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  1. I've got something a bit special on the way. Here's a wee teaser.
    7 points
  2. I was watching "Curse of the Blood Rubies" the other night and love how the first Dragon Ball movie still squeezes in Bulma's wetting scene. I especially dig how they don't show her changing out of those clothes, at all - she keeps them on the rest of the night even after meeting Pansy and Oolong. I can only think what discussions were had off-screen. Even if she cleaned up and tossed her panties, her friends are mostly knee height, they would HAVE to notice... More to come.
    5 points
  3. So, my flatmates went out for an indeterminate amount of time this afternoon and, for once, they left me with a full bladder! I waved my two flatmates off but it wasn't until the door shut that I realised what an opportunity I had been given. I was tempted to use one of my pull-ups but I was worried I would not be able to dispose of it in time so I thought I would have a little play without a full wet. I went to the bathroom and pulled out one of my heaviest period pads from a cupboard. I was kind of curious how much it could hold and, as I rationalised, if I was only doing a partial wet then it would probably hold that. Bonus, they're easy to dispose off (pull-ups weigh a lot in the bathroom bin and a small bag in the normal bin would stand out as unusual if one of my flatmates took out the trash!). I logged on to my Tumblr and loaded up some inspiration. As I started to get excited, and empowered, by the concept of wetting I slowly started to let myself relax. I stood there watching my phone and, in between videos, my own stream slowly turning the white pad a translucent form of pale yellow, almost pastel. As I was wetting I realised that urine wasn't the only liquid that was making the pad wet! I was really getting into making sure I wet every single part of the pad when the harder thuds of liquid hitting tile alerted me I had started leaking on to the tiled floor! I belatedly realised that the pee had travelled from the pad (which had reached capacity) down the wings saturating them and then running to the floor. Panicking I quickly waddled to the toilet and sat down. This is where, turned on by all I had done so far, I decided to try something I had never tried before: pantie wetting! I removed the sodden pad from my panties (rather easily as the sticky had failed with the amount of liquid now saturating it) and pulled up my panties so they were on normally making sure that my skirt, which I had been wearing the whole time, was neatly out the way. Then I peed. I only managed to let go of a small spurt and I was kind of worried that that was all I had left after my previous play. I watched another video of someone losing control and it was like a dam broke and I was peeing full force through my black panties and into the toilet below. I loved the feeling of the warmth which is similar to a pull-up but oh so more exciting as you can hear the pee making a bid for freedom. I sat and peed contently for about 30 seconds listening to the sounds of my pee falling combine with those of the girl on the video I was watching. As the last drop hit the water it was like the break in a trance. I suddenly realised what I had done and how much I needed to tidy to dispose of the evidence before my flatmates returned (which could be any minute). Somehow, that element of danger had been such a turn on until the consequences of actually being caught became a real possibility. I double bagged the pad and threw it hastily into the bathroom bin which was the easy part. I then wrung out my now soaked, black panties into the toilet and threw them on the floor in the slight puddle I had made earlier. Mad dash to my bedroom to grab my towel, I raced back to the bathroom and grabbed the panties. I threw those on the floor in the shower and turned the shower on. I then opened one of the bathroom cupboards and grabbed some cleaning supplies to quickly clean up and, I really hope, cover the smell of the pee. After that I quickly jumped in the shower to wash my bottom half off and rinse out the panties I had been wearing so I could dry them in my room before throwing them in a wash later. Jumping out the shower quickly. I dried myself off and dried the bottom of the shower as best I could so it wouldn't be weird that I had mysteriously had a second shower today before replacing my skirt. So now I'm here and, as I started typing this, my flatmates just returned so I had timed it to perfection. Now I'm sitting here with no panties on and so desperate to finish off but unable to for now....to be continued and I hope you enjoyed the story. This is definitely one of the best wetting experiences I have done so far. I both really want to do it again RIGHT NOW and also have a happy conclusion but, with the flat no longer to myself, I can do neither of those things. So, I'll sign this off from your very content, and slightly frustrated, AquaticGoddess!
    4 points
  4. Thank you again for your comments guys o.o still going strong. The pulsating base of the music continued to vibrate through her chest and the dancer continued to perform as the crowd of partiers carried on. Emelie however had business to attend to. She tore her eyes away from the hypnotic moves of the dancer and scanned the room. The bartender was probably a good place to start but… then again so were the dancers. She drummed her fingers against the thigh of her leather pants before gazing to the bar before back at the stage. Wait… why was she even thinking about this so hard. She would just question them both. Turning towards the bar she stepped forward without looking and smacked straight into a large man who had been watching the dancer. He grunted with irritation glowering at the woman who had ran into him. He must have just walked up while she was zoned out watching the dancer on stage watching in disbelief as she wet herself. Before she could open her mouth to utter a quick apology the man spoke up. “Ey puta watch it.” He growled. The vest he wore over his shoulders revealed a scarred muscular stomach. She wasn’t intimidated by this tough guy pissant. At least she thought she wasn’t… the wet feeling trapped in her leather pants made her think otherwise. Again it wasn’t much but her thong felt wet and her nethers hot and slippery. It was almost a… pleasurable sensation. She blushed at the thought before returning the man’s glare wiggling her middle finger at him. Niceities had went out the window the moment he insulted her. - “Pound sand asshole.” She said defiantly, ready to end the conversation and walk towards the bar. Stepping around behind him she felt a large hand grab her by the wrist jerking her back. “You got some mouth on you chica.” He said with a lecherous smirk. She froze, gritting her teeth in irritation. “Let me guess, I should put it to good work?” she said with a snarky edge to her voice. His grip tightened, starting to get painful. “You’re a cocky little shit aren’t you?” he continued. He jerked her back towards him still holding her by the wrist. Her patience had ran out the moment he put his hand on her! She was quicker and before he could react Emelie drove her knee right between the man’s legs. His mouth fell open, he convulsed with pain before crumpling to the ground in a heap of pain. “Next time keep your hands to yourself.” She taunted, stepping over him towards the bar. She was nobody’s victim. Fortunately security hadn’t seen them making a small commotion though it wasn’t hard to play the girl card in a club like this and sway them to her side regardless of the situation. The bar was crowded… surprisingly crowded for a Monday evening. Clouds of vaporized Serum5 tickled her nose as she waited while people ordered their drinks. Emelie squirmed where she stood, watching the two bartenders carefully deciding on which one to approach. Coming straight out and asking if they had seen an ultralux around the club probably was a ticket to getting kicked out. People who asked questions like that… didn’t often get far. A more subversive touch was required. Emelie let a man go ahead of her who struck up a conversation with the female bartender so she could use her charm against the male. - “Well don’t you look fierce, what can I get for you darling?” the bartender asked leaning closer so they could hear each other over the music. She put on her best face, flashing large puppy dog eyes at the man. “I’m looking for my sister.” She began. “I know she was here but I haven’t seen her in days and I’m getting worried.” Emelie said, sighing forlornly for emphasis. “She was hanging out with some guy and I just wanted to know if you’d seen him… maybe he was a regular?” she asked hopefully, selling her story as best she could. “Do you have a picture hon?” he asked, concern in his voice. “I can’t promise anything… I see a lot of people around here but I’ll look.” He said with a friendly smile. She retrieved the datachip provided to her from the ai and placed it on the bar. A holographic image of the man sprang up into view. “What about your sister?” he asked. She pulled out the picture given to her in the case file and laid it on the bar pushing it towards him. “We’re…” she began but lowered her voice. “very wealthy… she might have bought drinks for everyone?” she postulated, hinting at what her sister might have done to jog his memory. “They kind of look familiar and there was some ultralux girl in here the other night. That might’a been her but I don’t know. I didn’t serve them and the girl who was working that night isn’t here. I think they went into one of the private rooms for some dances.” He said pushing the photo back at her. Emelie bit her lip knowing what was coming. She was smart enough to know that he was going to want some money and to keep the act up she preempted him, pulling out a large bill placing it on the bar. She could get reimbursed through the company later, official business. “Do you think I could talk to the dancer?” she asked, keeping her hand on the money. He watched her for a moment before nodding. - The bartender took a step away towards the end of the bar leaning over to speak with one of the security. Even with her enhanced hearing, the ambient noise was too much to cut through. She couldn’t hear what was being whispered. The large man nodded and walked off while the bartender returned. “It might be a few minutes. Do you want something to drink while you wait?” he asked. “Whisky on the rocks.” She said with a sweet smile letting him have the bill she had placed on the bar earlier. The buzz from her first drink had started to fade, another sounded delightful. Moments later she had her drink in hand and she was finding herself a booth to sit and wait. She slouched into the thickly padded seat and took a sip of her drink. It wasn’t bad but compared to what she’d had earlier it was swill. The same dancer was still onstage finishing her dance but her attention was drawn to the overflowing line spilling out of the lady’s bathroom. She took a deep breath and sighed. One girl in line had already lost control, her leggings glistened in the light of the club and a wet puddle radiated from her feet. She could see a few women brazenly just going into the men’s bathroom unwilling or unable to wait any longer. The woman in front, a pale skin blond with black lipstick and an asymmetrical haircut that covered half her face pounded on the bathroom door. Clenching her eyes shut she kept one hand jammed firmly between her legs. Emelie could hear her begging for whomever was inside to open the door. It looked like it was an emergency with the way she was wriggling and hopping in place. Emelie could see her suddenly lock up. She straightened her posture and her eye’s widened. A look of shock graced her face but when Emelie glanced at the woman’s pants… nothing. The woman standing behind her in line looked less than pleased by the development and pinched her nose. - There was a perverse amusement and an air of superiority the raven haired woman felt. She switched to thermal vision and the sight only confirmed what she already knew. She could barely hear the woman whimper and grunt over the din of the crowd and the music. The glowing orange warmth was mirrored on her bottom when the woman turned to lean her head against the wall. Underneath the woman’s hand clutching the back of her pants was another glowing bulge. Emelie sneered switching back to normal vision as the woman fled with an awkward run. Emelie wrinkled her nose as the woman ran by her table and a foul smell followed. She took another sip of her drink and glanced back up at the stage. Another dancer had taken the stage whilst she had been walking the show. “Disgusting.” she muttered before a figure glided up to her standing at the end of the table. The dancer stood at the end of the table, a pleasant look on her face; the filament strips embedded in her skin pulsating softly with light as the music played behind them. “They said you were looking for your sister?” she asked with a compassionate smile. Emelie looked up and returned the smile. “Yes… I was just wondering if you’d seen or the guy she was with.” she said. - The woman nodded slowly “Yes, I recall who you were talking about. She was most generous.” she said softly. The woman hadn’t redressed yet, still wearing just a pair of panties and a thing strap around her chest that barely covered her nipples. Emelie noticed that they were still damp but didn’t say anything despite the smell of urine wafting to her nose. “Is there anything specific you’d like to know?” the dancer asked. “Um… well have you seen them before? Err the guy she was with specifically.” she asked hopefully. The dancer looked pensive for a moment thinking before shaking her head. “No… I’m sorry.” she said with a frown. “I’ve never seen them here before the other night.” she said, an airy aloof quality to her voice. Emelie forced a crestfallen look. “Oh...” she sighed. This lead was cold… hopefully the others would have some luck. “Well, thank you for your time and… you should probably go clean up.” Emelie said, unable to resist. The dancer reached down running her fingers along the moist fabric of her panties. “Yes… I should...” she agreed, seemingly unphased by having wet herself while performing. “It’s been happening a lot lately to the performers but the patrons don’t seem to mind.” the dancer said. - Emelie gulped down the rest of her drink before sliding out of the booth thanking the dancer again before hastily departing the club. She collected her piece from the bouncer at the door before exiting out into the early evening. The city air seemed fresh compared to the air inside the club. She felt a little dizzy from all the vaped Serum floating around the club. She took a deep breath, between the second drink and the second hand vape she was feeling good. Shutting her eyes she ran her hands through her hair enjoying the feeling of her fingertips running across her scalp. She sent out a message to her team asking for a status update. Taarna and Fi came back with nothing yet but the twins seemed like they may be onto something. There was nothing for it now. “Fi, Taarna. If the twins find something go back them up if needed then call it a night. Club Sin was a bust. They were there once but probably won’t be back. He’s not a regular. I think I’m done for the night. Let me know if anything comes up.” Emelie said. Fi’s voice came through the link “Will do commander.” the redhead responded before letting the call go. It was time to enjoy the night, her team could follow up on the rest of the leads. Maybe have a few more drinks, do some dancing herself but whom to go see. Glancing back up at the sign she could feel some butterflies in her stomach. She could have some fun with Joshua but… likely Lynd would get in the way of that. She was going to have to take her off his hands some time tonight… Or there was Aria. She gave a little shudder at the memory of their last encounter. Unlike Joshua who worked in a position like she and lived fast and loose Aria owned and operated a successful string of nightclubs under the name Virulence. Similar to the club she’d just been in but different. She started walking back to where the aircar had let her out debating whom to call for a night of fun.
    4 points
  5. Very nice find!! Here's the rip: Tied College Girl cant Hold it Anymore so she Pees in her Sexy Panties - Pornhub.com.mp4
    4 points
  6. I thought someone would like this clip Wetting myself and Cumming through Jeans - Pornhub.com.mp4
    3 points
  7. Came across this awesome video on Pornhub. Too bad there's no sound...but here's the link and rip: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5bb9c1505d118 Hungarian Girl Wets her Jeans with Multiple Squirts - Pornhu.mp4
    3 points
  8. In this video, Alisha and Sosha have some sexy time together in front of the fireplace. Sosha ends up peeing through her panties, onto Alisha, who eats her out afterward. At HD Wetting we believe that sexuality and kink are beautiful and worthy of celebration. We strive to capture that beauty with all of our videos, and this one is no exception; It is a beautifully produced lesbian golden shower scene featuring intimate close-ups and exquisite filmmaking. The video starts with Sosha and Alisha in their underwear, sitting in front of the fireplace, flirting. Things quickly escalate, however, as Alisha takes her shirt off and asks Sosha to sit on her face. After a minute or so Sosha announces her intention to pee on Alisha. The camera gives us a nice close up as Sosha pees through her cotton panties, drenching Alisha underneath. Sosha’s wet underwear comes off after she is done peeing, and Alisha continues eating her out. Before long Sosha climaxes. Both girls sit together for a short time after Sosha’s orgasm before deciding to clean up. Warning: The following images contain nudity and depictions of sexual activity.
    2 points
  9. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5bbb1c3be29c0
    2 points
  10. Hen Zemi episode 8.
    2 points
  11. It was a lazy Sunday morning in Valerie's Docklands flat. Some hours ago Valerie had woken me up by sensually caressing me under the duvet. Once she was certain she had my undivided attention she had straddled me and lowered herself on to my rigid cock. There are worse ways to start the day. After I had brought her to a shuddering climax she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. "You'd better hurry up and finish down there - I'm bursting for a wee!" "Then am I entirely safe with you on top of me?" I enquired. Still mounted on me, Valerie sat upright, arching her back and running her fingers through her hair as she considered the question. "Who can say?" she replied with an air of unconcern. "But if not..." she giggled..."you'll be the first to know!" I exploded inside her. Still giggling, she rolled off me and dashed into the en suite. I heard a stream of pee patter into the shower tray, followed by the sound of running water. I flung back the duvet and followed her into the shower. -------------- Valerie had finished her brunch - two large glasses of orange juice, bacon and eggs and plenty of hot black coffee - some time ago and was now sitting at the kitchen table reading the Sunday Times on her iPad, one long and flawlessly-shaped leg crossed over the other. Her dressing gown was open at the front, revealing that the only other thing she was wearing was a pair of dark blue cotton hipster briefs. Absent-mindedly she had slipped a hand between her legs and was jigging her free foot as she read. The house phone rang. I walked over to the wall-mounted receiver and answered it. It was Angela wanting to talk to her daughter urgently. Valerie stood up and padded barefoot over to the phone. Angela talked for some time. Valerie's brow furrowed. It was clearly something important and not good news. "Oh...I'm sorry to hear that....yes, of course....he has been frail for some time..." She turned to me and gestured for something to write on. "Yes of course she can, Mummy....No, no problem at all.....yes that's fine." Valerie was jigging up and down restlessly but obviously did not want to terminate the conversation. OK, just a minute....Air France 1780...arriving at 1345....Terminal 4...got it." She crossed her legs. "That's OK. I'm sure Tom will...." Her dressing gown was open at the front and I could see the fabric of her briefs start to dampen between her legs. "No, it really is no trouble....it will be nice to see her again...." The damp patch gradually increased in size as Valerie slowly and involuntarily leaked into her knickers. A stray droplet tracked its way down the inside of her left thigh. She rammed her free hand between her legs and held herself tight. Still the conversation went on. "Yes I will...does she know?..." Two or three rivulets of pee were escaping past her clenched hand, snaking down her legs and beginning to pool on the floor around her feet. "Yes of course...I'm sure she is...." I fetched a towel, walked over to Valerie and held it between her legs through her open dressing gown. She flashed me a smile of thanks and let go. The towel grew heavier and I felt warm moisture against my hand. With a final couple of squirts, Valerie finished peeing through her knickers into the towel. "No, that's fine. Leave it with us." I opened the door of the washing machine and lobbed in the saturated towel. Valerie continued to talk on the phone, her soaked knickers still dripping on to the floor. "Yes, yes, you'd better get going.....Do let us know how things are when you get there.....Love to Daddy!" She put the phone down. ----- When she had changed into a clean pair of cotton hipster briefs - pink this time - and added her wet knickers to the pee-drenched towel in the washing machine, together with another towel she had used to mop up the kitchen floor, Valerie sat down and poured herself a fresh cup of coffee.. "Grandad - Daddy's father - is in a nursing home in Gloucestershire. He's been very frail for some time and the home phoned this morning to say that he's taken a turn for the worse and that they think Daddy should get down there as soon as he can. "Anyway Léa - remember her? - is apparently genius-level at maths and her Lycée has organised for her to attend a three-day seminar on maths in code-breaking here in London. It's quite a compliment for her to be invited as she's much younger than the other delegates. "Léa has never travelled abroad on her own so her mother had asked Mummy to pick her up from the airport and look after her whilst she is in London. They were supposed to be seeing the sights tomorrow and then she has the seminar on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. But now Mummy and Daddy have had to drop everything and drive to Gloucestershire so she's asked me if we can look after Léa instead. It's lucky that I don't start my new job until next week! "I'll organise the spare bedroom for her and give Emily a call as we're due there for dinner tonight. Would you be a sweetheart and meet Léa at the airport for me? Unfortunately she's coming in to Heathrow, not City, so you'll need to leave soon. Do you mind?" ----- Valerie had texted Léa before she left Paris so she knew I would be meeting her but as I stood in Heathrow's Terminal 4 arrivals hall waiting for her to appear I was not at all sure how she would be feeling about it. On the only occasion we had met before, when she had spent the day with us at the villa in Tuscany, she had been too shy of me and the other boys to admit that she needed to pee and had ended up wetting herself [Valerie 18]. An only child that her mother had kept rather sheltered, Léa seemed to me to be rather young for her age - she must be at least sixteen, maybe seventeen - naive and somewhat vulnerable. Was, her unworldliness an aspect of her mathematical genius or the result of over-protective parenting? I also knew that such fragile self-confidence as she possessed had taken a severe blow recently when her father and mother separated acrimoniously. Léa walked through from the customs hall and looked around uncertainly until she saw me. Petite, slightly underweight, with an elfin face and large, brown eyes, her plain haircut, her short but shapeless shift dress and her 'sensible' shoes did nothing for her. She gave me a limp, damp handshake and I took her bag. "Pleasant flight?" I asked as we descended the escalators to the Heathrow Express platforms. "I don't really like flying" she said hesitantly. "It feels - claustrophobic - is that a word in English? And why do they have to lean over so much when they are turning?" "Something to do with balancing forces" I replied. "You could ask Jack tonight - he's an airline pilot so he can explain it when we go to Emily's flat for dinner tonight. Just change the subject if he starts writing formulae!" We had just missed a train so we had a fifteen minute wait for the next one to leave. As we were waiting I explained to Léa that Heathrow is London's main airport but it is some distance to the west of London whereas our flat in Docklands is on the eastern side of the city. A new direct rail link is being built but until it opens the journey across London is slow and tedious. And, to complicate things further, the Jubilee tube line that serves Docklands was closed that day for weekend engineering work. Léa had seemed tense whilst we were underground but as soon as the train burst out of the airport tunnel into the afternoon sunshine and swept over the flyover on to the main line towards Paddington she relaxed visibly. But when we left Paddington's vast, echoing arched roof for the warren of underground walkways that led to the Bakerloo line platforms her tension returned. The crowds on the escalator, the screech of wheel flanges on rails, the warm, dusty air all seemed to spook Léa. A train was just leaving as we walked on to the platform so I led her to the far end where I knew the trains would be less crowded. Almost immediately the next train swept round the bend and into the platform and I was glad to see that the last car was almost empty. We sat opposite each other on facing seats and I kept up a line of idle chatter to distract her from her apparent anxiety. Edgware Road, Marylebone, Baker Street - our rapid progress through the station stops seemed to give Léa a little reassurance. But after we left the brightly lit station at Regents Park and plunged once again into the dark, narrow, tube tunnel the train slowed and stopped. Beneath the floor a brake air compressor cut in briefly - then silence. Léa was breathing rapidly, she crossed her legs tightly and her fingers pawed at the fabric of her seat - she was close to panic. I crossed over and sat next to her, putting my arm round her shoulders. She was sweating and shaking with fear and her eyes were those of a hunted animal. "Its OK Léa" I murmured. "Its probably just a red signal. We're right behind that other train, I expect we're waiting for it to leave the next station." Sure enough, a few seconds later the brakes released with a sigh and our train ran forward into the platform. We changed lines at Oxford Circus, walking through narrow underground passageways and stairs crowded with shoppers, then as we walked on to the Central Line platform a train suddenly erupted from the tunnel right beside us. Startled, Léa jumped with fright, then froze, her legs crossed tight. The train whined to a halt and flung its doors open. For a moment I thought Léa might refuse to board the train. I put a reassuring arm round her shoulder and guided her on. "Not too far now" I reassured her. There were seats to be had but she perched herself by the door at one end of the car. Tottenham Court Road, Holborn, Chancery Lane, St Pauls, Bank. Mercifully there were no tunnel stops this time and I was soon leading her through another maze of underground walkways and plunging even deeper downwards to the Docklands Light Railway platforms at Bank station. A train was waiting, almost empty, with its doors open. We boarded but Léa did not seem to want to sit down. "Léa, love, what's the matter?" I asked gently. She made no reply. "Do you need the loo?" She nodded. "Have you wet yourself?" Another nod. She wiped away a tear. "Anything worse?" She shook her head emphatically. "Well, that's not too bad then" I said brightly. "Do you still need to go?" She nodded vehemently and wiped away another tear with the back of her hand. At that moment the doors closed and the train moved off, climbing the steep incline and emerging into sunlight. "Its only about ten minutes to our stop and as far as I know there aren't any loos at the stations" I said. "I think you will find it easier to wait if you sit down. We chose a pair of facing seats and Léa perched on the edge of hers, raising her dress clear at the back as she sat down and briefly revealing her plain white knickers with a damp stain between the legs. Shadwell, Limehouse, Westferry, Léa was shifting in her seat with discomfort, crossing and re-crossing her legs. I kept up a one-sided conversation on the history of London's Docklands to try to distract her but I doubt she took in a single word of it. As the train took the flyover at West India Docks she stood up. I thought she was about to pee on the floor but she walked up and down uneasily for a few minutes before sitting down again. We emerged from under the skyscrapers of Canary Wharf and trundled over the bridge to Heron Quays. "This is our stop" I said. "Just a short walk to the flat." Léa hurried ahead of me down the escalator from the platforms and out into the warmth of a fine autumn afternoon. The office blocks were deserted and very few people were around on this Sunday afternoon. We took one of the walkways beside the water. Suddenly Léa stopped walking, put her face in her hands and started to cry as pee flowed down her legs and into her shoes whilst other streams fell from beneath her dress and splashed on to the paving stones. I put an arm round her little shoulders and kissed her lightly on the top of her head as she continued to wet herself helplessly where she stood. "Its OK, love, there's nobody watching. Anyway, I bet that feels a whole lot better!" She smiled shyly up at me through her tears. ----- That night, after making love, Valerie and I lay in bed quietly discussing Léa. She had dissolved in tears on Valerie's shoulder as soon as we arrived at the flat. Valerie had taken her to her room, soothing her and helping her to deal with her soaked knickers, socks and shoes. Léa had emerged an hour later, freshly showered and having borrowed some of Valerie's makeup to mitigate the effects of her earlier crying. Over pre-dinner drinks at Emily and Jack's flat, Emily had skilfully encouraged Léa to tell us about the seminar she would be attending and Léa, sipping an Orangina, had talked with enthusiasm about the uses of mathematics in code-breaking. Dinner had gone well - Léa had even been confident enough to ask Emily if she could use the loo - and now Léa had wished us goodnight and gone to her room. "I've told her there is a mattress protector on her bed and I've put a spare sheet in her room so she's not to worry if she wets the bed" said Valerie. "But my real concern is how vulnerable she is at the moment. She'll be going to university next year where she'll find boys taking an interest in her and her in them. One of them could so easily break her heart whilst she's like this. The underlying problem is her lack of self-confidence and I'm going to do something about that." "What do you have in mind?" I asked. "You'll see!" Valerie replied enigmatically. ----- The next evening I returned from work to find Valerie and Léa sitting on the balcony enjoying the evening sunshine, Valerie with a glass of chilled white wine, Léa with an Orangina. Léa was transformed. Her hair had been expertly cut in a gamine style that complemented her pixie face, its natural mousey-brown colour enhanced with subtle highlights. She was wearing make-up that emphasised her Audrey Hepburn eyes, applied with such skill and delicacy that it did not detract at all from her youthful freshness. She was wearing lipstick of a natural shade , her eyebrows had been lightly plucked and shaped and her nails manicured to perfection. She was wearing a plain, peach-coloured knee-length dress with a large belt that drew attention to her slim waist. Its understated elegance spoke of expert tailoring and it swayed seductively as she rose gracefully from her seat and walked across to greet me. She was beautiful and she knew it. Confidently, she took both of my hands in hers and said "Tom, I want to thank you properly for being so kind yesterday. I really do appreciate the way you looked after me." She stood on tiptoe and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
    2 points
  12. View File Chinese Girl Pants Wetting Now I'm not actually sure if this girl is Chinese since you never see her face, but it's from a Chinese porn site, so... Just a very straightforward pants wetting here. Sorry the video is horizontal! Submitter Nephron Submitted 10/09/2018 Category Female videos Clothing
    2 points
  13. The only thing THC does when it comes to the bladder is act as an anticholinergic and reduces the drive for the bladder to empty thus reducing urges. It does not manage the underlying infection which requires antibiotics.
    2 points
  14. The Human's Room

    The following story contains both male and female desperation and peeing. It is set on an extraterrestrial world inhabited by both humans and another humanoid species. The Human's Room ================ Toby and Kyrana had been talking for almost an hour. It was their first time spending any real time together, outside of some idle chatter before or after class, but the two were becoming fast friends—perhaps even more than friends. There was a time when that sort of thing would've been frowned upon, even scandalous. She with her blue skin and antennae, and he with his pink skin and funny ears. But their species weren't so different when you got down to it—two arms, two legs, a head. And people were a lot more forward thinking these days. In truth, no one there in the crowded dining hall of T'Naka College had even taken much notice of the mixed pair, except perhaps with a small measure of envy. What was college for, after all, if not for experimenting? And if there was to be an experiment, she couldn't have asked for a finer lab partner than Toby. He was tall and muscular, with a broad chest. It was probably safe to say that Human men tended to be superior in that regard to Mictaran men, and Toby was above average even for a Human. If you could get past the glaring lack of antennae, he was really quite handsome. And she was enjoying learning more about him. He'd grown up on a farm in the S'Rolpa district, as so many Humans had. And while one might have expected the life of a farmer to be mundane, it had already become clear that he had quite a few stories of a very different life than the one she'd known growing up. So much so, in fact, that she'd been ignoring a bit of discomfort in order to stay there to continue hearing those stories. Kyrana had taken no notice of the discrepancy, but whereas Toby had taken only small sips from a water glass that he hadn't even filled to capacity to start with, she had downed a large mug of tea as well as most of a glass of water. It wasn't altogether unusual for her to drink this much fluid with lunch, but normally she visited the restroom before eating, not after. Getting drawn into a conversation with Toby at the end of the previous class had interrupted that routine. The end result of this, of course, was that she could really do with a trip to the little Mictaran's room. But she couldn't very well interrupt their rhythm now. What if they never got it back again? And so Kyrana crossed her legs and ignored the growing fullness in her lower abdomen. When finally the time seemed to be approaching to say good-bye for now, Kyrana was determined to see him again. "A bunch of us are getting together at my dormitory tonight," she volunteered. "A few drinks, maybe some games, lively conversation—you can come if you want." "That sounds like fun," Toby smiled. "T'Para Hall," Kyrana explained, "room 201, say around 700." "I'll be there," he promised. With that it was time to say their goodbyes, and not a moment too soon for Kyrana. As much as she had been enjoying her newfound company, there was no denying that all that tea was rapidly making its way to her bladder. She acted nonchalant just long enough for Toby to take a few steps away before makig a beeline for the nearest restroom. That restroom was clear on the opposite side of the building, of course. And, it being the lunchtime rush, it was perhaps not surprising that she found both stalls occupied when she got there. But she waited patiently. Or as patiently as she could with a bladder that felt like it was full to the brim, ready to spill at the slightest jostle. Her antennae angled in opposite directions, as though trying to twist around one another if only they were long enough to reach. She rocked very gently, alternately extending each leg out to the side while her wait shifted to the other, her firm posterior bobbing side to side with the rhythmic holding pattern. Kyrana waited less than a minute, although it felt like more than that, before one of the toilets became available and she eagerly hustled in. A small spurt of urine escaped into her clothes before she could get into position. She crossed one knee in front of the other, her torso closer to horizontal than to vertical as she fought desperately to hold it in for just a moment longer. She held her breath, squeezing her sphincter tightly, as she pushed her pants down to her knees. Another spurt escaped during the fraction of a second that her exposed blue bum was still in midair. And then a powerful stream hissed as though ever fiber of her being were devoted in that moment to not only expelling the liquid from her body, but to putting as much distance between her and it as mictaranly possible. No more tea when chatting with hot guys, she thought to herself as her whole body seemed to sigh with relief. Toby, meanwhile, was approaching the building in which his next class would soon begin. Whereas most of the other students entered the building through the main lobby, presumably also on their way to their respective classes, Toby took a detour around to the back of the building. The local demographics shifted quickly as he rounded the structure. Whereas Mictarans were by far the majority on the campus (and, for that matter, the world), of the approximately 20 people lined up at the small shack there, every single one of them was Human. Toby glanced at his watch. 7 minutes until class. Not enough time to get through a line like that. This was no surprise, of course. On the contrary, Toby would've been surprised if he had in fact gotten an opportunity to relieve the slight tingling in his bladder. He'd pretty well forfeited that opportunity by taking such a long lunch with Kyrana. Still, you couldn't blame the guy for checking. He was about to sit down for a 3-hour lecture. It would've been nice to take a leak first. And so, after waving to acknowledge a friend around the middle of the line, Toby turned around, entered the classroom building, and climbed up the stairs toward the venue for the upcoming classic literature lecture. Perhaps it would have been more accurate to title the course classic Mictarian literature. The so-called "classic" period was a time before Humans had even arrived on this world, although that made little difference to Toby. His parents, his grandparents, his great-grandparents—everyone he'd ever known and everyone they'd ever known—had been born on Mictara. In truth, the stories that were passed down of a world called Earth seemed far more alien to him than Mictara did. It was said that Earth had a smaller companion, a "moon," that circled high above it, so massive that at night you could see it very clearly with only the naked eye. It sounded unsettling to Toby, as though one day it might just fall down and crush an entire continent. With dangers like that, it was little wonder that his ancestors had to find a new home. The base of Toby's penis tingled only moderately as he took his seat, signaling a bladder that was filling but not full. He'd be uncomfortable by the end of class, no doubt, but he wasn't particularly anxious about it. The reality was that Toby did without a midday pee more often than not. This was just another day in the life of a Human. And for the first half of the lecture, Toby managed mostly to forget the discomfort growing between his legs. "Let's take a ten minute break," the professor announced at about the hallway point of their three hours. Most of the students got up to stretch. Some congregated, smoking in the hallway. Some turned and headed toward the Mictaran toilets just around the corner, where they would no doubt find little to no wait. Toby envied then a little as getting up out of his chair served to hustle his bladder, calling his attention back to a bladder than was now moving past the merely tingling state. "Line count, sixteen," the Humans quietly passed the news amongst themselves. A couple of them made haste to join that queue before it got any longer. Sixteen wasn't a half bad count, but there was no way they'd be back without missing at least a little bit of the lecture. Not an ideal solution, but if they really had no choice but to go then at least the break reduced the amount of class time they'd to miss. Toby had certainly been in that position before. Sometimes, no matter how careful you tried to be to avoid it, you just had to piss. And whereas a Mictaran in sufficiently dire straits might be able to make do by slipping behind a tree or around a quiet corner, nature had been a bit less kind to the Humans. You see, for reasons that still weren't well understood, even after well over a century of Humans living on Mictara, Human urine was simply fundamentally incompatible with this planet and the life on it. For decades after their arrival, Humans were effectively confined to their village, the only place in the world with a waste management system that could break their urine down into something harmless. It must've seemed for a while there that no substance found on Mictara could withstand contact with Human urine. It would burn through anything it touched, seep into the ground and kill nearby plants, even imbue the air with an acid gas if left standing for any period of time—although this was, admittedly, difficult to do when the fluid so readily burned through its container. As the Humans spread out to tend enough farmland to sustain themselves, stories tell of as many as four or five households sharing a single toilet facility built of what little Earth metal they'd brought with them from their old world. Eventually, of course, the correct metallurgy was developed, and Human-compatible toilets could be built from local materials. But to this day it was an expensive process that easily cost twenty times that of building a comparable Mictaran toilet—more, if you counted all the testing and paperwork that went into certification. At first, the few Human students in attendance at T'Naka used to walk to school from the nearby Human housing, carefully metering their water intake to get through the day's classes and get home before their bladders reached their limits. But, as Human enrollment at the college increased (to the chagrin of some Mictarans who didn't think very highly of their children learning alongside "Poison Pissers"), the incident rate started to climb. Trees and shrubs died. Buildings incurred costly structural damage. Sometimes the offenders were caught and held responsible for the damages, but unless someone witnessed the act, it was hard to build a strong legal case. Eventually, the administration had little choice but to find the money to install a Human-safe toilet. The shack out back was the first on campus. In the present day, a second one had come to exist in the basement of T'Linka Hall. Sometimes called "the Human hall" by Mictarans and Humans alike, T'Linka was the smallest and oldest of the five dormitories on the T'Naka campus. The basement bedrooms housed the campus's first Human resident students, who paid a modest "sanitation" fee on top of the regular housing fees paid by Mictaran residents. Eventually, the entire building filled with humans. Overfilled, in fact. Whereas the building was originally equipped with three Mictaran toilets to service its full capacity of intended occupants, they were now crowding three Humans into bedrooms built for two, with still just the one Human-rated toilet to serve all of them. The Mictaran restrooms still remained, for the most part, still used by the Humans for non-urinary activities. At least they didn't have to stand in line to brush their teeth. In any event, Toby passed the latter half of his lecture in an increasing state of discomfort. He tucked his penis down between his legs. It helped to keep his member stowed securely. Somehow, a penis that felt like it was flapping around in the breeze always seemed to have a harder time understanding why it couldn't just let loose—an instinct that probably served his species better back on Earth than it did here. By the time the literature lecture ended, Toby was definitely looking forward to a visit to the little Human's room. That didn't mean he could proceed directly to the toilet now, of course, for as much as a Mictaran in the same position would've thought that to be the obvious solution. Toby had a schedule to keep, and he wasn't about to be late to Kyrana's because he'd spent half an hour in line pursuing an unscheduled leak. He had time for precisely one pee between now and his visit with Kyrana, and the later that pee happened the later he'd need to go again—and, therefore, the later he could stay with her. It wouldn't very well do to interrupt their time together just because he needed a wee. So Toby proceeded to the dining hall, grabbed himself a sandwich to eat whilst he walked, and proceeded to Human Hall to get on with the night's events. First and foremost, Toby had an essay due in the next morning's class. Thankfully, he'd already composed most of it and needed to do little more than convert his scribble to a proper typewritten document. Typewriting, at least, didn't require much clarity of thought in his distracted state. And distracted he most definitely was. Normally, in the absence of any midday relief, a much-needed pee would be at the top of his to-do list by this time of the evening. But normally Toby didn't have an invitation to the dormitory of a blue-skinned beauty with a body like no Human girl's. So Toby continued to typewrite. He started in a seated position. Then he advanced to a sort of semi-standing position with one leg resting on his seat while the other was planted on the floor. By the end, it seemed half the sentences were typed with only one hand, the other fidgeting uncomfortably with his troubled genitalia. It was a good thing his roommates weren't in. In total, he made a number of typographical errors along the way, pulling out correction tape for some of them, deciding he'd address others in the morning if there was time. Being done was more important than being perfect right now. Then it was time for a shower. At least this doesn't involve waiting in line too, Toby thought as the water washed down his muscled chest, some of it running down his abdomen and across the length of his penis before dropping to the drain. It rather looked like he was peeing, a somewhat cruel reminder of what he very much wanted to be doing right now. He squeezed his penis for a moment, lifting his left leg as though trying to adjust the pants he was no longer wearing, took a slow breath, and continued. This wasn't the first time that water cascaded over his body while he fought the urge to make water of his own. But if he were to be completely honest right now, Toby might admit that he was starting to get a little anxious. Perhaps it would've been wiser to be a little late to Kyrana's party. He knew his limits pretty well, and he knew he wasn't there yet. But there was always a certain unpredictability to this sort of thing. Some days, the body just seemed determined to make more pee than others. And right now Toby was rolling the dice to see just how quickly his body went from bad to worse. And there was a fair amount at stake. Having an accident was, after all, rather a big deal for a Human. And property damage was only the half of it. When one Human made a mistake, it made all of them look bad. And so there was some level of caution that they all expected each other to exert. Toby tried to finish his shower as quickly as possible. This wasn't the time to worry about scrubbing behind his ears. Having turned off the water, Toby toweled off his genitals quickly and then wrapped his lower body. He'd learned to bring a second towel for the rest of his body under circumstances like these. He didn't need the air nipping at his penis any longer than necessary. With just enough time left on the clock, Toby was finally dressed and in the queue for his first pee in about twelve hours. He chatted amiably with his linemates. Occasionally you'd see someone with their nose in a book whilst in line, trying to attend to their studies, but for the most part it was too distracting a place to get any real work done. In a way, the queue was the social center of the dormitory. It was here that they talked about their days, traded tips on how to succeed in their classes, grumbled about their professors, and made plans for the weekends. On a bad day, that queue might get thirty people deep or more, which made for quite the social interchange but would not have done any favors for a young man who had prioritized his pursuit of a young woman over emptying his bladder for a bit longer than he should have. Fortunately for Toby, today was not one of those days. It wasn't long before he found himself at Kyrana's dormitory. It was a small, intimate affair. Kyrana, a few of her friends, some of their significant others. Toby was the only Human in attendance, but Kyrana stayed close and was careful to involve him in the conversation. Especially with a few drinks to lubricate the interaction, Humans and Mictarans weren't really so different from one another. They came from a somewhat different background with somewhat different life experiences, but their two peoples had lived alongside each other for a century. They'd come a long way from the early years in which Mictaran parents used to tell their children to stay clear of the Humans, that if you looked at them the wrong way they were liable to sneak up on you in your sleep and pee on you—either to permanently brand you with a symbol of shame so that other humans would know what you had done, or simply to burn you to death, depending on how gruesome the teller of this tall tale was feeling at the time. In truth, of course, there was no documented case of such an attack ever happening. No talk of that sort arose on that evening. In fact, no one directly said the words Human or Mictaran at all. For that night, they were all just people who enjoyed drinking together. Toby, of course, had to be careful not to enjoy the drinking too much. Whereas the others all excused themselves at one point or another to visit the toilet (some of them multiple times), Toby had no such luxury. He allowed himself one drink per hour. But the Mictarans had no sense of how alcohol affected a Human anyway. For all they knew, that was the Human equivalent of their larger imbibements. Even at his measured pace, though, that was five drinks by the time people started to disappear to go to bed. Five drinks in and nothing out. One didn't have to be a biology major to understand why Toby was beginning to look forward to getting back to Human Hall. He was just about to say good-bye and thank you for the invitation when Kyrana threw a wrench in his plan. "Have you ever had a K'Tarian Sunrise?," she asked him. "No," he answered honestly. "What's in it?" "I've got the ingredients in my room," she smiled. "Come on, I'll make you one." Toby wavered for a moment. Another drink was not entirely what his body needed right then. But Kyrana seemed disappointed at his hesitation. This wasn't about the drink. He'd been invited to her room, her private space. It was a significant gesture. "Well, maybe just a small one," he agreed. And so she led him up to her room and unlocked the door for him. "Have a seat on the bed," she told him, "I'll be back in two minutes—I just have to pee really bad, sorry." Kyrana curtseyed with a slightly pained look on her face—whether from bursting to pee or from being so rude as to leave her guest unattended, Toby didn't know. She disappeared down the hall as Toby went inside. Toby really could've done with a trip to the little Human's room himself. But that would've been at least a twenty-minute round trip, and that was assuming there was miraculously no line. No, Toby had every intention of being there when Kyrana returned. It was quite a nice room, too. Toby had never realized how much better the accomodations were in the other dormitories. Far from the overcrowding of the Human dorm, where three beds were squeezed awkwardly into a space they barely fit, this dorm evidently had sufficient vacancies for Kyrana to enjoy a private room entirely to herself. He didn't have to wait for her very long. The perks of being Mictaran, Tony thought as his bladder pulsed slightly in objection to the inequality. Kyrana handed Toby a Sunrise. He took a sip to be polite. It was actually pretty good. "That's a very interesting flavor," Toby remarked, setting the drink down so that he wouldn't be tempted to overdo it. Toby did his very best to continue the conversation for another twenty minutes or so before he could no longer delude himself about it being time to leave. This was the second time today that his bladder had felt like it was stretched to its limit in the name of getting to know Kyrana. He'd gotten to know her now, and burning a whole through her mattress wasn't going to earn him any points. "I should really get going," Toby told her, "Thank you for a lovely evening." "You don't want to finish your Sunrise?," Kyrana looked a little disappointed. "It's delicious, but I, uh... really shouldn't have any more alcohol tonight," he responded with a slightly evasive version of the truth. Despite the fact that Kyrana had essentially made the same admission when they first got to her room, Toby couldn't quite bring himself to admit to her that he too had to piss out all those beverages he'd taken in. Humans didn't talk about such things with Mictarans. Humans didn't give them any reason to think that they couldn't be trusted to contain themselves while walking about in civilized society. It was okay if a Mictaran needed to pee. It wasn't okay if he did. "But we should do something again," Toby added quickly, recognizing that it was his turn to do the inviting. "Lunch tomorrow?," he asked. "That sounds great," Kyrana smiled and kissed him good-bye. Her lips made the most electric sensation against Toby's. He'd never felt anything like it before. Back outside, the cool night air didn't do him any favors as it permeated his thin clothes and tickled at his private regions. He wasn't normally out and about so late at night. The Humans usually congregated in their own dorm, for obvious reasons. He'd have to remember to bring warmer clothes next time. Arriving at Human Hall, Toby wasted no time in proceeding directly to the basement. Things were really getting bad. This was worse than in the shower earlier. He was running out of time, and he knew it. There were only three people ahead of him in line--which, even so late at night, was an unusually agreeable turn of events. He thanked his lucky stars as he took careful steps to join the line. "Where have you been?," Alara, in her pajamas, eyed him suspiciously. "Party," Toby replied briefly, resisting the urge to fidget while he was the subject of scrutiny. "A Mictaran party?," her eyes widened. She lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned in to ask the obvious follow-on. "With alcohol?!" "A little bit," Toby admitted, trying to sound calm and cool and not about to piss himself. The Humans were a bit divided in their opinions about alcohol. Some thought it was okay as long as you were careful. Some thought that anything that unnecessarily increased demand for the toilet showed a disregard for the shared resource and a cavalier attitude toward accidents. Still, it wasn't as though that basement had never seen a Human party with alcohol. "Looks like it was a good night for it too," Toby remarked, gesturing at the two people in front of her. "The line is nice and short." "True," Alara conceded, seemingly slightly annoyed that Toby's indiscretion was so fortuitously timed. Perhaps some part of her wanted to see him dance, see him admit he'd misjudged the situation, see him ask if he could please please please cut in front of her just this once and he'd never drink alcohol again. But Toby was determined to at least pretend that he was in control. And it was quickly growing harder to keep up the charade. Toby tried to take a slow, deep breath to calm himself. Alara looked away for a moment, distracted by someone emerging from the bathroom. Toby seized the opportunity to adjust his penis without her noticing. There were now only two more people ahead of him in the line—Alara and another girl. Just a few more minutes, Toby told himself. He was almost there. But almost wasn't good enough. Toby had to piss. Now. He felt it slip past his sphincter and into his long urethra. He tried to squeeze himself in a desperate bid to keep it in just a moment longer, but it was too late. A faint sizzling sound emanated from his pants. A hole the size of an eraser head burned through his pants, the result of the tiniest drop escaping his control. "Maybe you don't have the alcohol as under control as you thought," Alara told him with the faintest tone of superiority. But she wasn't without sympathy. Waiting was hard sometimes. They'd all been there. "Priority," she announced softly to the girl ahead of her as she pushed Toby gently to the front of the line, saving Toby the embarrassment of having to explain the situation himself. Arguments over the exact rules might erupt from time to time, and there was undoubtedly some sense of shame associated with being in that predicament, but virtually every Human was agreed on the basic premise: You could argue about how they got into that situation later, but while the emergency was at hand, anyone losing containment had priority over the queue. Later that night, Toby sat on his bed, sewing a new patch over the crotch of his pants. In sophisticated circles, one tried to make it look like a stylistic adornment on the pants, a deliberate embellishment. But at the end of the day most Humans had evidence of some sort of repair work at the center of most of their trousers. As if their skintone and their funny noses didn't make them stand out enough in Mictaran society, they had to walk around in clothes that announced to the world that they weren't even in control of those funny looking bodies. Alara was right, though, and Toby knew it. Next time, he chided himself silently, I have to go easier on the alcohol.
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  15. One of my online friend came up with this. It is her secret, most erotic fantasy. It has a great deal of omorashi so, I post it here, but if it isn't your taste, please ignore. Here goes:
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  16. I wanted to go for more of a schoolgirl look this time!! Sorry, I know it doesn’t look like I wet as much this time, but the skirt probably absorbed a lot of it, plus I was leaking before I could even get the outfit on Hope you enjoy!
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  17. Hello i'm new here! English is not my first language by far, so excuuuuuuse me for a sukcy grammar. I recently bought graphics tablet and tried to figure out how it all works. I still don't get how to color anything, but i'm getting better at these fancy computer programs. I'm easel painting master and teacher(second education) but i haven't worked with tablets much. So i spent some days drawing scetches, hope you'd like it. There are couple of traps, many lolis (all legal of course), one ageplay(or not), and one regular girl, if you don't like some of those i warned you. Also one of them 16+ish. The first one i did. I think she's Kuudere, best hair i did in my opinion. Random loli in pantyhose, the pose is quite dynamic, i dig. The most boring one i did, so... don't play sports with glasses on i guess... He's super cute! Although you can fairly say that the pose is cliche. The cleanest one i did. I dont know what kind of spirit entered me, usually i draw pretty messy. Otherwise i think the pose is just strange. I find this one very hilarious! I think she's some kind of kindergarden bully who forces everyone around her to slam against her crotch. Also that girl on the bottom has time of her life. The last one and definitely "Best face" winner, i believe it's adorable. Also that probably counts for a fear wetting. Hugs from behind is indeed scary, i can relate to that guy. Thank you for your attention! If you liked some of those let me know, maybe i'll try to make more but in color. Peace!
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  18. I still live with my parents. I tend to hear voices well ,at least i think that those sounds are voices(like that they arrived home)when i'm home alone and wearing a diaper. And of course i don't want to get caught. I also tend to hear these when i just simply masturbate. And sometimes(but very rarely) i hear them if i don't do these and just simply home alone. DO you also encounter these things if you're afraid to get caught or is it just me?
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  19. Hello, there used to be a great xtuber by the name of mynameisrosegold. Unfortunately, her xtube was taken down. Would anyone be so kind as to lend the forum her old videos?
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  20. Anybody know what anime this is from?
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  21. Zone Pink

    Well, I'm also curious, so I vote 4 inb4 her bladder literally explodes from within her, she dies and we lose instantly
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  22. Lol Nice what a excellent chapter
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  23. I have often thought about this i was very anxious as a child and one of the ways this presented was that I had a massive fear of wetting myself at school- this never happened once I was old enough to realise that I had a rather large bladder and a very good ability to hold I started to hold for pleasure and also to wet myself when I had the opportunity! I think this was my empowered way of saying “fuck you!” To my anxiety! as a teenager I had started to enjoy seeing others peeing and the. This developed to finding desperation. In others a real turn on
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  24. I had just watched eight of the twelve girls in those two cages as they peed. I tried to guess which of the others might be the next to piddle. Probably not Valerie, or Caroline, I thought. Ellie and Mira both looked as if they were beginning to wonder if it was time to give in to the inevitable. Mira went to the edge of the cage and beckoned to the closest guard. He stepped towards her. She said something. He nodded, walked to the bag of sawdust, scooped a quantity into his hands and took it over to her. Head down – she did not want to make eye contact with anyone – she put it down in the far corner of her enclosure. She made a small bowl in the middle of it. Then she squatted low over it and began to piss a fierce stream into it. Her wee pooled in it and the foamy liquid swirled round, mixed with the sawdust. A little stream escaped from the pile of sawdust and she had to move her foot out of the wetness. She kept peeing, knees apart so she could watch that she remained on target. When she finished she just stood up and walked back to her previous place, without looking back. Ella was still sitting on the bench, looking up at the roof and jiggling her knees. She seemed determined to hold on a while longer. I was then distracted by a loud splashing noise behind. I turned to see, in another cage, that a tall, thin, blonde was casually peeing, hands on knees, hosing the floor behind her heels. She was one of the girls who seemed to have got used to the idea of pissing like a farmyard animal, just unselfconsciously releasing the contents of her bladder when she needed to, without taking any notice of where she was or who was watching her. A couple of the others in her cage had expressions of disapproval. It seemed that they thought she had let standards slip too far. I did wonder just what they imagined they might do when they next had to pee. Perhaps call for a maid to bring a screen and chamber pot? Or receive indulgence to take themselves away to a private place? No, they would find themselves publicly using the wooden floor as their toilet yet again. Something had amused the urinating blonde. She had a lovely smile. I asked her name; Talia. She apologised that she had just started peeing and was unable to stop. If I didn’t mind waiting for her to finish she would come over and chat in a moment. I told her I was happy to wait and asked her if she minded me watching while she pissed. She didn’t mind. She was proud of her figure – rightly so – and offered to show me her cunt. I didn’t get a chance to argue, she turned her bum so I could see from behind the lips of her pussy and her pee pouring out of them. Her pee died away and stopped. She remained in position, and announced there was a bit more. Indeed there was. Another gush poured out and splashed loudly on the floor behind her and then she was finished. Talia did a little curtsey to me and came over to talk. She had been born a slave in a large house – I was able to have a good guess at whose – and expected to be a household slave in a similar house once she was sold. She had a good idea what the future contained for her. She wanted to be bought by a kind family. She knew how to serve food and drink. I asked for and she gave me a demonstration with imaginary servings. This involved a lot of bending over and swaying her hips as she walked. She was of course showing off her slim waist, long legs and fine figure. I wondered if she was hoping to influence who her new master might be. I bade her farewell, and visited another cage where a slave had just caught my eye. Sophia was her name; she had wavy brown hair that flowed half way down her back and hazel eyes. She was edging sideways towards the edge of the bench on which she was sitting when I first spotted her. By the time I arrived, she was sitting on the left edge, leaning in and supporting her weight on her right arm. She raised her left leg slightly and began peeing on the floor, squirting her stream sideways and down over the top of the back of her inner thigh. Her pee gushed and sprayed messily, with several little rivers running from her lips over her skin in the curve between buttock and thigh. With her left hand she reached behind and pulled open the lips of her pussy to release a free flow. The pressure quickly fell away and her full stream then ran over her skin to the top of the waterfall. Sophia kept facing the other direction whole time she was pissing, chatting casually to the naked girl sitting beside her. Soon the flow died away to nothing and she sat up straight as if nothing had happened. I wandered on from there. I noticed Chloe, a dark haired girl in anther enclosure who seemed to be standing strangely still in a slightly stiff pose. Then I spotted the puddle that had just started to appear around her foot. Looking slightly higher I could she that she was urinating on the inside of her thigh, and the pee was streaming down her leg. Chloe remained entirely still, apart from the liquid flickering in the gap between her thighs for the whole time it took her to empty her bladder, pee streaming down her leg. When at last she had finished she visibly relaxed and stepped out of her puddle and away from it as if it were nothing to do with her.
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  25. Becky, of course! ? lesbian jean pee.mp4
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  26. How about a haiku? For example, Bare toes in soft sand Blue bikini, spreading warmth Dark sand, sweet relief
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  27. The Germophobe Conundrum (150 words) "Stop being a germophobe!"" I'm not!" "You hopped from foot to foot, dashing for the toilet the moment you came home. Because you refused to use the school toilets. In primary school!" "I like clean toilets!" "The trek will last 8hours, and you'll have to stay hydrated" "I have an enormous bladder" He did. His bestfriend gave up the argument. Sitting in gridlocked traffic, he regretted it. 12 well-hydrated hours later, he would welcome an opportunity to use the filthiest washroom. Instead, he is stuck in a bus with no toilets. An hour later, 15hrs after his morning pee, they reach the office. With a baseball sized wet patch on his crotch. The office toilets would save him, but the building is locked. He waddles to his car, leaving a trail of yellow drops. He tries valiantly, but the 1hr drive home is the straw that breaks the camel's back.
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  28. I remember her. I had talked her before she deleted her account, I guess she was fed up with all the creeps trying to find out where she lived and making such demanding requests. Its too bad.
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  29. I think its time to add some more hopefully not too many reposts
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  30. Weed is great for lots of things and I self-medicate with it daily for other things, but it is no substitute for antibiotics. I had a bladder infection a few weeks ago and with how much I smoke, I definitely would have noticed it if the weed had any effect. It didn't. I'd still go see your doctor to be safe. I find the same thing if I smoke during a hold, though (and I do a lot). For me, it allows me to feel the good sensations without so much of the annoyance sensation. Then, when the high wears off, I get super extra desperate kind of out of nowhere, which is really fun too.
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  31. God damn, I always knew about Knees and Werediapers, but fucking TILE PANELS
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  32. it depends on the situation if im out: il hold it until i cant hold and maintain my composure at the same time then il wet myself if im at home alone: il hold it until it starts to hurt, then sit with my legs slightly apart and hands by my side until i finish wetting my diaper if im at home with company: same as if im out
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  33. Let me introduce you to a little website called HD Wetting, which has literally hundreds of these kinds of videos. If for whatever reason you don't want to join the site, it still may be worthwhile to keep your eye on the daily free video page.
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  34. Damn I have to pee really bad. I feel it in my bulging bladder and in my penis especially at my pee hole. I ignored it for a few hours , then have fun with it testing the limits of my sphincter.
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  35. Part 2: I couldn’t contain my excitement after hearing Nishmi mention Shivani’s little problem. I quickly stammered with the bro-iest drunk voice, “Oh like what!?! Wait what? When has she like done something like that before?” As Nishmi started to try and answer my question, Shivani started to fake cry, but it just made Nishmi laugh harder. Its hard to describe the chitter of hindi and english that exploded into a chaos of emotions between the two sisters, but I learned from Nishmi that Shivani used to have a really bad bed wetting problem when she was a kid and she had relapsed for a year or two when she was 16 and 17. Also, that Nishmi and Shivani’s younger sister Diva would always make fun of Shivani for her yellow stained underwear. Nishmi claimed that from the age of 7 to 13, every pair of Shivani’s panties where stained yellow at the crotch from her little issue. Shivani very firmly denied that every pair of her underwear was stained back then, she said that she used to have a problem leaking when she laughed too hard and it didn’t happen that much, but she did admit to having wet the bed a lot, but insisted that she hasn't wet the bed since she was back in India. Nishmi chuckled at Shivani's last comment and then casually replied, "Oh really, never ever since India, huh, tell Doug about why you don't drink alcohol?" Shivani let out a defeated groan and sank meekly in my lap as Nishmi told me about the first time Shivani had alcohol in the US at 22 or 23. Supposedly both girls were living with their parents and they got some beer and vodka and drank secretly after their parents went to sleep one night. The next day their mom found Shivani and her bed soaked and their mother supposedly went ballistic after eventually getting Shivani to confess to drinking alcohol. During this last story Shivani just sulked defeated in my lap and I knew she had taken enough. I knew Nishmi was going to share more specific details about Shivani’s issues in Secondary School next, and believe me, I was curious, but at this point Shivani was basically manically angry at her sister, devastated, and extremely embarrassed by every story Nishmi told me about her past bladder issues. Plus, I realized that the reason Shivani had jumped into my lap and demonstrated so much affection to me in front of Nishmi. It was her way to plead with her sister to not tell me anything. Even though I don’t speak hindi, I knew Shivani had been relentlessly begging her sister to not tell me about her weak bladdered past. I told them both to be quiet, before Nishmi could continue, with more authority in my voice than I expected. They both fell silent for a moment and I said, “Nishmi, thats enough! Shivani has been embarrassed enough for one day.” I cusped Shivani’s cheek with my hand and stared affectionately into her eyes before I continued, “Shivani, relax, stop letting your sister goad you so much. I love you just the same even though you sometimes have a weak bladder. Your still just as sexy too me as you were before.” She kept the same frown, but I could really see immense relief in her eyes. I finished with, “Alright?”. She smiled at this and grabbed the hand that had been cusping her cheek and kissed it before she buried herself in my arms for a big hug. I felt really horrible as I held her, I began to realize that she hadn’t been embarrassed about the conversation so much as she thought that my learning about her past bladder issues in combination with her recent accident would affect our relationship and/or my attraction to her. I had been selfish in not putting an end to Nishmi's stories earlier. I looked over at Nishmi and could tell that she still really wanted to get in another insult or taunt, but she surprisingly fully complied with my demand to end the mockery and zipped her lips. I am not sure if she did this because she had never seen me angry before or if she just respected my authority as a man/her sisters boyfriend. But Shivani looked at me like I was her prince in shinning armor as Nishmi finally shut up about the issue and changed the subject to some gossip she had heard at temple last weekend. After a couple minutes, Shivani got out of my lap and started walking down the hall, her sister asked her where she was going. Shivani just looked back and gave her a stern look before heading to the bathroom while her sister held in some giggles. When we heard Shivani reach the bathroom and close the door, her sister started laughing. Her laugh made me laugh and I told her that it wasn’t that funny. But even in my drunken state, I sat there confused as to why on earth Shivani was peeing so much. She never had this overactive of a bladder in any past situation. I thought back to earlier accident at my apartment and it hit me. She had a really bad UTI (Bladder Infection). I had stopped using condoms with her recently since she was on the pill. I realized that during the week when she was staying in my apartment, every time I got home from the “Some Sport I practice to stay in shape” I would eat whatever Shivani had made me for dinner and then proceed to plow her without having taken a shower. I would throw on some pajama bottoms after sex and watch Netflix with her on the coach for a couple of hours then I would pick her up and toss her on the bed and go again. She loved my smell and I loved hers, we really just fell in line with each others chemistry. Shivani loved my scent so much that before she went home after the weekend, she would take one of my dirty shirts home in her purse. She slept with my shirt at night so she could smell me during the week at her parents house. I had just been showering in the morning as I was not self-conscious about my smell with her after sweating for an hour at the “Some Sport I practice to stay in shape”. But I was sure that my lackluster hygiene had led to her UTI. I didn’t dare tell Nishmi that Shivani had a UTI. As far as Nishmi was concerned(in my mind at least), Shivani was still a virgin. But I definitely needed to fess up to Shivani on the ride home, so that she could schedule a doctors appointment asap. To Be Continued
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  36. 280 characters, 54 words: She wants to pee but the cab is waiting. Pee later he says. Last seats at the crowded bar - move & you lose your place. Twisting her legs into a pretzel, she endures. Cleaner toilets in the cafe he says. Bursting, she still waits. Out of order, says cafe owner. She pees her pants
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  37. Two other girls in Runa’s cage who were also having to use their hands to try to hold in their pee were Zaza, tanned, with shoulder length straight black hair and Nikita, pale skinned, with long, wavy honey-blonde hair that reached half way down her back. They also decided they could hold on no longer and copied Carla in squatting to wee. Nikita pissed a chaotic, irregular stream that wet both her buttocks and fell in a dramatic waterfall of pee as if from a multitude of sources. Zaza pissed a neat, precise stream with such force that Emma and Valerie, two other girls in the cage, had to step quickly aside as she was spraying them with droplets of pee splashing from the wooden floor. Across in Chiara’s cage a willowy brunette named Luna was also losing control. She was squeezing her thighs together and bending her knees and waist as she drank. With her left hand she reached from behind to try to press closed the lips of her vulva. Drinking triggered a leak from the other end and a gentle stream of pee began to run down the backs of her legs to pool around her heels. Now her beaker was empty she urgently tapped it on the arm of another girl, Ellie, who first looked irritated, then saw that Luna was pissing down her legs and took the beaker. Luna immediately bent her knees and parted her thighs. She was no longer obstructing the flow and her piss gushed out of her and splattered on the boards behind her. Luna slowly lowered herself while she continued urinating so she ended up squatting, almost sitting in her own puddle. Still the drinks kept arriving. The girls who had just emptied their bladders – and the others – had to accept a fourth drink. And after that four more rounds arrived in quick succession. I guessed that all of them must have quickly taken on more than two pints. Kaira, in Chiara’s cage was the next girl we saw peeing. She had been the first to protest about her involvement in a drinking contest. She had looked then as if she badly needed to go and now looked completely desperate, kneeling on the floor with both hands rubbing her groin. She must have decided that there was no point fighting for control any longer. She carefully removed her hands and laid them on her lap. Delicately biting her lip she looked left and right. Then looking straight ahead her face showed a distant expression. She had moved the focus of her concentration to that private space between her legs, where she carefully relaxed her grip. She must have been intending to wee gently, just letting her pee trickle quietly from her. Perhaps, she thought, it might just seep through the gaps in the floor boards without anyone noticing her going to the toilet in front of them. But she was too full to get away with relieving herself in such a delicate lady-like manner. Once her pee began running freely out of her body she felt an uncontrollable urge to push it out and it began splashing and squirting below her. She heard the loud hissing noise, realised her peeing was no secret and felt her pretty, freckled face turn red. She put her head in her hands as we watched a trickle run out from under her pert little bum and quickly spread into a large glistening puddle around her haunches. Neither of the warriors was looking uncomfortable yet. In Chiara’s cage two of the girls, Ellie and Mira both looked like women who needed to pee, but Caroline seemed more relaxed. Valerie, in the other cage, also seemed much less fidgety than Emma, who was sitting on the bench jogging her legs up and down. Emma, with her copper-golden hair, was the next to go to the toilet on the floor. She just decided that it was time to pee, walked unhurriedly into a corner of the cage, arms by her sides, turned, closed her eyes, elegantly squatted and then let it flow. She kept her eyes closed the whole time she was pissing. Perhaps she felt that she was somewhere private if she could not see those whose eyes were on her. She remained serenely still as she emptied herself, her line of pee briskly playing on the floor between her toes. Even when she had finished, Emma kept her eyes lightly closed while she gracefully rose to her feet, opening them only to step forward from her puddle. She didn’t look down. It was as if she had gone to a different place to pee.
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  39. 5 hours since her last pee. 3 hours after she had after she had started needing to pee. 1hr after she thought she's desperate. 2 litres of fluids in her; 3 if you count her morning coffees. She was definitely at a 9.9/10 and losing the battle with her bladder.Tears welled up in her eyes as she entered the conference room and locked the door behind her. Oh, bless those curmudgeonly old men who had decided to install locks on the conference room doors, for their "highly confidential executive meetings". She could at least suffer her losing battle in private. She jammed both her hands in to her crotch and bent forwards. She was in trying so so hard to keep the pee locked in her bladder. But though she clenched all her muscles, she knew it was a lost cause. She would die of embarrassment if she wet herself (and how would she ever explain it to her boyfriend?) But oh, what could she possibly do!?She stumbled towards her chair and sat on her heels. Her tight jeans were making the pressure unbearable. She unbuttoned the jeans and could immediately feel her bladder bulging outwards. Ahh, that gave some relief. She lightly brushed a hand against her bladder - it was harder than the desk. The abortive trip to the bathroom had increased her desperation to a level she didn't even know existed. It was as if her body had already started relaxing in anticipation of release, and refused to tolerate the denial of relief. Oh, if only she had admitted her condition and tried to cut the line, or use the men's room. Now she was stuck for at least another hour without relief, and if she leaked any more her jeans was sure to show a wet spot. No, a 28-year old just doesn't piss herself - no matter the pressure.Digging her heels against her pee-hole, and unzipping her jeans completely, provided her with some relief and enough composure to join the audio conference with her client and her boss.---While her boss was finishing up the introductions, Mary was desperately looking all around the room for a solution to her problem. She knew she had about 10minutes before she was expected to take over. She absolutely must do something to get relief before she began. Her bladder was potruding out of her body - she didn't even know bladders could distend to such an extent - and she was in absolute agony. She couldn't think straight, much less conduct a customer meeting.While peeing in the trash can would be plain gross, and she would never do that to the cleaners, she was under no illusion that she'll survive another hour without incident, even sitting on her heel. She simply must pee right now. Somewhere. Anywhere.Her eyes landed on the stack of paper napkins on the desk, and one of the abandoned (and empty) Starbucks cup from her morning coffee run. She had an idea. Not a good one, but desperate times call for desperate means. The pee would come out, against her will if she didn't so something fast. And no way could she have a meeting with a client in this state of distress. She knew it was disgusting, but she also knew it was her only hope.Her boss was almost finished, and she didn't have much time. She pulled at her jeans, the tight material taking forever to come down over her hips, as she squrimed and pee danced, hampering her efforts to pull down the jeans. She sank in to a squat behind the desk, and could barely wait to pull her panties out of the way, and the coffee cup in position before a stream of pee trickled out of her bloated bladder. It hit the cup with a low hiss, and she could feel its warmth through the thin cup.She immediately tried to clamp her flow, but it was a good 20 seconds before she managed to stop. The Tall cup was almost full, and she had managed to stop just in time. Oh, if only this was a Venti! Her bladder was still hard, and bulging outwards, as if she were in the early months of a pregnancy. However she was thankful for small mercies. She still needed to pee like a race horse, but at least she might make it through without wetting herself like a toddler!She quickly put the lid back and pulled her panties back up. She shoved a bunch of paper napkins in her panties. Gross? Yes? This whole business was. But though she was determined to not let even a single drop leak for the duration of the meeting, this way, if she failed, the damage would be contained. She hoped. She will dispose the coffee cup in the restrooms later. Right now, she had a client to awe. She didn't bother trying to button her jeans up. She knew it would put too much pressure on her bladder. She was barely under 9/10, even though she had filled the cup. She pushed her heel against her pee-hole and settled down just in time to hear her manager say "Mary, why don't you take us through your ideas?" ---------- For the next 30 mins, she managed to not leak. She constantly squirmed around, alternately jamming her hand and her heel against her pee-hole. Concentrating on the meeting was proving very difficult in her situation, but she did her best. Worst of all, her throat was dry as the Sahara. She gulped a few mouthfuls from her bottle, but her throat was so dry, she finished half the bottle before she forced herself to stop. It felt like the water went straight to her bladder, and not all the pressing was enough to prevent a spurt escaping.She gave an inaudible groan, as the inevitable discussion started between her manager and the client once her part was some. 20mins more to hang on. Her spinchter was so tired! And now she didn't have the distraction of actually leading the meeting. She couldn't just get up and go pee - she had to field the occasional question - and that meant the next 20minutes would be pure torture for her bladder.It was beyond her ability to stop the occasional leaks and spurts, though she had twisted her legs in to pretzels and was pressing directly against her pee-hole. She could feel her muscles giving up, drops of urine slowly leaking in to her urethra that she was unable to stop and the inevitable flood on its way. There were tears in her eyes. She couldn't have an accident - not after holding on for so long!10 minutes later, she was doing the unthinkable for the second time that day. As the pressure steadily built up, she had pulled her panties out of the way, and inserted a finger within herself to physically press just against her pee-hole. She used her fingers to massage herself, and that gave her some relief. She could feel her clit throb - whether in rhythm with the throbbing in her bladder or in response to her fingers she didn't know. It would be almost enjoyable if she wasn't bent double in pain, trying (and failing) not to wet herself. ----------And then she finally heard the magic words!"It was nice chatting with you today! We can sync up again next week". The call was ending. 5mimutes early! Hallelujah!Mary quickly said her goodbyes and ended the call. She needed to button up her jeans. But it didn't take her long to realize this was nearly impossible with the way her bladder was potruding out. The tissues she had wadded in through the last 30minutes were completely soaked by this point, and made it look like she was wearing diapers. The trash can looked more and more inviting, but she refused to go there. Instead she pulled up her jeans and zip as far as it would go, pulled her top down hoping to hide her potruding bladder and open jeans, and started waddling to the bathroom.-----Finally, finally she was there. As she turned the knob, she prayed for an open stall - waiting even 10 more seconds was impossible in her state. Luckilyfor her, the stall nearest to the door was open. As she entered her bladder gave out another spasm and she bent over, simultaneously crossing her legs, to control herself. She locked the door with one hand firmly pressed against her pee-hole through the lace panties and tore the jeans away.She thought about removing her panties, but that would require moving her hand, and she wasn't sure she could manage it. A gush of pee against her hand made her decision for her. She sat down on the toilet and let her bladder relax. After holding for so long, her muscles wouldn't relax properly, and she could manage only a trickling flow that slowly emptied her, tortuously slowly. The wad of tissues and panties made the pee spread around her bum cheeks, warming her as it went. It felt gross, but she couldn't stop even if she wanted to.She let herself pee like this for 30s, till she felt the pressure in her bladder reduce a bit and she wasn't in pain anymore. She cut her flow and inspected the damage. She finally removed her panties and realized they were not salvageable. Throwing them in the trash can along with the tissues, she quickly cleaned herself up using the toilet paper. She was still desperate to pee, and squirming, but she needed to feel clean first.After about a minute she was satisfied, and her bladder was spasming again. Finally she let it rip - the pee gushing out of her felt so good! She almost orgasmed just from the relief. After a minute of hard peeing, the pee rushing like a jetspray out of her urethra, her bladder had deflated and her stream reduced to a trickle again. She hadn't been able to bite back the contented moan that escaped her lips - oh, you didn't know bliss till you took a much needed piss, after being denied for hours! This was almost as good as sex! May be she should try this deliberately sometime, Mary thought. Not let it be as painful as today, but hold off peeing till she had amassed a gusher, and experience this orgasmic relief. The idea had its lure. She will have to think on this ... X-X-X-X-X-X-X Author's Note - And thus it ends :) Sorry if you were hoping for a wetting - I am more of a just-made-it guy. I have some idea of creating a sequel to this - probably Mary's boyfriend being desperate when he comes to pick her up ... Let me know if you would like a sequel. Also, constructive criticism on how to improve my writing will be most welcome!
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  43. i feel for share this wetting with you... i peed in my black crochet shorts few time ago so here pics!!
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  45. drawing that Bulma tribute got me in the mood to do some omo art of her as well, finally figured out a way to show her accident up close.
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