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  1. The year is 2035. Taki was on her way to university at 8am. She was lucky as she was in one of the most respected Kōritsu kaizen-bi universities in the country. It was a posh all girls university in Tokyo and was well renound for training the most hardworking people in Japan. Taki knew she had a long day ahead of her. It was definitely going to be a tough one! Taki entered her class and sat down with all her friends. There was a dull mood in the atmosphere as all the girls knew that today was going to be a hard, perhaps somewhat embarassing day for them. You see, today was Kōritsu kaizen-bi. Roughly translated into "Efficiency improvement day". Japan had fallen on hard times. Un-employment was at all an all time high due to the huge increase in automation at their production plants. The theory behind Kōritsu kaizen-bi was that all people would be expected to work like robots. That meant that they would have to perform their jobs non-stop for 8 hours a day if they wanted to stand any chance of keeping up pace with the automated lines. This unfortunately meant, no toilet breaks!! Taki sat her self down in her chair and got her books out. The teacher came in and delivered a small 250ml cup of water to each of the girls. She sat at the front of the class and watched them all drink. Kōritsu kaizen-bi was the one day of the week that the girls got to choose their clothing, and for very good reason. You see, as part of their training regime the girls must complete a full 8 hour day per week without access to toilets. This would prepare them for their future working 8 hour shifts in the production plants. They would also be told to drink 250ml per hour to make sure that they didn't get dehydrated. The first 3 hours passed without any problem. All the girls seemed very focussed on their work. No one was lagging behind or looking distracted. Each hour came and another 250ml was drank by all the girls in the class. No one questioned or refused, they just gulped each glass down as fast as possible and continued their work. By the 5 hour mark Taki was begining to become wary of her bladder. The need was definitely there but she could hold fine for now. This didn't seem to be the case for poor Wakumi. She was sat in front of Taki and she had caught her eye. Wakumi had begin to wiggle on her seat. Starting to obviously show signs of desperation. "Wakumi!" Said the teacher in a stern voice. "Why are you wiggling around so much?!" "I'm not miss. I am just trying to get comfortable!" "Ok! You better not be showing signs of pee desperation! You know your 3 hours from the end don't you! I have seen how much you can hold and I would be greatly disapointed in you if you gave up so early on!" "Yes miss. I understand miss!" Wakumi clamped her legs tight together and continued to work. The teacher brought around the 6th round of drinks and watched Wakumi's expression as she placed one on her desk. "You'll be OK Wakumi! I believe in you." "Thanks Miss" Replied Wakumi. Taki messaged Wakumi on their class chat app on their laptops. "Are you OK hun?" "No!!" Replied Wakumi in an instant "I can't make it Taki! I really can't!" "You have to! You know the punishment!" "I know! I just can't hold on much longer!" "Just do your best! I need to pee too. So does everyone. But we have to hold." 15 minutes passed. Taki's bladder was begining to throb with desperation by now and she knew poor Wakumi was in a worse state than her. She peared over the screen of her laptop to see Wakumi wiggling and twiching her feet around under her chair. Suddenly she heard a splashing! "Chuya!!! Are you peeing your self in my class room?!" Shouted the teacher. The whole class turned round to look. Chuyka, a chubby faced cute kinda girl was sat with her hands on her head. Pee flooding from the chair down onto the floor and flooding into her shoes. "I..I...I'm so sorry miss!! I just couldn't hold any longer!" She was bright red in the face. She knew full well she would be spending the next 2 hours 45 minutes sitting working soaked with pee. But in a weird way this was better than the struggle of holding any longer. "You will continue to work! You're such a mess! Girls! Look at Chuya, She has peed her self. If anyone else pees them self in my class today then next weeks challenge will be 10 hours!" The whole class sighed. By now there were 24 girls sat working with full bladders and 2 hour 45 minutes between them and relief. Wakumi was struggling the most. "Taki!" She messaged. "What is it?" "I can't go on much longer!" "You have to! You will get us all 10 hours next week if you give up now!" "My panties are already wet Taki. I can't hold on!" "Put your hand down there or something. Sit on your heel! Do anything!" Taki watched as Wakumi tucked her foot under her bum and pressed the weight of her body onto her heel, squeezing her pee hole shut and pressing her wet panties into her pussy. "Did that work?" "A little. But I don't think I can do nearly 3 hours!" Taki didn't reply. She just put a rolling eyes emoji. Another 15 minutes passed. Suddenly Taki heard another splashing noise. This time from much closer. She looked up over her screen to see if it was Wakumi. It was. "Stop it!! Before the teacher notices!" She whispered. "Notices what?!" Barked the teachers voice. She came striding over only to find Wakumi sat with pee flooding of her chair all over the floor creating a huge puddle. "Right! That's it. 10 hours it is next time then!" "But miss?!" Taki pleaded. "Miss what?! Do you want a job when you leave this place?!" Taki didn't argue. It was with this silence that she heard yet another splashing noise. Right in the corner of the class Yori had given up as well. The hot pee flooded into her panties and leggings, poured from under her skirt and splashed down the inside of her legs all over her feet in her ballet flat shoes. "Another one?!" Shouted the teacher. "Does anyone else plan on peeing them selves over the next 2 hours? You may as well get it out of the way and sit in your pee soaked clothes if you do!" Two girls put their hands up. "I can't hold on any longer either miss. Please can I pee.. Please?!" "Fine! Haven't I taught you anything in this class?! Look at me. I have drank more than you and my pee hole is firmly clamped shut. I could go on for hours yet!" The two girls peed them selves as well. By this point there were 5 girls sat with huge puddles under their chairs. Working beaverishly on their project work whilst sitting in pee soaked clothes as punishment. There was also 20 hugely full bladders begging for relief. Taki was one of them, she knew full well her pee hole couldn't hold out for much longer. She didn't fancy sitting with a soaking wet pair of panties and leggings for the rest of the day though and she was determined to keep her pussy clamped tight shut! TBC.....
    6 points
  2. Version 1.0.0

    406 downloads

    Here’s the panties wetting I did... I don’t really like it it wasn’t as satisfying as wetting in pants so I don’t think I’m going to do it again soon sorry it kinda failed a bit.. 😕 Ignore my gross legs lol Ill post another video tomorrow but with leggings or something in a different position I think 🙂
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  3. View File Panties wetting Here’s the panties wetting I did... I don’t really like it it wasn’t as satisfying as wetting in pants so I don’t think I’m going to do it again soon sorry it kinda failed a bit.. 😕 Ignore my gross legs lol Ill post another video tomorrow but with leggings or something in a different position I think 🙂 Submitter Kiala Submitted 12/14/2019 Category Peeing
    4 points
  4. Some times ago, i had a date with a girl, Margot was her name. We spendet the afternoon together and at the evening we had a dinner in a little restaurant. After the dinner we went to a drive-in cinema. No one of us had a pee since we met. I did feel a little urge in the restaurant, but i did not want encourage her to go to the loo, so i decided to hold it. Besides i know that my bladder is large and strong. After about a one hour drive, we arrived at the cinema. I lied the seat`s down, so that we could lie and watch the film. There was a service, so i could buy something to drink. A large ice tee for her, was a good investment for me. I moved with my body so that i pressed with my knee in her belly. "Ahhhhh, be careful, i pee my panties if you push on my bladder !" she moaned ."I am needing to wee since hours." "OH, sorry" i said. "I would need to piss too, i did no go since morning." "Me too, i did not wee since morning." she said. I was horny at the moment and i loved that she was needing to wee pretty bad and that she did not stop drinking. After the film was over, we did drive about 10 minutes on a country road, as she suddenly said "please stop here somewhere, i need to wee so bad, i can`t wait any longer, i have to squat behind a bush. I never did that before, but i have to do it, i can`t wait! Pleas stop." she moaned. "It is a small road, i can`t stop here. I need to go too, but i think we have to hold it." i answered. It was 10pm by now and we did not piss since morning. I had to go pretty bad too. Her hands was pressed between her crossed thighs, she was bending over and said "Oh my god, i need to wee so bad that all my belly hurts from needing to wee. Please stop i can`t wait, i have to go now!!!" By now we was in a little town and i really could not stop for her, she had to hold it and i did like it! I could see how she did massage her swollen bladder. She was nearly crazy from needing to wee. She told me that she would pee on the main square or on a stage in front of 1000 peoples, if she only could let it out. I told her that she has to hold it, like i have to hold it and i asked her if her panty is still dry. "Yes, my panties are still dry, but my bladder will burst, if i can`t go in the next 10 minutes" she said angry. "I think you will have to hold it much longer then 10 minutes, i can`t stop here anywhere." i answered. "Oh no! Omg, i need to wee so bad, i can`t wait, i have to go, i must go." she moaned. She lifted her short skirt and pressed both hands between her thighs. I could see how she pushed her finger hard in her slit. I think she was keeping her pee hold shut with her finger and i could see how swollen her flat belly was, from her overfilled bladder. She told me how much she did drink since her last wee, at the morning and she said that no ones bladder can hold so much for soooo long. Half hour later, we was out of this town, again on a country road, on our way home. She was still in the same sit position, bent over and her hand between her thighs. Her skirt was up to her belly, so that she showed my her naked thighs and her white panties, they was still dry! "It is enough now! I am needing to wee for so long, i can`t go on . Let me finally pisssss! Stop now!!" she shouted. I could not do anything to make her hold it longer, i had to let her go. I did fight for 5 more minutes, but then i had to stop. It did last a few minutes, before she was able to get out of my car. As soon as she was out, she pulled her panty down to her knees and bevor she could squat, she started to wee. She pissed and pissed and pisssssed, she could not stop. It was hissing loud and she was moaning like she did cum. It was incredible how much this girl could pee and it was incredible how much this girl was able to hold. Her bladder must have been big and hard as a melon. I wanted to piss beside her, but i was to hard, i could not. After she was back in the car, i pissed. It was really urgent, but i would have waited for hours more, if she had to wait with me! Back in my car, she told me, that this was the most needed wee in her life and she told me that she was leaking as she did get out of my car, with her legs apart and that her panty is already wet now. I reached between her nude thighs and could feel her pee wet panty, with my fingers. My fingers was wet from her wee, i smelled at my fingers and did think by myself " the wee of a young girl smells like a good perfume. This drive-in cinema was always a good opportunity for me to make a girl drink and hold. Margot was not the only girl that i made desperat at this cinema. I hope you like my drive-in cinema Visite!?
    3 points
  5. Hey everyone. I've been laying low. I last minute moved across the country. I moved from the state of Washington to Illinois for family reasons. I drove, and hired a moving company to move my stuff. It was a three day trip. I had to take a little bit longer route to try and avoid as much of the mountains as possible with it being winter. On the first night I stopped in Boise, Idaho to stay the night. I had my cats with me too. They traveled well. I got into the hotel and almost immediately after getting the cats settled, I laid in bed. The next thing I remember, I woke up around 2:30-3am with wet shorts and panties. I felt around and the bed, and the wetness was spread around about arms length from my body in all directions. I couldn't believe it. I felt terrible, and definitely felt like a little kid. I hadn't wet the bed in forever. Must have been a combination of stress and exhaustion. I changed into new pajamas and tried to sleep on top of the blankets, but couldn't fall back to sleep. So I got my stuff and cats together and set out for the next leg of my trip.
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  6. Taki continued her work. As bad as she felt for the 5 girls who had already wet them selves she was relieved it wasn't her. She was determined that her poor bladder muscles would hold out. She tucked her foot up under her bum and pressed her pee hole firmly onto her heel, clamping it shut tight. She looked over the front of her laptop at Wakumi who was sat wearing soaking wet leggings and pee soaked ballet flats. She was determined not to end up in her situation. Once again a hissing noise eminated around the classroom. "Who is it this time?!" Barked the teacher. "Put your hand up!" A girl just to the front right of Taki put her hand up slowly. She had her legs spread and was allowing the pee to flow freely off the front of her chair and onto the floor. "Close your legs together!" Demanded the teacher. "No getting away with dry legs and feet! You should be soaked like all the other girls!" She clamped her legs together and the pee flooded down her calfs and filled her ankle boots. "Good! That's better. A lady sits with her legs together. You need to learn that as well!" The girl looked totally embarassed with her self. She looked around at her class mates, her face glowing with embarassment. Taki felt her bladder spasm. It was begging for relief but she was not going to allow it. She re-seated her self onto her heel and continued working. Clamping her pee hole tighter shut than ever before. Just an hour and 15 minutes left!! "Right then girls. Seeing as how 6 of you have already wet your self I believe a punishment is in order! An extra hour will be added onto the lesson. You will hold until then." You could feel the tension in the room. 19 girls all suddenly felt their bladder spasm for relief and everyone of them faught back by clamping their pee muscles ever tighter. Unfortunately for 2, their fight wasn't strong enough. Both girls began to flood their panties and trousers. The teacher again checked that they were sat like proper girls and made sure that they had their legs together and their feet tucked under the table. No one would be going home with dry legs and shoes! The sound of two girls both wetting at the same time sent the remaining 17 girls into a panic of grabbing, squeezing and jiggling around. "You can do this Taki. Just 2 hours and 15 minutes" She whispered to her self as she gently squeezed her pussy with her hand. "Are you holding your privates Taki?!" Shouted the teacher. "What sort of girl grabs her pussy in public?!" "No miss! I am just... I am urm.. re-arranging my leggings...." "Rubbish. Get your hand out from down there." Taki removed her hand and felt her pee hole twitch and send a trickle of hot pee into her panties. She instantly re-grabbed her self on instinct. "Leaking are you?" Quizzed the teacher. "No miss. Definitely not!" "I don't believe you! Stand up!" Taki slowly stood up. Her bladder streching inside her stomach made her moan as she did so. "Pull your leggings down. Now!" Taki did as she was told. She slowly slid her leggings down. The pressure being removed from her waistband actually helped. As soon as they were down passed the bottom of her panties the teacher leaned in for a look. "You're wet Taki!" She said. "Why did you lie?" "I was embarassed miss." She replied softly. "Don't be! Stopping a leak like that with a bladder as full as yours is impressive. Girls! You could learn something from Taki. She began pissing her self and stopped it mid flow! Now she can continue working with dry leggings and shoes! You lot, you need to train your self to get to this ability! Taki you may sit down." Taki pulled her leggings back up. The tight waistband squeezed against her throbbing bladder and the familiar sensation of her pee hole spasming returned. This time it was fighting to hold back the flood even though it was already all pissy and wet! 15 minutes passed. 17 girls were remaining. Taki noticed in the corner of her eye one of her friends move really quickly. She looked over and saw Arkira sat with her hand rammed into her private area. The teacher hadn't noticed just yet but was walking over slowly. "Akira! She's coming!" Whispered Taki. Akira quickly took her hand out from between her legs but it was the wrong choice. Her pee hole gave way and sent a torrent of pee flooding through her panties, out under her skirt, down her bare legs and all over her feet in her ballet flats. "Oooooh tut tut tut... Another one pees her self. You girls really need to learn how to control your selves!" Muttered the teacher as she watched Akira pee her self uncontrollably. Akira didn't even raise her head. She just continued working as her bladder relieved it's self into her panties and shoes. "Good girl for not getting distracted by the fact you are peeing your self though. That would be highly praised in a work environment!" Slowly but surely another 5 girls wet them selves during the 8th hour. Only one hour remaining and only 11 girls were sat with dry panties. Well relatively dry. Most of them by this point had leaked a couple of times at least and managed to regain control over their pulsating little pee holes. Taki coughed. A hot pee jet sprayed into her panties. Once again she managed to clamp off the flow. "Just one hour to go!! please hold on!" She whispered whilst looking down at her wet little pussy. It was then that something caught Taki's eye. It was Hana. She had always been the rebel of the class. She was once again breaking all the rules. Hana had managed to pull her panties to the side and was slowly peeing off the front of her chair, avoiding soaking her skirt and sneakers. "HANA!!" Shouted the teacher as she caught her eye. "Stand up! NOW!" Hana panicked and jumped up. She struggled to stop the flow from her pee hole but some how managed it. "Turn around and face the class!" Hana slowly shuffled round and looked at her friends. "Hana was attempting to pee without being seen. She will now stand and pee her self in front of you all." Hana turned bright red and looked at her class mates. Most of whom were now sat with soaked little pussies and drenched legs and feet. "Please miss. I managed to stop it didn't it?!" "I don't care. Pee your self!" Hana did as she was told. She stood and released her quivering pee hole, a waterfall of pee flooded down her legs and totally filled her sneakers with hot pee. Of the remaining 10 girls 3 of them instantly began to wet uncontrollably as well. Torrents of pee flooded down their legs and all over their feet and shoes. "You girls are useless at holding!" shouteed the teacher. "Who's still dry?!" She demanded. Taki and 6 other girls slowly raised their hands. "Good girls! Only 30 minutes left!" As soon as she announced the time remaining Taki's bladder spasmed and a huge spray of pee released into her panties and leggings. She couldn't stop it. She looked around in panick at the other 6 of which 2 were also obviously wetting them selves alongside her. "Jesus girls! Another 3 of you?! Seriously?!" Taki felt her cheeks turn hot as her pussy bathed itself in her warm pee. It felt amazing to releave her self but knowing she was going to have to spend the next 30 minutes with a soaked pussy and pee soaked feet really wasn't her favorite. "That just leaves 3 of you then! You 3 may hold your selves to complete the last 30 minutes!" The 3 remaining girls instantly grabbed their pussies tightly. All of them quivered as they pressed their already pissy panties firmly into their pussies. "Good luck girls! You can do it!" Muttered the teacher.
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  8. This stunning photo gallery features Alisha, wearing her cheer uniform, and peeing through white cotton panties. With more than 120 exlusive high resolution photos, this gallery is a real treat for fans of cheerleaders having wet fun. In this photo set Alisha poses for our camera in her sexy cheerleading outfit, even going as far to flash her panties at the camera. When she needs to pee, she lifts up her skirt and pees through her underwear, all while being photographed.
    3 points
  9. Yeah, its one one of mine. It's ok. This clip never got watermarked, so I can't fault anyone for not knowing where it came from. I'm also alright with it staying here, you don't need to take it down. I am glad you enjoyed the video so much that you wanted to share it with everyone. Maybe, someday in the future, you might consider an HD Wetting membership? We have lots of other nice vids.
    3 points
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  11. Version 1.0.0

    14,848 downloads

    And here comes the return of the Superheroine Wetting Mega Compilation! If you missed the first one, check it out here. Enjoy superheroines wetting themselves over 50 different superheroine JAV clips in various humiliating scenarios over 3 hours long combined. These clips has been manually cut and compiled by yours truly after digging through multiple websites and blogs over many months of work in my free time. I believe there are still many more out omorashi-based JAV out there and I'm already preparing for the third compilation, but who knows when that will be done. I split the main compilation into 3 parts, each of them spans about an hour long. Some of the clips don't have great quality, so I apologize for that in advance. At the very least it should still be watchable. Most of the wetting in these clips occur as a result of fear, torture, pain, stimulation, and others. Disclaimer: Most of the scenes involve humiliation or violence against the heroines, so if that is something you dislike, you may want to skip out on this. Titles are displayed before each clip so you'd know which JAV clip it is from. If you want any specific video, just tell me its title and I'll gladly give it to you. If you enjoyed these, there's more on the way. Some of the clips I found will be uploaded outside from this main compilation, because I felt that they deserve their own shine. Most of them have multiple amazing wetting scenes on their own. So keep a lookout for them in the near future. They will be prefixed with the [SWMC2].
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    2 points
  12. She was 18 then the video was filmed OK thanks for advice. I managed to upload the vid successfully:
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  13. View File Superheroine Wetting Mega Compilation Volume 2 And here comes the return of the Superheroine Wetting Mega Compilation! If you missed the first one, check it out here. Enjoy superheroines wetting themselves over 50 different superheroine JAV clips in various humiliating scenarios over 3 hours long combined. These clips has been manually cut and compiled by yours truly after digging through multiple websites and blogs over many months of work in my free time. I believe there are still many more out omorashi-based JAV out there and I'm already preparing for the third compilation, but who knows when that will be done. I split the main compilation into 3 parts, each of them spans about an hour long. Some of the clips don't have great quality, so I apologize for that in advance. At the very least it should still be watchable. Most of the wetting in these clips occur as a result of fear, torture, pain, stimulation, and others. Disclaimer: Most of the scenes involve humiliation or violence against the heroines, so if that is something you dislike, you may want to skip out on this. Titles are displayed before each clip so you'd know which JAV clip it is from. If you want any specific video, just tell me its title and I'll gladly give it to you. If you enjoyed these, there's more on the way. Some of the clips I found will be uploaded outside from this main compilation, because I felt that they deserve their own shine. Most of them have multiple amazing wetting scenes on their own. So keep a lookout for them in the near future. They will be prefixed with the [SWMC2]. Submitter Nephron Submitted 12/14/2019 Category Female videos Clothing
    2 points
  14. Well used and time for a change.
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  16. I am so loving this story so far
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  17. hello. the story of today is about my GF and I being stuck on the road with no way out of the situation. so it starts off on a very cold morning and me and my GF are heading back to her house after staying at a friends house. so the both of us start getting dressed, i put on red microfiber panties with mens galaxy leggings on with my converse and she wearing a black top with a really thin see through black thong with really thin blue tight jeans. my GF is 5ft 4" with very short blonde hair with multiple piercings and tattoos, shes also wearing converse. so headed out to the car as our friend had to leave ASAP as he was late for work (my gf is driving) . so we headed off for a 2+ hour drive and we both said to each other "wish we had time to use the toilet" (allot of drinking was involved last night and we haven't managed to have our morning pee yet. so 15 mins into the drive i see my gf wiggling a wee bit so i ask "you okay?" "yeah I'm fine just need to pee a bit" "same here" so another 15mins go by and I'm starting to get desperate myself and she notices. another 30 + minutes i heard her whimper, and i look at her and she says "i don't know if gonna be able to hold this" i just say "yeah me too" 10 minutes later i here her moan and whimper and slam her thighs together and hear her say "oh no" at this point I'm very desperate my self and all i hear from her is "I'm okay" she asks me how you holding up? i just reply with "not very well" so at this point we are over half way back to our house and things are not looking good. I'm sitting here very Very desperate and so is she. all of a sudden i get a desperation wave and i leaked for 2-3 seconds and i instantly say "I'm fine" i look over to her and shes practically bouncing up and down and all of a sudden she stops moving and spreads her legs apart with a loud moan. she quickly closes her legs and just looks at me with a really worried face and i look back puzzled and i say " are you losing it?" she starts almost crying and i just comfort her and say "don't worry about wetting your self i understand" She manages to say to me that shes peed a little bit and i just reply with "don't worry so have i" so at this point we are about 30mins away from the house and we are both in dyer need. I'm still squirming about and shes still bouncing up and down. a couple of minuets later I started to leak and i moaned as it ran down both my legs for about 4-5 seconds and she looks over and sees the wet streaks growing and out of no where she whimpers and says quite loud "OHH NOT AGAIN AHHH!!!" and i just see a wet patch growing around her pussy area. We both gained control and looked at each others jeans and leggings shock and i ask "have you wet yourself?" with a reply of "no just a wee bit tho" and i just replied with "same here" 10 minutes go by and shes the verge of crying and still bouncing about like crazy and she just about cries out "Gonna wet my self in a minute!!!" and as i look down i see her wet patch pulsating from her trying to clench her pussy but every time she fails to do so she lets out a little spurt. and less than a minute later i hear out of no where "OHH OOOHHH OH ahh ahhhhh please no please no no no No NO" And all i see is her pussy get wetter and wetter and she starts crying, spreads her legs and the wet patch starts spreading down her inner thighs. I put my hand on her knee while shes still wetting herself and say "It's okay just relax" and she dose and i start to rub the inside of her thigh (even tho shes wet and still wetting there) and she says "don't I'm still wetting there" i just reply with " it's okay just focus on your wetting don't worry about wetting into my hand" just to calm her down and after a few seconds she moans while still crying and fully lets go into her soaked thong, soaked jeans and into my hand. After about a minute the stream starts to die down and whisper to her " It's okay it's okay just let your self finish" the flood stops and seems to collect her self and say to me "how are holding up?" i did admit i peed for about 5 seconds during your wetting and i think I'm gonna wet my self and second as well. Another 5 minuets later and leaking every 5 seconds and my gf noticed and just said to me just relax if you want" and instantly she started rubbing my inner thigh and i ask "what are you doing?" just replied with "I'm helping you relax like you did for me" "but I'm not wetting my self" "that's the point, I'm getting you relaxed to wet yourself since we are about 20mins away you're not gonna make it and might as well go so you can relax" after about 10 seconds I say to her "gonna pee in your hand" with a reply of "it's okay it's only fair" and after that I relaxed and started wetting my self with no sign of it slowing down. after nearly a minute it came to and end of me wetting my self while wetting into my gf hand as she massaged my inner thigh. we both felt allot better and not long after we arrived back at our house made a dash for it and got inside and stripped naked and we both jumped into a shower together. then settled in for the night. I asked her how was feeling now after all of that. and the response was " I'm still a bit embarrassed and confused as it's my first time wetting in front of someone" "so it's not your first time wetting yourself in general?" "no when i was 18 i wet my self in my room while gaming completely topless wearing only white cotton panties and white thigh high lycra socks. Trying to complete this really long mission and after a good while of trying to hold as this mission needed to be complete within a cretin time i started leaking and fully started peeing into my gaming chair my white panties, down the chair to down my legs soaking my white lycra thigh highs" also didn't move i just sat there for a good couple of hours since well i wet myself so don't need to go and i still haven't completed this mission. so after that story we wen't to bed and well I'm sure you's can guess what happened after that 🙂 thanks for reading through this not the best worded story as i was rushed for time while doing this. let me know what you think of this story 🙂
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  18. For my next video would people be interested in panties wetting if I can get it right?
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  19. hey y'all, Just giving a quick update for this topic. made a new album for all this stuff, sorry that I haven't gotten to your requests yet, but I hope you guys like what I added just now.
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  20. I do this quite often if I am out and need a wee. Of course part of it is my need to pee, the other part is that I enjoy wetting my knickers.
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    As of the 5th this month, I have been posting for 2 years already! I was so excited that I took the past week to gather up tons of diaper content from all the special little nooks and crannies I have and put them all here for your viewing pleasure. Since I'm trying to broaden my content a little I tried downloading videos I usually don't watch but others may enjoy and hoped to have added some models that have been highly requested. I really hope you all enjoy these videos and I will do my best to keep uploading until I get to DiaperedOnline and Diapermess and possibly others coming in June/July. Please comment with any questions or if you just really liked the videos! Included in folder: Poopy Panther Bella Marie Cheshire Penny Barber Kimmie Daisy Diapered Amateur Girls Miss Panda Pants Nikki Kaylalouise LoveRachelle Odette Many more! Types of Videos: Wetting Messing Masturbation Spanking Bondage Story JOI Public Pregnant Diaper Sex Enemas POV
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  22. Wet the Bed Friday night, my husband and I decided that we would go out with some friends for drinks after work. So we met up with them at a lovely trendy craft beer place, and ordered flight after flight of tasters. I ended up trying a ton of different beers – some good, some clearly trying too hard, but that’s how it goes with craft beer. I was still in my work clothes (in this case a black pencil skirt, cotton panties, and a purple blouse) and was getting pretty sloppy. For those of you who will know me, I’ve got a tendency to be a slightly sloppy drunk. Well, we were 4 (or maybe 5) flights in, and my hubby wrapped things up and called us a cab (an hour long Skytrain ride would have resulted in me getting up to some bad behaviour on the train, I’m sure, or having a public accident. My husband is well aware of my sloppy drunken tendencies, and often takes care of me in these situations, making sure I don’t have more, and helping me get ready for bed (which if I’ve been drinking means getting me into a diaper). Well tonight, he was about as drunk as I was, it was a long week for him and he was helping to finish off the stronger beers, and some of those craft beers are pretty strong (one particular imperial IPA comes to mind... sort of). Anyhow, he had it together to get us a cab and home, but once we were home, we were both pretty wired, so we ended up making a couple of gin and tonics, and watching Netflix on the couch. At some god awful hour, we decided to head to be, though I have only vague recollections of this. Before this fateful time, we decided to have another gin and tonic, and my hubby, being British, made them strong. I don’t know what being British has to do with it, but he insists it’s some sort of national thing, particularly after a couple. We went to bed and I remember stripping naked, and possibly mumbling something like “Hun, I’m a bedwetting risk tonight, I should probably wear something.” And him brushing it off or I’m not sure what. Anyhow, I just crawled into bed and was out like a light. Not only did I not put on a diaper, but I also didn’t even go to the bathroom before crashing. I remember waking up, and feeling completely soaked, both the bedding underneath me, and my thighs and sex. I felt about and my inner thighs were very wet, like I had woken up while still peeing or having just finished. I still felt like I needed to pee urgently, and I remember staggering up, dripping everywhere, and peeing in the washroom. Slightly drunken and sleepy Rachel came back from the bathroom with a towel, and I put this down to lie on, and I went back to sleep. I don’t know how long I was out for, but I woke up some time later feeling wet again, either the pee from the bed had soaked through the towel, or, which was much more likely, I had wet the bed again. I was feeling sticky, and hot, and wet, and not a little surprised, as usually I sleep through these sorts of things and just wake up in the morning in a puddle. I should point out that on both of these occasions, my husband just lay next to me, snoring, oblivious. Also, on neither occasion had my wet spot reached him, or so it seemed. Anyhow, my bladder was empty, and I was sober. Mostly. I just wanted to get some sleep, but didn’t want a hangover and didn’t want to lay in a puddle. So I got up, had two moderate-sized glass of water, and put down my Peepod mat, something I should have done initially, and slid a Goodnite up my sticky legs. I then crashed out and slept the rest of the night. We ended up sleeping in to about 11 am, which was lovely, though every time my husband tried to cuddle, I kept him away, worried he’d roll into my puddle. When I say we slept in to 11am, I should note that I woke up again at about 9 am and found my Goodnite wet and my legs still sticky and uncomfortable. I opted to just leave it on, and roll over, already a mess. When we finally did get up, my husband was almost oblivious to the fact that I’d had a major bedwetting accident beside him. Even after I said that I was going to do the laundry apologetically, he didn’t clue in. It was only after he had woken up a little, rolled over and felt me on the dry, Peepod pad, that he remembered that my wetting the bed might have been a worry, and then he only realized that the Peepod was concealing a large puddle, after I told him apologetically. I got up and stripped the bed, still wearing my wet Goodnite. I enjoyed the feeling of shame that is associated with stripping a wet bed in the morning, magnified by my being in a wet Goodnite. It was only after all the wet sheets, the towel, the Peepod pad and the ‘waterproof’ mattress cover were stripped did I realize that the mattress cover had failed to do its job and that the mattress was wet. As you can see from these pictures I snapped during the process, this was certainly not the first time that I have wet our bed, and that when my bedwetting issues cropped up again, that we had trouble finding a good mattress cover. Anyhow, still wearing nothing but a wet Goodnite, I made my way to the bathroom to shower. My legs were sticky with sweat (as it had been a hot night), and pee (as I’d wet the bed three times). The good news was that the water seemed to have helped and I was not hung over. Or at least not all that much. I showered off, had some breakfast and tea. Thinking about the evening, my feelings of shame waking up in the morning, and all the complicated emotions that I have around bedwetting made me very aroused and I will admit to bringing myself to orgasm while ridding my hung-over husband, who needed some coaxing, given his hangover. I’ve not wet the bed unintentionally in a while, I thought I’d share. Rach
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  23. I enjoyed sharing my first story, and I thought I'd tidy up another, fairly recent adventure and share it here. (Note: contains alcohol) It was a breezy day in Autumn, and I had plans. I'd agreed to meet a couple of friends for lunch : it had been one their birthdays earlier that week, and we'd agreed to we'd treat her to lunch before doing some shopping. My two friends lived pretty close to one another and after the usual hundred or so WhatsApp messages we'd decided the details. I'd get the train to near them, we'd walk to lunch, then head to the shopping centre. I hadn't been there in a while, but I remembered the last time I was there I'd stubbornly refused to make use of the bathrooms, which were a bit out of the way, right by the lifts and always crowded. I'd spent a pleasant, slightly fidgety afternoon browsing around, and although I don't often like holding in company, the temptation was there. I fussed a bit with my outfit - the shopping centre was always boiling hot, but it was a chilly day. Tricky. I'd planned to wear a dress, but found I had no tights clean, so there was a bit of last minute kerfuffle. I added 'laundry' to my mental to-do list for later. As I was getting ready, I was swapping my things between handbags when I noticed a extra pad in one of the pockets. I'd bought some Always Discreet pads earlier in the year, purely to play around with, and while I wasn't wild about the scent, they were comfy, and I'd enjoyed using / misusing them , on and off. I still wasn't firmly committed to anything, but I left the pad where it was and headed off to the station I walked briskly, having spent a bit of time getting ready, but I made my train , just about. I was quite relaxed on the train, and not needy at all. I sipped a little water from my bottle and the journey went quite quickly. I was a little sluggish -the rush had meant I had no time to pick up a coffee on the way, and I was feeling the need for a mid-morning boost before all the walking and talking and browsing. I got off at the other end and walked to meet my friends, on time, but without much to spare. We took a little detour through a park, and I was delighted to see that as well as the usual little market stalls they have there on a Saturday, there was one of those little coffee trucks. I insisted we stop, got myself a drink, and sipped it while my friends browsed the stalls for a bit. We had some time before lunch and checked out one or two of the shops near the cafe, and as we stepped out from one of them in to the cold air I noticed the caffeine starting to nudge at my bladder. I've probably gotten used to that ritual of a mid-morning drink and a break straight after, but if I really ignore it, that urge can fade comfortably away for quite while, so I just focused on our conversation as we headed to lunch. We sat indoors at a corner table, and the birthday girl headed off to the bathroom. I felt a bit of a jealous twinge myself, but also that strange, vague contentment I get from denying myself, feeling both strong and silly, in a way. I think this was when I decided I was consciously going to avoid breaks, although I'm not sure I'd decided how long for. When she got back we ordered, and my other friend insisted we get some wine, it being a celebration. I made myself drink a little water before our drinks came, and again before food. The meal flew by, and by the time we left, we were into mid-afternoon. By now I had a sort of warm, comfy tug of need , quite a steady feeling of minor pressure,. My mouth was a little dry from the talking an the wine, and I clumsily refilled my water bottle from the jug on the table before we left. My other friend, who was not the birthday popped to the loo before we left, saying she how much she hated the toilets in the shopping centre. This reminded me of the mission I'd found myself on, and I felt a little vague cramp from my bladder at the thought off all that walking without relief. The cold air outside seemed to intensify my need a little ,as it always does. As we walked to the shops I found I was clenching just a little as I walked, my jeans felt a little tight, and I had the occasional tight feeling of urgency, but I could certainly wait, and I intended to. I was feeling relaxed, adventurous. Perhaps it was the wine! I took a big swig of water as we got to the shopping centre and first shop was quite quick – just a few bits of makeup. I was feeling pretty in control, the slight tightness still there but nothing major. I got a bit cocky, perhaps and decided to finish my water bottle in next shop. We were there a while, looking for a present for a friend, and while we debated out choices I took regular, casual sips of water. Eventually we got a consensus and headed out. Now things got more earnest. Clothes shopping. Friend A wanted a coat, and friend B needed a dress for a party, and we had our work cut out. I hadn't quite succeeded in finishing my water, so I threw it all back in a big gulp before we got to the next shop. We headed up an escalator and for some reason standing still while in motion made me notice my bladder that bit more. I wasn't in pain but I was distracted, a little sweaty even, and found I wasn't quite concentrating as well. My bladder felt heavy, and I noticed a slight throbbing feeling start as we stepped off. After the first clothes shop I was walking a little slower than my friends, being a bit ginger with my swollen bladder but I'm pretty sure I wasn't betraying my need at all. My friend's dress search took a while and involved a lot of time hanging around the changing rooms. The waiting made me notice my need to pee just that bit more – the throbbing was building just a little. I could have sat down on the benches nearby but I stood, shifting my weight a little from foot to foot, and that helped a lot. The dress search was still on and we popped next door. I was clenching my teeth a little as waves of pressure appeared from time to time, but I was still pretty controlled overall. I spotted something I sort of liked myself, and my friends pressed me to try it on. Getting changed was actually a little bit torturous, for me, the private space, the freeing feeling of getting my jeans off, but no release. I studied the dress, rubbed my hand a little over my bladder to soothe it. I felt a little thrill for being secretly squirmy in a public space, imagined the shock and shame of just letting go in the changing room. (I wouldn't, of course, I never make a mess for anyone else to deal with... but the image was delicious!) Dress duly scrutinised, and rejected, I queued up with my friend while she bought hers. I find queues are brilliantly awful places when you need to go. Time just stops. Eventually we left, and it was getting near evening. Friend B needed to head off soon, and suggested we grab a quick coffee before she went. I have a sort of rule, when I'm holding, that I won't deliberately avoid drinks, if they're offered, so we went to a cafe in the centre. I had a green tea, and filled my bottle up again from the water station by the till. I had my legs crossed on the hard cafe chair but was pretty pleased with how my little adventure was going. I felt tense, full, basically on top of things, but uncomfortable, the throbs starting to feel a little achey now. We drank our drinks quite quickly, and said goodbye to friend B. We were pretty shopped out, and friend A (the birthday girl) had some time to kill before she had to head out for dinner nearby. We walked out of the shopping centre, and as we left the cold air seemed to give me a real squeeze, my bladder feeling big and tight all of a sudden. I clenched my hand in my pocket and made myself breathe, focus on my conversation. We agreed we'd head for a quick drink before I caught my train back. My friend led us to a pub, and I found each step a little uncomfortable after my day without breaks. I found myself thinking about what sort of bathrooms the pub might have. I interrupted that thought and gave myself a 'No, Vee, we're almost there, you'll wait til you get home', kind of pep talk. I find that holding has that sort of momentum, sometimes, I don't like to ruin it by giving in too early. The green tea had taken some effect by now and I was noticing a sort of twingy, tingly feeling as we got in to the bar. The place was pretty busy I said I'd get the drinks, while my friend found us a table. Queueing at the bar I noticed I was squeezing my muscles to keep the feelings under control. I was sure I could wait, but I was finding it was taking more and more effort to keep things composed. I distracted myself by playing on my phone for a bit,, and my friend had helpfully text me to tell me where she'd sat. I took our drinks and found my friend, who less helpfully, immediately excused herself to go the loo when I arrived. I said I didn't need to join her, and would guard our table, instead, and I got myself as comfortable as I could while I waited for her, taking off my coat and draping an arm across my twitchy abdomen. I found myself fidgeting with my fingers a little, and found the throbbing sensation was getting more insistent. My friend seemed to take forever getting back to our table. While I waited I tried to think how long it was since my last pee, thinking fondly of my bathroom at home. I had one of those thoughts I have when I hold in company, realising that people might think it odd that hadn't used the toilet at all, so I resolved I 'd dive off when my friend got back, for appearances sake. We chatted a bit when she got back, and I excused myself and went off to the ladies. My bladder twinged hopefully when I got myself there, but I wasn't going to give in some easily. I waited for a stall, slipped in, and squeezed my legs together. I could do this. I decided to add something extra to the adventure, and fished the pad out of my bag. I breathed deeply, decided against sitting down in case I failed, and got my jeans and panties down. The action sparked a twitchy, urgent feeling but I got control, put the pad in place, and redressed. I was a bit rushed, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible, and I realised the shaky feeling I get when I'm starting to find control harder had arrived. I expected it would be better once I left, so I washed my hands hastily - and wow, that was hard. The water on my hands made my bladder leap, and for a minute I thought I'd have to rush back to the stall. I focused on my breath, made myself compose my face in the mirror, I looked sort of flustered, my mouth drawn tight – and dried my hands before heading back to the table. As we talked I was hunched forward in my chair, leaning closer to hear my friend, with one leg crossed,, and the posture really helped control the prodding discomfort my bathroom trip had triggered. I tried not to think too much about the train journey home, the spectacle of a wet spot on my jeans as I shuffled home coming to mind. The pad in my knickers felt kind of inviting - perhaps after my earlier experiments with them, my mind associated them with some release, as well as that sort of secure feeling I get from some padding, when I'm desperate. The vague awareness of security and temptation was perversely enjoyable. We finished our drinks – I'd let my friend do a lot of the talking in the last few minutes, while I tried to ignore my insistent need - and said our goodbye. I made myself walk quickly to the station, hoping to get an earlier train maybe, and the bouncing of my feet of the pavement jolted my bladder quite sharply. I felt heavy, my jeans were definitely a bit less comfy now, and I toyed with undoing my top button, but decided to keep walking. The wait on the cold platform for the train seemed impossibly long. I walked in a small circle on the platform, the motion distracting me from the tugging cramps I was getting quite often now. When the train arrived I rushed on, turned towards a seat, but decided to stand, allowing myself the space to shift my weight from foot to foot. I fumbled with my headphones as a distraction, listened to some music. As I got them out of my bag I noticed my full water bottle, and while I didn't really want to add anything to my day's intake, I reasoned that I'd had booze, coffee, tea, so it was best to hydrate. I crossed my legs as I took a slightly shaky sip, then another, before putting the bottle back, trying not to count down the stops back to mine. By the time I got off I had a fairly constant throb in my abdomen and could only think about getting home as quickly as a I could. I strode off, not being able to face the wait for a bus. Even if it might have been quicker overall, I couldn't stand the uncertain wait, after being on the platform earlier. At least this way I was in motion, in control, and I walked in time to the music, every step letting my bladder know that relief was coming, an the feeling on tension started to build as I got closer to home. Even when I'm not holding, consciously at least, I'm terrible for latch key desperation. I shuffled my keys out of my bag, crossing my legs as a discreetly as I could while I rummaged around. It felt nice to squeeze against the soft dry pad. The throb from below felt like a countdown timer I had no control over, and I felt I was racing to beat it through to the bathroom. My muscles felt quite tight and tired from holding on so long, and I imagined how good it would feel to unclench them. Mistake. As I shut the door, I felt a sort of shaky judder, and a little warmth, maybe? Had I leaked a little?..No time to worry, anyway, the pad would be fine. I dropped my bag and coat, my knees feeling quite wobbly, my breath was quite tight, and I was poised to rush to the bathroom at full tilt. I made myself stop for a second, just to see if I could. I managed it, standing quite upright, dancing a little from toe to toe. I considered my state . I'd made it, after all, and I deserved to enjoy the release. All the way home I'd pictured myself sat on the toilet, panting with relief, but when I'd got to the doorstep, I had a fleeting thought of dropping my keys, or failing to find them at all, and feeling the hours of tension burst and just soaking my jeans. I couldn't really decide how to end my hold, and in a way, I didn't want to. I was pacing a little bit now, my bladder twisting and pushing at me to make a choice. I gritted my teeth and tried to think. I didn't really want to have to wash the jeans, as I didn't have many clean, and was overdue some laundry, and the longer I dithered, the more of a risk that was. So, laundry....that was it! I'd do 'one more thing' before going. I always like that as a challenge, and one I'd focused on the practical job at hand, I felt I recovered a bit of composure. So I headed off to fetch the laundry basket. . Bending down was quite painful, and I definitely felt a little trickle as I set the basket down on the floor. I made a little gasp, and started dancing a little from foot to foot. Almost there! I loaded the machine, grabbing an old pair of pyjama bottoms out as I did. I headed to the bathroom with the pyjamas in one hand, bent over at the waist now, my bladder pulsing constantly, hard and angry. I yanked my jeans down as quickly as a I could - felt as if events had a mind of their own now and I was going to go soon, regardless. I stepped out of the jeans and kicked them in to the corner in case of any more leaks. I stood up straight, pressed my thighs together for a second, The pad seemed to be pretty dry, having dealt with the leaks alright. I pulled my knickers down a little, snuck a look. I'd definitely leaked, but it didn't seem to be too bad, and the material has done its magic already. Pulling them down had a been a step too far, though, and I felt myself using every last bit of effort to stop the little dribble that escaped from turning in to a flood. I pulled them up, grabbed the pyjamas and stepped in to the shower. As I was pulling the trousers on I could feel myself giving in, the familiarity of the shower letting me relax finally, and I shivered as felt the first wave of moisture spreading over the pad, a tiny warm trickle at the side. I watched a smalll dark patch appear at the front, spread gradually down one leg. I could feel the liquid pooling over the pad as the flow got faster, some of it flowing towards the back, making the pyjamas cling there, but most of it escaping down the inside of my left leg. I felt light headed, still a little shaky, and gradually, as I kept going, my feet in the middle of a little puddle, the feeling of relief started to arrive, my shoulders relaxed, and a I gave a deep, low sigh. I held on to the shower wall to steady myself a bit, and took a while to take in the aftermath, before quickly getting in to cleanup mode, carefully binning the pad, getting the laundry done, and texting my friends to tell them how much I'd enjoyed the day out – and the wine!
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  24. Request 027

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Good God, this one took longer than I expected! Like, over 10 hours! 😅 Anyway, here is the request I did for @bibibibi! --- Anyway, here's some obligatory self-advertising: I am still taking commissions! If you are interested in having me draw something for you, you can check out my thread here!
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  25. A bad day...

    Okay so back in middle and high school I used to be very known around for always wetting my pants and acting like a baby. I could spill out many stories but theres one that spikes me the most, the first time I ever had a accident in class. It was first period and I was just starting 7th grade, at this point I was still heavily in to AB/DL and only liked some omorashi nothing to out there (guess I still had some innocence). Well as it was I ended up having a homeroom teacher that completely hated my guts because of the previous year of not fully completing classwork and never doing any homework. I never really liked focusing or doing any work at school so I always had to occupy my mind with my surroundings in a sense. Which usually ment day dreaming till the bell rang, but seemingly it was one of those days where it was incredibly hard to focus on anything, including the sexual abyss of my mind. I drunk alot that morning at breakfast only cause the food they served was uber dry, but with that the need to pee started kicking in right at the beginning of class. At first it wasn't entirely all to bad, I barely aknowleged the need to pee so I didn't really ask to go to the bathroom. The teacher then got up, presented herself to the class, just in case there was people in there that didn't recognize her, and passed out to everyone their assigned Chromebook, due to all the work being transferred to computer. Afterwards she sat down at her desk and told the class that the work was on the cromebook. I opened my cromebook and almost instantly went to the browser instead of the classroom setting and searched up AB/DL fan fics. The same stuff I spent the whole previous year procrastinating upon. As the time past my need to pee grew, by the time my bladder was bursting it was 20 minutes before class and I was getting knee deep in a fan fiction and had no intentions on stopping even though I was bursting, I figured I could read it before it was to late to use the bathroom, but it ended up being longer than anticipated. With that I glanced up at the clock and realized I had 5 minutes before class ends. Already knowing the answer if I asked to use the restroom, due to the previous year, I realized she wouldn't let me go due to it being apperently a school rule not to let kids out 5 minutes before the bell rings. My stubbornness got the best of me though and I still gave an effort to ask, as I did it was an almost instantly no, and I'm not one to plead in front of a classroom. So I was forced to wait. Getting passed the 5 minutes felt like an eternity, within the first 2 minutes I was already leaking into my panties. I remember thinking about which panties I was wearing hoping there not one of my good ones, knowing after today there gonna have to be thrown out. (They were black laced btw for those who wanted to know ;) even though that didn't help anything) I felt the warmth grow more and more as I leaked, by then I was practically in tears and holding myself, rocking back and forth not caring about my surroundings. I felt my bladder about to give out as soon as the bell rang, but an instant adrinaline kicked in and I jetted out the door only to my horror to meet the one hallway in the entire school to be already crammed with students. (It was a private school and it was REALLY small, the whole school only had 12 rooms in all, and it was only one hallway). Since I jetted out the room, my klutzy self ended up running into one of the schools biggest bully. Almost instantly he pinned me against a wall and mocked me with the usual. The only reason he bullied me was because of me not finding interest in him and dating him like the rest of the girls in the school did, I was way more into girls than guys at the time hehe, but anyways he pinned me down and threatened me. As this quick swift happened, I felt my bladder instantaneously give out. In my own horror I blocked out my surroundings and felt as my heart sank feeling my crotch fill with wetness and warmth as my bladder forcefully releases. As soon as I snap back into realization, him and his friends notice due to my facial reaction and the obvious black streak getting bigger and going down the leg of my skinny jeans, as reflex due to just getting humiliated anger came in and it turned into instant reaction to start throwing punchies. I felt as my fist hit him multiple times, but at the same time without much thought I felt my stomach churning and my bowels start to release as well (ethier from fear of fighting or adrinaline, not entirely sure why it happened as it did) it angered me more as I was feeling as I was pooping my panties too. After he fell down I came to my senses, and this is when I actually honestly noticed I soiled myself as well. With that my face became ever redder than it was before. By now tears were flooding down my face and my first reaction was to run to the bathroom. As soon as I got to the bathroom I peeked in and it looked like nobody was in there, but as I actually entered I noticed someone crying in the corner of the stall. I slowly approached her and asked her what was wrong, after closing the bathroom door behind me. She didn't really reply she just continued crying, she didn't even look up. Upon staring at her I slowly came to realization on what happened, from what I could infer from her style of dress and her ponytails she seemed familiar like a big baby, her skirt was really short and (not all to proud to say this lol) but I could clearly see up her skirt by the way she was crying, that she was clearly wearing a diaper. So with that, I sit next to her and lay my head on her shoulder. At this point she looks over and asks me what I'm doing, and I tell her waiting here until the office freaks out and starts trying to find out where I'm at. She asked me how come and I calmly explain to here what happened, figuring she would be in the same boat. Afterwards since she seemed to calm down a tad, I asked her what had happened to her, and she said that one of the kids at the school saw that she was wearing a pull-up and told everyone she was wearing a diaper, and when no one believed him he lifted up the back of her skirt and showed everyone. So she just ran and cried in the bathroom. I almost instantly feel sympathetic kind of understanding the feeling, I hug her and pet her lightly and say...today's just been a bad day all around for everyone.
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  26. so I've got my work holiday party tonight, I think I'm going to get wrecked... There's free wine and drinks and then I think some of the younger staff (and volunteers) are going out to a club (which I haven't done in a while). So I'm planning on getting rather messy. In anticipation the extra protection is out on the bed ready for when I get home, and the Peepod pad is in place... The hubby is coming along and instructed to keep an eye on me so I don't get too rowdy with my co-workers. I'm going to wear a cute black skirt, so if I do have any leaks they won't show up, and well yeah. Haven't decided on the panties... Updates to follow! Rach
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  27. shitty art ahoy

    Alright fuck it heres some sketches from yours truly of The Boy................. The Boy!!! ugh yes they are shitty sketches but fuck it who cares!! omg idk ill upload some extreme stuff soon i ❤️ mfers holding their pee for 24+ hours aww shit
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  28. My diaper's nice and wet... Aaaaand >u< Now it's nice and full too~!
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  29. Ack! Okay! XD Glad you like it lol
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  30. Amazing! Such a perfect girlfriend 😄 You're lucky.
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  31. She said she had to pee and I asked her if she would pee her panties and she did, Then orally pleasured her. I love it when shes stinky and smells like pee. I've always been open to her about my fetish, and told her in the beginning that I like smelly vaginas and peeing my pants.
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  32. It's not that difficult. You click on "Create" in the top right menu once you're logged in, then select "File Download". Then choose a category (in this case, "Female videos" should suffice), find the file on your HD, add a name, screen shots or tags if you want to and submit it.
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  33. Wake up now at morning after a big dinner, I have to say I'm soaked?
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  34. I hope this is not a repost. It is short btw. Video415.mp4
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  35. To this day, that is still (and probably always will be) one of my top ten favorite videos of all time. Thank you for that.
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  36. The new re-organization of the threads into diaper and wetting will result in a lot of necroing 😉 Nothing wrong with that 🙂
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  37. "You wanna see?~"

    From the album: New Tablet Sketches And Misc Work

    Same as the other one, only minus the bikini (and with poorly drawn parts, because I kinda suck at those in general)
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  38. I'm not sure which reason I enjoy more 😉
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  39. Maybe she was "commando" so wasn't wearing any knickers to wet?
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  40. I'm working on something big with this right now, a beer fest scenario that is very large (90 minute runtime) and has a scoring system (score points for drinking and doing fun things instead of wasting time waiting in line for the bathroom). I figure it will be fun to have a thread on here for it and compare scores and tell stories. I'd say I'm about 60% of the way done building it out then I need to add images.
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  41. Please don't hang me for necroposting lol. I just found mindlessly diapered's channel today. I hope to see some of her exclusive content here on the page. I'm not cheap or unwilling to pay, but I want to know what I might be buying. Maybe intermittent pics of her videos to show potential buyers the detailed content and video/audio quality of what She has.
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  42. Version 1.0.0

    909 downloads

    My collection of Sophia Smith peeing videos, to add to the forum thread recently created. Nudity in some of them.
    Free
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  43. Really well done!
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  44. The first thing that fascinated me about wetting was when I was about six or seven and my sister, who was in second grade at the time, told us that her classmate peed in her pants. The way she talked about it made it seem like her classmate had an accident, but also that the girl liked it. At that time I thought it was some fun little secret thing to do, so I would sometimes pee a little in my favorite red shorts. Some time passed and the idea was still there. I would sometimes think about that girl and imagine her in the front of the classroom, standing at the board, wearing red shorts, peeing and smirking. It was enough of a fantasy for a long time. My mom babysat for these two kids, and the girl, Sarah, we'll call her, was my age and we became friends. It was wintertime, and Sarah and I wanted to play outside in the snow. She didn't have any layers to bundle up in to stay warm, so I let her borrow some off my clothes. Skip past the snow angels and forts and snow all fights and stuff... After Sarah had gone home it was time to gather the snow-wet clothes and bring them to the washer. I noticed the smell. Sarah had peed in her (my) pants. And why not? I thought. The snow made them wet, so pee could make them wet too and no body would really notice. It was this that made me think back on my sister's little classmate who also pees her pants. Side note, the pee pants were red, just like my pee shorts from when I was little. So after that I began finding other places to pee. I know that it is terrible now, but one of the first places that I used to pee a lot was in a church bathroom because the floor was carpeted and the color was dark enough to hide wetness.
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  45. The School Trip - Part 6 Lula stepped onto the coach in a huff. She cradled her pillow in her folded arms. He must hate me now. He thinks I’m avoiding him. Everything’s ruined. Rosie hates me. She thinks it’s my fault. Should never have come on this stupid trip. Why would she even do that ‘game’? Lula picked a pair of seats a few rows in front of the toilet and slumped over towards the window. She hugged her pillow tightly and stared out the window towards the sea. It was still dark grey and rough. The waves rolled and slapped against the beach. She felt like he wanted to cry. She had no idea where she stood with her best friend and boyfriend? Is he my boyfriend? We both said… I don’t know… Students shuffled past and down the aisle. She ignored the passing conversations. She pushed her earphones in and began to drown out everyone and everything. She fought hard to stop her eyes swelling. Lula felt a heavy slump beside her. She ignored it. She felt a solid weight rest on her left shoulder. An arm slithered underneath her own and squeezed it tight. Lula still refused to react. Nothing happened for a while. The coach rumbled and the seats gently vibrated as it started moving off. Lula felt a tug at her arm. She sighed and rubbed the sleeve of her jumper over her eyes. She pulled out her left headphone and finally turned round. “What?” she asked. “Sorry” murmured Rosie. “What for?” Lula asked bluntly. “I was excited for you. I was too forceful” “You were a bit, yeah” “I thought you’d want to talk about it” “I didn’t think you’d follow through with…” Lula began to speak but Rosie squeezed her arm tighter. Rosie shook her head. Lula shifted her heard to see Rosie was wearing a pair of black leggings and was drowning in an oversized blue hoodie. She was cuddled up to Lula and both her legs were folded onto the seat. I don’t get it. She’s literally been my rock for the last few months and always so confident but the moment something happens it’s like she comes to me for support? Like I’m more… powerful? Nah. More mature? “Nothing happened though” Lula eventually admitted. “Nothing?” “Nothing” “That would have been really easy to admit earlier” Rosie said gently, looking up at Lula. “Like I said. I never thought you’d actually…” Rosie shook her head again and nestled her head into Lula’s arm. Lula pulled away. “I can’t keep doing this” she admitted sternly. Rosie looked up astonished. “What?” she asked shyly. “This… like… you’re happy and confident then you… have a… you know… and you shut me out. Like earlier. I don’t like it” Lula’s heart was thumping as she was admitting her annoyance. Rosie scrunched p her face. “I don’t want to be a bitch but is this not all… weird? The… pee stuff?” Lula asked, lowering the sound of her voice as she said the word pee. “I… have to live with it?” Rosie admitted. Lula immediately felt bad. She’d convinced herself Rosie was just messing about every time. “Sorry” “You thought it wasn’t… real?” Rosie asked, moving away from Lula’s arm. “Not that” Lula looked away. “What then?” “I don’t know. It’s just hard for me to…” “Hard for you?” Rosie’s tone lowered. “I didn’t mean… I thought…. You might… It might… be a like, thing?” Lula struggled to get her words out. “A thing?” “Yeah like, you like it? You’ve never actually answered that?” “Why, do you?” Rosie deflected, once again. Lula shifted in her seat. “I asked you” Lula threw back. Rosie looked away, still leaning into Lula’s shoulder. “Eating” Rosie murmured. “Sorry, eating?” Lula asked. “Breathing. Sleeping” Rosie continued. “What?!” Lula asked, confused. “Walking. Drinking. Peeing” “What are you on about?” “You get used to doing these things” Rosie continued, still looking away. “Okay?” “They become normal, right? You just… do them? Know them? Get used to them? That’s what I’ve had to do. I’d stop it if I could but can’t. I’ve wished for it to stop. I want it to stop. I don’t want to worry” Rosie admitted. Lula couldn’t believe what her friend was saying. This was the most she’d ever said about the topic. She tensed her arm and squeezed Rosie’s arm which was interlocking her own. “Could you imagine? Living with it?” Rosie asked, looking back at Lula. The eye contact felt awkward. “Just imagine. Hiding it from your friends. Hiding it from everyone. Having to try and control it. Then BAM” Lula jumped at the suddenness. “Your best friend might understand. You might be able to open up and speak about it. Admit it” Lula was starting to feel awful. Is she guilt tripping me? Is she being serious? “So no… I don’t like it but I’m used to it. I just hate when it happens when I don’t want it to” “You’re okay when you control it?” Lula mustered up the courage to ask. Rosie sighed. “Yeah. Like you” Rosie replied. Lula’s heart skipped a beat. What does she mean like me? Anyone can control it right? Am I thinking too much into this because I like it? Lula didn’t know how to respond. “Like now” Rosie eventually continued. “What?” “Now” Rosie carried on. She looked down and lifted her left leg slightly. Within seconds a pulse of wetness formed in the crotch of her black leggings. As quickly as it shone, it disappeared. She lowered her leg. “What the…” Lula began. “In control” Rosie said calmly. “Why…” “Look, if I wanted I could soak this whole seat right now but I won’t” “No, don’t!” “So could you if you wanted” “I wouldn’t…” “Exactly. The only thing stopping you if you not wanting to” “…Right” Lula agreed. “Does that answer your question?” Lula paused for a while. She’s right. I don’t ‘want’ to pee in the seat. Neither does she. But she wanted to wet in the woods on those walks home? She wanted to wet in the cinema? She wanted to wet in the taxi? She wanted to wet the bed? She wanted ‘me’ to wet the bed? She wanted to wet last night after the beach? She didn’t want to this morning. OH! She WANTED to those other times. She DOES want to. Sometimes? Maybe? She knows she can control it but… for ease? She knows she can get away with it? No one knows? She likes it? “I think so?” Lula questioned. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Whether you understand all that? And I think you do otherwise you wouldn’t have when I’ve asked?” Lula didn’t respond. She knew Rosie was right. She was oh so right. “Well?” Rosie asked. How does she always go from confident to victim to confident again? “Well what?” Lula asked with ignorance. “Why did you agree to do it all those times?” Lula felt her face pulsating with heat. “Because yoouu wanted to…too?” Rosie asked. Lula clenched her right fist and tightly grasped the pillow. She wanted to close her eyes and go to sleep. She wanted this conversation to be over. She sighed. “I…” she began. “Like it?” Rosie asked. Lula took a deep breath. She slumped her head into the back of the seat and tilted her head to look out the window. She slowly nodded. Rosie smiled and snugged back into Lula’s arm. The two said nothing for the rest of the journey. Lula opened her eyes to the sound of Mrs. Jones talking about cleaning the coach. She took a deep breath and rubbed her eyes. Rosie was still asleep and leaning into Lula’s left side, her arm still interlocked with Lula’s. She gently prodded Rosie who choked slightly and sat bolt upright. “Huh? Oh” she spluttered as she realised they were back at the school. She looked at Lula and they exchanged smiles. Nothing needed to be said. One by one the students stepped off the coach and back out into the bitter cold winter air. School had finished about half an hour ago so they were the only students around. A few cars were waiting in the car park. The exhaust fumes were smoking upwards and around each vehicle. The smell of the fumes were quite strong. The cars had obviously been a while. “Hey” A bubble surrounded Lula as she was stunned to a halt. She knew that voice. “About earlier…” Tom continued. “It’s okay” Rosie interrupted, “I had an accident and Lula was helping me” she seemed bubbly again. Why the fuck did she just admit that? “What… oh… okay” Tom murmured. “Rosie why would you…” Lula began. “It’s okay. If you trust him then so do I” Rosie smiled. Lula was adamant Rosie had welled up slightly. “Huh huh, she’s joking” Lula awkwardly stammered. Rosie shook her head in silence mouthing ‘no I’m not’ behind Lula. Tom thought it was comical. “You trust me?” he joked. “I’m sorry about earlier” Lula admitted. She could barely look him in the eye. Tom leaned in for a hug and rested his chin and mouth on Lula’s head. The bubble around Lula shrunk and felt skin tight between the two of them. Her head was once again deep into his chest. She felt comfortable and safe. Tom pulled away left Lula flustered. “See you soon?” he questioned, letting go of Lula and walking away. That… went okay? “Aaawwwwwwrhhhh” Rosie whispered in Lula’s left ear. “Why did you say that?” Lula snapped, turning to face Rosie. “You’re welcome?” “Literally a minute ago you were almost crying into my shoulder and now you’re telling him?” “You trust him?” Rosie asked. “What, yes?” Lula replied. “Then you’re welcome” Lula sighed, confused. “Want a lift home?” Rosie asked, point to her Mum’s car. What… yeah, sure. “Yeah, sure” Lula said, sighing once again. “Looooolaaaaaa” shrieked Molly, Rosie’s Mum, as they walked towards the car. Molly hopped over to Lula and hugged her. “Who was that!?” she asked, wide eyed and excitable. Lula loved Rosie’s Mum. She was always so kind and open. “Who?” she asked trying to avoid the question. “Mum, stop asking Lula about her boyfriend” Rosie joked. “A… a BOYfriend?” Molly gasped. Lula’s heart dropped. She snapped her head in Rosie’s direction and put on her angry face. “He’s not… we’re not…” “It’s okay Lula, your secret is safe with us!” she reassured her. All my goddamn secrets better be safe with you both. Lula noticed that Rosie was shuffling around in the back of the car whilst Molly kept asking questions about the trip. Lula still felt annoyed that Rosie had straight up said to her Mum about Tom. “What did you both do?” Moly asked enthusiastically. “We did some stuff on the beaches and had loads of free time this morning” Lula responded. “Ooh, what did you do this morning?” Rosie rolled her eyes. “Well, we just checked the shops” “Anything nice?” Molly kept looking up into the rear view mirror to look at Lula as they exchanged words. “Just lots of stuff” Lula replied. She loved Molly but damn could she talk. *tap tap tap* Lula looked down at her hand then up at Rosie. Rosie’s expression had changed. Her thighs were pressed tightly together and her calves one over the other. Lula lowered her eyebrows and gestured ‘no’ by shaking her head. Rosie shrugged her shoulders and nodded towards her Mum, raised her eyebrows and quickly nodded. “What?” Lula mouthed. “It’s okay” Rosie mouthed back. She scrunched her face then looked down. She tapped Lula’s hand a few more times. Lula looked down also. A quick stream of liquid shot from Rosie’s crotch and between her legs. It began to pool between her thighs. Lula sat there wide eyed. “What the fuck?!” she mouthed to Rosie. “Do anything good on the beach?” Molly asked. “Uh, what? Oh, nah, it was… research? For the GCSE students” Lula was trying to answer the question and stare at Rosie at the same time. “Ahh, must have been nice to get away for a few days though?” Molly asked. A shallow pool began to form underneath Rosie’s backside. The leather car seat allowed the pee to form and spread. “Yeah?” asked Molly. “What, oh, yeah” Lula replied. She’s said before her Mum knows. She’s okay with it? I think Rosie said that before. But why now? Is she proving a point? What will Molly say? The stream quickly subsided. The black leather seat shone as the car passed streetlights. It seemed as if Rosie’s leggings had absorbed the all the puddle other than what was obviously beneath Rosie’s backside in the dip of the seat. How many times has she done that in the car? “What the fuck?” Lula mouthed again. “It’s okay” Rosie whispered. “What?” Molly asked, looking into the rear view mirror again. “Nothing” Rosie responded. Has Molly seen? Does she know? Is she used to it? Did she ignore it?The car pulled up outside Lula’s house and she gave thanks to Molly. Molly left the driver’s seat to help Lula get her suitcase from the boot. Rosie waved from the car window as they drove off. Rosie: “Not the first time it’s happened” Lula: “Will she not be angry?” Rosie: “A little bit. She’s used to it though” Lula: “Can’t believe you did it” There was no reply after that. Lula slumped down onto her bed and took a deep breath, smelling the freshly washed duvet. Her phone vibrated again. Rosie had sent a picture of her soaking crotch and her fingers holding up a peace sign. Lula: “Why” Lula’s hear began to race as she looked at the picture. She was, if anything, jealous. She’s literally wet four times during this trip. She got away with each one. How does she do it?
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  46. 🙂 I tried 1C1AFC5F-2BD4-4D0C-8DA7-017215EE94D0.mov
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  47. I don’t know how I feel about posting this but here it is I figured out how to post it. :) 4F06D786-DD8A-48B1-AD1A-DB2B1F3AD722.mov
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  48. How ghosts wet themselves is a closely guarded secret of ghost biology. This was great stuff.
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