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  1. I've been a long time lurker around here and greatly appreciate everyone's contributions. I recently had someone make a custom video for me and thought I'd share it with you all. received_2367808983367060.mp4
    15 points
  2. Don't watch this video unless you want to see one girl pee in her panties while she is going down on her friend. I got some feedback recently that not everyone wants to see lesbian stuff, and that I should warn people before sharing such content. So, consider yourself warned. You shouldn't watch this video unless you want to see a girl wet herself while orally servicing her friend. vid_1168_promo_omo.mp4 Alisha is busy working when Gabriella tries to distract her with the promise of sex. It works, but Gabriella ends up accidentally peeing in her panties. Alisha has been working all day, and Gabriella wants attention. She tries to use her sexuality to distract Alisha from her work, and is successful. Alisha puts her work away and Gabriella goes down on her. Things progress nicely until Gabriella needs to pee, but intention on finishing the job, ends up having an accident instead of leaving Alisha unsatisfied.
    8 points
  3. So far of all my wettings this has got to be one of my favorites so far. I have wanted to pee in a wedding dress for a while. I just like the thought of looking so pretty in a wedding dress and then just peeing in it and it lived up to expectations. So before I was even dressed I already has to pee A LOT. I go to get dressed. As I’m putting my panties on I feel like I’m gonna leak. As I’m going to put some undergarments on I actually do leak in my panties so before I’m even dressed I’m a bit wet so a good start. I finished getting dressed without leaking anymore. The dress is knee length and the skirt part of it has exactly 8 layers so it’s a pretty poofy dress which I like about it. Probably would have been more fun with a floor length dress but it was still very fun. Under the dress I’m wearing a bra, white panties, light brown high heel shoes and white tights. I wore a white sweater over the dress but left it unbutton because I liked the way it looked like that and I wore a vail with it. It took 10 minutes after getting dressed for the next leak to come which was weird because usually after the first leak I will be constantly leaking. This one leaves about a penny sized wet spot on my tights. After that the leaks started coming much faster the second was small but the third was bigger and now the wet spot went down to almost my knees. Then after the fourth it was at my ankles. I was almost at the point where it started to pool in my shoes. A few leaks later and the pee just started to reach my shoes. There had been a lot of leaks by now so I lost count but by about the tenth one I had a 5 minute break between the next leak because a lot came out on the tenth one. I went into the mirror to look at myself because I knew I could hold it after letting a big leak out. I looked so pretty in the wedding dress and the giant wet spot going all the way down to my shoes just made me look even prettier. I’ve dressed up in wedding dresses many times before this but I’ve never peed in it before now so this was a fun new experience. A few minutes after that the next leak hit me. It was another one of the smaller leaks and by know my tights where so wet that it didn’t make the wet spot any bigger. I had about 5 more small leaks before I couldn’t hold any longer and it all started to come out. My tights where already soaked and they became even wetter. The pee started to pool in my shoes. It was just such a great feeling to let it all come out especially in such a pretty outfit. It took about a minute for me to let it all go. My tights were completely soaked now. Every time I took a step there was a splash from the pee in my shoes. My dress actually stayed pretty dry but the inner layer was a bit wet. I went to go look in the mirror and the wet spot was a bit bigger before. It looked so pretty to see such a big wet spot on my tights in my wedding dress. I just stayed dressed like that for a bit because it felt so good to be wet in my tights and shoes and the dress was super pretty and comfortable. It was a very fun wetting to say the least, I would definitely recommend wetting in a wedding dress to anyone who wants to do it.
    7 points
  4. Here's a commission I had done by Pola Pola Bianda. They did a great job and I'd highly recommend them. The scenario is an SCP escaping containment. This particular anomaly likes to humiliate and embarrass its victims. It does this to one woman by lifting her up by her underwear, placing her in a brutal hanging wedgie, restraining her hands, and scaring her into wetting her jeans!
    6 points
  5. Here is the link to the first video I've ever made with my girlfriend. Let me know what you think, any requests, and if you want to see more! Follow me to stay updated on new content 💕🥰 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph62d97aa16a635
    5 points
  6. So this happened a few times between me and a non-blood related cousin I met after my aunt remarried.. Lets call him Damon. We met in high school after his dad married my aunt and we see each other at family gatherings. As the only “big kids” (17 when we met, 18 when anything happened, both in our early 20s now), we usually had a lot of alone time playing video games and watching movies in the household basement during big long family get togethers. One time we played truth or dare that got a little out of hand… I showed him my tits, he showed me his dick, though we didn’t touch each other or anything. I’m actually a lesbian, but I was so bored, and seeing Damon was at least exciting. Anyways, we were gaming for a while and he said he had to piss, so I joking dared him to piss his pants. I thought he was trying to gross me out or something when he actually did. He said “fine” like it was nothing, didn’t even pause the game, just pissed right through his pants while we sat on the floor together. It was so hot seeing a boy piss his pants which I’d never seen before, but I laughed it off and called him crazy. He told me I was too chicken to do it too, so… I peed myself also. I was in a skirt, so I just lifted it and peed in my panties. We’ve done this a few times in the past years… we see each other rarely, but if we’re by ourselves and have to pee, we just piss our pants and dare the other one to do the same like an inside joke. I’ve also showed him my tits and pussy a couple times on a dare and seen him piss with his dick out a few times. Sorry if this is too fucked up to share but we’re basically just friends and it’s some of the only irl omo experience I’ve had… Hope you guys found this enjoyable !
    4 points
  7. Leaving a restaurant meeting with a few of my girlfriends and completely did not realize the state of my bladder until I got in my car and texted a couple people back. I have a 20 minute drive home. We closed the restaurant down and I had 4 sweet teas. My bladder hurts!!! I’m a 8/10 and leaving now. I’m wearing a t shirt, skinny ripper jeans and converse shoes. Think I can make it?! 27 year old female with a decent sized bladder.
    4 points
  8. So you just put on your wedding dress and peed in it without even beeing on your own wedding? I just like the thinking of, after the long wedding day, when my future husband and i go to our room, right before getting undressed. This would for me be the perfect "peeing in a wedding dress" moment. So my future husband can enjoy it and so i will. And then have great sex. But probably we will be to tired to do all this on our wedding night. 🤭
    4 points
  9. Well I got a whopping 3 minutes from my house and peed myself in my new car. I’m mad but holy shit was that orgasmic as hell!!!!! That was so exciting but I can’t believe I did that!!! thank god I had a towel in the back seat I could grab to sit on!!!
    4 points
  10. Latest comic in the '5 Bursting Students' series, now posted in my gallery - bustin2pee's artwork. Enjoy...
    4 points
  11. Background: Molly and Steph are recent college grads and have been best friends since elementary school. While other girls were more focused on fashion, dolls, and the like Molly and Steph were more interested in comic books and video games which leads to their celebratory college graduation trip to San Diego for Comic Con. They live in Charleston, SC and because Steph is deathly afraid of planes, they have decided on renting a car and driving cross country. Now for the story. Ch. 1 “Alright, I have something here for you and you’re not going to like it.” Molly said as she sat a shopping bag on Steph’s bed. The two were leaving for their trip bright and early the next morning so it made more sense to stay in the same apartment the night before. “Oh! You got me a present?! Why wouldn’t I like…” Steph trailed off as Molly pulled a pack of diapers from the shopping bag and sat it on the bed, discarding the shopping bag. “What on Earth are those for?” “Steph, our last road trip was to Pittsburgh and your peanut sized bladder added more than an hour to our trip. We don’t have time for all the stops you’re going to want to make on this cross country tour and I don’t think you can hold it between gas stops.” “I feel like that’s a pretty extreme exaggeration. I’ll be fine without those, thank you.” “Suit yourself. Just know that I’m only stopping for gas so if you pee your pants, that’s on you.” “What about the car? Making me pee myself will ruin it.” “The insurance covers it. I’ve triple checked and read about it online.” Molly replied matter-of-factly “Whatever. I can hold it.” Steph said, quietly, almost to herself. Molly conceded and put the pack of diapers next to their bags and the two went to bed. The following morning was uneventful. Molly and Steph both dressed for comfort for their exceptionally long trip, opting for yoga pants and tennis shoes with comfortable tshirts. The pair had loaded up their bags including the pack of diapers despite Steph’s vehement objections. Before setting out, Molly reminded Steph that the first stop was going to be Atlanta, which is about 5 hours away. Molly could tell by the intense glare from Steph that she was starting to get truly agitated so she backed off. She thought maybe Steph could hold it the whole way. A thought that was dismissed two hours into the trip when she noticed Steph subtly fidgeting in the passenger seat. Molly couldn’t help herself, her words drenched in smugness she asked: “You have to pee, don’t you?” “A little, but I’ll be fine. How much further until we stop?” “We’re almost halfway now. Alternatively, you could just put on one of the diapers and save yourself some discomfort.” “I’m not going to change on the interstate! What if someone sees?” “I assure you you’ll never see any of these people again. And I’d wager it will be less embarrassing than walking into a gas station with wet pants.” Steph grumbled something rude inaudibly and Molly dropped the subject again. Two hours later, Steph was sitting on her heel and not talking. At this point she didn’t know how much stopping would help as she wasn’t certain she could move without losing control entirely. She had been counting down the miles and knew she was still fifty miles from the exit Molly had planned for them to take. Her bladder nearly full to the point of bursting. Realizing this, she came to the conclusion that she was not going to make it to their first stop. This left her with two options: pee in the seat or try and grab one of the diapers from the back seat. Accepting that her friend’s logic was sound in that briefly being seen changing on the interstate would be far less embarrassing than walking into a gas station in obviously urine soaked pants, she decided to go for the diapers. She waited for a wave of pressure to die down then unbuckled her seatbelt and made her move. “Watcha dooooooin’?” Molly chimed, her voice absolutely dripping with self satisfaction. Steph was too focused on her goal to respond. Also, she didn’t want to give Molly the satisfaction. As she grabbed the package in the back seat, something about the idea of relief being so near caused her bladder to hit her with even more urgency. She was fidgeting more than ever now and leaking a small amount every few seconds. Before sitting completely she carefully and painstakingly removed her pants trying not to completely lose control, leaving her already damp panties on. As quickly as she could, she ripped open the pack of pull-ups, took one from inside, unfolded it and pulled it on over her underwear. She was sure at this point the seat underneath her was more than a little wet but she didn’t care as she finally began relieving herself into the diaper. She felt her pee hitting her panties, saturating them further before moving into the blessed, absorbent material of the diaper. Warmth spread and enveloped her as the material expanded to accommodate her forceful release. She peed for what seemed like minutes before the stream finally stopped and she sat back feeling the most relieved she had ever felt in her life. The seat was a little damp below her, but after checking for leaks it seems as though the diaper held. “Feel better?” “Shut up.” “I told you you wouldn’t make it.” “I hate you so much right now.” Steph was trying not to be grossed out by the fact that she was sitting in her own urine and instead focused on how it felt. It was so warm and soft she actually found herself kind of enjoying the sensation. Realizing she shouldn’t be doing that either she tried focusing on anything else. She was a little mad at Molly so she didn’t want to talk, either, which left her with nothing that would prevent her from circling back to how amazing it felt to just let go in her seat. Still disgusted, but not enough to stop thinking about it. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! This is my first time with this kind of writing and I'm admittedly a little nervous to put it out there. I have a few more chapters written and several more thought out so hopefully this goes over well and I can share them with you.
    3 points
  12. Omo in a way you you've never seen it before. Taking requests. InShot_20220724_235639626.mp4 InShot_20220725_002119268.mp4 InShot_20220725_005630153.mp4
    3 points
  13. As a girl, who likes man: I like when a man is a real man. Not too skinny, not too much muscles. Just the good cuddling body type. He should be able to hold me and give me the safeness i need sometimes after a long stressful day. 😍 Hope you get what i mean. 😅
    3 points
  14. Not much to see here, but noteworthy all the same. Lately, my go-to form of idle entertainment has been YouTube videos of people getting scared. At the very beginning of this newly-posted video, the "bushman" lunges at a group of young people, and after a moment one of the girls reaches between her legs and starts yelling, "I've wet myself!" It's brief, with no visual evidence that I could see, but I find it very cute.
    3 points
  15. Suffering through a heat wave, so what better place to go to than the spa and sauna … Poor planning on my part, I’ll admit that much. I don’t post here often, as not much interesting ever happens to me. But it turned out to be a lot of fun regardless of the heat. Or maybe because of the heat. We’ll get to that. A bit of an introduction to set the scene. An unnamed colleague and I went to one of the larger spas in the country. She’s recently single and when over lunch I mentioned going to the sauna (as I sometimes do), she asked if I objected to her joining me. I actually prefer going alone, since being naked around friends (and certainly colleagues!) isn’t really my thing. But I also know she’s going through a bit of a rough period, and thought it might be what she needed to get her mind off of things. She’s always very friendly to me, and we’ve been working together for about a year now, so it felt like the right thing to do. Anyway, a spa is the perfect place for some omo fun since you’re drinking A LOT, you’re VERY naked, and usually around other people. Hiding your desperation is more difficult and more important than anywhere else. But with my colleague joining me, I had originally given up on any omo fun. Instead, I just wanted to make it a nice day for her – I could always go back alone another day. So come Saturday morning, I packed some essentials for us both (towels, flip-flops, robes, some refillable water bottles) and went to pick her up. I had never been to her place, so she made us tea while giving me a quick tour. To minimise the risk of running into anyone I know, I always opt for a spa at a reasonable distance from where I live. Which meant about an hour’s worth of driving. Luckily, traffic was light, and we arrived a bit early. We booked the full experience: massage, lunch, group sessions, sauna, dinner, drinks. And because of the heat, it was surprisingly quiet when we arrived. Most people probably opted for the beach instead. We went to change upstairs, which is probably the most awkward part of the day. You have to undress in front of someone who has never seen you naked, and even knowing what sort of underwear someone prefers is more private than what you normally share. We giggled a bit, pretended to look away whilst the other one undressed, and eventually we were both naked. By now, the tea from earlier was causing my bladder some discomfort, so I excused myself and quickly went to the toilets. The awkwardness of being naked went away after a few minutes, and because we were a bit early, we had some time to kill before our massages. We decided to try out some different saunas and then went for a coffee in the bar downstairs. By now we had been there for an hour or so and drank at least one bottle of water each. I was not yet really paying attention to how much she was drinking, so it might have been more. I could feel the need to pee, but it was enjoyable, so I decided not to go just yet. We had an amazing massage, which was super relaxing. It was also pressing on my bladder a lot. It was around this time I realised my colleague had not yet gone to the toilet. Including the tea we had at her place, the coffee in the bar, and the bottle of water, she had drank quite a bit already. Interesting. The massage ended, we were given some cucumber water, I quickly went for a pee, and then went to sit in the shade for a while. The massage made us so relaxed or lazy (or both), that we ended up staying there for 30 minutes, missing one of the group sessions we had planned on participating in. We didn’t care very much, so opted to try out one of the other saunas. When we got out of the sauna, we took a quick outdoor shower to get ready to go into the pool, which we were both really looking forward to as we both enjoy swimming. Even though it was warm outside, being naked under cold water just made it too much for me, and I told my colleague I’d be back in a bit. I went to the toilet, refilled our water bottles, and joined her in the pool a couple of minutes later. She asked for her water bottle and I commented something along the lines of “you really drink a lot, do you want some ...”, but before I could finish my sentence she countered “yes, and you go pee frequently”. Despite my kink, I am pee shy, so I was not sure how to process her commenting on how often I pee. I also didn't mean anything with my comment. I just wanted to ask if she wants something else besides just plain water. But I also recognised I might not get another opportunity to bring up the topic again, so I took my chance and hesitantly congratulated her on having a much larger bladder. I tried to sell it as a bit of a joke, just to be on the safe side. This is not verbatim, but it’s as close to what she said as I can get: Me: “Well, you’re just lucky your bladder is much bigger. You win that one”. Her: “Why do you think that?” Me: “Because, like you said, I already went to pee a few times and we’ve only been here a short while.” Her: “So did I, I just did not tell you.” Me: “Ow, sorry, I didn’t see you go to the toilets. I didn’t mean anything with it.” Her: “I didn’t.” Me: “Not sure I follow…" Her: “Well, I took a shower a couple of times after we went into the saunas, and I’m in water right now.” By now I figured what she meant. And it was the hottest thing to hear. I had a ‘growing’ interest, but we were still naked, and I had to hide it. Me: “But I was right there with you in the shower.” Her: “Relax, it’s clean. I’m sure everyone does it.” Me: “I didn’t.” Her: “I didn’t stop you from doing it.” She said it in such a joking fashion that I don’t think she has a pee kink. She just thinks it’s normal to pee in the shower. And rightly so. Just didn’t think she’d be bold enough to do it in a public shower. We still had quite some time left at the spa, so I decided to pay a lot closer attention to her for the rest of the day. We had a lot of fun, tried all the different saunas, and had a lovely lunch – and again a lot of water. It was now a bit of a running joke that after some time in the sauna she’d announce to me, she had to go take a shower and wink. I always went with her, but obviously couldn’t stare at her to see if I could see her peeing. But just knowing that she was standing right next to me, emptying her bladder, was such a turn on. Luckily, the cold water did a good job of hiding my excitement. After a couple of hours, I got a bit more daring and decided to also pee in the shower. I made sure to make the stream look like it was just shower water, and peeing there, in the shower, surrounded by multiple other people, was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done. I think my colleague did notice, as she started to laugh. My shyness kicked in, and the flow stopped immediately. We made the most of our time at the spa, tried as many of the saunas as safely possible, and had a great dinner to end the day. It turned out a day at the spa with a colleague was a lot more fun than I anticipated. She’s a super fun girl, and if I were 5 years younger, I might ask her out on a date.
    3 points
  16. Women like to go in groups. It's a social thing. They also take longer, so the lines are always longer. Specific to the beach, it may be that men have less inhibitions about letting loose in their bathing suits out in the water than women. They might make an attempt to go to the bathroom, but if they don't want to wait, they can always go in the ocean. That's my theory at least.
    3 points
  17. A big one for me would be long distance public transit, like a train or plane for example. Being forces to sit in your own urine while people ask you if you are okay as you desperately try to cover the wet spot in your pants without drawing attention to it. Pretty damn embarrassing if you ask me.
    3 points
  18. Hey yall, im now open to FREE requests for Omo content done in 3D blender, Here are some my works! Just comment below what you'd like to see and ill get to you asap! Im open to anything Omo/pee related as long as it fits the guidelines! If you have a specific character model in mind make sure to include it as well (From Smutbase)! If you wanna see more of my art check out my twitter @FranticM84
    2 points
  19. I'm editing sprites from games to turn them into omo, I did some of Wargroove sprites a while ago but I'm gonna do some more. Feel free to give me some suggestions. I did Selicy from One Step From Eden, and I might do hazel but other than that I have no clue who to do.
    2 points
  20. I discovered mine when I saw squirting, there was just something about it, and from there omo and watersports was just a natural evolution, but I'm curious how all of you discovered your taboo pleasures.
    2 points
  21. Pictures of astronaut diapers, female astronauts wearing diapers, and quotes about wearing/using a diaper.
    2 points
  22. While wearing a tabbed diaper, Gabriella gets tickled by Alisha until she pees in this cute and playful wetting video. Gabriella is relaxing in her diaper when Alisha sneaks up behind her and launches a surprise tickle attack. Being extremely ticklish, Gabriella fights to get away, but Alisha’s tickles prove to be too much, causing Gabriella to pee in her diaper.
    2 points
  23. So... I've had this video (possibly downloaded from here) where a Japanese waitress takes order from a hesitant male patron, she's wearing a black skirt with black loafers. The patron peruses the menu while she asks repeatedly whether he's ready to order or not. Passing her limit, she leaks while holding her order book. Only after she finishes her leak that the patron finally decided on what to order, she takes the order and walks away. I lost this video when I switched to a new computer, so if anyone has clues as to what this video is or even where to download it, it would be much appreciated. Thanks in advance.
    2 points
  24. so I hadn't gotten very high in a while. I ended up getting extremely high, first enjoying it, then to the point I was horribly overwhelmed. I've only had one other accident, and it was planned to be in a diaper. I'd never involuntarily wet besides that, and well, the fact that I got high. Not sure if I should be embarrassed or glad that I got the experience. So basically I used to do edibles before a move. I tried a CBD shop to get Delta 8. They said try 2 gummies but I used to take double that amount in my edibles. Well... I did 3. Ended up tripping basically. Bladder started feeling like it was pulsing. Went from nonconcerned to just about to relax enough to pee. Got up, convinced I had control, to grab some things to make a makeshift diaper. Well. In the bathroom, bending over to grab something, it all just started coming out. A spurt, tried to stop. It was like it just pushed it out more. I had just let go. Ended up on my knees, just overwhelmed with the feeling down there and in my brain, pissing. It felt like it was just coming out and out in waves, like the beach. It grew, stretched to my toes. Ended with a puddle spanning half of my bathroom floor. I'm concerned cause getting high had never done this for me but it made me feel really good, although embarrassed. Not sure how I should feel?
    2 points
  25. So this is a true story that happened a few years ago. I've never written anything but don't see many stories like this and thought everyone would enjoy. I accidentally posted this in the live action section so I'm just reposting in the experiences. At the time I was dating this girl, we'll call her Sophie for the sake of privacy. She was around 5 foot 7, medium build, dark curly hair, big breasts, amazing body, and overall was absolutely stunning. She would have been 19/20 at the time. A year or so before this, I had confided in her about my fetish and did treat me to a show from time to time but I think this was half on purpose and half an accident. We decided that we would go to Thorpe Park for the day. She dressed in black jeans and a crop top and we headed out. Once we were there we went on a few rides and then decided to go for something to eat and had a couple of beers in the process. We got a little tipsy and went on another ride and decided we would go for another couple of beers. We got chatting to some people and had some Jaeger bombs and by this point we were getting a little drunk. We then decided we should head to the Saw ride. We started queuing and were about 45 or so minutes from the front when the ride stopped working, they announced this but said the ride should be back up shortly. We waited 10 minutes and this was the first time she let me know that she actually had to pee. I said that we'd been waiting a while and it would be a shame to leave as the park was approaching closing time and we wouldn't get to go on the ride if we left. She agreed and said that she'd just hold it. The ride got back up and running and we slowly started making our way to the front of the queue. Now being young, in love and drunk, we were being pretty touchy with each other, hugging, kissing a bit etc and I was getting pretty turned on knowing of her situation but given where we were knew that nothing would happen. Or so I thought. She suddenly whispered to me "baby, I'm getting really desperate I don't know how much I can hold it", trying to keep her situation quiet. I offered her the chance to go, but she said she didn't want to lose our place in the queue. I think she had noticed it was turning me on. She had started to cross her legs when we were standing and bouncing on the spot a little. About 20 minutes from the front she said, "fuck babe, I really don't know if I can hold it", I said again that we should go and she said no it's fine, we were both pretty drunk so maybe she thought it'd be fine, but all the beer and shots were clearly catching up with her. After a while she started swearing under her breath "fuck, fuck, fuck" and I was getting really flustered by the whole thing. She then suddenly grabbed my arm hard and looked at me a bit panicked and said "it's coming out". My ears didn't believe what I heard so I asked what she meant? "I'm peeing". I looked down and my eyes widened. This stunning girl was wetting her jeans in the line! It ran all the way down her legs and she kept saying "I can't stop it", before she eventually managed to gain control. She looked down to check the damage and said "shit... well thank fuck I'm wearing black jeans I guess, is the back bad?" and turned around for me to show me it spread up her ass and down both legs. I said "Don't worry you can see but it's not too bad, unless you were looking at it I don't think you'd notice", it was dark by this point so that and the black jeans covered it somewhat okay, but had someone checked her ass out, which people certainly would given how attractive this girl was, then they definitely would have noticed. She then said to me, "you must be loving this, I just wet myself in the most public place possible.." I couldn't deny my enjoyment and she gave me a devilish smile. She seemed embarrassed but I think that the alcohol had given her some dutch courage because I again asked if she wanted to leave and she said "Hell no, I've just pissed myself to get on this ride, we're gonna ride it!" We both laughed, got to the front, and rode the ride. Afterwards, the park was closing so we started to walk back to the bus. I gave her my hoodie to wrap around her waist and cover some of the damage. Once we got to the bus, there was a queue to get on and after queuing for 10 minutes she said again, "fuck I don't know why I didn't go to the toilet before we left I still really have to go" and was really moving around a lot. I said not to worry as we were almost at the front and it was only a 15 minute journey to the train station. We got on the bus and she put her head on my shoulder. I put my hand on her thigh and noticed how wet she really was. Once we arrived at the train station she jumped out and said "okay I need to find a bathroom now!" so we went into the station and she went off to the toilets, but when she got there, she went to walk in and.. the door was locked. She came up to me and told me the situation. "Don't worry babe, the train's going to be here in a couple of seconds you can go when we get on. Now the train arrived and to her horror she noticed it was one of the trains which doesn't have bathrooms on board.. which was insane because it was a 2 hour train journey. She looked at me and said "there's no way I'm going to make it 2 hours!" I really felt for her at this moment because the poor girl had already wet herself in front of hundreds of people so I said "look, sweetheart, you've already wet yourself, before we get on the train just let yourself go and I'll stand in front of you so people don't see." She looked at me and said "I guess you're right" and immediately started rewetting herself, this time on the platform of a train station! She must have peed for a minute or so and by the time she was done she was absolutely soaked. We climbed on the train and headed home. Once we got off we walked back to our place. When we arrived at our door she looked at me and said "Well you must have had fun today!" I replied "I know that must of been embarrassing but I can't tell you how horny I am right now" She laughed. Looked at me in the eyes with a devilish look she gave and said "well seeing as I'm already wet..." she took my hand, place it on her pussy and began to wet herself for the third time that day. We kissed passionately, she let me take a photo of her and then we headed inside and had some of the best sex we had in our whole relationship. It was insane. I would love to share the photo but as I said, this is an ex of mine who I'm no longer in contact with, so I wouldn't be able to get permission to post it. Hope you've enjoyed the story though :). I have loads more.
    2 points
  26. Marissa winced a bit as she stood up from the table and pushed in her chair. She had been feeling a slight need to pee for the last half hour, but standing had suddenly made her aware of just how full she was. It made sense, she hadn’t gone since she had left work nearly 2 hours ago and had since drank 2 pints of beer and a large glass of water with dinner. She glanced around the restaurant but didn’t see any obvious signs of a bathroom, surely it must be back past the- “Ready to go?” Marc asked -“Yep” she responded after just the slightest moment of hesitation. Under normal circumstances, Marissa would have definitely made the effort to go find the bathroom, even though it was just a brief journey back to her apartment, the idea of sitting in a car with this full of a bladder wasn’t exactly appealing, but the service had been a lot slower than they expected and they were now pressed for time. Plus, she had just recently started seeing Marc and while she certainly felt comfortable telling him that she needed to go to the bathroom, making him wait around the restaurant for her when they had already stood up felt a bit awkward. Walking out of the restaurant, Marissa glanced at the time on her phone, 6:35. She ran through the plan in her head. Marc would drive her back to her apartment, which would take about 10 minutes, they would run in and grab the duffle bag that she had packed this morning… super quick stop at the bathroom… then Marc would take her to the train station and drop her off, which would take about another 10 minutes. Sitting down in the car, she pulled up the train schedule she had look at earlier. She needed to catch the 7pm train. That would get her to her destination by about 7:25, where her childhood best friend Martia would be waiting for her. They were then to meet with their other friends at Jen’s house, where they would all head to the movie theater together for a nice relaxed girls night before heading back to Jen’s for some wine and a sleepover just like they had a million times as kids. Looking back up, Marissa felt a pang of anxiety as they hadn’t even made it out of the parking lot yet. She checked the time again, she really needed to catch the 7pm train as the next one wasn’t until 8. Finally on the road, the conversation was minimal as Marc focused on getting Marissa to the station on time. She smiled a bit as she noticed the look of determination and genuine concern for her on his face. He was really shaping up to be a keeper. Exhaling slightly Marissa turned back to look out the window and her bladder came back to the front of her mind. She really needed to pee now. There was no avoiding it, she would absolutely have to take 2 minutes to pee when they stopped at home. It was worth the risk, as it would be her last chance for likely an hour and she had consumed quite a lot of fluids. 5 minutes from home and Marissa could hardly tell what was bothering her more, the anxiety about missing her train or the pressure in her bladder. She crossed her legs tightly and leaned back, 15 minutes from and now she would be relieved and able to relax on the train. Just 15 minutes. Pulling up to her apartment Marissa glanced at the time once more, 6:43, it was going to be tight but they should have plenty of time. Pee. Bag. Train station. She had her keys ready in hand. “All I need to do is grab my bag and then I really have to go to the bathroom, I’ll be two minutes and we're back on the road” she relayed to Marc as they entered her apartment, Marc taking a seat on the couch as Marissa dashed toward the back hallway. Reaching the bathroom door, Marissa swore under her breath. The door was closed and the shower was running, her roommate. To make matters even worse, she could hear the conversation behind the door, her roommate’s boyfriend was in there too. Marissa had told her roomie she would be gone for the night and she had invited her boyfriend over and now they were showering together. Marissa crossed her legs tightly and racked her brain. Under normal circumstances, she would just rush in and pee, but with the boyfriend there, it was just impossible. She checked the time, 6:47. Even if she knocked and made them get out, it would take entirely too much time. As if sensing how close she was, her bladder surged and she felt her pee rush right to the edge of peehole. She pressed her legs together and even harder and even though it felt childish, gave herself the lightest of squeezes over her jeans, just to get things back under control. 6:48. She was in an impossible situation, make her train or pee. As the surge retreated, she felt a renewed confidence. She had always had a good bladder, surviving many bursting situations without ever losing a drop. Always maintaining her dignity while her friends or siblings were loudly complaining about how badly they needed to go or dancing all around. The urge she had just felt was just how it always was when she came home needing to go bad. She had it under control and while she would be miserable, having to deal with a full bladder on a train ride was better than ruining her whole night for a dumb pee. She quickly grabbed her bag from her bedroom and re appeared up front, where Marc immediately stood up. “That was quick, did you go to the bathroom already?” he inquired. “Kelsey and her boyfriend are in there showing - it’s fine, I’ll just go when I get to Jen’s” Part 2 coming soon
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  27. I especially liked Reagan for selling crack in the inner cities to fund terrorism, along with everything else he did to try and end the LGBT menace before they started by no-selling aids as a fairy tale because The Throat Goat told him to. I believe that was the day Ronald Reagan INVENTED bootstraps, and by God almighty did he pull them like medical funding. Sorry what does absolutely any of this childish hullabaloo have to do with TVGuy's initial post? I remember not INSTANTLY nuking this thread when he posted it, because thank god the man is an actually intelligent human being and brought up some fantastic points of thought, and I wanted to see where it went. It was actually non-inflammatory and education based. I come back here now and its just a 2016 election thread all over again. Need I remind you all, that thread used to be a thing and several people got banned. Hint hint. At least one of you is simultaneously fueling the fire and getting baited. PERHAPS ya'll should get back on track.
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  28. I'm gonna see if she's willing to make more but she did say she liked the warmth
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  30. bigot bĭg′ət noun One who is strongly partial to one's own group, religion, race, or politics and is intolerant of those who differ.
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  31. I am sorry for this. But i am sure you will find a wonderful person that matches with your omo spirit. And maybe you can find some people here on the forum to make some contact with 🙂
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  32. I’d love to see a woman wet her wedding dress!
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  33. View File IamLittleKathy - Massive pissing in bed in white boyshort underwear Source: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph62c705aa1f0ac Length: 4:36 Note: Some annoying background noises. Probably best without headphones, or low/no audio. Submitter Reeve Submitted 07/23/2022 Category Female  
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  34. Here's another woman at a job where she doesn't get to pee for 6 1/2 hours and has to be on TV beside! I posted this in the other thread but I thought it was relevant to here as well. I feel like such a bitch for enjoying the fact that she doesn't get to pee all day when I probably should be sympathetic. But I had better shut up if I enjoy this clip too much and thoughts of her being desperate all day too much next thing I know I'll find karma decrees I have her job.
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  35. @Angusburger "I sat right across from i think the only restroom at the beach and I noticed whenever a line started building up at the men's restroom men would just leave and not wait in line so at most there was only ever a few men out the door and men tended to leave more space in the line. The womens restroom just had girls non stop waiting in line causing a line up to build up and only when it was super long did girls start holding it and not wait in line. Why is there such a difference? Could womens restroom line be solved if women also stopped lining up after a few people like the mens room? Also I did notice some women were crossing their leg or moving around a bit but no obvious pee dance" As I've been saying in my other thread about women being more patient waiting for the bathroom, women are just condition to be polite and to be patient and to hold it in whereas men tend to be more impatient. A man sees a line and he quickly becomes frustrated and moves on and usually find some other place to relieve himself seeing as it's usually easy for men to make other arrangements. When it comes to the bathroom line ladies room line is always going to be much longer and there is no avoiding that, and women have fewer options other than to wait for the bathroom. So I think when when women see a bathroom line we tend to not expect or to assume that there's going to be some other place where we can relieve ourselves in a short time. Women however know that wherever they go there is likely to be a line so they are more inclined to wait at the first line they come across. I guess we are just used to, guys are not. And then sometimes the line becomes impossibly long and you eventually get frustrated and give up and just consider holding it short of an emergency. There is sometimes optimism in this is you feel maybe if you come back later the line will be shorter, although in all honesty I can say from experience that it's usually not the case. A ladies room is almost always in continuous use, and if you find a line out the door and decide to come back later you're probably going to find a line just as big as the original if not longer, so if you really want to go to the bathroom you are best inclined to just start waiting with the first line you see as it will save you time later. But again sometimes the line is so frustratingly long you just give up and you hold it even if it's uncomfortable and inconvenient. At the beach though in a wet swimsuit I had no issues just peeing in the ocean! Maybe this would make for a good poll actually.
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  36. Wetting someone else's bed would be mine. I was always terrified it would happen during my accident prone days and it still always in the back of my mind. Just the thought of how you go about telling them and then having to deal with it is potentially the most embarrassing thing i could think to have happen.
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  37. It's not fucked up that's for sure... It's this guy straight?. If u r lesbian... Do you wonder why u felt hot when he pissed?
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  38. This sexy photo gallery features Gabriella and Alisha wetting their pants together. What is better than a photo set with a single sexy model peeing in her pants? How about two sexy models peeing in their pants? These incredible photos show Alisha and Gabriella clearly having a good time as they intentionally pee in their jeans together.
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  39. Walking to the store, Alisha ends up peeing her pants in public when she can’t hold it any longer. Alisha and Gabriella are walking to the store together when Alisha needs to pee, so Gabriella decides to start recording. Alisha is extremely desperate, but there is no where for to hide and relieve herself. She frantically searches for some place to pee, but ultimately can’t hold on and ends up wetting herself in public.
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  40. Had some bladder issues as a kid, when I was 7 I started wetting myself on purpose and thought it was funny and kinda cute, sooo I kept doing it to this day 😛 I dont really consider it a fetish since it doesnt really sexually turn me on, but witnessing it or wetting myself makes my face really hot ><
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  41. I was proposed for surgery. But I don't want to do it.. So I don't plan to do something, I just live with pads...
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  42. Video is still unavailable in my country, but it's a good thing I have a VPN 😎
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  43. So I didn't have to go much but I didn't want to waste the opportunity. I'm looking for a pair of green underwear too. 20220724_013638~2.mp4
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  44. The US Supreme Court

    What do I care for their suffering? Pain, even agony, is no more than information before the senses, data fed to the computer of the mind. The lesson is simple: you have received the information, now act on it. Take control of the input and you shall become master of the output. (The strongest mids will get the reference)
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  45. Pictured: Emily, probably. Artwork is from https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/97243571 Shayla eventually calmed down a bit after stifling some giggles. She had a wide grin on her face. Emily had been such a bitch to her all day; getting back at her like this was perfect. Emily was clearly very sensitive about being lumped into the bedwetting cabin with the likes of Melody and May, and she guessed, herself. To be fair, Emily had also totally wet herself today, and the only reason that Shayla had an accident was because of her. That totally justified Shayla’s latest prank. Totally. Content with herself, Shayla fell into a deep and relaxed sleep. Thoughts of the mysterious, abandoned town still occasionally echoed through her head, but not in a nightmarish way. It was rare for Shayla to have dreams about something that happened so recent, dreams where people she just met showed up. There was something about this place, like it was its own little world, cut off from everywhere else. She slept soundly through what remained of the night. ... The gray morning sun gently peered through the windows of the small cabin as a small alarm beeped from somewhere in the center of the room. Fern groggily opened her eyes and grabbed her digital watch, turning it off. It was time for her to wake the campers, for everyone to get started with their day. She breathed in deeply. The faint smell of pee meant that someone had just had an accident. No clue who, but she had her list of usual suspects. Shayla, perhaps one of her most regular suspects, was already awake from the first little chimes of the digital alarm. Not only was she awake, but giddy with excitement. She had made it all the way through the night, totally dry. For most people her age, that wasn’t a huge accomplishment. But for an aspiring prankster such as herself, staying dry this morning felt amazing. This was going to be a good day. The only thing on Shayla’s mind at that moment, while she laid there silently, was the look on Emily’s face when she woke up. Fern stood up, cleared her throat, and found her voice. In a few long, drawn out words, she began to wake everyone up. “Good moooorning! It’s time to get up….. Hope you slept well.” Several of the campers shifted groggily, including Shayla, who eagerly stretched and sat up on her bed, turning in Emily’s general direction. As the padding moved beneath her pajamas, Shayla delightedly, smugly confirmed that she had slept dry. Unlike some other people. Melody was the next to rise. She sat up, stretching her hands out into the room as she let out a big yawn. She crinkled loudly when she sat up, her blankets and pajamas rustling. Next was May, who bolted up, obviously somewhat giddy with excitement, much like Shayla was. May and Shayla exchanged eye contact, grinning. Shayla knew she wouldn’t have to say anything, that Emily’s embarrassment would be quite the sight, something to enjoy with May. “Good morning everyone!” Fern reiterated. “Time to get up!” Willow stirred awake, sitting up as well. Shayla heard a gasp from Emily, followed by frantic rustling within her sleeping bag. That’s right, Emily, Shayla thought, it’s soaking wet. You totally just tinkled your panties like a little bedwetter. Don’t be so surprised. When Emily turned her face to the room, it was beet red. She sat up, her sleeping bag still wrapped tightly around her. She was obviously distressed, frantically thinking about what to do next. Shayla had been in that position recently, and it was almost hard to enjoy it when she saw that look on Emily’s face. Shayla reminded herself of what a bitch Emily was, that she had been put in pullups yesterday because of her. That steeled her resolve. “How is everyone doing today?” Fern asked. “Good.” Melody mumbled. Everyone else gave some kind of vague acknowledgement or blinked slowly. “Good.” Fern said, already fully awake and cheerful. She looked very cute, even after she had just woken up moments ago. “Now, let’s discuss our progress as a cabin. Did anybody have a little accident that you should tell us about? Would anybody like to share first?” Fern turned to Shayla, but Shayla didn’t say anything. She wanted to save her satisfaction until a bit later. Willow raised her hand. “I stayed dry!” she said. Fern turned to her. “Very good, Willow. You are doing great with reducing your night-time accidents. Did you use any padding?” “Nope.” Willow said, confidently. Emily looked worried, wearing an expression of reluctance and anxiety. Even her friend could stay dry. “Great job. Another sunshine sticker for you, Willow.” Fern said, wondering to herself where the pee smell was coming from. “Who else? Remember, it’s OK if you had an accident, and you don’t have to be as dry as Willow to share with everyone.” May interjected. “I stayed dry, too.” Emily reacted even more strongly this time. Shayla could hardly contain herself. “Good job staying dry, May. Did you wear something to help you, just in case?” Fern asked. “No.” May said, looking at Emily. “I am a big girl and everything, I don’t think I need to wear them.” Emily scowled, still keeping silent. Fern gently corrected her. “Some big girls do still wear special underwear, and some big girls use them. It doesn’t make them any less of a big girl, okay May? We don’t judge here.” May nodded unconvincingly. “Who is next?” Fern asked. “Some of us are doing great so far this morning, but it’s totally all right if you struggled with dryness last night.” Melody shyly raised her hand. “I think--” she stammered slightly. “I think I need a change.” Melody blushed. She seemed to wet her bed every night, no matter what she did. “That’s just fine, Melody.” Fern said without missing a beat. “That doesn’t make you any less of a big girl.” Melody smiled, sitting up with her legs slightly apart. “We’ll get you changed right before breakfast, sound good?” Melody nodded, a little cheered up by Fern’s words. “Shayla, Emily. You’ve both been awfully quiet this morning. I’m sure that doesn’t mean you have nothing to say.” Emily looked more frantic than ever, hiding in her sleeping bag like it was a cocoon. Shayla watched for just a second before speaking up. “I’m dry, too!” She said. “I slept through the night totally dry.” She reiterated. Emily’s face looked incredulous, maybe even a bit hostile. Before Fern could give her congratulations, Emily interjected: “I seriously doubt that.” Emily said flatly. “Prove it.” “Emily, it’s not very nice of you to accuse Shayla of lying. I’m sure she’s telling the truth. And she doesn’t owe it to you to prove anything.” Fern turned to Shayla. “Shayla, good job. Did you wear your pullup?” “Yes.” Shayla said reluctantly. Emily might have had an accident, but it was still deeply embarrassing that Shayla had so many of that that she was still in pampers at night. And lately, during the day, too. Maybe, Shayla thought, she could sneak into a pair of normal panties today. “Very good, then. A sunshine sticker for you, Shayla.” Fern said, cheerfully. “Emily, maybe it’s about time for you to share.” The boisterous and proud Emily that had taunted Shayla and locked her out of the bathroom was gone. Her last-ditch gambit to make Shayla look bad had failed. Emily mumbled something incoherently, but Shayla couldn’t catch what it was. She started to feel a little bad for Emily, who was clearly feeling very sensitive. Fern picked up on the hesitation. “Did you have an accident, Emily?” She asked directly. Emily’s eyes teared up a little bit. “I th-think so.” She said, trailing off. “It’s all right if you did, Emily.” Fern said, reassuringly. “You’re not going to get any of judgment from us. It’s okay if you don’t always make it through the night dry. You’re still a big girl.” The reassurance didn’t seem to comfort Emily very much. “Y-yeah. I’m gonna need my sleeping bag washed.” Emily finally choked out. “That’s just fine, I will take care of that after breakfast. For now, just step out of that wet sleeping bag. We’ll get you and Melody all cleaned up momentarily. I just want to emphasize that it’s totally fine, and also that everyone else did a fantastic job with staying dry last night. It always pleases me when I get to add a bunch of sunshine stickers.” Fern said cheerfully. Emily sniffled a little bit and stepped out of her sleeping bag. “Fine.” She trailed off. Emily was clearly soaked, more so than Shayla had even imagined. She wore a light pink shirt with a complementary pair of pants, both of which sported large, sprawling stains that reached from her crotch along her back, almost to her neck. Her legs were soaking wet, the sweatpants clinging to her body along the backs of her legs, the stains having crept down her calves, nearing her ankles. Even Shayla’s own embarrassing, crinkling “night-time underwear” would have been no match for Emily’s accident. Fern began putting the stickers on as everyone else shuffled around, getting ready for their morning showers. As always, they got first dibs on the shower, just in case someone ended up looking like Emily. Shayla’s pullup crinkled loudly as she moved around, but she found that it was comfortable when it wasn’t soaking wet. A few times, Shayla had almost forgotten that she was wearing it in all of the excitement. Part of Shayla would have really liked to prove to Emily that she was dry, but anything to emphasize that she was in a glorified diaper just wasn’t something that Shayla could stomach. As Fern got to her row on the chart, Shayla realized that this was her first sunshine sticker since she’d been here. The first time that, when asked, Shayla was able to say with confidence that she had not wet her pants like a little girl. The feeling was an odd mix of pride and shame. It felt like a big deal, but it was mortifying to admit that fact. As Emily moved around and peeled off her soaking clothes, Shayla caught glimpses of the sheet over her waterproof mattress. It was very light gray, with overlapping pale yellow stains. She remarked that it was somewhat like her own. Emily tossed the soaking sleeping bag into the bin along with her sheet, which she peeled off of her bed quickly. Emily’s things would comprise the whole of that bin’s embarrassing contents. Emily changed into her swimsuit for the short walk to the shower, which was an amusing juxtaposition against everyone’s pajamas. Shayla pulled her pajama pants down, revealing her cute, flowery pullup diaper. She began to slide it down her legs when Fern interrupted her. “You’re taking that off?” She asked. “Yeah.” Shayla replied, sliding it back up. “Is… that a problem?” Emily began to look over, a sneering look on her face. “I’m just not sure you should take it off just yet.” Fern said. Then, in a quieter voice, she added “you know, after yesterday?” Shayla felt a knot of dread building in her chest. Every day in diapers had the potential to be infinitely humiliating were even the slightest wardrobe malfunction (or bladder malfunction) to occur. “But… I stayed dry last night.” Shayla said, already feeling feeble. Emily smirked. “I know, and that’s great, but--” Fern paused. “It’s just that… I think I need to see a bit more progress from you before I let you wear panties again.” “Come on!” Shayla said. I didn’t even… need it that much yesterday.” Shayla said, choking on her words. “Come on, Shayla, it’s okay. It will be fine. You won’t even notice that you have them on. And if you can keep them dry all day today, you can wear panties tomorrow. Does that sound like a deal?” Shayla knew better than to argue with Fern. Playing stupid games would win her stupid prizes, including a nearly endless stream of infantilizing remarks. This was already embarrassing enough, especially with the way that Emily was going to tease her later. That would be rich, coming from her. “Fine.” Shayla said, dejected at the thought of wearing pampers again all day. Emily, who was standing behind Fern, raised her eyebrows and put her hand up to her mouth, mocking a gesture of suppressing laughter. Again, Shayla thought, that was rich something from someone whose back was sticky with her own urine. Neither Emily nor Shayla were getting their way today, but Shayla realized that it was at least better than yesterday. Except that Emily and Willow were getting some kind of prize, whatever that was. That thought annoyed Shayla even more, since Emily and Willow had clearly swept the prize from under May and her. Even with her soaking wet revenge, Shayla couldn’t help but feel that her day had begun in an annoying way. She was going to have to crinkle around in pullups all day again while Emily and Willow rubbed their epic prize in her face. Shayla at least hoped that the prize was seriously disappointing. Like maybe they would get an hour of TV or something like that. Whatever they received, at least it would keep them out of Shayla’s hair. She honestly just wanted some time to herself, some time to think. That probably wasn’t going to happen any time soon. May and Shayla exchanged a few looks while everyone finished their preparations for shower time. As Conflicted as Shayla was feeling that morning, it was still an amusing sight to see Emily use two or three Lysol wipes on her waterproof mattress. If amusing was the wrong word, it was at least accurate to say that it wasn’t crushing to Shayla’s self esteem. Soon, everyone was ready to head to the showers. The lot of them stepped outside, into the slightly cool morning air. Shayla squinted for a moment as her eyes adjusted to the cloudy light. Under her arm, Shayla tucked her towel, her small bottle of shampoo, and her outfit for that day: her high-waisted jeans from the day before, a braided leather belt, and a pale pink blouse. Walking to the toilets, Shayla became more and more conscious of her padded underwear rubbing against her privates. She could handle one more day. One more day of staying dry, one more day as if she were back in toilet training. It was no big deal. Shayla would come out on top, not just by pushing Emily down, but by raising herself up. She talked herself up on the way to the shower, finding it helpful for waking up. May wasn’t saying very much, seeming a bit groggy. Everyone walked in silence for a few moments, with Fern and Melody out in front. Melody was waddling a little bit, swinging her hips wide with each step. Not only that, she was going agonizingly slow, in effect holding everyone up temporarily. “Are you gonna change me soon?” Melody asked Fern. Shayla looked around, praying to herself that nobody heard that. Fern, seemingly reading Shayla’s concern, answered Melody’s question in a low, discreet voice: “Yes, very soon, don’t worry about it.” Melody, picking up on the quiet tone, answered back in a low voice. Shayla heard her say “Okay, good, because…” before stepping up and whispering into Fern’s ear. “That’s fine.” Fern replied. “Good job letting me know. I’ll help you.” The two of them picked up the pace a little bit, which was a relief for Shayla and the others, who, Shayla guessed, probably could all use a bathroom break. She herself didn’t need to go too badly, but she would still give it a try, vowing to do everything to avoid her overconfident mistakes of the recent past. At least, Shayla thought, she wasn’t waddling to the toilets today, or, at least, right now. Hopping from foot to foot now, Melody was actually starting to look a little desperate as the girls neared the door. Fern rapidly ushered Melody into the first available stall. Shayla paused, hearing Fern talk from behind the stall door: “That’s it, just another minute, just sit down here. Let’s get those pants off… Just keep holding for a second, you’ve got it…” As Shayla stood there for a moment, Emily came up behind her, whisper-yelling in her ear “Waiting for your turn, pamper-champ?” Emily and Willow giggled before Emily gave Shayla’s butt a hard smack, causing Shayla to gasp and jump a little bit. Furious, she balled her fists up and whipped around, facing Emily, who stood there in her skimpy, two-piece swimsuit. Shayla looked Emily directly in the eye, then said, in a firm and matter-of-fact tone, “Wash your hands before you touch me next time.” She maintained eye contact with Emily, refusing to be the one to break it. Behind the stall door, Shayla could hear Fern pulling some tapes off while Melody whimpered quietly. “You’re so close.” Fern whispered reassuringly. “...Butt up now.” Shayla heard the sound of plastic sliding against porcelain and Fern’s shoes squeak on the concrete floor. Almost instantly after that, Shayla heard Melody’s extended sigh of relief as she let go. The sound of water hitting water began strongly. “Good job, Melody.” Fern said with genuine enthusiasm. “Very good job.” All the while, Shayla’s and Emily’s gazes were mutually locked. At last, it was Emily who broke the confrontation, pointing her head at the ground and trudging behind Shayla, knocking her shoulder on the way to the shower room. Willow followed. Shayla smiled to herself momentarily, holding her chin up high and refusing to turn towards Emily. Vowing to keep her promise of dryness, Shayla headed into another stall. She pulled her crinkling underwear down along with her pajama pants and let loose a small stream that eventually turned into a heavy flow. It felt extremely relieving, and Shayla hadn’t even realized that she needed to go so bad. That fact was alarming, but at least she made it well on time, bone-dry. She could still overhear Fern and Melody. “Remember to wipe.” Fern gently reminded Melody. “I thought you were gonna.” Melody said. “Well, it’s good to get used to doing it yourself.” Fern countered. Shayla rolled her eyes, still urinating. What had she gotten herself into? She would be so much happier in a different cabin, if only she found some way to hide her “night-time troubles.” Shayla’s daytime troubles were not even her fault, she told herself. She was just getting used to the new place and to Emily’s harassment. This cabin wasn’t doing any good. “You’re going to get in the shower, so there’s no need this time.” Fern said. “Okay!” Melody said, seeming a little relieved. Shayla heard her break off a piece of toilet paper, wipe herself, and flush. The flushing sound echoed through the concrete building. “Good girl.” Fern said. “Let’s get you washed up.” Shayla finished peeing and joined the others in the shower room, first stripping nude and hiding her pullup in the folds of her jeans, which she left at a bench. That would be quite an embarrassing thing for someone to witness. Shayla stepped into the shower, enjoying the privilege of first dibs on hot water for the entire camp. She quickly shampooed her hair. Emily, May, Shayla, and Willow were momentarily joined by Fern and Melody, who where also stripped down. Shayla couldn’t help but glance at Fern’s nude body for a moment, remarking on her stunning features. More than one thing, Shayla noticed several little things about Fern. Her striking collarbones, her foot arches fit for ballet, and her voluminous hair, unfurled and slightly curled from its consistent confinement into a high ponytail. Shayla took a mental picture before returning her gaze back to the wall. The girls washed up, the water waking them up for the day. Emily and Willow chatted as they ended their brief showers and dried off. Shayla always found the shower to be a bit of an awkward place for conversation, so she kept quiet, dried off, and returned to the bench where her clothes were. Reluctantly, she unfurled her jeans and slipped on her pullup once more. Its cheerful, cute design was almost annoying at this point. So babyish. Nevertheless, she slipped it on and pulled her pants up before securing her belt. She put her blouse on. It was going to be a long day, Shayla knew, but it would be over sooner or later.
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  46. Hi guys, I'm 20, female, and also have overactive bladder so ever since that developed, I have accidents pretty often. I would say on average I have an accident or two a week, almost always just small leaks, at home and almost always late at night. I don't know for sure but my guess is that holding standing up throughout the day just gets my muscles tired out by evening. It's not really a big deal to me since I rarely have accidents in public, and if I know I'm gonna be out at night or drinking I'll usually wear an incontinence pad. I have been prescribed medications for it, but the side effects were not worth it to me, I would rather feel well and have a few little leaks. During high stress periods, the most frequent I've had accidents was every day for a period of a few days, but I've also gone a few weeks without having one. Kegels have helped and its not getting worse, so I just embrace it.
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  47. This is from two summers ago, its my first time doing it in my bike pants.. just found it on my computer I have got inspiration now, so i think im gonna do this every ride 😛 but i must find out a way to keep my shoes dry 🤔 Mtbwetting.mp4
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  48. That should be illegal. That's awful. I really hate portable toilets, but at the very, very least, they should provide those. I personally don't think I'd take a job without restroom access.
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