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  1. We have finally done it! After more than 10 years since we first launched, we have now made one-thousand unique, high-definition, pants wetting videos. This celebratory 1,000th video features Alisha and Olivia wetting their pants together. In the video they talk about what it means to have made one-thousand videos, and share some interesting pee-related trivia. They then celebrate by “dancing” and intentionally peeing in their pants.
    8 points
  2. Stop sharing Freakarts videos or she will stop creating content. In the second post she says that she will upload older videos if she finds some on her PC. But if they get shared as well, she won't produce more content. After Shaiden Rouge (ferris wheel wetting), Freakart would be the second German model to stop wetting content because of content piracy (and it's her only content). I wrote some admin about that issue last weekend but nothing happened, so I post it here as well.
    5 points
  3. Thanks, we need to be a responsible community.
    5 points
  4. Hey guys this is my new series that I am going to be working on for a while hope you guys enjoy as I've discontinued the previous threads I was working on (and for anyone who's wondering this is British football not American football) Part 1 At approximately 10am an alarm sounded in a bedroom waking 15yr old Amy from her bed. In truth she didnt want to wake up but she had to as she had the one thing she never looked forward to, football practice. She dragged herself out of bed and slowly dragged her body into the bathroom to get showered and dressed as she had to be at the pitch by 11.30. After her shower she made her her way into her bedroom to get changed into her kit which had been laid out the night before. She then got herself ready to go and took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. She stared at herself in her black and white football kit and noticed that one of her short brown hairs was laying on her shorts and quickly brushed it off before heading downstairs. She arrived in her kitchen to meet her mother who was already making her breakfast, as always her mother complemented how good her daughter looked in her kit. Amy smiled back at her mom and greeted her as usual it was her mom who convinced her to join the team, not like Amy's mother forced her to do it though she always made it clear that she was fee to quit at anytime she wanted the only reason she didnt quit was to avoid dissapointing her mother. Amy sat down at her kitchen table whilst her mother brought her breakfast to her which she quickly ate as it was already 11.00. Before she left for the pitch she also had a tall glass of orange juice and grabbed a bottle of water before jumping in her mums car to be taken to football practice. Whilst Amy was being driven to football she had realised one crucial thing that she had forgotten to do before she left the house and that thing was, use the toilet. See Amy's football coach was a woman in her early 40's named Mrs Peters and overall she was a good coach but if there was one thing Amy hated about Mrs Peters it was her bathroom policy. See Mrs Peters didnt allow any bathroom breaks during practice which lasted two and a half hours, there were bathrooms on site but they remained locked even for the youngest players who were about eight though to be fair the younger girls practice was not as long, she could'nt remember exactly how long as it had been years since she ws on shorter practice times she just knew it was shorter than her's. Now Amy never had bladder problems but waiting over two and a half hours to pee when she would be constantly drinking water to stay hydrated would make any girl's bladder tremeble especially when the last time you peed was the night before, infact she had actually peed herself on her first ever practice because she was'nt aware of the bathroom policy, she could remember standing in line for the toilet with basically her whole team as nearly everyone had to pee, her body trembling her hands dug in her crotch until her body gave in and pee burst out of her pee hole full force soaking her pants and shorts and all the while she just stood in the same spot whilst her also desperate teammated just walked around her. Luckily no one made fun of her as they were all pretty sympathetic of her situation and the very next day someone else wet themselves infact even when they were all 15 accidents were still not uncommon among the team due to her crazy bathroom policy infact one of the girls had gotten so desperate that she had peed in her water bottle during break she didnt even run away behind a wall she just sat away from everyone else pulled her shorts down and peed in her bottle whilst the coach wasnt looking. In fact in Amy's seven years of playing for the team there was only one girl who hadnt peed herself ever and that girl was Amy's good friend Samantha, somehow she was always able to hold her pee during the entore practice even if shehad stated that she had to pee at the beggining of practice. Anyway Amy thought she was okay as she didnt have to pee yet and she thought that she would be fine, unitl her mom pulled up to the parking lot of the pitch when Amy felt that twitching feeling in her abdomen which indicated that a small urge to pee was brewing inside her. Amy was slightly worried by this but hoped that she would forget about it in time. Amy said goodbye to her mom but before she got out her mother gave her a change of clothes to change into if she got muddy by the end of practice as her mother did not like mud in her car. After that her mother wished her luck and then pulled out of the parking lot. Amy went into to the changing facilities to leave the change of clothes and to meet up with Samantha and another girls who Samantha said was starting today. She made her way into the changing facilities past the toilet, which was now locked. When she entered the changing room she saw that only two girls reamined inside one was Samantha and the other was a girl she didnt recognise, she was a short girls with long black straight hair who was sittibg beside Samantha who was still getting ready. Amy walked over to the girls and said hi to Samantha whilst also introducing herself to the other girl who's name was Molly the three girls continued talking and eventually Molly asked where the toilets were which is when Amy realised that Samantha forgot to tell her the most important part about the club. The two girls explained to her that the toilets would be locked until the end of practice which was in two and a half hours. Molly was stunned at this and asked if there was any exceptions to which Samantha replied only if your sick, Molly just stood there stunned but then said that she could make it anyway and Amy felt better knowing that she wasnt the only one who needed to pee. The three girls conversation was interupted by Mrs Peters who knocked on the changing room door to ask if anyone was still in there to which the girls replied that they were leaving now. The three girls walked out to see the face of their coach Mrs Peters who firstly welcomed Molly to the club and lead them to where the rest of the team was waiting. The girls headed over to the rest of the team maknig sure to grab their water bottles before they left as her training sessions were always extremely hard. The girls went over to the rest of the team and the first thing they started with was a bunch of running exercises which was always what they started with the way these sessions worked is that every 30 minutes thay had a short break to rest and refill their water bottles. During the exercises Amy was able to forget about her bladder mid way through as the pressure had been steadily increasing throughout the first 15 minutes of the training session and by the look of things Amy seemed to have forgotten about her urge to pee aswell it all went well, that was until the first break. The three girls sat down together and when they did Amy's bladder was starting to send stronger signals that it needed relief, it wasnt anything noticeable or anything that would prevent her from practicing but it was getting worse. While resting Samantha asked Molly how she was holding up to which she responded "good, but I still have to pee though". Amy thought it would be a good time to reveal that she too had to pee to which she replied by saying she felt better knowing someone else was in the same boat as she shifted in place to relieve the pressure a bit whilst Amy did the same. Near the end of the first break Samantha excused herself to go refill her water bottle at the bleachers near the other end of the pitch, even though her bottle was still three quarters of the way full, Samantha always filled up her bottle near the end of break and she never knew why. Soon the next bit of practice began and the girls started with some basic football drills as always, though this time Amy could still feel her bladder asking to be relieved as it didnt go away during the next fifth of training but it got stronger and she could tell that Molly was having a symiliar experience as she noticed that Molly was getting slower and that she had one hand near her crotch when she wasnt moving, Amy wasnt at that stage yet but she was getting there as she could feel the desperation building up inside her. At the second break the three girls once again sat together and Amy noticed that Molly had her hands in her crotch she figured Molly must be pretty desperate by now Samantha noticed this and asked both of them if they were okay to which they both replied yes, even though in truth Amy didnt know if she would make it or not as even though she wasnt showing it she was probably as desperate as Molly, as she could feel her full bladder pulsing inside of her begging for release as the third practice stretch began. The third practice stretch was more painful than the last two as the need in her bladder refused to go away in fact it only got worse as time went on judging by the fact that neither could run as fast as they previously could and Molly seemed to have her hands in her crotch whenever she wasnt moving infact when she was behing Molly she thought she heard a hissing sound and when she turned around Molly was doubled over, Amy guessed she might've leaked or something and in her case she wsnt doing much better as she could feel the swolen bladder begging for release as practice continued. When the thrid break started Molly was at her limit she just sat there with her hands dug in her crotch praying she wouldnt pee herself and Amy noticed what looked to be a tiny wet stain on her shorts, barely visible confirming that she had leaked earlier. The three girls just sat there talking until Molly suddenly shot up and ran over to the bleachers near the water fountain which were empty by now as the two girls ran after her with Amy going slightly slower due to her very full bladder they saw little wet patches on the dry ground which made them think Molly might be wetting herself. Their suspicion was confirmed when they turned the corner to go behind the bleacher only to see Molly loudly puffing and panting as pee streamed down her legs and through her shorts as she just stood there with a relieved look on her face. The two girls just stood in shock watching as Molly continued peeing full force into her pants and shorts. When Molly finished peeing panicking ensued not just from Molly but from Amy who's need had only gotten worse from seeing Molly pee herself. Samantha calmed Molly down and told her that it wasnt that visible which it wasnt and since it was so hpt outside they would dry quickly, Amy was another issue though as she was now doubled over her bladder in complete agony as it begged for release as she felt pee pushing against her sphincer, Amy was about to head back to the team when she felt a spurt of pee escape her peehole and dampen her white panties, she quickly doubled over and stood on the spot. Samantha sighed and then spoke up telling her to go under the bleachers. Slowly Amy ducked inside only to see a small box with a roll of toilet paper inside. Samantha explained to her that when her older sister played for this team they made this little area for the team to go pee during the breaks as they still never allowed toilet breaks, she then said that when she joined the team her older sister took her to this spot with her time when she was very desperate and since all the members of her older sisters team have left Samantha was the only one who knew about it and since the bleachers wre deemed unsafe to use no one came over here and they were pushed back behind the far goal post. Amy then realised that Samantha wanted her to go pee here which at first she agreed to almost instantly, Amy asked Samantha and Molly to stand back which they did and when the coast was clear Amy quickly lowered her shorts down to her knees and squatted low on the ground, she found it hard to get the flow started at first but soon her pee exited her pee hole, it was slow at first but it then picked up speed at it exited her peehole, Amy sighed in relief as she watched the golden liquid splatter onto the ground as the other two girls waited for her to finish. Amy stream eventually started to die down until it was nothing but a trickle and then nothing. Amy used one of the available peices of toilet paper to wipe herself dry and quickly got up to greet the other girls who were waiting for her. The girls were about to head back to the pitch but Molly stayed behind as she didnt think her bladder was fully empty and she wanted to make sure. The two girls headed back to the pitch alone and Amy looked back at the bleachers and thought to herself "Training here is gonna be a whole lot easier" End of part 1
    4 points
  5. firstly, before you slam that downvote - i don't upload or reupload copyrighted content. i do strongly support every good quality producer i respect and even try to help their business if i can, by either buying or promoting and spreading the word. as goes for the producers i don't find interesting - i don't bother watching their stuff even if i find it for free. i don't shared freakart's vids, i won't and i don't care if i see any. now to the point: so freakart is making a fuss about how she can't control who sees her videos and it somehow makes it uncomfortable for her - but she doesn't mind anyone with a few bucks can see her videos? no, it's not about you "can't be yourself", honey, it's just about money being the only motivation. but the problem is she's not the only one. there are loads of 20-something chicks who want easy money and decide they'll try to get some by making vids without actual fetish or real desire to do that, and you can tell that from the videos - no passion whatsoever, wettings are basic and repetitive, their excitement is fake. they totally ruined this fetish by only making it as a business oportunity to exploit (basically the whole fetish video (and art in general) industry has become shit because of these reasons - just look at some fetish clips from 90's or 00's, they are masterpieces of passion compared to this crap nowadays). so i really don't mind if these brats stop producing the vids. it's actually good - it makes more room and demand for those (very few) dedicated producers who actually put their hearts into it to make profit they deserve, because i much, MUCH rather see 1 good quality video full of genuine passion than 100 repetitive vids of random chicks who badly pretend they're into it just because someone offered them money. here is a fact: a good quality video producer who actually focuses on quality will ALWAYS have good profits, no matter how much piracy there is - some even see it more as gaining publicity than a nuisance. they make fans so loyal they get custom orders, and even donations and gifts. some of the best videos i've ever seen in my life were free, because the (amateur) producer was motivated by passion for the fetish and not money. sites like xtube in the years before they became paysites had some of the most amazing amateurs ever, and you can even find gems today. even i created my own videos and uploaded them there because it was an incredible joy to see some woman get turned on by it. sadly those days are over, it's all about money nowadays and the passion for the fetish is gone - all there is instead of it is worrying about what will sell and how much for.
    4 points
  6. 260 downloads

    Heres a free hd clip of me casually wetting my white jeans at sunset after my daily excercise. I wanted to test them out and see what they were like to pee in, but they didnt change colour as much as some others do. I think I will remake a week of wetting my white jeans with a different pair I have, as I think they will show the wet patch better! Anyways, this was a nice experiment to see how these jeans would look like if I wet them! Hope you enjoy this little clip of my wet walk earlier 😊 Alice ❤
    Free
    4 points
  7. 5,065 downloads

    This file originally came from DLJG-382 (I already Uploaded it) and is one of my favorite clips i have ever seen so i wanted to give it it's own little spotlight. Jav this clip came from Enjoy
    Free
    3 points
  8. DLJG-382

    7,269 downloads

    Beautiful girls hold it to the limit Enjoy
    Free
    3 points
  9. Found a model on pornhub. I asked if she would be willing to make me a custom panty wetting video. She agreed but asked if I wanted more than a simple bed wetting video. So I asked if she is willing to make a 30 minute long video of her spending a whole day wetting and rewetting herself. She will not take off her panties or change out of them. I told her I want them to dry while she is wearing them and she agreed! I asked her is she can show me a picture of her wearing some panties she said she has. I want to see what the look like on her. Then I am going to put in the order for the video. What makes this even more awesome is she will be a first timer!
    3 points
  10. @slovenc79 I am sorry, but I disagree with many of the point you made. You can't actually know what someone's inner thoughts or motivations are. You may suspect that it is all about money, but you don't actually know what she is thinking. She is saying that it isn't all about money, and she is the only one who knows for sure. At HD Wetting we are constantly on the look out for new models, and on a somewhat frequent basis I have been contacted by women who are interested in modeling for us, who say they legitimately enjoy wetting, but who are concerned about how many people could see their videos. They are comfortable with the idea that their videos may only bee seen by a few dozen paying customers, but not the idea that their content could be exposed to the wider internet. Many people do believe that having a paywall does limit the potential spread of content, especially people who have limited experience in this field. I have no trouble believing that a small, independent producer is uncomfortable with the idea of so many people seeing her videos and not being able to control it. Expressing one's sexuality to an audience is an incredibly brave, and personal, thing. Potential models that I interact with frequently express the desire to have some control over who is able to see their content, so I can easily believe that is the case here. And no one, unless they have psychic powers and can read her mind, really know anything different. I'm not sure what this has to do with a content creator wanting to have control over their content, but I can tell you that this isn't easy money, at all. In addition to the effort that goes into making videos, which admittedly technology has greatly simplified, there is still quite a bit of work involved with getting that content in front of potential buyers and marketing it so people will actually buy it. A successful independent content producer is having to constantly work to connect with their customers; plus they have to manage their own accounting, content production schedules, customer support, and everything else. Even being close to successful at this takes tremendous work and effort, it is far from easy money. Also, a lot of people simply are not good on camera. More than once we have tried to do shoots at HD Wetting with girls who had no modeling or acting experience, but who were very into the fetish. However, they were so incredibly awkward on camera that you would never believe they actually were into it at all. People change once the camera is on and is recording. We had another model in the early days of HD Wetting who was very popular. She wasn't into pee or wetting at all, finding the whole thing kinda gross and weird. She just didn't get it. But she had a background in theater and modeling, and watching her scenes, she totally could sell that she was thoroughly enjoying every bit of it. The idea that you can tell from their on-camera performance if they are really enjoying it or not is a fantasy. Anyone who has actually done this kind of work knows that. You cited some of the fetish clips from the 90's and 00's as positive examples of kink content- One thing that was different then was the barrier to entry. The technical requirements to record, edit, and distribute video at that time were much greater. In addition to a greater monetary investment in equipment that was required, there also was a base level of technical experience necessary to make it all happen. As a result, independent model/producers doing their own thing wasn't really a possibility. Creating a video required at least a producer and a model, usually a full crew with a producer/director, camera person, sound person, and editor. This allowed for real time monitoring and critique of the scenes as they were filmed, so it is no wonder that the content was better, as so much more went into it. But you also said some of the best stuff was from the 90's and 00's, where there was much more money involved and it was much more of a business. You say things have declined today, but it is much easier for real amateurs to produce and distribute videos. What it seems like you are dancing around is the concept of authenticity in videos. You are noticing that a lot of more amateur produced content that is available now lacks a feeling of authenticity- In a professional production, fake authenticity can be manufactured, and you had more of this early on when you had more skilled and professional people working to make videos. The ironic thing is that now that there are more real amateur videos out there, the amateur creators do not understand the language of motion pictures and do not understand how to manufacture authenticity in their products. So even though it is actually more real, it feels more fake. It is not all about money now. In fact, it has never been less about money. Everyone involved in this kind of content is making less money than ever before. For a solo producer, even a basic masturbation video will earn more than a wetting scene. Passion and money are not mutually exclusive. It is completely understandable that someone who enjoys wetting might want to make a few extra bucks by selling a video of themselves doing it. That doesn't mean they are into wetting any less, it just means they want to make a bit of money. You say this, but then the language you use doesn't feel very respectful, at least not to the performers in the videos. Or do only videos that rise to a certain standard get your respect, while you disregard other models? In your post you call freakart "honey," you tell her that her content, "isn't about you," and you tell her she is "making a fuss." That kind of language sounds demeaning and like you do not respect her or her desire to be in control of her own content. You go on to refer to other independent content creators as "loads of 20-something chicks who want easy money," completely failing to acknowledge the amount of work, effort, investment, or bravery that goes into doing something like this, and then later lump them altogether as "brats." Considering how little money there is in wetting videos, and the potential damage to their reputation, I have a hard time believing any of them are doing it just for easy money. Especially since I know that they could be making more in other kinds of content. They may lack the technical skills, acting education, and experience required to manufacture authenticity, but I don't think that justifies the level of disrespect illustrated here. Nor do I think that it justifies denying a content creator control over her own content, regardless if her motives are monetary or not.
    3 points
  11. When I joined here I knew I loved desperation. I knew I loved being desperate and watching and hearing others desperate. I wasn’t a fan of wetting or of control. but being in this welcoming community and growing here has made me experiment more and in doing so I have tried a few things like peeing through my underwear, wetting myself and controlling someone. what I have discovered is that I actually find these new things much more arousing than I ever thought I would. for example I always write my fiction stories when I really need to pee. It takes quite some time to write them and during my most recent one I became more and more desperate to the point when I rushed upstairs to the toilet I had no time left to pull my knickers down and this happened. before joining here I wouldn’t have found this in any way sexy but it actually was very enjoyable indeed. so has anyone found a new confidence to try more since joining here or share more? Has your fetish changed in any way since you became part of this community?
    2 points
  12. Cadence, Michele and Dixie decide to skip the fair. Instead they each wet their overalls and become pee lesbians. Overall wetting 3 girls Dixie C.mp4
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  13. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxhnT1QouhE
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  14. The producer in question here has reached out to us and filed an official takedown request, which we have honored. The producer has additionally been added to our sites Do Not Post list, meaning works from this person should no longer be uploaded anywhere on the site going forward, https://www.omorashi.org/do-not-post-list/
    2 points
  15. 221 downloads

    DLEE-090 Ureter gazer! Peeping on female piss arch. VOL. 2 Enjoy
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  16. Oh well, let’s go for a ride and see what happens. Chapter 16 Thursday “Oh wow!” Aiden’s voice was hushed, after his quick inhale of breath. It was enough to get Maria’s attention though, and she lifted her gaze from her wet legs and feet, to give him a grin, that looked half embarrassed, but also cheeky, and she made no effort to lower her raised dress, giving him the slightest glimpse of the wet crotch of her light blue panties. They had flowers on them, he noticed. “Oops, I toldya I needed to go,” she said, matter-of-factly, enjoying how shocked her friend looked. “Oh geez Maria.....what’re you gonna do now?” “Now? We’re going swimming, remember? C’mon. Let’s go get our swimmers on!” She dropped her dress, and waddled over the worst of the puddle that she’d created, and took a step towards the edge of the playground, keeping her legs slightly spread. “But, but, won’t you get inta trouble? Are you gonna tell your mama? She’ll be mad you didn’t go when she told you to!” Maria fixed him with a weird stare, as if she suddenly found him strange. “Duhhhh! Of course she would, silly! That’s ‘zactly why I’m not gonna tell her. C’mon. Let’s get changed. I’m gonna do same as you know, wear shorts. That way, I can leave my undies on, and mama won’t ever know they got wet. Hey! You should do the same. Put those underpants back on before you go. They’re almost dry, and it’ll rinse them out, and, your papa won’t know ‘bout your little accident!” Aiden grinned. He hadn’t been exactly SUPER WORRIED, about his underpants, but it had nagged at the back of his mind a bit about what to do with them. At home, if he had a little leak like that, he was usually able to sneak the evidence into the washing machine after his mum had started a load, or to rinse them out by hand. But here, he had no idea how the washing of clothes would work. He’d never used a washing machine in his life, so he guessed his dad would do that, and he didn’t want his father handling damp, or pee stained pants. It was bad enough to worry about the sheets.... He followed her inside, after she’d used the doormat to wipe as much wet sand from her bare feet as she could. “Go get changed,” she instructed, as she took a hobbling walk into her room, keeping her wet legs apart, but still leaving a couple of small drops on the floor. Aiden decided to leave his blue shorts on. His undies were only slightly damp now, so they shouldn’t show up any wet patch. He hurried to get undressed, then dressed again as quick as possible, because he always had the feeling that Maria was going to barge through the door while he was naked. It took less than a minute for the damp underpants to be fitted again, and he walked out of his room. The first thing he saw, was Maria, standing on her tiptoes, arms reaching up, trying to get some towels from the top shelf of the hallway linen cupboard. The second thing he saw, was her clothes. The dress was now gone, replaced with a white t-shirt, which was riding up as she stretched, showing the wet butt of her light blue panties, as she hadn’t put pants on yet. “Ugh. Aiden, you’re taller than me. Can you fetch that towel please? I need to like dry myself off a bit before I put my shorts on.” He wordlessly passed her the towel. “Thanks,” she replied, scurrying back into her room. His brain was spinning, as he selected a towel for himself. Maria bounced out of the room, with the towel around her shoulders, now wearing a pair of short, light green beach shorts. “Come on, Aiden! Let’s go have a biiiiiiiiiig drinka Coke, to make us build up again, then I’ll have to go tell my pairs I’m going to the beach. They won’t mind, but I gotta tell them first. Hey! If you wanna ask any of your friends, even bitch-girl, we can, I don’t mind?” He took the offered fizzy drink, taking a big sip, and wondering why he was doing this. “I don’t really need to ‘build up,’ I peed way before you did!” “Rubbish,” she replied. Your undies were still pretty wet. Couldn’t of been THAT long ago. I reckon we’re pretty even.” “Ok, ok, ok,” he mumbled. “You win. Look, I don’t really care ‘bout the others. We can ask ‘em if we see ‘em, but I don’t mind going with just you.” Maria smiled at this, suddenly leaping forward, and kissing him lightly on the cheek, then giggling at his shocked expression. “Thanks. Aiden. That’s the nicest thing a boy has ever said to me. I like you! Let’s go tell our olds, and if we see the other kids, we’ll ask them, if not, we’ll go by ourselves.” They held hands, until they got outside the house
    2 points
  17. She will just stop making videos, just like women making videos on Clips4Sale sites. I've pointed out an example of this in another thread. There's no need for it.
    2 points
  18. Fuck, it’s getting hard to hold. It’s over the moment I start leaking
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  19. @Hedonist I got you fam. kxpancakes - Desperate Pee in Panties.mp4
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  20. I sat on my boyfriends lap, in my leather panties and desperate to pee. He rubs my pussy through my panties and presses on my full bladder, teasing me. As we make out i moan and lose control. Pee pumps out of me as i flood my panties, soaking my boyfriends lap as he rubs my peeing crotch. The sound of pee splashing onto the cement almost encouraged us to continue. He pulls my panties away from my pussy briefly so my stream makes a loud hissing noise as I let it all go onto his hardened cock. When I’m finally finished peeing, My boyfriend are I are soaked with my pee as we continue to make out and rub each other. I just couldn’t keep my hands off his cock as it was drenched in the warmth I had just released. This was one of the hottest moments and we thought we’d share it.
    2 points
  21. 74,594 downloads

    This is an archive of a 3 year old torrent containing nearly 100 clips from Piss.JP All screenshots contain filenames so you can easily browse and pick what you want to download.
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  22. Sunset's Layers of Clothing Sunset Shimmer woke up one morning. She had so many layers of blankets on for some reason that her pajamas were damp with sweat. She changed out of her pajamas into a pair of dark red panties, and put on a white and pink T-shirt and a short, skintight pair of dark blue shorts. She was thirsty from sweating so much so she chugged down a glass of soda and four glasses of water. When she walked outside to go for her morning walk, she shivered a little, as it was a little cooler than the previous day, for it was fall. So she walked back inside and put on a pair of tight jeans over her shorts. If the day got warmer she could always take her jeans off. Or if Rainbow Dash challenged her to something athletic. As she was walking, she ran into Rarity. "Ooh, Sunset, I'm so glad you're here. I've got three new outfits for the fashion show and I'd like you to model for me." "Sure," said Sunset. She wasn't as into fashion as Rarity, but she always thought it was fun. ... As Sunset went to Rarity's room at the theater the fashion show was taking place in, she realized she had not taken her morning pee. But, she was sure she could hold it. These fashion shows never took that long for her anyway. First Rarity had her put on a skintight sparkly pink bodysuit. She had to admit it did look really good on her, and no one could even tell she was wearing jeans underneath. Sunset stood on the stage and posed. However, this fashion show was a little different. They took pictures of her from all angles, and spent about ten extra minutes on her butt, as part of the fashion show was examining how their butts looked in the bodysuits. The judges seemed quite impressed, saying this suit outlined her butt perfectly, while commenting on what a cute butt she had. Sunset was very flattered, for she took great pride in her behind. Rainbow Dash was also a part of the fashion show, also wearing Rarity's outfits. She farted while they were examining her butt, finding this to be absolutely hilarious. Sunset was sweating a bit in the studio lights so she downed two more glasses of water. Rarity gave Sunset her next outfit, a purple miniskirt type dress that buttoned up at the back. In the interest of time, the contestants were allowed to put them on over their bodysuits, which Sunset did, Rarity buttoning it up. As Sunset posed for the fashion show, she felt her need to pee increase, slowly becoming more doubtful that she was going to make it. At least this time they weren't inspecting her rear. Not that Sunset didn't like them admiring her butt, but she wanted the fashion show to be over so she could find a bathroom now! Finally, it came time to try on the third and final outfit, a fancy-looking blue dress that took about ten minutes for Rarity to get on. Sunset crossed her legs and fidgeted the entire time, wishing she hadn't been hot and thirsty enough to drink THREE more glasses of water before wearing this dress, despite her intense need to pee. "Do try to hold it Sunset," said Rarity. "This is the final stage, and I will be very upset if you pee in my outfits." "I'll try," said Sunset. "But I gotta go, REAL bad!" Sunset walked onstage and posed as best she could, holding herself and crossing her legs under her dress. Rainbow snickered at Sunset's desperation. The judges seemed to think her desperate poses were cute, too. "I hope she doesn't end up peeing herself," said Hoity Toity. "That is a marvelous dress." Sunset blushed a little, still holding herself and feeling waves of pee sloshing around inside her. After what seemed like an hour, the fashion show was finally done. Sunset ran to the bathroom as quickly as she could. "Well, we have a winner!" said Sapphire Shores. "Rarity has the best outfits, and her best model is Sunset Shimmer! She has a cuter butt than Rainbow Dash, and her 'need to pee' poses were even cuter!" "And she didn't fart in my face," said Photo Finish. Rainbow Dash chuckled. Sunset reached the bathroom, entered a cubicle, and locked it. She didn't have time to pull down her dress so she lifted it up. She then remembered, upon seeing it, she was wearing a bodysuit under her dresses. Feeling more uncomfortable by the second, Sunset started untying the back of her dress. It was tricky because it was on her back, and Rarity had put it on so she didn't know how it all went. Some of the knots seemed very tight. If only it was loose enough for her to take it off over her head right now! She began to work faster and faster with the strings, for she really needed to go! After about fifteen minutes, she finally got it undone and took it off, throwing it to the side of the toilet. Then she got to work on her other dress, the short purple dress she was wearing underneath the fancy dress. Her hands were sweaty so it was tricky to unbutton the back of it, especially since this made her unable to hold herself. This was a problem, because she felt like she was about to burst! It took about nine minutes but she was able to get it off, throwing it on top of the fancy dress. Next was her bodysuit, under which were her jeans, under which, her shorts, and her panties. Once she got her jeans down she'd easily be able to get her shorts and underwear down and pee. But every second counted and she wasn't sure she could hold it that long. To her horror, the zipper of her bodysuit was stuck. Sunset pulled with all her might. She might have been able to get it sooner, but her hands were sweaty and often slipped off the zipper. She became more frantic as she desperately fumbled with the zipper. And then, Sunset felt her crotch grow warm and wet as a soft hissing noise was heard. *ppppsssssssssssss* Sunset was peeing herself. She tried to stop her stream, but it only got harder. With a sigh of dismay, Sunset sat on the toilet to avoid making a puddle on the bathroom floor and peeing on the two dresses. Rarity would be angry enough for wetting ONE of her prize outfits. A wet spot was rapidly expanding on her crotch, and in seconds the pee was passing through the butt of her bodysuit and splashing into the toilet below. Sunset couldn't help but sigh in relief. Sure, she was having an accident in her shorts, her jeans, AND one of Rarity's outfits, and her panties were soaked, but the relief felt amazing after holding it for so long, and part of her did like the feeling of the warm release. She peed for just under two minutes, after which she let out another sigh, enjoying the relief despite her humiliation. Then, she sheepishly opened the stall door and walked outside, holding both dresses in front of her and hoping to get home and change before anyone noticed that she wet her pants. She was stopped by Rarity. "Sunset, darling, they loved you SO much more than Rainbow Dash! Come onstage and claim your prize!" Rarity pushed Sunset forward onto the stage by her butt, noticing at that moment that it was wet. "Ew... Did you use my bodysuit as a toilet?" Sunset blushed and tried to hide behind the dresses, but Rarity pulled them out of her hands, exposing her wet spot to the audience. Many of them started to laugh. "I tried, but... I didn't make it." "Her outfit looks even better after wetting it," said Photo Finish, and they took pictures. "Turn around so we can see how your butt looks now," said Sapphire Shores. Blushing beet red, Sunset turned around and let them take pictures of her pee-soaked tush. Rarity let Sunset take her prize, and then took her to her house. "Shame on you for peeing in one of my outfits," said Rarity. "I'm sorry Rarity... I just couldn't get the zipper down." Rarity sat down, put Sunset over her knee, not caring that she was getting some of her pee on her, and swatted her rear. With three layers of clothing plus her underwear, it didn't hurt much, but Sunset still felt ashamed. As the spanking continued, Sunset noticed Rarity seemed to be spanking her a little more playfully, and she liked it. After about 50 swats, Rarity stopped. "I hope I wasn't too harsh," she said. "I'm sure you tried your best, and I can only imagine how embarrassing it must be for you. I wet myself once, and it was dreadful, though no one noticed because I was wearing skintight black pants at the time." "Don't worry," said Sunset. "It didn't really hurt, and I like it when people do that." "Wet themselves?" "No, slap my butt." Sunset giggled a little. "Well you DO have a very nice butt." Rarity slapped Sunset's tush again playfully. "I may have just wanted to slap it more than trying to punish you." Sunset giggled. "Maybe I should pee in your outfits more often." "Let me try to take this off." Rarity tried to undo Sunset's zipper, but it still wouldn't budge. "This zipper is broken." "Oh... The second wave is coming..." The rest of the pee left over had now filled her bladder, and she got off Rarity's lap and ran to the bathroom. "Between the broken zipper and you peeing in it, that outfit is no good anymore, so I'll have to cut it off you. Just wait while I fetch a pair of scissors." "Too late."
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  24. Staying in a diaper as long as possible I’ve been having a lot of fun with ‘mega diapers’ – that is, wearing huge amounts of padding for protracted periods of time. Normally, I’m more into pull-ups and Goodnites – in other words, ‘big girl’ protection, and only occasionally wear tabbed diapers. My age play mindset is more oriented around being young, but not too young. However, every so often I will delve into tabbed diapers and they tend to make me feel very little. There’s something about the extra padding, how it impacts your movement, and the complete inability to remove them (and be able to refasten them) that gets me into this much younger head space. When I wear these, I love the complex feeling of vulnerability and security – you can’t close your legs completely so you are vulnerable (and un-lady-like, again playing into the younger mindset), but also protected with extra thick padding. There’s a bunch of other stuff going on, including the crinkles (which little babies might enjoy, but would make a bigger girl blush), the impact the diaper has on your silhouette, and even the pictures on the protection. Enough for several psychology papers, at the very least. Anyhow, one of the products of COVID19, is that I’m working from home, I’m sure this is the experience of many people. And this situation is a drag, but also presents kinky fun opportunities I haven’t had since grad school. For any of you following my posts, I’ve been enjoying padding myself up, and working at my desk in diapers that can old three or more wettings. And the other day was just such a day. Here’s what I did. I started in the evening before bed, I wanted to wear a diaper to bed and to snuggle up with my hubby on the couch while we watched TV before bed, and things kinda got out of hand… I was down to my last Rearz Lil’Monsters diaper. I guess I have been rocking the thick diapers more often these days. As it was my last one and I am not planning on ordering more diapers until my stash is absolutely depleted (to keep the pressure off my diaper supplier for people who have a real need), I wanted to make this an extra super special adventure. I had to be thick; it had to be long… wait… that’s starting to sound like I’m describing something else. Let’s try that again. For this kinky adventure, I assembled an arsenal of padding. The outside layer would be a Rearz Lil’Monsters diaper, with gathers carefully lifted. Next, I laid a pad, an enormous stand alone pads – Prevail Overnight Incontinence Pads to be precise. I had to look through my past diaper orders to figure out which pads these were as the pack is long gone and I’ve had them for a while. Their longevity in my diaper collection is on account of the fact that they suck. They had mediocre gathers, and are very absorbent (they can take two full Rachel bladders), but they are way too bulky for a pad. I don’t actually have panties that they will fit in, and sticking them into panties with the tiny amount of sticky stuff is ridiculous. They end up being like a huge full-sized diaper-sized pad, swimming in a tiny pair of panties which they end up stretching out. I have no idea who would wear these at night either, as because they are impossible to fit snuggly with normal underwear, they don’t fit against the body, and the mediocre gathers don’t work. I think I’ve used like 4 of these, and only out of desperation. Anyhow, I cut slits in the bottom of the giant purple (they are purple by the way) pad, and placed it as my next layer. On top of this, I layered a Goodnites Trufit pad, which make excellent stuffers. I then liberally applied rash cream to my diaper area, as I was intending on spending a long time in this diaper. As an aside, my diaper area covered entirely in rash cream is super fun to look at. The white goop makes my skin look white, which really accentuates the delicate curves of my slit. I appreciated my white mons and girl parts for a little while, and then lay down on the floor to fasten up my diaper. This took a little more effort than usual, given the added bulk of the two pads. I taped it up, and then tried to stand. I managed to stand but I found that, as with previous ‘mega-diapers,’ this one constricted normal movement. Now when I wear a Rearz with a Goodnite soaker pad, it makes me waddle a little. This one was different. My legs were forcibly held apart, as though I were wearing a spreader, and I could not walk at all. Instead, I had to wiggle back and forth. I immediately went from feeling naughty and sexy inspecting my blanched girl bits, to feeling little. I wiggled into the bedroom and found a cozy onesie. Pulled it on over the huge bulging diaper, and made my way into the living room at a considerably slower speed than normal. On the way, I stopped in the kitchen and used packing tape to doubly secure the diaper. It was already sagging under the added weight and bulk of the pads. I was now fully encased in the diaper. There was no escaping without scissors. It was 10:30 pm (this is important later…for those who are interested in these kinds of thing) I made my way into the living room, after putting my onesie back on, and snuggled up onto the couch where my hubby was waiting. He knew I was wearing a diaper. He knew I was wearing a diaper when I crinkle-waddled my way into the living room, and he knew he was in for a snuggly little Rachel. We watched a little TV, all the while I was forced to keep my legs immodestly apart to remain at least somewhat comfortable. It was impossible to close them. After a while, we called it an evening. I blushed hard when I stood up, as my thick diaper seemed even more obvious now, after cuddling on the couch for a good hour, I’m not sure why, possibly because my hubby followed me into the bathroom to brush our teeth, and so he could clearly see my massively diapered bottom wiggling in front of him. Teeth brushed and other evening things done, we headed to bed. I should add that I was a very good girl and my diaper was dry. I did, however, neglect my night time pee, which I (almost) always do out of long force of habit. I awkwardly got into bed and immediately realized that I had a problem. My legs would not close. When I tried, the closest I could get my knees together was more than a foot! This was a problem as I typically sleep on my side, as one spoon or the other, but this would be supremely uncomfortable. To solve this problem, I got up, and found a large pillow to placed between my legs. As my diaper was crinkling a ton and this tends to bother my hubby, I borrowed a pair of his boxers to wear as a diaper cover. Laying there with a pillow between my legs made me feel like I was a teenage again, rubbing myself off in a diaper against a pillow, but given the thickness of my diaper, there was no way I could feel anything through the padding. I snuggled in against my tolerant husband (as the little spoon) and eventually got to sleep. ------ I half-woke up a couple of times in the night when my legs felt uncomfortable, and I needed to shift them. I ended up mostly sleeping on my back, which is not common for me, but it was the most practical position given how much I was swaddled up. When I woke up the next morning, I was bursting to pee. It was 7:30 am and my bladder was throbbing. I was actually quite impressed with her. In most circumstances she would have given up and caused me to wet the bed in the night. As it was, she woke me up a little earlier than normal and screamed at me to empty her NOW. I was groggy, and it took me a few moments to remember where I was and that I was engulfed in an enormous diaper. I was lying on my back, and the urgency from my bladder was painful. Getting up and removing my massive diaper was not an option (or one I would consider), and so, still on my back, I relaxed (it did not take much), and released a night’s worth of pee with an aggressive hiss into my diaper. Wetting yourself on your back is delicious. I love how the hot warmth of the pee runs down your labia, suffusing it with warm wetness, and tickles your back passage. The sensual wetness was somehow accentuated by the thick diaper, which pressed my labia tightly closed, resulting in an exquisite wet feeling all over them. Delicious. I revelled in the feeling, and then rolled over to snooze for a little while longer, once again the pillow was between my knees and I awkwardly adjusted myself into a little spoon position. It had been an absolutely full bladder, and I had peed for at least a full 45 seconds. I was awoken by my hubby getting up, and after another few minutes of starfishing on the bed, my legs splayed out by the thick padding, I fumbled my way off the bed and went about my morning routine. As I was planning on spending as long as possible in the diaper, I did not, unlike other mega-diaper experiences, stock up on tea. Instead, I had a single mug of black tea with cream with my morning bagel, and then fixed up my top half to be ready for a day at work. I wore a random tan bra, work appropriate blouse (conference/video calls were in the cards today), and did up my hair and makeup. I was still wearing my hubby’s boxers over top of my diaper, and left these on. I pulled an old pair of sweat pants over top of these, and some comfortable socks. I also snuck open the waistband of my diaper and spritzed in some more baby powder to help keep me dry throughout the day. As getting up from my desk was going to be awkward, I fixed another small pot of tea (one that holds at most three mugs), and put down a small disposable chair pad, in case I leaked. My plan was to not get up to change until I leaked. This equipped, I settled in at my desk in my mildly wet diaper. It was 9 am. The morning was a typical morning for me – calling volunteers, answering emails. After about 45 minutes, my bladder had become noticeably full from my morning tea and without much thought I released this into by diaper. Over the next three hours, I went about my normal work routine, and finished two mugs of tea. My bladder was filling up about every 45 minutes, and when it became noticeably full I would pee (so maybe a 4 on the desperation scale, or for laypeople, the feeling of having pee in your bladder but with no urgency or need to void). It got to the point where I hardly noticed. At noon I took a short 30 minute break to fix my hubby and I salad wraps. Waddling into the kitchen was fun, as I could feel my considerably expanded bottom swelling and wiggling as I moved about the kitchen. I should also add that I did check for leaks and there were none. The impromptu boxer shorts diaper cover was still dry, as was the pad I had put down. I peed once, about half a bladder’s worth, while making lunch. I also grabbed a big glass of ice tea. At some point towards the end of lunch, I felt my bladder release again, almost unbidden. Sitting down at my desk after being up and wetting was fun. I got to appreciate the squelching sensation of sitting on several layers of gooey wet diaper floof. The only problem with having got up was that gravity had helped distribute more pee toward my bum, which made it feel like I was sitting on a sort of wet, squishy, burrito. I ate at my desk and chatted with a friend on social media. Now, you might be wondering, if Rachel had been in this diaper since 10:30 pm the day before, so a total of over 14 hours, what about #2. Well, it was about this time after lunch, that I was having similar thoughts, or should I say sensations. My tummy gurgled and let me know that it wanted to contribute to the diaper as well. It was nothing urgent, but it was certainly going to be an issue going forward. I clenched and carried on, trying to ignore this upcoming threat. I finished my ice tea and made another pot of tea. At this point, I was drinking a mug of tea maybe every hour, and peeing my diaper in moderate amounts every 30 minutes or so. I lost track of exactly how many beverages I had drunk and likewise how many times I peed, as my bladder was almost emptying itself after it reached a certain point. I would sometimes only be half aware of relaxing it to pee while working, only to be reminded when the warm wetness suffused my nether lips. It was now about 3 pm, and I wrapped up all my calls for the day and was slogging away at emails. I had effectively ignored my bowels, and the need to go that had popped up after lunch had abated. It’s interesting how the bowels will do this, but not your bladder. I think another contributing factor might have been the added pressure against my anus. The Goodnite Trufit pad had swollen considerably at this point, and was not quite pressing between both cheeks, but the kind of little mound it was making down the back of the diaper was putting increased pressure on my bum, pressure what would have made pooping a challenge. I was loath to have a #2 ‘accident’ in the diaper as I was sharing the apartment with my hubby. Now I’m not really into poop stuff, but occasionally I have experimented with pooping, enemas, castor oil, and that sort of thing. When I have experimented with these kinds of things, it’s typically been when I’m on my own, and I have plenty of time for clean up. It’s the clean up and smell that turns me off #2 stuff, while the feeling of loss of control resulting from an enema or the added feelings of humiliation associated with a #2 accident that give it appeal. Anyhow, this passed through my mind as I continued to work. My diaper at this point was VERY full. It had not yet leaked into the pad I was sitting on, which was a bit of a surprise. However, it was starting to get uncomfortable, specifically on my bum. The muscles of my bum were sore where the added pressure from the thick, swollen pads, was pressing. I think, a better analogy would be like a bicycle seat. Sitting on the two wet pads and diaper was like sitting on a bicycle seat for a little too long. I worked through this discomfort, but also notice my shoulders and back were getting a little sore. The kind of soreness my friends who have very large breasts complain of. I think that I was hunching over my computer more than normal, and the reason was that the thick diaper was raising my higher than I would normally have been, which is absolutely wild. I tried adjusting my chair, but it didn’t work, so I just tried to improve my posture, and carried on. At 4 pm, I noticed a new issue. The pads inside the diaper were so swollen, and the packing tape was doing such an excellent job holding the sodden bulky diaper to my frame, that the outer leg holes of the diaper were starting to dig into my legs. So there was tight discomfort sort of on the lower outside of the leg holes of the diaper. Loosening it was not an option, as fiddling with the tape would utterly destroy the diaper. I tried to work through the discomfort, but after a little while, I decided to get up and waddle into the bathroom to get some more baby powder, as trying to re-adjust the diaper had revealed just how sweaty my skin was underneath it. When I ‘walked’ it was like I was a cowboy on a horse, my legs were so far apart. I grabbed the baby powder bottle and applied it liberally. I don’t know if it’s the kind of baby powder I use, but applying to a wet diaper area causes a strange reaction where it heats up! So now I had a very warm pussy, as I cowboy walked back to my desk. When I sat down, I gave up all semblance of sitting like a lady. My legs were now spread wide, like I was straddling my office chair. I felt like I was sitting with some serious ‘big dick’ energy! Walking around seemed to have shifted the diaper so the leg hole was less uncomfortable, and I went about working. After another 30 minutes, my butt cheeks were almost numb, and my legs sore from holding them open for so long. I checked and there were still no leaks, which was very impressive. I was worried that the thick pads would shift the pee down their sides and direct them away from the absorbent core of the diaper and pads and overwhelm the gathers, but so far everything was holding up well. When I stood up, the outer plastic of the Rearz diaper was taught and felt like it was under considerable pressure. It was taped tightly to my body, so it didn’t flop around when I moved. I took to standing up every 15 minutes to keep my bum from getting too numb. My stomach was a little sore, but the urge to poop was not significant at this point. When 5 pm rolled around, I kept working, as I had a report to finish, and I heard my hubby walking around the flat. The skin of my inner thighs was beginning to feel clammy. While I had liberally applied rash cream to my more intimate parts, I had not done my inner thighs, as these would generally be outside of the diaper. However now, the diaper was so swollen that it was rubbing against my inner thighs, causing some discomfort. I had now been in this one enormous diaper for 18 hours! This was certainly a record for me, though I don’t think I’ve kept records like this before. My bum was definitely feeling numb now. I emptied another half-full bladder into my diaper at about 5:45, and this time it felt a little different. I could feel the pee running through the diaper, over the surface of the inner swollen pads. And I could feel it leak. Not too much, but a distinct change in the feeling on my lower butt cheeks, the classic place for a diaper leak to occur. I continued to work through the leak, but at 6 pm, when I had wrapped up my work and got up and moved into the kitchen to prepare an early dinner, the pad I was sitting on had a smallish wet spot towards the back. When I went back to my computer while the rice cooked, I sat down with a mighty squelch and everything felt wet. When I reached back and slipped my hand down the back of my diaper my skin felt soaked and it felt really slimy – on account of the moisture beads that likely fell out of the purple pad where I had cut slits. I felt like my body was suspended in a little miniature flotation device, and understood why the original all-in-one diapers were called ‘Boaters.’ Check out this link if you are not familiar with ‘Boaters’: https://invention.si.edu/papers-illustrate-woman-inventors-life-and-work Anyhow, the back of the diaper was definitely straining under the pressure and it felt like it was fit to burst! My bowels were strangely quiet all this time, which saved me the trouble of worrying about what to do if I had to poo. I messed about on social media, all the while feeling definitively wet in my diaper area. Now sitting down, I adopted a new position – where I pushed my butt back, like I was sticking it out, and tried to hold my torso straight. This was more comfortable, given the girth of my diaper, but put a strain on the diaper itself. I would occasionally reach around and feel the straining plastic. Sitting in this fashion a short while later, I had the oddest sensation, like something wet and slimy was crawling up my bum, between the cheeks. When I reached back, my fingers came away wet and covered in baby powder. I felt like the diaper had reached critical capacity and was now undergoing a massive failure. I stuck it out while I waited for the rice maker to beep. Despite the fact that the diaper had clearly failed, I still had to pee a little at this point (I had subsequently drunk another mug of tea), and I had a momentary pause before releasing my bladder into the failed diaper, but the habit I’d acquired over the past many hours held and I peed. As I peed, I could feel a line of liquid moving up my bum, and I was suddenly worried that the pee would overflow the back of the diaper and pour down the outside. I quickly stood up mid flow. The bum of the boxer shorts I was wearing was completely soaked. At 6:45 pm, I call it. It was time to change. I was standing in front of my computer (typing this in fact, and yes I realize I’m writing in the past tense…), and could feel a warm wetness on the back of my legs. My bowels felt full, possibly not quite as much as the diaper, but I needed a change. Any further peeing into this diaper would only result in leaks. So, I waddled and wiggled my way into the bathroom to clean up before finishing making dinner. I grabbed the kitchen scale on the way into the bathroom for the final weigh in… My diaper cover, soaked and covered in baby powder. I could not easily remove the diaper. The single wrap of packing tape was doing its job very well, holding the massive sodden bulk to my frame. I found some scissors and used them to carefully slice down the sides of the diaper. After cutting on side, the whole thing shifted down, and I quickly pulled my legs together as close as they would go to hold up. I sliced the other side and held the diaper with my other hand as I finished the cut. I carefully lowered the diaper and pads to the ground and arranged it for a lovely shot. As you can see, the diaper was absolutely soaked, as were both pads. The entire thing was at maximum thickness. You can see how thick it was with the razor added in for scale. Can you imagine this sodden bulk pressed firmly between your legs? I should also add that my diaper area felt very wet and clammy, and there were red marks on my lower waist/upper legs where the tape had held the diaper close to my body. I rubbed them and my skin was sore and damp. I hadn’t thought to powder the outside of my legs. There was a little clump of wet baby powder in the back part of the diaper, which must have been the slimy thing I felt while waddling over to the bathroom. I took a few more shots, this time rolling up the pads to show you just how thick they were, as laying them flat does not do them justice. As you can see, the Goodnites Trufit pad can hold a lot. The purple pad also held a lot. You can see the glistening moisture absorbing crystals, filled with my pee, through one of the incisions I made in the bottom of the purple pad to allow the pee to easily flow out into the diaper. I feel like it’s like a diaper geode! I then rolled up the whole, heavy, mess, and fastened it with some of the loose packing tape. It was difficult to bundle up, given the sheer volume of pee this little absorbent assembly contained. I eventually got it wrapped up and hoisted it onto the kitchen scale. And hoist is the correct word. This baby weighed in at 3.25 KG!!! That’s a huge amount of pee! I still can’t believe that the diaper held so much liquid, and that I wore it for so long. Final stats, because I know you all want to know: Final diaper and pad combined weight: 3.25 Kg. Time diaper was worn: 20 hours 15 minutes! I don’t think I can do another marathon wearing session for a while, mostly because I’ve run out of Rearz diapers and I don’t think that another diaper could possibly serve as an outer shell quite as effectively. Maybe once my Alpaca diapers arrive? Anyhow, after taking my final picture, I hopped into the shower for a much needed shower. I spent a long time cleaning my diaper area, and actually had to pause the shower, as my bowels decided to demand emptying mid-shower and there was no waiting. What’s the longest you’ve worn a single diaper for? Rachel As always, if you like my content, please consider buying a pair of my dirty panties, or get me something off my wishlist: https://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties
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  25. View File Flooding myself in front of the toilet Hey guys! It's been quite a while. I've been adjusting to life in lockdown, and I'm back home with my parents at the moment... which means I cant make new videos (boo hiss!). But here is one that I've pull from my reserves. I was doing a hold for another member, and I had to go so unbelievably badly. Eventually I couldn't hold it and rushed to the toilet, but as I got in front of it, I burst. I just stood there and flooded my super tight chinos and stripy knee socks. I kept peeing and peeing and my chinos were soaked from front to back, and I made the biggest puddle I've ever seen! I swear it was nearly two feet across! Anyway, the relief was pure bliss, but I was a bit tender the next day... I hope you guys like this vid. Please tell me what you think, and if you have any ideas for another vid, I'm going to stockpile them. I'm looking to get my own place in a few months, so I wont have to worry about pesky flatmates! Remember: stay safe, stay home and stay wet! Love you ❤😘 Submitter ShinyVolcarona Submitted 05/03/2020 Category Male
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  26. Get yourself a girl that will use your front door like a urinal.
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  27. Uh oh... I think if my girlfriend were to read this she would tell me that I have some catching up to do with her.
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  28. Thanks so much for sharing! I really love this scenario, but I think I'd look more like an actual accident if you started peeing earlier. It looks like you could've made it into the toilet. Just a personal preference though 🙂
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  29. A few links to omo files to get you started... Spanked for wetting panties
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  30. The pink panties underneath the white jeans is delightful. Thanks for sharing!
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  31. It was not, I think it would have been more comfortable if I'd been sitting on a more padded chair, like a couch, or standing, but sitting really pressed the huge lump of the diaper into my bum and made it go numb... But a girl's gotta try new stuff, right?
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  32. You might want to have a look at this: https://www.erome.com/a/qEQ18T8B I know it's rather detailed visually, but its the best example I know of. There's a couple of things in common: the "lift and spread" technique - results in good aim. Then, towards the end, they all go full force for the last little bit, and turn it off abruptly. One of my close female friends shared with me, it was her mom who taught her how to pee standing up, and it's her preferred method to this day. In fact, I have every reason to believe that she has better aim in the urinal than most men 🙂 I had to admit to her, I'd love to see a video of her in action but I don't think it will ever happen, sadly.
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  33. Michelle tried to concentrate on the report on her screen. As she scrolled down the page on the screen, she noticed she was gripping her mouse tightly to the point she could feel a cramp coming on. Taking a deep sigh, she closed her eyes then slowly and carefully relaxed her grip with her right hand. She did not, however, dare to relax her body, especially her left hand. Opening her eyes, she went looked back to the screen. She had lost track of where she had been. She tried reading a few sentences, trying to see if something would spark a vague recollection. But it was no use, she couldn't concentrate at all. She massaged her temples with both hands. Although it was cool in the office, Michelle was lightly sweating. A sudden staccato of two knocks on her office door startled Michelle. Her left hand instantly went between her legs as she squished her thighs together and tensed them. A bucket of cold dread washed over her from head to toe; there was only one person who knocked like that. The office door opened and in came her boss, Rachel, smiling, as always. For most people who have only passing interactions with her boss, she was a charming and friendly person. However, for the few who worked with her on a daily basis, Rachel had an arsenal of smiles that communicated subtle hints about what she was thinking or feeling. The smile her boss wore at the moment had a "fangy" edge to it, like a vampire. Mocking, confident, hungry. "Hi Michelle!" Rachel greeted her. "Are you finished with the proposed increases for next year?" "Rachel, I'm almost done, I just-" "Oh dear, Michelle!" exclaimed Rachel, cutting off Michelle. Her smile widened slightly. Although she didn't have canines, the "fangy" edge to her smile sent a shiver up Michelle's spine. She tightened the grip on her left hand. "I thought you would be done by now, it's almost half past ten. And I'd like to have the summary of the changes at some point before lunch." "Yes, of course Rachel," stammered Michelle. "I'm getting through it as fast as I can, but can I- ?" Michelle's voice trailed off as Rachel strode toward her desk. Rachel stood at 5'4" with 3 inches heels. To some people, she was a short, energetic, and helpful woman of 45. While Michelle was slightly tall at 5'11" and had an athletic build, she cowered slightly as her boss leered at her over the desk. Rachel's eyes passed over the left-hand pressed between thighs. Somehow, the edge to her smile grew sharper, like a knife just freshly sharpened on whetstone, and a tinkle in her eye showed the amusement she felt. Speaking with a significantly lower voice with only the slightest menacing growl Rachel said,"After I get the report, and not a moment before." Michelle could only lower her eyes and nod obediently. Rachel picked up the pink water bottle on her desk. It was almost 1/4 empty. She shook it slightly, making the water slosh around, then turned the bottle around in her hand. "This sticker says the water bottle is certified leak proof," Rachel commented. She arched an eyebrow and gave Michelle a razor sharp smile. "If only we could say the same about you." Michelle blushed at the humiliating remark. There was nothing she could do but hold her tongue, and her sphincter. Rachel returned the bottle to where it was then turned around and walked to exit the office. She stopped on the threshold, then turned around. "Oh, Michelle? You still have a bit of water in your bottle. Do remember to stay hydrated." She said sweetly, as if a mother doting on her child. But Michelle knew when Rachel was giving orders, even if they were not phrased as such. "H-how much more should I drink?" Michelle asked nervously. She couldn't help it any longer, she moved her right hand to join her left hand under her black pencil skirt and held herself. Rachel thoughtfully looked at the bottle and smiled sadistically. "'Don't stop'." Then she exited, smoothly closing the office door behind her, the door latch clicking ominously not unlike the that of handcuffs snapping shut. Michelle swallowed hard. The line on the her water bottle marked 'Don't Stop!' meant she had to drink almost half her bottle! It had been some two hours and a quarter of the bottle since she had last been used the toilet at her house. Her bladder strained against her white poly fiber panties. She shot her water bottle a look, directing all her frustration at the mess it had gotten her into. But she knew the truth was that, Rachel would have found some other way of torturing her. * * * Just over two weeks ago, Michelle had bought a 1.5L decorated motivational water bottle. It was a cute pink bottle with white cover and cursive lettering, where times and motivational messages were denoted instead of capacity marks. -- Ready, Set, Drink! 8am -- -- You've got it! -- -- Keep Going! 10am -- -- Don't Stop! -- -- Halfway There! 12pm -- -- Don't give up! -- -- Keep Chugging! 2pm -- -- Almost there!! -- -- You did it! 5pm -- It seemed like a practical way of tracking her water intake. Besides, it tended to be on the dry side in the office for whatever reason and her skin often felt a bit dry. The first few days, it had worked like a charm: she could see her skin becoming more radiant and hardly felt the dry air! Of course, the downside was that she needed to go to the bathroom all the time. And to get to the bathroom (or leave the hallway that belong to HR), she had to pass by Rachel's office, which had clear glass walls. The clear glass was intended to make the HR Director's office seem transparent and open, but of course the real reason was to remind her department that she saw everything and everyone. There was nothing she didn't know, and, as office rumors had it, no one she couldn't manipulate. Rachel hadn't really bothered Michelle in the three years she had been working at the office. Oh, there had been several sharp remarks about mistakes Michelle had made and some tense conversations, but it was the normal boss cracking the whip stuff. Michelle had been using the water bottle for a week, when Rachel made her signature two-knock announcement on the office door one day a few minutes after Michelle arrived. "Hi there, Michelle! Do you mind if we have a little chat?" Rachel said brightly. Something in her smile made Michelle uneasy. A passing memory of a low-budget car dealership commercial flashed in her head. The dealer starring in the commercial was a comical stereotype of the shady car dealer. His smile was slightly crooked and instinctively unsettling. It was the smile of a loan shark making you a deal you couldn't refuse. "Uh, sure Rachel." Rachel entered gracefully, shutting the door quietly behind her. "I've noticed you've been walking by my office more often than usual. Is there something that's been happening?" "Oh, that!" Michelle relaxed, though not fully. She had thought she had made an error on the 401k employee guide. "I bought this motivational water bottle to help me drink more water. See?" She held up her pink water bottle. "Of course, because of that..." Michelle trailed off, embarrassed. Rachel took it in hand and read the markings. "Oh, that's cute," she commented, turning the bottle over. "But... I'm afraid that you going to the restroom so often makes my department look a little bad." Michelle almost blanched, taken off-guard by the comment. "Um, I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm not sure why anyone would think that?" she said as calmly as she could. Bottle still in hand, Rachel said in a tender, motherly tone as if lecturing her child,"You see, Michelle, when someone goes to the bathroom every 15 minutes or so, it may seem like there's a lack of control, a lack of discipline. And image is everything to a company's human resources department. If an HR representative looks like she's not in control, then it looks like the HR department isn't in control. And if the HR department looks bad, then I look bad. We wouldn't want that, now, do we?" She flashed a sharp smile at Michelle for understanding. Michelle merely nodded. "With that in mind, I'm afraid I'm going to have to restrict how often you can use the restroom." The sense of unease in Michelle practically exploded into general alarm. She exclaimed,"You can't do that!" But she instantly knew she that was exactly the wrong reaction. Rachel smiled, her teeth suddenly possessing a razor sharp glint. "Michelle, are you aware of our policy regarding recreational use of illicit drugs, like marijuana or ectasy?" This time Rachel did openly blanch. Those were exactly the two things she used regularly. She had stopped using them to pass the obligatory drug test when she was hired. In her three years working she had not heard of anyone taking the drug test again after being hired. "I can't say when the next drug screening will be, as these tests are random," Rachel said. "As you know, our company has a zero-tolerance policy regarding drug use." She knows, Michelle thought. How the hell does she know? I can't afford to lose this job, she's got me. Michelle didn't trust herself to say anything, so she nodded silently. "I'm glad we understand each other." Rachel smiled victoriously, viciously. "So, effective immediately, when you need to use the restroom, you will have to come to my office and ask permission. Let's see if we can't help you practice some self-control." Rachel looked at the water bottle she was still holding. "You do have a point though, hydration is important to staying healthy. How about you keep the schedule on this water bottle? I'll be checking in randomly to make sure you keep to the schedule." Michelle felt like a sudden a 20lb weight had been dropped on her stomach. She realized exactly what Rachel was doing. Her mind raced to find some way out, but she was trapped. Setting the bottle down on the desk and moving to leave the office, Rachel said, "I'm glad we had this talk, Michelle. Thank you for your time!" * * * It was 11:04am, and Michelle was reaching the end of her endurance. Rachel had been torturing her all week, and it was beginning to have a diminishing effect on her ability to hold. Every day it seemed like her bladder was weaker and weaker. As she waited for the documents to finish printing, she had both her hands pressed up inside her skirt as she did a jerky and erratic pee-dance. She crossed her legs, then recrossed them vice versa, tensing her thighs, and randomly dipped to lower her center of gravity. Anything to that might seem to help her the least bit. Her panties were already moist, from the brief but constant losses of control over the past half hour. Michelle had repeatedly checked and rechecked the back of her skirt. She could see no stains that revealed how close she was to completely losing it, but she certainly felt something, and very self-conscious to the point of paranoia. Finally the printer finished. She snatched up the documents, grabbed the bottle from her desk, then dashed to Rachel's office. But there was already someone inside. She made eye contact with Rachel, and received the hand gesture saying "just a minute", but Michelle ended up waiting an agonizing extra few minutes while Rachel talked and laughed with the man. She felt the spurts grow larger, but could she could not hold herself for the extra support since she was holding both the documents and her water bottle. She could only gyrate her legs and tense her already sore leg muscles. As the man left the office, Michelle rushed in. Rachel's smile brightened visible as she entered. "Rachel, I'm finished with the summary, here's everything!" As carefully and respectfully as she could, she laid the papers out for Rachel on her desk. Still, her hands shook as she set the papers out; the physical effort to keep herself together was exhausting. Rachel leafed through the documents as Michelle stood there, with her right hand gripping the edge of her skirt as if one would hold on to a cliff edge to keep from falling to their death. It seemed to Michelle as if Rachel was intentionally being slow in reading the report, just another game to toy with Michelle by making her wait until the last possible second. A sudden wave of cramping pain made her lose control for a full second, and she felt a trickle down the inside of her thigh. "R-Rachel?" Michelle squeaked, the level of her panic matching the high pitch of her voice. Rachel didn't even look at Michelle, she kept on reading for a few more seconds. Then she set the papers down, satisfied for the moment. She treated Michelle to a smile of genuine mirth, drinking in the power of being able to push the younger, taller woman to the absolute edge of her willpower. "That will do for now Michelle. And your water bottle?" Michelle held the water bottle out and presented it for Rachel to see. She tried to keep it as steady as she could, but diverting even this amount of attention made her lose momentary control again. The trickle on the inside of her thigh dribbled further down, and she audibly inhaled, summoning the whatever strength was left to stop the leak. The trickle must have been visible past the end of her skirt, because Rachel's eyes looked downward towards her legs. "Alright, go before you stain my carpet," she said dimissively, disdainfully. Michelle had already turned around to exit before Rachel had even finished her sentence. She made a mad, desperate dash for the ladies' restroom. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw heads turn to look at her. She blushed fiercely at the attention on her obvious desperation. Although she the sound of her pulse was deafening in her ears, she could swear she could hear the whispers of the people on the floor. "...there she goes again..." "...my kid can hold himself better..." "...think she'd know her own limit..." Bursting through the door of the restroom, Michelle felt the very last vestiges of control slipping away like the grains of sand in an hour glass. She spurted into her panties, and this time she could feel wetness down to her ankles. She dropped the water bottle and flung open a restroom stall. She didn't even turn around but sat on the toilet facing toward the wall. Even before she was on the toilet, her muscles gave out. Hiking her skirt up, she gushed a torrent through her already saturated panties. The sense of physical, mental, and emotional relief took her breath away and made her mind mentally blank for a second. Somewhere in the emptiness she heard the distant, reverberating echoes of the water bottle clanging against the floor, bringing her back. She let the edges of her skirt slip through her hands and fall back into position, then leaned forward and rested her hands against the wall for support as she emptied her tortured bladder for several minutes. Her breathing slowly went from short ragged gasps to longer, even-paced panting, and finally normal breathing. Michelle became aware of her drenched panties clinging to her. They were still slightly warm, and the slight stinging sensation of the urine on her skin grew more noticeable as it was rapidly cooled by the ambient room temperature. Michelle began to collect herself mentally, and brought her arms down to inspect herself. Her white panties were ruined, that much was beyond a doubt. She sighed, then reversed her position so that she was sitting normally towards the door and eased her panties down. First she thoroughly wiped herself and her legs, then tried to dry her panties as best she could. Feeling that she was somewhat clean, she flushed the toilet and took off her panties fully. Unfortunately, she had no pocket to hide her stained panties. There was no choice but to put them on again until she could quickly pull them off and stuff them into her purse at her office. She rose on shaky legs to exit the stall. She rinsed her panties in the sink, then dried them again and washed her hands. As she slipped back into her panties, she felt goosebumps across her skin. The door to the restroom swung openly. Michelle turned around to find Rachel smiling her malevolent smile. In her hand was the pink water bottle Michelle had dropped. "It's almost lunchtime, Michelle. You're halfway there," Rachel said with perverse happiness.
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  34. I believe you are describing a video from ineed2pee starring the beautiful Alexa. Unfortunately their videos are not allowed to be uploaded here. Screenshot for reference/confirmation.
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  35. 351 downloads

    Watch me in this free, full HD video slowly wet my bed while listening to relaxing music. Letting it out little by little, before flooding them all over my absorbent mattress protector and sheets, then I lay on my back and rub myself through my soaked panties. This is a clip from my long bedwetting compilation! I'll post a link to the full, nearly 20 minute long compilation below in case anyone hasn't seen it. As always, thank you for all the comments, without that, I don't think I would have had the confidence to share all of my experiences. I hope you enjoy 😊 Love Alice x
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  36. View File DLEE-383 Scenes 1, 2, and 3 Hey guys these are the first 3 scenes from DLEE 383. Love the car wettings. I'll upload the other 3 when I have time. Submitter Hitman Hart Submitted 05/03/2020 Category Female
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  37. My contribution to this collab: A request by a discord user: A girl going home desperate to pee wetting herself by the door And an my version of this piece: https://www.deviantart.com/texttobelly/art/Omo-Coast-to-Coast-838695000
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  38. Definitely! I do want to keep the tone of the story and character behavior consistent, but I don't want to use the same words over and over. Also, how do I edit the OP again? Re-reading it make me see all the bad grammar/typos and I really want to fix it.
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  39. Kay cant hold it

    From the album: Girls und panzer album

    Well, that's for sure Kay. Can write a story about her.
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  40. By far one of my favorites.
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  41. I've actually seen girls pee outside a few times this one happen in to summer of last year when me and a few friends went to a party on the other side of the island. We travel in what I would call a mini bus that could hold about 16 people. On the way to the party we were drinking and smoking and when we got there after a 2 hour drive we all needed to pee some of the girls decided that they would hold it till we got inside well they was there others who jus went behind the bus. The thing was I didn't know that they went behind the bus and I had the same idea. When I went behind the bus I was treated to see the 3 girl squated in a line all peeing full force of course I did look to long tho
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  43. Had an "accident" last night. When I woke up I kind of needed to pee again so I decided to shoot this video. (Sorry about the camera angle - it's hard to get right when you're holding the phone up so you can't see the screen). wet blue.mp4 Screenshot for those who can't see the video:
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  44. Eva's Clips4Sale store is https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/114536/evamaries-clip-store Plenty of excellent jeans wetting clips there.
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