden as she likely remembered the embarrassing incident. I wish I could talk to her about it, but it was clear she wanted to never think about it again.
  8. Redd

    Cory Chase wetting/diaper vids?

    Can you rip it?
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  10. Keita123

    How did you hide it as a kid?

    I used to hide my slightly wet shorts inside my wardrobe. But at school, I could get away with leaking in my uniform pants and sweatpants throughout the day as they would be dry enough when I got home. I put them straight to the washer and my mom never complained.
  11. Celestia

    Five MDH Videos

    https://de.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d076ff1e7d7c https://de.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d076f07d85cf https://de.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d076e755cd75 https://de.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d076dceece4e https://de.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d0757a39421e
  12. Very happy to see this, I was hoping to write more after my Arya story, but it's great to see someone beat me to it. Great job so far, look forward to much more.
  13. peeople

    Women's Bathroom Lines

    15%girls have wet esexperiences not me
  14. shunlibiye

    Women's Bathroom Lines

    Many or just a few girls piss themselves?(primary school or middle school) Are you a girl yourself?
  15. Takumi41

    Fantasies you want to fulfill?

    I suppose one of my greatest fantasy would be having a cherished girl whom sits on my lap as we sit or lay down playing video games together. Obviously, she'd be wearing a diaper and would smile at me when she'd end up having an accident in her diaper--as she should.
  16. Manowar

    Poor her

    Fantastic start - that's right. But, if I could complain - why this chapter is far too short??? 😜
  17. With Kayra's approval i have created a new thread for her and her pee shows for everyone who still wishes to be a part of the pee shows of our Queen. As many of you know, she loved all the challenges and fun things you guys made her do, so feel free to come and join her in her room again soon and have fun like we previously did together. She has also given me permission to post Gifs and pictures, now and in the future. There may even be some short videos in the future. Any information about upcoming shows will be posted here. I will also post here everytime she comes online ( unless im sleeping lol ) The link to her page - https://m.chaturbate.com/kayra_latin_/ She hopes to see you there again soon, to torture her and bring fun and laughter. Please be polite and treat her with respect. Bladder bulges, Challenges, Beer shows, Pee dancing, Nude peeing, Wetting panties or pants, She does it all. Powerful pee streams - Sexy pee dancing - Bladder bulges - Wetting Jeans -
  18. peeople

    Women's Bathroom Lines

    YES. break time is only 8 minutes for girls use toilet. some weak bladder girls cannot hold it . teacher always refuse girls to go to WC during class
  19. MrSegasilver

    Just had quite an accident at work! :( (male)

    Poor thing! I'm so sorry that happened to you, though I can assure you the story is wonderful! Thank you for sharing, I hope it made you feel at least a *little* better to get it off your chest!
  20. shunlibiye

    Women's Bathroom Lines

    Have you seen girls piss themselves outside toilet?
  21. wolferine

    Plane desperation tomorrow

    good luck, i hope you get really bursting ❤️ :-p
  22. Chapter 6 Tim checked the time, a bit surprised to see it was after two, meaning he’d been there for around two hours. But it was so addictive! The surprising little bursts of urgency keeping him on his toes, adding so much excitement to his adventure. His own personal urgency was currently at 8/10, and he was enjoying the occasional little episodes of minor desperation that he picked up on. He hadn’t encountered any more cases of loss of control though, and as time wore on, he was learning how to focus on what he picked up on, and tune it down. The more he worked on it, the easier it was to control. In fact, if he could control it while his own bladder was so full, it may eventually work out okay in the end. Also, he’d picked up absolutely no cases of bowel desperation, not in the slightest, and the amount of people he’d been close to led him to believe that poop wasn’t going to be an issue at all, and he was very glad for that. Whilst he was enjoying himself, he really did need to pee shortly. The water bottle he’d just finished a nice addition to his earlier coffee, iced tea, and soda. Peeing would be regrettable, but it was fast becoming a necessity. Suddenly, he had a naughty idea! He was wearing a diaper, a good one that was only mildly used, so why not use it properly? He knew it would hold a lot, maybe not the full amount he was holding, but enough to lower his uncomfortable desperation to a more manageable level. He had been becoming much more comfortable about using the diaper for his “accidents,” so why not use it for a bit of fun as well? Tim found K-mart, and headed for the menswear section. By now, he felt genuinely desperate, and he winced as he passed a female employee heading towards the staff room. She was obviously bursting, and he almost lost control as she walked by, but he was able to quickly lock onto her signal, and tune it down straight away, proving to himself that he was starting to get the hang of controlling these impulses. He grinned to himself. As long as females weren’t actively peeing near him, he was able to control it. He selected a random pair of cheap jeans, not even glancing at the size or style. He had absolutely no intention of even trying them on, but he needed an excuse to lock himself in the changing cubicle for a couple of minutes. With the door securely locked behind him, he hung the new jeans from the door hook, and turned to face the mirror, pulling his track pants down at the same time. As usual, the sight of his reflection wearing a diaper was arousing, as well as the fact that he was about to do something incredibly naughty, like wet himself in the changing room of a crowded store, and he felt his penis twitching with the combination of arousal and need. He gave his crotch a squeeze, shivering with delight at the way the warm, damp padding mushed up against his organ. He thought he may be just a touch wetter than he originally thought, but still dry enough to empty some of his bladder without making a mess. Standing with his shaking legs slightly akimbo, he decided to try for a five second release, just to take the edge off. He snugged his diaper firmly up between his legs, took a deep breath, and tried to let go slowly. The intended slow release only lasted for a second, before the floodgates opened wide, and he began urinating hard. With a feeling of dread, he knew he’d underestimated his own need. He clamped his thighs tightly together and grabbed his padded groin, while still mentally counting to five. There was a moment of panic when he couldn’t stop at first, and he watched in horror as his nappy began to swell up and become discoloured. Eventually, he counted to nine, peeing a lot harder and longer than he intended, and by the time he was back in control, his nappy was starting to sag down heavily at the front. It felt fantastic though. Dammit! He knew he should’ve bought some spares! But he didn’t want to be carrying them around in a bag that might be searched by a security officer, and he hadn’t intended to stay here this long anyway. He could always take it off, either here or preferably in the men’s room, but he wasn’t confident enough to walk around without any protection altogether. Even an almost full diaper was better than none at all. Plus, it felt sooooo nice..... He thought about perhaps buying some at the pharmacy, but he didn’t have a lot of money, and it was a busy one at the mall, and there was always a chance he’d run into someone he knew. When he usually bought diapers, he always drove to a small pharmacy a few suburbs away where the risk of meeting anyone he knew was minimal. Plus, he had nearly a full package of them at home. No, he’d just leave leave this one on for now, and enjoy the hot, squishy warmth between his legs. After exiting the change rooms, he was in the process of hanging the untried new jeans back on the rack, when he felt a slight urgency. It wasn’t much, perhaps 5/10, which was about the same as what he was feeling in his own bladder now he’d successfully emptied some out of it. It was a weird feeling. He could isolate his own need entirely, feeling it completely normally, but her own mild urgency was there as well, like a completely separate entity, but still somehow joined to his. He could easily tune hers down, but his own need remained. The duality of it was a really weird feeling, but one he was already getting used to. Her needs didn’t really exaggerate his own, but did somehow make it much more noticeable. He got the feeling somehow, that she was concentrating acutely on her own bladder. He didn’t know how he knew this, but he did. It wasn’t something he’d experienced before, this feeling of concentration, and he didn’t understand it. She certainly wasn’t desperate, but he could tell that she was somehow focusing on it, and it heightened his own awareness. Tim looked around, spying the person it must be coming from, the only female in the menswear section that was anywhere close to him. It was a plump girl, somewhere around his own age, standing a couple of meters away, looking through a bin of discounted men’s shorts. She was perhaps five foot four, heavy set, with dyed red hair, and wearing a long, lightweight floral cotton summer dress. She showed no outward signs of needing a toilet, in fact she wasn’t in the slightest bit fidgety, and he knew she wasn’t fighting a major battle of control, but he also knew her mind was firmly fixed on her own bladder, as mild as her need was. Suddenly, he felt an extreme pressure, and hot piss flooded the front of his already soaked nappy. He couldn’t stop it, not even slow it down. He felt his already swollen diaper sag even more, then a hot trickle running down the inside of both his legs. He couldn’t even begin to stop it, and he watched the girl slowly glance around, as she continued to forcibly pee where she stood. She kept going for perhaps ten seconds, then calmly turned and walked away, leaving Tim with wet inner legs, and a soggy left sock. He found the nearest mirror, and was relieved to find that his shiny pants didn’t show the wetness that his legs felt, and although his penis felt like it was encased in a hot beach towel, the baggy sweats still hid it. Tim turned and walked to where the girl had been standing. There wasn’t even a single drop anywhere on the tiled floor! He saw her turning into another aisle further down the store. That hadn’t been an accident! That girl had deliberately wet herself! She had literally pushed to get it out. He knew that for a fact. He also new that she had been in complete control, and managed to stop the flow at will. Because of the lack of evidence left on the ground, there was only one logical conclusion. That girl had deliberately wet herself whilst wearing a diaper! He grinned, despite the fact that his pants were now a bit wet. How about that? He obviously wasn’t the only person in the world who got a kick out of something like this! Tim briefly considered catching up with her and introducing himself, but he couldn’t envision a single way that he could easily bring the subject up, so he regretfully decided to just leave the whole situation alone. This left him with a new conundrum now. His diaper was officially overflowing, and couldn’t hold any more, and he didn’t have a spare. His pants were already wet, and would be even wetter if he found another girl peeing anywhere around him. But he didn’t want to leave just yet either! As scary and stressful as this was, it was the most exciting thing he’d ever done in his life, and he wanted to hang around as long as possible. A lightbulbs went off inside his head! His gym bag! It was in the back of the car! It had a pair of jeans, plus underwear and socks in it. He could change in his car, then continue on for a little while without a diaper on, if he kept his bladder empty of course! Although he didn’t have a fresh diaper, he had an idea that might provide him with at least a little bit of protection. Without warning, the floodgates of his bladder opened again, this time without any warning, or feelings of external urgency. He just started wetting himself. It wasn’t a forceful stream, pushed out hard like it was with the other girl, but more of a slow, steady trickle, but one he had no control over. His overworked diaper couldn’t contain any more liquid, and it immediately started leaking not only from the leg guards, but also over and even through the saturated front padding. Tim’s head whipped around quickly, and he spied a very elderly lady, sitting in a wheelchair, with a crocheted wooden rug over her knees. She had the vague, distracted look of someone with Alzheimer’s, or some similar ailment, and was apparently emptying her bladder where she sat. Tim took a few steps away, out of her “zone,” and his own leakage immediately stopped, although his legs were now quite wet, including the front of his thighs. As he walked, the diaper squelched thickly between his legs, forcing more trickles out with every step. His cotton boxers felt clammy between his thighs, and his left sock was squishy as well. Fuck. He really regretted choosing to use his diaper on purpose now. Although he’d just peed himself by surprise twice in the last few minutes, his bladder was still not empty. He didn’t dare try and attempt a bathroom visit now, as he was probably almost noticeably wet, and he didn’t want to get even wetter by being near the ladies toilets. No. He’d finish wetting himself outside, at his car, then change his pants, and come back inside. It was brave, and perhaps even foolish, but he wasn’t ready to quit just yet.
  23. Dededesciple

    Ask Scarlett

    has ya mother eva met the Doom Slayer?
  24. Mister_P

    Other Cam Models?

    Did something happen to the kayra_latin thread? I don't see it and I feel like I'm out of the loop, but I don't know where one would go here to ask about something like that.
  25. Racehorse

    1.5 litre volume Challenge

    Her 1st volume attempt wasn't that big, that's why she made a 2nd. In general though her releases are huge and she's made quite a few movies.
  26. WesternWets

    Film Scene Fan Art

    Here's a preview of the next cinematic wetting I'm tackling, from the BBC series "In the Flesh". Another fear wetting where this time I've personified the girl's urinary system during the ordeal. Added some desperation buildup that way that could only be implied so much through the rest of Harriet Cains' stellar performance of a nervous wreck shoved into the face of danger. The rest will be available to download soon.
  27. Iliketrains

    Anthro Pokemon Requests (again)

    Can I get a Glaceon with her hands stuffed between her legs, struggling to hold it in as it flows out of her?
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