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  1. FMHT64

    From the album: Fill-Me- The Human Toilet

    Finally...
    3 points
  2. One of the things I love is to ask an escort to come over to my house when she's desperate to pee. I had a regular, she knew about this fetish of mine. She would routinely come with a full bladder, hold it for as long as she could, then pee in front of me. One day, she had been drinking a lot before coming to my house and was desperate to the point of no return when she arrived. I was not at home at that time, so she called me with real panic in her voice. I arrived home as quickly as I could to find her squirming. As soon as I opened the door, she rushed past me into the bathroom, removed her shorts and panties and started peeing furiously. The entire piss must have been almost a minute. Unfortunately I didn't get the whole thing on video, but here are the last 20 seconds or so. Needless to say, I was hard as hell and we had good sex after that. I have more stories about desperate escorts, will post them imminently. desp escort in house.mp4
    3 points
  3. Hello all! I thought I’d share this mornings little shenanigans with you. To start things off, last night I slept with only a hoodie on after masturbating. In the mornings I usually have to pee whenever I get out of bed but today was different since I wasn’t wearing any panties. I wake up and almost pee but not quite. I grab my panties and a pair of shorts and head over to the bathroom when a sudden lightbulb goes off. I go to put the panties on and pee right there on the bathroom floor, but my body only lets me wet in certain pants. Desperate, I run to my room and grab purple cotton panties and throw them on. About to let go, I decide on wearing jeans as well for extra warmth from my pee. As soon as they get buttoned my bladder released knowing it was okay. I walk over to my mirror to watch the jeans get progressively wetter and wetter and feel satisfaction that I pissed myself. After finishing (or so I thought), I went into bed with the jeans still on and started masturbating as wetting turns me on. I start touching myself and I start peeing more. Wetting my bed felt so nice, but it ended rather quick. I finished and got up to make breakfast and shortly after got in the shower. it’s good to be back peeing myself. Hopefully more stories and some pictures!
    3 points
  4. "Hold-It Hike" is expected to drop next week. This is just a handful of the poses Trina put up with for this one, y'all are in for a treat...
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  5. Home Alone

    Sometimes I write or draw stuff to get some fantasies or thought that start to get a bit too recurrent out of my system. Occasionally I also feel the need to share these with other similar minded people. Well, all this to say that I couldn't help but draw this thingie here this week, and I don't feel it should be confined to my kinky art folder 😛 Hope you like it.
    2 points
  6. Disclaimer: FYI the character in this story is on crutches (obviously) from a sports injury. I don't mean to fetishize disability without consent, it's only because #1, it's a heavily embellished version of a true story I was told, and #2, it's a good storytelling way to delay someone and make them desperate. Plus I've never read it before. I hope no one minds and that you will enjoy! Sam banged the heel of her hand into her left thigh. She ran it down her leg, pressing hard, feeling her muscular thighs through her tight, light blue jeans. She had to pee badly, but here she was trapped on a bus that was rumbling and bouncing through traffic. She looked up toward the ceiling as she pounded her thigh again, and let out her breath in a long exhale. Take stock: she had to pee extremely bad, she was trapped on a bus, and worse, she could barely move her legs to help herself. Her right leg was in a semi-immobile foam brace from her shin to her upper thigh, thanks to a damaged ligament from her after-work soccer league. The leg was stretched out into the aisle and the crutches were leaning against the side of her seat. She couldn’t bounce her leg, and she couldn’t cross it over her good one to squeeze her crotch and gain some relief for her pounding bladder. Instead she just pressed her thighs together as best she could. Sam should have peed at work. She knew this, but she had had a busy day. It was a small company in a shared building and thanks to her condition, the small staff bathroom was two long shuffles down two different hallways and an elevator ride away. She didn’t have time, and her bus ride home was short, dropping her off practically right in front of her house – usually. She had forgotten about the annual street festival, the bus’s long, circuitous route around all the summer street vendors and arts and crafts tents. Then there was the traffic. Then there was the car accident. Long story short, the bus had barely moved for 40 minutes. Home wasn’t that far away. As Sam’s need grew from distracting to urgent to critical, she thought about – no, she outright fantasized about – getting off and making a run for home. But she couldn’t run, and the sidewalks in her city were a mess. Sam half grunted and half whimpered under her breath as she felt a twinge in her bladder. She squeezed her tense athlete’s muscles, pushed herself up on her firm, round butt cheeks, clutched her jean-covered thighs again, and survived the storm, held back the flood. For now. She was sweating like it was the second half, her shoulder-length hair starting to cling to her forehead and face. Sam needed to pee, maybe worse than she ever had since she was a little girl. Once she had peed her pants at the end of a roadtrip, held on – literally – for the whole ride only to lose control just through the door of her house, giving in to the relief and the warm spreading flow. This memory didn’t help things. Sam felt another twinge and she pressed into her crotch. It helped her weather another surge but this was a nearly full rush hour bus and she didn’t want to make a scene. But damn it, she was going to explode! The bus started to move again, and crawled past a few more streets. “Thank god,” Sam thought, scissoring her legs,“PLEASE. Go, go go. Oh my god.” She rocked forward and back a bit, squeezing her crotch hard, feeling her supple groin and its soft lace panties through the rough denim. She bit her lip, tasted the sweat there, and whimpered again. She was worried passengers would think she was having some sort of health crisis. She crunched her eyes shut tight and tried to shut out her pelvic pain and pressure. And opened them when the bus stopped again. “NO. No, no, no, oh my god, please,” she thought, frantic. She stomped her good foot, maybe a little too hard for discretion. “I’m actually going to piss my pants.” Traffic was clearly moving at a crawl but she realized: this was only about four streets from home. She could get off! She was an athlete and had had some practice with the crutches by now. With how slow traffic was, even she could outrun the bus at this point. Her urethra felt hot, like she was being poked with a needle, and her belly was noticeably full of all the liquid she was holding back. She thought in horror about what it would be like to pour her overfull bladder out onto this seat, how her desperate muscles would collapse so close to home, and her warm piss would pool under her ass and run into the aisle. How horrifying. To prevent that, it was now or never. Sam pushed through the heel of her good leg, grabbed the seat in front of her and pulled herself up. Standing awkwardly in the small space, the first thing she did was squeeze her crotch again, as her need had actually somehow gotten WORSE. “Oh my god.” She finally said it out loud. She grabbed her crutches and swung down the aisle toward the back door of the bus, not saying anything to the driver, not being able to spare attention for anything other than moving her arms and legs and squeezing her pelvic muscles for all she was worth. The driver saw her and opened the door. Now the dance: stand on the good leg, two crutches on the ground – pop! The shock of the crutches on the ground, resounding up her arms and through her body, jolted her bladder and she whimpered again. She swung her weight onto the crutches and was free, moving immediately, faster than anyone would have guessed a woman on crutches could go. Weight on the good leg, swing the crutches, POW, DON’T PEE, swing through, repeat. Bathroom. Bathroom. BATHROOM. NOW! In this manner three streets passed by for Sam in a blur. Then she had to wait at a crosswalk. “Come on, come on, come on,” she said under her breath. “I’m gonna peeee. Oh man, oh please.” She curtsied on her left leg several times, felt a wave of pressure building up deep somewhere behind and below her belly button, felt a rush of warmth moving in her groin. “Eh-AH.” She gave a breathy, groaning whimper, and moved her useless, straightened right leg the few inches across her crotch that her brace allowed. Oh how she wanted to cross her legs. God how she needed to pee. On her last curtsy, Sam deftly undid the button of her jeans. It barely helped. Oh how she wanted to keep going, tug down the zipper, pull jeans and panties down over her firm butt that was straining the material so hard. The pee would gush from under her short trimmed pubic hair like a hose… But not yet. Walk signal. GO. Sam crutched for all she was worth and her house was in sight now. Three stairs up the porch. POP the crutches onto the stair, DON’T PEE, swing through with your arms, land, repeat. She whimpered. Her tanktop was damp across her chest. On the second stair Sam had to stop and grab her crotch again. She could swear she was going to start peeing any moment. She prayed her roommates weren’t home. “Oh I have to pee, oh my god please.” Sam realized she was saying it out loud. She was going to wet her pants. Move, NOW. She closed the distance to the front door like an Olympian, then immediately began to curtsy as she dug in her purse for her key. “Come on, come on, come on,” she hissed. Her bladder was on fire. She could barely wait another moment. Her hands closed around her keys. She tried to keep her crutches tight under her armpits so she wouldn’t lose them while she bent nearly in half in front of the door, frantically stabbing the key around the lock until it finally fit. She turned it and the door swung open, nearly spilling her into the apartment. If she fell at that point she would have simply flooded herself, glorious ass in the air with piss pounding out of her. Instead she made it two hobbling steps and then the leak, just like when she was a girl. “No, NO,” she said, and forced her left hand down into the tight space behind the bulging button in the crotch of her jeans. Her panties were wet, both from sweat and from pee. “Mmm, mmm, MMM, Stop stopstopstopstop,” she moaned, her words running together. She twisted as much as her condition allowed. Through supreme effort, and a hot pain deep in her body from her vagina up into her belly, Sam stopped the flood. Just barely. “Move,” she thought. Oh, now. As usual, the popping crutching routine jolted her bladder, but it hardly felt any different over the constant shrieking pressure. She made it down the hallway and into the bathroom, not even able to close the door behind her. The toilet seat was open and the lid down – thank god she lived with girls – the toilet in its little alcove right next to the sink. Sam stood there, staring down into her toilet bowl, and began wetting her pants. She felt an almost penetrative force between her legs as her piss exploded. It even made a sound against the denim of her jeans for a moment that could be heard over Sam’s panting. A little river instantly ran down the inside of both her legs. But Sam was a fighter. She threw her crutches away, pivoted on her good heel and fell hard onto the toilet and began frantically tearing at her zipper. Her purse was still around her and it swung half way up her back in the commotion. Sam gave a groan that was half whine, half growl as she put all her weight through her good left foot and lifted her now damp ass off the seat. The muscle tension stopped her flow and Sam tugged at the waist of her jeans with both hands. The waist band did not give up easily, only barely rounding the bountiful curves of her tight, straining butt cheeks. Sam thrashed back and forth on the toilet seat, breathing sharply out of her mouth as she got her jeans down by brute force. A trickle began when they were barely clear of her soaking puss. She relaxed and let it happen. Her urine shot out of her dripping, newly naked pussy, further spraying into the interior of her jeans and underwear. The fight was just over. Sam decided to compromise with her fate and count this as a victory. “Ah- AhhhhhmyGOD, OOOhhhh.” She moaned. She sighed. She panted. Her urine raced out of her. After a moment she was able to pull the damp mess of her jeans and panties down her upper thighs to where they bunched around the leg brace. The sound of Sam’s relief changed from a pattering to a more familiar splash. It sounded like rapids or a waterfall, and she heard a hissing in her groin. Sam fully relaxed, slumping on the toilet and letting her arms and legs fall slack. The pee just kept coming, and she sighed. After a moment she became aware that she was facing directly out the bathroom door into the hall but fortunately she was alone. It was 40 seconds before her pee began to slacken off and she leaned forward, chin in her hands, and sighed like she had just came. Another sigh came from her with the last few splatters. “Oh my god, she said, then a high feminine sigh from deep within. Time to clean up this mess.
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  7. Difficult clothing Mary-Jane was every bit as excited for her five year old daughter’s birthday as her daughter was. She’d been planning it for months, the cake had arrived and a huge box of items was packed. Most of the forty invited kids had confirmed their attendance and all that needed done now was for Mia to wake up, unwrap her gifts and get on her new clothes. Mary-Jane drank her morning coffee looking at the huge pile of wrapped gifts on the couch and listening for signs of Mia waking. Finally she heard her coming downstairs in her new pyjamas with ‘I am 5’ on, deliberately bought so they would look great on the photos. As an only child Mia was spoiled but Mary-Jane couldn’t resist and determined that her precious child was worth every penny. Mia excitedly opened present after present while Mary-Jane snapped photo after photo. The rustling of paper and the huge pile of packaging wasn’t the picture image Mary-Jane wanted so she bagged the rubbish quickly, ordered the gifts in a decorative fashion and had Mia pose smiling in front of them. That’s how it should be and that’s what mattered to Mary-Jane. Her phone buzzed with family FaceTiming and Mia delighted in showing off to aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents all of whom doted on her enormously. Meanwhile Mary-Jane rustled up some pancakes and juice for her darling daughter then left her eating and playing while she showered, did her make up and got ready for the party. Despite being on the larger side with especially large breasts Mary-Jane knew how to show off her curves and her shoulder length hair was styled to the last follicle. She then returned downstairs, washed Mia with a flannel and put on her new party dress that had set her back almost £50, pleating her hair and adding glitter for final effect. Mia looked every bit the princess her mum knew she was. She gave Mia juice and a biscuit, warning her not to spill anything on her outfit and had a glass of juice herself. Mia grabbed one of her new toys to take with her and off they headed in the car for the party, Mia excitedly chatting away in the rear. A few faithful family and friends were already there putting final decorations to the hall and they helped Mary-Jane in with the large LOL doll cake, LOL themed party bags, napkins, plates and even masks for the children. Mia played with a balloon happily with her cousin while set up continued. ‘Are the party organisers on their way Mary-Jane? I thought they’d be here by now?’ Mary-Jane checked her phone but just then a couple arrived with bin bags, balloons, and a huge suitcase. ‘Sorry we are a little late! It’s been one of those mornings. Don’t worry we’ll have everything set up in ten minutes.’ Mary-Jane caught up with friends as the party organisers busied themselves setting up music, lights, a bouncy castle, a ball pit and pinning up decorations as the couple were in and out the room getting more and more things. Just as they confirmed they were ‘good to go’ more children arrived and Mia got more and more excited seeing school friends, neighbours, girls from her dance class and both boys and girls from her art class, all bringing cards and gifts and running to play. As the party got fully started by the hosts the male from the couple asked to speak to Mary-Jane so she broke away from the crowd and stood outside the room briefly. ‘Hi, we have a bit of a problem. I know you paid for two mascots but unfortunately we can only provide 1 today. We’ll give you a discount today but I wanted to ask if you preferred Queen Bee or Lux? Does your daughter prefer one over the other?’ Mary-Jane was almost in tears! ‘No! No! She NEEDS to have both! Mia has to have two because her friend only had 1 and I promised her TWO at hers! This really isn’t acceptable at all!’ ‘ I am so sorry mam! We do have both outfits here and if anyone would be willing to use one I will happily let them. I had someone lined up but they have taken ill at the last minute I’m afraid. Company policy is that anyone using the outfits must be vetted for security though? Do you have any school teachers, dance teachers etc here that might help?’ Mary-Jane tried to think. ‘No! No! It’s my mum and dad and my sister and brothers and a couple of parents but no-one like that! Look there HAS to be a solution. Mia HAS to have both Queen Bee AND Lux. It’s her birthday!’ ‘I can’t apologise enough mam. The only other thing I can suggest is that maybe if you were willing to be one? As Mia’s mum of course you would be exempt from needing vetted as you can, of course, have close contact with your own child. I am sorry it’s just all I can think of.’ Mary-Jane thought for a moment then nodded. ‘Ok. I’ll do it. I will not allow my child to do without. Just let me know when I need to put it on. I assume it’s easy enough? So it’s like 5-10 minutes at the end or something right?’ ‘Oh that’s great! Well actually I like them to be out for at least twenty minutes dancing with the kids, getting photos etc. The kids LOVE the mascots so much. It can be hard for us to get them away to be honest!’ ‘Oh. I understand. As I say just say when. I’d better get back. Mia will be wondering where I am!’ In fact Mia was too busy having fun with her friends to have even noticed her mum had briefly left the room. Mary-Jane whispered to her mum and sister what was happening asking them to take copious photos of Mia with the mascots before taking photos of all the children having fun herself. The party hosts were doing a great job keeping the kids entertained playing games and dancing. In no time at all the kids were guided to sit down for drinks and snacks and Mary-Jane had a quick glass of diluting juice as the hosts and family gave out crisps, sausage rolls, nuggets, cocktail sausages, pizza, cheese, sweets and sandwiches to every child. Mary-Jane was just taking more photos when she had a tap on her shoulder. A nod from the party organisers told her it was time. In a small side room Mary-Jane was handed a huge LOL costume including shoes, full head gear and padding. ‘Can I just nip to the ladies first?’ ‘Can you wait? It takes two to get these things on. We are due on in six minutes and as soon as you have it off you’ll be free the rest of the party.’ Mary-Jane thought for a moment before opening the costume fully and starting to pull it on. There was a huge padded body suit including arms and padded gloves, a full over the head part, trousers, and even padded shoes. She started by pulling the trousers on then climbing into the body part, grateful that it wasn’t too tight against her fuller body. ‘How does this fasten then?’ ‘They zip up the back. I’ll do you and then if you could do mine? You put the feet on next and the head on last. It’s sweaty in these mind but the kids faces are so worth it’ Mary-Jane pulled the sleeves to her shoulders, the padding making her even larger than she was in every area. She hobbled towards the female party organiser who quickly zipped her up at the back. ‘Take your shoes off. It’s much easier to get the feet on in just socks and keeps the material cleaner’ ‘Ok’ She climbed into the feet pulling them tight on and then shuffled to zip up the organisers costume. She then pulled the head over her head and tried talking, which was almost impossible. She pulled the head over up slightly. ‘Do I look ok?’ ‘Perfect’ ‘Cool because I really should have went to the toilet first! So in, dance, photos and out? 15 mins tops? Not sure I can stand the heat much longer than that!’ ‘Yip. Should be fine. Right let’s go!’ Mary-Jane peeked into the hall through the eye holes of the mascot outfit seeing the forty or so kids sitting on the ground avidly looking at the entertainer who appeared to be be playing some sort of LOL themed game with the thrilled audience. Lux stepped in first and Mary-Jane followed as Queen Bee in her huge golden puffy dress up mascot outfit. Wether it was nerves or just genuine need she wasn’t sure but suddenly he felt incredibly desperate to wee! Now wasn’t the time! Mia needed her. It took just one child to notice the mascots and the children all ran excitedly to see them. Not being used to the sudden charge of children in a padded costume Mary-Jane almost fell backwards. Thankfully, Lux was more prepared and put her arm out to stop the children. As expected the children loved the mascots and Mary-Jane found herself beaming and emotional as she heard Mia’s little voice squeal with delight. She got caught up in the moment dancing and hugging the children and standing for so many photos. Despite her aching throbbing bladder she just couldn’t pull herself away from the adoring children. Eventually after almost twenty minutes someone guided her out the room by which time someone had already taken Lux back to the changing room and unzipped her. Mary Jane walked in and pulled the head gear off panting for air. ‘Geez these things are hot. And goodness I am bursting for the loo so bad! Can you unzip me? Thanks!’ It took a lot of effort to pull the dress off with its long full length sleeves and padded gloves and as soon as Mary-Jane could she moved from foot to foot and grabbed between her legs. ‘I wish I had went to the toilet before doing that! I had to concentrate so much in there to keep it in. God these things are murder to get off aren’t they?’ ‘Yip. Listen we don’t want us both coming out here at the same time or one of the smart kids will guess it was us as the dolls. I’ve just got these shoes to get off then I’ll head back in. It’s straightforward to get off now. See you in a bit. And well done!’ Before Mary-Jane could protest the woman left her alone with padded shoes and dress trousers still to get off. By now frantic to pee Mary-Jane danced around from foot to foot trying to undo the ties of the padded feet unsuccessfully. ‘Dear God I have to pee so bad! Come off! Hurry up!’ Finally one foot loosened and Mary-Jane slipped it off. Hopping and trying to hold herself she put the other foot on a chair but as she bent forward to undo the ties she felt a spurt of pee escape her crotch. Grabbing herself she tried pushing hard between her legs but the mascot trousers, her leggings and underwear formed too many layers to get enough pressure. She yanked hard at the shoe and pulled it off. Now all that was left was the tan trousers. Mary-Jane cursed as she tried to undo the clip at the waist that held them up, but it wouldn’t budge. The costume wasn’t designed for someone of her build despite being elasticated. She tried again jumping up and down in panic and urgency to urinate. ‘Come on! Come on!’ Unable to leave to room in case a child from the party recognised the character mascot trousers and with no-one to help her Mary-Jane tried a third time, even trying to nudge the trousers down with the clip closed. Her thighs were just too big though and she just couldn’t stay still. She sat on a plastic chair bouncing her knees and legs frantically trying to think what to do when another strong bladder spasm hit. With her legs spread apart she leaned forward in the chair, her hands on her knees and her teeth clenched. Another longer spurt rushed out uncontrollably, then a four second pause before the damn burst its banks completely . Mary-Jane could feel the warmth and liquid rush through her thong, pour into the crotch of her leggings then run down her leggings and soak through the mascot trousers. She sat there frozen to the spot as her bladder completely emptied, her face red with embarrassed but her mouth no longer clenched and tense. Quickly she then stood up, stepped forwards, undid the suit trousers, pulled them off and wrapped them altogether with the rest of the mascot outfit in the bag and ran to the ladies next door where she washed her hands, splashed her face with cold water and used the hand dryer as much as possible to dry her leggings whilst still on. Thankfully being black and having faced forwards most of the damage was down the inside legs, the crotch and her bottom. She left the ladies and looked in on the party which was just finishing. Whilst the children said goodbye to the organisers Mary-Jane slipped in grabbed her coat and tied it round her waist to hide any visible signs of her accident. She paid the organisers cash and tipped them well hoping the suit trousers would dry before they noticed what had happened. ‘Mum, mum, wasn’t that brilliant! Did you see Lux and Queen Bee mum? I won pass the parcel! Oh and can Kyra come and play, please mum...please?’ Kyra’s dad approached smiling with Kyra by his side. ‘If her dad says that’s ok?’ ‘If you don’t mind Mary-Jane?’ ‘No it’s fine. You are both welcome if you want. As long as you don’t mind me getting a quick shower? I’m....sweating after the party’ Kyra’s dad winked at Mary-Jane. ‘Of course not. You know I have been hearing so much about these LOL dolls today. I never knew some colour changed, some spit...and some even pee!’ He glanced down at Mary-Jane’s legs before smiling at her. ‘I wonder which one of those Queen Bee does?’ Mary-Jane laughed. ‘Apparently you only find these things out by giving them a drink. You fancy a coffee at mine?’
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  8. 3 Hold it back She has stuff to do, places to be, dogs to pet. Time is of the essence.
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  9. Mission complete: Get two more people interested in MojiQue.
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  10. Alisha pees in her jeans in the middle of the street in this incredibly daring photo set. For this gallery we wanted to be a little bit daring, so we figured it would be pretty brave of Alisha to stand in the middle of the street and wet herself. This huge gallery features over 200 high-resolution photographs of Alisha peeing in her pants in the street. After Alisha is done peeing, she proudly shows off her wet jeans while still standing in the middle of the road. The giant wet patch is clearly visible on the faded denim, as is her puddle on the pavement. Towards the end of the photo set she even pulls down her wet jeans, showing off her soaked underwear.
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  11. 2,692 downloads

    In this JAV 2 patients share a room and a nurse. When the nurse enters the room one of the patients acts like he is in pain or asks her to look at something for him as she turns around and bends over to help him the other patients gets to sneak in some glances of her butt and after a while he will then get her attention so the other patient can look as well (good teamwork on their part). After a while of this one of the patients offers her a drink that he spiked with Diuretics. As time goes by she begins to squirm and hold her crotch trying not to piss herself. The patients seeing she is about to wet herself do everything they can to stop her from leaving like pretending to be in pain falling over or just not allowing her to leave the room. Eventually after being delayed from going to the bathroom for so long she explodes gushing pee out of her panties. Screenshots are in order of the files In the Uncut file they have sex after she wets herself Enjoy
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  12. FETI-72

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    This JAV is some sort of compilation of desperation and wetting scenes There are all kinds of scenarios in this *Locked out *Glued toilet seat *Interview on glass chair *Coming home from school *Cant get clothes off in time *Bed wetting Enjoy
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    In this JAV women are given a camera to record themselves pissing however they get caught in the act by someone who walks in on them. These are just a few clips i managed to find of this JAV Enjoy
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  14. In a hopefully near future: It was a beautiful day. Not only was the weather amazing, it had also been the first day in ages with a normal work schedule. Typically, Liz was not the biggest fan of Mondays but an eternity of home office made her crave for a normal day at the lab she was working at. The anti-corona-restrictions were finally eased starting this week. All shops and businesses were open again and Liz hoped that everything would go back to normal from now on. She had been laying in the gras at the near by lake reading her new book since her shift was over. Reading has always been a big hobby of Liz but during the mostly boring time of social distancing it had advanced to new dimensions. She grabbed her gym bottle to take a sip but then realized that it was already empty. "HUh?!", she thought surprised. This >2 L-monster of a bottle usually lasted her the hole day and she remembered filling it all the way up just before leaving work about four hours ago. But today she had been more physically and mentally active and more productive than probably the hole last week combined. It seemed like her body was demanding more "fuel". "Well, makes sense ", Liz said to herself and went on reading. About 15 min later the alarm she wisely had set in case she would forget the time went off. "Reading can make you lose track of all the real world stuff, I guess." She packed all her stuff in her backpack, picked up her bike and went off to the city. It was already past eight but it was still warm enough for her to comfortably ride without a jacket. The wind was playing with the hem of her knee-long dress she really liked, and Liz was in an awesome mood. Even though it had been a long day she was feeling energized and happy. Her plan was to head home just to grab something to eat and then go the gym which was finally open again, too! But when she had to stop at a red light, an advertisement caught her eye. Instead of following the street further into the city, Liz took a left and came to a hold in front of "Lin´s Temple of inner Peace". The advertisement that sparked her curiosity earlier stated: "We´re back! Choose your favorite massage to leave the Corona-Stress behind. Discounts await!" In all of the 29 years of her life Liz never had a professional massage. She was definitely curious. This could be the opportunity to turn a great day into a truly special day. Usually Liz was not of the spontaneous type but usually she didn´t enjoy Mondays either. It just wasn´t a usual day today. All the possibilities that were limited during lock down were now back to embrace. "Nothing to lose, let´s go!" She locked her bike at a lantern close by and walked to the entry of the massage salon. But the door was already locked. Liz was about to go back to her bike when she saw a young woman with blond hair about her size walk into the reception room through the door window. She waved to Liz, grabbed the keys and opened up. "Good evening, how can I help you?" "Hello, uhm. I wanted to get a massage but I see it is already past closing time. Sorry, I didn´t want to disturb you," Liz answered. "You know what, you can come in if you want. The past months were pretty tough, we almost went out of business and we are literally thankful for every single customer." "Please don´t put yourself to any bother on my account, really. I assume it was a very busy day for you and I can.." The blond woman smiled and invitingly opened the door wide. "No worries, today´s your lucky day. I mostly managed appointments and stuff while my boss did all the massages today. We only have one massage room. She is home now and I am just preparing everything for tomorrow. I am almost eager to get a massage in since it has been so long, to be honest. So feel free to come in. I´m Jess by the way." Liz felt some sympathy for the bubbly masseuse. She seemed so happy to finally be able again to pursue her job she obviously really liked. She assumed Jess to be at least five years younger than herself. Jess was quiet attractive standing there in a black top and leggings smiling and looking at her in anticipation. Liz didn´t want to ruin this nice girl´s evening and also wanted to try out a massage. "Thank you so much", Liz said and entered. "You´re so welcome! Just give me two minutes to get the ambience right in the massage room. Take a seat, I will be back in a sec!" Jess rushed of. "She is more excited to give a massage than I am to get one", Liz thought in amusement and sat down to read a flyer with massage info. But as she sat down the most immediate info did not come from the flyer but from her bladder. She needed a wee. She stood up and walked through a dark red curtain into a small corridor were Jess disappeared earlier. To her right she discovered a door with 'WC' on it, entered and locked the door. It wasn´t just a WC but a tidy proper bathroom. She pulled down her panties, gathered her dress and sat on the toilet. The last time she went had been at work shortly before leaving. With all the water she had drunk since then it was no wonder she had to go. So she peed and it was lots. The sheer amount made Liz ask herself how she didn´t realize any urge earlier. Maybe it was because at the lake she had been so distracted by her book and the few minutes on the bike had been too short of a time to pick up on the need. When she was done with her business Liz left the toilet and went back into the reception room. Jess was not back yet so Liz picked up the flyer again and started reading. It had an overview for all kinds of different types of massages offered there. Liz read through the descriptions but was undecided. The flyer also stated that it was important to go into a massage relaxed – "Well, I sure am now" – and well hydrated. Liz decided that since it had been a warm day, she could definitely use a glass of water or two. Fortunately, there was a water dispenser right next to the reception. Liz was finishing her fourth cup when Jess returned. "Sorry, that took a little longer than expected. We´re all set now! Ah, I hope the water is not too warm yet, I already had unplugged the machine, sorry about that." "Still nice and cold", Liz replied. "Ah, good. And have you decided what kind of massage you want?" "Well, I´m quite clueless when it comes to massages because I never had one." "Hmm, I see", Jess said. "In that case I would suggest our classic full body massage where every body part gets some attention so you feel relaxed from head to toe afterwards. It is my personal favorite and it is also great value. It takes over one hour. Or do you not have so much time?" "That´s not an issue for me but uuhm… I have another question. From what I learnt from this flyer you are typically naked during a massage. I have to admit I´m kind of shy." The last time Liz got butt-naked in front of someone seemed ages ago. And it hadn´t been in front of a stranger also. "Don´t you worry, you will be lying on your front most of the time I will always keep your lower private parts covered with a towel anyway. If you feel more comfy that way you can always just keep your underwear on. In the end this is about you enjoying and relaxing. I do recommend removing the bra though, so nothing is in the way on your back", Jess replied calmly and professionally. "Well, a full body massage sounds good then. I´m excited!" "Excellent choice. Don´t worry about the payment now, we can just handle it afterwards. If you go through the curtain the massage room is just straight ahead and there is a toilet to the right. Feel free to get comfortable on the massage table and relax. Everything is prepared and I will follow you in a moment." Liz nodded and went through the corridor and entered the massage room. The atmosphere was beautiful. The room had some plants and Zen garden elements, the temperature was warm but not hot and it was not too humid. There was a decent scent that reminded Liz of a forest. She stepped out of her sandals, pulled her dress over her head and undid her bra. She hesitated for a second. "Maybe it would make a neater impression if I had a turbo shower and went fully naked?" She checked her light blue satin fullbacks. No concerns there and Jess also had assured her that it would not be a problem, so Liz decided to keep her panties on. She climbed on the table and laid down on her stomach with her face in the cavity for the head. Just laying there with her eyes shut and listening to the calming music in the background already had a relaxing effect on Liz. She felt like she was slowly sinking down more and more into the cushioning of the table. She almost didn´t notice Jess coming in. "Is everything all right? Ready to start?" Liz answered yes. Jess put a towel over her lower body and explained: "I will start working on your upper back, neck and shoulders. If the pressure is to soft or to hard, if you feel any discomfort or pain or if there is just something you just don´t like, please tell me. It is your first massage and I want to make it a good one. This is done the easiest if you help me by communicating. Other than that, just enjoy!" The next thing Liz felt were Jess´s warm hands rubbing oil over her back in gentle and fluid motions. After only a few moments of Jess massaging her neck and shoulders Liz knew that she would be able to fully relax for the next hour. Jess was in charge now and there was nothing for her to do except receive and enjoy. Jess´s firm grip and her soft voice had already built all the necessary trust. "Is the pressure ok?" "Yeah, very pleasant", Liz whispered back. Jess´s hands were stronger than Liz had thought from first glance. The time seemed to slow down for her while Jess massaged her upper back alternating between spreading motions and kneading techniques. Her breath became slow and deep and Liz was sinking more and more into relaxation. For her, it was similar to the moment just before you fall asleep in your cozy bed after a fulfilled day but better. Thoughts came and went. There was no harm here, she was protected. Only good vibes. Liz dozed while Jess was practicing her craft. Liz hadn´t quite noticed the transition but she realized that Jess was now massaging her feet and her back was covered under a towel. She couldn´t tell how long she had been laying on the table at this point. There was this feeling. Very familiar and yet different. Owing Liz´s current state of mind it was not at all unpleasant. "Communication is key", Liz remembered Jess emphasizing at the start and thus mumbled: "I need to pee." Jess was running her thumbs over the soles of Liz´s foot, slowly came to a halt and rested her palms on Liz´s calves. "Well, we´re just about halfway through. I recommend having a short break then. No problem. What do you think?", Jess asked softly. Liz was not fully awake but understood Jess´s words. "Noou", she mumbled. All she was craving in that moment were more rubs and strokes, more physical attention to her body. And unlike in previous scenarios where such a pressure level in her bladder had made her desperate, it didn´t really bother her now. From all the emotions, thoughts and sensations Liz only allowed the positives to affect her. "Uhm, so do you want me to continue?" "Oh yeah.." Liz audibly exhaled when Jess slowly went on with the massage now working her left leg. "This is pure bliss, really", Liz said. "I´m glad you like it." The massage went on and Liz subconsciously felt Jess´s hands, sometimes only fingers, pressing and gripping and stroking. She couldn´t help but moan from time to time not from pain but from enjoyment. She felt so safe that she started to slide away again. A soft voice called her back. Something had changed. The warm hands were on her back again, just resting. It was Jess´s voice: "We´re done with arms and hands. That finishes up the first cycle of the routine. If you can recall a special technique from before you want me to repeat or have a specific body part in mind you want me to lay a focus on, please just tell me. If not, I will continue with some more attention to your back, maybe some deeper work. And then feet again." Arms and hands? Liz couldn´t remember that part but feeling into them, her arms and hands were absolutely smooth and felt light. "Sss perfect", Liz whispered. For a few moments Liz enjoyed it to actively track Jess´s tough on her back. "Between my shoulder blades… nice and deep… going down slowly, uhhuuh almost butt." She smiled. But Liz couldn´t focus for too long, her face fully relaxed again and she felt like sinking another half a centimeter into the towels. While the massage was not sexual in any way, Jess hadn´t said a thing in this regard and the situation was vastly different from her masturbating as there was not this tension in her body, Liz found herself turned on. She didn´t ponder about this and also didn´t judge. She just observed and enjoyed. The same with this other feeling, her fullness. Again, Liz lost her sense of time. "I have to pee." Liz said this in a hushed tone as if she was talking to herself not really expecting an answer. "You still have a good 15 minutes left. You can go to the toilet and then hop back on." Jess already had pulled the towel from Liz´s lower body over her back, so that she could cover her breast when sitting up. But Liz said: "Noou, don´t wanna get up." "So, you want me to go on?" There was a bit of confusion in Jess´s voice. "Yes, please", Liz mumbled. "Do you want to turn around and lay on your back? Or I could slide a rolled towel under your hips to take some pressure of that critical area", Jess suggested. Liz just lifted her butt a few inches from the table and seconds later felt a soft rolled-up towel slip in between her lap and the massage table. Jess asked: "Are you comfy? Are you sure you want me to go on?" "Yes, please." Jess left Liz´s upper body covered and started working her feet. She treated the right ankle joint carefully moving Liz´s foot from flexed to stretched position and back, then switching to the left one. Then Jess´s thumbs were stroking her sole again in circular motion. Then some rounds of pressing, holding and relaxing at some specific points. While Jess repeated this, Liz not only felt the tough at her feet but there were responses all over her body. At one point she felt light as if she was floating and only moments later found herself very connected with the table again. Despite having her eyes closed Liz became much more aware of her surroundings. Her breath was going slowly and deeply. The music went from blurred back round sound to acoustical stimulation with elements to explore like the slow and gentle melody of a panpipe or waves breaking in the distance. Without a particular intention Liz observed and embraced all the sensations coming down on her. Her bladder was full. She experienced a flow of clarity going through her mind. Liz was suddenly certain that if she would pee now it would only add to her relaxation. There was a rolled-up towel just underneath her, no harm would be done. Surely her masseuse Jess had put it there solely for this purpose. Without any hesitation Liz let loose. "I´m going." Liz heard her own voice as if somebody else was talking. She could feel herself emptying and her pussy getting wet and warm at the same time. There was some mild hissing. Jess was still stroking her feet, alternating from one to the other. Liz quietly moaned. She felt good. Happy. Sheltered. Finally, her well slowly ebbed away. A few last dribbles then she was done. Liz didn´t try to reclaim control but just lay there with every muscle in her body totally relaxed. So, she occasionally leaked through her panties into the towel while Jess finished the massage. Liz didn´t mind. Only good vibes. After what must have been about 15 minutes but to Liz felt way longer the massage came to an end and Jess softly said: "All right, we´re slowly coming to an end here. I hope you enjoyed. I will leave now. You can relax for another moment or two and then meet me at the reception. Take your time." "Gotcha." After Jess had left Liz started to move her arms and legs slowly coming back to normal. She sat up on the table and after a few seconds got on her feet. "Well, that was something to do", she thought to herself. She was a bit exhausted but her body felt great and her skin was oh-so-smooth. She felt like she had just lost ten pounds. With a big smile on her face she stretched with her arms over her head. Her wet panties were now a bit cold and were clinging to her private parts. She had peed in them. During her massage. Thinking about it now, Liz could feel blood stream to her face in a wave of embarrassment. The last time Liz had wet herself she had been in Kindergarten. She pulled her panties down to her knees. They were visibly drenched and not only at the front. The wetness had made its way a fair distance over the bottom as well. Jess must have noticed, there was no way she wouldn´t have. But Liz´s embarrassment couldn´t prevail for long because of the deep relaxation she just had experienced. "It has happened, nothing to do about it now", Liz thought and stepped out of her panties. She put on her bra and dress, stepped into her sandals, grabbed her backpack from the chair she had placed her stuff on and left. Before stepping through the curtain into the reception room Liz took a deep breath. But there was no use in delaying it. Also Jess politely hadn´t commented on the incident during the massage and, to Liz, came across as an overall nice person. "Ah, there you are already." Jess was sitting behind the reception. "Listen, I want to apologize. I don´t even know…" "Hey, don´t worry about it too much. Nothing a quick rinse couldn´t fix. So, don´t shame yourself! I certainly won´t. Stuff can happen, you know. Hopefully you still enjoyed the massage." "Very much. Thank you. And thank you for being so kind", Liz replied relieved. Liz payed for the massage and gave a generous tip. She had to persuade Jess to keep it. The young masseuse finally smiled and accepted. "Well, thank you very much. Have a great week and maybe till next time!" "Yeah, maybe. You too. Goodbye!", Liz said. Then she left. She unlocked her bike and got ready to go. It was just before sunset. There was barely any traffic. Birds were singing. She crossed the street, got on her bike and started pedaling. Only when she felt the pleasant sensation of sitting down on her leather saddle which was almost hot from the last sunrays of the day Liz realized that she had forgotten her panties in the massage room. Her wet pissy panties. There again was a short wave of embarrassment but her inner peace very quickly returned. There was no going back now. "What a day", Liz thought to herself. The End
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  15. Found this vid on Ph of a woman in her office clothes, desperate and stripping down before she wets her pantyhose. I love her sexy squirming 😍 Link - https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ef41482b0923 720P_4000K_326770452.mp4
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  16. So after being asked many times, I've finally decided I'm going to do a remake of wetting my white Jean's over and over for a week to see how pee stained they become 😍 I have a new pair of white jeans, and I'm going to wet them over and over again without washing them, and make a long compilation video of each time I wet them in various different places indoors and outdoors and see how they look after each wetting! If someone wants to purchase them afterwards like the last ones, just inbox me 🤭 as a lot if people have said they would like them Haha. I'll update my progress for this compilation in this thread, and ice already wet them to see how they look. They go pretty see through when they are wet, but I'm sure they will be very pee stained when I'm done with them! When the compilation is ready, I'll upload it. Day 1 of wetting them started yesterday 😉 and I plan to use them as my toilet whenever I need to pee each day once they have dried! Heres a couple of pics below I'm leaving them to dry before I put them back on later Love from Alice ❤❤❤ I do love wetting myself in tight white jeans! You can see everything! And theres no hiding what I've done 🤭
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  17. So I was pretty happy with my first attempt at a story on the forums, but next I wanted to write something a bit more grounded, with fewer central characters and a little more pace to it. This story will contain sexual content (nothing extreme, violent or overly explicit, though, as per the guidelines), a good deal of messing and a (hopefully) realistic amount of swearing- I know that plenty in the community aren't into one or all of those things, so feel free to skip this story if it's not your cup of tea. As it's about young people in the UK, themes like alcohol will feature and other mature topics like drugs may be explored, but I will leave a warning at the top of each chapter if it contains any content that I believe some people would rather not read about. I've never written anything like this before so I hope you all enjoy. P.S: It's really important to me that all of my stories handle themes like gender identity and sexuality in a mature and respectful way. If you have any issues with the way my writing portrays any of these topics, I'd really appreciate it if you let me know so I can educate myself and get better! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A heavy thud on an alley floor. A high-pitched shriek that cut through the murmur of the crowd. Scarlet and indigo, flashing alternately in dim light. Becca knew it was a strike from the moment the heavy ball left her hand. She'd pulled off one of those rare bowls that didn't swerve, didn't roll, just glided down the smooth alley like a cannonball and sent all ten pins flying with a satisfying rattle. Playing it cool, she turned as soon as the pins toppled and strutted back to her seat. The other player in the game, who also happened to be her closest friend, looked less than impressed. "You're so lucky," Hannah insisted for the fourth time that evening. "All skill, baby," Becca smirked, draining the bottom of her cocktail glass, "there's no such thing as luck in this game". This, of course, was untrue; both of them knew that Becca had hit at least a couple of lucky shots, but she wasn't about to confess. "Oh, and you being three drinks deep probably isn't helping," she added. "That's bollocks!" Hannah protested, "If anything, alcohol makes my aim better". The shorter girl rose from her seat to take her next turn, scouring the rack for one of the lighter balls. "In that case, I'd hate to see you bowl sober". "You have seen me bowl sober," Hannah reminded her, "and I sucked even harder". Becca let that point slide, caught up in other thoughts. Perhaps it was the booze, but she couldn't help taking in the view as her friend selected a ball. Hannah hadn't bowled a single strike yet, and several of her shots had gone straight into the gutter, but she still refused to settle for anything less than the perfect instrument. Still seated, Becca was treated to the perfect eyeline to admire what she saw, and it would have surely been rude to pass up such an opportunity. Hannah had squeezed into her tight black jeans for the occasion, showing off a figure to be proud of for any pair of eyes that might wander down there. Becca had always loved those black jeans, but she doubted very much that Hannah expected Becca's eyes to be among those enjoying them. Much to Becca's growing frustration, her friend was- at least so long as she could tell- totally straight. Hannah finally identified the ball she was after, a small blue globe with tight holes that were a perfect fit for her slender fingers. She turned to Becca and, with the kind of unjustified confidence that only a tipsy person playing a game they were terrible at could exude, told her to "watch and learn". It was blatantly clear that Hannah was as shocked as anyone when, after a half-stumble in the run-up, the ball caught perfectly and took down every pin in a mirror image of Becca's earlier strike. With a disbelieving squeal, she span on one heel towards the seats, both arms raised in triumph. "Holy shit," Becca laughed, getting to her feet in mock applause, "now that was lucky". "Maybe, but I don't care! I actually got a strike!" Hannah pulled her in for a tight hug, overwhelmed by drunken joy. Without really thinking, she kissed Becca hard on the lips- a platonic kiss, fun but not passionate, fuelled by sheer adrenaline. When she broke away, both girls were grinning, riding the high of Hannah's unexpected success. The pair may have only had three drinks each, but they'd been strong enough to propel them into what Hannah called the 'hugging phase"- not to mention quickly fill up both bladders, as was inevitable on any night out. Both ladies had plenty of experience in that department- when Becca had to pee, as she had to pee now, she could go from fine to desperate in a matter of minutes, and Hannah wasn't much better. "Calm down, mate," Becca said with a laugh, "you're still getting thrashed". "A strike is a strike, I can die happy now". "That may be true, but I've got the last go coming up, so even if you were a teeny tiny bit close to my score I'd still be about to kick your arse," Becca pointed out, stepping up to take her final shot as her friend finished her last cocktail. It swerved at the last moment and ended up in the gutter, but Becca couldn't care less. Although she would rather die than show it, the kiss was the only thing on her mind while the final scores were announced. That and going for a wee soon, she thought. Her body had rapidly stepped up efforts to persuade her to empty her bloated bladder. "Where to next?" "It's..." Hannah checked her phone quickly, "just gone eight now. We can head to one of the bars, I can pick up some hot guys..." she said with a wink. Becca rolled her eyes lovingly. "Yeah, you really are a magnet for the, um, hot guys". "Oi, shut up," Hannah giggled, "and don't worry. I'm sure there'll be plenty of hot girls for you too". "Alright, you can pick the club," Becca conceded, "but I'm going to the toilet before we leave, I'm busting for a wee". Hannah burped softly. "Alright, I'll meet you right outside". She also had to use the loo, but didn't fancy the long walk across the building and resolved to hold it until they reached the club. Becca made her way down the rows of alleys towards the bathrooms, which she remembered from nights out of the past. They weren't kept in the best condition, and always smelt strongly of toilet cleaner to her, but they were infinitely more attractive to her than the prospect of waiting another ten minutes. Feeling the alcohol more clearly now she had been walking, the young woman slipped into a stall, unbuttoned her jeans and sat down. A thick stream started up almost instantly, blessing her with relief from the ache of her bladder, but Becca quickly lost focus on the wee. Inspecting the lacy black underwear, her suspicions were confirmed- they were damp, but not with urine. Whether the alcohol was culpable or not, her stolen glances at Hannah's curves and the subsequent kiss had had more of an effect than she'd realised at the time. When Becca went to gently wipe after finishing her wee, an unexpectedly sensitive response to the paper touch made her shiver. She dropped the single sheet into the yellow-tinged water. Before pulling up her panties, though, she slipped a thin wad of toilet roll inside to protect them from any further damage. Hannah was waiting in the cold southern English air outside the bowling alley. "How are you feeling?" she asked as they began to head along the street towards the nightlife side of town. "A bit drunk," said Becca shortly, "but at least I don't need a wee anymore". "That's the best way to be, Bex," Hannah grinned. 'Bex' was her affectionate nickname for Becca, and to this day was a name that absolutely nobody else called her by. "My mum used to say that a night out you remember isn't a night out worth remembering". "Your mum is full of shit," Becca snorted. "I couldn't agree more, babe," Hannah said, "but I love her". "I love her too. Now, let's go and get smashed, yeah?" Hannah put her arm around Becca as they walked. In the stiff October evening air, her warmth was wonderful. After several minutes of walking and chatting tipsily, Becca noticed a troubled look on her friend's face. Hannah had started walking more slowly, and had a hand resting flat on her stomach. It didn't take a detective to work out what the problem was. "You alright, Han?" asked Becca kindly. Alcohol always made it easy for her to slip into protective mode every time another girl needed help. "Yeah, I'm fine. I regret not having a wee at the bowling alley though, those drinks have gone right through me". "Gin always goes right through you, mate. I should have dragged you into that loo with me. Oh well," she said reassuringly, "it's lucky that we're only around the corner now". But when they turned onto the street where the Revolution stood, the friends were met with a dismaying sight. The queue for the club stretched for a dozen metres, which could be at least a ten minute wait. "Can you hold it, babe?" Becca asked sympathetically. Hannah thought about it for a few seconds, then shook her head, slurring her words slightly as she replied. "Doubt it. Might need to visit that alleyway". They crossed the empty road, but rather than turning right towards the club, the pair headed left and ducked into a narrow side-alley. Hannah and Becca were no strangers to this particular pathway- it was a frequent spot for drunk students too desperate to make it to the nearest real bathroom, and both girls had been rescued from many an accident by it on nights out of the past. On this particular occasion, the alley was empty, and Becca stood watch while her friend squatted and pissed a powerful jet onto the concrete. "Look out below!" Hannah giggled as she urinated. In her tipsy state, Becca took a few seconds to decipher the comment- but when she looked down she gasped and leaped out of the way moments before her friend's strong-smelling wee hit her fancy shoes. "I hate you," Becca grumbled as Hannah finished up. Without anything to wipe herself, the girl simply shook her hips until she was relatively dry before covering herself back up. "But you love me, really," Hannah smiled, giving her friend a quick kiss on the cheek as thanks (or perhaps apologies). "Ooh, that feels so much better". "I'm not surprised, you just peed more or less an entire lake", Becca said, grudgingly impressed. "Right, where were we?" her friend said as they slipped out of the newly-watered alley and back onto the main street. "Oh, that's right: fit guys for me, hot chicks for you, a lot of booze for everyone. This is going to get very interesting".
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  18. Shizuku - Padded reviews!

    Our mascot Shizuku offering her "expert" insights on the best ABDL diaper brands~ Another amazing artwork commission from our very own @Ashi 💛 (Featured in front of you are a personal favorite of mine, peekabu from ABU .w.)

    © 2020 OmoOrg and Ashipaws

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  19. Hey everyone! I wanted to make this post to pick people's brains for a minute, and hopefully this can be a nice resource for others too. So, long story short, I like to DOM people on messaging apps and I often do bathroom control sessions with them. This usually entails telling them how much to eat/ drink. whether or not to take laxatives, and where/ when they can go to the bathroom. It's been a lot of fun so far, but I'm starting to run out of ideas for tasks/ challenges for my subs to complete. I'll include what I have come up with so far, and then I was hoping that some people on here might be able to share some ideas of their own with me. If you are a Dom, maybe tell me what methods you have used on your subs. If you are a sub, I would love to know what kinds of things you would love to be done to you 🙂 So far: -My sub can only use diapers to use the bathroom -they have to ask permission before using their diaper -I have made them lock up their toilet and set up a changing station to get into the mindset of no more toilet -I have made them take a sponge bath in their pee -I make sure that they wet the bed every night and if they fail then they aren't allowed to use diapers the next day and have to wet/ mess in their pants -I have teased them about not being able to hold (i.e. telling them that they are acting like a little girl) -I have made them lock a vibrator into their lockable diaper cover for an hour -I have made them sit in a trash bag and wet five times to fill it up with their pee and sit in it -I have made them piss on themselves (mostly the face) in exchange for getting to release for five to ten seconds Any other ideas you guys may have would be greatly appreciated! Thank you !
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  20. FMHT63

    From the album: Fill-Me- The Human Toilet

    :)
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  21. Like previously mentioned, it’s only really a problem when you can’t unhook/snap the bodysuit. Pulling the tights to the side through the suit and trying to pee is rather difficult cause you don’t wanna rip the tights. Depending in how lazy I’m feeling I’d just pull off the bodysuit and pee through the tights cause they will usually dry quite quickly. If I’m feeling super lazy I’d probably pee through both. Usually that happens on nights out.
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  22. PSA = Public Service Announcement
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  23. What on earth does PSA stand for.
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  24. Autumnia

    3 Hold it back and continue with your day She's a big girl and she already committed to holding when she skipped her morning pee.
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  26. From personal, non-omo related experience, hyponatremia is actual hell. I lost all sense of being able to tell where I was, or what I was doing, everything was hazy, I couldn't stand up. I was utterly miserable, and couldn't think straight. The headache isn't even the worst part. I felt so sick I couldn't eat, and that only exasperated the problem, and my heart beat so fast it felt like it might pop out of my chest. I required serious medical intervention, and was hospitalized for a week just to get my salt levels back to normal, and I came uncomfortably close to suffering permanent brain damage. So please, heed this warning about drinking too much water and nothing else. It can have very dire, unpleasant consequences.
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  27. Loved that chapter it was a very enjoyable read
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  28. *** PLEASE BE AWARE, THIS STORY INVOLVES PUBLIC PANTS WETTING IN A MOVIE THEATER. IF THAT NOTION OFFENDS YOU IN ANYWAY PLEASE STOP READING NOW AND REFRAIN FROM ANY NEGATIVE COMMENTS*** This was by far the riskiest public pants wetting to date that I had ever done. I have a friend whom I've known for about 15 years now. We used to work together 10 years ago and we have seen a lot of movies together over the years. We are both movie buffs so whenever I wanted to see something I could almost always count on him to tag along. Whenever I spend a lot of time with another person I always try to incorporate either wetting or diaper wearing into the mix so naturally I started wearing diapers around him anytime we saw a movie together. I was always very discreet about it so he has never caught on to it at least not to my knowledge. A few years ago, he and I went to see the movie Logan together and I wore a diaper with my black jeans over it and a long sleeve shirt. It was not noticeable by any means so I wasn't worried about him finding out. We got there early and went to the bar in the theater and had a couple drinks before the movie started. My bladder was already full when we got there and since we were drinking on top of that I knew my diaper was going to be soaked by the end of the movie. So as we sat there talking I started letting go and filling up my diaper. By the time we finished our drinks and took our seats I had a nice swollen diaper between my legs and a slight bulge in front and back of my jeans. During the movie I continuously soaked my diaper to the max. I could feel it spread all the way up the back and front so I knew by the time I would take it off there wasn't going to be a dry spot in it. Half way through the movie he got up to go use the bathroom so I took that as an opportunity to inspect my diaper area to check for leaks. I put my hand on my butt to check for wetness and I could feel that I had leaked a little bit through the leg holes in back. I was wearing black jeans so I wasn't too worried even though they were faded a bit. I had wet these jeans many times and while you can see a slight color difference when they're wet, I knew that nobody would be able to tell. If anything, I was more concerned with the bulging diaper around my waist than the slight wetness on my jeans. He returned to his seat and we continued to watch the movie. I soaked the diaper again shortly after and this time I kept my hand slightly under my leg to feel if I sprung a big leak. As I was peeing, I felt my hand starting to get wet so I knew I had maxed it out and any more wettings would surely soak through and get my entire butt wet. This excited me though so I went for it. I was sitting right next to my friend in a soaked diaper, wetting myself and leaking everywhere. When the movie was over we stood up to leave and at that point I was able to feel just how soaked my diaper was. It was heavy, bulging and most of my butt was soaked from the waistband down to the back of my thighs. I just made sure to not walk in front of him just in case but I really was not too concerned. After all, the people who were walking behind me didn't seem to notice. When I got home I looked myself over in the mirror and even I couldn't really tell that my pants were wet in back. There was a slight discoloration but in a low light setting you would not be able to see that. So that got me thinking, the next movie I go to with my friend I should wet these pants fully. Fast forward to when John Wick 3 came out last year. He called me up one day and asked if I wanted to go see it with him. I immediately agreed and thus the planning had begun. I started drinking some water and tea to make sure I had to go then I changed into a new pair of white briefs, my slightly faded black jeans as previously mentioned and a hoodie. It happened to be rainy and cold that day so I brought my coat with me as well. If anything, I could use the coat to hide my wetness if it ended up being more noticeable than I had originally thought. The theater we chose had a restaurant so we showed up early to get some food first. I ended up having a beer to ensure that I was going to need to pee a lot. My plans was to wait until he got up to inevitably use the bathroom and as soon as he gets up I was going to let go and wet my pants right there in the seat. After we finished eating we got up to head to our seats but I needed to adjust myself inside my underwear first so I stopped at the bathroom. He followed and we both took a urinal. At this point I was already getting slightly desperate but I didn't want to pee in the urinal so I had to pretend I was peeing while he was in the bathroom. He zipped up and went to wash his hands while I took the opportunity at the urinal to prepare for what I was about to do. I made sure that I was pointed up in my briefs then I zipped up and followed him out. When we took our seats I made sure to empty my pockets. I put my wallet, phone and keys in the pockets of my coat so they wouldn't get wet. Before I sat down, I hiked up my pants quickly so they were nice and snug against my crotch. At this point, I was fully prepared to completely wet my pants. We still had a few minutes before the movie started so we were just talking a little bit but I was starting to get desperate at this point. It had also occurred to me that since my friend had just peed he probably wasn't going to have to get up anytime soon if at all during the movie to use the bathroom. So I started thinking of a different plan. Maybe I would get up to use the bathroom and just pee my pants in the stall then go back to my seat? That just didn't sound as exciting but it seemed to be my only option other than wetting my pants sitting right next to him. It had worked before when I made my diaper leak when we saw Logan however. Maybe I could just let a little bit go at a time and slowly wet my pants throughout the movie? My heart start pounding at this point because I knew that I was going to go through with it. Just then the lights went down and the previews came on. As soon as the first preview started, I let a little spurt go just enough to warm my crotch up a little bit. I repeated a few more times and at this point I was trying to control my body shaking from excitement. I put my hands down casually around my crotch to feel if it was getting wet and I could feel the inner part of my crotch was wet, maybe about the size of a baseball. Since I was pointed up in my briefs, the wet spot started at the top of my pants extending down towards the bottom of my zipper. I let a little more go with my hand still resting by where the spot was growing and I could feel the wetness spread a little bit. I wanted to really feel it though so I paused for a second then I gave a slightly hard push and a strong jet came shooting out into my pants for a good 5 seconds. I felt the wet spot triple in size and start to flow down my left side a bit. The rest of my pee was now at the tip of my penis ready to flow so I had reached the point of no return. No more little spurts, if I was going to fully go through with this the time to let go was now. I paused for a few seconds contemplating this. "Should I do it? Should I do it?" My heart was pounding in those few seconds. Then, my countdown from 5 started in my head and as soon as I hit zero I released entirely. I was now fully peeing in my pants with my friend sitting right next to me. The chairs were leather and recliners so there was no opening in back and there was a solid arm rest between my seat and his so there was no way for any pee to leak over to his side. Not being my first time I also knew that any wetness that pooled up on the leather seats would absorb into my jeans before the end of the movie so I wasn't as freaked out as I probably should have been. I was completely unloading and could feel the wetness covering every inch of my pants all the way around from the waistband down to my upper thighs. I was reclined at this point with my feet up on the bottom of the recliner so my knees were slightly elevated. I felt this would contain the spread to the upper half of my pants and not down the legs in back or front. I peed for a solid minute like this. Once I finished I slowly let my feet down to extend my legs and by doing this I really got to feel the wetness. I was soaked!! I couldn't believe that I had just peed my pants next to my friend and he had no idea. At that point, I just sat back and enjoyed the previews until the movie began. About half way through the movie I had to pee again but this time I didn't even bother with letting spurts out I just let go and just re-soaked my pants. I peed for another minute or so on this one too and I can't even begin to describe just how soaked my pants were. I started to worry that my pants were going to be too shiny once the movie was over. Going in, my pants were a dark but faded black. On the way out the top part of my pants on the front, back and sides would be jet black extending to my mid thigh but the bottom half of my pants would be dry so I was worried he would be able to tell. Nothing I could do at this point, so I just relaxed and finished watching the movie. When the credits started to roll the lights immediately came on. I just casually grabbed my coat and put it on my lap. He got up to leave first and I followed behind him. As soon I stood up I was almost in shock at how wet my pants were. I could feel the wetness with every step. I looked back at the seat and just as I suspected I could see no sign of wetness as everything had soaked into my jeans. I also looked down at my pants and I could definitely tell the difference in color but the lobby lights were dim enough and it was already dark outside, not to mention I held my coat in front of me to cover it up. We walked out of the theater and into the parking lot talking about the movie and future plans to hang out again. We had parked right next to each other so right before we left he was standing at his car and I was standing at mine exchanging conversation over the roofs of our cars. As we were talking, I let go one last time and peed all the way down my pants this time. I knew he couldn't see anything as my car was blocking his view of my lower half. My shoes were starting to fill up with pee and I could feel my socks getting soaked. Other than the back of my jeans down by my calves, my jeans were thoroughly soaked from top to bottom and I could feel my underwear was completely soaked, not a dry spot on them. I couldn't wait to get home to take my pants off and see just how yellow my briefs had turned. We finally got in our cars to end the night and I drove home replaying everything in my head. This will always go down as one of my most challenging and riskiest wettings I have ever done. Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed sharing it.
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  29. Me_irl

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  30. It took a year of wearing diapers to bed to really kick in, wetting before bed and when I woke up in the night. I stopped waking to pee awhile ago. I wet most nights now and love it. I wear diapers to bed every night now. I was already the type of person to wake up BURSTING to pee in the morning so the change is nice. Last time I wore regular undies to bed for maybe a week? And I completely soaked the bed.
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  31. Super hot! I've been looking at this for about half an hour and I only just noticed that Zoey's here too!
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  32. That's definitely not intentional and should be resolved now, I'm really sorry for the inconvenience! You can keep mentioning me here or on Discord whenever it glitches out; I try and keep an eye on it and fix it whenever it happens otherwise.
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  33. Overflow, and we’re into number two!
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  34. 549 downloads

    I was quite hydrated when I started to play. The first thing I do is empty my bladder completely so I go from zero to bursting in just over an hour. My bladder was incredibly full, fuller than in many other holds and I started spurting uncontrollably before giving in to the pressure.
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  35. Queen of the Hills (cover)

    From the album: Splashfics

    A brand new offering in the Waxing On and On series... When Ruby Wang notices her new room-mate is strangely reluctant to go to the toilet, it becomes her personal quest to find out just how long the enigmatic bombshell is willing to deny her bladder... Cordelia Finegold clearly has a point to prove, and in her freshman year at University it isn't long before she's the centre of attention on the four-bed dormitory. In this four-episode sequel to Waxing On and On, witness the beginning of a new chapter in the life of the girl who 'just doesn't know when she's beaten'... Read a preview or buy the full story now on Amazon Kindle. https://read.amazon.co.uk/kp/embed?asin=B08CFSH2QT&preview=newtab&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_E2ebFbGGYQ50N

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  36. Mage won the lottery! Rhynea Startree, a night elven mage. Rhynea opened her eyes quickly checking her surroundings. Everything was as it should be. A closet stood at the opposite side of the room, her staff leaning against it. She recalled her mission... She was on her way to the dry Barrens to observe orcish activity at the edge of the forest. Surely this was an important task. It was still a long way to her destination but she was determined to get there today. Rhynea spent the night at some outpost of the night elves which happened to have a spare room for her. Even though she was grateful for the rest it was time to get ready to leave. The nightelf sighed and pushed the blanket away. She only wore white panties letting the rest of her body fully exposed. The cold air made her shiver. Still sleepy she finally got up. She felt a small pressure from her bladder but didn't pay much attention to it. After all, the chamberpot was directly next to her. As another chilly breeze got to her inner thighs she considered it was time to get dressed. The nightelf opened the closet, only to see a very disappointing set of clothes.She shivered from being cold and looked up her possibilities: A purple robe, which revealed her true identity as a mage. Tightly tailored blue pants. A basic top. A black bra. A pair of leather boots. Obviously Ill take the boots. Definitely wont be barefoot out there! While overthinking her possibilities her bladder made itself known again. The usual morning pee. The nightelf threw a quick look at the chamberpot in the corner of the room. Knock Knock. "Rhynea? Are you still here?" Some male voice shouted from outside. "Yes, I will leave very soon though! I want to reach the border today." "Oh, good luck with that! Ive heard about orcs already entering the forest, be careful!" "They wont catch me." She giggled. "I am done here in a few minutes!" "See you soon." The male nightelf walked off. Rhynea tried to remember the voice. He probably was the one in charge of this outpost. Okay, time to get ready! Again distracted from her bodily needs she threw another look inside the closet. What will Rhynea wear? - Mage's Robe - Tight pants and top Will she wear a bra? Will she keep wearing panties? Will Rhynea use the chamberpot? Should she wait? ____________________________________________________________ Combat Expertise: 0 Intuition: 0 Bladder Capacity: 0 Skill: 0 2 Unspent Points
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  37. New story time!!! This happened last weekend so I thought I would share it while the details were still fresh in my mind. I was feeling particularly horny last weekend so I decided I should wait until the sun went down, go walking downtown and find the perfect spot to wet my pants. In one of my previous stories I had mentioned that I recently was starting to think of ways to make it more exciting and to encourage myself to be more daring. I usually stick to the same routine of finding a bathroom stall or private spot to wet myself so I could process after wetting before going out to face whoever or whatever was out there. The privacy always allows me to come up with an exit strategy as well so that has always been something I have relied on whenever I decide to wet. But this time I wanted to be a little more daring. I didn't want to find a hiding spot and do it, I wanted to do it somewhat out in the open just to feel the pressure a little bit more. For the longest time my goal was to not get caught but I have recently decided that I need to be seen in wet pants. I need to know what it feels like to have a total stranger look at me, see my wet pants, and for me to see their reaction. I don't want to pee my pants in front of someone as I feel like that is a little too much but I want to be seen in wet pants. This has already technically happened to me a few years ago after I wet my khaki pants at a deserted mall in the bathrooms but I only half count it because it all happened so fast. Just a quick detour to explain that. I was feeling frisky on the way home from work one day so I decided to go to one of the malls in town that was basically abandoned. The occassional mall walker would prowl the hallways and there were maybe one or two actual stores left operating inside but for the most part it was completely isolated. This was my go-to wetting place for a long time until it eventually closed down for good. Anyways, I was wearing khakis like I said so I knew a wetting would be unmistakable. I went for it anyways. There was still an open Barnes and Noble attached to the mall so I stopped in there first to buy a book so I could have a little bit of cover on my way out of the mall after I wet myself. Until I bought the book I had no cover whatsoever. I was wearing just a t-shirt, khakis and my white briefs underneath. I bought the book then started down the hall to the bathrooms. Once inside I did my normal routine. I went into the last stall, took everything out of my pockets, pulled my pants and underwear up high with my penis pointing up in my briefs then sat down on the toilet. I started off letting little spurts escape into my pants until a little wet sport appeared. I love toeing the line of no return to add some excitement so I did that for about a minute. Then the urge finally came and I counted down in my head and finally released and started soaking my pants. I peed for what seemed like an entire minute and the entire front back and sides of the top part of my pants were completely soaked and super dark. I got out of the stall to look at myself in the mirror and there was no denying what had happened. I full on peed in my pants in a public mall and now it was time to walk out back to my car. I pulled my shirt down as far as it could go to help cover the wet spot but I wasn't hiding anything. So I stood there with my book and the bag they put it in and opened the door to leave the bathroom. When I exited there was nobody in the hallways luckily so I quickly kept walking towards the mall exit but as soon as I approached the corner a lady and her son who was probably between the ages of 10 and 12 turned the corner also walking towards the exit. I tried to not look suspicious but they both definitely looked down at my pants briefly. Instead of walking next to them towards the exit doors I crossed behind them to sit on a bench that was there just to take a minute and look for my opening again. It was a good thing I sat down too because a few more people were now in the hallway. I saw the lady and her son look back at me briefly so I know that they saw my pants but they didn't seem to phased by it as they just kept walking towards the door. Finally everyone was out of the hallway long enough for me to get up and quickly walk out to my car. And that was the only time I was really "caught" but I still don't really consider it as being caught. Anyways, back to the original story. It was about 830pm so the sun was starting to set. By this time I was desperate and badly needing to pee so I put on my jeans briefs and t shirt and headed down town. As soon as I got there I found a parking spot in the middle of town where all the shops and bars are located. I get excited knowing that wherever I walk to and pee my pants I would have to walk back to a populated area to get my car increasing the chances of being seen. So I parked, got out and just started walking. I didn't have a designated area where I wanted to do it so I figured I could just start walking until I find the perfect spot. I walked around for about a half an hour just to build up the urge to go. I was almost in pain I had to go so bad but every time I turned a corner there would be a group of people walking, or I would pass a restaurant with outdoor seating and I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Again, I didn't want any body to see me actually wetting my pants I just wanted to increase my chances of being seen with wet pants. As I was walking I decided to start letting a little bit go just to get the crotch wet a little bit. That usually entices me to completely let go so I let a little bit out every few minutes. By this time it was completely dark outside so I told myself that it has to happen like now. My bladder couldn't take much more. I found myself on the outside of the nightlife area walking behind some buildings. There were houses on the other side of the street but nobody was outside. I was coming up on a group of tress that the branches were hanging pretty low, enough to cover my head when I walked through them. As soon as I got under the trees on the sidewalk I stopped. I looked around a bit to see if anyone was around but I couldn't see anybody nearby. My penis was still pointing up in my briefs, my crotch was already a little wet and showing so I crossed my legs and gave it a little push. My crotch warmed up again then stopped. I let out another little push then stopped again. I repeated this about 4 times until I had a rather large wet spot on my pants that was starting to go down the inside of my legs. I was still at the point where if I stopped wetting I could probably make it back to my car undetected but then all of my walking around was for nothing. I kept repeating to myself in my head to just do it. Worry about the consequences later. This is nothing. I finally talked myself up enough and I gave one final hard push then completely relaxed. The pee immediately filled my briefs and spread all over the front of my crotch and then down my legs. I rarely pee my pants standing up because I don't typically like it when it goes into my shoes but tonight I didn't care. I was full on wetting my pants right there on the sidewalk and it was going to be very obvious to whoever I walk past on the way back to my car. When the last of it escaped into my pants I stood there for a minute admiring what I had just done. I could smell the fresh pee in the air which got me a little hard standing right there. I felt the front of my pants to feel the warmness of fresh pee soaking in. I pulled the waist band out a little bit to see my briefs and how wet they were too but in the darkness it was obviously hard to tell. But believe me, they were soaked. There was nothing left to do but to walk back to my car and see what happens. I was probably less than half a mile away from my car so it wasn't too far away but knowing where I was parked was now starting to set in. How the F was I going to do this without being seen? I told myself that you want to get caught so it didn't matter so I just started walking. A few cars passed me but it was dark so I doubt they saw my pants. I came up to a stop light where I had to wait to cross and a car was approaching me to stop at the light. I just stood there with my back to the car when it finally pulled up, unaware of what my back side looked like. I never turned around to look but my hear was beating so fast now. When the light turned green I started walking and the car drove right past me and from what it looked like the driver didn't even look at me. So far I hadn't passed anybody on the sidewalk so I wasn't freaking out too badly. Once I got back on the main strip where the nightlife was I started panicking just a little bit. My car was right down the street by 2 or 3 blocks so I picked up the pace a little bit just to get this over with. So far the coast was still clear. I couldn't believe it. There were a decent amount of people out that night but not a single person was out where I was walking. I walked past a few bars and restaurants that all had people inside but not one person came out. As I was approaching my car I noticed there were two people sitting in the car parked next to mine. They looked up as I past their car but I didn't make eye contact with them. I feel like they didn't see my wet pants but there was no way of knowing. I got to my car, got inside and took a deep breath. That ended up being a very powerful experience and attempt at being seen with wet pants but unfortunately I was not seen. Of course, I could've kept walking around and eventually someone would've probably seen my pants but at this point I was just taking baby steps. I now badly want to get caught in wet pants so it is now my goal. Hopefully I will have a story to share soon where I was seen and got a reaction. Please stay tuned, and as always thank you all for reading and commenting.
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  38. FMHT60

    AAAAAAAAAAAA. This is getting SO GOOD. I do feel bad for Fillie, she must be so, so terrified, but I think things will turn out okay for her. And oh my god, the visuals of pee filling her brain and her eyes... She's so explosively desperate, her whole body feels like it's filled with pee. Love it. Edit: I also would love to see how she'd react now, hearing running water or rain pattering on the roof of the car. Or having her bladder pressed and squeezed!! Poor thing; I think Milly's morning pee must've been the breaking point for her, hehe!
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  39. XStreams and British Extreme had a couple of similar scenarios, even a lady who closely resembles the Blonde lady in this one. Resolution of most of them were VHS or slightly better. And they were all in English. DesperationX, the Pornhub user who posted the McDonald's video, is from Poland. There is another vid from this same night out, and other cool wettings posted to the channel. Check them out!! I wish I understood Polish...
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  40. This is a little spin-off of the story. This time it is told from Jess´s perspective. There is not much intro but hopefully the original story provides enough context. Just about ten minutes left. Jess´s hands and forearms surely could use a break. She wasn´t in shape like she used to be before the virus-induced interruption and had to become used to doing her job again. While massaging her client´s feet she though that the woman in front of her was certainly anticipating the end of the massage even more. Her client didn´t make the impression to be desperate at all but she had mentioned twice already that she needed to wee but had refused to take a break. "Maybe I´m doing a good job then", Jess thought to herself. It was her first and her last massage for the day and at the same time the first massage in ages. And she was happy that it was obviously enjoyed. She focused on the massage again and a few moments passed. Jess heard the voice of her client. "I´m going." Jess´s heart skipped a beat. Her eyes unpreventably found her clients crotch. While a big massage towel hid the lower and upper back up to the neck of her client, her butt – slightly elevated and covered by light blue satin fullback panties – almost proudly presented itself. Jess was shocked as she heard a distinct noise and saw a wet patch form and grow and grow. What a surreal scenario! Her client, a woman of maybe 30 years and drop-dead gorgeous, lay in front of her totally relaxed and peed herself without trying to hide it or to hold back. Jess couldn´t believe it and almost forgot to go on with the foot rubs. And yet there she was with her stream still going. Jess could feel her face getting bright red. Something like this had never happened before in her 4-year-career as a masseuse. She was somehow getting aroused but also felt embarrassed and ashamed for her client. Wild thoughts were running through Jess´s brain: "Wow, no way! What is happening?! Was this me? Is this my fault? Did I put her in this… state?" Jess knew that reflexology can have an impact on body functions. But her knowledge about it was limited and surely even if she wanted to she could never induce… and accident. She decided to not say a word and remain as professional as possible. Her eyes were still fixed on the glistening fabric between the slightly opened legs of her client. Her panties were soaked, the rolled-up towel underneath her was soaked and the flow was still going. Jess only managed to look away when the hissing sound had subsided entirely. "I wonder how it feels like, she seems to not mind it at all." She had to think about Tim, her boyfriend of about one year. Two months back they had talked about their fetishes and he had confessed that he was into watersports. Since then she had allowed him to watch her pee from time to time because she new he enjoyed it. But to this point she had not dared to indulge any further despite Tim´s requests. They had a fulfilling sex life, nevertheless. Jess started to fantasize. The recent happenings truly had turned her on. Maybe if she told Tim this experience it could lead to some… fun. She smiled at the thought. Checking the time told Jess that she was long overdue. She went for a last round of techniques to finish of the massage. Her client had not said a word in the meantime. "All right, we´re slowly coming to an end here. I hope you enjoyed. I will leave now. You can relax for another moment or two and then meet me at the reception. Take your time." "Gotcha." Jess quietly left the massage room and went through the little corridor to the reception. She wanted to call Tim. They had talked earlier, just after Jess had let her "after-hour" client enter, so he knew that she would be late. "Hey baby, how are you", Tim picked up the phone. Jess wanted to play it cool and also didn´t have too much time to talk. She had to control herself not to hint something right away. That would have been a mean tease. "Hey Tim. I´m still at work but will be on my way shortly." "Perfect, dinner will be ready. Love you!" "Love you, bye!" Tim had lost a bet the week before and had promised to cock her favorite dinner. "Such a sweety." After ending the call Jess contemplated how to speed her client on her way with as little awkwardness as possible. She found herself blushing a little bit again. "The poor thing. Hopefully, her very first massage experience was not ruined." A moment later her client appeared. "Listen, I want to apologize. I don´t even know…" "Hey, don´t worry about it too much. Nothing a quick rinse couldn´t fix. So, don´t shame yourself! I certainly won´t. Stuff can happen, you know. Hopefully you still enjoyed the massage." "Very much. Thank you. And thank you for being so kind", the young woman replied relieved to Jess putting money on the counter. "This is way too much, I can´t take it. But thanks for the offer." "Please", her client replied. "You opened up late just for me. And I, uhm.. caused.." Jess didn´t want to force her to talk about her wet accident and expose her. So, she quickly intervened: "It´s fine, it´s fine. I´ll take it." "It´s the least I can do." Finally, Jess took her pay and her tip. "Well, thank you very much. Have a great week and maybe till next time!" "Yeah, maybe. You too. Goodbye!" Jess peaked at her as she turned and almost floatingly left through the door. You could tell that the massage had really done her well. "Such an elegant being." When she was out of sight, Jess stood up in a hurry. She wanted to get to Tim´s place now as soon as possible because she was hungry from her long day but even more so… horny. She had to wipe down the massage table and put all the used towels in the laundry basket. Most of her other work she had already done before meeting her unexpected guest. After she was done with the massage table, Jess made an even more unexpected find. The satin fullbacks she minutes ago saw getting drenched in pee. There they were, laying near the chair at the entry of the massage room. As she was starring, an idea came to her mind. Jess got a plastic bag, collected the rolled-up towel that suffered most of the damage by absorbing the majority of her client´s urine and picked up the panties. They had gone a bit cold. She hesitated for a second but couldn´t resist and smelled them. To her surprise she perceived the smell not only to be not bad but actually enjoyable. "Kinda hot. Maybe he was right. Maybe Tim did know what he was talking about in the end. Maybe it was unfair to not even give that stuff a try. I will make up for it, starting tonight." Jess put the panties into the bag, left her workplace and got on her way to walk the approximately two kilometers to Tim´s place. It was already dark and a bit chilly but there was no way she was taking the bus with this kind of luggage. While walking she pictured in her head what she might tell him, what she might do and how he would react. She found herself more and more turned on. Hopefully, he was in the mood at all. Jess arrived, entered the building and walked up the stairs to his flat. They weren´t exactly living together yet, but Tim had given her a key a long time ago. "Hey baby!", Jess shouted while stepping through the door. No answer. She listened closely and found her assumption confirmed by deep, regular breathing sounds. "Classic." She put the plastic bag she brought down and sneaked into the small living room where she found Tim sleeping on the coach. Jess smiled then softly kissed him awake. "Baby", Tim mumbled and rubbed his eyes while sitting up. "Oh, oh now. I haven´t even started cooking. I´m at it right away, Jess. How was your day?" He had a somewhat guilty look on his face and wanted to get up but Jess hold him down and gave him another kiss. A proper one, this time. "Forget about dinner for a second, baby. I would really like to tell you about my day and I want you to stay right here with me." Tim seemed a bit confused but remained seated. "What happened? Is everything all right?" "Baby, relax! You´re in for a treat!", Jess teased. She then proceeded to explain what had happened to her from the beginning. She described how her last client looked like, what she was wearing before and during the massage and how she had mentioned her bathroom-needs twice. That last part surely sparked Tim´s curiosity. He was fully awake now. He tried to hide it but Jess knew all to well that her boyfriend was getting excited. A quick glance at his crotch give her the clearest signal. "And then, I couldn´t believe it myself, she peed herself! She even made an announcement! Panties still on, without turning a hair! Full on! With me having the premium view! Not kidding." She made a short break and looked Tim straight in the eyes. His mouth was half open. Jess could tell he was somewhere between thankful, turned on and uncertain because she had out of the blue came around with this story heavily tingling one of his major sexual desires she had kind of neglected before with few exceptions. "Wow", he said. He was lost for words. And rightfully so. Jess smiled. "And, Tim…?" "Yeah?" "It was kinda hot. To be honest." His face had the expression of true happiness. "You mean, you mean you liked watching? And…" "I mean, the hole situation was so unexpected, overwhelming and… erotic. I can now somehow relate to your omorasi-what´s-it-called fetish a little bit. Thinking about it now, that woman might have this fetish, too? What do you think? But yeah, I must admit I liked watching, hearing, witnessing her accident. It was hot." Jess didn´t only want to pleasure him by saying that but really meant it and was happy to have brought it up in front of her boyfriend. He reacted: "What do I think? I think I have to treat you really good so you don´t run off one day with some pee-pants massage girl!" Both of them laughed. Tim went in for a kiss. And another. Then Jess said: "Baby, not to be rude or demanding or anything but I´m really horny." She pointed at her cloths. "How about I slip out of all of this, put on some… let´s say surprise decoration and you meet me in the bathroom in one minute to, instead of dinner, eat… me?" In 90% of the cases it had been Tim who initialized sex, so going for it now so blatantly made Jess blush a little. But she was just so horny. "Jess Selway! … You are awesome! It will be my pleasure! I love you, baby." He gave her another kiss and she rushed to get the plastic bag and entered the bathroom without closing the door. She stripped out of her leggings. He heard Tim in the living room, his voice excited: "Surprise decoration, heh? I wonder what that could be." Jess answered through the open door while stepping out of panties which were a bit creamy but not piss-soaking wet like the pair she was about to put on: "Well, they´re soft…" She pulled her sweater and her T-shirt over her had in a hurry. "…nice…" She undid her bra and got her treasures out of the bag. The towel and the panties were wet and unfortunately cold. It would be fine, the bathroom had floor heating. The smell was not to strong and, again, got Jess even more turned on. "…light blue in color…" She put the fullbacks on. It wasn´t a perfect fit but it also wasn´t too ridiculous. "Ha! Worrying about the fit when pulling up someone else´s pissy panties. Now THAT is truly ridiculous!" Jess chuckled. She expected her boyfriend to peak around the corner at any moment now. She had described her clients underway in detail to him before and he might have already picked up on what was going on. "…soaked…" She put down the rolled-up towel and took a seat. While slowly sinking backwards onto the warm bathroom floor, Jess heard some rumbling in the living room. As she expected, for Tim there was no more holding back now. That night was unforgettable. The next morning, while both of them were still in bed, Jess said to Tim: "Last night was so unbelievable, baby, I added 'pee my panties' to my monthly bucked list." And she was thanked with a kiss. The End
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  41. Heres the clip of me "testing" them out to see how they look wet. This was before I started filming my compilation 😊 I'm gonna make them so stained...
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  42. Here is a little clip of me laying in bed peeing. I was hoping to make a cute bedwetting video laying on my side, but I lost control and totally peed myself before we really had a chance to film 😂 so it was an outtake I guess!! I was genuinely really desperate though from drinking lots of tea, but after I started leaking, I just panicked, then gave up and totally flooded the sheet I was laying on🤭 if theres any fans of genuine accidents, this might be your cup of tea! Haha. Hope you enjoy, and sorry its so short! ❤❤❤ 20200311_021528_1.mp4
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    Decided to wet myself outside. I made sure to go on midnight but even then a car drove by 2 times and almost caught me had to switch positions. (Also my voice isnt that scruffy normaly it gets like that when im nervous or stressed) enjoy 😊
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  44. Kinda creepy near the end, considering how old the pizza guy probably is, and how young Lisa is. But the rest of the chapter is good. Keep up the good work.
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  45. Sometimes I'll encourage a girl to let out deliberate little leaks if it helps her maintain her control longer - and often it does - although for some it seems to only make matters more pressing.
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  46. Mrrrrrrr. I love leaks when they aren't on purpose, but I think everyone who has been super desperate has tried this. I tried this once at the mall where I found out too late that the ladies rooms were down. That was a nearly very wet mistake... One of the only times I have HAD to use the mens room.
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