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  1. I'm back! ;v; Hope no one missed me too much! My pee in this one is really clear, I'm well hydrated The skirt is faux-leather, so I really couldn't get it wet while doing this!! It was hard ;0;
    23 points
  2. Deep Space

    "So." Says Alex. "Emergency routines sounds like the best plan." "That would appear so." The computer says, it's eye watching her every move. "Oh, I should tell you, there are some actions you must take after recovering from stasis sleep." "Okay." Says Alex. She turns to look at the camera. ... "Well?" She asks. "What do you mean?" "What are the actions I need to take?" "Two sugars and milk, if you - Sktttttttzzzz" The camera falls limp. Shortly after, so do Alex's arms. For a moment nothing happens. Just the sounds of the ship creaking as it lurches along. Then the camera springs back to life. It swivels around until it can fix a gaze on Alex. "Well. That's not a good start." Alex says, putting one hand on her hip. "Want to try that again?" "Try what again?" The computer asks. Alex sighs. "You said there were important things I need to do now I'm out of stasis." "That's right." Says the computer. ... "Oh for...is there a way we can fix you at all? Something tells me you're quite badly damaged." "Well - you could head into the command room down the hall way." Says the computer. "If you can reboot the localised network, I may be able to sort some of this out." "Sort some of it out?" "That's right." "Technical terms, I presume?" "So where is the command room?" Alex asks. The camera swivels around the room, before fixing itself on the doorway. "Over there." Alex looks in the cameras direction to the door. It's a large steel door, sleek and well polished, though it shows signs of aging. There's a small computer panel just to the left of it. Alex walks over to it and the panel slides out the wall as if to greet her. "Okay computer - what now?" "Use the panel to open the door." "How do I do that?" "I should assume by pressing the big green button that says 'open'." Alex looks to the panel. It lights up and some shapes show up on the screen - most significantly are a large green rectangle with some smaller white shapes on it. "Computer." "What's up, homeboy?" "Homeboy? Nevermind - Why can't I read?" "...." "Computer?" "Hold on.". Alex taps her foot impatiently on the ground, her toes drumming on the hard surface. She stands for a good twenty seconds before she gets a response. "Computer?" "Ah. There you are. I think I know why you can't read." "Good." "...". The computer goes silent. "Would you mind telling me?" "Oh, of course - Considering that you've just awoke from stasis sleep, your brain is struggling to recall basic functions, such as the ability to read. It may also include: The ability to feel heat, the ability to speak, and the ability to read." "I can speak just fine, thanksh." "Right - How's about you just press the big green button." Alex taps the button. Nothing happens. "Hmm. Try tapping it again." Alex taps the button. And again. She smacks the panel downward with her hand. The door slides open. "Which way now?" Alex asks, stepping into the hallway. To either side of Alex there is a plain white hall, with similar steel doors to the one she's just left, each door labelled with a metal panel which Alex is still unable to understand. At one end of the hallway is a particularly large door, spanning the width of the corridor. "Commm" Alex mumbles, trying to read the massive bar of text above the door. "...Commarrn.....Comm-and-rooooom. Command room?" "Gee, look at you, learning how to read again." The computer says. As she steps into the hall, a new camera descends from the ceiling to watch her. It looks at her from top to bottom, top to toe - as if to confirm it's the same single life form on the ship. "So I should go there first?" "Well, it should work. Might get me up and running properly." "That'd be helpful, you're acting up a bit right now." Alex says, watching as the camera occasionally flicks violently to the left. "Well stop vibrating there and get inside the control room, will you." Alex pads over to the control panel in front of the large stainless steel doors of the command room. The panel slides out the wall, opening up the same screen as before, though this time Alex finds she can read it. She presses the 'open' button - which this time works. The command room opens up. It's a cold room with monitors and keyboards and other technical things that Alex doesn't quite think she's ready to comprehend. "C-computer, can you tell me what I need to do here?" "Hmm." Comes the computers voice, as a new camera pops down from above. It scans itself over the interface. "Have you tried turning it off and on again?" Alex ignores the computer and steps inside - the metal floor is even colder than the others, chilling her feet and making her wince. She steps up toward the interface, which is glowing with error signs and nonsense text. "C-computer?" Alex says, putting one hand on her body. "S-something feels wrong." "Yeah...it's probably all these lines here - none of them make any sense. Nonsense lines and binary and -" "No computer - I mean with me. I feel...odd. Inside." "Probably something to do with stasis sickness - you'll be fine." "S-sure....Anyway - what should we do about this computer?" "Try running a debugger." "How?" "I....Just go up and press stuff - I'm sure you'll work something out." Alex walks toward the interface. The flickering lights and text in front of her don't cease as she reaches the keyboard as she was hoping they might. She leans over the keyboard and something inside her starts to feel painful - though she's no idea why. Something...familiar. She kicks one leg up and that seems to help. They keyboard in front of her doesn't offer too much help - though a massive red button under a lid seems promising. The button reads 'Emergency reboot.' Alex flips the lid over and presses it down hard. The ship goes silent. The lights go out. The camera falls limply in front of Alex - she can't see it, but she can hear it on it's swivel as it hangs forlornly somewhere behind her. "W-well." She says, turning to lean on the interface, hugging her arms to her chest as she starts to get cold. "T-this doesn't look good." The lights flicker back on - slowly at first. Auxiliary lights flicker on, dim and green in the distance, before the main lights of the hallway come back to life once more. A musical jingle plays the whole way through the corridor, and the camera flicks back into life once more. It fixes its gaze on Alex. "Well. That seems to have helped." The computer says. "I feel faster already." "What? How can you tell?" Alex asks. "...." "Computer?" "It's all to do with retrieving memory, I just feel it going smoother." "Greeeaaat." Alex says, rubbing her body again. "Look, I feel really sick right now-" "Have you completed your post-stasis activities?" "What? No - you broke down after your tried to tell me what they were." "Oh. Well. Get to the canteen - you could very well be on the verge of starving to death." "I guess that would make me feel ill." The canteen isn't much of a walk - it's the first door to the right of the command room. The canteen is a large-ish room, with multiple tables lined up, with tiny round stools around them. The back of the canteen has the kitchen - though the food there is now entirely limited to emergency rations - Dietary nutrition smoothies. "Oh, great, these." Alex says as she walks toward the canteen's supply. "Why couldn't I forget about these? I could forget how to read, but I can't forget how awful these taste." "Well when you get your own ship you can choose what lunches you have - but on board my vessel you have Future Nutrient smoothies." "Alright, 'mum'" Alex says, taking a pot down from the shelves and pouring the liquid into a mug. She puts the mug in a microwave for thirty seconds. "couldn't you just eat it cold, Alex?" The computer asks. "The microwave always plays up with my audiokrrrtzzzttzzz" Alex looks up at the camera as the speakers blare out white noise. "Might have to use these ovens more often." She says, smiling. With a 'ding' the microwave stops and the camera focuses back on Alex. "I heard that last remark." "So I should be feeling better now, right?" Alex asks. "Well. Ideally." Says the computer. "Otherwise there's something very wrong with you indeed." "A-and you're sure there's nothing else that might be making me feel like this?" She asks, getting nervous. "Only I feel like there's something...inside me." "That could be parasites. That would be bad." "P-parasites?" "Or tumours. Stasis has been known to cause massive tumours when not procedures are not followed correctly." "Stop! I don't want to hear any more...I'll just put up with my tumour-parasite-things. But it is really starting to hurt..." "We could get you some pain killers from the medi-bay." "That sounds good. Where is it?" "I don't know." "Computer." Alex says, after a pause. "What do you mean you don't know where the medi bay is?" "My internal navigation system must be damaged. For now though, I can direct you to......the armoury." "The armoury?" "Yes." "Great - that way, if it is a parasite, I can fucking shoot myself. Thanks computer!" "Now now, you watch your language." The computer says. "Besides, it is procedure that the highest ranked member on board the ship be armed at all times." "And as the only one on board the ship..." Alex says, trailing off. The armoury is located opposite the canteen. The armoury is much smaller - it's a lot warmer too, and all around a much more pleasant place. It's quite dark though, on account of the light bulb being hanging out it's socket. It might be pleasant if not for the growing pain inside Alex. "Computer, is there nothing I can do about this pain?" "Not until we reach the medi-bay. Though it does sound quite serious - I may need to run some indepth scans. It's not usual to leave stasis in such pain." "Aaarrwww...." Alex moans. "This is just getting worse..." "Well - let's hurry then - grab yourself that pistol and put the holster on. We'll try finding the medi-bay as quickly as we can." "O-okay, let me just get this on and- *Fffsssht.* Something hot and warm shoots into Alex's uniform, accompanied with a small hiss and a sudden sense of relief. That's when it all floods back to her - just before it all floods out of her. The pain - the feeling that there was something inside... "C-Computer. I know what the damn problem is now." "What's wrong?" "I...I have to piss. You arse." "..." "All that pain was me needing the toilet - Of course! It's one of the first things to do after stasis - You're meant to tell me to do that. FIRST. THING. Stupid machine - t-take me to the toilet n-now please, I-I'm really on the edge of bursting here." "Yes. Toilet. Of course. It's just down the corridor-" Before the computer even finishes speaking, Alex has bolted out the room, clutching herself between her hands. Her uniform is already warm and damp - and now that she knows what she's feeling inside of her, she knows that she might be close to making it much warmer, and much damper. "Third door to the left" The computer shouts, as Alex pounds down the hall way, bare feet slapping against the hard floor. As she reaches the third door - another steel one with a large red 'Womans' sign on the front - she runs into the wall, shoulder first. She hops back a few steps and lets the door panel open out the wall. "Error." Comes a new mechanical voice from the pad. "F-fuck off! Error..." Alex shouts at the panel. "Let me in you bastard!" "Please enter passkrrrrzzz" "Oh, you absolute - Grr! - I'm going to piss in your mainframe!" "Now Alex - no need for that." Says the computer, as a new camera descends over her. "Have you tried pressing open?" "Have you tried not asking stupid questions?" "A-Ack! I felt some more come out!" Alex shouts, hopping up and down on the spot. "Quickly - computer - what can I do? I c-could rewire it, right? T-that might work?" "In your state?" The computer asks, swivelling around to look at her face. "You're Stasis sick, and you're hopping up and down like you're mad." "W-what else is there!?" Alex shouts, grappling with the control panel which responds by droning 'error, error'. "I could....remotely access the door network for this area, by remotely accessing the door network override, which -" "W-would it open the door!?" Alex shouts. "Yes." "T-then fucking do it!" "It will take a while." "Oh for - I'm just going to break through the door - stand back!" "Shouldn't you think this through, Alex?" "Hnnng, no time to think this through - quick - I'm going to: A) Rewire it. I-It can't be too hard, right?" B) Let the computer do it - but hurry, computer - Or you're mopping this up!" C) Break open the doors - I can't hold it any more!
    5 points
  3. Just to celebrate that this thread is 5 years old!! ...and to celebrate that my sweet girlfriend is still the one ? The pictures are from a day we went plane-spotting, and at some point another car pulled up alongside us. My girlfriend was suddenly in a hurry to get back into the car ? I love those silly secret games!
    4 points
  4. 5,641 downloads

    this is no contain period, pee only! enjoy my treasure?
    Free
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  5. We aren't that great at stories But after the kind words from the users of this forum we just have to share this! This wetting comes from a break during the group from the video game World of Warcraft She straight up wet herself during a raid! (apologizes if I have already posted this image before) Here's the proof!
    3 points
  6. Request Thread

    Please stop posting in irrelevant threads and making irrelevant threads about this fanfiction and just make it or don't. Please. Its literally spamming.
    3 points
  7. this is 74% of my day
    3 points
  8. Here's some advice: If you're strapped for time, start up a word document and write in there until you have a finished product. Frankly, it's just irresponsible to try to conjure something up right here without having it backed up elsewhere for a lot of reasons, but right now it would definitely help you if you took the time to make sure you have something off-site that you're proud of before tossing it up here. Not having time hardly excuses only being able to come up with a paragraph as your post.
    3 points
  9. Scarlett's Black shorts

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Scarlett thinks no-one will notice that she's wet herself because she's wearing black. Of course she isn't considering that we can see the puddle, her wet legs, and the pee still falling out of them.
    3 points
  10. I have had a female friend for some years...just a platonic relationship that has grown into a very close friendship. Somehow circumstances when we met, made me disregard it as a potential relationship...even though I knew she had a crush on me. Just didn't feel right...kinda hard to explain. But we have been on travels together just the two of us, and shared beds in hotels etc...so we were very intimate, just not lovers. The strange thing about it for me, was that I could never imagine her being into anything kinky...and maybe that made me doom a relationship with her to fail...and I cared too much about her to pretend anything that could end up hurting her. This summer we went on a trip together, and she confided that she had been dating a guy...but didn't want him anyway because she was in love with me. So I was sort of forced to come clean...and vaguely told her that I couldn't imagine us together, because I felt my sexuality would be incompatible with hers. This went on a week or so, and she kept pressing on what it was...and I just couldn't bring myself to telling her. Until this one evening in a hotel in a big city with lots of lights and gambling (you do the math)...and we had had quite a few drinks. We were hanging out with our friends in a bar and it was getting pretty late...so at one point we stood up to go to our room, and she said something to the effect of "I need to pee...so lets just get going". Being a bit drunk, it somehow led to us getting to our room...and started making out right away. She said she really needed to pee...but didn't want to go right there...so she joked that if I pressed to hard on her bladder, she would end up peeing herself. I guess that just made me even more enthusiastic...and we just kept making out and fondling, and ended up in the bed. She kept talking about her needing to pee...but I just kept holding her there...and we just laughed about it for a while. But then I just told her...."wanna know my secret? ...I really think that it's incredibly sexy when a grown woman pees herself" ... "Is that all?" she replied..."wow what a relief...I thought it would be something really strange!" "Oh...so you don't find that revolting or strange?" ..."No...that's kinda cute" We just kept on kissing and fondling in the bed...and at one point I could see a wet spot growing in her crotch To make this already very long story a bit shorter, the rest of the trip became very intense and very wet! And the past month since we came back home, it has just continued...and her favorite fun is to surprise me all the time with wetting herself when I am the most unaware...and see how long it takes for me to notice She confided in me that she wet her bed until she was 11...so she felt it was liberating just to pee whenever she wanted, and get sexually rewarded. Bottom line is that she has ended up very wet every time I have seen her since...and she even seems to enjoy to admire the wet spots on her pants I could not have imagined that we would end up where we are now, just a couple of months ago. A couple of pics where she decided to soak her jeans this weekend
    2 points
  11. This is about a conference I participated last month in Osaka. Although it was a very lucky time to get two dates (specially with some omorashi fun)... the second one did or may end up in trouble in the future (advice appreciated!). As I love the city, I stayed for the full duration (4 days) of the conference. Almost two years ago I met on Tinder (with my omorashi fetish profile) a really nice girl from there. We chatted daily for almost two months and she even made me a video of herself wetting her "pajamas" (lycra pants) in the morning at the ofuro before taking a shower to go to work. Although she doesn't have the fetish, she is very cool with it and we enjoyed exploring each other kinks. Unfortunately we had never had any opportunity to meet until then, so this time we finally decided to meet in a cafe in Umeda on my first day there. She works near there and, by sheer coincidence, my hotel was also located nearby. First part: The conference ended around 5pm on he first day and I went to the cafe to wait for her. She arrived at around 7:30 as she had to do some overtime. She was using a light pink shirt with a dark (blue? black? I forgot) skirt, a very thin skin-color pantyhose, and black shoes, typical Japanese office-worker clothes (but without the jacket, as it was summer). Her body type is chubby, but sexy. She has good proportions, not too wide hips, large breasts and thick legs, all coupled to a very innocent roundish face. She still uses long bangs which are always falling on her eyes and contributes for the cute look, and unlike almost all Japaneses she prefers glasses rather than contacts, although it is one of those black thick frames, quite fashionable and not nerdy at all. We talked mostly about how nice it was to finally see each other and everything looked pretty innocent. In just 30 minutes we finished our coffees and she asked about my hotel. I'm proud of my hotel finding skills, so I told her about how nice it was, with big windows and that is probably had a nice view at night, right away she asked to see it. Again, it seemed really innocent: she said since she doesn't have much time to travel as she need to take care of her young daughter she haven't stayed in a hotel for a long time, and she loves staying outside home. We got there, chatted, things got more romantic while sitting by the window, she was telling me which buildings are which "that one is that famous department store... that is close to my work... that..." and pointing. We got closer and closer and finally touched the subject of the videos we sent each other 2 years before. We showed each other the videos and remembered them (quite shyly actually). Then I said my favorite one as the omorashi video. Her: Oh, really? More than the naked ones? That's cute... do you still like omorashi? Me: hm.... I do. I don't think those things change... Her: Do you want me to pee for you? I was so surprised at the question. We were not making out or anything until that time. Right away I started kissing her we moved to the bed and made out for a while. Unfortunately......... I didn't have any condoms (I know I know.. I'm a dumbass) but I continued to tease and please her in other ways (and I told her I love teasing and touching). All that while she was still wearing her bra-although it was not covering anything by then, panties and pantyhose, which were very wet. I kept my shirt (opened by then) and underwear. After a while she asked to reciprocate, moved down and made a motion to remove my underwear... at the time I gathered my courage: Me: hm... if it's ok... how about the pee? Her: HERE? Is it ok? It will get all wet, I have to pee a lot and I don't know if I can stop if I start... Me: let's go back to the sofa... The sofa by the window had impermeable leather/plastic cushions, so I gathered the towels from the bathroom and just threw them on the sofa. Me: This is ok... Her: should I get naked? How do you want? Should I sit on you? Me: just do it while we are making out, make it a surprise. We continue kissing and she was rubbing herself on me, but to my real surprise she didn't wait even 30 seconds and started peeing full flow until her bladder seemed empty. While still in the middle of the pee we could already hear it dripping from the towel in the carpet bellow, she just smiled a little but continued until the end. Her: Sorry, I couldn't stop. Me: I loved it, don't worry. Her: It's the first time I pee my pants with another person... Me: Did you pee alone before? I mean... except for the video... Her: Oh, it happens almost every month, I want to go home soon and I don't go to the toilet at work... then I always end up peeing myself right before reaching the toilet or at the house entrance... last week was terrible, I couldn't hold and we myself in the elevator... but I went home and got a towel to clean. Me: didn't any neighbor see it? Her: I was alone in the elevator, luckily.. and the building is small. But if they see I can say it was my dog and say sorry. That spontaneous (and innocent, for her) chat while she was still on top of me, both with pee soaked underwear, and me laying down with my ass in a pee puddle, just made everything hotter. Unlike almost every other date I had so far, she didn't seem to mind being wet, so we continued like that for a while, making out and talking a little to cool down once in a while (because of the damn lack of condoms...). Me: (her name), I think I need to pee too... it is hot so I drunk a lot of water before the coffee... I will just use to toilet really fast... I was actually trying to tell her in a nice way that I wanted her to get out from top of me so I could use the toilet, as omorashi is my fetish, not hers... but I still wanted to continue playing there, so I didn't want her to decide suddenly to go get a shower or break the nice romantic climate. Her (laughing and not taking me seriously): we are already wet... it's like peeing in the shower now. I didn't answer, we just continued what we were doing for some time as I'm pee-shy, and she asked twice if I had peed so it made me even more shy. But after a while I started peeing, and she could feel it right away: Her: It's warm! It feels good! I understand why you like it... me: (just awkwardly smiling and concentrating in continuing peeing) Her: Oh, I can see the pee coming out of your dick from the underwear, that's hot! I could almost finish all. It felt good. And she peed again twice (just a little each time) before we went to shower. She washed her panties and tights in the shower and, unfortunately, had to go back home before the last train as she had to go to her parents house on the next morning (she had plans with her daughter, who was staying there during summer vacations).
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  12. That's why i linked to the second page and not the first. No, it doesn't. http://begthequestion.info
    2 points
  13. Wow! Just wow. Amazing as always Etoile!
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  14. GOOD GOLLY LORD THIS IS BEYOND LEWD AND I BEYOND APPROVE IN EVERY SINGLE WAY HNNNNNG
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  15. More importantly, even if people are massively hyped for the next update to someone's fiction/interactive/game/etc., it's because the artist they're following has a habit of taking their time to make quality content, so that big space of time where a couple dozen people are sitting there hoping the update is soon is only a big space of time because the update at the end of it has had all this time dedicated to it. That's the kind of name you want to make for yourself. You don't want to be the guy who ends up being known for rushing out content just for the sake of having content. Take the time to make sure that it's up to your standards, at least (after all, if you don't like it, how can you expect anyone else to?). If you know it's rushed, don't waste anyone's time putting it out, just sit there and work on it until it's done. That one Miyamoto quote applies perfectly here. "A delayed game is eventually good, but a rushed game is forever bad." Do not be the guy that rushes through stuff, because once you end up with that sort of reputation it's going to be a long and hard fight to shake it. Seriously, garage, take a step back, slow the hell down, and get your stories organized and finished before you post them. Nobody's going to want to read a story if each update to it is a single paragraph.
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  16. No one is on the edge of their seats waiting for you to post. Nothing is forcing you to post half-finished work. People will appreciate something finished in a week much more than something rushed and sloppy in an hour.
    2 points
  17. If its not finally a fanfiction, please stop posting in this topic. Actually I'm just going to lock it so you don't dig yourself further into this hole.
    2 points
  18. She is my favourite of these game show hosts. She is awesome (this is my personal opinion). I love her sense of humour and her attitude. There are also other similar but shorter videos on YouTube where she needs to pee badly and she is not shy to tell about it. (English is not my native language so sorry if there are some weird things. I wanted to translate her phrases word by word as accurate as I can, but some of her phrases are little difficult to translate that way) . Some background first: This certain game show video is (was) live, and broadcasted at night time, about 1.00 AM - 4.20 AM. There is an envelope on the board. Inside of the envelope is paper where is some first name. People can call the studio and try to guess that name. If their guess is right they will win a money. The most basic information about what's happening in that video is: She tells that she had drank 3 energy drinks, one cup of coffee and took 1 caffeine pill before the show to stay awake at night time She also says that now she have too much energy and she just shaking all around the studio. The video is about 3 hours and 20 minutes long. After the first 32 minutes, she mentions first time that she already need to get to the toilet. 25 minutes later she says that she has to get to the toilet badly, but she also says that she will not go to the toilet until somebody guesses the right answer. She also says a couple of times during the video that the game director (the person behind the camera - her boss), is a nice person and she is allowed to use the toilet but this is her own choice to wait until somebody guesses the right answer. 50 minutes after that (about 1 hour 45 minutes from the beginning of the video) she says that soon she can't wait anymore and she has to go to the toilet even if nobody knows the right answer. And still, she continues holding 1 hour and 35 minutes more, until the end of the video. Many times she also says that she hopes that viewers could take her behaviour with humour and she says that she is sorry if all the (crazy) things she does and say is too much for some viewers. If you wonder that she drinks on the video: Few times she says that it's a paradox, she is very thirsty but at the same she has terrible need to pee, and she needs to drink a little bit because her mouth is dry. Finally, her shift ends and the next host arrives in the studio. ------------------------------------------------------------- She talks and describes A LOT about how badly she need to pee, almost every minute, but there are some highlights of the video, I use time format HH:MM:SS - hours, minutes, seconds: 00:02:30 - "Seriously, did I drank 3 energy drinks only because of all that silence?" (She is "complaining" because of nobody call to the studio) 00:32:04 - "This can't be real. I got a need for the toilet already at this point" 00:56:05 - "Huh, I have way too much energy. I drank too much of energy drinks and took even one caffeine pill before the show." "I'm just whisking (if this is the right word...?) here, I could whisk a cream with my hands" 00:56:18 - "Oh no, I have also terrible need to get to the toilet" 00:56:28 - "I will get to the toilet when somebody guesses the right answer" 00:59:42 - "If somebody there is wondering what's wrong with me - I have a terrible need to get to the toilet. But I will not go to anywhere until I'll get the right answer." 01:02:34 - "No worry, the game director (the person behind the camera) surely would let me go to the toilet, but this is my own challenge to myself : " "Can I bear it until the right answer will come?" 01:05:55 - "I don't have ever wished to get the right answer as much as now, because I have set a challenge to myself : " "I will not go to the toilet until the right answer comes, I will not leave until the right answer comes" 01:06:05 - "My bladder is THIS full" (show with hands) "Why I tell all of this for you? Because, let's make this broadcast somehow more interesting : " "Which one will become first, the right answer or... umm... water damage, or urine damage to this studio?" 01:39:22 - ("Aah... how bad urgency... Ah!") 01:39:25 - "I'm not going to anywhere until the right answer will come!" "This is my own challenge I have set to myself, and damn it, I'll stay here until I will explode, which is THIS close" (shows with fingers) 01:44:09 - "I really can't bear it anymore soon, I must go to the toilet soon even if the right answer wouldn't come. But not yet." 01:59:07 - "...when you will tell the right answer I will open the envelope" "I'm not even taking a toilet break because I trust you (viewers) so much, I know that the right answer will come soon." "So, I will hold until the right answer comes" 02:03:37 - "fffh... wait for a second ... now it's bad... Ah!..." 02:13:38 - "...if your answer is correct you will win 3000 euros and I will go to the toilet" "But until that, I'm not going to anywhere, really, I'd rather wet my pants than... - No, I'm not going to wet my pants (it's not gonna happen) , but when the right answer comes I will open the envelope..." etc. 02:15:00 - "I want to make this clear for everyone that I'm kind of making a joke about that I have this urgency" "If somebody there is thinking ' - oh no, she is not allowed to go toilet - '... I've been offered a break already but I'm not going because I have challenged myself, this is my challenge to myself that I will hold until you will tell me the right answer... Aah...shh... and here I'm holding, damn it. 02:20:32 - (Keeping hands on the bladder) "Stay, wait there, wait." "It's like I'm talking to a baby. But I'm not pregnant. Probably. I hope." 02:59:44 - (Imitating one 90's Finnish game show): "Grab your phone now. Grab your bladder now. Grab your 3000 eur now" (lift one leg up quickly incautiously) 02:59:50 - "Aah, I almost really peed my pants accidentally. For sure already leaked a spoonful, huh. 03:11:10 - "I'll explain this for one last time, if somebody has just come to that channel and wonder that I'm just crazy, - well, I'm that too, but..." "I had the deal with you. I have had a need for the toilet for quite a long time. But I said here that I won't go to anywhere until I get that right answer." "I have kept my promise, I don't have gave up. For real, I can say that leaking has been close for a few times." 03:12:58 - "No, this is not any tribal dance, this is my holding dance when I try to be here legs crossed... aah... Please tell me that right answer." etc. 03:15:18 - "As soon as you (the viewer) are ready (to guess the answer), it's time to come tell that answer... Aah... that answer to me" 03:15:24 - "Are you Terhi (the next host) there (already)?... Uh, now it's bad...oh..." 03:16:38 - (Singing a Christmas song:) "Five days until Christmas eve..." "It's not five days until Christmas, it's 5 minutes until get to the toilet" "Well, not 5 minutes but 1, Terhi should be here in one minute, but I'm sure she is not here in one minute," 03:16:50 - "I will wait here until Terhi will... Come now Terhi, come, damn it Terhi, run! Wherever you are Terhi, run, or I will come and get you personally here" 03:19:51 - (Talking to herself:) "Ah... oh well, now hold a little longer, Terhi will come to rescue me soon, and then... ahh.. to the toilet...ahh... please come" ----------------------------------- There is also some certain phrases she repeats many times during the video. Almost every time when somebody says a wrong answer she says something like: "I'm sorry this wasn't the right answer... which means that the jackpot stays still here in the studio and so stay my bladder too." She also says many times: "Which one will explode first, the jackpot or my bladder?" And also: "There are two things on the jackpot: 3000 euros and my bladder" (If this sentence makes any sense in the English language, I don't know)
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  19. These are some older fotos. Took me a while to find the courage to upload them here. ^^'
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  20. Wet Floor

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    That wasn't an instruction, Scarlett.
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  21. I wanted to go for more of a schoolgirl look this time!! Sorry, I know it doesn’t look like I wet as much this time, but the skirt probably absorbed a lot of it, plus I was leaking before I could even get the outfit on Hope you enjoy!
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  22. AstolfoBedwettin

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Other misc work

    A quick sketch, mostly for practice. Largely for fun. And a little bit as a reminder to use the toilet before you go to bed. Unless you want to end up like this. You don't want to do this, do you?
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  23. This story is inspired by a true account I once read about a women who really needed to use the bathroom while at a protest. In this first chapter, I set the stage for further desperation to come, as Abigail Shearman ventures into a crowded city for her debut in collegiate activism. Incidentally, this is also my debut desperation fiction for this website, so I hope you all enjoy! Abigail Shearman and the Protest Potty Chapter 1 Abigail Shearman never considered herself political. She was the type of girl whose soft-brown curls and bright green eyes and prim little nose people would expect to see in a Casely-Haylford clothing advertisement, or plastered on a brochure for a New England boarding school. But people’s assessments, as it turns out, usually tended to be fair, because Abigail Shearman was exactly that type of girl. With a mother in orthopedics, and a father in investment banking, Abigail had spent her high-school years boarding at the Westover School. She’d spent four years under the austere rules of the headmaster, adhering to strict uniforms, study hours, and limited visitation with the opposite sex (dates at Westover were rare, but when they happened, they were with the men of Warburtons’ the partner school down the road). But it had all paid off. Abigail had gotten into Oberlin. Her parents hadn’t wanted her to move away from Massachusetts, preferring that she attend Boston University, but she had been insistent. And now here she was, a month into the semester, painting protest signs in the dorm room with her roommate Bryn and one of Bryn’s friends, a sophomore named Charli with bright strawberry hair. Truth be told, the first couple of weeks of university had been rough for Abigail. Given that Oberlin was the oldest coeducational liberal arts college in the country, she hadn’t expected much of a transition. The classrooms would still be held in gothic buildings, the weather would still call for merino sweaters in University colors. But despite these similarities, Abigail had found that any mention of her alma mater brought immediate derision from her classmates. She’d gotten more than a few stares when she wore her Christopher Kane ensemble with the Westover insignia to the dining hall. And another girl had audibly scoffed when she mentioned offhand that one of their Biology TA’s reminded her of a prefect she’d hated. Then there was Bryn. With the pink streak in her bleach blonde hair. With the bangs she’d obviously cut herself with a spare pair of scissors (probably rusty). With the small septum ring that ran a perfect metallic circle through her nose. During move-in, when one of the movers she'd hired was hauling in a box full of dresses, Bryn had thrown the name Princess right at her. As in, "Hey Princess, want to head down to the dining hall? No dress-up required." It wasn't said with a particularly mean-spirited tone, and after that, Bryn had treated her nicely enough. But Abigail knew she had to be judging her, she just knew it. This self-conscious fear shot through her every time she typed away on her brand-new laptop. It ran down her spine whenever she picked out a pair of pumps from her dorm closet. So when Bryn had asked her if she wanted to come with her to the protest in a nearby city, she jumped at the chance. And now here she was, awake around 7:30 in the morning on a Saturday, prepping for a protest. All of the girls were finishing up the signs they had started painting the night before. Charli had brought a pourable box of coffee from the campus Dunkin Donuts around 7:00. Abigail had poured herself a cup and took appreciative gulps to wake herself up. She’d developed a bit of a bad caffeine habit during her Westover days as a result of many late night assignments, so a.m. sleepiness was more of an excuse than anything else. The girls had been working non-stop for the past thirty minutes, with Bryn and Charli discussing the trip as Abigail stared longingly at their signs. Bryn’s said, in bright pink glitter block letters, “I’m Too Clumsy to Be Around Fragile Masculinity!” The protest was a women's march in response to a corporate executive firing around twenty women from a national headquarters after it was revealed that they were a part of a secret group chat that was used to mock leading members of the board. What had been intended as a harmless joke had resulted in the termination of twenty careers. The protest had snowballed into hundreds nationwide, so Bryn had picked the city with a march that was closest to the college. They were scheduled to take a bus into the city at 8:00. Abigail hadn’t ridden the Greyhound before, but when Bryn told everyone it was time to go, she drained the last of her now thrice-emptied coffee cup, grabbed her sign which read in a neat marker cursive, “Free Speech, Fragile Egos” (she’d looked up “cool protest slogans for posters" on the internet the night before after Bryn had gone to sleep) and began the trudge through the autumn morning to the campus bus-stop. The girls got to the bus-stop around 7:45 a.m. Abigail tucked her sign under her arm and scanned the nearby buildings. She could already feel the first twinges of coffee, the type of discomfort she was at the moment too embarrassed to name, even in her head. The bus ride was supposed to be four hours long. She scanned the area surrounding the bus-stop. She could run into the nearby academic building and search for the toilets. But what if the bus was late? She might hold everyone up, and then Bryn would regret ever inviting her. Or worse, they’d leave without her and her one shot at some semblance of friendship on campus would be ruined. She decided she would be fine staying where she was. Post-coffee twinges weren’t important enough to be addressed. After all, she told herself, she wasn’t a high-maintenance princess. She was an Oberlin student, a protestor, dare she even say it, an activist! Taking a toilet break at every little discomfort wouldn't be very counter-culture. She clutched her sign and stood tall in firm resolve. About ten minutes later, she snuck another glance at the building. But it was now 7:55 a.m. The bus would be arriving in five minutes. If she couldn’t go then, she definitely couldn’t go now. At 8:05 a.m., the bus still wasn’t there. The lack of punctuality annoyed Abigail almost as much as the twinges, which seemed to press with just a bit more intensity when coupled with the knowledge that she could have gotten relief by now. “I’m sure it will be here in a minute or so,” Bryn said. “I’m just going to run into that building for a second while we wait for it then,” Charli said as she took off on a light jog towards the building. “Coffee went straight through me!” “You’re so lame!” Bryn said with a laugh. “Can’t even hold down a kid-sized cup of coffee. Your body’s gonna put you out of commission long before the police can take the march down.” “What can I say, god blessed me with a big ass and cursed me with a small bladder,” Charli yelled over her shoulder as she ran towards the building’s front entrance. Abigail stared longingly after Charli as the doors closed behind her. She considered following after. But the thought of getting teased by Bryn the way Charli had been made her burn with shame. She gave her legs a little cross, and tried to concentrate on the bus-stop. Instead her mind turned towards the three cups of coffee that she had pounded down with such eagerness over the last hour. She imagined it draining down, filling her up drop by drop until it there was a liter of liquid sloshing around inside her, pushing up against the tight band of her new Paige and Givenchy jeans… “I’m gonna go, I better, um, I better check up with Charli,” Abigail told Bryn. She placed her sign on the ground by her feet. She then turned towards the building and half-walked, half-jogged her way over in an effort to be casual. For all Bryn knew, she just wanted to make sure Charli was on time and to grab a drink of water from the fountains. She went inside and then gave the hallways a quick back and forth. In the corner, there it was, a Ladies room. Thank goodness. She pushed her way inside and entered the empty of the two stalls. She could hear Charli wiping in the stall next to her. Abigail pulled down jeans and pink panties and sat down on the cool porcelain of the toilet. She tried to concentrate on the task at hand. She waited patiently for Charli to pull her pants up, flush, and exit the stall. The idea of her sitting next to her, hearing her, made her blush. During her time at Westover, she would start her mornings an hour earlier than all the other girls just so she could relieve herself in peace. The idea of other girls knowing what she was doing, imagining her in the act, picturing her body squatting on the seat, seeing her panties around her ankles: the whole thing made it so hard for her to go. So when Charli finally finished washing her hands and the door swung shut behind her, Abigail breathed a nervous sigh of relief. The bathroom was empty but she had to be quick, the bus could be there any second. Please, please, let me go, she silently willed her bladder. She tapped her feet up and down and tried to re-imagine the sound of running water pouring from the sink. A little spurt shot out, followed by a small little stream, she’d gotten it started, it would be okay…. The door to the bathroom burst open and Abigail’s little stream came to an immediate halt. “Abigail, is that you in there? Come on, finish up! The bus is leaving!” The sound of Bryn’s voice had Abigail to her feet, pants and panties pulled up, in a matter of seconds. “Sorry I’m totally ready let’s go! I’m so sorry!” Abigail ran out of the bathroom and out of the building, on the tail of a now-sprinting Bryn. Charli stood at the entrance of the bus, holding all of their signs and telling to the bus driver to wait for just a minute longer. They caught the bus just in time. They filed their way to the back of the bus towards a three person seat in the very back of the bus. Abigail face was bright red. She tried not to make eye contact with the rows of faces, people she’d kept waiting. People she’d held up by using the bathroom. She sat down to the right of Abigail and turned towards the window, pretending to be interested in the gray, now-empty bus stop. Then the bus lurched forward and they were on their way. By the time they had merged onto the highway, the initial shock of Abigail’s embarrassment had faded away a bit, and she began to talk to Bryn and Charli about the march to come. But with her thoughts no longer dominated by shame, they returned to the initial source of the problem. This was a four hour bus trip. Abigail gave her legs a tight squeeze and tried not to think about those three cups of coffee. But it was more than a twinge now. However, Abigail Shearman wasn’t about to make two scenes in one day. She wasn’t going to fulfill any more high-maintenance Westover stereotypes. She was uncomfortable. But for now, she was in control. She glanced at her watch, then glanced at the long expanse of highway ahead. With a quick cross of her legs, she turned her mind towards the march ahead. End of Part 1
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  24. From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Scarlett's been drinking tea, and now she's letting it back out. I hope she's going to mop that up.
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  25. Hi everyone! Its me, Kozmo! This isn't the next part of Lotto, rather this is an experience I had the other day coming home, due to an unfortunate misunderstanding I had with both my own brain and my scheduling. This will likely be a shorter one, due to the fact that it wasn't really planned out like a lot of my stuff, it just happened due to circumstance. Basically I was at my friends apartment, and had been there since the previous evening. There were a few of us and we had a few drinks. I was in a basic getup, black tank top, denim short shorts, black knee highs, and black and red lacy undergarments. My hair was tied up in a ponytail so I actually got to show off most of my tats, including the one on my upper back. Hardly any of the stuff that happened while I was there actually matters, it was just a lot of alcohol and video games. The things that really matter are as follows 1. I wanted to go home that evening. We had gotten pretty sloshed the previous evening, so this was the wind-down day. To get home from my friends house, I to walk a few blocks to a bus stop, and then ride two busses to get home, with the total ride taking well over an hour, just because I live in an inconvenient spot for bus routes. 2. I wanted to be lewd when I got home. When I get drunk, I get lewd. (Some people take advantage of that and it makes me sad when I wake up the next day but this is not one of those days.) When I get lewd, I usually think about omo. Because my lewdness involves omo, I drink more, which gives me more alcohol sometimes, which makes me lewder, meaning more omo, more drinking, you get the idea. Therefore, my idea was for lewd omo things when I had gotten home, and I had already started filling myself up very substantially with wine and beer looong before I was even due to leave. And perhaps the most important part that you should know heading into this 3. Is that I got the fucking bus schedule wrong. As finicky as I am regarding just about everything in my life, you'd think I'd get that much right. I normally use google maps to double check arrival times, but remember how I posted that status the other day about how I ran out of data? Yeah. I thought it came every hour to that specific spot, :45 on the dot. Turns out there's an hour it skips, for whatever reason. So I leave the apartment, mildly buzzed and needing to pee like you wouldn't believe. I walk my walk, savoring the feeling of the waistband pushing into my bladder, stopping every little bit to knock my knees a little. I had to pee. Emphasis. I thought I had this perfectly timed. By the time I'd get home, I'd be extremely close to bursting, and I could savor the fun. I did make it to the bus stop eventually. I sat down, crossed my legs. I hopped on a discord voicechat via the wifi at the cafe across the street with some friends and tried not to let my voice tremble. The bus would be here in 5 minutes after all. Except it wasn't. And I panicked. Oh BOY did I panic. I almost aborted right there. Almost. But I'm me, and you know how I work. Half of my brain screamed abort, find bathroom. The other half screamed, CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. So I checked google maps, now that I had a wifi spot, and that was when I discovered the bus in question would not arrive for another hour. The duel voices screaming ABORT and CHALLENGE ACCEPTED intensified, and the latter won out. I went to said cafe, sat down outside, and waited. And waited. And trembled and tried not to desperately moan into my earbuds mic on discord. And waited. And then walked to Burger King because I wanted spicy nuggs. Which I got a drink with, because I'm ME. Then I went back and waited some more. It was at this point I was doubting my ability to hold it. I mean yeah I was desperate to pee beforehand, but this was like, advanced desperation. The end might be near desperation. Uncertainty setting in desperation. You know what I mean? I finished my nuggs and my drink and I went back to the bus stop. My walking was as if it was on eggshells, and I was starting to sweat from the effort of holding it. I wanted immediately to be able to sit back down, but luckily I was still in that voice chat so I was able to keep my mind off it at least a little. Then the bus came. I saw it and my brain ticked that my journey home was actually beginning! And I leaked! Shit. I felt a substantial spurt fire out of me almost simultaneously the second my brain registered joy. I didn't have to look to know the denim had been darkened between my legs. But I was at a bus stop. There was people on the bus, there was people getting ON the bus, I sure as hell wasn't going to make a show of guessing. I just got on the bus, kept my legs together as I could keep them, and sat right in the front by myself, and just kept my eyes on my knees, a bead of sweat trailing down my head. I didn't have discord to keep me occupied anymore as I was leaving wifi, and now I was surrounded by people. But I wasn't going to lose it on the bus. I was not. I'm a very eyes on the prize girl. I sat there, I rubbed my legs together, held my purse on my lap, wiggled around, the full half an hour until I had to transfer busses. The bus that was not at the transfer yet. Fuck me, right? So now I'm standing outside on the bus stop, most people have filed out. Mines the last bus out, and my neighbourhood is the last stop. Remember what I said about inconvenient bussing? It actually takes me fucking forever to get anywhere from home, and then back home. Good thing I'm a couch potato. Its cold outside, because now its dark out, good ol' nighttime, and I'm standing on a main street just about to pee my shorts. The reality of that hit me pretty hard, and I leaked again. Not a lil leak. A my face went immediately pale because that's really fucking visible leak. I felt a gush push out of me, soak my underwear, the crotch of my shorts, and trail down my thigh, off my knee, and patter on the ground. I almost lost it right then and there out of the panic that ensued. But eyes on the prize. Its dark, nobody can see. I'm good. You'd think it would be a relief, but honestly it made my need to pee a billion times worse. I held my purse in front of me and dug my hand into that obvious area between my legs as hard as I could. Hold it, hold it, hold it. The bus did eventually arrive, and I went in that side door they have and planted myself in the back left corner. Half an hour left. And boy was that half an hour, I dribbled a bit just about every bump we hit and had to bite my finger to keep from automatically mewling. It sucks being a vocal-while-desperate person when the desperation is in public. This may not seem like much, but our roads suuuuuuuck. Though, I think the fact that it was just dribbles saved my clothes a fair deal, or at least prevented a mess on the seat. I'm not versed in how fabric saturation works, but maybe someone here is. I just figured a looot of dribbles is better than 3 or 4 massive leaks. Eventually we pulled up to my neighbourhood and I got off at my street. I stood there until the bus left, to make sure there was no prying eyes. Walking up my street was torture, because I KNEW I was there. I just had to make this final trek. Step, leak. Step, leak. Step, leak. It was like my foot steps were those pedals you push with your foot on those outdoor sinks at festivals. They weren't huge leaks, but by the time I got to my doorstep my shorts were very wet, front and back. I had glistening streaks all down the back of my legs, and my kneesocks were damp. There was no denying that I had, essentially, very much peed my pants. It was at this point I experienced a phenomenon I read about a lot on the site, but had yet to experience. A literal key-in-latch wetting. I hobbled up my steps, and stuck my key in my front door. It was instant. My brain clicked that I was home. The key in the lock was symbolic. Before I could even turn it, I completely lost control, moaning loudly as I started pissing myself. My shorts literally could not contain it, it poured down both legs and a constant stream straight to the ground between them. I was home safe essentially and the relief was way too much, I fell forward with my head against the glass on my doors window, continuing to let out little gasps as I created a river that poured down my steps. Shorts, socks, shoes, all were beyond saving. I finished emptying myself after awhile, and just kind of stood there, marveling in what had just happened. I was so loopy from the relief I forgot to turn the key and walked into my door trying to push it in. I could hear my shoes squelch. I got in, peeled off my clothes right on my doormat, wiped down my legs with whatever dry part I could find of my shorts so I wouldnt leave a trail on my floor, and hobbled weak-kneed down to my room to enjoy the rest of my evening. I had a lot of free time now, as I had gotten my lewd omo fun I wanted out of the way sooner rather than later. It was a very enjoyable experience, and I hope the rest of you enjoy it as much as I did~ I love you all ❤️
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  26. new to me, even tho they have been published awhile. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5a5941e727e49 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5841d774549bf if anyone could rip them id be glad to have them ?
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  27. Yeah good call, that 'editorial' was harsh and just wrong, what an ass hat.
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  28. No idea whats going on in here, but stay on topic.
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  29. I haven't made a video or actually did an actually wetting in a long time so it was kinda nice. One of these days I want to do one outside, but I always get the feeling I'll run into someone I know. Note: Bathtub Drain gets a bit loud. 20180821_131218.mp4
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  30. Does anyone know how to download/record from Twitch? Some desperation from another Twitch streamer if anyone else enjoys those, mostly at 2:25:55 but also some bouncing/squirming beforehand ?
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  31. Here are two weird ones (with nudity). In each, a girl takes off her bikini top, pees on it, and puts it back on. And they both, for some reason, use black bikinis that don't show the wetness very well. bikini top pee 2.mp4 bikini top pee.mp4
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  32. Another great set! Thank you!
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  33. I remember being incredibly attracted to the trailer for that video on Patches back in the day. Just the idea of "trying out" wetting for her friend and falling in love with it appealed to me greatly.
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  34. I went on vacation with my new girlfriend, J, a few weeks ago, and we had some fun you all will be interested in hearing about. We rented a cottage in the country, close to some good hiking. We did a fair amount of hiking that week, carrying large water bladders in our packs. One day we went to a winery and got a little sauced before hiking. I already had to pee before we left the winery, but J told me to hold it while we went on our hike. It was maybe half an hour from the winery to the trail, and by the time we got to the trailhead I really truly had to go. Nonetheless I started sucking down water from my 3 liter pack as soon as we started the hike. It wasn't a long hike, and at the end of the trail was a nice waterfall and creek that some people were using as a swimming hole. We walked out into the creek using the stepping stones that dotted the surface, and then climbed up onto a big rock out in the middle of the creek. We sat there for a while and watched the crawfish scramble around backwards on the creek bed. It was a strangely serene activity considering I was only barely containing my pee. In private I would have been squirming like crazy and holding myself, but there were several people around so I tried to keep things looking normal. Unfortunately that came at the cost of several teaspoons of pee that forced its way out in little spurts. When we were ready to go, jumping off the rock was enough to get me to lose it for just a second, and I felt warm wetness on the inside of my pant leg, making a small patch below my crotch. I had been filling J in on my situation, and when this happened I told her I would definitely be seriously wet by the time we got back up the hill to the car, unless I was allowed to go. So we went a little ways up from where the people were hanging out, and she pointed to a log. "Go here," she demanded. It was right in the middle of the trail, and I was pretty nervous that someone would come by, but I was also desperate enough to not really care. So I opened my fly and gasped with relief, as J watched with apparent satisfaction. I peed for a good minute at least, and then finally stopped when it wasn't feeling so urgent anymore. I was no longer desperate, but I knew I would be again pretty soon. We stopped into town on the way back to the cottage to get some takeout and pick up some more beer. While we drove I emptied a nearly-full nalgene bottle, so by the time we had picked up the food and went into the local brewery I had to hobble to and from the car. I was starting to get worried I'd have a full on accident in the rental car during the half hour drive from town to the cottage, so I put a towel down on the seat to at least catch some of it. Once we were out of town I felt free to squirm and plead with J to just let me empty my bladder in the car. She refused me permission but she did offer enticement: "I have to go really badly now too, so if you wait until we get back to the house I'll let you go in your pants and I'll pee on you too." That was enough to get me to stop begging, but it wasn't enough to keep my bladder leak-free. Several times my muscles tensed up like crazy and I felt piss spurt out into my pants no matter how hard I tried to stop it. Meanwhile, J, with her nurse's bladder, was showing zero outward signs of desperation, but she assured me she was very full. It was lucky she was the one driving. I felt my control slipping as we pulled into the driveway, and as soon as I got out of the car, I started to lose it. There was nothing I could do to hold it in, so in a last-ditch bid to save my boots I just squatted there in front of the little house in full view of the world, watering the grass through my pants. I sighed with relief and looked up at J apologetically. "Does this qualify as waiting until we get back?" In answer she took me inside the house, spread a towel on the floor, and gestured for me to lie down on it. I did as I was told, while she stripped off her pants. Straddling me, still in my wet clothes, she locked eyes with me and I felt her warm pee flood my pants. She wasn't lying—she had a whole lot of pee stored in there. I really have no idea how she does it. But she soaked my pants way more than I had myself, and the towel as well. Once that was done we made out for a while, and then got the rest of the way undressed and went to the bed. I still had to go pretty badly, somehow, and as we started fucking (she had brought along her restraints, so she was tied to the bed), I found myself spurting piss into the condom. I've never quite had that feeling before. I've done it a little bit, but this was definitely the most I've ever peed inside someone. I finished before her, so I pulled out and kneeled beside the bed, going down on her until she came. The condom looked like I'd had a massive load, when actually it was probably mostly pee. To top it off, I left the condom on while I went down on her, and started releasing my bladder freely until she came. She laughed out loud when I stood up and she saw the giant water balloon I was holding onto my dick. I ran to the shower to take it off, and then finally finished peeing in the tub. I went back to bed and we cuddled until we fell asleep. We didn't shower until morning. GOOD TIMES! Since then we've had wet sex again, and this time I finally got her desperate enough that it started to show. I'll talk about that soon. In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed this!
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  35. I might have that video, been trying to find the whole video, there some other great scenes on that DVD.
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  36. That is the reason I downvoted. I had no idea what you were on about as this seemed to be a short and bad fiction rather than a suggestion and first glance.
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  37. I just saw your post on scat and hardcore messing before hand and some of the videos listed on this thread have that in them. Oh and hi. ? ?
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  38. In this video, Alisha pees in her pants while sitting outside on the ground. It occurred to us that in most of our videos, the girls pee in their pants while standing. Most of the time, of course, women pee while sitting on the toilet. It only seemed appropriate to do a video where the wetting takes place while sitting down. We join Alisha outside where she is wearing light colored pants, a black hoodie, and a pink shirt. Sitting on the ground, she explains how she is going to wet herself, but before doing so she wants to rub her pussy a bit to get aroused. Then, while rubbing herself, she pees in her pants. The light colored fabric becomes slightly transparent as it becomes wet, allowing us to just barely make out that she is wearing striped panties underneath. Her pee forms a puddle on the ground around where she is sitting. After she is done peeing she stops rubbing herself, moving her hand to allow us to get a full view of the wet spot on her pants.
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  39. Part 3 The sun beating down felt so nice on her skin and she leaned back enjoying the warmth. Pete had said the taxi would be about 20 minutes so there was time to enjoy the beautiful day. Claire started talking to her about work and after a few minutes Pete opened the crate of beer they had just bought and pulled some cans out. He held one out for Claire and then passed to Karen. “Might as well have a drink whilst we are sat waiting”. He said passing another can over to Mark. Karen opened the can and took a sip. “Would be much better chilled” she thought to herself, but when it was this warm any drink was refreshing. She went back to chatting with Claire and bathing in the sun. It didn’t take long before she was crushing the can between her hand and got up to walk over to the bin. She dropped the can into the trash and as she walked back over to the bench where they were sitting she felt a pang from her bladder and she realised it might not have been such a good idea to drink her can so quickly, or even at all. As she sat back down she wished she could have gone and peed quickly before they had shut the store but that wasn't an option. She would just have to wait until they got to Claire’s house. Claire was now showing Mark something on her phone and without the distraction of conversation Karen’s focus was on her pressing need. She was really starting to regret drinking that can as her bladder was starting to feel pretty full and was getting really needy for relief. She tried not to worry too much but she had no idea how long the taxi would be and how long it would be before they would be back at Claire and Pete’s. Not knowing how long the taxi would be also meant she couldn’t really sneak off somewhere and pop a squat. To get any kind of privacy she would have to go over to the park and knowing her luck the taxi would show up just as got into position and started having a wee. Plus she really didn’t want to have to do that and have the others know that she was getting desperate again like a little kid. All she could do was hope that the taxi would arrive soon and she wouldn’t have to wait too long to get to the bathroom. As time passed she kept looking at her watch and the more she looked the more time seemed to slow down and her need to pee seemed to get worse. She guessed it was getting close to being 20 minutes since Pete rang so hopefully it wouldn’t be too much longer. However the minutes continued to pass by. “It’s taking a while to come” said Claire. “Yeah but what do you expect with how many people are in town today” replied Pete. “Usually I would be annoyed but on a day like this you just have to roll with it. Karen half hoped that Pete would be more annoyed and get on the phone and tell them to hurry up. She was really needing a wee now and she knew that even once the taxi arrived there was no telling how long she would have to sit in the car making their way back to Pete and Claire’s. She knew she was starting to fidget but she couldn’t help it, the pressure on her pussy was starting to build like it did when she was busting for a wee. She found herself alternating between looking at her watch, looking at the entrance to the car park and looking at her bouncing legs. She didn’t know which one was worse. All she knew was she was silently wishing for the taxi to get here now. She was confident she could make it back if they set off within the next few minutes but any longer and she was in danger of wetting herself in the back of the taxi. Just as the thought of how embarrassing that would be started entering her mind she was distracted by Mark. “This looks like it could be us” he said pointing at a car that was coming into the car park. As it got nearer Karen was happy to see the markings of the taxi company on the side of the car and felt a little relief that it was finally here. As the taxi pulled up she stood up and had to squeeze her legs as the sudden motion made a wave of desperation hit her bladder. “Not long now, just hold on” she said to herself as she climbed into the back of the car beside Claire. Pete jumped in the front and Mark got in on Claire’s other side. When Pete had confirmed the destination with the driver they set off much to Karen’s relief. As they came out of the supermarket car park onto the main road they joined the queue of traffic making its way through the town centre. On a normal day the string of traffic lights and roundabouts that ran around the town were a nightmare but with the roads through the town centre closed off for the festival traffic was moving even slower. All Karen could do was look around at the traffic and pray that it wouldn’t take long to get through to the other side of town. Just the sight of all the cars and the red lights was making her bladder ache with the desperate need to be emptied. Now she was sat down she could bounce her legs which helped a little but what she longed to do was hold her hand against her pussy where all the pressure was building. Unfortunately her dress didn’t have enough slack to allow her to do that, at least not without sticking her hand up and pressing directly on her knickers. She just resigned herself to bouncing her legs and squeezing her muscles to stop the ever growing flood threatening to erupt from between her legs. It took a few minutes to get through the traffic and out to the other side of town and onto the main road out of town where at least they could get moving. As they picked up speed Karen starting feeling more confident that she would be able to wait, at least as long as there were no more hold ups. As if she had read her mind Claire leaned in and muttered “there best not be be anymore traffic, I need to get home asap”. “Why whats up?” asked Karen, suddenly concerned something might be wrong. Claire glanced around at Mark and saw he was leant forward talking to Pete in the front seat. She turned back and whispered “I need a wee, no I really need a wee”. She suddenly gasped and moaned “oh god I’m almost wetting my knickers”. As she said this Karen saw her stiffen up and recognised the signs of a woman experiencing desperation. Karen leaned in and whispered “I’m glad I’m not the only one”. Claire looked at Karen and then down at her legs and saw them bouncing. She laughed and said “oh god, what are we like”. Karen returned the laugh, again feeling somewhat comforted by the knowledge she wasn’t the only one in a desperate predicament. She couldn’t explain why it made her feel better, it just did. At least mentally. Physically she was still dying for a wee and getting dangerously close to having an accident right there on the back seat. From the look of it Claire was almost there too. The next few minutes seemed to pass so slowly and Karen felt a huge sense of relief when they pulled into Claire’s road and pulled up outside their house. They all got out and despite wanting nothing more than to run inside and empty her bursting bladder there was shopping to be got out of the boot. Whilst Pete paid the driver Mark grabbed the crate of beer whilst Claire got the wine and Karen grabbed the bags. They made their way up the drive and Karen was happy to see that Pete had already the door open. They went inside and Karen hurried into the kitchen and put the bags of shopping down on the counter and put her handbag down too. When she turned round Pete came in and put the crate of the beer on the table. As Karen went to head to the door to go upstairs something suddenly hit her. Mark had gotten the beer out of the car so why had Pete brought it in. She looked at Pete and asked where Mark was and she groaned when she heard his response. “He went up to the toilet I think, he handed me the beer and shot upstairs so I assume that is where he went”. “Hopefully he won’t be too long” thought Karen squeezing her legs as she headed towards the door. Just as she got there Claire came rushing in and put down the wine on the table. Karen headed out and went upstairs. When she got to the bathroom door she tried the door and found it locked. She knocked and shouted “hurry up babe, I’m bursting for a wee”. She heard movement behind her and saw Claire appear at the top of the stairs. When she saw the door was shut she crossed her legs and said “oh god is Mark in there?”. Karen nodded and Claire groaned “oh god he has to be quick I am literally starting to wet myself”. Claire moved over and stood by the door and grabbed her crotch and began dancing on the spot. Karen couldn’t help but do the same. She too was on the verge of wetting her knickers and knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. After holding to bursting point twice already she knew her bladder wasn’t as strong as usual and once she started losing control it would happen pretty quickly. . Luckily for her the toilet flushed and Mark opened the door. As she went to go in Claire suddenly jumped in front of her and with a smirk said “my house, I’m going first”. When Karen moaned and asked to go first Claire added “you went first at the supermarket, besides I’m about to burst”. Without waiting for a response Claire dashed into the bathroom and Karen watched as she quickly pulled up her dress and for a split second she saw a wet patch on Claire’s knickers before they were yanked down and her stream started. Claire sighed loudly as her stream got stronger and gushed into the toilet. All Karen could do was stand squirming and doing all she could to keep holding on just a little longer. The sudden delay in relief had caused her to start dribbling in her knickers and now listening to Claire relieving herself was causing her bladder to leak uncontrollably. She could feel her knickers getting wet and there was nothing she could do to stop it other than jam her hand up her dress and push hard against her aching pussy. She danced around in utter desperation and realised she looked like Claire had done when she was waiting for her to finish earlier. Oh how the tables had turned. Her control was fading, the leaks were getting worse and now her knickers were saturated and would absorb no more. The feeling of pee snaking down her legs was making it so hard to hold back the rest of the flood but she had to, she had to wait a little longer. Without warning a hard spurt shot into her knickers and she gasped loudly. Another spurt, then another. Now pee was running down her legs and getting her feet wet. Inside her head she was willing herself to hold on, almost there, Claire would be finished soon then you can pee, just a few more seconds, please please please I just need to pee. Her inner monologue wasn’t helping. The more she thought about holding on the more she spurted and then suddenly she felt it. A huge wave of desperation crippled her body and she knew she couldn’t wait. The pain in her bladder was so bad and she could feel the flood coming down to her quivering pussy. Without thinking she opened the door to the shower cubicle and jumped inside. The moment she knew she wouldn’t be making a mess her bladder pushed hard and the battle was lost. Pee erupted from her aching pee hole and soaked through her knickers and soaked the front of her dress. It streamed down her legs and gushed down between them. She spread her legs and just let the relief wash over her. In that moment she didn’t care that she was having an accident in front of her friend, she didn’t care about the embarrassment, all that mattered was the wonderful feeling of releasing that intense pressure. It seemed to go on forever but eventually the stream died down until she was just left standing there dripping and soaked. “Oh gosh” she heard Claire say and she looked up, her face burning with embarrassment. She started laughing. It was either laugh or cry and it seemed laughing won. Claire started laughing too and suddenly it seemed more funny than shameful. When they stopped laughing she couldn’t believe she had just wet herself. At least she hadn’t made a mess on the floor, just completely soaked her dress. “Take those off, I will get you something to change into” said Claire chuckling to herself. “Go and get that dress I bought, now I have an excuse to wear it” joked Karen as she peeled off her soaked knickers. Claire disappeared and came back a few moments later with Karen’s new dress. She went and brought her some clean knickers and left. Karen stripped off her dress and threw it and her knickers on the floor of the shower and quickly turned on the water to wash off her legs and gave her clothes a rinse through. Once she had she hung them up and then dried herself off before putting on the clean knickers and her new dress. When she went downstairs Mark commented on the fact she had changed and with a blush she told him what had just happened. He just laughed and said “ah well, it happens”. “Aye it does” said Pete and Karen jumped not realising he was behind them. She hadn’t meant for him to hear too. “It happens to us all….doesn’t it babe” he said winking at Claire. “Shut up you” replied Claire suddenly blushing. “Am I missing something” said Karen intrigued. “Oh so I take it she hasn’t told you that when you guys went out last month on that leaving party for erm whatshername at the office that when she got home she didn’t even make it through the front door before she started wetting herself, at least you made it upstairs”. He continued smirking at Claire. She laughed and threw the tea towel at him “I was drunk and I was absolutely dying for a pee, I thought I was going to pee in the taxi, I was surprised I managed to make it the door”. “Yeah well it was certainly a shock for me when you came in and did that” laughed Pete “so don’t worry Karen, you aren’t the only one. The guilt and embarrassment Karen had felt lifted and instead she just laughed as she watched Claire chasing Pete around the kitchen playfully hitting him for revealing her story. She would have to press her for details about that, always good to have a good embarrassing story to use as leverage. --------------------------------------------------------------------- I might do the story of Claire's night out accident if you guys are interested in that, let me know ?
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  40. Hey. Hello. It’s been awhile, though of course I’m sure like many of you life happens and then you catch up and sometimes inspiration hits. This is one of those moments. It’s also practice, because I’m doing all sorts of writing these days, and extra opportunities to flex those skills is always good use of time. Tonight, I’m going to regale you with a tale of my partner C. We’ve been dating for a bit over a year now, and as luck would have it, C’s a kinky person herself. In fact, since asking her to participate in my kink, she’s found she really enjoys it herself. This story is about the time she first wet herself in public for me. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did, and I hope I’ve able to evoke just a little of my memory for you. To begin with, let’s start with some basics. C is gorgeous. I’ll ask to see if there’s a picture to offer, but because we’re on a fetish site and I want to give you some an idea, picture this: Bold features like strokes on a canvas line her face. She’s got that kind of androgyny that displays the best of both worlds. Curly brown hair, down in waves, wild and soft, with a buzz along the side, framing a face of intensity and curiosity and vivacity. I know we’re all here for the physical, but I want you to understand that it’s not just the body that’s beautiful. It’s her mind, quick as a whip and with you every step of the way. It’s her wit, sharp and humorous. It’s her soul, full of fire and sunlight – the kind that warms your face on cold winter nights. She’s as tall as me, and I have a pretty good view at concerts. A little underweight (As she says), though she’s been doing pretty good about it, and has a butt that embodies the ancient Greek’s “callipygian”. And legs. Legs for days. Of course, I’m biased. I doubt you’ll care. Tonight, those legs were clad in tights, with a slim black dress that showed everything and nothing. We’d started with a night on the town, walking, talking. C and I have a really good rapport. We’d talk about anything and everything – philosophy to work, art to problems and so on. Which, honestly, is important. Sex is great. Chemistry is nice. But I need that intellectual connection. Of course, it doesn’t hurt when she suddenly turns against me in the club, pressing her ass against me, moving oh… so… slowly down. Her hair smells like her, the way only she could. It’s intoxicating, and I feel my heart – and other things – pulse in response. It’s interesting, getting past 30. Life simultaneously speeds up and slows down. You start out with a pretty acrimonious relationship with those hormones. The goal is all you see. Then you make enough bad decisions, or maybe get lucky. That raging cocktail slows down, your brain checks in fully. You know the sex is there, like the delicious moment in the story when things click into place. But you realize that it means more, getting there. So we stayed out, and built a narrative of heat in fingers across skin, a hand on the hips. She’d kiss me, and I’d run a hand through her hair, fingers grasping glacially at the base of her neck – her purr, in response. The kicker, of course… Is that she hadn’t peed all night. I know, gauche of me to drop that on you in the middle, but I figure a little surprise never hurt anyone, and some of my audience may want to cut to the chase. At the start, over cocktails and thai food, I’d asked if she’d hold it for me until she couldn’t. She gave me a little smile, a little nod, and away we went. So I got to watch, moment to moment, place to place, as she got more and more desperate. As her leg bounced while we waited for drinks at the bar. The way she groaned when I put my hand over her stomach on the dance floor. As she stuck her butt out slightly before we slid into the seat. It was intoxicating, imagining her filling up, more and more. Things came to a head toward the end of the night. We were at a club, enjoying the music, though she was getting increasingly desperate, more and more distracted. She whispered how bad she had to go, how she could barely hold it. All around us in the dark and the lights and the sound waves were people, gyrating, drinking. Carousing, in the time-honored tradition we so love. We nursed our water, waiting for the sweat to cool us a little between rounds of dancing. And she smiled – an idea in her head, though its resolution played out far less contained and far more amazing than I could’ve imagined. She sidled up next to me in the booth, and held my hand for a moment. After some deliberation, she purred into my ear: “Why don’t I let a little go here, then we get out of here, and finish around the corner?” I, of course, agreed, and put my hand around her shoulder, the picture of intimacy. Then a little lower. Then a little under, as she lifted herself off for a second. And I felt the heat of her vulva, barely contained through her tights. It felt like the temperature shot through like electricity into me. It was a new experience for her, so it took some time. Each moment felt like time had stopped, the music beating in the background. Her thighs tensed, and relaxed. She breathed in, slow, steady. And then, her breath caught, eyes closed. And I felt it. A moment’s warmth. Then wetness. She groaned. And then more, a spurt, like a firehose, pee soaking those black tights, outlining the feeling of her vulva. She tensed, holding back with all her might. But then she spurted again. In a quiet panic, she whispered, “I can’t stop!” It took only a few seconds to figure out the solution. Neither of us wanted to be caught. And neither of us wanted to make anyone’s day difficult. But a concrete dance floor, with stale beer and sugary drinks already decorating the floor? No one would know the difference. “Follow me, it’s dark on the dance floor, and no one will notice.” She held on, barely, not really, but still through a herculean effort, as we slid from the table. In the dim light, I could see a sparkle drip against her legs. Fortunately, I was the only one. Once we hit the throng through, it was all over. I heard her gasp, barely, over the music, and she suddenly grabbed by hand, pulling me deep into the mob. Then we were there, in the press, surrounded. By ourselves. She drew me against her, led my hand down to her, where a flood was already breaking loose. Pee flooded down her tightly wound legs. Every few seconds, a light would flash on her as droplets fell off those legs. I felt as she released herself against me, soaking those black tights, wetting those black boots. A waterfall through my hands. Eventually, it slowed, but didn’t stop for half again another minute, a slow trickle snaking through my fingers and down her tights. Still, she sighed against me as if she’d had a massage. As if she’d came. It was amazing, erotic, intimate. And as she finished, she took me fingers, and licked them, tasting herself. What came after was a blur of naked bodies and guttural sounds, which I could, but will not divulge here. I’m sure your imagination can fill in the blanks. Thank you, for taking the time to go on this journey with me, and I hope to share more stories (and maybe media) with you soon.
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  41. "I have a pee belly!" is the most adorable thing I've ever heard.
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  42. So I've been trying to kill this fucking thing for like an hour. Whenever it gets close, I swing at it, but god damn is it lively. You guys have any advice on how to fix this?
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  43. Coincidentally another Knight omo
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  44. I've been getting more comfortable with the BDSM side of myself, and with that, a fairly new little fantasy - which I don't know how it'd go - has been rattling around my brain lol. I'm fairly short. (Following consent - I absolutely wouldn't want this to happen in a real life scenario) I'd like to be with someone really tall and fairly muscular that, through belittling, threats, making it clear to me that I had no escape, and demonstrating to me that I had zero chance of overpowering them, either forced me to wet myself, or even better, scared me into it. I'd like to be crying my eyes out, resisting them, trying my best to escape their clutches and run to safety, maybe even trying to fight back, but eventually have to submit to them and be a wet, useless weakling.
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    I've got one last little comic to share before the year is over, in this story a girl named Carla puts off her need to relieve herself because she feels bad for the dog she had to keep in the crate while she was out. But this dog is unpredictable and putting off her bladder's needs turns into a grave mistake. This one is another short tale I stretched into 12 pages. You get the usual high resolution version and smaller copy, and while I may upload a censored version later if requested in order to beef it up I through in a lot of naked peeing views so there's a fair bit of NUDITY. Well I hope you enjoy this as much as the other comics from 2017 and look forward to more desperation and accident adventures next year! The story's original text can be found on Old Posts from the Toilet Page #2596
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  46. That's not really how exposure works. The idea is that if people get their hands on some free videos that they like, they will go to your site to purchase future videos that are not yet available on content sharing sites. They probably won't buy a video that they already got for free, but you might get a long-term customer out of it. In my own personal experience, I have become a lifelong customer of several websites who's content I used to pirate, as once I became hooked on their content I became unwilling to wait for the content to appear on sharing sites (and sometimes it didn't appear at all). There are two caveats to this rule, the first of which is obviously that you must make high-quality content that people are willing to purchase for the price you are asking. Most pirates would rather go without something entirely than pay for it if it's not worth the cost, and the only reason they pirate said content in the first place is simply because they can. In other words, if your content is worth what you're charging then people will buy it, but if your content is worthless they will go somewhere else that offers it for free. Also keep in mind that you are not only competing with pirates, but also with amateur content creators who often produce superb content with their webcams and upload it for free, motivated not by profit but simply by their passion for the fetish. It's hard to get a model truly desperate to the point of involuntarily losing control because they will still get paid if they only become moderately desperate and let go on purpose; meanwhile, an amateur who wants to get that desperate simply for its own sake will be far more motivated to actually do so. The second caveat is that your content must be easily accessible for paying customers, because if it's more of a hassle to buy it than it is to simply pirate it, they will go for the easier option. When EA began putting intrusive DRM into their games that interfered with peoples ability to enjoy them (Spore, SimCity 2013, etc), those games went on to become some of the most pirated of all time. This was mainly because you could have more fun with a cracked version of the game with the DRM removed than you could with a legally purchased copy. Valve had the opposite approach, making their DRM as unintrusive as possible and designing the Steam client to make it super easy for customers to build a digital game library, as well as offering incentives for paying customers and frequent markdowns on popular titles. Now Valve is one of the richest privately-owned companies in America, raking in hundreds of millions of dollars from their user base of millions of loyal customers.
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  47. It would also help if the list of files didn't close itself every time after I click to download one. I solved this by clicking the download button with the scroll wheel.
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