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  1. Im new here but ive been lurking for a while. This is my first post so im sorry if it sucks. I was with my family when it started. Me and my family all get together at my parents house over the winter break to have family time. Their house is very large however so it wasnt crowded. Anyways that evening i was feeling like i wanted to do something omo related. So i made coffee. I was cooking dinner ehile sipping my coffee and at first i didnt feel anything. I kept drinking and enjoying myself until about an hour and a half in when i felt a twinge from my bladder. No big deal i wasnt going to quit now was I. I slowly got more and more desperate until the first spurt came i was wearing sweats and a t-shirt (casual) and was hoping. Nothing showed. I made a wuick glance at my nether regions and everything seemed to be ok but i felt myself getting really desperate and knew there would be more to come. I wanted to refill my coffee mug and so i slowly rose from the couch and tried to walk but on my first step a spurt gushed into my panties. I kept walking acting as if nothing had happened but as soon as i got behind the kitchen counter i grabbed on to try and relieve the pressure. I then looked down to examine the damage and saw a small but noticeable wet spot on my sweats. I then decided enough was enough and went to the bathroom. well that was the plan anyway. I didnt want to use the bathroom right next to everyone because it would be super loud and awkward so i had to face the stairs to get to the upstairs bathroom. I got up the first step and felt a dribble trickle out of me. I grabbed on to myself and kept climbing, determined to make it. I had to pee so bad at this point. As i ascended the stairs I felt dribbles of pee release and felt my hand start to get a little more wet. I reached the top landing and sighed a sound of relief. That moment of distraction was enough to send a spurt into my sweats. I coiled over and held on bht the wet spot was becoming very cisible now and i was barely holding on. The combination of being over tired and tons of coffee was really putting my bladder to work. I trudged across the hallway determined to get to the bathroom. I reached the door and felt another spurt. I opened the door and saw the toilet. my bladder just let go. Pee just started gushing out. I ran over to the toilet as fast i could to minimize the damage and felt the sweet relief of pee gushing into the toilet. The damage was bad though so i had to change. No one noticed however. Right now as im typing this its later that night and i still have the caffeine jitters. So sorry for any typos, my hands are like shaking right now. Thanks for reading!
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  2. [From earlier this year, also I still haven't found out how to tag stuff...] Due to me doing a lot of unintentional holding lately I actually wet my pants for the first time since I was maybe 6 or 7 years old yesterday. It was pretty stupid tbh and I felt ashamed afterwards, but it could have been worse. I only went to the bathroom twice yesterday, once in the morning and once after lunch when I had my break at work at 12 pm. I then usually go to the bathroom when I get home but this time I didn’t, I went straight home to my partner instead. We had dinner together and that’s really the only the thing we had time for as we both had to be places at 6 pm. So now I hadn’t gone to the bathroom for at least 6 hours, and instead of going to the bathroom when I arrived at my destination I got a cup of hot chocolate and spoke with my friends. We were going to see a 1hr 20min play witth no break but I was sure I could wait until afterwards. I only fidgeted a bit during the play but my need didn’t really bother me. The only thing was that after the play there was a 20 min Q&A with the lead actress that me and my friends had decided to attend. I decided I could wait a bit more and go when it was done. But when the Q&A was over I got a text from my partner saying they wanted me to come over to their thing as soon as I was done. So I thought I could go there and go to the bathroom there instead. It was only a 5 min walk from the theatre but when I got there the outer door was locked. It was now almost 9 pm and I realised I was super desperate. I started crossing my legs and discretly hold myself whilst I texted my partner asking for the code to get in. Unfortunately my desperation rose faster than they could reply and I looked around me in panic, hoping no one could see me grabbing my crotch. My partner then said they’d come down to open for me and tried to hold myself until they came to the door. I suddenly felt a small leak in my boxers and this was the beginning of the end. I grasped at my crotch and tried crossing my legs even more but it was too late, another leak escaped, wetting my crotch and I desperately clenched my muscles to no avail. I could feel the damm bursting and pee started running down my legs, soaking my jeans. I panicked and thought maybe I could move somewhere more hidden but when I looked down there was already a puddle beneath me and I was too afraid of making it bigger by moving. I had no choice but to stand there pissing my pants as an adult in the middle of town. Thankfully it was dark outside and I had black jeans and when my partner finally came to open the door I hope they didn’t see anything. I quickly said I wanted to go home instead and they agreed but had to run up and grab their stuff first. Whilst waiting for them I could faintly smell urine, hoping it was only obvious to me. Some other people went past and stepped in my puddle outside the door, not taking any notice and I hoped it just looked like someone had spilled water or something. My partner came back and we started walking home, my jeans were now wet and cold and clinging to my skin and I felt really uncomfortable. As soon as we got home I rushed to grab a pajama and a clean towel and I said i was gonna shower. I honestly hope they didn’t see that my jeans were wet, I threw them in the laundry straight away and then got into the shower. It was honestly pretty humiliating but now afterwards whilst writing it down it feels quite hot. So I hope you guys enjoy it.
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  3. So this came up on another thread and given the number of people (myself included) who have asked others to help capture videos for them, I thought it might be worthwhile to create a thread on this topic. A place where people can share tips on capturing streaming content. I won't go into Youtube as there are a bunch of different programs that are used for downloading this content, but for Chrome, I generally use: https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/video-downloader-professi/elicpjhcidhpjomhibiffojpinpmmpil?hl=en This creates a little button on the side of your browser that lets you download streaming content that it is able to detect on your screen. Be weary, if you are on say Pornhub and there are tons of streaming videos playing at the same time (i.e. no add blocker or just previews), it might detect all of these, do make sure you are capturing the correct one. For Firefox, I've been using Ant Video for a while but that seems to have been replaced with this one: https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/video-downloadhelper/ I'm still new to figuring it out, so I'll let you know how it goes. Rach
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  4. Glad you guys like it, I shall continue :D Part Two 11:47. Class ends at 12:30. The clock above Mr Hodges’s desk ticks along slowly. Lauren glances up at it briefly, then returns her attention to her textbook. I turn a page within my own book, but I’m paying no attention to the contents – rather I’m focusing on working on my plan of action. It’s not beyond my power to simply fill a bladder to bursting point at will, but I generally avoid it – it feels like cheating, and the confusion that results takes away from the experience. Rather I figure I’ll play it slow – because for all I know, Lauren might simply decide to get up and go to the bathroom at the first sign of trouble (and Mr Hodges won’t say no – you could probably just walk out of the room without a word, and he wouldn’t even notice). But as it stands, she can easily wait until the end of class. My plan is to hold off until we draw nearer to the bell (no one ever wants to have to ask to leave with only a few minutes left) – and then I can spice things up a bit. I consider the rest of Lauren. She seems to have skipped breakfast this morning, but had some sort of sandwich and a cup of coffee during break, the latter of which is making its way through her at a good pace. While I don’t quite have x-ray vision, I can make an educated guess judging from what her skin feels when she moves about as to what she’s wearing underneath her uniform. I guess a bra of some sort (I’m no expert), and a pair of plain cotton briefs. Our shirts aren’t the thickest of things, so when I can’t make out any darkness where her bra strap would be, I assume it’s white, and her lower garment matches. Another 10 minutes or so pass by, and we reach midday – halfway through class and it’s been fairly uneventful. I’ve actually being doing some work, but glance up at Lauren now and again, and she’s only at 65%. I decide now’s the time to intervene, and figure I’ll up the rate a bit. The law of conservation of mass still applies to me even if physical boundaries don’t, so I scan the room and pick out a girl called Amy close to the front, who’s under 15%. You generally don’t notice if your bladder *isn’t* filling up for quite a while, especially if it’s been emptied fairly recently. A little bit of magic work later, and whatever urine Amy’s body would produce will be going into Lauren’s instead. Five minutes pass, and Amy’s morning orange juice has put Lauren at around 70%. She’s definitely more uncomfortable – occasionally shifting uneasily in her seat, and swapping her crossed legs from time to time, but she still hasn’t said a word. I’ve abandoned classwork entirely in favour of this new venture by now. I can’t see her face, though I can feel that her facial expression is contorted in discomfort as she absently chews on the rubber end of her pencil. She tries to concentrate on the book in front of her, but seems to be finding it nearly impossible. 12:10 approaches, and her coffee is catching up to her, bringing her close to 80%. I’ve learned that leaks most commonly start between 80 and 90%, and though I can tell that her control is excellent and she hasn’t yet lost a drop, I’m beginning to worry that I’ve been a little too eager and gone into this too quickly. We both glance up at the clock. Twenty minutes of class left, and it’s still not unreasonable for her to ask to go. She looks around for Mr Hodges, who is at the other end of the room explaining something to another student, his back to us. Lauren thinks for a moment, and then raises her hand into the air. The alarm bells in my head immediately go off, and I quickly try and think of a way to stop her before the teacher notices. Based on a hunch, I gather what urine I have in my own bladder (about 30%) and send it rapidly over to a girl I know as Shannon, seated near the front of the room. The sudden addition brings her up from an unnoticeable amount to near half full in a split second, and in the midst of a conversation with a friend seated next to her, she gasps and widens her eyes. ‘Sir!’ Shannon calls out loudly to Mr Hodges. I know that she’s not a shy girl, and wasn’t going to bother with waiting with her hand up. ‘May I go to the bathroom?’ ‘Sure,’ Hodges replies without even turning around. Shannon quickly jumps up from her seat, giving her friend an uneasy smile, and briskly walking to the front of the room and out through the open door. Over to my left, Lauren quietly lowers her hand back down without a word. She doesn’t really know Shannon all that well, and seems to be uncomfortable about asking to go at the same time, and thus let everyone else in class start making assumptions. My hunch had paid off, and I let out a small sigh of relief. A few moments in silence later and Lauren is past 85%, and it’s showing. She’s sitting almost on the edge of her seat, in an obviously desperate pose with legs crossed and her back arched so far that I seriously doubt her ability to stand up straight when the time came. As the pressure continues to rise, I watch as she sets her pencil down, reaches behind her and pulls her blazer off the back of her chair, and spreads it out onto her lap, covering the front of her skirt and stretching out the end under the desk so that it drapes down over her bare knees. Her right hand returns to pick up the pencil, but it’s impossible for me to notice that she’s discretely sliding her left arm down towards her side. I take note of the sensation in her hand as she cautiously slides it beneath the blazer, and out of sight slips it beneath her skirt and into her underwear. Her fingers make their way between her tightly-crossed legs, and press down hard against her labia. I watch breathlessly with more excitement than I think I’ve ever had in my life.
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  5. I seriously hope the quality of my writing makes up for that god-awful pun of a title, but I simply couldn't pass up that wonderful opportunity. I was inspired by the recent topic in General about having the ability to control other people's need to pee, and decided to write a fic about just that. ATTENTION: Part 1 (this post) is literally just in excess of 1000 words of me setting the scene, and there's little to no desperation so far. Sorry! Skip ahead to part 2 for the interesting stuff (when I finish writing it)! Part 1 It’s a cold, grey November morning, and I’m not in a good mood. So much so that I decide to void myself of my usual drowsiness entirely – dispersing it evenly throughout the other passengers on the 592 bus with me. A few yawns are made, and I’m awake – but by no means comfortable, so I decide to borrow some body heat as well. Some of the passengers shiver, and I notice a young lad a few seats ahead pull his jacket tighter around his shoulders. I feel warm, but at the same time I can do nothing about the sense of guilt that comes with knowing others are suffering at my expense. If I could take a share of some happiness from somewhere, I surely would – but my abilities are limited to the body only. The brain is off-limits. But that’s not to say one can’t help the other. I’m not really in the mood for anything fun this early, but I like to keep an eye on what’s going on around me, especially when I can see just about everything. I can see who’s skipped breakfast this morning, and which of the students have the cigarettes (judging by the content of their lungs). I know who’s still half asleep, who’s had too much sugar with their cereal, and who’s coffee is going straight through them. And, of course, who needs to make a visit to the bathroom. …Practically no one. The sad reality of it is that pretty much no one ever gets seriously desperate. For most, the urge to go starts when the bladder reaches about 30% of its maximum capacity, and the vast majority of people will have dealt with it before they reach halfway. Looking around the bus, I notice practically everyone is somewhere between empty and 20%. An older woman near the back is around 35% full, but she’s not really my type, and she gets off the bus a few stops before me anyway. The 592 pulls up at the stop outside school. I and the other students in blue and black uniform stand up and make our way to the doors, as another day that should just be like any other day begins. It’s 11:30, and the bell echoes across the yard signalling the end of our break. So far today I’ve had uneventful English and Maths classes so far, and I’m in for an uneventful Biology lesson now (ha – me, need a biology lesson?). I finish the sandwich I bought from the canteen, toss the wrapper into a nearby bin, and make my way over to the science block. I take my usual seat – middle row close to the back of the room with James, Ryan and Sean. The latter two are happy to spend the hour talking about the price of bacon with each other, while James and I generally keep our heads down and get on with our work. Our teacher Mr Hodges isn’t the strictest to say the least – nor is he overly concerned with what goes on in class. We’re set some task about reading about blood cells from our text books. Ten minutes in, and bored is an understatement for me. I look up from the textbook and take a glance around the room. Mr Hodges’s attention is occupied by something on his laptop. Most of the class is engaged in conversation, and little care is being given to the task at hand. I lean back in my chair and stretch my arms out. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a shuffle of movement to my left. My gaze drifts over to the tables along the wall. Seven students are at the four desks, six of which are paired and engaged in conversation. One sits quietly by herself. Her name is Lauren. She’s sitting a row ahead of me so I can’t see much, but I know from memory she’s not a bad-looking girl. She has lovely straight auburn hair that drapes down to her shoulders, and if I recall correctly she has hazel eyes and a simple pair of black glasses. She’s thin but not skinny, and has her blazer hanging on the back of her chair given the temperature in the classroom. She’s wearing a short-sleeved shirt and a short black skirt as per the uniform – but she’s not one for tights, and her legs are bare from the thighs down. I note that her legs are also crossed. It’s enough to peak my interest, and I summon up my ability see more than what the eye can take in – and find that Lauren is holding far more urine in than anyone else in the room – I guess that she’s at least 60% full. The chatter of conversation around me fades away as a rush of excitement sweeps in out of nowhere. My heart rate rises with the newfound information, and I immediately switch focus to my own breathing to try and keep calm. Then I remember I can simply make myself calm at will. I pick a random student at the other end of the room – Daniel – and send some of my adrenaline his way. He looks up in surprise, wondering why he has suddenly become so excited about the textbook page on mitochondria, looks around uncertainly, shrugs, and returns to reading. As my heart rate slows, I turn my attention back to Lauren. My first thought is to try and figure out why she’s gotten herself into this position. For sure she has known about her need long before this class started, and we just had a fifteen minute break – why didn’t she go to the bathroom then? I realise that I simply don’t know. Mind-reading is a skill I have yet to master, and try as I like, what goes on inside her head is out of my reach. So I move on to the next question – what do I do? I know from years of experience that 60% isn’t that big an issue, and Lauren is likely to easily hold on until dinnertime without any real cause for concern… unless I intervene. And I most certainly have the ability to, and the desire to. I take a very brief moment to contemplate whether I should. Well, Lauren surely knew what she was getting herself into by waiting. She couldn’t know whether or not she would be able to hang on until the end of class. So I decide to make things interesting.
    1 point
  6. What happens when the pizza delivery girl shows up bursting to pee? We get to find out in this video. Since the dawn of man pizza delivery scenarios have been an everlasting staple of adult video. In this scene, we try to imagine what could happen if a pizza delivery girl shows up, bursting to pee, barely able to hold on. The video starts out with Alisha, playing the part of our delivery girl, running up to the door to delivery Sosha’s pizza. Clearly desperate to pee, Alisha intends on asking Sosha if she can use her bathroom. Before she manages to get the words out, though, Sosha closes door. About to burst, Alisha has no choice but to knock again. Sosha really isn’t sure about letting a stranger enter her home to use the bathroom. Even though Alisha’s situation appears dire, Sosha has reservations. Finally, feeling bad for Alisha’s predicament, Sosha grants her permission to come in and go pee. Quickly, Alisha races towards the bathroom, but it is too late- She suddenly freezes, bends over, and grabs her crotch in the middle of the living room. She is peeing in her pants and can’t stop. Sosha watches, horrified, as the girl who just delivered her pizza pees through her pants and all over the living room floor. Utterly humiliated, the only thing Alisha can do is appologize profusely to Sosha. She offers to refund the cost of Sosha’s pizza and clean up her mess. Sosha refuses, insisting that it is okay. Embarrassed beyond believe, jeans dripping wet, Alisha leaves. Sosha sighs, now having a mess to clean up, but at least she has her pizza.
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  7. Version 1.0.0

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    Saw this post and have managed to procure it. Most scenes involve women who are so desperate that they tear their panyhose and pull their panties to the side upon reaching the toilet.
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  9. "Getting her panties dirty so you don't have to (unless you want to :P)" I’ve been working my way through the random grab bag of incontinence and period pads that I’ve been collecting for a while. Some of these were random samples I sent away for, others are whatever is left over from packs of pads now long forgotten, some were left by friends, and others acquired through various life events. Regardless, I realized that I’ve got a lot of these things while I was cleaning my bathroom a while back. If you are interested in links to my other tests, scroll down to the bottom! In my regular life, I’m wearing pads during the day to catch leaks again (when I’m out and about and going to be far away from a washroom), and this has had me thinking about pads a lot more. As a result, I’ve decided to work my way through the collection, doing a highly ‘scientific’ test of the products while I do. I’ve already tested out a number of these pads over the past little while, you can some of these here: Anyhow, on this day I had a day off work, and was keen to get down to testing out some pads. I was wearing a comfortable pair of light purple cotton panties with red trim. After breakfast, I had a second mug of green tea and got to work on some email and other activities. These activities included looting through my pad collection to identify just how many different pads I had laying around. I was actually a little surprised at the number. I decided I’d forgo testing out simple panty liners, I’ve got some very thin ones and you can tell just by looking at them that they would actually do more harm than good (directing leaks away from the semi-absorbent gusset of the panties, into your clothing). So I went for all those pads which look like they could actually hold a leak. With an aim at being as scientific as possible, I decided to wait until I was at about a 7/10 on the old desperation scale and then once again trigger some sneezing. I’ve had success with this approach on my past tests and well I don’t mind the cinnamon all that much. The first pad I grabbed was this random period pad in a yellow package. It’s a no-name brand pad, acquired I think from the washroom of an airplane on one of my last trips to Europe? Despite it being a no-name brand pad, I thought the little embossing on it might work well. Anyhow, in order to detect leaks, I slipped into a pair of light gray tights/yoga pants. The kind that are absolutely unforgiving and I’m not sure why I even own these. I then slipped the pad into my purple panties (something that is hard to do when you are not wearing the panties, but I did want to take pictures), and went about my day. As I was already pretty full from the tea by the time I’d answered some emails and sorted through my pad collection, I was ready for round one. So I headed into the kitchen, grabbed the cinnamon, and made a little poufy cloud of it, just like last time, closed my eyes, stuck my face in the cloud, and inhaled. Apparently where bright lights don’t work for me, cinnamon does, I triggered a rather significant sneeze, which I could feel throughout my entire body. Followed by the inevitable rather significant 3 second release of urine. Typically, if I know I’m going to sneeze, I’ll bear down, and take some other precautions in an effort to prevent a leak, and this sometimes works. But because I wanted to trigger a leak, I simple relaxed a little more than normal as I inhaled the cinnamon. A 3 second leak is pretty significant. It’s the kind that goes through panty gussets and often leaks little visible wet spots on your pants. I inspected my tights for any leaks, and seeing none, I headed to the washroom to snap some pictures and change the pad. As you can see, the pad’s little embossed sections worked really well in keeping the pee to the middle of the pad and away from my tights. I was rather impressed with the pad. It had a soft cotton feel to the top, which suggested the ability to absorb liquid quickly. It was a little bulky, but that’s to be expected. --- This first test completed, I reached for another pad. Now this was another from an airport, or some other free source of pads. Unlike the previous no-name-brand pad, this one was super thin, and large. These ones I think are designed for overnight use. But again, I think they are from an airplane, so the extra coverage in the bum and overnight design makes sense. It covered a large amount of the surface area of my panties, but it’s thickness and plasticky top didn’t suggest a very effective pad. It also had wings, which I find are great for keeping the pad in place, especially if you are sleeping in the pad, but unfortunately wings are terrible for incontinence pads. Good incontinence pads (and I promise I’ll test some of these in the future, thought the Always and Poise were pretty good), had gathers which keep the pee in the pad, the problem with wings like this is they tend to create a channel for the pee, and help it run off the pad and into your clothes. So I didn’t have very high expectations for this pad, but I decided to give it a whirl. Once tucked in my panties, I went back to emails, but since I was still pretty desperate, as my previous leak had only released a tiny amount of pee. I only got through 2 before I decided to head back to the kitchen and trigger another sneeze. The cinnamon worked really well once again and I had two rather large sneezes after inhaling. And again, a decent sized leak 2-3 seconds long escaped from my confused bladder. I could feel the pee flood the pad, and a wetness on my left inner thigh. As you can see from the images I took in the washroom after, the wing did help direct the pee off the pad and onto my leg. Fortunately, there wasn’t a wet spot on my tights (at least one visible from the outside) so the semi-absorbency of the wings helped a little. But I definitely had no confidence in the pads at all. One of the errors inherent in the test I’m doing is that I’m typically standing in the same position, the classic standing position which tends to maximize the effectiveness of pads. Things that make pads less effective include sitting down, or not standing perfectly upright (like bending over, landing a jump). Also it should be mentioned that these pads are freshly put in my panties. On a warm day, or over the course of a day, sweat from the body (and other girl fluids) make their way into a pad. Not only this, but pads can bunch and scrunch as you move about. A pad wedgie makes a little ^ which undermines a pads effectiveness, basically channeling pee off the pad and into your clothes. Anyhow just thought I’d mention the possible errors from the otherwise highly ‘scientific’ test. Back to the pad at hand, as you can see, my panties stayed dry, but the pad did not inspire confidence. I decided I had just enough patience for one more test. Or rather, that my bladder would tolerate one more test, before it became too full and uncooperative. It’s not used to this kind of activity. So next up I grabbed an Always Extra-Thin ‘Slender’ period pad. I’m not sure why they need the complicated titles with these things. I bet there’s a marketing person out there who is trying to come up with the next of absorbency after ultra, maximum, super… Anyhow, these are the typical kind of pad I’d wear if I was on my period and wanted a pad with wings. They are short, straightforward, and generally get the job done when it comes to menstruation. They’ve got a light blue design on them and the surface is part that perforated plasticky feel, without it being too plasticky. They fit in my panties properly. You will notice some of the other pads are way too big for my panties, and tend to widen the gusset. This is super annoying, as the wider pad tends to fold upwards more ^ which is both annoying in general, but also, as I’ve said, reduces the pads effectiveness. The reason why a lot of pads will be wide for my panties in general, and these panties specifically, is that they are girls panties. I wear a lot of cotton panties for girls, I just love the look and feel, what can I do. But as you can see, the wings are pretty big, and clearly able to accommodate much larger panties, they are almost overlapping on my undies. So I put the pad in, and immediately went to the kitchen to trigger my next sneeze. I did forget to mention that I cleaned out my nose after each test, as having little bits of burny cinnamon in your nose is not fun. Anyhow, predictably I had another leak, of about the same size as the others (perhaps a little bigger, as I could feel my bladder being unhappy with me putting it under so much strain). Once again the wings were this pad’s downfall. This time the right side helped run the pee right into my inner thigh and create a visible wet spot on my tights (nothing serious but a spot none the less, everything shows on light gray sweats). The entire wing was wet (as you can possibly see here). And despite otherwise doing its job, the pad felt clearly wet and yucky. You know those advertisements where they put a piece of paper on a just-wet pad and lift it off to show how dry the pad leaves you feeling? Well this pad would have failed the test. My lady parts were rather wet, inside and out, and if I had to wear this pad for any amount of time after a leak (say the time it would take to make it to the loo to change, or even longer), I would have been seriously uncomfortable. I have the same verdict on the previous pad as well by the way. As you can see, I got my panties a tiny bit wet taking the pad off and taking pictures. And again, the annoying thing with the wings is that while they protect your panties, they seem to imperil your clothing. So the overall verdict is pretty much as you could predict, period pads should be used for their intended purpose, and aren’t really up to the task of containing pee. I should say that the first pad seemed to have been designed to accommodate both, as it worked pretty well. Perhaps somewhere there is an airplane supply company that made the case to airlines that the free pads available in the washrooms should be multi-purpose. I do still have a couple of other airline pads from other flights, so I’ll test this out in the future. I hope you enjoyed my test and expect more soon. Don’t forget that all of my panties could be yours! Get in touch if you’d like to buy a pair of my dirty panties! http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Rach My other pad tests:
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  10. In this cozy diaper video, we get to watch Alisha intentionally pee in her diaper, then masturbate in it. This simple video drops any kind of pretense or scenario. It simply features the beautiful Alisha Adams doing what she loves- Wetting her diaper and masturbating. Wearing a black shirt and a thick, white, tabbed adult diaper, Alisha proudly stands with her feet planted as she intentionally wets herself, knowing we are watching. Once she finishes peeing she enjoys a few minutes feeling her squishy wet diaper. Then, sitting down on the floor, she slides her hand into her diaper and begins to masturbate. After climaxing she lays back on the floor and relaxes, a giant smile on her face, never removing the soaked diaper.
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  11. Version 1.0.0

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    WARNING: brief nudity included. Please support her and buy some clips of Penny. HF
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  12. Yeah I toss and turn a little. Sometimes it’s too much and I let it fly in my bed :) I have a vinyl mattress protector though... I keep it on these days so I can have some fun and not worry when the time comes
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  13. I second this, the yellower the better! Off the top of my head I can only think of WHP #55, though I'm sure I've seen more - will update if they come back to me!
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  14. If you've been following live thread you'll see that I nearly had an accident this morning, then went to cinema with the usual huge drinks... then out for lunch with drinks. was pretty despy but was convinced to hold.... last longer than I thought, all be it with damp knickers... it got too much.. ads a little floor puddle so jumped into shower.. was weeing before I could do anything about it... IMG_0234.MOV
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  15. A/N: Here's one for Ben 10 It’s during a trip to another tourist destination when the family gets stuck in traffic, traffic so bad that they make nearly no move for a very long time. Getting stuck like this always makes Ben impatient, but today is worse than usual, and it’s not just the traffic that is making it so bad. For a little while now, he’s needed to go to the bathroom, but their bathroom is in need of repairs, meaning that they’ve all had to wait until rest stops in recent times. Typically, that has been bearable, but typically, they haven’t been stuck in traffic with no way to pull over. Today, he can’t help but be nervous, considering he has no idea how long it will take them to get somewhere where they can pull off. He isn’t sure how bad it’s going to get before they can stop, or even if they will be able to stop in time, and he doesn’t want to think about that possibility, but he’s definitely getting more nervous about that happening. As he squirms, he can’t help but notice that Gwen looks a little uncomfortable as well, and it isn’t hard to figure out that she’s in the same boat as him. With both of them desperate, he knows that this long trip is only going to get all the more interesting, but when she asks if they can possibly pull over soon, she gets the response that Ben was expecting: that there’s no way they can pull over right now, the traffic is too bad and they’re completely stuck, there is nowhere to go. Which means that they are both definitely in for the long haul, and will both have to do whatever they can to hold out for as long as it takes to get through this jam and to a rest stop. Ben decides to try his best to hold it, and he sees Gwen crossing her legs, looking determined. Neither of them say anything to one another, because that would just feel too weird, but he can tell that they both are thinking the same thing; they’re going to do everything in their power to avoid wetting themselves and making a humiliating mess. But determination can only do so much, and the two of them both find their desperation growing rather quickly, quicker than expected. It doesn’t seem as easy to hold now, but Ben still doesn’t want to give up just yet. He doesn’t want to, but more time passes and his bladder grows so full that it gets to a point that he can’t sit still at all, and even grabs himself from time to time to prevent leaks, until he isn’t able to let go at all, and just holds himself, whimpering every now and again. Gwen tries to be more subtle but it isn’t long before she’s holding herself as well, both groaning in agony as their desperation grows but the traffic does not get much better at all. Finally, it gets to a point that Ben knows there’s no way he’s going to make it much longer, and, since he can’t take it anymore, he quickly goes for a bottle. He unzips, letting loose inside the bottle, something that grosses Gwen out quite a bit, but also makes it more difficult for her to hold, getting to see and hear everything he does. She grits her teeth and squeezes her thighs together around her hand, where she still grabs herself, and says, “That’s so gross, Ben.” “I couldn’t hold it anymore,” he replies, with a sigh of relief, trying not to let her know how embarrassed he is. Once he’s finished, he does feel a lot better, but Gwen is still not in very good shape, and her attempts to hold it grow more and more futile. Traffic has still barely moved, and if Ben couldn’t hold it anymore, she knows that she won’t be able to hold it anymore soon enough either. In fact, it isn’t much later that she starts to leak, and she panics, knowing that it’s all over for her, and not wanting to fully wet herself. Panicked, she asks, “Is there anything for me to go in?!” Ben quickly hands her a large cup, but it’s too late for her to move somewhere else, to go where he can’t see her. She just barely has time to pull down her pants and panties before the dam is broken, and she lets go, nearly filling the cup before her bladder is finally empty. She is so relieved at first that Gwen cannot bring herself to care that Ben is watching her right now. It was to a point where she couldn’t wait anymore and had to let it out, so it takes a moment of her basking in her relief before the humiliation finally sets in. Then she blushes furiously and both she and Ben look away as she covers herself up and mutters, “Please don’t ever mention it again.” “Trust me, I won’t,” he replies.
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  16. Facebook group

    Facebook is so full of advertisements that I wouldn't trust it with anything I wouldn't put in a postcard.
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  17. I keep leaking xD The toilet if i can last that long
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  18. Oh that's cool to know :D And FYI, I managed to download these videos by using the "VideoDownloadHelper" extension for Firefox. The download speed was slow... but I managed to get the videos. Also, I managed to download the videos with file extensions unlike you. The videos are in the .mp4 format. All you have to do is add the ".mp4" extension at the end of the file names. The video should play correctly in any video player other than VLC. No additional tinkering required. When I browsed this blog for other videos, VideoDownloadHelper detected most of the videos as .mp4. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- NOTE For people having trouble playing these videos... just add ",mp4" at the end of the file name and the video should play normally in most video players. In fact, try this trick with all of the videos that Rachel uploaded in the last couple days. The videos should play just fine.
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  19. We wonder what made you curious about that fact. There are many in our world who infer their existence as a plural. This is a joint account of multiple users but we like referring ourselves as we and love to confuse people on who is posting. We hope this solved your curiosity.
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  20. The rules haven't even been implemented yet, as I've discussed in the last thread, and probably above in this one too. They have to be filed with the Federal Register, and then the 60 day waiting period is observed. Additionally, this is a long game. It'll take time for paid prioritization deals like those between Comcast and Netflix to be brought down from the attic, and for other ISPs to follow suit. Zero-rating has already become common, but it was still in a grey area before this repeal, so it was never explicitly prohibited. Direct throttling and blocking/paywalling of specific content is unlikely to happen soon, if at all. Tiered access is very likely, however, and I expect ISPs to begin experimenting with this soon, assuming a stay isn't placed during the impending litigation against the FCC. Additionally, you will still pay more even if your ISP doesn't raise your bill a dime, or charge you a single extra fee. This is because when your ISP charges the platforms you consume content from/through for prioritization, that cost is inherently passed on to you through your subscription to those services, or increased ads running alongside what you actually want to watch. You may not pay more to Spectrum or CenturyLink directly, but you will pay more for things like Hulu, Netflix, and the upcoming Disney streaming service, and you'll sit through more/longer ads on YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, etc. If they go after Spotify and Apple Music as well, that'll raise the cost of those services as well. Although they could just try to charge Apple as a whole, given the App Store is probably a much larger bandwidth hog than just the music service. That's usually the opposite of how this works, until they pull an EA, go too far, and then reverse course. Shareholders invest in a company to see a return on investment. Also, in a lot of cases, average people won't know! When Comcast double charges Netflix for unfettered access to their customers, Comcast makes extra money that they'll invariably share with their investors, and even though your ISP bill didn't go up, you still pay more, because Netflix has to raise their subscription prices to cover these new fees, or pay their employees less, or cut their content budgets, whatever. It's money Comcast wouldn't have made otherwise, and it's opaque to the end-user, so people won't be as up in arms about it, and the shareholders will love it. Most of those providers are extremely local, and cover less than 20,000 potential customers. Additionally, over 1500 of them are wireless providers. It lists 16 cable providers (DOCSIS/Hybrid Fiber Coax) that have coverage over a population of at least 1 Million people (0.3% of the US population), as well as 21 fiber providers (FTTP, presumably, though they don't specify) and 18 copper providers (DSL/ADSL/VDSL) with the same. Here's an ars article from June describing the nearly 5 million households who can't even get 3Mbps down, 10.6 million households who can't get 25Mbps at all, and the total of 50 million who have at most one provider offering a 25Mbps tier, if that (that 50 million figure includes the previous two groups). https://arstechnica.com/information-technology/2017/06/50-million-us-homes-have-only-one-25mbps-internet-provider-or-none-at-all/ And if 40% of the country only having one broadband (25Mbps+) option (if that) wasn't enough, over 30% of the country can only get access to the internet from companies that have previously violated the old net neutrality rules, or violated the principals in the past. https://motherboard.vice.com/en_us/article/bjdjd4/100-million-americans-only-have-one-isp-option-internet-broadband-net-neutrality Now, I didn't say that. I did however try to make it quite clear that this is not an issue that will be resolved satisfactorily on our behalf. This is an issue we have to work to get results. This means calling your representatives consistently until Congress passes a proper net neutrality bill. This means calling your local candidates offices/campaigns next year and making it known this is a dealbreaker issue for you in November. This means (assuming the prohibition on preemptive state regulations is struck in court) calling your state representatives and insisting they take action to protect net neutrality for residents. This means showing up to next years elections, both primaries (if held), and the general, and voting based on your priorities, including this one. This means continuing to educate your peers on this issue, and helping them become informed of the way their preferred candidate stands on it. Have them call too! If you want to go a step further, and if your state hasn't already passed a law banning it, you can call your city council and ask that they look into implementing a municipal broadband network. ;) Edit: Also, if a "One Touch Make Ready" ordinance/law is on the table where you live, call in to show your support for that too. That's the kind of thing that makes it much easier for companies like Google to come in and build out fiber networks from scratch, and can be make or break for a new competitor looking to enter a market.
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  21. Satanic Short Pee scene View File Short pee scene in the Movie Satanic on Netflix In the Movie at 46:43 Minutes Submitter Nunu Submitted 12/17/2017 Category Female
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  22. Wow! We're overwhelmed that people actually responded to our survey. Preach sister!
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  23. Left it too long for desperation video.. and hit time lapse again but.. IMG_0235.MOV
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  24. I quite enjoyed that. I'm glad to see you're still writing.
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  25. It's not exactly uncommon to be living with parents and going to college these days.
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  26. That's my favorite kind of pee-za
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  27. Ok why not, though I think your sample is a little biased ;) 1)Did you wet the bed without protection with your partner on the other side? I have not done this, I've always had protection on my bed, for accidents and other leaks. 2)Have you tried any bedwetting hypnosis videos? Did they work? Only the reverse (i,e. to stop bedwetting) and it did not. 3)Favourite gender bedwetting videos? Both! As long as it is authentic, there aren't enough male bedwetting videos out there! 4)Do you know how to trigger the "Pee Dream"? No. 5)Did you wet your bed when you were young(or the present) because of nightmares of a scary movie/game? No. 6)Have you seen someone(live/in real life) wetting(not wet stains;the live peeing) the bed? Apart from myself? A few people after parties, and some friends when I was really young. 7)If you had the ability to make others(anyone you wanted) to wet their beds as long as you wanted. Would you use/test that ability? No. I'd ask them to do kinky bedwetting stuff with me, but using this kind of power would violate consent. 8) Are we obsessed with bedwetting? #fetish
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  28. So as many of you will know, my OAB has been acting up again. This has resulted in a higher-than-normal number of daytime leaks, some more significant key-in-latch leaks and accidents, and wet beds. This is a description of one of those wet beds from this past Friday. I’m scheduled to see my urologist in the news year so that I can get scheduled for another round of Botox injections, which have been very successful at significantly reducing these issues in the past. In the meantime, I’m taking precautions which generally include wearing pads during the day and Goodnites at night. I’m also keeping a voiding diary for my urologist (I know the drill by now, believe me), and I’m recording about 2 wet beds a week in it. The good news is that I still fit Goodnites and that the new ones hardly ever leak for me, even with a full bladder. As an aside, one of my coping mechanisms for my OAB growing up, or perhaps just a link between it and my discovering and exploring my budding sexuality, was experimenting with wetting, desperation, and diapers, as well as pads. Wearing pads every day has also got me playing about with pads, you may have seen some of my write ups of my ‘experiments’ with pads: Anyhow, I’ve also been taking regular lifestyle precautions to reduce my OAB symptoms, you would be surprised what kinds of foods and drinks can exacerbate the matter. So I’ve cut out spicy foods and I’m trying to reduce my caffeine intake (particularly in the evenings), and you know, the regular stuff like reducing fluids in the evening, double voiding, staying hydrated, and that sort of thing. Things I did all the time when I had more serious OAB symptoms. So my evening routine is generally to stop fluids at least 2 hours before going to bed, try to pee at least twice before going to bed, and pulling on a Goodnite. This has resulted in only two wettings a night, which is much improved from back in the day. I can usually tell if it’s going to be a wet night (or morning rather) because I don’t follow this routine closely, or I don’t void my bladder completely, that sort of thing, not always, but usually. Following all of these routines closely can be a little difficult when your schedule gets messed up, and nothing messes up your schedule more than the holiday season. So, the background aside, this Friday there was an after work holiday drinks and cookies party at my husband’s lab. So after work, rather than heading home for a quiet evening (I’m not a party animal, most evenings you will find me at home curled up on the couch with a good book, a warm hubby, and/or the TV), I grabbed the Skytrain to meet up with my husband and his work crew. Now his work friends are an interesting bunch of scientists, computer people, and all around geeks, and normally their gatherings are pretty tame. I love these people, they are my people, so I love doing things with them. On this night, there was a ton of cookies, a gingerbread computer (several gingerbread kits remodeled into a vintage desktop, with jujube and icing keyboard), and wine, lots of wine. Warm delicious mulled wine, cold white wine, and a rich red wine. Here was a wide-eyed, tired Rachel (scheduling shifts for volunteers over the holidays is a huge pain and has been driving me mad all week), who was in need of a drink, or maybe 3 or 5. So I broke several of the rules I’ve been trying to follow for the past month and a bit, I drank alcohol before bed, I drank quite a bit of it, and a lot of that alcohol was sugary, warm and spiced! As many of you will know, I’m a pretty messy drunk, and while I don’t get drunk all that often, this Friday I let loose. My husband’s work was providing cab vouchers, there was tons of wine and lovely geeks, and I was in my drunken element. I did pace myself, but as the evening progressed I got pretty sloppy. I made it to the toilet often, and only had to change the larger Always Discreet pad I was wearing twice (more because I got silly and faffed about in the washroom when I went to pee, rather than on account of any stress leaks or bladder spasms). Things wrapped up about half-past midnight, and we grabbed a cab home. Once home, we did not head to bed. Instead we made salty snacks (there were way too many sweet things at the party), which I think included very simple buttery pasta and crackers? Then we lounged about on the couch and watched something. I honestly can’t remember what it was, I was intent on making out with my husband like a drunken teenager, and was getting all frisky with him. After a while I got the idea into my head that I’d go slip into something sexy, and I headed off to the bedroom. I removed all my clothes, and put on an old nighty of mine. It’s not particularly sexy, rather it’s white and has spaghetti straps which are a little annoying when you are trying to sleep. I’ve also had it for years and in this time it’s accumulated a number of random stains. However, I got it into my head that I wanted to wear this night (and only this night, Rachel wasn’t even wearing panties at this point), and then have my husband tear it off me and then have his way with me. A super sexy fantasy, bodice-ripper style! I returned to the living, pretty toasted, and resumed heavy patting my husband on the couch. I pulled his hand up under my nighty so he could feel I was not wearing panties, I rubbed nibbled all over him. He was certainly enjoying himself and the TV program was quickly forgotten. Did I mention I was pretty drunk? Well I asked him to take me in the bedroom – and I should add that I mentioned about the nighty tearing off part, and he seemed a little apprehensive. Some guys are just too nice and don’t like the idea of being rough with a lady, and my hubby is one of these guys. We have done rough stuff in the past, but never drunk, and he articulated to me that this probably wasn’t a good idea. I agreed and rather than continue things, we both ended up heading back to the bedroom and almost immediately falling asleep. Now normally when we have party nights, and even before my OAB was acting up, my husband or I would remember to put Rachel in protection for the night. Even when my OAB was tamed by Botox, I would still occasionally wet the bed after an evening of drinking, just the way my body processes and then immediately releases, alcohol. There have been some night when I didn’t remember doing it, but woke up in a not-so tidily taped Molicare or a Goodnite, and was glad of the protection they afforded my bed. But on this night, we both forgot. All amorous intent evaporated the second we reached the bedroom, and we were both out like lights. The next morning I woke up, earlier than I would have liked, cold and wet. I was laying in soaked nighty, which was only partly covering my body. The purple sheets around me we soaked, and one of the straps of the nighty had come off my shoulder, moving the whole thing down, and resulting in the nighty getting soaked all the way down its side. My husband was still asleep but the cold wetness of the morning scared away my morning grogginess very quickly. I nudged my husband awake and shamefacedly told him that I’d wet the bed. He was hung-over and groggy and in no mood to be awake. I felt over on his side of the bed to see if he’d got wet, but it seemed as though the puddle was restricted to my side. I then got up, the cold wetness of the nighty coming into contact with more of my body made me gasp, and I shepherded him into the living room. I set him up on the couch with a pillow and blanket, so he could go back to sleep, and set about cleaning up the wet sheets. I wasn’t too asleep or hung-over to not snap a few pictures for you all, so here they are, my soaked nighty, sheets and the mattress cover that fortunately protected my bed. My nighty got soaked all the way up to the strap! After balling up all the sheets and wiping myself down with a towel, I slipped into a Goodnite and nested on the naked mattress for a couple more hours of sleep. Anyhow, I thought I’d share this experience with you all, as it was one of my most recent actual bedwetting incidents, since I had this accident: As I've been wearing protection to bed every night since. At the time (and for most of the weekend), I was embarrassed by the accident, but well now, those feelings of embarrassment have changed and taken on a sexy character, and for those who were worried, Rachel definitely got herself laid a couple of times over the weekend ;) Happy Holidays everyone! Rachel
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  29. Bear with me... this might be a bit long, but I wanted to share my Anniversary experience as it was an amazing one. So... a while back I was out of state for work things... my wife asked me if she could have some money for a pair of boots. As I was double dipping to the tune of ~$4,000 a week at the time I said sure, and almost reflexively I added "...but you're gunna pay me back." It didn't really even occur to me at the time what I meant, but her voice got sly and she responded "Oh yeah? How am I going to do that?" That was when the idea hit me... "You know damn well how..." and left it at that. Her boots ended up going up in price before she got them bought, and over the next month or so her debt increased to $240. The whole time there was playful banter about payment. She might have had an idea of what was involved, but she had no idea. I let my wife in on this part of my life rather early in our relationship, and while I alluded to it being part of my BDSM desires, it didn't take her too terribly long to realize that wasn't entirely true. BDSM and Omorashi are 2 separate pron folder on my PC, sometimes they cross... normally they don't. Friday : We dropped our kids off at school, dropped our van off at my mom's house and grabbed my moms car to head out for our weekend. Not terribly far away, about 90 minutes, but a room with a hot tub, california king, in a huge area filled with malls and clothing stores. On our way out of town we stopped at McDonalds and she got herself a medium Caramel Frappe, and I got myself a large sweet tea. It was roughly 10-1030 as we hit the road, I don't know her last trip to the bathroom but... I know she locked the gate to the upstairs at 9am so sometime before then. As we got near our destination she threw out an offhand comment "When we get to the restaurant, I need to pee real quick before we order". I looked at her and replied "Naw... I don't think so". She got an exasperated look on her face and informed me that sometimes she is in the mood to play that game with me, but not this time. She needed to pee and didn't wanna play. I countered her argument with a very simple "Yeah, I get that... but you owe me $240, and it is time to collect". A large part of our Anniversary weekend involved spending all day Saturday shopping at the mall and various stores in the area, and there are an insane amount of them. She knew that I would be getting repaid for Saturday... and it finally started to sink in. I saw the faint slicker of a wry smile, followed by a heavy sigh and she knew she was beat. Game on. So we had us a very nice lunch, she had sweat tea (pretty much all weekend), I also had sweet tea. She ate some but not all of her food... she never does. Eventually it is time to go so we put everything in a doggy bag and she nudges me towards the edge of the booth. "We can't leave till you're finished babe" I state, staring pointedly at her two-thirds full refill of sweet tea. I can almost hear the curses on her face as she turns from me and grabs it, finishing it in a few slurps. Once we are back in our room, I place her in a state of undress and we kind of float around the hotel for a minute pawing and kissing at each other in jest while we unpack a little bit and get our affairs in order for the weekend. She is setting up her things in the bathroom, and I am installing my "Under the bed Restraint system" under the mattress of our bed, because it goes all the way to the floor. Once I am done, and she dances out of the bathroom, I grab my sweet tea from McDonalds out of the fridge. Still a bit more than half full and hand it to her, telling her she looks thirsty. She gives me a pained look but satisfies my demand with the sweet sounds of slurpy slurpy bottom of the cup. I scoop her up in my arms and whisk he away to the bed... it is time for the fun to begin. Side note : Tea makes for a great filler, not carbonated and doesn't give the pukey water feeling. Once on the bed the is kissing and touching and squirming and squealing. I know she has to pee, but it isn't anywhere close to danger levels yet. As I grab a wrist and and restraint it in the cloth cuff, she lets out another squeal and asks me when the hell I had done this. I ignored her and strap in the other arm, once the arms are locked down there is no way for her to escape. I torture her a bit further as I strap her legs in. This is the part where I was supposed to write that I tortured her mercilessly... but alas I cannot. I love her. I start kissing on her and teasing her clit and I realize I don't want to start our weekend off this way. I want to be good to her... so while she still had full control, I was. Any females who have had sex around 40-50% full can tell ya... it changes things, moves some stuff around, and done correctly can feel down right amazing. It didn't take long and I had her edging and begging me harder. I edged her a bit more then asked her softly, "You gunna be a good girl for daddy?" She hesitated ever so slightly, and I thrust once ever so slowly and she gave in and nodded yes. After a couple of orgasms (It is hard for dudes to count... just have to go off the "floods" of wetness) we are finished. I decide to untie her because she promised to be a good girl. "Can I go pee now?" she pleads, I turn to her slowly because I wanted to revel in the horror in her eyes when I inform her of the true game. "I dunno, lets see. You owe me $240... so lets say, hmm, 240 minutes. Divided by 60 is 4 hours. Denial started at 1130 so... I guess you can pee at 330 right?" Her true debt finally dawns on her, and the look on her face is priceless. She realizes she still has two hours left to go (and lunch+extra hasn't hit her yet), and now she truly understands what her shopping is going to entail. We lay down to watch a movie... but fail because the hotel internet is garbage. So we go to Netflix as a backup, watch a few episodes of the new season of "The Ranch" untill eventually she can't lie still anymore. I run us a nice hot "bath" in the hot tub. Her face when she gets in is pure beauty, I can see the desperation wracking her body as she lowers herself in, twice hesitating like she might get out instead. I ready my stern voice... but it goes unneeded. We relax for a bit, I put the jets on and manage to position my foot just right to redirect a jet straight inter her naughty bits. She sucks air through her teeth as she leaks a little bit, punches me twice and shrieks "That's not funny". My wife, to the best of my knowledge, has never peed herself as an adult, she is REALLY not keen on the idea, even in a bath style hot tub. We eventually get out and she dances around the room for a bit doing this and that, setting things out where they are easily accessible. All the while I am occasionally sneaking up behind her to "Love on her", which basically just consisted of of tickling, some gentle bladder pushes when the openings were there, and "helping" her to hold by putting my hand where she didn't want it at the moment. Eventually her dancing turned to waddling as she could no longer stand up straight. Her bulge was amazing and her time was getting near. I got in little bits of torture here and there but eventually her time was up. The debt had been repaid. I gave her a kiss and a loving smack on the ass as she ran of to get herself out of a mountain of debt. A new game had been formed... one my wallet might hate, but I was thoroughly enjoying. I am going to try and include some pictures of me and my wife at the end of the post for those who appreciate those sort of things with a story. I hope it wasn't too long or boring. These things always are better in person, but I though someone some others out there could benefit from my idea.
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  30. A/N: Another installment, this time for Loud House It’s a pretty normal day for Lincoln when he’s hit with the urge to pee, and he heads to the bathroom only to discover that one of his sisters is in the shower. He contemplates what to do and decides that it shouldn’t be too much longer, and he goes back to his room to try to distract him. It’s not that bad of an urge yet, so he doesn’t think it’ll be too difficult to hold it for a bit, and when he goes back to check, he’s sure that the bathroom will be free and that everything will be fine for him. However, he lets too much time pass, and is too distracted from his bladder, so much so that he doesn’t notice how bad his urge to pee is getting until he is suddenly overcome by a sharp pang in his lower abdomen, and he remembers that he had been putting that off. It’s gotten so much worse in the time that he wasn’t paying attention to it, and now he knows that he really, really needs to go soon, so he gets up and hurries for the bathroom, hoping that it’s finally free. But it isn’t, and he wants to cry when he hears someone taking a shower in there. Before, it was Luan, but when he calls out this time, asking, “Are you going to be done soon?” it is a different sister who responds. “No, I’m not, I just got in!” calls Leni, and he knows that he’s going to be in for a longer wait. The problem is, he isn’t sure if he can manage to wait much longer, but when he goes to another bathroom, he finds that the toilet is completely clogged, and essentially out of order. Now, he knows that he has to come up with another plan. It’s getting so bad for him and his bladder is so full and he is so desperate that he hurries for the kitchen, praying that no one will be in there. Fortunately, it is empty, and he’s so full now that he doesn’t think about what might happen if someone walks in, just hurries to the cabinet and grabs a cup, deciding this is the best course of action, since he’d have to stand on something to comfortably pee directly into the sink. However, it’s right as he’s about to unzip that Lori walks in, and he stops short. “What are you doing?” she asks, noticing his guilty expression and the empty cup in his hand. “Nothing, nothing!” he replies quickly, coming up with a lie. “I just finished this glass of water and I was putting in the sink! See?” He sits it down in the sink and says, “And now I’m just going outside, alright? Alright! See you later, Lori!” He hurries into the backyard, and, since it’s empty, he decides that his only option remaining is using the tree. At the very least, he knows that relief is in his reach, and he could cry, he has to go so badly. He approaches the tree at the exact moment that Lynn enters the backyard with her sports equipment and he freezes...or, well, mostly. The two of them stare at one another, and he can’t hold still, his bladder is so full, and he crosses his legs, fidgeting, even though he doesn’t mean to. It only takes Lynn a split second to figure out what his problem is, and then another to figure out what he was planning to do about it, and she scolds him, “Lincoln! You can’t just go outside! That’s gross! Seriously, what do you think you’re doing?” “The bathrooms are all either in use or not working, and I’ve really, really gotta go!” he replies, too frantic to try to hide it anymore. He certainly knows that he can’t hold it anymore. “Gross, man,” she says with a blush, and, as much as he doesn’t want to do something like in front of his own sister, there’s nothing that he can do other than give in now. He can’t wait anymore, and so he unzips, grossing Lynn out thoroughly as he pees on the tree, Except, that isn’t all there is to it for her. She brought her equipment into the backyard in case she wasn’t alone, so she would have an excuse for being back there, but in reality… “Can I join you?” she asks suddenly, frantically. “I really can’t hold it anymore!” She doesn’t wait for an answer before she strips from the waist down, squatting by the tree and letting go. And that’s not all; the problems seem to extend to more of the house, as Luna rushes outside, saying, “Don’t make this weird, dudes!” Just as she joins them, Lori nervously hurries outside, and then Lucy. It’s rather embarrassing for all of the siblings, but they’ve all been put in such desperate situations that there’s nothing any of them can do about it. At the very least, they’re all together on it, so when all is said and done, and Lincoln says, “I think we can agree to just forget this happened, right?” his sisters all think that’s a great idea.
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  31. My answer to “You wouldn’t download a car” was always “If it was physically possible, Hell Yes, I’d download a car!”
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  32. View File Wetting panties front her boss This is unique part cut of panty wetting video that i finded this Maid wetting her panties of fear front her boss. Submitter ero9007 Submitted 12/19/2017 Category Peeing
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  33. Got in from work, needed to put some washing on... also hadn't been to toilet since the morning.. had a naughty thought... IMG_0225.MOV
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  34. There is something sublimely satisfying about walking barefoot in the mud, feeling it between your toes and smelling the petrichor and fresh earth in the air. Not into it as a fetish, but I get it.
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  35. Ur-in Control

    I think this is the best feedback on my work I've had so far, and I'm very glad everyone likes it - I'm just sorry it's taking so long for me to get it all written down! Another part finished: Part Three A quarter of an hour remains until the bell rings. I decided to stop the excess transfer from Amy just to be on the safe side, but nonetheless Lauren’s bladder is about 90% full, and I can tell that her pelvic muscles are growing tired. Almost all her concentration is focused on her predicament – still holding herself out of sight with her left hand, her teeth clenched tightly, and shifting about in discomfort more and more frequently in her seat. Shannon has since returned from the bathroom, but Lauren doesn’t dare raise her hand again. I guess that she doesn’t want to draw anyone’s attention to herself, given her current state. A little past 12:17 and the inevitable finally occurs - a momentary lapse of concentration as she tries fruitlessly to return her attention to something within her textbook. I haven’t taken my gaze – physical and otherwise – away from her for the past ten minutes or so, and I see it as it happens. As her focus drifts away from her bladder, her muscles involuntarily loosen their grip ever so slightly for a fraction of a second – enough to allow a small trickle of pee to escape from her strained bladder, out from between her legs and into her hand. Both of us freeze. Lauren more so – her entire body tenses up as she feels the warm wetness on her fingertips. She presses them harder into her crotch and focuses intently on re-establishing her hold. After a few seconds of motionless concentration, she’s regained control enough and decides to take the risk – carefully relinquishing her grip and withdrawing her hand out from her underwear, keeping her legs pressed tightly together. She brings it out from beneath her blazer and up to her desk, palm upwards to inspect the damage. It was only a slight dribble for a fraction of a second – three of her small, slender fingers are barely wet, but I can feel the panic rising within her. She stares at her hand for a few seconds, and then brings it up closer to her face and sniffs lightly, as if she needed to confirm that it is pee. I raise both eyebrows in surprise. A little odd behaviour perhaps (the things a girl does when she thinks no one is watching!), but I was not about to complain. Rather, to my delight, I’m able to share the slight aroma of urine that she finds, before she quickly puts her hand back down at her side and discretely wipes the wetness off onto the fabric on the side of her black skirt. Lauren looks up at the clock and sighs painfully. 12 minutes to go. She takes a glance around the classroom, and I wonder if she’s about to ask if she can leave early. I’m not sure what I can do if she does – I don’t think I should pull a stunt like with Shannon again. Against my better judgement, I consider breaking my personal rules. A muscle spasm that would result in the loss of control isn’t beyond my ability (and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t done it before), though it still just didn’t feel like the right thing to do. Or perhaps I could just transfer her the remaining 10% that she needed – it probably wouldn’t make much of a difference at this point. Lauren bites her lip, silently considering her options. I restrain myself, and wait for her to make a decision. 92%. Eleven minutes. Seemingly making up her mind about something, she slides back in her seat, though still leaning forward in discomfort. She reaches down with both hands, grabs the hem of both her skirt and underwear and pull them up slightly, the fabric tightening slightly around her nether regions. And then, to my complete surprise, she not only uncrosses her legs, but spreads them apart ever so slightly. I haven’t had as much experience as I’d like with this sort of thing – and though I can’t read minds, I can confidently tell the difference between when someone’s need overwhelms them and they lose control, and when someone intentionally lets go. Lauren does the latter. She sits completely still, staring aimlessly ahead with both her hands gently gripping the sides of her chair, and deliberately relaxes her pelvic muscles ever so slightly. Another trickle of urine dribbles out from between her legs and into her underwear. It only lasts a fraction of a second before she stops the flow, and remains motionless. A few seconds pass, and then she loosens her grip again, allowing another small stream to escape. I’m in shock – not only at the fact that Lauren has decided to actually try letting a little bit out to relieve the pressure, but also that I guess she thinks it will help. Everyone knows it doesn’t. Two small dribbles has barely made a dent in her bladder, and she’s still over 90%. And yet, no more than ten seconds pass before she relaxes a third time, and pees a little bit more. A few more seconds of holding, and then another intentional leak. As I watch Lauren continue to slowly and discretely pee in her clothes in the middle of class, I start to grow a bit concerned at the amount she’s releasing. Far too much for a simple pair of panties to hold. I start to contemplate the situation. The classroom chairs are metal with flat seats – they aren’t going to be useful in hiding any wetness. Perhaps her intention is to do as much as she can without drawing attention to herself, and then leave as soon as class ends in the hope that no one realises what has happened before she’s gone. But by now the back of her skirt must be wet – and despite them being black in colour, the material means a wet spot will be easily visible, and she doesn’t have a jacket, nor would her blazer cover it. Maybe her plan is simply to hope no one is paying enough attention to notice. That’s the best I can think of. She lets a sixth dribble of pee out, the same amount as before. Something isn’t quite right. I try and sense what she’s experiencing under her skirt, and what I sense confuses me. For sure, I know what it feels like to pee in one’s underwear, and this wasn’t it. With her garments pulled tight, I’d expect her to feel the fabric absorb each dribble of urine, and for the warmth and wetness to spread evenly along her privates as her panties fill with pee. By now she should be aware of her skirt starting to grow wet around her rear and the backs of her thighs. But that’s not what she feels. It’s warm and wet for sure, but only around her labia itself – not as if all the fabric between her legs is soaking wet as it should be by now. In fact, it doesn’t feel like the cotton of her panties at all… It takes a moment for me to figure it out. ‘Oh!’ I exclaim – quietly, but aloud – in surprise as I realise what’s going on. I don’t know how I had managed to miss it in the first place. ‘Hmm?’ Josh, who I’ve forgotten existed but has been sitting in silence next to me, looks up from his textbook. ‘Nothing,’ I reply quickly. ‘Just figured something out.’ ‘Something’ being that Lauren is wearing a sanitary pad.
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  36. I find that compression helps. It's stupid, but putting underwear over the diaper is my preferred method. Yeah, like they said!
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  37. If you want to conceal your diapers, ABU isn't the best. Onesies and underwear will muffle the sound the best.
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  38. Leaking depends on how much you wee and how good the diapers are, really. Some lower capacity ones are only designed for light incontinence and won’t hold a full wetting - but are also generally smaller, so they’re less visible. Much thicker ones can pretty much last a day, but if you were wearing something tight fitting like jeans, they’d be a lot more obvious to casual observers. They can also get heavy - kind of expectable when they’ve absorbed a few litres of liquid, lol.
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  39. Totally forgot to upload last month's Patreon reward for Druly~ Also another Omo-based pony commission for @LunasAuditor
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  40. i did some new stuff finally. wonder if anyone still checks this thread
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  41. There's a saying around here that pretty much translates to "throw the stone and hide the hand" to call out that kind of behaviour. If they were calling a fake dare as a joke they should have stopped you as you walked in the middle, not just wait for what they literally asked for to happen. Omorashi interests aside, you still had the guts to do it, not everyone would be able to. I'll gladly commend your bravery there. The surprised comments and the teasing are the only things out of place here.
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  42. I'd hate to take pleasure in someone else's discomfort, but that was really cute. Glad she handled it well. Although you'll probably want to tell her eventually that's not the end of the story.
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  43. I really soaked these diapers, and while I was sitting in my chair playing video games, I felt my ass was very wet. Got my jeans wet and my chair only a little. Took some more snapshots. This diaper I REALLY like. It's incredibly comfortable, is VERY thin when dry, but gets really squishy and snug when soaked. It's Depend flex fit, maximum absorbent. Also, I spent an almost insane amount of time shaving my legs for the first time the night before. Feels amazing, to be honest. And it really made these pics come out SUPER good. Looks so childish, like a toddler. And also somewhat feminine. This is getting fun... ^_^
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  44. I'm going to make some things really damn clear here, since it seems some people still somehow have a hard time understanding basic human decency and morals. First, a point I can not seem to emphasize enough. I, we, do not tolerate blatant creeps on this site whatsoever. Posting about any events involving stalkerish-like behavior or anything of the sorts is absolutely not tolerated in this community. If you post about stalking anyone on this forum, you will now be permanently banned on first offense. Your IP address will be blacklisted. You will not pass go. You will not collect $200. If you directly encourage or support this behavior in these threads in any way, you will be permanently banned on first offense. Your IP address will be blacklisted. You will not pass go. You will not collect $200. If you defend the act of stalking in any way, you will be permanently banned on first offense. Your IP address will be blacklisted. You will not pass go. You will not collect $200. If we find out you are using our platform to try to stalk or harass others in real-life, being banned will be the least of your concerns. Your account information will be forwarded to the local authorities. You will not pass go. You will go directly to jail. This community has been online for over 6 years now. I'm happy to say in those 6 years, we have rarely ever had things get to this point before. But it has happened. I have worked directly with law enforcement in the past to prosecute someone who was stalking and harassing a member of this community before. I will do it again if necessary. This shit will not be tolerated here. You will not be tolerated here. If you want to remain a member of this community, you will treat members with respect. You will not objectify our content creators and cry and whine if they ever have to stop producing content for reasons outside their control. You will grow the fuck up. You will act like a decent, sensible human being. You will not turn this forum into a hugbox where we protect members engaging in creepy or harassing behavior. Period. If you don't like it, you can fuck right off. There are plenty of communities out there where the admins don't care about this kind of thing and let creeps like this run rampant without a care. This is not that kind of community, and I will never allow it to turn into such a cancerous cesspool. I'd like to take this opportunity to remind our members that if someone is ever making you feel uncomfortable on this site, whether in public or in private through the forums messaging system, we are always here to help. Please report these individuals to us. Please do not give personal contact information out to people you don't trust. If someone you don't know asks for such information, please report them to us. Thank you.
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  45. Tumblr Finds

    Is it this?
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  46. Hold it contest 3

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