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  1. 7 points

    DLFF-308 now available!

    Recently I've become a fanatic fan for the "jeans with pee" video series. Without being able to find the full original video in the forum, I decided to purchase them in person in the jade-net-home platform and contribute them publicly. Attached are the shared download links from the "Sundry Files" platform. If the links become invalid somehow, please notify me for solutions. The videos are about 15 Mbps in bitrate, and hence 23.4 GB size in total. In the second or the third video clip, you might see an embarrassing notification popup "Screen Record Saved to Photos", sorry for that carelessness... Scene 1: https://sundryfiles.com/16bH Scene 2: https://sundryfiles.com/G4d Scene 3: https://sundryfiles.com/G4o
  2. 7 points

    DLFF-308 now available!

    Thanks for sharing these! I'm working on uploading them directly to OmoOrg right now and should have them up in a few hours.
  3. 5 points
    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!
  4. 5 points

    Penny’s New Bike

    Chapter 2: Saturday couldn’t come quickly enough for Penny, but of course it eventually arrived. She was up and out of bed by 7, which was an amazing achievement for her, especially on a weekend. She had lay awake last night planning her trip down the the most infinitesimal details, and couldn’t wait to pack her things and get going. As usual, her bladder was full upon awakening, but she chose to try and ignore it for awhile, being intent on selecting the right clothes and accessories for the big ride. Besides, she had her own adjoining bathroom, so nobody had to see her bouncing around, squeezing her legs together, or potty dancing like a little girl. She caught sight of herself in the mirror, with her hand resting on the crotch of her pink panties, nearly fully visible from beneath her cropped t-shirt, and it reminded her of something. Penny went to her closet, and took out a pair of panties and a pair of black leggings that were hanging in there. This had been the result of a big accident she had suffered after school yesterday. She had been late leaving class, and had almost missed the bus, so she had decided to skip the usual bathroom stop and wait until she got home. That had proved to be a bad decision. During the last few minutes of her bus ride, her urgent need to pee had skyrocketed, and suddenly she had felt a seeping warmth in her leggings. She had been convinced that she was about to lose complete control on the bus, but had somehow managed to make it to her stop, where she had virtually jumped off, and hobbled into the small neighbourhood park, where she had sat on a bench, only seconds before her bladder had completely let go, and a torrent of pee had poured out of her, completely soaking her leggings, and splattering noisily to the ground, where a huge puddle had formed on the concrete underneath her bench. Completely mortified, she had hurried off, nearly in tears, as wet drips continued to snake down her legs, as she cut through the park, miraculously avoiding all contact with people, and even getting home without being spotted. Her luck was even better there, with both her parents being out, allowing her to make a quick and drippy run to her room to get changed, only moments before her mum had arrived back from the shop. Shivering at the memory of her close call, she threw her wet clothes into the shower, the second time she had done so this week, and the second time she had been lucky enough to get away with it. The thought crossed her mind that she really would have to start being more careful about going to the toilet when she needed to. Growing up, wet panties weren’t an uncommon occurrence for Penny. She had always been a bit prone to the occasional unexpected leaks when she was younger, although fully wetting herself as she had done yesterday was a very rare event. It must’ve been at least two years ago since it had happened last, she thought to herself, back when her mum was still doing her laundry for her. In fact, that last big accident at 16 had been the prime motivator for her to start doing her own washing. Since then, although her knickers sometimes got a bit wet, there had been no more full blown accidents, until yesterday, and she had always managed to take care of the occasional pair of wet undies without anybody else finding out. As far as her mum knew, Penny had kept her panties dry for nearly 2 years now, and she fully intended for her to keep thinking that way. Besides, the occasional little leak didn’t really count as a proper pants wetting, did it? Lots of girls had little spurts in their knickers from time to time! Admittedly, they probably didn’t completely piss themselves like she had done yesterday, but that was only a one-off incident, which could happen to anyone. Couldn’t it? Anyway, she had gotten away with it without anyone knowing, and after she had rinsed her panties and leggings in the shower, she would do a load of washing, which she did every Saturday morning, and nobody would be the wiser. Penny did glance at toilet while she was in there, and the sight of it made her cross her legs, but, she was going to have a shower in a few minutes anyway, and was still super excited to start picking her clothes out, so although she had only just decided to be more prudent about going to the toilet, she decided that she could hold on for just a little bit longer. Besides, she really didn’t need to go THAT badly... Back in the bedroom, she began selecting her outfit. Because she would be getting a whole new cycling kit, she would have to carry whatever she wore up there, home again, so she didn’t want to wear too much. Plus, the skintight lycra would show off a panty line, so that had to be a consideration as well. The fact that she had planned to stop at the beach for a swim on her way home, made the choice of underwear very easy. Opening her drawers, Penny selected a very tiny thong style bikini, pure white. It wouldn’t show a panty line through her cycling shorts, and she could swim in it without taking a change of clothes, except for a dry pair of panties to change into. She laid it out on the bed, her toes curling as she bounced on the balls of her feet, her need to pee getting worse. She would need a small backpack, and had a perfect one in her wardrobe. The backpack would only need to be big enough to carry her t-shirt, shorts, flip flops, wallet, and of course her phone, which would be used extensively to update her IG, Tumblr, Facebook, and Snapchat accounts, showing all her friends and followers her beautiful new bike, with the obligatory cafe stop thrown in for good measure. In the interests of weight conservation, (Nothing to do with looking pretty of course,) Penny selected a sleeveless strappy top to wear, and some high cut cotton running shorts. She knew her father would complain about the lack of fabric involved, but sometimes old people just don’t “get it.” A towel would be needed, and she was sure that she had a mid-sized one in the bottom drawer of her dresser, so she squatted down on her haunches to open it. This turned out to be a big mistake. As her knees opened, and her bottom dropped to just above her heels, she felt a sudden loosening sensation inside of her body, and her pee hole twitched, only a second before a strong jet of hot pee shot out of her. It was powerful enough to shoot straight through her pink cotton panties, arcing out both in front and behind her, instantly soaking her feet, and even hitting the front of her opened bottom drawer. Penny yelped in surprise, and tried to close her legs and place a protective hand against her crotch at the same time, which only led to her stumbling backwards, and landing firmly on her butt. That was all the trigger that her full bladder needed to give up completely, and although she sat flat on the vinyl plank covered floor, and crossed her ankles tightly as she hunched forward, she couldn’t stop the flow at all. Penny hissed in a sharp intake of breath, the hand between her legs getting wet, as a huge puddle began spreading out in all directions from beneath her bottom, and the feeling of hot wetness spread all the way down the back of her thighs to behind her knees. It seemed like she peed for an eternity, but it was probably only ten seconds or so before she had let enough out to regain control again. It is amazing just how much liquid can get released within ten seconds, and by the time the out of control flow had eventually been stopped, she found herself sitting in the middle of a puddle that was at least a meter round. When she was sure that she had finished, at least for now, she had no choice but to put both her hands into the puddle to help herself stand up, getting her feet wet as well. The girl peeled her now dark pink panties off, noticing how they were completely saturated all the way up to back elastic, and dropped them with a splash into the puddle. She then removed her t-shirt, and gave herself a quick wipe between the legs, on her bottom, and the inside of her legs, trying to wipe as many drops away as she could. Penny threw the shirt just clear of the puddle, and stepped out onto it, using it to dry her feet. She was completely mortified by what had happened, and her heart was pounding, with the only thoughts being to clean up the mess quickly before anyone found out. Now completely naked, she hurriedly padded into her bathroom, picking up a couple of already used towels from the floor, which she used to soak up the seemingly monstrous sized puddle. Wetting a towel with hot water, she wiped the floor as best she could, thanking her lucky stars that her parents had replaced most of the carpet in the house with vinyl planking not long ago. Her sodden panties and shirt got thrown into the bottom of the shower with the other wet clothes, and she stood back, turning the water on. A few cold drops fell against her breasts, and the remaining pee in her bladder flowed freely, running down over her legs and feet, soaking into the large pile of already pee-soaked clothes on the floor. This time, she made no attempt to stop it, and in fact she even pushed a bit, sighing with relief as her bladder finally emptied itself of the last of her morning’s ablutions. She was disgusted with herself after having two major accidents within the last 15 or so hours, but the relief was nothing short of incredible. As she started washing herself thoroughly, standing on the wet clothes, she found herself paying particular attention to the private area between her legs as she scrubbed, and had to muffle her moaning sounds as another type of physical relief swiftly overwhelmed her.
  5. 4 points

    DLFF-308

    4,963 downloads

    All three parts of the DLFF-308 / DFF-308 set compiled together. Originally obtained and shared here by @YeChiang

    Free

  6. 4 points
    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.
  7. 3 points

    Penny’s New Bike

    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.
  8. 3 points

    DLFF-308 now available!

    Here you go: Note the displayed filesizes are wrong. These videos are 6-9gb each, I'm guessing due to the way you captured them. I'll see about possibly re-encoding them in a way that doesn't result in a noticeable quality loss later.
  9. 3 points
    [Day 20: Formally Challenged, Part 2] "A challenge, Hm?" the suited supernatural hunter (Penny) stated... With a grin stretching from ear to ear. "I've always wanted to challenge the Goddess of Lust.." "A..Aaa... If I'd have known this was going to happen...." her petite sister (Youmu) sounded, already shifting vividly under her dress. "I....I wouldn't have.." "Hmpth....Nothing I can't handle.." the haughty black haired girl (Emily) stated, standing firm with a serious look, refusing to show weakness out the gate.... "Oooh, I've always wanted to go to one of these!" the perky lime-green haired girl (Ellie) Piped up, eyes gleaming like stars. "These kind of things are so exciting!" "We've got to escape the room..? Oh...I'm getting flashbacks.." the plum haired girl (Lillica) stated quietly, recalling the last time she was trapped in a building.... in a similar state. "Kind of a shame Faust isn't here..." "Mmmmm.. It's okay, Miyu. Yuno'll take care of you." the pinkette (Yuno) assured the petite black haired girl, patting her shoulder gently. "No need to worry." "I..I'll try to keep calm.. Thank you." she answered softly, lightly gripping the waist of her dress as she stood.... Trying to keep her balance, despite developments. "Hm... Well, it can't be too difficult.." the dusty blonde haired girl (Faye) mused, a finger brushing her lips as she pondered. "Escaping our shame, that is..." "Certainly. We just need to keep calm, and focus our efforts.." the teal haired girl (Winona) mused, setting down a glass "Though, i suppose i should stop sipping away at my drink, until it's safe to do so." "Can't believe I got roped into this kind of thing, again." Arthoria groaned, rubbing his head with one hand, as hands gripped the front of his suit, the dark haired girl in a black, accented dress having bounded over to him in a flash. "Was this your idea, perv?' Kozuko snapped viciously, lifting the sole male off his feet (And showing she had no trouble maneuvering in heels), as he lightly swatted her hand aside, floating for a few moments, before landing. "No, I already did my time as Saril's second in command.." he protested, shaking his head. "'Sides, not like you're in any danger. Saril's keen on you." "Not the point, nerd." Kozuko retorted, scoffing as she turned to the group. "A'right everyone, listen up! I have a plan!" The group all started to circle around Kozuko at this, prompting her to glance over them all, as she flourished her hand around the building.... "We're going to have to go with the time-old tradition to find an exit.." Kozuko continued, gesturing to each person in turn. "We split up, and search for clues! We'll cover more ground if there's three or four groups than if there's one." The group nodded quietly in turn, save Arthoria, who rolled his eyes slightly. "Yeah, cause splitting up always works out in movies." he deadpanned, earning him a sharp shot to the side from the dark haired, self-appointed leader. "Ignore him." Kozuko stated sharply, gesturing at the girls in turn. "Red, silver, Princess, You're group 1. Plum, Pink, and Mini, Group 2. Teal, Lime, and......and Blondie, you're group three..." "Mmm...? But that leaves you and..." Faye responded, her eyes giving a slight shimmer as she watched the suited boy with an...unsettlingly analytic gaze, as the dark haired girl stamped down in her heels. "Don't worry: He'll be the first to go." Kozuko assured, prompting another eyeroll from Arthoria... As she gestured at the corners of the mansion. "Everyone, take one of the doors out from here, we'll check if there's a good path upward. Try to meet back up in an hour to discuss our findings. Any questions?" A meek hand from the petite, dark haired girl raised.... Eyes almost hesitant to meet the cocky, confident gaze of Kozuko... "A..are we in danger..?" Miyu inquired with a tensed posture, her gaze averting, and her head lowering.... As if already admonishing herself for asking such a question....Prompting Kozuko to open her mouth to assure the girl.... But, a pat on the head from the Suited Arthoria instead responded, rubbing her neatly done hair lightly (And mussing it up in the process). "Nah... Saril's a lot of things, but she isn't dangerous.." he mused, in a..strangely soft tone that Kozuko wasn't used to hearing. "She's interested in putting on a show, but not into putting people in danger. You'll be okay: I promise." The girl's face burned red, and she could barely mumble a response...As Arthoria turned back to Kozuko, as if nothing had happened. "Well? Shall we?" he mused, sticking out his arm.... But, rather than take it, the confident woman strode proudly up the stairs swiftly. He shrugged his shoulders, and followed after her.... Prompting the other groups to head out on their own corners... Moving to different doors as they started their separate journeys. "Mmm... Do you suspect she had... alternative reasons for pairing herself up with him?" the accusatory tone of Faye started as the groups were out of earshot, prompting a wave of the lime green haired girl's hand. "Hmm? Nahhh, I don't think it was like that." Ellie mused, her hand gripping the knob of the door, and starting to open it. "She's not quite putting off the Tsun Tsun vibes you'd expect. Prolly just some professional courtesy." "I get the feeling there's something we're not quite in the know about.." Winona added softly, her hands resting at the front of her dress as she walked. "This wasn't the kind of thing we had to do back on.." "Hm..A chill...?" Faye sounded as the group paced into the room.... PItch black, from the moment they walked in....Before the door slammed shut behind Winona, and a bright light encompassed the area...... Leaving the group blinded for a few moments, before finding themselves in.... "Ohhhh wow, I didn't know there was a pool in here.." A massive room, with an Olympic-sized swimming pool that stretched out for what looked like forever... Coupled with a few notable signs every so often.... Presumably, for distance. "Fifty....A hundred.......Two... goodness, how far does this go?" Faye asked as she glanced up at the signs... Prompting Ellie to stride over. "Man, if I'd have known they'd have a pool here, I'd have brought a suit.." she started quietly, kicking off a pair of emerald high-heels, as she dipped her legs into the waters. "Ohhh, and it's heated, too..." One could nearly see what could be felt as steam slowly rising from the waters of the pool....Ellie's submerged feet almost looking like they had punctured a hole in the waters.... Prompting Winona, and Faye to shiver at a sudden chill that ran through the air. "M..Mmm.. Let me try.." the teal, tea-savvy girl added, kicking her own shoes off as she dipped her own feet in the water... And similarly quivered. "O-Ohhhh... Ohhhh, it is quite heated..." Faye eyed the water warily as heat poured off of it.... Prompting an involuntary shudder, and the pressing of her legs together.... As the other girls relaxed some more. "Something doesn't seem right.." she stated, but the lime-green haired girl merely tucked up her dress, and started to pull at the top. "Ohhhhh, I can't take it..! I gotta get in..." she called quickly, tossing the dress over her head... Showing off some green-laced garments underneath to preserve what little modesty she had.... sinking into the water in her garments. "Ohhhhhhhhh...Ohhhhhhhhhhh... Ohhh... Is... It's so goooooooooood..." Winona and Faye both stared a bit wide-eyed at this, more than a bit surprised at her brazen display..... As she started to wade gently, sighing. "Mmmm.. C'mon in! The water's amazing.." she invited, prompting the teal haired girl to stand up... But, before Winona could consider it, Faye tucked her back from the pool.... Whispering snidely. "She's like a kid... Haven't you forgotten we're on a mission?" she snapped, prompting a familiar pang from the teal haired girl's body... As she suddenly tensed up. "R..right.. Right..." she responded quietly, sliding her heels back on, as she leaned over. "C'mon Ellie, we should keep looking! There's gotta be something around here that could lead us to the bathroom.." "Mmmm.... Mmmm?" the girl responded blankly, a look of sudden relief crossing her face as she swam..... As a steady, but slow stream could be seen through the water.... Spraying out through the girl's pantied faucet, and into the crystal-clear waters of the pool.... Marked by a peculiar, sparkling, glimmering tint that would dissuade any confusion as to what she was doing in the pool... "Mmmmmaaahhh.... I'm good... thanks.." she mused, clearly unaware of the water's display of her own relaxation.... As the sparkling liquid seemingly vanished into the massive waters of the pool, prompting Faye to nudge Winona sharply in the side. "Gross.." she whispered with a dark gaze, turning away from the lime-haired lingere-clad girl's endeavors.... As they moved about the pool-area... Looking for something... anything else of note.... The air seemed to chill further as the two walked, prompting Faye's shoulders to tense, but Winona's whole body to start shivering... The warm water on her legs sorely paying for her quickly-dashed relief, and her bladder angrily reminding her of it's own contents with every chill. "Finally... A Door.." Faye sounded after the two navigated to the end of the massive pool (over 300 feet long.) Her hand grasped at the door quickly, tugging sharply at the handle as Winona turned her head. "What about Ellie...?" she asked quickly, not even prompting a glance backward from the dusty-blonde. "Leave her." she replied curtly, prompting a small frown from the teal haired girl... As she leaned back. "Ellie! We're going on ahead! Wanna come with?" she yelled, cupping her ear for a response...... But, to no avail. She could hardly see the girl as she swam from edge to edge, clearly none the wiser... Nor seeming to care. She hesitantly turned back to the doorway with Faye, and started along nervously... A hand resting at the front of her dress as a chill ran through the air once more.... Hurriedly shooing her away from the cold air.... 'Wonder where we'll end up next...' =======================================================================================================================
  10. 3 points
    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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  12. 2 points

    In the saddle

    With thanks to @Barry for the inspiration, here's hopefully the start of something new. Don't ask where I'm going with it, or what's going to feature, because I honestly haven't got a clue, haha! This is just a quick 10 minute into, because my fingers and my brain were getting a bit lethargic after so long away from writing. And please don't panic when you see the mention of a schoolgirl, it's just a bit of background - the story itself is all going to be set in the present day, with Katie at college. No Omo yet, just a bit of scene setting. Those of you who have given me some other ideas to work on, don't worry I will be having a go at those too, this just appealed to me when I saw it mentioned, and before I knew it I was a thousand words in. __________________________________ After a long and tiring day at college, Katie Swanson could not wait to let her hair down - quite literally - and let go of the stress of her week. She didn’t have plans to go wild and party though, oh no, what she was looking forward to most was riding off into the sunset astride her faithful and trusty stead, Spirit. Katie had not long turned 17, and was currently working her way through the first year of sixth form college, studying hard to earn decent grades in her A-Level exams so that she could have her pick of the best universities and really make a successful career for herself. She knew she had to, she had little choice, her family had very little, and what they did manage to scrape together usually got pissed up the wall. None of them worked, at least not legitimately, so she had no idea where her own commitment and dedication came from, but right from the age of 12 she’s done all she could to earn some money and pay her own way in life. Perhaps the stigma of being labelled a ‘scrounger’ and a ‘benefit kid’ through school had stuck with her and really left it’s mark - she wanted better than that, she knew she was worth more than that, and she was determined to prove it not only to those who looked down their noses at her and her family, but also to herself. Spirit really was her pride and joy, it had taken her working all through her school holidays since she’d started at high school a little over half a decade ago, but finally towards the end of her last summer term she’d managed to scrape together enough money to buy him, and how her heart had swelled as she’d met him at the livery yard for the first time. She’d melted, her tough exterior crumbling away around her and she’d dissolved into tears of unbridled joy. He was just perfect, everything she wanted in life, and he was hers - nobody else’s, all hers. Katie’s passion for horses had all started back in her first term at her new school, she was only 11 then, and had been invited to a friends ‘pony party’ at the local riding stables. All of the other girls had arrived with their own helmets, matching jodhpurs and one or two had even arranged for their own ponies to be transported from home - that was when she’d realised just how different her own background was to that of all of there friends, and it had really hurt. She’d been the one in tatty jeans and t-shirt, with no idea how to handle a horse, but she’d fallen in love with everything about riding and quickly proved to have a certain way with the ponies, a confidence which belied her lack of experience and which took both her friends and the stables staff completely by surprise. At the end of the party, the yard manager had approached her slovenly dad to ask whether he’d consider sending her for riding lessons, because they were so impressed by her natural talent and thought that with a little nurturing she could develop into a truly skilful handle and rider. Of course, he’d done nothing but laugh in the kiddy gentleman’s face, and that’s before he’d heard what the cost would be! Katie was heartbroken, but this reaction only steeled her resolve, making her more determined than ever to achieve her goal and make her dreams come true. Unbeknownst to her dad, Katie had visited the stables again after school later on that week, and had pleaded with the manager to be allowed to help out. She had no means of payment, and she made that quite clear, but she could do anything that they’d let her if it meant that she got to spend some time with the horses. Over the years, Katie had spent every spare waking moment at the yard - working in the stables when the manager would let her, and riding and spending time with the horses the rest of the time. Her natural horsemanship skill continued to shine through, and as she became more confident her ability grew and grew, until she could handle even the biggest and most stubborn stallions liveried there with ease, putting even the full time staff to shame at times with how easily the animals obeyed her. She’s saved every penny that she earned, not treating herself to so much as a packet of sweets or a magazine through the entire five years until eventually she’d accumulated enough to buy a handsome black colt of her very own, a 4 year old standing at a little over 14 hands, and her one true love in life, her Spirit. Even now the intensity of her studies had increased considerably, Katie made sure to find time to visit the yard every single day, without fail. Often she’d be there at the crack of dawn, mucking out and helping in the tack room, conscious that whilst she’d reached her target, horses cost a lot of money in stabling, food and vet bills, so she had to keep earning if she was going to be able to support Spirit. Then, like today, as soon as she finished at college she’d shoot home, change her clothes and then walk the 2 miles back to the stables to exercise him, and often one or more of the other horses if their owners weren’t able to get there that day - that’s the way the livery worked, everybody looked out for each other, and it’s the main reason Katie felt so happy and comfortable there. Having dropped her college bag on the hallway floor, she called a hurried “Hello” through to her family, who she knew would be sat in the lounge working their way through the days supply of cheap and cheerless supermarket beer, barely even noticing whether she was home or not, before heading up the stairs for a quick shower and to change into her riding gear, only finally feeling free and at ease once she’d walked back out of the door and set off on her cross-country route to meet her best friend in the whole world. Singing contentedly to herself, she’d skipped across fields and clambered over styles, pleased to see that she’d achieved a record time as she walked through the gate to the yard, making sure of course to close it firmly behind her, and smiling widely at the thought of an extra half hour of freedom. Letting herself into the stable block, Katie rounded the corner into Spirit’s stall, and her eyes fell upon the most stunning boy she’d ever seen, a shock of hair as black as the horse he was grooming and a rugged, weathered look lit up by a ruddy complexion and a dancing smile which took her breath away. Wow. “Hey, I’m Jethro, but everybody calls me Jet.” “M..Em…Oh, Hhhhhiya, I’m K..k…Katie.” She stammered, tripping over her words in the rush to greet him, butterflies fluttering in her stomach, which seemed to be doing summersaults. Was this what love at first sight felt like, she wondered? The only time she'd ever felt anything like this was when she'd first set eyes on Spirit, and she knew that had been true love, but this was different, more intense. Wow.
  13. 2 points
    Hey there! As you know, Japanese manga/anime has a huge abundance of omorashi content, ranging from depseration wetting to fear wetting to sexual wetting. But maybe its just me, I don't know, I can't seem to find much female wetting on Korean and Chinese webtoons, or just manhwa in general as well. I wanted to create this thread for people to put in their findings on any omorashi content found in Korean or Chinese webtoon or manhwa! I'll start the ball rolling myself of course, here's one I found that I'm somewhat sure is a fear wetting. They're wet from rain but the puddle is coloured so... This is in Chapter 35 from a Korean one called "Twin Slaves" where they've just escaped from slavery and is hiding in a random cottage, but the owner of the cottage returns and attacks them.
  14. 2 points
    I’m not sure if we can post messing stories here but i know there are people interested in poop accidents as well. This is the story of my only real poop accident past my childhood age and it was mortifying for me. I was 12 years old but I remember it very clearly. My parents, my sister and me were visiting four of our relatives and we were all walking in the city. We got to a playground which me and my sister played on and the grown-ups were all standing around and talking to one another. I noticed I really had to poop but I kept ignoring my need and continued playing. I realized I couldn’t make it much longer but I was still too shy to walk up to all the grown-ups and tell them I had to go the bathroom now. And I wanted to let them talk, I didn’t want to disturb their conversation. Suddenly I slowly felt poop coming out and I really couldn’t hold on anymore so some poop made its way into my pants. And since there was already poop in my pants and I knew I couldn’t hide it anyway I decided to push everything out into my pants. I involuntarily peed a bit while doing it too. It felt really good to be finally able to go after having to hold on so long. I really went alot, my pants were totally full when I was done. After this act, I started blushing when I realized that now I had to own up and tell my parents. I decided to just tell them to just get it over with, since they would find out anyway. I awkwardly waddled towards the group and they noticed what I did before I even said anything. My mom asked me „Did you poop your pants“ and I just nodded. She got kind of annoyed and asked me: „Why didn’t you tell us you had to go?“ Her being disappointed about it made me upset too and I started stammering and said „I didn’t really notice I had to go that badly. I didn’t mean to…“ and I suddenly started crying. Her seeing me cry probably triggered her motherly instinct and she gave me a hug and whispered into my ear: „It’s ok. I understand. Let’s go find a place where you can clean up.“ My younger sister thought it was really funny that I pooped my pants and laughed at me but my dad and my relatives saw I was very upset so they didn’t comment anything negatively. My mom took my hand and we started looking for places with public toilets for me. She asked a few stores but they didn’t end up having public toilets. So I ended up having to walk 20 minutes through the city with full pants. My walk was very awkward and many people noticed me along the way. I cried all the way even though everyone was trying their best to comfort me to make me stop crying. We finally got to a Italian restaurant that let us use their bathroom. What sucks is that the waiter also noticed what I did and also asked me directly „Did you poop your pants?“ just like my mom asked me. I didn’t reply but hearing his remark made me cry again. My mom escorted me to the bathroom but I went into a stall on my own and tried to dump my poop from my pants into the toilet. After 20 minutes I still wasn’t done cleaning up but my parents called me and told me we wanted to leave. My underwear was a complete mess but I wasn’t sure if I should throw it away or not so I just put on my soiled underwear and pants, zipped up my zipper and left the bathroom. My pants were stained and there was a brown spot on the back of my pants so literally could have seen what I did. Luckily my parents accepted to take me home instead of continuing to walk through the city with my relatives. But I still had to walk all the way back. When we made it to our family car (My relatives went home in their own car) I was very quiet the entire ride. I remember my sister complaining about the smell and we had to open the car windows. When I finally got home, I took off my clothes and washed them and I took a bath which finally calmed me down a bit. But when it was time to sleep I got sad again and asked my parents if I could sleep in their bed with them that night and they let me. When I was lying in bed with them they reassured me again that it was ok to have an accident and that I shouldn’t beat myself up over it. I apologized to them for ruining the evening but they comforted me and told me I didn’t ruin it and that we wanted to leave anyway. After a lot of comforting I managed to finally sleep. The next day I already felt somewhat better. But what also sucked is that in the next couple days my parents made sure to often keep asking me if I had to use the bathroom and I hated that they had to keep asking this because it embarrassed me and made me feel like a toddler. But I understand why they did it. They weren’t trying to embarrass me, they were just trying to prevent another accident. And after all I really did have an accident that night, so I really couldn’t complain. So this is my memory, fellow omo-lovers. It is a 100% real story, and it was my only real poop accident after I grew out of having daytime accidents as a small child. That’s why I remember it so clearly. But now, many years later, I don’t feel bad about this experience anymore. I think no one really judged me for it so it was fine afterwards. At the time I felt helpless and miserable but now looking back at it I think it’s kinda cute that it happened.
  15. 2 points
    The latest video of my girlfriend wetting her jeans shorts. 20191005_073535[Trim][Mute].mp4
  16. 2 points
    Muted. Next video with sound, I promisse! 20190407_140124.mp4 20190407_140124.mp4
  17. 2 points
    Hi, everyone. Bibarel_Rei was kind enough to do another commissioned art piece for me. This time, it's of Toriel from "Undertale". Originally, I just intended on sharing this with @guywithstuff, as he had expressed a desire for art of her on Jarvis Langley's 'Request art from me!' thread. However, I decided to make it public for everyone to see and talk about. So, feast your eyes on this utterly GLORIOUS specimen:
  18. 2 points

    In the saddle

    Regaining her composure a little, and realising that he must look like a gibbering imbecile to this handsome young stranger, Katie looked him straight in the eye confidently and managed to utter the first coherent sentence since she’d arrived at the yard. “Sorry, couldn’t quite get my words out then! I’ve not seen you around here before, Jet, do you have a horse stabled here?” “Haha, yeah I often have that effect.” Jet tipped her a cheeky wink, and then burst out laughing. In truth, he wasn’t half as cocky and confident as he tried to come across, but it was a great way of hiding his own apprehension and nerves when speaking to a, frankly, startlingly beautiful girl. “No, I’m just lending a hand to earn myself a few quid whilst we’re in town, that’s all. Is this handsome chap yours then?” Jet’s forthright approach had broken the ice, and both immediately felt more at ease in each other’s company, finding it far easier to chat openly and get to know each other a little better. Katie quickly explained about Spirit, how very important he was to her and also how he’d come to be in her life. She swelled with pride as she recounted the struggles she’d been through to get him, and also the joy he’s brought to her. In return, Jet talked a little about his own background in the traveller community, how they never stayed in one place for very long - either being moved along by the authorities, or needing to find a new ‘patch’ to earn a living. Most of the older men in his group worked in the manual trades, things like building, carpentry and landscaping, but he’d always been one for the animals and as well as taking care of their own pets and livestock he’d tried to find work helping at stables or on farms whenever he was able to. As was typical amongst his people, despite only being a year older than Katie was he’d been out of education probably since she’d started high school, and had worked throughout most of his adolescence, meaning he’d built quite a respectable skillset, something that was evident from his handling of Spirit. “Usually he won’t let anybody but me groom him, you know. You really have got a way with them, haven’t you?” Gazing at the colt affectionately as he worked his rough mane, Jet nodded slowly and then turned to look at Katie. “I’ve always found a stronger connection with the horses than the people, I guess that makes me sound pretty crazy to you, doesn’t it? No doubt you’ve got lots of friends, but to me I prefer to spend time with the beasts, they ‘get’ me in a way that no person ever has, and I think I ‘get’ them too” She had no idea what made her do it - she’d never craved the affection of another person herself either, nor had she felt affection beyond the platonic, familial love that she almost felt obliged to feel, but something inside Katie made her reach out her hand and place it gently atop Jet’s, following his motion as he combed through the horses long, coarse hair. She murmured softly, gently “Oh Jet, I get it, believe me I do. You could have been describing me then, those could have been my words.” Taking his hand in hers, she pulled it towards her, causing him to drop the brush he was using and look straight into her piercing blue eyes, startled b this sudden physical intimacy which was so alien to him. So alien to both of them. “Katie, are you in there?” A shrill, piercing voice called out through the stable block from behind them. “I thought I saw you crossing the yard earlier, have you got a moment?” The moment shattered, the spell broken, and both Katie and Jet jolted from their reverie, startled by the unexpected interruption. It was Nancy, the tack room supervisor, who bustled her way through to the stall where she found a pair of slightly shell-shocked young people, both seemingly unsure where they where or what had just happened. “Ah, I see you’ve met Jet then? As he may have told you, he’s going to be helping out around the yard for a few weeks, mostly things like the mucking out and hosing down, which will free you up a bit, won’t it?” Katie nodded, still struggling to bring herself back down to earth and to give Nancy her full attention. “Excellent! Well, I remember you mentioning that you’ve got a week off from college next week, yes? How do you fancy looking after the tack for a few days whilst I travel over to Ireland to meet a new breeder who’s hoping to stable some of his stock here whilst they’re in training?” Katie’s eyes widened with shock. She’d been helping out at the yard for over 5 years now, and had spent plenty of time in the tack room cleaning and repairing equipment, but never had she been trusted to take care of things on her own. This was a dream come true for her, a real step up the pecking order, and she realised just how much faith and trust Nancy and the rest of the team must have in her if they were prepared to give her this opportunity. For a moment, she just stood opened mouthed as she took in what she’d just heard. “Oh Nancy, I’d absolutely love to! But, do you really think I’m up to running things on my own? I mean, I know what I’m doing and everything, but it’s such a big responsibility. I’d hate to make a mess of things.” The older lady nodded reassuringly, and then quite uncharacteristically she gave Katie a small smile. This probably shocked Katie even more than meeting Jet, even more than being asked to take charge, she had NEVER known Nancy to smile before. Not that she wasn’t a pleasant lady, but she was quite old fashioned and tended to show her appreciation in other ways, open affection just didn’t sit right with her, but the smile was warm and welcoming. “I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t think you were capable young lady, but if you don’t feel up to the task I can bring somebody else in.” “N…no, no, honestly Nancy, I’ll be absolutely fine. And if Jet here is going to be around, I’m sure he won’t mind lending a hand. Thank you, thank you so very much. Wow, what an incredibly opportunity, I really don’t know what to say.” Her normal demeanour returning, although feeling an intense pride that her young prodigy was so keen to step up to the plate, Nancy nodded curtly before turning to leave, asking Katie to pop in and see her in the office after her ride so that she could take her through what needed to be done, and also provide her with keys to the yard. Then, with a jerk of the hand, she indicated that Jet should follow her as there was work to be done, and she wasn’t paying him to stand around chatting up the ladies all day. He blushed, but nothing like as deeply as Katie did, both agreeing that as tomorrow was Saturday they’d have more time to chat then, and arranging to meet early in the morning. “Over a coffee?” Katie suggested. “Over a pile of manure, more likely!” Jet giggled. As Katie led Spirit out across the yard and saddled him up, she’d honestly never felt happier, her mind spinning with thoughts of her responsibility next week, and the mysterious Jet she she’d only known for less than an hour, but who had made her feel like she had never felt before. It was an odd feeling, she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew that she liked it.
  19. 2 points

    Wetting while sitting

    You are correct. I feel the urge to pee but while in the sitting position I find the pee doesn't flow out as easily but as soon as I stand up the pressure is off and my bladder empties. I often have a heavy gush while standing after leaving a meeting at work or otherwise have been sitting a while.
  20. 2 points

    Penny’s New Bike

    Ooh, not only a truly captivating new story, but also the promise of Daniel and Amy returning... Thanks Barry, you've just made my Thursday morning even more than the Diana Ross announcement did!
  21. 2 points

    Penny’s New Bike

    Thanks mate. I think the introduction of Aiden and Maria will be its inevitable downfall. It’s a pity. I like those two. It looks like the powers that be are treating it on a case by case basis for now, as in, it’ll stay up until the point that someone reports it. There’s a few people that are having the time of their narrow little lives reporting stuff like D & A, so I think it’s only a matter of time. Ive openly told Maki what the content involves, but it’s still up, at least for now. But I imagine it’ll eventually get removed once it’s reported. In the meantime, I feel safe enough to continue it, as I now have a complete backup copy up to the last chapter, so I can continue it elsewhere if and when that time comes. Hopefully Penny’s adventures might fill that void!
  22. 2 points

    Yoga Pee

    Version 1.0.0

    679 downloads

    Kind of low resolution, but the girl is hot!

    Free

  23. 2 points

    [Female] Yoga Pee

    View File Yoga Pee Kind of low resolution, but the girl is hot! Submitter satyr Submitted 10/10/2019 Category Female videos Clothing These guys share a lot of short clips on reddit, but most of it is being pissed on, drinking piss, that sort of thing: https://www.reddit.com/user/BruceAndMorgan/. Some of it is really good and within our interests though. Here is a great one even though it involves nude peeing: Another wetting:
  24. 2 points

    Cannabis

    Completely agree that cannabis heightens all of the senses, and the perception of everything both pleasurable and less so, therefore if holding/wetting is already a pleasurable experience for you then doing so whilst under the influence of cannabis is likely to offer a enhanced experience. Just don't stub your toe when high, because there really is no pain like it! Other substances also do similar, often to a greater degree, although they tend not to be legal in many/any jurisdictions so I'll not discuss them in any great detail, I'll just say that some of my most life affirming experiences have been chemical induced in one way or another, and certainly my most enjoyable pee related experiences too. I am actually a strong advocate for drug policy reform here in the UK, both in terms of decriminalisation and regulation, and for this to have the desired effect I firmly believe it has to extend beyond cannabis to include all drugs, although cannabis would be a start and a stepping stone. Don't get me wrong, I'm not advocating everybody pumping themselves full of chemicals and living life in an altered state of consciousness, but our archaic drug laws are causing far more harm than good.
  25. 2 points

    Pay with your bladder !

    Pay with your bladder! At the beginning of this topic i told you about a girl with a strong bladder who could hold her pee for a really long time. It was not a rarity that she did not wee the entire day at a date. I did like that, it was arousing for me to think about how full, how big and how stretched her bladder must have been at the evening, after holding it for so long. Once she asked me if i could bring her to her home down for a new passport. She wanted to pay me for this journey. She was from east Europe and did not have much money and i did not want take money from her, so i told her that it would be better to go by bus. She was a little bit disappointed and asked me again some days later. Mira, so was her name, was not really my girlfriend, she was more a girl for my body. We fucked whenever it was possibile and she was good in that too. I had the idea that this two days with her could be absolut arousing for me, so i agreed to bring her home. I told her that i would not take money from her, not even one cent, but that she has to pay with her bladder. Sure that she could not understand what i mean, so i did explain her that she had to hold her pee for me. I told her that she would not be allowed to wee all day long and a day has 24 hours. I said to her " you take a pee before we leave early at the morning and then you hold it for me, no wee for you all day, no wee for you at the evening, no wee for you before we go to sleep. Let your bladder get big as a soccer ball, do it for me, i love that." " Nobody can do that" she answered . "Sure, you can, i know you are good in pee holding! try it!" i said. Then she told me about her girlfriend , she was working at her summer holydays on the field. One day the boys did occupy the loo so that she could not take her morning pee before they went to the field. This girl could endure to hold her bursting bladder until evening. Mira said " if she could endure that, maybe i can endure to hold my wee from the day until the morning" "Okay, i`ll do it, i pay with my bladder" she said. continued
  26. 2 points

    Version 1.0.0

    952 downloads

    This is a series from PissJapanTV where a man with a camera notices women with odd behavior walking along and follows them. When they think they are out of sight of anyone they pull there panties aside and start pissing. Not long after they start going they notice the man. Unable to stop the flow most girls cover there face while others start yelling at him or telling him to leave. After they are finally finished most the women just up and run away while some pursue the man. Enjoy

    Free

  27. 1 point
    Another video, as promissed, this time she is peeing her jeans. 20190622_151946[Mute].mp4
  28. 1 point
    Finish this sentence (no walls of text, run on sentences allowed). Just one simple sentence that captures what you enjoy most. Could be the holding, the leaking, the soaking, the playing after.... If you don’t like wetting, don’t feel you need to answer! The best part of wetting is . . .
  29. 1 point
    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.”
  30. 1 point

    In the saddle

    So am I! Glad you guys like it so far though! I should probably point out that I know less than zero about horses, so apologies in advance if any of the technical aspects are wrong - my experience with horses limited to spending 6 months working behind a bar over a decade ago, with regulars who liked a flutter and sent me to the bookies with their bets, haha. That, and I think I may have ridden one when I was about 11, just the once. I've actually ridden more camels than horses in my lifetime, not sure what that says about me?
  31. 1 point
    The best part of wetting is.. The pee flowing down my legs and the eventual happy ending
  32. 1 point

    The best part of wetting...

    A feeling of naughty freedom about doing something that I know I shouldn’t.
  33. 1 point

    In the saddle

    Aw mate! Awesome start. Really excited to see where you go with this!
  34. 1 point
    Part 2. 20190708_212740.mp4
  35. 1 point

    Cross-eyed Peeing?

    People who are sexual adults now, came up through two decades of almost infinite entertainment, so cartoons, animes, video games, etc. So a lot of people had their first interests in sex sparked by things that aren't real, like half-animal people, cartoon characters, anime characters, game characters, etc. In some games, they might have bonded with real people but acting as a stylised character, like in an MMO. My first omo memory was of a girl sitting next to me in school who wet herself, but someone else's might be of a desperate girl in an anime. When I was a kid, we only had four TV channels and games were still 16-bit, so it's less likely I would've drawn anything from those sources. But yeah, as we go into the 20s, I think we can expect to see more and more cosplay stuff and cartoon stuff appearing in porn stuff. The cosplay stuff can be really sexy, but cartoons do nothing for me.
  36. 1 point

    Request Thread

    Ok. Here’s something that might suit your style. Shy girl, 16/17, attends horse riding lessons, and starts falling for a similar aged boy working as a stable boy. Nice, innocent, coming of age/falling in love story. Plus wetting in jodhpurs while riding is kinda hot....
  37. 1 point

    Crimson's art thread

    I decided to start a thread where I can post my art and it won't get lost in the discord server. Feel free to give criticism!
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    I love this feeling, especially if I know it`s a person who would have issue with it, or has some kind of authority over me. I don`t find that the `not being dictated by toilet availability`is a thing for me. If anything I`m more worried about where and when I can find one in case I leak or need to change, and how I`m going to be discreet about getting a new diaper in there. I just love filling my diaper. I think I feel empowered just because I`m doing something that I love and really don`t care what anyone might think about it.
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    decided to leave

    You raise a good point. I'll try telling that to my landlord next time rent is due.
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    My personal favourite is to skip my evening pee, wake up in the morning absolutely desperate, get my jeans, shirt and coat. Then leave for the day, pretending like I can't even feel it. It's so thrilling walking down the street knowing I'm inches away from releasing Niagara falls and nobody around me has a clue!
  42. 1 point
    For days ive had the urge to pee my pants and let a few people notice me. I did this about a week ago with black pants and now i finally decided to do the same in real pants. I wet my pants in the woods (i took off my shoes because i didnt want to soak them) then put them back on and walked 20 minutes back. I walked out of the woods and then kept walking through my neighborhood. This time more people noticed me. I got kinda nervous at times. But then i remembered that it doesnt even matter. Most people will just think i had an accident and i know they will understand. When i remembered this it made me feel happy again and i kept walking. No one said anything to me but i saw that a few people definitely noticed. Each time someone noticed me in wet pants my heart jumped a little :D When i was almost home one of my neighbors saw me too. I forget his name but i know him by sight. I wonder what he thought about me, seeing me like that, haha. Most of the time when i made my way back my face was really red from blushing a lot. But i still enjoyed my way home a lot. And when i made it home i felt proud for following through with my plan :P Who cares that a few people saw me? I doubt they are disturbed by it, they probably just think that its kinda cute. PS: I know some people will say its rude for me to involve others with my kinks, and i understand that. But I cant really help it though, i love the attention i get from walking around with wet pants, it really makes me feel like a toddler. And this feeling just makes me so happy. So yeah, im probably not going to stop. :P trim.535D35DE-5B1D-4492-AA87-39074B17905A.MOV
  43. 1 point
    The amount of people absolutely unreasonably salty that we've decided to not allow fetish content of small children is absolutely astounding, and almost hilarious. For those of you constantly threatening to leave the site, being all outraged that we've cracked down on this; don't waste your breath, it only begets eyerolls and the occasional chuckle. If you're going to go, reeeing all the way because you can't get your toddlercon or prepubescent jollies off here, just go. You and your outrage will not be missed. And should you decide to reee anyway, just know it serves the exclusive purpose of making me, the moderator, get some hearty lulz, because that's the only manner in which I have time for the barrels of salt we're being delivered. Otherwise, unless you have something surprisingly constructive to say, I'm likely going to ignore you entirely.
  44. 1 point

    Biku's art

    *cries*
  45. 1 point

    Live TV chat show desperation

    Posted this in the Masti Chat topic, but that one doesn't seem to be getting any traction, and this is the main Live Show topic anyway, so figured I'd post this one here. Love this one for the model in the white dress masti_clip (1).flv
  46. 1 point

    Poop Movie List

    In Dora and the Lost City of Gold, Sammy (Madeleine Madden) needs to poop while walking in the jungle saying she's been holding it for 48 hours and desperately has to go. Dora (Isabel Moner) helps calm her nerves as she sings a song while digging a "Poo Hole" for her to squat in as she is then shown squatting over it sighing in relief but no audio is heard.
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    Donation Day

    Note: This happened in November 2018 and I finally got around to finishing typing it up. Today I got the most desperate I’ve ever been without planning it. I’m not the best at using my vacation days and they don’t roll over to the next calendar year. So towards the end of the year I end up taking a few long weekends if I can, but if doing so would create short staffing I’ll take a random Tuesday or Thursday off as a personal day. Today was one of those days. So, after sleeping in and doing some chores, I decided to have lunch at my favorite sushi restaurant for the weekday lunch special and then donate blood at my local blood center. I like to be hydrated when I donate blood, and the soy sauce was of course salty, so I had a tall glass of ice water with my lunch which the server kept topping up. As I ate, I decided to check the blood center’s online schedule on my phone. For some reason, the location closest to me was closed. However, the website helpfully notified me there was a blood drive at a high school about a 40 minute drive away. Normally I wouldn’t have done it, but I hadn’t donated in a while and the drive was a picturesque route through a state park, with beautiful mountain and river views. So I figured what the hell – I’ll make the trip. I visited the restaurant’s bathroom. I ended up finishing my glass of water while I waited for the server to come back with my check and then headed off. During the car ride, I sipped a leftover pint bottle of flavored seltzer (carbonated water) from the day before while marveling at nature’s splendor. This route is relatively close to home, but I don’t travel it nearly as much as I should. I arrived at the high school and parked in the visitor’s lot. It was cold outside, and as I approached the door I could feel my bladder sending me signals that I should probably find a bathroom soon. I entered and signed in with the security guard who checked my ID and took my photo for a temporary badge. He pointed me to the school library which had been converted into a temporary blood donation center. I looked for a bathroom out of the corner of my eye as I walked but didn’t see any. I walked into the library and saw a table full of tablets to complete the standard blood donor intake questionnaire. The library front desk was mobbed with students, so I figured I’d ask about bathroom directions after I finished getting cleared to donate. As I answered the various questions, I noticed the pressure between my legs increasing. But the drive was busy and I didn’t want to lose my place in line. I finished the questionnaire and then waited to have my temperature, blood pressure and a drop of blood from my finger checked, which took longer than I was used to. By the time I was cleared to donate, I was squeezing my legs together rhythmically from time to time to help quiet my rapidly growing urge to pee. I walked up to the library desk and asked one of the librarians where I could find a bathroom. She handed me a bathroom key and rattled off directions, but between the speed of her speech and the cacophony of teenage voices in the background – it was a high school after all – I didn’t catch what she said. So I headed out of the library figuring I’d find it. I walked down the hallway past a few classrooms and saw the Men’s Room, but no Ladies Room. I could feel the bulging fullness of my bladder with every step I took, pressing against my jeans. I was surprised I needed to pee so badly. I tried to recount how many times the server had topped up my water at lunch and wondered if I had missed some while looking at my phone. I stopped one of the students and asked him where the Ladies Room was. He pointed, told me make a left and a Ladies Room would be right along that corridor. I followed his directions and sure enough, there was the sign I was looking for. My bladder twinged in anticipation of the relief to come. But just as I was about to walk in, a female student exited. She looked at my visitor’s pass and the bathroom key in my hand and said “You’re a visitor – you’re supposed to use the Staff Ladies restroom.” And she proceeded to give me directions. My heart sank and somehow I needed to pee even worse just by hearing that. It made sense, of course to have adult visitors at a school use different restrooms than the kids. But I needed to pee desperately, and it was maddening to know that relief was so close yet so far away. It was all I could do to avoid wiggling and crossing my legs, but I managed to control myself and headed toward the Staff Ladies’ restroom alternatively clenching my fists, thighs and jaw. I was bursting and starting to worry I wouldn’t make it. And I couldn’t very well jam my hand into my crotch in public. But the bathroom was just where the student had said it would be and I gratefully jammed the key into the lock. It wouldn’t turn and for a moment I had this sense of absolute panic. My bladder contracted painfully and a small jet of pee spurted into my panties. Then another. NO. NOT NOW. I was about to piss myself. In public. In a high school of all places. FUCK. I pressed my thighs together for dear life. But turning the key the other way worked and moments later I was in the bathroom. It was single occupancy, so I was really lucky it was available! My hands shook as I undid my jeans and pulled them down along with my panties, concentrating hard on holding it for just a bit longer. I started peeing as soon as my butt hit the toilet seat. I sighed out loud with relief. It felt so amazing to let all that pee out, and for a minute or two I was in bliss. When I finished, I checked my jeans for damage and breathed a sigh of relief. There was nothing visible on the outside of my jeans – just a good sized wet spot on my panties. I had made it. I walked back to the library feeling light as a bird. I handed the key back to the librarian and took a seat to wait for the actual blood donation process. Remembering I wanted to stay hydrated, I drank some water from the water cooler as I waited – roughly 5 – 7 oz (150 – 200ml). Soon enough they had me hooked up and I donated my pint of blood. When I finished, I was asked to sit for a few minutes and have a snack and drink. It was protocol to ensure no one passed out. And I wanted to set a good example for the high school students next to me. So I had some salty crackers and a pint bottle of water before heading back out to my car to drive home. As I reached my car I considered going back to pee again just in case, even though I didn’t feel the need at all. But I decided against it as I’d have to sign in with security again and go back to the library for a key, and the school day was just ending so the hallways would be crowded with kids. I figured I’d be fine for the forty minute drive. I tuned into my favorite music radio station, set my cruise control and focused on the highway with its beautiful surrounding scenery. But about twenty five minutes into the drive, I hit traffic. It wasn’t quite rush hour yet, but there was a massive collision ahead that bottlenecked the four lane highway down to two lanes. Traffic slowed to a crawl, and I had to keep alternating between the gas and brake pedals to start and stop – no more cruise control. And as my right leg moved from the gas pedal to the brakes I noticed I realized I was squirming in my seat just the slightest bit, without having even realized it at first. That all too familiar feeling was coming back. But I was okay. I felt the need to pee but my bladder wasn’t completely full yet. I was even a little turned on. I was in my car alone, no one to try and hide it from. I unbuttoned my jeans to allow some more space. I was fairly close to home and was confident I’d be able to hold it long enough to make it. But twenty minutes of inching my car forward bit by bit hardly brought me any closer to my destination. The urges to pee were ramping up and my system had already gone through an ordeal such a short time earlier. I started to really regret having finishing that that bottle of water at the blood drive. I was squirming almost constantly now and scissoring my thighs back and forth. For the sake of my cloth car seats I needed to hold on but I hoped I didn’t have to for much longer. The minutes ticked by slowly. Every time I needed to accelerate I pressed my hand into my crotch since I needed to spread my legs a little to reach the gas pedal. But then traffic reached an absolute standstill. I shifted into park and jammed both hands into my crotch, squirming and clenching my muscles desperately. I couldn’t get out and pull down my jeans on the side of a packed highway. And I didn’t want to ruin my fabric seat. But I was bursting and only preventing myself from peeing by sheer force of will. Suddenly I had an idea. One hand still embedded in my crotch, I reached over and grabbed the towel out of my yoga bag from the back seat. I’d pull my jeans down and pee on the towel. It was far from ideal, but this was a very desperate time calling for equally desperate measures. I raised myself slightly and clenched my muscles. I needed to move my hands for a few moments to pull my jeans down. I told myself it was just a little longer. I removed hands from my crotch, and just as I was about to pull my jeans and panties down when traffic started moving again and the car behind mine honked, startling me. My concentration broken, piss burst out of me like a dam giving way. I jammed the towel into my crotch over my jeans, in an attempt to at least protect my seat. I looked down in disbelief as the stream darkened my jeans and turned my previously white towel yellow. Here I was, an adult, completely pissing my jeans with nothing I could do to stop it. That had happened before, but never outside my home and never unplanned. But that feeling of shame – and perhaps a little wonderment - gave way to intense relief coupled with the pleasurable feeling of heat and pressure against my labia and clitoris. I was peeing so forcefully that some of the pee was bouncing back from my jeans. Once my bladder was empty, I put the towel on the floor of the passenger seat and sighed back in the driver’s seat. Wow, that felt a whole lot better. I felt very aroused and wished I could do something about it. But the cars behind me were honking, and I needed to get moving. This, at least, could wait until I got home.
  48. 1 point
    Looks like Wonder Woman should’ve gone before fighting Cheetah.
  49. 1 point

    Night out with a friend

    So last night I was out drinking with a friend who knows about my fetish. She's not into it but since she spends most of her life with punks - in her own words - she's seen worse. She's staying over the weekend and we had planned on going out drinking, so initially I remarked as a joke she might see me end up losing control... her answer was to just go if I want to. So then I actually started to plan this, she agreed on walking home instead of taking the last night bus and just when we left the inner city where a small patch of forest in the middle of the city has been untouched by city architecture for historical reasons I gave in to my already aching bladder. Didn't fully release everything so I just spurted out every now and then on our way, occasionally stopping our walk so I could release... well, this is what came out in the end...
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    Sestina

    A sestina is a specific type of fixed verse poem that doesn't rhyme but uses a particular form of "lexical repetition". Anyway I've written you all one about wetting. Each stanza tells it's own story about a different type of wetting but are knitted together by the repetition of the final word in each line and the envoi at the end. She looks in grim dismay down at her legs The spreading stain runs, soaking wet and dark Her latest accident, too vast to hide from judging eyes, all ready to laugh As she did, leading to misfortune wet and leaving pride, once vaunted, drenched with pee She holds her breath and then she begins to pee It’s running through the hand between her legs and scalding, soaking knickers ‘neath those wet and groping fingertips that press the dark and clinging fabric against her folds. A laugh of glee peals, of passion she will not hide Her desperation peaks. No way to hide how frantic her movements. Find a place to pee is all her thoughts can think. She can’t but laugh at her foolish predicament. Her legs are shaking. She can not help them. Her dark dress grows darker. She can not help but wet. She shakes a bit, her brow with sweat is wet More than all else she wants to run and hide She fears public speaking more than the dark Her stomach butterflies, she needs to pee “Am I already peeing? Gasps. Her legs are wet. And then the crowd begins to laugh The heavy steps echo a heavy laugh Just underneath a rocky shelter wet with rain she looks at bent misshapen legs and shuffles mindlessly into her hide With terror wild her bladder gushes pee she stares quietly frozen, still as the dark She bounces higher. The evening’s dark is cool against her skin. She start to laugh for joy of timelessness. She starts to pee for stress of trampoline. In moments wet her jeans, to ankles drenched. No way to hide a gift the baby has wrought down her legs In moments dark or joyous, though all wet, we should laugh, or cry, but never once hide the emotion that pee brings lives, and legs
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