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  1. On top of everything else, this is a really lousy way to bring up your fetish, folks. Have a conversation like this, and then if the person you're talking to ever finds out about your fetish this conversation will look suuuuper creepy in retrospect. Want to bring up your fetish? Here's the process: 1) Is this person a sex partner of yours? No? Then they have a right not to know about your fetish. Your friends, students, family members, and casual acquaintances don't want to hear about how you get off. 2) Ok, so assuming they're a sex partner of yours. Do an assessment. Do you feel safe and comfortable around them? Do they already like you? Then you should tell them directly that you have a fetish, and that it's that you're into people peeing their pants. Choose a time to do it that is appropriate—I like to do it when lying around after sex. People feel both close and vulnerable then, and the lovey-dovey hormones help. Don't break it to them like you're telling them you have cancer. You're letting them know there's a fun way they can please you in bed and out of it. 3) Worried they might reject you if you tell them? Ok then, do a second assessment. How open are they about bodily functions? Do they pee with the door open? Are they relaxed about farting in front of each other? How squeamish are they in general? Do they say "ew" a lot? Are they kinky? Because if they're kinky they'll probably understand that your kink isn't something you chose. 4) If based on the second assessment it seems like they might be open minded about this stuff, then tell them. If it seems like they won't be, well, unless it's something casual that you don't see lasting long, you should probably tell them anyway, or break it off, because your fetish is not going to go away, and you do not want to spend the next six decades with someone you don't trust enough to tell them about your fetish plainly and truthfully. 5) Still worried they may reject you? Want to be absolutely certain they're cool with it before you ask? Tough, you can't know. No amount of creepily-casually bringing up wetting in random contexts will let you know whether they are cool with doing this thing with you. Just ask. Serially dating? Practice telling people now so that you'll be less nervous when you get around to telling somebody you're really into. I've told 5 different women about my fetish in the last year. The worst reaction was, "I'm ok with you having this fetish, but I'm not doing that." One woman seemed ok with it but also like she would be hesitant to try it. The other three were pretty enthusiastic about giving it a go. So that's the advice. Just be honest with people and they'll be cool about it. And if they're not cool about it, that's a good red flag for somebody you don't want to spend your life with.
    4 points
  2. I'm not an English teacher, but I am probably more qualified to be that than anything else I do well. I'm sorry it had to come to this, but I am going to grade your paper. Because they are so common, all incorrect ellipses will be replaced by a large bolded and underlined number representing how many dots have been removed. Keep in mind I am only pointing out misspelled words and grammatical errors; there will be no suggested revisions to the base structure of the essay. Based on what you have said thus far, I am forced to conclude one of the following possibilities must be true: 1.) You are a teenager somewhere in Europe who dreams of having this job and are influenced by film, but have no experience teaching English. 2.) You moved to eastern Europe in your youth and have had non-English-speaking people take an interest in your experience, but have made little or no money in teaching. What I can most assuredly say is not true, are the following scenarios: 1.) You have enough experience with "Western" culture to teach it. 2.) You have enough experience with the English language to teach it. 3.) You have experience as a teacher on payroll. 4.) You have ever been approached by a multinational corporation with a job opportunity. 5.) You get paid a high salary. 6.) You selected your own salary. Things that might be true: 1.) You do off-roading. 2.) You have had to travel to do off-roading. 3.) You have traveled to other countries. 4.) You have friends from or in other countries. 5.) You have friends who look up to you for advice. 6.) You have been employed as a teacher by a company that hires less qualified employees in order to get away with paying them less, which is likely illegal in your country, but bringing them to justice would likely result in you losing your job with no sufficient compensation. - - - - - Lastly, as I had been noticing and apparently Brittanybunny also noticed, you claimed that in the conversation (in which the following topic had not yet arisen) with your former student, you told the following story: You had a former student who approached you with a bedwetting problem and asked your advice. You gave your advice (said advice is not stated). She responded that she wished she had diapers to wear in class. After relaying this off-topic story, you asked your former student, unprovoked, if she had a similar problem. She blushed and admitted that she had been a bedwetter once, and thanked you for not making fun of her for it. I have written this synopsis of your original post with great care and attention to detail. If I have misinterpreted your meaning in any way, then I assure you the mistake is on your end.
    4 points
  3. Again, back to my original finding in your first post, you said the uni person wasnt real, now you say she is, why not show this to the girl you lied to? If your “uni” friend is real and thinks this would be funny, why not show the other girl too? You claim you didnt do anything wrong, so why not show her your original first post? About how she admitted to her bedwetting problems secretly to her past professor because you brought up a girl who was in a similar situation, and reads at the end of your first post “so even if your uni friend is imaginary “ and sees you lied about a fake situation with a fake person that tricked her into opening up I bet it wont be so funny anymore, your intentions even in the beginning were not in a good way to help people overcome shyness about wetting, you lied to a former student who trusts you and saw you as a caring person and made her tell a secret about herself because you made up a lie, not cool at all, and btw, being called a creepy professor is not a compliment I dont even think you are a professor because if you were you would be fired by now for so many reasons
    3 points
  4. 160.jpg

    From the album: Pokemon Omorashi

    2 points
  5. One way to find out, lol! Science is awesome. It has to do with electrons in an atom bumping up and down in energy states....in this case, it would absorb UV from a blacklight and emit some visible light when it drops back down. It's pretty hit-or-miss as to which everyday substances will do it. I do know urine contains a lot of phosphorus, which is known to fluoresce....yeah....I'm curious. Someone should do the experiment; I'm not sure what the result would be. I'll expect a full report and published whitepaper in the near future. -Bud
    2 points
  6. Ah right, that makes sense...
    2 points
  7. That's not fat, that's more lesbian under the skin. I concur with the others, you are super adorable!
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  9. Omo Trainer

    Version 0.1.1

    2,761 downloads

    Omo Trainer keeps track of the fluids you drink, models your pee desperation over time, and allows or denies potty breaks. It also keeps track of your accidents to learn your personal bladder capacity. How to Play To begin: Be generally well hydrated. Don't drink significant fluids for 45 minutes or so before starting. Empty your bladder immediately before starting. Open the Omo Trainer app and leave it open while you go about your business. The rules: You may not pee unless Omo Trainer gives you permission. If you want to pee, you must ask Omo Trainer for permission using the "May I pee?" button. If you are permitted to pee, press the "Go pee." button immediately after emptying your bladder. Whenever you drink something, enter it in Omo Trainer; move the slider to the approximate amount of fluids then press the "Drink" button once. If you have an accident, press "I can't hold it!" This will reset the desperation meter and teach Omo Trainer about your bladder capacity. The Long Version The Dice Game If you'd prefer for the potty permission game to remain a mystery, don't read this! Omo Trainer decides potty permission based on a simple dice game: if your dice roll higher than your current desperation rating, you are allowed to go pee. Omo Trainer uses its estimate of your current bladder contents and average bladder capacity to calculate your desperation. The elegant thing about this game is that the higher your desperation, the lower the chance you will be allowed to pee. That means being denied permission once increases the chance that you will be denied permission again. Most of the time if you ask permission when you first need to go, you will be allowed to pee, but occasionally you will be forced to hold it to the point where an accident is a real possibility. The idea is to play this game while going about your normal day, to make things more exciting. You might notice that after asking permission, you can't ask again for some time. This delay is not a fixed amount of time, but rather depends on how much your desperation has increased since the last time you asked. That way, having a large bladder does not give you more chances to ask permission. Bladder Capacity Whenever you press "I can't hold it!" Omo Trainer records the amount it estimates you were holding and saves it between sessions. Omo Trainer uses the average of your accident amounts as your bladder capacity. Since the only way that Omo Trainer learns about your bladder capacity is when you have an accident, it is self-correcting for Omo Trainer to underestimate your bladder capacity. After all, then you will get permission to pee less, and will have more accidents, so Omo Trainer will learn. If Omo Trainer overestimates your capacity, however, you will get permission to pee more, and will have fewer accidents, preventing Omo Trainer from learning. This is why Omo Trainer begins be assuming a small bladder capacity of 500 mL. If you are dehydrated to begin with, a significant percentage of fluids will not reach your bladder, leading Omo Trainer to significantly overestimate your desperation and bladder capacity. Therefore hydrate well before playing. The Bladder Model Omo Trainer uses an exponential decay model for bladder filling. This is based on observing that since the volume of bodily fluids must remain constant, the rate at which the kidneys produce urine should be proportional to the amount of excess water in the body. The exponential decay model has been calibrated for a half-life equivalent to a urine production rate of 750 mL/hr. This is a reasonable estimate for a hydrated adult drinking a glass of water every 15-30 minutes. It makes sense to choose this rate to be on the high side because players are likely to drink a lot and it is better to err on the side of denying pee permission. To the scientists: please note that this model is intentionally simplistic. A more realistic mathematical model would require the app to numerically solve differential equations. The complexity would not be worth it, and it isn't really feasible anyway to expect users to enter accurate data about electrolyte balance. Source Code I have decided to release the source code of Omo Trainer. It's just a simple Python program and should run easily on any desktop operating system. You can find it here: https://github.com/perv-asive/omo-trainer. To run it, I would recommend creating a Python 3.5 virtual environment with the packages listed in requirements.txt.
    Free
    1 point
  10. Posting this is kind of really embarrassing so please be kind I ended up going a lot this time ;0;!
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  11. Doorway

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Two girls waiting for the toilet. Well, one girl waiting for the toilet. The other girl doesn't need to wait any more This has largely been me getting used to the colouring on the new software I'm using, so feedback is appreciated So far I feel like the new software is a lot more fun to use and that I'll be drawing a whole bunch more
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  12. So this happened about a couple months ago. I came home from work, took off my uniform and had a quick shower before I take my usual mid day nap. Its around 5:30 when i lay in bed and set my alarm for 8:30pm. (Yes i know my naps are long and sometimes the length of a full sleep) I later wake up to my alarm blasting in my ear looking for the yellow snooze button on my Iphone. I hit snooze and lay on my back, when i feel a pressure of me needing to pee. I ignore it as i am too comfortable and tired to get out of bed right away, along with the amazing feeling i have holding it. I tend to fall back to sleep for a few minutes before my alarm goes off again and i finally get up to go about my night. I get up, put on some grey sweats and a shirt when i hear someone message me. It was one of my girl friends ive known since i was 13. She wanted to know if i wanted to video chat with her and another mutual friend. So i reply with a “sure let me set up my ipad” and do just that. By this time im about at a 8.5 out of 10 but feel like holding it more. This is when i had the idea of trying to completely pee myself while on video chat but make sure no one even notices. I set up my ipad and chug a bottle of water and get the video call. I quickly grab a folded up towel, place it on my chair, sit in the towel and answer. We all greet each other with our “heys” and “what uuup” and start chatting about random things throughout our day. About 15 minutes into the call i feel all the water i just drank hit my bladder, hard. I went from an 8.5 to a 9.5 really quick. I start easing my hand down and hold myself discretely and keep chatting. A few minutes go by and they both go to grab something to snack on and by then i could finally hold myself with both hands. I shove one hand under my sweats but above my briefs and the other ontop of my hand to keep pressure. They come back and i go back to normal. As i remove my hand i feel myself lose a bit as it started to get a bit warm around my crotch area. It felt so good but i held it a bit more so it didnt pour out onto the floor and make a loud noise. Another couple minutes go by and i start to give in. As im listening and chatting i start peeing a little at a time. The first spurts come out into my briefs and i fell that warm and wetness spread and get onto my sweats. I take a quick look down to see how much i let out and i notice a wet spot the size of my palm already formed. I continue chatting and let out some more, starting to feel the warmth spread to my thighs and a couple drops go down my right leg. I secretly put my hand under my sweats to try and hold it a bit but by this point i had to go now. I relaxed and started peeing completely, knowing at this point it wouldnt make noise on the floor. I continue peeing, having it spread through my entire front half of my sweats and fill the towel completely. After about a minute of peeing, i finish and continue chatting for about 20 more minutes before i told then i had to go to sleep for work the next morning. I hang up and check the damage. My sweats went from light grey. To dark grey completely. I take a shower, clean up and get ready for bed and think of another time i could possibly do the same thing again.
    1 point
  13. WorldCup

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Scarlett's getting ready for the world cup. See if you can't figure out what team she's supporting. Nude versions of this and the dry version are available on request! Using a new program to draw by the way, it's much easier to use and colour with! What are your thoughts on this?
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  14. So I have tried to start a post before and it didn't take off. Seriously, their have to be more videos of smoking and peeing. I wont try to do that again (but please post if you have some) this may be more to everyone's tastes. Looking (and posting) videos of girl next door. No fancy camera work or acting. just peeing! hope not two many r reposts. Wetting Vids — happypantypisser why not.mp4
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  15. Finally recovered from being ill, but in my excitement to make a new video I kinda rushed this one, so the quality isn't as good (and I really wanted to do a wetting in this kit for awhile). Oh well...that means I have to make another one, hopefully sooner rather than later! cyc24.wmv
    1 point
  16. I have a somewhat full bladder. I'll bite. But first, @Omo_Guy and @cacahuete haven't responded, so I'm going to write an ending to their tales. They both ran into their respective bathrooms ready to get relief, but when they opened the door they were immediately sucked into a time vortex. Despite entering at different times, both arrived inside at the same time and together. As they flew across time, never to return, the time compression caused their bladders to fill extremely rapidly. They both wet themselves immediately, but then found themselves struggling again in only a couple minutes. They struggled to hold on, but it was no use! I'd ship them, but I'm not sure they'd be comfortable with that.
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  18. I've been trying to test the benefits of water as more now than ever, "drink lots of water!" is being shoved down everyone's throats on Instagram, as a mix of "summer glo-ups challenges" and "it's hot out" commentary. I also have a relatively weak bladder and a dedication to spending hours watching YouTube and playing Overwatch, which makes this annoying. So, I decided to try holding it. I usually hate the discomfort of having a full bladder, so I tend to go as soon as I feel a relatively strong urge, but drinking five bottles of water made that happen very quickly and I was getting bored of it. So, I decided to test how long I could bear to hold it, and with a catch: I really wanted to try what it was like to wet my panties. It's always fun to watch others do it, so much so that I never imagined needing or wanting to do it myself, as I didn't see the appeal of personally doing it. So, I wanted to see how it felt, but I wanted to have a lot to work with. I was only able to really hold it for about two hours before it became too intense, though I couldn't just let go on my bed and really didn't feel like doing a lot of cleanup, so I tried to experiment in the bathroom, where it's all easily cleanable tile and ceramic. I tried going in the bathtub first, sitting on the ledge of it, in nothing but my underwear, just releasing. The feeling of the warm wetness in my panties honestly felt so good, but it wasn't all that entertaining to just sit on the side of the bathtub so I decided to stand in it instead and just let go. It mostly began running down my legs from the sides of my underwear which felt both good and bad, but ultimately got me excited, so I tried stopping and touching myself and more just spilled out of my underwear that had apparently just pooled there. I massaged it until it stopped dripping, and then sat on the toilet to try going there where I'd be more comfortable to release my bladder, though not removing the underwear, and it felt better than standing, partially because there was no cleanup to worry about, and especially because I could feel it running down my butt and fulling wetting me. I also began to feel other urges, and if you're squeamish about messing, just flip past to the next paragraph, because I decided to have a bit of extra fun. I didn't want to actually mess my underwear, because I didn't feel like cleaning that mess, so I just took them off, and squatted on the floor in front of the toilet with some toilet paper down to lessen the mess. I don't know how some pornstars can do messing without peeing, because I couldn't stop my bladder and by the time I managed to relieve myself, the paper to catch my mess was already soaked with pee even though I was sure I was empty. I made quite a few dropping before cleaning up and wiping down the floor and flushing. It was all just so fun, and I can get the appeal of actually doing it yourself! It's freeing, fun, and arousing, and I am already drinking more to prepare to wet myself again, and I may try again in the future. If you have any suggestions, let me know! I'm not so comfortable taking pictures, but I can write with pretty good detail if anyone's interested in detailing what I do like that.
    1 point
  19. You don't seem to understand why people are down-voting your posts on here. There's two reasons you're missing, and they are demonstrated in the two sentences I quoted above. 1.) That's not something to take as a compliment. We're not trying to be rude or dig at your character, but we've said that you don't seem like an old professor type, and once we said that, you failed to convince us otherwise. You say things about you, but you don't demonstrate it. One would think that a person who teaches English--even if they were caught deep in casual speak with many errors--could put forth the effort to type clearly in order to demonstrate an actual grasp of the English language. Furthermore, if you had a decent grasp of the English language, you would have been able to see why we thought your initial post was confusing, and you wouldn't have immediately tried to defend it but would have instead tried to correct your own mistakes. Your continued insistence that you made no mistakes, along with continued insistence of things which are very likely lies, is the second reason you are getting downvotes (the first reason is in the next paragraph). I'll be the first to say that it's possible you really are an English teacher, but if you really wanted us to believe that, the better way to go about it, rather than insist it, would be to demonstrate it. <-take notes, I just made a sentence with five commas, no lists, and it isn't a run-on sentence We don't want to shame you here. We don't want you to come away from this post miserable. We don't want to shred our relationship with you, and we don't want to burn that bridge, either. What we want is for you to have the fortitude to recognize when you were wrong. You don't have to apologize if you're not comfortable with it, but you shouldn't dig yourself in deeper by repeating the same things you've already said. Even if you're right and we're wrong, all it will do is continue to divide you and us further apart. 2.) I'm a shy person, and I don't need advice for how to wedge a topic into a conversation. Sometimes a conversation isn't compatible with a topic. I like @kochel428's advice but more than anything I find the best advice I could give to anyone is empathy, sincerity, and patience, in that order. You must have the empathy to determine when it is okay to insert the topic into the conversation, the sincerity to say how you truly feel about it, and the patience to understand it's not always the best time and you won't always get the best reaction. Now I do have an advantage over many in being able to get conversations into a very personal place; people tend to appreciate being able to confide in me, it's a special ability I have and I don't know how it works. But on the flip-side I have very high difficulty in approaching new people, and I am very easily stressed by being around people I don't know. So there's an up and a down for all of us. The first mistake you made was to assume that we need some sort of objective advice for a subjective type of situation, or to suggest that there is some method to slip a topic into a conversation where it doesn't belong. It was partially your methodology and partly the situation you described, which sounded to me like the wrong time to bring it up, and partly the way you insinuated that in your situation it went well, which I think to most of us it sounded quite the opposite. She was nice, that doesn't mean you did everything right, and if you were past your teens, you'd be expected to know that. I want to re-iterate that we don't want to shame you here. We don't want you to come away from this post miserable. We don't want to shred our relationship with you, and we don't want to burn that bridge, either. What we want is for you to have the fortitude to recognize when you were wrong. You don't have to apologize if you're not comfortable with it, but you shouldn't dig yourself in deeper by repeating the same things you've already said. Even if you're right and we're wrong, all it will do is continue to divide you and us further apart. Please be well, I have only the best wishes for you. I appreciate all of the times you were kind to us, even if it came off as patronizing. I'm sorry if I come off as patronizing, and feel free to correct me on it. And I appreciate you not losing your temper, I know this must be difficult for you. Please be strong, and know that we want you to be happy.
    1 point
  20. I don't know she sounds pretty cool to me *Grins* I would love to hang out with her for a day if she was real
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  21. WXwENrF

    From the album: Games Omorashi

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  22. You got downvoted by JTeam.
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  23. We don't film in hotel rooms, though we have staged locations to look like a hotel room before. We have filmed at a variety of locations including houses and professional sex dungeons. There is no single typical way that I usually find locations- In the past locations have been offered up by members of the sites, found through posts on Craigslist or Fetlife, or one of the models as put me in touch with someone who has a location. I always make sure the property owner knows what we are doing. The last thing I would want is a situation where we were trying to shoot at a location and have the owner discover what we were doing and call the cops. Usually I explain that we want a location for shooting legal adult videos, that we are a professional production company, and provide proof of liability insurance. In regards to having a blooper reel, unfortunately the answer is no- I do not have any kind of master collection of bloopers assembled somewhere. Typically, if there is some kind of outtake that is entertaining in any way, I will tack it on to the end of the scene. So, after a member watches a scene, they will then see any outtakes that appear in the scene. However, this happens rarely. The vast majority of our scenes aren't scripted- They are planned, but the models improvise the actual action and dialog, even though they have loose instructions for the scene. Usually I just let the scene play out, so what you see is what you get. Only in the rare case where things get totally off track do we cut and back up.
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  24. I hate that SOOO much! If I'd been there I probably would have got in some people's faces!
    1 point
  25. Your not chubby at all! Your super cute! Only a 36C? That is a good enough size! Like I said super cute!
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  26. Yeah chill out. The author has to write original content and is making art for it too. Perfection takes time. If people posted rushed content instead of quality content, this wouldn’t be such a great site. Keep up the good work @Dimwitrolo
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  27. the smell of a freshly peed pair of panties
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  28. i love the smell of pee. And when its very diluted almost water I drink it
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  29. Same reason I stopped wearing overalls.
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  30. Hey, maybe you should just show her this entire thread so she can read it for herself. If you just tell her about it, you would probably tell her a one sided version of this whole debacle. Let's see if she laughs when she sees exactly what it is you have been up to. Go ahead. I dare you. Hopefully you don't actually do this for real... That would be even more creepy...
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  31. ALSO as i said my diapers will be here on Thursday and i may have an actual weekend to enjoy them. Any suggestions other than the basic stuff.
    1 point
  32. So, after reading all your other posts, I just have to ask. Are you teaching English "ironically"?
    1 point
  33. Okay, let's see if I've got this straight. The person you were discussing this with was a former student and you used an example of a current student requesting advice about bed wetting, to get a conversation started with the former student, who is now a friend of yours, correct? If that is the case, then why not say that in your first post? If you would have said that from the beginning, your OP would have seemed less creepy, however... If I want to discuss a fetish of mine with someone else and would like to know if they have it also, I'm not going to beat around the bush and hope they spill their guts. That is what you seem to mean when you're talking about this "blowing wind" stuff. If they're a friend that I trust and they trust me, if I feel like discussing something personal, I'll just come out and ask them if it's alright to do it. If they say yes, we'll discuss it openly and honestly. I'm not interested in telling them some story about giving someone advice about a wetting problem, just so they'll say, "Aw, you're such a kind person! By the way, I like omorashi!" If I tried it, it would never work. Anyone that tries your suggested method is going to be horribly disappointed if they expect it to work. If someone used your method for the sole purpose of getting someone they are supposedly friends with, to reveal personal, embarrassing information to them, then they're not a very good friend are they? They are a creep, pretending to be their friend. I must ask, which one are you? You cannot be both. Also, no, I have not read your MO. I don't follow you, so I may have missed it. Perhaps you could enlighten me, since I wouldn't know where to begin, to search for it. I don't mean to be rude, but the way you have presented us with your story is the perfect example of how not to do it. If your students (if you've got any) just rambled on and on like you do, then no one is going to be interested in any presentation that they do. If they don't fall asleep, they're going to be very annoyed. I know I would be. It's not the spelling, necessarily, that is the problem, it's the horrible punctuation, unclear explanations, run on sentences, and the lack of paragraphs. Goodness, I would expect a student that is still learning how to use the English language in writing, to write a post like yours. I would withhold judgment if they explained in the beginning that they're learning and not very good at it yet. It would be understandable then. Someone who teaches people how to do this, is not going to write like you do. The only word that comes to mind when you assert this is, "Bullshit!" That you even expect us to believe you, is laughable. QFT! All of these walls of text are headache inducing...
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  34. Uwooooah... Cute, daring and a, quote, "Huge Lesbian"? Can't get much better. swoons All things that I readily approve of! (Gayest ladies represent!) Edit: Also, I'm not normally super fond of bigger boobs, but you're rocking them in a way that just works, huge bonus to the omorashi, I say.
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  36. 158.jpg

    From the album: Pokemon Omorashi

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  38. girl does amateur jeans pee, enjoy https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b1e8ee66357d
    1 point
  39. Wetting Vids — mynameisrosegold I couldn’t hold it anymore ?.mp4 Wetting Vids4.mp4 Wetting Vids — littleolivia126 Reposting..mp4 Wetting Vids — smalllittlething Nooooo I didn’t have an....mp4 yvbuoby.wmv - MOTHERLESS.COM.mp4 Soaking My Capris XTube Porn Video from naughty_lucy420.mp4 Desperate & Flooding - Pornhub.com.mp4 Quelle - Wetting jeans in bathroom 01.mp4 playMp4video_425856-7132014-145514-B2009B4C-36D2-A63D-2A12-7.mp4
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  40. It’s been a while since I was caught up in such a desperate situation as yesterday. So I went to China on an exchange programme last year and I really enjoyed it. I made a lot of dear friends, and for the coming two weeks, I’m back there again to visit my friends and relatives for a quick holiday. My flight to China was pleasant enough. I came from Australia where the weather is cool, but summer is approaching in China so I went to the bathroom to change out of my autumn clothing as the plane was nearing its destination. By then, I was already feeling an urge to pee. In the bathroom I wrestled in the tiny cubical, squeezing out of my jeans, and changing into my shorts and T shirt. For a second I considered whether I should pee then and there, but I was clutching an armful of clothes and I figured I could pee once I was off the plane. The plane slowly closed in on the airport, and by the time it had landed I was pretty desperate to pee, and my legs felt a little jelly from the urge. After going through immigration and grabbing my luggage, I was dragging two suitcases (a girl needs her clothes!) and my handbag, and there were lines at the girl’s bathroom. I had to pee pretty badly but I didn’t want to pee while carrying so much stuff and I was confident I could hold it in till I reached the hotel where I was staying. After making this terrible decision I went to take a taxi. The taxi lines were long and it took another 15 minutes till I finally got my taxi. I needed to pee pretty badly and I was already starting to regret my decision. All the juice I drank on the plane was flowing to my bladder, and I found myself unable to stand still. I put my whole weight on my vagina, pressing against the suitcase handle, and it made the wait bearable. The taxi driver was a 40 year old looking guy. He said his back trunk was full so I had to put my suitcases at the backseat, while I sat at the front. We then set off to my hotel. The urge to pee grew and grew, and I was absolutely bursting to pee. The taxi driver seemed very interested in me and kept talking to me, asking me about where I’m from and what I’m doing in China, but I was so desperate I couldn’t quite focus on his talking. I crossed my legs as tightly as I could to hold it in. I considered telling the taxi driver to stop by for a while so I could pee, but I was too shy to tell some random dude I needed to pee. The hotel was further than I thought, and the driving took forever. A car cut in land and the driver stopped the car with a jolt. The seatbelt pressed on my bladder so hard I felt a huge pressure on my pee hole, and I had to clutch my vagina to hold my pee in. The driver asked if I was ok, and I realized I was becoming pretty obvious, so I told him I really needed to pee, and asked if he could let me off so I could find a bathroom. He assured me that we were ‘almost there’. While he drove on he kept saying how holding my pee is unhealthy, but I couldn’t help but notice how he kept leering at my legs as I held myself. I was trying to avoid holding myself in front of him but I was just too desperate. It was around 7:00 pm then and people were going home from work. As you might expect, there was a lot of traffic. I think after 15 minutes later I couldn’t take it anymore, and I suddenly burst out ‘我要尿出來啦’ (I’m going to pee) and I started crying. I didn’t, of course, pee, but I was so desperate every second felt like I was about to lose control. I was literally bouncing on my seat in desperation, and I didn’t want to pee myself in a taxi. I begged the driver to let me off for a while so I could find a toilet, but he just kept saying we’re almost there. Part of me suspected he was enjoying the show, and if he were I knew he would just drive till I peed myself. But there was nothing I could do in that position. My best hope was to keep holding it. The taxi seemed to drive on forever. My shorts were really tight, and my bladder was so full that I undid my button in hopes of giving it some ‘space’. Eventually, the taxi stopped at a traffic light, and right outside the window was a public bathroom! I told the driver to stop for a while so I could pee, but he kept saying he couldn’t stop at a traffic light. I was so desperate to pee I considered bolting out the car for the toilet, but I couldn’t leave all my luggage in the car and risk the driver driving off. I looked longingly at the toilet as the lights changed and we drove off. I was on the brink off peeing myself, and so I yanked my shorts off, and told the driver I’m about to pee in his car. He quickly pulled out a bottle and told me too pee in it. As I was opening the bottle pee was already gushing out. I tried my best to aim and I peed until I had almost completely filled the bottle, which was a large one. I cleaned myself up and put my shorts back on. We finally arrived, and after i unloaded all my stuff the driver drove off. Hopefully I’ll never have to see him again.
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  41. Version 1.0.0

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    Female Guests Who Were Drinking Tea With A Diuretic Can Not Tolerate The Urination Received And Clothes Leaked! !Forced Incontinence Massage Description: Clothes leaking without being able to tolerate the urination given by female customers who were drinking tea with diuretic! ! Forced incontinence massage Female guests who were drinking tea with a diuretic can not tolerate the urination received and clothes leaked! WARNING: nudity and sex scenes IF YOU DON'T WANT THE PORNOGRAPHIC STUFF, THEN DOWNLOAD THE "WETTING ONLY" CUT.
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  42. Version 1.0.0

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    I've had this one for awhile. Starts off innocent enough but at the end of the day, this is still hentai.
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  43. These are awesome pull-ups, not because of how they fit, but because of how they make me feel. They are almost discreet enough that I would consider wearing them while changing in a public change room. The only problem if course is that as soon as you remove them, it’s a dead giveaway that they are a diaper/panty and pad system. So it would have to be a change room where you are changing clothes and not undies... But logistics and mechanics aside, there is something about the diaper that is trying very hard not to be a diaper, which I find very sexy. Big poufy diapers are very obviously diapers, and Goodnites and other pull-ups, regardless of how many cute pictures they put on them, will still always be pull-ups/diapers. My metric I suppose is that if you went to a sleepover and someone saw you wearing any of these things, they would immediately know that they were diapers, and that they were for bedwetting. I’ve got a lot of complicated feelings about this kind of diaper, many of which lead back to actual sleepovers and trip experiences where I wore Goodnites in crowded rooms with other girls, with nothing but a pair of huge panties and large PJ bottoms covering up my diaper from the world. Does anyone remember when Goodnites came out with those sleepshorts? The pink and blue super cheap feeling ‘paper’ shorts that scarcely concealed a diaper portion? My mom got a pack of these when they first came out, I must have been in jr. High or early high school, and we only ever tried one pack. They were ridiculous (and leaked and tore). But I did like the idea that they were not trying to be a diaper. I could imagine myself being at a sleepover and almost just wearing the shorts and saying things like, “yeah, these are my sleep shorts.” I suppose one of the reasons I like diapers that try very hard not to look like diapers, is that you know what they are, and this little secret gives you power against the world, and control of the situation. Because they are discreet (or trying to be, depending on the diaper), and few will notice that they are a diaper, you can flick on and off the switch in your head that says “You are wearing a diaper in public and people can see.” This level of control of a situation to me is empowering. You can switch on ‘embarrassed mode,’ and get the full blast of complicated feelings that come with embarrassment, but you can also turn this mode off and go about your day. Control is sexy. So is consent. Ok, on to today’s adventure, though I’d love to hear other people’s thoughts on this. I found a bunch of Goodnite TruFit’s in my diaper box the other day and have been dying to wear them. I find them a little tighter than usual Goodnites, particularly around my thighs and I don’t really like to spend the night in these, they are just not that comfortable. They seem to breath less than regular Goodnites and it’s been getting hot. Plus, I can wear anything to bed, and it’s not a big deal. Plus I’ve been wearing protection to bed every night since November, and only recently stopped, so I wasn’t keen on doing it again for fun. But the TruFit do offer other possibilities. So the other day I slipped on a pair, or rather pulled on a pair, taking care to stretch the leg holes out just a little bit more, as they are not built for womanly legs. I chose the polka dot ones because polka dots. Here are a couple of pictures I snapped of myself in Trufits, as people are always asking for pictures of my in my panties, rather than just picture of them wet on the floor. By the way folks, if you want to see more pictures, you can purchase my panties, Trufit included, from my website, it’s also a nice way to say thank you if you’ve gotten off to a bunch of my writing. See you almost can’t see the padding, and even then, it could be a thick period pad. They definitely don’t look like diapers. And here’s the thing, if you were at say a sleepover, if anyone saw them and knew what they were, they would also likely be a bedwetter. And yes, I realize that this isn’t necessarily the case, they could have seen an ad or have a younger sibling, but this is definitely what I would have told a teenage Rachel wearing these to a sleepover. Changing in these in a public changing room, one could also use that rationalization, but it would also be likely that other women would know they were Goodnites because they used them for their kids, less so themselves. Anyhow, I pulled the TruFits on, and put on a slightly-shorter than knee length skirt. It’s been super warm out lately (and cherry blossoms are everywhere, Vancouver is beautiful this time of year), and it’s becoming skirt weather. I also chose the skirt because it does leave ones ‘panties’ slightly more exposed. When I was growing up, and on the occasions where I’d wear pull-ups to school our out in public in general, I’d always take several precautions: - I’d almost never wear a skirt, much less one this short. Long dresses were great for concealing diapers and had the added advantage of not having waistband issues. - I’d typically wear loose fitting trousers/jeans, and a big pair of panties over top the pull-up, for ease of changing and to cover the noise and waistband. Today, I did none of these things. It was just a thin layer of grey pleated fabric between my diaper and the world. I wasn’t working this day, so I decided to go out to the park and read in the sun. I’ve been getting a lot more reading done now that the weather is better and this is kind of my idea of the best afternoon ever. So in the morning I puttered around the house doing housework, and even used the toilet to pee a couple times. These ‘panties’ are still a diaper, and you are aware of the thickness of the padding in them, and the gathers and leg elastics were a little tight against my skin. After a quick lunch and a huge glass of ice tea, I grabbed my purse, a full water bottle, a good book, a light jacket, a sun hat, sun glasses, my bike helmet, and headed out to the park. I opted for a more wild park a little further from my home, and ended up biking over. Perhaps the odd motorist could see a flash of purple as the wind made my skirt flutter? I highly doubt it, but this is the level of exhibitionism with which I’m comfortable. Once I got to the park, I found a nice picnic table and set myself up for a good long read. I read for about an hour before my bladder reminded me that I had drunk a bunch of iced tea before leaving home. I let my bladder fill to about a 7 on the old desperation scale, before relaxing and releasing it entirely into the Goodnite TruFit. Before I did so, I moved my skirt out from under my bum, just in case there was a leak. Wetting a diaper in a skirt is an incredibly forgiving act, particularly if you are standing or sitting in the correct way. I could have been wearing regular big girl panties and the only thing which would have given me away would have been the growing puddle under me. I could have waited longer, but I find it hard to read when I’m super desperate. The TruFit doesn’t quite absorb pee as quickly as regular Goodnites, and the soft pad inside them (which is a little hard to get in), feels softer but also bulkier than regular Goodnites. I could feel the pee flooding over my girl parts deliciously. I didn’t quite like how it stayed on my skin for so long, but I did enjoy the feeling of feeling the pee slowly be sucked into the thirsty pad. I sat there and read for another 30 minutes wearing my soaked Goodnite, but I started to feel a little wet and uncomfortable, and because I was sipping from my water bottle in the hot sun, I soon had to pee again. Now one of the new Goodnites can take a full Rachel bladder laying down, but these TruFits can hold a decent amount, but I don’t trust them with two full bladders. While it would be easy to pee them and have them leak, I wasn’t quite in the mood to try. I was more revelling in the feeling of wearing a wet diaper discreetly in public, and the tightness of the TruFits themselves. Because of the seal the tight elastics cause on the legs, you do feel like you are wearing plastic panties and the you could soak them and all that would result would be a bubble of warm pee held against your vulva in tight plastic – delicious. As my bladder approached a 5, I got up, and walked to a nearby rec centre. It was the closest public washroom I could think of which wasn’t one of the ones in the park, which I find horrible and frightening. Feeling the warm wetness of the Goodnite under my swishing pleated skirt felt nice. I felt like the TruFit make my butt look a little big (see above) but not necessarily in a bad way, and under a skirt, a lightly bigger butt felt nice. I sauntered into the rec centre, and went straight for the ladies room. I pulled down my ‘panties’ and sat on the toilet to pee. Pulled my panties all the way down to around my ankles, just so that if someone did see my feet and panties under the stall door, they would see that I was wearing a ‘diaper’ or at least not ‘big girl panties.’ Again, my very subtle form of exhibitionism. I then slipped them right off and after drying myself and rubbing the skin where the elastics had left red lines around my thighs, I snapped a couple of pictures for you. As you can see, the pad got pretty wet. I was rather impressed at how you can clearly see how the pad whisks away the wetness from top to the bottom. The ‘this side down’ label really is important. Feeling inside the Goodnite, I found it to be mostly dry and I wiped it down with some toilet paper just to be sure. I left the rolled up pad on top of the toilet paper dispenser absentmindedly, along with the panty portion of the TruFits. As I was snapping these pictures I came to a startling realization: I had completely forgot to bring a fresh pad for the Goodnites! I now had a couple of options: 1) I could go commando. But there was no way! I was after all, riding my bike home and wearing a not too long skirt. I am not the kind of girl who goes commando, plus, 2) I could slip into the emergency backup panties that I always have in my purse. As most of you will know, I always have a plastic baggie with a fresh pair of panties in it just in case. 3) I could wear theTruFit home without a pad. This wasn’t too appealing as the inside of the TruFits are pretty plasticky and it would be super sweaty and uncomfortable, particularly on my bike. 4) I could put in a different kind of pad into the TruFit. I decided to try the latter. So I rummaged around in my purse for a pad. I couldn’t find one, which was a bit of a surprise. There was a super thin panty liner, but this would be like putting a Band-Aid inside the TruFits, and about as absorbent. So I flushed, rummaged around in my purse for some change, and leaving it hanging on the door of the cubicle I scurried out to the pad dispensing machine to buy a pad. The washroom was a relatively large one, with 6 stalls in it and people coming and going. While I was at the machine I caught out of the corner of my eye another woman approach my stall and pushed the door open to go in. I quickly turned and casually blurted out something like “Oh I’m using that one, I’ll just be a sec,” while I retrieved a pad from the machine. The woman mumbled an apology, looked at me a little strangely, and then moved over to another stall. I went back into my stall, and to my horror saw the very obviously wet TruFit pad sitting on top of the toilet paper dispenser, with the TruFit panties sitting on top of them! While TruFit panties might look like real big girl panties when they are being worn, they certainly don’t sit on things like big girl panties. The internal gather structure causes them to stand up, so they maintain their form. The woman must have surely seen both the pad and panties! I was horrified and my heart rate jumped up. I closed the stall behind me, pulled my ‘panties’ down and sat on the toiled to calm down a little bit and also to revel in the feeling a little bit as well. I unwrapped the pad, and stuck it into the TruFits. I contemplated things and decided to pull them off to take a picture of the pad in them. It looked lost inside the waterproof purple plastic interior of the TruFits. I snapped a couple of pictures as I was certainly going to share this little adventure with my kinky friends. I even ‘accidentally’ dropped the TruFits on the ground, so that they might be visible from outside the stall. This is basically what the lady would have seen when she opened the stall! Anyhow, I calmed down, pulled the TruFits on again, opened the stall, and without looking around, washed my hands and made a quick exist. The ‘panties’ felt less comfortable with the tiny pad in them while I cycled home. By the time I arrived home the water from the water bottle, which was all but empty at this point, had worked its way through to my bladder and I was once again at about a 6 or 7. While standing in the elevator therefore, I relaxed and released my bladder into the TruFits. I could feel the pad getting overwhelmed by the pee, and quickly stopped. My bladder was fuller than I thought, and after 10 seconds of peeing I could feel the pad becoming overwhelmed. I had no desire to pee the floor of our buildings’ elevator, or run into any neighbours with pee running down my legs, so I bore down as best I could and stopped the flow. I could feel a large wet bunch of pee sloshing about my ‘panties’ as I walked down the hall to my apartment. I was afraid to bend over and take off my shoes, lest the large amount of pee in my ‘panties’ splash out all over my carpet, so I went straight into the bathroom. Once safely in the bathroom, I released the rest of my bladder. I could feel the TruFit filling up. It was holding all the liquid in, for the time being, and so my lady parts were suffused in wetness completely. When I shifted just a little bit, a cascade of pee overwhelmed one of the gathers and flowed down my leg. Bending slightly to pull the TruFits down, had a similar effect. I got them off, but I ended up leaving a considerable puddle on the floor of my bathroom. This is what I found when I very carefully pulled my TruFits down in the washroom. As you can see, the pad was sodden, and the gusset area of the ‘panties’ was basically just pee. More pee leaked all over the floor when I stepped out of the TruFits. My socks and shoes were just a little wet. My legs were soaked with pee and my vulva was quite literally dripping. The puddle I left on the floor was so big that I had to use a random pull-up from my collection to soak it all up. I spilled pee all over the floor when I picked up the TruFits to empty the significant amount of pee that remained in them into the toilet. Inverting them didn’t work very well, as the pee just got caught in the upper portions of the waterproof pocket which holds the pad in place. So I had to wring them out. I hung them up on the shower to dry, before drying myself off with a towel. I would have showered but I was too excited and made a beeline for the bed, where I masturbated myself to a warm wet climax. My husband was not a little surprised when he came home to find my TruFits still drying on the shower.
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  44. Version 1.0.0

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    @ omutsu company Look them up~ Those are the full video, not just the previews.
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  45. Well, most of my fantasies involve any form of wetting (aside from diaper usage), and often in combination with other fetishes. Though I don't strictly have a bondage fetish I do have a particular thing for bondage-induced wetting and kind of want to experience it myself, but it would require a second person which I'll never be able to find, partly out of fetish shyness. (Unless there's a way I can tie my own hands and untie them easily somehow, but I highly doubt it) But what makes my fantasies weird sometimes is when they enjoy it. I mean, it's common for people here to wet for fun, I mean finding they enjoyed an accident, leading to them getting either an interest or a fetish for it. Other weird aspects include them peeing for extended periods of time, or several times in a row, or else peeing at the slightest hint of fear, excitement, or laughter. And of course there's the concept I thought of a sort of amusement park where people go specifically to get put in situations where they get desperate and wet themselves.
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  46. All scene is from below.
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  47. Hi all, here is a little story based on a massive fantasy of mine. Attached is a picture of the girl in the story (completely fictional). I hope this is allowed (the picture I mean). Hellen Schweiss was 23 years old and from Bavaria, Germany. She was an attractive young lady, with medium length golden brown hair and a what her friends called, pretty face, with her little nose and alluring blue eyes. She was slim, just below average height and had quite small breasts but a large, rounded bottom. She had just finished university in Munich and had been persuaded by her friend Annika to travel with her to a language school in England on the south east coast for a month. They were to practise their English but also have a little bit of a holiday too. The plan was for them to have classes in the mornings with other students but in the afternoons and evenings to do some activities arranged for them by the school. This included visiting London which had sold the idea to Hellen. She had been once before in her teens and had always wanted to go back. It was at the end of their first week that the girls were to visit London. They had to be up early to get their coach to the city. Hellen had her morning pee and showered and got dressed. She put on a white cotton thong with matching bra, tight fitting blue denims and a casual white shirt. Leaving, she slipped on her black ballet flats and headed for the coach. When they got to London, they had a short tour with a guide from the school around the main sights. Big Ben, Parliament, Buckingham Palace; that sort of thing. Towards the end of the tour, Hellen started to notice a slight need to relieve herself. She'd finished her bottle of water and needed to pee. It wasn't massively urgent but she could have definitely done with a toilet. Eventually the tour was over and Hellen went to do some shopping with Annika. She'd now started to need to poo as well and so asked Annika if they could go to a traditional pub for some lunch and a drink. She knew there'd be toilets in the pub. Annika agreed and they found a nice, quintesential English pub around the corner from where they were to meet to go back to the coach for the journey home. Annika offered to buy the first drink and suggested they both have pints of beer as they were in England and so should do something traditional. Hellen agreed before dissapearing to find herself a toilet. There was no queue and Hellen went in to the nearest cubicle. She lowered her tight blue denims and white cotton thong and hovered her round bottom over the bowl to relieve her bladder. When she was finished, she reached behind her to spread apart her soft bum cheeks and squeezed out two large turds from her tight anus. They splashed into the bowl below and Hellen hoped nobody had heard. She was quite shy when it came to pooping. She took some paper and wiped her vagina and gently rubbed in the crack of her bum and over her tight little pucker and dropped the paper down into the bowl before pulling up her thong and denims, flushing the toilet and going to wash her hands. She then went to rejoin Annika. Annika had dutifully bought her friend a pint of beer and they sat together chatting and thinking about what to have from the bar menu for lunch. After about 45 minutes they'd both finished their pints and were ready to eat. Hellen said she would treat Annika to this and went to the bar to place their order and get them two more pints of beer. After all, they were German and Germans like beer! Theye were about halfway through these when their food arrived. They finished their pints with the food and Hellen was then bought a third pint by Annika as a thank you for lunch. Annika excused herself to the toilet and Hellen followed upon her return. The beer had started reaching the girls bladders. They finished their third pint and decided that that was enough beer before the journey home. Annika went to do some last minute shopping and Hellen went to a bookshop she'd seen on the tour. They agreed to meet back at the coach at four thirty. When Hellen got to the coach, she was running late and noticed Annika just coming out of the public toilets just down the road from the coach. Hellen considered going too but their guide was telling them that they were ready to leave. She boarded the coach and took her seat. An hour into the journey and not visiting the toilet before getting on the coach was proving to be a big mistake. Hellen knew there was no toilet on the coach and they didn't stop on the two hour journey to London so they probably wouldn't stop on the way back either. Up to this point, Hellen had been chatting with Annika and their guide, but now she'd gone quiet; focussed on her need to pee. To make matters worse for poor Hellen, beer was still reaching her bladder. She'd had all of the third pint Annika had bought for her after having relieved her bladder after the first two pints and some of the beer from the second pint had probably made it's way to her bladder now too, not having got to her bladder by the time she went to the toilet earlier. The traffic wasn't great either. At this rate, it would be more like three hours before they were back. Hellen got a little worried. She really needed to pee already. In two hours her need would be almost uncontainable. She consoled herself with the vain hope that they might actually stop somewhere on the way back. She edged ever so slightly forward in her seat, her seatbelt now unbuckled, she cared about nothing now other than getting to a toilet. Her bladder was truly bursting. It was taking all her concentration to hold on and to make things worse still, yet more beer had reached her already overstretched and bursting bladder. Her abdomen had distended to accommodate her swollen bladder and was rock solid from the pressure inside of her. She had never been in such a state before. She was absolutely dying on that coach. So embarrassed by her predicament yet unable to say anything. She clenched her muscles as tightly as she could, her tight pucker between her soft cheeks now permanently locked shut. To add to her woe, the beer, the horrible, horrible, gassy beer, had made her need to fart too. So on top of her ceaselessly pulsing, throbbing and aching bladder, begging for relief from the torment with which it was having to deal, she was now holding a build up of gas in her bowels and rectum. Her belly would rumble occasionally as she resisted another urge to relax her clenched sphincter and tight anus to ease out what would have been an enormously relieving fart. But she knew better, her anxious expression betraying the torment and pure, horrid desperation she was battling. If only she didn't have to fart to, she may have just about been able to contain the enormous pressure in her bladder but her bloated belly and swollen bladder in combination proved nothing less than torturous. Her toes curled up in her ballet flats as she shifted position for the umpteenth time, desperate to find something to help her wait. She wished she could hold herself between her legs and clasp shut her urethra but the embarrassment was already so great that she couldn't bare the thought of anyone seeing her holding herself like a little girl. The effort was making her hot and clammy. Her intimate parts were moist, including the cleft between her soft white cheeks, her anus still tightly closed against the horrible, ghastly build up of gas in her bowels. She could feel herself waning in her epic struggle. If they didn't arrive soon she would burst. She had been concerned for a little while already that she may do herself some damage, such was the pressure in her bladder. She was so utterly desperate, so completely bursting for relief and wishing for nothing more than to be able to just sit on a toilet and relax her bladder and all of the muscles working overtime to help her wait, to contain the pulsing urge burning inside of her. If there was but one good thing at this point, it was that the traffic had cleared and they had been travelling at a good speed on the motorway for some time now and they were nearing the turn off for the town where the school was. Hellen looked out of the window and recognised where they were. It would be no more than ten minutes until her stop. She prayed she could last that long. Here toes were now dancing in her flats, constantly moving around, her left leg ever so slightly bobbing up and down. All natural reactions to her predicament. The feeling inside of her was like nothing imaginable and the embarrassment was indescribable. She was mortified to be in this situation. She would have cried if it wouldn't have attracted attention. As is she let out a little whimper as she changed position again, putting her weight this time onto her right buttock and crossing her left leg over her right. The effort of doing this caused a couple of droplets of urine to squeeze themselves out of her urethra and ever so slightly dampen the front of her thong. She was doing everything she could to disguise and hide her incredible desperation, for she could think of few things worse than anyone else knowing of her agonising situation. Her abdomen was now incredibly distended, pressing hard against her jeans and belt. Oh how poor Hellen wished she could unbuckle her belt and unbutton her jeans for that would have at least provided some respite from her agony, but it was too obvious a move; she would've been found out immediately and she couldn't deal with other people knowing how desperate she was, that was just an embarrassment too far. But her efforts to hold on had become increasingly more difficult to disguise. She was fortunate at least that she had no one sitting next to her. And it did seem that no one had noticed her efforts to contain her bladder. She was sat by the window and was thus hidden from view from most of the other passengers. She looked out of the window and grimmaced as she gently altered her position ever so slightly and took the opportunity to rock slightly back and forth in her seat a few times in an effort to help her wait. The coach was nearing its first stop and over the microphone came the horrible announcement that Hellen's stop would only be the second. She would have to wait as students got off before her and were free to head to their host family's and awaiting toilets to relieve their bladders if they so required, but Hellen knew that absolutley none of them could be even close to her level of need. The coach slowed and eventually stopped at the first stop. The rocking of the coach as it stopped caused Hellen to whimper as she hunched forward, a wave of increased desperation having come over her. She prayed that the other people getting off at the first stop would be quick, but to her horror, a guy stopped to talk to someone at the front of the coach. Bastard!! Bastard!!! BASTARD!!!!!! The added wait and resulting increased agony caused Hellen to let out another dribble into her thong. She clenched everything to stop the dribble becoming a spurt and then the spurt a full on gush and then the gush into a complete wetting. And that wasn't even considering her terrible need to fart too that had now come back to make itself known. She knew that if she were to lose complete control, she'd not only wet herself but also let out probably several farts, alerting everyone to the fact that a 23 year old girl was not just wetting herself but also farting uncontrollably as well. That simply wasn't going to happen. Then, when Hellen had got her terrible, agonising need under control again, a girl from the back of the coach shouted at the guy to hurry up and get off the coach. Hellen obviously wasn't the only one on that coach who needed the toilet. But she knew also that absolutely no one could even be half as desperate as she was, trying as she was to hold her poor overfull, stretched and bursting, throbbing and now constantly pulsing, begging and pleading bladder full of all that damn gassy beer. But the coach was at least now moving again. Hellen changed position and shifted her weight back onto both her cheeks. The change of position wasn't easy and another few droplets of hot urine escaped into her croth to further dampen the front of her thong. And to make her discomfort worse, her thong had now effectively wedgied her more so than normal. It had ridden up between her buttocks and as Hellen changed position and rocked slightly in her seat to try to help her wait, she could feel the fabric rub against the sides of both her cheeks and tight, firmly clenched shut anus. Her sphincter really had been working overtime to help her wait. She wasn't sure how much longer she could do this, but she had come this far, she thought, she wasn't going to give in now. Otherwise all the agony and torturous holding would've been for nothing. The coach rounded a corner and Hellen's stop was in sight. She started hurriedly readying her things. Every movement was hellish. Her bladder was so full that her abdomen was rock solid, her kidneys were now constantly aching and her belly was bulging out. She would have to undo her belt and unfasten the button on her jeans when she got off the coach. Her jeans normally had a little extra room around her waste but now they were tight up against her abdomen, pushing against her poor bladder and making the pressure more intense. As the coach slowed to a halt at Hellen's stop, several other people got up infront of her who also wanted to get off at this stop. Hellen went to rise carefully from her seat but was halted in a moment of sheer terror when, as she rose from her seat, where she had been sitting for so long in silent agony, a fart escaped her rectum. As it did so, Hellen shuddered with the effort of trying to supress it and a look of horror was momentarily cast across her face. She prayed nobody heard it, for it escaped out of her anus with a tight squeeky sound that was definitely audible. If Hellen could hear it then others could too. But the noise of chatter on the coach drowned it out sufficiently that Hellen didn't think anyone else had heard her moment of unladylikeness. Hellen was quite shy about her bodily functions. It was why she'd suffered in agonising silence for so long. She didn't want anyone to know of her predicament and awful awful desperation. She didn't talk about peeing or farting and pooping. It embarrassed her. She knew it was a little silly, but that was just how she was. Hellen, having regained her composure after a little moment of panic following her small fart, was now faced with having to wait for others infront of her to get their bags and coats from the overhead compartments. She grimmaced slightly as she waited in the aisle, praying that they wouldn't take too long. She bent down slightly out of sheer desperation and let out a little whimper and gasp of despair before she was finally able to start moving down the aisle towards the door and finally freedom from the confines of this horrible coach, the scene of her torture and pain for the last couple of hours. Stepping off the coach was a challenge in itself. She was so full now that every step was hell and as she came down off the coach from the last step a little to hard she had to struggle to hold it all in as she hurriedly jostled past the others who had got off before her. She started mincing towards where she was staying before Annika, her friend, called after her. She pretended not to hear. But Annika called again. This time Hellen couldn't ignore her. "What are you doing later"? enquired Annika. Hellen turned and replied in a strained tone. "I'll text you". She then turned back and started towards her apartment where she was staying. She knew that Annika now probably thought that something was wrong but she was a good friend and said nothing off it, no doubt aware that her friend was in desperate need of a toilet. Hellen could live with Annika being aware she needed to pee but she hoped she didn't know of the urgent desire she was battling to relieve herself of a lot of pent up gas and wind in her bowels. Annika wasn't sitting far from Hellen on the coach so it was possible that she heard her fart but was just too polite to say anything. But all of this didn't occupy Hellen's thoughts for long. She rounded a corner and was now out of sight of the others from the coach and couldn't see anyone else in the street so took the opportunity to unfasten her belt and undo the top button on her tight jeans. This provided a tiny amount of relief. Hellen continued up the road towards where she was staying. The school had given her a small apartment not far from the school itself. This was normally a good thing; very convenient, but now the problem Hellen faced was that her apartment was on the second floor so she would have to climb two flights of stairs with her bladder as close to exploding as it could possibly get. As she walked further up the road, she cupped her abdomen in her left hand and could now feel how distended it was; how full and bloated she had become. It was like a bowling ball in her belly. She looked pregnant. This was awful. Her kidneys now didn't just ache, they hurt and she was now really worried she may do herself some damage if she couldn't get relief soon. She approached her apartment and hastily dug her keys out of her pocket and went to the front door. The building was an old Victorian town house that had been converted into apartments sometime in the 70's. She quickly put the key in the lock, doing the pee pee dance as she turned it to open the door and hurried inside, slamming the door shut behind her. She made her way tentatively up the stairs as a spurt of hot pee escaped her. She bent over double, about half way up the stairs now and jammed a hand between her legs as she regained control. There was now a visible wet patch between her legs. She'd technically wet herself. This was awful. Just awful! She got to the door of her apartment, now flushed and red in the face with the effort and embarrassment. She opened the door as quickly as she could, threw her bag down on the floor and groaned with discomfort and pain as she went, bent double now, towards the toilet. She didn't even bother closing the door to the bathroom behind her. No time for that. She flung the toilet seat up and hastily tugged her tight jeans down and then her thong. It was a relief to finally have that thing out from between her cheeks but Hellen's real relief was yet to come. She flung herself down onto the bowl, breathing heavily with the exertion of having held on so long, of having battled against nature and her bursting, aching and swollen bladder and tried to relax. This was easier said than done such was her desperation. Her body had got used to holding it all in. But after a couple of seconds a trickle of pee came out of her urethra, followed by a very tight squeeky fart and she sighed quietly as the trickle turned into a gush and then a torrent of pee started pouring forcefully into the bowl beneath her. Oh at last, the blissful sweet relief at last she thought to herself. And then several more farts released themselves from the confines of her rectum and escaped out of her anus. They came out in short bursts of wind and were heavenly to release. The pee flowed and flowed and flowed out of her and only became a trickle once more after well over a minute and then the trickle itself lasted for nearly a minute too. She then squeezed out several more quite forceful jets from within her and a final thunderous fart before taking some toilet paper to wipe herself after she was finally done. She cleaned her vagina and also her anus, wiping gently between her buttocks, for after the strain of holding for so long, her intimate parts had become moist and clammy. Finally done, she flushed the toilet and removed her jeans and thong and tossed them into the wash. She also took off her top and bra before walking naked to the bedroom to collect her towel to have a nice long shower and try to put all this horrible ordeal behind her.
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  48. Thats easy! I would leave a version of the Katiepee video where she's desperate in the car, but AquaV is unable to stop this time. as much as she tries to hold it in, she's fighting a losing battle. Yep, that'd be my ultimate video
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