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  1. Hi guys! I haven’t been able to do more of my pantie wettings but here is a two for one! Enjoy dolls 🙂 ❤️ IMG_0016.MOV
    10 points
  2. Over the past few days I've been partying, having an excellent time, and peeing in a lot of places I shouldn't... Mainly my panties. So last night I was at a house party, a friends 18th. Everyone was drinking and having a great time, I witnessed many people try and inconspicuously sneak off into bushes to relieve their bladders, many streams were flowing in the open of my friends back yard and I had to try and keep my eyes to myself not to seem too obvious. My friend who was having the party was very drunk so her, a few other girls and I decided to go to her bathroom together, as girls do. None of them had to pee other then me but they all just wanted to join. As I pulled down my panties and started to piss loudly into the toilet their faces changed, as they were suddenly realising just how bad they had to go... But unfortunately for them I had to do some extra business so they had to wait until my bowels were empty too. The birthday girl stood with her hand between her crotch desperately dancing, shuffling from foot to foot in order to distract herself from her aching bladder. The other girl pulled up her skirt and down her panties to her knees, in order to avoid mess. She stood right in front of me while I was on the toilet, her vagina was right in line with my face, but she didn't mind as she was so desperate to go. I tried to hurry as I genuinely felt bad, but as I was almost finishing the girl with her panties down started to dribble onto the floor in front of me. Her thighs pressed together instinctively but the flow couldn't be stopped and she pissed all over herself right in front of me. It was hard not to show my obvious interest, she was so embarassed but once she had finished going she laughed it off and started to clean up. Seeing my friends mess the birthday girl couldn't hold it and she ran to the shower and squated down. Her loud hissing stream started to hit the tiles and she sighed in relief. She peed for about a minute and a half and I wondered how she didn't realise she was desperate, I suppose alcohol does that to you. After she had finished pissing she lost her balance and fell right into her puddle, making her tight red dress very noticeably wet... The two girls then showered together and got in some fresh clothes, and I finished my business.... It was very hard not to be too aroused by the unfortunate but laughable situation.
    7 points
  3. Fidgety Freya Choir finals. Freya sat holding her order of events in her sweating hands. Her hair and make up pristine, her white blouse spotless and her black suit trousers with silver stars perfectly fitted. Last on the list. She could do this. She wasn’t going to let nerves get the better of her now even though her throat felt like it would close it was so dry and her stomach was in knots. She’d expected to be backstage while the other choirs were on stage where she could relax and do last minute preparations, not sitting in the middle of a row of twenty others in the audience nervously watching every other choir before going on. What sort of set up was this? It hadn’t been like this for the semis or quarter finals but there wasn’t much she could do. Every choir was in the same position except the first on so clearly the rules had been changed. The curtain drew and the first choir stood arranged neatly in height order. They started every so slightly off key but by the second line they were more relaxed and settled. Freya sipped her water as she listened intently. They were good, though quite an acquired taste, and she knew that starting first was very much a disadvantage as the judges and audience would likely forget them as time went on. Freya clapped as they finished and bowed before leaving the stage. The host spoke for a few minutes and then introduced the second choir of the evening. Freya sipped more water as her throat felt drier than she could ever remember. She had to loosen her vocal chords before it was her turn to sing. This wasn’t just about being part of a team as she had a lead solo to perform and she intended to be note perfect. By the fourth choir Freya shifted in her seat. Her bladder twinged a little, most likely due to increasing nerves. She took a few deep breathes and finished her water. Another three choirs and then it would be her turn. The fifth choir was introduced and filled onto the stage. There seemed to be hundreds of them! It took almost five minutes for them all to get into place, during which Freya felt another twinge. She shifted in her seat again. Krista whispered, ‘you ok?’ ‘Yeah just nervous.’ Finally the fifth choir began their songs. The first, a jazzy, bouncy piece that made Freya smile and clap along, the second a more moving slow piece making the audience gasp with emotion. They were good, very good. Freya shifted again, nerves really setting in now. She felt uncomfortable, as if the cushioned flip down seat was suddenly made of nails. At first she couldn’t understand it but then her foot caught her empty water bottle sending it rolling towards the seat in front. She closed her eyes for a second recalling just how much water she had drank in the last few hours. Her hands moved to her bladder and she gently rubbed as another twinge made her shuffle towards the side of the seat. It wasn’t nerves, she suddenly realised: she was needing a wee. Well this wasn’t a good thing, not at all. As the sixth choir filled the stage and formed a pattern that intrigued her, Freya couldn’t help crossing her legs. It looked awkward on a chair that folded up in the old grand concert hall. Freya wasn’t particularly caring. There was still this choir and another before hers and her mind turned from listening to the choir to trying to think if she had noticed toilets on her way in. There had to be plenty in a concert hall this size, it was just a matter of where. The issue wasn’t just that the row was too long to slip out easily it was where the rows were that was an issue too. All the competing choirs had been sat right behind the stage to the right where the audience of over a thousand people could watch their every move. Not only that but TV cameras panned frequently looking to catch expressions of worry, nerves, smiles or delight. It just wasn’t an option to get out and find a toilet right now. She had to forget that idea and put any bodily needs out her mind. If only her body understood that and co-operated. Finally the sixth choir exited the stage and the penultimate choir made their way forwards. Freya couldn’t stop herself fidgeting, initially leaning forwards with her ankles crossed under her chair, then crossing her legs in front of her, then bouncing a knee or swinging her legs. Little shivers ran through her body and she couldn’t get comfortable at all. Thankfully the others in her row were restless too as final nerves set in as a concert hall usher guided them out of their seats and behind the curtain backstage ready to go on stage any minute. Freya touched the arm of the usher as he passed. The usher turned towards her and Freya quietly asked: ‘Excuse me, could you show me to the nearest bathroom please?’ ‘Sorry Mam, there’s no time for that right now, though do come and find me when you get off stage and I’ll take you then. Good luck mam. I hope you do well.’ Freya wasn’t sure wether to be angry, shocked or embarrassed. Either way she had no time at all to dwell on it as she was gently pushed by fellow choir members along the line backstage. Suddenly she heard clapping from the audience and knew she was about to be watched by over a thousand people plus cameras whilst bursting for the toilet. This wasn’t how she planned to be remembered! Freya fidgeted from foot to foot as the host introduced the final choir. The choir were silent and standing ready for the curtain to once again open and the choir master was centre with his back to the audience. Sweat formed on Freya’s brow. How could she sing with such a full bladder? This was a disaster! The audience clapped as the first introductory notes played and Freya pressed her thighs together grateful for someone in front of her, at least for this song. She bit her lip and concentrated on holding her bladder without showing it as she sang as well as she could under the circumstances. Her trousers felt so tight, her bladder swollen with fluids now. A pause before the music for the second song started and the choir reformed into a new position to allow Freya to walk forwards to be centre stage. The spotlights shone down on her as she struggled with a strong urge to relax and pee. Instead she tensed everywhere she could and tried to think about her singing. She absolutely couldn’t wet herself in front of so many people regardless how badly she had to go. The first lines were awful. Off pitch, off key and a clear sign of the stress Freya was under. She fidgeted under the lights trying to focus as her bladder raged inside her for release. A choir member close by whispered: “Relax Freya. You can do this.” Freya breathed. She concentrated and forgot herself. She thought about what this meant to her, how long she had wanted this, how desperate she was to win...and she began to relax. As she sang with her eyes fixed ahead, caught in the moment, with cameras from all angles, microphones catching every note and a thousand set of eyes on her alone, she felt a warmth between her legs. She was leaking. She tensed and immediately her voice box tensed and she hit another wrong note. She relaxed again and another dribble ran into her knickers. As Freya closed her eyes, lost in the moment, fully focussed on singing her solo, encompassed entirely by the atmosphere and the music, her body and mind fully committed to her performance, there was nothing left to fight against her swollen bladder. Warm urine pooled into Freya’s underwear, down the inside of her legs and into her high heeled shoes. She couldn’t think about it, she had to keep on signing like everything was perfect. She couldn’t leave, or run or even cover herself. Urine ran faster and faster showing in the crotch of her trousers and forming a dark patch right down both legs. Still Freya remained in the moment, signing for all she was worth, giving her all to the show. By the time the song finished Freya’s body had emptied. Her battle was over. Her show was complete. She walked off stage as if what happened was perfectly normal. The choir was silent until they reached a corridor heading back to their seats in the audience. Freya remained silent, her thoughts completely elsewhere to where her fellow singers were. The usher caught her eye. He walked towards her looking rather emotional. ‘Wow. That has to be the most incredible solo I have ever heard. You were completely entranced in that song, utterly connected and one with the music. You radiated out there. Congratulations. Now would you like me to show you the ladies before you slip back to your row?’ Freya fidgeted again, this time with embarrassment. With her head lowered she solemnly whispered: ‘I wet myself. When I was signing. I had to relax and...’ The usher stood with his mouth agag as his eyes drifted to Freya’s soaked clothing. He froze there then a minute later shook himself back to reality. ‘Right. Well I’ll take you to the...emm...changing rooms instead shall I?’ ‘Yes. But I need back quick before they announce the winner.’ As they walked towards the changing room Freya swore she heard the usher mumble under his breathe: ‘My God she’s a winner in my book that’s for sure!’
    6 points
  4. I wet my jeans today!! 😳
    5 points
  5. (Thanks for the art, Phen!) That's up to all of you. I have a lot of ideas for possible punishments. :3 Or did you want to be merciful and just let the girl pee? 😛 ALSO: Sorry it's been so long! Life got in the way! I'll try to be better about the next round. 🙂
    4 points
  6. So following up on this thread : about wearing panties under your diaper, I thought I’d share my experiences and a couple of pictures. Also, I almost forgot that I passed a landmark 9000th post, so I thought I’d make a post to celebrate this. One of my traditions for hitting these kinds of landmarks is sharking links to some of my favourite posts, so feel free to skip down if you’ve read these already, or you know, re-read them and got off on nostalgia. As most of you will likely know, I wet the bed, growing up and after I was grown up. As the issue persisted for longer than it should have my mother got worried and we tried all sorts of things to deal with my bedwetting issue. There were doctors appoints a plenty and these often involved various tests. I was terrible at holding in large quantities of pee (and still am), and so many of the tests put me in rather embarrassing situations. I still recall in intimate detail this experience when I had to take an ultrasound: Despite how embarrassing that experience was, I still think about it a lot, and a couple of years ago, I recreated it when I had to go in for another ultrasound: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/25271-a-planned-ultrasound-accident/ After numerous tests (and checkups including tests, we tried a bunch of things before trying medication, though I was eventually proscribed a number of OAB medications. When I went on sleepovers, I took a lot of precautions: And I wore Goodnites basically every night. These exact Goodnites in fact: I’ve tried other diapers over the years, but they never seem to be as good as Goodnites: I do still enjoy wearing other Goodnites and other diapers, of course: Anyhow, in addition to diapers and trying out different medication, my mom encouraged me to experiment with different treatments. As I got older we tried all sorts of things to deal with my bedwetting (many of these are stories for another day): Acupuncture was very short lived: I freaked out at the one needle that barely poked my skin and would not go back or stop crying. Other ‘alternative’ ‘medicines’: The acupuncture failed, but we did still try cupping, and went to a chiropractor, and various herbal things, none of which worked (of course). Homeopathic pills: Which didn’t work because they are sugar pills and it was going to take more than the placebo effect to stop my bed wetting. Walking: Where your parent wakes you up in the middle of the night to walk you to the bathroom to pee. This didn’t really work as I was usually wet by the time my mom would come wake me up, and if I wasn’t, I’d still often wake up wet even if I did manage to pee in the toilet. Plus, again, I was losing sleep, and this was not good for a growing girl. Bedwetting Alarm: So there were a couple of months were I wore a bedwetting alarm. We tried this a number of times, but I hated it, it would wake me up while I was wetting, and I wouldn’t be able to stop, so then I’d have to get up and change and to make a long story short (and I will tell this story some time), I was overtired when I used the alarm and gave it up. I do still have it, and have been meaning to try it out some time (but I’m struggling to find the right batteries). Drugs, lots of different drugs: some worked well-enough but had bad side effects, and some didn’t do anything, and some reduced the scale of my night time accidents, or the frequency but nothing really stopped the issue. Behaviour and lifestyle changes: These are pretty common and I still do many of these to this day. I did things like avoiding certain foods and beverages, although as I got older and started to need caffeine to stay up and work on homework and that sort of thing, this kind of fell by the wayside. Other behaviour things I still do to this day is going to the toilet right before bed, and avoiding beverages before bed (as best I can), and using the bathroom frequently during the day and staying hydrated. Hypnosis (with a hypnotist): This was one of the few things we didn’t try. I think it was largely due to my mother being uncomfortable with hypnosis when I was young and me being too embarrassed when I got older. We did try tapes, I can’t remember where these went but I do remember being super embarrassed at the idea that someone else in the house might hear the tapes and they kind of creaped me out. As I got well into my teens, my mom was worried I was becoming too dependent on the Goodnites (and a lot of websites and parenting books recommend not having your child wear protection all the time). At various times in my youth, therefore, we experimented with my not wearing a Goodnite (or pullup, depending on my age), or wearing panties inside my Goodnites. Basically the idea here was that I would get wet and wake up. Basically, Goodnites are so good at capturing all the pee that you don’t feel like you’ve peed and so you sleep soundly through the night and wake up in a wet diaper in the morning. I think and also there was some sort of responsibility element, that washing sheets was supposed to have some effect on making me take responsibility for my bed wetting. I mean I did toss out my wet Goodnite every morning and change the sheets if there was a leak or something, but you know how parents can fret about their children’s sense of responsibility. For the record, I was very responsible child, I think… Oh, and I would go without a Goodnite in the heat of summer. When it got too hot I’d give up on dry sheets and instead opt for getting to sleep, and just resign myself to waking up in a puddle for the two weeks of summer where the temperature got a little too hot. Anyhow, when I turned like 14 my mom decided it was time for me to once again practice feeling wet. Because of the previous attempt, when I was like 10(?) and I’d gone without Goodnites for like two weeks, had failed and resulted in two weeks of daily laundry and a very grumpy Rachel, my mother decided that I should keep wearing Goodnites but wear panties inside them. This way I would feel wet and (hopefully) wake up, but the bedding and sheets would not get wet. This unfortunately did not work in practice. I was still wetting the bed each night, and the wet feeling did not wake me up. Instead, I would wake up in the morning feeling wet and clammy and uncomfortable and typically in a small puddle. You see, wearing panties inside a Goodnite ruins a lot of the functionality of the Goodnite. Goodnites are awesome because they have double standing gathers, which keep your sheets dry even if you wet while sleeping on your side (usually). And they have excellent front and back coverage, which absorbs a ton. The problem with wearing panties inside of your Goodnites is that the panties tend to break the gathers, causing pee to run out. And even if you wear panties that are narrow enough so that they don’t interfere with the gathers in the gusset, the bum coverage of all of the panties that I wore at the time was greater than that of the Goodnites, meaning that the wetness of the panties would leech out the back and into the sheets. I suppose if you wore a thong this could prevent this, but 14 year old Rachel didn’t own any thongs. Rachel still only owns like two thongs. Anyhow, a further issues is that even if you were going to wear a thong, the sides of the panties would still break the gathers on the sides, so if you are a side sleeper, which I mostly am, the peed would fill the Goodnite, and work its way up the front and back of the diaper, but as soon as it reached the sides around your waist it would seep out into your sheets. Simply put, Goodnites are not meant to be worn over panties. So for almost two months I was waking up in a wet diaper, panties, and sheets. This was very frustrating to a teenage Rachel, and there were some yelling incidents with my mom as my frustration with this ‘new’ method grew. It didn’t take long for us to give up on this approach. Part of it was the yelling, but also I was getting a rash from the wet panties being in close contact with my skin for most of the night. Teenage Rachel was not happy about needing to wear diaper rash cream and even more upset when the stuff available at the store did not work and instead an embarrassing doctor’s appointment was required. This is another story for another day though thought needless to say I was not happy about having to strip naked for our family doctor and have my mom explain how I had a diaper rash at 14. When I was about 17 we tried this method again, but it lasted less than a week, as again my skin was not happy and I didn’t wake up right away. I should say that this method did sort of work. When I say I didn’t wake up, I mean that I didn’t wake up while I was wetting or right after. Instead, I would sometimes wake up hours later, with wet, clammy, and sometimes stinging skin in my diaper area. But this would be hours too late and again impacted the amount of sleep I got. So that’s my history with wearing panties inside Goodnites, thought the brief experiment at 17 was not the last time. I made a bunch of videos a while back when I was still selling videos (and not just panties), and because bedwetting videos with an effective Goodnite are not very visually stimulating, I recreated these experimental treatments from my youth by wearing panties inside my Goodnite. The effect was a wet bed, diaper, panties, and Rachel, and I think some pretty decent footage. Here are some stills from one of the videos: As you will all likely know, I still have bedwetting accidents, usually when I’ve been indulging in substances (post or booze) a little too much. Then I get these results: And I continue to experiment with different diapers: I do still have the videos, and if you are interested in purchasing one, let me know. You can find previews here: I hope you enjoyed this trip down memory lane. If you’d like to order one of these videos (I’m not making new ones, it was just too much effort and time), or a pair of my panties, get in touch! You can find all my panties on my website: https://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Thank you to everyone who makes this forum such a wonderful place to explore our kinks and fetishes! I hope to share more posts soon and look forward to my 10,000th Best, Rach
    3 points
  7. They are called dares 4 and dares 5. I have them on my personal backup. Links bellow: - DARES 4 (First Video): http://www.mediafire.com/file/lv7lg3lmbc7qkay/Dares_4__I_Pee_Myself_-_HD_720p_%5BFile2HD.com%5D.mp4/file - DARES 5 (Second Video): http://www.mediafire.com/file/h3xky1k0b7i66d1/Dares_5_-_HD_720p_%5BFile2HD.com%5D.mp4/file
    3 points
  8. Version 1.0.0

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    Jamie's ex-boyfriend has cuffed her to the door while he goes thru thier mutual possessions and decides what he is going to take home. She needs to pee and of course he is ignoring her. She struggles and strains and finally has to make her panties very wet indeed.
    Free
    2 points
  9. From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art

    AkenoSama was kind enought to suggest this comic. Cherry buys a lock and shows it to Laura, who tells her about her experience with Dottie. Finally after some pleading both of them decide to take part in the challenge. Will any of them manage to stay dry ??
    2 points
  10. 10 am, Friday morning. A loud alarm is blaring in a lone girls bedroom. She reluctantly reaches out from under the covers to silence the alarm, just so she can have a few more minutes of blissful rest. Before long her mom was hollering for her. "Holly it's 15 past 10, it's time to wake up!!!" "I'll be down in a bit!!!" Today was going to be a very long day. Not only did Holly have Uni classes, but she also had plenty of Turf Wars that needed to be waged. She was looking to finally ascend to the fabled X rank for Splat Zones, her worst game mode. Leaving no time to waste, Holly quickly got out of her bed and went downstairs to grab some morning grub "Morning sweety! Sleep well?" "Slept about as well as I could. I'm just too excited to sleep" "So i've heard. You'll be playing to get into X rank for Zones today?" "Yep!" "I'll be rooting for you sweety! I remember my X rank entry game from back in the day. Just keep your head in the game, communicate with your team, and you'll be fine" "Thanks mom! I'll be sure to make you proud" Hollys mom was a very accomplished competitor back in her prime. Taking multiple 1st place finishes with her squad. They were at some points in their career considered unbeatable. Holly hoped to one day live up to her moms legacy with her own squad, the Squids Next Door. After eating some homemade Schwaffles Holly went on about her usual morning routine. Taking a morning shower, brushing her beak, and getting changed into her outfit for the day. White Striped LS, Black & Pink track shorts, and Blue Moto Boots. After taking a moment to make sure her Hair Clip was properly secured she was ready to go. She put on her backpack and left for Uni. "See you when I get back!" "Be careful sweety!" Upon leaving her house Holly broke out into a sprint to meetup with a special friend of hers. On her way to their meeting place she stopped by the Crust Bucket to grab a drink for the two of them. With both drinks in hand, she walked on over to their usual meeting place, a table in the heart of Inkopolis, and waited. Before long Holly could see her friend Caitlyn off in the distance. She got up from her chair to greet her with a big warm hug "Hey girl" "Hi Holly. How's your morning been?" "It's been fine haha. Here, I grabbed you your favorite" "Awww. Thank you!" Caitlyn took the drink and the two began walking to Uni together. Caitlyn was the one friend of Hollys that's been with her from the very beginning, all the way back in the lower depths of C rank. Plenty of members have come and gone from Squids Next Door, but Caitlyn was a true OG. As they walked to Uni Caitlyn brought up the matches for the day "So looks like at 2pm we'll be playing against Chimera in Splat Zones. If we can take a 3 of 5 set off of em we should have X rank guaranteed when the rank postings get posted on Monday" "Chimera's tough. I'm sure we can take em" "Only if all 4 of us bring our A game. Please don't use one of your odd secondaries, go with the regular Heavy Splatling. We could use your Splash Walls for Port Mackeral and Walleye Warehouse" "Are those seriously the maps we're playing on? Oh my cod this is almost free" "Don't say that Holly. Chimera is easily the most powerful team in S+. We really need to be prepared for this one if we want X rank" "Alright, alright haha. Heavy Splatling only" "Good" Holly and Caitlyn continued to talk about their game plan for the matches as they waled to Uni. Both the girls finished up their drinks as they walked. After walking for a few miles they were at the Shellendorf Institute. They parted ways so they could both go to their respective class for the day. On the way to her class Holly noticed that her drink went through her at a much faster rate than normal. "This is a bit annoying, there's no bathrooms close to the classroom" Despite hating the idea, Holly decided to hold it through the lecture. Besides, this lecture was super important, and her professor hated tardy students. She walked into the classroom and took her seat. Todays lesson was on the history of civil rights for Octolings, a topic that Holly took great interest in. She admired the immense determination of those early leaders that pushed for equality for Octolings. If it wasn't for their efforts, Octolings may have still been segregated from Inklings. Throughout the lecture Holly kept getting signals from her body that she needed to find a bathroom once she was out of her class. By the time she had gotten out of her class she was starting to get very needy for a bathroom. "Good cod that took longer than I though. What time is it?" 1:30pm "Dammit. I barely have enough time to get to my matches" Holly packed up her things and booked it to her match at Port Mackeral. She ran to the bus stop, got on the bus, and was dropped off at Port Mackeral with about 5 minutes to spare. When she got off the bus she was eagerly looking for the bathroom. "I'll just go pee real quick, then curb stomp Chimera and get X rank" As she was walking over to the bathrooms she noticed the fairly long line of Port Mackeral workers waiting to use the facilities. Port Mackeral closes at 2pm for Turf Wars, so some of the workers were taking the time to stop by the bathroom before going home. Holly was going to be late to her match if she waited through this line. "Forget this!" Holly walked away and looked for her team. As she was walking away her body sent her a strong warning. Holly was starting to get very full, but nothing was going to stop her from finally getting X rank. After walking a little bit further she met up with the rest of Squids Next Door. Caitlyn, Derrick, and Jenn "Geez Holly, you really cut it close this time. We thought we were gonna have to be a team of 3 for this first match" "As if! I aint about to leave you all on your own like that" The team walked throught he entrance to the port and went to their designated locker room. The team loaded up, and waited to swim up to the spawn kettle. While standing in line Holly shuffled around a bit to herself to shave off her need for the bathroom. This caught Caitlyns attention. "Holly, you good?" "Yeah! I'm just super excited, that's all" "Are you sure? It almost looks like you need to go to the..." "I'M FINE!" Before Caitlyn could say anything else the team got the green light to swim on up to the Spawn Kettle. The team changed into human form and awaited for the match to begin. Hollys legs kept shuffling around and crossing a bit while they waited for the match to start. Before long the horns blared and they were off to their positions. Since Holly was using the Heavy Splatling she was designated as the team lead for the push. She rushed on over to the first point and quickly painted it to capture it. Derrick followed behind her with his Splattershot, while Jenn took to the left side with her Soda Slosher. Caitlyn swam up top on a cargo box and took aim with her Splatterscope. Before long Chimera also took their Zone, and started to push to take their zone. With a little bit of patience, Holly and Jenn went down the right lane and flanked Chimera at their weakest point. After taking out the team they took the second zone and started counting the clock down from 100. While standing in the enemy zone Hollys body decided to let her know about her previous issue with keeping it all in. It sent out a signal strong enough to halt Hollys movement for a moment so she could compose herself. In that exact moment Holly got taken out by Chimeras E Liter 3k user. The rest of the battle was grueling for Holly. As the match continued on her body kept telling her she needed to find a bathroom and fast! Despite her body being overtaken by this need Holly pressed on. They won Game 1, then Game 2. "OOOOOOOOH!" Holly was nearing her limit. As she had taken her position in Port Mackeral for Game 3 her need was too much to ignore. When she wasn't shooting the enemy team she was holding herself to keep it all in. Holly was blushing a bright pink, and Caitlyn had taken notice of this behavior from her perch "Holly are you sure you're okay? If you need to pee we can halt the match for that. We do still have a timeout available" "SHUT UP AND WIN THIS MATCH!" "Holly, i'm serious. I don't want you to pee yourself out there. Derrick and Jenn are concerned" "I'M FINE!" The match continued on. After what seemed like an hour Squids Next Door took the set off Chimera 3-0. By the time the team swam back to the locker room Holly was a stumbling mess. 'BATHROOOOOOOOM!" Holly bolted for the bathroom. She didn't care about shaking Chimeras hands and saying ggs, she needed to pee NOW. She was frantic, in her rush for the bathroom she failed to notice that the one closest bathroom was occupied by a Port worker. As Holly pulled on the handle her body grew weak from holding it in for so long and let a small spurt out. Hollys hand shot down into her to keep the spurt from becoming a full blown stream. "PLEASE! NOT NOW! I'M SO CLOSE!" She was frantic, she could only think about where the next closest bathroom would be. The next closest bathroom was a flight of stairs above her. Holly ran for the stairs with her hands still jammed down in between her. Upon reaching the stairs she realized that this was going to be a very daunting task. She took one step at a time, making sure to keep it all in. About halfway up the stairs her body relaxed again and let another spurt out. Holly had reached her limit, and she wasn't having anymore of this. She needed to pee, and she was going to do anything she needed to do to get to a bathroom. She ran up the last bit of stairs and exited out into the hall. She made a frantic run down the hall to get to the bathroom. While running she let out yet another leak, however this one was big and strong enough to let out a little hiss as it soaked into her panties and shorts. "I...I'm so close...Please...Just a few more steps" Holly couldn't move. There she was, right in front of the bathroom, but there was so much pee inside of her that if she moved another inch she was going to lose it. "Please...Please...Please...I'm not a kid, I can make it" Holly slowly inched her way towards the door. each little bit of movement made a tiny spurt of pee escape into her clothes. She was right in front of the door. "YES...I MADE IT..." As she reached up to open the door her body had enough of this. Despite all of her efforts her body had given up. Her lower half relaxed and Holly knew she had lost this battle. "NO!" Despite giving it her all, warm pee forced its way out of her and into her clothes. There was no stopping it anymore. Her pee had been begging to escape for hours, and now it was escaping. Holly fell to her knees while gripping the door handle and preceded to full blown wet herself. Pee was getting all over her Blue Moto Boots, and onto the front of her White Stripped LS. She didn't care. All Holly cared about was this amazing feeling of relief she was feeling. Her breathing had turned into a quiet moan as she continued to pee. Her nether region was burning from the immediate relief, hours of tiresome holding finally ending. Before long Holly was surrounded by a giant puddle of her fluids. After another minute she was finally empty. Surrounded by a lake of pee the reality of the situation was starting to settle in. Holly, a now X ranking competitor, had wet herself right in front of the bathroom. The reality of the situation was too much for her. Blushing a bright pink, and soaking wet, she began crying to herself. How could she wet herself like this? Here she was a 19 year old Inkling, and she was peeing herself as if she was a little girl. She sat in her puddle and cried for a few more minutes before deciding to get up and do something about this. Fortunately there was a Janitors closet not too far from the accident. Holly took out a few towels and plopped them into the puddle to start cleaning up. While she waited for the towels to soak up as much as they could she entered the bathroom to look at the damages in the mirror. She was drenched. Thankfully she couldn't see much of a wet patch on her shorts, but there was still a noticeable wet patch in the black color. The front bottom of her shirt was stained a darker color from holding herself as she peed. Her panties were completely soaked. The feeling of the warm panties against her nether regions burned. Looking at all the damages was humiliating. "Thank god no one saw this. I'm pretty sure I would've died" Once she was done taking off her boots to empty them from pee Holly quietly exited the bathroom to finish cleaning up her accident. After making sure everything was cleaned up she discarded the used towels and began her stealth mission to get home without anyone seeing her like this. Thankfully by this time the sun had gone down, so it was dark outside. Holly could avoid walking under bright lights, and no one would see that she had wet herself. After a long and cold walk home Holly finally made it home. Peeking through the back window she saw all the lights were turned off. "Good, moms asleep" Holly took off her Blue Motos and socks, and left the boots outside to air dry. She carefully entered the house, tiptoed up the stairs, and locked her bedroom door behind her. Holly placed a towel down on her computer chair and took a moment to sit down and calm down. This entire day was a lot more mentally tasking than it should've been. After a few minutes Holly took off her clothes, started a load of laundry, and took an extra long shower. 10am came around a lot faster than Holly had expected. In her pj's she went downstairs to grab some breakfast. "Morning sweety! How was your matches yesterday?" "We got em mom. a swift 3-0 over em" "Congratz honey! Be sure to eat up, I made your favorite" "Thanks mom" As Holly ate her food her mom took out the trash. Upon coming back in her mom noticed her Blue Motos outside "Holly, why are your Blue Motos outside? And why do they smell really bad?" Holly dropped her fork and froze. In the heat of the moment she blurted out the first thing that came to mind "I stepped in some really foul thing at the Port. I left em out to dry" "Doesn't look like it helped. I'll clean them up for you, don't worry" Holly exhaled a sigh of relief, and continued to eat her victory breakfast. She deserved it after all she had been through. Hope you guys enjoyed my first fanfic! I welcome criticism, so if there's anything I can do better please let me know. Thanks for reading!
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  11. This simple video shows Sosha enjoying her pull-on style diaper as she wets it, then rubs herself in the wet diaper. In this scene we get to join Sosha has she has some kinky diapered fun. Wearing only a black tank top and a plain white pull-on style diaper, the scene kicks off with a close up of Sosha feeling the diaper as she pees in it. If you watch carefully, you can make out the diaper growing and sagging as it soaks up her urine. As soon as she finishes wetting her diaper, she slides a hand inside and starts to rub herself. With the diaper still freshly wet and still warm, it doesn’t take too long at all for Sosha to be able to bring herself to an orgasm.
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  12. The School Trip - Part 5 Lula turned the radiator on full and placed the soaked shorts over the top. They were saturated and dark grey from the shower and the material clung to the metal radiator. They smelled like strawberries now, at least. Lula felt rushed and panicked. Despite there being quite a bit of time before they were all expected at breakfast, Lula couldn’t relax. So much had happened. Her mind was racing. She hurriedly dressed into some tighter fitting blue jeans which had slight tears over the knees, and a baggy light pink, cream, and dark grey striped jumper. She’d also put on her black and yellow Halestorm ‘I Like it Heavy’ T Shirt for an extra layer of warmth. Lula sat on the edge of her bed fumbling with her hands. She was wide awake, elated, excitable. She kept recalling what happened last night over and over again. The memory of being in bed with another person sent a shiver down her spine. Lula couldn’t stop feeling flustered and red in the cheeks. The feeling of the morning’s wetting and the explosion of all her sensations was feeling what Lula could only compare to what she imaged a drug high would. *Vrrbbt vrrbbt* Lula jumped and skipped a breath. She grabbed and unlocked her phone. Rosie: “BITCH WHAT HAPPENED?” Rosie: “DON’T IGNORE ME” Rosie: “WAKE UP” Rosie: “HAAAAAYYYYYY” Rosie: “OH NO” Rosie: “ARE YOU STILL WITH HIM?” Rosie: “STOP LOOKING AT HER PHONE TOM” Rosie: “BE NICE TO MY LULA” Lula: “I’m in my room” Rosie: “WHAT DID YOU NOT GO?” Rosie: “WELL?” Rosie: “DO I ASSUME YES?” Rosie: “I’M GOING TO ASSUME YES YOU DEVIL” Rosie: “YOU A WOMAN” Rosie: “A STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN WHO DON’T NEED NO MAN” Rosie: “WELL ONE MAN” Lula: “…” Rosie: “WTH DOES THAT MEAN?” Rosie: “I’M COMING TO YOU” Lula: “Wait” Silence. Lula was not at all prepared for such an explosive conversation so early. *knock knock knock knock knock knock* Christ. Lula got up off the bed and shuffled over to the door. The moment she pulled the handle down Rosie barged inside and grabbed Lula by the shoulders. “What. Happened?” Lula didn’t… couldn’t respond. She didn’t need to. Her face went bright red. Her cheeks puffed from her helpless grin. Rosie’s eyed widened. “YOU DID!” “Shhh. Shh” Lula tried to calm Rosie. “You did, you went. What happened? Tell. Me. Everything” Rosie began to push Lula back towards the bed and they both sat down. Lula couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off her face. She attempted to sink inside her jumper but only got as far as hiding her hands in the sleeves. “Seriously. You have to tell me” Rosie had grabbed one of the unused pillows and leaned into it whilst sitting crossed legged on the unused duvet. She quickly realised. “You made your bed already?” Rosie questioned. Lula didn’t respond. Rosie gasped. “YOU STAYED?” she exclaimed with wide eyes. Lula’s lips tightened as she lowered her head and looked up at Rosie, fiddling with her sleeves. “DID YOU…?” Lula shook her head. “GOOD BECAUSE HE’S OLD” Lula tilted her head and frowned. “He slept on the floor?” Lula shook her head again. “You little whore, tell me more” “Shut up” Lula finally replied. “Um. Excuse me. You have to tell me. It’s like… the rules?” “The rules?” “YES. The RULES. Does he have a cute butt?” Rosie paused and didn’t blink after asking. “What. No. I didn’t see…” “WHAT DO YOU. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN’T SEE HIS BUTT?” “I didn’t” Lula blushed. “DID YOU SEE HIS…?” Rosie opened her hands and moved them forwards and backwards in a suggestive motion. “What. Hmph” Lula coughed, “No?” “WHAT DO YOOUU MEANNNN WHAT. HMPH. NO?” “Well… no?” “Tell me your secrets girl!” Rosie begged. Lula shook her head smiling. She knew that honestly she didn’t have much to admit. If anything, she was feeling calmer in herself seeing Rosie get excited for her. Rosie huffed. “I. Am. Going to a pee. YOU wait there and THINK about last night” Rosie pointed at Lula as she threw aside the pillow and side stepped around the bed. Rosie closed the bathroom door behind her. Lula’s heart sunk. Fuck. My shorts. She’ll see. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Oh no. A few minutes later Rosie emerged from the bathroom with a raised eyebrow. Ahhhh she saw them. Fuck. “Full of surprises” Rosie poked. “No?” “Don’t you no me” Rosie responded sharply, slowly creeping across the room before regaining her position on the bed. “…No?” “The shorts?” Rosie asked, pointing back towards the bathroom shaking her head in confusion. Lula’s face went a darker shade of red. “You said you didn’t…?” “We didn’t” “Then what…?” Rosie’s tone had shifted. She was less excitable and more curious. “Nothing” Lula lied. Rosie raised her eyebrows. “Nothing?! Why are they soaked and on the…? You know what don’t answer. I have a game” “A game?” “Yes. A Game. I won’t pee allll day until you tell me everything that happened” “What that’s stupid” “You’re stupid. Tell me? Tom? The shorts?” Lula shook her head again. “Then I won’t pee. My life. My social status. My bladder. You’re in control. You can release me only if you tell me what happened” She’s lying. This is stupid. She, of all people, can’t hold all day. Why does she have to be so pushy? Nah, definitely lying. Lula shook her head again. “Fine. You’ll see” Rosie smiled, “Breakfast?” she asked enthusiastically. The girls made their way downstairs in silence. Rosie had a skip in her step. Lula was quietly confident. She still felt on top of the world. She felt happy and oddly mature. The dining area was open and bright. The walls were painted white full of wooden wicker ornaments and photo frames. The room was aptly themed for the coast, with pictures of the beach and local landmarks. A small boat’s anchor was perched in the corner of the room. Draped in a fishing with fake seaweed and shells. The floor was a tiled brick pattern which would have been cold to touch. The breakfast was a buffet with a selection of cereals, pastries, fruit, cold meats, bread rolls, and juices. The was gentle chatter throughout the room. Small conversations here and there. The teachers were walking amongst the groups, asking how people were, making sure the Year 11’s were keeping up with their notes. Rosie purposefully slurped at her cereal whilst maintaining eye contact with Lula. “Stop it” “Tell me?” “No” *schluurrrp* Lula winced at Rosie who smiled back, dribbling milk from her lips. To distract herself from Rosie, Lula looked up and around the room. She saw Tom over Rosie’s left shoulder in the corner of the room. He was already looking at her. Both of their faces went a shade redder having locked eyes. Lula quickly looked back down at her bowl. Rosie noticed and looked behind her. “THE TENSION” She whispered loudly. “Shut up” Lula giggled. “Well?” “Nope” “Fine. I’m having another drink” Rosie scoffed and strutted away from the table. Lula noticed that Rosie had on her second pair of jeans. Maybe she couldn’t stand to wear the one’s from yesterday. Maybe they were still drying out. They’re blue though. LIGHT blue. IF she’s not joking around… she wouldn’t be able to hide it. She has to be joking though. Rosie’s jeans were in fact a baby blue and faded down the front of each leg. There was certainly no hiding it if she was to keep her promise and Lula was adamant in saying nothing. The students were given a 10 minute warning to be upstairs as they all began to finish off their breakfast. A clambering of plates and cutlery were piled onto trays by the servery and everyone flocked up the stairs to the reception. Lula flinched as she felt her hand be grabbed in the crowd. A thumb quickly swiped its way over her palm. The fingers pulled gently out of her grip as people barged past. As she looked up, Lula made out the back of Tom’s body. He was wearing a dark grey hoodie which looked both comfy and warm. Her hand fizzed. Her fingers felt loose. There was only half of the days’ worth of activities left to do before getting the coach back home. It was only a short trip after all. The Year 11’s were expected to go back to the beach and research some… stuff. Lula wasn’t really listening. Everyone else was given the morning off since they weren’t taking the exam. They had free reign of the town centre for about two and a half hours. Exciting. After a short but brisk walk to a different beach the teacher laid the ground rules: Stay in the town centre, stay in two’s as a minimum, come back here if you’re lost, call the emergency number if there’s a problem, don’t go near the sea, and don’t take sweets from strangers. “You’re all representing the school, even when you’re not in uniform, so I don’t want to hear anything bad come back to me, okay?!” Everyone gave a half-assed ‘yes’. As groups of people began to disperse, Lula just looked at Rosie who seemed all so contempt. “So where to my mystery friend?” Rosie asked. “I don’t know” “Come on, girl! Last night you made a good decision, right? Now make another one” Lula frowned. “Just walk? See what there is?” Lula shrugged. “You” Rosie pointed at her, “are boring” Lula nodded. “BUT you’re not. Tell me?” Lula shook her head. Rosie grumbled. “Fine. We’ll go this way then” The girls spent an hour and a half wandering around the main roads and up and down the cobblestone streets. They browsed souvenir shops, a few independent art galleries, stopped at a café for a hot chocolate each, spent money in a sweet shop, ate at a chip shop… drank, at a chip shop. Rosie kept pushing for information. Lula kept quiet. The clear morning had turned overcast during the girls’ activities. They realised they had about half an hour to get back to the meeting point beside the beach. They had explored nearly every back street and tiny, quaint shop. “These streets are cute” Rosie admired. “Yeah” agreed Lula. “I actually need to get back. I need to pee badly” “Well you could have gone all day, don’t blame me for your stupid game” “It is your fault though” “Seriously, Rosie. Just go somewhere” “Not the rules” Rosie joked. “What rules?” Lula was getting louder; admittedly more annoyed. Lula felt the occasional rain droplet on her head. “I don’t know what you’re hiding. That’s why I have to do this” she joked. “You don’t have to do anything. This is more like… blackmail?” “Not blackmail. It’s a threat” Rosie laughed. Lula didn’t respond. They carried on walking down an unstable cobblestone street. Rosie was evidently shaking and bobbing as she walked. A slightly salty smell filled the air as the rain started to pick up. “Seriously, go in McDonald’s in a minute” Rosie shook her head. Lula couldn’t tell if she was finding this fun or what she was getting out of it. She admitted last night she hates any social humiliation so she wouldn’t dare attempt to wet like this. What was she doing? “It’s almost like you want to” Lula plucked the courage to say. “Want to what?” “Want to pee” “I do want to” “No I mean… like you’re making sound like you want to” “Want to… pee, I do!” “No… pee… yourself?” Lula quivered whilst saying it. There was a silence. The sound of cars became louder as they walked out from between the tightly packed buildings and cobblestone alley. The sound of the waves could be faintly heard ahead of them across the beach. The cover of the buildings either side of the narrow alleyway seemed to be sheltering them from the rain. Out on the main road it was a steady rainfall. The sky above the sea was an angry grey. God, I hate saying anything like that out loud. Ugh. The two didn’t speak for the rest of the walk down the main road towards the meeting point. There was a sense of awkwardness. Lula was awaiting Rosie’s reply but for once she seemed to have stunned her into silence. The sound of the rain pattering against the concrete was louder than the faint waves across the beach. Shallow puddles had started to form against the curbs. Lula huffed as she shivered him her jumper. “I didn’t think to bring a jacket” she admitted, her hair getting wetter. “Shame” Rosie muttered, pulling up her own hood. Lula noticed she was occasionally squeezing her thighs together as she walked. “Why are you doing this?” Lula asked. “Tell me then?” “What if I actually don’t want to?” “I thought you would” Rosie replied, slowing down pushing her hands into her crotch before walking at a normal pace again. “You’re actually going to piss. Just go somewhere” Lula felt she needed to mother Rosie. “I’m fine” she winced. “Well… you’re not?” “Well… your fault” Rosie winced once again. Lula sighed. Lula felt her jumper become baggy and heavy as it fell victim to the rain. The waves were picking up as they walked towards the group of students a few shops ahead. “Rosie, Lula! Thank you for coming back. Just a few more now” stated Mrs. Jones, ticking her sheet as the girls approached. “Hope we’re not waiting long” Rosie admitted. “You’ve literally done this to yourself. Not fun now?” Lula was still feeling confident from this morning. She had successfully withheld all information and was now one step ahead of Rosie. It felt nice. “Honestly. No” Rosie admitted once again, obviously in a bit of pain. “Well we’ll go back soon to get our bags” Lula tried to comfort her. “…Yeah” Rosie said quietly, her hands in her crotch. Not five minutes had passed and the final few students still hadn’t met with the group. The rain had continued to pick up and the teachers realised not all the students had dressed for the weather. “Right, everyone that’s here, go back inside. You have until half past to pack your stuff, keep the rooms tidy please. Meet back in reception at half past for the coach. Go. Off you go” shouted out Mrs. Jones. “Thank Christ” Rosie muttered. The students managed their way across the road and into the hostel. Lula felt a comforting rush of warm air as she walked into the building. It was nice to be in the dry. Rosie’s face seemed sore from wincing. She had a look of worry in her eyes. In the bustle of the crowd, everyone but Lula and Rosie were left in reception. They had all pretty much sprinted off. Rosie was struggling to move quickly. She was exhaling and making ‘oh’ sounds as she walked. “Lule’s” she said. “What?” “I actually don’t think…” she began to admit. “Rosie, not here” Lula ordered, for both their sakes. “Hey!” Lula heard a voice from behind her. Shit. Not now. Why now? Lula turned to see Tom, wet from the rain. His hair was stuck to his forehead and the top of his hoodie was a darker shade of grey. “Hi” Lula responded quickly. “You okay?” he asked. “Yeah. Sorry… We need to…” “Oh, sorry” Tom thought Lula was trying to avoid him. He could sense urgency in her voice. “No I don’t want to… not want to… I want to but… we… I… we have to go” she was trying to not let Tom know the situation whilst not trying to seem like a bitch about walking away. She wanted to stay and talk with him, so much. “It’s okay” he said slowly. His smile started to reduce. Uuughhhhh. Why now!? “I can’t” Rosie murmured, leaning against the door leading to the stairs. She was leaning forwards quite a lot with one hand over her abdomen. Supporting her weight against the wall, she shuffled over towards the lift. “You… you’re only up one floor right?” Tom asked, seeing Rosie struggle. Fucckk. Please stop asking. Just go for now? Pease? “Yeah” Lula admitted awkwardly, following behind Rosie slowly trying not to make it awkward that she was walking away from Tom. Rosie pressed the button and a loud ding sounded. The lift door slid open. Rosie clambered inside. Lula darted round too and rapidly pressed the button for the doors to close. “Okay bye…” Lula heard Tom say as the doors clunked together. The sound of his voice fading hit her like a brick. Ohhhhh, fuck sake. Please don’t hate me. “Lula…” Rosie whispered. Lula barely heard her. As Lula turned from facing the doors she saw Rosie curled forward over herself. Her backside was leaning against the wall of the lift, her knees were together and her feet slightly apart. “Nearly there!” Lula encouraged. Rosie shook her head. She sniffed. Is she crying? Oh no… Please no… The girls shuddered as the lift jolted upwards. Rosie sniffed again twice. Rosie slid her head downwards some more and covered the back of her hair with her arms. Lula literally had a front row seat. A trickled of darkness slithered down the inside of her light blue jeans to her knees. From her knees some droplets hit the carpeted floor. The dark trickle stain increased in size as her legs began to glisten. *DING. First Floor* The lift jolted again as it stopped. The doors slid open. Lula exhaled sharply. She palmed the buttons so nearly all the floors lit up She rapidly tapped against the button to close the doors. They began to slide close. The lift jolted. As Lula turned around Rosie hadn’t moved. The sound of droplets hitting a soft surface had begun and she was squatting lower every other second. There was no salvaging her jeans. It was obvious what was happening. Lula just stood there speechless. There was nothing she could do to help her friend. She hated to think how Rosie was feeling. The lift had been going for longer than last time. The sound of the pee hitting the floor had stopped. Rosie slid back against the wall and her backside hit the floor. Her knees were up and her feet against the wet carpet. Her head was still in her hands. She was completely silent. Lula could see Rosie’s crotch was saturated. Her jeans creased against her skin and crotch as her legs wobbled with the movement of the lift. *DING. Fourth floor* The lift jolted and the doors slid open. “No. nononono” Lula muttered and attacked the button once again. The doors slid close. The lift moved up again. Oh fuck. What did I press? The lift was going to stop at another two floors before it would go down. Oh shit. I’m so sorry Rosie. What can I do…? “We’ll get you back, Rosie” Lula said calmly, despite her nervousness. Rosie said nothing. “I’ll make sure no one comes in. I… panicked and pressed a few buttons. We’ll be back soon” Lula felt horrible admitting that. The doors slid together and the lift moved once again. Another floor later it stopped, dinged, and the doors opened. The seconds droned by like minutes as the doors remained open. Rosie didn’t move. She didn’t make a sound. When the doors open, Lula stood guard, tapping the close button. The moment the doors closed she couldn’t help but turn and see Rosie’s accident. Seeing someone else wet was… interesting? Not the same as watching videos online. Seeing it was different. So real. There was significantly more humiliation involved in seeing it for real. Lula began to remember the time in the woos when Rosie squatted and wet in the bushes. That was in secret though. And the time in the taxi… that was mostly in secret. This was so open and unknown. Lula’s heart thumped. She couldn’t imagine being in Rosie’s shoes right now. After another floor of panic, Lula manically tapped the button to get back to the first floor she could rush Rosie back to her room. Does she even have another pair of jeans? Oh shit. There was a shift in motion as the lift began to go down instead of up. The drone of the lift moving was all that could be heard. Lula was clenching and unclenching her fists. She wished she could sit with Rosie but she knew she had to watch the door and make sure it was clear when they opened. *DING. First floor* The lift jolted and the doors slid open. “This is it Rosie, come on!” Lula said with urgency. She peeked her head around the doors. The corridor was clear. “Come on!” Lula said louder. Still looking down the corridor, she head a rustle as Rosie helped herself up. Lula wanted to look but knew she had to keep watching out. She moved her right hand behind her and attempted to one hand clap. She felt Rosie’s hand take hers. Lula pulled Rosie from the confinement of the lift and out to the right. It didn’t sound like people were around. She halted at the right turn. Lula peered around. No one. Cool. Lula paced forwards again and felt the pull of Rosie’s weight as she brought her in her stride. A few steps down the carpet and a laughter could be heard. Rosie’s hand tightened around Lula’s. Lula lost her breath. She increased her pace and flung her body round the next left corner. Rosie darted in front of Lula and hid at the wall to her side. Lula felt Rosie tug at her hand. Lula looked over. Rosie’s hair had been messed up where she’s held her head in her hands. Her eyes were bloodshot red and tears had wet her cheeks. She shifted her head to the left as if to say follow me. Lula nodded. Rosie pulled Lula forwards. Lula looked down to see the dark, wet backside of Rosie’s jeans. The stream had completely covered the back of her legs. It was almost as if they were supposed to be that shade of blue from where she was looking. They sprinted down the corridor past a few rooms, their feet thumping as they moved with urgency. Lula felt a bit disorientated. These corridors were laid out with long stretches and corners as the rooms were in blocks of six. Rosie leapt to the right and Lula almost lost her footing as she was pulled around the corner by her hand. She didn’t stop to look. Shit… A few people were walking the same way as them about 10 meters ahead. Rosie immediately halted to a walking pace and Lula instinctively pushed past Rosie to stand in front. This was Rosie’s room at least. Just a few steps ahead. Lula felt Rosie grab her arms and push her forwards. Lula tried not to look awkward as she stepped forwards slowly. The adult woman in front turned around and smiled at the girls. Her own hand was resting on the back of her child daughter who was asking questions. The lady did a friendly laugh and faced forwards again. Lula felt Rosie clasp at her arms with nervousness before she let go, fumble around in her pocket and open the door to her room. Rosie slithered between the door and the wall and slammed the door shut. What the fuck. Rosie…? Lula stood there in silence. Should I… knock? Why would she…? Is she angry at me? For fuck sake. Lula turned and slowly made her way back to her room; unaware of where she stood with Rosie and where she stood with Tom.
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  13. If you even kind of possibly think that there's even a little bit of the smallest chance that a video like this is "real," DO NOT post it here or anywhere else. Not only is it unethical, sociopathic, and illegal, but it will get you irrevocably banned. Unless it comes from a known website with named models or an amateur producer who has other videos where she's clearly in on it, stay far away from it and keep it far away from here. That said, this is indeed fake. Do not take chances in the future though.
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  14. The scenarios are kind of a collaboration. Before each shoot we will have a rundown listing all the scenes we intend to film, but the ideas for those scenes come from a variety of places. Sometimes a model, like Alisha, will contact me and say, "I just had this cool idea for a scene that I would love to do." Other times members of the site will submit their suggestions. Often, I end up just looking at the location that we have available for the shoot and trying to figure out what kind of scenes we could do there. To keep things feeling more authentic and spontaneous, each scene only has a very rough description outlining the main points. The description might only say something like "Alisha gets drunk and tries to sing a song, which makes Sosha laugh so hard she pees her pants." With nothing but that rough description to go on, we will then block out the scene on location just before we shoot it. When we do shoot the scene though, none of us really have any idea how it's going to come out. The models take the description and try to follow it, but it is all completely spontaneous and unrehearsed. Sometimes the scenes follow the description fairly accurately, but other times things get off track and we end up with a scene that is entirely different than what we planned. Here is a look at how the previously described scene with the laugh wetting came out; but be warned, it contains nudity- drunk-wetting.mp4
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  15. This is my first attempt of a series of short stories I plan on making, if the feedback is good I'll be motivated to write more! Also this helps me become a better writer, I hope to one day be a pretty popular writer on here, so let's see! (This will be a fiction series) On a bright sunny morning of November the sun was shining brightly through kaileys blinds as the alarm on her phone was going off. "Ughh.." she groaned and stretched checking the time and she wasn't late, thankfully, yesterday she woke up 20 minutes late and barely made it out the door, but she wasn't letting that happen today. She got out of bed and took off her pink pjs and took off her plain white panties and threw them on the floor and grabbed a pair of adorable pink panties with little white hearts all over them and she matched that wonderfully with a pink bra, and while she was checking herself out in the mirror she held her Crotch and groaned "gotta empty the morning bladder" she said to herself and put on a black skirt that went quite a bit above the knees.. but she didnt care, she liked the attention and, deep down occasionally she would like to tease the guys that tried to look up her skirts, she found enjoyment in that, she also loved the fact that she was absolutely beautiful and claimed to be the most beautiful girl in grade 11, her luxurious blonde hair captured the attention of most guys, and she always made it soft and wavy in the morning so it flowed beautifully down her back and shoulders, her eyes were an ocean blue and her face was soft and cute, she was pretty curvy and she also had a set of nice breasts which she took pride in greatly! After she emptied the main drain she sighed in relief and got to getting ready and soon she was out the door! She said goodbye to her parents and went on with her day and met her best friend Jessica down the street and they hugged and bounced up and down, kaileys skirt bouncing up and down with her opposite body movements and they giggled and chatted the whole way on the bus, the 2 girls were both beautiful, both blonde and both kinky, making a perfect little friendship. They arrived to school and kailey went to the cafeteria and got a milk to start her day and they walked throughout the school before finding a spot to sit for the next 20 minutes before the bell rang, they chatted and giggled the whole time as kailey drank her milk and Jessica sipped her coffee Jessica saw under the table that kaileys legs were spread and she saw her panties "nice pink panties, they look adorable on you" she said and kailey giggled wiggling on the seat keeping her legs spread, not afraid for people to see "Thought I'd tease a few boys today and give them something nice to look at" she giggled and kept them spread out as guys looked at her but not up the skirt.. yet. The bell rang for first period and the girls waved goodbye, kailey was starting her day off with English class, followed by Math, 2 classes which which she was pretty good at.. she pulled out her big water bottle and set it on the very right corner perfectly of her single desk and pulled out her textbook and she remembered 'oh shit, I've got a science test 4th.. I completely forgot' she thought and twirled her thumbs in her beautiful silky hair.. the day dragged on and she kept drinking from her bottle, filling her bladder, she didnt have a really big bladder, so 4 little bottles of water was enough to fill her little bladder. When it was lunch time a few hours later, she was studying for her science test, she was with Jessica again sitting outside as guys walked by and she had her legs spread and guys walked by looking and peering up and she giggled, but Jessica noticed that she was squirming pretty badly "Kayls?" "Yeah?.." she said and turned her legs facing her and tightened her big thighs together "You gotta pee?" She smirked and leaned forward looking up to her on the table, kailey blushed with a red hot face "Maybe.. yes very badly, but I've gotta study for this damn science test, and I cant miss out or I'm just gonna forget" she said whining a bit letting out a whimper which turned Jessica on and she reached up her skirt and touched herself briefly lining the squirming and whining "Mhm, well go use the bathroom you've still got 5 minutes" she giggled and kailey nodded and went to use the bathroom, and when she found it and went inside all the stalls were full and there was girls waiting right in line 'oh my God are you fucking kidding me..'she said and left and went to get her stuff and Jessica was there on her phone "better?" She asked smiling "The bathroom is fucking full" kailey groaned and got her stuff and put it in her bag "Well the bell is gonn-" and as Jessica said that the bell rang and kailey groaned "Mr Macdonald better let me piss.." she said "If not you could go in your panties" Jessica said giggling "No, that's disgusting I dont wanna ruin them and thats so embarrassing" kailey said bouncing up and down squeezing her thighs "Suit yourself" Jessica said and walked off and kailey thought 'Why would she want me to wet myself?.. that's so weird surely it must feel so gross, what a weirdo' and she ran to the last class with her legs clenched and got in her assigned seat right on the middle row on the far left side of the class and set her bag down And when the bell for class rang her teacher walked in and closed the door and passed out the tests to everyone and when he stopped at her table she tapped his shoulder "please.. may I use the washroom?" She said and he shook his head no "You had your chance, so hold it" he said and went and sat at his desk "You may begin" he said and everyone put their heads down and started and so did kailey.. she was so desperate to go she could burst right there, and she still had an 1:15 to go.. she had to try and hold it as best she could.. Midway through the test she was just over halfway done and she was really really needing to go.. and she had her left hand shoved up her skirt clenching her panties, which were surprisingly still dry. But then she let out a leak and she felt a tiny little wet spot which didnt bug her but it meant she wasn't able to hold for much longer.. and she kept on holding it. Throughout the class she kept leaking dampening her panties a bit and she started to panic 'no no no no.. this cant be happening' she said so faintly and let out a spurt into her panties and she whimpered.. they were pretty damp, she lifted up her skirt slightly and saw they were still bright pink except where her bum was, she could feel it being a bit wet and it was warm.. and she enjoyed the little warmth and there was a little bit of a darker spot near the bottom of the chair and a tiny little puddle on the chair 'I cant.. I cant hold it much longer, this is gonna be the end of my life' she said and let out a leak on purpose to see if would relive stress and it didnt.. it made it worse and she grinded her teeth and set her pencil down 'fuck it.. I've just gotta go..'she said and inched forward and lifted her skirt a bit so it wasn't under her ass so it wouldn't get wet and she slid to the back of her chair and rolled her skirt up so her panties were fully visible and she groaned before a loud hissing sound came from her panties, the golden fluid gushed out at a million miles an hour splattering into her oanties causing a loud hissing sound and the splattering of the pee on the floor was loud and she hit her head against the desk and started to cry loudly as it continued to flood out of her, she could.feel her panties getting absolutely destroyed by the hot piss as it spread up the front of her panties and the back.. she continued to pee at full force for about half a minute before it dripped off the chair and the hissing stopped and all that could be heard was the faint cries from her and her skirt flopped back down covering her panties slightly.. they were so warm.. and wet they clung to her soaked pussy nicely but this was a horrible spot to have an accident and she looked down while sobbing her tears adding to the puddle which spread under the whole table to the chair infront of her as it dripped from her chair still.. "Kailey go to the nurse, and take your stuff he said and she packed up leaving her test on the table.. when she walked she left a few dribbles in the hall from her still drenched panties and she sat in the nurses office and called her mom and she rushed to pick her up and soon she got ther and she hopped in the car and rolled up her skirt to inspect the damage and.. it was bad, the front of her panties were drenched, only having a small untouched bright pink spot near the top and the patch up the back went about 2/3 of the way up her ass, and sat back and thought to herself 'that.. didnt feel that bad.. it was just a horrible time, maybe ill try again.. I dont know' Once home she showered and put on a new pair of white panties and threw the drenched pink ones in the wash, and she plopped her pink pjs again and googled "wetting" on and incognito tab and found articles on peeing yourself and why it feels so good and she browsed and browsed before closing the tab and laying down "I'll try it again tomorrow" and she closed her eyes and took a nap To be continued?..
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  16. Was curious if anyone knows of any tickle videos where the man ends up wetting his pants while being tickled (regular videos or porn, either one)? Thanks in advance.
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  17. Version 1.0.0

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    Renata totally floods her tight jeans, socks and heels with her pee
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  18. hi today i was doing homeworks and i drank coffee i started to need to pee and i decided to hold it while i do my homeworks after holding it for a while i go to the bathroom and since i feel naugthy i thought that i will let go a bit in my short for wet them a bit so i stand up over the toilet and i pee a bit, that make a tiny wet spot on my short... i let go a bit more but this time i cant stop it and i end up completely soaked my pant and my panties here some pics i hope you enjoy it!!
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  19. She was pretty cool. Seemed like a fun girl but I do think she missed the point of what a lot of her dares were about.
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  20. me too, I think the size of the file is supposed to be way bigger than 84MB. Maybe he got disconnected while he was uploading the file.
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  21. I agree with fantasyfan! Those hands are blocking our view of her nice, swollen bladder! Also, goodness! She's not being very cooperative is she? I just wanted to see how well she could suck her belly in with one deep breath.. That can't be too hard to deal with, can it~? I think she should either do that for me, or chug a litre of diuretic.
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  22. Willingly locked P1

    I can’t wait to see what happens
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  23. Occasionally I come across a weird, mainstream story related to pee. Here is one from this summer: https://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-48731431 A man pissed from a low-lying bridge in Berlin, onto a tourist boat passing underneath. This caused several people to jump up in surprise, hitting their heads on the bridge. Four people were taken to the hospital with head injuries and police filed assault charges against the man. I think this is the first time I've heard of peeing causing injuries to multiple people other than the pee-er. If you've come across any other truly weird news stories about peeing, throw them in this thread!
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  24. Well since @PrincessPeeach shared, I thought I might as well too 🙂 Here's what happens when you wear panties under your Goodnite. It doesn't wake you up or keep your bed dry. It just means you wake up in wet panties, sheets, and a wet diaper. These are from a movie I shot. Enjoy, Rach I also found this (though the video link is dead): And this one too: Oh gosh, I made a bunch of these 🙂
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  25. Oooo I wonder what will happen next
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  26. Man this story is so very great I can’t wait to read more
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  27. Oh, I commissioned that. It's an old story I found on a Female Desperation site with a few tweaks I asked for. I'll see if I can't find it.
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  28. Version 1.0.0

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    Katie returns from work in a white top and black mini skirt bursting for a wee after being stuck in traffic. Little does she know that the door is locked and she can't get in! She tries to hold herself, but it's too much, and she sits outside and hard through her panties. Amazingly, the miniskirt is pee-proof, and Katie makes a lake of pee, so her panties are swimming in her piss. She rubs her pussy through her knickers dipping her fingers into her pee puddle - even her top gets wet! She pulls down the skirt at the front, and all the pee runs off the seat. Katie stands up and turns to show you the full damage - the back of her panties are almost see thru
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  29. I do love to write omo fiction when I'm in the mood for it but I also write other more normal fantasy stuff. And this pet peeve is something I have too. I gotta be careful what I reveal about my story because I do want to keep this side of me away from the normal writing side of me since friends and family know about that. But my characters don't get around their normal bodily functions, only when they are relevant though because otherwise it's just unnecessary detail. You don't get to be trapped in boxes for three days and stay dry. They even complain about how awkward some parts of their journey are and how no book ever mentions that. And a water based mage is the perfect opportunity to make jokes about the puddles she leaves.
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  30. Alright, I'll share my suggestion anyways. Simply put, there is a severe drought [pun] in omorashi images involving birds, so I come proposing two ideas, one featuring my sona (which if you consider, let me know so I can link a pic of them via discord or so ^^) and the other featuring Kass from Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. Simply put, I wish to see them desperate. I love the idea of such a great and powerful (and attractive) avian succumbing to the most natural vulnerability of all, his own bladder~. Thank you in advance!
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  31. Something to hold you over...
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  32. Oh, I also forgot to mention: after finishing these three images, it's back to Off-Limits! for another update! 😀
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  33. Target's Bladder Strength: 7 Target's Self Control: 2 Player's Influence Level: 23 Aura Level: 2 > Distract Eric's Mind (100%) > + Cross legs (35.89%) (+0.6% and x1.1 from Pilly) Randomizer winner: > Distract Eric's Mind -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Before long though, his mind naturally swayed upon his daily anxieties, straying from a more dire objective. Work, papers, bills, responsibility, it all churned in his mind like tumbleweed in the desert wind. His laziness and diligence were at a dissonance. The bus jumped with every pothole so much that it was indistinguishable from a magnitude 10 earthquake. Eric's bladder did not appreciate it and forced Eric into anger against his will. The bus made a 130 degree turn onto an uphill road almost sending the oblivious bus population off of their seats causing them to finally lift their heads off their phones. Eric Found himself dedicating more effort to holding onto his seat than his bladder, and felt a concerning familiar feeling as pee traveled down towards the exit. He quickly grabbed his crotch for a moment, realizing that it wasn't a very appropriate thing to do in a public setting. He caught some looks, but no words. He let go in a few seconds after he got it under control. The bus kept rolling up the hill constantly making Eric slide in his seat. Finally they were atop, and the road straightened out once again. Eric glanced at his watch. 40 minutes remained until his arrival, and it didn't sit well with him. His thoughts returned and he left into his mind once again. He thought about his house, and how he'd pay it off, and how by then he'd be promoted, and how he would save up for a car so he wouldn't have to jump on potholes on a bus, and how he would befriend his boss, and a bunch of other things. It carried him through 30 more minutes of the ride before his bladder, which was becoming increasingly frustrating, sent him another distressing signal. He needed the help of his hands once again. > "I should hold myself. Preventing an accident is more important than what people will think about me" > "I should hold myself. Maybe it won't look like I'm desperate. I could try and hide it" > "I shouldn't hold myself. I come home from work every day on this bus. It's likely that people will remember me and it will be awkward" > "I shouldn't hold myself. I don't want people to think I'm desperate" > "Whatever, I should just pee myself because I live in a simulation and I will vanish from existence right after" > Don't intervene
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  34. Here is a math problem for you: What do you get when you combine a nerdy dominatrix and a popular cheerleader? The answer is this video. This sexy bondage scene features Alisha as our cheerleader and Sosha as our dominatrix. Throughout high school, Sosha has been bullied and teased by Alisha, the popular cheerleader. In an especially heinous incident, Alisha even started a rumor that Sosha wets her pants. Now Sosha has the opportunity to get revenge. She has Alisha tied up in her basement, and Alisha is desperate to pee. To get even with Alisha for the embarrassing rumor she started, Sosha tickles and teases Alisha until she actually pees in her panties. After Alisha pees, Sosha leaves her tied up in her wet underwear while she walks off to contemplate what else to do to her.
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  35. I’m back! (I think lol) I’m going to my cousins tomorrow so I won’t be able to make any videos then but I might post one later today idk :3
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  36. Version 1.0.0

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    As requested in a thread! I hope it isn't a reupload - if it is, then it has no reason to be re-uploaded.
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  37. So today Ive had a 2 hour driving test and before it I was downing coffee left right and centre! Not a good idea meeeee! I normally have a bladder of steal and thought it would be ok! So I was doing my lesson as normal and then notice the seatbelt digging into my bladder more and I start fidgiting about. I got desperate pretty quickly and I knew I wouldn’t be allowed to stop anywhere to go which also made me a bit excited go. But I nearly got into a crash (not my fault) and accidently leaked quite a bit into my panties which was hot and embarrassing! I was so nervous about it that more came out and I was quite wet! Thankfully it didnt soak through to my jeans. Im still holding now im home after nearly 3 hours. I wanna let it out soooo bad hellppp!
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  38. Let’s not get into logistics or anything, but let’s say that she accidentally made it so that toilets would disappear when she got close to them...
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  39. The School Trip - Part 4 Lula took a few deep breaths and yawned. She shifted on her side and separated her toes, wiggling her feet and stretching out her legs. Her left leg began to creep out of the cover and off the side of the bed. As she twitched she felt bloated and strained in the stomach and immediately curled back up, What… what was that? She felt a limb stretch out and brush against the back of her legs. Whatthefuck. Lula snapped her eyes open and held her breath. She didn’t recognise the walls in front of her. She grabbed the duvet tightly and winced. There was a faint breathing form behind her. She felt the mattress budge as a weight moved. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh no. Oh fuck. Lula suddenly remembered where she was. The room was ambient and was dimly lit by the rising sun outside. The curtains gently swayed in the breeze let in by the window. Lula felt her heart rate start to increase. She had fallen asleep facing away from Tom and woke up in the same position so obviously hadn’t moved much. She started to recall what had happened the night before. The room was cold. She pulled her foot back under the cover which had retained a lot of warmth. With every movement however, she felt her stomach ache and her bladder swell. Her body was naturally tensed and holding the morning’s pee. Lula couldn’t turn around to face Tom. She felt elated but so incredibly nervous and anxious and flustered. She smiled hopelessly at herself at what she could remember before getting into bed. She felt safe where she was but knew she couldn’t stay. I have to get back. I can’t be found here. I can’t wake him up. I can’t look at him. Oh wow. Uh. I need to go back. I need to… go. Christ. I need to piss. NO. Not here. Don’t be so fucking stupid. Just sneak back to your room. Without turning to face Tom, Lula slithered out of the cover one limb at a time. She pressed the toes of her right foot on to the carpet below as she rotated onto her front. She had forced herself into a really awkward position with her left leg still in the bed. The duvet pulled as she turned round. Tom sniffed quietly which turned into a slightly louder snort. Lula froze. With her left foot on the floor, she supported her own weight and placed her right palm on the floor too. In one sure movement she pulled the rest of her body to the floor with a thud. What the fuck are you doing? Lula’s heart was still pounding away. She felt like Kayako from The Grudge, almost on all fours on the floor feeling really awkward. She shivered as a gust of brisk air lifted the curtains and frisked her bare legs. This didn’t help the bladder situation. As well as getting off the bed, Lula was focusing on holding her pee too. Ooohhhhh damn. Lula looked up and slowly began to stand. Her legs were slightly apart as she supported herself. Tom seemed to still be asleep. She pressed the button on her phone and it read 07:47. I should be able to get back. She knew she had to be quick. Picking up her phone she took one last look at Tom asleep. Her heart throbbed as she couldn’t help but smile. She could feel her dimples carving away at her cheeks. Just looked at him made her feel giddy. Are we a thing now? Are we… Do I have to ask him? Will he ask me? Oh my God. Wow. This is… Go. Just go! Lula felt terrible and felt like she was bailing but she knew she couldn’t be found in Tom’s room. She tiptoed over the floor to the door. Slowly, quietly, she pushed down the handle and creaked it open enough to listen for anyone moving around. She bobbed up and down on the spot as she carried on holding. There were no sounds. Lula quickly slipped through the door and held it as it closed. The lock clicked. *badum badum badum badum* Trying to waste no time, Lula daintily crept through the corridor on her tip toes, freezing at every creak of the floorboards. No no no no. Come on, come on, come on, come on. Lula began to scrunch up her face as she darted past the bedroom doors. Despite the excitement she now felt vulnerable. What if she was found? What if a teacher was getting ready to knock on doors? What’s her explanation? She coulnd’t think of anything other than being quiet and holding her pee. As Lula crept past Rosie’s door she considered knocking and going in. She had so much to say. SO much to tell her friend. Rosie’s room also had the closest toilet. She’s probably asleep. I could stop and listen? No. Can’t. Too much time to wait. Just get back. Ooohhhhh. Without too much hesitation, Lula carried on through the corridor, peering around corners and tyring to be as quiet as possible. There it is! Oh yes yes yes yes yes. Lula’s focus was totally on getting to the toilet now. As she moved around she couldn’t strain too much as her bladder was bloated enough to make her stomach ache and balloon out slightly. She felt on the verge of having a genuine accident. Turns out excitement and fear were a bad combination when desperate for a pee. She placed a hand on the door to her bedroom and fumbled with her phone case to get the key card out. Come on, come on, come on, come on. She bobbed from foot to foot as she fought with her phone. Pleeasseee. Come on. Nooo. No no no no. As she placed the card to the pad she felt a small trickle of pee. Lula winced and took a sharp inhale of breath. She clamped herself again and forced her thighs together. The pad bleeped and the lock clicked as she pushed down the handle and almost fell into her room. Everything was as she left it the night before. It looked tidy and unlived in. Lula began to feel slightly guilty. The door locked behind her. Lula’s whole body was trembling as she held back the dribble of pee. She was losing the fight. She leapt forwards and pushed open the door to the en-suite. As her left foot left the carpet and tapped the cold laminate flooring she flinched and stumbled into the door. As she flinched she inhaled and momentarily lost the ability to tense. A small wave of warmth spread through her underwear, She felt a few drops land just above her knees. She was making a quiet whimpering sound. She had so almost made it. Just a few more… As Lula bent down to pick up the toilet seat she put pressure on the bloating in her stomach and the flood gates opened. Lula took another sharp inhale as she lost all control. There was about a second of hissing before the sound of falling liquid onto hard floor. As she began to wet her hands slipped on the toilet seat and it crashed back down making a loud plastic on plastic sound. This made Lula jump and push harder for a second. The rush of warm pee pillowed against her skin and her underwear and trickled down her legs onto the floor. She could feel the pee splatter onto her feet and as it began to pool underneath. Lula dropped to her knees. There was a shallow splash as she hit the floor. She was breathing deeply. She looked down to see her pee fall. Her light grey pyjama shorts were loose enough to et most of the pee out of the leg holes but she could see where some of the material was getting soaked. She closed her eyes and let it happen. As she peed she remembered saying those words to Tom. She remembered the kiss. The warmth. The comfort. The emotion. She moaned as she throbbed. The release of the pee was making her sensual. Every emotion felt amplified. Lula slid a hand underneath the shorts and cupped the outside of her soaking cotton knickers. She felt the force of the stream against her skin. She groaned. With one hand clasping the toilet, supporting her weight, she slumped onto the floor and felt her backside splat into the puddle. She moved her middle finger gently over the stream of pee and felt it separate around it. She imagined Tom’s hand there instead. This made her body jerk. The pee began to die down. Lula knew the comfort and security of being alone allowed her to enjoy these moments more. The fact she hadn’t planned this made it ever more exciting and without the risk of being seen. As the pee stopped she began to feel the wetness of her knickers. She was still throbbing. She was still heavy with emotion. As she moved her fingers around on top of the knickers she let go of the toilet, placed the spare hand into the puddle and straight onto a breast. Her almost locked open as she let out a moan and a few erratic breaths. As the feelings started to subside, Lula had her eyes closed and was regaining control of her breathing. She crossed her legs. There was a patter of liquid as she adjusted her calves. The now cool liquid was soaking most of the lower half of her body. In the excitement of the moment she slapped her hands back on the floor to just make sure it wasn’t a carpet. It wasn’t. Oh. Oh. Good. Pee dripped to the floor as Lula began to stand up. She turned to look in the mirror above the sink. Her upper body was dry except from the one dark, wet hand print on her breast. She looked down at her shorts. They were mostly dark grey. The loose material was creased and stuck to her legs. She could make out shiny streaks of wetness down her thighs and knees. Still looking down, she squeezed and forced out the last dribble of pee. It pooled against her crotch then fell to the floor. Thinking back to Rosie’s room the night before, Lula decided she’d shower in the clothes to try and wash them at the same time then leave them on the radiator to dry during the day. As for the floor, she had no option but to use one of the two towels which had been provided by the hostel. Annoyingly, they were white, Lula was worried they’d stain yellow but she had nothing else to use. She decided she’d spray them with perfume after her shower at least. What a night. What a morning.
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  40. Well, the original was just missing the final chapter, but also had some serious consistency issues and a lot of it just didn't feel right making me not want to write it anymore. Most of the added content you've already seen at this point - some spread through the chapters, and one whole new chapter right in the middle. This of course in addition to lots of minor changes in phrasing and personality. I've also set up some minor things for a possible sequel or spin-offs that I may or may not write (absolutely no promises, I just gave myself the option), but in a less restrictive fashion like bigger time skips, more variation in setting and allowing me to not have to keep track of where individual clothing items are etc. This story is called "weekend" and we're on Monday so this is gonna be the final chapter. I think rewriting it literally took me twice as long as writing the original despite only going from 9 to 11 chapters. Anyway it's finally done. I posted the first chapter over 7 years ago lol. Monday part II - Get Out That last part sent shivers down Julie's spine. Kathy had known about the purple poppies all along? But, what struck her more was the sentence about her parents. She felt really uncomfortable combining this letter with the argument she just heard. Her grandmother always seemed so nice to her, but now she started thinking that maybe she wasn’t that good of a person after all. And the way she reacted to her mom… something was off about that, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She heard footsteps approaching again, and she quickly put the letter back in the book and the book in her bag below all her clothes just in time before the door swung open. “Get your stuff, we’re leaving,” her mother said loudly and impatiently. Julie thought it best to quietly obey and not say anything. As she stood up and started walking, she noticed how the pull-up barely felt different than panties. She went downstairs and put her bag at the front door, then went into the kitchen, where her grandparents were quietly speaking to each other, but immediately stopped as soon as Julie walked in. She quietly said down at the kitchen table as her grandmother gave her the breakfast she just made. 5 minutes later she was joined by Kathy, and they ate quietly, tension still in the air. After about 10 minutes, their parents came in and announced it was time to leave. “Don’t you want to eat breakfast before?” Kathy asked. “We’ll eat when we get home,” their father answered, “we’re leaving now.” The girls quickly finished their meals, and both Kathy and Julie hugged their grandparents goodbye, but their parents didn’t say a word as they got their bags and went out the door. On the way back, Julie’s father tried to strike up conversation several times within the first 15 minutes, before giving up. Her mother was just quietly looking out the window, still seemingly angry. All she said was “I swear, she puts something in the food or water that causes this,” when he tried to change the topic to something more upbeat. Julie’s sister seemed just as lost in her own thoughts as she was. Julie was thinking about trying out all the different parts of the purple poppy, and about how she went from being devastated at her accident on the way there, to being completely okay with it in just a few days. It seemed as though nothing could ruin her mood since she found the field of poppies, even though the whole ordeal this morning definitely should’ve. It explained a lot of her sister’s behavior surrounding her accidents too. She had always thought it strange how Kathy sometimes seemed content to just have accidents all the time, but if she was using those poppies Julie finally understood. She thought back to all the times she remembered Kathy just carelessly peeing herself, and being so confident about it she wasn’t even teased for it when it happened at school again, while Julie always was. She still couldn’t imagine being okay with having an accident in public where everyone could see her, but apart from that all her shame about it just seemed gone. Then her train of thought got to her grandmother. How her perception of her had changed this weekend, from finding those photos, to her being so supportive of her when she realized Julie had found the poppies, and how she suddenly turned around to being so manipulative towards her own daughter. In spite of how she had helped Julie, the fact that her own grandmother had probably been adding parts of the poppy to the food without her knowing, and probably being the cause of her poor bladder control when she was younger, the image of her quickly turned around. Moreover, this probably happened to her mother too for all her life without her ever finding out about it. Thinking about this, Julie started resenting her. This was child abuse. She completely understood her mother now. Julie heard a faint hissing sound. She instinctively looked over at her sister, who was now sleeping with her head leaning against the window. Her eyes went to her butt and skirt, fully expecting them to get wet and a puddle to appear, before realizing what was happening when warm liquid was pooling around her own butt and she felt the diaper expand. She didn’t feel it coming at all! She really should not use the poppy for a while when she gets home. Even though it makes her feel so good, she should be able to regain control. She pulled her dress from under her butt to be sure it wouldn’t catch any leakage, but after about 20 seconds, the peeing decreased to a trickle and everything was caught by the drynite, the front of which was now a bit more bulky. She rearranged her dress so it wouldn’t show. They had only been driving for nearly one hour, and she would have to accept sitting in a wet diaper for now. She laid her head against the window just like her sister, and her lack of sleep last night made her doze off quickly. Julie woke up as the car came to a stop. She groggily looked around and realized why; they’re in a traffic jam. She tried to get back to sleep, but when she shifted, she felt the drynite even more prominently; she had peed in it again. She discreetly put her hand under her butt and felt a tiny wet spot on the cushion on both sides of the diaper; clearly, it was at maximum capacity. Going back to sleep would be a bad idea. She looked over at Kathy, who was still sleeping, and instinctively where she was sitting; everything still seemed dry. How the tables have turned – she peed herself twice while Kathy was still dry. Despite trying not to, Julie fell asleep again, until half an hour later when the car was slowing down for another reason. They pulled into a gas station, and as Julie opened her tired eyes she saw Kathy bouncing up and down while holding herself through her skirt with both hands. Julie felt the seat below her again and was happy to find it completely dry. “Do you need to go too, Julie?” her mother asked. She didn’t feel like she had to, but at the very least she needed to get rid of this diaper and maybe put on a new one. “Yeah, but not that badly,” she answered. As the car came to a stop, Kathy jumped out immediately and ran inside the shop, while Julie got her purse and went out back first. “What are you doing honey,” her mother asked. “I just wanna get something I forgot,” Julie answered as she tried to stay vague. She tried to get a drynite from her bag, but as her mother came looking she had to settle for her white panties that she found first. “Got it,” Julie said and quickly walked away, avoiding a conversation. She looked down and saw the front of the diaper slightly bulging through her dress, so she wore her purse in front of her just in case someone noticed. Stepping into the shop, immediately her gaze was drawn towards the pee she saw gushing through the crotch of white panties that barely concealed the privates behind them – her sister’s. Taking a quick glance around the shop, she saw she was exposing the same view to at least 5 more people, and everyone she wasn’t showing her wet panties to was still looking at her and the pee falling from under her skirt and trickling over her legs into her shoes. Julie quickly walked over, even setting foot in her sister’s puddle to firmly pull the hem of Kathy’s skirt out of her hand and down before stepping away. “I didn’t have 50ct,” Kathy said apologetically, pee still flowing all over her legs and into her shoes. “It costs 50ct.” “I know, it’s okay,” Julie said. She got 50ct from her purse and got into the bathroom herself, while Kathy’s stream was slowing down. Both the ladies’ stalls were occupied, and Julie had to wait for a moment. When she heard a toilet flushing, she felt more warmth spreading between her legs. She clenched with all her might, but just lacked the strength down there to limit it to any less than constant spurting. As the door opened, she felt the first trickles running down her legs. A woman came out visibly relieved. Quickly, Julie stepped inside, closed the door, hiked up her dress and fell backwards onto the toilet seat. Now relaxing, she heard a loud hiss and the warmth from her crotch spreading down to her butt. Within seconds, she heard drips falling into the bowl below and she felt them rolling over the back of her legs. The drips turned to trickles not long before the stream died down, and kept going a short while afterwards. The trickles resumed as Julie stood up, this time rolling down her legs, and she quickly pulled her diaper down and let it fall to the ground, where it made a small wet spot. She stuffed it into the bin intended for sanitary pads, in which it barely fitted. She dried the floor, her legs, and the drops she had left on the toilet. After trying to push out the final drops in her bladder, she slipped on her panties. It all took quite some time, and someone knocked on her door several times. “FINALLY!” the next in line said as she brushed past Julie as soon as she opened the door. Before she knew it, the door slammed shut again right in front of Julie’s nose, this time on the other side of it. She could swear the woman, whom she guessed to be halfway through her twenties, got some of her blonde hairs stuck in between it for a moment. She had been holding herself obviously, with both hands in her crotch. While she was washing her hands, Julie saw some kind of bin specifically made for used diapers as she left the bathrooms, but she wasn’t gonna use that even if she had seen it in time. She walked out of the bathroom and handed some change to the poor girl mopping up Kathy’s puddle, making her feel a bit less bad about what she did do with it. Walking back to the car, she saw Kathy standing at the trunk, barefooted, drying herself under her skirt with a towel. Julie got back in the car. “Did you make it?” her mother asked, concern in her voice. “Ehm, yeah, yeah,” Julie said absentmindedly, not ready for the question. “It’s okay if you need a fresh pair of panties too,” her mother said. “No, I’m fine,” Julie said. “You shouldn’t keep wearing them if they’re wet,” she continued, obviously not believing her daughter. “I’m not wearing wet panties, mom!” Julie said, slightly annoyed and trying not to lie. “Okay, okay, just saying it isn’t a problem if you had an accident,” her mom said while Kathy stepped back inside. “I’m going to tip the staff, we can’t just leave after that,” her father said, getting out. Julie hesitated telling him she already did a little bit too long, and he was gone. Sitting in the car, waiting, Julie saw the blonde girl that went inside after her speedwalking past the car, right in front of her eyes. To her shock, she had a very obvious dark-grey patch in the crotch and lower part of the seat of her light-grey tights, and could easily see the dark blue panties she was wearing underneath through the soaked fabric. She started fantasizing about what might’ve happened – did she already pee a little bit outside while waiting? Did she walk into the gas station like this? Maybe she did it while walking past her? Or, maybe she didn’t get them down at all and peed through them! But wouldn’t the patch be bigger? What if she was really careful? She couldn’t take her eyes off. When she walked out of sight and Julie couldn’t reposition herself to see it without being too obvious, she felt embarrassed. She should be feeling bad for her, not excited! Only now, she saw Kathy sitting next to her, perked up and intently staring outside. Julie realized she must’ve noticed too, and turned away barely containing a giggle as her face got beet-red. Not long afterwards, her father returned and they drove away. Both Julie and Kathy intently watched as they drove past the car of the blonde, who was now wearing athletic shorts and stuffing her tights and presumably her panties into a plastic bag. Julie turned her head forwards not long after they had passed her, but Kathy, probably not realizing how obviously she was staring, kept her head turned until they re-entered the highway. She could probably barely even see her at that point. Half an hour later they were home again, and by the time Julie got upstairs Kathy had already claimed the shower. She quickly put her bag in her room and hid all the purple poppy products and the pack of Goodnites in the back of her closet and put the book inconspicuously between her school books. While waiting for Kathy to finish, she sat down at her desk on her plastic chair and opened the book to start reading, eager to get to know more about it. THE POWER OF THE PURPLE POPPY ON THE MANY PRACTICAL APPLICATIONS, RISKS AND BENEFITS OF MECONOPSIS MINGINVITUS Preface This book covers a range of topics related to the Meconopsis minginvitus, better known as the Purple Poppy or p-p, a psychoactive plant that used to be well known internationally but has faded into obscurity in recent decades, fueled by a general anti-drug sentiment and propaganda overestimating the side-effects and ignoring the many positive mental health aspects of the plant when used in moderation. Just tiny doses can cure the most severe depressions and the most commonly cited time it takes to recover from Purple Poppy-induced incontinence of a year was only found in one case of one experiment, while the longest time found apart from that case was one month, with most people recovering within two weeks. The plant is also the only psychoactive known to not cause any long term damage even in developing brains, contrary to the information you will find in most media. This book will try to dispel these and other misconceptions about the plant while making sure to clear up the actual risks as well as teach readers how to most effectively and safely extract, use and store the active parts of the plant. There was a knock on the door, and Kathy came in to Julie’s room, dressed in only a towel and her wet hair hanging down the right side of her face. “Hey, sis… I’m done showering so you can go if you want. Also… grandma told me you found, ehm… the field… and have enough… stuff… to share with me…” she said, hesitantly. “Ehm, yeah… ehm… I’ll give you some to you sometime when I’ve found out how to store it,” Julie answered in the same manner, feeling kind of awkward. Kathy just said “Okay” and went back to her own room. Julie shifted her focus back on her book and looked at the index. She opened the chapter ‘Preservation and Long-term Storage’, and was happy to continue reading when she suddenly felt her bladder start pushing its contents out. She didn’t even try stopping it. She looked down and moved the front of her dress out of the way just in time to see what happened underneath. She got a funny feeling in her stomach as she watched the first wet spot appear on her panties. It expanded quickly and within 2 seconds it had forced its way straight through the fabric, causing a stream on the outside of her panties as well as inside, going straight down to her chair and forming a puddle that quickly expanded around her butt. Her vision was fixed on her own crotch, seeing exactly where her pee was coming from through the white fabric that had become see-through. When she finally registered the loud splattering on the floor, her bladder was already all but empty. Her puddle had spread around her seat, soaking the butt of her panties and back of her dress. She pulled her chair back and bent over slightly to inspect the puddle on the floor underneath and in front of her. It caused a renewed cascade of pee falling down into it, and it now covered slightly more of the floor than the chair did, with drops having spread out significantly further. She got an insurmountable urge to massage her clit through the fabric, and just continued sitting in her puddle. She’d have to deal with her lack of bladder control over the summer, but for now just thinking of the uncontrolled accident she just had and the thought of having many more of them put her over the edge in no-time. She felt slightly weird about the whole thing, but still didn’t want to change into something dry. It didn’t smell like pee anyway. She just put one hand on the front of her dress and deliberately pushed it into her soaked panties, making it wet in the process. She kept her hand there, constantly reminding her of her accident, as she flipped through the book with her other hand. She had no idea why, but she just loved the feeling of wet fabric against her skin. Like it was a completely different sensation than what she had felt when she had accidents before she had found the field of poppies. After trying to prevent them for all her life, now she was actually looking forward to her next accident. She also couldn’t stop thinking about the girl with the wet crotch at the gas station today. As she tried her best to mentally circumvent the memory of her sister’s latest accident, she finally realized she now understood Kathy’s behavior. -fin-
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  41. This is the best scenario, absolutely. Peak desperation with minimal humiliation. Most of my stories are like this -- or, as others suggested up-thread, just-made-it-to-a-naughty-place.
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  42. If you really “need” a plug, it should be a last resort. I think you can hold it just fine though! A fifteen or sixteen out of ten is nothing, you’re fine! I kinda wish you could’ve worn the belt though... that would’ve added a lot of pressure! Just make sure you don’t leak a drop, alright? You can go ahead and let all of that swelling piss out eventually, but you really shouldn’t ever pee without being told. No accidents, leaks or spurts, got it? We’ll be kind and let you eventually release! But don’t betray our trust and let any of that liquid out, or we just may have to think of punishments. If you really misbehave, we just may have to resort to plugging you and filling you with even more. You wouldn’t want that, right?
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  43. 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.
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  44. 2019101601 - The Basic

    From the album: Munio 2019

    © 2019 Munio

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  45. Thanks 🙂 My enthusiasm for posting is greatly reduced by the fact that everything you post here, gets spread all over the net. Even if you try to reduce any recognizable stuff in the pictures to an absolute minimum ...you still get that lingering paranoia, and it sorta spoils the fun.
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  46. Part 2 There was only one more parking lot at the motorway back home where i had to drive pass, than there was no more possibility to stop anywhere on the way to my house. Than the poor boy had to hold it or pee his pants. The coke can was empty but the boy`s bladder was over full. He was needing to pee so bad that he could not hide his urge anymore. He rubbed his knees on each other, he did bent over and crossed his nude, slim legs, but he did not talk about his need and he did not ask for a pee stop. I think that he was to shy or to proud to ask for permission to pee. Big, healthy boys don`t do that, they are strong enough to hold it. 20 minutes later, i think that the last coke was already in his bladder, he was needing to pee so bad that he had no other way than to ask for a stop. He stuttered something like " I..i..ne...can we please…" Again i interrupt him and talked about something else. A few minutes later we passed the last parking lot. He did not know that it was the last. He looked yearning to the loos beside the road. Than he said loud and strictly " sorry, i cant`t wait any longer". Sure i did know what for he was waiting, but i wanted to hear more of it, so i asked "i don`t know what you mean, what for are you waiting?" "For to pee" he said and now he did not stop to talk about it " i need to pee soooo bad, i am holding it for soo long, i am needing to go long bevor noon and i am still holding it, but now i can`t wait anylonger. Please stop anywhere, i have to pee now, i must pee, my bladder will burst if i don`t." I did try to help him to calm down and said" i am really sorry but this was the last loo on our way home and there is no other opportunity to stop, i am really sorry but i think that you have to hold it. I know that is bad, but i was not really sorry, i was really horny to watch this cute boy to hold it! "Why did you not aske earlier for a pee stop" i wanted to know. He told me that he has a strong bladder and that he usual can hold it easily all day if he has to, but maybe that he had to much cokes today. The boy had bad luck too, there was a accident on the motorway so that we could go only very slowly and sometimes just stop and go. He was nearly crazy from needing to pee so bad, but there was no way, he still had to hold it one and a half hour. I could see it on his nude thighs how he tensed all his muscles, with all his power to hold his urine in his overstretched bladder. He opened the first button of his small shorts to give his bladder more room to expand and to reduce the pressure from outside. His belly was now nude from over his navel till down to the second button of his shorts. I could see how swollen his tummy from his big, overfilled bladder was. I looked first down and than at him and said "You are really full down there, your bladder is big as a soccer ball, i can believe that you are needing to go really bad. He did grip his nude thighs with his hand very hard and said "i am sorry that i act like a little boy, but i never needed to pee so bad, never in my life and i did not know that pee holding can get so painful. "I am sorry that you have to suffer so much" i said to him and he answered "you don`t have to be sorry, it is only my fault, why did i drink so much and why did i not aske earlier for a pee stop". Than he asked me if i don`t need to go and i told him that i did go at the petrol station and that i would need to pee again and that i can understand that he is full to burst after holding it for so long. He was fighting with all his power against his excessive urge to pee. He said to him self, but so that i could hear it " oh my god i need to pee, i need to piss, i need to piss, i need to piss, oh my god i need it so much, my bladder will explode if i don`t go. Than he looked to me and asked "how much longer do i have to hold it? i need to wee soooo bad!!!! and than he asked if he could use my loo if we are at home, because it would be impossible for him to hold it until his home." "Sure" i answered . I wanted to hear him pee after holding it for so long. It was amazing and nearly incredible that this boy could endure that for so long. His belly was swollen, his bladder was bulging out and he was not even leaking. Next and last part , tomorrow.
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  47. Flo-Diaper-Mess-Gif

    This is probably the best 3D diaper-related thing I've ever seen :0 nice work dude!
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  48. Oh and these are her videos. I think it's a real pity she is gone. I really love these videos. Hope she turns up again somewhere. Video_Another_Request_Pooping_in_Thong_wpb_593005260.mp4 Video_Pooping_My_Bikini_Bottoms_wpb_2022564355.mp4 Video_Peeing_and_Pooping_on_my_Bathroom_Floor_wpb_1013984560.mp4 Video_Peeing_and_Taking_a_Big_Poop_in_My_Bikini_Again_wpb_1533120060.mp4 Video_A_New_One_By_Request_wpb_2097358008.mp4 Video_Just_Another_Night_wpb_2039394147.mp4
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