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  1. Penny’s New Bike. Chapter 1. “PENNY! PHONE!” Penny heard her mums call, and walked briskly from her room, an inquisitive look on her face. She didn’t receive a lot of calls on the house phone, as like most 18 year olds, her and most of her friends usually did most of their socialising via their cell phones or laptops. “Who is it mum?” She whispered, taking the handset, and covering the mouthpiece with her hand. “Some lady from the Cancer Research Foundation,” her mum whispered back. “What do you think it’s about?” Penny felt an excited tingle surging through her body. It could only be one thing, something that she had been daydreaming about lately. The raffle! Penny and her mum had been shopping recently, and the Cancer Research Foundation had been selling raffle tickets in the mall for five dollars each. First prize was a new car, second was a moped, third was a new bicycle. Not just any bicycle, but a proper road racing one, with an ultra lightweight carbon fibre frame, with a clothing and accessory package thrown in. Obviously Penny would love the car or moped, but any of the top three prizes would make her daily commute to college a lot easier. Her mum had bought them a ticket each, and had listed their landline number on the tickets. That had to be it! “Hello?” Penny said, her voice shaking with excitement, as her mother hovered beside her, listening anxiously. Jackie, Penny’s mother had forgotten all about the raffle, and her concern was entirely about why someone from the CRF would be ringing her hopefully perfectly healthy daughter! “Yes. Yes, this is her, I mean me. I’m me. I mean her....” Penny was too excited to think straight, and was starting to glow with embarrassment with how she suddenly seemed to have so much trouble talking. “Yes. Yes I did. That’s right,” she looked at her mum, and suddenly squealed with excitement. “OHMYGOD! YOU’REKIDDINGME! REALLY?!?” Holding the phone away from her mouth, she almost shouted at her mother. “I’ve won a prize mum! I’ve won that freaking bike!” Jackie could here the lady on the other end of the phone laughing loudly, and she clapped her hands with excitement for her daughter, before fetching a pad and pencil for Penny to take notes with. After the call had ended, Jackie and her daughter sat at the kitchen table with a calming cup of tea, while Penny filled her in on all the details. She had indeed won the third prize, a new bike valued at almost $5000, with all the extra accessories, including an electronic trip meter, a good quality bike lock, a water bottle, pump, maintenance kit, as well as a complete clothing package! She was ecstatic! “I almost wet my pants!” Penny said. “I’ve never been so excited!” Jackie laughed. Her daughter had been known to do that before, but not for at least a couple of years now. When she had been younger, Penny’s bladder had been just a little bit on the weaker side of normal, but as she had progressed through adolescence, it seemed to have strengthened itself as she had gotten older. As far as Jackie knew, Penny hadn’t wet herself for quite some time now, although she didn’t often do her daughters laundry much these days.... Mother and daughter talked excitedly about Penny’s good fortune, and started to make plans about how she could go about collecting her new bike. The bike store that had provided the prize was almost 20 kilometres away, and neither Jackie’s, or her husband Dereks cars had bike racks fitted, and were both too small to fit one in. “It’s no problem mum,” Penny declared happily. “I can ride it home! I’ve just gotta get up there to collect it. Apparently I can do it on Saturday morning! I’m sure dad will take me, if I ask him.” Jackie was unconvinced. “It’s a long way Pen. You haven’t ridden a bike for awhile now. Do you think you can ride that far?” Penny laughed. “Easy mum! This thing is as light as a feather! It’s an actual proper road racing bike you know! It’ll be super easy. Besides, if daddy takes me up there, I can just take my time, and stop at the beach for a swim on the way back. It’ll be awesome!” The family lived near the beach, and although the shop was a bit of a distance away, it would be mostly a flat, safe ride on the bike path that followed the freeway into their little slice of suburbia, with only a couple of small hills to manoeuvre as she got closer to home. Pennys father Derek was almost knocked off his feet by his daughter as soon as he walked in the door, and soon found himself agreeing to take her to the store on Saturday. “As long as it’s not too early,” he stipulated. “I’m going into the office anyway around mid morning, so as long as we can organise it for around then, it’s fine.” “Thanks daddy,” Penny squealed with delight, making him laugh as she wrapped him in a big hug, and kissed him on the cheek. Later, in her room, Penny started planning her trip. One of the highest priorities wasn’t just the ride, but how she could showcase it on her social media accounts. Like a lot of girls her age, she dreamed of being an “Influencer,” or at least “Instagram Famous,” although her rather mundane life of living with her parents and being a freshman at college didn’t exactly lead itself to a lot of followers outside her own circle of friends. She looked at herself in the mirror, self consciously admiring her reflection. She certainly thought that she could be considered pretty! The usual trademark features were there. Her hair was naturally blonde, her figure slim and curvy, and although her breasts weren’t huge, they weren’t exactly flat either! Her butt was nice and round, and would certainly look even rounder in her new skin tight lycra pants that she would soon be getting! She was of average height, and her teeth were nice and straight. Penny sighed at the girl in the mirror. Yes, she was reasonably attractive, but apparently she lacked that certain “something,” that special sparkle that made a stunningly beautiful girl step up from an average pretty one. “Never mind,” she told herself. “Wrap yourself up in some skin tight lycra, take some snaps with the flash new bike, and the old IG might light up like a neon billboard!” She really didn’t expect it would happen, but at least she might get a few likes on her social media accounts at least! Even if she didn’t, it would be so super cool having a bike that cost more than some of her friends cars! Yup. She couldn’t wait till Saturday. Turning away from the mirror, she opened her wardrobe door, and checked the panties that were hanging up in there. They were still wet. It probably wasn’t surprising, she thought. The phone call that had made her squirt uncontrollably into her pants with excitement had only happened a couple of hours ago. At least her skirt had prevented her mother from seeing any wet spot, and although she had needed to quickly rub her socked foot across a couple of drips on the floor, her mum hadn’t noticed that either. Nobody had seen her wet herself for almost two years now, and although it still happened occasionally, she hoped that nobody would ever know that little accidents still affected her sometimes.
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  2. Tierra was a friend of mine in college, and eventually, we ended up being friends with benefits. This was After I had dated Margo, from one of my previous stories, Margo and I ended on good terms and remain friends. We simply just felt that neither one of us really wanted to be tied down at that point in our lives and wanted to end on good terms so we could remain friends. After Margo, I dated a little here and there, but nothing serious, and no wetters as far as I knew. Then I met Tierra. We had a class together and we were partnered on a project. Which meant I got to spend a lot of time with her in and out of class, which was nice, because she’s beautiful. Tierra, that daughter of a white mother and a father of Latino decent, was naturally tan. She was a short girl, about 5’1. She had curly dark hair, loved to wear tights and tight pants that showed off her beautiful ass. She had boobs that fit perfectly on her body. Not huge but definitely not small either. We started to hang out more and more and one day at the library Tierra asked me to grab her computer charger out of her purse for her. I said sure and looked into her purse to see a light blue pair of bikini style panties “T, why do you randomly have a pair of underwear on your purse?” “Oh my gosh” she said laughing “I forgot those were in there!” I laughed and said “do you always keep these with you” She laughed and began to tell me why she had them “Ok if I tell you, you can’t make fun of me. It’s kinda embarrassing” “Well, no promises” I jokingly teased her. “Ok” she began. “Oh my gosh I can’t believe I’m telling you” she laughed while blushing. “Most of the time, like when I’m with my girlfriends and I know we are going to be goofing around and just doing dumb shit, I keep an extra pair in my purse in case I pee a little” Smiling and laughing I responded “in case you pee a little?” “Yes!” Tierra said as she smiled and blushed. “From like laughing too hard!” “Does it work?” I asked “Well, sometimes. If I only pee a little or if I can stop it, it does. But sometimes when it happens o just can’t stop it and like, completely piss myself” I was turned on by this, but I couldn’t give that away. I had to find a way to get more info out of her with out sounding too excited. “When was the last time?” I asked. “This Sunday at Laney’s. We were having our wine night and just watching stupid YouTube videos” “So did your extra panties come in handy?” I asked her, trying to keep the conversation going. “Not at all.” She blushed. “It was one where I couldn’t stop. Once it started it just kept coming and I totally wet myself” she laughed “So what did you do?” I wondered “Put my jeans in the dryer and wore a pair of Laneys shorts the rest of the night.” “This happen a lot??” I asked her “More often than I’d care to admit” she laughed. Her jovial laugh and personality, especially about this issue, made me all the more turned on “What are some of the other times?” Tierra thought for a second “Well a few weeks ago we were walking home from the bar, and I already kinda had to go, and the my friend Tiffany was so drunk, she tripped going up the stairs at our apartment. I don’t know why but seeing her just drunkenly fall up the stairs was so funny. I started crying laughing. Then I started peeing. I was drunk, already needed to go, and was laughing hysterically. It was a perfect, or imperfect, storm. There was nothing I could do. I just stood there and pissed my pants while continuing to laugh!” She said laughing. She was so cute. “Then another time, about a month ago” she continued without me asking “we were at a party and my friend Mary was going around smacking these random guys at the party on the butt and saying “nice pooper” or something like that! Again I don’t know why it was so funny but I couldn’t stop laughing. Then I felt my panties getting warmer and warmer and my legs getting damp and knew I was peeing!” “So you had to go home?” I asked her “No no. This time my extra undies came in handy” she said with a giggle. “I Ran to the bathroom and jumped in their bathtub. I was wearing a skirt fortunately. My panties were already a lost cause but I didn’t want to pee on my skirt or on my legs or shoes. So I just hiked my skirt up, spread my legs and finished up. All while still laughing” she continued “Then I got my spare underwear out of my purse, slipped them on and went back to the party!” “What did you do with the wet pair?” I questioned her “Wrapped them in tp and put them back in my purse” she answered. I grinned at her and laughed “you’re a damn goof ya know that?” I teased “I know I know” she replied “I really am” That was the end of that conversation for the day as we got back to working on our project. Our bond grew closer and closer and we started hanging out a lot more outside of class. I could tell I was starting to fall for her, but wasn’t ready for another relationship at that point. But man, was she gorgeous. A few weeks later, we hooked up for the first time, and it was incredible. Even though we were spending more time, the only other mention of any of her laugh wettings was when I texted her a funny video and she replied “lol I woulda peed if I saw that live.” But that was it To be honest, we had so much in common that I had kinda forgot about her wetting stories. I mean, the fact that she was a laugh wetter was always in the back of my mind, but it never got brought up after that time at the library. That is, until about a week later. It was a Friday night and we all went out to a bar a little off campus. My group of friends and hers. She showed up looking breathtaking. She had her beautiful black hair all done up. She was wearing a black shirt that showed off the cleavage of her beautiful breasts and her flat, tan stomach. She was wearing smaller heals and a skin tight pair of blue jeans that looked like they were painted on. I was blown away by how Tierra looked. “You look incredible” I told her. “Did you bring your back up undies?” I joked “Of course” she said with a smile, opening her purse to show me the little black thong she had in there. “Atta girl!” We drank at my house for a little and then went out to the bar. We were all having a great time. Eventually as the night went on, Tierra and I were being quite flirtatious with one another. Dancing, talking, we even played a game of skee ball against each other. Before we knew it, it was almost closing time and our taxi was outside to take us back to our house on campus. “After party at our place!” I announced to everyone in our group, as I exited the bar holding Tierra’s hand. We had hooked up a few times before recently, and I wanted tonight to be no exception. We got back to my place on campus and we all decided that we were going to get high. One of my roommates had some, and rolled it into an empty cigar. We all smoked it, then, we did something that made us all laugh. We decided, in our intoxicating state, that we were going to rap. So we did, very, very badly I might add. At it was very funny. We were all laughing out asses off. Tierra was sitting on my lap. She leaned her head on my shoulder and, in between laughter, could barely manage to get out “I’m peeing. I’m, I’m peeing!!” As she continued to laugh. I picked her up off my lap (didn’t want to give away how excited I was) and watched as her skin tight jeans turned darker and darker as her pee ran down the inside of her legs, soaking her all the way to her shoes. From the back, her stain ran about halfway up her perfect ass and all the way down the back of her pants too. Ending about right in the middle. From the front you could see a little stream of pee that had made its way to the front and ran down her pant leg on the right side. She continued laughing as she stood there, legs spread, peeing. A puddle was beginning to pool beneath her on our hard wood floor and the pee dripped from her crotch and pants. “Oh my god Tierra!” Her friend Tiffany chimed “you do this entirely too much!” “I couldn’t help it! I couldn’t stop laughing!” Tierra explained. “Tierra this is the second time this week!” Her roommate Mary informed. “It is?” Asked my roommate “Yeah” Tiffany confirmed “she did the other day when we were playing that Heads Up game!” “You guys know what happens when I laugh too hard!” Tierra said. She turned to look at me “umm do you have a pair of shorts I can wear?” She asked grinning. “Yeah, come on” I answered. She followed me into my room and closed the door. I can’t believe I did that” Tierra laughed at herself. “Actually, yeah I can” she said as she peeled off her soaked jeans. I took them from her and put them in a bag. I could smell the aroma from them. They were still drenched! Tierra was now standing there in just a red thong and her black top. Her sexy little red thong, saturated in her pee, was clinging to her skin around her hairless vagina, making her panties almost see thru. She quickly removed her wet thong and revealed to me her perfect bald pussy, glistening with the wetness of her pee. I gave her a towel to dry her crotch area a little before she went to her purse and put on the extra pair of undies she always kept with her for exactly these types of things. She slipped it on and I stared as her beautiful ass swallowed in up, snug between her buttcheeks. She was a beautiful sight. “Do you have anything I can wear so I’m not walking around in a thong the rest of the night?” Tierra asked “Yeah I have some shorts for you to wear. But if you piss in them you’re buying me new ones” I kidded her. Tierra couldn’t help but laugh “Oh shut up” she giggled. She threw on a pair of my shorts and we headed back out to the living room. “All cleaned up?” My roommate asked “Oh yeah” Tierra said back “in my new sexy shorts!” She joked Unfortunately that night, we did not have sex. We stayed up late. Later than anyone else just talking. I even, in a drunken state, confessed that I kind of wanted to be with her. In the end though, we both decided that since we had both just gotten out of relationships, that it probably wasn’t the best idea to jump back into one. However, we did agree that we’d continue being friends with benefits, because our sex was great!! Tierra stayed the night with me, falling asleep in my arms on the couch. The next morning, I got her pants and panties out of the dryer and gave her a ride home. I was disappointed we didn’t have sex, but was happy I got to have such a great night with her.
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    This was just requested for me to put on here! I hope this is what you all wanted to see!
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  4. Another video, as promissed, this time she is peeing her jeans. 20190622_151946[Mute].mp4
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  5. Hi! this is my first time writing something like this. I've posted some real sexual encounters online before, but never written kink fiction like this. This is a story I'm making up about a lesbian couple: A trans woman named Sarah, and her girlfriend, Kylie. This story is heavy on sexual content, non-sexual peeing, sexual peeing, and other kinks- but also, it's heavy on romance, character development and some background. These characters aren't real, but aspects of their personalities are inherited from myself and my partner in real life. These characters are not made-for-porn lesbians who exist to get you off (though I certainly hope to achieve that!) but hopefully will serve as believable, likable and relatable women. There's not enough trans-positive porn out there, and I figured the best way to change that is to write some myself. First, some information to get out of the way for the sake of clarity for CIS readers and for trans readers to get a vibe for the character and see if it's right for them and their own outlooks on their bodies and identities: Sarah is a trans woman. She has a penis, though a couple years of hormones have realistically altered its appearance and function. She refers to it by a large variety of words, including but not limited to: girlcock, cock, penis, dick, and clit. She refers to her ass as, well, her ass, but also as her pussy in some situations where Kylie tops her. I will never use degrading terms or slurs in these stories, or any of my stories for that matter. I do have some realistic experiences with my trans' characters' coming out stories and mentions of being deadnamed, but nobody is going to treat these characters poorly. It's porn, you're here to cum, not think about heavy shit. Sex between these characters takes on a variety of forms, and one of them is PIV penetrative sex. Now, CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS: Sarah is a strong girl, a little bit physically as she spends time working on her project cars, but also emotionally and intellectually. She has a thirst to teach herself things and to share her passions with anyone who will listen, but especially her girlfriend. She's 5'10, has shoulder-length hair that's naturally dark brown but that she dyes regularly, usually blonde or black. Her eyes are a greyblue, and her skin a milky white. She's been on HRT for two years, and she's a lesbian- but without a genital preference. She dresses goth in style when she's trying, and works as a freelance media producer. She has C-cup breasts, thick thighs and a strong core- even if she's got some extra meat on her butt and tummy. She's a hot head, but sensitive. In bed, she's a slutty little switch- much like her partner. Her kinks include various forms of omo, pee play and watersports- including diaper usage- but you'll have to stick around to learn more about her and her sex life. Kylie is equally strong, but in her own ways. Where Sarah has a short fuse and shorter patience, Kylie prefers to let cooler head prevail. She's a professional music producer and is in a successful electronic music project which she runs from the girls' home studio. She's bisexual, but prefers women, albeit with no genital preference. Her skin isn't quite as pale as Sarah's, but still pretty damn pale. Where Sarah prefers to step out in leather pants with straps, designer boots, dark eyeliner and black lipstick, Kylie takes on a more street punk aesthetic- ripped jeans, Converse, and plaid. Lots of plaid. She stands about 5'8, 36D breasts and a round little booty, thighs not quite as thick as her girlfriend's but certainly more toned, from her years playing volleyball in high school. She shares a lot of kinks with Sarah, but grew up a bit more sexually repressed, and thus has trouble expressing her sexuality as freely- something that Sarah brings out of her easily. She's got pixie-cut black hair and deep blue eyes, and industrial piercings in her ears. She can look a bit tough- albeit sexy- but under the skin, she's compassionate, for animals, for her friends, and most of all, for her partner. I hope you enjoy! Part 1. Setting Off (Tags: Pee, pee drinking, oral sex, holding, cuddling) Kylie caught herself smiling like an idiot as she watched Sarah talk to her parents about work. She loved to talk about her passions, perhaps a little too much, and Kylie couldn’t help but notice the soft, adorable glow of Sarah’s cheeks as she gushed about her latest project, a marketing package for a rather large car dealership. No matter what it was, Sarah had a lot to say about it- in part due to her inexplicable desire and capacity to learn everything there was about something she encountered. Kylie had spent many nights in their shared home office, cuddled up in Sarah’s lap as she gushed on and on about work or video games or her latest passion project, haphazardly balancing her laptop on one knee as she pulled up picture after picture that would usually do little to further Kylie’s understanding of the nuances of the Wankel engine, or whatever else had been holding Sarah’s brain captive lately. Not that Kylie could complain- she loved hearing Sarah talk, especially when she tried to explain things to her- she liked a brainy girl. Sarah had been talking faster than she’d been eating, and her mother politely reminded her to eat the steak her father had grilled for everyone before it got cold. Sarah seemed surprised to see that everyone besides her had almost finished their entree. She shut up and followed suit, but not before meeting Kylie’s gaze and returning her own teasing eyebrow wiggle as the realization that she’d been caught ‘mirin warmed Kylie’s cheeks. She looked down and feigned thirst, drinking perhaps too fast from her glass of iced tea. “So, when are y’all finally getting married?” Sarah’s mom interjected, seemingly oblivious to the weight of the question. Both girls choked on their respective bites of steak for a second, before regaining composure and meeting the question with a smile. “When you and dad scrape together the cash to pay for the reception. We’re fine waiting.” “Us? Honey, you two make more than enough to support yourself without even breaking a sweat.” She wasn’t wrong. Kylie was a musician, the ringleader of an electronic music project that made enough from merch and record sales to afford Kylie a quite comfy life by herself- Sarah’s advertising and videography expertise and odd assortment of bits, bobs and jobs only added to the girls’ cashflow. “You’re right, but consider we aren’t ready for that step yet!” Sarah said before taking her own swig of the iced tea. Despite the girls’ relationship going almost three years strong, marriage had been a rare topic. The girls supposed they were just too busy living their life to think about taking the next big step- actually, the thought of another big event where she had to interact with crowds of people and make sure everyone was enjoying themselves made her head spin- it reminded her of volunteering during college. The steak lunch was the cap to the final day of a week long trip to visit Sarah’s parents in southern Oregon. Sarah’s parents were rather traditional, and while they had done their best to be accepting of her transition and lesbian relationship, cracks showed when spending any real amount of time around the older couple- from probing questions about the girls’ sex life to Sarah’s father accidentally calling her by her deadname. Sarah loved her parents dearly, but she was ready to get back to Palm Desert. As everyone sat around the table on the back porch, sipping final glasses of tea and tidying clean-licked plates, Sarah shot a loot at Kylie that indicated it was time to start wrapping up the trip. The girls helped clean the dishes, then excused themselves to Sarah’s childhood bedroom to take a nap before setting off homebound. The girls planned to drive straight through the night, to dodge some traffic and heat. The two squeezed into the rather small attached bathroom to get ready for bed. “You sure you’re good to drive all night? I don’t mind taking a shift,” Kylie said as she squeezed a dot of toothpaste onto her brush from the little travel-sized tube the girls picked up at Target the night before their trip, struggling to get an adequate amount out of the very end of the spent tube. “Yes, hon, I’m sure,” Sarah said in her self-assured voice that found her most times she was questioned. “Besides, you can't drive stick. The last thing we need is to end up stranded in NorCal with a toasted clutch. Hey, leave some for me,” she interjected as she noticed Kylie using the very last of the toothpaste. “It’s fine, just borrow some from your ‘rents.” Kylie mumbled through a mouth of toothpaste. “Eh, I’ll do it when we get up,” Sarah said, stretching and yawning before wrapping her arms around Kylie from behind. She had only just placed a gentle kiss on Kylie’s neck and given her a squeeze around the waist before the pressure of Kylie’s hips against her abdomen reminded her how full of pee she was. Kylie turned to kiss her, but only got a quick peck before Sarah whispered “hold that thought” and retreated to the toilet in the corner of the room. As much as she loved to hold, she didn’t quite fancy having an accident that would have to be left for her mother to clean up- so Sarah would act her age and use the toilet. She unbuttoned her black denim shorts and slid them down in one stride along with her cotton boyshort panties- letting free her girlcock and giving Kylie an excellent full frontal view as she proceeded to pull off her top and sports bra as well, letting her natural-grown C-cup breasts jiggle as they fell from their fabric prison. Kylie licked her lips and raised an eyebrow- a shiver of desire running down her spine. “Easy, tiger, I’m just getting comfy for our nap. Save the fun for when we get back,” Sarah whispered perhaps a little sexier than was necessary as she sat down on the toilet and let go, fully aware that she had an audience who couldn’t get enough of it. Hm, perhaps she was spreading her legs a little more than normal- and Kylie got a clear view of her stream as she liberated the embarrassingly high number of iced teas she’d drank over the course of the morning and early afternoon from her bladder, her pee a little darker than her usual clear. Her flow was steady and made a very satisfying noise as it streamed into the water in the toilet, almost as satisfying as the feeling of letting it all go. Sarah’s stream remained steady and strong for nearly a minute before starting to taper off, and when it stopped, she stood, pulled up her panties and kicked the shorts across the room where the girls’ dirty laundry bag waited. A little dark splotch formed in the front of her grey cotton panties as some extraneous drops found their way out of her. She reached to flush, but Kylie called for her to wait. “No sense wasting water when I have to go anyway,” she said with a now extremely seductive undertone to her voice. Sarah felt her cock twitch a little, and let go of the handle. “By all means,” and she sat on the floor in front of the toilet. Kylie pulled her jeans and panties completely off, and then sat on the toilet, legs even more spread than Sarah’s. “Come here!” she commanded, and Sarah shifted off her butt and onto her knees, leaning forward and kissing her inner thighs, sending a shiver through Kylie that ripped away whatever desire she had to make Sarah wait. With her pussy inches from Sarah’s face, she let go. The trickle burbled forward just a little bit, splashing against Sarah’s cheek a little before slowing and starting to just fall into the toilet, the clearer liquid of the better hydrated girl mixing with her partner’s in the bowl below. Sarah’s damp cheek pressed against Kylie’s left thigh as she turned her mouth to face the sitting girl’s crotch, and stuck out her tongue, catching small amounts of her pee in her mouth with each pass at her clit. Sarah felt herself getting more and more turned on, the hot and slightly salty taste of her girlfriend’s pee fresh in her mouth even after each small swallow, and her girlcock starting to swell in her panties. Both girls were rather surprised by the bold, sexy act- they had drank each others’ piss before, but it wasn’t a very common type of play- they really had to be in the mood. Now, not only was Sarah giving head while drinking from the tap, she was doing it in her childhood bathroom- the same room she spent six years getting ready for middle and high school in days past. Each prod at Kylie’s clit was met with a little bit of a spasm, and as a consequence, Sarah’s face, hair and breasts were now various degrees of damp. As her stream started to slow, Kylie felt Sarah go for one final suck on her clit- something that elicited a sharp ah from Kylie as she accidentally pushed a hot stream of pee especially hard out of her, filling Sarah’s mouth as she let go of the now empty girl’s clit and sending clear pee dribbling out of her very surprised girlfriend’s mouth. The two set to cleaning the bathroom, packing their toiletries and eventually settled into the double bed for what would be the last time on this trip, somewhere around 3PM. Freshly showered and bare naked, the two snuggled close, Sarah’s legs interlocked with Kylie’s and with the soft trans girl’s head tucked inside the curve of her lover’s neck, sound asleep. The two were woken from their peaceful nap around 8, just before sun would set over Medford, Oregon, by the harsh tone of Sarah’s phone alarm clock. At the protest of her girlfriend, she rollled over, dismisses the alarm and slid her glasss back onto her face. “Morning sweet pea,” she said to Kylie, before turning to see her still face down in the pillow, just the corner of a smile and a shut eyelid visible of her beautiful face. “You wanna sleep in while I get the car ready, sleepyhead?” “I love to sleepzzzzz,” Kylie mumbled into the pillow. Sarah planted a gentle kiss on top of her head before rising and starting to dress. She had laid out an outfit before packing her bag back up- a pair of fleecy black leggings, an oversized blue t-shirt and some comfy cotton boyshorts she’d gotten from PINK. She’d forgone a bra for this journey- normally, it helped her feel very secure and feminine, something tracing its roots back to the earliest days of her transition, before the hormones when she just wore sports bras either flat or stuffed with fluffy socks. It had been a good way to feel femme, but one couldn’t exactly call the sensation comfortable on a long drive- especially with the newfound sensitivity that her hormones afforded to her and her cute, C-cup titties. Trying to move as quietly as she could, Sarah carried their bags to the living room where her dad helped her pack them into the small cargo area of the car they’d driven to Medford- Sarah’s latest project, a ‘97 Nissan 300ZX she had restored in a couple months of weekends. Once the bags had been loaded, Sarah set about checking the oil and drove it up the street to fill it with gas before returning to her parents’ house to wake up Kylie. When she got back, she was surprised to see through the window that Kylie was up and dressed, talking to Sarah’s mom in the kitchen. Hugs and kisses were exchanged, and just before Sarah dropped the gleaming white Z into reverse, her mom came running out the front door with a plastic grocery bag in one arm and the other waving frantically, as if she was stopping Sarah from pulling into oncoming traffic. “I almost forgot, I got y’all some sustenance for the ride home. 11 hours isn’t anything to sneeze at. Take breaks, drive safe, love you!” She shouted, dropping the bag into Sarah’s lap and retreating into the house, blowing kisses as she went. Sarah handed the bag off to Kylie, who took inventory while Sarah piloted the Z towards the southbound ramp, shifting through the sports car’s five gears the way she had a million times before but still managing to elicit a lip bite from her girlfriend every time. The futchy, switchy girl in the passenger seat found something incredibly hot about her femme, glam-gothic girlfriend driving a stick shift. “Two Red Bulls, two big ass waters and- aw! Candy! How’d she know I like almond Hershey’s?” Kylie gasped as she dug through the plastic bag. “Come on sweetheart, you really think we don’t talk about you? There isn’t much my mom doesn’t know about you- all of it good, of course,” the goth girl in the driver’s seat teased, winking slyly. She had gotten a lot closer with her mother since coming out as a transgender woman two years before, just before she started her first hormone treatment. Her mom’s occasional social cluelessness aside, she had been a wonderfully supportive mother through everything- even taking Sarah out shopping the next night and buying her a cute dress to wear on her first anniversary date with Kylie- and helped size her daughter for some sexy lingerie for when she and her girlfriend found their way home, tipsy off restaurant-portioned wine and Italian food. All things considered, she felt incredibly lucky to have her mom in her life. “And you think we don’t talk about you,” Kylie said, hiding her blush by pretending to struggle to pop the top on an orange Red Bull and sticking it in the cup holder closest to Sarah. “Who do you think told her about your unhealthy caffeine hobby?” Blushing in turn, Sarah put the car in fifth as they reached cruising velocity and took a swig from the energy drink, effortlessly piloting the car toward Palm Desert. ~~Four Hours Later~~ Midnight had struck, and the girls were feeling wide awake, buzzed off the caffeine as the Nissan carried them towards home, reflectors shining on the pavement as it stretched off into the distance. A playlist blending punk, metal, industrial, dance and techno boomed from the aftermarket speakers- a special road trip list the girls had concocted together before setting off for Oregon the week before, containing their favorite earworms. Sarah had been enjoying the ride, occasionally glancing down at the temperature and oil pressure gauges to make sure her hand-built baby was weathering the miles okay. She had started to feel a bit of pressure in her bladder, but one, that excited her, and two, there wasn’t another rest stop for the better part of an hour. She would be fine, even if her squirms and occasional grasp at her crotch told a different story. A story that Kylie could read with ease. She looked up from her phone, and sprouted a devilish grin as she watched Sarah squirm, her lip bite telegraphing more than she would have liked about both how soon she’d need to pee and how turned on that made her. “Everything okay, sweetheart?” Kylie asked, in her patronizing voice reserved specifically for when she knew her girlfriend needed the toilet. She had a bit of pressure herself, but she knew that energy drinks went through Sarah like nothing, and the orange can had been sitting empty in the cup holder for hours. Unsurprisingly, she hadn’t yet dared to open her water. “I’m fine!” Sarah hissed, a bratty scowl crossing her face before being replaced by one of overwhelming sensation as her girlfriend reached across the center console and teased her slightly bulging crotch with her slender fingers, pressing on the head of her girlcock and then on her bladder. “You sureeee?” “Yes, and I can prove it! Gimme that water!” “Sarah, you don’t have to prove it. We can stop and pee if you like. I know you just finished this car, you probably don’t wanna mess up the seats.” “They’re leather, it’ll be fine. Besides, I’ll last longer than you.” “Is that a challenge?” Kylie barely whispered into her partner’s ear while tightening her grip on the tip of her partner’s clit. Struggling to maintain composure, Sarah affirmed that it was, and took the bottle of water, taking a swig. Kylie mulled over her proposal for a second, then laid it on her: “if you pee first, you’ve gotta dom me when we get back. I can tell from your face you wanna be a subby little slut when we get home. But if you can’t hold your pee like a good girl, maybe you shouldn’t be fucked like one either.” Sarah tightened her muscles, coincidentally causing her cock to throb a little in Kylie’s hand. “You’re on. Drink your water.”
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  6. Definitely not one of my better ones, but here it is. Jenny opened the door and entered the house from the garage. She had just gotten home from a class and was excited to spend the rest of the evening with Megan and Katy for family game night. She walked into the living room and found Megan, her lover, laying on her stomach with a board game in front of her. It was clear she was in the middle of a game with Katy, her daughter, but Katy was not in the room. "Hey, how was class?" Megan asked. "Meh, the usual. Professor Whitman is really good at breaking things down, but the material is just so boring." Jenny said as she set her backpack down near the hallway entrance. "Where's Katy?" "Bathroom." Megan said as she started to get up. When she lifted herself off the floor, Jenny saw that the front of her jeans was soaked and there was a large wet spot on the carpet where she had just been laying. From the glistening and how tiny streaks shot downward, it was clear that Megan had just finished peeing herself seconds before. She walked over to Jenny and embraced her in a hug, then gave her a quick but passionate kiss on the lips. Jenny reached down and felt Megan's crotch. Her hand instantly became soaked with Megan's pee. Megan just smiled at her. They heard the toilet flush and Megan put her finger over her mouth and said quietly "shhh" then quickly went and laid back down covering the wet spot on the carpet. Jenny snickered at the idea that the 10 year old was the one who went to the toilet like a big girl and her mom was the one who'd wet herself, albeit, on purpose. After washing her hands, Katy came into the room and said "You're turn mom!" "I don't need to go." Megan said matter-of-factly. "What? No, I mean your turn in the game silly!" Katy said as she threw her arms around Jenny. "Are you going to play with us?" She asked. "Of course!" Jenny replied, returning the hug. She joined them on the floor but had to wait until the next round to join the game, so she just sat with her legs crossed and watched. As soon as she was comfortable, she relaxed and started to pee in her jeans. Katy noticed and said jokingly "You need potty training!" "So do you!" Jenny replied, also jokingly. "Psh! I just went to the toilet!" Katy said as she moved her piece on the board. "Psh! Only because you got in trouble! What was it again?" Jenny said playfully while tapping her chin with one finger. Katy's face flushed and she said with slight solemn "I peed my pants at school again." Jenny glanced down to see how large of a wet spot she'd made on the carpet and to momentarily admire her wet jeans, then she looked back at Katy and said "Yeah, so how long is your no-wetting punishment?" Katy looked at the clock on the wall, then back at Jenny "Until mid-night. That's like six hours away!" "Think you can last that long?" "You obviously can't!" Jenny gasped and smiled at the sharp reply. "I didn't get in trouble though!" "Yeah, well at least mom is still dry!" Katy retorted glancing at Megan. Megan stuck out her tongue at Jenny. Jenny bit her lip and resisted the urge to snicker. "Alright!" Jenny said standing up. "Let's have a contest!" She went into the kitchen and got three large 64 ounce water bottles from the cupboard and filled them up. She took them back into the living room and set one next to each of them. "You two have 30 minutes to drink the entire bottle, whoever wets themselves first loses!" Jenny shot a mischievous at Megan, who returned to her a look of unamusement. Jenny sat back down in her wet spot and started a 30 minute timer on her phone. Katy and Megan both began gulping water at regular intervals over the next half hour. Meanwhile Jenny casually sipped hers, intending to enlarge the wet spot she'd already made at some point during the evening. After the 30 minutes had elapsed, both Megan and Katy had finished their bottles as required by the contest. 60 minutes in, after several more rounds of the board game, Katy was starting to squirm. Megan, though her bladder was filling up, wasn't quite desperate yet. "Let's play a different game." Katy said. "Mom, you go pick one." "That's okay, you can pick the next one." Megan replied. "But it's your turn, I picked this one." Katy responded. "How about Jenny pick?" Megan suggested. "I wouldn't want to mess up the order!" Jenny exclaimed, trying will all her might to conceal the smile that tugged at the edges of her mouth. "You pick." She said back to Megan. There was a short pause. "Fine." Katy said, jumping to her feet. She quickly cleaned up the game and ran to the closet to pick another one. A moment later she came back with a different box and sat down. "Don't you have to go yet?" She asked her mom, squirming slightly as she removed the lid to the box. "A little. Are you going to last?" Megan asked. Katy looked nervously at the clock, then at Jenny. Jenny suddenly realized she had undermined Megan's punishment for Katy. She made a mental note to apologize to Megan later. "I think we should check!" Katy said standing back up. "See, I'm still dry!" She added turning around and back again. "Your turn mom!" "I'm good!" Megan said without moving. "You mean you're still dry?" Katy asked kneeling down squeezing her legs together. "Yep!" Megan chirped. Katy paused for a second. "Jenny, check her!" "What, you don't trust me!" Megan exclaimed with just a little too much enthusiasm. "I just want to be sure!" Katy responded. Jenny got up from her spot and crawled on all fours over to the dim corner where the lower half of Megan's body was. The carpet and her jeans were still damp from earlier, but there was no sign that Megan had peed again during the contest. Jenny admired Megan's cute butt for a moment while she debated ratting her out or not, then she crawled back to her spot. "Satisfied?" Megan asked before Jenny could speak. "Fine." Katy said as she finished setting up the game board, cards and pieces. Jenny, meanwhile, started to pee again and accomplished her goal of enlarging her wet spot on the carpet. Katy looked at her with envy for a moment. 30 minutes late, Katy was squirming bad while Megan still showed no signs. Finally Katy jumped and said "Oh my gosh! How are you not desperate right now!" After a moment of dancing in place holding herself, Katy trotted around the game board to check her mom. She gasped loudly. "Mom!" Katy announced sternly "You peed! It's almost dry, it must have been a while ago! You cheated!" Megan, now busted, could do nothing more to hide it. She rolled onto her side to reveal the damp patch of carpet underneath her, then she reached out and tickled her daughter until she peed herself (which was pretty quick). Jenny laughed heartily. "You knew!" Katy exclaimed to Jenny as she stood there soaking her jeans. Jenny nodded as she calmed her laughter. "Does this mean my punishment is over?" Katy asked carefully. "Yeah, you can wet yourself again." Megan conceded. "But what's the rule you broke?" "Only at home unless you give me permission." Katy droned. "Yep. Now let's play!" Megan said, rolling back onto her stomach. Katy returned to her spot and they started the game. Megan emptied her bladder into her jeans and the carpet during her first turn. It turned out to be a lot of urine and made her spot almost as large as Jenny's, until Jenny wet herself again later. They played and wet themselves the rest of the evening.
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  7. As we speed towards 2020 I can't help but think back to 2007, when I first started HD Wetting, and reflect on how far I have come personally, and with the site and its content. I thought it would be a fun challenge for myself to share a different photo from HD Wetting every day from now until the new year is upon us, as well as some behind-the-scenes anecdotes about the photo. To kick things off, I selected this photo for today- The models are Julie and Sammy and the photo dates from the earlier days of HD Wetting. At the point this photo was taken, HD Wetting was just really getting started as its own, stand-alone, website as we moved from Clips4sale. To beef up the website with more than just our Clips4sale content, we started adding photosets, but we didn't really put much time into them. As you can clearly see in this image, we just used the on-camera flash and no other lighting. The main focus was video, so we didn't put too much effort into photos. It was a very different time for HD Wetting. For one thing, we only had a few dozen members back then. The site was earning hardly anything, and I was barely paying the girls enough to pay for their gas to get to the shoots. There was almost no nudity or sexuality in the videos, it was almost exclusively just wetting. We would only shoot a handful of scenes at every shoot, only updating the site a couple of times a month, which is why the girls were willing to work for such a little amount. Back then, Craigslist made hiring adult models fairly easy.
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  8. Hi everyone! I actually wet myself for the first time this morning and am kind of curious about it. I did a little searching, found this site, and decided to share! So last night I was out drinking with my friends. Just regular drinking and dancing, but when I got home I went straight to bed instead of using the bathroom like I usually did. I woke up I about an hour later with a mild need to pee, but I've found needing to go always turns me on a bit. I started thinking about my friend who's super hot and started fondling my boobs to warm myself up. But, rubbing my boobs makes me fall alseep while I'm drunk and I ended up nodding off before I got anywhere. Fortunately, I had a crazy sex dream that was super hot and satisfying. Eventually, I shot awake, my panties were soaking wet and I was absolutely dying to pee. I crossed my legs and shot my hand to hold myself. I instinctively thurst my hips against my hand a few times from being super horny until I felt a shot of hot pee against my hands. I froze and locked up hard, in a fog thinking about what to do next. I didn't want to wet the bed, so I tried to get up, but when I stood, more piss shot out and I could feel some drips between my thighs and start down my leg. I started to hobble over to my bathroom, but about halfway through the living room, I started to lose it and couldn't stop. I ran into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, peeing full force through my panties. I never felt more relieved in my life to just let go as I sat there in pure euphoric bliss. My hand wandered into my panties and I came in absolute no time, one of the best i ever had. I just sat on the toilet until I was completely done peeing. I stood up and looked myself in the full length mirror, inspecting the mess I made and thought it was incredibly hot. I showered up, got my phone, and started looking up stuff and stumbled over this site! I spent the rest of the day wrestling with the idea of whether to share my story or not, and well, here I am!
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  9. The latest video of my girlfriend wetting her jeans shorts. 20191005_073535[Trim][Mute].mp4
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  10. Ex internet girlfriend omorashi View File This was just requested for me to put on here! I hope this is what you all wanted to see! Submitter ethanboi_i Submitted 10/08/2019 Category Peeing
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  11. Get dat gun n get outta there! Little ladys bladder problem is about the least important thing in dis kinda scenario! And if dat zombie fellas got a cop hat on take dat as well.
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  12. Version 1.0.0

    415 downloads

    Source: https://www.pornhub.com/model/annareyhorny
    Free
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  13. View File AnnaReyHorny - Pissing in her Hot Jeans Source: https://www.pornhub.com/model/annareyhorny Submitter Reeve Submitted 10/08/2019 Category Peeing
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  14. Watch as Olivia intentionally unloads her full bladder into a pull-on style diaper, trying to get it to leak, in this cute wetting video. This scene takes us outdoors with Olivia, where we find her wearing a t-shirt and a pull-on style diaper. Talking to the camera, Olivia explains that she has been watching other diaper wetting videos, and especially appreciates the ones that show diaper leaks. This has motivated her to attempt to see if she can make her own pull-on overflow. With her bladder achingly full, Olivia stands in front of the camera and relaxes, filling her diaper with warm pee. As she pees, we can see the pull-on slightly change in color and grow heavy as it fills with liquid. A few small trickles do manage to escape the diaper, splattering on the ground between Olivia’s feet. After she has finished peeing, she takes off her saturated diaper, revealing her bare pussy. She holds the swollen diaper up to show it off, commenting on how heavy and squishy it now is. Finally, she says goodbye, and the video comes to an end.
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  15. well it's simple. LGBT community taught you how to discriminate people based on dumb stereotype that non-LGBT people are all haters of some sort. which is pretty much what ALL identity groups do - turn against each other. we vs. them. that's how hate develops, that's how fights begin and that's how war starts. drop the group identity crap, be what you are and embrace yourself as an individual, and see other people as individuals and judge them based on their individual qualities rather than group identity. i'm a straight man and i don't mind at all if a gay man watches a video of me wetting myself.
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  16. The debate forum has been removed. Most of the debate topics in it were silly anyways (e.g. boobs vs. butts), and those topics have been moved to the off-topic forum.
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  17. Version 1.1

    2,938 downloads

    Our protagonist, Chie, wet herself at the Culture Festival, this year. As she went to bed, that night, all she wished for was that the day never happened. In a cruel twist of fate, instead, the Culture Festival entered an endless loop. After Chie goes to bed, the day resets itself. At least she's the only one aware of what's going on? I would say have fun getting Chie through the day and night, dry, but we're not here for that, are we? Time to have fun putting Chie in situations where she has to constantly deal with having accidents and wetting the bed. There are a total of 10 Wetting scenarios and 6 Bed-Wetting scenarios. As a note, this game was never actually finished, so there are some inaccessible scenes and bugs. Known Issues: *It is possible to have the game not know what bathroom you're in and error out, forcing you to the outside bathroom. *It is possible to get the Coffee Recipe, but the scene where you do something with it was never made. *It is possible to obtain the Horror Tickets, but impossible to enter the Live Hall to see the show. *When entering a bathroom, the location still shows up in Japanese, in the upper right hand corner. If you encounter anything that is still untranslated (Or shows up as a bunch of squares), please let me know. Also, please let me know if there is any text that seems out of place. There were a lot of duplicate maps, and the scripts jumped around, a lot, so it's possible that I misinterpreted the context, somewhere. On a final note, a guide will not be fore-coming, from me. There is a NPC in game that you can get hints from, but everything is fairly easy to do.
    Free
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  18. A few months ago, on a Friday night, I was taking it easy because I had to work in the morning. So my girlfriend Maddie asked me if I minded DDing for her and her friends. Dropping them off at the bar and then picking them up. Of course, I told her I would. Now, I did this for two reasons. One, because I love her and two, because she had very very attractive friends. They arrived at our house. Maddie told them they could sleep here and drive home in the morning. Now, we had gone out plenty of times together. I had DD’d for them plenty of times. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happened, but as I would soon find out, tonight was not to be a night for the ordinary. The girls all arrived at our place. 5 of them in all, including Maddie. There was Caitlyn, a 25 year old teacher, engaged to a very lucky man. She was a blonde, and gorgeous. She had D cups and a tight body. Caitlyn was wearing a pair of light jeans and a white shirt that showed off her chest. She could have been a Playboy Bunny with her looks. There was Brittney, another blonde, she was 24, worked at the local DMV. She was single and had a perfect ass she was wearing heals and a pair of sexy white capris. Next was Adriana who was 23. A taller brunette from a rich family. She had the biggest boobs of all the girls, working in sales at her dads successful electronic supplies and repairs company. She was wearing flats, a pair of tight light blue jeans and a white strapless top, I also noticed she had on a pink G string. Finally there was Malyssa, a 25 year old red head, she was a cutie. She worked as a nurse. She was married and had a little daughter. She was wearing a red romper and sexy high heels. For what it’s worth, Maddie, my girl, is a brunette who was 26. Maddie had C cups and an ass that I loved. Big, but not too big, and tan skin. She also worked as a nurse. I dropped them off and a little before bar close, they call me for a ride. The drive from the bar to our house is about 25 minutes. I arrived and they all climbed in, including a 6th girl, Gaby, one of Maddie’s work friends. “Gaby needs a ride. She’s going to sleep at the house” she told me. “Uh ok” I responded. I was running out of room in the car but Maddie is the boss. I didn’t know much about Gaby besides that she was a nurse and she was hot. Of Asian complexion too. She was wearing a sexy skirt. I caught a glimpse of her yellow panties as she climbed in the car. We made small talk for a few minutes. Then Adriana spoke up. “I spent the entire end of the night flirting with that guy. I got his number but oh my god I have to piss like crazy” “Me too” Caitlyn said, emphasizing that her hands were placed tightly on her crotch for that reason. “I only peed once all night because of this stupid romper” she said “now I’m paying the price” “Yeah babe hurry up or I’m gonna wet the car” Maddie said “Does everyone have to go?” I asked Pretty much, they all concurred. “With my small ass bladder I always have to pee” Gaby announced “Well I will do my best ladies” I assured About 10 minutes later, we were almost home. “Oh my gosh” Caitlyn said “my eyes are watering” “I pissed the bed the night of Malyssa’s wedding” Adriana said “I had a guy with me too. That sucked” “I peed my pants like a month ago at my sister in laws bachelorette party” Caitlyn said “this is worse” “I did at work like less than a year ago, remember that Gab?” Said Maddie. “This one had to bring me new pants like I was a kid at school” she said, referring to me and laughing “None of you have had kids. Wait until your 6 months pregnant. I peed myself weekly” Malyssa said “We need to stop talking about it because I’m barely holding on” Brittney announced to the group. “Almost home” I told them. But then, I saw the unmistakable light of a police car. “Oh fuck” said Brittney. The officer approached my car “Good evening sir. Can I just see your license?” I complied. “We have been getting complaints of speed and possibly intoxicated drivers on this road tonight. Just making sure this car had a sober driver” “Yep” I said “this is my girlfriend. I was told I was to be the DD tonight for their girls night” I said lightheartedly “I’ve been married 23 years, sir. Trust me I know how it goes” he laughed back. “Well thank you for your cooperation and for having a sober driver. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, I hope you all have a wonderful night” As I pulled away, I looked it the rear view mirror. “How is everyone doing” I asked “That was really scary” Brittney said, almost in tears. “Like too scary” she said as she removed her hands to reveal the large wet spot on her crotch “Oh my goodness you did not” Maddie said as she began to laugh hysterically. I knew what was next. “I’m peeing!” She said in between laughs as she grabbed my arm “I can’t stop! I’m peeing. I’m peeing!” She said, through a fit of laughter. “I’m going too” announced Adriana. “No way I was making it anyways. I didn’t want to feel left out.” Meanwhile, I could see Caitlyn’s eyes literally watering. “I dribbled a little while laughing” Malyssa said “Please hurry” begged Caitlyn as she leaned up to rest her head on my shoulder seductively “If I move my hands I’m literally going to wet myself” Gaby proclaimed. We pulled in the driveway and the girls got out. Maddie, Adriana, and Brittney, all sporting dark wet patches around their crotches, down their legs, and up around their butts, by this point, laughing about it. Gaby jumped out and threw her panties down and unleashed her pent up urine right in the driveway “ahhhh thank god im wearing a skirt” she said as I starred at the piss shooting out of her perfect, bald vagina. I then felt an elbow “You can put your tongue back in your mouth” Maddie said I turned to see Caitlyn standing on the porch, frozen with her legs spread as a dark streak expanded down both her pant legs. “Ohhh fuck” she said almost in tears “Hurry up and unlock it!” Malyssa yelled “or I’ll be next”. I unlocked the door and Malyssa bolted upstairs. I could hear her sigh with relief as she reached the bathroom. Behind me, the 4 wet girls and Gaby, waddled in. Maddie walking gingerly, Caitlyn with her legs spread wide, and Brittney, normally like she’d done it all before. Then Adriana came walking in, pants and panties in hand, bottomless and fully exposed. “Whatever you’ve all seen me naked before anyways” she said. “Not me” I reminded her. “Well now you have!” She said with a smile as I gazed at her nice ass and hairless pussy. “That’s a good idea actually” Maddie said “I don’t want to track piss through the house. Take your pants off. I’ll go up and get us some shorts.” Maddie said, peeling off her wet pants and her soaked white thong. Revealing her tan legs, smooth, bald pussy and the ass of a goddess. Next I saw Caitlyn shamelessly undress, and she was a sight to see. Her smooth shaved vag, glistening with the wetness of the puss she had just unleashed in her pants. She had been wearing a purple thong. Soon, I was amazed, as if I was in a dream as Brittney, Adriana, Caitlyn and Gaby stood before me, bottoms completely exposed. 4 hairless, bald vaginas, wet with piss, standing in my house. I grabbed a hamper. “Here you go ladies. Throw everything in here, Mad will put them in the dryer” I told them Caitlyn walked up shyly and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks for your help and for not being mad” she said. Adriana kisses me on the lips “yeah we appreciate it” “I feel bad that i pissed myself in your car so, here you go” Brittney said, lifting her shirt to show me her tits. “I’m just glad it wasn’t me this time” Stated Gaby. Standing there holding her yellow thong in hand. End Chapter one
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  19. do you think she have a secret fetish? Hannah's Incontinence.flv
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  20. “Brexit”

    Really?! It's difficult to imagine *anything* being worse than the current web of deceit...
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  21. It looks like the voting system being used here allows you to change your vote after submitting, by going back and giving a different response.
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  22. Zone Pink

    If there is somebody who does not enjoy that and is still reading this they have their own masochistic reasons and you should torture them further because that's likely what they want 😀. As for the rest of us who actually do enjoy them there is not reason to go a bit further, they are in a videogame, who is to say their bladder don't level up.
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  23. I've looked in there and there is nothing in there? or am I just doing something wrong?
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  24. Two girls peeing themselves while watching Naruto. They have other good videos in their twitter account.
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  25. The toilet. That cost way more than any of the clothes I’ve peed in.
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  26. Zombieville

    "We should go to the police station. It's not too far a walk down the road, just past the newsagent," Claire says after a moment thinking. "It's the obvious answer." "Yeah that makes sense." Frankie nods. "Best case, we find police, worst case, we find something we can arm ourselves with." "Right-" Claire says, looking at the portafilter. "Think I could take something from here, in case we see more zombies on the way there?" "We're going just down the road, Claire." Frankie points out. "There's got to be something better in the police station any way, don't bother yet." "Yeah I guess so - What do you think we'll find in the station?" "Maybe more zombies. Maybe a weapon like a baton or something." Frankie says with a shrug. "Hopefully a toilet." Frankie swings the door open and steps outside,Claire following close behind and clutching her portafilter like her life depends on it. The streets are still mostly empty, but now there appear to be a couple of people sauntering around. They walk sluggishly, with limp arms and slow, heavy steps. These people are a fair distance away, but it's easy to see that they aren't normal people. "Quiet now," Frankie says, turning to Claire. "Don't want to attract anything." "N-no, we don't." Claire whimpers, looking up and down the street. "T-the police station should be to the left out of here, past the newsagent." "That's right." Frankie says. "I don't suppose we have time to stop for a pack of smokes do we?" "N-no, we don't" "Oh lighten up would you? End of the world or not, we can still have a laugh right?" "Hey! Hey!" A voice from somewhere above shocks the two girls as they pass the newsagents. "Who is that?" Frankie asks. Claire shrugs. "Up here!" Comes the voice again. It's a young man's voice. The two girls look up to see him waving out the window. "Oh it's you," Frankie says with a smile. "How's things?" "Not great" He shouts down. " - there's some nutters downstairs trying to get in! They killed Harry, now they want me - I've locked the door but I think they might get through." "How many of them?" Frankie asks. "I think there's about five of them!" The man shouts back. "Five's quite a lot." Frankie turns to Claire. "Think we can handle them?" "Err-" "Perhaps not. Hey Gavin!" Frankie calls up to the man in the window. "Me and Claire here are going to the police station - we'll try to bring help!" "Righto!" The man, Gavin, shouts back. "You just wait there!" "I don't really have a choice!" "Err, Frankie?" Claire says, tugging at her arm. "Someone's looking at us." She points to a disheveled man inside the shop. He's slowly making his way out the door towards them. "Shit, right." Frankie hisses. "Listen Gav - we've got to go - we'll be back as soon as we can! Keep them distracted!" She shouts, starting to walk away.The zombie attracts the attention of one of his friends on his own way out "Right!" Gavin gives them a thumbs up out the window. "Come on, let's move," Frankie says, breaking into a jog. "Don't want to leave him on his own for too long." "How do you know him?" Claire asks, hurrying after her. "Local newsagent - I go there all the time - they've got this drink you can't get anywhere else!" It's a short walk to the station - and a shorter jog. The light's aren't on, but the door's hanging open. There's no movement inside, aside from a desk fan slowly rotating on its own. "Not a great start." Frankie says, looking through the window. "Think there's someone inside?" "I...haah, I don't know." Claire says, panting. She's not used to running. "Want to check?" "N-not really." Claire answers timidly. "Tough, let's go." The police station is as empty as it looked from the outside - almost. There's a muffled banging coming from behind a door labelled 'cells', but not on the door itself. Otherwise the only sounds in the room as the girls enter are the quiet whir of the desk-fan and Claire's heavy breathing. "Well it looks like we aren't getting any help from here." Frankie says, stepping further in. "But there's also no one to stop us rooting around, right?" "Right." Claire says, looking around. "Are we looking for anything in particular?" "Well I'm gonna look for the toilet first." Frankie says, spinning on her heel and crossing her legs for effect. "I have to pee to no end." "And me?" "Yeah you can go after - but for now see if you can find anything cool." "Won't the doors be locked?" "Err, maybe." Frankie pulls on the handle of a door and it swings open with ease. "Apparently not - come on, let's see what there is." Frankie darts through the open door, and then Claire can hear her bump up a wooden staircase somewhere out of sight. Claire thinks for a moment in the silence about what to do. She starts by looking around the entrance room for anything interesting. It's quickly apparent that the only things she can take are either some chairs or the pen that's chained to the desk. She decides to move to the next room. Taking the door at the back of the room leads Claire into the area where a policeman would usually sit in, behind a glass dividing wall. There's nothing too useful lying around - it's mostly files and personal belongings. A half-empty coffee cup suggests that someone was here recently. Claire goes to feel it, dipping her finger into the coffee. It's lukewarm - someone was here earlier. She looks around again to see if there's anyone still here. Upstairs she can hear Frankie's foot steps, occasionally stopping in place and tapping quickly. Deciding there's nothing in the room however, she decides to open the door at the back. She pushes the handle, but it doesn't budge. "Dead end." She whispers. She looks to her left, her eyes catching a post it note on the wall. It reads 'Keys in first draw'. The writing is messy and looks rushed, and a bloody fingerprint on the corner makes Claire nervous. She follows its advice though. Sure enough, the drawer slides open and a set of keys jangle as they hit the front. Claire takes the keys out the drawer and over to the doorway. After trying the first two with no success, the third fits, clicks as she twists it, and the door is open. The room inside is nothing too exciting, a simple desk, some papers, and a half-open window - but something catches Claire's attention. Something small and brass on the desk, glistening in the light. Claire steps over to the desk and picks it up, looking at it. "A bullet." She says out loud, looking over it. It's not massive, but it's certainly more useful than a little coffee tool. She looks down at the desk, seeing a couple more. She walks around the desk, the chair behind it creaking as she takes a seat. She pulls open the two draws. One has a black box, the latches on either side hanging loosely open. The other has a number of more bullets. Claire takes her time to count them - twenty one in total, plus the three on the desk for twenty-four. Beside the box is a sturdy looking wooden baton. "So inside the box must be..." She says, slowly lifting the lid. "A note?" Inside the box is the padded outline of a revolver, but no revolver inside. Instead there's another bloodied note. Claire picks it up and reads it. "The captain has the gun." She says, reading the note out loud. The handwriting seems panicked, getting faint toward the end. "I left him in the cell and tool? Took. Took my own gun with me. To whoever reads this, may god help you..." Claire puts the note down, trembling a little. The note hasn't exactly set her at ease. "Hey!" Frankie's voice from upstairs cuts Claire's thoughts. "Fuck off!" "Frankie!" Claire leaps from the chair with a shout, kicking it backwards. She charges out the room and straight for the stairs, scrambling up them as fast as she can, hearing the sounds of clashing and swearing from Frankie. "Hey!" Frankie shouts, right as Claire reaches the top of the stairs, just in time to see a pale hand slap at Frankie's chest, tearing at the collar of her shirt. A chunk of fabric is ripped off before Frankie leans back and kicks hard as she can. Claire runs closer, leaning behind her. "What's going on?" "Found this fucker in the toilet." Frankie spits. Claire looks over to see a bloodied man staggering to his feet - his eyes almost completely grey. "You take one step closer and you're fuckin' dead." Frankie raises her wrench again, shouting. He steps closer. Frankie brings down her wrench with a sickening wet thwack. The zombie staggers back, but seems to regain his balance for a second. Frankie doesn't want to give him the chance though - she throws her arm upwards, hitting his chest with a thud. He staggers back further, landing onto the toilet, cracking it slightly off the wall. Frankie takes one more swing, this time at his head. A heavy 'thunk' and the zombie is knocked through the toilet bowl which shatters under the hit. The pipe bursts and sprays the now-very-dead zombie's back with water, throwing the body forward. "C-Christ...." Claire mumbles, staring at the body on the ground. His head is in pieces, but the water's washed away most of the viscera. "Bastard scratched me." Frankie says, panting. "You don't think you're gonna 'turn', do you?" "Well I fucking hope not." Frankie says with a smirk. "Keep an eye on me though, if I start getting bitey then-" "Stop!" Claire shouts. "I don't want to think about that." "That's fair. Well I found the toilet at least. You wanna go first?" "I wanna go out of here." Claire says. "Did you find anything cool at least?" Frankie says, wiping the sides of her wrench against her legs. "I found bullets." Claire says. "And a note that said someone's taken a gun, but that the captain also has one." "Think the gun's on this guy?" Frankie asks, pointing. "Maybe? I'm...I'm not touching him though." Frankie rolls her eyes. "He's already dead." "What if he starts moving?" "Then I'll clamp his nuts in this." She says, lifting the wrench up. "I'm serious." "So am I." Frankie says, walking over to the body. She rests the bottom of the wrench between his legs. "The second he moves then...crnnnch" Frankie starts to pat down the body. Water's still spraying from the wall, splattering on the floor. "I thought I had to pee before this." She says, looking up to Claire. "This splashing's killing me." "Just search him." Claire says, looking away. She can hear her pat against him a few times. "Nope, nothing." "So he can't be the guy who left the notes..." Claire says. "So there's someone out there." "Here's wishing them the best." Frankie says, walking back to Claire. "Now what about that police captain?" "Said he was in the cell." "Did it say anything else." "It said 'God help you'" "Huh, inspiring." Frankie groans. "Well let's check out this captain." "He should be through here." Claire says, putting a key into the lock of a door labeled 'holding cells'. "Think he'll come with us?" "Hopefully." Frankie nods. "Unless he's a zombie." "Well...I guess that'd explain why he's in the cell...." "So you're not gonna even mention the shirt here?" "What?" "Zombie dude ripped the collar." She says, flapping at the loose fabric. "I can pop my titty through it." "Err...." "Watch this." She says, flapping it open. "Bloop! Titty." "Are..." "Not gonna mention that at all?" "Err...no?" "Suit yourself." "Why aren't you wearing a bra?" "Do you have any idea how sweaty it gets at the shop?" Frankie asks. "I spend all day working, I don't want some sweat-collector on my chest. It's airier this way." "But what if something tears your shirt?" "Well usually that's not something I have to worry about...So you gonna open the door or not?" Claire doesn't say anything, but leans into the door and slowly opens it. A sudden clashing from inside the room causes her to slam it back shut. "What's in there?" Frankie asks. Claire goes pale and doesn't say anything. "Oh for...Let me go in there." "Wait -" Claire starts, but Frankie's already barged the door open. She closes her eyes for a moment and can hear rattling and snarling from inside the cell room. "Oh relax Claire." Frankie groans. "The guy's behind the grate. He can't hurt you." She insists. Claire opens her eyes. Behind the thick Iron bars is a large, built up man. He's about six-foot tall and he's clutching the iron bars of the cell. The cell door has a sliding bar keeping it closed, but it isn't locked - though for now he doesn't seem to be able to unlock it. "What the fuck is that smell?" Frankie asks, taking a step closer. "Aww, fuck - you want the good news or the bad news?" "Err...good news?" "Well, firstly, there's another toilet here." Frankie says. "Also this guy's got the gun on him." "The gun didn't come first?" "I am about to piss myself" Frankie insists, wrapping one leg around the other. "The pipe upstairs was too much - I can still hear it fucking splashing!" "What's the bad news?" "I think the guy's spent all this time puking into it." "The gun?" "No the toilet, genius." Frankie says. "I'm not sitting on that." "You'd rather wet yourself?" "Well, no...but it's a close call. At least pissing myself would be warm." "You sure you can't hold it?" "I might be able to make it to the newsagent...but it'd be fucking close." "Should we go now?" "And leave the gun?" "You want to risk fighting that guy?" "Dude, do you have any idea how great a gun would be right now?" "I mean-" "I would piss myself if it meant getting a gun. I'll do it right now." "No! D-don't do that." "So what's the plan?" 1) Kill the captain. He has the gun that the bullets were left for, although he looks quite tough. 1a) Frankie should use the toilet - disgusting as it is. 1b) Frankie can hold it until she reaches the newsagent. There's a toilet there, and with a gun, the zombie inside shouldn't be a problem 2) Ignore the captain and go back to the Newsagent. Claire will take the baton she found before.
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  27. It's great to see you're starting this series again, although with a new story this time! I too didn't get to participate in the last one, but it was really good! Anyway, I was wondering if you could change one vote from high fantasy to vikings, because I really like the idea of having a little polar fox viking going forth to brave the frozen seas. 😄 Looking forward to seeing this story unfold!
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  28. Omovember Day 14

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Day 14: Standing in line for the toilet Jeez, even when waiting for a public potty the poor guy can't catch a break! Since when does the men's room have this much traffic?
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  29. GETS-113

    The girl on the 3rd video had a nice booty shake before the leak.
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  30. Zone Pink

    I saw Jojo part 5 a few weeks ago, I still have in my mind the idea that anyone could die all of a sudden.
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  31. Watch Sosha pee in her jeans, then masturbate in her wet pants, in this scene presented in the style of an old 8mm home movie. Compact and affordable 8mm movie cameras were the first tools that your everyday person had access too for filming naughty content. We imagine that there are probably quite a few homemade kinky pee and wetting films packed away in attics and basements around the world. What would these films look like? In this scene, we imagined what a typical homemade 8mm movie of wetting and masturbation might look like.
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  32. Well, it is official- I am failing at this posting one pic a day thing. In my defense, though, I am still getting over this cold. I didn't post anything over the weekend, so here are pictures for Saturday, Sunday, and today (Monday). In these pictures we see Alice at the top, followed by Julie, followed by Julie and Genny together. These pictures still date back to the early days of HD Wetting, as we were getting used to having our own membership site and not just being a clips4sale studio. Having our own site, we were making a bit more than on clips4sale, so we invested that back into hiring more models. One challenge that came with running a membership site was producing new content on a regular basis. We were promising our members' weekly updates, so we had to deliver them. The trickle of content we had been publishing to Clips4sale just wasn't enough anymore. To satisfy this requirement for a constant, non-stop stream of new content we started doing a lot more photosets. However, with all this additional production going on, we weren't really paying that much attention to quality. We started to see some issues around this time with photo sets where you hardly saw any wetting, or videos where the wetting wasn't really visible. Other times we went through entire scenes where the camera never recorded, or there was no audio because we were in such a rush just to keep going. As a result, about a third of everything we attempted went unpublished because it wasn't usable or you couldn't even tell there had been a wetting. It became routine to throw away scenes and photosets that just didn't turn out at all.
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  33. I did a 24 hour hold before, I released the moment the stopwatch on my phone read 24 Hours had passed.
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  34. (A/N: Oof, this one took a while for me to get out there, both from writer's block and going through some personal health-related issues at the time. Oh well, it's here now, and also ToS-friendly according to Maki himself. Enjoy the first half of a new story!) The Pressure to Pamper: One Enduring Day Part 1 The Helpful Fox Senko-san fanfiction by MasterXploder With thanks to Sake for editing, and daveshuyi and Imouto Bouquet for ideas "Once I have a picture of you having an accident, you'll be finished! Now come on and let it all out. You know you want to!" Over the wily Don Tanukiman’s cackling, Little Yoko could only look around in desperation, her hands firmly at her groin and legs locked together from the knees up. The water park all around her proved just as devilish as the don, assaulting her senses with all kinds of rushing, trickling, gushing, and crashing water. The poor kitsune girl was at her absolute limit, and she knew it. Even taking a single step without her bladder bursting wide open seemed impossible. She could feel the tears welling up, ready to run down her cheeks at the same time as the urine ran down her legs. “Ah… I can’t…” Little Yoko closed her eyes and lowered her head a touch. “I’m g-gonna… make it!” Suddenly, she threw an arm straight out, her hand wide open as if a magical instrument was about to poof into existence. Her remaining arm and legs put everything they had into keeping her dry for just a little longer. “Bah, be as defiant as you want!” shouted Don Tanukiman, “We both know that it’s only a matter of time before you g-oof!” The Don’s eyes bulged out of nowhere, sending his sunglasses flying. He fell forward with a thud, a large swollen bump appearing on the back of his head accompanied by the cracking sound of his camera breaking from the impact. Just above him was Little Yoko’s flying broomstick, sailing through the air on a beeline to her hand, no matter what or who it had to knock over to get there. Grabbing it out of the air, Little Yoko mounted the broom and took to the skies, her destination being the closest public facilities. Her legs straddled the wooden base and her free hand stayed firmly pressed between them like her life depended on it. Her clothes certainly did. In a matter of seconds, Little Yoko found a very promising bathroom just outside the water park, uncrowded and open. Soaring straight to it, she jumped off her broom and ran inside, knowing she had mere seconds left before it all came gushing out. This being a TV show aimed for a younger audience, all that was shown next was the restroom exterior, with the camera slowly zooming out for a couple seconds. Then, it suddenly cut to a foot clad in a sandal and white sock stepping out. The camera panned upward, showing off clean, dry legs and skirt before stopping on Little Yoko's very happy, very relieved face. "Aaaahhh, much better!" she declared, her voice significantly more relaxed. Another crisis averted, and with her none the worse off; she had every reason to be pleased with herself. Pulling her broom back, Little Yoko set off into the air. "Maybe now I can really have fun today! That water park actually looks like a lot of fun. Better go get my swimsuit! Wheeeeee!" she said before flying off. The camera irised in as she disappeared with a twinkle before opening back up to Don Tanukiman sitting on a bench, nursing his big bump with one hand while holding his broken camera in the other. "I just bought this, too," he complained just as the show closed off on his sad face. The show came back on to its ending credits, complete with a catchy outro. Sitting at the floor table, Senko put her cup down and turned off the TV. "At least one of us was able to make it," she commented with a sigh. She rose to her feet and walked to the balcony door, staring at the bedsheets hanging up to dry after a good wash. They weren’t all that dirty to begin with, but she had to make sure every last drop of her shameful waste was out of them, even if it was hardly anything in the first place. It had already been a couple days since her accident, but it still clung to the back of her mind. Yes, Nakano forgave her, but she still had a bit of trouble forgiving herself. She was supposed to be the one taking care of him. How could she do that when he had to console her while she’s collapsed onto a puddle of her urine? Some helpful fox she was. “Got a lot on your mind today?” Senko’s ears twitched at the young voice with a thinly-veiled hint of cheekiness. She turned around to find Shiro, a younger kitsune girl that she had the sort-of-pleasure of knowing. She had her hands on her hips and quite the smirk on her face, not unlike a cat about to pounce on her prey. Senko could feel a slight shiver run down her spine; whatever was about to happen next, she knew it was not going to be pleasant. “Or you are just making extra sure the bedsheets are clean?” she added with a giggle. Still, Senko had to be the adult in this discussion. “Morning, Shiro,” she replied. “What brings you here today?” “Oh, nothing much,” continued Shiro in her barely-hidden amusement. “Just wanted to hang out here today for a wee bit.” Does she…? There was a faint twitch on Senko’s eye, but her face remained stoic otherwise. “Mmm, well Kuroto has already left for work, so it would just be you and me. I wasn’t planning on doing anything too special today, either.” “I figured as much. You are the type of girl who likes to ‘piddle’ around.” Shiro’s lips curled upward just a tad. She does. Senko sighed and lowered her head. “Go on, get it out of your system.” “Pfft… bahahahahaha!” From there, Shiro’s weak facade immediately crumbled. She began by pointing and laughing, but then fell onto her back, her hands clutching her heaving belly while her feet kicked in the air from the biggest fit of laughter she had enjoyed in a good while. “I should have seen this coming,” Senko spoke to herself. “Ahah… ahahah…” Shiro sat up, rubbing a tear out of her eye as her piercing laugh subsided. “I still can’t believe it. The Great Senko peeing herself like a toddler! I really thought I was dreaming when Yozora showed that to me!” “Y-Yozora!?” Senko’s pupils went white. Does the entire spirit world know about that now? It’s gonna be tough showing my face there for a while… “But seriously, what was the deal with that? Too proud to say you have to tinkle to a human?" "I…" Senko looked away, unsure of how she could even put this. The truth seemed just as good of a reply as anything. "It was just bad judgment on my part. I put Kuroto's needs over my own for too long one night. It's really not a big deal." At least, she wished it wasn't. “Really now? The caretaker of a human wets herself, and it's no big deal?" said Shiro, still smirking. "I'd say that's a sign, if you ask me." "What are you getting at?" Shiro put a hand up to her chin, a sign Senko knew all too well. “You’re getting up there in centuries, Senko, and you’re not exactly all-powerful like Yozora. Maybe by taking on the role of pampering Nakano, you might be biting off more than you can chew.” She’s really gonna go there, huh? “I would hardly think a single mistake would mean I was incapable of taking care of Kuroto,” she said, crossing her arms. “Maybe you think that way, but what if Yozora doesn’t? She might be thinking of replacing you as we speak.” Shiro placed a hand on her chest. “And if she just so happens to think I would be the best suitable replacement, then who would I be to refuse?” Senko could feel something inside her snap. She knew Shiro could only be teasing her, but the mere thought of being pulled away from Nakano over a single mistake… Her cheeks grew warm and the hairs on her tail began to fray. “Shiro, Nakano is my responsibility, and I will see my job through to the end.” she said with a noticeable firmness growing in her tone. “But how can you do that if you can’t hold your pee-pee? I guarantee I would never have peed myself if I were in your place that night.” "Would you, though? I was watching you the last time you played video games with Kuroto, you know." "Yeah, I whooped him pretty good again. Almost didn't even have to read his mind!" "You also kept bouncing your foot and had a strained look on your face the whole time. I was pretty certain I would have had to clean the floors a second time that day." "Eh!?" Shiro lost her smug smirk and glanced away for a moment. “E-even so, I'm positive I still could have held it better than you!” “You can say it as much as you want. There’s no real way you can prove it.” Suddenly, Shiro’s face lit up, and her frown grew into a very mischievous grin. “Oh, I know exactly how I can prove it.” Another chill went down Senko’s spine, but she couldn’t resist asking. “And how is that?” Shiro dramatically flung her pointing finger at Senko. “Let’s have a holding contest, here and now!” Senko stared agape. “A… holding contest? What on Earth are you talking about?” “It’s easy! We drink a lot, then the first girl to pee loses. This way, we can see for sure who could have held it better!” “Shiro, you can't be serious." Senko crossed her arms. "That's not the kind of competition ladies like us should be getting into." "Why not? Nakano's not gonna be home until long after our contest is over. Nobody is gonna know about it." You mean other than Yozora? thought Senko. "Wait a minute." There was the smug look again. "Do you not want to compete because you know I'll win? Too afraid you'll be upstaged by the eager young junior with a bladder of steel?" Senko turned her head away. "If you're trying to goad me into it, it's not going to work," she claimed, despite her rising blood pressure. "Or are you just worried Nakano's gonna come home to you making another puddle on the floor? He definitely won't think very well of you. He might even have to put you in diapers!" "Uyan!?" The mere thought of being forced into something so degrading left a gross feeling all over Senko. “I’m just saying, if you wet yourself a second time in front of him, even I might look like a better pamperer, and-” That does it! Whatever Shiro was pressing on inside Senko finally snapped. Senko looked her junior right in the eye with a newly-found fire. "Alright! If you're so insistent on proving yourself better, then you can have your chance." "W-wait, really?" Shiro blinked. "I mean, a-ha! It's settled; a battle of bladders among the demigods! I hope you were planning on doing laundry today, because your underwear won't survive this!" At least I have underwear to ruin, thought Senko, briefly glancing at Shiro's exposed thighs. "I don't know if I'll enjoy the win, but I don't plan on losing," she said as she walked to the kitchen. “Heh, that makes two of us!” said Shiro following behind. “So what are we drinking? Maybe some of your special sake to really have some fun?” Senko grabbed her tea kettle and filled it up. “It’s far too early in the day for alcohol. We’ll stick to green tea and water for this contest.” “You’re no fun sometimes, you know that?” said a frowning Shiro. "Guess I'll just have to keep myself occupied some other way." Meanwhile, Senko stared into the water inside the tea kettle, her reflection looking back. Was she really about to do something this improper? This couldn't be the face of a girl who would take part in a pee-holding contest. What would Nakano think if he ever got wind of this? No, she couldn't think that way. This was about putting a mouthy junior back in her place, nothing more. Besides, she was certain she had the capacity to outlast Shiro. That girl had a tendency to use the bathroom whenever she first felt the call of nature… and announce it rather loudly, at that. The only time she didn't declare her need to pee was around certain humans like Nakano. Likely a pride thing, and Shiro was certainly full of that. A little humility might be good for the growing kitsune. Putting her determined face back on, Senko closed the tea kettle and nodded to herself. For everyone's sake, she would win this contest. "Oh come on, that's so unfair!" Shiro huffed and threw her controller down, pouting at the TV screen. The computer fighter struck a victory pose while the words "You Lose!" taunted her in bold red text. "They're obviously cheating. It’s the only way they could stand a chance against me!” said Shiro, looking over to Senko. Sitting at the floor table, Senko did her best to hide her amusement. Not that she was any good at video games either, but she found it funny how humans and demigods alike could get worked up over these things. Hearing no response, Shiro huffed and picked her controller back up. "Well, it can't keep it up forever. I'll beat them yet, you'll see!" Had Shiro not said something similar about a dozen tries ago, Senko might have believed her. Regardless, she had no doubt her junior would keep at it for as long as it took to win. The girl had quite the stubborn streak when it came to competitions. If only Senko had realized that a bit sooner, she lamented. Looking down at the empty cup of tea, Senko subtly squeezed her legs together. How long had it been since they officially began this contest? At least a few hours, it was now the early afternoon. This combined with the cups of tea they drank every hour added up to one undeniable truth. Senko wanted to use the bathroom. Really wanted to. It was amazing how quickly tea went through a demigod’s body. Already, it was getting difficult to distract herself from the growing pain in her groin. It was always there, no matter what household chore she tried to engross herself in. While Senko had kept her tail busy with cleaning, Shiro remained firmly on her rear playing Great Fluff Fighters Special. Senko had her eye on her whenever she could, to remind herself she wasn't the only one suffering from a call for nature. Shiro had been trying to hide it, Senko had to give her that much. She hadn’t complained once about needing to pee, but it was the little things that gave it away. A twitch in her foot, an occasional squeeze of her crossed legs, and her white tail curled around her midsection to try and obscure it all. There was no denying it; Shiro was just as desperate for the bathroom as Senko was, no funny games here. A chime went off on an hourly timer. “Oh, it’s already that time again?” asked Senko. Shiro groaned and paused her game. “Alright, I could use a quick break anyway.” The girls gathered at the floor table, with Senko pouring out two cups of green tea. They each took a cup into their hands, looking into the liquid before lifting it to their lips. In perfect sync, Senko and Shiro gulped down the soothing tea, neither one stopping until their cups were empty. Two sighs were let out as they set their cups back down, the tea warming their bellies yet again. As much as Senko liked green tea, it worked best when enjoyed as just one cup paired with a nice meal. Pouring it down her gullet every hour wasn't that enjoyable, especially knowing it would quickly make its way to her cramped bladder. "It's a good thing your tea is so delicious," said Shiro, "I still think this would be way more fun with your sake stash instead, though." Senko shook her head. "Maybe, but I definitely can't have Kuroto come home to two intoxicated kitsunes. How could I properly pamper him in such a state?" "Are you kidding? He's probably gonna be working real late again. Alcohol doesn't stick as long for us as it does humans. We'd be sober and bushy-tailed by the time he stumbles through the door." Shiro's eyes lowered. "Plus, our contest would be over quicker, I'd bet." "Hmm?" Senko raised an eyebrow. "Why would you want this over sooner? Is it getting bad for you?" "Eh!?" Shiro suddenly sat upright and put on a cocky grin. "What are you talking about? I barely even feel it right now! I'm more worried about you. Just making sure you have enough time to clean up the puddle you'll make before too long." "Thank you for the concern, but I won't allow any more puddles to happen on these floors, no matter who it's from." "So you admit you're gonna give up and run to the toilet at some point?" Someone's getting ahead of herself again. "We'll both be using the toilet, regardless of this contest’s outcome.” “Yeah yeah, I’m not planning on soaking the floor while you have a nice squat over the potty. I’ll be emptying my bladder in triumph right after you.” A growl from nearby wiped Shiro’s smug smirk from her face, making her clutch her stomach. “Ugh, speaking of empty, I really need something to eat with all this tea.” Senko looked down to her own belly. Now that Shiro had brought it up, they had yet to have a proper lunch. Cooking and eating would probably make for a good distraction as well, if only for a little while. “Sounds like I had better whip up some fried tofu for us," she said. "Awesome!" Shiro perked right up. "Your cooking will make this a lot more fun!" Senko stood up, slowly and carefully so as not to disturb her bladder. Shiro, on the other hand, jumped straight to her feet, only to wince and stiffen up right afterwards. It was only for an instant, but long enough for Senko to notice. With any luck, this contest would be over sooner than she could hope for. They stepped into the kitchen area, each girl thinking about filling their stomachs to the same extent as their bladders. “Huh?” Both girls’ ears twitched at the sound of a key turning a lock. Someone was opening the front door, way before Nakano should be coming home. Immediately, all thoughts of food and pee disappeared as Senko and Shiro watched the knob turn and door swing open. "Senko-san, I'm home!" In stepped Nakano with a smile. "Oh, Shiro-san? You're here too?" "K-Kuroto! Welcome home!" Senko replied, her voice holding equal amounts of happiness and confusion. Shiro looked to Senko. "Wait, what's he doing here? He’s not supposed to be home this early!" "Right, about that." Nakano rubbed his head. "We were working as usual when the power went out. I'm not sure exactly how, but the whole block was out of power. Anyway, we can't get any work done without electricity, so they sent everyone home for the day." "That's… great news!" Senko forced a smile as Nakano walked past them, removing his jacket and setting down his suitcase. "Now you have the whole afternoon to relax." "Y-yeah, relax. At home. With us in the same room," said Shiro flatly. Senko followed behind, her heart and bladder throbbing in equal measure. “S-so, what should we do now that you’re home early? I know plenty of ways to help you wind down.” “Well, about that,” said Nakano, “As I was walking home, I noticed how good the sunshine felt today. I was hoping I could maybe get outside for a little bit.” “Mm, you don’t get many chances to enjoy the afternoon.” Senko put a hand to her chin, then her face lit up. "Oh! there's a park not far from here. We could have a nice picnic under the sun!" Nakano offered a smile. "That sounds lovely, but are you sure you can put a whole picnic together so quickly?" "Of course!" Senko put her hands on her hips and pouted. "You don't think I can handle something like that?" “Er, no, I didn’t mean it that way!” said Nakano, putting his hands up. Senko’s pout changed to a smile. “Mm! Now why don't you go freshen up while I get our picnic all together?" "That sounds like a plan." Nakano returned the smile before heading into the bathroom. The moment the bathroom door closed, Senko dropped her smile and walked to the kitchen. She had to come up with something to quickly throw together for a picnic, yet still be up to her high standards. Not that it would be a challenge normally, but thinking on a strong urge to pee was not easy, even for a demigod. But nevermind the picnic. Once again, Senko was in the predicament of needing to relieve herself while Nakano was around, and so soon after her accident. It seemed like they had only just had that conversation about her being more open with her needs, and yet she was already betraying that. Just him being around was making her think twice about this entire contest. Maybe it would be for the best if... “Hmph, I know what you’re thinking.” “Uyan!?” Shiro was practically in Senko’s ear with her hand in her face, making the elder girl jump back. “You’re probably thinking Nakano coming home early means you have an easy excuse to call this contest off, aren’t you?” said Shiro. How is she so perceptive on such a full bladder? thought Senko. “W-well, it’s not going to work! This contest isn't ending until one of us pees!” Shiro said with a strange amount of force and slight blush on her cheeks. To this, Senko frowned. "Shiro, you can't seriously believe we can keep this up around Kuroto. This contest is embarrassing enough as it is." "Then there's only way one out, and you know what it is." Shiro glanced to the bathroom door with a knowing smile. Senko found her eyes drifting to the water closet as well. This would be her only chance to get out of this contest, with zero chance of this ending in an accident for her. Her bladder definitely wanted her to take it; she felt its subtle squeezes to make her rush in as soon as Nakano stepped out. How good it would feel to have that pressure gone from her body and mind… then she could devote her whole heart to making this picnic the best it could be. But all it took was one look at Shiro to know that it wouldn't be worth it. She could practically hear what Shiro wanted to say with that devious smile: "Give up now, so I can lord this over you forever. Every time we’re together with Nakano, you’ll know that you might not be the best person to take care of him.” Could she really look him in the eyes if she gave up now? Senko looked away from the toilet door despite her body's protests and smiled. "Thank you for the offer, but I must decline. I am in this contest to the very end, no matter what that end may be.” For a moment, Shiro’s face twitched as though she were pained to hear that. However, it was just as quickly replaced with an upward head turn and a huff. “Suit yourself. It’s… just gonna be a long walk back home in wet clothes, is all.” Is she talking more about me or her? thought Senko. She supposed it didn’t matter, for there were far more pressing issues to focus on. Their contest was about to get a lot more complicated, and possibly even more embarrassing. Even if she won and still made it to a toilet, Senko wasn’t sure if she would look back on this day in pride, let alone openly share it with others. Still, she could not and would not give in now. This would be one of her biggest tests ever as a caregiving fox spirit, and she would give no less than her very best to surpass it. Turning to the kitchen, Senko got started on putting together the meal for their picnic. If nothing else, she would make certain they would have a scrumptious lunch to go with the endurance trial that would be the rest of this contest.
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  35. I'm interested in knowing how many videos Snuppa produced but incorrect file names and abbreviated files make this task difficult. Here are sets of thumbnails showing my collection. I have spent some time stripping out duplicates but can't guarantee perfection! Anyway, I hope this will help, if there are any movies people think are new to them or are not uploaded here already please ask me.
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  36. Me too it was a favourite game of mine. I used to try and be wet enough to feel it without being noticed.
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  37. Yeah, although I would prefer to be the one updating desperate and receiving encouragement haha. Had some luck a while back on kik with a similar situation and it's hot as hell! More so if the other person tells you how turned on your struggle not to pee is making them.
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  38. I was a bridesmaid at a friends wedding and soaked my diaper during the ceremony when the vows were being exchanged.
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  39. I only got into wearing pull ups and diapers recently (thank you amazon). I have worn a pull up out to the shops and managed to overcome the fear and let out a few sizable dribbles but never fully wet. It felt great as well as terrifying. The car ride home produced no leaks and when I got back to my flat (with my flat mate on leave) I went out to the little balcony and full on flooded the pull up. Lots of leaks. Fantastic. As for deliberate wetting, walking back from work last year, in uniform and was in rain storm. My trousers (black) were fairly drenched below my jacket. As I got to a little ally off the main road to my flat's carpark I stopped, checked the coast was clear and full on emptied my bladder. Must have peed for a solid 40-50 seconds (was rather desperate). It wasn't something I had planned but between the rain and my need I just decided to go. Fortunately my flat mate was still at work and I managed to clean out my shoes and dry them before the next day. I have to admit it felt amazing and it was only when I realised I was stroking myself on a public path, in uniform that I snapped to me senses and went in to take care of things. Pity I've never had the chance to repeat that "accident".
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  40. When I was in junior high I overheard an interesting conversation between a couple of older popular girls. Apparently one of them (the captain of the basketball team) had accidentally full-on peed her pants laughing at a sleepover last year. She talked about how warm and sudden it all was. There was also the time one of my teammates (she had this really goofy/airhead personality but was probably one of the smartest girls in school) abruptly froze in the middle of a set and exclaimed, “I just peed myself a little!” while giggling. Our coach rolled her eyes and yelled at her to just go to the bathroom.
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  41. View File Girl wets jeans while gaming Girl wets jeans while gaming Submitter Reeve Submitted 09/07/2019 Category Peeing
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  42. Barista

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Does this count as an accident at work? Can I claim compensation?
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  43. ...also another two good ones, while tapping on the phone and a rewetting while waiting at the restroom of a restaurant https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/131081/20557111/Scarlet+SOAKS+Her+Tight+Jeans+in+a+Public+Parking+Lot!!!! https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/131081/20563841/Scarlet+Wets+Her+Jeans+in+the+Store+then+Re-Wets+them+in+the+Parking+Lot!
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  44. This is another one from Scarlet, wetting while shopping at a grocery store https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/131081/20821971/Nonchalant+Deliberate+Wetting+at+the+Grocery+Store!
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  45. I was recently helping out at a school Christmas fair where a young, blond teacher was painting children’s faces. The school is pretty large and there was a long queue continuously. I was asked if I would go round giving the helpers tea/coffee and mince pies as a thank you for helping. I went over and asked the teacher if she would prefer tea or coffee and she replied she would prefer to nip to the loo but a cup of tea would be great. Afterwards I was taking her her tea and I noticed she was tightly crossed legged. She was talking to the other member of staff who was with her saying she really really needed to visit the ladies but there were so many children still waiting so she would try her best to hold on a bit longer. I passed by again about 15 minute or so later and she was clearly squirming whilst trying to paint a child’s face.
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  46. Some overheard conversations from the recent years: 1. On the subway an evening a few weeks ago i overheard a conversation between two girls. They were in their mid twenties, sitting in the seats along the wall. I stood in the aisle nearby. They chatted, and i heard one of the girls say that yesterday she got into a really embarrassing situation on the subway: She told her friend that she had needed to pee really bad. And with only 3 stops left she simply couldn't hold it. Then she lovered her voice a little, so i didn't catch the rest of the story. I heard her state that it was very embarrassing, though. The girl was in her mid-twenties approx. 2. One evening in the autumn last year i overheard a conversation between two girls, they looked like they were round 18-19 years. This was also on the subway. I heard one of them say to her friend that she had had a quite bad day at school. She continued, nearly whispering that she had peed herself. They continued chatting silently, and i caugh her say that it happened "just in-front of the door". The bthroom door, i would guess. But i caught only fragments of their conversation. Her friend replied "Oh, that is soo bad...". The girl, who had peed herelf said she hadn't done it since 2nd grade. They continued chatting, and some minutes later i picked up that she said "He was there when i peed myself", lowering her voice when she said "peed myself". This was a tall brunette, and my guess is that she was in her last year of highschool. 3. A few years ago, once again on the subway: Two german tourists, in their early 30's. Riding the subway for a few stops through the city center i heard one of them say. I heard her say: "Oh, ich habe so angst ich glaub mir nass" -> "I'm soo afraid i'm going to wet myself. and "Oh mein gott, ich mach mir nass!" -> "Oh my god, i'm going to wet myself!" and just before they abandoned the train she said multiple times silently "Ich mach mir nass!" -> "I'm wetting myself/I'm going to wet myself!" She was very fidgety, crossing her legs tight and looking very strained. Obviously, she wasn't aware that many people here learn german in secondary school/high school, or else she would have said it more discrete ;-) BTW, i'm not usre if my quotes above are exactly gramatically correct, but overaall they reflect what i heard her say to her friend in-between their chatting in german. 4. Waiting for a friend at the cinema: I was staying in the semi-crowded hallway, waiting. By coincidence i was a few meters from the men's room. After some minutes a girl came out from the men's room. She approached another girl standing nearby, and i overheard her say with a kind of embarrassed and relieved voice "Det gikk bra" / "It ended good". They exchanged a few sentences, and her friend said that she had started to get worried, since she had stayed inside there for a little long. Minutes later i stumled across them again, overhearing them joking around saying "da blir man ihvertfall tissetrengt..." / "... then you will REALLY need to pee..." as they came from the cafe/kiosk. The fact that she had gone to the men's room, instead of continuing to the ladies room a little further down the hallway (5m or so) kind of proves that it must have been a severe emergency. 5. At the gym, around 2 years ago: After gym i went to one of the bathrooms to fill my water bottle. I spotted a blonde girl in her twenties, working at the "children parking" area, which some of the larger gyms have: First, she sat on a stool with very tightly crossed legs. After filling my bottle i stayed in the area nearby drinking some water and stretching out. Now she had stood up, and was flexing her body around, crossing and uncrossing her legs and squirming around quite much. She changed between sitting down, with her legs tightly crossed, and standing up and squirming many times during the 4-5 minutes i spent in the area. There was a few children in the children parking area that she had to attend. After some minutes she shouted to one of her collegues that was passing by, telling him to come over. I was close enough to overhear that she asked him to relieve her for a few minutes. He couldn't, as he was heading for a training group. He is one of the instructors working at this gym. Then the girl replied "Be Thea komme bort da. SI at jeg må tisse. Det haster. Det går snart!" / "Ask Thea to come then. Tell her i need to pee. It's urgent. I'm going any second!" He did what he was told to, and the lady in the reception came over. The girl rushed into the toilet, just before i finished my stretching.
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  47. I was working in a walmart (basic stuff like stock) when a lesbian couple I know rushed by, one girl was pulling her shirt down over her crotch area and her face was completely red, the other girl was walking with her arms around the blushing one and she was wispering "dont worry we'll get out of here and you can get new pants"
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  48. because if you do pee your pants not everyone is looking at you
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