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  1. Heyya!! It occurred to me recently that I haven't done a proper wetting in ages...so I changed that today! Hope you all enjoy!! If you're just here for the pee action and don't care about the buildup, jump to paragraph 6! When I got home from work today, I discovered I needed to run to the store for groceries, but really wasn't in the mood for it. I was, however, in the mood for some pee fun so I came up with a compromise: I'd suck it up and go to the store, but with a challenge. I would chug at least two bottles of water before going in and I wasn't allowing myself to use the store restrooms. Suddenly feeling less down about grocery shopping, I changed out of my work clothes and into some tight jeans, a cute white top, and my designated "pee shoes". Not yet sure whether I'd end up wetting or make it back from the store without a drop in my panties, I moved the towel from my car trunk (is it bad that I keep one there for these occasions? ) to my passenger seat as a precaution. Then I grabbed a couple water bottles and set off, intentionally neglecting to visit the toilet beforehand. At about 6:15, I pulled into the store parking lot, cracked open a bottle, and downed it quickly. I was pretty thirsty, so the first went down pretty easily, but I struggled with the second, barely managing to choke down half of it. Nearly feeling nauseous from the sudden bombardment of fluids, I opted to cut my stomach some slack instead of sticking to my original plan. A bottle and a half would have to do. Excited, I climbed out of my car, water slashing around my innards. For the first 30 or so minutes, it didn't feel like a challenge at all. I intentionally stalled a little simply because I was worried I'd finish shopping before having any fun. Not long after, my fears were laid to rest. It was probably about 6:50 when the first inklings of urge were making themselves known. I pushed them to the back of my mind and carried on with my task, humming softly to myself like nothing was unusual. Another 10 minutes and I was at the point where I'd normally excuse myself to the ladies' room for the sake of comfort, but I wasn't aiming to be comfortable today . Seemingly only another five minutes passed and I was shocked at how mercilessly my kidneys were shoveling fluid at my bladder. Beginning to recognize the mistake I'd made in stalling, I picked up the pace, now hoping I'd be able to get out in time! Minutes ticked by and I began to notice myself fidgeting a little. The excitement was building. I felt little bursts of adrenaline, pumped by the speeding thud thud thud of my heart, and I imagined them coinciding with spurts of urine into my quickly-filling bladder. A sense of naughtiness filled me as I looked around at the other shoppers, blissfully unaware of how intensely sensual every pulsating second was. This pushed me even harder. Desperation was on the horizon and I was going to meet it. I stepped into the fruit isle and, after glancing around to ensure nobody could see, danced a little in place, trying to relieve the pressure. It didn't help. Quickly, I loaded my cart, hardly taking the time to consider if I were actually out of what I was buying. Finally, I was finished. I glanced at my watch. 7:20. By then, I hadn't merely met desperation. It consumed me. I raced to the self-check out as quickly as my fluid-overloaded state permitted without leaking all over the floor. My heart dropped when I arrived and saw a small line. By now, I couldn't even conceal my state. I'm sure I either looked like I was going to have a massive anxiety attack and crumple onto the floor in fetal position, or someone more perceptive might accurately guess that I was about to catastrophically explode the contents of my bladder everywhere. When it seemed nobody was looking I discreetly (probably not nearly as discreetly as I hoped) pushed my hand into my crotch, bouncing up and down all the while. Honestly, I probably looked like one of the characters from The Sims when they're desperate! ...Beep. Beep. Beep. Please check your basket and scan additional items now. I wanted to scream! After an eternity--Really only 30 or so seconds. Trust me. I was watching my watch as though it could make a difference--it was my turn. Every tick...tick...tick... of the second hand was drip...drip...drip... into my bladder. I scanned my items furiously, eying the nearby ladies room jealously, wondering if I should just give it up. No. I turned my gaze back to the items I was practically violently throwing into my cart. Beep. Beep. Beep. Please check your bask-- I hit the button before it could finish and ran my card through before it fully processed. Suddenly, I thought I felt a dampness between my legs. Mortified, my heart seized as I looked down and patted myself down there. Nope. Nothing. My mind was playing tricks on me. COME ON. I muttered exasperatedly under my breath, afraid the next time would be real... ...FINALLY. I didn't even remember to grab my receipt. I gripped my cart, fingers turning white, and hobbled as quickly as I could for the exit. The automatic doors could hardly open quickly enough as I barrelled through, my bladder threatening to give out any second. If I can just get to my car. I'm right. there. behind. that. truck... As I staggered to my car, I didn't even have time to make sure I was out of sight. Crying--even now I'm not sure why, whether agony, relief, embarrassment, pleasure, or some divine amalgamation of the four--I threw myself against the driver side door as a flood of warmth gushed between my legs. This time it was real. As I buried my face in my arms and the thick, brunette swaths of my hair, the searing hiss of urine jetting into my instantly-soaked panties tickled my ears. The tantalizing rush teased my lady bits and swiftly overtook my butt. I trembled, resigning myself to the inexorable torrent below. The confines of my panties were no match for the cascades that soon crawled down quivering thighs, carving intricate rivers toward the ocean of pavement. I let out an involuntary moan and shivered, quite separately from the shaking. My knees seemed to give out and I dropped into a squat, still afraid to open my eyes or lift my gaze from the haven of my arms and hair. I silently prayed nobody could see me--or if they could, that they wouldn't dare approach. Meanwhile, the stream of urine now pooling in the butt of my jeans and leaking onto the pavement below with a gentle patter showed little sign of relenting. Adrenaline coursed through me and the sheer beating of my heart seemed to force the pee out. Wiping the tears that soaked my face as thoroughly as the pee soaked my crotch, I opened my eyes to the blurry world, begging for nobody to be witnessing this. Miraculously, nobody was. I had heard the occasional car drive by, but nobody seemed to notice the woman peeing herself between her car and a large truck in the middle of the parking lot. I gave thanks and fell to a sitting position, my bladder stores finally approaching depletion. Sniffling, I looked around and found myself sitting in the midst of a massive puddle, soaked from my crotch to my socks. Still quivering, I smiled weakly to myself, realizing how badly I missed this. Everything finally came to a spurting end...sort of. I was hydrated enough that it seemed to replenish before I could truly finish. Finally I called it good enough and climbed to my knees, the puddle beneath me tinkling gently as I rose. My jeans clung to me jealously, emphasizing nearly every detail of my legs. Then I looked up and realized I'd fully soaked myself without even loading my groceries up... I sat in silence for a brief moment, cursing myself and pondering how to load my car and replace the cart without arousing suspicion with my completely saturated groin, butt, and...well...everything waist-down. With no better option, I wrapped my towel around my waist, no doubt looking completely mental, loaded my car, prayed I wouldn't run into anyone I know, and returned the cart to a nearby rack. Trying to shield my tear-streaked face, I didn't look around at anyone, but I could feel the strange looks as "this crazy lady was walking through the parking lot with a towel around her waist". I returned to my car, emptied my bladder again, a several-second stream rewarming the now-cold crotch of my panties and teasing my ladies bits even more, and climbed into my car, the towel still strategically wrapped around my lower half. By the time I returned to my apartment, I had to pee again. Not nearly as badly of course, but it was definitely there. Sneakily, I pulled in behind the dumpster, where nobody could peek out of a window at me. Quickly, I removed the towel, jumped out, and wet myself yet again. Then I replaced the towel, drove to my usual parking spot, and made a mad dash to my door so I could change before someone could inquire about my ridiculous circumstances. It was tough to restrain myself from tending to things "down there" before bringing my groceries in, but I managed to refrain long enough to get everything in and start up a hot (in more ways than one ) shower.
    5 points
  2. Imagine being scared of a Caterpie.
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  3. Misty and Caterpie

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Misty's so scared by Caterpie that she has to do laundry. See? Not everything I draw is Scarlett. If you want to see Misty doing this in the nude, consider throwing some money at my Patreon.
    4 points
  4. New to me

    Just found this searching around, hope it's not a repost. Enjoy ac9eb1af87a7.360.mp4
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  5. Classic Manga Pee

    The classic amateur manga that I'm sure plenty ran into when they first were looking for omorashi online. Since I see a decent amount of times that it's been requested and for easier lookup, I've posted it here.
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  6. Ill have to try and catch my GF on camera in her pullups and diapers, shes in her 40s but she prefers goodnites and abdl diapers to the tena products. Have a few pics after I changed her.
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  7. Amy’s foot tapped nervously against the sterile linoleum floors of the doctor’s office. Her appointment was supposed to be an hour ago but the waiting room has been packed and it felt as if the nurses were calling every name but hers. The air conditioning easily penetrated her white button down and goosebumps were clearly visible on her legs since her tight, light gray, work skirt left them mostly exposed. Her eyes kept darting hesitantly over towards the bathroom door. Every time they did she couldn’t help but think of all the liquids she’d consumed that day. A few cups of coffee and then several bottles of water to combat the dehydration coffee inevitably brought about. She had left work without using the bathroom because she had assumed this visit would be quick. She was paying the price for that rationale now. She dreaded to get up and relieve herself for fear that her name would be called while she was gone and she’d lose her place in line. Right as her need escalated enough to make her squirm in her seat, her name was finally called. She stood up quickly and instantly regretted it when the motion momentarily put more pressure on her bladder, but even still she did her best to not give away her urgent need. The nurse led her to an empty room before turning to her and passing her one of those hospital gowns with the open back. “Please remove your clothes and bra then put this on. Afterwards feel free to take a seat and the doctor should be with you shortly,”. Amy waited until the door had closed firmly behind the nurse and then took several moments to steel herself. She knew her aching bladder would not appreciate the strain that undressing would cause her and so she tried to strengthen her resolve before beginning the process. She removed her button down first, knowing the garments on her body would be the least painful to remove. Her plain white bra followed shortly afterwards. Now she was filled with apprehension. She kicked off her heels with relative ease but the tightness of her skirt would require her to shimmy out of it. She took a deep breath before unzipping the skirt and beginning to tug it off, thus having to bend progressively lower as her skirt work its way down her legs. She couldn’t help but moan as her skirt finally made its way to her ankles, a decent sized squirt hitting her pink panties. She quickly stood up, slightly panicked, and grabbed her crotch to prevent another leak. Only once she was positive she had regained control did she remove her hands, step out of her skirt, and don the hospital gown. The paper on the examination table crinkled as she sat on it. She continued to squirm the slightest bit as she waited eagerly for the doctor’s arrival. After several more minutes had passed she had begun to squirm more frantically and crossed her legs. She quickly ceased such activities when the doctor finally entered several more minutes afterwards. To her dismay, the doctor was an attractive fellow and had to have been right around her age. While she would typically enjoy having such eye candy around, especially one that would be examining her near naked body, she dreaded the thought of humiliating herself in front of such a gorgeous man. She understood nothing as he attempted to explain what he was going to do as part of her physical because her concentration was solely on her aching bladder and making sure she didn’t release it all over the table. Suddenly she felt the cold of his stethoscope sliding around her back. She did her best to breathe as instructed but she couldn’t hide the tension in her body from the doctor’s keen gaze. “I know doctor’s visits can be scary but I promise I won’t bite. Lighten up!” the doctor said as he attempted to console her. She tried to do as he asked but the minute she relaxed a bit she felt a hot jet of urine force its way into her panties. Her face flames red although it seemed the momentarily spurt had not managed to make its way through the barrier of her underwear. She sighed in relief when the doctor removed the stethoscope only to be filled with dread once more when she realized he was to test her reflexes. Part of her attempts to hold had involved keeping her thighs tightly pressed together but the reflex test would require her to separate them. She tried to subtely take deep breaths to prepare herself but even that wasn’t enough. While she did manage to spread her legs, the first tap and subsequent reaction was enough to cause another spurt to leak out of her quickly tiring bladder. This time it passed through her panties, the jet crinkling the paper when it landed. The doctor seemed to take no notice until it happened again after he tapped her second leg. Even then he only gave her a peculiar look before shrugging it off and beginning his examination. At this point poor Amy was shaking, her urethra quivering as its hold threatened to break. She was entirely unaware now of the doctor’s ministrations. She could feel when his hands would poke or prod her but her attention was entirely on her poor, overextended bladder. A slight hissing could be heard for a moment and the paper crinkling once again when another leak forced its way out of her. Once again the doctor shot a peculiar look Amy’s way. “Alright Amy I will be right back,” he told her, shooting one last glance her way before exiting the room. Almost as soon as he was gone Amy’s poor bladder finally gave out. She could do nothing but cover her face and try not to cry as an audible hissing noise filled the room, a telltale crinkling as her stream hit the table, and then the splattering noise as her urine dripped from off the table onto the floor below. The doctor returned to find her there in that same position, piss cascading out of her and onto the floor. Eventually her flow subsided and the only sound in the room was the slow drips going from the table to the floor. There was a pause, the air heavy with tension. Eventually the doctor awkwardly cleared his throat, causing a chagrined Amy to lift her head and look at him shame faced. “So you’re erm. All good physically,” the doctor told her. Amy nodded her head and stood up, cringing at the feeling of her wet panties and also at the wet spot that had formed on the front of the hospital gown. The doctor turned to walk away, opened the door, only to pause there for a moment and turn back to her. “You may want to come back another time and get your bladder checked out though,” the doctor finally blurted out before swiftly leaving the room. As Amy stewed in her misery inside the room, the doctor made his way down the hallway clearly flustered. Eventually a nurse, spotting his expression, stopped him, a slow smile growing on her face. “Another one pissed themselves didn’t they?” the nurse asked, suppressing a laugh. The doctor nodded “Fourth fucking one this week,” he lamented. The nurse burst out laughing, patting the doctor on the back in a vaguely comforting gesture before she continued down the hall, her laughter not ceasing for a moment. The doctor shook his head and heaved a sigh before walking off to deal with his next patient.
    3 points
  8. Posted this to Tumblr a few weeks ago, figured it'd fit here too. All the characters are 18+ and anthro. --- "Mmm..." A single claw grazed across Celestia's midsection, rousing her from her sleep. Cobwebs and grogginess slowed her consciousness but the gears in her head began to turn. She turned over onto her back, the silky blanket tickling her skin. The room was covered in darkness, shadows cast from the moonlight shining through the bedroom window at the other side of the room. Soon enough, she would have to start her day and raise the sun. "Morning, Celly." Though, she still had some time. She glanced over, Discord laying on the other side of the bed. With a sly grin, her dragged the claw gently across her ribs, running back down to her thigh. She stifled a giggle, pressing her knees together. "Don't do that." "Why not?" His claw moved up her pelvis, stopping perfectly on top of her bladder. "It couldn't be because of this little thing, could it?" He pressed down on it gently, sending a dose of desperation through her. Her bladder was firm, pushing outwards an inch or two. She hadn't peed in two days. Somehow, Discord had managed to talk her into it, the mad man! "Of course not." She separated her knees, trying not to let the sheets move too much. "Would you like to be tickled the first thing when you wake up?" "Depends on the one doing it." He snickered. Celestia rolled her eyes, shuffling to sit up in her bed. Her nightgown pulled down as she moved up, the straps on her back becoming tight and the fabric around her bladder and breasts becoming tighter. She felt a rather strong urge, but she tried her best not to show it, only allowing herself a moment or two of squirming before she corrected the issue. "So," He sat up with her, wearing a white tank top of red boxers with white stripes. "How much longer do you think you can last?" Discord questioned. "Don't get me wrong- as much as I'd love to see that little bulge of yours get larger... Won't it interfere with things? Royal mumbo-jumbo and whatnot?" "It won't." Celestia stated. "Besides, it'd be more fun for the both of us if it did, wouldn't it? Who cares?" "You do have a point..." He grinned. "Is that a hint of rebelliousness I sense in little Mrs. Goodie Two-shoes?" "I'm getting it from you." She leaned over, planting a quick kiss on his cheek before she stood up. Her thighs pressed together almost immediately as the liquid in her bladder sloshed and squished around, instantly regretting her decision to stand up so fast. Discord chuckled at the sight. "Seems like that bladder isn't as strong as you let on. Maybe you won't be able to last as long as I tell you to." Her head shot back towards him, staring a hole through him. "It was a moment of weakness, nothing more!" Discord grinned. "Well, I suppose I should be getting back to Flutters' now." He stood up, grabbing his pair of jeans at the foot of the bed and pulling them on. "Same time tonight?" Celestia turned around. "You know it." Discord nodded. "Oh- almost forgot," He turned back to her, snapping his fingers. A full pot of tea sat on the carpet in front of Celestia's bare feet, with a small tea cup beside it, summoned by his draconequus magic. "Don't worry about cleaning it up, it'll disappear once you've finished it." He turned back around. "See you tonight, C!" In the blink of an eye. Discord had disappeared. Celestia bent down, picking the pot by the handle, swishing it around. It was full, right to the brim. At least I don't have to brew my own this morning... She rolled her eyes, grabbing the cup and pouring into it. Celestia walked over to the darkened part of the room, feeling around for her closet. After a few moments, her blind hands managed to find the familiar wooden doorknob. She sat the pot down, opening her closet. Per usual, she had already prepared her outfit the night beforehand. She pulled out a white dress and a small brown belt with a golden belt buckle. Lulu's probably tired by now, I probably shouldn't waste time. She tipped her head back and chugged the rest of the tea in her cup, setting it to the side. Celestia quickly pulled the the dress over her head, slipping her arms through the open straps, showing off her shoulders and collar. The dress went down a inch or two below her knees. As adventurous as she had become with Discord, she still didn't want to run the risk of a subject seeing her in such a state. Next, she grabbed hold of the belt, pulling it around her back and tightening it over her bladder. She winced slightly, her thighs pressing together for moment before she regained control. Mm, he is going to love this! She turned around, bending down to grab her socks and shoes. The buckle pressed into her bladder hard, giving her a jolt of pleasure and desperation. All that tea and water is sloshing around... But it won't be coming out. Not for a while. She bit her lip, the thought exciting her so much! I'll be good for Discord. I can wait until he let's me go. She slipped on a pair of socks and some small heels. Nothing major- perhaps a half inch or so. She closed her closet, feeling around the top of it. Eventually, she got her hands on to a small, handheld mirror. She checked face and hair, still as perfect as the day before. Just need to get through to tonight. My bladder can handle it. Celestia grabbed the pot and the cup before she headed towards the door, ready to start her day.
    2 points
  9. Hi I'm new here. Excited!! So is anyone else into bursting while wearing a diaper?
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  10. A new film called Peppermint has a wetting scene. It's only just been released in cinemas. Someone threatens a woman called Peg that shes going to burn her house down. Which causes her to wet herself with fear.
    2 points
  11. Nora silently crouched in the hallways of the East Boston Prep School. Kessler, the woman in charge of Bunker Hill, had sent her here to eliminate the raiders who had made the building their headquarters. Nora preferred to operate by stealth, methodically picking off raiders in ones and twos before they knew what hit them. This method had been working out quite successfully for her, except for one little problem. You see, being stealthy required Nora to be very cautious, moving slowly and taking her time so she wouldn’t slip up and be detected. And as a result, she tended to take a long time completing her missions. Normally, this wouldn’t be much of a problem for her. The wasteland didn’t exactly keep strict deadlines and tight schedules, since life as we know it had already been blown to nothingness in a nuclear holocaust. But earlier during her mission, Nora had been caught unsuspecting by a raider armed with a rocket launcher. While she had managed to take him out before getting blown to bits, she had taken a hefty amount of splash damage from a few poorly placed rockets (Chems and aiming heavy weaponry don’t exactly go well together). In order to restore her lost health, Nora had chugged a neon blue Nuka-Cola Quantum before slipping off into the shadows again. She had no idea what chemicals the Nuka-Cola Corporation crammed inside the neon blue beverage, but they seemed to have healing powers rivaling that of a Stimpack. Unfortunately for her however, one of those chemicals contained in the irradiated beverage also seemed to have a very strong diuretic effect on her. So now, a couple hours into the mission, the Quantum had passed straight through her body into her bladder, and Nora could feel that she was nearing her breaking point. All her crouching didn’t help the situation either, but there was no other way for her to remain silent while picking off raiders. And, though she desperately wanted to, there was no way she could just let loose right there without the sound giving her away. Plus, even though raiders were of little challenge for her, getting caught with her pants down(literally) could get her captured, or worse, killed. Distracted by her predicament, she almost didn’t notice the raider rounding the corner of the hallway she was in. Fortunately for her, he was probably high on Jet and didn’t even notice as her silhouetted figure pulled out a silenced pistol and landed a perfect headshot. Thankfully her full bladder hadn’t dulled the instincts that got her this far in the Wasteland. However, the rush from the incident did cause her to leak a little into her tight blue Vault 111 jumpsuit. Nora knew this meant she didn’t have much time left before she completely lost control. She was no stranger to holding her pee in for long periods of time, however. She was a lawyer in her pre-war life, and had endured many a long, dull court case without a break to use the restroom. But her iron will (and bladder) meant that she’d never had an accident in the courtroom. Not that there weren’t a few close calls. There were quite a few cases after which she immediately rushed off to the bathroom to violently relieve the tension in her bladder. And she had never confessed it to anyone, not even her husband, Nate, but she felt sort of turned on whenever she would desperately relieve herself like that. One night, she even brought herself to orgasm in the stall after a case where she was particularly desperate. But now here she was, almost 200 years later, on the verge of her first real accident. But she knew there were only a couple raiders left and then the raider boss. Nora strengthened her resolve and crept on, ignoring the spasms in her bladder with each careful step. As she approached the “throne room” of the raider boss, she noticed a small group of raiders just around the corner: the boss’ guards. The guards were too many to take out without someone noticing, but they were bunched up tightly. At this point, Nora had started to leak even more, but she knew what she had to do. So she crept up to one of them in the shadows, slipping a live grenade into his pocket, then crept away. What happened next was almost too fast for Nora to process. Bang! The explosion took out all the guards, just as she planned, but the force from the explosion caused another massive leak into her vault suit, now with an obvious dark patch around her crotch (not that anyone really cared at the present moment). Just as the raider boss came rushing out at the noise, she pulled out her strongest weapon, a plasma pistol she had modified herself. An intense but quick firefight ensued, and the next thing Nora knew, the raider boss laid dead on the floor next to his cronies. But the fight had been too much for Nora’s overextended bladder, and in the same instant she realized she had won, she realized she was pissing herself full force into her jumpsuit. She initially tried to regain control, grabbing at her soaked crotch, but soon saw that it was hopeless. Interrupting her embarrassment, a notification popped up on her pip-boy, indicating that the area had been cleared of hostiles. Now alone, Nora slumped down onto the floor, exhausted from fighting both the raiders and her bladder for so long. She continued to soak herself on the ground for what seemed like an eternity, immensely enjoying the feeling of completely soaking her blue vault suit. After finally letting the last drops out, she recalled that one night in the stall in the courthouse and began to rub herself through her jumpsuit to the best orgasm she’s had in, well, nearly 200 years. --- After recovering from her climax, Nora pulled another bright blue bottle of Quantum out of her pack. She sipped it slowly, recovering health lost in the battle, but more importantly, thinking she could have a little more fun by the time she got back to her home in Sanctuary Hills. I've lurked on here for a long time, but finally got myself to write a story of my own for the first time! If you liked this one I was thinking of doing fanfics on other games I know as well, maybe New Vegas or Dota. I'd love to hear any feedback you guys have in the comments below. Thanks! (Also, how do I add tags lol)
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  12. Amanda and Callum's long were finishing a long, leisurely lunch at a table on the rooftop terrace of a restaurant in one of the medieval hilltop villages that are so characteristic of Tuscany. Callum was studying architecture at university and they had spent the morning exploring the ancient fortifications, the grand houses of the powerful families that had once ruled in this part of Italy, the quaint back streets and alleyways and the church, plain and severe on the outside, sumptuously decorated inside. Amanda had used the restaurant lavatory as soon as they arrived and now, having split the cost of the meal between them, Callum disappeared downstairs for the same purpose whilst Amanda stayed at the table to settle the bill. That done, she descended the narrow staircase to where Callum was waiting in the hot sunshine by the restaurant door. Should she go to the loo a second time, she wondered? She had certainly drunk a lot of water during the meal, as well as a glass of chilled white wine, and she could already feel the pressure building inside her. No need, she decided. It was a ten minute walk back to the car and then just half an hour to get back to the family's Tuscan villa. She could easily wait that long. As they strolled back to the car park, hand in hand, Callum reflected on his luck that this beautiful creature, her honey-blonde hair tied in a ponytail and her blue summer dress with its belted waist and wide skirt swaying seductively as she walked, was actually his girlfriend. By the time the reached the battered old Fiat hatchback that served as the family's holiday runabout, Amanda was regretting her decision not to the loo again before she left the restaurant. Plan B would be to stand between the parked cars and wet her knickers as she, her sisters and her mother often did - there was a stack of towels in the boot for protecting the car seats on just such occasions - but unfortunately the car park was too busy for that. People were walking by all the time and already another car was hovering, waiting to take their place as soon as they moved off. Callum opened the passenger door for her and she sat down, sweeping her dress beneath her. She would just have to wait. "I was talking to the restaurant owner about the architecture of the village and he said that I really ought to see a ruined monastery near here" Callum reported. "Would you mind if we take a quick look whilst we are passing?" Amanda felt it would be churlish to say no - after all, Callum had spent all day yesterday patiently accompanying her around a 'fashion village' - a collection of factory outlets selling discounted end-of-lines from Italy's top design houses. She had had a delightful time combing through shoes, handbags, dresses, jeans and scarves in Valentino, Chloé, Tom Ford, Roberto Cavalli, Ermanno Scervino, Etro and many, many more. Callum, for his part, had taken one look at the price tag on an ordinary-looking man's shirt, discounted from 400 euros to a mere 95 euros, and decided that this was not a place for a boy on a student budget and no generous allowance from a rich father. "Of course we can, darling" Amanda replied. Her bladder gave a rebellious twinge of protest. The monastery turned out to be a good ten miles off their route home, up a narrow road that twisted and zig-zagged over the hills, where puffy white clouds were towering up in the mid-day heat and humidity. Amanda debated asking Callum to stop so that she could pee but there never seemed to be a place where he could pull off the road safely and she could be out of sight of passing cars. When they finally arrived at the site, the car park was a good two hundred yards away from the entrance to the ruined monastery, down a tree-lined avenue with unfenced fields on either side. There were other tourists and visitors around and no cover anywhere for a girl to do a discreet pee. 'Please God, let there be a loo at this place!' Amanda prayed to herself. Callum looked at her, concerned. "Are you OK?" he asked. Amanda smiled brightly back at him. "Fine! I just need a wee, that's all". "Shall we turn back and head for the villa?" "No, let's take a look now we're here. Hopefully there will be a loo somewhere." Privately, she knew that it was too late for a change of plan now. By the time they reached the villa she would have soaked herself and the fabric of the car seat. A towel would cope with damp underwear but on its own it would would not protect the seat from a full flood. She wished that the car had the waterproof seat covers that her father had fitted to the family Range Rover for long journeys when they were children. She and her sisters each had a towel to sit on and would wet their knickers whenever they needed to - no tense searches for a garage with a toilet that would probably be disgusting. Her mother, too, would sometimes hitch up her skirt, place a towel under her and sit still with a faraway expression for a few moments. Spare knickers and fresh towels would be handed out at the next stop. To Amanda's considerable relief there was a sign behind the ticket counter pointing towards the visitor lavatories. They paid their entrance fee, pushed through the turnstile and entered the cool, medieval building. Callum stood admiring the tall pillars and arches of the nave, its roof now open to the sky, and Amanda hurried off to find the promised lavatory. Her relief was short-lived. It was locked, with a cardboard sign taped to the door saying that it was out of order. It took an effort of will for her to overrule her bladder, which was now threatening to empty itself there and then. Feeling that she could burst, Amanda hurried back to Callum. As she started to explain the situation, fat raindrops splattered on to the ground around them and the sun disappeared behind a dark, threatening cloud that suddenly loomed over the open monastery roof. Within seconds the raindrops had become a downpour of tropical intensity. Thunder rolled, gusts of wind surged round the ancient pillars and the temperature dropped sharply. The visitors in the nave made a dash for the only cover, the remains of an undercroft with vaulted arches resting on squat pillars to support the weight of the stone floor above. Eight or ten other people stood, singly, in pairs or in small groups, silently looking out at the torrential rain that hissed and splashed as it hit the ground. The imagery and the sudden coolness in the air did nothing to ease Amanda's desperation. A teenage girl dressed in tight-fitting denim shorts and a t-shirt twas standing next to Amanda. The girl turned to her mother and murmured in French "J'ai envie de pipi! Ça presse!" 'Oh well, at least I'm not the only one' Amanda thought. The girl's mother gave her an irritated frown. "Tu devras attendre" she replied dismissively. The girl shifted restlessly as she looked at the rain outside. It was beginning to ease but was still strong enough to soak to the skin. By now, Amanda's bladder was pulsing. She felt the first uncontrolled spurt of hot urine soak into the cotton fabric of her knickers and droplets start to track their way down her thighs. She tried to hold back the flood but the next surge was only a couple of seconds later and this time she could not make it stop. "I'm damned if I'm going to ruin these sandals!" she thought and she parted her legs. A stream of pee appeared beneath Amanda's dress, splashed noisily on to the ancient flagstones between her parted legs and ran in rivulets across the uneven surface to pool in depressions and crevices. Callum slipped his hand into hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Most of the other visitors stood in embarrassed silence, trying to pretend that nothing was happening as the splashing sound continued. The girl's mother, however, stared at Amanda and pursed her thin lips in silent contempt. When Amanda had finished wetting herself the teenage girl glanced shyly at her. Amanda gave her a conspiratorial wink and a nod. The girl gave an almost imperceptible shrug of the shoulders. A dark stain spread up her denim shorts from crotch level to mid-height whilst streams of pee cascaded from the leg openings, splashing on to the stone floor and flooding down her thighs and legs into her socks and trainers. "Léa!" exclaimed her mother in shocked tones "Tu t'es mouillé! C'est une inondation!" Still muttering angrily in French she walked across to the entrance and looked out across the open nave where the rain had almost stopped. Behind her mother's back, Amanda gave the girl a high five.
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  13. [Part 1 – the introduction – is here: [link] or, if you prefer, there is a much shorter summary here: [link]]. We strolled to the first cage. The six girls in it watched us warily, also watching their guards. No doubt they had been instructed how to behave, and the consequences for them of disobedience. This was the prime slave market in the civilised world. No merchant would put a slave into this auction unless she was obedient. There was a simple wooden bench at the back, but all were standing. Each was naked. Some accepted that, and stood proud and confident, but many found it shameful to be nude in public. Some tried to cover their privates or breasts with their hands. A slave’s brand on her wrist identified each woman to a board with the same mark against her name and a few words that described her. They were in fine condition, fit and healthy, with oiled skin and cut and combed hair. Even their pubic hair was shaved neatly. They were all slim, fit, healthy, pretty girls. This was the prime market for slaves in all the civilised world. Slave traders reserved their best stock for this exhibition. These beauties would be bought by rich patrons, to work in their households. Some would go into the patrons’ harems. Simon’s pride in his merchandise was justified. All the girls on display were beautiful. A eunuch ordered them to face the front as we strolled around the cage to inspect their rears. Luke nudged me and pointed to a large damp patch on the floorboards in the cage. We both knew what it meant. One of the girls had pissed on the floor. There were splash marks which showed where her feet had been. We guessed it was the petite brunette named Zena. She was covering her face with her hands and was the only one not fidgeting. And, yes, there were drops of pee sprinkled on the inside of her ankles still. The cages were purely for displaying the nubiles. They would have to spend the whole day in there, on display. Merchants’ slaves – older women – would keep an eye on them, and keep them fed and well-watered. But there were no facilities in there. When they had to go, each of the girls would have to pee on the floor, in public, throughout the day. Some might shit on the floor too, if they had to, but they knew they would be punished for that. It would be seen as a sign of weakness. For Luke and I, it was all part of the fun, spotting the desperate ones and then watching them relieve themselves in front of us. We knew that their owners would make sure they had plenty to drink before they were put on display and most of the girls would pee in their cages in the next couple of hours. Potential buyers expected the girls to piss publicly while they were on display. Slaves had no right to expect privacy. Sure enough, we soon heard the unmistakeable sound, from across the hall, of liquid squirting on a hard surface. We turned to look. Two cages away, sideways on to us, a slim, tanned, dark-haired woman in her late teens was pissing on the wooden floor, squatting, feet apart but thighs together, leaning forward with her arms resting on her knees.. She was squirting a vigorous stream forward into her own puddle. We walked over and watched her finish and stand up. Her face blushed red with embarrassment. She could not make eye contact with us, or anyone else. On top of all the previous humiliations of slavery, she had now urinated in public, naked and watched by strangers. My hot cock was throbbing, and it took all my self-control to keep my hands away from it. We looked over the other five in that cage. Often the sight and sound of a caged slave-girl peeing will push another over the edge. It was possible that one of the others might also have to piss. But it was not to be. The others glared at us as if to insist that their will power was stronger. Rosie – the name given to the girl who had pissed while we watched – stood with head bowed. Luke commented that we would probably see her make a second puddle that morning. That often happened with the early pissers. Once they had broken the seal, they would soon need to go again. The slavers would make sure they kept drinking plenty throughout the day. We agreed to split up and stroll around on our own. It was going to take us a little time to appraise 72 girls and we hoped to see most of them wetting the floor. To be continued?
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  14. May god bless Porn Hub for all it's very different videoclips. The first one is a pretty straight forward wetting at a school desk. Never seen that one in particular before. https://de.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b9634d8db6ea The second is a highly sensual videoclip of a beautiful girl that features peeing towards the end of the clip. I've never seen anything like this! https://de.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5710d5977f7ca Enjoy and be warned: Nudity
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  15. This is my first story so bear with me. A bit of backstory, we had these agenda things that the school provided for use to keep track of homework assignments and such. Another use for them was for hall passes, and some teachers followed that and others didn’t. Now to the story. It was the last class of the day (from roughly 2:15-3:00pm) and we had this online reading test to take. During that my good friend at the time (we will call her Sophie) was sitting a couple seats down from me. About 10 minutes into class she asked to use the bathroom and because she didn’t have her agenda she was not allowed to go. About 5 minutes later she begins squirming in her seat and putting her hands over her crotch every few minutes. At the end of class she told me “I’m about to pee my pants if this class doesn’t end soon” and once the bell rang she passed right by the bathroom to her locker. We would walk home together so I followed her to her locker. After that I asked her if she was going to use the bathroom and she said that she will wait until she gets home. We began walking home and about halfway there she stopped walking without me realizing. Once I realized that she had stopped walking I looked back to see her peeing her pants and because she was wearing dark jeans it wasn’t too noticeable but she left a huge puddle on the ground and her hands were covered with pee. To this day it is the only experience I’ve ever witnessed personally and Sophie and I no longer talk but it will always be the memory that made me fully indulge into Omo.
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  16. So I've been into omorashi for a few years now, but I've never really done a full hold and wet myself at the end of it. I love reading about other people's experiences with wetting, but normally I get put off by the first urges I get to go and use the loo, so although I've started holds before, I've never gone through to the end and actually ended up wetting myself! This will be my first story, and my first time actually being anything other than a silent lurked on this site, so I hope you enjoy my story as much as I enjoyed it happening. I happened to have some spare time today and realised I was quite desperate, so instead of using the loo as normal, I drank more water. I started with two full glasses of water- around 1.25 litres in total- and just messed around for a bit, lying on my stomach and watching YouTube, but comfortable that I could hold on for a lot longer. My bladder was tingling, but it was an enjoyable feeling so I simply lay still and appreciated it. After a while, the feeling became more intense (and I drank another 3 cups as I lay there) and I was forced to move around a little in order to hold on. All this time (about an hour) I was lying on my front, and so I began to notice a pulsating in my bladder as it pressed against the bed, and I took off my belt to give myself a bit more time to hold on. I was, however, in super skinny jeans and the waistline still pressed firmly against my bladder and increased my need. After a bit longer, I needed to use my hand to hold myself and I squirmed on the bed as I tried to hold on. I stopped my YouTube video, as I was longer able to concentrate properly on it, and instead I went to stand on the pile of towels I'd set up earlier to catch any leaks I might now have. My desperation increased a lot when I finally stood up, with gravity trying to take control of the situation, and I realised that I was probably going to wet myself within the next few minutes. The aches from my bladder became increasingly acute as I squirmed in place, using both hands to control myself and also bouncing up and down, unable to stand straight without leaking. I managed to hold on for a few more minutes before a wave of desperation washed over me and I spurted a little, making the crotch of my light blue jeans turn a nice dark blue. I leaked again after a minute or two, and it was harder to wrench back control this time, so as I bounced in place, I spontaneously decided to record it. I was a little late in this decision, but now that I had a purpose, I pushed back the idea of peeing as I set up my camera on the floor nearby. I wanted to check that the change in colour was visible on camera, but I came so close to wetting myself as I stepped forwards to set down the camera that I had to hope for the best and stand back in the safe zone, bent nearly double with a fresh sensation that finally overcome my self control and I began to pee, taking my hands away from my crotch in relief as the liquid flooded out of me and down my dry legs, spilling out from the bottom onto the towels. It was a lot more than I had expected and totally soaked the back of my trousers along with nearly all of the front. It was such an amazing feeling to have the warm urine rushing down my legs and out of my bladder, and I do wonder how I've never actually done it before- it was truly addictive. As I type this now, I'm sat on my pile of towels in my lovely wet jeans, relieving myself whenever I feel the slightest urge, and enjoying every moment of it. I hope to do it again soon! In the meantime, enjoy these pictures I took of my lovely wet jeans. 20180916_184809_001.mp4
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  17. I downloaded a cam version and ripped what I'm pretty sure is this scene! Wish they'd have shown more but any movie fear wetting is loved by me! ppmtomo.mp4
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  18. After careful review, I have decided to remove this post and will be locking this thread to prevent new replies. There are a couple of issues I have here that I am going to point out before doing so, however. Yes, we can. It is perfectly acceptable to question the potential morality of something on here. If we don't agree, we will make a case and point as to why, and generally ask that the conversation is dropped or moved to a personal discussion in our Slack channel. If we do agree, we may take action by removing the offending content and possibly consider a revision to our official Site Rules & Guidelines. We are not some sleazy, shady fetish board. If we believe something is in the wrong, we will generally convene with other staff members on the issue and take action based on a collective decision amongst ourselves. This is not "censorship." We are not a government-run website, please do not use that tired argument. We enforce our own set of policies and rules on this site and will remove anything we deem inappropriate. You can consider this "censorship" if you like, but it's a reality you will have to come to accept if you want to be a member here.
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  19. 161,945 downloads

    This is my collection of Snuppa videos. There are 67 clips recorded at so many scenarios.
    Free
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  20. Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Drawing's that I've made. It's mostly Scarlett. Enjoy!
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  21. Version 1.0.0

    8,333 downloads

    Another collection of random videos I've stumbled across on Twitter and Tumblr recently, hope you enjoy them! Rach
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  22. [E]MojiQue

    Version Release

    9,138 downloads

    You play a student called Reguma who wakes up in a strange world filled with monsters. After escaping to the nearest town, you run into one of your classmates, nicknamed Hamuko. For some weird reason, Hamuko has the power to fight the monsters! You travel around with her and battle and meet some other classmates, and team up to try and figure out how to get back to your homeworld! Description shamelessly stolen from Riablog ^_^. Basically, it's this thing, but now it's completely translated and ready to be played by those who couldn't enjoy the original japanese version to the full extent. If you didn't realize it already, this game is made by 青くらげ, the one who made a 210 pages long manga Tokonatsu!Hamuko-chan, which is the longest desperation manga I’ve ever seen so far. If you didn’t see it yet, go and read it right now. Now there is a game centered on the same characters, and even the demo rivals the biggest of currently released games in terms of playtime, diversity of events and – most importantly – custom-made content. So go play it! NOW! System Requirements RPG Maker XP RTP. If you ask me where to get it, I'll kill you redirect you to the frist link Google gives you. Japanese system locale. Last screenshot shows how to set it up. Locale emulators should probably work too.
    Free
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  23. Here is a beautiful wetting from a lovely lady I've been following for a while on xtube. Enjoy ? https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/pink-yoga-pants-wetting-37475321 Pink Yoga Pants Wetting XTube Porn Video from holditgames.mp4
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  24. Jade OHOJHI-127

    3,348 downloads

    This is another pee-stop / permission-to-pee video. The girls in this one show off some nice bladder bulges.
    Free
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  25. Version 1.1

    2,938 downloads

    Our protagonist, Chie, wet herself at the Culture Festival, this year. As she went to bed, that night, all she wished for was that the day never happened. In a cruel twist of fate, instead, the Culture Festival entered an endless loop. After Chie goes to bed, the day resets itself. At least she's the only one aware of what's going on? I would say have fun getting Chie through the day and night, dry, but we're not here for that, are we? Time to have fun putting Chie in situations where she has to constantly deal with having accidents and wetting the bed. There are a total of 10 Wetting scenarios and 6 Bed-Wetting scenarios. As a note, this game was never actually finished, so there are some inaccessible scenes and bugs. Known Issues: *It is possible to have the game not know what bathroom you're in and error out, forcing you to the outside bathroom. *It is possible to get the Coffee Recipe, but the scene where you do something with it was never made. *It is possible to obtain the Horror Tickets, but impossible to enter the Live Hall to see the show. *When entering a bathroom, the location still shows up in Japanese, in the upper right hand corner. If you encounter anything that is still untranslated (Or shows up as a bunch of squares), please let me know. Also, please let me know if there is any text that seems out of place. There were a lot of duplicate maps, and the scripts jumped around, a lot, so it's possible that I misinterpreted the context, somewhere. On a final note, a guide will not be fore-coming, from me. There is a NPC in game that you can get hints from, but everything is fairly easy to do.
    Free
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  26. Hey, this may take a while to get to the Omo, but I promise, it's there. On with the story. Annabeth Chase stood on The deck of the Argo II one morning, wondering where Percy was. He wasn't an early riser, sure, but he usually didn't sleep this late. She decided to go check on him. "Percy," she called quietly as she opened his door. He stirred feebly but didn't lift his head or speak. She walked over and stood next to him and was horrified at what she saw. He was lying in a tangle of sweaty blankets, his hair plastered to his forehead. He blinked at her, his eyes unfocused. He didn't even really seem to be seeing her. He was trembling. She placed a hand on his forehead, and knew he had an awfully high fever. She had thought he hadn't been well the day before, but hadn't thought it would come to this. She left the room but quickly returned with a bottle of fever reducer and a bottle of water. She spent most of the day beside him, coaxing him to drink the water and medicine, placing cool cloths on his forehead, holding his hand, and whispering words of comfort he didn't seem to really hear. She watched him drift in and out of sleep and listened to his incoherent mumbling. She knew he probably needed a hospital, but if she took him, they would only attract monsters. So she sat beside him and prayed to any god who would listen. The rest of the crew took her and Percy's watches. All were quiet that day, worried desperately about their friend. None had ever seen him so helpless. That evening, Percy opened his eyes and seemed aware of his surroundings again. "Annabeth," he whispered hoarsely. She ran her hand over his forehead, relieved to find his fever lowered, though it wasn't gone. "I don't feel good," he complained quietly. "I know," she told him. "We've got to take your temperature." He opened his mouth obediently. "103." she said. "Not good, but a lot better than earlier." "Thirsty," he said. She helped him to drink some water. Slowly, he drained the bottle and closed his eyes. He fell asleep. He woke only to drink more water and went back to sleep. Sometime in the middle of the night, Percy woke. Annabeth was asleep in the chair beside the bed. Percy realized he needed to pee. Badly. But he felt so weak. He didn't know if he could even stand up. Finally, he decided he had to. He wasn't about to wet the bed like a baby. He stood up, slowly, shakily, trying not to wake Annabeth. But when he tried to take a step, he fell to the floor with a thump. He used the bed to pull himself back on to his feet. His legs were shaking with the effort of staying upright, and he felt dizzy and short of breath. By this point, Annabeth had woken up. "What are you doing?" she asked Percy. Percy looked at her, embarrassed. "I really have to pee, but I don't think I can walk to the bathroom on my own," he explained. "I can help you walk there," said Annabeth. "No!" Percy protested. "You're a girl. You can't come in the bathroom with me!" "Fine," said Annabeth. "Jason's on the night watch. I'll go get him." And she left the room. She found Jason and told him the problem. He came downstairs with her, telling her that his watch was almost over and that she should get some rest. "I don't want to leave Percy alone," she said. "What if his fever rises again?" "I'll stay with him," promised Jason. So Annabeth went to her room to sleep. Jason went to Percy, getting an arm around Percy's shoulders, and they began walking slowly down the hallway. Too slowly, Percy thought. But he couldn't go any faster. He was already dizzy and short of breath at their current speed. When they got to the bathroom, someone was inside. Someone having a late night shower. Jason and Percy sighed in unison and waited. Why wouldn't this person hurry up? "Jason," whined Percy. "I really gotta-." A small spurt of pee leaked out. "I know" said Jason. "I can't hold it!" Percy said, slightly panicked, as another spurt escaped him. "Yes, you can," encouraged Jason. But Percy felt his bladder release, suddenly, and warm liquid soaked through his boxer shorts and began to run down his legs. His face turned bright red, even redder than before, as it was already flushed from fever, and he felt tears of shame prick at his eyes and start to fall silently. "I guess you couldn't," said Jason with a sympathetic smile. He "I-I'm so sorry!" said Percy. Jason probably thought he was disgusting now. "Hey, it's okay," said Jason. He had never seen Percy cry before and it concerned him. "Don't cry. You couldn't help it. You're sick. If you were healthy, you would have gone earlier. I won't tell anyone. Not even Annabeth, okay? She's gone to sleep in her room, okay? If we go get you cleaned up now, no one ever has to know. Then you can go back to sleep. l'll stay in case you need anything and make sure your fever doesn't rise. How about that?" Percy nodded, sniffling, and they began the slow trek back to Percy's room.
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  27. A short Deadpool fanfic. Features the voices in Wade's head, swearing, violence and mild pre-Spideypool flirting. ————— Wade squats at the edge of the roof, surveying the street below. He needs to piss. For a moment he considers standing up and peeing off the roof, seeing if he can hit any of the poor fucks below. He plays with the thought, turning it over in his head. Spidey wouldn’t like it. And it’s not a very hero thing to do, neither. ‘I fucking know that, shut up,’ he says out loud. The boxes are right, of course. If he’s really gonna try to do the hero thing, peeing on innocent passers by isn’t exactly a great move, hilarious though it would no doubt be. There’s a little less room for mayhem when you’re a hero than when you’re just a merc. He really shouldn’t have had all that Mountain Dew. He stands up, anyway, because squatting with a full bladder is like begging to piss yourself. If he can’t piss over the edge of the roof, maybe he can parkour his way to somewhere he can. Only, he realises, he kind of likes this feeling. Really? This is something we’re into now? ‘Maaaaaybe?’ Wade scratches his neck. ‘Never thought about it before.’ We’ve been into way weirder things, his brain points out. Kind of stuff we do for sh*ts and giggles . . . Hell, this isn’t even a kink by comparison. Ooh, we could experiment! See how long we can hold it! Wade considers this for a moment. ‘I guess what with the healing factor there’s no chance of doing any real damage to my bladder . . . Not that that would stop me. I draw the line at wetting myself, though. This suit’s a bitch to clean.’ Which is really dumb when you think about it, considering how much blood you get on it on a daily basis. Wade is still arguing with himself when someone lands on the roof behind him. He notices at once, but it takes him a while to pay the figure any mind. It’s only when Spider-Man clears his throat that he turns around. ‘I don’t mean to interrupt what’s no doubt a fascinating monologue—’ ‘Dialogue,’ Wade corrects him. ‘Trialogue? Di is for two, but there’s at least three. Sometimes six. Multilogue!’ ‘Whatever.’ Wade is pretty sure that Spider-Man is rolling his eyes behind the mask. ‘I was under the impression that we were hitting that trafficking ring tonight. Only I’ve been waiting for you for about an hour.’ Oh yeah, that’s what we’re supposed to be doing tonight! ‘Oh shit, yeah! My bad, Spidey. Got distracted.’ Thinking about piss. ‘Thinking about—no, shut up. Thinking about you, gorgeous!’ Wade bows with a flourish. Spider-Man’s arms are crossed in the body language of someone who’s entirely unimpressed. ‘Uh-huh. So, you coming?’ ‘For you, baby? Always!’ Spidey doesn’t dignify the double entendre with any kind of response. Instead he turns away and stalks across the roof. Wade follows. A thought strikes him just as they reach the other end of the building. ‘Hey, Spidey,’ he says suddenly. ‘You into watersports?’ Spider-Man halts and turns his head slightly. Wade decides that masks on other people suck. He’d like to be able to read Spider-Man’s expression right now. ‘You mean,’ says Spider-Man slowly, ‘like, surfing?’ Oh-em-gee, isn’t he just precious? Aww, who’s an adorably naïve Spider-Boy! Too cute. Too. Fucking. Cute. I may barf. You know, mentally. Wade swats the boxes away, also mentally. Not that they aren’t right. They are so right. ‘Yeah, something like that. Totally what I meant. So, we hitting that trafficking ring or what?’ And with that he jumps off the roof, forgetting that he’s six storeys up and that landing on concrete really fucking hurts, healing factor or no. ————— Fighting on a full bladder, it turns out, is hard. It’s also kind of a turn-on. Especially when Spider-Man’s leaping around with his hot moves, showing off that pert ass of his. The traffickers put up a decent fight, but nothing the two of them can’t handle, once they’ve released their victims into the night. And Wade tries not to kill anyone, he really does, but it just so happens that blades are meant for stabbing, and his hand-to-hand isn’t as great as Spider-Man’s. Besides, one of them is aiming his gun at the back of Spider-Man’s head while the arachnid’s busy with three others, and Wade doesn’t really have time to think, so he runs the fucker through. He doesn’t feel especially bad about it. By the time the fight is over, Wade really, really needs to piss. All that moving around has shaken his bladder and it’s making it harder to hold it in. Spider-Man makes a disapproving sound once he’s finished webbing the knocked out traffickers together, looking down at the dead guy. ‘What?’ says Wade defensively. ‘He was gonna shoot you! I just saved your life, baby boy.’ He pauses. ‘Do I get a kiss as a reward?’ ‘You really, really don’t,’ says Spider-Man dismissively. ‘Couldn’t you have, like, non-mortally wounded him or something?’ Wade throws up his hands in exasperation. ’Everyone's a critic! I don’t know what kind of bullets you’re used to, sweetcheeks, but the ones I tend to deal with move really, really fast. So, no. I just reacted. You’re welcome.’ He doesn’t look happy, does he? You’d think he’d be a little more grateful to us for saving his life. Spider-Man sighs, his crossed arms dropping to his sides. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry. Thanks, Deadpool.’ Wade blinks, not sure if he actually heard what he thought he heard. ‘Am I hallucinating?’ Did he just apologise? Did he just thank us? ‘You’d better get out of here,’ Spider-Man continues. ‘The cops will be here to arrest this lot soon.’ Wade cocks his head to one side. ‘Aren’t you coming?’ ‘Someone’s gotta explain this to them.’ Spider-Man nudges the dead guy gingerly with his toe. ‘I could get rid of the body,’ says Wade without missing a beat. ‘Yeah. No.’ A moment passes. ‘So, you going or what?’ Wade crosses his legs. His bladder feels full to bursting point now. Their conversation was a decent distraction, but now it’s getting almost impossible to ignore. ‘Yeah,’ he says slowly and swallows hard. ‘It’s just . . . kinda hard to move.’ Think of a babbling brook! Or a waterfall! Crashing waves, maybe. Or, you know, just think about piss. ‘Dudes! Not helping!’ Wade growls under his breath. Spider-Man crosses his arms again. ‘Why?’ His tone is skeptical. ‘You injured?’ Wade laughs in spite of himself. ‘No, no. I’m good. Just . . . Kinda really need a piss.’ Spider-Man sighs and rubs his forehead with his hand. ‘What are you, five?’ ‘Fine, fine.’ Wade starts shuffling towards the door of the warehouse. The going is slow, though, and after a few steps he whimpers pitifully and grabs his crotch. That’s right, show Spider-Man how you can’t even hold your bladder. ‘Shut up!’ Wade manages to croak. ‘I didn’t say anything,’ says Spider-Man. He sighs again and steps around Wade to look at him. The faint sound of police sirens reaches Wade’s ears, which means Spider-Man has been hearing it for a good while already. ‘All right. Go hide behind those crates.’ Spider-Man points to the back of the warehouse. Wade turns around and shuffles the other way. He reaches the crates just as the police cars come to a screeching halt outside, and squats down behind them as quickly as he can manage. Bad move, bro. ‘Motherf-aaaahh . . .’ Wade hisses as his bladder begins to void without warning. Peeing has never felt so good. Urine trickles out into his suit, warm and wet. He sits back against the wall, trying not to moan. There’s no point trying to stop it now, he reasons. Thought we weren’t gonna wet the suit. We weren’t, but we did anyway. It’s gonna be hell to clean. ‘I don’t care,’ Wade whispers, closing his eyes in bliss. So, we are into wetting ourselves, then. Good to know. Another kink to add to the list. Beyond the crates, he hears voices. Spider-Man is talking to the cops, but Wade can’t focus on what he’s saying. A minute later he’s still wetting. The piss is leaking out of his suit, forming a puddle around him. When it finally stops, he looks around and it occurs to him to wonder what’s in the crates. The cops are talking loudly enough that he risks pulling one of his katanas and uses it to pry the nearest crate open. It’s like Christmas has come early. The crate is full of weapons. Lovely, shiny handguns, and big, heavy assault rifles. He picks up one of the handguns, trying its weight in his gloved hand. It’s got good heft to it. A new kink, fighting baddies with Spider-Man, and now a brand new handgun? Today couldn’t get better if it tried. Wade pries open another crate, predictably enough containing ammo clips, loads the gun and sticks it down the back of his sopping wet pants. Then, forgetting all about hiding, he stands up and calls, ‘Hey, Spidey! And cops! These guys weren’t just smuggling people, they were smuggling weapons too! You might wanna step carefully back here, though. I just took a piss on the floor.’ Everyone stares at him for a moment. Then five guns are drawn on him, and he puts up his hands. ‘Aw, come on! Help me out here, Spidey?’ Spider-Man just slaps his palm to his forehead and shakes his head exasperatedly. Right about now’s probably a good time to get out of here. There’s a window on the wall above the crates. ‘Okay. I’ll just be leaving now.’ All the guns go off as Wade leaps onto one of the crates, swings up onto another, grabs onto the window sill and hoists himself outside. One of the bullets nicked his shoulder, but it’ll heal. Deadpool vanishes into the night, leaving only the occasional drop of urine behind.
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  28. The slave market – parts 9 & 10 By now at least one or two girls in each cage had pissed on the ground. Most had been betrayed by their own bodies and had found themselves peeing despite trying to hold it in. However there were a few whose life experience had equipped them to cope with an immodest display of their naked body in public. Some of them also now accepted that they would have an interested audience when they needed to release their piss and were calm about it. Those who had tried to contain their fluids were still finding no easy opportunity for relief. The hall was busier now. More people were looking them over, all the time. They might have had only one or two watching them pee if they had decided to go an hour ago, but now there would be many more, and they all knew that they could not hold on much longer. They could choose to piss in public soon, or the choice would be taken from them when they lost control of their aching muscles. Just looking round the room, every cage now contained girls who had either pissed on the floor, or were clearly bursting for a pee. Most were jiggling about, squeezing their legs together, and many were grabbing their privates with their hands. One viewer had grumbled that he couldn’t assess Annie properly, a petite little woman with curly brown hair, blue eyes and pert, small breasts. Her hand was always over her groin and she wouldn’t stand still. Poor Annie was tied to the bars of the cage by her wrists and ankles so she had to stand with legs apart and her arms away from her body. She still wriggled in her full discomfort, of course, and tried to squeeze her thighs together to hold in her pee. She failed after only a few minutes and pissed where she stood, a fountain of pee arcing into a foamy puddle in front of her, eyes closed and her face showing both shame and relief. There were so many girls peeing now that most of the time there would be at least one cage with a woman peeing in it, or squatting, dripping over a warm, fresh puddle. Most who chose to pee would squat to pee, usually backing themselves into a corner. Some would start immediately but a few found it difficult to start and would have to crouch for a while before they could open their tap and make their puddle. Those who couldn’t hold any longer would often start pissing where they stood, but then lower themselves to a hovering position or a squat as they realised they were unable to stop their pee flowing. There was a slim, leggy blonde girl, with curly hair, pale skin and blue eyes. She’d been given the name Angel. I watched her jiggling for a short while, with her hand jammed into her crotch. She decided the time had come; if she waited much longer she’d end up with her urine running down her legs. She went to the back corner of the cage, turned her back to the bars, bent her knees slightly, leaned forward and let go. A straight line of piss squirted vertically down to make a pool below her bum. She rested her arms on her knees and had her head down looking right behind her so her bum and her head were at the same height. I was at her side at first but moved behind her so I could look closely at her pretty cunt (she was a natural blonde) and the source of her pee. Inside my toga my cock was like a hot rod of iron.
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  29. STRENGTH IN NUMBERS! i vote for this too!
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  30. These old light blue shorts I usually use for wetting and a grey T-shirt Thanks my light blue plants are a little wet now
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  31. I gotta pee really bad don’t know how long I’ll last
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  32. I posted this some time ago , but it seems relevant here . This was my day without using the toilet I am into various aspects of pee play, unfortunately mostly alone .I would love to have a women who would do the same. My favorite thing is to hold it until my pee comes out involuntarily. The ultimate idea was to deny myself the use of the toilet for an entire day. Has anyone else done this? Anyway this is my story of the day I didn't let my pee out voluntarily all day. I wanted to try this for a long time, deny myself using the toilet to pee for an entire day. It was my day off; I awoke with a very full bladder. I laid there enjoying my fullness. For about 20 minutes. I get up and as always go outside to get the paper. My intention was to pee in the shower after breakfast. I Ran the water to start my morning tea and I am hit with the first violent urge to pee. The pee runs down my dick and pressed against the tip right at the hole. I squeezed it hard with my whole hand crossing my legs tightly squirming desperately. My dick swelled with pee as it looked for a way out. I had that squeezed shut for now. I sat down and drank a 12 oz glass of juice. The pressure was immense I was sure I would loose it at any moment or I would explode. The pressure of the pent up pee in my dick was unbelievable and getting worse by the minute. I didn't want to pee on the floor so I fought back with all my strength. I was squeezing my legs in out pressing them tightly together, bouncing them up and down. I could not remove my hand for even a second. I was so close to wetting myself. The pressure at my hole felt like needles. I eat my toast and drink my tea which made even it worse. Finally I finish breakfast and run hunched over holding my self all the way down the hall to the bathroom. I walk to the tub thrusting my hand inside my sweat pants to grab myself from inside because once I remove my hand I fear I will loose it .I want desperately for this to be an in the shower thing. I strip of my clothes with one hand, switching hands to yank off my shirt. As soon as I am naked however the pee explodes through my hand no longer to be denied its escape I move my soaked hand away and all that pent up pressure is released so hard that I feel my hole being stretched wide out to its limit as the pee rushes to escape. It could not come out any harder. I am glad I was standing near the tub because the stream was unstoppable. It arches hard across the tub to the back wall. Realizing that doing it in the shower is now imposable I just let it flow for about a full minute. What sweet relief. But the day had just begun. I shower and get dressed into my first pair of jeans for the day. I have a second cup of tea and start filling up my bladder again It is now lunch time I am filling up again. I drink a 20 oz cup of iced tea with lunch and busy myself with some chores around the house by 1:00 my bladder is getting quite full and I can feel it in my dick as well. I have deliberately saved washing the dishes until last. Running water, having my hands in hot water makes it very hard for me to hold on. It wasn't long before the pressure in my dick increased dramatically Soon I am crossing my legs against it. I keep my hand in the sink as long as I can. Running the water to rinse makes me squirm and squeeze my legs tightly. The pressure has reached the tip by now and is getting intense and sharp, however I am determined I will finish my task. Another wave hits, pushing me right to the brink. The pee is pressing hard right at the hole I have to rush my hand there and squeeze it and stop the flow, but only temporally. It is now about 2PM the waves are coming closer and are lasting longer. My dick is heavily swollen with pee pressing all the way down to the tip. I am very desperate now bent forward legs crossed hand gripping my dick tightly. But I loose a spurt of pee wetting the front of my white cotton briefs before I can regain control. The immediate need is relived and the wet patch feels pleasant but soon another stronger wave hits pushing me right to the brink again. The pressure is indescribable at the tip of my dick I want to finish so I have it between my legs and am squeezing as with all my strength. Every few minutes a spurt leaks out. I am powerless to stop it. My briefs are now soaked and the dark wet spot is growing down the legs of my jeans. I finally finish however as I separate my legs in order to move a hard jet of hot pee escapes down my legs .Should this be happening a grown man wetting his pants.? Oh hell it's fun. I go to the tub and let the rest flow out in my pants. Again I shower and change. By 5:30 I feel the need to pee again, but nowhere near desperate. However, I expect my daughter to stop by, around 7:00PM and by then I would be in trouble. So I decided not to risk it and I go back to the shower and let it out in my pants. My plan was foiled when she didn't show up until 8:30. I had eaten dinner and drank 3 beers. By now I was really full but could not show my desperation. I was mortified that I would wet my pants in front of my daughter. We chatted for about 45 minutes. I was fidgety but had to refrain from doing anything about it. I was determined not to use the toilet but the pressure was so very intense I could hardly stand it. She got up to leave and I felt a huge rush of pee run down my penis pressing to get out. She stood at the door and continued to talk, and my bladder was about to explode. Oh God it's going to come out! I rushed behind the kitchen counter, leaned against it, crossed my legs squeezing as tight as I could and hoped. The pressure on my pee hole was so strong I wouldn't notice if it started coming out until I was getting my briefs wet. If she noticed my plight she didn't let on. Finally she left. As I uncrossed my legs a hot hard unstoppable stream of pee shot down my leg. I usually try to stand in something like the shower to contain the flood, but that wasn't happening. I soaked my jeans and made a large puddle of pee on the kitchen floor .I can hold 1++ liters so you can imagine, the mess .By this time it was almost 9:30. Because I was so full and had stretched my bladder it didn,t empty completely so I soon had to pee again. I got in the tub and let it flow in my already soaked jeans, wetting myself for the forth time that day. I put on a pair of sweats and the rest of the night was uneventful by bedtime I needed to pee again .A warm shower was all my tired bladder needed to involuntarily let loose one last time.
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  33. Worst thing I ever had was at school when I was but a wee boy of maybe 10 or so. It had been snowing, and the playground was mostly ice. There was this one dirt patch, where there was thick ice over the whole thing. So us kids being the sweet and innocent little creatures hell bent on destruction had grouped around and were trying to break this ice. Some kids were kicking, some where jumping, some hitting it with sticks, you name it. I was jumping. I jumped up and landed on the ice. A kid in front of me was kicking the ice. I'd jump from a sort of squatting position, and land in the same way. This kid lifted his foot up and jammed his heel in the ice. As I came in to land from a jump, this kid kicked upward and hit me square in my left eye. I was taken in to the school first aid room, screaming and shouting, before being taken to hospital. Turned out the kick had tore the membrane of my eye. Spent about a week off school with an eye patch. Couldn't open my eyes either, even moving my eyes hurt. It wasn't even a cool eye patch, like a black pirate one. It was some great white lump of cotton, taped to my face. All in all, I wouldn't recommend it.
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  34. This incredible photo set features Alisha peeing through her shorts and onto Sosha. With more than 230 photos, this gallery will give your eyes plenty to feast on. These images feature Sosha and Alisha together in a sexy lesbian golden shower scene. Alisha is wearing a gray tank top and denim shorts, while Sosha is just in a bra and panties. Sosha lays down on the floor while Alisha stands over her. Once in position, Alisha lets go; peeing through her shorts and all over Sosha below. Afterward, Alisha takes off her shorts revealing her wet panties as Sosha poses next to her.
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  35. Fun times! Though super uncomfortable positions to finger oneself... Just saying.
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  37. I loved your story! You have real talent ya know, I hope to see more content from you :)
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  38. Must be your lucky day... ? PUBLICLY Public jeans piss extreme with Lara-CumKitten.mp4
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    From the album: Classic Manga Pee

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  40. They say life is what happens when you are busy making other plans. I stopped trying to plan long ago, and just take things as they come. I started wearing 24/7 when I left home and moved to the university. When I met my wife a few years later she was vanilla but open minded. I slowly eased her into wearing over the course of a few years. Her bladder control never was the greatest, and once she was wearing regularly at night her bedwetting restarted. Now, several years later, she wears pullups at work as she is prone to leaks and can't hold for very long once the urge to go strikes... if she's not at work it's full-on diapers all the time.
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  41. The slave market – part 3 Luke was back very quickly. He beckoned me to follow him. Sure enough, he’d found a girl who looked desperate for relief. She was tall and slim, with honey-blonde hair flowing down her back. She was a peasant girl, and given the name Dana. She was gently jogging on the spot, then stopped and squeezed her legs together, crossing and uncrossing them. Then she bounced on the spot again. Meanwhile, she kept touching herself from behind, as well as squeezing her crotch. Luke and I watched from behind as Dana squeezed her thighs together again, then bent at the knees, straightened up, and lost control. A thin river of pee ran down the back of her legs and made a small, growing puddle around both her heels. She leaned forward, parted her knees and exposed the lips of her vulva. Her piss, no longer obstructed, squirted forcefully from her and thundered on the boards. She was splattering the back of her heels and so moved her feet further apart and leaned further forward to point the stream further away. She didn’t seem able to regain control, but pissed as hard as she might if she were in private, squirting a strong, thin stream that arced away behind her. The pace quickened slightly, and then the stream spiralled for a few instants, then broadened to a spray. The stream weakened and then she was able to cut it off. She must have done so too soon, as the drips suddenly again became a silvery stream for a few seconds. Now she had finished and stepped forward of her puddle. The slave market – part 4 The other girls in that cage, and those near, turned to see what the noise was. Poppy, a petite red-head in the same cage began peeing gently down her legs. She kept her thighs pressed together, perhaps hoping we wouldn’t notice that she was weeing. A dark puddle formed around her feet as the streams snaked down her legs. Then she completely lost control and we heard a hissing noise as she urinated forcefully into the gap between her thighs. Now she was making her own waterfall which splashed and splattered into the puddle at her feet. Her face glowed red with humiliation and she lowered her head and started to sob gently as the stream died away. Dana and another girl came over to her to comfort her as she stood dripping into a puddle of her own making. To be continued?
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  42. Once you play online there's no way back In this time Molly plays a videogame marathon online but she drinks a lot of water, so when she realizes the urge she has it's too late.
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  43. Nice. Here's a rip: Peeing in my Panty in the Mall - Pornhub.com.mp4
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  44. Furry Omorashi

    This isn't actually mine, but a commission I got from https://twitter.com/SkylarDoodles.
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  45. VALERIE 16 - LIMEHOUSE Jack taxied the Embraer E190 jet to the apron in front of London City Airport's terminal building. Guided by a marshaller on the ground, he turned the aircraft on to the stand, positioned it nose-outwards and applied the parking brake. As the ground crew chocked the nose-wheel and plugged in ground power, Jack and his captain ran through the challenges and responses of the Leaving Aircraft checklist, shutting down the engines, turning off the seatbelt signs (though, Jack thought wryly, half of his passengers would have been on their feet as soon as the aircraft appeared to stop moving) and switching off aircraft systems before finally turning their attention to the inevitable paperwork. After the passengers had disembarked, Jack and the other crew members walked over to the duty room to sign off. He stowed his belongings in his locker then walked the short distance to the Docklands Light Railway station to wait for one of the automated trains to take him on the twenty minute ride to Limehouse and his flat. He would be back at work tomorrow but for now he could turn his thoughts to the pleasant subject of Emily. From the moment he first met Emily at a party, Jack had been attracted to this beautiful, intelligent, kind and rather shy girl and still could not quite believe his luck that she seemed to feel the same about him. Over the following weeks and months attraction had developed into deep love and he was absolutely sure that Emily was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. And there was something more. Something that he had never felt before and that puzzled him. He liked it when Emily wet herself. Where had that come from? Admittedly, his main interest throughout his teens and early twenties had been flying. He had progressed from hanging around the local flying club doing odd jobs in return for the chance of a ride to studying for his private pilot's licence. That had been followed by two intensive years at flying school working towards his instrument rating, his multi-engine licence and eventually the Airline Transport Pilot's Licence that he now held and that would allow him to progress to Captain in due course. Once qualified and employed he had spent several months learning every detail of every system on the Embraer E170 and E190 jets that he now flew. Of course he had gone out with girls during this time - quite a lot of girls actually - but it had simply never occurred to him that he would feel anything other than sympathy for their embarrassment if one of them had accidentally wet themselves. Not that any of them had, come to think of it. It was on the evening that Emily came to his flat to spend the night with him for the first time that he realised he found the sight of a girl wetting herself intensely erotic. The lift had broken down and Emily, who had urgently needed to go to the loo, had been unable to wait until an engineer arrived and released them. She had been distressed at her loss of control and of course he had played the gentleman, reassuring her that it really did not matter, when in fact he had been sexually excited by the sight of her making a puddle on the lift floor as she had helplessly wet her knickers beneath her elegant party dress. [Valerie 8] At first he had felt deeply ashamed of his reaction but was reassured by Emily's relaxed, even amused, response to his rather earnest confession. Furthermore, his ten day visit to her family's Italian villa, where Emily, her sisters Valerie and Amanda and even their mother Angela would wet themselves without any inhibitions whatsoever, had revealed to him that he was far from alone in finding it erotic. Tom, Valerie's boyfriend, certainly shared his interest and it seemed that Peter and Callum might also be of the same mind. He was delighted that Emily had chosen to return to London with him whilst he completed his current series of rostered flying duties, even though he was all too well aware how basic his Limehouse bachelor flat must seem to her. What is more they would soon be returning together to the Italian villa for several more days off. His train arrived. In half an hour he would be back at his flat where Emily would be waiting for him. ------------------- That summer Emily had graduated, rather to her surprise, with a First Class Honours degree in fine art. Although she intended to have a relaxing summer before starting her career, she had taken the opportunity of her return to London to do some job hunting. That morning she had travelled into central London to follow up two invitations for interviews with art galleries. Afterwards she browsed the local Asian supermarkets, returning to Jack's Limehouse flat with lamb, olive oil, onions, rice, garlic, ginger, fresh and preserved lemons, spices, black olives, a perky bunch of coriander and some fresh apricots. Though not as hot as Tuscany, London was warm and humid so, after opening the windows of the flat as wide as they would go, she took off her interview suit and padded into the kitchen in her bra and panties. She downed a glass of water before tying the only available apron - a large, striped masculine thing - round her slim waist, chopping the onions, the garlic, the ginger and the coriander, trimming fat off the lamb and tossing it in the spices. She mixed the ingredients together in a bowl and poured olive oil and lemon juice over them, covered the bowl with a plate and left it in the kitchen to marinate. Removing the apron she went through to the living room and browsed the handful books on the shelf, hoping to find something to while away the next couple of hours. 'A Pilot's Guide to Meteorology'? Not much romantic interest there, she imagined. 'The Official Tottenham Hotspur Annual 2005'? She gave up. She looked around the flat. What is it with boys, she wondered? The flat was perfectly clean and tidy but there were none of the homely touches a girl would add. Apart from a couple of comfortable old leather armchairs the furniture was sparse, basic and mismatched. Nor were there any carpets on the vinyl floor, just a few rugs. Mind you, that could be useful.... Still wearing only a bra and panties, Emily curled up in one of the big leather armchairs, a fresh glass of water by her side. The soporific warmth of the afternoon was beginning to make her feel rather erotic. She loved Jack on every level but his performance in bed took her to heights of arousal she had never known existed. Tonight, she decided, would be such a night. And she knew what Jack liked. Jack liked it when she wets herself. And that could easily be arranged. She was discovering that Jack's preferences did not seem to be all that unusual. She had known for some time that Tom enjoys it when Valerie wets herself - the three sisters have no secrets from each other! - but it came as a complete surprise to Emily when Valerie suggested that her father felt the same about her mother. Yet looking back on her childhood and remembering the banter between them she wondered how she had been so naive as to not notice something so obvious. And now it looked as though Amanda's new boyfriend Callum might be of the same mind. Good thing, really, given Amanda's casual insouciance about wetting herself. At her parents' Tuscan villa Emily had never bothered to walk from the pool to the house for a pee - not when she could just stand on the lawn with her legs apart and pee through her bikini as she and her family had done for as long as she could remember - and she would sometimes prefer to wet her knickers discreetly rather than use an unpleasant public lavatory but she had never regarded these things as anything other than simple practicalities. She still recoiled from the idea of an embarrassing accident in public but now, knowing how it pleased Jack - and knowing what that led to - she was beginning to find the sensation of wetting herself in private exciting and erotic. Her bladder was beginning to fill up. Curled up here in this big leather chair on this warm, drowsy afternoon it would be the easiest thing in the world to just let go.... Not yet. She went back to the kitchen, re-filled her water glass and looked for something to cook her ingredients in. Whilst she did not expect to find the earthenware tagine that her dish called for, she had at least hoped for an ordinary casserole. No such luck, just two saucepans, only one of which had a lid. After frying the lamb and the onion in the one and only frying pan she put all of the ingredients into the saucepan, covered them with boiling water and set it on the hob over a low heat. She looked at LCY flight arrivals on her mobile phone. Jack's plane was more or less on time so he should be home in a couple of hours. She showered, taking the opportunity to pee, then padded naked into Jack's - correction their - bedroom. She put on a fresh little pair of white cotton hipster briefs before carrying her hairdryer into the living room so that she could sit in the leather armchair to use the only available electric socket to dry her long, dark, wavy hair. No mirror. Really, if she was going to spend much time in this flat there would have to be some changes! Back to the bedroom for a white cotton tie-up shirt that left her suntanned midriff bare. No need for a bra. Finally, she selected a provocative little mini-kilt that she would never wear in public but that she knew drove Jack wild. She walked barefoot through to the kitchen and drank another glass of water. If she kept on drinking water at this rate she would soon need to pee again. But that was OK. All part of the plan. She checked the contents of the saucepan on the hob - coming along fine. She prepared two bowls of salad with cherry tomatoes and put them in the fridge. She opened a bottle of red wine, set the little table in the kitchen, adding a pretty paper tablecloth and small bunch of flowers in a glass, and started to heat water in the only other saucepan, ready to cook rice. Now she really did need a wee. ------------------- Hearing the sound of Jack's key in the door, she filled two glasses with chilled Pinot Grigio. With a smile she handed one to Jack as he came into the kitchen. 'He looks devilishly handsome in his pilot's uniform' Emily thought to herself approvingly. 'She really is all girl!' Jack thought to himself approvingly. 'And that saucy little mini-kilt! I wonder if the little minx knows what it does to me?' He removed his uniform cap and put it on her head before taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately. His hand slipped under her skirt and caressed her bottom through her white cotton panties. Feeling him harden with desire against her she pulled away from him, laughing. "No time for that now, dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes." "I've just done Paris and back - twice!" he complained. "Is one kiss all I get after dodging thunderstorms and dealing with French air traffic control all day?" She gave him a smouldering look. "That's all you get - for now" she said. Jack went to shower and change. Emily put the rice in the boiling water and tried to turn the heat down. She quickly found that the cooker thermostat wasn't working - it was either full power or off. If the rice was not to boil over she would need to stand there for the next fifteen minutes turning it off and on until the rice was cooked. She was bursting! Ten minutes later, Jack came back into the kitchen, freshly showered and wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Emily was standing by the cooker, swearing under her breath and moving restlessly from foot to foot. "This bloody cooker!" she exclaimed. "How the hell do you ever cook a meal on it? "Never tried" Jack replied, leaning in the kitchen doorway and taking a sip of white wine. "I just send out for pizza or a curry." "I can't leave the rice or it will boil over and I'm dying for a wee!" A few moments later Emily tensed and stood still. A small trickle of pee pattered on to the floor between her feet and a few droplets tracked its way down the insides of her legs. It had the intended effect. "Oh Jack!" she gasped "I can't wait!" Jack came over and stood close behind her as he had done at the Palio. He put his hands on her hips under her tiny kilt and nuzzled her neck behind her ear. Once again she felt him hard against her. "Just do it here, on the floor" he said in a husky voice. Emily did as she was told. When she had finished wetting herself Jack, all too aware of the bulge in his shorts, retrieved a bath towel from the laundry basket and passed it to Emily. She dried her legs and feet, making sure to give him a good view of her wet panties in the process. "Excuse me whilst I get changed" she said. "I'll do the laundry and give the floor a good wash tomorrow." Jack dropped the towel on to the floor to soak up the flood, stirred it round with his foot and pushed it into the corner. Then he poured two glasses of the red wine and two glasses of water. Emily returned and served delicious, tender lamb fragrant with spices. It was, Jack thought, by far the best meal that had ever been produced in his kitchen, though perhaps that was not saying much. He took care to keep their glasses topped up as they discussed Emily's interviews that morning and he produced a bottle of of Muscat to go with the apricots that rounded off the meal. Emily, who was feeling pleasantly light-headed, took a long drink of water to counter the effects of the wine. Jack made coffee as he cleared away the remains of the meal (he did at least have a cafetière, Emily noticed) and they walked through to the living room. He took one of the big leather armchairs and, instead of taking the other, she snuggled on to his lap, sipping her coffee. She took care to ensure that her skirt was spread out - she already needed to pee again and the wine was having a disinhibiting effect on her. In a slightly slurred voice, she asked about his day. Was his captain a nice man to work with? "She's fine" he replied. She?? Emily supposed she should not be surprised, female flight deck crew were not at all unusual these days, but nevertheless she felt a small spark of jealousy against this unknown woman who had spent the day in close proximity to her Jack. "Do you - always fly with the same captain?" she asked in what she hoped sounded like mere polite interest. Her bladder was now sending urgent signals but she was not ready to drop the subject yet. "Oh no, there are well over a hundred captains and about the same number of co-pilots on my fleet so it may be months before we fly with the same person again. It's a good system because it means that the only way we can all work together is for everybody to operate by the book and that prevents over-familiar crews developing bad habits." Emily was somewhat reassured by this. She did not want Jack developing bad habits with any woman except her. 'If I don't go to the loo very soon it will be too late' she thought. She didn't go to the loo. She laid her head on Jack's shoulder and looked up at him with a serious expression. "And today's captain - was she good looking?" Jack reflected on his colleague - in her fifties, stockily built, her hair swept back into a severe iron-grey bun. "Not especially...." he said thoughtfully. He paused. "But the stewardess, on the other hand...." Reaching for a cushion, Emily hit him over the head. It developed into a play fight, with Emily kicking, squealing and giggling in Jack's arms. Emily felt a spurt of warmth between her legs as she lost control momentarily. "Stop!" she pleaded "I need a wee! Now!" Jack did not let her go. He ran his hand up her thigh and slipped it under her bottom. "It feels like you've already started" he murmured, feeling her damp knickers. "That's your fault, you big bully!" Emily protested. "Quick, let me up or I'll wee in your lap!" "Lucky for me you wouldn't dare!" But Emily did dare.
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  46. Daisy

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Compilation of small sketches of Daisy wetting herself
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  47. Got another wetting tale for you all!! This was yesterday's adventure. If you want to skip over the buildup/background and get straight to the wetting, I suggest jumping to paragraph 4! It was one of those days. You all know them. The clouds heavily loomed overhead, weighing down the sky, the grayness weighing down everyone's mood. To make matters worse, the October chill was hanging in the air. It was a mediocre day at work, everyone's demeanor as drab as the day. When I pulled into my apartment at the end of the day, I wanted some excitement to get my spirits up and my heart pounding. My last pee-related excursion outside of the four walls that confine my apartment was my trek into the men's room just over a week ago. I was long overdue. At roughly 5:30PM, it was still too early to attempt another dash into the men's room (I'm not bold enough just yet to try it in daylight), and I didn't feel like waiting until nightfall to get my fun in. I dragged myself out of my work clothes and looked through my closet for something a bit more appropriate for some incognito public wetting...something I hadn't yet checked off of my list. Sure, I've peed while running, wet my bikini at the beach, done the classic duck behind a bush to relieve myself, and even almost gotten caught by a group of guys while watering a parking garage floor (a story for another time, perhaps? ), but I'd never done any real, totally intentional, good ol' classic panty-wetting while walking around town. What better time to give it a shot than when everything's already wet? I could have as much fun as I wanted and nobody would have a clue! I slipped into a nice, warm, gray sweater and pulled a totally weather-inappropriate black skirt over a pair of cheap pink panties, and I was all set! Though I, very intentionally, hadn't urinated for the last few hours at work, I downed a few glasses of water for good measure and grabbed a bottle for the road. I glanced out the window--only a very light drizzle. Perfect. I left my umbrella where it lay in my closet and stepped out into the chilly air. The cool air nipped at my legs, giving me goosebumps, but I smiled to myself, knowing that I would soon have the means to warm them back up. I decided to make my way to some nearby shops to peruse any new holiday decorations they had on display. It was surprisingly crowded in town for such a dismal day, a prospect that made me tingle with excitement and nervousness. On occasion, I would stop at a store window and look in. I could feel myself shaking. No matter how many times I pee myself or experiment in some way with my urine, every new endeavor is practically like my first time, sending jolts of adrenaline through me and turning my stomach inside out. The thrill was building, but the urge to relieve myself was developing more slowly than I anticipated. Figuring I must be less hydrated than I initially thought, I nursed on my bottle. Some time went by. It was pushing 6:20 by the time my bladder alerted me to my need to seek out the facilities, a need that was joyously denied. The drizzle was long finished by now, my brunette hair made sleek by a only faint layer of moisture. I smiled at people as I passed them on the sidewalk, wondering what they would do if they knew the woman sweetly greeting them was about to pee all over herself in the middle of a relatively busy street. 6:30; the urge was growing rapidly now, as was the gnawing of hunger in my stomach. It just so happened that, as an idea flourished in my mind, these two primal urges coincided wonderfully. I found a truck vendor selling burritos and decided to kill two birds with one stone. Why not wet myself while ordering my meal? A smirk snuck across my face as soon as the thought flashed through my mind--talking to some totally oblivious cashier with a trickle down my leg, soaking my legs and filling my shoes with warm splendor. A surge of energy shot through me, electrifying my nerves, kicking my heart into overdrive. I made my way over to the truck, my heart pounding in my throat, and took my place in line, taking note of all the people around and questioning if I should follow through. "What's the worst that can happen?" I thought to myself, "Everything is already thoroughly drenched and besides, my legs could use a little extra warmth." I waited for my turn and, at last, made my way to the window, trying to hide my trembling (and, at this point, reasonably-strong urge to empty the contents of my bladder). As I was talking to the cashier, I began pushing. The muscles refused to cooperate. It was as if I had forgotten how to pee! He said something to me, but I missed it, obviously distracted. "Ma'am?" He questioned. "I'm sorry," my attention snapped back to him, though I maintained some focus on getting the gears moving downstairs. He repeated his question and I answered, my panties still bone-dry, but my bladder urging me to let go. He stepped away for a minute, presumably to get my order ready. I kept at it, trying to release the fluid. As he came back to take my money, the first spurts of warm urine finally burst through, albeit briefly, instantly soaking into my panties. I cracked a smile at this feat, and realizing I probably looked mental just smiling to myself, tried to play it cool like I was smiling at him. With a bit more effort as I reached into my purse to get the money, I managed to release a bit more, most of it still caught in my panties. The warm, wet, fabric stuck enticingly to my vulva. I handed him a couple of bills, my hands visibly shaking. He looked at me, concerned, and asked, "Are you alright, ma'am?" I assured him everything was fine as my spurts, at last, broke into a stream. The flood exited around the crotch of my panties as the warmth spread slightly up my butt. I heard a faint pattering between my legs from some stray pee that had fallen from the center of my crotch. I quickly jolted my legs together, directing all of the pee down my thighs. I nervously looked around to see if anyone had noticed. If they had, they pretended not to--most everyone with their eyes glued to their phones. I could feel my face turning red hot as cascades of pee delivered life-giving warmth back to my chilly legs, finally and soaking into my socks. He handed me my change and bid me a good evening, a courtesy I returned as I turned away, my liquid leg warmers still at work. My shoes now squished with every step, drawing no attention, under the guise that I must've stepped into a puddle. A few seconds later, as I unwrapped my burrito and took my first bites, the warm trickle from my urethra concluded at last. I glanced down nonchalantly, my face still burning ferociously, even warmer than the wet, tingly, lady bits that lay beneath my skirt. My legs were very obviously wet, but on a day like today, I figured nobody would second guess it. This still didn't stop my heart from pounding relentlessly. I walked around a bit as I ate, the warmth of the pee that covered my legs sapping away into the cool evening air. I spilled bits of my burrito in between drinks of water as I traipsed around a bit more. Finally, even my crotch matched the damp chill of the air. Not to fret, however, for by 7:00, my water consumption paid off and I was ready to go again! I turned and made my way toward home, excitement still rushing through me as I replayed the puzzled look on the vendor's face, his oblivious nature as I casually peed all over my own legs right in front of him and even a line of other people!! The thrill of such a taboo action, but everybody in complete ignorance! As I walked past the last few shops on the street, I looked at the people around me, smiling, and began pushing again. Like before, it took effort (I guess after a lifetime of conditioning, it's not particularly easy to pee yourself in front of total strangers), but it came a bit more easily this time. I nodded a cheerful greeting to a couple I passed as that familiar warmth flooded my panties yet again, overflowing and making its way downward. I shook with a chill as the pee spread across my legs yet again, some of it spattering onto the ground, indistinguishable, to the uninformed eye, from my splashing steps. Here came that shot of adrenaline again. I almost wanted to jump for joy, and likely would have if it wouldn't have entailed showering my pee all over everything and drawing unnecessary attention to myself. Inversely correlated with the level of fluid in my bladder, my level of excitement, if you get what I mean, increased as pee jet into my panties. I wanted so badly to rub myself right there as I leaked, but refrained. Again, the last few drops came to a sputtering end, the warm wetness clinging to my legs and, more pleasurably, my nether region . At last, as I arrived at the doorstep of my apartment, my legs, crotch, and butt were quite cold, heightening the sexual sensations as they glistened with moisture. I hurriedly burst through my door, stripped out of my wet clothes, and made my way to a warm shower, reiterating the events of the evening over and over in my head. You can be sure as heck I gave some special attention to my tingling anatomy as a reward for a fantastic close to an otherwise dreary day. Finally, before shutting off the water, I had just enough pee to complete my newly-customary attempt to pee standing during every shower (and admittedly, sometimes when I'm just bored and not showering ). It was a moderate success, though still not quite enough of one to attempt the toilet just yet. Hope you all enjoyed reading about this thrilling experience! Until I finally manage to use a urinal, it's going to be challenging to find an experience that parallels this!
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  48. Heyyy all! It's been a while, so I figured I'd update you with one of my more exciting adventures of recent times!! Per usual, if you just want the peeing and don't care about the build up, skip to paragraphs 3, 5, and 6! Three or four days ago, after a long shift at work, I felt the urge to blow off some steam in an...unconventional...way . As usual, I had been hydrating well throughout the day, but I knew I wanted to do something pee-related with my evening, so I didn't permit myself the customary restroom break before heading home. The urge wasn't too bad when I finally barged through my front door and chucked my keys onto the table, but I knew it would be coming sooner than later. Quickly, I darted to my room and stripped out of my outfit for the day. I, in the midst of an embarrassing amount of horniness , briefly considered making a puddle as I stood nearly naked in the middle of the floor, but after a brief moment of hesitation, my lack of will to clean up the mess won out. Instead, a different idea came over me and I shuffled through my drawers until I found my swimsuit, which I proceeded to don. There's a fitness facility near my house, complete with indoor pool that I frequent, and I thought it might be fun to take my pee there. Despite it being entirely too cold, I threw one of my running skirts over my bikini bottoms and compensated by wearing a heavy hoodie. With that, I grabbed a spare set of clothes, downed the contents of my water bottle, refilled it, and set off! When I pulled into the gym parking lot fifteen minutes later, though I wasn't yet bursting, I could feel the urgency rising. It was chilly enough to prevent anybody from hanging out in the parking lot, which worked in my favor. Conversely to everyone else, I parked as far away from the doors as I could and grinned cheesily to myself. As I enjoyed a few extra fleeting moments of warmth in my car, I chugged down my water bottle. It was agonizing. I could hear and feel the water sloshing in my stomach as I opened the door and rose to my feet. The cool air nipped at my skin and I shivered as goosebumps developed. I glanced about to ensure nobody was around. The coast was clear. It was time to warm up my legs . I still have difficulty convincing my bladder to let me wet myself in public situations, so despite my rapidly-processing kidneys and active attempt to alleviate the ever-growing pressure, it took a bit of effort. I loitered nonchalantly (Who am I kidding? It was probably the most conspicuous thing in the world) by my car and tried to open the flood gates. After several seconds that seemed to stretch into hours, the chill below was met by a spurt of warmth. The first jet of pee seeped tantalizingly into my bikini bottoms, which pressed warmly against my lady bits. With a little more coercing, the juices were finally flowing. I shook with chills as cascades of warmth overflowed my swimsuit and began finding their way down my legs. I subtly smiled to myself and began making my way, very slowly, for the gym door, a task which proved easier said than done. It never fails to be an exhilarating, but extremely peculiar sensation to walk while gushes of pee pour out of my nether regions, drench my legs, and spatter to the ground. As the pee reached my feet, it was swiftly wicked up by the fabric of my socks until one of my old, ratty shoes satisfyingly squelched with every step. As I nervously glanced around to ensure there were no witnesses, I quietly admired the trail of drops and splatters that followed me to the door. I had underestimated how badly I needed to relieve myself. I was nearly to the gym before the last few drops found their way out. My legs glistened with wetness. I checked in and made my way to the locker room, not garnering anything more than a brief glance in passing. I was amazed at how oblivious people are to everything around them. A grown 23-year-old woman just peed herself like a little girl, legs shimmering with wetness, yet nobody had a clue. A sense of accomplishment welled inside me as I rounded the corner into the locker room and found a place to stash my effects. It was weirdly empty for a weekday evening. I shrugged it off, preoccupied with the pleasure of a wet patch hugging my crotch, and drank another quarter bottle before making my way out to the pool. I plunged into the water and began swimming. I had perhaps gotten a little carried away with my fluid consumption. Within 10 minutes, the urge was making itself known again. There were a handful of people swimming, including one guy who seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes to himself (Or perhaps it was just a combination of my paranoia and an underlying desire for attention ), so I had to be discreet, but I was confident I could still get away with a little fun. I gave it another 2-3 minutes before I finally surrendered to my bladder and climbed out of the pool. I sat on one of the metal benches near the pool and prepared myself for round two. As I dripped with pool water, I soon also dripped with urine, both of which mixed on the seat and found their way to the floor. A surge of adrenaline shot through me and tangled up my innards as clear pee poured out of my bikini, unbeknown to any of the onlooking bystanders. I tried, frivolously, to contain that I was trembling with excitement. Thankfully, nobody seemed to acknowledge it. The guy shot a glance over at me as I was going at full blast. I shyly smiled and he quickly turned away. I found it difficult to finish peeing. With every "final" spurt, there seemed to be more to replenish it. Finally, I gave up and rose from my seat. The puddle I left behind was far more than feasible to pass as residual pool water dripping from a relatively small female. I dove back into the pool and swam for a few minutes until the urge struck again. In order to spread out the fun a little more, I stopped waiting for urgency. I peed on the poolside, in the pool, while jumping in, while swimming underwater--it was amazing!! At one point, I got out, faced the wall, and pulled my bikini to the side so I could admire the flow with my eyes as it saturated the floor and my butt. Finally, when I'd had enough (and the urges finally weren't practically every five minutes), I made my way back to the locker room, laughing to myself that the poor guy had no idea how many times I'd peed with him watching me. In the locker room, I noted again that it was deserted. One final devilish hoorah sprang to mind as I peeled off my wet swimsuit. I was totally alone--nobody could stop me . I had a little residual urine--not a ton, but enough. I stood there, naked, in the middle of the locker room, closed my eyes, and let it flow. I barely contained a childish giggle as pee splattered the floor beneath me and dripped down my legs one final time for the night. It wasn't enough to leave an impressive puddle, but it was plenty to provide a thrill. I quickly rinsed off in the shower, making great effort to not touch myself too much, threw on my dry clothes, and made my way home, glowing with excitement.
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  49. I don't take anymore chances with pull-ups. I'll wear them for one accident max. If I'm going on a long car ride I'll put on a diaper before I go. When I get close to my destination I stop at a gas station bathroom to change. During the winter keeping the windows down is not an option (if mess myself on the way), so I always keep air freshner in the car.
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