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  1. incredible wetting with hissing sound peeing/wetting starts at 04:10 NUDITY WARNING! https://de.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d26788f0add6
    5 points
  2. This true story is about the time I actually helped a girl avoid what would have otherwise been a definite wetting accident. When we were at university a bunch of us from the same rural area used to meet up on Friday and Saturday evenings. There was a mixed group of males and females, but despite this there was very little in the way of romance within the group. The males tended to stay together and the girls kept together too, but the whole group tended to move as one from place to place. We had our favourite pub where we all met and spent some time, before either heading to the university union or perhaps to a party somewhere. We seemed to be quite partial to going to parties, as back then the pubs closed relatively early and a party gave us somewhere to go and spend more time having a good time in general. On the evening in question we were in the pub as usual, when one of the lads in the group announced that he had overheard mention of a party later. He seemed quite pleased with himself as he had managed to overhear the address as well as the fact a party was to take place. So, after closing time, most of us set off to head to the address he had noted. We took a bus, although the street wasn’t particularly far away, and were there within fifteen minutes. We headed off down the street to the flat number that had been mention, only to find no evidence of a party at all. The whole house was in darkness and there was no sign of the usual coming and going normally associated with a student party. We got hold of the guy who had picked up the information and quizzed him as to whether he was sure he had the right address. He was adamant about the street name, but admitted he could be wrong about the actual house number, so we spread out and checked along the street in both directions for any more hopeful signs of some activity. After a thorough check we regrouped and started debating what to do. The street was deserted apart form our group and there had been no sign of a party anywhere at all. I wasn’t particularly bothered either way by this time and if there was no party to be found I would quite happily have headed home. I therefore stood a bit apart from the others whilst they were deliberating what to do. It was at this point that I noticed one of the girls standing well away from the others. The street had houses along one side and a high wall along the other, separating it from a railway line. She was standing at the wall and seemed to be looking around her as if she was wanting to go somewhere. I watched for a bit and then it dawned on me that she might actually be needing a toilet, and that I really needed to watch her more closely. Her name was Ann and I knew her vaguely through a mutual friend back home. I knew she was from a farm and was quite a reserved and relatively shy person. She was reasonably tall and had a good firm figure and although she was quite plain looking she was pleasant enough. I had hardly ever spoken directly with her, just having communicated with her as part of the group. That evening she was wearing jeans and a tee shirt with a jumper on top, but no jacket. The latter fact made me wonder if she was just feeling cold, but then, as I watched her, she gave a little curtsey and held herself between her legs with one hand. All this was done discreetly, and I am pretty sure I was the only one who saw it, for the rest of the group were still deep in discussion. She was still glancing around and, when she saw me, she quickly let go of herself and turned away. She was having difficulty standing still though, and kept moving from foot to foot and bobbing up and down. I knew she attended a college at the other side of town, so wouldn’t know the area we were in very well, although it was close to where I attended uni. I knew that there were no toilets anywhere close by, so she was definitely out of luck as far as that was concerned. After watching her squirm around fro a few more minutes I decided to go and talk to her. The others didn’t seem to have noticed our absence and were still arguing about what to do next. As I approached her, she was looking away and muttering to herself. As I got a little closer I heard her say “If I don’t find one soon it will be too late! Oh! What can I do? I’m absolutely bursting!” Hearing her say that fully confirmed my suspicions, but I didn’t let her know that I had heard, but instead I asked if she was ok or was she feeling cold. She turned towards me when I spoke and I could see the stress in her face and also hear it in her voice when she spoke. She basically whimpered that she was bursting for a pee and had been needing since shortly after leaving the pub. She then asked if there were any toilets nearby, to which I had to reply that there were none that I knew of. I told her that as far as I knew the nearest was back near the pub, but it would be closed now. Just then a wave of pressure must have hit her, as she bit her lip and crossed her legs tightly. Then she looked at me pleadingly and asked what was she to do, as she was absolutely desperate and didn’t know how much longer she could wait. At this I first thought about going over to get one of the other girls to help her, but then realised that doing that might only add to her predicament. As it was I seemed to be the only person aware of it and even if she did wet herself, then nobody else would find out as we would quietly slip off on our own and get her home. I looked around the street, but there were only houses and the high wall. There were no parked cars that she could squat behind of any other handy places. My thoughts were then interrupted by a gasp from Ann. I looked back at her and she was almost bent double, with both hands jammed hard into her crotch and her legs twisted tightly together. I thought to myself that it was going to be too late for any form of action, and that she was already wetting herself, but the expected flood never came and she eventually stood up again, but still held herself tightly and squirmed harder than ever. Now I was in a real predicament. Much as I love desperation and had always wanted to see a woman accidentally wet herself, there was something about her situation that made me want to help. I certainly didn’t want any of the others to mock her if she had an accident as she was too sweet and innocent for that. I asked her if she was ok, or if she had already done it, to which she shook her head and muttered “No, but I can’t wait any longer! I’m about to wet myself! I’m peeing my knickers!” With that she started to cry. I told her to hold on and grabbed her free hand. I told her that I was needing too and pulled her towards the end of the house we had been standing outside. At the end of the house there was a path and a high boundary wall. Towards the back of the house the path looked quite dark and well hidden from the street. I dragged her along into the gap and pushed her towards the back of the house along the path, whispering to her to go there and promising that I wouldn’t look but would keep watch. She gladly took the hint and had her jeans undone and ready as she hobbled into the relative darkness. She stopped abruptly and whipped her jeans and knickers down in one swift movement, releasing a torrent of pee as she did so. She was going hard before she even got settled into a squat and I wondered if she had made it or had she wet herself a bit. To keep up my pretence I stood facing the wall and went through the motions of having a pee, although to be quite honest, if I had been able to pee it would have gone straight over the wall, I was so aroused by what I had witnessed. When she had eventually finished and was dressed again, she came up to me and took my hand. She then whispered her thanks to me and said let’s go and forget about the others. So we set off together back to her hall of residence. On the way she thanked me again and said if I hadn’t taken her when In did that she would definitely have gone in her knickers. As it was she said she had barely got them down before she started peeing and a delay of seconds would have been disaster. Once we got close to her halls we had a kiss and cuddle in the bushes. I managed to get a hand inside her jeans and could feel her knickers were damp, but of course there could have been a totally different reason for that by then! We went out together fro a few nights but our studies eventually got in the way and we stopped. The event was never mentioned again, but I still have fond memories of it and wonder where she would have gone to wet herself if I hadn’t taken charge.
    5 points
  3. Version 1.0.0

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    Woman waits for the toilet in a desperate state wearing tight pants. MKV Format 11:13 minutes 720p 174MB
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    4 points
  4. The Girls Blayse, 21 brunette, c cups, fully shaved. The crazy chance taker of the group Bri, 21, blonde, c cups, fully shaved. Blayse Twin sister. College cheerleader Lizzie, Brunette, 20, c cups, fully shaved. Arts major and aspiring model Kaya, brunette, 20, b cups, trimmed, the hippie stoner of the group with a tendency to date shady guys Hallie, blonde, 24, Double Ds, shaved, mom of one back at school for management Devin, 21, Brunette, Ds, Shaved, speech major who works at the local college Bar Mary, 22, red head, Ds, shaved, nursing major is the wildest partier of the group with a tendency to have accidents when she drinks too much Gabi, 21, Bs, fully shaved, business major tall for a girl and on college cross country team Laurie, 22, Double Ds, fully shaved, public relations major prone to laugh wetting Trish, 44, Ds, Lansing strip, the “house mom” who owns the property and lives at the house was a successful model in 90s. It’s her idea The girls all piled in to the massive living room of the three story house and took a seat. Beneath them, they noticed a bucket full of 4 beers, 4 waters, and a cup of coffee. “What is this for Trish? And why did you have us get dressed for the day?” Asked Bri. She was wearing a white tee shirt and a pair of grey leggings “Yeah I’m confused” her sister added, wear a black tee shirt and grey leggings. Trish began to explain. “As you know, I have owned this house for close to 10 years. And every year, there is a huge fight over who gets what room. That is not the foot I want us to get off on. So I have came up with a way to decide who gets what room fair and square” “How?” Hallie asked, in her white belly shirt and jeans Trish continues “you’ll notice at your feet a bucket full of liquids and a cup of coffee fresh off the pot. I can see you are all sipping on your coffee already. Next, I will be asking you to chug 2 waters. Drink 2 beers. Then two more waters” “And the other two beers?” Devin asked Trish answered, “those are for at the end. If you make it that far” Lauren looked confused in he white halter top and tan Capri pants “what do you mean if we last” A twisted smile came over Trish’s face “I hope you all had time to use the bathroom this morning. Because we are going to hold it to see who gets which room. The last one standing... wins” Gabi looked disgusted she was wearing jean shorts and a green shirt “I’m not doing that” “Then it looks like you will be sleeping in the room beneath the staircase. A pretty cramped area for a girl like you” “I need a room big enough for my daughters crib for when she visits” Hallie said “Then you’d better hope you can tighten those bladder muscles” Trish answered. She continued “and just to be fair... I will be joining you” Trish said, cracking open a water bottle and guzzling it down. She was in white shorts and a shirt with lots of cleavage to show off her chest. “Let’s begin” 40 minutes in, all the girls were still left, and now down to their 4th! Water bottle. Laurie was in the worst shape, her legs bouncing up and down. “I have an idea of how to pass time” said Blaise with a mischievous grin “let’s tell about the last time we had to pee this bad” “Please can we not?” Gabby asked, as she was likely in the second worst shape behind Laurie “Last weekend!” Said Mary with a laugh. She was wearing a grey pair of sweatpants. Her favorite casual look “I was out with my nursing friends. I didn’t even realize I had to pee until the walk home. Then I was so drunk I was just like fuck it. Pissed ma jeans right on the sidewalk” “Oh my god” Bri said laughing. “Yeah,” Mary said “I woke up and my pants were just in the bathtub and my underwear was still on. I slept in my wet ass thong!” “Mine was last year. During one of the home basketball games” Bri admitted “I had to go so so bad and my friend Karli kept making me laugh. I started leaking real bad from laughing and during a timeout I had to run to the bathroom in the tunnel and didn’t make it” she admitted blushed and smiling. “I got in there, into the stall and by the time I closed the door the gates had opened there was no turning back. I just pissed myself. Blayse has to bring me new spanks and tights” “Because I’m the best big sister” Blayse said. “Mine was on Kayas Birthday. I don’t remember but according to Bri when we got out of the Uber I just stood on the porch and pissed myself” she laughed. Kaya, wearing light colored jeans, chimed in. “That was also mine. I peed my bed that night” she giggled. Lizzie was wearing tan leggings and a tight shirt “a few years ago, I was like 18 I think, I was doing a shoot for my modeling. It was taking forever and I really had to go. The photographer kept wanting different shots and different poses in this light or that light. I asked if I could take a 5 minute break but my manager said we were on a tight schedule and I was almost done. Well at the end I started leaking. I told my manager but she just said we only had 2 more and they’d edit it out if I couldn’t manage to hold it. Well, after the last photo I just froze. And all of a sudden my jeans were soaked and I was standing in a puddle. My boyfriend had to come pick me up I was mortified” “Wait until you have kids” Hallie said “the other day I sneezed and pissed all over myself” “What about you, Laurie?” Trish asked Laurie blushes hard as she stood up “uhhh right now. I can’t do this” she said. Suddenly a dark wet spot slowly but surly appeared on the crotch of her pants. Quickly it spread to the back of her pants, soaking her ass before running down her legs forming a large puddle on the ground. After about a minute plus, she stopped, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked down at the damage “Laurie, you have last pick” Trish said “please step forward and remove your pants and underwear and lay them down. This is how we will keep track” Laurie gingerly waddled over in front of Trish and stripped off her tan Capri pants, revealing her orange booty shorts soaked front to back. She removed those too. Trish watched intently. Focusing on the wet piss still glistening on her pussy and legs. But that was interrupted. “Oh fuck. Uh oh. I can’t hold it” Gabi shouted. She stood up to run to the bathroom, but soon stopped dead in her tracks. Her hands were tucked in her crotch, but she slowly removed them as her tiny jean shorts grew darker and darker. Kaya watched as the piss ran down Gabi’s legs, darkened her cute little butt and changed the color of her pants. “This is not helping” Kaya laughed as she shifted her legs. “Well, you know the rules Gabi. You will pick second to last” Gabi blushed as she removed her pants and light blue panties at the same time. Her bald pussy soaked in her own piss. Urine dripping of her firm tight butt cheeks. She walked over to Trish, laid her shorts and undies next to Laurie’s, and scurried away. “This is kinda fun!!” Said Devin, the dark haired bartender with a lower back tattoo. “We should do this again” Blayse said, shoving her hands into her crotch. “This is fun for you? I’ve never had to piss this bad in my life!” Hallie said Ten minutes passed before attention shifted to Kaya. “Oh fuck. I’m losing it.” Remaining seated, kaya spread her legs and let nature take its course. She released a strong torrent of piss that pooled in her lap, flooded over the side of the chair and ran down to create yet another large puddle on the tarp laid out in the ground. Kaya stood up, exposing the full extent of just how soaked she was “That was gross. But I feel so much better. I should have just gone pee right after Laurie” Kaya peeled off her light colored jeans, she had on white panties and you could see the outline of her neatly trimmed bush. She removed those too and laid them in front of Trish. “Have fun!” She said before scurrying away Trish looked at the girls who were left. Devin, Blaise, Lizz, Bri and Hallie. “Come closer. Move your chairs closer to me” the house mom ordered. The girls obeyed. Except for Devin, the bartender and sexy Asian. She began, but quickly sat back down. “Devin” Trish said with a smirk “whats the matter?” “I literally can’t stand up” Devin giggled. “I have to pee so bad if I stand up I’m gonna pee my pants” “Sounds like you are out of options, dear” “Shit you’re right” she said “well, I might as well enjoy the relief!” Dressed in a black crop top and grey leggings, Devin spread her legs, and released. She breathed a sigh of relief as the warm piss pooled in her lap and in the chair as it ran to her thighs, down her legs and onto the floor. Before finishing she stood up and turned around, her ass thoroughly soaked. “Wow. That felt amazing” Devin announced with a smile. Standing in a puddle and soaked in her own piss, she began to recount a story. “I did piss myself on accident like a few weeks ago” Devin confessed. He D cup breasts begging to escape her tight top. “I was at work and it was just me and Anthony. We were slammed! Literally the most crowded I’d seen it. I had to pee so bad but then we got so busy that I forgot! I was like doin the pee dance behind the bar. Then as I was taking an order... I just couldn’t wait” she giggled “all of a sudden the dam had broken and it just came gushing out of me. Like underwear, pants, socks, everything. I tried to put a towel in my crotch to act as a diaper but it didn’t do shit! But I was wearing black leggings so no one could even tell” Devin stripped off her tight grey leggings and he little black G string. She ran her hand across he smooth, bald pussy, both it and her legs still glistening from the wetness of her own pee. She laid her pants down next to the other pairs of pee filled pants. “That was exciting. I’m going to go play with Frenchie!” She told them other girls. Frenchie was her dildo That left Blaise, Bri, Lizzie, Hallie, and Trish. “Ok girls. You’ve made it this far. Time to turn things up a bit. I’m front of you is two beers. Please grab one, open it, and begin drinking it” “I don’t think I have anywhere to put it!” Lizzie exclaimed. “Yeah this is gonna be painful” Bri echoes As the girls began to drink. Soon, they were close to finishing their first. “So when was the last time you wet yourself, Trish?” Trish smiled and crossed her legs as she took a sip of her beer. “Well, last year, my boyfriend thought it would be hilarious to lock me out of the house when I really REALLY had to pee. He didn’t think I was serious. Thought I was exaggerating... until I wet my pants. Then he finally let me in” Bri tapped her foot and gathered focus on something other than her bladder long enough to chime in “my boyfriend tickled me once until I peed my pants” “Actually” Trish began as she finished her beer “that was the second to last time I wet my pants” She uncrossed her legs and smiled in relief. “Trish you are out!” Lizz spoke up. “Yep” she acknowledged “I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed the relief. Continue with the game girls. I will still be the judge” Trish remained in her wet white shorts as the 4 remaining contestants, Bri, Blaise, Hallie and Lizz, all struggled desperately not to join her. “Uh oh!” Lizzie suddenly whispered. “Yep” she said, confirm with herself she could hold it no longer. She stood up as he pee drenched her tan leggings and socks. Forming a massive puddle on the ground. However, soon distraction was diverted. “Shit” Blaise said as she stood up and turned facing away “Wow that feels hot” she said as she stood with her legs apart as her warm piss soaked her tight little ass and ran down her legs forming a puddle at her feet. “I’m still going” Blaise informed as her stream slowed to a trickle. Both Lizzie and Blaise took off their soaking wet pants and panties and walked to lay theirs in line next to Trish, their hairless pussies glistening from the wetness of their own piss. They stripped naked, exposing their breast along with their butts and pussies and walked off to take a shower. So there they were, the last two, Bri the cheerleader, and Hallie, the young MILF. Trish could tell this contest wouldn’t last much longer. “How are we feeling?” Trish asked. “Full to the BRIM!” Bri responded “Like I have a 10 pound rock sitting on my bladder” Hallie informed. Both girls sat, more squirmed, as they struggled to finish their last beer. Bri stood up and was pacing around. Hallie remained seated. Biting her lip, jamming her hands into her crotch and crossing her legs as tightly as she could. “This is bad.” Bri said “I’m not going to be able to hang on much longer!” “I literally feel like my eyes are floating” Hallie said, struggling to get the words out. Then, Trish got an idea “You girls would probably hate it if I made you watch me” she said standing up “Watch what?” Bri asked, hands jammed into her crotch as she shifted foot to foot “Re-wet my little shorts!” Trish said, as another solid stream shot out of her already white shorts, making them transparent enough for the girls to see her little landing strip “it feels so good” she teased “Uh oh. Oh no. Fuck. Shit” Bri said as she began to lose control into her little grey thong and leggings “Hallie, looks like you win” she informed as the floodgates opened up. In a matter of minutes. Her tights were thoroughly soaked! Running up her ass and down her legs, eventually soaking all the way around her left pants leg. “I can’t lie. This feels amazing” As Bri finished wetting her leggings, Hallie shot up and made a mad dash to the bathroom. Though when she arrived, to her horror, she found it was locked. “What the fuck open up!” She shouted “We are in here!” Blaise responded “Yeah go away we are in the shower” Lizzie barked. Hallie could feel herself starting to leak. She didn’t have time to wait around. With a hand jammed into her pussy she ran for the upstairs bathroom, hoping to get there in time. But as she reached the first step, she froze, knowing she had lost the battle “Oh no!” She shouted. “Fuck I couldn’t hold it” she stood there as if unable to move for a good 90 seconds as her bladder emptied into her underwear and down her pants. Hallie stripped off her white Capri pants and red underwear and through them immediately into the dryer. “Fuck” she murmured as she ran her hand across her smooth pussy. “Can someone bring me the mop?” “That was actually really fun” a now fully naked Bri stated. “We should do it again some time”
    4 points
  5. I forced a bot to read over 1,000 Omorashi Stories and then asked it to write a story of its own. Here is the first page. Lara crossed her legs like pretzels made of that stretchy stuff that Stretch Armstrongs were made of. They were very stretchy. From all the yoga, maybe. She taught yoga sometimes, maybe. “I need to relieve my pee Sonja!” She demanded at her friend Sonja. Sonja didn’t teach yoga and was jealous on secret. “Just cross your legs like pretzels!” Sonja exclaimed back. She thought this was very funny because Lara did not eat pretzels. Because of all the yoga pants. “Now is the time I need to go!” She whined like a mosquito. An annoying mosquito. So like a mosquito. ”You should drink less wine, maybe?” Sonia susplained. She liked puns more than yoga. Also more than Lara. ”Ha Ha Ha!” Lara laughed like an unhuman, “If you make me laugh I’ll pee in your car!” She did not like puns as much as yoga. Or pretzels. Sonja was vexed. She quizicallied, “why would you go pee in my car?” ”Because you deserve it!” She retorted impulsively. Then Lara gasped gaspingly, “Oh no!” ”Are you peeing?” Sonja was curious and glad that Lara didn’t pee in her car. She liked her car more than yoga. And Lara. Not more than puns though. ”I am peeing!” Lara exclaimed as always. A wet wetness was spreading down her yoga pants and making a waterfall on the ground. Her pants were a puddle. Her dignity was also a puddle. She made her stretchy legs go straight again. “I am a puddle!” Lara exemplified. She liked metaphors more than wetting her pants. Also she liked everything more than wetting her pants. Except for puka shells and Nickelback and cholera. ”You are a puddle.” Sonja was gleeful because her car was not a puddle. And because she liked metaphors. “But now I need to pee also.” ”Do not pee in your car!” Lara backchatted and didn’t eat a pretzel. ———— Hey people 🙂 Sorry to pitch a non-sexy story after a year or so away. Hopefully you still found it interesting. I do have a few other ideas I want to try to write, so fingers crossed!
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  6. I found something cool on Reddit. This is what pee looks like on a microscopic level: Those are uric acid crystals. Really interesting.
    3 points
  7. Scarlett in the morning

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    "Well I woke up and I could feel something warm starting to run down my leg...So I figured what the hell and just let the rest out too."
    3 points
  8. Wetting JOI

    You don't find a lot of JOI that involve wetting, especially with this quality https://thisvid.com/videos/asmr-wetting-overals/
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  9. Great question. May I answer as a female primarily attracted to males? I prefer the average man, the everyday type, not too overweight that it can be difficult to see the parts I like most but not too skinny that I wouldn’t enjoy hugging him and feeling his warmth and comfort. who would I like to see desperate? Well interestingly my fetish fir desperation is so strong it sort of supersedes my usual preferences and I can find myself very turned on by all sorts of men desperate especially if they moan, squirm, are vocal and basically share their need via their actions or words. Even more interesting I think is the fact I am heterosexual yet I can start to get wet and excited sometimes over a female desperate too though not quite anywhere near the same level as I do for a man. it might sound boring and over used but a voice, a personality and a genuine need to pee badly but unable to go does much more for me than body type.
    3 points
  10. Scarlett Jammies

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Scarlett couldn't quite make it to the bathroom. Now she has to go to the laundry room instead.
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  11. Another sexy wetting picture for today-
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  12. "Come on Claire, what's the plan?" "It would be useful to have a gun..." "Right." "And I've already got the bullets for it." "How many?" "Twenty four." "That should be plenty." "But he looks pretty tough..." "Yeah but so do the others." "What if he hurts us?" "What if one of the others hurts us?" "They might not..." "They might be even bigger?" "I don't know..." "Too long, I'm deciding." "What?" Frankie slaps the lock to the door open and kicks it in. The Police captain rises to his feet, ready to attack. Frankie stands back and readies her wrench for her first swing - Claire hangs back a little, clutching her portafilter. The undead captain is the first to attack, lunging towards Frankie with all his weight. He lands head first in her chest, lifting her off the ground and throwing her back into the wall - Frankie takes a moment to steady herself before swinging back at the captain, hitting him squarely in the arm. He recoils to the side, giving Claire a chance to attack - she swings her portafilter at the captain's head, knocking him in the chin. The captain staggers with a growl, before swinging back at Claire - missing her face by mere inches. Frankie steps forward, bringing the wrench down onto his head with a crunch. The captain staggers back again and roars in pain, clutching his now bleeding head. "That hurt him!" Frankie shouts, readying her wrench for another swing. She swings but the captain catches her arm in his hand and follows up by punching Frankie in the chest, knocking her into the bars of cell. Claire swings at the policeman again, bouncing the portafilter off his arm seemingly harmlessly. The policeman doesn't even flinch before taking another swing at Frankie and slamming her back into the cell wall with a snarl. Frankie drops her wrench from the impact of the hit, leaving her defenceless. She flails her arm at the policeman, slapping him in the face - just enough to knock him back, giving her space to move. Claire kicks at the back of the policeman's knee, causing him to buckle over backwards. Frankie kicks him in the chest, knocking him entirely to the floor. She pants and wipes her face, bending down to pick up the wrench. The Policeman kicks wildly at her, hitting her shoulder and knocking her down. "Pin him!" Frankie shouts, clasping at her shoulder. Claire nods and steps on the Policeman's neck - he snarls back at her with venom in his dull grey eyes. He swipes at Claire's legs, but she manages to keep her balance. Frankie grabs her wrench, and stands back up. "Step back!" She shouts to Claire, lifting up her wrench. Claire leaps off the policeman, crushing his neck as she does. He gurgles at them, trying to pick himself off the ground. Before he has the chance though, Frankie brings down her wrench, landing a hit directly on the top of his head. The policeman gurgles again before going quiet. Frankie lifts her wrench and slams it down again into his head with a wet crunch. The policeman stops moving. "I think...I think he's dead." Claire pants, stepping back and leaning on the wall with one arm. "Better be sure!" Frankie shouts, slamming the wrench back onto his head. Gore splatters about the room as it hits. Claire covers her eyes as Frankie hits him again and then again with her wrench. When she moves her hand away she sees a bloodied Frankie, breathing heavily and standing over the body of the policeman. Where his head once was is now a grisly mess of skin and bone. "Jesus..." Claire groans, looking down at the mess before her, "Well..." Frankie says, wiping her forehead. "He hit me." "D'you think he's dead?" "Want me to hit him again?" "N-no! I think he's gone!" "Good...haah!" Frankie pants. "Damn, he hurt me bad...Wanna get his gun?" "I don't want to touch him." "Fine." Frankie groans, kneeling down over the body and patting down his waist. Claire looks away, trying not to gag. "I'll wait outside," she says. "You do you." Frankie flicks open the policeman's holster, takes out his revolver, and stands once more. The cell is gore-splattered, and the toilet is no exception. To think it was bad before there were zombie brains splattering it. "I'm not even gonna think about using that." Frankie sighs, holding the revolver by the barrel. "Jesus..." She grumbles, walking outside. "Here," Frankie says, tossing the gun to Claire. She catches it clumsily. "That was quick," Claire says, looking at the gun. "Didn't you have to pee?" "Did you see the state of that toilet when we left? I wouldn't even touch that, let alone sit on it." "You could stand up?" "Dude, it is hard enough to pee in overalls as it is." "You look like you're about to pee in them anyway." "...Shut up." "Come on, let's get a move on," Frankie says as the two make their way back to the newsagent. She's trying to walk faster but she's clearly bothered by something. "What's up with you?" "I have to pee," Frankie says. "How bad?" "Like I'm about to piss myself." "That bad?" "Yes it's that bad!" Frankie shouts. "Come on, let's go," she adds, hobbling forward. "Think you can make it to the newsagent?" "No," Frankie sighs. "Want to go on the side of the road." "And squat down bare naked when there's zombies around?" Frankie's hobbling begins to slow as they reach the halfway point of the road. She's clutching herself with one hand as she steps forward, practically limping. "Claire," Frankie says. "What's up?" "I can't hold it - We're stopping here." "What?" "I can't....Fuuuuck!" "What's wrong?" "I think I'm wetting myself." "What?" "Fuck- Yeah, I'm wetting myself!" "What do you mean?" "WHAT DO YOU THINK I MEAN!?" She shouts, bending over double and groaning loudly as a dark streak begins to blossom from underneath her backside. "Why didn't you say something earlier?" "I DID!" "I didn't think it was this bad!" "Well it is! Fuuuuck!" Frankie yelps, staggering on the spot. A few drips fall from between her legs and hit the floor beneath her. Frankie goes to take another step forward but buckles and lands on one leg. "Frankie?" "Fuck fuck fuck fuck...help me get these ooooooof!" "I-" "Just! Fuck!" Frankie shouts. She's now leaning on one knee, grunting as she tries to move. Her body doesn't want to cooperate though, and she barely manages to lift herself to one foot before falling back on one leg. "I can't hold it!" "Try to hold it!" "Claire I swear to Chriiiii-! Oh god, it's coming out!" She moans again, bending over further. "I can't stop it!" "Frankie?" "F....Fuck!" Frankie yelps, falling to both knees. She struggles and groans for a moment before going still. Before Claire can ask what's happening, she notices a puddle beginning to emerge from underneath her backside. "Fuuuuuuuuck...." Frankie sighs, leaning forward further, giving Claire a complete view of her backside as a dark patch begins to swell over it. Streams of pee begin to fall from off the denim as Frankie loses the battle to stay dry, splattering to the ground between her legs. Her hand clutches hopelessly to her groin as pee begins to flood over it, spilling out from between her fingers. The back of her pants grows darker still as more and more pours out of Frankie's bladder and down her legs, pooling at her knees. "Gooood...." Frankie moans. "Oh god that's better..." "Are you gonna be okay?" "Jesus Claire," Frankie sighs, more relaxed this time. "I'm just wetting myself." "Think you can stop?" "No point..." She sighs, dropping her soaked hand to one side, flicking it dry. "I'm already soaked...might as well finish." "I guess..." "Shut up." Claire watches Frankie as she sits on the floor, with a puddle spreading beneath her. The only sounds in the street are the splashes of pee hitting the pavement, and Frankie's laboured but relieved breathing. After what seems like a minute and a half, the splashing stops. Claire thinks for a moment as Frankie sits in silence. "Feeling better?" "Warmer, for sure." Frankie sighs. "God I needed that..." "Shall we start moving?" "I...yeah...let's go." Frankie sighs, lifting herself off the ground. More drops fall from her overalls as she stands. She flicks her legs off until they stop dripping, and then turns to face Claire. "Shall we?" "Err....yeah?" "Good." "Err, if you're done, I kinda have to pee too." "How badly?" "N-not that badly. I'm not about to have an accident," Claire says, shifting from foot to foot. After watching Frankie's accident however, she's not so sure any more. She'd been neglecting her own bladder until now, and now she realised quite how full it had gotten. "Could be worse, right?" Claire says, trying to cheer Frankie up. Frankie squishes slightly with each step as her sodden boots hit the ground. "Yeah I suppose." Frankie giggles. "There could be zombies here, or I could have needed to-" "Frankie!" Claire shouts, stopping her. "What?" "Zombies." "Where?" "Newsagent." "Looks like it's worse." Frankie scowls. She looks to the Newsagents, barely a few yards from them both. One of the zombies from inside has taken an interest in the two and is beginning to saunter outside. Claire readies her pistol. Frankie puts her wet hand in front of Claire, stopping her. "There's not many, save your bullets for later." "R-right." The two stand still and stare as the zombie begins to meander toward them purposefully. Another one comes out from within the Newsagent, staring at the two. "There's more of them, Frankie." "So there is... Maybe they can smell the pee?" "What?" "Well...they've all been hanging around toilets, right?" Frankie says. Claire thinks for a moment before nodding. "I guess they're attracted to the smell?" "Why do you think that is?" "It comes from living things maybe?" "I guess - why didn't you use the toilet before?" "Dude, did you see it?" Frankie asks. She slaps her wet thigh and smirks at Claire. "I think I made the right choice here." "I think there's a third zombie coming out the building." "What should we do? Think we need the gun?" 1) - "We need the gun." Claire will fire at the zombies as they come out. Low risk, but will use up bullets. 2) - "We could shoot one or two of the zombies." Claire will fire at some of the zombies, but Frankie will try to bludgeon the others. Middling risk, but uses fewer bullets. 3) - "We won't need the gun." Frankie and Claire will try to fight the zombies in melee. Higher risk, but it won't use up any bullets.
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  13. Version 1.0.0

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    2 playful schoolgirls need to pee in the park and try to do it without wetting panties with varying degrees of success
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  14. Is it okay to plug my vids? You might like these. 👀 https://www.pornhub.com/users/transandsnuggly
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  15. Version 1.0.0

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    I hope I didn't download this video from this site, but I apologise if so as I simply can't remember. Anyhow, its a highly amusing video and has what all Japanese should have-ENGLISH SUBTITLES. A good video from a fit and bubbly girl
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  16. No matter how many times I read this story it never gets any less hot. Glad to see it back near the front for more people to enjoy.
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  17. Version 1.0.0

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    This is a video made by Ami Mercury. Here's what happens: A woman explains how she had been feeling very stressed out lately, so she ordered this pill online which she heard would help people calm down and release anxiety, But when she takes it, strange things start to happen. A diaper magically appears on her, Then a bottle appears In her mouth, she starts to freak out but she starts to drink the bottle and starts to calm down. After she finishes drinking it, she wets her diaper and starts to cry because of it. A pacifier then appears in her mouth and she starts sucking on it because it makes her not mind her wet diaper. At this point, she starts to accept the fact that she is becoming a baby as an onsie appears on her and All of the sudden, she finds herself laying in a crib. She slowly starts to fall asleep hoping that someone will soon come and change her.
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  18. Hi! Doing holds & intentional wetting is actually very hard, thanks to big family of mine (me + 7 people). We are currently enjoying vacation on our summer cottage, which makes things even more complicated. There is ABSOLUTELY no possibilities for this kind of stuff. BUT. Today I was lucky. Everybody except me went to see our aunt (50+ kilometres) & shopping. I stayed at our cottage because I had "stomach ache". My stomach was really hurting a bit at that point, but only for natural reasons (you might guess...). So here are videos of the result. Wetting: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1BvPFRmDwDcA95QBi4a1dJEenmALNWl3B/view Rewettings: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1aNHOjDP3qVCm8gpT2Vsch_odhtz91YV3/view?usp=drivesdk https://drive.google.com/file/d/125yCNuLxEZ0YJTbeGSUvGyYTYk7BaWjV/view?usp=drivesdk https://drive.google.com/file/d/1_7BFksva1eUFkhaf8OWd6r0THsYDHvoe/view?usp=drivesdk (sorry for my poor English, I'm Finnish)
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  19. Commissioned and story by me, drawn by Nell-Chrome. The story of an elder sister bullying her little sister because she started wetting her bed again after losing her mother. Her brother wants to make her understand that is not her fault and makes the older sister relive equal harsh bullying by planting a memory with a hypnotic drug when she was in kindergarten - with unforseen consequences ...
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  20. Some time ago I had a job interview for the accounts department of a local company. I dressed in my business suit of jacket and pencil line skirt with a cream blouse. The skirt was about 4 inches above the knee. Black heels, about 2 inches, and natural coloured tights (panty hose) and black panties. Over the panties but under the tights I wore Always Discreet pull ups. There was another girl and a guy up for the job. When I went in I wanted a pee but not desperate. The interview board was made up of two guys and one women. Whilst I was standing waiting to be told to sit I had a couple of little spurts into my panties. During the interview I flashed my legs, crossing and uncrossing them and sat with my knees just slightly apart. I noticed that one of the guys was very interested! I slowly filled the pull ups starting with little spurts and then letting it flow. Sitting there peeing and thinking "If you only knew what I'm doing" filled me with confidence and gave me a feeling of superiority over the three interviewers. It was amazing! When I got up at the end of the interview I could feel the pad bulging full of pee between my legs. I went to the ladies and disposed of the soaking pull ups in the bin. My panties were wet and I had to smell them (I've mentioned elsewhere my fondness for the smell of pee) before putting them in my bag and putting on a clean pair I had with me. The tights and my skirt were completely dry of course. The guy got the job, but I really enjoyed the experience. I often have a pee in public whilst wearing a pad. One day I hope to have the guts to do it without protection!
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  21. Version 1.0.0

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    Japanese girl pisses her black onepiece swimsuit while doing her stretches. I spent years looking for this video and I finally found it. I decided to post it here.
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  22. I rarely go pee when I first feel the need. Mostly because life is busy and I enjoy the feeling of a full bladder and the effect that has on my whole body (and mind). When you’ve been bursting for ages, squirming, holding yourself, drinking plenty and so close to setting there is nothing beats that euphoria when you finally get to release. i don’t take drugs or smoke and I don’t crave Adrenaline seeking things like jumping off high building etc but I frequently hold off peeing for as long as possible just to experience that high you get from finally release. Anyone else?
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  23. Long time lurker, first time poster! Please let me know what you think! - Elsie chewed her lower lip as she stared out of the window at the passing countryside. No matter how much she squirmed in her seat, no matter how much she pressed her hands against her skirt, there was no way to escape the fact she was on the verge of an accident. It had all started that morning when she’d rolled out of bed and immediately regretted it. Last night, she’d enjoyed a couple of beers with her friends at a concert and as a result, Elsie woke up with a pounding headache. Pausing, she sunk onto the edge of her bed to nurse her aching head; she wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed. However, she couldn’t afford to miss the trip her class was taking to visit an out-of-town university- it was veering dangerously close towards the end of high school and she still had no idea where to apply. Rising, Elsie peeled off her sticky clothes from the night before and picked out a new outfit. It was only as she buttoned her skirt that she felt a sudden pang from her bladder that made her squirm where she stood. She stared longingly across the hallway at the glistening white toilet but thinking back to the gusher she’d released last night, knew she didn’t have time to take a good morning pee. The last wee she’d taken had been before leaving the concert and only because it was a long journey home. She’d hopped and danced in the long queue for the ladies toilets, pressing her thighs together in order to keep it in. When a stall opened up, she’d torn inside and slammed the door behind, hoisting her skirt up without a second to lose. Her stream had poured out of her, splattering against the inside of the toilet bowl, and she had moaned in relief. Elsie had tipped her head back, seeing stars in her vision, as she let out a long held wee into the toilet. She hadn’t even realised how badly she needed to go until she let it out; Elsie knew then that she had made the right decision, there was no way she could’ve made it home. It took her so long to finish that her friend started knocking on the door to ask if she was alright. They hadn’t stopped on the way home, Elsie insisting that she needed to get up in the morning, and she’d ignored the slight urge of the remaining beers settling in her bladder. She’d gotten off easy; her friend, who admitted that she’d hadn’t used the toilets at the venues because they were dirty, had needed to scoot to the edge of her seat and hover over a cup. When Elsie got home, she had collapsed into bed without so much as getting undressed. Now, she neglected to wee before leaving the house, knowing she was at risk of missing the coach if she did. Instead, she slipped out the door and walked the short distance to her school, feeling the odd feeling of a full but not desperate bladder. The coach made no rest stops on the way to the university and once they got there, Elsie was reluctant to ask anybody where the toilets were. In her wee-addled brain, she worried that they might not even let her use them, (in hindsight, she knew this was crazy). Additionally, she was thirsty from her night of drinking and kept sipping from her water bottle, filling up her bladder even more. By the end of the first talk, Elsie had no choice but to keep her legs crossed at all times in order to hold it in. By the end of the morning, she was regularly bobbing up and down, squirming when she thought nobody was looking at her. By the time they’d finished lunch and were filing back into the lecture room for another talk, Elsie would reach down and grip her crotch when she thought nobody was looking. And the weird thing was, the more desperate she got, the more determined she was to just hold onto it until she got home and wee in her own toilet. Pure stubbornness was the only thing that kept her from following her classmates into the bathrooms before they got back on the coach; instead, Elsie made an effort to stand as naturally as she could and pretend she didn’t need to go. Sitting on the coach now, Elsie was regretting her decision. She’d never been so bursting for a wee in her entire life and now, there were no opportunities for relief between now and home. It had been made clear before they left that there would be absolutely no stops on the way back; they were grown-ups now and should know to use the bathroom before they left. Elsie bounced urgently in her seat, gripping herself for dear life, and tried to thinking of anything other than the wee that was threatening to push its way out of her. She had already leaked twice onto her coach seat, leaving her knickers feeling warm and wet against her crotch. It was all she could do to keep it in until they got back to school and pray that the toilets wouldn’t be locked up for the day. “I’m bursting for a whiz,” announced the girl sitting in front of her and Elsie raised her gaze from her lap. It was a preppy, outspoken girl who had stood beside Elsie and checked her phone when everyone else had poured into the university toilets. Elsie couldn’t help but think that nobody could possibly be as bursting as her- she hadn’t had a single wee since last night and despite it all had managed to keep it in. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to find a position that would help her hold it in; instead, she felt her knickers grow wet and clenched as hard as she could to stop the flow. It was inevitable now, (her bladder had reached complete capacity), that she was going to wet herself in her coach seat. “It’s only five more minutes, can you hold it?” The preppy girl’s coachmate urged her. “I haven’t pissed since lunch!” The girl was squirming almost as much as Elsie but drawing much more attention due to her loud voice. Lunch? I haven’t pissed since last night, Elsie thought, and felt an odd sense of pride of how much she had held in. That managed to bring her back from the edge; she had held it this long, she could certainly hold it five more minutes. Even though her eyeballs were practically floating, she was so full. Even though she needed to wee, whiz, leak, go potty so badly that she felt she might lose it any second, she would hold it. With a newfound strength, Elsie clenched her urethra and held on. When the bus pulled to a stop outside their school, she was one of the first on her feet and flew down the aisle towards the doors. She rushed into the school, ignoring her friends calling after her, and dashed down the corridor to the nearest toilets. Pushing on the door, Elsie found it was locked. Her bladder pulsed in fear, her underwear growing wet and warm again as a leak spread through them. They were completely soaked, enough that a few drops fell from her underwear onto the floor. Grabbing her crotch, Elsie pounded down the corridor and up the stairs to the nearest toilets, hoping that these ones would be unlocked. Every second was critical now, her pee pushing hard against the floodgates and threatening to pour out. Thankfully, the upstairs toilets were still unlocked and Elsie nearly ran into a stall. However, she bumped directly into another girl, who turned and frowned at her. Immediately, it became clear what was happening; the other girls from the coach had figured the downstairs toilets would be locked so had come to these ones straightaway. As there were only four toilets and one was out of order, there was a queue of girls bursting from the coach journey home. A toilet flushed and a stall door flung open and Elsie immediately recognised the preppy girl who she’d seen on the coach; although she seemed to have made it, the dark stains covering her jeans suggested it had been a neat thing and a lot of her wee hadn’t reached the toilet. I Holding herself tightly, Elsie vocalised her need for the first time desperately, “Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go! Hurry up, I need a wee! I’m going to burst! I can’t hold it any longer!” Her desperate display earned some sympathy from the girl in front of her, who let her cut in, but Elsie was still two girls from the front and completely on the verge of wetting herself. It took absolutely everything she had not to wee on the bathroom floor as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, rubbing at her crotch desperately to keep her peehole closed. “Hurry up,” She urged as a stall opened up and the girl at the front of the line hurried in, “I’m gonna wee any second.” She couldn’t remember being this desperate in her entire life. She doubled over, holding her crotch tightly, at the rushing sound of the other girl pushing out her urine as quickly as possible. Another stall opened up; Elsie was now the front of the queue, bobbing desperately and losing the battle, as another leak ran down her leg before she could stop it. “You can make it!” urged the girl behind her, “Only a few more seconds!” “I gotta go so bad!” Elsie whined, “Oh god, I need a wee!” Finally, finally, another stall opened up and Elsie dashed inside. She barely managed to shut the door behind her with shaking hands, as removing her hands from her crotch meant she leaked immediately. She danced around as she slid the lock across and moaned loudly as she turned to face the toilet, desperately trying to wriggle out of her tights. Both her tights and panties were soaked with leaks and clung to her legs- as she struggled, she let out another leak and knew she was nearing the end. She’d never held a wee for so long in her entire life. “Oh, I need a wee! I need to go potty! Oh, god, help me!” Elsie murmured and perhaps through godly intervention, she managed to rip her tights and underwear down to her ankles. Hovering over the toilet seat, Elsie’s bladder finally released and wee poured into the toilet faster and louder than she’d ever seen before. The relief was like orgasm as her pee splattered against the toilet bowl and, due to her hovering and poor aim, against the the seat. Some splattered onto the floor of the stall. The velocity of the wee was incredible, much stronger than the wee she’d done at the concert, and Elsie couldn’t help moaning in relief as it streamed out of her. She could barely believe she’d managed to hold on for as long as she had. Her stream slowed down but as Elsie pushed down on her bladder, it spluttered and began pouring out of her again. Her bladder still felt so incredibly full despite the amount of wee she’d let out and it felt so satisfying to be so full of wee. The pee continued to blast out of her for another full minute before it began to slow down again. This time, Elsie just hovered above the toilet and released long spurts and streams of wee until she was sure her bladder was absolutely empty. It felt so good to be empty after holding it for so long that Elsie let out a final moan before she wiped herself, cleaned up her mess, and tossed her tights and underwear in the bin. As she stepped out of the stall, boldly commando under her skirt, Elsie found a crowd of girls waiting for her in awe. “That was amazing!” The girl who had been waiting behind her said, “I’ve never heard anything like it. It was like a torrent!” “You must have needed to go so badly!” said another girl, “I can’t imagine holding my wee in for that long!” “How long were you holding it?” Another girl asked. “Since last night,” Elsie replied, still feeling dazed from her amazing wee, “It felt so good. I’ve never been so bursting in my life!”
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  24. Wow, I haven’t written about an experience in a while. Sorry about that, life’s been pretty busy I guess. Well, I’ve got a couple of longer ones, but here’s a shorter thing that happened to me today! So there’s a bad flu going around and I think I caught it this week. Or at least, I’ve got some kind of cough. It developed a couple of days ago, and has been getting worse. In addition to feeling stuffy, I’ve also been leaking basically every time I cough! This has led to a good number of leaks over the course of the past few days. It’s worse when I’m standing up, and I can reduce the damage if I’m sitting with my legs crossed firmly. If I happen to be caught standing up when I feel a cough coming on, I quick cross of the legs sometimes helps, but not always. And I’ve also noticed that it doesn’t seem to matter if my bladder is full or if I just went pee, I am still leaking a decent sized squirt into my panties with every cough. Now most of you will know I run a side business where I sell my dirty panties online, and it’s been a busy month with lots of orders. This means that I can’t always just slap a pad into my panties and go about my day with protection on, as otherwise I’d have some unhappy customers. Earlier in the week I was wearing a pair of panties for a customer and ended up soaking them pretty good while padding about the house in my gray tights. Fortunately the customer wanted the panties wet, and I was at home. Today, I was finally done prepping panties for customers, so I could wear a pad. I’m glad I did. The coughing has got a little worse (but otherwise I’m feeling ok), and I had already soaked the pad I was wearing before I left the SkyTrain to get to work. By noon I had already changed my pad 3 times (basically after every two coughing fits), and I was starting to run low on pads. I rationed myself in the afternoon and only changed my pad once, but it was my last one. I pulled it out before leaving for the day, as it was rather saddened, and braved going pad-less on the way home. I was wearing dark trousers and it was pouring rain, so I thought I’d be ok. I was doing pretty good actually, until I left the SkyTrain for my walk home. I had just left the station when a wave of coughs caught up with me, and I didn’t cross my legs. The result was a very tangible squirt of pee soaking my panties. I used my purse to cover my crotch and surreptitiously felt if it had gone through my trousers. It had not, and I hurried home to change. This was the result: Anyhow, more stories to come, and to all my Canadian friends, don’t forget to vote! Best, Rach p.s. If you want to order your own pair, here's my website and you know how to get in touch! https://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties
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  25. Yes. And I stopped now though I’m not empty. I got up and walked through the bustling market on my way home, no one the wiser. It feels great to walk with the cold wet patch on my butt and between my legs. I’m going to leave these panties on all day and only use them. Should I try to pee while walking a little bit?
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  26. I feel serene and great. I’m peeing as I reply to you.
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  27. Totally agree! The combination of managing to hold a full bladder combined with the amazing sense of relief when you finally let go are definitely produce a natural high as well as a huge sense of achievement
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  29. I’m writing this in Libre Office running on Linux Mint and am going to copy and paste into the forum, which I have open on Firefox. This text should be bold, while this should be italic. And this text is bold and italic.
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  30. I’ll add another couple. Deliberate bed wetting with an understanding partner who likes it, and deliberate swimsuit wetting.
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  31. Yes. I've been shopping, while wearing a diaper, and have had the urge to go. I wanted to get my shopping done, so I tried to just wet myself, but it didn't go as plan. Usually I don't have too much stuff to get, so I continue shopping. There has been a few times when I knew I smelled pretty bad. Those times I went straight to the check out and left to go change.
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  32. I found This! From Brazil!
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  33. Version 3.3.3.2

    1,553 downloads

    女子校トイレ前行列中おしっこ漏らし! (2&3) The bathroom line of a girls' school is always so huge! The school girls who endured the whole class had already queued up and totally packed the vicinity of the front of the bathroom. The girl from another class stood in front of me, and the two second-year students behind me were chatting happily. The line did not move at all. "It’s already impossible! I'm gonna leak!" The liquid dripped out bit by bit. My hands pressed against my crotch with my all-out effort. I hadn’t been caught out just yet – but as the water trickled down, we can all hear an increasingly audible noise… “Hey, let’s go to the bathroom upstairs.” The two second-year students left. I chuckled. My entire school life was destroyed from that moment.
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  34. i see lately many users seem to have a bit of trouble finding these guidelines. i suggest that this do-not-upload list was also pasted in the pinned topic "Video playback and software guide", which would be renamed into "Video playback guide and uploading rules" or something.
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  35. i need to know if it comes for a paysite of it's a real amateur wetting Bilerek Altına İşeyen Kız.mp4 Pee on my room - vidme.mp4
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  36. Version 1.0.0

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    A man gives a girl doing exercises a drink with some diuretics in it. As time goes on she becomes more and more desperate until she wets herself screenshots are in order of the files Uncut version contains the sex parts that follow after each wetting Enjoy
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  37. Two new comics are in production right now, one of which I've waited a looong time to draw.
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  38. Hi all! So, my day is coming to an end and here's a quick update! I only made it a few hours after holding my morning pee and I tried to pee just a bit to relieve the pressure, but I could barely stop and decided just to wet myself. I'm trying to practice that more. I waited a little while before changing and going out for a decent part of the day. When my need was coming back, I went for a late lunch and drank a huge lemonade and a bunch of glasses of water. Almost too much because I was getting super desperate on the way home and instead of taking care of one last thing, I went straight home and let loose in my jeans. First time I wet something other than just my panties and I love it! Now I'm holding again and this time want to see how long I can hold it, sipping on some water. About 6/10 so far, but the night is young!
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  39. Version 1.0.0

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    Something I found on VK. Cute black girl pisses her panties in a bathtub.
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  40. Here's one I haven't seen before: https://thisvid.com/videos/blonde-poolside-bikini-piss/ Poolside bikini piss.mp4
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  41. Tomboy wetting

    Had to wade deep within sadpanda to find this. Great stuff. Only source i found was unfortunately deleted.
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  42. Naw it's the Tomocchi bedwetting one XD actually I do try to monetize them and sometimes if i'm lucky i can sneak an omo filled episode past the Anti advert bots XD Best example is this one here:
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  43. Furry Omorashi

    It's been a while. Maybe a little too long for Feyn.
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  44. Biku's art

    I'll just upload everything since I skipped yesterday (fin)
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  46. The first time I wet myself on purpose I was about 12-13. I was at a family cookout and it was raining rather intensely. My parents said it was time to go home and I hadn’t used the restroom the entire time that we were there (3-4 hours). So I went to sit in the car to wait on them when the need to go hit me. I could’ve easily walked back inside to pee but instead I started releasing small spurts into my underwear, just enough to feel wet but not enough for people to notice. I had released myself several times when I was notified that we were going to a family friends house afterwards and not straight home. At this point, I started to panic knowing that the back of my pants were wet enough to definitely tell I was wet. We went to our friends house and somehow I spent the next couple hours without being spotted while I dried off but I refused to use their restroom. Once we got home, I had too pee so badly I ran to the bathroom and soaked my grey shorts in the tub, handwashed them in the sink, and hid them in my room to dry until I could hide them in the laundry hamper.
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