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  1. Also, here's a preview of 6 panel desperation comics that I created for a patron. If you're interested to buy, please dm me! The comic contains heavy drinking, tight clothes, deliberate holding and wetting!
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  2. Page 28

    Since the last page I've moved twice, fallen in love, gotten a girlfriend and on top of all a global pandemic has isolated the world. But anyways, good stuff keep it up <3
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  3. I once peed into a pencil holder just to get enough relief to keep holding until the bathroom was free but that was the only time. I spent hours and hours squirming and holding bursting to go though and I recall sticking pads in my knickers once or twice to help with spurts.
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  4. This sounds, I don't know, a little Excessive, maybe? Authoritarian?? Creepy even? ??? Being Outdoors and in the Sun and Fresh Air virtually eliminates chance of contagion in a matter of minutes by all accounts. That, coupled with the social distancing and following local guidelines seem best practice to keep everybody safe. Plus, what is the mental health of staying indoors? Six Weeks of Isolation is not good for my state of mind. And I get a much needed Boost mentally every time Alice posts something new. Which is Extremely Often. Peace, Derek
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  5. Well I didn't expect so much negativity today on this thread, and that's a little sad😞 Just to clear this up, we have been only going out during evenings etc to excercise for our daily excercise (a few walks etc). So were never really out for more than an hour lately, and some of these were filmed during quick shopping trips or walks. I know I may have suggested or exaggerated some of the stories etc here and there, but it's just to make it a little more exciting sometimes 😊 Please do not assume that we are out all day everyday, as we both are working still currently. We are still distancing ourselves from everyone at the moment and not breaking any laws at all. We are curretly allowed 1 hour of excercise per day, and driving to an isolated field etc about 10 mins from our house is perfectly allowed with these restrictions to do our excercise from what I have researched so far. So I am confident we are not doing anything wrong at all on the occasions we have gone out🙂 I understand it is a difficult situation for a lot of people currently (including ourselves), but we really havent been around anyone at all and are not breaking any laws, so I'm not really sure what all the fuss and threats are about? We are not disrespecting any laws or harming anyone, however I do understand your points, but we are not out driving all day everyday, only to get our excercise or shopping. We havent gone out at any point for no reason and we have not been out all day everyday like it was suggested. We are only trying to spread a little positivity for everyone on here and sharing our experiences during this time, so please do not assume we are disregarding all of the current laws during this bad situation, because we really are not. we are just finding fun ways to cope with this situation on the chances we can get out to excercise or get some shopping. we have only actually made about just a handful of clips outdoors so far, and some were filmed well before isolation was actually implemented, so I do not believe we have broken the law at all. I hope that clears this up. 🥰 Love from Alice. ❤❤❤
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  6. Things are going beyond Rex's control! What do you think is going to happen next guys? Let me know in comments.
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  7. I have a suspicion that this is actually fiction (and should be in the fiction section), but I feel like I need to do a PSA anyway: Staying in the same soiled diaper, especially one messed in, for three days straight is a major health hazard that can give you a nasty UTI and skin rashes. I'm not sure how you could even stay in the same diaper for three days, even with that many boosters in. Don't do this, it's not hot.
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  8. Thank you!! You too ❤️
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  9. Also, here's a preview of 6 panel desperation comics that I created for a patron. If you're interested to buy, please dm me! The comic contains heavy drinking, tight clothes, deliberate holding and wetting!
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  10. Version 1.0.0

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    Plot Outline While enjoying a field trip, five ordinary students suddenly find themselves stranded in an unfamiliar world. But it soon turns out that they might not be quite as ordinary as they thought! You play as Reguma, schoolboy and RPG expert, as he leads his four cute schoolgirl classmates through a grand adventure in a fantastical realm, battling against demon hoards and fulfilling an ancient prophecy. But facing long treks, exhausting fights and sticky situations, will these girls be able to keep their underwear dry? Summary This is an English translation of the full version of Ao Kurage's wonderful RPG もじクエ (MojiQue) into English. The project was officially completed on the 10th of September, 2020 with the help of many contributors and supporters! The GitHub page for the translation can be found here. Please find the original Japanese version here. Uncensor Patch Here's an optional uncensor patch for the bath scene: https://mega.nz/file/xYNkUSbR#HPIP30eeDhjYdraOviQuJxg-41FYs2KSs-fKSFlMaEk Drag the Graphics folder into the root of the game directory, overwriting all files. A rencensor patch (for reverting the uncensor patch) is available here: https://mega.nz/file/JcMTkAKK#1xB6OxbeacrIM-oYC2Wp_XW3K2mYKwLdE9rSM1inqvc Discussion Thread My Game Won't Work! PLEASE READ. You may see an error like this: If so, please follow the instructions below to allow Japanese games to be supported on a non-Japanese Windows PC. Not following these steps is the cause of many error messages encountered when trying to play this game. Navigate to the Control Panel and go to the Clock and Region section Click on the Region link Switch to the Administrative tab Click on Change system locale... Open the Current system locale drop down and select Japanese (Japan) Click OK on the open dialogs, then restart your system There has also been plenty of discussion around technical issues in this file's comments section already, so please search around before asking. Survey: Feedback and Issues Please let me know at the following link if you have found any problems with the translated dialogue in the full version of the game. https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/FZP6TKX
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  11. 541 downloads

    Illya cat cosplay masturbation with squirting/wetting in the end. Warning, partial nudity, mostly bare nipples. New addition in the series Miyu version
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    From the album: Off-Limits!

    The long-awaited continuation of Dakota's torment is finally here! (I'm not going to say anything about future plans, because every time I say something, it jinxes it!)
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  14. Kara was incredible at what she did. As Supergirl, she could lift planes with just her two hands, fly anywhere she wanted, save people day after day and so on and so forth - and all the while maintain a somewhat normal life, except not really. All that power aside - Kara Danvers was kind of ticklish. That's how she would put it, when she had to admit it at least, especially at a time like this. "Lena! Stop!" Kara yelled out as Lena tickled her sides just a little. As much as she didn't want anybody to know, she had a kind of another secret life. Every now and then, she'd invite Lena Luthor over to her cozy little apartment and submit to her. Something about Lena's natural dominance made Kara want to do anything Lena said. "You're just really cute when you squirm in that new suit," Lena smiled a little bit evil. "I told you, I'm just kind of ticklish!" Kara rolled her eyes. "Kind of? I really think you're more than kind of ticklish," Lena replied, tickling her sides more. Kara jolted up, trying to resist hitting Lena so hard she put her in the stratosphere. "Okay! Fine, more than kind of," Kara broke down. "How much more?" Lena said, wiggling her fingers in front of Kara. "Okay, Lena, really ticklish," Kara said, looking down a bit in embarrassment. "Like.. laugh and punch me off the planet ticklish, or pee your pants ticklish?" Lena said teasingly. Kara looked back almost visibly offended for a minute, only because of how hard it hit home. Flashbacks of the one time Alex had tickled Kara at the wrong time ran through her head. "Definitely punching you off the planet ticklish," Kara teased back. Lena loved seeing Kara Danvers in this position, sitting next to her on the couch with that tight uniform, willing to do anything she said. She also liked that Kara had a little bit of attitude every now and then. "So you've never been tickled so bad you peed your pants?" Lena laughed a bit, doubt in her voice. She was just meaning to tease, but part of her was also kind of curious. Kara focused ahead on the TV, they were originally trying to watch a movie. "Uhhh, I-I don't think so," Kara stuttered a bit. "You're a terrible liar, Supergirl," Lena said, her right arm wrapped around Kara's side, dragging her fingers over her side. Kara blushed a bit, trying to think of a quick way to change the topic. "I don't think you're getting out of this question," Lena said watching Kara look puzzled for a few seconds. "Fine, maybe like.. once," Kara replied under her breath, her cheeks getting a bit redder. Lena smiled at her, then looked forward to the TV screen. Kara bought it for a second, thinking the whole tickling conversation might be finally over until Lena dug her fingers into Kara's sides at full force. Kara burst out laughing, trying her hardest to contain herself. "I hate you so much right now!" The flustered Kryptonian said to Lena, a little frustrated but more embarrassed. "Why? Do you need to pee or something?" Lena teased. Kara looked down for a second, her cheeks now pretty red. "Use your words, Kara." "Well, yes, but I -" Kara got cut off. "I think you should hold it." Lena said. Kara looked at her, trying not to show too much frustration on her face, she couldn't give Lena that satisfaction yet. Kara knew Lena had a wetting kink, Lena told her she'd done it with a few of her partners, but Kara had never tried. "Okay, I'll try," Kara said, still red in the face. Immediately after saying that, she felt Lena tracing her fingers over her side again. She hated it but loved it at the same time. Lena admired Kara, her long blonde hair, how she managed to look so regal in her Supergirl outfit, even this new one with the tight pants. She loved it when Kara would submit to her, call her mistress, beg or anything. Lena just loved being in control. Kara took this time to regain her composure. She really had to pee, and she really didn't want to admit it. To pee her pants in her uniform? She'd probably be the first superhero to do that. Probably not a good look. Suddenly, the TV turned off, she looked over to see Lena with the remote in her hand as she took her other arm out from behind Kara. Lena tossed it to the side, and got on Supergirl's lap. Kara could feel Lena's tight denim jeans rubbing against her outfit. Lena looked down at Kara, putting her hand on her face and softly pulling her in to kiss her. In the tender moment, Lena used the element of surprise to give Kara a little tickle attack. "Lena! Mistress, please," Kara begged, quickly pulling away from the kiss and giving her the puppy-dog eyes that always made Lena's heart melt. Lena stopped for a second, but kept going. It took all of Kara's raw strength to not flail her arms and hurt Lena, and with that she suddenly lost control of her bladder - but only for a split second. "L-Lena! Please, I leaked!" Kara said out loud, not even realizing what she had just admitted. Lena looked down at her again, Kara's back against the couch and face full of the cutest nervous expression she'd ever seen. She looked down further, and realized Kara had actually leaked a bit in her pants. A small baseball sized wet spot that was a dark, wet navy blue surrounded her crotch area of the deep blue pants. Lena gasped mockingly, putting her hand to her mouth. "Did Supergirl just pee her pants?" Lena said teasingly. Kara was squirming desperately underneath her, she couldn't even find the words to reply, but she had to say something. "Please, Lena? I see the bathroom just literally over there!" Kara said in a fury, pointing to her apartment bathroom. Lena had that evil expression on her face again. "No, I definitely want to see you pee your pants, Kara. Or should I say Supergirl." Kara blushed hard. She couldn't just.. obey, could she? To be continued. -- So this was a little something I wrote up pretty quick, I think it's kind of cute. If ya'll like it, I'll do a continuation! Might throw some other characters in there.
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  15. 798 downloads

    Cute Blonde I found the other day
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  16. The idea of wetting myself during lecture came to me basically the very second I heard that my classes would be transferred to an online format, so of course, I had to go through with it. Earlier in the day I had smoked some weed with one of my friends (it was on 4/20) and since I get cottonmouth pretty intensely when I smoke, I was drinking a ton of water! I had gone to the bathroom once while he was over, but by the time he left--about 30 minutes before my class started--I already needed to go again pretty badly. Looking at the clock, I pondered: could I make it all the way through class? At this point it was difficult to tell, but I was determined to try. I kept drinking small but frequent sips of water to keep me hydrated. By the time class started, I REALLY needed to pee. The water hit me a lot faster than I expected, and by the time I logged on, I knew I wouldn't last an hour and a half. I turned on the video camera as normal (audio is always off) and watched lecture. Or, I would have watched lecture, except I needed to pee so bad and I was so hyper aware of how I looked that I just kept watching where it showed my video feed to make sure I wasn't letting my desperation show to any of my classmates. In my seat, I was squirming, pressing my legs together, squeezing tight to prevent myself from leaking on accident. Through some choice hip movements and repositioning, I finally got to a place where I felt like I could hold a little longer. My professor requested we open our books to a certain table he was referencing. I was forced to move my hand from holding myself to grab the book that was on the chair next to me. My legs were shaking as I opened the book and slowly located the correct page and I was able to regain control of myself, hands-free. A spike of desperation hit me as his explanation droned on and I instinctively removed my hand from the book and SHOVED it between my legs. Then I remembered I was on video and quickly checked my feed to make sure my face wasn't bright red. I wondered if anyone had seen me. Only my shoulders up were visible but the sudden motion could've seemed out of place. My expression was slightly pained. It was getting a lot harder to hold, now 30 minutes in to the class period, and I definitely would not make it to the end. I had to get up to get some more water. I carefully stood and slithered out of view of the camera, cramming my hand back into my crotch the second it was safe to do so. I made all the scrunched faces I could and hopped around pee dancing before returning back to lecture. I had to keep my hand on my crotch at all times at this point or I would absolutely lose it. It was around the 45 minute mark that I felt my bladder finally begin to give way. My professor was talking, and writing, and my classmates were watching him, and I was slowly losing control of myself, desperate to keep a straight face. The harder I tried to hold the less relaxed my face was, but relaxing my face meant losing control. I opted to keep a neutral expression and... I leaked. "Oh my god," I thought to myself, "I'm pissing my pants in class. Oh my god. I'm having an accident." I tried to mask my expression of horror and embarrassment with one of slight confusion, as the weak but steady trickle of pee began to permeate my underwear and puddle beneath me on the chair. I kept trying to hold it in but my muscles could only squeeze so much, and before I knew it I could hear drips of piss on the floor. I was mortified. I pushed my laptop camera up and put my head down slightly so only my forehead would be visible. I couldn't control my facial expression anymore. I let my muscles relax in defeat and allowed myself to release all over my shorts, all over the chair, all over my floor, camera still running, lecture continuing on. My breath was heavy. I raised my head again, and did a quick survey of the damage of my lower half. I was absolutely soaked and a large puddle surrounded the chair. I could feel my face flush with embarrassment, and I looked at my video feed again. Luckily the camera luckily barely registered it. My classmates looked as normal. As far as I know, nobody had noticed. I stayed there for about 10 more minutes before my professor decided to end lecture. Every movement in my wet seat reminded me of my bad behavior. Sorry I don't have any pictures but I hope y'all liked the story! Stay home and stay safe!
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  17. So here in the UK we're being battered by snow. As a country we are hopeless when it snows. All the transport stops, public services struggle, and we always seem totally unprepared. Talking about being unprepared... that's where I come in. This experience... event (whatever you want to call it) may or may not have happened tonight, who knows. I was unprepared because I ran out of snacks and nice feel good food. I like snacks and feel good food. I only realised this when i had spent the evening eating all of my snacks and feel good food; thinking i had more, obviously. I was content in my ball of warmth in bed doing a film marathon and ignoring uni work. At about 21:00 ish I was hit with the dilemma: Do I stop being a total pig and stay in my nice warm bed OR Do I follow my cravings and brave the super cold conditions outside to indulge the fact I want to be a pig and keep eating. I chose the latter. At this point I was already in some nice fleecy joggers and a t-shirt and hoodie. The joggers seemed impractical to wear in the snow though, as the wind is causing the snow to pile up and be deeper than it should be. Damn wind. I should mention at this point I wasn't even thinking of pee stuff. I've been quite good the last few days and tried hard not to play around as I've actually been trying to do uni things. I didn't even really need to pee badly before I went on my little adventure. I changed out of the joggers and put on a pair of warm leggings and a pair of black jeans. I thought the jeans hugging the leggings against my skin would retain the warmth. i pulled on a pair of socks and a thicker pair over those. I swapped the hoodie for a jumper and put on my dark grey coat which ties at the waist and just about covers all of my ass. I haven't been out much in the snow (because I fecking hate it) so tried to be as prepared as possible for the cold. I went for my thin pair of woolly gloves, as they are the only ones I own, a scarf and a beanie style hat also. And off I went to the small Tesco shop that was a good 10 minute walk away without snow. Becca you idiot. I had slipped on my ass before even leaving the street my accommodation is on. My face felt like it was being splintered by ice cold splinters. Did I mention it's windy as well? The snow isn't that heavy but instead of going downwards it's coming face-wards. Despite the conditions, the snow drifts looked very pretty. Much longer than 10 minutes later I got to Tesco, got my chocolate and biscuits and all those good healthy things and trotted back down the road I came. This is when it hit me. I had ignored any bladder feelings until now as i was focusing too much on not slipping and trying to readjust my scarf so my cheeks wouldn't get frostbite. I actually had to stop walking for a bit to squeeze my legs together as I realised if i didn't get back quickly there may be a yellow snow incident. Even if I got back to my room, dropped everything, ran to my toilet or shower and just peed. I was fully prepared for that. I almost accepted that as fate as all I wanted to do now was get out of this bastard weather. As I said earlier, the sow wasn't too heavy but it was still bloody cold. My jeans and leggings idea hadn't been brilliant as both my legs felt numb. The only source of warmth down there was my thighs rubbing together as I walked. My chest was starting to ache from a mix of shivering and trying to breathe more. But goddamn this chocolate was worth it; of which I'm definitely not eating whilst writing this. I was about half way back to the accommodation before I realised I was probably at about an 8 - 8.5. I was panicking a bit as despite doing a bit of wetting from time to time, I strictly do not do anything publicly as I am way too scared and just no. So now I was using more effort to hold as well. Walking was hurting, breathing was hurting and now holding was hurting. Something had to give very soon... and both walking and breathing are more important than the other... The inevitable started to go through my mind. What if I had to pee now. Could I actually hide anywhere? Nope. Even behind a car? Not discretely. Are there people around? A few. Is it light? Only form the streetlights, which were light enough. Shit shit shit. Out of panic I took my spare hand and rubbed at my crotch to try and warm the area up, not that I thought it would do much use. All I did was make myself horny. Grade A job well done there, Becca. Now I was breathing heavier because I'd done gone and rubbed the V. I kept my hand there for a little while longer and the urge took over me. I stopped holding momentarily and felt a short wave pee touch my underwear and trickle down underneath my ass. I knew the leggings would absorb it if I leaked too much. It felt like no damage was done and I rubbed a bit more to try and spread any pee that had built up in the material. I felt a quick wave of the pee spread and then a few droplets escape down my inner thighs. I let out a small exhale sound thing. Christ I needed to get back to my room now. I came back to my senses and carried on hobbling through the snow. I checked the glove of the hand i had downstairs and from where I had been rubbing the snow had been removed. I couldn't tell if the glove had been made wet so though I thought I was safe. Literally no more than a few minutes later I was really desperate to go. As, lets face it, trying to become less desperate by letting some out doesn't work. But it was so nice and warm. Not that I had let lots of pee out but my god was I turned on at this point. I could feel the wet fabric between my thighs rub against my skin and I felt that the more I walked the more there would be a wet patch on the jeans at the crotch. It was the warmest part of my body. I was so close to my street now. I was doing so well. I was still indescribably desperate. I feel I should mention the time this all happened. I said earlier I left about 21:00ish, and lucky for me the Tesco is open until 23:00 every day. It was dark and the only light was from streetlights and I suppose the reflection of the light from the white snow. It was about 22:15 by the time I got back to my accommodation, or at least the turn off onto the street it;s on. I was now dribbling. I physically couldn't hold any longer without agonising pain. I had lost, and with only about 2 minutes until I got to my room. The dribbled had turned into a bit of a torrent and all I could do was think, do I hide and let it go or keep walking and try and get to my room, overly hopeful at the fact I might make it. I couldn't move though. I whimpered and turned to make sure no one else was nearby. I did a weird leap thing over and into a pile of snow behind a bush and looked down as my jeans started to steam. I had never wet in public until this point. I was feeling so embarrassed and helpless. I felt childish and dirty. I almost started crying as i watched around to make saw no one could see me. Fuck. The pee streamed down my legs in waves of pure warmth. I felt the leggings stick to my skin and the jeans become damp as the roughness of them became slightly softer whilst they started to glisten with liquid. The faint patter of pee droplets in the snow felt as if they were 100x louder than they actually were. I could feel both pairs of socks becoming gradually soggier as the pee drenched my legs and carried o downwards. The pee continued to spread across my already saturated underwear and puddle at my ass. I could feel the puddle spread even more and then fall into my leggings and carry on down the back of my jeans. I wasn't concerned about damage really, and as much as I was scared and helpless I was in a world of pure fucking bliss. I crouched down into the snow. My ass fell straight through the untouched layer of snow behind me and I carried on peeing. Now my legs weren't getting as damp but the pressure of crouching pushed out what remained in my bladder. I couldn't touch it, I shouldn't. But I did. I put the same hand as I did earlier onto my crotch and gently pushed inwards with my middle finger. I felt the saturated material give way and my glove because damp and warmer. I came back to my senses very quickly and everything rushed back into panic mode. I forced myself through the snow even more and ended up sitting down. I could see there was an obvious tint in the snow. I pulled the snow over my legs to... I don't know what. it seemed like the best way to hide the wetness but all it did was cool down the warmth of the pee and I sat there, feeling totally stupid, in the snow with ice cold wet jeans. Bollocks. I stood myself up, still trying to overcome the mix of excitement and shame. I kicked some more fresh snow over the accident site and all of the yellow evidence was gone. I looked down and thanked Christ I put on black jeans. The pee stain was hardly noticeable and it being late helped a lot. The snow was sticking to me though but I hoped if anyone saw me it would only look like I'd fallen in it. Still breathing heavily I made my way to the back end of the street where the accommodation is. A few lights on in bedrooms and kitchens but didn't look like there was too much movement. I thought I'd get away with this. Just one set of stairs and two corridors to go. I was safe walking in. I was safe on the stairs. I was safe through the social bit between corridors. I got into my corridor. I was outside my door. I fucking made it. If there was ever a feeling of relief more satisfying than the actual peeing, it was that right then: being behind my door after having had an actual accident, not being seen and not having been found out. I locked my door and pulled of my jacket, hat, scarf, and gloves. I pushed immediately. Whatever remained in my bladder came out and the rewetting lasted about 3 seconds. I did what I needed to do to satisfy my needs and promptly removed the jeans and leggings. They had been made damp and cold from the snow as well and that felt more uncomfortable than I'd have liked. I may still be wearing the same underwear though be re-wrapped up in bed in my fleecy joggers. If you have seen my previous experiences you'll know I have my mattress protected so wearing wet clothes in bed isn't a bother. But wow. This pair of underwear is being used well tonight I can assure you. I may even have put on the leggings and jeans again to pee through them once tonight. They definitely aren't sat in a pile on my bathroom floor feeling sorry for themselves waiting to be used again.
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  18. So I know it’s been a while since I posted but I have another story that I just had to post. Arriving at work I was greeted by an email from one of my supervisors that I had to go to a different city to grab some supplies from another one of our offices. Immediately I was happy to take the trip, after all, I could take my time and enjoy the beautiful day. Mid 50s is beautiful spring weather to be driving with my windows down. Before thinking about it, I left the office, got in my car and was on my way. Of course since it’s a road trip, I stopped and got a large iced coffee (what’s a road trip without iced coffee). The drive took about 40 mins on the highway as I sipped on my coffee and was quite relaxed. Getting to the other office, I was immediately greeted and they had most of the supplies I needed. As I was going through the list, I realized they had missed some items so I was stuck waiting another half hour. Getting rather impatient with them, I got the other items from them, put them in my car and jumped on the road again. Wanting to not get back to work too early, I decided to take a smaller county highway rather than the major highway I originally took. After starting and leaving one town, I realized I hadn’t been to the bathroom in a while and my need to pee was starting to grow. I figured I could make it easily without much worry. The county highway I was on was very curvy and only two lanes. And that’s when it happened...... I came around a curve and was greeted with a slower moving semi. Ugh, just my luck. Driving behind the semi, I started to realize the my need to pee was much worse than I originally thought. I turned the volume up on my radio and drummed my fingers on the steering wheel as my leg started to sway back and forth. Trying to think of places I could stop in case I really had to go. I attempted to pass the semi a few times, however, every time I tried there were cars driving the opposite way. I was really stuck now. After another 15 mins, I was really fijiting. I could keep myself still in my seat. The seatbelt and my regular belt pressed into my waist and bladder making my situation even worse. It also didn’t help that I nervously sipped on the rest of my iced coffee, which was mostly just water at this point. After another 15 mins, I was really desperate. One hand on the wheel, the other pressed into the crotch of my jeans. Bouncing up and down in my seat, I started yelling at the semi. i started looking for anywhere to pee at this point. Somewhere semi private would work, however the few businesses I passed were all closed thanks to the covid epidemic. Finally I saw a storage off to the side, figuring I could stop there, hide myself with my car and the building to find relief. I quickly slowed my car down to make the turn when my bladder finally started saying it had had enough and a quick jet of pee escaped into my panties. Just a little farther and I could finally pee, I thought. I pulled into the thankfully unmanned storage unit and quickly found a place to go. As I stopped my car, another longer squirt of pee escaped into my panties. I stopped and started to get out and my bladder had just had enough. before I could fully stand out of my car, I started peeing in my jeans and I couldn’t stop. I jumped away from the car, not wanting to get my seat and car wet with pee. I gave up and kept flooding my pants. While it felt amazing, a little part of me was embarrassed I couldn’t make it back to work. Finally after a few mins, my bladder was mostly empty and I stopped peeing. My jeans were soaked and the cool breeze felt even cooler. Luckily for me, no one was around for me to embarrass myself in front of. Quickly thinking, I remembered I had workout clothes in my car (so much for working out after work). I was able to change my clothes in my car without making too much of a mess. I removed my pants and panties and found a small area of my leans that weren’t soaked with pee to wipe my legs. I pulled on the yoga pants as made sure I looked alright in the reflection of the car. I finished my drive and dropped the supplies off at work. My boss gave me a look based on my wearing yoga pants (they are frowned upon at work) but thanked me for getting the supplies. I requested taking the rest of the day off and he agreed. Thankfully I could go home and shower and start laundry
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  19. This is what I understand about driving to the countryside to go for a walk during lockdown 😊 this is what the uk government have stated about this. Please do not think that we believe we're better than anyone else or flouting any rules/laws. We are just trying to cope with this terrible situation by sharing our fun and being positive. 🥰
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  20. I am sure I will be excoriated for saying this but, I think if the lockdown laws had more basis in science and fact, less people would be resistant to them. My opinion is that they are excessive, and doing more harm than good.
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  21. Alright, I'm going to have to ask one final time to tone it down. I think it's unfair of you to judge the intentions of the individual here. You could have made your statement that this shouldn't be done without being accusatory and rude. There are people out there intentionally grouping together and ignoring these laws with the intent of causing harm. It's understandable to be angry at those people and to condemn them. But those that may not realize what they are doing is wrong can be told so without being demeaned or threatened. You've made your point here and for now I'm going to have to ask for you to drop the issue. If you'd like to submit a report and communicate with us further, you can do so via a support ticket and we will take it under consideration whether or not this is an issue we need to step in and get involved with. But regardless, I don't believe any harm was meant here, so as I said above you can make your point without beating someone up so needlessly.
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  22. I understand and sympathize with the concern. As long as you're keeping away from others and just keeping to empty parking lots and such, it's not really putting anyone in harms way. I'm guilty of just going out and driving a bit to escape and get a bit of freedom during these times myself. Just driving around doesn't do anything to spread the disease further.
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  23. I really soaked my jeans 😉 I think I might do another public wetting real soon! This was so thrilling! ❤❤❤❤
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  24. OMG, has it really been this long since i've written anything new? i've been so focused on my music for the past few years, but maybe it's time i got back to doing some writing... anyone up for it? V----V
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  25. can you do a translation like this for ShikkinSCHOOL ?
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  26. Dunno who needs to read this, but stop trying to post that volafile link on the forum. Its loaded with content on the Do Not Post list, we will not approve it or let it stay up. This should be common sense at this point and I'm going to start dishing out warnings for it. Sorry, but you know the rules.
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  27. Okay, so I had been a fan of Omo for the longest time, but had never done it myself for a while. Until.... I was at the mall by myself,and I'm normally never there, so nobody knew me. I was so fascinated with everything, that I felt the feeling of ,"oh crap, gotta pee" but the bathrooms were on the other side! So, I kept trying to move and got so desperate... Then I felt it. Sweet relief! I looked down and luckily I was wearing jean shorts over my leggings, and because I thought this might happen, four pairs of underwear. So I decided I would go, right then and there. The mall was kinda cold, and it kinda kept me warm, so I just...let it all out. I looked down and was kinda amazed only a little leaked through. Since then whenever I know I,m gonna be alone, I kinda like the way it feels. I can't be alone, can I? Well, that's my story of my first time.
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  28. And some more, with no background detailing...
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  29. Here are some samples.. Line art sample! And colouring sample...
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  30. Panicking Pam Pam opened her fridge and knew right away that the boys had had breakfast already. She picked up the almost empty milk, thankful there was enough for a mug of tea at least. Sitting at the breakfast bar she could see Frank in the makeshift study (previously the laundry room before Covid 19), and in the distance she could see Martin on the laptop lounging in the front room. She could only assume Max was on his xbox in his bedroom as per usual. She had a quick skim through Facebook on her phone and then checked the news while she finished her tea then put on her anorak to take Patch for his walk. Pam was so thankful to live near a park where Parch could wander at his own pace, sniffing and meandering freely as she walked the standard two mile walk he was so accustomed to. He was getting on in years now and this twice a day walk was more than sufficient but now more than ever Pam was glad she didn’t need to go far. Times were very different to normal and while she used to love seeing familiar people on her twice daily walk now she was glad the park was empty as everyone was living in fear of a deadly virus. Back home Pam ran the kitchen tap until it ran cold then filled a glass with water and gulped it down. It was surprisingly warm for early April and the anorak had made her sweat. A brief check of the freezer and cupboards before opening the kitchen drawer and grabbing some bags, she popped her head into where Frank was to let him know she was off to brave the supermarket for their once a week shop. Frank kissed her on the cheek and she shouted up to Max and waved to Martin, showing him the bags as he had earphones in, before she headed out the door. Pam didn’t drive, neither did her partner and neither of her boys were quite old enough for lessons, though both were desperate to learn when they could. Being reliant on buses during a pandemic wasn’t ideal but Pam knew they were still running even if the timetable was reduced. The streets were quiet and otherwise busy roads saw very little traffic and Pam let her mind wander as she waited the 25 minutes for the bus. No-one had joined her at the bus stop and she was just one of three passengers now on the bus. Sitting on the warm bus taking the familiar twenty minute ride to the supermarket Pam felt a twinge between her legs, thought she simply ignored it as she gathered her bags and purse ready to disembark from the bus. Pam hadn’t anticipated the scene that awaited her as she walked up the ramp into the supermarket car park. She hadn’t seen this many cars in the car park since the week before Christmas! She headed down the short path towards the main doors her eyes blinking in the sun as it suddenly sank in that the people she could see where actually queuing just to get in! The closer she got the longer the queue seemed as she followed the line of socially distanced strangers silently waiting to enter the store as the line stretched along the side of the store, down the side of the car park, turned round on its self and snaked back again! There must easily be over 100 people in front of her she realised. Noting they all had trolleys already she looked around for the nearest trolley bay and headed to get one. By the time she had a trolley and headed to the queue it had stretched even longer! She joined the end and waited patiently. Ten minutes later she had barely moved as a store colleague headed along the line offering free bottles of water and an open tub of chocolates for those waiting. Pam was warm so readily took the water and decided a chocolate might help keep her energy up too. By the time she finally reached the edge of the store building she’d drank three quarters of her bottle and felt more frequent familiar urges the same as she had on the bus earlier. Pam checked her watch and realised she had been out the house almost an hour an a half already and still she wasn’t even inside the supermarket yet! Feeling another twinge she moved from one foot to the other as the queue edged slightly forward. Now able to see inside the store through the long glass windows Pam could see people in masks and gloves working at the checkouts and she hoped it wouldn’t be much longer before they were serving her. She wouldn’t usually ever use the bathrooms in the supermarket, preferring to wait until she was back home, but given the long wait to get in and a potential long wait for a bus back home, combined with the fact she already needed to go, she reasoned she would visit the ladies quickly before doing her shopping. That thought didn’t help her need to go and she found herself more and more distracted by her bladder as the queue seemed to slow down the closer she got to the entrance. There was now no doubt in her mind that she would definitely find the toilets as soon as she was in as her private areas tingled between her legs and she tapped her foot on the ground anxiously. In front of her a couple stood chatting to each other so much they hadn’t noticed the line move forward. Pam, normally shy and reserved but now very much in need of a toilet, found herself getting annoyed and when they still hadn’t moved 30 seconds later she couldn’t help but say something. ‘Excuse me. Could you move up please!’ It came across more bossy than she meant it but Pam was flustered and stressed, hot and in need of release. The couple looked back briefly before tutting and moving forward. Pam could count how many were in front of her now but standing right in line of the sun was making her hot and bothered. Despite already really needing to use the ladies she finished the bottle of water she had been given and placed it in the bin as she moved forward a little more. Just five people in front of her now, thank goodness. Another one in. Then another. Pam was getting anxious. She didn’t want to make it obvious to anyone that she was bursting but standing still wasn’t easy at all. She tapped her foot, curled her toes in her trainers and bit her lip. She couldn’t even remember when she joined the queue because all she could think about now was getting to the loo as soon as she could. Just three in front now. Finally. As another few left the store the young man in front of the couple was nodded to go in but then Pam watched in horror as a member of staff came closer to the couple and whilst still remaining socially distanced to them the staff member was clearly telling them something they weren’t happy with. Pam silenced her thoughts to overhear. ‘Sorry. It’s one person one trolley. There’s signs all along where you were waiting. I can’t let you both in together I’m afraid.’ ‘But we live together for goodness sake! We are married! We always shop together and we have waited almost an hour to get in! Surely you can make an exception? That’s a ridiculous rule! You just let a woman in a minute ago with a baby! You didn’t say the baby needed it’s own trolley did you! You can’t make one of us go to the back of the queue? The frozen food would be defrosted before they even go in the store! Come on!’ Pam moaned under her breath. She didn’t need this and she was sure the store assistant didn’t need it either! Whilst another two customers left out the other door Pam crossed her legs impatiently. Why did she need to be behind an argumentative couple now of all times when she just wanted into the store toilet before shopping! Pam could feel her heart beating faster now as she hated confrontation but mostly because her need to pee was getting stronger by the second. She pulled one leg behind her and bent a little forwards leaning into the trolley. A married woman in her forties should not be pee dancing outside a supermarket and Pam did all she could to disguise her need. Finally Pam watched as the gentleman in front reluctantly walked away and Pam tried not to look too flustered and panicky as she waited to be told she could enter the store finally. She watched anxiously as another customer left, begging inwardly for the staff member to let her in so she could walk quickly to the ladies. But she didn’t. Pam looked at her annoyed and when yet another customer left she found herself getting more and more stressed. Her body was screaming for release and yet here she was at the mercy of a store colleague releasing her to be allowed in. Despite all her efforts to hide her need when another urge came strongly Pam couldn’t stop herself bouncing on her heels and crossing her legs. She had to say something. She had been waiting long enough now. ‘Excuse me. Am I allowed in yet! Sorry to ask it’s just...it’s just I have been waiting a long time and I emm...I have a bus to catch home. Thanks’ ‘I’m really sorry. I am just waiting on the gentleman in front of you returning. Apparently he hadn’t realised the rules of one person one trolley so he’s just away to get a trolley then I will let him in and then you. Sorry for your wait madam.’ Pam desperately wanted to argue but the poor store colleague looked tired and stressed. So she tried to hold on just a little bit longer. However, when yet another customer wheeled their full trolley out and she could barely stand still for her need to pee she mustered up the courage to ask again. ‘Sorry to ask again, it’s just that I can’t see him coming back and...actually I really need to use the ladies. Would it be ok if I just headed in and he can come in after me?’ The colleague looked sympathetically at Pam, noticing the strain on her face and how her legs continually tapped. She nodded for her to head in and Pam pushed the trolley fast inside the double doors frantically looking for the toilets. She’d never used them so wasn’t familiar with where they were. It took a few fast paced minutes with her head racing and panic setting in more and more before she finally found them. Pushing the trolley through the first door Pam began dancing more as the thought of imminent release intensified her need to pee. She saw a sign on the gents and baby change but didn’t stop to read them but as she went to push open the ladies door and found it locked she quickly read the sign posted to that door too. ‘Due to the outbreak of Covid 19 and to protect our customers unfortunately these toilets are currently unavailable. We apologise for any inconvenience caused.’ Pam grabbed herself between the legs and moaned. She was absolutely bursting for the loo but with no other shops nearby open and no other toilets therefore available she stood there dancing on the spot with her hand between her legs in an absolute panic of what to do. Getting the bus home wasn’t an option as she needed food for her family and there was no way she would be able to wait for a bus anyway without peeing herself. She had no other option but to try and shop with an over full and desperate bladder. Pam wanted to cry. She pushed the trolley back out and into the fruit section quickly putting in bananas, apples, grapes, oranges and pears all whilst trying to stay decent. She walked to the vegetables and put in potatoes, carrots, onions, cauliflower, broccoli and leeks, all the while tapping her foot and biting her lip. She moved to the salad and bent over to put in a bag of mixed leaves, a cucumber, some tomatoes and celery when she felt warm dribbles leak into her knickers. Standing upright Pam panicked. She urgently HAD to get to a toilet. NOW. She looked around for a staff member seeing a pizza counter and raced over. Struggling to breathe she jiggled on the spot frantically as she tried to explain quietly that she urgently needed to find a bathroom. The staff member shrugged and apologised saying unfortunately the bathrooms were locked ‘due to Covid’. Pam panicked as another dribble oozed out of her despite clamping her muscles shut as tightly as she could. Looking around for the quietest aisle she could she raced towards the make up, assuming it was quiet as no-one had anywhere to go currently. Checking no-one else was around she picked up a lipstick and pretended to look at it whilst bending forwards and grabbing herself. Silently, embarrassingly, Pam stood there helpless with the lipstick tightly in her hand still as another long spurt shot out, running down the inside of her leg and pulling into her sock. This time another spurt followed and Pam couldn’t stop as pee continued to flow freely down her leg squelching in her socks and trainers as her bladder relaxed and pushed the content squashed inside it out finally. Unable to do much else Pam casually placed the lipstick back on the shelf, pulled her trainer off and poured out the liquid amassed in it under the counter before putting it back on and pushing the trolley to the next aisle where she placed in some sanitary towels, shampoo and shower gel before continuing on with her full weeks grocery shop hoping that with everything else going on in the world right now that no-one would see that she had wet herself in desperation due to the restrictions of a worldwide epidemic. Everyone would remember the pandemic, thought Pam, but for her it would forever remind her of the panic on finding the ladies locked and what happened as a result.
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  31. "Everyone I seem to talk to that has the same interests within omorashi I do (public desperation, accidents, humiliation, etc.) says it's a more powerful turn on than sex itself. We also seem to have similar interests when it comes to dating: no interest in hookups, and craving emotional connection. There's even tons of similarities in personality between us (introverted, feel they outgrow their friends quickly, etc.). There were more similarities than those, but they're the ones I found most interesting. I'm curious if anyone else feels a similar way when it comes to this fetish and dating." I have to admit that that's me all around. I used to think that I was totally asexual because I never had really much interest in penetrative sex or anything like that, although that's probably just because I'm a lesbian. I never really had any interest in actual genital contact but have always been primarily interested in things such as pee desperation, tickle torture and nudity humiliation. Actual sex itself has never really been a major thing to me and I have always been an extreme introvert with no social skills and relatively few friends that I see very infrequently. I have noticed that a large number of people into this fetish also seem to have an interest in the paranormal, which is definitely true of me, as I'm completely obsessed. And I have noticed with people with particular fetish is that the fetish tends to be more interesting to them than actual sex. Personally I have never been in a relationship and I am 36 years old and a virgin, and I think it has to do with the fact that I have very unusual sexual interests and it's very hard to find a partner who shares them, especially when you have no social skills to begin with and a very small network to socialize with. I have never met anyone off-line who shares my interest.
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  32. Noriko & The Grudge

    So this is a comic I've been trying to work on for a while, and It just kept getting shorter and shorter because of work, and other life issues. Thankfully I have been able to complete something that you could barely call a comic... With that being said, there was a lot more to it, in the beginning and I still would like to explore more of the story through maybe single drawings. Making comics is alot of work, especially since I just don't get much time to work on this kind of stuff. So please enjoy!
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  33. Fixed, thanks for feedback.
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  34. Thank you 😊 I agree! We all need fresh air and excercise sometimes. And if I drink a little too much and have an 'accident' in a field... I'm just giving the plants some much needed water...😉 Thanks for the comments too, I do enjoy posting updates a lot when I get the chance, and I went out for my daily excercise today too, so I'll post some in a bit.. 🤭 Alice ❤
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  35. ShikkinCAMPUS

    Hello here is a savedata I came across. It has all scenes unlocked. You can rewind in the game now. Just press tab + ノートを見る. To adjust the camera angles, you may use the number keys. 1-8 are of fixed position. You can change the perspective freely if you use 0 (controlled with arrow keys), and it will also trace the characters. savedata.7z
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  36. This is a nice update! I don't feel that the new cg really fits the scene all to well. I also think bringing the camera back behind Erica and Heather would make for a more interesting cg as well. I'm looking forward to the next update!
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  37. I think I fixed it now! https://drive.google.com/file/d/1jdwSM33FjxrxCsH3vabj-l-Asd6G16W1/view?usp=drivesdk
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  38. Thank you so everyone so far for your experience and opinion. Btw. it is a bit strange to stop my witcher 3 game to come here and then getting omo advice from Gwynbleidd.^^
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  39. I met a girl on Tinder literally 2 weeks ago today, within a week I’d told her about it, that same day she read one of my stories and it TURNED HER ON. One hour ago, she read a second story and enjoyed that too. In essence, don’t be afraid to bring it up and as for timing, just use your instinct and best judgement. Every guy/girl is different after all.
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  40. View File CCS-01 - Shiofuki Blade Another video from the beautiful melona cosplayer I recently uploaded a video of. Enjoy. File contains nudity and sex, sucking off multiple boys. Peeing and some squirting. Submitter Roze Submitted 05/01/2020 Category JAV Collections
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  41. Holding myself. Trying to keep it in
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  42. So, to start, what’s happening in the world right now with the virus is absolutely horrible. I have great hopes that everyone here and their families are safe and healthy. With that being said, I’ve noticed something recently that 6 months ago I would’ve found amazing. Now, however, I’m the midst of all going on, it’s more of an odd normal. What I mean by that is since people in my country started catching the virus and it started spreading, I’ve noticed that I tend to hold my bladder way more. Like WAY more. Usually well beyond what I would’ve used to for fun. However now, it’s much less out of fun, much more out of necessity. I’ve been practicing social distancing and staying at home as much as possible, as should all of you. So realistically, I only go out for work 3 days a week (yay for being “essential”), and grocery shopping once, maybe twice a week. I looked into delivery for groceries, but all those systems seem so overwhelmed right now, I’d rather not add strain to the system, and leave them for the older of sick. The reason I’ve been holding both more volume and for longer is two pronged as I see it. For multiple reasons, I’m refuse to go, or can’t go during the few times every week that I’m out of the house. Then, on the other side, I’m also holding way longer and having to get creative while at home. As far as why I hold it in public, there’s several reasons. Most stores and all rest stops are closed. Even a few gas stations in my area are closed. Pretty much, anywhere that doesn’t sell groceries is not open right now. And even out of some of those few remaining stores, the bathrooms have been locked, or switched to staff only. That takes A LOT of bathrooms out of the equation. But during my once or twice per week grocery run, I refuse to allow myself to go. Sure, the supermarket I go to has a bathroom. And they actually keep them open to their customers. Don’t even require a key. But I just can’t bring myself to use it. It’s too big of a risk as far as I’m concerned. Yes, I wear my mask while out. And yes, I wear rubber gloves. I’m careful not to touch my face, phone, keys, or anything else besides the cart and my groceries with them. To pay, I just pull one glove off, swipe my card, and push my cart out to the car / load my car with just my gloves hand. It takes quite literally forever, but when you watch the NEWS and see the number of positives in my area double overnight, multiple days in a row, it’s a necessary pain as far as I’m concerned. Which is why I refuse to go while in public. The logistics of it are too complicated. Do I take my gloves off when I get into the stall, or pull my pants down then remove them? Do I just not remove them and not wipe? Following that, then I wouldn’t be able to wash my hands. Gross. But then if they’re off in the stall, do I put another set on to pull my pants back up? I guess after that, I’d have a new pair and wouldn’t have to wash my hands. Except that only works until I pull them off to get into my car. Then I’m back to having unwashed hands for the ride home. I also would have to high squat, which I usually do in public, but what if I lost my balance? It’s all just too much to think about. So to simplify, I don’t pee in public right now. At all. Which has led to a few close calls, photo finishes, uncomfortably wet undies, and some creative solutions. That includes the days I work. Which is much harder, considering I work 12 hour days. Before all this started, I had tried several times to make it through a work day without a bathroom break. That was all for the fun of it, and just to see if I could. I could not. Not a single time. But, I think I know why. When it was for fun, I used to drink a lot more water. Probably even more on the days I tried to hold all day than any other time. Because it was for fun, so it didn’t matter. I also think I couldn’t Make it all day because I’d give up and just go before I got into the danger zone of maybe not being able to hold it. I was at work, after all, so not being able to hold it, even if I just lost a few spurts, would be mortifying. So at best, I could only make it 10 of my 12 hours. Now however, I’m consistently holding it not only the drive in and all through my 12 hours, but sometimes even through my drive home. How am I making it through the day now, when I couldn’t before? I think it’s largely because I don’t really have a choice. As far as I’m concerned, the shared bathroom at work is just too big of a risk. It’s unisex, so there’s just way too many people going in and out, touching the lock, sink, who knows what else. Maybe coughing while in there. Probably not wearing their mask while going. Yes, I’m somewhat of a germaphobe anyway, so I actually think like this. Knock on wood, it’s kept me healthy so far. So I drink a little less water on work days to help me hold it. I also allow myself to get into that danger area. To not be sure I can make it. Obviously I can’t hold myself, so usually I have to just cross my legs and focus. The other factor leading to me holding much more often is while at home. I’m not sure about other countries around the world, but mine has run out of toilet paper. For over a month now, I haven seen a single roll on a shelf, nor has any been in stock online. Fortunately, I usually always buy in bulk anyway, and had a big 48 roll pack downstairs when this all started, but that’s it. So I have some, but what I have is seemingly all I’m going to have for the foreseeable future. Which means using less. Which means peeing less. I’ve settled into allowing myself 3 pees per day. On work days, I go once right before leaving for work, once immediately upon arrival home (pending I was able to make it home and didn’t have to get creative on the drive) and once before bed. On my off days, it’s usually once when I wake up, once around dinner, and again before bed. Now when I say 3 pees per day, what I mean is 3 toilet pees per day where I actually sit down on my toilet and wipe when done. Obviously, that’s not always the case. I also take full advantage of other opportunities. For example, I’ll wait to shower on my off days until I’m bursting, then go while in the shower. As the weather gets warmer, I’m also utilizing wearing no underwear and a dress or skirt while out in the garden (though it’s a little cool yet, it is very convenient). And other things along those lines so I can relieve my overworked bladder without having to use my previous remaining TP. All told, I’m holding and sometimes wetting more now than ever in my life, but having less fun. It’s a weird world.
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  43. I submit that there are not many better uses for the English language than for you to tell of your wet adventures. Thank you.
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  44. I didn't know that there was a Wonderbolts academy handbook out. After reading this I could probably makes Fluttershy wetting her bunny costume or Rainbow wetting herself at the academy. Into a store of you're interested.
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  45. Butterfly

    Thanks, guys. Chapter 2 “Let me get this straight,” Alera’s mother said, “I tell you I’m worried about your health and that you’re not to play any more video games, and your response is to tell me you want to travel hundreds of miles, stay in a hotel for three days, and play video games?” “Mom, you’re not getting it. It’s an invitational tournament. There’s money on the line just for showing up. If I lose all my games, I still get enough money that the trip practically pays for itself. If I win, I get fifteen thousand dollars. And I can pay for the trip myself.” She’d waited to gauge her mother’s reaction before she pulled out her real trump card. Now, with a flourish, she produced the check for fifteen hundred dollars. She handed it to her mother without a word. Her mother said nothing. She held the check up to the light, as if to verify that it was a forgery. She looked at the blank back. She peered intently at one part of it that, Alera guessed, said how much money she had won. Finally, her mother put the check down on the table. “Alera,” she said, “is this really true? You didn’t make some kind of fake check to fool me into letting you play more?” “It’s true, mom,” she said. “That came in the mail today. Remember when I told you last month I had placed third in that online tournament?” Her mother nodded. “That’s what I won. I thought I got scammed, because it never showed up in the mail, but it came today and it’s real.” Her mother shook her head. “This is a lot to take in,” she said. “Let me… think about it.” As long as you don’t take my computer away, Alera thought, think about it all you want. I’m eighteen years old, and you can’t stop me. Even if I have to steal your car, I’m going to that tournament. She left the check on the table and walked upstairs to her room. Her computer was thankfully still sat in its usual place. She almost sat down to log in, but then she remembered what she’d hidden at the back of her closet. The solution to her little problem. The one that Patrick nearly died of embarrassment to get for her, and even paid for with his own money. How many hours had Patrick spent working in the bike shop just to pay for her… Diapers? She’d been too embarrassed to look at the price, but she could imagine they weren’t cheap. She took a deep breath, then plunged her head in among her old coats and dresses that were too small on her, and fished out a large plastic package. The front of it displayed a plain white rectangle suspended between the legs of what looked to be a quite mature lady. She shuddered. These were meant for old people. Not teenage girls who were overly obsessed with video games. Alera almost chucked the package back in the closet, but then she noticed the back side. It was a similar picture, showing the offending undergarment suspended around the midsection of a woman, but this woman looked like she was Alera’s age, and she was smiling. Incontinence protection for women of all ages, read the label. She put the package on her desk. It was big enough that she needed to use both hands to carry it. Just how many… diapers… were in this thing? She shot a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure her mother hadn’t somehow sneaked up on her, then she grabbed a pair of scissors and cut open the package. She stuck her fingers in and managed to wriggle loose one of the tightly packed diapers. She pulled hard, and the thing came loose so suddenly and violently that it flew out of her hand and nearly knocked over her desktop lamp. Alera picked the diaper up off of the lamp and placed it on her bed. It was a huge rectangle. She couldn’t imagine how she’d possibly wear that under clothes without looking like, well, like she was wearing a diaper. The front had no colorful designs, like baby diapers; it was plain white, except for a yellow strip on the front. Alera blushed when she realized what that was for: it was a wetness indicator. To show off if and when she used her diaper. She took the cursed thing and flung it off the bed. Fuck this. I’m not a baby and I don’t need it. But then, as she was about to stomp on the diaper in defiance, her eyes flickered to her laundry basket. Alera walked over and took off the lid. The pungent aroma of old urine invaded her nostrils. There lay the evidence of her latest accident, which she’d been so upset about that she’d forgotten to put in the wash. Rummaging under the smelly, wet pajamas, she found two other pairs of panties with faded stains in the gusset from when she’d leaked on the way to the bathroom after a long gaming session. Cursing herself, she carried the whole pile of wet clothes into the laundry room and put them in the wash. Then she returned to her room and picked up the diaper. If I win fifteen thousand, who cares if I do so wearing a diaper? She gingerly unfolded the diaper. If it looked huge when folded up, when she’d unfolded it, it looked positively gargantuan. Do I even have any clothes that could cover this? Alera pulled off her jeans, then, with a sigh, she threw off her panties. They were light pink, and when she studied the insides, she saw, to her horror, that there was a discolored, faded stain in the middle. As if even her underwear was trying to tell her she needed this. Alera realized she had no idea how to put on a diaper. She had changed her baby cousin’s diapers, a few years ago when visiting her aunt, but one, he was a baby, and two, she wasn’t putting it on someone else, she was putting it on herself. And the thing she was currently hovering her bare butt over was about ten times the size of her cousin’s baby pants. She lowered herself onto it. It was surprisingly soft, like sitting on a pillow. Except normally, one didn’t strap a pillow between one’s legs and keep it there for the rest of the day, which was what she intended to do. She tried to pull the thing up and fasten it with the four tapes, but she couldn’t get it to sit properly on her hips. Alera cursed inwardly. Why is this so complicated? She only had a limited number of hours in the day, and if she was to have any shot at winning the fifteen thousand dollar grand prize, she needed to practice all night for the rest of the week. She didn’t have any goddamn time to spend on putting on this goddamn diaper. But on the other hand, if her mother caught her in wet pants again, she wouldn’t be able to practice at all. Finally, she’d fastened the tapes well enough that the diaper didn’t slide off. But when she rose from the bed, the thing sagged on her hips, and she could see downstairs to her nude crotch in the gap between her belly and the waistband. This thing was bone dry and it was already sagging like, well, like she’d used it. Twice. Which meant she’d probably done it wrong. Sighing, she waddled over to the computer. It wasn’t that the diaper was too thick to walk in normally; it was thick, and kept her legs uncomfortably apart, but not quite that thick. It was more so the fact that it hung so loosely on her hips that she felt like it would fall off if she didn’t waddle like she’d crapped her pants. Alera dialed up Patrick on a video call. She wasn’t looking forward to this conversation, but there was nobody else she could talk to about this stuff. As she waited for Patrick to answer, she noticed that he’d sent something to her. It was a YouTube link to a cartoon video about an obsessive gamer who kept a “shit bucket” next to his computer, so he didn’t need to leave the game to crap. “Ha. Ha. Very funny, Patrick,” she said as his dirty-blonde hair and grinning face showed up on the screen. “For your information, I have never crapped myself.” “Just thought it was funny,” he said, doing his best imitation of an asshole teenage boy who had somehow body-snatched her best friend. “Come on, you gotta look on the bright side.” “Says you, and you’re not the one who has a goddamn diaper strapped to her waist.” “Oh, good, you put it on?” Blushing, she stood up and angled her webcam so he could see. “Oh my god,” he said. “One, that’s truly adorable.” “Adorable? Are you fucking kidding me?” “No, I mean that. But you interrupted me. One, adorable. Two, you appear to have put it on the wrong way.” She looked down. Goddamn it. There was a very clear word, “BACK”, written on the front of her diaper. So that’s why the thing sags like I poured a bucket of water into it. “Hold on, I’m coming over,” Patrick said. “What? No, no, you can’t see me like this.” “You already showed me. And somebody needs to make sure that thing is put on right.” “You’re not getting to see me naked, you perv!” Alera almost yelled, but managed to modulate her voice in time not to alert her mother downstairs. “Low blow, Al,” he said. “You know very well I’d never look at you in that way.” She did, at that. “Fine,” she said. “But only if you promise me you’ll finally ask James out this week.” The color drained from his face. “Alera, I can’t do that, you know why...” “We both know you want it. Why not?” “What if he’s not...” “Honey, we both know he is. You’re just afraid of rejection.” “Al, I don’t know...” “You get to see me literally naked if you’re willing to be emotionally naked for one goddamn second and go get the guy of your dreams. Seems like a fair deal. I don’t even get a fairy prince at the end of this, I only get, like, a fucking diaper put on the right way in case I piss myself.” “Oh… kay,” Patrick said. “Hold on, I’m coming over.” And he cut the connection. Alera smiled. Although she wasn’t looking forward to her best friend coming over to diaper her, she was very happy that Patrick had promised to finally ask James out. He was a boy Patrick had been crushing on for half a year, and she’d tried for half a year to convince him to ask the guy out, but Patrick had a pathological fear that not only would he be rejected, he’d be rejected because James wasn’t into his gender. Except both of them were 99% sure James was, in fact, gay, and Alera was almost as certain she’d caught the boy sneaking shy glances at her friend when he wasn’t looking. Ten minutes later, there was a knock at her door. Alera had huddled up under some blankets on her bed, hiding the shameful, back-to-front diaper from view. “Hey you,” Patrick said, as he opened the door. “Your mom let me in. I swear, the way she looks at me, you’d think she thinks of me as her son-in-law.” “She’s convinced you’re my boyfriend. I’ve told her a thousand times it’s not like that, but she’s so happy I’ve got a real friend to hang out with IRL that she refuses to listen.” “God, you’ve definitely spent too much time on the internet,” Patrick said, rolling his eyes. “What do you mean?” “You just said Aye Arr Ell out loud.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Alera said. “Just come over here and let’s get this over with.” She pushed the blankets out of the way, exposing her bare midriff where her shirt rode up, and below it, the poorly attached, sagging diaper. “My, my, you made a mess of this, and you haven’t even pissed in it yet,” Patrick said. “Please, let’s pretend you’re a nurse and be… professional about it,” Alera said. “Funny,” he said. “Okay, I think you need to take it off, you’ve ruined the tapes.” “Are you an expert on adult diapers suddenly?” He blushed. “No, but I can tell they’re not properly attached. Come on, off you go,” he said, reaching over to unfasten her tapes. “I can do it myself!” She nearly shouted. Carefully, slowly, she peeled off the tapes, and then, closing her eyes and blushing, she pulled the front of the diaper down, exposing herself to him. “You can keep your eyes closed if you’re embarrassed,” he said. “But just know I’m only looking at you for strictly, uh, medical purposes.” She heard the rustle as he pulled another diaper out of the pack. Then he instructed her to lay down and lift her bum as he slid the ruined diaper out from under her and replaced it with a fresh one. “Just for the record, this whole situation is super weird,” Patrick said. “Just so you know.” Alera felt his knuckles touch her belly, and she shivered. She kept her eyes closed, unable to meet his eyes as she worked on fastening her into her diaper. She wondered, idly, what it would be like to be touched down there by somebody she was in love with. She wasn’t in love with James, at least not romantically; even so, it felt good, somehow, someplace deep below the humiliation of it all, to be touched so lovingly by someone she loved, even if she wasn’t in love with him. He was gentle, and quick, and he made sure not to touch her more than absolutely necessary. Before she knew it, she felt him grab her under the armpits and hoist her up to a seated position. “All done!” He said. “You can open your eyes.” She did so, and looked down to see the diaper taped with the front actually placed in front of her, as intended. She rose from the bed and gave her hips a tentative shake. The diaper moved slightly, with an embarrassing plastic rustle, but it hung firm to her hips. “Oh my god,” she said, studying the diaper. “You’re brilliant. Do you really think I look, uh, adorable like this?” “You do look cute,” Patrick said. “Very cute, but not, like, in the same way...” “Not handsome and sexy, like James, you mean?” She winked at him. It was her way of reorienting the conversation from something that embarrassed her to something that embarrassed him. She could only bear for her childish underwear to remain the topic of conversation for so long. “Oh, don’t get started,” he said, affecting a childish pout. “You are going to ask him out, like you promised?” “I don’t know, Al,” he said, shrugging. “Patrick, for the love of god, you just saw me naked, you just touched me down there, and you just put a diaper on me, and all you have to do is ask your dream guy out on a date, which I know you’ve wanted to do for six months. Now, will you do it?” Alera put her hands on her hips, which looked quite silly, she reflected, when those hips were covered in baby underwear. “Yes, Ma’am,” Patrick said. “For real?” “I’ll do it the day after tomorrow. We have a class together on Wednesday.” “Good.” She nodded. “Now, uh, sorry to shoo you away, but the whole reason I put this thing on was I need to practice. I know I was kind of vague earlier, but I won a bunch of money, and they invited me to this LAN tournament where there’s fifteen damn thousand on the line for first place. So I kind of need to get my practice hours in.” “Wow,” Patrick said. “Congrats.” “It’s this weekend. Oh, Patrick, will you come with me? As my moral support and, like, coach or something?” He shook his head, less a gesture of disagreement, more one of confusion. “Alera, I’d love to, but look. I’m Silver rank in Vanguard. I don’t know shit about high-level strategies. I don’t know what possible use I’d be to you in a tournament, as a coach.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “Silly, I’m not asking you to teach me strategy. I need someone as a moral support. To keep my head straight. And just maybe, keep my diapers facing the right way. I’m not asking you to be something you’re not. I’m asking you to be my friend, and help me focus on the right things, like you always do. But the letter said I can only bring one person backstage with me as a coach, so I’d have to register you as a coach.” “Okay,” Patrick said, as if she hadn’t just dumped a whole lot of responsibility on him with no promise of any particular reward. She felt her shoulders relax as he nodded. “In that case,” Patrick said, “as your coach, here’s your first order: You gotta find a practice partner. I may not know what the best strategies are, but I know you’re brilliant at finding them, and I know it’s not a great idea to reveal them all on the ladder before the big tournament.” Alera shook her head. She hadn’t thought of that. “I don’t know who that would be,” she said. “I don’t really communicate with the other top players, outside of typing ‘gg’ after the end of a game.” Then she had an idea. “Wait! I know who to talk to! Thank you again, Patrick, you’re brilliant!” She sidled over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she noted that her initial embarrassment about wearing the diaper in front of Patrick seemed to have vanished. As if, somehow, this was how things had always been between them. She sent him on his way, and then she sat down by her computer. Alera found the anonymous account she had beaten with her new strategy the other day, the one she was pretty sure belonged to a Korean grandmaster. She composed a personal message to the player: Hello, this is kind of strange, I know, but we played some games on the ladder this weekend. I am going to be playing in my first LAN tournament soon, and I’m looking for a practice partner. I think you might be Korean, and so we won’t be competing at the same tournaments, so you and I can both benefit from this. I know this might seem strange coming from a stranger, but I really enjoyed our games this weekend, and I believe you are one of the best players in the world, and I really need to practice against the best to be the best. Also, I beat you with that tech-delay timing attack, and if I were you I would want a chance at revenge. Sincerely, Butterfly She hit SEND. Then she sat staring at the screen. No response message was forthcoming. Of course not. The few times she received PMs, she took hours or even days to respond. Usually, they were from salty opponents who had lost to her, and were now there to insult her intelligence, her looks (even though she didn’t have any pictures of herself on her profile), her skills, or to accuse her of being a cheater. And if the anonymous account really belonged to one of the best players in South Korea, as she suspected, they must receive a lot of hate messages and a lot of stupid fan messages. She hopped into a ladder game, but for once, she was unable to focus on the game. She only managed to win because her opponent made a stupid mistake. She looked at her opponent’s profile. Hmm. Number sixty-seven on the ladder. Somehow, in the past few months, she had gone from being in awe at the top 100 players, when she herself was just breaking into that world, to now, somehow beating a solid top 100 player even though she was unfocused and played below her usual level. Ping! The little message bell rang out in her headphones. She quickly opened the message. It was written in very broken English, with passages that looked like they were taken straight from Google Translate. But as she pieced together an understanding of the reply, a smile crept onto her lips. The anonymous player confirmed that he was Korean, and said that he usually didn’t practice with players outside of his team—confirming, without a doubt, that this was an actual, honest-to-god professional—but that he was very intrigued with the strategy she had identified to exploit the weakness in his opening. “American players very bad,” he wrote, “I only play there sometime for relaxing. But you only one found good strategy.” They sent a few messages back and forth, and agreed that he would practice with her for a few days, in exchange for her finding a way to plug the hole in his opening strategy that she’d identified. Hands shaking with excitement, she typed: “What is your real nickname?” Three dots appeared, indicating the mysterious Korean grandmaster was typing. A single word in reply: Saehwong. Oh my fucking god. Alera opened the Korean ladder. Number one, Saehwong. 6900 Elo. She navigated to Liquipedia, the esports encyclopedia, to confirm her memory wasn’t playing tricks on her. She opened the page about the recent Vanguard World Championship. Runner-up: Saehwong. “Oh my god,” she said out loud. “The second best player in the world is going to be my practice partner!” The two of them played games together for five hours. She lost most of them, but she didn’t care. She was practicing against the best possible opposition, short of the actual world champion. And as she continued to play, she felt her confidence surge. She wasn’t as fast as him, and her strategies weren’t as refined, but by the fifth game, she no longer felt out of her depth. She never felt as if she didn’t understand why she lost, and she was able to implement immediate improvements to her game as a response. Some small-scale NA players are gonna be easy after this, she thought. As a final test, she said good-bye to Saehwong for the night and loaded into a ladder game on the North American ladder. She won, easily, using a strategy Saehwong had just used to beat her. Then she looked at her opponent’s profile. Number nine in North America. And I just beat him easily. He never had a chance! Alera knew her hopes of winning the tournament were slim. She had never played a LAN tournament before. She’d never played in front of a crowd, on a stage, with fifteen thousand dollars on the line. But for the first time since she received the invitation, she felt like it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility. By that time, it was almost midnight. For the first time in many hours, Alera’s thoughts were pulled back to what she was wearing. And what she wasn’t wearing. Her diaper, thankfully, was dry, but her bladder was aching, and she knew she probably had no more than five minutes before it was too late. She also knew that in order to actually rush downstairs and pee, she needed to put on some pants. In her excitement, she hadn’t remembered to put any on after Patrick left.
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  46. (A fantasy of mine lol. I just want to indulge myself.) ---------- Evan haphazardly threw off his shoes while letting out a big yawn. He was a student, with a job as an after-hours food deliverer. Yeah, not the best job for well, anyone, but they were hiring and Evan was broke. Plus, one of his friends in his computer apps class told him that it wasn't as bad as a job as most people say it is. Funny, because Evan felt the exact opposite way. He quietly transferred his stuff from his pockets to his bed, apologizing to future Evan for creating a mess for his already tired self. He would've put it away, but he didn't exactly have the time. Being a food deliverer comes with pros and cons, and one of the cons is that he has to smell the hot food in the back of his car at almost all times. This creates a problem, because he gets stupidly hungry during his work to the point where it's distracting. What he's found out over time, though, is that drinking water can combat this feeling. He's not exactly sure how, but it does create a different kind of distraction for him, unfortunately. Lucky for him, though, Evan has a strong bladder and can hold it well. At least until he gets back to his dorm. Thankfully his roommate is always asleep by the time he gets back so he can squirm and grab himself all he wanted while he got ready for bed. That's exactly what he was doing now, in fact. His grip on his dick was tight as he took his wallet, keys, and whatever else out of his pockets with his free hand. He would've been more embarrassed by this if he weren't so tired. When he had first started using his tactic of drinking water to combat his hunger, he was so worried about holding himself next to his sleeping roommate. He's a heavy sleeper, thankfully., but he'd still always whisper his name out of fear, but of course he never responded. Now it's not even a thought that goes through his mind during his after-work routine. "Evan?" Shit. He frantically released the death-grip he had on his dick. The surprise from the sudden presence in the room didn't give him time to prepare his pelvic floor to hold, and some piss dribbled out of his cock and into his briefs. He managed to get it under control, though. "Raph!" He exclaimed, spinning around to face the direction the voice came from, "I thought you were asleep, so good evening. Er- I guess good morning?" "Need some help there?" Raphael had a good few inches on Evan, and seemed to tower over the other man in the confrontation. "Nope, just emptying my pockets so that I can get ready for bed..." Evan trailed off. The smirk on Raphael's face told him that he knew otherwise. "That involves squirming around like a five year old in need of a potty break?" Evan's cheeks flared up a brilliant red. He knew he was caught. "Shit, man. I just- let me explain. There's a thing with uh- being hungry. And fucking water of all things helps it- I swear I didn't mean to hold it this long I was going to take a piss right after this." There was no response from Raph, just a weird look. "What's with the look?" Again, no answer. But this time the other man just took a few steps forward so he was an arm's length away from Evan. He gulped, anxiety spiking his heart rate. Was he going to get the shit beat out of him for being a sissy? What was this, middle school? But instead, in a blink of an eye, Raphael had squashed Evan in a bear hug. "C'mon man, this isn't funny!" He exclaimed, squirming under the pressure being put on his overly full bladder, "Let go, I'm gonna piss all over you." "Maybe that's the point, dumb ass?" Raphael pointed out, squeezing a bit tighter and eliciting a slight mewl from the smaller man. "Wh- what do you-" Before Evan could get out another word, he was cut off by a passionate kiss. He had to admit, he'd always thought his roommate was attractive. Raphael was a swimmer, so he was extremely fit, and his tight-cropped hair showed off his strong facial features in all the right ways. He would've never guessed in a million years that Raph would be into his reserved, nerdy self. His heart leaped, causing him to lose control yet again. The front of his underwear quickly absorbed whatever leaked out of him, but he wasn't sure how much more it could take before it showed, or how much longer he could take. They pulled away, and Evan's attention quickly flew back to his overfilled bladder. He'd love what was happening if it were under any other circumstance. "Please, let go." He whined hopelessly. "Dude, just piss yourself. I'm not letting go." More leaks started to come out of his cock, slowly seeping through his boxers and now into his sweatpants. It wasn't long until the front of his pants were dark from his own piss. "I said," Raph had let go of Evan for long enough to just to spin him around, and was now in a position to where he could drive the palm of his hand into the poor bladder, "Just piss yourself." That did it. With the shock of pain came the release. Almost immediately the leaks turned into a thick stream, and it wasn't long before his pants were completely soaked through. A loud hissing noise filled the small room as rivers cascaded from his legs onto Raphael's, getting him all wet. "That's right, let it all out." Raphael cooed in his ear, gripping the front of his sweatpants, "You dirty little thing. I've seen you hold yourself before. You thought you were being sneaky, but I caught you. It was so hot I had to come over and help you out myself." Evan held back a moan of relief as his piss had started to create a good sized puddle beneath them. It was somewhat impressive the amount of piss he was holding inside of him. Eventually, all good things have to come to an end, and with a quick , full-body shiver, he was faced with the embarrassment of pissing on his extremely hot roommate. "Sorry- I- well-" He was left helplessly fumbling for words to explain himself as Raphael just listened. "You did so well baby," Raph smiled, reaching around to tip Evan's chin up to meet him in a kiss. This time, he let himself melt into it as he basked in the feeling of releasing a full bladder. "Let's go get you cleaned up." Evan just nodded enthusiastically, following the other into the bathroom and locking the door behind them. He should've said no, he knew that he'd have to clean up the piss on the floor and get up for classes in the morning, but hey. That was a problem for future Evan to deal with.
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  47. Definitely 1, but i wouldn't have the guts to go anywhere while wearing a diaper... Still wanna try using a diaper outside of my comfortable home zone but itd be one of those things id only do if i were chatting with someone who was doing the same thing at that moment...
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