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  1. 6 points
    This is a true account of what took place at my cottage Monday evening and night. It all started in the afternoon with a - in the beginning - harmless chat between a couple of guys and I on an other internet site. We were talking about the gloomy weather, which gave me the idea to buy some red wine to brighten up the day with. And drinking wine on my own wouldn't be funny; wine, women and song would be far more funnier! I thought. I do always act on impulse. I called two of my closest girl friends, Ingrid and Emma, and invited them to my house later in the evening. I told the guys, whom I've was chatting with, about my plans. They got pretty excited, and suggested, that I should write and post a story about the upcoming night. So I did, and this is how the story continues: I went to buy some red wine. When I left home, I thought two bottles would be sufficient. In the liquor store I revised my estimate of the number of bottles, that might be required. I left the store with eight bottles. As it turned out, that was a wise decision. Well, in the morning neither Ingrid, Emma nor I thought it was so wise. Our hangover was excruciating. To say the least. But that was then. Weighing the pros and cons, I would say, that the pros were overwhelming! Read and judge! Ingrid and Emma arrived in Ingrid's car. We hugged and kissed eachother. I saw Ingrid only a couple of days ago, but it had been at least a month since I last saw Emma. I'd missed her, and I gave her a special welcome kiss, which she responded to by sticking her tongue deep in to my mouth! Ingrid has her own very special way to hug me. She always presses one leg in between mine, and, as she's much taller than I, it always ends with me literally riding on her thigh, which she presses firmly on to my crotch. And, as always, I responded by grinding it against her thigh. We got so carried away, that Emma after a while had to tear her now moaning friends apart from eachother! Both Ingrid and Emma are very cute. Ingrid is of my age, twenty years old. As I hinted, she is much taller than me; I guess she is almost 180 cm. She has the figure of a goddess! Emma, on the other hand, is even a little bit smaller than me. She's the nicest girl to cuddle with! She's like a babydoll! She's about three years younger than Ingrid and I. The first couple of hours we sat around my kitchen table, eating, drinking wine and talking about, what had happened since we last met. And about lots of other stuff. You know, girls when they get together... Then we moved in to my living room, to sit more comfortable. Emma wanted to go to the bathroom. I raised my hand. "No, not possible!" I said peremptorily. "It's locked!" "But unlock it then!" "As I said, it's not possible. I've stated a new rule for to night. A rule, in which three keys are playing the key roles. Not on the stage. Actually, they're very much off the stage. You can't see them. And that's the point! The three keys are: The front door key, the back door key and the bathroom door key. To make it crystal-clear for your poor chicken brains: Those doors are locked, and the keys are hidden! The rule for to night is: Bathroom and garden are forbidden territory!" I lowered my hand again. "And now, let's have fun! We've got lots of wine left!" I continued in a now more cheerful and friendly voice. Not so "Mistress-like" anymore. There were some lame protests at first but eventually Ingrid and Emma realized the possibilities, which were implied in the rule, which I'd stated. I put on some music, and Ingrid asked Emma very politely for the next dance. I remained seated, looking at the dancing girls. Well, dancing... It wasn't a particularly graceful dance! Ingrid used the advantage of her length to move her right leg in between Emma's legs, which Emma prompt parted to make way. Very soon she was literally riding on Ingrid's thigh. Their skirts were coming higher and higher up, revealing, that Ingrid wore chestnut-coloured nylon stockings, attached to a red garterbelt, and that Emma wore light-brown tights. As Emma forcefully increased her grinding against Ingrid's thigh, her movements made their skirts come even higher up, and I noticed, that Ingrid's panties were as red as her garterbelt, and that Emma's panties were innocently white. Emma obviously got more and more aroused! And her movements more and more indecent! She was banging Ingrid's thigh harder and faster every second. She panted, moaned and squeaked! Her repertoire of vocal means to express her arousal seemed inexhaustible! And then she literally exploded! She screamed and screamed, coming in an almost everlasting orgasm! I haven't known any other girl able to express her orgasms in such a dramatic way as she! And this time it was not only vocally she showed her excitement. Suddenly Ingrid cried: "Emma! You're peeing on my leg!" I looked. Ingrid was right! As her orgasm began to ebb out, Emma started to pee herself. Like icing on the cake! Emma, now totally exhausted, sat down on the floor, her legs widely spread. She peed like forever, heavily panting, and a big pool of her pee was forming on the floor. I got so immensely horny, that I got a quick orgasm, without even touching myself. On slightly shivering legs I stood up and went up to Ingrid. She stood looking at Emma, breathing hard. She pressed one hand in between her thighs. But I pulled it away and replaced it with one of my own. Wow, her panties were so wet! And I could feel how her pussy was like trembling under my fingers. I began to slowly caress her upon her moisty panties. As I did that, I felt her hand stroking up my left inner thigh, bringing my skirt with it. It felt electrifying, like her hand was sending out sparks, when she stroke it over the nylon! She reached in between my legs. I felt my pussy pounding, when she began to stroke it. Our mouths met. We kissed eagerly, our tongues kind of rotated in each other's mouth. And the whole time I felt her fingers caressing every little spot around and in my mimsy. We both had still our panties on, and she pressed the cloth deep into me. I wasn't inactive. What she did to me, I did to her! We moaned, whimpered and sqeaked! We were already so excited when we started, that it didn't take long before we came. Ingrid screamed and I sqeaked and also gave away my silly-screams! We both had several orgasms in a row, and in the middle of one I began to pee myself! Which added so much lust to my excitement, that I almost passed out! I peed and peed! Soon my pee became mixed with Ingrid's! I felt her pee was so forceful! I've experienced it before, and I've never ceased to wonder at it! We continued to make love and wet ourself. We became very drunk. I have a foggy remembrance, that at one point we had a competition, of which, I think, the winner were to be the one to be the first to both orgasm and pee after I'd counted to three. I have no idea, who won...
  2. 3 points
    Last night I had an incredible urge to do something naughty. I was lying on my bed thinking about me and Hannah, and imagining her sat with me piddling all over my sheets. Safe to say I was very turned on, awfully horny and most of all, I did quite need to pee. I'm sure you know what it's like to be starting to get the urge to pee whilst not wanting the bore of sitting on the loo. So I began to think of possibilities. A few years ago, while I was still living at home with my parents, I secretly wet myself in the woods. I had done many a time, but the one I was thinking of now was unique. I'd positioned myself upside down so I could experience an unimaginable warm, soggy outcome. The more I though of it, the more I think wanted to do it again. I was getting very excited. I hoped out of bed and hurriedly dressed myself in the day before's dirty clothes- a pair of light coloured joggings and a thick, long sleeve cardigan. It was dark blue with a few specks of shimmery glitter. I wore no underwear. I was shaking with excitement, the adrenalin was surging through me. I grabbed some more bunched up clothing from my wash basket and piled them close to the wall next to the door. Then, after locking myself in, cushioning myself in the clothes and supporting my head with both hands, I flipped myself up into a headstand against the wall. It was a hard to position to hold. I could feel my the blood rushing to my head. Upside down and with no bra, my chest was feeling very odd. I breathed deeply. I couldn't hold myself for long, I had to be quick. Closing my eyes, I gave my bladder a few long, hard squeezes. It was all it took. I felt a sudden rushing of warmth exploding around my crotch. The hot stream of pee burst up, through the thin padding in the jeggings beforing turning and hammering back down on me. The spray soaked in around my thighs as the warm pee came tumbling round my bottom, gushing with an immense tingling, down inbetween my cheeks. It came poring down my back, soaking the thick fabric of the cardie. A small warm trickle had been thrown forward by my jeggings and came tickling down my front. The loud hissing was combined with all manor of sounds as the warm pee tumbled down through my cardie. It was such a different experience. I was aching with pleasure. I was such a bad girl! Long after my bladder was empty, hot yellow liquid continued to cascade over my neck, down into my hair and out over the clothes on the floor. I was stuggling to hold myself there and had to stand up. I was convered. A huge wet patch spanned my back and covered my bottom. My hair, not tied back, was dripping warm pee. My heart raced, my crotch throbbed. Quickly I pulled off my pee covered clothes and adorned my dressing gown. I was feeling far to naughty to just leave, so I pushing my dressing gown out of the way and forced a few more hot jets of pee onto the hard wood floor. I rushed to the washroom and hopped in the shower where at long last I could let the hot water run over me. Unbelieving of how good and messy peeing upside down was, and way too turned on not to, I couldn't help put have a play in the shower.
  3. 2 points
    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.
  4. 2 points
    "Come onnnnnnn!!" Beth called from her room as I walked into her room wearing just my loose shirt, bra, and panties, exposing my long, pale, skinny legs to the cold air. Beth giggled and joyfully twirled around in the middle of her room wearing just her panties and her bra. I smile and sit on her bed and she waits in the middle of the room. I tap my thumbs together while I stare at my panties thinking about all my horrible life decisions. I see a movement from the corner of my eye, I look up. Beth hitches up her panties revealing a super sexy cameltoe and a small wet dot appears. She looks up and puts on a proud grin from ear to ear as the wet patch slowly got bigger. I ever so slowly begin letting pee dribble into my panties, just to give them a little wetness. Beth is rubbing her pussy through her panties and I'm standing there, hands on hips, letting my panties dampen slowly. I hear the doorbell ring and make my way downstairs, Beth's moans disappear behind me as she orgasmed. I open the front for, completely forgetting I was only wearing my loose shirt, sexy bra, and panties (WHICH I was still slowly peeing in!!). Alexis stands before me at my door. I pull Alexis inside my house and close the door behind her. I instantly brace her against the wall and begin ferociously making out with her. Our lips enveloping one another and our eyes dreamily closed. Alexis's legs are in between mine which made it too hard to conserve my pee. I completely release and watch, mortified, as my warm piss exploded through my panties and soaks into Alexis's sweatpants. She moans and fingers me through my panties. I move my hips in and out to feel the pleasure more and feel the orgasm coming from a mile away. My hands hold Alexis's hips in place and rub her back. I feel a her hands on my wet ass and I giggle. And then I realized.. Alexis was fingering me... Yet there were two hands on my ass.. I swirl around and see Beth sitting there drooling at the sight before her. Alexis stops fingering me, "who's this?" She asks. "Oh! This is Beth! She's into wetting panties as well!" "Fun stuff.." Alexis says cautiously. "You must be Alexis" Beth bursts out. Alexis stares at me, I tell Alexis about Beth and she becomes more trusting. And then I whisper in Alexis's ear how much I want to have sex with her. She nods and we start walking upstairs. Beth giddily follows. Alexis shoves me down onto my bed, gets naked, and straddles me. Her hands tear my panties from my throbbing vagina and undresses me. Beth is in the corner of the room whimpering as she rubs her own vagina watching Alexis and I make love. I look over at Beth and motion towards the bed. She smiles excitedly and jumps on the bed. Upon impact she grabs Alexis's breasts and kisses her. I seize the moment and throw myself onto my stomach and begin licking Alexis's clit. She moans and twitches. She starts fingering Beth and Beth pants and jolts for she's not used to it. It was actually quite perfect. We continued having sex for another TWO HOURS!!!!!!! This has been the best three-way I've been in!! (And I've been in a few...)
  5. 2 points
    Recently I posted a topic on the forum that my girlfriend seemed too into my fetish. I was very lucky that with the very first response I was given excellent advice. Thank you Railgun-sama. Acting on the advice I was given I talked with her. I explained that I love her and that I would never want her to do anything she was uncomfortable with. She was very patient with me, and made sure that I understood her perspective in the matter. Again Railgun-sama was right she was actually "cutting to the chase", when it came to my fetish. She explained that she had thought it over and in the end decided to try it. She told me that in past relationships open communication about fetishes had been a problem. She has always been very open about her own fetishes and I have embraced everything so far. Until I told her about this fetish I had been holding back and she had noticed. So after giving it some thought she came to a simple conclusion. "Why not?" I can't help but love the simplicity of her answer. She told me matter of factly that if she tired wetting it wouldn't be a "big deal". In the end whether she liked it or not all we would have to do is a little laundry. Basically if I wanted to try something that would only add one more load of laundry she would give it a try. Needless to say I was a little awestruck and speechless. She made this even worse when she winked and said, "Who knows I might even like it, stranger things have happened." This weekend she is coming to stay at my apartment. She's an art student and lives about an hour away on campus, so we don't get to see each other much except for the weekends. Even better, this weekend starts the Thanksgiving break for her school, so she can stay even longer. Getting to see her is enough to make me smile, but being able to see her everyday for almost a full week makes me ecstatic. That's when she dropped the mother-load on me. She wants to try wetting this weekend. Now I've just went from ecstatic to full on back-flip excited. I couldn't help but share this experience, incomplete as it is, this being the first time I've ever actually seen something like this in person. I'll be sure to post an update to this afterwards. This is just something I needed to share with someone, so anonymously on the internet is probably best.
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    So I was browsing the internet to find ideas for my next drawing, and came across this site : " 24 thoughts you have when you really need to pee" I thought I'd share it here for all to see the moving GIF's.
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    Sorry I've been MIA for a bit. My intention was to provide you with another one of my memories last weekend, but I got busy. I've been traveling for work, etc. BUT...I haven't forgotten about you! For my next few posts, I'm going to focus on my own accidents growing up...and then I will return back to the handful of others I saw that happened to friends of mine. To make up for leaving you hanging last week, I will tell you a couple stories this time. Going forward in my stories about myself, I will try to recollect in order (skipping the ones that happened before age 4 because I've always felt like those don't really count anyway). =================================================== The earliest accident I remember having after being fully toilet trained happened to me around the age of 4 years old. I grew up in an old Victorian house built around 1890. Because our house was so old, it was drafty and cold through the winter. I grew up in the Midwest (USA) and our winters got fairly cold with quite a bit of snow and temperature dropping. We didn't have any carpeting in our house at all. Instead, our home's floors were all hardwood and we put big area rugs in some of the rooms. My own personal bedroom was no exception. Around this age, my father was still in graduate school working on getting his Doctorate. He would have to get up early each weekday morning around 4:30 am to get ready to go to an early part time job he took before his classes began for the day. During this time in my life, my father wasn't home much during the week because he had jobs, he had classes throughout the day that he both attended and taught and studying/working on his dissertation in the evening. The reason I bring this up about my father is because it's important to the story to know that on Monday through Friday he would always be occupying the one bathroom on our 2nd floor from around 4:30am to 5:30am. I remember on this particular morning waking up around this time because I had to pee really badly. At this age, I didn't know how to tell the time, but it had to have been somewhere around the middle of his hour of getting ready given the length of time this situation seemed to unfold. Now around this age I usually would always wake up once during the night having to pee (I didn't start having a problem with wetting the bed until I was older), however, I always seemed to wake up each night between 2:00am and 3:00 am. I would get up, quickly go down the hallway to the toilet, pee, and then go back to sleep until morning. For whatever reason, I slept longer this night before being jarred awake by my bladder. I'm not sure if I was just in a deeper sleep this time or I didn't drink as much the night before. I can still remember though how on this day I woke up feeling like if I didn't get to a bathroom right away, I'd have an accident and pee in my pajamas. I remember that I was having a dream right before I woke up that I had to pee really badly and I was trying to find a bathroom. I remember in my dream, I did find a toilet and I got up on the toilet and was trying to pee, but nothing would come out. All of a sudden, I woke up with my hand in my crotch and immediately realized that I was close to flooding the bed. I was wearing light pink cotton pajama bottoms with darker pink piping and a matching light pink cotton long sleeve button down top with the same piping. I remember thinking in my head, "Uh oh. I need to go pee pee so bad. I'm about to have an accident." I carefully and slowly got out of my bed and as soon as I stood up, I felt the pee trying to rush out of me. I crossed my legs quickly and immediately put my hand in my crotch and squeezed tightly. I stood like that right next to my bed for about 20 seconds trying to gain control. I was really afraid I was going to pee in my pajamas right then. Somehow I managed to gain control and was able to move. I started walking really fast towards my bedroom door. The whole time I walked though, I had to keep my hand tightly holding my crotch to keep from peeing myself. I managed to open my bedroom door and start walking down the hallway towards the bathroom on the 2nd floor. While walking, I took very small steps with my legs close together to help me hold my pee in. I was more shuffling down the hallway than actually walking. I finally got to the bathroom door at the end of the hallway and I noticed that the door was closed and I could see under the crack of the bottom door that the light was on. In my 4 year old mind, I was confused for a moment because normally when I got up to pee in the middle of the night, no one would be in there and the door would be open. I knocked on the door. My Dad called back asking who it was. I quickly yelled out, "It's Lily. I need to go potty." My Dad replied that he would be done in a few minutes and that he was getting ready for work. For whatever reason, I was hesitant to tell him how badly I needed to pee and that I was actually on the verge of having an accident right in front of the bathroom door. I just told him, "Okay" and accepted that I would have to wait. Now we did have other bathrooms in our house. In fact, we had one on the first floor and another on the 3rd floor, however, being only 4 years old, I was scared to travel up or down to a different floor in the dark. My parents always put a nightlight on the 2nd floor where our bedrooms were so I wouldn't be scared to get up in the middle of the night if I needed the bathroom. The other floors were pitch black until sunrise. I fleetingly thought about running downstairs to the toilet downstairs to go pee, but I was just too afraid. At that age, I still believed that monsters were waiting in the dark to grab me. Instead, I shuffled back to my bedroom taking the same fast, leg locked, quick steps while holding my crotch knowing that I would have to wait in my bedroom and try to hold my pee there until my Dad was finished in the bathroom. When I got back to my bedroom, I sat on the edge of my bed still holding myself, bounced up and down, rocked from side to side, and did every other movement I knew to keep my pee from coming out. I didn't want to pee my pants because it was embarrassing and I was afraid of getting in trouble. It felt like I was sitting on the edge of my bed for a long time, but it was probably only a couple of minutes in real time. All of a sudden, I got a really bad spasm and I almost peed. I slid my body off the bed and collapsed onto the hardwood floor. I first sat Indian style and rocked, then I tried sitting up on my knees and swayed side to side. I tried sitting on my heel as well to hold my pee better. Periodically I would have to grab my crotch either with one hand or two while switching positions or rocking. I felt another spasm in my bladder and stood up really fast to keep from peeing again. I walked around my room in circles really fast whimpering and moaning while holding myself. For a few moments, standing made it feel like it was easier to hold, but after a short while, I felt myself starting to lose control once again, so I sank back down to the floor to rock. I distinctly remember at this point being up on my knees rocking from side to side holding myself. At the same time, I was looking down at my hand holding my crotch, staring into my lap. Then suddenly I knew what was about to happen. I was going to pee in my pajamas and there was nothing I could do about it. I had to go too badly. I felt my pee starting to come out and soon I felt the crotch of my pajamas starting to get wetter and wetter. I then felt my hand get wet and hot. I removed my hand because I knew all hope was lost. I spread my knees out from side to side further and peed furiously and desperately into my pink pajama pants. The fabric of my pants got dark around my crotch and thigh area. I stared down into my lap and watched it happen. I was going pee in my pants and I couldn't stop it. Because I was on hardwood floors the sound of my pee coming out seemed very loud and I could hear it hissing as it poured out of me. I remember actually being scared that my parents could hear me peeing my pants on the hardwood floor because it was so loud. No one noticed and soon I was surrounded by a big wet puddle. Right after I was done going in my pants, I knew I needed to try to cover it up. I got up and went to my dresser and found some new pajama pants to put on. I stuffed my wet pajama bottoms and panties under my bed to hide them. I then went over to the rug in the middle of my bedroom and dragged it over to my pee puddle and covered it up. Looking back, I realize how conspicuous this looked...immediately after I was done doing this, my Dad came to my door and knocked while opening the door at the same time. He told me he was now done in the bathroom. I remember telling him that I no longer needed to pee anymore. I don't know if my Dad was still just really tired or what, but he didn't manage to read between the lines of what I was actually saying and he just replied back, "Okay then." and closed my bedroom door and walked away. I went back to bed and fell asleep and wasn't discovered until morning when my Mom came in my room and found my wet pajama bottoms stuffed under my bed. Then I had to tell her what happened. Surprisingly, she wasn't mad. ======================================================================================= Next, I want to tell you about how I became a bedwetter. Unlike most children, I didn't wet the bed when I was really little. In fact, I really have no memories of wetting the bed at all before the age of 7 years old. However, starting at age 7, I wet the bed quite frequently for the next 3 and a half years. What started my bedwetting was my Great Aunt dying. It had nothing to do with her actual death. She was old and I wasn't close to her at all. I maybe met her 2-3 times on holidays. In spite of this, my mother was close to her while she was growing up and because of this, she inherited a lot of her belongings when she died. One of the things she inherited was her antique doll collection, including an antique dollhouse. Being my mother's only child and by default, her only daughter, the doll house and doll collection was placed in my room for me to enjoy. My mother put the dollhouse in one of the corners of my bedroom and I liked it during the day, but when the lights were out at night, the shape and shadow that the dollhouse cast on the adjacent wall resembled in my mind a huge scary looking monstrous creature. At the age of 7 years old, I didn't realize that it was the dollhouse casting a shadow on the wall. I actually thought a monster started coming into my bedroom during the night (stupid looking back, but I had a big imagination at that age). The very night that dollhouse was put into my bedroom was the first time I ever remember peeing the bed. From that moment on though, I would pee the bed frequently until I was almost 11 years old. My parents never realized the correlation between the dollhouse and the onset of my bedwetting until I was in my teens and I finally told my mother what actually happened. For some reason, during the actual time it was happening, I was convinced that I couldn't tell my parents about the shadow monster that came to my room at night because if I did, he would "get me." Because of this, I never said a word to them at the time and suffered in secret. Like I said in my previous story, nightly I would always have to get up in the middle of the night to go pee. My bladder simply was not big enough to make it until morning. I would not be able to sleep fully though the night without peeing for a couple of years. The first night that dollhouse was in my room, I woke up around 2-3:00 am needing to go pee. It wasn't too bad right away, but I definitely knew I had to go and knew that was what woke me up from my sleep. I wanted to get up and go down the hallway to the bathroom, but I saw that monstrous shadow staring at me across the room. I was really afraid. I knew it would get me if I stepped one foot out of my bed. I saw it staring at me across the room beckoning me to get out of bed so it could eat me. In fact, I was so afraid that I wouldn't even let a toe be exposed from under my blankets, thinking that if any skin showed, it would be able to grab and eat me. I lay in bed instead staring at that shadowy monster feeling my bladder fill and fill as time went on. Eventually it got to the point that I had to pee so bad that I had to hold myself to keep from having an accident. I'm not sure how much time passed, but I continued to lay there for what felt like hours holding myself and swaying back and forth under the covers to hold my pee in. I prayed that I would be able to hold on until morning because I didn't want to have an accident. However, deep down I knew there was no way I'd be able to make it to morning and I knew eventually I was going to pee myself in bed. Even knowing an accident was inevitable did not give me the courage to run to the bathroom. My fear of the shadow was so great, that it trumped any embarrassment or fear of peeing in my pants. I held my pee as long as I could, but after awhile, I couldn't hold it anymore. I had to pee too badly. I removed my hand from my crotch, spread my legs slightly out, placed my arms on either side of me and peed through my baby blue colored pajama pants in bed. I could feel the pee soaking around me up to the middle of my back. I peed and peed until I was completely empty. When I was done peeing, both my pajamas and my sheets were soaked. I closed my eyes tightly blocking out the shadow monster crying to myself because of my accident. After awhile, I fell back asleep. When morning came, I woke up on cold wet sheets. I was freezing. I got up, walked out of my bedroom, went downstairs into the living room and went up to my mother. She looked at me and saw that I was wet. She asked what happened. I told her sheepishly that I peed the bed. I remember her response back to me was that it was unlike me, but she shrugged it off and got me changed. From that incident on, that pattern repeated nightly for awhile. I would wake up in the middle of the night needing to go pee, I would look over in the corner of my bedroom and stare at the "Shadow monster," while gradually getting more and more desperate laying in bed. I would always hold myself as long as I could, and then eventually I wouldn't be able to anymore. I would give up, let my body become still and pee forcefully into my pajamas while laying under the covers in bed. Luckily my parents remained understanding and accepted the fact that I was obviously going through a bedwetting phase. They tried to limit my drinking at night more, but it didn't seem to help. Every morning without fail, I would wake up in soaking wet pajamas and sheets and my mother would change them and we'd go about our day. I can't remember how long it took exactly, but it wasn't long before I stopped waking up until I was absolutely already desperate. Instead, I would wake up at the point when I was already bursting and almost immediately upon becoming aware that I was awake, I would lose control and pee my bed. As time progressed, the length of time between me waking up and peeing myself in bed became shorter and shorter. I would wake up holding my crotch already, groggily open my eyes, realize I had to pee badly, lose control and flood my bed and then immediately fall back asleep again. Not long after this, I started waking up mid-pee. I would jar awake feeling myself peeing. I would wake up as I felt a warm puddle of pee growing around me where I laid. I would reach down to my crotch area and feel the pee already gushing out of me. I remember thinking, "Oh no. I'm peeing my bed." I would try to stop it sometimes, but I never could. I was too desperate. I would wait until I finished peeing and then I would close my eyes and go back to sleep. I didn't like that I was becoming an actual bedwetter, but I seemed to be able to control my need less and less and there was nothing I could do about it. The final stage in my wetting came when I no longer woke up at all. I would wake up instead in the morning soaking and cold knowing that I had an accident and peed my pants in my sleep in the middle of the night. I would have no memory of peeing my bed at all. It would happened while I slept blissfully unaware. The full time it took for me to progress to a full on bedwetter took only approximately a couple of months. The time it took for me to stop wetting the bed completely though, took over 3 years. As I got a little older (probably around the age of 9), I stopped wetting the bed every single night and would pee about 1-2 nights a week instead, but it wasn't until after age 11 that I would be able to hold it without fail until morning. The thing is, I stopped being afraid of that imaginary "Shadow monster" probably about a year from when I first developed my fear in the first place, but obviously by this time, I had progressed to a full bedwetter anyway and there was no going back until I was old enough to make it until morning. My few years of bedwetting caused a lot of embarrassment and I didn't like it at the time, but looking back I remember it almost fondly. ============================================== That's all for now!
  8. 2 points
    Hi everyone - after a lot of agonising over whether to resurrect one of my stories lately, I've decided to continue this one. Planning to post the next chapter this weekend :)
  9. 2 points
    I'm no psychologist, but I suspect Asperger's is presently one of the most over diagnosed of mental conditions, assuming that everyone who has claimed Asperger's in this thread has gotten a diagnosis from a licensed clinical psychologist or psychiatrist. As I understand it, those with Asperger's tend to be socially awkward introverts, but not all socially awkward introverts have Asperger's. In general, I think our society has a bad habit of mistaking variations in personality and other aspects of behavior for mental illness. There's probably also some response bias going on, as few, if any, of the people lacking a condition they recognize as a disability are posting in this thread.
  10. 1 point
    These pictures are a bit old and I took them back then to send them to someone, but I've decided to upload them to celebrate the fact that I now own exactly one pair of casual pants my size. Seriously. I need jeans. I've been trying to make a decent video ever since, but I always ended up being out of frame or with really odd lighting. Not sure if I should bother.
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    So I happen to be very much against gun control. Guns provide an equal balance of power and the whole saftey part of the argument is silly. The point of guns is not for protection or for recreation (not that they can't be used for such). Guns are for deterrence. Hitler didn't plan on invading mainland America, not that he didn't have a plan but he didn't want to ever try his plan. Why, it's because we are crazy gun people. Our government has had 44ish peaceful changes in power because We the people are scary. No one has the will to fight every single American who has a gun. That is why the people we give power to try to keep us happy. Of course this argument only applies to Americans. Any thoughts?
  13. 1 point
    So I'm trying out drawing some omorashi. This one below took maybe 30 minutes? It was a really quick shabby drawing. I uploaded it to Pixiv just now: http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=46438685 Anyone like it at all? I obviously need to work on drawing liquids :P
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    I was outside with my girlfriend. We drank a lot of beer at a river near by our home. My girlfriend was a little bit drunk an said, that she had to pee very bad. I convinced her to let it go, right in her shiny black leggings. Unfortunately I couldn't see anything in the dark. But the hissing sound was awesome. Later when we arrived at home, she sat on my bed to turn off her shoes. Then she goes to shower. I turned on the light and saw this beautiful sign on my bedsheet.
  15. 1 point
    Well um... I guess I have some personal news... I recently found out that I'm pregnant.... Super against abortions so obviously I'm going to go through with it... But yeah.... I'm going to have a child in 8 and a half months....... Yes, I'm still dating Alexis but every now and then I'll get it on with a guy because, being a total slut, I can't go for so long without sleeping with a male... Alexis doesn't mind it, I'm just sort of shocked.... I wasn't expecting this... So yeah.. Ashley is preggo!! Kinda excited to find out it's gender! What are everybody's favourite baby names?? :D
  16. 1 point
    Elsie... so close! Edit: Does anyone have any character/situation requests?
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    Heyo my Omo peeps :3 I have opened for commissions a good month ago on Deviantart, and now I'm bringing that service right here! You can get acquainted with my works on my gallery or look at some of my works on DA! I'll be posting updates and fun junk here! Anyways, I'll keep it as simple as possible and just explain these bits :3 Commission prices $25 - 1 character fully shaded colored-in and a simple background $15 - 1 character clean outlines only other options: +$12 - Each Additional characters +$6 - Complicated background I do a good deal of ABDL art, but I'm open to pretty much anything, and of course pants/panty wetting is more than welcome ;). Just simply PM me and I'll get back to you. Additional info- -I only accept payments via PayPal. -When sending payment, payment must be sent as a Gift (Gift option on Paypal) -If you want a commission please don't hesitate, send me a Note/PM -I'll draw anything and any fetish, everything is welcome just as long as its legal. Normal junk is welcome too <3 -I do have the right to refuse to accept the commission as the artist -Commission can take from 3 days to a few weeks (please understand I do have a life and crap to do) -I'll work with concepts to develop an idea, so do send me a Note/PM even if you have half an idea -Private commissions are just as welcome, never worry about your private commissions being posted -Payent must be recieved after I approve of your commission, you will get a preview of the lineart, tweak requests are welcome. -Feel free to ask if you have any questions Additionally, If you can't PM me, feel free to Note me on Deviantart or ask for my E-mail privately~
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    I haven't been to the bathroom since some time yesterday, probably 20 hours ago, so I reeeally need to pee. I'm gonna try to hold on as long as I can, and hopefully start to lose control (rather than purposely let it out as I usually do). I usually like to talk to someone in real time while I hold but nobody's online on skype so I figured I'd post something here! :)
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    Kennesaw has a ridiculously low home break in rate. It also has a low murder rate, but it's a small town which normally have low murder rates to begin with. It's a pretty unobtrusive law that deters criminals more than forces you to own a gun. It's this odd fear of guns that a lot of people have that hurts society. Most people who are anti-gun have never fired a gun and don't know how to use them. Things that you have little experience with are naturally scary. I'd wager that if we taught everyone gun safety people would be a lot more comfortable with guns. The only way I see that happening is if we taught kids in school gun safety. So I don't think that's going to happen anytime soon. Of course there are people who know plenty about guns and are still against them. These people often have much more legitimate reasons then guns are scary.
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    Apologies for my short absence. Here's a sketch!
  22. 1 point
    This is your best story yet, have you thought of writing fiction?
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    Hey guys, so here's the story about my friend who peed herself during a cross country ski race when she was 18. It was a 50 kilometer classic style race up in northern Vermont. These races take about 3 hours or so, but this one started in a remote location, with limited facilities. Now, this girl is fast, she's a real good skier, so before the race she wasn't to concerned with peeing, she was more concerned with getting warmed up and ready to go. So they took off and about half way through she had to pee. Now this is a huge race so the trail was packed with other skiers. She very quickly made the decision that there was no way she was going to stop to relieve herself, she cared too much about the race and doing well to waste time doing that. She also quickly decided that she wasn't going to try to hold it either as that would slow her down as well. So, the way she tells it, she had just passed this other girl and was on a fairly flat/downhill section of trail with lots of people around and she just let it rip. Pee flowed into her panties and tights, and ran down both legs. Nordic racing suits are made of lycra and are skin tight, hers was a green color that would have showed wetness, but not all that well though. Her pee pouring onto the snow though was certainly visible and apparently the girl behind her said something to the effect of "you've got to be kidding me!" After she did it she said she felt much better and although it was cold at first she quickly stopped noticing she had pee on her legs. I saw her after the race and she admitted to peeing herself. She told me she actually thought it was kinda fun and easy beacsue like a minute after she did it you could barely tell what she had done. She claims she hasn't done it since then while skiing, but she has on a bike, more stories on that to come....
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    Seeing as how you now have access to the RP section, and you're profile states you enjoy RPing, checking out that section and starting a few fo your own is probably a good start. As for being active and talking with people, the IRC might be a good place to start, though it's hit or miss most of the time if anything interesting is happening. Commenting on posts and stuff is a good way to get noticed as well. Lot's of people are willing to talk about things, and it will usually be listed on their profile, although you're going to have ot be the one who initiates the conversations. RPing with people is a good way to get to know them, and a lot of people probably wouldn't mind having a seperate chat about whatever while they're RPing.
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    Eh, sure why not? I haven't drawn girls with animal ears and tail in a while. Story spoilered to save space.
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    I see you haven't made many posts here, so I wouldn't doubt that many people wouldn't "notice you". As far as your art request, I see that it was posted but I don't draw so I can't take it. If you'd like to start a roleplay, you can make a thread in the roleplay recruitment forum. There are many here who also enjoy it and I'm sure with a descriptive enough explanation of what you want in a roleplay, you'll find someone to do one with. Just become more active, post more in general discussion threads. Visit the chat room if you want to.
  27. 1 point
    Here is the 2nd memory I have of Katie wetting her pants. It's also a story that involves my own desperation and wetting. This one happened the summer between 8th and 9th grade. We were both 14 at the time and getting ready to enter high school. At this age, we were both still too young to get a job to occupy our time during the summer, so we both had a lot of free time every single day during the summer. During this particular summer, we had a routine that we copied almost daily. We'd sleep in until mid-morning and then one of us would call the other on the phone and we'd decide whose house we were going to meet at to begin our day of passing our time doing whatever it was we could find to keep ourselves from boredom. Many times we went to the local swimming pool to pass the hours. On this day, it was Katie's turn to meet me at my house. She arrived at around 11am with a tote bag containing her bathing suit and a towel. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a dark purple spaghetti strap tank top. I was also wearing a pair of jean shorts and my top was a navy blue tight t-shirt. On our way to the swimming pool, we always stopped at a small carryout store to get snacks for our walk to the pool. We'd always each get a soda a piece and some potato chips to eat on the way. The walk to the local pool was approximately 30-40 minutes. The majority of the trip was a straight shot along a busy road with heavy traffic. We'd walk along the sidewalk and talk the whole way. By the time we'd get there, our sodas would always be finished. It was summer so it was usually very hot, so we'd need the liquid. Since it took so long to get there and we had nothing else to do anyway, we'd usually spend around 3-4 hours at the pool anytime we'd go. This day was no different. Throughout our time spent there, Katie and I both polished off another 2 sodas a piece because of the heat. Neither one of us moved to visit the restroom until we decided we had enough of the pool and wanted to head back to my place to watch a movie. We packed up our stuff and headed over to the small shelter building at the pool that housed the toilets. By this point, we both had to pee really bad from all the soda we drank over the course of several hours. We always waited until the last moment to visit the toilets because we thought the public restrooms at the pool were gross and neither one of us liked having to use them until it was absolutely necessary. We liked to delay the inevitable you could say. When we got inside the building where the toilets were, we were even more disgusted than normal. There were only two stalls in the building. In one, the stall was incredibly dirty and in the other the toilet was backed up. We looked at each other and briefly weighed our options. Neither one of us wanted to use these toilets in this condition. We decided quickly just to hold it until we got back to my house and assumed everything would work out fine. We did decide though to change out of our bathing suits and put our regular clothes back on. We both put our bathing suits into our tote bags to carry home with us. As we started the long walk back to my house, it became clear to me that walking home with a full bladder and "making it" was going to be a lot harder than I originally anticipated. During the beginning of the trip, Katie and I were both quiet. I think we both were thinking about how badly we had to pee and concentrating on how we'd be able to hold our pee the whole trip home. Unfortunately, our route did not provide any local businesses we could stop into to use their restroom. For the majority of the trip, we were walking on a busy road that had nothing but a field on either side of us. The other part of our trip was almost strictly residential. There wasn't a single public restroom to use until we got back to the carryout that was two blocks from where I lived. In other words, we both knew we were in a bit of troubling predicament. After we were walking a little ways, I said to Katie, " I don't know about you, but I have to pee so bad right now." She looked over at me and said, "Oh my God. Me too. I'm actually a little worried that I won't be able to hold it until we get back to your place." I replied with, "Yeah, I know. I'm worried too." I bit my lower lip and thought hard to myself how incredibly worried I actually was. Right after this, we changed the subject and started talking about other things. A few minutes into our conversation though, I felt a huge spasm in my bladder and I had to stop to cross my legs. Katie stopped when I stopped and looked back at me and said, "Don't do that! Seeing you cross your legs like that is making me have to pee so much worse." At this point, she put her hand in her crotch and gave herself a little squeeze. I told her I couldn't help it and we moved on. At about our half way point home, I felt like I was going to pee my pants any second. I told Katie this and I said to her, "I'm almost peeing myself. There is no way I can hold it the rest of the way." Katie's response was, "I have to pee really bad too, but we have to try. What other choice do we have? There is nowhere else to go and on this busy road there is nowhere we can duck behind without cars seeing us." We kept walking because she was right. There was no other option. A few more minutes later, I had to stop again. I crossed my legs and held my crotch again and this time I bent forward slightly to gain more control. I really felt like I was going to lose it any second. I started breathing fast waiting for the spasm to pass. Eventually it did and I was able to keep walking. Katie seemed annoyed that I kept stopping. She wanted to keep moving. We continued walking yet again and finally I had to pee so bad that I got to the point where I was walking and holding my crotch at the same time. I couldn't remove my hand even for a second or I'd start peeing my pants right away. I remember being extremely embarrassed because we were still walking on the busy road and I knew every passing car was getting a glimpse of me walking with my hand in my crotch and they of course would know that it was because I was on the verge of having a pee accident. I was 14 years old and I was about to pee my pants like a little girl on the side of a busy road. Despite all my effort of trying to hold it the rest of the way, I knew after awhile that it was impossible. I told Katie that I couldn't go on anymore. She looked at me surprised and said, "What are you saying? Lily, what do you mean?" I replied back with a shocked voice standing still with my hand still in my crotch, "Oh my God. It's coming out now ." I quickly sank down on the ground so that no one driving by could see what was happening. I sat down fast and positioned my legs loosely in an Indian style position with my hands on either side of me. I lifted my bottom slightly off the ground and peed forcefully into my pants. I peed for a long time. It just kept gushing out of me because I had to go so bad. I felt both relieved and stupid at the same time. I couldn't believe I'd had an accident at my age. I wanted to cry, but also, I was really excited that this was happening because desperation and pants wetting excited me, however, it was really embarrassing to have this happen out in the middle of public and in front of my friend. The whole time I was peeing, Katie was having a hard time holding on herself. She was standing up straight crossing her legs and grabbing at her crotch intermittently. She walked away suddenly really fast and I called out to her, "Don't leave me here!" She yelled back behind me, "Hearing you pee in your pants just made me start to pee a little. I have to keep moving or I'm going to pee my pants too." I was finally finished and stood up to catch up with Katie. I apologized to her and told her I was sorry, but I couldn't hold it anymore. My jean shorts were drenched all over my bottom and inside my thighs. It was really embarrassing walking along the busy road soaking wet. I pulled my beach towel out of my bag and draped it across my arm hoping people would just think that my shorts were wet from my bathing suit bottoms being in the pool. I was hoping they would think I was wearing my bathing suit under my clothes, even though I wasn't. We began to finish our walk home and somehow Katie managed to hold on. She apparently had a somewhat bigger bladder than me or at least more control of it (more control than she had 2 years ago anyway). I thought she was going to make it the whole way back, but when we got to the carryout we stopped at earlier in the day, Katie looked at me and said, "I'm going to go in and use their restroom. I don't think I can make it back the 2 blocks to your place." I said okay and we walked in (me hoping no one would pay much attention to my peed in shorts). We went into the store, Katie walked up to the register and asked for the key. The clerk gave it to her and we proceeded to walk to the back where the restrooms were. Katie put the key in the lock of the women's restroom door and started to unlock the door. While she was doing this, she was high stepping and scissoring her legs calling out, "Oh. Oh. Oh my God. I'm gonna pee. I'm about to pee myself." She eventually got the door open and I followed her in. For some reason at that age, I always accompanied her in public restrooms. Looking back on it now, it was kind of odd, but I guess at that age, we just were close enough that we didn't mind peeing in front of each other. Plus, in general, girls a lot of times seem to be really open about that sort of thing. The restroom didn't have any stalls. It was just a room with a toilet and a sink. Katie began furiously trying to unbutton her pants as she walked closer to the toilet, but either she had to pee so bad that she couldn't seem to get her hand to connect with the fasten properly or her zipper was stuck because she couldn't seem to get her pants unzipped or down. While watching her try to get her shorts down, I noticed that her crotch was getting dark. There was a wet spot forming around her crotch and starting to grow. Just as a tiny stream began to make its way down her left leg, she hobbled over to the toilet, still fully clothed and with her pants still up, she sat down on the toilet and peed furiously though her jean shorts. While she was peeing through her shorts into the toilet, she started to cry. I think she was crying from both embarrassment and defeat. I could hear both the sound of her pee hiss and gush through her shorts and tinkle into the toilet. When she was done she stood up and just said, "Let's get out of here." She dried her tears with a paper towel and we walked out of the restroom and out of the store as quickly as we could. We were silent during the 2 blocks back to my house. When we finally go there, we both changed and showered and didn't say a word about what happened. Personally, I was very excited and wished Katie would talk about it, but she never mentioned anything about it ever again. ================================================================= Next I plan on sharing more of my own personal desperation/wetting experiences from when I was younger.
  28. 1 point
    Can't tell you what you did wrong, as you haven't given any details whatsoever. The only thing i can tell you is that time and focusing on more productive things other than moping will fix it. If you didn't think anyone cared than you wouldn't have posted it in its own thread, you are seeking answers but you're not sure if you can get any help. Post more information and someone may be able to relate and provide helpful feedback and advice.
  29. 1 point
    (Yes, I realize that this is super late. Shut up.) Chapter 1 "Lemme see, already!" "Be patient, okay? I'm still getting dressed." "Well hurry up!" Molly complained, tired of waiting around in Sarah's cramped living room. The apartment wasn't huge and there was a bit of clutter, but it was still rather cozy and considering that Sarah was working her way towards a psych degree at a pretty high-end college, it was rather impressive. Besides, Molly was in no place to complain about any kind of mess: Her room back home was disorganized chaos, and it was all her parents could do to keep the rest of the house together. Molly wasn't sure if it was miracle or random chance that she had met Sarah, but she was glad for it. Seeing as she was still just a senior in Highschool, barely old enough to buy a lottery ticket, making friends with a twenty three year old who lived in the coolest district in the city was like finding a unicorn. Plus, Sarah was great. She had a great sense of humor, gave Molly rides all the time since Molly's parents wouldn't let her buy a car, and whenever Molly needed some space Sarah was more than willing to let her come by and relax for a while. They'd only known each other for a couple months, but so far they had hit it off. It had been a couple weeks ago when Sarah mentioned the idea of a tandem halloween costume. The way she told Molly, there was a halloween party coming up with a couples contest, and she wanted Molly to come with her. Not as a date, just friends of course, but Sarah had always wanted to go with a matched costume with someone else to a party. Once she promised to make the costumes herself and pay the cost for the tickets, Molly was in. And now, she was sitting in Sarah's living room, still completely in the dark as to what Sarah had in mind. She took a drink of her fizzy grape soda, (Sarah had been admant that Molly wouldn't get alcohol from her until she was twenty one,) Until, finally, Sarah opened the bedroom door and stepped out, arms in the air. "Not bad, right?" She asked, grinning. It took Molly a moment to analyze the costume. The older girl was wearing a pair of denim overalls and a plain tee-shirt, fairly standard (if unstylish) clothes. She was carrying a largish bag, her hair looked totally frazzled, and a bit of makeup was on her face to give her the look of someone who hadn't slept in a week. There was a yellowish stain on her shirt below her left shoulder, and in her hand she held a thin, wide book with a colorful cover. "Uh... I don't get it," she said finally, unsure what she was seeing. "Can I get a hint?" Sarah shook her head. "You've got to guess," she insisted. "But, here... Let's see if it helps to see your costume first." She turned back, grabbing a box that had been sitting on her bed, tossing it to Molly. Opening it curiously, Molly was hit by a barrage of pink. Inside was a lacy dress that was practically glowing pink it was such a vivid shade. Sitting on top of it was a matching bonnet, and tied to a blue ribbon was a largish pacifier that looked like it would gag Molly should she actually try and use it. There were some other bits and pieces to the costume, but what caught Molly's eye was the large, bulky disposable diaper tucked away beneath the dress. "You've got to be kidding me," she said, after a second. "I'm going as a baby?" "And I'm your babysitter!" Sarah giggled, grinning broadly. "Isn't it great?" Molly had to look at Sarah's costume again, but it made sense now. The weird stain was spit-up, that was a diaper bag around her shoulder, that must be a storybook. She considered it for a moment, and then shrugged. "Uh, sure, but what if I need to use the bathroom?" Sarah rolled her eyes. "You use the bathroom. The tapes on that diaper are reusable as long as they don't get wet, I made sure." She sat down next to Molly, clearly excited. Ever the skeptic, though, (And not entirely excited about this choice of costume,) Molly asked, "And what if water gets spilled on me or whatever?" Again, Sarah had a contingency plan. "I bought a pair of plastic pants to go over the diaper. The only way those tapes are getting wet is if you decide to try method acting." She giggled again, and Molly frowned. "I dunno..." She said, skeptically. It was just a costume, but she still would be a bit embarassed to be seen prancing around in a diaper for the first time since she was an infant. Sarah's smile flickered. "C'mon, Molly!" She said, in protest. "The costume would look adorable on you! Besides, I don't have another set of costumes, so if you don't wear it I'll just be the crazy girl with the diaper bag. Please?" Molly sighed. It wasn't ideal, but Sarah had been a pretty great friend in the past, and Molly decided she could handle a slightly embarassing halloween costume for a night if that's what it took. "Fine," Molly conceded after a brief pause. "But if we do this next year we're going as something cooler, okay?" Sarah grinned. "Awesome. This is going to be great!" Sarah picked the diaper up from the box, beaming at her highschool-age friend. "Do you need help getting dressed?" Molly blushed, snatching the diaper from Sarah's hands. "I can handle it myself, thank you very much," she said, not quite willing to let someone else put her in a diaper. Walking to the bathroom, she kicked off her shoes, dropped her pants, and removed her panties before unfolding the diaper. It was thicker than she had originally realized, almost four inches at the crotch, and she realized that once it was taped up it would go to almost her belly button. Molly suspected that Sarah had bought the bulkiest brand she could find to help sell the costume, but either way the result was the same: The diaper was massive. Leaning against the bathroom wall, Molly tried to pull the diaper up between her legs to tape it in place. She lost balance, though, trying to spread her legs enough to get the bulk of the diaper between them, and she slipped down to the floor, landing with an uncomfortable 'thud.' Adding insult to injury, the tapes of the diaper had gotten all stuck together, and try as she might Molly couldn't get them unstuck. Admitting defeat, she pulled her jeans on quickly and peeked out the bathroom door. "I, uh... Kinda screwed it up. Do you have tape or something?" "What is it?" Sarah asked, looking up from the couch. "The tapes got all stuck together when I tried to put on the diaper." She blushed a little in spite of herself, just from talking about it. Sarah rolled her eyes again, getting up. "I have a whole pack," she said, "They only came in bulk, so I've got thirty-five left. Gimme a second." Molly waited in the bathroom doorway for a moment before Sarah returned with another diaper, tossing it to Molly. This time, Molly put the diaper on backwards, and when she tried to just pull it down and put it on facing forwards like you would with underwear, she ripped the elastic. Trying a third time with a third diaper, the tapes got bunched up on themselves. On the fourth try she got it right, though, much to her relief: Sarah had been threatening to come in and do it herself if Molly screwed up again. The rest of the costume required assistance. Molly was able to tug the plastic pants over the diaper and button them in place, but the ridiculously girly dress had a zipper in the back that she couldn't reach, and with the frills on the skirt of the dress getting in the way, she had trouble pulling the white stockings all the way up. Molly didn't need help tying her bonnet in place or pinning the pacifier ribbon to the dress, of course, but at this point Sarah insisted since she had done pretty much the rest of the costume. Finally, buckling on a white pair of Mary Janes, Sarah spun Molly to look in the mirror. The costume was excellent, to say the least. It was obvious what she was supposed to be without being tacky, cute without beeing cheesy. The diaper wasn't actually visible as long as Molly stood still, but there was an obvious bulk beneath the skirt of her bright pink outfit, and if she moved much or walked at all, the material would sway up and reveal the diaper beneath. And, with everything there, Sarah's costume became a lot more obvious too. "As much as I hate to admit it," Molly said finally, inspecting herself in the mirror. "This costume looks pretty great, Sarah." Sarah nodded happily. "Thanks," she said. "Now, the party doesn't start for like two hours, but do you want to- Are you going to get that?" Molly's phone had started buzzing in her jeans, which were lying on the floor. Looking down, Molly nodded and bent to pick up the phone, her diaper crinkling loudly as she did. She saw the caller ID, and looked up at Sarah. "It's Mike," She said, annoyed. Mike was a mutual friend of theirs, (In fact, the one who had introduced them,) but also Molly's boss at a greasy diner nearby. Molly had asked Halloween off, of course, but he was notorious for calling people in anyways. Molly answered the phone, saying, "Yeah, Mike?" "Molly!" He exclaimed. "I'm glad I got through, look, I- Order for table six! Yeah, anyways, Pete just threw up out back and I need someone to come replace him. Can you come in to wait tables for, like, three hours?" Molly scowled. "Mike, you know I asked off for-" "For Halloween, I know. I hate to ask it, but you're the only person answering their phone and we're swamped down here. Please? It's just until the dinner shift starts, then you're cut." Molly could hear the clammer of a busy kitchen in the background as Mike was no doubt scurrying about to keep things running. "I just got dressed up for a halloween party, Mike," Molly complained. "Are you wearing anything inappropriate?" "If I were, I wouldn't tell you." "Will it keep you from serving tables?" "I guess not." "Then wear the costume. Our cashier's already dressed up like a vampire, you'll just be in the spirit of things." "Mike, I never said I can make it." "Can you?" "I guess..." "You're an angel. Gotta go!" Molly hung up, glowering at the phone, and Sarah picked up where the phone conversation had left off. "Need a ride to work?" She asked, sounding a little disappointed. "Yeah..." Molly said, "But it's only for a few hours, and then we can still make the party. Sorry, but-" "Mike's an asshole, I know. It's no problem, I'll just watch a movie or something and pick you up afterwards, okay?" Molly nodded, grabbing her purse from the table. "Sounds good." Chapter 2 Molly was dropped off on the sidewalk right in front of the diner, leaving her to waddle inside. She hadn't quite got the hang of walking with the bulk between her legs, giving her a toddler-ish gait that accompanied her costume quite well. She got a few looks, but since half the people at the diner were in costume as well, it wasn't that bad. Running to the back to find Mike and clock in, she caught him working the grill with the radio turned all the way up. "Mike," she said, but he didn't answer, focused on calling out an order while getting three more ready to go. "Mike!" Once again, no answer. "MIKE!" She was practically screaming at this point to get his attention, and he finally looked up and noticed Molly. A second went by as he stared at her, processing the costume, and then he burst out laughing. Molly punched him. "Jeez, Molly, you know there are labor laws for hiring minors right? I don't wanna go to jail!" He teased. She rolled her eyes in response, trying to decide if she should punch him again. "You're the one who called me in last second, so shut up unless you want me to turn right around and walk back out," Molly replied, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. Mike smirked as he dished up a burger onto a plate and said, "Aw, now, don't throw a tantrum. Do you need a change?" Then, projecting to the front of house he called, "Order up!" "Gimme that," Molly shot, grabbing the plate and checking the table number before running it out. They didn't run things by section, the diner wasn't big enough for that (Especially when there were only two waitresses running the entire floor,) so they just pooled them and split things evenly by the hour. Annoyed as she was, Molly had to admit that working a three-hour chunk out of one of the busiest nights of the year was going to be pretty lucrative. Finding her customer, she hurried out to him, skirt flapping as she hurried and doing an excellent job of concealing nothing. Finding the right table, she dropped the food off for the couple both dressed as zombies. "Nice costume," the guy said, eying her up and down. "Make it yourself?" "Friend of mine," Molly replied. "But thanks. Can I get you anything else?" "No, thanks." And so the night went. For the next couple hours, things were a blur of pleasentries, orders, greasy food on cheap plates, and learning to walk without looking like she was more used to crawling. A few people giggled, a handful even made teasing remarks, but most people just exchanged the usual halloween pleasentries and they went on their way. It was about an hour before her shift was up that she started experiencing a problem. The other waitress, Nancy, had just clocked out and left the floor just to Molly for around half an hour before the next waitress came to clock in. It was bad form, but she had been a last minute replacement as well and had to leave to pick up her son from a halloween party. This would normally have been a bit hectic but not much of an issue, except one problem: Molly had to pee. She had needed to go for the past hour or so, but since they were in a rush she hadn't paused to run to the bathroom, figuring that she could hold it until there was a lull. That lull had never come, though, and now her bladder was full to bursting and it was an act of willpower to keep from holding herself and sprinting to the bathroom. "Mike, can you handle things for a second?" She asked, returning to the back to pick up another order. "I gotta take a leak." "No can do, baby," Mike said, grinning at his own wordplay. "I'm the only one back here. Look, Carol shows up in like twenty minutes, you're just gonna have to hold it." Molly pouted and gave Mike a pleading look. "C'mon, I really gotta go." "Sorry," Mike said again. "But seriously, twenty minutes and you're good." Molly gave him one last look, but knew that arguing wouldn't get her anywhere. She grabbed the next couple of plates, running them out to the next table. If anything, ironically, the diaper made it harder to stay dry. Normally in a situation like this she'd be holding her legs together and taking short steps to try and relieve some pressure, but with the bulk between her legs she was forced to take big, awkward steps with her legs spread apart, making the ordeal that much more frustrating. She was getting pretty desparate, but refused to even consider actually using the diaper. It was a halloween costume, for one, and she'd never live it down if anyone found out. Still, as the seconds creeped by, she grew more and more desperate. She had started to shift her weight from foot to foot first, and soon that turned into a potty dance whenever she was at the back of house, away from the prying eyes of customers. Fifteen minutes in, she had stopped caring about the customers, too desperate to keep her diaper dry to care about looking silly. She hoped they would just think it was a joke, part of the costume, but by then she really didn't care. She was bursting to go, and by the time Carol showed up and clocked in she had started to dribble in the diaper, a small wet patch invisible to the outside but embarassing nonetheless. "Carol, thank god," Molly said, seeing her walk in. Without waiting for a reply, she handed her a basket of fries, pointed, and said, "Table six, I have to pee." Then she practically sprinted to the bathroom, finally free to go. Slamming the door shut behind her, she slid the lock and turned to the toilet as though it were a million dollars. Hopping from foot to foot, she bunched up her skirt, reaching for the buckles on the plastic pants. Being this close to a toilet somehow made her desperation worse, but she knew she had made it. Just a couple seconds, and she'd be ready to go. Yanking on the buckle, though... It didn't open. Her eyes went wide as she tried to tug the snap open, but for whatever reason it was stuck. She vaguely remembered Sarah saying something about there being a trick to it as she got into costume, but since Sarah had been the one to actually snap the plastic pants in place, Molly couldn't remember what it was. She yanked again, but all that accomplished was to stretch the plastic a bit, and the material snapped back into place as soon as she let go. Molly panicked, then, trying to figure out how to get the damned snaps off. She didn't figure it out fast enough. Standing right next to the toilet, her bladder gave way and she flooded the diaper, completely losing control. She was too shocked to move, then, as she felt the hot pee fill the diaper, the absorbant material swelling slightly, getting heavy and sagging a bit between her legs. She just stared down, not really able to see the diaper too well beneath the skirt, but she could feel it and knew what was happening all the same. It took more than a minute before she was done, but thanks in part to the plastic pants the diaper didn't leak. Even so, it had swollen in size, making the bulk between her legs that much more obvious, and even with the support from the plastic pants the diaper was sagging between her legs, feeling warm and damp and uncomfortable. Looking in the mirror, she saw that the white material had turned a bright yellow, and though the diaper already didn't smell great, there was a sharp and distinct smell of urine in the air. She reached down with her hand, tugging at the waistband, just above where the tapes would be. The latch on the plastic pants popped open neatly, and they fell to the floor. Perfect. She was about to yank of the diaper and figure out a way to throw it away without Mike finding it later when he took out the garbage, when she had a thought. If she took it off now, Sarah would definitely notice. Heck, half the cafe had seen her prancing around in it not five minutes ago, obviously needing a bathroom. If she came out now without a diaper to be seen around her waist, it'd pretty much be a confession as to what had happened. The other option was to leave it on, keep her skirt tugged down as far as possible, and hope nobody noticed until Sarah picked her up. Then, with a little luck, she could get Sarah to stop at her apartment and sneak a new diaper on before they went to the party. It wasn't a plan she liked, but it would have to work. Bending over to pick up the plastic pants and hearing the now familiar crinkle accompanied by a sloppy wet noise, she blushed and tugged the plastic material up, snapping it in place over the swollen diaper, feeling the soaked padding squish against her skin as she tried to tug the diaper up as much as possible, to conceal it. Bracing herself, then, she checked the mirror. It was still pretty obvious, but she hoped that was only because she was looking for it. After all, who in the diner would be staring at the ass of an attractive girl in her late teens while she waddled around in a revealing skirt? Shit. Chapter 3 Molly was standing on the curbside, waiting for Sarah to show up. The last half an hour of work hadn't been as bad as she had thought: If anyone noticed, nobody had said anything, or else they assumed it was just a part of the costume and not an *actual* wet diaper. Either way, mortified as she was, Molly had gotten through it. The smell of greasy food had done a good job covering the odor of stale urine, and her skirt had stayed tugged down as much as she could manage, so all in all she was optimistic about how things had gone. Even so, she couldn't wait to get out of the diaper. She had tried sitting on the curb to wait, but when she did, the soaked diaper had squished and nearly started to leak when she sat. She was grateful for the plastic pants, then, even though it was because of them that she was in this mess in the first place. Plus, the only way to really sit comfortably left the skirt particularly vulnerable to being blown up by passing cars, exposing her sodden diaper to the world. So, she was standing. Sarah pulled up before Molly could glower about her situation too much, though. She got in the passenger seat quickly, before Sarah would notice anything, and sat down as gingerly as she could without looking conspicious. "How was work?" Sarah asked, putting her convertible into drive. "Fine, I guess," Molly said, shrugging. "Hey, can we stop by your place on the way? I have to pee pretty bad and I didn't get a chance to at the resteraunt." Not the best excuse, but it was suitable enough. "Actually, the party's closer anyways," Sarah replied, "So it'd be faster to head right there." Molly tried not to let her disappointment show. If she asked to go to Sarah's apartment for some other reason, it'd be pretty obvious she was trying to pull a ruse, but if she didn't go there then she'd be stuck in the diaper all night. She just had to think, something clever, something that wouldn't be obvious, surely she could come up with a plan... Five minutes later, they were at the party, and Molly's undergarments were still soaked and bulky. "This is gonna be great!" The party, as it turned out, was in a house in a little neighborhood just near the city. It was a pretty nice neighborhood to be located so close to the close to downtown, and Molly felt a little out of place, but Sarah seemed pretty confident and so Molly followed in her footsteps. Inside, it was pretty standard party fare. About twenty people were there so far, with all kinds of costumes. There were your usual outfits, a pair of vampires, a few zombies, four different guys dressed as The Joker, and then some different ones: Yin and Yang, (A white and a black jumpsuit, with contrasting dots sewed to the center,) Teddy Roosevelt and a teddy bear, even one couple dressed up as ninja pirates. The music was playing loud, the people were dancing hard, and there was a plethora of food and a keg of beer in the living room. "You want to go grab some drinks while I go say hi to the host?" Sarah asked, talking loud over the sound of the music. Molly grinned, nodding. "I'll see you in a second!" She yelled back, stepping over to the living room. In spite of the soaking diaper situation, she was still optimistic about the night. Hopefully after a few drinks, Sarah wouldn't be in any condition to be noticing the color of one's diaper, and with dance lights being the only thing illuminating most of the house, visibility would be on Molly's side. Grabbing two red cups from the table, she filled them both up with cheap beer and turned with a mild crinkle to find Sarah. "Nice costume," said someone, a female voice. "Huh?" Molly turned around to see who it was. Some couple dressed as Mario and Peach, apparently. "I said I like your costume!" The girl, dressed as Mario, said loudly. "It's really great! Who're you with?" "Sarah!" Molly said back, looking around until she saw Sarah, then pointing. "Guess what she's going as!" The couple looked over, then the guy dressed as Princess Peach looked back at Molly and looked her up and down, smirking. "Babysitter?" He guessed. Molly nodded. The girl dressed as Mario looked at Molly's costume again, lingering a bit around her waistline. "So you're Sarah's date then?" She asked, an amused expression on her face. Molly almost had to laugh. "Not her date, just a friend! You know her?" "We were in the same history class a couple years ago!" She said. She exchanged a look with her boyfriend, which left Molly a bit confused. The guy interjected. "We're gonna go say hi to some of our friends, but it's nice to meet you..." "Molly!" Molly filled in. "Nice to meet you, Molly! Good luck!" The two of them turned away, chuckling at a joke that Molly wasn't privy to. Deciding to puzzle it out later, she turned to head back to Sarah, who was now standing by the front window, reaching her after navigating a few dancing partygoers. "Woo!" She cheered once she reached her 'Babysitter', holding up the beers like a pair of trophies. "I think this is gonna be awesome!" Sarah took one look at Molly as she accepted the drink, and then reached out and took the second beer from Molly's other hand. "Hey!" Molly protested. "You're eighteen, Molly, not gonna happen. Here," Sarah reached down, setting down both beers on the window sill and digging through the diaper bag she wore around her shoulder. "Oh, come on! It's not like you're actually buying me the beer!" Molly complained, idly curious as to what Sarah was looking for in her bag. "What's the big deal?" "The big deal is that I brought you here, so you're my responsibility!" Sarah shouted back. "I'm not getting you arrested, Molly!" "What are you, my mother?" "No, I'm your babysitter!" Molly was amused enough by that not to retort again, instead just smiling at the humor. Finally, Sarah found what she was looking for, pulling out two baby bottles. One was filled with a dark brown liquid, another bright pink. "I wasn't sure what you'd want. Coke, or a Shirley Temple?" Now Molly laughed. "You really did think of everything, didn't you?" She asked Sarah, reaching for the coke. Sarah grinned back. "What kind of sitter would I be if I made you go thirsty?" They both giggled. Molly tried unscrewing the cap, Sarah reached over and stopped her. Rolling her eyes, Molly instead put the bottle to her lips and drank it the old fashioned way. She felt a bit silly, sitting there suckling on an oversized baby bottle, but she hadn't gotten a chance to drink anything at work, so she was pretty thirsty. After sucking for a few seconds, though, she pulled the bottle away. "Eh, Sarah? This tastes weird," she said. "Oh," Sarah said. "Yeah, I got the off-brand stuff, sorry. I was in a hurry, I just got whatever they had at the gas station." Molly nodded. She wished she could just finish the drink in one gulp, but the rubber nipple served to hinder that, and she ended up taking a couple minutes to finish it, between chit-chat with Sarah. Once her drink was done, though, Sarah eagerly took Molly's hand and pulling her towards the open floor, where dancing was allegedly supposed to happen. "Come on!" She encouraged, even as Molly shook her head. "I'm terrible at dancing! Besides, I'll probably trip over my own feet with this diaper making things awkward." "That's no excuse!" Sarah called back. "Just one song, okay?" As she said it, the current song faded out and, of course, Micheal Jackson's 'Thriller' kicked in. Molly gave in, having wanted to dance a little bit anyways. "Fine, but just one song!" She called back. As it happened, she actually knew this dance pretty well. Most of it was a pretty easy dance, sure, but that still meant she was better off than she would have been with almost any other song. It was more fun that she had expected, too. Even with the diaper squishing between her legs every time she moved and with her skirt flapping up when she stepped too fast, she doubted anyone would notice. She was having a great time. Then, about halfway through the song, (When the voiceover narration was kicking back in,) just as she was stomping the floor, she suddenly felt a huge cramp in her gut. It came out of nowhere: One moment she didn't have to go at all, the next she felt like she was about to explode. Panicking, she started to run from the dance floor to find a bathroom somewhere, but Sarah grabbed her hand and twirled her around, catching Molly before she could go anywhere. "Hey there," Sarah said with a grin, pulling Molly close. "You're not going anywhere until the song is over!" Molly's eyes went wide. "Sarah, I have to use the bathroom!" She shouted back, but Sarah barely seemed to be listening, still dancing, and not letting go of Molly's hands. In fact, she was tugging on Molly, forcing her to keep step at least a little bit, which agitated the sudden pressure that was building in her bowels. "That's the lamest excuse ever!" Sarah shouted back. "C'mon, if you had to go that bad you would've gone already! You can wait four minutes!" Molly started to shake her head, when another cramp hit her, harder than before. She nearly doubled over, straining to keep from losing control right there. Wetting the diaper was one thing, and even that was humiliating. If she actually used the diaper for this, well... Among other problems, there'd be no hiding it from Sarah. She tried to jerk her arm away again, but Sarah held tight. "Let me go!" Molly shouted. "Not a chance!" Sarah shouted back. "Please? I promise after this, I'll dance, like, six songs with you, just let me go!" Molly pleaded. Sarah sighed. "Fine!" She said, letting go. "But I'm going to hold you to that!" Molly nodded, barely taking time to reply before turning to sprint. "Thank you! I, uh, just... gotta go!" She stumbled away, almost falling when another cramp hit her. She couldn't believe this had happened so fast, completely out of the blue, but there was no denying it. Damn the diaper, damn the costume, damn everything: She had to find a bathroom, fast. Bumping through partygoers, she checked around the kitchen, but found that while there was a bathroom, there was a line six people long. No good. Turning, she ran back, through the living room and up the stairs. Surely there had to be another bathroom available... Yes! Feeling a rush of relief, she ran in, slamming the door without hesitation, spinning around, and slipping on an old washcloth someone had left on the floor. On a normal day, it would have been nothing. She would have just landed on her other foot, or perhaps caught herself with a hand, but today was not a normal day. Instead, with her legs splayed awkwardly from the bulk of the soggy diaper and her thoughts too focused on finding a toilet to be considering much else, she just fell. Hard. She landed with a thud, and for the second time in as many hours she was using her diaper within a couple feet of a toilet. It all came out in a rush. One moment, the material was merely wet, the next moment, a load of sticky, smelly mush was filling the seat of the diaper. Even when she tried to stop she couldn't, and within seconds she was empty, the diaper now swollen further, and with a plainly visible brown lump formed on her diaper. Too stunned to do much, Molly just got to her feet. Now more than ever, her legs were spread awkwardly apart, with the extra mass from the mess in her diaper adding a little bulk. Mostly, though, she just kept her legs spread apart on purpose because when she started to close them, the mess squished up between her thighs, making it that much worse. She heard a knock on the door, and only then realized she hadn't locked it. Spinning again and nearly falling on her ass, she saw who it was: Sarah. Even if the room hadn't stunk of a dirty diaper, even if her diaper hadn't been sagging well below the bottom of her skirt due to the extra weight, Molly's expression said everything. Nearly at tears, she stammered, "I- I... I h-had an accident..." She didn't know what else to say. Instead of a response, though, Sarah just reached forward, pulling Molly into a hug, closing the door behind her. She held Molly, patting her back to calm the highschool-aged girl in the dirty diaper, waiting several moments before she quietly said, "Molly, it's okay. Shh... Molly, calm down." There was a pause, and Molly sniffled. "Molly... Did you really think I didn't notice your accident the moment I picked you up from work?" It took a second for her words to register, and then Molly froze. Her back stiffened, and she started to pull away, but Sarah held her tight. "Let me go," Molly said. "Not a chance," Sarah replied. "Unless you want everyone you know to find out about this, and for your parents to find out about your getting drunk at this party." Molly really didn't know what to say now, except, "B-but... I didn't drink. You wouldn't let me." Sarah smiled, now more sinister than happy. "Ah, but the photos of you with a couple of beers would imply otherwise, wouldn't they?" Molly's eyes went wide in shock, almost terror. If her parents found out about this, they'd probably ground her until she turned twenty one, even without hearing of the dirty diaper currently taped around her waist. Knowing that she had her, Sarah continued. "Now here is what's going to happen..." She leaned in close now, almost whispering. "You're going to take your smelly butt back down stairs, have a couple more drinks, and see about those half-dozen songs you promised me. Then, after we win the costume contest, I'll drive you to my place and get you changed into a nice, clean diaper. And if you raise a fuss, I won't hesitate to pull you over my knee and give you a spanking, downstairs, at my place, on the way home, dirty diaper or no. Am I clear?" Getting no response, she finally let go of Molly. "That's a good girl. Happy halloween."
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    Time for another memory! This story I'm about to recall happened during my 7th grade year (I was 12 years old). Like in the previous story, this one also happened to a very close female friend of mine. The following story involves a friend I had from around the 4th grade until we went off to college. This friend was the same age and in the same grade as me. Her name was Katie. At the time, she had long auburn hair that she would always wear down and it reached the middle of her back. She had blue eyes, and was slender and athletically built (We were in dance classes together). Like in my previous story, it was another Fall day. I believe it was around the middle of October. I remember it was towards the beginning of the school year, but cold enough that we were wearing sweaters. Katie was part of my close group of friends at school. There were about 5-6 of us that hung out with each other at school (ate lunch together, met on breaks, etc.), but Katie was the only one of them who lived near enough to me so that we could walk home from school together. All of my other school friends lived in different neighborhoods and therefore, rode different school buses home. The school we went to was geared toward the arts and was not a local neighborhood school. Katie and I shared some classes during our 7th grade year, but we did not have last period together nor the period before. Everyday in junior high that I can remember, I would meet Katie at her locker after last period and we would walk together to find our bus, sit together on the bus, and then walk home together for company. On the day of this memory, I grabbed my books from my locker and hurried over to meet Katie at her own locker. I was always done at my locker before her and I would always find Katie meticulously putting her away her books and things when I got to her locker to meet her. Katie was a very organized person and she was also always one to follow all the rules expected of her. She was the kind of person that color coordinated her notes and actually used day planners, whereas, I would buy a day planner with the intention of using it, but instead, it would be found shoved under my bed at the end of the school year with only half of September filled in. I think part of the reason I was so attracted to Katie as a friend was because she was so organized and put together. Her maturity and level headedness kept me in check. I also think this personality is one of the reasons I find this particular memory so appealing. She was the good and mature girl who one day didn't plan so well and I got to see her lose control for once. Plus, there is just something so exciting about seeing the classic "good girl" pee their pants. With all that being said, when I met Katie at her locker that day, as she was finishing putting her things away and closing her locker, she stopped and paused for a second. She looked like she was about to say something, but she didn't. I didn't think much of it myself because I was in the middle of telling her about my day. Looking back, I'm sure I was prattling on about some insignificant junior high school drama that at the time meant the world to me, but would be stupid to hear myself being concerned about now. Right after her brief pause near her locker, Katie and I started making our way toward the exit door to the school building, when all of a sudden she interrupted my talking and said, "Hey, Lily I'm going to run to the restroom really quickly before we get on the bus. I think we still have a few minutes." I replied with, "Okay. I will meet you on the bus. " Katie turned her body toward the direction of the school restrooms and then stopped short and said, "You know what? Never mind. I can wait until I get home. There is always a long line and I don't feel like rushing to get on the bus and worrying that I will take too long and that it will leave me. I'll be fine." I said to her, "Are you sure you will be okay?" Katie's response was, "Yeah. I'll be fine. It's just that I have to pee really bad, but yeah... I'll be completely fine. I can hold it." I said okay and we continued our walk out of the building and onto the school bus. About two minutes into our bus ride home, while talking to Katie again about my day, I noticed every 15 seconds or so, she would squeeze her thighs together really tightly for a bit. She did this while listening to me talk on and on. Now on that day, she was wearing a pair of lighter blue jeans that were tight until they flared out at the bottom (this was in 1997 during the height of the 70s fashion revival) and a tighter baby blue sweater. Because her jeans were tighter up by her thigh area, it was really easy to tell when she was squeezing her thighs together. I knew she had to pee and I remember thinking in my head that she keeps doing this because of how bad she has to pee. I also remember feeling really excited and intrigued by her doing this because by this point in my life, I knew that seeing a girl desperate was something I really enjoyed to watch. The bus ride from our school to our bus stop was about a half hour long altogether. Even though I was excited at the prospect of possibly seeing Katie have an accident, I figured she would make it. Girls our age weren't known to pee their pants anymore. However, after about 10 minutes into our ride, Katie leaned forward a bit in her seat with both feet on the ground, but her knees pressed into the seat in front of us, turned to me and said in a loud whisper, "Oh my God. I have to pee so bad right now. All of a sudden I need to pee a million times worse than I did before we got on the bus." I asked her if she was going to be alright and she said she didn't know, but that she probably would be fine. She then told me that the reason she had to go so badly was because she drank a big soda at lunch and then another one during her last period. She said for some reason, she was thirstier than usual that afternoon. Not too long after this confession of how bad her need was becoming, Katie whimpered loudly, put both her hands flat on the seat on either side of her, raised herself a bit off the seat, and shuffled her legs up and down. She looked at me again and said, "I feel like I'm going to pee my pants any minute." I looked back at her sympathetically and said, "No, you're not. You will be fine. We're almost to the bus stop and as soon as we start walking, it will be easier for you to hold it." Katie didn't say anything back to me. She just looked at me with a worried expression, then turned her head to face front and continued to press her thighs together off and on and periodically rock sideways back and forth rather quickly on the seat. She would still whimper here and there. When the bus finally got to our stop, Katie stood up quickly and put her backpack on her back. As she started to move out of the seat, I looked back at her and saw her grab her crotch before leaving the seat and give it a tight squeeze. She didn't hold too long though. I'm sure she didn't want any of our classmates seeing her hold her crotch while walking off the bus. I got off the bus first and then Katie followed. I waited for her to get moving. She stood still until the bus left and then Katie took a few steps forward, stopped, crossed her legs really tightly and grabbed her crotch again as tight as she could. She looked at me and said, "Let's go. I have to get home NOW before I have an accident." We started walking the quarter of a mile to where our houses were located (we lived a block from each other). Katie was walking really fast, but in small quick steps. We walked maybe half a block when she stopped again to grab her crotch. She looked over at me while keeping her hand in her crotch and said, "I have to find a place to pee out here. I'm seriously almost peeing my pants right now! Maybe I can find a bush to pee behind or something." I looked at her and said, "You can't pee out in public. It's illegal. What if someone sees you? Come on. Let's just get to your house and then you can go." Lily looked at me and replied while sounding like she was going to burst into tears, "My pee is about to come out. I can't hold it. I have to go too bad." Right after making this statement, she dipped down with her legs crossed, stepped back and forth and side to side and let out a moan. "I have to pee. Oh my God, I have to go peeeeeee," she said. I ignored her comments. Partly, I did this because I was feeling bad for her and partly because I wanted her to keep walking because I secretly hoped she wouldn't be able to hold it until we got home and I wanted to see her lose control and pee her pants. I started to walk ahead without her, but she managed to gain her composure because soon after I started walking, she started to follow me. After awhile, we got to a part in our walk where we had to stop and wait for cars to pass to cross the street. I stopped at the curb and slowly looked both ways trying to bide some time. There was a car coming, but it wasn't all that close, but I made like I was going to stop anyway and wait for it to pass, but Katie breezed right past me without stopping, walking into and across the street. I yelled after her, "Hey! Don't walk ahead of me!" She yelled back at me in a panicky upset voice, "If I stop at all, I'm going to pee in my pants for sure! I have to keep moving to hold it." I ran to catch up with her before the approaching car got too close. Eventually, we were about a block away from her house (my house was further). Right as we needed to turn the corner to walk the final block to her house, Katie stopped abruptly, hobbled over to a stone ledge surrounding someone's house nearby, sat down hard on the their ledge and rocked back and forth quickly and held her crotch with all her might. A first, she held her crotch with her right hand and then she switched and held it with her left hand. She did not stop rocking the entire time she was holding. All the while she was moaning and sighing and sounding like she was going to cry from desperation. She looked up at me finally and said, "I can't walk anymore. If I walk more, I'll pee." I didn't know what to say or do for her at first so I let her rock and hold herself for awhile while I stood there waiting nearby where she sat. She still hadn't gotten up off the ledge or peed her pants after about a minute or so, and because I was getting anxious after awhile, I said to her, "Come on. Let's just walk the rest of the way to your house. If you stay here, you are going to pee your pants without a doubt, but If you try to make it home, you have a chance of making it to the bathroom in time." The whole reason I said this was because I was hoping that she would actually pee her pants during that final block and was worried that all that rocking and holding would actually help her be able to hold it longer. Katie looked at me and reluctantly said, "You're right. Okay, let's walk again." As soon as she got up from that stone ledge, she did a mixture of walking/running the last block to her house with me closely following her. About three fourths of the way there, she stopped again, crossed her legs and sucked in air really fast. She stayed still for a bit and I asked her if she'd peed her pants and she said no, but it was close. After another short distance of hurrying, we were finally on Katie's porch. As soon as we got on her porch, Katie threw her backpack down on the ground and furiously started digging around for her house key (her parents were still at work). She got down on her knees and looked through her bag frantically, all the time rocking and holding her crotch intermittenly. She couldn't seem to find her keys though she rummaged like her life depended on it. Frustrated, she dumped all the contents of her backpack onto the porch ground. The contents spewed out and sat there in a big pile. She looked through the pile and found her key, stood up, walked toward the front door, stopped and crossed her legs again. She stayed that way for a few seconds, put her key in the lock and opened her door. I waited for her to go in, but she didn't go in. I wondered why at first she wasn't moving and then I realized too soon the reason. She was starting to pee her pants. I was behind her and saw a small trickle run down the back of her leg (her legs were still crossed and she was squeezing them together). She started calling out, "Oh my God. Oh my God. It's coming out. My pee is coming out. I'm going in my pants. I'm peeing my pants and I can't stop it." She shoved her hand harder in her crotch and crossed her legs hopelessly trying to stop it anyway, but she was obviously past the point of no return. Instead all she was doing was peeing on her hand. She gave up, walked maybe 2 feet to the side of her, squatted down and peed through her jeans onto the porch. As she was peeing, she looked down at her growing puddle and watched as warm pee poured out of her and the puddle got bigger and bigger. Just like before when my friend Charlotte peed her pants, you could hear it hissing through her jeans and hitting the porch. Finally she was done peeing. Katie stood up, stepped away from her puddle and examined her soaked jeans. Her jeans were wet down the inside of her thighs and all over her crotch area. She was bright red and very embarrassed. She looked at me and told me not to tell anyone that she peed her pants and I promised I wouldn't. She seemed shocked and like she wanted to cry, but she didn't cry. She told me that once her pee started to come out, she was afraid to run inside and try to make it to the bathroom because she didn't want to pee all over the carpet. She was worried her parents would get mad. Afterward, she went into her house and changed while I stayed downstairs and watched TV. I'm not sure if her parents ever noticed the puddle on the porch when they got home and/or asked her about it. ========================================================================== That's it for now. I have another story involving Katie that happened about 2 years later, if you're interested....
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    Here you go, only the missable ones: 4: The first time you take control of Admiral, talk to Shizuku before leaving. 6: When you take control of Fairy in the ice area, talk to Shizuku before leaving. 7: As Shizuku, get hit by a sea urchin at least once (first available in the ice area). 10: In the second screen of the fortress area, take the left path and check the locked gate at the end. 11: As Shizuku, get hit by spike traps at least once (first available in the fortress area). 13: As Hideri, stay underwater until you're almost out of time. 14&15: During the puzzle with both Shizuku and Hideri, let both of them almost run out of time. 21: In the lava area, as Fairy, stay over lava until you almost run out of health. 22: During the battle as Fairy, try to hit the enemy just as she finishes casting. (I'm not really sure about the conditions for this one, but it didn't seem to trigger when I fought her without getting hit, so just screw around in that fight until you see the camera flash effect). 23: During the final battle, Have Shizuku use a breathshroom while almost out of time 24: During the final battle, let Shizuku get dragged underwater from the surface. 25: During the final battle, let Shizuku get caught while underwater.
  32. 0 points
    This is a bit random, but whatever. On my way home today, it was pouring with rain and I needed to pee. So, seeing as it was a deserted street and I was already soaked to the skin, I just got out my dick and peed while still walking down the street. I can't believe I did that, would never have tried it a year ago, but it felt SO GOOD.
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    i just started playing smash (well, i don't have it i have the demo. i'm probs gonna buy it today but my 3DS is at school because it got confiscated. long story.) and is it just me or do any of you guys want the characters to wet themselves while they're fighting? for me its the villager like the default one uuuuuu so yeah tell me yours! I'm curious!
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    She just posted on fetlife offering to do skype sessions of anything pee related. She's pretty hot so I thought I'd share with you guys! https://fetlife.com/users/3282008