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    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!
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    I wrote this a while ago as the idea came into my head, and have tweaked it a little bit since. There is, I think, the possibility for a continuation, but it depends on inspiration, motivation, and whether anyone would even be interested in reading more. Read the tags for content warnings, and enjoy! Andi’s hand shook as he struggled with his keys. He stood walking in place, jaw clenched, and a small whimper of frustration escaped him before he managed to get the key in the lock of his front door. Once inside he threw down his bag, and left a trail of scarf, jacket, and boots as he raced towards the bathroom. He pulled the door shut on reflex even though he now lived alone. He hesitated, glancing at the toilet. He needed to go so badly he felt like he would burst, but after a brief moment’s consideration he stripped down to his boxer-briefs and turned towards the shower. Shifting his weight back and forth between his feet he wondered if he should take them off or not. In the end he left them on, and stepped into the shower. He stood there for a good while, occasionally moaning, whimpering and swearing, still shifting back and forth, rocking on the balls of his feet. He stuck a hand in between his legs and grabbed himself. He could feel that he was hard, but of course he was. ‘Shit,’ he murmured. ‘Shit, shit, fuck . . .’ He felt the pressure building, until he couldn’t think, could barely breathe, and he sobbed as he couldn’t hold it in anymore, and his urine began to flow down his legs, through his pants, splashing onto the tiles beneath his feet. ‘No! No . . .’ He sank to his knees, panting and sobbing, feeling the warm pee underneath him. He touched the front of his boxers, rubbed himself through the fabric, and a final spurt of urine soaked his hand. He grabbed one of his nipples between the fingers of his other hand, pinching, and kept stroking his sex until his sobs turned to groans of pleasure and he finally came. Sitting there, in a puddle of his own piss, he didn’t want to get up. Didn’t want to take his pants off, even though they were quickly becoming cold and uncomfortable. In the end, he did anyway. Andi had two secrets. One was this, his most shameful kink. That he liked to hold his pee in until he wet himself. That he got off on it. The other was that he was only a few months a ‘real’ boy. He’d been on T for a little over half a year. His voice had dropped. He had gotten hairier, his skin had changed, as had his body fat ratio. He had always been quite flat chested, though what little tits he had still bothered him, as did what was, or wasn’t, between his legs. He did have a dick, the clitoris having grown significantly. It was about an inch long now, about an inch and a half and much thicker while erect. He was proud of his dick. It couldn’t penetrate anyone, but then he had always preferred bottoming anyway. Still, he hated to think about it, to look at it. His vulva. He’d hoped his dick would grow bigger than this. It still might, of course, but a lot of the guys he’d spoken to said theirs grew most in the first six months on testosterone. Whether or not he’d have surgery at some point he hadn’t quite decided, but he really wanted to. Top surgery was a given, and he was already on a waiting list. Andi hadn’t had sex in a long time. Not since he started trying to pass. Well, not until recently, that is. Not until Ronan. Ronan, who had been his best friend for a long time, and who somehow took everything in stride. When they had first met, online, Andi’s transition had been in its infancy. He had only just started to accept that he was trans, and the first thing he had done was try to be a boy online. Ronan was the sort of person who inspired trust, so eventually Andi had told him everything. He had been completely cool with it. He hadn’t asked any weird or invasive questions. He had simply listened, and when Andi had asked if he was freaked out, he had written: Why? You’re the same person now that you were five minutes ago. You’re my friend. And I want you to be happy. Since that moment, Andi had shared his fears, his body dysphoria, what his doctors and therapists told him, and his hopes for the future with Ronan. And then, at some point, his fantasies and his kinks, and that was when their relationship had changed. They had talked about all of it, and then explored it in detail, first with a series of phone calls and Skype sessions, and then finally, a few weeks ago, in person. The fact that Ronan, who was gay, wanted to be with Andi almost served to make him feel more like a real man than the hormones could. But this last kink even Ronan didn’t know about, and he never ever would. If he ever found out . . . Andi was sure even Ronan couldn’t accept something like that. Who would? It was, objectively speaking, gross. Urine was not a natural part of sex. Of course, it wasn’t the urine itself that turned him on. It was the desperation, and the act of wetting himself. The shame of it. Shame and humiliation were already present in his and Ronan’s play. When they were together, Ronan had tied Andi up, spanked him, made him choke on his dick, and Andi had loved every second of it. The memory was enough to make him blush. Ronan was naturally dominating, and being submissive with him felt wonderfully freeding. This, though, this was different. Lately, Andi’s wetting fantasies had taken on a different form. He imagined not doing it alone. He imagined Ronan telling him when he could and couldn’t pee—much the same way he sometimes forbade him from touching himself without permission—refusing him access to the toilet until he was a shivering, desperate mess. He pictured Ronan making him wet himself on command, and sometimes he imagined Ronan fucking him while he was holding, fucking his arse until he couldn’t hold it in anymore and pissed. Then he would get disciplined with a spanking. He could never, ever tell Ronan what he was imagining. The whole thing had started back when his transition was in its infancy, pre-T. Back when he had begun trying to pass. At the time he had felt very uncomfortable with public bathrooms. He didn’t want to use the ladies’ room because he wasn’t a woman, but he felt like if he used the men’s room they would see straight through him. They would call his bluff, they wouldn’t see him as a real man. So whenever he was away from home, he refused to use the toilet. One evening he had been out for a drink with some good friends who called him Andi instead of Anna, and used the correct pronouns, and it had been a really good time. He had rather a lot of beer. He was quite used to holding his pee in by then, and could usually handle it, but it got a lot more difficult when he was drunk, and on his way home at two in the morning, it happened. He wet himself. It was dark, but there were some people about. Andi froze, completely mortified, hoping to God that no one would notice. It didn’t seem like anyone did, but he had never felt more embarrassed or terrible about himself. As soon as he could shut off the flow, which was easier said than done, he ran the rest of the way home and locked himself in the bathroom, sobbing. Not seeing any point in holding it in anymore, he let go and finished wetting himself on the bathroom floor. After pulling off his sopping wet jeans, he got in the shower and washed. He got off twice, went to bed, and got off again. The next morning he woke up wanting to do it all again. Thinking about that night (what he had since come to think of as his second awakening, the first having been when he accepted his true gender) still made him hard. Andi turned on the shower, washing the urine from his legs and the floor. He made the water as hot as he could take, and while he stood under it, began to stroke himself. He pictured Ronan while he did, and tentatively reached back, pushing a wet finger inside his arse. He moaned loudly, and a little bit of leftover pee trickled out. His fingers didn’t really feel like enough, though, and he stepped out of the shower and over to the bathroom cabinet. He had left his dildo there the last time he had got off. He found it along with some lube, and after slicking it up and stretching his hole a bit, got back in the shower and began to pump his arse with it. He moaned loudly, stroking his cock, and peed a bit more. It didn’t take him long to come. Andi cleaned himself up and got out of the shower. After towelling himself off he reached for his phone to check his messages, and the moment he touched it, it rang. Ronan’s picture filled the screen, and Andi instantly blushed. He only let it ring twice before answering. ‘Hi,’ he said, his voice a bit breathless. ‘Well, hello there, boy,’ said Ronan’s deep, silky voice. ‘You sound exactly the way I like you best,’ he purred. ‘Have you been naughty?’ Andi smiled. ‘Maybe . . .’ ‘Tell me,’ Ronan demanded. His tone of voice hadn’t changed, but it was a command nonetheless, and Andi felt a tugging sensation somewhere in the vicinity of his crotch. He may not like his XX-chromosome parts all that much, but they did give him the advantage (or disadvantage) of not being easily spent, and he immediately reached down to touch himself again, before stopping himself. ‘I just got out of the shower,’ he said. ‘I may have . . . Gotten off a few times.’ Ronan tutted. ‘Without me? I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ ‘Guess you’ll have to punish me,’ said Andi quickly. Ronan chuckled softly. ‘If you’re so eager for punishment, boy, perhaps I should prepare some less pleasurable discipline. Silent contemplation, say.’ Andi whimpered involuntarily. ‘No? Well, I guess I do owe you a bit of a spanking. Too bad I can’t do it right now.’ Ronan sighed. ‘What are you doing?’ Andi asked. ‘Right now I’m stroking my cock, thinking of you all naked and wet in the shower.’ Andi let his hand wander down to his own dick and said, ‘Me too.’ ‘Uh-uh. Did I tell you you were allowed to touch yourself?’ Ronan asked, and Andi stopped immediately, but not before whining softly. ‘What’s that, boy? Are you complaining?’ ’N—no,’ Andi stammered. ‘Of course not.’ ‘Good. You can touch yourself when I tell you to.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ said Andi, obediently. ‘What were you doing before?’ Ronan asked him. Andi’s heart hammered in his chest. ‘Nothing, really. I was just in the shower, and then I . . . Touched myself.’ ‘How many times did you come?’ ‘Three . . . I think.’ ‘My naughty little Andi,’ said Ronan. ‘Whatever shall I do with you? It’s like you want to be punished.’ Andi swallowed, but said nothing. ‘Do you, boy? Do you want me to spank your arse raw?’ Andi moaned softly. ‘Tell me.’ Andi drew a breath, and it came out again ragged. When he spoke his voice was uneven. ‘If you want to. I’ve . . . I’ve been disobedient. I need discipline. Need to be . . . To be shamed.’ ‘You want me to shame you? To embarrass you?’ Ronan asked. Andi remained silent. His legs felt shaky. He was so turned on he could barely breathe, and he needed to pee again, too. ‘Tell me what would embarrass you most of all. What could I make you do that would be a true punishment?’ Andi spoke without thinking, without considering the consequences. It was a reflex, to answer Ronan truthfully. He couldn’t lie to him. ‘Make me piss myself.’ He covered his mouth, mortified. He had said it. What would happen now? ‘Oh?’ came Ronan’s voice. ‘Why, that’s new. What manner of kink is this?’ Andi bit his lip. ‘It’s . . . It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.’ ‘No, no, no,’ Ronan purred. ‘None of that, boy. Tell me.’ Swallowing a couple of times, Andi considered his words carefully before speaking. ‘Sometimes I . . . I like to hold it until I’m fit to burst. Getting all desperate like that . . . It, er . . . It really turns me on.’ His face felt hot, and he was stammering quite a bit. At the same time he felt more aroused than ever. Embarrassing himself like this, telling Ronan his most secret of secrets, he could almost come without even touching himself. ‘Sometimes I . . . I hold it until I wet myself, and then I get off.’ The last bit nearly turned into word salad, but Ronan seemed to catch it all the same. ‘Then I feel embarrassed, and ashamed . . .’ ‘Mmm . . . Well, I do like you desperate. I could forbid you from going to the toilet. And then, if you do wet yourself, I’d have to discipline you.’ ‘Oh God,’ Andi whimpered. ‘Please . . .’ ‘Please what?’ ‘Please, sir, may I come?’ ‘Hm, not sure you’ve earned it yet. You’ve been holding back on me, after all. Not telling me about this . . . How long have you been doing it?’ Andi swallowed. ‘Since . . . since before I started on T. Back when I started trying to pass.’ ‘And here I thought you had told me all about your fantasies, and it turns out you’ve got this squirrelled away. I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ There was amusement in Ronan’s stern voice. ‘I’m sorry,’ Andi mumbled. ‘I . . . It was embarrassing. I thought maybe . . . maybe you wouldn’t like me anymore, if I told you. That you wouldn’t want to . . .’ ‘That I wouldn’t want to fuck you anymore?’ Ronan chuckled. ‘You’re an idiot, my little Andi. The thought of you all desperate like that, of you pissing yourself and feeling mortified about it . . . Mmm, that really turns me on.’ His voice sounded a little breathless. Andi licked his lips. ‘Ronan . . . Sir . . .’ ‘All right. Since you’ve given me so many fun things to think about, I’ll let you come, boy.’ Andi’s hand immediately went down to his crotch and he began to stroke himself. ‘Fuck . . . I’m so horny right now, I can’t even—I’m gonna—’ ‘So eager. Slow down, boy. That’s it.’ Andi did as he was asked, slowed the movement of his fingers, but he still felt so close. ‘How’s it feel?’ Ronan breathed. ‘Feels good,’ Andi moaned. ‘God . . . Wish you were here, fucking me.’ The sound Ronan made was more like a growl than anything else. ‘So do I, boy. So do I. But until I am, this will have to do.’ ‘Mhm . . .’ Andi felt breathless. ‘Fuck . . . Ronan, please . . .’ ‘Go on then. You can come.’ Andi picked up the pace. His thighs quivered, and he could barely remain standing, unable to support himself with his other hand since he was on the phone. ‘Oh, fuck! Ah!’ He came, but kept stroking, and not long after he came again. He dropped to his knees, hand still working. ‘Fuck, you sound so good, Andi. Keep this up, I’m gonna come, too. Think you’ve got another one in you?’ ‘Yeah.’ Andi kept going, eyes slipping shut. ‘I can . . . fuck! Shit . . . I need to . . .’ He hesitated, face feeling hot. ‘I need to pee.’ ‘I see. Tell you what. When you come, you can pee.’ ‘Mmh . . . Yes, sir.’ Andi stroked himself faster, getting closer and closer. ‘Ronan . . . Ronan, I’m gonna come again!’ ‘Mm, go ahead. Let me hear you. I’m so close, I’m gonna come, too. Wish I could come in your mouth. All over your face.’ That was all it took, and Andi gave a loud shout as he came a third time. He was forced to stop touching himself, as he was too sensitive to continue, and then he pissed again, letting out a moan of relief. On the other end of the line, he heard Ronan swear, and groan, voice gaining in pitch as he finally came. Andi loved listening to Ronan coming. He loved listening to Ronan, period. ‘How are you feeling?’ asked Ronan softly. ‘Good. I feel . . .’ Andi gave a breathless laugh. ‘I feel good. Thanks. Fuck . . .’ Ronan laughed as well. ‘You always sound so good, boy. Can’t wait to see you again.’ ‘You’re still coming next weekend, right?’ ‘Of course I am. Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Andi. You won’t be able to walk.’ Andi whimpered. If he gave himself a few minutes, he’d be ready for another three or four orgasms, he was sure of it. His libido had already been high pre-T. Testosterone did not serve to soften it. Still, best not push his luck. As much as he loved and accepted Ronan’s discipline, there could be too much of a good thing. He cleared his throat. ‘Can’t wait.’ ‘I don’t want you to touch yourself until then, boy. Is that clear?’ Andi gave another soft whimper. ‘Yes . . . yes, sir.’ ‘Good boy. I’ll see you soon enough.’ ‘Yeah. See ya. Thank you, sir.’ They hung up, and Andi stepped back into the shower for another rinse.
  4. 2 points
    I'm not really educated on philosophy, but to me, the part about a fantasy realized is a nightmare really makes a lot of sense to me. I've only ever done my holds at home, at night, when the rest of the house is asleep.. I fantasize about things like being stuck desperate in a car, or in class and not being allowed to go, and the feeling and fantasy really gets me going. However, I am completely ****ing terrified of it happening to me in reality, which is probably why I find myself compulsively using the bathroom before I go anywhere, whether I need to go or not, because then I think, "oh what if my car breaks down, or I get stopped for some reason and can't wait." I did the same thing in high school; I would use the bathroom between every 90-minute class(and after lunch) because I was afraid of having an accident if the school went into lock-down or something. No matter how much I fantasize about it, how much I think I want it, I'm too scared to actually let it happen..
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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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    Okay, had to do some compromising here since the two votes are kind of in direct opposition. Blushing at what her little sister is implying, but sure the younger girl is dead serious about her threat, Doremi replies, "O-okay..." as she lifts the hem of her uniform blouse to reveal several inches of thick girlcock poking up out of the waistband of her skirt, the elastic pinning it against her belly and the tip nearly touching the bottom of the redhead's sternum. Staring wide eyed at the engorged futahood, now much bigger than even Poppu's, all three girls approach their senpai, each running a finger along the exposed shaft, Doremi biting back a moan as Poppu declares, "Wow, Doremi has grown even faster than I expected. You must be near your usual limit if its this big." Bringing her hands to her older sister's waistband, the pinkette adds, "Now, let's see the rest of it." "Wait, haven't you seen enough?" shouts Doremi ni protest, trying to get away as Kumiko and Sayaka help their friend in yanking down the older girl's skirt and panties. In the process, Doremi loses her footing and finds herself flat on her back with her bottoms around her ankles and three little girls standing over her, nearly a foot of rock hard girlcock pointed skyward. Before the sixth grader can recover from her fall, Poppu plops down on her sister's stomach, though thankfully above the bulge of Doremi's bladder while Sayaka and Kumiko each straddle a thigh. The three girls each reach out a hand to grasp the older girl's shaft, Doremi's dick long enough that all three can wrap a hand around it without touching each other and thick enough that, even squeezing with all their strength, none of them can touch thumb to forefinger. They give the massive member a few strokes, making Doremi moan in pleasure before leaning in to kiss her tip. Before long, the trio have worked out a rhythm whereas one is licking up their senpai's shaft, the second is suskling at the tip, and the third is licking down a different side of the shaft. Thanks to the trio's combined ministrations, it isn't long before Doremi cries out, "I...I think I'm gonna cum!" Do they let Doremi cum? No, they leave her hanging and resume their walk. No they leave her hanging while they play with each other instead. No, they leave her hanging while using Doremi's holes to relieve their own futahoods(who takes which hole?). No, they leave her hanging and do something else. Yes, They make her shoot her load in the open air. Yes, one of them swallow's Doremi's seed. Yes, one of them tries to fit Doremi's girlcock in their cunny. Yes, they try bending Doremi's dick so she shoots in her own pussy. Yes, they make Doremi shoot her load somewhere else. Also, does Poppu slide forward/down to sit on Doremi's bladder?
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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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    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 :)
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