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  1. Want to skip to the juicy part? I don’t blame you if you don’t fancy listening to my moral dilemmas- things start to happen just after the first *. This is my account of multiple wettings, every one is preceded by a set of asterisks. Enjoy! It’s been a very long time since I wrote anything on this forum. My life’s been very busy of late and quite honestly I’ve felt fulfilled to a point where I haven’t needed to turn to this site for help or acceptance. But fuelled by a crazy experience this weekend, I turn to you with the question I’ve been asking myself. It seems like forever ago that I moved to the UK. It was when I was first here that, for a short week, I got to know a girl who made me question a lot about myself. I told her things I’d never spoken face to face with anybody about. I felt so comfortable doing so because I knew we would not know each other past that week, and what ever judgments she formed would be insignificant once we parted ways. In the context of friendship, I talked to her about my fetish and she shared some of her own sexual experiments. Despite taking it to the next level and not just talking about these things, we said our goodbyes at the end of the week and hadn’t spoken since. I’ve always been wary of what happened between us. The one big thing that she taught me was the uneasy realisation that against the social norm, boys weren’t really on my sexual radar. This isn’t the sort of realisation that happens overnight. For as much time as possible I’ve set it in the back of my mind and tried not to think of it. I hate the thought of having to come out to people, the idea that some of my longest known friends might think down on me. And so my way of avoiding it was to force myself to develop a false asexuality. Any experience I’ve had since seeing Hannah has been alone, in my room, in the woods, under that lovely tree on the bridal path. Alone. And I was happy that way. No pressure. No ‘coming out’. No judgements. About six weeks ago I received an email from Hannah. It was the first contact we’ve had since meeting just under a year and a half ago. We were bot 18 at the time. Talking to her again online wasn’t quite enough, so we met up for lunch. Over the following weeks, despite the long journeys, we’ve met to spend time together as friends. She’s a very bright girl; self assured and respectably ignorant to the pressures society places on young women. It’s never easy for one to explain why a friendship works, all I can say is that despite not knowing each other for very long at all, she is my very best friend. I never want to change our friendship. I worry how selfish this may be, but right now I just can’t hack the hassle of telling my family I have a girlfriend. Nor do I want the extra pressure a relationship bring our true friendship to a close. My biggest question, which I hope you can answer, is will it ever work if we’re ‘friends with benefits’. Can that even exist between two girls? Is that something you’ve ever experienced? This is all sparked by the very surreal experiences of last weekend. Hannah’s parents (who she lives with in London) were going away to celebrate their anniversary. Alongside their home in the capital they also own a small place in the South of France, and so that Hannah didn’t feel left out whilst they were away, her parents had given her the keys to their holiday home. I was thrilled when Hannah invited me on a long weekend away with her. We flew out and arrived around midday on Friday. The weather was warmer than home, but it was a little overcast and drizzly. Despite this we took a long walk through the beautiful countryside, and settled in to the villa after having a meal in a local restaurant. It was all very exciting, the villa had three bedrooms: the master with it’s en-suit, a smaller room with a single bed, and a third room we never went in. I agreed that it would be nice to sleep in the double with Hannah, and so late Friday evening we settled down together. We’ve shared each other’s beds a few times recently, it’s fully excepted and not at all awkward between us. We were friends on a sleep-over. But there was one elephant in the room. The first time we’d met we’d shared a life changing sexual bedwetting experience. This was something neither of us had mentioned since getting back in touch. Now, away in a foreign country on what could have been perceived as a ‘romantic’ weekend, the elephant in the room was growing bigger. Just after slipping on some short pyjamas, I got up and began to head for the washroom. I hadn’t peed since being on the plane. “Charlie,” came Hannah’s voice from behind me. I turned to face her, my hand on the door handle. “I… um…” despite faltering, her speech was still very confident. “Come and sit down for a minute,” she gestured to the bed. I did as I was told. “I wanted to say on earlier, I still think about what happened in the hotel. It stays with me- what we did,” she looked into her lap and smiled, a little glint of pride in her eye. “When I got home I googled it,” my heart leapt into my mouth as she continued. Was she about to say she’d found this forum? Had she read what I’d written about her? I felt my cheeks flaring up. “I found a Yahoo Answers page…” My heart slowed again, but I was still anxious. Part of me had been desperate for this conversation to happen. “…it was a girl asking a question in which she wrote a story about a very naughty thing she’d done,” I listened intensely as she continued, a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eye. “She’d said how one week when her parents were away, she banned herself from using the loo. She slept in their bed, and rather than weeing in the toilet, every time she needed to go she went back into her own bedroom and peed on her bed, then went back to her parents to sleep.” I was astonished. I didn’t know what to say. There was a warm fuzzy feeling in me. Hannah explained the rest of what this one girl had done, and said how she was turned on by the story. She’d read the answers which gave her a little more information about the fetish but ultimately, she explained, the story had done one thing. “It made me want to try it- really badly want to,” Hannah told me. There was a long pause. I was very aware that my lip was twitching as I tried to figure out what I would say. * “Are you… well do you want to…” I stammered, perched on the edge of the bed “is that why we’re…” “Well now’s as good a time as any,” she said, confidently cocking her head to one side, her big pleading eyes absorbing me. “So…” once again I tried to find the words, “Well I kinda need to go now…” I was beginning to get really excited. “So go to the guest room,” she grinned ear to ear, “While you were out on the phone earlier I put a mattress cover on the bed in there. Enjoy it, and come back to this bed when you’re done.” Once again she gestured to my spot in the bed. “So from now on,” she continued, “…all the time we’re here and if it’s just a wee-wee you need: the toilet is out of bounds. Would you like that?” I was overwhelmed. Unable to form words, I simply nodded. “Go on then.” She winked at me, tucked her long hair behind one eye and rolled over in bed. I stood, my legs felt weak, my knees slightly shaky. Then, trying to keep my cool, I walked out and made my way through the unfamiliar rooms to the guest room. I didn’t feel the need to shut the door behind me, instead I stood in the dark room looking down at the single bed in front of me. It was lit only by the moonlight through the open curtains. Hannah had taken off the duvet and pillows, leaving only a crisp dry sheet over the waterproof cover. She’d put two large towels down on the floor in front of the bed. None of it felt real. My heart fluttered in my chest, my breathing quivering. I couldn’t work out what to do with myself. After a moment to figure out a few practicalities, I decided to treat it as if I was just sitting on the loo. I pulled my short PJ bottoms down to my shaking knees, then sat my nervous bottom on the edge of the dry bed. I was still wearing my pale coloured panties. It took a few deep breaths to calm my body. Inside my panties I felt warm and fuzzy. I closed my eyes. Took another deep breath. Relaxed. My pee hole filled. Then, breaking the silence with a gentle hissing, I began to wet the bed. The warm yellow liquid filled my panties. A tingle shot up my spine. The hissing grew louder, my bottom wetter. I was throbbing, excitement rushing through me. My hands were trembling as more and more warm pee gushed straight through the panties, puddling around my bottom and warming my lap. It felt amazing. Very wrong, very dirty, even more naughty. But extremely good. Eventually I finished. The hissing faded away and the final dribble came to a close. I smiled to myself, and as I stood drips of my pee trickled out of my panties and tickled as they ran down my legs. I took off my pants, leaving them wet with my pee-pee in the puddle I’d made on the bed. Then, trying to calm myself back down, I pulled my shorts up over my naked wet bottom, and headed back to bed. “Goodnight,” was the only thing Hannah said as I climbed in. I tried to work out when she last went to the loo, and wondered if she’d be visiting the other room anytime soon. It was my final thought before I drifted asleep. ** Saturday morning came quickly, a sign I had slept very deeply that night. Hannah was already outside, taking a phone call. I could hear the kettle coming to a boil in the kitchen and got up to poor some coffees. On my way past the other bedroom, I stopped to look in. It smelled pretty strong. Hannah had been in there since I’d wet last night. She’d left a sizeable puddle to the left of where I’d sat. It had stained the sheet yellow and you could see where, unable to absorb further than the mattress cover, it had run off the edge of the bed and splashed over the towel on the floor. It was an odd shaped stain on the sheet. I couldn’t quite work out what position she must have been in. One of the towels that was spread neatly on the floor was now scrunched in one corner- she’d obviously used it to wipe herself down after finishing. I also noticed a packet of wet wipes had been put on the bedside table. Looking at it all, I felt butterflies doing a little excited dance in my tummy, and stepped forward for my morning pee. I gently ran my fingertips through the wet patch Hannah had left. It wasn’t completely cold: she must have done it just before heading outside. With the window slightly open so I could hear the birds outside, I knelt on the bed. The pyjama shorts I was wearing were quite short, and with a little reposition of the fabric I managed to expose myself so that I could pee down one leg. It was unlike any wetting position I’d tried before. The thick, morning stream of pee shot down my thigh. I gripped the tightly scrunched soft fabric of the PJs, trying my best to keep the spray away from them. The rich pee pooled under my knees, the warmth tingling as I emptied my bladder’s straight onto the bed. It felt undeniably good. But the kettle had boiled, and so I denied myself further pleasures and wiped down. After both taking showers, we spent most of the day out. Hannah wanted to show me some of the places she’d visited on family holidays to the villa. Other than a very brief discussion over breakfast, we didn’t really talk about the bed that was sitting dripping with our pee back at the villa. She’d mentioned early in the day that she wanted to keep the window open and the door shut (to keep the smell from becoming an issue), but added that she felt turned on every time she stepped in there. On the whole, we acted entirely as friends with the occasional giggly immature conversation anytime something sexual popped up. I’m sure anyone around us found us highly irritating. But that didn’t bother me. *** Back at the villa in the evening, I was the first to yet again head for the single bedroom. As I swung open the door a familiar fuzzy joy hit me. But this time there was added reason. Hannah was following me in. My heart was beginning to race again, and my breath grew short. We were both still fully clothed in tight fitting jeans. With the window open, the room was a little on the chilly side. The sheet was still very wet from the morning. I turned to smile a Hannah as she shut the door behind her. I think it was obvious I was nervous. Timidly, I pulled down my jeans and sat in my panties on the edge of the cold, wet bed. “Awwww, you’ve been sitting down!” Hannah said in a sweet voice. I went to stand, not sure if I was doing the right thing. “No,” she said, stopping me, “It’s cute. Stay there.” I did as I was told and she turned to sit next to me, our legs not quite touching. She hadn’t lowered her jeans, and looked into her lap, fidgeting with her hands. Unsure of where to look, so did I. There was an awkward silence. I was too on-edge to pee, but never the less tried to encourage encourage myself to go. The silence was broken by a muffled hiss coming from Hannah’s lap. My excitement grew. I looked out the corner of my eye to see a long dark wet patch shooting along the inside of her jeans. I heard her breath a sigh of relief as the stream started, and couldn’t take my eyes off of the big black stain filling her thighs. Around her bottom, the cold wet sheet became the base for a shallow glistening puddle of her wee. She’d finished before I’d managed to start. I sat in awe, unable to peal my eyes of her little bottom as she stood. The moment she was off the mattress, the depression around my cheeks became the new home for the puddle of her wee. It swamped around me, the warmth a stark contrast to my shivering bottom previously dampened by the old, cold pee. She stood with her back to me, my eyes still fixed on the glistening wet patch. It was the shape of a heart, formed up around her two cute pert buttocks and sweeping down the back of her legs. She pulled off the wet jeans and, leaving them in a heap on the floor, wiped herself down and left the room. I watched her naked legs disappearing round the corner, my mind a haze. Inside my panties I was getting puffy and sticky. I closed my eyes and peed. By the time I was back in the bedroom she was already under the covers. We smiled at each other as I climbed into bed. I drifted to sleep that night thinking of the first of Hannah’s wee-wees I’d seen. Her surprise at the fact I’d sat down to pee gave me the impression she’d been standing up to go. That might, I thought, further explain her reasoning for putting towels down. **** Sunday morning came and once again I woke to an empty bed. Hannah was up, I presumed in the kitchen, so I got up to join her. As I headed for the sound of the boiling kettle, I walked past the other bedroom. The door was open, and standing boldly upon the towel, her petit figure leaning slightly over the bed, was Hannah. She had her pyjama pants down round her ankles, her legs slightly apart and both hands contorting her crotch so that her wee was directed right onto the bed sheet. Her naked bottom was silhouetted by the window opposite her, the thick stream backlit brightly by the rising sun. Her stream was making the most amazing thundering sound as it hammered down over the already wet sheet. Because of the amazing backlighting, I could see every droplet of the spray as her hot morning wee doused the bed. Reluctantly I walked on, not wanting to give the wrong message if she turned round and saw me staring, my jaw practically on the floor. We spent the majority of Sunday in the villa. We had to leave for the airport late Monday morning, time to exploit the pee-pee bed was passing quickly. Every time I'd peed on that bed I'd gotten more and more horny. I was consciously trying not to think about, just because every time I did I was desperate to play with myself. Both me and Hannah visited it on a couple of separate occasions as the day passed. I was sure I was not the only horny one, and it was hard to ignore how strong the sexual tension was beginning to grow. Just friends, I had to remind myself. When it came to bedtime I tried standing to pee, just like I'd seen Hannah doing. That turned out to be really fun and I went to sleep that night quite unbelieving of the whole bizarre situation these last few days had seen me in. ***** I woke sometime in the small hours of the morning after dreaming about the pee soaked bed in the next room. My immediate thought was 'Oh goodness! Have I wet this bed?', not that I thought Hannah would have minded. I hadn’t. But as I lay there awake, next to Hannah peacefully sleeping, I found it impossible to distract myself from the incredible desire to play. Quietly, I slipped out of bed. I was horny, desperate to touch myself. So much so that as I sneaked off to the other bedroom I couldn't help but slip a hand down my PJ shorts for a quick teasing play. I got into the other room and climbed onto the bed, sitting cross-legged in my PJs in the very middle of the mattress. The sheet was wet with cold pee. I was feeling really turned on. Inside my panties I throbbed. Looking up for a moment I realised I'd left the door open, but just before I got up to shut it Hannah drifted quietly round the corner. My heart raced. Her long dark hair cast a soft shadow down one side of her face as her silky pyjamas shimmered in the moonlight. She smiled at me and giggled cheekily as she stepped up onto the bed. My hands began to shake, my tummy filled with nerves. I sat tight as she dropped down close behind me. She stretched her legs out round me and brought her arms across my front. Her body was warm as it pressed into my back, her arms firmly embracing me. I felt an incredible sense of security, combined with an overwhelming sense of calm. My racing heart slowed once again, and I found myself resting quite contented in her arms. A while past. Still firmly embracing me, Hannah's arms begun to drift. One arm wrapped around my chest and the other slipped further down. Oddly, I could not have been more relaxed. As her gentle fingertips dragged sensitively into my pants, a small, warm dribble filled my soft cotton underwear. "Go on," Hannah whispered tenderly and slowly as she caressed my pussy, "let it all out." I had no control. Pee flowed in a thin stream into my panties. As it did, the warm fuzzy feeling was taking over my crotch. My heart was picking up again, pumping faster and seeming to miss beats. I tried to keep my breathing calm, but I just wanted to gasp. Then it happened, Hannah let her bladder go. Hot wee splashed against my bottom, soaking my shorts and the back of top. All of a sudden both our bottoms were engulfed in the hot yellow puddle. I couldn't hold back anymore and pushed both my hands into my pants. Hard pleasure shot up my spine as I furiously rubbed. The bed flooded with Hannah's torrent of hot wee. In full flow she began rubbing herself up against me. With her body pressed so tightly against mine, I could feel her racing pulse and her fast warm pants against my neck. Both her hands pushed into my pants where her pee soaked palms wrapped around my knuckles. Her fingers were nimble and knew exactly where to go. Waves of pleasure engulfed my body as harder and harder she rubbed up against me. Her grip on my hands was strong. I breathed faster and deeper, trying but failing to hold back. The pleasure was getting just too great. Every sense was exploding: flashes of bright colours seemed to punctuate each and every time she slipped her fingertips in and out of me. I could feel it coming on, my thighs were trembling. I gasped for air as unbearable pleasure took over. I pulled her hands away and immediately a gush of hot cum filled my panties. splashing both of our hands, it was enough to send Hannah over the edge. To the crescendo of her moans I furiously rubbed myself, once more allowing hot sticky cum to squirt into my pyjamas. We both lay back on the wet bed, exhausted. We talked, and after a little while took a shower together. Together we cleaned the room and set a wash-load on with all the pee stained fabrics from the past few days. After a long lay in it was time to pack for the journey to the airport. Hannah was still very adamant that the washroom was to remain unused, and so it was that my final pee on French soil was quite literally that- squatting and watering the grass outside with Hannah. We spoke a lot about what we did, and together we agree that we are indeed friends with benefits. Yesterday we spoke on the phone to arrange a shopping trip next week.
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  2. I found this nice double leggings wetting video from internet. HD Quality. Double Leggings Wetting.mp4
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  3. Whooo, I am pretty desperate now, uploading the videos as promised. I sneezed earlier and I think I spurted a tiny bit. Not enough to dampen my jeans. First outfit wasn't terribly cute but videos! 20141112_154954.mp4 20141112_155526.mp4
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  4. Ok. More girls :) These are only one I have. In a long period. First pink pants wetting happened, when I and my sister told my bf about my first pee accident years ago. He wanted to see how I look with wet pants and took some pics. We played cards, drank some beer and I wasn´t allowed to use his toilet before wetting my jeans. So I did it purposely... "Cool, you really peed!" He said!!! Case too... Those sand coloured and little bit glistenin jeans are my favorite! I think they fit me perfectly. One late evening, when I was out and little "tipsy", it just happened. I was walking home alone in agony and minute or two before my place pee ran out. That was second (bigger) pee accident in my adult life. That fabric in those jeans is very odd. Pee ran through them on the ground. They also almost totally dried while I walked those couple hundred meters home!! No one saw me luckily. Like I have told, I don´t enjoy my own wettings and least accidental wettings. However I took pic of my wet clothes, because of that odd fabric I had invented (...and I can always pretend them someone elses like that night, when I sniffed them and enjoyed ;) . And now I took selfie to you all, how I was wearing that night.
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  5. This story has been sitting around for awhile, so I might as well post a couple of chapters now. I'm starting off with chapter one and two at the same time because chapter one is way too short to post on it's own. The omorashi doesn't start until chapter three, so I guess that's another reason to post both one and two at the same time. Thanks, frostyjr2, for taking time to edit this odd story so far. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1: Mixup _____ woke up at the sound of an alarm. Hitting the snooze button, _____ groggily rolled out of bed, getting ready to start the day. _____ noticed something odd, they were wearing pink pajamas. "That's odd." _____ thought. "I don't ever wear pink." but they shrugged, walking over to a drawer and opening it, noticing the neatly folded skirts inside. "My mom must have accidently placed my sister's clothes in here." _____ thought, instead going through the drawers to pull out some skinny jeans and a grey T-shirt. _____ took off their pajamas and slowly put on the shirt and jeans, not really willing to wake up just yet. Then sleepily looking in the mirror to make sure they looked okay, he did a double-take, not believing what his eyes had witnessed. "Am I... a girl?!" _____ said, fully waking up from her previously tired state. She looked closely, rubbing her eyes a few times and looking up and down, but the image was as real as the Earth. "I- I must be dreaming. That's it! I'm dreaming! Soon enough, I'll wake up and it'll all be-" "Kristina! Hurry up! It's the last day of school and you have a final to do in Electronics class!" A feminine voice, _____ thought, and that of an adult. It must be her dream mother. "I'm coming! Give me a minute!" Kristina yelled, looking for her backpack. As she spotted the bag, she noticed a pile of books and papers left aside in a pile. Picking up one of the books, she saw that it read "Spanish III". "Good thing I already took that test in my dream, I'm awful at foreign languages." Kristina gently placed the book down and looked towards the backpack, noticing the key-chain dangling from the small cyan bag. The key-chain contained, of other things, multiple cute little animals. "I have to admit, this is one detailed dream." Reaching for the backpack, She unzipped it, revealing a folded piece of paper, a red mechanical pencil, spare lead, a spare eraser, a pink watch, and a pink graphing calculator. First picking up the calculator, she opened it up and turned it on, noticing the colored battery in the top. She then hit the graph button, noticing multiple colored lines representing the shape of a heart on the screen. "A full-color graphing calculator, must have cost a lot." Kristina said, thinking back to what her mother said, then also thinking about a contradiction that had entered her head. "I already did this final exam two days ago, I should have arrived at my new house yesterday, and I was supposed to visit my new school today to look around for next year... Hmmm, but I can't remember much else." She then turned off the calculator and replaced it in her bag, pulling out the piece of paper. Unfolding it, she noticed that it was a map, reading ‘Thule High School’. That seemed to ring a bell in her head. "It was this school, I'm sure of it!" She then looked more closely at the map itself, noticing multiple rooms that are circled and crossed out with a big 'X' on each.The only one that wasn't 'X'ed out was marked room 169. "That must be where my exam is." She then looked at the back of the map, noticing a schedule labeling what two times tests are taken, with some of the names of classes that were crossed out next to each of the other two. The uncrossed out "Electronics" class was on the bottom half. Kristina looked at the time noted on the sheet, memorizing it, then folded the paper and placed it into her pocket. She picked up the watch and put it on her wrist, checking the time to compare with what she had memorized. It was twenty-five minutes until the first time, plenty of time to make it for her final exam. Kristina's mother, however, disagreed. "You don't want to be late for the bus. You know I can't drive you there today, I have work!" Realizing her mother was right, Kristina quickly zipped up her backpack and pulled it over her shoulders. She opened the door to her room, but before she could even take a step, Kristina heard her mother gasp. "Kristina Promethia! What are you wearing, and on your last day of school for this year!” Her mother frowned and continued, “I thought you had fashion sense! Please, have some forethought!" Kristina was now frozen in place, the barrage of her mother’s words causing confusion and affecting her like a strong gust of wind, keeping her from leaving the room and even forcing her back a few steps. "You even told me last night, 'I'll wear the pink silk blouse and matching chiffon skirt, they’ll go nicely with my cyan backpack.' Then you went on to say, 'I might as well leave an impression that will last all summer so I can get Alex to like me better'!" Kristina knew this was simply a dream, and she hadn't even existed in this dreamworld to say such things, yet Kristina couldn't help but feel her cheeks heat up as she blushed. "I-I didn't say that!" Kristina said. Her mother simply pointed, and said "It's written all over your face, there's no denying it." The blush deepened, and Kristina decided to take on her dream mother by stating the nonexistence of this world. Taking a deep breath, Kristina said "This is all a dream, I'll wake up any minute now." "Ha! and next you're going to say you're someone else who's dreaming!" "Yes, I am! My name is _____ _______!" Nothing but silence was exchanged for a minute, but it was broken by her mother's next words. "Dear, I don't feel like joking around any longer. Hurry up and get dressed, or you'll really be late. Oh, and a tip? I think a joke name is funnier when you say it out loud, instead of mouthing out gibberish." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2: Realization Kristina walked back into her room, closing the door behind her. "Normally this is the time I wake up, or at the very least sprout wings and bend my dream to my own will..." She also thought about this Alex she heard mentioned. "Somehow, that name seems off to me..." Thinking back to the conversation, her mother said something about Alex liking her better. "Hmmm, it could be short for Alexander, or not... I'll just wait and see, this might still be a dream, after all." Looking around the room, she noticed the aforementioned clothes spread out on her desk. Upon closer inspection of the desk, she also noticed a small red phone and a hand mirror. Picking up the mirror, she took it upon herself to figure out what she looked like more carefully than earlier. Her long, red hair was straight, and her blue-green eyes sparkled, showing off a turquoise hue to them. She looked at her chest, frowning at the lack thereof. "I wish I had bigger- what am I saying? I didn't even have them until today, and already I want something more substantial?!" Shaking her head to dispel such thoughts, Kristina opened up her backpack, placing the hand mirror inside, then she pulled out the paper from her pants pocket. Kristina placed the paper on the desk as she quickly got dressed into her vibrant clothing, soon draping the backpack over her shoulder and placing the paper and phone in her skirt pockets. "I never wore a skirt before... this feels so..." Kristina couldn't find the right words, leaving the statement hanging without any further elaboration. Leaving her room, she was once again stopped by her mother. "You have your key, right? I'm not going to be home from work by the time you get back." "I think it's, um..." Kristina checked her pockets, not finding any key. Her mother chuckled and pointed at Kristina's backpack. "Silly, it's on your key-ring, as always. Well, I'm heading off, bye!" Kristina blushed, noticing she hadn't realized a key would be on something as obvious as the key-ring, and one she had observed earlier. She then thought of something else. "Wait, where is the-" but the slamming of the front door made her realize she had asked too late. "... bus... stop..." she trailed off with a frustrated sigh. Heading towards the door, she saw the only pair of shoes remaining. They were cyan, like her backpack, and somehow she knew they were one of a few other pairs of shoes that must be somewhere else. The door swung open as the confused Kristina walked outside, unaware of the bus stop's location. She looked around, and soon noticed a group of students, most of whom seemed eager for summer to start. Walking towards the group, she took the time to look at the sky. The sun hadn't risen too far just yet, but it was pretty bright outside regardless. It looked like it was going to be a sunny day, with there being barely a cloud in the blue sky. She could smell the faint but definite scent of salt being blown on the air coming from the south; the ocean must be close by. Kristina wasn't much of an outdoors kind of person, but even she enjoyed days like these, with the sun heating the air and a gentle breeze blowing up her skirt... Her hands shot down as she noticed what was happening, trying to protect her panties from prying eyes. Looking around, she noticed most of the students were too busy with their conversations to pay her any heed. "So, you're even matching with your panties, huh?" a voice said from behind, making Kristina jump. She turned around, noticing a short girl with long, wavy, blonde hair. The girl was wearing a short green dress and tan shoes, along with a tan handbag over her shoulder. "Her breasts are bigger than mine..." Kristina mused, a little bit jealous. The girl chuckled, whispering,"Trying to impress someone?" Kristina shook her head, muttering with a blush on her cheeks, "Even if I was, it's none of your business. Anyways, who are you, so keen on perversely peering at my pink panties?" The other girl took a step back pretending to have been hurt from the words that Kristina had so casually handed out. "Why, I'm your classmate, remember? From Electronics class? Don't you know my name?" "Humor me." The girl brushed back some of her hair before answering. "I'm Lissa, Lissa Dysprozy, remember? You gave me some notes to study with yesterday, so I'm surprised you wouldn't remember my name." Kristina didn't say anything in response, so Lissa decided to change the subject. "Anyways, you brought your calculator, right? Ms. Seleen said she's not handing out calculators." Kristina took off her backpack, opening it up to proudly show her calculator. "Oh, you have one of the fancy ones Ms. Seleen has! Can I see?" Lissa asked, smiling wide when Kristina nodded and handed her the calculator. Lissa hit a few buttons, then paused to chuckle and say "Typical Kristina." Kristina blushed, knowing full well it was simply just the heart on the graph, yet she still felt embarrassed by Lissa's reaction. "W-well, I thought it looked cute, and I'm keeping it there for good luck." Lissa handed back the calculator, giving another small laugh. "Whatever you say." The bus soon pulled up to the curb, and Kristina followed her classmate, hoping this wasn't out of the ordinary. They sat together, and the bus started to pull away, heading North towards Thule High School. There was plenty of time until they arrived at the school, and Kristina had decided to think over one question that was going around in her head. "I wonder why everyone has all these weird names, even the school..." Sadly for her, she couldn't figure out what exactly they meant, and continued observing the area. Kristina looked around the bus, but the only thing of interest was the obvious nervous expression on Lissa's face. "What's wrong? Didn't you study?" Kristina asked. Lissa nodded, but she still looked nervous. "I did, but you know I'm terrible at assembling the circuits." Kristina placed her hand on Lissa's shoulder. "Don't worry, you'll do alright. Plus with any luck, you might get a very easy one." Lissa smiled back. "Thanks, maybe I will." Kristina noted, however, that it wasn't a very convincing smile. "So Lissa, do you know where Ms. Seleen got her name? Not trying to be rude or anything, but it sounds rather odd." Kristina asked, not willing to ask where Lissa got her own, much more strange, last name. Lissa chuckled. "Yeah, I noticed teachers have weird names." "That's not EXACTLY what I meant to ask, but I need to get some kind of answer." Kristina thought. Lissa continued. "I dunno, someone told me she was born in the Netherlands or something. Does that help?" "Not really, but thanks anyways." Kristina responded. "Dang it! I was so close! If only I knew Dutch... Wait, what?" Kristina realized that she somehow already knew what language was being used. "Lissa, what do they speak in the Netherlands?" "That's an odd question, let me look it up on my phone..." Lissa tapped through her phone, and when she pulled her gaze from it, Lissa said "Dutch, but you're good at guessing this stuff anyways." Questions raised through Kristina's mind. Just as spontaneous as her last question, she asked a new one. "What score did I get on my Spanish three final?" "W-Well, yesterday you said it was the easiest final you ever took, but you are aware you don't get the scores until later, right? Also, can you stop with all the sudden questions, you're starting to freak me out." "Oh, all right," Kristina sighed, a bit frustrated now. "Great, I can't ask her if I'm good at geography or if I know other languages, or anything for that matter." Kristina thought, regretting that the questions she asked didn't give much info that she needed. "I wonder what else I'm good at now that I normally wasn't before..." They finally reached the school, and Kristina didn't seem to take much notice of it, instead trying to think of what questions she should ask other people. Her mind was brought back into reality, when Lissa unwillingly said, "We're here, Kristina. Let's go." Leaving the bus, she had no idea where to go, so she just followed Lissa. On their way, the two girls ran into a confused looking boy. He looked a little familiar, and it seemed that Lissa knew him. "What are you doing here?" Lissa asked the boy, making him turn her way. "Oh, I'm just walking around the school." The boy said, then turned to Kristina. "Oh, is that a friend of yours?" the boy said. Kristina must have not met him, she guessed. Lissa nodded her head. "Yes, her name is Kristina. Unlike you, we're here to do more than loiter." The boy smiled, then stretched his hand out to Kristina. "My name is Nick, nice to meet you." He said. As soon as the words left his mouth, Kristina knew that he wasn't saying his real name. Lissa must have also known, since she giggled. Despite that, Kristina couldn't just state "That's not your real name", as she should have had no way of knowing about it. Realizing she was being rude by not shaking Nick's hand, Kristina quickly did so, giving a nervous smile. "Well, we have to be going. Try not to get into trouble, if that's not too much to ask." Lissa said, and the boy quickly responded with "Hey, stop making me look bad in front of your friend!" With that, the two girls continued on their path. They soon arrived at their destination, the school cafeteria. There were a decent amount of tables and chairs set up;although it was obvious the room could have held much more tables and chairs, that didn't matter since not too many students were present. Most of the students, Kristina assumed, either had finished their finals earlier in the week, or they were taking them right now. Sitting down at an empty table, the two waited for their exams to start, which would be a few hours away. Kristina wished she could have taken a bus would have gotten them here in the middle of the day, but on the other hand, she realized that she wouldn't have known where the bus stop was if she hadn’t seen the other students all heading for it when she left the house. Lissa had pulled out a handheld game, making Kristina wish she had found one in her house before she left. Kristina decided that she would give Lissa a few minutes, then see if she could ask her a few more questions. Lissa paused her game; she must have sensed Kristina had a question, possibly from Kristina's body language, or possibly some minor mind reading capabilities. Her imagination raced on, reaching multiple outrageous conclusions, but it crashed into a wall when Lissa started to speak. "Can you tell me why you're staring at me? I'd understand if it was the game, but you're looking directly at my face." "O-oh, sorry, it's just that I have something to ask you." "What is it?" Now that she was finally getting the opportunity to ask a question, Kristina realized that she had far too many questions to ask, and hadn't thought of what to ask first. Noticing the impatience in Lissa's expression, Kristina decided to go with one she thought of rather recently. "Who was that boy we saw earlier, the one you knew." Lissa rolled her eyes at this. "Oh, him. He was my boyfriend two years ago, but we got different high schools. Also, don't think we're close, we broke up after a week, he just wasn't my type." "Then who is your type?" At this, Lissa sprouted a devilish smile. "One that would do anything I wanted, thinking of me first instead of himself." Kristina knew from the face Lissa was making, Lissa's type would more accurately fit into the category of 'slave' than 'boyfriend'. "Anyways," Lissa continued, "I didn't think I'd see him in this school, but whatever." "Hey, I noticed you were giggling when he introduced himself." "Oh, yeah, that's because that's not his real name. He's using a nickname... get it?" Lissa said, pleased with her play on words. Kristina ignored it, deciding to get to the point. "What's his real name then?" Lissa put a hand on her chin, pretending to think really hard about it. "I don't knooooooow... I think it started with a 'C' or something, but even if I knew you wouldn't need to know or anything, right?" Kristina didn't care too much for Lissa's playful attitude, as she really wanted to get answers. It was obvious she wouldn't get a name right now though, so she decided to ask a different question, hoping she wouldn't get the same reply from Lissa as her mother gave her. Taking a deep breath, Kristina asked the question. "I was wondering if you heard a name before, would you mind if I ask?" "Not at all, who?" "I was hoping you knew someone called C____ _______." Kristina got really confused, but Lissa stated "No, I haven't heard anyone go by the name 'C'... unless you stopped mid sentence?" "Actually... never mind, forget I said that." "Okay, already forgotten! Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going to the bathroom." When Lissa left, Kristina's mind was frantically trying to find an answer to what she just said and heard. "C____ _______, why is there a ‘C’ in my mind now? Could that mean that my old name was...? But then that would mean the boy I met was me. No, not me, it's the original Kristina! I wonder if that means we switched bodies somehow... That could be it, maybe that's why the boy looked so familiar! Now I just need to ask him upfront. He should be..." Kristina then realized a very crucial point. "But he could be anywhere in this school, and if I leave here Lissa would probably wonder, plus I don't want to ruin Kristina's image. After all, what if that boy in particular happens to have a similar name, but not be myself? Plus, who's to say I can even get back in my original body? If I'm stuck in Kristina's body forever, I'll have to live with anything I do." Lissa was back, and noticed Kristina was deep in thought. "Whatcha thinking about?" Lissa asked. Kristina looked at Lissa, giving a smile. "Oh, nothing much. Just... thinking about what we had to learn for the final. ...Oh, you were worried earlier about not passing the final, so why aren't you studying right now?" Lissa blushed and dropped her gaze, looking rather embarrassed. "Well... You see... I kinda forgot my notes..." Kristina was a little bit surprised by this answer. "So you remembered your video game console but forgot your notes?" "Well, I had to do something after the test, so when I packed that I thought I already had everything for the test itself!" Kristina shook her head, wondering how people could forget something as important as notes for a final. "You at least have paper, right?" "I do, why?" "Well, I can sketch out some of the stuff for the circuit, and we can study that way." "Oh, I never thought of that." Lissa replied, taking out her paper while Kristina took out her mechanical pencil. "OK, let's get this started."
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  6. Hi, thank you for your kind words :) I already had to cancel 2 (yes, 2) full comics due to lack of time. I need those little money I can make with commissions because I have never found a job. If I had more time, I'd keep making comics. When I will be able to afford it, I'll take a long break from commissions and keep on going with the comics, I have so many ideas I want to draw! T.T Also, new stuff
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  7. Help fund Home Alone Tess 2! Donations are open and you have the opportunity to request what YOU want to see in this project <3 This project will be WAY bigger than the first, and I need your help to make it happen. I know this is an Omo community and some aren't too fond of ABDL fetish related stuff, as I mentioned, if I get certain funding people will be able to request exactly what they want and I'll incorporate ideas as options which will effect the outcome of the storyline (yay for multiple endings and fetishes). So pants/panty wetting is not out of the question <3 I would start a new post (I might), but I'm not sure how to delete some of my previous psots.. so I won't be hogging up space lol. You can check out further information regarding to how it works and donation perks at this LINK Lets make it Kick ass!
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  8. Alright, those videos before were of the first leaks. And so here we have the unstoppable tide. Oh boy, you know this was the last time I peed and it was over 4 hours ago and my bladder is already worn out. I feel like I might lose it pretty soon. mnnggff Drinking a can of caffienated soda. probably not helping maters. theres a constant tingling in my crotch now and a slight ache to the bladder. May have to cut this short so as to aoid an infection blurgh thethrillingconclusion.mp4
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  9. So I lost it three hours ago and I have several videos. I am also holding again. I will put the videos up on my next post. First, I will tell you what happened earlier. As soon as my bladder started throbbing with pain I decided to see how long I could hold while crouching in the bathtub, legs spread. For a long time I managed. Ten minutes or so before I started trembling. My pelvic muscles were exhausted from holding back a positively massive amount of liquid. It felt like a bowling ball was in my bladder and there was a gnawing ache in my urethra. After ten more minutes of clenching, a leak escaped. Not a large enough leak to ease the pressure but enough to leave a large wet patch to spread along my inner thighs. I stood briefly to regain control and crouched once more. It was just as difficult as before. I held on a few more minutes then leaked a little more. I struggled stopped the leak and held a moment then leaked again. I stood and held on just a minute longer and loosed the flood. It was an incredible relief. The hot liquid poured from my body, soaking my legs. Anyway I am at a six out of ten now. Talk to me, lovelies!
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  10. Furry Omorashi

    Also, a quick note since I've been getting a few PMs about this: I'm not doing requests right now. I have 7 or 8 deadlines to contend with between now and December and my drawing schedule is erratic and simply opportunistic - basically, I draw what I happen to feel like at the time, if I get any time at all. If I do do requests then they'll be announced here, but generally that's not my style of working because I prefer not to draw under pressure (bladder excepted).
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  11. Furry Omorashi

    Hopefully this'll do the job. First picture I've finished of Lex in his new style - he's become a little leaner, softer and sock-clad.
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  12. Guest Character wetting in this chapter! I remember someone asking about if there would be anyone else wet in this story, so I guess here's the answer to that one :) I have a long run of shifts before I get another day off, so I decided to post this one quickly. Originally, this was supposed to be a long chapter, but I decided to break it up into two separate ones. Enjoy! Chapter Six: Hogsmade (Hermione) Hermione woke up on Saturday morning a little earlier than she normally did. She was loathe to admit it to anyone, but very privately she was excited. Draco hadn't been quite as wrong as she insisted when he teased her about liking their Master and Servant game. She rolled over onto her stomach in bed, cuddling into her pillow. Actually, the more she thought about it, the more she realized how much she really did enjoy playing. She felt a blush creep into her cheeks, but smiled into the fluff of her pillow. It wasn't that she liked Draco Malfoy in any sense of romance, but she knew she had a really unconventional kink. It was nice to be able to share and experiment with it with someone, even if that someone was a spoiled Slytherin brat. And after everything that happened on Thursday, she felt more comfortable with him than ever. Thinking about what happened in the secret passage way made her blush even hotter into her pillow. It was literally the worst she'd ever had to use the loo in her life, even worse than the very first time she'd wet herself at school. Her muscles were stronger now than they were when she was eleven, so while it was difficult not to let it leak out, it also caused her bladder to go much too tight. By the time she met Draco in the secret passage, she was throbbing painfully. Part of her wanted to just let go, but she knew that Draco would make her pee in front of everyone. That fear was enough to give her the strength to hold on, but there was only so much her body could handle. She remembered her heart hammering in her chest as she waited for Draco to finish inspecting her panties and let her go when suddenly pain stabbed through her lower abdomen. She managed to keep quiet, but she couldn't keep dry. Fear radiated through her as she lost spurts and dribbles of liquid between her legs. She'd been so scared he'd find her out that she figured it was better to tell him honestly and then beg... Hermione rolled back over onto her back, looking up at the canopy of her bed. Who knew he'd actually been concerned enough about her health and comfort enough to stop the game? Not only that, but she was sure letting her make her own rules today was his way of truly apologizing. It was almost....sweet of him. And she was excited at the offer too. I wonder if I admitted I really liked to play if I could have more input...But telling him something like that might give him too big of an advantage...She sighed and sat up in bed, stretching a bit, when her bladder gave a sudden pang of need. Ever since Thursday when she'd been taking his potion, she'd had more desperate, sudden urges like that. She figured it was a side effect and noticed they started to wane a bit the longer she went without consuming any more. Still, she made a low noise and held herself. Surprisingly, she heard a fellow whimper from the bed beside her. “I hate it when Parvati takes so long in the loo,” Lavender groaned softly. Hermione pulled back her curtains to find the blonde girl sitting on her bed and holding herself, “Do you need to go too, Hermione?” It was Hermione's turn to blush and she quickly moved her hand out from between her legs. Another throb of desperation surged and she immediately put it back with a soft noise. “Mmm...yeah I've had to go since I woke up, but I heard the shower running,” Hermione said softly, “I think I drank too much yesterday...” Lavender nodded, squirming in place and crossing her legs. “I forgot to go before I went to bed,” she said quietly, looking at Hermione with a helpless look. Hermione immediately felt sorry for the girl. Lavender had a tinier bladder than most. When she was a first year, she regularly wet her bed. She'd grown up out of it, but Parvati taking her time in the loo was clearly taking its toll. She was dancing in bed, holding herself with whimpers and moans of desperation. “Hermione...I don't think I can wait...you won't tell on me if I wet myself, right?” she asked, looking at Hermione with tears in her eyes. Watching her made Hermione only need to go even worse. Her need was almost unbearable too. She swallowed and shook her head. “I won't tell if you won't tell....I can't hold it either,” she said softly, making a show of squirming in her sheets. Honestly, she could have easily waited until Parvati got out, but this was much more fun. “Okay,” Lavender whimpered softly, blushing as she looked away. Hermione watched the girl squirm and then sudden go still with a quiet sob. The blankets around her darkened with her as she wet herself. Seeing Lavender let go caused another harsh throb rock her bladder. She spread her legs a little in her bed and relax, giving a soft sigh as a stream of pee warmed the crotch of her panties. She went slowly, letting her bedding soak up the contents of her bladder. When she finished, she looked over at Lavender who was rubbing tears off her cheeks. “Did you go?” Hermione asked as though she hadn't noticed her pee. Lavender sniffled and nodded. “Me too,” Hermione said, feigning a shy murmur. Lavender gave her a sympathetic look. “Let's clean up...I want to be out of here before Parvati gets out of the bathroom,” Lavender said. Hermione nodded and slipped out of bed, shivering when the cold morning air hit her wet panties. Lavender did the same and Hermione took a longer look at her friend's soaked pajama bottoms than she needed to. The girls cleaned themselves and their beds, promising again not to tell anyone about the other's accident. Lavender dressed and left, leaving Hermione to ponder an outfit for Hogsmade. She didn't have to wear her uniform and it was a bit cold for late September. She pulled out a dark pair of skinny jeans and a blue jumper, light in fabric but warm enough for the chilly day. A pair of brown boots finished off the look and she put her bushy hair in a pony tail before leaving the castle. It wasn't a very crowded Hogsmade trip, which Hermione was thankful for. She met Draco at the village gates a little later than everyone else. She noticed he looked quite nice in his black slacks, green turtle neck, and polished shoes. Very prim and proper, as always. She shook her head, finding his likeness very similar to a peacock. “You took your time,” he said as she walked up, “It's cold out here you know.” “It's not that bad,” she replied as they fell into step, “I had an interesting morning.” “Oh really?” he asked her dryly “Tell me, what on Earth could be SO interesting in the Gryffindor tower so early in the morning when you have someone waiting on you?” “Lavender Brown and I wet ourselves while waiting for Parvati Patil to get out of the loo,” she said calmly. Draco almost tripped and she was very tempted to laugh. “You what?” he asked, recovering his balance. “You're not to tell anyone,” she added, “Or else my rules for myself today are just going to be me using the toilet.” “You're threatening me?” he asked, eyebrows raised. She gave him a hard stare. “Yes I am,” she said “because I know you get off on watching me piss myself. So you can either promise me you won't tell about Lavender and I give you a willing show or you get to spend the day with me bored out of your mind.” The look on his face was utterly priceless and she had to smirk. He was beside himself, but she couldn't tell if he was angry or impressed. He was, she noticed, definitely interested in playing along with her rules. “I'll agree on one condition,” he finally offered. “And what's that?” she asked. “I want your memory of this morning,” he said “and I promise I won't share about the two of you.” “Deal,” she said, “Do you have a vial on you?” He did happen to have an extra in his bag and she removed her memory of her wet with Lavender for him to keep. He grinned. “Alright,” he said, “so what do you want to do?” Hermione blushed a little as they walked along the village path. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, but was a little embarrassed and nervous about it. “I want to wet myself in the Three Broomsticks,” she said softly. Draco stopped and stared at her which only made her blush deepen. “I thought you didn't like to wet yourself in public where people could see?” he asked. “I never said that,” she said, looking away from him, “I just don't want people to notice.” She could feel the entire game shift. She'd opened a door to a whole new realm of possibilities. She wasn't sure if she wanted to kick herself for it or start giving him suggestions. Damn. “Okay, done,” Draco said, hands sliding into his pockets, “anything else?” “I want to be allowed to leak,” she said, “I won't have an accident unless we're in the pub, and not until you tell me its okay...but I don't want to be in trouble if I leak a little here and there.” “Alright,” he said, “You won't be punished unless you have an accident outside of the Three Broomsticks before I say so. Deal?” “Deal.” She saw Draco smirk out of the corner of her eye. She'd given him some creative license with her rules today, but only because she liked it when he told her what to do—specifically when he was controlling her bladder. But she was curious how the outcome would be if they were both aiming for a common goal. “Do you have to pee right now?” Draco asked curiously as they entered the main hub of the village. “No,” Hermione answered calmly, “but I could go for a drink.”
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  13. Girl wets her tight galaxy leggings. I found this video while searching from internet. HD Quality. Nudity. Wetting In Blue Galaxy Leggings.mp4
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  14. Hey look, I've made a start!
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  15. I'd like to see some of your 'work' here!
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  16. This is why God created the "Nanny".
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  17. Thank you Morningstar for starting this post. Thank you for posting the photos everyone.. They look great. I will post some on this page as well. I was thinking about starting something like this page and posting photos of myself but I didn't think any one would be interested in a guy posting wetting photos. Someone on this site told me that she would love it and that helped give me encouragement. I will try to post some. It is just a shame that I don't have to pee right now.
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  18. Hey Sketch Man. I was just wondering how good you are at drawing pokemon, such as Eevee. I love your drawings and would happily pay for a commission of an adorable Eevee in a nice clean diaper. Keep up the good work as always
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  19. These definitely have an appeal, partly because they seem a bit more "realistic" in the sense that somebody might try to hide things and be unaware of changes that give the game away. The other part is arguably the same as scantily clad vs totally nude: When you leave nothing to the imagination, what's left to fantasize about? Granted not everyone is wired that way, but this certainly does it for me.
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  20. we need more girlies showing their own 'work' in here :)
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  21. omg is there other videos whit this girl or this kind of leggings?? this is absolutely fantastic! thnks a lot
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