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  1. 6 points
    Things are slowly improving. Now, it's just exhaustion from the terrors of Retail in the Holidays..... Hopefully, Faust'll be back in the swing of things before Christmas. Faust apologizes for how long it's taking him to smooth out his situations.
  2. 2 points
    Hello! I haven’t been active on this site in awhile (I have cycles where I go in this site everyday, and where I go in this site once a month, I’m currently at the latter) but I’m excited to here we have a lot of new people since tumblr decided to commit financial suicide. A bit about me: I’ve been here a long time, but I don’t contribute much, as I’m more of an artist in theatre rather than writing/drawing. But, I had a very interesting experience, which was almost a dream of mine. (Warning, this story probably won’t get you off, but I really just needed to share it) Today, one of my closest (and most beautiful) friends Kate, asked me if I wanted to go with her to a fancy healthy resturaunt at a local college (15ish minutes from our High School). I tell her that my sister is gonna pick us up at the highschool, and then I’d take the wheel and drop my sister off at my house, and it would just be the two of us. So, the final bell rings at 2:30, and we go outside to get picked up by my sister. It’s lightly snowing, it’s very cold, and Kate’s wearing a plaid *short* skirt and a brown sweater. Some backstory on Kate: She’s a bubbly, cute, hot, adorable theatre geek with an angel’s voice. Dirty blonde hair, bigger than average chest, nice ass, and the most upsettingly attractive personality I know. Totally out of my league, but as a fellow theatre kid they are obliged to be my friend. I had a crush on her 2 years ago, which got me rejected. I relapsed and liked her again recently, and asked if there was something, and got another no. So, sadly, I will never get to have a romantic relationship, but we are extremely close friends. I drop my sister off at my house around 3:10ish, and then head to Dunkin Donuts, as my other friend asked for a coffee. So, I pull in the drive through and we wait. A while. We sit behind one car, who is currently ordering, which takes probably like 5 minutes. Then, finally, the car ahead of us pulls through, and we pull up. We wait for about two minutes, and then we here “we’ll be with you in a moment.” We proceed to wait, at least, another 5 minutes, before Kate proposes “Why don’t we just go in, I have to pee anyways.” Now this immediately sets off alarms in my head, as my extremely hot pseudo-crush has just announced to me that she has to pee, and bad enough to need to go now (she’s nowhere near shy, but she’s very polite and accommodating). So I pull out, we walk in, and I get in line to order. There’s only one or two people in front of me, and I am estatic when I see Kate come back from the bathroom after 30 seconds and say “somebody’s in there.” Whether her constant movement was her desperation or ADHD is anybody’s guess. Then a scruffy looking fella goes into the guys bathroom and Kate whispers to me “that’s just not fair.” 3 minutes later, she checks again, and then says to me “I can’t tell if someone’s in there or it’s locked.” So, I finally get up to order, and after I order, Kate asks the employee if the girls room is unlocked. The lady behind the counter tells her it is locked, and that she can go in the guys bathroom. Kate, reluctantly, agrees to the solution. We wait, and she apologetically says to me “I’d wait till the college if I could, but I really can’t.” Now the college is 15-20 minutes away from me, so I realize this is much more urgent than I previously thought. After a couple more minutes, she says, “Whatever let’s just go to the college.” I politely offer to stop along the way and whatnot, and she strainingly replies that she’ll be okay. And what is my luck, that we hit traffic along the way. Most of the ride is taken up by bumper to bumper traffic. Unfortunately (or fortunately) she did not seem to be squirming or grabbing herself, (but if she did I might’ve crashed due to distraction). Anyways, finally after 40 minutes, we finally make it to the college. We are parked in a parking garage, and the restaurant is about 2-3 blocks away. After about 10 second after the car, she exclaims “Shit I dripped.” I (partially confused by the word drip, and partially confused by what she meant by it) say “What?” She replies “I just dripped a bit.” And I get the idea. So immediately my mind is racing, mostly “oh my fucking god the hottest girl I know is leaking and telling me about it and there’s no bathroom for two blocks.” We start jogging to the restaurant, her jogging very stiff and frantic due to the cold and her bladder. And, unfortunately for me, she made it to the bathroom from there without any incident of my knowledge. I wish I could say I saw some evidence of partial wetting, or that she wet herself in my arms and I comforted her and kissed her, but this is real life. Regardless, this is the first time I have even heard a girl say she was leaking in real life, and god is it better than I ever imagined. I’m sorry if this wasn’t the best story, but it’s probably my most exciting one (excluding all the times my close cute friend has said “oh my fucking god I have to pee so fucking bad I’m literally gonna piss myself” to me as she continues to sit mostly still). Thanks for reading!
  3. 2 points
    "I love the way you squirm like that." Patches says, smirking. "It really shows off your hips." "Patches...I swear to god..." Julia groans, bobbing on the spot. "I will shoot you." "D-don't do that! Err, otherwise I can't help you out here." "You're not h-helping me now." Julia moans. "Pick a direction and move." Julia hisses. Patches smiles and cocks her hip. "I've been held captive a number of times in my life. Never seen someone this desperate to-" "PATCHES." "Okay, okay. The water tower's a nice place." Patches says, pointing into the distance. "You can see it's legs from here, the top of it fell off. Makes a great shelter. I've camped there loads of-" "GoodLetsGo." Julia says, cutting her off. "No time like the present. "Wouldn't mind seeing more of your legs." Patches says nonchalantly as she starts walking in the direction she pointed in. Julia frowns, following her onwards, with one hand wedged between her legs. "There aren't too many people around here." Patches says as the two walk on. "These forests are known for violent types, but recently the Warhogs have kinda driven them away. Not that they aren't violent." "So...c-couldn't I just pee here? O-on a tree or something?" "I wouldn't." Says Patches, looking back to see Julia hobbling along. "Pee smells, makes you easy to track. Especially if they find it when it's still warm." "W-wouldn't you want to see me undressed?" Julia asks, practically begging. "Oh I'd love to..." Patches says, grinning. "But I'd also quite like not seeing Warhogs again too soon. I'm sure I can look at you another time." "I doubt it..." Julia grumbles. "You can see me naked if you want." Patches says, taking her hoodie by the zipper lines and opening it. "I'm at your total mercy..." "Take this." "What?" "Here." Julia says, throwing her bag off her back and pushing it into Patches open chest. "C-carry this." "You're just gonna give me that?" Patches says, looking at it. Julia steps back, bending over and pressing her hands between her legs. "This has all your stuff in it." "I...I can't carry it right now. T-too heavy..." "But it has all your guns." "T-that's why it's so heavy" Julia hisses, bobbing on the spot. "L-let's go, dammit!" "But...I could just shoot you..." Patches says, looking up at Julia. Her face has gone quite red. "Look." Julia growls. "Shoot me or get walking." Patches plays with the bag a moment, taking the revolver out the side pocket. She cracks it forward, then closes it up again. "This is loaded." She says, looking back up. "You're just gonna trust me with this?" "Jessie. Patches. Listen." Julia spits out the words, looking up at her. "Just-" "Don't worry, Jules." Patches says with a smirk. "I won't shoot you. You're too cute to shoot!" She adds, laughing a little. She clicks the safety on, and slides the gun down the front of her skirt. "I'll let you take it back when you're done...Let's get walking, then!" The two walk on; Patches with a smile on her face, and Julia with an uncomfortable grimace on hers. "You've been quiet for a good five minutes." Patches says, stopping and turning around. "How are you holding up?" "Keep. Walking." Julia hisses. "I'm about to burst. KEEP WALKING." "Alright, alright, jeez." Patches says. She waits a moment before she moves. "I wanna walk behind you." "What?" Julia asks, looking up again. She fidgets furiously as she tries to keep herself dry. "Why?" "I like the way you poke your ass out." "Can you stop thinking about me for five seconds?" "With an ass like that?" "MOVE." "After you." Patches says, smirking deviously. Julia glares at her for a split-second, before groaning loudly and almost dropping to her knees. "What's wrong, Jules?" "I....Nnnnnn-Nothing!" She shouts. "I-m...fiiiinnnneee..." Julia's not fine however. Her bladder feels like a rock, practically fit to burst. Walking hurts. Standing hurts. Moving hurts. All she can think about is how much she needs to pee, and how much standing around is not helping. Every ounce of her energy is going into not soaking her pants at any moment, and talking to Patches is taking some of that energy away. All the while, Patches is busy trying to look at her backside and being generally unhelpful. "I can't." Julia starts. She yanks at the zipper on her pants. "I've gotta pee - I'm going here." "What? No!" Patches says, hopping over and trying to pull Julia's hands away. "You'll leave a trail! You'll get us both killed!" "I can't hold it!" Julia shouts. "It's the floor, or it's-" "No no no! Hold it Julia! You'll be fine!" Patches shouts back, holding up Julia's arms. "It's like five-" "Ack!" Julia shrieks, stepping back and thrusting her hands back. "W-what?" Patches exclaims, looking at her with a pale'd face. "A-are you okay?" "N-no...hnnnnnn...." "Hold it Julia." Patches says, stepping back. "You've got to-" "Hng!" Something hot shoots out down Julia's thighs. She goes bright red. One hot streak of liquid slides down her inner thigh, leaving a dark green stain on her pants. It trickles down to her knee before going still. "Haaaa..." Julia moans, leaning forward further. The relief from the spurt smacks her like a train. But she has to hold it back. She groans again, Stepping one foot forward as she puts all her effort into holding back and not falling to her knees. The wet streak on her pants begins to cling to her skin as it goes cold. The wet feeling of the fabric does nothing to help, only making the poor girl so much more desperate. Just to let out a little more... "Julia?" Patches says, concern thick in her voice. "D-don't let any more-" "Hck!" She groans, bending over again as more hot liquid erupts from her, quickly spreading around her hands, clenched around her body. A couple of drips splatter to the ground beneath her feet. The dark stain on her leg grows down further by a fair few inches. A tiny clear trickle of liquid emerges from beneath the leg of her pants, running down her ankle and under her heel, settling in the grass and leaves. She gasps out once more, looking up and opening her eyes. "y-you..." Patches starts, staring. "You just -" "Y-yes, I noticed." Julia hisses, still clutching herself. Her palms are soaked, and the fabric she's holding onto so tightly is warm and squishes. "Think you can hold the rest in?" "...no" "Well....try." Patches says, staring at the tiniest puddle by Julia's slightly damp foot. "That shouldn't be enough for the 'Hogs to go on, they don't have, like, piss detectors. Just...just hold the rest in." "Keep moving." Julia moans, staring down at her feet. A tiny wet puddle hugs her heel. She digs her toes into the dirt. "Yeah...err, let's go." The two walk on into the woods. Julia's more comfortable initially, but it isn't long before she's grunting and moaning again. This time she's also dealing with the cold kiss of wet fabric brushing against her thighs. Each wet touch brings her that much closer to losing control... "Still holding up well?" Patches asks, turning back to look at Julia again. Julia's staring at the floor and shuffling forward, hands still between her thighs. "Well enough." Julia mumbles. "I kinda have to pee now anyway." Patches says, turning back around and walking forward again. "If we make it to the water tower, there's this little drain we can-" "Please, Patches." Julia moans. "D-don't talk about peeing." "Oh. Right." She says. "Thinking about it might make you need to go more." "Patches..." "Gee, alright. Sorry. Stop thinking about it." "I...I'm thinking about it!" Julia moans, stopping still again. "Well don't. Come on, let's-" "I'm thinking about it!" "Julia, what are you - " "I c-can't!" Julia shouts, pulling her hands up into herself as hard as she can. Drips begin falling from between her fingers, pattering into the ground. "Julia, don't you-" "I CAN'T HOLD IT!" Julia shouts. Julia falls to her knees as warmth erupts around her groin. A dark stain spreads across her legs, spreading across her thighs and falling down to her knees, as pee begins pouring out of the seams. Julia loses control. A fierce hiss erupts from Julia as her bladder begins to empty itself with all it's force into Julia capris and down her legs. Hot pee pours down her thighs, soaking into the fabric held so tightly against them. The dark patch grows rapidly, glistening with pee, which soaks through it and runs over the top. It cascades down them, splattering into the forest floor beneath. Warmth floods around her thighs, spreading and falling down until it's running down as far as her knees, hugging against her skin. A hot puddle spreads out from beneath her shins, which are planted in the grass. From behind, thin streams run off from the curvature of her body, splashing down on the back of her calves, spreading the warmth onto almost every part of Julia's lower body. The relief for Julia as her bladder evacuates into her clothes is amazing. From the moment she lost control, a hot shiver of relief thundered up her back, and as she continues to empty herself into her pants it leaves her feeling warm and soft. She shivers with pleasure as everything floods out of her, moaning softly as she does. Julia's bladder continues pouring out it's contents, splashing down her thighs as it does. The forest seems silent, save for the sounds of hissing, splashing, and the soft moans of Julia. The puddle beneath her continues to swell, and the almost-black stain running down from Julia's crotch grows thicker as her pants absorb more and more. The warmth clings to Julia as more and more hot pee flows out of her and into her capris. It sweeps over her legs, front to back, pouring down and collecting in the pits of her knees, before spilling either side into the muddy floor. Tiny bubbles form and burst around the perimeter of the growing warm puddle, with a faint steam rising around it. Piss floods through her pants, collecting at the knees and by the shins, soaking into them. The puddle grows faster than the floor can absorb it, until it envelops even her feet. It's a solid minute before the hissing from inside Julia's pants falls silent, and another twenty seconds until pee stops pouring out of them. Julia sits in her warm puddle, soaking in the moment, breathing heavily, blushing hard, and loving every second. The warmth, the relief. Nothing else in the world matters any more. Her bladder is empty. The pain is gone. A warm shiver runs up her whole body again, from the base of her spine, all the way up her back, and dissipating around her shoulders. She moans softly with every breath. Bliss floods over her. The world begins to leak back to Julia. Winds blow across her, cooling the wet fabric clinging to her. Background noises filter back into her consciousness, and Patches comes back into her field of view. "wow..." Julia moans, looking up at Patches and grinning. "Wow?" She responds. "I feel so much better." Julia says, grinning and stifling a giggle. "Man! You had no idea how much I needed that..." "Well I'm glad you feel better." "Sooo much better! I mean...err..." "It's getting to you now isn't it." Patches asks. Julia blushes bright red. "O-oh god...." "Yeah. Now they're gonna be on our trail." "I wet myself..." she mumbles, going redder. Patches looks her up and down. She smirks. "That's reason as any to get you out of those pants, right?" "I mean...I suppose....They are getting cold now." Julia says, pulling at the crotch of her soaked pants. They slap back against her skin as she lets go, flicking off a few droplets. "So...should we get going?" Julia asks, standing up in the puddle. She takes a few steps back and wipes her feet in the grass. Grass clings to her foot and she frowns. "Hold on." Says Patches. "It's not fair that only one of us gets to pee." "But what about the Warhogs?" "Oh you've already left a massive puddle. One more won't hurt." Patches says, undoing the button on the side of her skirt. "So I'm gonna go make one." Patches walks up to a tree and lets her skirt drop to her feet. Next she pulls down on the waistband of her panties and lets them slide down her leg, stepping out with one foot. She stands with her legs apart and faces the tree. She breathes in, let's out a sigh, and holds herself open with one hand. Then she lets loose a jet of pee. It flows out of Patches, splashing onto the base of the tree. She cuts off the stream and adjusts her legs. "You can watch if you want, Julie" She says, looking back with a smirk. Julia rolls her eyes. Patches turns to face the tree again. She runs her finger between the lips she doesn't kiss with, and then spreads herself open with her now slightly wet finger. She relaxes. Patches let's loose a stream of pee against the tree with a soft hiss. It splashes against the bark, running down into the roots and pooling. The puddle quickly grows, soon running under Patches shoes. "You looked so relieved when you went." Says Patches, looking over to Julia. "I figured I want in." She stands in place, emptying her bladder against the tree while Julia struggles to figure out where to look. The splashing of pee against the tree and into the puddle are making her quite uncomfortable. Although that could just be her pants getting cold. Patches peeing doesn't last quite as long as Julia's though, and the stream stops after about fourty seconds. A few last drips splash in the puddle below her before she begins pulling her underwear back up, sighing happily. Patches steps away from the tree and faces Julia, skirt swinging about her ankle. "Much better." Patches says, smiling again. She stands still a moment, legs apart, looking at Julia. "Any plans on putting your skirt back on?" Julia asks. "I dunno." Patches says, looking around. "I kinda like the feeling of the wind around my bare legs." She says, running her finger through the waistband of her underwear. "It feels so free, maybe I'll take these off t-" "Put your skirt on." Julia says, picking her bag off the floor and swinging it around her. "I'm not walking around the middle of nowhere with a practicing nudist." "Fine..." Patches says playfully. "Another time?" "I wouldn't count on it." Julia answers. "How much farther until we reach the water tower?" "Not long now." Patches says. "Let's go then shall we, wet-pants?" "D-don't call me that..." The rest of the walk is uneventful, aside from the constant squishing from Julia's pants as she walks. "At least you don't have to put up with wet shoes." Patches reminds her, but it's not too comforting. Before too long they reach the water tower. The legs of the water tower are old and rusted. A few feet away lays the up-turned body of the tower, with a massive hole in one side where it broke when it hit the floor. Part of a leg hangs limply against the floor. It's not massive, but it's certainly large enough to house two girls for a night. The furnishings could use some work on account of there being none what so ever. "No-one really considers this place." Says Patches, walking inside. "There are rumours it's haunted, but I've never had any trouble." "Certainly looks cosy." Julia says, making no attempt to hide her sarcasm. "Get those pants off." Says Patches. Julia immediately glares at her. "No! I'm serious. You can hang them in the back over there. There's like a thing coming out the wall. You wanna wear my skirt while it dries?" Patches asks. Julia sighs and undoes the zipper. Her pants fall to her feet. "I'll be fine. There's a sleeping bag in my bag anyway." "Want some company in there?" Patches asks. Julia ignores her. Julia pulls the sleeping bag out and climbs inside, wriggling herself around. Once she's inside, she crawls around on her knees. An hour or so passes before it falls dark. The forest outside is practically pitch black. Inside, Julia and Patches are illuminated by a small woodfire - Patches went out for the wood of course, despite her best efforts to convince a bare-bottomed Julia to go with her. The two girls sit around the fire. "Should one of us keep watch?" Julia asks. "Nah...this area is practically silent." Patches responds, leaning against the bag. "But we have left quite a trail." Julia answers. "True...but the 'Hogs don't really do much at night. They're a bit predictable that way." "The Hogs aren't the only people out there." Julia points out. Patches nods in agreement. "One of us ought to stay up." "I can't guarantee I won't fall asleep." Patches says. "I'm more of a morning person." "I'm naked below the waist." Julia reminds her. "I'd rather not sit up all night half naked." "Worried I'll be watching?" Patches smirks. "I'm worried someone else would be watching." Julia says. "So you don't mind me watching?" Patches asks. She grins to Julia, who doesn't react. "You could wear my skirt if you want." "That could work." Julia says. "Want my panties too?" "You have a spare pair?" "No, only the ones I'm wearing." "I'll pass." "You really don't need to keep watch." Patches says. "No-one comes around here. Unless I get lucky tonight." "One of us should. Just in case." "Fine." Patches says. "Who should stay up tonight?" 1: Julia. Julia is quite tired after a long day. She'll have to wear Patches' skirt if she stays up, and it'll leave her very tired tomorrow - if she doesn't fall asleep. 2: Patches. Patches says she's not one to stay awake too long, although she appears quite handy with a shotgun. On the other hand, can Julia be sure that Patches can be trusted. 3: No-one. Patches seems to be sure that the area's safe. Both girls would wake up feeling refreshed tomorrow. Although it might be a bit on the risky side.
  4. 2 points
    I think it is a simple matter that wetting was recognized and labeled as being its own, unique kink, in Japan and thus was given its own, unique name. When I first got online the catch-all term for any kind of urine related fetish was watersports. There wasn't any separation between wetting, desperation, golden showers, pee drinking... It was all just watersports. The term "omorashi" caught on because it was concise and had a very clear meaning. It also allowed wetting fetishists to separate themselves from more hardcore pee enthusiasts.
  5. 2 points
    Friendly reminder that authors are vain creatures who are motivated by upvotes and comments. 😉 I've plotted out a fairly lengthy story, here, but I only have one more chapter written so far, so... If you like it, please let me know so I'll be motivated to continue! ❤️ Warning for smut and fluff. CHAPTER FOUR Rosa was being chased by a monster with large teeth and glowing red eyes. No matter where she turned, the monster seemed to be following her, and she ran and ran, until she stumbled and fell. The monster came at her with a roar, and she had such a fright that she peed herself. When she woke up with a start and a choked sob, she hadn’t stopped peeing yet. Her diaper was warm and damp against her skin, and she let herself finish. There was no point in anything else. With a sigh she sat up in bed, wiping away her tears. She often wet herself when she had a nightmare. She shouldn’t leave this until morning, she’d just get a rash, so she stood, walking over to her dresser where she kept her diapers. She took one, but then she hesitated. She looked at the clock on the wall. It was two in the morning. Her mother was away until tomorrow evening, and though he’d changed her once today already . . . She really wanted Jake to do it. And that dream had been really scary. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to get back to sleep by herself yet. She picked up Uni and, carrying her under one arm and her diaper in her other hand, padded to the master bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and she went in. In the dim glow of a streetlight outside the window, she could see Jake in the bed. He was clearly shirtless, lying on his side. She could just make out a bit of his back tattoo, a fiery phoenix. She’d seen it in its entirety once or twice, most memorably on that morning a bit more than seven months ago when he’d slept over for the first time. When they first met. Rosa really wanted a tattoo one day. And piercings. Those would be nice, too. She approached the bed. ‘Jake?’ she whispered, but he didn’t stir. ‘Jake?’ she said a little louder, and he moved a bit in his sleep, but didn’t wake up. So she went all the way up to him and touched her hand to his cheek. ‘Jake.’ His eyes opened and he looked up at her in surprise. ‘Rosie? What’s wrong?’ Rosa hesitated, licking her lips. ‘I had a nightmare. And . . . and I wet myself.’ Jake smiled. ‘Poor baby.’ He sat up and pulled her down into a tight embrace, stroking her hair. ‘It’s okay.’ ‘Do you think . . . ? Could you change me?’ she mumbled, and he chuckled softly. ‘Of course, sweetheart. Come on, let’s go to your room.’ He got out of bed and took her hand, and they walked back to Rosa’s bedroom. As had become routine, she lay down on her back on the bed. But instead of just opening it, Jake placed a hand on the front of Rosa’s diaper. ‘It’s still warm,’ he said. She nodded. ‘Is it really full?’ She nodded again. ‘Do you need to pee more before we change you?’ A slightly odd question. She cocked her head to one side and looked at him while she thought. ‘There . . . there might be a little bit more in there,’ she conceded. ‘Then we’ll wait.’ Jake sat down next to her. ‘You like keeping it on for a little bit, don’t you? It feels nice and warm and wet.’ Rosa blushed. It was true, and he knew it. ‘Yeah.’ ‘And do you sometimes . . . make yourself feel good, with a wet diaper on?’ That was a question she had most decidedly not expected, and Rosa blinked several times. ‘I . . . yes.’ She flushed a deeper shade of pink. ‘Like this?’ Jake pressed down on the front of her diaper, squeezed a bit, and began to rub, squishing the wet diaper into Rosa’s privates. She gasped. ‘Feel good?’ Rosa nodded, eyes squeezed shut. It felt really, really good. ‘Warm,’ she moaned, and Jake laughed softly. He rubbed harder. ‘Ah! F-feels . . . good . . .’ ‘That’s good. Think you’ll pee more if I keep doing this?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Think you can come for me first?’ Rosa opened her eyes and met his gaze and, god, he was so hot! His tattoos, his muscular chest, his pierced left nipple. And his face. He was just so handsome. He rubbed her crotch harder, faster, somehow finding just the right spot through the thick, heavy diaper. She whimpered practically continuously, and her thighs began to quiver. Then she cried out as she came, and heard Jake moan softly in apparent empathy. ‘Good girl,’ he murmured. ‘My gorgeous little girl.’ He left his hand there, while she came down, relaxed her body, and peed again with a moan of relief. ‘Oh! I can feel it . . . Your diaper is really full now, huh?’ Rosa could only nod. ‘Are you finished?’ Rosa nodded again. ‘Yeah.’ ‘All right, then. Let’s get you changed.’ He opened her diaper and looked at it admiringly. ‘To think that all this pee could come out of you, huh, kiddo?’ Rosa giggled. ‘I probably peed a little bit just after I fell asleep, too. I usually do.’ She always woke up a little damp, whether she wet herself properly or not. Jake smiled. ‘You’re a very special girl, Rosie. My precious little girl.’ He placed a butterfly kiss on her tummy before removing the wet diaper completely and fetching a new one. He wiped her thoroughly, powdered her, and finally put on the fresh diaper, fastening it securely. ‘There. All better.’ He helped her sit up, and placed a soft, gentle kiss on her forehead. ‘You did so well for me, baby.’ His praise always made her feel so happy, and she sighed, smiling. ‘Now, you should get back to bed, young lady. Try and get some sleep.’ ‘But . . .’ Rosa pouted. ‘But I’m still scared of the monster.’ It was half true. ‘Aww, sweetie . . . What can we do about that?’ ‘Can—’ She hesitated. ‘Would you sleep in here with me tonight? In my bed?’ She swallowed. ‘Please?’ ‘How can I refuse when you ask so nicely?’ Jake smiled. ‘Just let me go wash my hands. I’ll be right back.’ Rosa got under the covers while she waited. Her clean, dry diaper felt nice, the texture soft against her skin. It had taken her a while to find a brand that felt like that. Many of the ones she had tried had been very uncomfortable, feeling rough or scratchy against her sensitive skin. These were perfect, though. A minute later, Jake returned. He gave her that soft, loving smile, and then he climbed into bed with her, turning out the lights. She snuggled up to him, resting her cheek against his smooth, bare chest, and he held her. Then he kissed her. Like most of their kisses so far, it was soft and chaste. Rosa wanted more than that, deeper kisses and more touches. She would often imagine his hands on her breasts, picture them both naked together. Now she imagined his . . . she sighed, and felt her diaper become a little bit damp, though it wasn’t pee this time. Rosa had never seen or touched a penis before. She knew she wanted to see and touch Jake’s. But right now wasn’t the time. They were supposed to be sleeping. ‘Sleep tight, my baby girl,’ Jake whispered through the darkness. Rosa carefully considered her words. ‘Goodnight . . . Daddy . . .’ Jake breathed in sharply next to her, and she instantly regretted her choice of words. ‘I mean . . . I’m sorry, I won’t call you that if you don’t like it!’ Jake spoke over her. ‘I like it. I never thought I would, but . . . If you’re my baby girl, then it just makes sense, doesn’t it?’ He kissed her softly on the lips again, just a hint of tongue this time. ‘Let’s try that again, then. Sweet dreams, my sweet baby girl.’ ‘Goodnight, Daddy.’ Rosa smiled. It felt right. Jake woke up with his stepdaughter snoozing peacefully in his arms, and smiled. She looked so sweet like this. Though, of course, she always looked sweet. She had her leg curled around one of his, and he could feel her diaper against his thigh. Lifting a hand, he brushed her fringe away from her brow and kissed her forehead. Rosa stirred, opening her hazel eyes and looking up at him. She bit her lip, shivered slightly, and her eyes slipped closed again. The diaper turned warm against Jake’s thigh as she wet herself, and suddenly he wanted her so desperately he couldn’t stand it. He kissed her. Pushed her over onto her back and rolled on top of her, pressing his thigh in between her legs. She gasped, throwing her head back, her arms encircling his waist. Jake rolled his hips, moved his thigh against her crotch, and she whimpered. ‘Is this okay?’ he whispered, realising that he hadn’t asked, had done this without thinking. Rosa nodded vigorously. ‘Yes! Please, don’t stop!’ He moved faster. He was hard, his dick rubbing against her diaper through the fabric of his boxer-briefs. If he wasn’t careful, he would come in his pants from the friction. Rosa whimpered and pushed back against his thigh. ‘Yes . . .’ she whispered. ‘Daddy . . .’ ‘Oh, fuck,’ he murmured in response and bent down to kiss her, far more deeply than he had before. She groaned into his mouth, moved her hips faster, and then her moans became cries, and he felt her shudder beneath him as she came. ‘More!’ she pleaded, and he adjusted their position, sitting up on his knees and pulling her up with him so she could ride his thigh. She clung to his shoulders, moans growing louder again. ‘I’m gonna come again!’ ‘Good girl,’ he rumbled, voice morning deep. ‘That’s it, come for me, princess.’ She cried out, shuddered, kept riding his thigh. Unable to hold back, he reached down and palmed himself through his underwear. She seemed to notice, and her hand followed his. She bit her lips and whimpered as she touched his cock through the fabric, and god, but her hand felt so good! Jake uttered a moan of his own. ‘Careful . . . my sweet little girl . . . you’ll make Daddy come.’ Rosa whimpered again. ‘I . . . I want you to come, Daddy. I’m really close . . .’ She moved her hand, slid her fingers inside the waistband of his boxer-briefs, pushed it further down and grabbed hold of his dick, stroking clumsily. Jake adjusted his underwear so he could get his member free, and brought his own hand to hers, helping her and showing her how to do it. ‘Coming!’ she gasped. ‘Again?’ Jake breathed. ‘Naughty, greedy little girl. Think you’ve got another one in you?’ She nodded against his shoulder. ‘I need to pee . . . wanna come.’ ‘Well, go on. Make yourself come on my leg.’ She rode him harder than ever, and as her movements grew faster, her thighs quivering against him, her moans increasing in volume and pitch, he pushed her hand away from his dick and stroked it himself with increasing vigor. Rosa groaned. ‘I’m . . . Daddy, I’m peeing . . . I’m coming!’ And she did with a long, drawn out whine, and Jake released and ejaculated all over her diaper and his own bare stomach. Her head fell foreward onto his shoulder. She was panting, her body growing limp in his arms, and he held her, rocking her back and forth as she came down. Somehow, that had been the single most erotic experience of Jake’s life. He ran his hand up and down her back. She shivered. ‘Peeing . . . again,’ she mumbled, and if he hadn’t just come, Jake was sure he’d already be getting hard again. ‘Good girl,’ he murmured in response, kissing her temple. ‘Such a good little girl.’ After about a minute, Rosa raised her head again to look at Jake, and kissed him on the lips. ‘I love you, Daddy,’ she whispered, and Jake felt his heart swell. ‘I love you too, my sweet baby girl.’ He hugged her close. ‘Want me to change you?’ Rosa nodded. ‘I want you to change me every time.’ ‘I’ll do it as often as I can,’ he promised. ‘My dear little love.’
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    View File GEXP-92 & GHOR-50 SUPERCUT Back with another two videos from my superheroine collection 🙂 Today's two videos may look familiar to some people here, as I believe it has been uploaded by DuffMan as part of a larger compilation. However I came across the full JAV on my own and made my own supercut which I believe has more wetting scenes and each are longer as well. Fear wetting fans would love these two videos, is what I would say. Especially GHOR-50, which is one of my favorite omorashi videos of all time. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril! 🙂 Submitter Nephron Submitted 12/06/2018 Category Female videos Clothing  
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    I talked to a woman who went into prison, she said she pissed herself at least twice in prison when she is punished standing alone without toilet. She also said most fo female prisoners in her cell had experiences of pissing themselves. I wonder in the US and other countries, whether female prisoners freqently piss themselves in prison? Are there any females who ever went into prison?(Or whose female relatives/friends ever went into prison)
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    This is a excellent story so far
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    It definitely happens, to men and women, and it's a massive problem that really shouldn't be sexualised here.
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    One night me and my boyfriend we're out at a party and we had been drinking a lot. So around 3 am we decided to get a cab home it was about an half hour drive to our apartment. I noticed him started to fidget a bit so i asked him if he was okay he said "babe I really need to piss" I told him not to worry because we would be back home soon. I was secretly hoping we would wet himself so that i could take care of him but he was fine at the time. Once we made it up to the apartment he lied down on the couch laying on his back. I had to go to the bathroom pretty bad too at this point so i left him to go to the bathroom. When i came out i was surprised he wasn't at the door waiting for the bathroom considering he had to go "so bad". I came back into the living room and he was passed out snoring away on the couch. Then i noticed a little dark patch on his crotch area that started to get larger. A hot streams of pee started running down his legs and he still didn't wake up. Still flowing strong i nudged his shoulder and said "babe your peeing all over the couch". He opened his eyes and stood up quickly he looked so embarrassed. I helped him get to our bedroom and cleaned him up and put him to bed. in the morning he couldn't remember a thing but I think he was just to proud to admit he went potty all over himself... hope you guys liked it, if so ill write more :)