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  1. So I love writing, and I love Omo, but I've never tried writing Omo before. So, I figured, why not start with a short story about a game I frigging love, and see how people like it? If it turns out people like this, I do have some ideas for future installments. Let me know what you guys think. Warning: Messing, and it is described in good detail. If this story turns out popular, and people would prefer it without messing, future installments may or may not have it. Also fear wetting/messing. No one gets seriously injured or dies, but they do get pretty scared. Anyway, hope you like it. ---------------------------------------------------------- Widowmaker stood perched on a secluded rooftop, overlooking a narrow street below. King's Row at night was mercifully dark, and even her rather conspicuous costume was difficult to see to any observer. She felt something inside her... Happiness. Nostalgia. Even as dead as these emotions were to her, they were still there, and yes, she was happy to return to the site of one of her finest kills. Something else stirred within her, however: a rather pressing need for the restroom. Snipers are required to perch for long hours, without distraction. Even looking away for a couple of minutes could allow your target to escape. Mercifully, her ability to feel shame was even more muted than her ability to feel joy. She'd encountered this problem many times before, and would encounter it again. She spread her legs slightly, and prepared to solve the dilemma the same way she always had. With minimal resistance, her quite full bladder emptied. A faint hsssssssss could be heard, and she felt the golden liquid warmth pouring down her suit. Perhaps for this reason, her suit was made of a material that did not show the wetness, but she still could feel the warm, wet streaks coursing down her thighs, depositing into a surprisingly large puddle at her feet. The heat was nice, in the cold of King's Row. Her focus returned to the task at hand, for she had to keep a lookout for her target. With her bodily needs satisfied for the moment, she was able to pay much closer attention to the streets her prey would eventually walk down. "For the moment" was a rather key phrase, however, for her bathroom needs soon caught up with her again. This time, however, it would be a slightly... messier expulsion. She gave a slight sigh of annoyance. Like wetting herself, it was not her first time, and it would likely not be the last. It was just... much less convenient. And the smell. It revived her emotion of shame much the same as trips to King's Row rekindled her happiness. Making sure to keep her rifle up, the scope hovering over one eye, just in case her quarry happened by during, she bent her knees a small amount. Giving a small grunt, she forced her mess out. It pushed against the soft cloth of her panties, stopping when it met the resistance of her rubbery suit. Giving a bit more forceful of a push, her waste rocketed out of her with a wet squelch sound. The logs compounded somewhat, forming a lumpy, softball-sized bulge between the buttcheeks her suit so proudly outlined. The wet, sticky warmth covered her backside. The smell drifted upwards, ultimately meeting with her nose. It almost made her cringe a bit. Of all the things to remind her of her humanity, why did it have to be this? An energetic, electronic sound emanated alongside a pink light from behind her. Sombra. Of all the people... "Woah-ho, there, spider. Eat a little too much before the mission?", Sombra said, fanning the air in front of her nose. Widowmaker always did find Sombra and her taunting to be insufferable, but she was too valuable to Talon to give up. "I had to go, Sombra. It is better that my suit be ruined than the mission", Of course, logic wouldn't be enough to make the obnoxious little hacker shut up. "Besides, I still remember that time you went out drinking with that cowboy and came home with some sodden pants of your own". "Alright, alright. Point taken", Sombra said, a slight blush coloring her normally composed and calculating face. "Ooh! Is that her?!", Sombra said in a hushed whisper, "I'll cloak and get close to her". Widowmaker peered through her scope, down the street. Sure enough, there was the target. Angela Ziegler, she thought, Mercy. She didn't know why Talon wanted her dead, and she didn't care. A job was a job, end of discussion. She took aim, and carefully put her finger on the trigger... ---------------------------------------------------------- Mercy had been invited to some conference to showcase her advanced equipment and medical knowledge. Winston had organized some sort of event, hoping to show the good Overwatch had done, and was hoping that displaying some of their more advanced and more good-natured technology would be able to change some hearts and minds. Mercy had eagerly agreed. As such, she walked down the streets in her full armor, hoping to show it off. A sudden sound, like footsteps on the cobblestone roads suddenly echoed from a nearby alleyway. The streets were totally deserted except for her, so the noise made her a little uneasy. A sudden series of more rapid footsteps sounded off much closer, and she turned quickly in alarm. That proved to be life-saving, as a powerful bullet suddenly split the air where her head had been a second before. In a sudden panic, she threw both hands over her head, and hurrid into a nearby buidling whose door was open. She put her back to the wall, breathing very rapidly. Her hair hung down in her face, and sweat droplets began to form. And a strange, hot, wetness flowed down her legs. What was that? Oh. Despite being in combat what must have been hundreds of times, Mercy never did the sturdiest continence. More dangerous situations often saw her peeing, or worse, into her armored leggings; much to the joy of her companions, who often found how easily frightened she was to be quite funny. The most embarassing had to have been that surprise party, where they all jumped out, and she... Nevermind, a sniper was trying to kill her, her embarassing memories weren't important right now. She pulled out a communicator she used to keep in touch with her former Overwatch colleagues, and after what felt like an eternity, Winston answered. "Winston!", she said in a panicked and shaky voice. "Angela? What's the matter? Are you okay?" came his concerned reply. "Yes. No. I'm in trouble, but I'm not hurt, not yet," she stammered out, finding her words difficult to squeeze out. "Try and stay where you are! I'll be there in just a second!" his words were music to her ears. She set her large Caduceus staff aside, favoring her pistol. It wasn't much, but a good number of enemies had underestimated her pistol, which proved a rather fatal mistake. She jumped at the sudden sound of movement in the room with her, simultaneously feeling more of her pee leave warm trails down her shapely legs. She held up her pistol, and tried to stop shaking so hard. Suddenly, and without warning, a person appeared ahead of her, and to her right. Before she could adjust her aim and fire, the woman fired first, blasting Mercy's pistol out of her hands. The woman kept her smg trained on Mercy, and began walking towards her, tauntingly. Mercy's courage failed her, and she fell backwards against the wall, landing in her own puddle of urine with a wet splish. The woman smirked and chuckled a bit upon noticing her lapse in continence. "Well well, looks like no one can keep their pants dry, tonight," She said, pointing to Mercy's puddle of piddle. The woman made a point of aiming the smg directly at the doctor's head, "Look at the bright side, at least no one will know you did it before you died," she said as placed the barrel of the smg against Mercy's temple. Her fear totally overwhelmed, and she suddenly felt a weight leave her abdomen. Then she realized it hadn't just disappeared, it had travelled into her underwear. She had just soiled herself in fear. Her armored leggings were quite firm, and did not allow her mess to collect into a ball shape, but rather, it smoothed out like a pancake, covering her entire rear end. As she tried to regain her composure, her assailant did seem to notice the squishing noises and accompannying smell, her smirk growing to nearly impossible proportions. But, against Mercy's expectations, the woman pulled the gun away from her head. Looking down as condescendingly as possible, she said "Unless, of course, you'd like to make a deal,". It took Mercy a second to register what she'd just heard. She was coming back from the despair of being certain her life was over, and her senses weren't quite back to normal, yet. "W-what do you mean?" She quickly got out. The woman pointed a clawed finger at Mercy's staff, "I want you to give me your staff, and show me how it works. I've got some fun plans for it Do that, and I'll tell Talon I killed you," she extended her hand to the sitting woman, "Deal?". Mercy weighed her options. On the one hand, she didn't want to die; on the other, the Caduceus staff was a powerful tool, one she didn't want to fall into Talon's, well, talons. Then she remembered: Winston was coming. She was confident that Winston could make short work of these attackers, as she'd seen him decimate entire squadrons of Talon soldiers in the past. If she accepted the woman's offer, she could stall for time until Winston showed up. "Deal," Mercy said, reaching for the woman's hand. To her confusion, the woman threw her hand forward, touching one finger to Mercy's nose before pulling her hand back, saying "boop" while doing so. ---------------------------------------------------------- "Boop" Sombra, instead of helping Mercy to her feet, walked right over to the staff that was carefully set upon a nearby chair. She picked it up, and began flipping it over in hands, inspecting it. "So, how do you work this thing, doc?" Sombra said, pointing the staff at Mercy, who had found her way to her feet, drops and rivulets of her fear-induced pee running down her legs as she stood from her puddle. Taking the staff from Sombra, Mercy expertly flipped it to the correct holding position. Begrudgingly, she began to go over its various controls and abilities, Sombra's eyes widening with potential plots and schemes at each feature Mercy described. In the middle of the lesson, however, Mercy suddenly seemed to look behind Sombra. Just as Sombra noticed, Mercy delivered a powerful kick into her gut, forcing her backwards. The force of the kick sent numerous droplets of pee into the air. Sombra drew her smg, and levelled it at Mercy, "Do I need to make you piss youself again? Do you seriously think you can take me?" she said furiously. Now it was Mercy's chance to smirk, "Not alone", she said. Sombra's confusion was evident, but not for long as the wall behind her suddenly burst forth, revealing Overwatch's signature gorilla scientist: Winston. Sombra turned and fired wildly, unsure what was happening. Her aim was completely off, however, and she was knocked to the ground, lying on her belly. Winston drew his massive tesla cannon, and began firing it at the prone woman. "Trying to hurt my friends, huh?" Winston said, to the tune of Sombra shouting in pain, "Not on my watch, Talon". Sombra could barely even hear him, as electricity coursed throughout her body. As it caused every nerve and muscle in her body to go absolutely crazy, such unimportant things as not wetting herself were forgotten, as her crotch suddenly filled with hot, steaming urine. Content to share, the urine flowed outward, creating a sizeable puddle around Sombra's waist, even wetting her shirt a bit as she lay prone. Once it was clear that she was no threat, Winston moved over to Mercy, checking that she was alright. In the middle of her assurances that she was fine, a sudden clanging was heard against the door to the building. They both looked up to see one of Widowmakers venom mines on the door, primed and about to explode. Thinking quickly, Winston deployed a shield barrier, saving them from the poisonous gas. He noticed that the barrier inadvertently covered and saved Sombra as well. As the poisonous fog cleared, and the barrier vanished, the two suddenly noticed that Sombra was gone. Winston fired his tesla cannon around the room, hoping to catch her while invisible, but it was in vain, as Sombra had fled the building. She was making her way back to the rooftop occupied by Widowmaker, her pants, skirt and shirt all bearing a humiliating wet splotch that made her lack of control rather obvious. The chill in the air was rather unpleasant as her crotch and thighes suddenly felt frozen in their wet state. And she had even taunted Widowmaker for using the restroom on herself, but at least Widow had relieved herself in her pants intentionally. Something about the fact that Sombra simply lost control was even more insulting. Another crashing sound was heard behind her, as the gorilla broke through another wall. He was surrounded by a strange, blue glow, and whatever was left in Sombra's bladder flowed out into her panties as she realized it was the damage booster Mercy had described to her. It made the gorilla even more deadly. She almost screamed when the monkey leapt through the air towards her, before remembering that she was still invisible. No, they weren't going for her... But then where... Oh no. The gorilla had landed on the rooftop with Widowmaker, and Mercy followed closely behind him, healing and boosting him all the way. If she didn't get up there now, Widow could be killed. Throwing her teleporter to the rooftop, she activated, and one short flash of light later, was in the middle of the battle. She de-cloaked, and joined Widowmaker in unleashing a hailstorm of bullets on the pair of heros. Things were looking good, as they were damaging him much faster than Mercy could heal him, and he was resorting to holding up his hands to protect his face. They pressed the attack, but Winston had something up his sleeve. In the blink of an eye, she swore the gorilla had doubled in height, and now seemed to be seething with rage. The blue damage-boosting aura still encircled the massive primate, meaning this was going to hurt. A lot. With a sweep of one arm, he smashed into Widow, launching her against a wall. She slid down, and landed on her butt with gross squish, her mess from earlier having never been cleaned. Sombra prepared to get smashed by his massive arms, but instead found herself picked up, and held in the air. Two of his hands completely encircled her body, and their grip was iron. Winston leaned in close, blowing steaming how breath into her face. Her face mimicked the terror she felt inside, and her more substantial waste could no longer be contained. Whimpering, and eyes watering, she felt a sticky warmth covering her butt, and felt its weight growing substantially. More, more, and more came out, until she was certain she had soiled herself more thoroughly than the other two women combined. Her mess overloaded her panties, flowing into her pants. If one got a view up her skirt, they could see that the bulge was, in a word, enormous. Perhaps having an accident managed to work her fear out, but her professional mind suddenly returned, and she managed to wriggle one of her teleporters out, dropping a few feet away from herself and Winston. Activating it, she found herself suddenly free of his grip, and she sprinted over to Widow, who lay unconscious in a newly-created pool of pee, having wet herself again as Winston slammed her into a wall. She hurriedly grabbed Widow's grappling-hook arm, and made it launch upwards, grabbing hold of a ledge and pulling them to safety. Throwing the unconscious and very-in-need-of-a-shower sniper over her shoulders, Sombra cloaked once again, and began running for it, not caring about the squishing sounds coming from her pants, and trying not to think about what was running down her legs. ---------------------------------------------------------- As the duo escaped, Winston's Primal Rage subsided, and he collapsed onto the ground, his energy entirely spent. Mercy was by his side, more grateful than she'd ever been. She made sure to tell him what a lifesaver he was. "Oh, it- it was no problem, Angela," Winston stuttered, half out of exhaustion, and half out of not knowing how to take a compliment. "Say Winston?" Mercy began, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Yes?" "Before we go to the convention..." "Yes?" "Do you mind if I find some fresh clothes, first?"
    3 points
  2. Hello, everyone! Anyone who read any of my Overwatch stories will probably know what to expect, but for those new: I love fear wetting/messing, and there is a lot of it. While I'm only opening with the one short story here, this thread will be where I post any others I write. So for now, I hope you guys like it! The Battle of the Broken Shore An Alliance ship sailed for the Broken Shore. The Legion had returned, and a massive battle was unfolding there. The situation was dire, dire enough that King Varian Wrynn himself was coming to face the threat. Miriam and Lia, two Alliance knights in their full armor and colors, looked out at the pale, unearthly green glow on the horizon. After a few tours on Outland, Miriam had learned to be deathly afraid of the Legion. Lia, however, had never confronted so much as an imp. What a surprise she’s in for, thought Miriam. People were shouting suddenly. What was wrong? There was too much noise from every direction. All the ships, all the people shouting, the waves, the sounds of demons. DEMONS?! Strange, gargoyle-like creatures at begun attacking the ships. Some landed and entered into brutal melees with nearby soldiers, but some just grabbed an unlucky victim and flew off with them, taking them who-knows-where. “Come on, Miriam, we have to help!” Lia shouted, as she drew her sword and shield and made for the enemy, as one of the beasts landed on their particular ship. But Miriam did not move to help. She was completely still with fear. She’d seen what demons could do to even the strongest of mortals. She’d seen how many of them there were. As the gargoyle raked its claw across a knight, tearing his armor wide open, Miriam’s wavering control over her bladder failed. Hot urine streamed into, then through her panties, wetting them. She felt the urine flow down her toned, muscly thighs, then flowing out between the chainmail segments of her armor, loudly splattering onto the wooden floor beneath her, leaving a fairly embarrassing puddle. Lia was still foolhardy in her bravery, and climbed atop the demon, expertly shoving her sword into its neck. It screamed in pain before collapsing to the ground, dead. Despite this victory, Miriam’s fears were not abated, for she could only think that it took half a platoon of seasoned men and women just to kill one of the beasts. Lia strode over, a look of mild annoyance upon her face, “We could have used some help, you know,”. “I… I know, I’m sorry, it’s just… I’ve seen what demons are capable of,” “Then why don’t you help us stop them?” “That’s why I’m here, but just… being face-to-face with one, I couldn’t move, I could only...” she glanced down at her puddle with shame. Lia took notice of the puddle, too. She place an armored hand on Miriam’s armored shoulder, and with some sympathy said “you can trust me to have your back, you know,”. She gave her shoulder a bit of a squeeze, “I can trust you to have mine, right?”. Miriam’s fear subsided a bit, “Yeah. Yeah, you can,”. A man up in the crow’s nest suddenly screamed down to the crew, “INFERNALS! EVASIVE ACTIONS!!”. Miriam might never have seen those strange bat demons before, but she was well acquainted with the dreaded infernals. Terrifying, towering monsters made of black rock and green, demonic fire. She looked to the sky, and sure enough, several meteors leaving fiery green trails rained from the heavens upon them. Miriam felt her bowels begin to loosen, for if an infernal crashed into their ship, no amount of skill or training would save them. She might not have been the most pious individual, but she began to pray to the Light for safety. As she prayed, the ship nearest to theirs was suddenly obliterated in a massive explosion of green felfire. Anyone who wasn’t incinerated immediately was likely to drown, or to become food for the island’s less-than-friendly marine life. As she watched the wreckage sink, yet continue to burn in its demonic way, her bowels expelled their contents. Her black panties bulged, and reached out until they touched the seat of her plate armor. Her expulsion was forceful, and Lia, who heard the sounds of Miriam’s release, looked at her butt to notice that Miriam’s armor covering her ass actually moved back slightly. Miriam continued pushing log after log into her armor, her attempts to regain control were utter failures. Lia couldn’t judge her, for her own panties became wet with urine upon seeing the explosion. She didn’t fully lose control, but most certainly had a wet spot the size of a few coins on the front of her skimpy black panties. She felt a single, small trail of urine course down her right leg, making its way into her boot. Miriam looked out at armies of demons gathering on the shores, the ones she’d be fighting in mere minutes. She was terrified beyond all recognition, but she would fight, for that is what a warrior does. And looking at the other knights on the ship, she was far from the only one who’d be running into battle in sodden panties, if all the armored feet standing in puddles was any indication. This was going to be a long battle. ----------------------------------------------------------- Lia was on fire. It was probably best to specify that she was not literally on fire, considering their opponents. No, she was on fire in the sense that she must have killed sixty demons in half as many minutes. Her armor was tattered and largely destroyed by now. Her chestplate had been discarded, leaving only a chainmail shirt covering her upper body. One of her shoulder pads had been blown away, leaving only the pad on her right shoulder, which was dented and damaged. Her helmet had been knocked off, revealing her scarred face, and long blonde hair. She was quite the demon, herself, spitting toe-curling curses as she carved through demons like a knife through butter, and issuing terrifying war cries. Quite frankly, the loss of her armor only made her faster, not more vulnerable. Miriam’s job at this point had devolved into protecting Lia’s backside from any demons attempting to sneak up on her. Her wet legs and messy bottom were uncomfortable, still, but she ignored it for her friend’s sake. A large felguard charged at the duo, screaming all the way. Miriam raised her shield, and braced herself for the battle. She and the demon parried and struck with wild ferocity. The felguard was obviously surprised by her strength and fortitude; perhaps they’d been promised easy conquest and were finding it not-so-easy. After a few more rounds of striking back and forth, Miriam’s sword slashed across the demon’s hamstring, bringing down into a kneeling position. With the difference in height now negated, Miriam swung, and decapitated the monster. She turned towards her friend, “Lia, did you see that?!” she shouted with pride. Her happiness died quickly, however, as she saw Lia being thrown to the ground by an enormous doomguard. The beast roared, and Miriam felt her crotch grown warm once again. Small rivulets of pee worked their way down her legs. The demon raised its weapon up, preparing to bring it down upon Lia, who had long since discarded her shield. Realizing this, Miriam threw her shield to Lia, who grabbed it eagerly. The doomguard brought its massive sword down, slamming into the shield. Lia was an expert at playing through the fear, but today it got the better of her. As her arms nearly crumpled under the weight of the next strike, her bladder crumpled under the weight of her fright. Warmth engulfed her crotch and ass, pooling on the ground around her. On the next hit, her bowels voided, propelling her semisolid mess into her skimpy panties, which could hardly contain it. After the next hit, more mess came out, overwhelming her (poor choice in) panties. As the mess slipped by her almost thong-like underwear and into her armor, another hit nearly split the shield in half. She was certain that one more hit would cleave the shield, and also her, in half. The demon screamed suddenly, however, and Lia looked up to see Miriam mirroring her own trick from earlier: she had climbed upon the demon, and was stabbing it in the neck. The beasts overly-muscled arms could not reach her. With a few more gory, grotesque slashes, Miriam had all but removed the demon’s entire throat, and it finally collapsed, dead. Miriam offered Lia her hand, which she accepted. She stood, and prepared to face more demons, but she noticed: her army was retreating. The demons were advancing. A loud, authoritative voice boomed in the distance, “Fall back! Fall back! We’re retreating from the Broken Shore!”. While it certainly wasn’t hard to understand why, looking at the incredibly massive force of demons, Lia still could hardly accept it. Only when Miriam grabbed hold of her arm and began pulling as hard as she could did Lia move. They boarded the ship that brought them here, which had mercifully not been incinerated, yet. Only moments after they stepped foot on the ship, it began to depart, leaving anyone still on the Shore to their fate. Lia was very grateful that her armor hid her fairly large accident from the other knights. As she saw some female draenei priest whose pants had a large wet stain down the front, and a lumpy, brown bulge in the back, she was reminded that there were probably very few people on this ship who hadn’t soiled themselves pretty thoroughly. She looked back at the island, hatefully. This time, Miriam put her arm on Lia’s shoulder, which gave some comfort. The mess that was smeared across her ass and some of her legs just seemed to accentuate the feeling of total defeat. They would come back. She would come back. And next time, she would not lose.
    2 points
  3. Since I know that not everyone is into fear wetting/messing (or messing at all, for that matter), I tried to tone it down it down a little bit (fear not, it's still there). The first, like, third of the story is desperation followed by wetting, but be warned! Things get messy soon after. ------------------------------------- Mei stood atop the payload in Numbani, desperately wishing she had chosen some lighter clothes. The heat was oppressive and relentless, and she found herself frequently shooting herself in the face with her cryo blaster just to cool down. Like many missions, Mei's team had rushed ahead, leaving her as the only one to protect and push the payload. And boy, was she bored. The sounds of fighting raged up ahead, but she was stuck back here on the what felt like the world's slowest roller-coaster. Mortal danger be damned, she wished she was up there, fighting with everyone else. It couldn't be worse than this. Then again, maybe it was for the best. She didn't have the best track record with keeping her pants dry and poop-free in combat. Hell, she didn't have a very sterling record out of combat. Something about having been frozen for so long did permanent damage to her body. She supposed it was a blessing, since being slightly incontinent was preferable to something like brain damage or sensory impairment. All things considered, she was probably lucky that she got out of it with just a weak bladder and matching bowels. She still didn't have to like it, though. Once she resumed lab work, they made her wear diapers after she'd had a few too many accidents on the job. She still wasn't sure if wetting her diaper was any more or less humiliating than wetting her pants. Today, however, she was suddenly missing her diapers, since she opted not to wear one on this mission. She'd gotten confident in her control, and wanted to put her body to the test in a real mission. It may turn out to be a mistake, though, as she was feeling a rather pressing need to pee. This, too, was a "good thing", all things considered. Over the last couple of years, half the time she didn't know she had to pee until it was already most of the way down her legs. So the simple fact that she got this warning meant she'd made progress. It was all about being optimistic. Of course, no amount of optimism made her feel like she wasn't about to just up and pee in her pants. She decided to relax a little bit. She sat day on top of the payload, leaning her back against it. To pass the time until the payload finally reached its destination, and to distract from her pressing need to urinate, she began recounting previous missions. She recalled one where she, Tracer, and Reinhardt had been sent to destroy some rogue omnics that had reactivated somewhere near Eichenwalde. She felt so cool (pun intended) during that mission. Throwing ice walls up to block incoming fire, sniping enemies with icicles, freezing things solid before shattering them into a million pieces. Good times. Of course, she had an accident during that mission, didn't she? That's right. At some point during the fighting, she took cover behind a wall, and her bladder and bowels just decided they were done doing what she wanted. She remembered suddenly noticing that she was sitting in a pile of wet mush. Tracer and Rein were nice enough about it. They thought she just got scared and couldn't hold it, but again, she didn't know if it was more or less embarrassing to admit she just couldn't help it. Tracer had been quick to reassure Mei that "it happens to everyone, luv! Even I have, once or twice," to which Reinhardt replied "Once or twice?!". She got a laugh out of that. Okay, so daydreaming had the opposite effect of taking her mind off of her bladder. She realized that she'd subconsciously started holding herself. Moaning in desperation, she began looking for anywhere to relieve herself. Of course a city as futuristic as Numbani wouldn't have a porta potty anywhere. She didn't quite want to just go in an alley, though. The payload suddenly lurched forward before coming to an abrupt stop, evidently having hit a checkpoint. The sudden movements caused a quick spurt of pee to be released into her poor panties, which soaked up the pee readily. Her crotch turned very warm, with a little bit seeping down to her butt. She gasped in alarm, and both of her hands rocketed to the space between her legs, trying very hard to make sure that leak was the last one. She checked her mission progress. They payload was 34.6% of the way there. Seeing how far she still had to go made her almost pee herself then and there. There was absolutely no way she could last that long. The payload would be fine if she just left it for like, thirty or forty-five seconds, right? Giving up any sense of decency, she started scouting for viable alleyways or gutters. At last she spotted one that was very out-of-sight, and decided it was the one. She stood up, and instantly wished she hadn't. Another quick spurt re-warmed her crotch. The bigger barrier was still to come, however, as she still had to jump down from the payload. The two-foot drop might as well have been a bottomless cavern, considering her chances of making it. Steeling herself, and clamping down hard, she jumped. The moment she hit the ground, however, her blood ran cold as she lost a sizeable amount of urine into her thick pants. With a quick, panicky gasp, she regained control. She now had a wet patch on her crotch and thighs, the size of a large orange. She was losing hope fast. She took careful step after careful step. She was in a daze, in disbelief as each step cost her more leaked urine. The wet patch continually grew, evolving from an orange-sized patch to melon-sized, then watermelon, then began streaming down her thighs and down her legs. She reached the alley, dropped her pants, and was curious on why she didn't have to pee anymore. Oh, I've completely peed my pants, already, haven't I? She thought in despair, tears beginning to well in her eyes. She pulled her pants back up, and inspected the damage. Large, thick trails of wetness ran down both legs. Despite their dark coloring, it was still pretty obvious what she'd done. She returned to her post on the payload, sulking. As she was just waiting for it all to be over, she heard a sound that struck fear into even the bravest men and women: "RYUU GA WAGA TEKI WO KURAU!!" She knew the words well. Everyone did. She didn’t know how he did it, but those are the words Hanzo shouts when he sends huge, spiralling death your way. If she hadn't already wet herself, she would've now. As if wetting herself hadn't been enough, the words seemed to knock her bowels loose, and she could feel them about to release. Then she saw it: The enormous, spiralling, spirit dragons or whatever they were gliding through earth and buildings... Directly towards the payload she was riding. She stood up, petrified with fear. Do I have enough time to run?! How fast are they going?! Do they- Oh no! Her thought were interrupted by a sudden brrrrrrrap from her backside. The first, rather unladylike noise was soon followed by a very loud squishing sound as she thoroughly filled her pants. She felt the shameful warmth cover her butt, leaving very little space unsoiled. Some of it even flowed beyond the cuff of her panties, and down her right thigh, just a bit. Her pants and panties sagged down quite far, I really should have worn a diaper... As the dragons approached, she activated one of her most useful abilities, and encased herself within a large block of protective ice. For one reason or another, the dragons didn't seem to care about her, as long she was inside of it. Unfortunately, entering the ice block had the unintended consequence of mushing her accident against her butt, as the ice was very tightly packed against her. Like salt in a wound, her mess was smeared against her rear. My team is so going to make fun of me for this... ------------------------------------- Hana Song, or D.Va as she was more commonly known, had a reputation for always keeping her cool in combat. She was so confident in her abilities and her mighty MEKA suit, that she actually livestreamed her missions over the internet, to the joy of her many fans. What they didn't know, however, was her tendency to be... less brave without her mech. After she wet and/or messed herself the first few times her mech was destroyed, she, like Mei, had taken up the habit of wearing diapers on missions. At first, she hated that she had to, but for a celebrity like herself, it was important to save face. Over time, however, she grew somewhat fond of them. She was rather hoping today wouldn't prove to be a day she’d need her diaper, but she wore it, just in case. More than once in the past, she’d decided against it, and later regretted it. It turned out to be a good call, as she had fallen back to check on Mei at the payload, since she gotten off of it for a little while, and then Hanzo shot his dragons at it. On the way there, her mech had been fatally damaged, and crashed into the side of a building, then collapsed into the street. Normally not a problem, but this instance was different: her eject button had malfunctioned. Shey lay on the ground, pinned by her own mech. She was totally stuck, and totally useless to her team, right now. Worse yet, she had to use the bathroom. Badly. She'd had to for a while now, but she didn't want her fans to see her making any faces that would... give away what she was doing in her pants. But now, her stream was (hopefully) down, and she was free to use her pants as a bathroom as she pleased. She had to admit: they were damn convenient. Sometimes in battle, she just let go, because it was easier than holding it. Some people knew her little secret about wearing them when she was piloting her mech, but what she never told anyone was that she also sometimes wore them around the house. Despite her crime-fighting career, she never gave up her old hobby of streaming. She reasoned, ostensibly, that it was unfair to her fans for her to have to take bathroom breaks while streaming. Many times, she’d be sitting, commentating on whatever she was playing, and, unbeknownst to the thousands watching her, simultaneously urinating on herself. She found the diapers particularly useful when streaming horror games. As she was lost in thought, her stomach and bladder decided to remind her of her needs. She sighed, and, lying flat on her back, she closed her eyes, and let her liquid warmth fill the front of her diaper. First the area between her legs was met with the heat, then she felt it quickly flow down to her bottom. Before long, nearly every inch of her protective garment had been soaked with her pee. She wasn't done, though. Finding a gap in her collapsed mech, she lifted her legs up, scrunched up her face, and pushed hard. She felt the mushy substance pile up in her diaper, and she cursed the fact that she had to put her legs down, since that caused it to be even further mashed into her butt. As convenient as she found them, and as much as she had warmed up to peeing on herself, no amount of experience was going to make her enjoy crapping her pants. As a rather unpleasant smell began to fill the interior of her makeshift cage, she suddenly regretted all the food she ate yesterday. She was prepared to take a nap, since she could be there for a while, when she suddenly heard a voice, "Hana? Are you in there?" The voice belonged to Mei. "Uhhh, yeah. Think you could get me out?" My team is so going to make fun of me for this... ------------------------------------- Zarya was worried. D.Va had gone to check on Mei, and hadn't returned. Throwing out as many shields as she could before withdrawing, she retreated towards the payload. Her concern was well-warranted, as the poor streamer was trapped under the wreckage of her own mech. And standing next to the crash site was... a very wet and messy Mei. Zarya approached them, and affixed a curious gaze on Mei, "What happened to you?", she asked, clearly eyeing the large, long dark streaks going down both of Mei's legs. Mei jumped, and tried in vain to cover the massive wetness with her hands. Mei avoided eye contact, nervously knotted her hands together, and just quietly mumbled "dragons...", which seemed to elicit an understanding nod from the weightlifter. Mei was most certainly not the first person to ruin their pants and panties at the sight of Hanzo’s ultimate ability. Even Zarya herself had leaked upon, from time to time. Something that had thankfully gone unnoticed. Zarya had a reputation as the strongest woman alive, hell maybe just the strongest person alive; and it simply wouldn’t do to have people know she sometimes had accidents, however small they may be. Hana joined in the conversation suddenly, "Is that Zarya?! Help me out, here!" she shouted helplessly. Zarya put her hands on her hips and observed the damage. Mei looked around, and began formulating a plan, "Maybe if we can attach a wire from the payload to the mech, it will be strong enough to pull it off- What are you doing?!" she shouted in surprise, as Zarya had ignored her plan and simply bent over and started trying to lift the huge robot carcass. Zarya’s incredibly large and powerful muscles went to work, lifting the machine. Mei was certain that she was about to break her back, but to her surprise, the wreckage budged. After a few more moments of Zarya giving it her all, the mech began to rise just enough for D.Va to escape. Zarya began speaking between groans, "Come on, Hana! Crawl out!" As Hana obeyed, Zarya felt something happening. It wasn't her back breaking, it was much worse. She felt something about to escape into her pants. A long, wet, plplbplbplbplp sounded from her rear, and she blushed a very bright red while still lifting up the heavy robot. Zarya was a big woman. Who lifted weights. She ate a lot. Her... releases were accordingly massive. Mei had a good view of the Russian woman's backside, and was able to see it clearly bulge out. She could also see the strong stream of urine pour from her crotch and onto the ground below her. Zarya could feel at first mushy, mud-like mess pouring out of her, and directly into her waiting panties; then a firm, thick log nestled its way in. Then another. And another. Meanwhile, her bladder took its chance and emptied. As her legs were spread and bent, a large stream wet her crotch, then fell to the ground, below her. She wasn’t fortunate enough, however, as not all the urine took that path out. Much of it did flow down her legs, wetting her pants as they were being filled. Zarya was not thrilled about this. People say female weightlifters are slightly more prone to leakage, but she just had a full-blown accident in front of her peers. Wet mush stewed in the seat of her black pants, and warm urine ran down her muscely legs and into her boots. My team is so going to make fun of me for this... ------------------------------------- The three were surprised to find that each of them had had an accident, and shared a good laugh about it. With Zarya on their side, not many people would dare to make fun of them, the rest of their team just acknowledging that "accidents happen". In the end, the payload was delivered, and they each took a well-needed bath. And Mei got gold objective time. ------------------------------------- Hope you guys liked it! Can't say for sure when the next part will be up, but it will involve Pharah, and some nice fear-related scenes.
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  4. As the title says, who in the world do you want to see desperate to pee more than anyone else? Maybe it's a celebrity, or maybe it's someone you know. Either way I think it'd be interesting to hear, and maybe say a little bit about why. For me it would be Taylor Swift. She's got such sexy legs, and always seems so poised and confident – I'd love to be sat next to her at a long awards ceremony as she crosses her legs and keeps squirming more and more, her face looking increasingly tense as she unconsciously runs her hand over her bladder...
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  5. So it’s been a while since I’ve written in an experience, and this one happened several months ago. I’ve been meaning to share it because well it was such a significant experience (in my mind) and one which I hope those of you into diapers out there (for need or pleasure or both) will share some time. The experience I’m going to share is a highly emotional one for me, so don’t expect the detailed wetting descriptions in my usual fun time experiences I share with you, but I hope you find it enjoyable none the less. This is the story of how I came out to my boyfriend about my bedwetting and UI problems and how I eventually spend the night with him, wearing a diaper, the very first time I’d ever shared the bed with someone while diapered and they knew I was diapered (apart from my parents and sister when I was very little). I should say that this story, looks like a pretty common one if internet searches reveal anything. One of the highest searches which come up when you type in ‘adult bedwetting’ into Google, is ‘how to tell partner.’ So I’m not alone, though this didn’t help too much, knowing that countless others have also suffered through this, it was somewhat reassuring, and believe me, I spent many hours reading people’s posts on this subject as I attempted to rehearse the event in my head. Note: pet names have been removed to protect the innocent ;) and to avoid embarrassment for all parties involved. The Background So the back ground, which regular followers will already know: Growing up I suffered from mild mixed UI. I leaked during the day (stress and urge UI) and wet the bed consistently at night. I would always wear absorbent pants to bed (diapers, pull-ups, then Goodnites and adult diapers as I grew up). During the day, pads were enough, except if I knew I was going to be away from a toilet for a protracted period of time, such as for long exams, travel ect., when I would wear something more absorbent. To answer questions before they are voiced, yes I have worn Goodnites and Depends fitted briefs to write University exams. A particular 3 hour history of philosophy exam comes to mind. I will get to writing an experience about one of those time, eventually. So I went through all sorts of tests, took different drugs, and tried all sorts of different things. Some of the drugs worked pretty well, which was good for sleepovers and stuff, but did not work 100% and (vessicare particularly) had bad side effects. So basically I relied on absorbent products. Not to get into my fantasy life too much but I’m on an Omorashi site and as many of you can see I post a lot. I also have an erotic interest in wetting and diapers. I’ve discussed this elsewhere, but basically I attest this to a few things. The first being how my discovering of my awakening sexuality as an adolescent was closely linked to wetting and diapers, while I’ve always had a fascination with diapers my entire life. These in particular have been a comfort object to me (given the protection they afford me), and well this is another reason why they are likely linked. I’ve also got a keen interest in erotic humiliation/embarrassment, and again there is certainly a link between more humiliating portions of my medical problem. Yes, I am still embarrassed by wetting events and the one I’m about to tell you, but later, reflecting on the emotions, I can also be aroused by them, or what is more accurate, is the emotions themselves and the physical responses associated with them (blushing, heart rate increase, chemical changes in the body) which get me really wet… this is reading like a psychology paper, you’re all wondering when I’m going to get to the experience, almost there. Now more than 4 years ago I had a Botox injection procedure which greatly improved my UI problem. This dealt with the overactive bladder components of my UI and left me with only minor stress issues. As I was dry almost all nights (baring nights when I drink a lot, which tends to lead to accidents of all sorts, drinking alcohol is not advised for those with UI problems and well is unfortunately hard to avoid for students), and dry during the day. The few exceptions to the daytime dryness were, again apart from drinking related issues, have all been when I have been doing very strenuous exercise, a little bit when sneezing, an infection I had a few years back, and if I hold it too long (which I always avoid). I’m will never be a champion ‘hold-it’ contestant. And I still am very careful to visit the loo as often as I can, especially before lectures. I still wear a diaper/pullup on long flights and in situations where it would be impossible to find a washroom, usually travel related. And if I’m not too far gone, I’d put a diaper on before going to bed if I’d had more than a couple of glasses of wine. The few times this step was missed, I woke up wet, though apparently this is ‘more common than you think’ amongst binge drinker types and is usually forgiven/explained away by the booze. After the procedure, my problem was largely resolved and I was, among other things, finally able to expand my collection of panties, and, importantly be a little more outgoing in my personal life. I was pretty reclusive during my undergrad years, partly because I was (and remain) very studious, and partly because I freaked out about having to tell a boy about my bedwetting, his reaction, and well ‘spending the night’ which would ultimately end in the disaster of a wet bed, or the horror of having to wear a diaper. I actually mulled over the possibility and I think I would have rather wet the bed, and written it off to alcohol rather than shared a bed with someone while diapers. Don’t get me wrong, some nights I’d like nothing more to be cuddled in a diaper and treated like a little girl (with all the fabulous hair brushing, bathing, diapering and cuddles which go along with it), but this has always been a hypothetical fantasy, like having your white flowing robe ripped off you by a lustful leather clad warrior, and violently taken against the wall of a castle (drool). In order to enjoy this kind of experience as the age play it is, I’ve first have to come out to my BF as both a bedwetter and a wetting pervert, neither of which I was keen on ever doing. After I sorted out my UI problem, I have had several boyfriends, lost my virginity, and even spent the night with boys! Lots of progress, of a kind. Well heart break and long distance ridiculousness occurred and I’ve met a pretty amazing guy, we’ve been together for a little under a year now and let’s just say we have spent the night quite a number of times (not to kiss and tell). I’ve been very careful to not spend the night when I’ve been drinking a lot, which I’ve not always stuck to. I have wet the bed (a small college single bed by the way), with my BF in it after a mad night of drinking. Fortunately it was my bed (which has a plastic cover over it) and it was also a big relationship moment for us, while the wetting was written off by me being way too far gone after polishing off much too much, my boyfriend was amazing, he wasn’t mad at all and I should add that he was a perfect gentleman the night before as well, a nice change from some of my previous experiences with males. A few indications that added ticks for him in the ‘keeper’ column, for those keeping score. So this incident aside (and a few leaks here and there which were expertly concealed by yours truly), things have been pretty normal between us, as normal as things can go for too frantic grad students. Anyhow, and realizing that this has strayed into almost 3 pages of background, things were going well however there was a hiccup. Almost 6 months ago, my UI-related problems started coming back. The Botox injection to deal with an overactive bladder work but not always forever. 3 years it typical and I was lucky to get 3.5 years. So about 6 months ago I started leaking at night and increasingly during the day. It wasn’t as bad as it had been but it did present several problems. The first problem was that I now had a rather serious boyfriend and we had been spending the night together often, which took a while to be sure I’m not hasty with these things. Coming Out Well now I had a problem, I certainly wasn’t going to share the bed with someone if I was almost certain (or let’s be honest, if there was any chance) that I would wet the bed. I’ve written about this elsewhere but I do leak a little during sex, whether its pee or female ejaculate depends on the timing, not too much and the recurrence of the problem meant that a little more was coming out during. This just meant an additional folded towel during adult extracurricular activity, so no big problem there. With the recurrence of my problem I started avoiding spending the night. A girl can only claim a head ache or womanly issues so many nights and my boy was pretty aware that I was hiding something. It’s not that we didn’t still have fun adult time together, it’s just that we did less often and I’d make an excuse and run off not spending the night (we generally ended up at his place for a number of reasons), or I’d duck into the loo to remove my pad prior. Well as I went to doctors appointments and got moody and sad about my problem, it was pretty clear that I needed to tell my BF about the problem (at the very least) or it would end up negatively effecting and possibly wrecking the relationship. I tried to hold off as long as I could, as the doctor’s appointments indicated that I would just need an additional treatment and I was hoping that if I could get this done and sort things out, that the problem would go away without my ever having to talk to him about it (yes I know, not healthy relationship behavior), I could chalk up the stand-offishness as being stressed out with school or something (which isn’t totally inaccurate). Well that became less likely as I was given a really long wait for the procedure and waiting for additional confirmatory tests (as most of my previous tests had been done in another country) took a long time too. Things were getting a little strained and the reasons to tell him became overwhelming: fostering an open and loving relationship, getting the emotional support I needed for what I was dealing with (I’m an old hand at UI but it’s still trying, especially tests and the procedure which freak me out), getting cuddles and things of this nature, and well generally holding onto this one as he is really great, compared to my embarrassment at having a medical problem and the possibility that he might take it the wrong way somehow (though he’d already passed the waking up in a bed filled with my pee test, so this was less likely). Anyhow, I screwed up the courage to tell him. Now this was no mean feat, and while I can have a pretty wild and kinky and outgoing fantasy life (see my collected work on this site), I’ve always been a bit of a coward with relationship stuff and sex in real life, take my long-held virginity and sexual inexperience well into graduate school as a case in point. I’m shy about my boyfriend spotting feminine hygiene products in my bag or sometimes even excusing myself to use the washroom, so sitting down and talking about a leaky vagina was very intimidating. I vacillated for weeks and in the end I just had to force myself to do it, the equivalent to holding a gun to my own head (Fight Club-style). So we were laying in bed after an amorous encounter (if gentlemen don’t kiss and tell a lady certainly won’t), and I got up to get changed to go back to my room. I could see the look in his eyes that he’d rather I stayed and I probably had a similar look in my eye. He asked me if everything was ok, and instead of coming up with an excuse, I blurted out ‘No actually,’ and before I could change my mind, ‘there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you and talk about.’ He looked immediately worried as I’m sure he could see the panic in my face and well I’m sure every guys wants to hear anything like that. I wasn’t making eye contact and by this time had pulled on a pair of panties (into which I was most certainly going to leak…) and t-shirt. Before he could say anything else, and I don’t think he was going to, I sat on the side of the bed and just plowed ahead. I quickly assured him that it wasn’t anything like that (not ‘we have to talk’ kind of relationship barn burning stuff), and that I really cared for him and trusted him and that’s why I was going to tell him what I was going to tell him. This of course didn’t help and he still looked totally freaked out. Thinking I was botching the job I kinda skipped ahead and blurted out almost word for word, the following, in a rush (the whole awkward conversation is kind of etched into my mind, like a horror film): “The reason I’ve got to go and I’ve not been spending the night is because if I did I’d wet your bed.” He looked relieved and blustered something like “hun we put down a towel it’s no big deal…” I didn’t let him finish, and getting a little flustered continued, “No, not like that, like um…” getting a little lost at this point, trying to think of something short and quick which would explain a much more detailed and nuanced history and issue, “no, like I’d pee your bed.” He still have a relieved look but was a little surprised, and gave one of his adorable quizzical eyebrow arches. I’d gotten to the point a lot quicker than I’d have liked, so no I backed up and took comfort in history, which isn’t (or can be) less horrific than the present. I began a long winded personal bedwetting and UI history. I told him how growing up we had thought it was just a development thing and I would grow out of it, but this didn’t happen, and how it had persisted into high school and university. I sat listening intently as I told him. I told him about my first UI treatment and how it had worked so well and that it was working when I had met him. I explained that I had still had stress incontinence (or problems as I told him, I still don’t like using that word, it’s amazing how euphemisms can provide emotional support when we least expect it). I got very flustered when he asked me to explain about the different forms can causes of UI. I think as a scientist he took a little comfort in a more clinical description, rather than my more historical narrative. He looked like he was thinking hard as I prattled off some facts. Anyhow, I explained how after my first treatment things were great and I only leaked during sports and sometimes drinking. And when I mentioned this his face changed to a look of recognition, I was just explaining this when he interjected, saying “so that kinda explains some of those stories and stuff?” Sheepishly I replied “yeah.” He’d hung out with my friends and thought they generally keep these stories to girl talk, he’d heard a few stories of drunken ‘messy Rachel’ behaving abhorrently (the ‘we found her sleeping sitting on the toilet’ story, or the ‘she was so drunk she forgot to pull down here trousers’ story). I’m sure there are a few from other observers as well. I did a lot more explaining, and explained to him that yes, this was why I had insisted that if I was drunk, he always take me back to my room and leave me there alone (there are other reasons I won’t get into but those were the ones I had told him at the time, rather than bedwetting related ones). And why I had wet the bed when he had stayed over, and why I never let him look for things under my bed etc. It was very cathartic to tell him all of this. The truth was actually relieving and like a burden had been lifted. I was also very scared; here I was opening a page of my life which was one which was usually reserved for tearful conversations with my doctor or mom. And I didn’t even share everything with them. I felt like I was standing in front of a class of students and just tearing off my clothes, laying open-legged at the front, and inviting them to come and take a look (this reminds me of a scene from a documentary we watched in my woman’s studies class where a woman actually did this (‘Too Much Pussy’), actually in the documentary the woman invited them all to fist her…). So it was both horrifying and relieving at the same time. The words spilled out of me and I’m pretty sure that a few times I went off on random tangents, made references to things only I knew about and didn’t explain, and generally blabbered on. He let me continue on like this until I was totally done, and I lay down with my head in his laps, tears pouring down my cheeks, while he stroked my hair. Now he talked, he was a little hesitant. He consoled: “You really had me scared there. You know, I don’t mind hun, it’s ok…” He talked slowly, like he was carefully picking his words. He explained how he had been worried I wasn’t into him lately as I’d been ‘acting a little funny,’ and he thought it was something he’d done, like not spending enough time together (were very busy and usually only get to hang out a few times a week). He told me, blushing a little, “I wet the bed when I was little… well until I was like 5.” Which I didn’t really think was comparable, but I was trying. I just lay in his lap sobbing. And then he said the magic words, “hun, it’s ok, please spend the night, I don’t mind if you wet the bed.” I didn’t see his face when he said this, but well he sounded very sincere, I looked up at him then with my wet messy face and he look like he was thinking hard about it, not just like he was saying it to make me feel better, but like he’d actually do it. He made a joke, “I mean it just means that we can take a shower together in the morning.” And I made a sobby, wet laugh. And here I found my voice again. “It’s not that….” I immediately regretted saying this, as what I wanted to say was, when you say that, you make me so happy, but I immediately went into practicalities and something else I hadn’t explained yet. “I… it’s just…” It was very hard, I was now no longer sobbing, but I kept my head in his lap and did not make eye contact, screwing up my courage, my stomach was full of butterflies and my heart was pounding like mad. “You wouldn’t have to, probably…” Referring to the shower, I trailed off and he looked inquiringly. “I mean it wouldn’t be like that time, you wouldn’t have to because I usually wear protection.” Choosing my words carefully, studiously avoiding the ‘D’ word. I stopped abruptly, listening for his reaction, tense with jaw clenched. “Oh.” He said, with the sort of inflection which indicates some degree of dawning insight. “Well that’s ok then.” My heart gave a little flutter at this. This dealt with one of our mutual dreads I think, that of waking up in a wet clammy bed. I can’t imagine what it took for him to say yes, not knowing I wore protection. Waking up in a cold, wet bed filled with your own pee is horribly annoying and occasionally loathsome, I can’t imagine how horrid it would be to wake up in a bed filled with someone else’s pee. I was slow to answer, not expecting such a quick and positive reply. I don’t know exactly what I was expecting actually, I had avoided playing the scene out in my head for weeks. I hugged him really hard then and we held each other for quite a while. I still hadn’t told him what kind of protection, I mean as a bedwetter I know exactly what that means, but I don’t know if non-bedwetter types have any idea, for all I knew, he thought I meant just a thicker overnight period pad (on an aside, we’ve not really spend the night together in this situation either). I then tried to explain to him that while I really appreciated him offering and not being too bothered and how amazing that was, and how it meant so much to me and so on. I didn’t offer to spend the night however. While he may have been contented to share the bed with me while I was ‘wearing protection,’ I certainly wasn’t ready. While we held one another all I could think of was cuddling up next to him and his feeling my padded bottom and recoiling. Another note, I don’t wear Goodnites to bed anymore. While I may be able to fit into these (squeeze into them), they don’t offer enough protection, instead I wear flat out diapers, not pull-ups which still have the dignity of resembling underwear, but rather tapped (do up) diapers (a range of varieties, which I select between based generally on how well I’ve followed my evening routine of avoiding liquids, caffeine etc., and whatever is laying around). While I have a strong age play side to myself and thoughts of how comforting this action could be entered my mind, they were quickly pushed aside by other thoughts. The fear that he would recoil from my diapered self. That seeing me in diapers would shatter the image he had of me as a powerful and confident woman. That somehow this would irreparably damage or change our relationship dynamic. And a host of other thoughts. I tried to explain some of these thought to him but I was emotionally and physically exhausted. I ended with saying something like how I’d like to spend the night together but I wasn’t quite ready. He looked inquiringly at me, same eyebrow raise, asking an unasked question. I blurted out “they aren’t like little pads or anything, they’re…” Still unable to say the ‘D’ word, “like big and stuff…” “Oh” he replied again, the same tone of understanding. “Like a…” Not wanting him to say it, I interjected “Diaper, yes.” I was no longer sobbing but tears were still streaming down my face, and I buried my face in the blankets to dry it and hide my growing embarrassment and burning cheeks. “Oh” he said again, somewhat lighter. “Hun, it’s ok.” He comforted. “I don’t mind, or… I don’t think I’d mind.” His self-correction seemed honest but a little scary. “We can give it a try?” He inquired. I explained how I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about it and then, in a strange attempt to change the topic, or maybe avoid the issue entirely, I lapsed into a lengthy explanation of the treatment I was planning on receiving. I explained the Botox, how it can wear out (not the technical term) and how I was waiting to do it again, and how after that things should get back to normal. Basically pushing away the whole spending the night together issue until then. He asked how long it might be, and I explained how I had different appointments first and it would likely be a few months. He seemed downcast at this point and suggested again that we could try, that that was a long time. I ended by asking for some time and that I would think about it. A little vague but I was exhausted. I hugged him again, sobbing a little more, and thanks him for being so wonderful. He just held me until I broke free and got up to finish changing for the walk back to my room (it’s not too far, in the same college, but involves lots of stairs and some outdoors). I pulled on my Pyjama bottoms and collected some of my remaining clothing (in the past few weeks of my making nightly cuddle-avoiding escapes I had left all sorts of clothes around his place and also taken to bringing my pijama’s with me on occasion to change into, sort of a suggestion that I might stay but really just something comfortable to scamper home in). I got my bag and kissed him good night and hurried to my room. I hurried to the downstairs bathroom to pee (I always go after sex and I am constantly worried that if I don’t, I will get another UTI). My underwear was sticky and wet, and left over from our almost forgotten love-making earlier in the evening. I then went straight back to my room. When I got back to my room I immediately changed for bed, and yes this involved taping on a large diaper, as I didn’t hadn’t gone much before. I crawled into bed, grabbed an additional pillow and stuffy and cuddled them until I fell asleep. Sleep didn’t come quickly despite my exhaustion, and I spend a bit of time crying, but not sure why, my mind filled with fleeting images and scenarios, and part of it making other wild calculations. The Planning Oh, so you thought this was going to be a short experience. It’s not. Anyhow, things between us were much better. For the next week and a half, I spend at least 4 evenings over at his place and he didn’t ask any questions when I got up at the end and didn’t come back. At the end of the second week since I ‘came out’ I had another appointment, this one with a specialist, having been previously referred from my GP. I was a consultation and I wasn’t expecting much, but was still nervous. It was a new urologist, I don’t know what happened to the elderly Indian doctor who I had seen previously for my UTI, but well he was replaced with an unknown doctor. Helping to foster our new even more open relationship, I told my boy friend about the appointment and my worries (new doctor, different health system, unknown length of time to treatment etc.). And he was comforting, I declined his offer to come (which would have been embarrassing having him wait in the waiting room, and also inconvenient because it would be like mid-day and likely drag him away from his research). While reassuring me, he again offered to have me spend the night, a sort of way of making me more comfortable with this sort of thing. I said something like, that’s ok, not yet. Well the appointment was not bad. They didn’t tell me that I would be doing a flow test but I came with a pretty full bladder anyhow, so that worked out fine. I was relieved not to see the very attractive male nurse who sometimes worked there and well the doctor was a 40 something friendly British guy who talked me through the next few steps. When I came back and next saw my BF again I told him some of this timeline, again part of the new open thing. He was really caring and again offered to have me spend the night, which again I declined. Well another week went by. On the bedwetting front things had not really changed. I was on a different medication (Desmopressing, one which I’ve had before), which helps during the day, but does only a little during the night (well a little bit, I tend to wet a little less, which means I can wear smaller diapers but they are still wet in the morning, damp on good nights). A few more evenings at the BF’s room and me still stealing away like a thief in the night. My BF was getting a little antsy and told me again that he wanted to try to spend the night. He expressed his fears to me, saying that I had a lot invested in the treatment and what if it didn’t work, and I still ended up ‘having problems’ at night. He’d looked into the treatment a little and found that there’s no guarantee (being the scientist that he is, I should have guessed he’d research it in greater depth). I hadn’t thought of this, in my mind the Botox would be the golden bullet which solved all of these problems, I hadn’t thought about how it might take a few weeks to really work (like last time), and what if it didn’t, or again what would happen in 3-4 years… I was surprised and gratified, he saw us being together for a long time, which was great, and was really making an effort to make things normal and work despite my problem (another check in the box!). But this was also scary, it meant that I couldn’t get out of avoiding the whole spending the night thing, that I would need to do it. So this time when I told him that I needed to think about it, he said ok, but that I should think about when as well as how. He didn’t ask again for a week, but it was clear that it was going to happen. And well part of me wanted it to happen. As I have said, I’ve not (still as of writing) told him about all my fetishes. He knows I like it a little rough, some hand-cuffs (but what girls doesn’t right?), a little spanking, and that I love dressing up like a schoolgirl (which he also loves). But he doesn’t know just how little that schoolgirl is in my mind, or my other fantasies… Spending the night with him in a diaper, for medical reasons, was a very, very first step to these kinkier things, if they were ever going to happen. If I couldn’t cuddle next to him in a diaper, however could I ask him to change me, or spank and punish me after I’ve had an accident? The analytical part of my brain kicked into planning mode. I study philosophy and planning and analytical thinking is part of that, and I like to plan things out very carefully. You should see the amount of planning I put into trying anal with one of my previous BF’s or on the night I lost my virginity…Anyhow, so plan I did. I spent many hours planning out what I would do, how and where I would do it, and a wide range of contingencies. While cuddling in bed with a diaper under a thick pair of pyjamas may be ok, I was also horrified about such things as: - Walking about the room where he could hear the crinkle. Now diaper lovers love this sound and without context, most people would assume it’s just clothing, but if the other person knew, then well every step would be a giveaway, and just heap more embarrassment on. - I had to think about changing. Again, cuddling was one thing, but there was no way I was going to lay on the bed in front of him, with my legs spread, and change myself into a diaper. So this had to be planned for. - I also had to make plans for changing in the morning. Waking up wet was almost an inevitability, though I would certainly take precautions (like going to the bathroom before (twice), avoiding liquids 6 hours before bed, no caffeine or sugary drinks all day, extra (double or triple) desmopressin), these things would certainly minimize wetting, which was crucial to avoiding any leaks, as this would be even more horrific, but I still needed a morning plan. Again going to bed with someone wearing a diaper is not the same as waking up next to them in a wet one. More embarrassing than wearing a diaper is wearing a wet on, a dead giveaway that you need the diaper, a sign of shame, of failed continence, and so on. - Leak minimization was certainly required and here a difficult decision needed to be made. I had to balance the desire to wear as thin, as inconspicuous, as discreet a diaper as possible, with the counterbalancing desire not to have said diaper leak. I mean I could have worn a Goodnite or a Tena Discreet and I don’t think he’d have noticed (I’ve worn the latter some times during the day and he certainly has not noticed), but I would have woken up in wet pyjamas. Basically I had to come up with the Pareto optimal absorbency-to-discretion ratio. So for the next week I kept a meticulous voiding diary. I’ve kept these before for my doctors so it wasn’t too big of a deal, and I’ve also analyzed them myself to understand my body and its foibles. As I’ve said I’ve done this in the past, back when I was an undergrad, I knew all the steps to take to make my wetting manageable when I was away on conferences (and even did a few awake all nights things… which is of course a different story). But since my UI had come back, it wasn’t quite the same as before, so some studying was necessary. I took a 200mg dose of Desmopressin all week, and this was pretty good at keeping wetting down. I also experimented with different padding options. I rejected Goodnites, even though with reduced wetting they could have worked but they are also tight, could tear (and fall off), and most of all, the feature which I like best about them (the adorable designs), is an added embarrassment. Wearing a diaper in front of someone for the first time is one thing, but wearing a children’s diaper is quite something else. So I experimented with my rather large collection. I even tried slipping a baby diaper into one of my slimmer diapers as a soaker. I worked out the following plan, which rather than tell you the plan, I’ll just tell you how I went about spending my first night with my BF in a diaper. And yes that is a 6000 word preamble. Diaper Cuddles So the week had gone by and my planning was in full swing. After dinner on Friday I told my BF that I wanted to spend the night with him the next Friday night-Saturday morning. This would give me lots of wiggle room in the morning (so neither of us had to get up for work and I could slip out and change as needed, and no pun intended), it also happened to work for both of us. All week I was frightfully nervous, and kept my voiding diary (I actually used a copy of the forum my doctor had given me and well I ended up later giving it to my doctor and he was rather impressed by the detailed two week account to say the least). I planned and re-planned. It was a busy week so we weren’t able to get together and spend too much time together, but I made time Thursday evening for an amorous encounter. A crucial part of my plan was not changing in front of him, and so if we got together (did Friday night dinner), and then things got frisky, I would have to change in front of him. The other options involved: - changing in the washroom downstairs when I went down for my pre-bed time pee, was impractical as while I’m pretty adept at putting on a diaper standing in a stall I’d rather not, and also it would mean trudging up several flights of stairs with a very padded and potentially crinkly bottom and risk running into neighbours and other students etc. So that was out. - Changing in the room (yes it’s just one room), with him say outside of the room, would be an awkward (post-coital), and in the room but not looking would be too risky (men always peek, right?). So sex was off for Friday night, so to make up for this, I texted him Thursday afternoon and he came over to my place for a quickie. While most of our amorous adventures took place at his place, my room is not entirely off limits, though since the recurrence of my problem it has been. This may be kissing and telling but when he did come over I at first tried to have him take me up against my dresser so that we would avoid going on the bed, with the now tell-tale crinkle of the plastic mattress cover, but well we ended up on the bed… So skipping tastefully and discreetly ahead to Friday. I was very careful during the day. I basically followed all of the lifestyle things they recommend to cut back wetting. I drank a normal about of water during the day (yes dehydrating yourself it not actually a good option, believe me, and medical research incidentally). However, around 5 pm I cut back, and only had a small glass of water over dinner. I took two Desmopressin tablets (400mg) over the course of the day (one in the morning the usual time and another one with my last cup of water). I visited the washroom every hour, as close to the hour as possible and tried to pee eve if I didn’t have to (I usually try to visit the washroom every 2 hours and had been working to extend that somewhat). Dinner was fantastic as always and after dinner on a sort of ambling walk, I told my BF some of the plan. I had previously told him that we were going to be spending the night at my place, with the unspoken implication that this was clearly because of the plastic sheet and proximity to my supplies, and he understood this well. Nothing like home turf advantage. I also told him how things were going to work out, or how I’d like them to work out (guys, when a lady tells you how she’s like things to work out, that is basically how it’s going to be, no arguments). I was wearing a semi-formal black dress (nothing fancy, I couldn’t be bothered to plan my wardrobe as I was too busy planning my evening and night time arrangements. A simple ponytail, flats, a strapless bra and simple white cotton bikini panties with a pad (for those following along at home this is a non-optimal panty choice for a black dress but the dress was long and also the dress does not lead to VPLs). The BF, as an aside, was handsome as always in a dark gray suit, with a funny science tie (he somehow has about 12 of these, things with little DNA molecules on them, frogs all sorts of ridiculousness). Anyhow we walked about town a little, it’s a lovely town and lots of funny things going on all the time. The walk may have been a little longer than normal but it was partly to calm my nerves and partly to let the glass of water I had with dinner work through my system. It was about 10:30, and I’d planned bedtime for lime 11:30 to midnight, so not too late but also not too early so there was lots of cuddling while awake going on (with all the inherent and potentially horrific opportunities for feeling a girls diaper under her pyjamas). We ended up at a college bar where the BF had a beer, and I, not wanting to appear too paranoid, had another small glass of water, which I got mostly as a prop, but ended up drinking most of it as the evening wore on. At about 11:20 we left the bar and made it back to the stairs up to my room. I told the BF to come up and wait in the sort of common area for a while, while I got changed. Well, I didn’t say that directly but what I did say was “you wait here” as we passed the lounge, “and come in in exactly 20 minutes, no sooner, ok? I’ll leave the door unlocked, just knock and come in.” He agreed and sat in the lounge. I felt a little bad just leaving him there but all of my neighbours know him, and he’s got a spiffy phone which contains hours of entertainment. Anyhow as I walked to my room my heart was pounding. I almost forgot some of my careful planning, like visiting the washroom one more time before bed. So I hurriedly took off my dress, took out my pony tail, took off the somewhat uncomfortable bra and pulled on a t-shirt and PJ bottoms. I took a few minutes brushing my hair to calm my nerves and removed my makeup. Next I checked the bed one last time, I’m not sure why, but I guess making sure that the plastic sheet in place and not too noisy. It’s a pretty good quality one I bought. The college supplied a cheaper one but it was too noisy for sharing the bed so I went to M&S and bought a quilted thing. It is harder to clean but less noisy. I went to the box under my bed where I keep all my diapers and selected the one I’d planned on wearing. For tonight I decided to wear Depend’s Fitted Briefs. I had initially wanted to wear my Tena Flex, because they are so quiet but they are way too bulky. Depends are less bulky but more plasticky. I took the diaper out and hid it under the pillow. Then, taking my keys, and shower bag, I left (locking the door), and hurried downstairs for my last pee(s) before bed. I hurried past the lounge so I didn’t have to run into the BF, and headed downstairs, where I peed as much as I could, brushed my teeth and then tried peeing again (double voiding for those following along at home). I then hurried upstairs, aware of the fact that I had about 6 minutes to get changed into a diaper and into bed before my boy came knocking. So I got back into my room, my heart rate high, and stripped off my bottoms and panties (the pad was pretty much dry thanks to my daytime routine and likely also to the Desmopressin, I think the moisture in it may have been from sweat). I locked my door, pulled out the diaper and laid it on the bed, and spread it open. I got out my baby powder. I had had previously debated using this, as the smell, always a huge comfort and turn on for me, would also be a very obvious non-visual sign and very baby-ish, more so than wearing a diaper. My initial plan was not to use any but the moisture in my pad and sweat from stress suggested I do otherwise. And so I made a split-second change of plan to use a small amount. I lay back on my bed on top of the open diaper (while I can put on a diaper standing up in a small bus washroom, I prefer not to and it’s harder to get everything in the correct place to cut down on leaks), I spread my legs and applied a tiny amount of baby powder to the sweatier places and pulled up the front of the diaper. I tried fastening the tapes and ended up messing them up, leaving way too much room around the legs. Normally if this happened I would just re-adjust the tapes but as this was a special occasion and I didn’t want a tape coming undone in the night. So I dove under the bed and grabbed another fresh diaper, tossing the other one back in the box. I lay back down and this time fastened the tapes, my heart was still pounding. Once it was fastened, I stood up to check everything was in place, which it was, this time (I’m usually pretty good at this, I should be by now). I went to my panty drawer and selected a pair of boy-short panties (the ones with the polka dots, which are both thick and have lots of coverage, I might have featured them in other experiences, and pictured here:), and slipped those over the diaper, being careful to obscure the waistband, another giveaway. I then hastily pulled my pyjama bottoms up, tied the waist string in a double knot (I usually don’t bother tying them up), and walked over to the door. I had accomplished all of my preparations in about 18 minutes, a little longer than planned, but I had given myself a little extra time for panicky fingers fumbling with tapes and general panic. I turned down the lights (leaving only the bedside light on), unlocked the door, brushed the little baby powder which had got onto the duvet cover away, and crawled into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin. The diaper crinkles ominously as I move. Making sure they cover all of the waistband of the diaper, I run my finger all the way around and I pull up the pyjama bottoms again. And now I waited, it was too late now to go back. I fought the urge to jump up and lock the door, and text my BF that we would do it another night. I fought the urge to take the diaper off and shove it under the bed with its companions, soggy morning be damned. But no I lay there, hugging myself, staring at the door, waiting for it to open. Wow waiting sucks, I was sweating pretty good and glad I had put on the baby powder, I suddenly realized that I should never have excluded it at all, as I had not thought about the temperature difference sharing a bed with someone. While I was contemplating this, there was a knock at the door and my BF’s voice. “Rachel, can I come in?” He asked. I struggled for words. This was the moment of truth, where everything would be revealed. Well not quite, I was still protected by the duvet and layers of clothing. I let out a sort of croak, which after clearing my throat, was able to turn into a loud “Un-Huh.” And the door opened. In walked my BF, still in his suit from dinner, the tie off and collar loosened. He was smiling reassuringly and first looked to my desk where I’m often sitting when he comes to visit (working of course, what else). I made a little noise from the bed and he looked over, and I felt naked before him, despite the covers, duvet, pyjamas and panties. The look he gave me wasn’t one of those looks thought (the kind you get at bars when you wear a short skirt and you feel like the man is staring at your most intimate parts even if they are just barely covered, and well ladies will know what I’m talking about), it was all in my mind, his look was kind, inquiring and concerned, but I felt exposed before him, laid bare. This wasn’t a good start I thought, as he was only just standing in the room. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to calm down and when I opened them he was still there, locking the door behind him. “Shall I?” He asked. I nodded and he began to undress. With each item – the jacked, the shoes – I felt like I was getting closer to something – the socks, the shirt – closer to some significant moment for which I was both terrified and excited. I felt very much like I did on the night I lost my virginity, though perhaps less apprehensive and scared of physical pain and more of an emotional kind of fear, fear perhaps of being humiliated or heartbroken. My mind filled with thoughts of this nature, and it’s a little overwhelming. The shirt. And now he was standing before me in his boxer-briefs (that’s what you call the tight sort of boxer things right?) and I nodded. I usually sleep with in pyjamas with panties and a t-shirt from force of habit, and he varies, usually wearing boxers or boxer-briefs only, maybe a shirt in the winter. His reassuring smile and look was comforting as he approached the left side of the bed (I’m ensconced on the right). Now did I mention these are small college beds? Not a hotel king sized where you can splay out and never know that there’s another 6 people sharing it with you (hyperbole), or even a queen where cuddling is encourage but still optional. The beds are not quite singles, I think the college knows that student’s will fuck, but they certainly don’t encourage it, or apparently do not, due to their bed size selection. Anyhow I dared not move for fear of making a crinkling sound, which was audible when I first dove under the covers. He pulled back the covers and climbed in. As he did I looked down, inspecting my bottoms to see if anything was visible. There was certainly a bulge (or was I only noticing it), but no, the waistband is thankfully still concealed (as it should be as I’ve not really moved since climbing in). So there he was, laying beside me, propped up on an elbow gazing at me caringly, and he cracks a joke, well sort of, he says jocularly “Looking a little tense there sport.” I cracked a smile, and without any further warning he wrapped his arms around my neck and torso and pulled me into a hug. Too quick for me to squirm away, though once I was ensconced I can’t imagine doing so. I heard a tiny crinkle as he pulled me into the embrace and grimaced inwardly. But he didn’t appear to notice, or, what is much more likely, pretended not to. I let out a huge breath which I hadn’t realized I was holding and let myself be enveloped. “See, nothing to worry about hun.” He reassured, hugging me closely. I hugged him back and a few tears of relief escaped my eyes. I’m not usually a weepy type of person but all of this had really touched on some conflicted and powerful emotions for me. I murmured something about being so relieved and we laid down, still hugging. Despite his reassuring nature I was mostly hugging with my torso, pressing my breasts into him and keeping my pelvis a little further away. If this were a regular night, he’d likely bring a hand down to my bum and pull me into him, and I’d usually feel his hard bulge pressing into me. But not tonight thankfully. Respectfully he only hugged my top, a sort of awkward Jr. high school hug, keeping the important bits far away. “Are you ok hun?” He asked. “Yes, now I am,” I stammered out the cliché, but it was true. In his arms I felt ok, I don’t know what I had been so worried about, and then shifting my weight slightly I heard the crinkle and remembered. Well we hugged for a while, longer than would be normal, I’m pretty sure his bottom arm was falling asleep but he kept hugging like a pro. After a while we came apart and lay on our sides, facing each other but about a foot apart, and talked, just like it was a regular night. After a little while, I moved a little closer and kissed him, and then thanked him for being so supportive. He smiled and kissed me back. We talked for a little while longer and then moved over to turn off the light. As I did, the sound of the diaper was audible in the silence. I cringed inwardly, at least I think it was inwardly, but he must have noticed my discomfort and hugged me from behind. “Rachel,” using my name, “look, please don’t worry so much, I don’t care really, it’s not big deal.” I gave a sort of sheepish smiled squirming around to face him in his arms. “Well it is to me, I’ve been so scared and well nervous and stuff, and well I shouldn’t be embarrassed I guess but I am.” “I understand, just don’t worry about me, ok?” He said. “Ok.” I said. We said our good nights and kissed and lay down to sleep, still a little apart. My heart was still racing and I wasn’t going to sleep any time soon. I just lay there, a million thoughts running through my head. Did he really think it was ok? What was he really thinking? What if I leaked? Should we cuddle or spoon? How did I really feel about this? How was it going? Could I tell him more? Should I cuddle him? I lay there for a good while, just trying to breathe deeply and calm myself down and sort out my thoughts. “Still awake hun?” He asked after a good while. “Unh-huh.” I confirmed. “Wanna talk some more?” He inquired. “Unh no, but I do want to…” I said and moved closer to spoon him. As I curled my body around his I was totally aware of the minute sounds my diaper was making, and its feeling against my slightly-sweaty skin. I manoeuvred close to him, my diaper pelvis close to his bum. He was content and I was, surprisingly, rather relaxed. I snuggled up against him, cognoscente of my padding, but tried to make the cuddle as normal as usual. We spooned for a little while but it didn’t quite seem as physically intimate as usual. It was certainly emotionally intimate thought, as here I was pressed up against a man, wearing a diaper. Well without too much warning, and still awake, he rolled over and moved to entwine our limbs into a more cuddle position. I kept my legs firmly together when he tried to interpose one of his legs between them, though part of me wanted to acquiesce. “Spoon then?” he mumbled and I assented. I lay there expecting to return to being the big spoon as before, but he didn’t move, and instead moved to roll me over. I was loath to be the little spoon as it took away much of my agency in controlling the distance between parts of our bodies this time I gave in and noisily rolled over and curled into the little spoon. He enveloped me, pressing his body around me, like warm clay being pressed against a mould. I could feel his chest against me back, his left arm draped over me, moving across my stomach. His pelvis pressed against my amply padded bum and his legs running the length of mine. At first I had a minor panic when his pelvis made the back side of my diaper crinkle, but he did not pull away, and if anything pushed a little harder, as if he’d forgotten I was wearing protection. My initial panic subsided and was soon replaced by a most magnificent feeling, I felt warm and comforted and secure. Like the way a diaper makes me feel but then some, and all over. Warm and protected in all possible ways. I was amazing, like I was being cuddled in every possible way, like all cuddles before this one were not quite as cuddly as they could have been. All my fears were somehow unfounded or at least over the top. In all my panic, I had not thought about all the benefits associated with taking this risk. I’d forgotten how long I’d yearned to be held like this while wearing a diaper. To be treated as a little girl and held in Daddy’s strong arms, protected from the monsters of the world. In other words, bliss. Curled inside the safe embrace my heart rate slowed and I was soon asleep. The Morning After I awoke, remembering the warm embrace in which I fell asleep, a marvelous feeling of being protected and cuddled like a little girl. It was not too early, around 9:00 am, the sun was up though and it was a pretty nice day outside. I was wrapped around my BF, having some time in the night assumed the big spoon position once again, and pressed against him for warmth. I was groggy and my eyes were full of sleep, and I subconsciously pressed myself into him further, pushing my pelvis against his bum. As I did so I felt the wet, squishy-ness of a wet diaper. As expected, I had wet in the night and now here I was almost humping my BF while wearing the wet diaper. I was suddenly wide awake, and would have jumped out of bed right there if it would not have woken him. Instead, and showing amazing quick thinking for that early in the morning, I slowly moved away from him adding about a foot and a half between us. I then reached down, feeling the crotch of my pyjama bottoms, checking for leaks. I reached my hand around to my bum, to check the usual spots. Fortunately, my regime had worked and the diaper had absorbed everything which I had leaked in the night, and the night time leak had not been very significant. I now faced the conundrum, and one for which I had been thinking through different eventualities during my previous weeks of planning. I was laying beside my sleeping BF wearing a wet diaper. The challenge was now to somehow change without him seeing, and preferably knowing. I knew that this wasn’t going to be like the odd sleepover Goodnite thing where you could get up and change and be dressed for the day when your friends woke up and just claimed to have got up early (or even change in your sleeping bag and wear the wet Goodnite home which I did once as well), he would know I had wet the bed. I don’t know why this mattered so much, I had already told him I wet the bed (nearly every night as I had admitted), so he could very well expect me to wet this past night, only that admitting to it verbally and providing physical evidence seem totally different. I lay there thinking. My plan was, once he woke up, to have him go to the washroom while I changed (again there was certainly no way I was going to get up and head downstairs to the washroom to change out of the diaper. This may have been a student building and it was a weekend but people would still be up in the morning and I didn’t relish waddling and crinkling my way downstairs in a wet diaper. To put my plan in motion my BF had to be awake, which for the time being, he wasn’t. Waking him up urgently wasn’t really a good option either, as this would imply that some urgency was needed, which again would have been not part of my plan of ‘playing it cool.’ So I moved a little closer to my BF and nuzzled him a little in an effort to gently prod him awake. He made a noise and unexpectedly rolled over and pulled me close. Painfully aware of the wet diaper between my legs I lay there being hugged and tried to shimmy my pelvis away from him. I was not successful and I could feel a hard thing pressed against my padded sex. At once I felt scared and naughty. Oh how in my fantasies I’d be woken up, gently changed by Daddy and maybe given extra special attention down there. I was also scared that his amazing acceptance of last night would vanish in the morning once he found out I was wet. I squirmed a little and moved away. This time he stirred and I saw his eyes open blearily. “Mornin’ hun.” He mumbled. “Morning.” I replied, trying to not let me complete wakefulness and nervousness into my tone. “Sleep well?” He asked. “Urm… yeah.” Not expecting the question. He had noticed my nervousness. “Everything ok hun?” He asked, a little more awake. “I’m ok, yeah.” I said with some trepidation. My body language and inflection had given the game away, now he’d know I’d wet the bed and would laugh at me, or be disgusted or something like that. Or so I thought. He smiled blearily. Now that he was awake I could put my plan in action. “Sweety?” I asked, “do you need to visit the washroom?” The line seemed even more corny and contrived when I said it allowed, believe me. Maybe a little too mothering as well. “I’m ok for now.” He replied hesitantly. “Well if you go now we can do some more cuddling when you get back…” I suggested. Getting my hint, I think, he agreed and slowly got out of bed. He was still a little hard and I could see the not-inconsiderable bulge in his underwear. He stretched and bent down and pulled on his pants and in bare feet slipped into his shoes, and without putting on anything else unlocked the door and headed out. The second the door closed I sprang into action. I threw off the covers and stood up, checking once more that I had not leaked. I stepped over to the door and locked it. Then I pulled down my pyjama bottoms and polka dot panties to inspect the damage. The wetness indicator was indicating what I already knew. I tore open the tabs and dropped the diaper to the ground. I quickly rummaged in the spot where I hide my baby wipes and pulled them out. I rapidly swabbed my diaper area with the wipes, attempting to clean as thoroughly and quickly as I could. Halfway through I realized I was not doing a very thorough job and slowed down. I probably used more wipes than I actually needed to (well over 5), but I cleaned everything as best I could. I tossed the used wipes into the diaper which was still laying open on the floor where I had let it fall. Touching myself was strange, I was trying to go quickly, as I know how quick boys can be in the loo, so it as a little clinical but at the same time I felt tingles and blushing of sensation and it felt good. I again thought about the warm complete feelings I’d had while being held wearing the diaper and the eroticism of the moment hit me again. Breaking my own revelry I then grabbed a towel and towelled off my diaper area, as it was rather damp from the wet-wipes. Clean and dry I went to put my pyjama’s back on. I thought about putting on the same panties, just sans-diaper but then thought against it. Instead I went to my panty drawer and pulled on a pair of while with pink polka dot bikini cut panties. Then I pulled my pyjama’s back on. While I was doing this there was a thump on the door. I don’t think my BF knew that it was locked and just walked into it, thinking it would open. “Rachel?” I heard muffled from the other side. “You there hun?” Panicking again I hastened “One minute.” And I sprang went into overdrive. I quickly bundled up the diaper filled with wipes. I balled it up, using the tapes to hold the tightly rolled ball together (anyone who has changed a diaper knows this trick). I then reached under my sink and pulled out a very opaque plastic bag which I’d kept for this purpose, and making far too much crinkling sound, I stuffed the diaper into the bag, knotted it, and then, in a total absentmindedness and haste, tossed it under the bed into my box of diapers. I then hurried to the door, unlocked it and let my scantily clad and slightly confused boyfriend back in. “Thanks hun, everything ok?” He asked. I nodded, still a little flustered from my final clean up dash. I pulled him to the bed, undoing his pants as he went. He had to pull them off, or risk tripping on them. We crawled into bed together and this time I entangled our legs, perhaps in some subconscious effort to show I wasn’t wearing a diaper and to make up for my frigidity the night before, I spread my legs and pressed my sex into his warm thigh. He looked at me as I did a little surprised, or perhaps bemused? Anyhow we cuddled a little while longer. I thanked him for being so understanding, to which he said ‘it was nothing and I had had nothing to worry about, and that he hadn’t even notice anything’ (at which I blushed considerably). And then I showed him just how happy I was that he had been so understanding and released all that stress and tension which had been building up in the previous days. I didn’t end up keeping those polka dot panties on for very long… Dénouement Wow, so this had turned out to be very much longer than I had anticipated. It kind of turned into a very personal journal entry, more focused on my emotions (silly as they were sometimes). If you’ve gotten this far, hurray, I hope you enjoyed it. It’s not your normal kind of experience focusing on a short wetting incident, but it was very powerful for me. Since this night, my BF and I have spent many nights together with me diapered (always). Always at my place, which has been a good thing as I got a little complacent and leaked once (which is a story for another time, as is my boyfriend seeing my diapers and me in a diaper (partly), as I wasn’t always so careful with the plan either). I’ve still not come out about my other interests but well soon I’ll get up the courage. I’ve subsequently had the procedure done (again another experience) and things on the UI front have been very good, with things basically back to how to status quo ante (yup that’s Latin). All in all I went two months sharing the bed with him diapered every time. I wore every night following the procedure (and still had some wet nights and day time troubles), but things have gotten much better. I stopped wearing at night (at first on my own for a week to see how things were), mid-October and so far no problems. So now the only time I wear at night is when I want to (which is sadly when I’m alone) or if I’ve been drinking (when I’m usually not sharing the bed with my BF, though this has happened once so far). I hope you enjoyed it. Rachel
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  6. Hey guys. I've got another story for ya. Remember this story? Well this time, we're looking at her younger sister Penny. It's a shorter story, but I might expand on it and put up a Part 2. For now, though, here's Penny. It was a cold Saturday morning to which Penny woke up, flaying her dark blonde hair out of her face, and she was enjoying the warmth of her bed, but there was something which was grabbing her attention. The young girl had to pee, and she had to pee very badly. That, however, required her to leave the warmth in which she so wanted to stay. She decided to hold it, not wanting to venture into the cold, and besides, she quite liked the feeling of needing the bathroom. She thus disobeyed her bladder, squirming in her bed, her hands in her crotch and her thighs squeezing them in place, all to hold back a load that was building up since before dinner the previous night. Her wriggling was enough to mess up the blankets, and her bladder was commanding significant attention. After many minutes of enjoying the feelings, Penny was interrupted. "Good morning, Penny." "Morning, Mum." Penny couldn't squirm in front of her mum, so she held extra hard to compensate. "I'm going to see friends today, so your sisters will be taking care of you." "Okay, Mum." "Goodbye, Penny. See you later." "Goodbye, Mum." Penny's squirming came back immediately, her need to pee having gotten worse since she woke up. Soon after, she looked at her clock, and saw it was 9:45, and she decided to hold it until 10:00. As the minutes ticked by, more pee entered her bladder and her wriggling got more extreme. She mumbled to herself *I don't need to pee, I can hold it* but was now moaning at the effort to keep her wee inside her. She looked at her clock again and saw it was five minutes to ten, and crossed her legs tight around her hands. "I can hold it, I can hold it, mmh, mmh, I can hold it." The clock moved very slowly as Penny struggled to keep back the flood that was at the edge of her control, and a few drops escaped before the clock finally struck ten. Penny slowly got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, both hands firmly in her crotch. When she arrived, she looked at the toilet, but then contemplated holding it longer, as it still felt really good to not let go. It was a decision between releasing then and holding it with the toilet right there, and despite being close to wetting herself, Penny decided to brush her teeth first. With the toilet so close to her, she brushed her teeth while stepping on the spot and squeezing her hand in place with her legs, and while in the middle of her task, Holly came in. "Good morning, Penny. Squirming again? You really don't like peeing, do you? Ah well, since you ain't using the toilet, I will. I haven't gone since yesterday and I'm about to wet myself." Holly walked in and sat on the toilet, and started peeing soon after. Penny now had to hold through the sound of urine hitting water, and started leaking because of it. Holly had so much pee that Penny finished brushing her teeth and turned around to wait for her, both hands clutched in herself and legs writhing around them. Penny's underwear was now soaked, and she was starting to pee through her pyjamas. "Get off the toilet!" "I'm not done, Penny." "I can't hold it any longer!" It was more than two minutes until Holly stopped, and then she wiped and got up, only to close the toilet lid and sit on it. "Hey! Let me pee!" "Nah. I like seeing you dance around." "I'm gunna pee myself!" "Come on, you can hold it. You're a big girl. Besides, you like holding it, don't you?" Penny did indeed like holding, and even in her current state, it still felt really good, but Penny's pyjamas were slowly getting wetter and wetter as her bladder slowly gave way. She held on for a few more minutes, Holly bearing witness to the slow drenching of her pyjamas, but then Penny realised that the shower was available, so she rushed inside and took of her pants as fast as she could, and just let go. Penny's relief was plastered on her face, and Holly's devilish smile at her sister's plight turned to a face of astonishment at how much Penny was letting go, as it was a whole minute before she was finished. Penny stood there for a few minutes, fatigued after her ordeal, but afterwards, after Holly had left, she had a shower to clean up, and then went on with the rest of her day.
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  7. Does anyone have a membership or any of the videos from this girl? I've seen some of her wetting vids pop up on here from time to time but never any of her bulk of diaper vids, which from what I've seen are very good. http://www.daisydiapered.com/
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  8. Version 1.0.1

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    Contrary to what seems to be the norm in JAVs, the vast majority of wettings in this one are shorts or pants. In fact, out of 20, only two are in skirts (they're in parts 3 and 5). Four wettings per ~20 minute part, of which this has five. Its product code is "70-55FLD" backwards if you wanna look for similar stuff on jade-net-home.com. Enjoy!
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  9. When the bar’s bathroom is too busy, and Alisha can’t hold it any longer, she resorts to putting on a diaper in order to relieve her bladder in this video. As the video starts we join Ryann Rain and Alisha Adams as they are playing pool in a bar. Things are going swimmingly, except that Alisha needs to pee. No longer able to ignore her bladder, she runs off to the bathroom to seek relief. Only moments later Alisha returns, as desperate to pee as ever. The bathroom, she reports, has a huge line. Rather then waiting in line, she decides to keep playing pool, waiting for the length of the line to decrease. However, after a couple more minutes of playing, her need to pee has risen to emergency levels. Again, she rushes off to the bathroom, hoping the line has got shorter. She returns soon after, the line has only got longer in the past few minutes, not shorter as she hoped. In dire need of relief, she starts to panic that she might have an accident. It is then that Ryann reveals her secret, and why she hasn’t gone to the bathroom all night. Ryann, it turns out, has been wearing an adult diaper. She lets Alisha in on this secret, briefly unfastening her pants to show her diaper. She also states that she has an extra diaper with, and offers it to Alisha. With her bladder about to explode, Alisha ecstatically accepts the bulky adult diaper. Trying to hide in the corner of the bar, as Ryann tries to shield her from view, Alisha quickly puts the diaper on. No sooner does she get it on and starts to pull up her pants when she lets go. Her relief is palpable as the contents of her swollen bladder flow freely into the bulky, absorbent, undergarment. As she wraps up peeing, Alisha takes a brief moment to soak in the sensation- Orgasmic relief combined with a warm, wet, squishy diaper. Once she collects herself, she turns back to the game of pool and they continue playing. Frame grabs (nudity warning)-
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  10. I had a really weird experience last night with bed-wetting. That's unusual enough, because I think I've wet the bed maybe twice in my life since being toilet-trained, but the circumstances around this made it extra strange. I usually wake up a few times during the night. No big deal, I'm used to it, all I have to do is roll over and go back to sleep. I got up once in the night to pee like I normally have to, and went back to bed. The second time I woke up, I realized it was wet and warm all around my crotch and butt. For some reason, it didn't even cross my mind that I might have wet the bed (like I said, that never happens). I figured either my period had started, or it was from a really good sleep-orgasm or something. I was really tired and didn't feel like dealing with it so I went back to sleep. Come this morning, I went to the bathroom and there were still a few wet patches on my pajama pants. It had mostly dried, but it definitely smelled like pee. Here's the unusual part...there wasn't a single wet spot on the sheets or mattress, and no smell of pee there either! I'm still not sure what happened. It could have been sleepwalking (another thing I never do), or maybe when I went to the bathroom at night I could've been half-asleep and forgotten to pull down my pants, but the wet pattern is what I'd expect from peeing while laying down. There's also the chance it was just a really small accident, but since I shift around a lot at night, I think at least a little would've gotten on the sheets. It was definitely a weird start to the morning. Hope some of you here enjoyed reading.
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  11. Have to agree with you there !! She has maybe the sexiest legs of any actress !
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  12. This seems like the most reasonable course of action XD Although, we could take a while on purpose, so that Faust comes looking for us and we can step out in front of him completely unclothed... Could be interesting.
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  13. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    A doodle I drew, while I was stuck at the Almond Festival. But I can draw in my sketchbook anywhere. And since my padded pal, SmilingSammi gave me the idea to buy a toned-paper sketchbook (thank you, you cute little puppy. ^^) I can now sketch whenever I'm stuck somewhere without my tablet. Of course the character is Xoda from the cool little video game I bought off the 3DS Eshop, called "Noitu Love 2" An action shooter, with a similar feel like Sega's "Gunstar Heroes" or something the Wayforward company would make, like "Mighty Switch Force" Copyright (c) Konjak.org
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  14. "Tris get down here before you miss the bus! If you're late one more time you'll get suspended." Tris's eyes flew open to the sound of her mother yelling upstairs to her. She quickly responded. "Just a minute I'll be right down!" Hopping out of bed she quickly got dressed. Neglecting underwear she put on a light green top with a skirt that went to about mid-thigh. Running a brush through her hair she glanced in a mirror on her way out the bathroom. She was a 5' 7" brunette with a slightly athletic build and C cup breasts. Everything seems to be in order so she ran downstairs, drank a glass of orange juice, grabbed a pop tart and a water bottle then went outside to the bus stop. Once on the bus Tris realized she had forgotten to use the bathroom before leaving. It wasn't a very strong urge but it was still there nevertheless. She ate her pop tarts and finished the bottle of water on the 15 minute bus ride to school. When she arrived her best friend Emily was there waiting for her. "Hey Tris, almost thought you weren't gonna show up on time again." "Yea I was cutting it pretty close this morning, I had to run to make it to the bus." Tris forgot all about her bladder and chatted with Emily until the bell rand. Her first class and least favorite class was English. The teacher always went on and on in the same monotone voice. She was grateful she was in the back of the class where he didn't pay attention. Sitting down she remembered her need right away. Mr. Luckburg was notorious for never letting anyone to the bathroom but she raised her hand anyway. "May I please go to the restroom Mr. Luckburg?" "No Tris, class just started you should've went before" She was already fidgeting and still had 30 minutes of class left. The fact she didn't have panties on wasn't helping at all. Being exposed made her feel cold down there and the skirt wasn't helping any. The orange juice made itself known in her bladder as class continued. She couldn't sit still as the bottle of water she'd had made it's way down. A few of the boys couldn't stop glancing in her direction. She hoped class would end soon. With class almost over Tris's bladder was way fuller than she usually let it get. She was actively crossing her legs to stay in control. "Just a few more minutes" She kept telling herself. Class finally ended and Tris was still dry but right as she was going to go to the bathroom Emily walked up to her. "Hey Tris, you ready for the field trip to the play today?" "Shit, that was today? I completely forgot." "Yea its today. I can't believe you blanked you've been talking about it for weeks." Emily said slightly worried. "Lets go to the bus and get seats." "I need to make a quick stop to the bathroom first. Save me a spot I'll meat you there." Tris walked to the closest bathrooms only to find they were out of order. The sign on the door said they were remodeling. Groaning she glanced at a clock and realized she didn't have enough time to make it to the other bathroom. She almost considered using the men's room but though better of it and just filled her water bottle. "Damn it, why do the other bathrooms need to be so far away. Guess I need to hold for a while longer." She sighs. "I should probably refill my water bottle while I'm here at least." Emily waved to her from the back of the bus. "Hey, I got us good seats." "They're gonna kill my bladder though. I didn't get the chance to pee, the bathrooms were closed." "That sucks, are you going to be okay?" "I hope so but I haven't gone since last night." "Wow you've been holding for a really long time." "How long is this bus ride again?" "I think they said it's gonna be 2 hours." "Damn, I really hope I don't wet myself." It was just to hot inside the bus and she was so thirsty that she quickly finished off her water bottle, a choice she would soon regret. Shortly after the ride began Tris was holding herself as discretely as she could. Not 15 minutes later she was holding as hard as she could. She tried moving her legs slightly so could get a better grip when her bladder spasmed. A short spurt shot out into her skirt. "Emily I... I don't think I'm gonna make it. I just leaked a little." "I'm sorry I can't do anything to help. You're already on the window seat and I don't have anything you can pee in." Emily said with regret. The second the words "pee in" left Emily's mouth Tris realized she had a water bottle. How could she have been so stupid and not thought to pee in it. She frantically searched for it and showed it to her friend. "Do you think this is big enough to go inside?" "I don't know how big you bladder is but that should be fine." "Great can you keep an eye out for me? I'm gonna use it quick." "Yea no problem, I've got you covered." Tris lifted up her skirt slightly and moved the mouth of the bottle to her urethra opening. Emily saw she had no panties on was surprised but made no comment. Tris had just started peeing when all of the sudden the bus hit a huge bump causing her stream to go everywhere. "AHH! Stupid bus!" "Move the bottle closer." Emily quickly said. Tris quickly readjusted the bottle and was safely peeing into it again. She kept going and going and right when the bottle was about to overflow she finished. "You feel better?" Emily asked. "You have no idea." This is my first real attempt at writing anything so any feedback is welcomed! Hope you enjoyed the story.
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  15. It does become a drag time after time and boring if the truth be known, I think the site as lost its way from the earlier years when there were good realistic stories and plots. But if these type of videos sell then it must be worth while if it keeps the site going. How do you rehearse this type of video just standing there desperate to pee ?
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  16. There is a tonne of JAV in this exact format, I've posted some in the past, check out the downloads section and I'll look through my collection.
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  17. Dunno about you guys, but I LOVE women messing in their armor, so thought I'd throw in some of that. Here's the third and possibly final installment of my Overwatch stories, but I have ideas for other stories, in particular some World of Warcraft ones. As always, hope you guys enjoy. Pharah took flight. The jetpacks on her Raptorion suit made her an absolute menace to her ground-locked opponents. She quite enjoyed her reputation as a harbinger of death and destruction. How many battles had she won, simply because she’d been out-of-reach of her enemies? Even from high altitudes, she could still see how the occasional enemy would wet themselves at the mere sight of her. And if just seeing her didn’t do it, the ensuing barrage of rocket-fire would certainly get them in need of a fresh pair of underwear. She was always amused by her opponents’ weakness in this regard; she had never had an accident, not since she was a child. She’d kept her pants and boxer briefs (she preferred them to panties) clean on every mission. Some people, Tracer, in particular, were sure she was lying, but it was the truth. And after Zarya’s last mission, she was fairly sure she was now the only operative to have never done it at some point or another. She was kind of disappointed to see the giant woman return with soggy, filthy pants, as she’d figured Zarya was above that. She was also somewhat pleased, as this solidified that she was the only one with enough control to keep from making a puddle in her pants. As she looked at the battlefield of Route 66 below, she tried to spot enemy stragglers who strayed too far from their teams. Before long, she spotted the nefarious Sombra emerging from invisibility. Firing a quick few rockets, Sombra quickly cloaked and fled. Her invisibility was ineffective, however, as a trail of urine fell upon the ground wherever her unseeable body ran. She decided not to pursue her, and to let her live with shame. Looking around the battle below, she spotted Tracer in a bit of a pinch, she appeared to be stuck in one of Junkrat’s traps. -------------------------------------------- Tracer sprinted through a cave, occasionally using her dash to blink ahead several feet. As she exited through the mouth of the cave, she came to an immediate halt as searing pain shot through her right leg. She was only somewhat aware of the small jet of hot liquid that soaked her crotch when this happened. She shouted in pain, and looked down to see a very crude bear-trap holding her leg hostage. She holstered her twin smgs, and bent over in a position like she was tying her shoe; if only her situation were so innocent. She tried rather desperately to pull the jaws of the trap apart, before… Oh, crap. Mad laughter that sounded more like a hyena’s than a person’s echoed around her. Junkrat. He had some sixth sense to know when someone stepped in one of his infernal traps. He looked at her with an insane glare, clearly fantasizing about what she’d look like when she was in a million pieces. He pulled out his grenade launcher, while Tracer unloaded some “grenades” of her own. At the sight of the weapon that heralded impending doom, her continence simply… failed. She vainly covered her head with her arms, trembling slightly as her bladder poured hot piss through her tight, orange leggings. With one knee on the ground, the wetness ran down her left thigh, thoroughly soaking it in her liquid fear. At the exact same moment, a loud SQRLLTCH could be heard from her butt. Her mess came out fast and hard, in one second, it was inside her body, in the next, her cute and (formerly) pink panties. The warm muck settled comfortably in the space between her cheeks, as her pants offered little resistance. She was about to die, and she was ashamed that her last moments were going to be characterized by totally wetting and soiling herself. ...Except, she wasn’t dead. She looked up, and looked around for Junkrat, only to see him running after trying in vain to pair his grenade launcher against the airborne Pharah’s rocket launcher. And that means… Pharah saved her. Couldn’t it have been anyone else? In an immediate denial of her wish, the heavily-armored soldier landed in front of her, and began to help pull the trap apart. “Are you alright, Tracer?” Pharah asked, genuine concern in her voice. Judgmental as she was, she was still nice. “Yeah, fine, luv, just… shaken” Tracer answered, blushing as she fully realized her accident, wiggling her legs a bit feeling her mess squish around in the seat of her pants. “You sure don’t take it easy on your clothes, do you?” Here it comes, Tracer thought, “you know, you could always wear diapers like Hana and Mei,” though those two think it’s a secret, just about everyone on the team had known for some time about their choice of attire. “These things happen, luv. I still think you’re lying about never having to clean the seat of that armor!” Tracer replied, teasingly, giving a playful pat to Pharah’s armor-clad bum. “I promise you, Tracer, I’ve never lost control of my bladder or bowels for any reason,” Pharah said with a slight smirk. “Uh-huh. Well, we should probably get back to it,” Tracer said, re-drawing her guns and dashing back into the fray as Pharah finally pulled the trap open. ------------------------------------- She’s nothing if not tenacious, Thought Pharah, a river of pee down one leg, and a huge load on her butt, and she sprints back into combat. The only other person I know with that level of commitment is Widow- WIDOWMAKER!! Her thoughts were interrupted when she suddenly spotted the sniper in the distance, taking aim at her. Pharah hit the jet boost, and took flight. Widow tried to account for this, but was unable to time the shot correctly, instead taking off Pharah’s helmet. She flew high into the air, and fired a concussive grenade from her arm, hitting the ground near Widow, the force propelling her into a wall. She fell down, and even from this distance, Pharah could see the small lake of pee form around Widow’s thighs as she sat against the wall. She also could feel a horrible, wet warmth cascading down her legs, and falling through the gaps in her armor, creating an acidic, yellow rain for anyone below her. She was… peeing. In her armor. In her pants. In her underwear. And because she was scared. She finally felt her stream dying down, but the damage was done. The clothes she wore under her armor would be completely soaked. She was so distraught, she hardly even noticed the battle still going on until a few stray bullets flew towards her. She resumed fighting, but she was most definitely not bringing her A game, now. ------------------------------------- Symmetra momentarily poked her head out of her impromptu base, and saw the enemy Pharah there. Just as she was about to charge her with her particle beam cannon, the Pharah suddenly took flight, a bullet from her team’s sniper knocking Pharah’s helmet off. Then it started… raining? Did Pharah’s suit spring a leak or something? No wait. That wasn’t oil. It was Pharah who sprung a leak. She laughed, then retreated into her base. She’d built a shield generator and a wall of small turrets to protect it. So far, no one had been able to even entertain the thought of breaching her sanctum, but she saw someone running to try their hand at it… Tracer. Who had evidently been somewhat frightened, given the telltale stain on her pants. Symmetra readied her gun for the fight, but suddenly Tracer was gone. A blue flash raced by her, faster than anything she’d ever seen, and it rushed straight for her shield generator. Symmetra dived towards it, trying to protect it, when Tracer suddenly left the building. Symmetra was confused, until she heard a faint clicking. She looked down, and saw that Tracer had done more than just stop by to say “hello”. She’d left a pulse bomb. It’s amazing how much can happen in only a couple seconds. It felt like hours, during which Symmetra used her hard-light generator to project a shield barrier in front of her self. If she couldn’t save the generator, she was at least going to save herself. As this happened, her bowels released. A semisolid mess caused her “pants” (they were basically just panties, really) to bulge out considerably. For several moments after the blast had destroyed her work, she still stood stunned, loud sounds of plplbplbplbpllbplpb the only thing occupying the silence, as she continued to fill her shorts, despite now being safe. She decided to fall back, set up a new base, and, if possible, find new pants. ------------------------------------- Pharah was simply in disbelief. Her boxer briefs clung uncomfortably to her privates, and, along with her damp pants, served to keep her from actually focusing on her mission. Her aim was sloppy, her timing was off, and her confidence had evaporated. She found herself regularly peeing out little spurts at the slightest provocation. A bullet whizzes by, psssssss. A large explosion goes off, not even near her, psssssss. Her jetpack momentarily runs out of juice, leaving her falling for just a second, pssssssssssssss. Her crotch was being constantly re-warmed by her fear. She had never quite known shame like this; not just in her lapse in continence, but in her treatment of her colleagues. She’d ridiculed them for their accidents, and now she was in exactly the same boat. How could she ever show her face to them again? She guessed she’d just have to- WOAH!! Suddenly she was forcefully yanked from the sky, and slammed into the ground, lying on her stomach. She looked up to see the source of her sudden plummeting, trying to ignore the new warmth in her briefs. Her terror tripled at the sight of the killer in front of her. Roadhog, Junkrat’s partner, had used his hook to pluck her right out of the sky, and now she was staring down the barrel of his enormous shotgun, which he pressed rather sadistically into her face. She was a very competent soldier. She had one of the most untarnished records of successes in history. She was always on top of the situation. But today, things were very different. Today, she saw the certainty of death looking her in the face, something she’d never seen before. She didn’t fare too well. Her bowels began to steadily void, pushing mass after mass into her boxer briefs. Her armor didn’t let it expand too much, however, and it began to flatten and spread across her butt. Some of it even made its way nearly down to her crotch. Roadhog seemed to be enjoying the spectacle, just… watching in his strange, unsettling way. His finger began to squeeze the trigger, and suddenly Pharah felt herself lifted up, into the air a couple feet. She blinked a few times, and suddenly she was hundreds of feet away from the spot she was supposed to die at. She looked up to see Tracer smiling down on her. She’d jumped in at the last possible second, and managed to warp her to safety. Tracer helped Pharah to stand, then said “Don’t worry, luv, I’ve had my eye on you since you pissed your knickers in the air,” Pharah blushed, then cringed as she felt her considerable accident mushing about in her briefs. Her entire ass was covered, and her legs felt wetter than ever. No amount of showering would maker her feel clean again. “Tracer, I-” Pharah began, but was cut off by Tracer putting a finger over her mouth. “Don’t worry, Fareeha, we’ve got it from here. Why don’t you go check with Mercy to make sure you aren’t hurt too bad, eh?” Tracer said, with a friendly smile. Looking around, it seemed like they really did have the bad guys on the run, and the offer was tempting, but… “Thanks, Tracer, but if you can tough it out, I can, too,” Pharah said, drawing her weapon and giving her most determined smile. “That’s the spirit!” Tracer threw her arms up in cheer. Pharah took flight, and was suddenly back to her normal self, blowing any obstacles apart with laser-like precision. She foulness in her pants was still unpleasant, but she could ignore it, now. With she and Tracer with them, their team won in just a couple of minutes. ------------------------------------- Tracer and Pharah were in the women’s locker room, extremely happy to be taking off their remarkably soiled clothes. Pharah had entered just in time to see Tracer about to slide her wet pants down. The huge bulge in the seat of them had been ground down somewhat, and a large brown stain occupied the butt of her pants, and down the things a bit. She slid her orange pants down, revealing a pair of frilly, pink panties; now yellowed in the front and browned in the back, with the bulge still showing. It was about the size of her fist. Tracer, herself seemed to be inspecting the damage, then mournfully stated, “Aw man, I was gonna wear this pair for Emily tonight,” as she reached back and felt the bulge. “She’s not into her superhero girlfriend getting scared and having accidents?” Pharah asked jokingly. “Nah, kinda kills the illusion,” she said, feeling the wet crotch of her panties, “How’d yours do? Your mess can’t have been this bad,”. Pharah blushed a little bit as she began to exit her armor, “We’ll, um, we’ll see about that...” her meaning became clear as she stepped around the suit and Tracer could see the wet stain on her combat fatigues. The entire inner half of them had been completely soaked, with some rivulets and flowing all the way around the other side of her legs. Like Tracer’s pants, they’d turned completely brown at the back. She dropped her pants, revealing her gray boxer briefs. They were almost one-hundred-percent soaked on all sides, and a massive, lumpy bulge occupied the entire back half. Tracer looked genuinely impressed, honestly. The two continued chatting on their way to the showers, both eager to be clean. As they showered in adjacent stalls, Pharah spoke again, “Say, Tracer?”. “Yeah-huh?” “Does Emily, erm, know?” “That I have accidents? Oh God yes!” She replied quickly, “I pissed myself on our first date,”. “How’d that happen?” “We were watchin’ a movie. Real scary one. I hate scary movies, but Emm loves ‘em. At one point a big, scary face pops up goin’ all ‘AAAAAAA!’ and I yelled like a baby. Minute later, my lap was warm and I looked down and saw I was just peein’! Couldn’t stop. Thought Emily’d never wanna see me again, but we went on a date again the next day,” Tracer said with a nostalgic smile. “Second date go better?” “Sort of. We was out for a walk around town, when this mugger jumped us. He pulls a gun, and Emm gets all sorts of scared. She starts tryin’ to get him to just go away, bein’ all ‘Just don’t hurt us!’ and I look at her legs and sure enough, her jeans were wet all the way to bottom. Couple of seconds later, she smelled like she needed a changing, and I knew she’d made in her pants, too,” “Woah. What happened to the mugger?” Tracer flexed her small arm a bit, “I blinked right at him with my chronal accelerator, and suplexed him. He didn’t see that comin’!” She chuckled a bit. “Emily’s a lucky lady, Tracer,” “I like to think so,” ------------------------------------- Pharah walked home that night with a newfound respect for her coworkers, and pledged to not mock them for their accidents. Amazingly, no one really said much to her about her own accident. Maybe Tracer asked them to be nice. At any rate, she had a new perspective on things. And a suit of armor that needed a very thorough washing.
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  18. Tapris's Nuggets of Wisdom - 2 While lewding lolis may be tempting, and end in quite a good story, all lolis deserve pats, not faps. Tapris's Bonus Nugget of Wisdom: When a flat chested girl hugs you, she's holding you closer to her heart.
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  19. View File JAV Public Wetting (lots of pants/shorts) Contrary to what seems to be the norm in JAVs, the vast majority of wettings in this one are shorts or pants. In fact, out of 20, only two are in skirts (they're in parts 3 and 5). Four wettings per ~20 minute part, of which this has five. Its product code is "70-55FLD" backwards if you wanna look for similar stuff on jade-net-home.com. Enjoy! Submitter nwohdeh Submitted 02/28/2017 Category Pants Wetting
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  20. Can anyone translate it? Or can explain what the people are doing there? Why are they in tv? Why is she peeing in front of everyone? Riding on carsussel horse peeing.mp4
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  21. Here are some samples from Ryann Rain's recent selfie photo set on HD Diapers. For those of you who already have an HD Diapers membership, the entire gallery features more than 50 photographs.
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  22. i don't remember how i found your eroshare profile, but i've been a fan of yours ever since. I'm glad you're here!
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  23. Not my best work. But I didn't know the pants wouldn't show much and I had a small window to film. Pants would actually be decent to wear in an accident situation. I had already peed a bit before you could tell. IMG_0652.MOV
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  24. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    Quiet and DD, both down in the dumps. Though they share no on-screen moment together in the game, I like to think that when Venom Snake is out, riding on D-Horse, these two sit together, watching the horizon, moping for their Big Boss to return, to pick them as partners for the next mission. But they still have fun together while they wait. Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain, was one of the funnest Metal Gear games I played. (Coughs-Except for Metal Gear Rising X3) Filled with awesome battles, cool customizations, sexy Quiet, and the best attack dog in any video game (Coughs-Except for Bladewolf XD) The battle with the giant Metal Gear, Sahelanthropus was one of the most kickass battles with a giant robot ever... (Coughs-Except for when Raiden fought MG Ray and the MG Excelsior >//v///<) [SPOILERS...Maybe] After spending what felt like 50 hours playing MGS5 I finally got to the end, expecting an awesome final level and an epic final boss, just like all the Metal Gear games before. I reach the end, all prepared for the final mission, and then..............The Credits??????????????????? ....0////o///0.... THERE IS NO FINAL LEVEL OR FINAL BOSS IN METAL GEAR V!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...V///~///V... I so sad.... Well, it was a perfect game up until then...
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  25. RIGHT?!? Not just story. Highest rated ANYTHING! THIS IS THE SINGLE HIGHEST RATED POST IN THE ENTIRE NEAR 7-YEAR HISTORY OF OMORASHI.ORG!!!!!!!! I'M SO HAPPY YOU GUYS THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH I'M GOING TO EXPLODE I COULD DIE!!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!! <3 <3 <3
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  26. Just however I'm feeling I guess. Sometimes to bed. I really like to wear them while shopping.
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  27. I've written quite a bit of fiction (not professionally) and I've found one tip to be useful above all else, especially when I feel discouraged about my ability: write drunk and edit sober. You don't need to actually take a shot before you sit down to write, but what I'm saying is this: no matter how you feel about your writing on the first draft, just get something down on the paper. If you still don't like it by the time you're editing, you can cut it out. Hell, 50% of the stuff I write gets taken out when I edit, and 90% of the rest gets changed. This is also where most of my formatting, word-choosing, and paragraph-structuring take place. And here's another piece of advice along the same lines: if you feel you aren't getting any good stories using this method (or whatever other method you like), just post one anyway. Even if it's terrible. The people of omo.org tend to be very nice, I think, and you'll get a lot of good advice in the comments. You can also feel free to PM me something if you want me to look at it from a writing perspective :) Good luck!
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  28. I'd like to file a complaint: If you keep this up, I'm going to develop carpal tunnel syndrome in my left arm.
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  29. >One of the best actual wettings ever made >Old hag Yeah, no.
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  30. Sexuality is a spectrum. The majority of people are not 100% straight or 100% gay with bisexuals sitting firmly in the middle. It is not abnormal to be 95% straight, but have a slight inclination to the same sex when it comes to a specific fetish. When it comes to arousal and attraction, there is no single prevailing majority. A lot of people are 100% straight, many people are homosexual, and a whole lot of people fall somewhere in between. I don't think there is a universally accepted standard for classification here. Does having just a tiny sliver of same-sex interest when it comes to a very specific fetish mean your not straight? I'm not going to make that argument. Personally, I think sexuality is a wonderful and complex mystery. I have no desire to assign people arbitrary labels and classifications. I care much more about someone's opinion of Harry Potter or Star Trek when considering them as a friend than I do their sexual attractions or what they have between their legs.
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  31. This was in fact the case! I still had tons of liquid left in me, and it all cycled through to my bladder very fast as my kidney's were on overdrive, and my bladder was too tired to hold a goddamn thing. Even though it was only a roughly 30 minute drive, I almost wet myself in the car trying to make it home. Of course, this was a no go. Luckily it was well dark by this point so the second I got out of the car at home, I peed right there on the ground, not wanting to risk someone being in the bathroom already when I got in the house. I had a few close calls during the night, I made it each time. I went to sleep and had those dreams you get when you have to pee in your sleep. Again close, but I woke up to make it just fine. Holding my morning pee was the worst. I wanted to try and hold it in though, and re-wet my outfit from the previous day in the shower when I couldn't. Unfortunately, my mother got home just as I was getting up to do so, so I just did it in the toilet to avoid the riskiness. But yeah, you are totally right. I'm even still feeling the tired ache today, like I've de-buffed my holding capacity. On that note, I'm going to hit reply and go use the washroom, as thinking about this is making me really feel it again.
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  32. Here's the Vimeo link for those trying to find it.
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  33. I've posted maid dragon, I've posted big dragon, now have some tiny dragon.
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  34. Batman and Martian Manhunter yessssssss I once had a really self-indulgent fic I never finished involving the latter
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  35. I can only assume that you are an utterly shameless individual to come back here and post this after the responses you got last time. I am somewhat embarrassed to be sharing a planet with you. I hope she knows what you did, made you a nice cup of coffee with p--- in it and a piece of cake made with s--- in it.
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  36. I feel like I have no right to say anything on the topic, but... how do you enjoy a rape scene in any kind of roleplay if it changes the answer at all I 'mostly' do internet rps though this does apply to any real life roleplay I could have with a partner as well I mean I like the idea, but I keep getting too far inside my own head about it, even though I know it's fake, I can't really seem to get past the negative emotions, I mean maybe it's the Empath in me but the instant I see lines about sobbing, crying, etc. I just feel incredibly bad for them even though I know it's fake and in your case I know that it's just a roleplay between consenting adults but I still get this issue. on internet roleplay I have the same issue with pregnancy but that's a completely different thing entirely. So I feel like I need to ask... how do you get your head away from that and enjoy it?
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  37. Hello everyone! I am busy studying still, but thought I'd come out of my cocoon of stress and journal articles to recount yesterday's tale. I was wearing 'boyfriend' jeans a kind of light-ish denim, a black t-shirt with the star-wars logo on it, a pink and black stripy hoodie, a grey, blue and pink beanie, and white Nike trainers with purple 'swooshes' hahaha. I stopped off at the co-op as usual, I bought some orange water volvic stuff,and an iced coffee. I drank the coffee whilst waiting for the train, then I had my 50 minute journey. My first class of the day was cancelled, which I was pleased about as it meant I actually had time to get lunch this week, as quite often I go from 1100-1500 without much time, and I'm always starving. So I went to burger king, and drank a bladder filling amount of cola. I started to need the bathroom quite a lot, so I went to my next meeting and used the facilities there. It was 12:30 and I got upstairs and waited to meet a study mentor. I stayed their until about 1:30, and found myself super desperate throughout this whole meeting. I then went to my next thing, which was to talk to future year abroad students about my experience. I went to the toilet on the way to pee, but 5 minutes later I was outside the classroom and had to go quite a lot again. Myself and a group of other students were talking for around an hour to the younger students, and I held it easily. My mind was focused on my current uni work and as soon as it finished I bolted down to the PC's to note down my strike of genius, and do some research. In this time I opened and downed the entire orange drink whilst typing up stuff, and at 16:00 I went to the supermarket near the station to get some christmas cards and snacks. Then I got the train. By this point I realised I was bursting, but my mum was gonna pick me up and I would be home soon and not have to walk the final stretch in the cold. I got on the train and sat very still because if I moved my bladder kept sloshing about it was so full. Eventually my bum became numb from the position so I had to move about, but after I moved once I couldn't stop shuffling. I had to really focus now on holding it. I got off the train and walked quickly but uncomfortably to where my mum pulls in to get me. She had phoned me and said she was stuck in traffic. I didn't want to pee myself, but I did really want a moment of composure to squeeze internally and calm myself down before getting in the car, but she pulled up just as I got there. I had to sit with my legs apart to put my rucksack and carrier bag in the foot well, which was difficult, but Mum then reminded me I didn't have dinner, and she also needed to buy bread and petrol. So I got out of the car with her and went in the shop to find something to microwave. I also bought another ice coffee! I really REALLY needed to pee now, it was really getting super strong, and my bladder was getting tired. We got home and I ran upstairs, I was dying to pee and I was shaking and sweating with the need. I dropped my stuff down on my bed and crossed my legs super tight as I took of my hat and my hoodie. I could feel my bladder was about to release then in that moment. I thrust my hands between my legs, crossing them harder than ever and crouching right down in an effort to hold on, whilst my bladder angrily spasmed. My mum started climbing the stairs and I realised if she went in the bathroom I would pee my jeans, so I bolted into the bathroom and closed the door, had to bend right over and squeeze even harder as I could feel myself right on the verge of losing it, with two hands between my legs again as the second violent spasm washed over me, forcing my muscles all over to contract involuntarily whilst the rest of me felt like ice praying not to let out one drop. With a shudder the spasm finished and I very gingerly removed one hand, slid the lock,and pulled down my somehow dry jeans and underwear, then peed for ages into the toilet with relief washing over me and allowing me to breathe again. I'll write more soon! EQ
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  38. So, I've been a lurker on this website for some time, and I thought it'd be nice to share some of my own wetting experience stories of what I've witnessed. Back in high school, there was this girl I had liked, named Ari. We sort of had something going between us, but not serious. It ended it coming to the point where we sort of stopped talking, we had drifted apart. But we were still in each other's classes. Junior year, that's when it happened. My English teacher, Mr. Robat, wanted us to do presentations on some book we had to read. I had no idea what was going to happen that period. Firstly, let me explain Ari to all of you. A brunette with medium length wavy hair, those big dorky glasses chicks wear, fine body, nice ass, and always wore tight blue jeans. I was talking to my friend when I heard from the side of me, "Oh my god...I need to piss soooo bad..." Slowly, I look up and see that it was Ari who said it, talking to her friend Emma. "Go pee then, haha," Emma said. "Ugh, the bathrooms here are so gross," Ari replied. "You're right....just hold it until the end of the day?" So class begins. Nonchalantly, I would look over at her every so often, to see what she was doing. Putting her hand on her crotch, with her legs crossed, as they bounced, one could easily be under the assumption that she really had to go. About 10 minutes into the period, Emma said something funny to her, and it made Ari start laughing. I guess she couldn't help herself, because all of a sudden, she abruptly stopped, grabbed her crotch, leaned forward, and looked down. I knew what was happening. She had laughed too hard, where she started to piss. I guess she got a hold of herself, because she returned to talking with her friends. About 5 minutes later, she started talking, and she suddenly hiccuped. I guess it must have been one of those painful, loud hiccups, because it was loud, and she jumped a little bit when she did. Suddenly, she grabbed her crotch again, and leaned forward. Every 10 seconds or so, she would hiccup again, and she would clench tighter on her crotch desperately. I guess what was happening, was that she would hiccup, and she'd let out a little squirt into her panties. The way I figured this, was because she quickly took her jacket, and covered up her crotch with it. Every so often, she'd take a look down under the jacket. That had seemed to be it for then. She had kept bouncing her foot, and pressing tightly against her pussy a lot. Then, when my teacher told her to go up for her presentation, she at first, refused. "You have to do it or you get 25 points off", Mr. Robat said. Ari got up slowly, holding onto her crotch. She had a lot of notecards, which meant it was going to be long for her. As she walked up to the front of the class, she dropped a notecard. She bent down, and as her fine ass was shown to the class, I saw a small wet patch. So she presented, and towards the end, was when it had happened. At the end, she started leaning forward more and more. She dropped another notecard. When she turned around, bent over, and picked it up, I looked at her ass and saw a slow stream of piss coming down, slowly creeping down her leg. This was too much for me to handle. I excused myself out of class to calm down. As I was walking out, I heard Ari say, "That's my project, Mr. Robat, can I use the bathroom please??" A few seconds later, she rushed out of the classroom. The bathroom was right outside of English class, and Ari ran to it as fast as she could. The problem was, during the last period of the day, the janitors often lock the bathrooms up before school ends. Guess what class I had last period? Much to my own personal, innocent, witnessing luck, the bathroom was locked shut. She did a jog-in-place, looked around. I guess she saw me, but there was nothing to do about it, because she let it go. Ari moaned. "Ohh..." and in that instant, she flooded the floor with piss. It went everywhere. It started down the front of her legs, then crept back, spread all along her ass, and splashed all over the floor. Meanwhile, she's frantically trying to open the locked door, and failed. She saw me looking. She blushed beet red, and sat on the floor, covering her face with her hands. I looked away, pretending not to see anything, then walked back into class. A few minutes later, Ari came back into class, smelling like fresh piss as soon as she entered the room. Her tight, blue jeans were drenched in now dark, damp piss. Her jeans were ruined. Everyone saw, too, and everyone got quiet as she walked in. Quickly, she tied her sweatshirt around her waist. The sweatshirt didn't cover up her front, and everyone could still see the mess she had made all over herself. The bell rang, and she quickly ran out. As the rest of us piled out, we all noticed the enormous puddle on the ground. Wow. That's the story I have. I've had a lot of experiences with witnessing wettings, and a number of them are from Ari, believe it or not. This wasn't the only time she's pissed herself in front of me, I think she has bladder problems. Should I share more?
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  39. A lot of my own stories sound about right. My Lunambra series is pretty much this - A Prince and a serving girl who fall in love and both enjoy pee play. There's some solo stuff as well, but the couple are the main characters. There's three main stories, and when combined they're about as long as a small novel. Then there's part one of the reboot, Dreams of Lunambra. Book One - https://omorashi.org/topic/21635-to-lunambra-a-medieval-watersports-tale/#comment-854165 Book Two - https://omorashi.org/topic/26332-lunambra-2-forbidden-loves/#comment-1057007 Book Three - https://omorashi.org/topic/27501-lunambra-3-to-freedom/#comment-1098615 Dreams, Book One - https://omorashi.org/topic/31788-dreams-of-lunambra-book-one/#comment-1212838 I put so much work, heart, and soul into these, so it would be great if more people knew of them. Also, I have some fanfictions that are like this. If you like Firefly, you're gonna want to read: Full on the Firefly: Kaylee - https://omorashi.org/topic/26533-full-on-the-firefly-kaylee/ Full on the Firefly: Zoe - https://omorashi.org/topic/26596-full-on-the-firefly-2-zoe/ They both have a couples aspect, though only the women get desperate in these. Or if you're a fan of Bones, I have: Bones: The Lost Episode - https://omorashi.org/topic/27706-bones-the-lost-episode/ Starts with an investigation that finds a witness wetting herself, ends with a stubbornness-fueled holding contest between Booth and Brennan. Hope you find something you like here :-)
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  40. Well in my naughty fantasies it's a skirt, something not too sluty and short, but one that Daddy could lift up to check my diaper or which people could possibly see a glimpse of my diaper in a windy day or on the stairs ;) So I suppose loose, not a tight skirt.
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  42. Lucy Summers last year on S66. One of my favourites. Wetspot visable. LucySummers19102014..mp4
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  43. I wet myself while driving too. When I do I'm usually wearing a diaper. I have peed my panties a few times while driving, those times were true accidents. I just couldn't hold it any longer.
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  44. Are these what you are looking for? If they are I have a bunch more. Daisy_Wet_Panties_Masturbates_Thick_Diapers.mp4Daisy_Wetting_Pullups.mp4Daisy_Wet_Sleeping_Rubs_Diaper.mp4
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  45. I have if you count a hockey game as a date which I do. I have a bad habit of being a messy drunk and well I've also lost control quite a few times while on dates when I drink too much, usually without accidents but not always. The next morning I've almost always wet the bed which I why I would never spend the night with my X after drinking, did I post a story about my hockey game date on here? Why do you ask?
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