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    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.
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    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.
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    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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    Heyyy everyone!!! It feels like it's been ages since I've written anything, but to make up for it, I have my crowning pee achievement so far!! I FINALLY ATTEMPTED A URINAL!!! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed doing it (though I hope it's a bit less messy for you )!! Now that I've proofread everything, I recognize I may have gotten a little carried away in my excitement and may have written a little too much! If you're just here for the pee and don't want the background/buildup, skip right to paragraphs 8 and 9! So, it was my birthday yesterday (technically, since it's the wee hours of the morning now) and I decided I was going to do something really awesome to celebrate the big 2.4. As it turns out, the surrounding circumstances were perfect. My parents live in another city pretty far away, but they like to have everybody back home for the holidays, which works out really nicely because I, in turn, get to have everybody around when I celebrate growing older. They don't have a super big place, but they invite a bunch of us, so many end up in a nearby hotel. I could've taken my childhood room, of course, but I like to have my own space at the end of the day (and who doesn't want free room service?), so I opted for the hotel and let someone else have my old room. It was a full night of celebration with family, which was nice, but I knew in the back of my mind that I was going to do something...taboo...afterward, so I drank tons of water for the last few hours. Toward the end, I was going to the bathroom so much that my sister teased me, saying I must have a UTI or something. Little did she know what was really going on . To cut to the chase, it was about 1AM when we all went our separate ways to turn in for the night. Everybody else who was staying at the hotel had gone back around 11 to go to bed, so I didn't have to worry about an awkward encounter with a family member. I peed, like a normal good girl, in the toilet before I headed out, then hopped into my car and drove to the hotel, about 15 minutes away. A few nights before, I scouted the place out to see what opportunities may be available. I was in luck. In a wing off of the lobby, there was a small bar/recreation room tucked away. It wasn't particularly crowded even during the day, so at night, it was always totally deserted. Drinks always equate to urination, so there were two nearby bathrooms: A women's room and, more importantly, a men's room. I was already surging with excitement by the time I pulled into the parking lot. I pulled my keys out of the ignition and dropped them. When I leaned over the pick them up, I noted that my hands were trembling as a result of both the cold and my adrenaline. I drank sufficiently enough to have a mild urge to pee from just the brief trip over, but I wanted to let it build a bit before committing. First, I went up to my room and dropped off all of my things. The corridors were, thankfully, totally vacant. Everything was going perfectly. Afterward, I snuck around the hotel to ensure the cleaning crew wasn't going to be an issue. The only people I saw were the employees at the front desk in the lobby. These activities managed to burn through another 10 or so minutes, so I definitely had to go now. I dashed to the recreation center with a ridiculous grin on my face. There it was. I froze and stared at the door to the men's room for a brief moment, still smiling stupidly. I'm really glad nobody walked in at that moment because it probably would've been pretty creepy! With a final glance around I charged at the door, half expecting it to be locked because everything else had gone so smoothly. To my delight, it wasn't! It's a weirdly surreal feeling to be in the restroom of the opposite sex. On one hand, you know it's just four walls with some porcelain fixtures and it shouldn't be a big deal. On the other hand, it's amazing to rebel against the social behavior that has been drilled into you your entire life. The door shut quietly behind me and I soaked in what was before me as if I were looking at a beautiful sunset rather than some appliances intended to collect urine. Maybe this description is a bit extreme, but to be fair, it was at least much cleaner than the other men's room I visited before . There were two stalls, two sinks, and two urinals. My options certainly were open, but anybody can pee in a stall or into sink on any day. I was here for the urinals, but an unexpected choice presented itself: The tall one or the short one? Before picking one, I checked to see if I could lock the door, just as an extra precaution. Unfortunately, I couldn't, but I wasn't about to let that stop me. My bladder was becoming quite vocal and I was about to relieve it into one of these urinals. I probably put too much consideration into which urinal to use, but I wanted to make sure my "first time" was just right . With my jeans still in place, I stood in front of each one and put my crotch over the protruding lip, contemplating. Despite having practiced hundreds of times in the shower, I had no idea what I was doing--even setting aside the fact that my later practice runs were a moderate success at best. Undeterred, I finally picked the taller one, figuring it would be easier to align myself and that there was less distance for something to go terribly wrong. My hands were shaking as I undid my jeans. I clearly wasn't going to be a marksman tonight. I slid my pants and panties down below my knees, baring my butt toward the rest of the bathroom. How awkward would it be for someone to walk in now? I thought, but quickly dismissed. I spread my legs a little and put my lady bits over the lip of the urinal, trying to gauge just how to manage this. This isn't going to work. I crouched in front of the urinal to undo my shoes so I could full remove my pants and panties. Wearing nothing but socks from my waist down, I clumsily traipsed across the men's room, praying nobody would walk in as I flashed my vulva all around, and put my clothes onto the counter by the sinks. I returned to the urinal for my second aiming attempt. I really had to go now. I huddled as closely as I could to the urinal, spread my legs a bit more, and thrust my hips forward, being extra careful not to come into contact with the porcelain. This awkward position only emphasized my trembling. I tried a few other positions including propping my leg up on the privacy divider and approaching it from an angle, but nothing really seemed fail-proof. Knowing I needed to pick before either my bladder decided for me or somebody walked in on this insanity (or worse, both), I opted for spread legs and forward hips. I've seen pictures and videos of superwomen who are able to pee practically like a guy, but I figured round 1 wasn't going to be quite that graceful for me. With my legs spread unnaturally widely, my hips thrust uncomfortably far forward, and my whole body trembling, I moved my hands to my lady bits. Using both hands, I delicately spread my labia, hoping to clear the path of any obstruction. Without being able to see down there, however, I had no clue what I was doing. "Well, here goes," I muttered to myself and bit my lip. Nothing happened. Despite having to pee really badly and applying pressure to my muscles below, I couldn't even produce a drop. If I have to stand here until my bladder gives in to fatigue, I don't care. I am going to use this urinal! I stood there for what felt like hours, listening to the ticking of my watch shatter the silence every second. My legs were getting sore from being in such a strange position, but finally, a jolt of pee spat into my target! I giggled loudly like a little girl before remembering where I was and shutting up. It was only a brief spurt, but it was enough to get things moving. Before long, it was spurt after spurt and, at last, a steady stream. I was amazed at myself! It was ridiculous, but glorious! Here I was, AT LAST, totally butt-naked from the waist down, with the exception of my socks, totally exposed, in the middle of the men's room, my hips pushed forward, with my urethra shooting pee into a URINAL!! I couldn't see what was happening below, but it seemed to be working! Warm, clear urine cascaded from between my legs and spattered satisfyingly into the fixture below. This urinal was tall enough that I felt a warm mist deflecting back up onto my hands and crotch, but I was too afraid to adjust (guys, do you ever experience this?). It wasn't perfect, of course. The occasional drop would dribble onto one of my thighs and my fingers were dampened every now and then, but I was too engrossed in what I was accomplishing to care. It wasn't long, however, before my trembling and muscle fatigue began to get the best of me. What was the occasional stray drop quickly became the occasional stray spurt. Regardless, I was extremely proud of myself for attempt #1. That is, until I heard a noise behind me. I was so enthralled, I forgot I was in a position of potential immense embarrassment. I immediately shot my head around to see who was there. This, of course, threw off everything down below. My "aim" went awry and one of my fingers slipped, causing my urine flow to become obstructed. At this stage in the game, there was no stopping the train of urine now cascading rapidly down my legs, drenching my socks, and pooling onto the once-clean floor. So many things were happening at once, I nearly lost track. In the brief second I glanced behind me, I noted that there was nobody there...the sound I'd heard was a creak of the building. I literally just peed all over myself because the building was settling . With relief on that account, I diverted back to the new disaster: remedying the mess between my legs. Honestly, there was no point. The damage was done and I might as well have finished urinating all over myself, but in the spur of the moment, I wanted to fix it. I quickly pulled back my labia again, this time soaking my hands pretty thoroughly and splattering fluid all over both the interior and exterior of the urinal. After a brief struggle and a big mess, I finally managed to regain control for the last few seconds of stream, proudly finishing up with a few solid spurts straight into the urinal...as my legs glistened with evidence of my failure. My heart was pounding tremendously. I surveyed the disaster. When I finally took it all in, I laughed hysterically and probably physically glowed with pride. I glanced around for paper towels to begin cleaning myself up. Shoot. They didn't have any. After probably half a roll of toilet paper, I was dry. I made my way back to the sink where my clothes were, my head practically divided into two with a smile. Before grabbing my clothes, I stepped back far enough to see down to my knees in the mirror. I relished in seeing female anatomy in such proximity to a urinal (it never gets old!). For good measure, figuring a little more mess wouldn't make a big difference, I spread my legs and let out another spurt of pee--what had managed to collect in the few minutes I used to clean up--onto the floor. It was funny to see it from a third person perspective. I wiped myself dry again, washed my hands (as if it made a difference with my lower half having been totally soaked in bladder juices moments before), and begrudgingly donned my clothes, sans socks. Not wanting to leave the site of my triumph, I paced back to the urinal for one last look. There was a lot of urine beneath it and the outer side of the lip was splattered with pee. It looked like some drunk guy didn't even try to hit the mark. I quivered with excitement and finally departed, not encountering a single soul on my journey back to my room. I was unbelievably turned on. I wanted to pee all over everything and pleasure myself like there was no tomorrow, but I saved it until I got a warm bath ready, in which I alternated between masturbating and peeing directly in the water whenever I accrued anything in my bladder. I, of course, showered after to get properly cleaned, and then immediately came to my computer to write this up. I hope you all enjoyed it!!! I can still hardly believe I FINALLY DID IT!!!!!
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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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    This is a excellent story so far
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    Um, It was supposed to actually be a diaper... It's my first time drawing one.