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  1. Hiiii I’m Nirvana:) I love pissing my pants and exchanging pics and stories stuff. I browse these threads for hours. I’m into pants/clothes wetting and genuine desperation wettings or accidents caught in real time.
    8 points
  2. Could anyone rip this? I don't have a twitter account so I can't see it... Ok, disregard that request. I managed to rip it myself. Ripandbustys - For the best fans 😘 💦💦💦💦 [1559759642284232704].mp4
    8 points
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    I went in a hike that has no bathrooms on purpose… it all started when I went on a run with a full bladder.. I leaked a little accidentally and then got turned on and wanted to set myself up for an accident. so I drank a bottle of water finished a mile trying hard to hold it, then I drive to my hike place (10 minute drive) When I got there I drank more (a coconut water) then got down desperate already, passed a few groups but my shorts were black so I wasn’t worried ab them seeing my leak stain. I hurried past and went ab my hike then I started running and almost slipped, I accidentally let out a huge spurt of pee. That’s when I started recording. I peed a little here and there when I was running genuinely on accident and my shorts got pretty wet. It eventually started hurting to hold my pee in so I sat on a rock, and for the first time I full blown peed my pants in public. I let go of my crotch and my pussy felt warm as I started peeing immediately I couldn’t and didn’t wanna stop. So I emptied my bladder, then hurried back to my car soaked pee even was in my shoe and trickling down my leg. My shorts weren’t obvious at all so I wasn’t embarrassed when I passed people but I did hurry. I came 3 times in my wet shorts just from peeing myself, and having my pussy rub against my wet undies and shorts. have u ever peed yourself on purpose or we urself up? What ab on a hike?
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    I drank water and iced coffee but never peed, came home and decided to hold the bathroom from myself. I peed a little in my pants at first then completely let it out I’m still in my wet pants now. Most of the piss went down my right pant leg but it splashed my feet and made me super horny. Any girls wanna chat?
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    6 points
  5. First public wetting on a hike View File I went in a hike that has no bathrooms on purpose… it all started when I went on a run with a full bladder.. I leaked a little accidentally and then got turned on and wanted to set myself up for an accident. so I drank a bottle of water finished a mile trying hard to hold it, then I drive to my hike place (10 minute drive) When I got there I drank more (a coconut water) then got down desperate already, passed a few groups but my shorts were black so I wasn’t worried ab them seeing my leak stain. I hurried past and went ab my hike then I started running and almost slipped, I accidentally let out a huge spurt of pee. That’s when I started recording. I peed a little here and there when I was running genuinely on accident and my shorts got pretty wet. It eventually started hurting to hold my pee in so I sat on a rock, and for the first time I full blown peed my pants in public. I let go of my crotch and my pussy felt warm as I started peeing immediately I couldn’t and didn’t wanna stop. So I emptied my bladder, then hurried back to my car soaked pee even was in my shoe and trickling down my leg. My shorts weren’t obvious at all so I wasn’t embarrassed when I passed people but I did hurry. I came 3 times in my wet shorts just from peeing myself, and having my pussy rub against my wet undies and shorts. have u ever peed yourself on purpose or we urself up? What ab on a hike? Submitter Wetgirl227 Submitted 08/22/2022 Category Female  
    5 points
  6. Mandy felt herself squirt into her panties- she, a repeat 18-year-old, was peeing her jeans. She stood up from the cafeteria bench in a panic, iron-gripping her womanhood. It was pointless to hold on any longer, despite the consequences. “I’m wetting myself!” She gasped, “I have to pee NOW!” She desperately hobbled out of the cafeteria, awkwardly placing one foot of the other as fast as she could without completely flooding her skin-tight jeans. “What about…” She heard Jas question behind her. “It doesn’t matter! I can’t hold it!” She yelled back as the bathroom door came into view on her right. She had to momentarily free a hand to open it, which caused another squirt into her pants- her engorged bladder was pushing hard against the unforgiving waistband of her jeans as she struggled to get to relief. As Mandy released the other hand to try to undo the strained jeans button, she felt more hot pee escape from her body. The warm wetness was running down her legs. She somehow got the button undone as she approached the first of four toilets, but the fly was another matter- it was stuck. Mandy yanked hard at the zipper, then tried to pull her jeans down over her shapely butt to no avail. Unfortunately, that added pressure on her bladder was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Her dam burst completely and her jeans were engulfed in a rapidly spreading wetness. She stopped trying to pull her pants off and relaxed her arms in a mix of relief and frustration, simply accepting that her strained bladder was emptying itself into her pants. A giant puddle formed on the floor around her as she closed her eyes in blissful relief. Sighing, she got lost in the humiliating but somehow precious moment. Her pussy pulsed as the awesome burden of holding on was finally lifted. As Mandy finished peeing, she felt a surprising sense of sexual excitement. She finally opened her eyes and observed the huge wet mess she had made, in her jeans and all over the bathroom floor. Here she was, in her high school, 18 again… and she had completely drenched her pants. Like a little girl, she had a toilet accident at school- it was somehow naughty, exhilarating. At least, she should take advantage of this opportunity to explore her youthful body just one more time. Heart beating, she reached down to rub herself through the drenched denim material. Her rubbing sent electric shocks through her beautiful teen body. “Hey Mandy, are you alright?” Jas’s voice suddenly interrupted her nirvana and she turned to face him in shock, her right hand still caressing her vulva through wet, unzipped jeans. “Oh, Uh, um... I…” Mandy’s faced burned red, as she stammered incoherently, unable to explain her soaked jeans nor the hand pleasuring herself. Jas entered the cubicle and pressed his mouth against hers. Naturally, Mandy kissed him back, escalating her youthful horniness further. As he pressed up against her wet body, Mandy could feel his hard dick poking a tent in his jeans- he had been turned on by her accident. As they broke off the kiss, Jas stepped back to admire the scene. He reached into her most intimate area and stroked purposefully- his touch was more forceful than her own. Mandy moaned as he continued rubbing her through the piss-soaked material. “Harder!” she demanded as she planted her hands on both sides of the small cubicle and rocked back and forth. In two minutes, she climaxed, her screams of pleasure echoing through the empty halls of the large school- she felt herself release more pee into her soiled pants. Mandy collapsed into the man pleasuring her, with her wet hands dampening his t-shirt. Breathing heavily, her breasts rose and fell rhythmically against his body. She was in heaven. Mandy smiled as she finally recovered from the intense orgasm and looked up at Jas. “My zipper’s stuck.” She giggled, amused at what she was finally able to say. Jas pulled her back to take another good look at her accident. “Oh, that’s not good. Let me help you with that…” He reached down to her crotch again and gave the fly a forceful yank to lower it. Then he grabbed the sides of her jeans and lowered them to reveal white panties with a naughty red “kiss me” written on the front. Predictably, there was a translucent wet semi-circle on the cotton underwear and Mandy’s camel-toe was visible as a result of the wet fabric clinging to her body. As Jas's fingers teased her lightly through thin wet panties, Mandy grew excited again and ripped off her remaining clothes. “Fuck me, Jas… NOW!” She gasped as she helped him strip off his own garments. He lifted her up against the wall of the cubicle and penetrated her with his rock-hard member. This time, Mandy’s womanly noises were accompanied with loud clangs of the cubicle. They came together and collapsed to the soiled floor, disregarding the cool wetness on their skin. They remained in the wet, warm embrace for a while, neither of them knew for how long. They only became aware of their surroundings when their headsets were removed and they exited the simulation. Mandy sat up in the chair in disbelief- her jeans were totally dry. Also, her bladder was not full- she had definitely peed recently. She looked over at Jas in awe. “Why am I…” she gestured to her jeans. Jas laughed, along with Nicole and Sam. “Yeah, the chair has a toilet device which they hook up while we are in simulation. You can actually relieve yourself without worries.” “You ASS! Why did you convince me to hold it like that? I totally pissed myself!” Mandy leapt off her chair and strode to the other one to punch him on the shoulder. Jas grinned. “I’ve wanted to see you piss your pants for years! It didn’t even really happen! Besides, wasn’t it all fun?” Mandy broke into laughter herself. It had definitely been fun. Maybe, she and Jas were destined for a few more wet adventures.
    5 points
  7. 20,838 downloads

    More recent finds from Tumblr. Enjoy, Rach
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  8. My wife “J” and I went to the beach yesterday. The forecast said it would be cloudy and shower a bit off and on, but we have a nice big sun shelter, so we figured we could ride out the patches of rain. Besides, it was the only day we could go that wasn’t a weekend, and we wanted to avoid NYC’s summer beach crowds. We took a ferry from lower Manhattan, and then a shuttle to the beach—almost a two hour trip in total. From the drop off point we walked a way down the beach, and set up shop. It turned out to be a lovely day, with a smattering of wispy cirrus clouds in an otherwise clear blue sky. We drank seltzer from the cooler we brought, snacked, read, napped, made out a little bit. But you’re not here for any of this. You’re here for what happened at the end of the day. Neither of us is inclined to swim at a New York beach. I probably don’t really need to explain why, but on top of the usual reasons, there have been increased shark sightings this year. This meant that we were reliant on the public restrooms, back near the bus stop, instead of doing what might normally happen at the beach. I took a trip over midway through the day, so by the time we were hurriedly packing up to catch the infrequent ferry, my bladder wasn’t terribly full. J, however, had been holding all day. J is a nurse, and that develops certain traits in a person. Her bladder, for one thing, seems almost impossibly capacious. Not only is it huge, but she has the ability to simply ignore it as it fills. She’ll sometimes pee before bed and realize that it’s the first time she’s emptied her bladder since the morning, and she had simply forgotten. Yesterday, though, she had been guzzling La Croix all day, and her enormous bladder was complaining. She said several times, as we packed up, that she desperately needed to go before we got on the bus back to the ferry. The walk was pretty long back to the entrance to the park, and on the way we looked up the bus schedule. It turned out we would only have a few minutes once we got to the entrance. Not long enough for a restroom visit. J glanced around at the bus stop. It was a pretty desolate place. The ornate brick work of the park building looked out at a wide sidewalk and a vast, empty parking lot. The bus station was a simple sign at the curb, with a mesh trash can at its base. Twenty feet away was a strip of grass. J started to walk towards it. “I’ll just go through my suit on the grass,” she said. I took a beat to process this, my cock stirring in my bathing suit. “Are you sure?” ”It’ll be fine as long as I take off my shoes,” she said without looking back. But before she reached the grass she wheeled back around. There was a couple wandering through the colonnade at the front of the building, taking pictures. J cursed quietly. She eyed the trash can. “Maybe this is enough cover?” I doubted it, but it seemed like her desperation was overwhelming her judgment. J reached into her backpack and pulled out her jean shorts, ready to put them on when she was done. The wandering couple were walking away from us, the bus was maybe one minute away; this was her shot. She held the shorts at her side and let go. The flood was instantaneous. The torrent of piss exploding out of her looked like a faucet, making a three foot puddle on the ground in seconds. Then, several things happened at the same time. A hard gust of wind blew her shorts right into the thick stream. This diverted her pee, so even when she pulled her now-soaked clothes out of the way, the liquid was rushing down her leg instead. Meanwhile, the couple suddenly turned and started meandering toward us. I was laughing, J was laughing, and she continued to wet herself uncontrollably in full view of the couple as the bus came down the street. She managed to pull her wet shorts over her wet bathing suit before the bus reached us, and she boarded it nonchalantly. I followed her and tried not to make eye contact with the couple, who fortunately stayed behind. We went all the way to the back of the bus and heaved our bags onto the seats beside us. We were still laughing, sweaty, a bit sunburned, covered in sand, and my wife’s pussy was very, very wet. Ahh shoot, I just posted this in General, my apologies. How do I request to move it?
    4 points
  9. Your decision has been made: you are going tell Siren to Betray. Only time will tell if this was the right choice. “…betray. It’s just as Nemean says, this way we can safeguard against the worst-case scenario while still allowing the best-case scenario to happen if you’re not matched against Mime.” “I-I see… I-it’s true that it would probably be impossible for me to hold it for two rounds after this one. But if I’m matched against Mime and he also votes betray…” “Even if that does happen, there is still a chance both of you are able to hold on, since it would just be one more round after that. And besides, it’s only a one in three chance you do get matched up against him.” “I guess… that makes sense…!” Siren appear to be double-teamed by your arguments as well as her own desperation. After the conversation, the three of you split up head into your own voting rooms. This time, at least your own choice is easy. Voting betray would be too much of a disaster if you happened to be matched up against Simon. And even if you did get betrayed yourself, you’d still be at 3 DP. Enough to be able to use the toilet next round, assuming you matched up against someone who would be willing to let themselves be betrayed. Well, assuming the next round isn’t against unknown opponents like this one. And it was also possible Nemean, Orca or even Rocker would need to go badly enough that they wouldn’t let themselves be betrayed by you at that point. And you’ve kept telling yourself you can hold it one more round for sure for a while now. You really do need to pee at this point, and sooner or later you’re going to hit your limit. Your bladder feels really hard, and it’s definitely pushing out against your stomach now. … Before any more doubts can cloud your judgement, you press the “Ally” button. You didn’t make it this far just to mess things up at the last minute. Everyone heads out of the voting room in silence, awaiting the results. There is a palpable sense of dread as they’re revealed. Results of DP Game Nemean Rocker Chatty Orca Mime Siren Current DP 2 0 4 1 2 3 Vote Ally Ally Ally Ally Betray Betray DP Change +1 +1 +1 +1 +0 +0 DP Result 3 1 5 2 2 3 The nightmare matchup had occurred. Simon versus Siren, the one outcome you desperately didn’t want. You’re glad everyone else allied, but… “So it did happen after all…” For a moment, Nemean appears lost in thought while examining the screen. “This… wasn’t supposed to happen…!” “I-I… I can’t…!” Simon and Siren both seem to be at the end of their ability to hold it in. You remember Siren’s biometric data. She was already past her limit back then, at that was about half an hour ago. Simon is likely in a similar state. Disaster is imminent. You need to do something, but what? You draw a blank, and it’s clear both of them are ready to give up any moment now. “Don’t give up, Siren! Please, I know you can push yourself a little further!” Looking at Siren, it really does not look like she can push herself any further. She looks more like she’s about to cry. “Wait!” Nemean seems to suddenly realize something important. At the sudden exclamation, Siren squeaks, then digs her hands between her legs, hard. “Hey! No shocks or surprises. I’ll seriously kick your ass.” Nemean appears to bite his tongue, and continues speaking. “This is important. Next round will almost certainly have matchups are going to enable both Siren and Mime to get enough DP.” “How can you…?” Before you can finish the sentence, Rocker kicks you in the leg. A little too hard, you think. You can’t really handle shocks that well either right now! “R-really…? Then…” Siren seems caught between wanting to hope and her immense need to pee. “I figured it out by analyzing the matchups we’ve had so far. There is a pattern to them It’s not a complete guarantee, but it’s really likely both of you will be able to use the toilet if you just last until then.” “So there was that kind of pattern… You should have told us about it earlier, you dick!” You study Nemean as he speaks. What he said just now was probably a lie. Even if there was a pattern to the matchups, there is just no way Nemean could be anywhere near certain what it was after so few games. However, he did really seem to have had some kind of revelation there. Did he realize something else about the game? Regardless of whether he’s telling the truth or not, you hope Siren and Simon believe him. “I-I see. Thanks, Nemean. I should be a-able to hold it until then.” Looking at Simon, you sort of doubt it. He can barely stand straight at this point. However, as long as he doesn’t give up, there is always a chance. “I’ll d-definitely hold it! I won’t…!” Whatever Siren was about to say, it’s interrupted by her own pained moan. You’re not sure whether or not they believed Nemean, but… The despair that was previously in the air seems to have dissipated somewhat at least. The opportunity to use the toilet after the DP game will pass in three minutes. If you intend to use the toilet this round, please make sure to do it now. God, it was so tempting. However, you just couldn’t. If you used the toilet now, and raised the DP cost by one… There is just no way you can do that. After all, you would be locking Simon out of using the toilet next round if you did. Simon seems to realize what you’re thinking. “If you can’t… If you can’t hold it, you should use the toilet now. I-it would be better if…!” “I have a big bladder, and I barely even feel it.” You’re not sure if you’re lying to Simon, or yourself. “And besides, you’re making it to the next round anyway, right?” The third round of the DP game has now concluded. Two doors have opened in the main area. Enter these rooms in groups of three. Participants may group up as they wish, but exactly three people must enter each room. Failure to comply will result in a DP penalty. The six of you make your way over to the opened doors, though neither Siren nor Simon are capable of walking too fast. You probably wouldn’t want to run either at this point. As the voice had said, two doors had opened this time. “I’ll definitely go with Siren! I’m going to make sure to support her to the end!” You suspect Rocker also wants to be there for Siren if she wets herself, though if that is her intention, she leaves that part unsaid. “I’ll go with Simon. It… might sound silly to some of you but in a situation like this I think it’s better he’s not completely surrounded by women.” “T-thanks..” Simon winces, and sucks in air through his teeth. “I appreciate y-your concern.” Nemean looks away. Does he look… bashful? “I guess I can go with either, though… If I see someone wet themselves, I wouldn’t want to be there. It’s getting kinda bad for me too, you know?” It seems the ball is in your park. You’ll have to decide which group to go with. You have no idea what will happen in there, but… Maybe you help whoever you come along with not pee themselves, somehow? DECISION: WHICH GROUP DO YOU GO WITH? SIREN AND ROCKER NEMEAN AND MIME
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  10. DLF55-07

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    DLF55-07 - True public wetting the pantie! 2 Downtown edition Enjoy
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    A long queue takes its toll on more than just our resident puddle pup Shizuku! Who is this mystery girl, and what is her relationship with our beloved mascot? Find out in our first mini-comic series exploring Shizuku's origin story!
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  12. I saw this in the store the other day and had to go back and take a picture. Maybe its just me but it totally looks like she's sleeping in a very saggy diaper. I felt like I needed to share
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    Clips of the two wettings that occurred during the August 20th broadcast of 小龙女(打不服)on Douyin.
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  14. Feel free to delete if it’s not ok to post but they posted the whole video on their Twitter. need an account to see it unless someone can rip it. https://twitter.com/ripandbustys/status/1559759642284232704?s=20&t=VnOVzJF3HPpi-2DusTICag
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  15. View File I had iced coffee running errands came home and didn’t make it I drank water and iced coffee but never peed, came home and decided to hold the bathroom from myself. I peed a little in my pants at first then completely let it out I’m still in my wet pants now. Most of the piss went down my right pant leg but it splashed my feet and made me super horny. Any girls wanna chat? Submitter Wetgirl227 Submitted 08/23/2022 Category Female  
    3 points
  16. I always like staying in the wet clothes, it feels pretty nice ^-^ I only change when theres gonna be people around me
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  17. An Omo poem about a busy house with only one loo and a mum who needs to go… I woke up nice and early As desperate as can be Rushed straight into the bathroom For a long and lovely pee. Then I went into the kitchen Where it was just the cat and me To catch up on the daily news with a nice big mug of tea. But soon the others woke up And they all queued for the shower We’re a very busy family They’d be no loo for an hour! You see we only have one bathroom No en-suite or small loo So I crossed my legs while cooking eggs And made another brew! The first came in a towel He looked and smelt so clean But all that I was wanting Was to go where he’d just been! He sat and ate some breakfast As he talked about his school While I gently rubbed my tummy My bladder felt so full! Next I saw my husband All smart in suit and tie He kissed my cheek and hugged me Winking as he said goodbye I tried to sneak upstairs again For a really needed wee But the door was locked, the shower on And I squirmed for all to see! “Stop that mum! That isn’t cool” Came a gruff voice from a bed “I’m next in line, Is that the time?” “I’ll be quick!” was all I said He looked at me and swung his legs Then barked, “I’m sorry mum!” One hand gripped his pj front And the other clutched his bum! I hid my eyes and looked away It was not a sight to see! I ran into my bedroom Still bursting for a pee! Behind the door I squirmed and danced As urges came so strong This wasn’t great, I’d need to wait Though I wasn’t sure how long! Minutes past I heard a call “Mum, where’s my favourite top?” But my hand was pushed between my legs I was scared to move or stop! “I think it’s on your bedroom floor!” I gasped back in despair. “But now it’s creased and dirty And I don’t know what to wear!” I leaned against the bedroom wall And tensed my thighs so tight I handed her another top That I hoped would be alright Then I raced across the landing And knocked the bathroom door “Is anybody in there? I can not wait much more!” “Sorry mum, I’m in the bath I’ll shout you when it’s free” In dire need I grabbed myself I REALLY had to pee! Frightened I might wet myself I wondered where to go So I went down to the kitchen And paced back to and fro I was only in my nightdress And my flowery granny pants When I spotted something shiny: A dish that was my aunt’s! The precious family heirloom Kept out for all to see But now it seemed the perfect thing To use for me to pee! I danced and squirmed a little more But when the pressure peaked My bladder couldn’t take the strain My poor urethra leaked! I’d been holding on for ages Bursting for so long I slid my hand inside my pants But I knew I hadn’t long! I grabbed the dish with just one hand And placed it on the floor Then I tried to pull my knickers down while leaking more and more! I squatted over best I could Warm urine leaking out Terrified that I’d be caught Just then I heard a shout “Mum that’s me done, the toilet’s free Did you say you had to go? I heard him coming down the stairs I had to stop the flow! I’d only dribbled in the dish But my knickers were all wet I tried to stop, just one last drop, And then I heard his step! I stood up straight and grabbed the dish I had no time to think With urine dripping down my legs I placed it in the sink I smiled at my grown up son Then raced up to the loo Still absolutely desperate There was nothing I could do With knickers on I peed so fast Relieved I even swore And then my daughter walked right in Cos I hadn’t shut the door! “Oh sorry mum! Oh what a shock The floor’s wet, did you know?” “Yes that was me, I’m sorry love I really had to go!” “That’s ok. It can’t be helped. It happens to me too! I think you need to drink less tea… And we need another loo!” for anyone unable to read it: I woke up nice and early As desperate as can be Rushed straight into the bathroom For a long and lovely pee. Then I went into the kitchen Where it was just the cat and me To catch up on the daily news with a nice big mug of tea. But soon the others woke up And they all queued for the shower We’re a very busy family They’d be no loo for an hour! You see we only have one bathroom No en-suite or small loo So I crossed my legs while cooking eggs And made another brew! The first came in a towel He looked and smelt so clean But all that I was wanting Was to go where he’d just been! He sat and ate some breakfast As he talked about his school While I gently rubbed my tummy My bladder felt so full! Next I saw my husband All smart in suit and tie He kissed my cheek and hugged me Winking as he said goodbye I tried to sneak upstairs again For a really needed wee But the door was locked, the shower on And I squirmed for all to see! “Stop that mum! That isn’t cool” Came a gruff voice from a bed “I’m next in line, Is that the time?” “I’ll be quick!” was all I said He looked at me and swung his legs Then barked, “I’m sorry mum!” One hand gripped his pj front And the other clutched his bum! I hid my eyes and looked away It was not a sight to see! I ran into my bedroom Still bursting for a pee! Behind the door I squirmed and danced As urges came so strong This wasn’t great, I’d need to wait Though I wasn’t sure how long! Minutes past I heard a call “Mum, where’s my favourite top?” But my hand was pushed between my legs I was scared to move or stop! “I think it’s on your bedroom floor!” I gasped back in despair. “But now it’s creased and dirty And I don’t know what to wear!” I leaned against the bedroom wall And tensed my thighs so tight I handed her another top That I hoped would be alright Then I raced across the landing And knocked the bathroom door “Is anybody in there? I can not wait much more!” “Sorry mum, I’m in the bath I’ll shout you when it’s free” In dire need I grabbed myself I REALLY had to pee! Frightened I might wet myself I wondered where to go So I went down to the kitchen And paced back to and fro I was only in my nightdress And my flowery granny pants When I spotted something shiny: A dish that was my aunt’s! The precious family heirloom Kept out for all to see But now it seemed the perfect thing To use for me to pee! I danced and squirmed a little more But when the pressure peaked My bladder couldn’t take the strain My poor urethra leaked! I’d been holding on for ages Bursting for so long I slid my hand inside my pants But I knew I hadn’t long! I grabbed the dish with just one hand And placed it on the floor Then I tried to pull my knickers down while leaking more and more! I squatted over best I could Warm urine leaking out Terrified that I’d be caught Just then I heard a shout “Mum that’s me done, the toilet’s free Did you say you had to go? I heard him coming down the stairs I had to stop the flow! I’d only dribbled in the dish But my knickers were all wet I tried to stop, just one last drop, And then I heard his step! I stood up straight and grabbed the dish I had no time to think With urine dripping down my legs I placed it in the sink I smiled at my grown up son Then raced up to the loo Still absolutely desperate There was nothing I could do With knickers on I peed so fast Relieved I even swore And then my daughter walked right in Cos I hadn’t shut the door! “Oh sorry mum! Oh what a shock The floor’s wet, did you know?” “Yes that was me, I’m sorry love I really had to go!” “That’s ok. It can’t be helped. It happens to me too! I think you need to drink less tea… And we need another loo!”
    3 points
  18. Heya, so long time lurker, first time poster here. Do have to note that, I’m not exactly good at writing stories, but I’ll try my best to so to the best of my extend either way. a heads-up, I’m a fairly chaotic person, and I’m writing a lot of this in “real time”, which doesn’t exactly help me at making more organized, pictures will be posted throughput the story So this morning I once again woke up in a wet diaper (not a surprise there as I tend to get drunk quite often on the weekends, which can lead to some “unfortunate” events (would’ve definitely been unfortunate if I had forgotten to put on some protection, as I absolutely hate cleaning wet sheets). And decided that as I created this new account yesterday, why not take some pics so I can also contribute a bit to the community (if you can call what I’m doing that, that is). Anyhow, after procrastinating and feeling my bladder get quite full again, I decided to get out of bed, grab my iPad and take some pics. Yeah yeah I know iPad has a shitty camera yada yada yada, but I can’t afford to accidentally have classmates see these kinda pics if I were to open my picture app on my phone as I’d literally die of embarrassment, even though I do have “regular” nudes on there, but do still feel like that is a bit different. Okay I think I’m getting a bit side tracked again (a habit of mine that I can essentially call part of my personality at this point), sooooo… after taking the pics I opened up the website and decided “hmmm…. Maybe I should use one of these pics as a profile pic”, so i did. Once i started writing this story, I started to notice my bladder was really full again (I have a relatively tiny bladder, and drink loads of water all day long), so I figured “I’m already wet anyway” so I just let go completely, and the feeling of relief was only describable as orgasmic (speaking of which, that’s something I’ll get to again in a little bit). Despite my tiny bladder I was getting really afraid my diaper would start to leak, but for now it has held up perfectly fine, but I’m currently sitting on my knees on the floor, and the diaper feels very saggy, so who knows what will happen when I sit down… Well that didn’t take long to find out, after just sitting down on the side of my bed, it indeed has been confirmed that my diaper has decided to leak The fact that it leaked has only contributed to my arousal, so I’m wrap up the story, and have some fun with my toys 😇 I’d also like to thank you for reading and hope you managed to keep up with my chaos❤️ One last pic of the inside of my diaper
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  19. Mandy wriggled on the wooden bench as she listened to Jas tell her about his students’ antics. Her need for the toilet was growing rapidly- she had started the morning off like any other, with a tall glass of water and a mug of coffee. She hadn’t peed since her morning pee just after 7:00 that morning. The two large glasses of wine on an empty stomach were hitting hard. She suspected that her return to high school had lasted for maybe an hour so far. “Hey listen, I need to visit the ladies room. I’ll be right back.” She interjected Jas’s latest student story at an opportune moment. The washroom was just a thirty-second walk away, around the corner. As she stood up, her urge intensified- she had to GO. “Wait!” He said as she turned to leave. “We’re in the middle of a simulation.” “So what?” Mandy danced lightly on the spot, scissoring her legs together. She fought the urge to grab herself in front of Jas and instead interlocked her hands and twiddled her thumbs in front of her crotch. Her desperation was obvious now that she had arisen from her seat. Jas looked at her in disbelief. “What happens if you pee into a toilet while you’re in the middle of a dream?” Then Mandy realized what he meant. She would relieve herself in the washroom here… while wetting her pants on the chair in the lab. “UGH!” She slammed her clenched fists on her thighs in frustration. “I need to pee so bad! How do I get out of here?” Jas frowned thoughtfully. “I dunno, maybe just hold on for a bit. They’re observing us obviously, so they’ll probably see you need to go and turn off the machine soon…” It made sense. She desperately danced on the spot before plopping herself back down on the bench. Sitting helped, but she still wanted to squeeze her pussy through her jeans. They better stop this soon or she would have no choice but to pee- her bladder was filling up way too fast. “I’m sorry to act like this- it’s just that I really really need to go. It was an hour drive here and then they made me drink…” “Yeah, me too.” “Don’t you need to go?” “Not that bad- I went before leaving home…” “ARGHHH! I wish I had. This sucks!” Mandy rubbed her palms aggressively on her thighs, scratching the denim material with her long fingernails. She exhaled deeply, feeling the unrelenting pressure building up further in her abdomen. How long could she hold on before peeing became an absolute necessity? Maybe ten minutes, perhaps twenty? Jas looked at her glistening brown eyes empathically. “If it makes you feel any better, I had some accidents in school all those years ago.” “Here? In Aldy?” she questioned in disbelief. “No, in elementary school. I had accidents all the way to grade 4.” “Oh… that’s pretty old to be peeing your pants.” “Yeah, I was too shy to ask to leave. Sometimes, I peed myself right in front of the toilet- just couldn’t get my pecker out fast enough…” Mandy shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, I definitely had a few moments like that when I was expecting. Luckily, people give you a pass when you have a giant belly.” “Pregnancy is rough for sure. I hear that the bladder control can also be an issue post-birth?” Mandy squeezed her legs together and placed a hand on her lap, trying to squeeze herself discreetly. This conversation wasn’t helping matters. “Yeah, I leaked often when I sneezed or laughed. In fact, I once had a full-on accident in my car while driving home from Kennedy’s doctor- fucking traffic got me that time.” She inhaled sharply, wishing she hadn’t admitted such a private matter. No one had found out. She had quickly thrown her soaked sweat pants into the laundry machine and cleaned the car seat in the garage, hiding the evidence before her ex-husband had gotten home from work. Jas paused, seemingly unable to react. A massive erection was pressing up against the stiff cloth of his jeans. Hearing his attractive first crush talk about wetting herself in her car while wriggling in obvious desperation- it was overwhelming for an 18-year old guy full of raging hormones. He tried to subtly adjust himself, but she noticed the movement. “Oh, you do need to go.” “Yeah, sorry.” He lied, preferring to feign a need for the bathroom over admitting he was really enjoying her suffering. “It’s okay. Listen, why don’t we just hold ourselves? It’s only us here…” “OK sure.” Mandy sighed audibly as she grasped her crotch- it was a most welcome help in the battle against her own bladder. Despite openly clutching herself, she was now in real danger of spurting in her jeans. How much longer could this experiment possibly go for? Jas used his hand to hide his erect manhood. It was nearly impossible to fight the urge to rub his hard cock as he watched Mandy struggle to maintain control of her bladder. She really was a beautiful girl- perky breasts, a slim figure, and a nice butt to bring everything together. Her wavy black hair flowed down to her mid-back and she had great fashion sense to boot. What a treat it was seeing her like this! “Ohhhhh.” Mandy moaned. “Do you think they’re stopping this soon? It’s been so long now…” She asked rhetorically, knowing Jas had no answer for her. Maybe it might be better to just go to the toilet. Sure, she would wet her pants in real life, but she would no longer be in pain. What was the difference anyway? If she wasn’t released from this hell soon, she would pee herself inadvertently. Time was ticking by and her bladder was slowly but surely reaching its limit.
    3 points
  20. There's a thread elsewhere called "ran into these on telegram" that's run on for a month on this topic, but I thought it would be cleaner to start a new one going forward; you can head there to read some background and see similar videos. To summarize: on Douyin.com (Chinese version of TikTok, which also acts like China's answer to Twitch) some of the girls play punishment games with their audiences, and a few involve pee holding. The undisputed queen of this is a streamer called 龙宝(打不服)- Dragon Treasure (Reluctant to Fight). She has a second channel called 小龙女(打不服)- Little Dragon Girl (Unconvinced). [Note: I speak zero Mandarin, so this is pure Google/Bing translation]. She's got at least a dozen videos out there (all on the other thread) peeing her pants on stream, or sometimes peeing from under her dress, all over her floor. This morning I managed to catch pretty much an entire three-hour broadcast; it would have been on from around 10:30p - 1:30a China Standard Time on August 21/22nd. Her game today involved drinking about five cups of water over that time, and doing challenges involving some kind of vibrating board. About forty minutes into the broadcast, she peed herself for the first time, while lying down with her back on the board. Afterwards, she got up, sat down on her stool with her soggy ass, and chatted with her audience a bit, at one point asking them what they wanted her to wear for the rest of the stream (light pants, dark pants, or a skirt). She ran off and changed, then spent two more hours drinking water and doing holding games, pressing on her bladder and sitting/laying/standing on that board in various poses, all the while clearly leaking (as well as being wet from sitting on her wet stool and kneeling in her pee puddle on the floor from earlier--she literally cleaned up nothing during this broadcast): These were all timed challenges, with her audience telling her what to do, trying to make it harder for her to hold it. Finally she sat down one last time and completely lost it. The broadcast then immediately ended, right as she was standing up. She didn't even say goodbye. Which was weird, but, I've had that problem a few times now with Douyin--at least it cut out AFTER I got the goods. The files themselves are on the file share board. https://www.omorashi.org/files/file/11278-little-dragon-girl-小龙女(打不服)-2022-08-20-broadcast-via-douyin/ As for the future of this thread: anyone can browse to Douyin.com and search her two screen names to get links to her pages. Not every broadcast involves this, but, when it does, it apparently dominates the entire show, so you can enjoy a three-hour holding session and at least one, but I'm guessing normally two wettings (I'd wondered why her pants always already appeared stained in those other videos, and sometimes why her floor looked wet already; now I know why). I definitely recommend tuning in if you have the time, if you can catch her live--it's a lot of fun going along for the ride. And if you have the means, record them and share (maybe do a better job than me stuck with crappy Quicktime screen recording with lousy sound). There are other streamers that do this as well but most of them don't appear to wet; they usually just pee on the floor from under their dresses or skirts while standing--which is also hot, but I have yet to catch one of them in the act to share. You can see my rants in the other thread if you want to discover how frustrating this can be trying to catch this live. But Little Dragon Treasure Girl apparently really knows how to deliver, when she's decided this is what she's doing. What a mind-blowing experience. Keep in mind this is not a porn site she's on. In theory, this isn't meant to be sexual. I'd love to know just where she got this idea and how it is she's so cool with it. Some countries get all the luck.
    2 points
  21. 377 downloads

    After a really long rapid desperation sesh I finally make it to the tub. I can't even begin to explain how badly I had to go, I was constantly losing control and little bits would spurt out while setting up the camera. I tried to wait as long as I could before starting the recording so it's just the last part of the desperation where I basically can't hold it in anymore as hard as I try.
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  22. Hi, I've always enjoyed imagining stories where a girl wanted or was forced to hold so much pee that her bladder start bulging visibly and her tummy become hard as a rock. I often rely on real situations which I see or images I find online. So I thought about posting some images along with the context I imagined. I hope you will enjoy it. What would you do if you were in front of this girl? Would you be satisfied by her extremely stretched little bladder or would you say to her that she is still weak?
    2 points
  23. Found this old Tam Tam South video with some really good desperation. Thought I'd post it. I checked the DNPL and didn't find this video elsewhere, but if it has been posted before feel free to take down. https://www.peeinghub.com/amateur-porn/5180-tam-tam-south-desperate-explosion.html
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  24. I posted a comment recently on another thread about the feeling of being able to drop your defences and walk past a loved one with a big wet spot on the front of your undies, revealing a mess you had made in your pants. In my case it wasn't pee - my wife is not in on that secret fetish - but rather the result of my wife making me cum all over my pants. But it got me thinking about the same scenario with pants or undies wet with pee. I was wondering: * Who has done the wet patch reveal walking past a loved one, whether they already knew what you had done or didn't know? * What did it feel like to expose so openly the wet stain you had made, when all our conditioning is not to wet our pants? * How did your loved one react? How did you react? Is it a turn-on for either party? Or both? * I know of one member here who has a game with their partner where one or the other will secretly wet their pants and see how long it takes the other to discover what they have done. How many others play games like this?
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  25. I usually stay in them and rewet them multiple times in a row, because i enjoy being wet around my crotch and bum and love refreshing the wetness and warmth. When I get my pants so wet that there is no dry spot left (with pee only but by doing some fun positioning), I have the courage to go out to public areas. If I feel comfortable, I continue my naughty activity 😈
    2 points
  26. How about a slightly different answer? I often like to change into dry clothes straight away . . . . so that I can wet them, too!
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  27. Vote is split down the middle again, so I'll wait for a tiebreaker or for either option to get a solid lead. Thanks, that's very encouraging! I've been interested in running an interactive for a while, but for a long time I was not really satisfied with any format I could come up with. I'm really happy with how this one is coming out, so I'm glad it's enjoyable and interesting to others as well.
    2 points
  28. I’m glad I guessed correctly! And I have to second @SummerRain, your art is continuously improving and I can’t wait to see what else you have in store for us 🙂
    2 points
  29. I answered "Get out of the wet clothes asap" because that's the answer for what I actually do (since I live with other people, I can't exactly just... stay in them.) If I had free choice to just do whatever I wanted I'd definitely have picked to rewet them several times, though.
    2 points
  30. I'm going to choose betray. By the way, I just found this, and I have to say this is one of the best ideas for an interactive I've seen on here in a long time.
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  31. Rachel, the provider of diapered fun videos
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  32. Part 2 It seemed that I wasn’t the only one in this predicament. Not even a minute after I’d joined the line, I saw a young woman hurrying down the hall towards the gate, her heels clicking urgently on the tiled white floor as she walked with great haste. Just like I had two minutes ago, she saw the bathroom doors and immediately rushed towards them, her face flustered and tense. But of course, she too was stopped in her tracks by the locked door. As she stepped back, I saw a pained grimace appear on her face and her knees bent slightly as she bobbed in place. Clearly, she was in a great need! My interest was piqued, and I continued watching her. Her head turned on her shoulders as she looked in every direction, her eyes scanning as she searched in vain for another bathroom. When she didn’t find any, her face clouded with even more worry. She glanced apprehensively at the line of people slowly boarding the plane, then looked hesitantly back up the hallway from where she’d come, clearly contemplating running out and trying to find another bathroom in time to board the plane. In the end, however, she came to the same conclusion that I had, and began quickly scurrying to the back of the line where I stood. I looked at her out of the corner of my eyes as she approached. She was young, maybe about 25, wearing a white blouse with very tight-fitting black pants which accentuated the soft curves of her legs and ass quite nicely, while on her feet she wore a pair of open-toed high heels. Her chest-length brown hair bounced in rhythm to the click-clacking of her heels as she strode over and took her place right behind me. Now that I could see her face clearly, it struck me that she looked quite familiar. After a moment’s thought, I realized she had been at the conference, and I’d seen her several hours ago during one of the morning activities. Sure enough, I noticed that she was still wearing her name tag on her chest, which read “Jennifer”. It seemed she had fallen into the exact same predicament as I had, being unable to find time for a toilet break all morning and now arriving at the airport about to burst. It was oddly comforting, knowing I wasn’t suffering alone anymore. In fact, I was actually getting rather excited; I’d always had this effect at the sight of someone desperate to pee, and this was quite a sight indeed. As she was standing behind me, it was hard to keep my eye on Jennifer without it being too suspicious. However, the nonstop clicking of her heels left nothing to the imagination. She was unable to stand still, walking in place, shuffling her feet, shifting from one foot to the other. More than once I saw her stepping to the side and gazing down at the line, clearly impatient to get on the plane as quickly as possible, where she could go dashing off to the nearest toilet. Mind you, I wasn’t faring much better myself. My swollen bladder was pressing up against my tight skirt, and its weight was pressing down heavily against my urethra, making the pressure almost unbearable. I mirrored the movements of the woman behind me, my legs constantly jiggling as we crept forward at a painstakingly slow pace. After what felt like ages, although it was really just ten minutes, we finally crossed through the gate and onto the plane. Relief was close now, it wouldn’t be much longer. I tried to remain composed, but just the thought of the bathrooms being so close was sending my bladder into overdrive, and I had to bite my lips to suppress a groan as I was engulfed by a wave of desperation. It wasn’t just me either. Behind me, Jen was breathing quickly, and I could actually feel her urgent sighs on the back of my neck. “Come on, dammit,” I heard her muttering under her breath with unmistakable frustration as we crept down the aisle at a snail’s pace. It certainly felt like a trek, but at last I finally came upon my seat. As it turned out, Jen and I were seated right next to each other; I had an aisle-side seat in the middle section, and hers was right across the aisle next to mine. However, seating arrangements were the last thing on my mind at that moment. Not even bothering to sit down, I threw my handbag onto the seat and set my eyes on the bathroom door further down the aisle, towards the back of the plane. I hurried towards it, Jen following right on my heels. Unfortunately, we weren’t the only ones who had been in need of relief. The bathroom was already occupied, and two women stood in line waiting. I had half-expected this to happen, but even so, with my bladder so incredibly full, it was not a sight I had wanted to see. Jen’s sigh of frustration from behind me made it clear what her feelings were as well. I came to a stop at the back of the line, right behind a young girl of about 20, who was clad in a simple white shirt and jeans, standing with her legs crossed. In front of her was an older lady of about 40, who stood right in front of the door, staring at the “Occupied” sign rather intently. Waiting in line for the bathroom was a form of torture in and of itself. Being so close to a toilet yet having to stand there and wait while my bladder throbbed and ached in my abdomen was torment. It really was a struggle not to reach down and grab myself between the legs, that’s how badly I had to go. Instead, I settled for the next best thing, jamming my thighs together and rubbing my knees against each other, although I was trying to be subtle. I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious in front of all the other passengers. Jen was doing much of the same: with her legs squished together, she was slowly rocking back and forth on her heels, bent forward a little at the waist and her arms crossed over her chest. Her breathing was heavy, clearly occupied in an internal fight to maintain control of herself. We were both very much in a deep struggle, but at least the wait wouldn’t be much longer. The bathroom door opened, and the occupant walked out, allowing the woman up front to hurry inside and lock the door. Just one more person, I thought to myself. Just a few more minutes, then I can finally pee. The annoying thing about a full bladder is that it makes even a few minutes seem like eons. The door opened again, and the first woman came out, standing aside as the young girl in front of me pushed past her and disappeared into the little room. Unable to stand still anymore, I jiggled my knees and swayed from side to side, my impatience growing as I silently urged the girl inside to hurry up and get out. Next to me, Jen had grown more restless too, rubbing the front of her thighs with her hands as she marched on the spot, staring at the door with pursed lips. Three minutes of restless waiting later, the door clicked, and suddenly it was open again. Oh, thank god. The girl had hardly taken a step outside before I rushed past her, bursting into the tiny room beyond. Never had I been so happy to set my eyes on a plane toilet. Turning around, I grasped the door and began to push it, but just before it closed, I caught a glimpse of Jen’s face. It was flushed and tense, and her wide worry-stricken eyes locked onto mine, pleading with me to hurry up. Shoving the door closed, I fumbled the lock into place, then staggered backwards to stand over the little white bowl. In one swift movement, I clawed my skirt up to my waist, dug my fingers into my pantyhose and underwear, then tore them down to my knees. I was peeing before I could even get seated, sending my initial stream of urine flying into my underwear before my thighs finally embraced the cold toilet seat. I threw back my head and exhaled deeply in total relief as I finally relaxed, peeing forcefully into the little toilet beneath me. Ohhhh… god… My shoulders slumped as the burden of my very full bladder was lifted at last, a morning’s worth of liquid jetting out from between my legs with incredible speed. After a considerable amount of time, I squeezed out the final few drops, heaving out one final breath of relief. I reached for the toilet paper, feeling a hundred times better than when I had walked in. My mind had been so taken over from the immense relief that for a moment I had completely forgotten about Jen. With a jolt of excitement, I remembered that she was standing just outside the door, probably jumping out of her skin in desperation. The poor soul must be trying so hard not to flood her pants and humiliate herself in front of so many people. I realized that I, alone in this bathroom, was single-handedly blocking her from the relief she so urgently needed. In here, I could delay her as long as I wanted! Malicious thoughts began to play in my head as I contemplated this power. I imagined sitting here for ages and ages, while Jen stood outside squirming and straining every muscle she had to hold it in, before finally losing control and unleashing a massive waterfall onto the aisle floor as onlookers gawked from every direction. But no, I couldn’t do that, of course not. As much as I would’ve loved to, that would just be cruel. Nevertheless, I took my time as I wiped myself and readjusted my clothes, then taking a good minute or so to cleanse my hands very thoroughly, scrubbing the soap quite generously. Surely, she could wait for just a couple more minutes? Once I had finally finished up rubbing my hands dry, I reached out and swung open the door, fully expecting to be swept aside by Jen as she rushed inside. Instead, I came face to face with… no one. Stepping out into the aisle, I looked up and down, perplexed, wondering where my desperate colleague had disappeared off to. Perhaps she went off to find another bathroom? My questions didn’t go unanswered for too long, because just then I was accosted by a flight attendant. “Excuse me, ma’am, please return to your seat immediately, we will be taking off soon.” Muttering in acknowledgement, I quickly turned and began hurrying back to my seat. Was this why Jen had disappeared? Because she had been forced to return to her seat, unrelieved, due to the plane’s imminent departure? It was a definite possibility, and I would find out for sure very shortly. Sure enough, as I approached my seat, there she was, occupying the seat next to mine. One look at her rapidly bouncing knees told me all I needed to know: she’d been unable to find a bathroom in time for the departure and was still clearly nursing a very full bladder underneath her garments. No matter how desperate she was now, she’d have no choice but to hold on until the takeoff was complete, and that could take at least another fifteen minutes or so.
    2 points
  33. Here you go Priya - Babestation(21 July 2019) at Rampant.tv Tube(2).mp4 priya_01.mp4 priya_01.mp4 Oops, same one twice there priya_02(2).mp4
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  34. 3,210 downloads

    I had to pee pretty bad when I woke up so I just… did. This is my first video
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  35. https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x7ywpn3 Starts around 4:30
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    For the price it is a great buy, indeed, even if the plot is typical it can be defined as an evergreen. From the graphic side, the drawings are lovely and qualitative, I look forward to the next chapter!
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  36. Coke from McDonalds is missing. It hits me quick and fast. After a meal with 500ml of Coke, I usually have to pee in next 30 minutes twice. It is one of those where urge is very strong.
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  37. If you have bed protection, a lazy day where you stay in bed all day, except to get snacks or poop, is super fun. Last time I did that, I wet my jeans so many times in bed that i was soaked from my waist to my ankles. Slept in my peed underwear, and I’m sure I wet while I was sleeping… not that you could tell 😊 Rolled over to the dry side of the bed at one point and wet there too 😎
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  38. I'd like to imagine a fantasy world where demons, monsters, and the like are trying to take over and it's up to heroes to take them down. However, they're all invincible and the only way to kill them is to use weapons blessed with holy water. And where do you get that water? The pee of nuns! Nuns would be tasked with drinking as much water as they can in the morning (a gallon being the minimum requirement) and holding it for as long as they can. Holiness would be based on the amount they drank at once and the amount of days they held it, so the more the better! And they can't just rest after drinking. They have to pray, go into town, do chores, etc, all while holding a gallon+ in them and desperate for relief. Also, a desperate nun is a sign that she's doing her part for the world, so if a nun was seen on the street doing a potty dance it would make the townsfolk happy and would incentivize her to hold longer. And should the nun be at her limit, there are special gold urns across town that are for nuns only. These are so that "holy water" could be collected at any time and little would be wasted. And because they're everywhere in town, you'd see nuns depositing their holy water every day! You'd see a nun hiking up her dress and running towards an urn to unleash her power stream of a blessing to be collected. They would often be moaning prayers as they thanked God for finally allowing them to have relief, and it's always hot. Finally, should a person be possessed by the spirit of a demon, a nun would be tasked to offer her holy water directly as she peed on the possessed person's face to get the spirit out.
    2 points
  39. 4,695 downloads

    Desperate women enter a store and have to endure holding it while they wait for their turn to use the bathroom. When they finally get a chance to enter the bathroom they immediately start wetting themselves over the toilet. More videos like this here: Enjoy
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  40. I've recently stumbled into the Koikatsu 3DCG art rabbit hole and found a couple of artists around that are doing omo-related stories using the software. Has anyone else found any others? Use this tag on Pixiv to find art if others are interested: コイカツ! おもらし Here are a few I've found so far: EroBaka https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/5520045 Omysaurus https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/53776857 also on twitter @omysaurus
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  42. The reward money from the job had been substantial, and to Jackson’s relief, Eve didn’t seem to remember her drunken escapades. Either that, or she just didn’t mention it. It wasn’t long, however, before the mercenaries found themselves on the hunt for a job once again. > Live Specimen P.O.V character: Eve Difficulty: Easy Details: Dr. Hayes needs assistance with her research. Help her capture a live zombie to further her scientific endeavors. >Lost and Found P.O.V character: David Difficulty: Medium Details: The daughter of a wealthy merchant has gone missing. It’s been a little while, but he thinks she’s still alive. Either way, he wants you to locate her. >The Woodsmen P.O.V character: Anne Difficulty: Hard Details: Woodcutters in Los Padres Forest gather essential materials for construction. Protect them from zombies and wild animals so they can get some decent work done. >Viva Las Vegas P.O.V character: Miller Difficulty: Very Hard Details: Provide “entertainment” for the Las Vegas safe zone. Details are unclear. Mission selected: The Woodsmen [P.O.V: Anne] “This one looks good,” David said, taking down a strip of paper. “We’ll get to see a new place.” “And there’s a good chance we’ll get to kill some zombies,” Anne added, taking a look. “That’s good enough for me,” said Miller. “Let’s hit the road!” “I call shotgun!” Anne announced. “Again?” groaned Jackson. The drive to the site took them along a winding road through a once-affluent abandoned neighborhood, with mountains to their right and a beautiful stretch of beach to their left. “Nice view,” Anne commented. She turned to Miller. “You ever been to this place?” “Once,” Miller replied, “a long time ago. It’s a beautiful place; forests and canyons and rivers…” He trailed off, reminiscing. “And it’s huge; nearly 200,000 acres. I’ve barely seen a fraction of it.” “Sounds great,” said Anne, not sarcastic for once. After about an hour, the jeep turned towards the mountains, heading through miles of scrubland. Eventually, an outpost came into view at the side of the road, staffed by a large bearded man. As they got closer, he stepped out and waved to the mercenaries. “I take it you’re not with our crew?” he asked. “No, we’re here about the contract,” Miller replied. “For protection?” “I see,” said the bearded man. “I’m glad someone finally took it. We’ve been trying to get some decent lumber for months, but zombies keep chasing off the woodcutters. The main mill’s a little way up the road, I’ll radio in and let them know you’re coming.” “Much obliged,” said Miller with a salute. As they drove onward, the chaparral gave way to lightly wooded foothills, populated mostly with oak. Anne heard the mill before she saw it; a loud buzzing noise filled the air, mixed with a steady series of barked orders. When they got closer, she saw the building was long and low, with several flatbed trucks surrounding it. A tall woman in overalls and a hard hat came out to greet them. “Barry told me you were coming,” she said, raising her voice to be heard over the saws. “I’m Helen. You must be the security detail.” “That’s right,” Miller confirmed. “Where do you want us?” “Actually, I’ll need to split you up,” said Helen. “We need some guards for the crew that’s heading into the forest, but we also need some of you to stay here. The zombies are getting bolder; they’ve tried to attack the mill a few times.” “Okay by me,” said Miller. “Mercs, how do we want to do this?” “Well,” said Anne, “I’m going to the forest. I wanna see more of this place.” “I would like to go as well,” Eve added. “Sounds good to me,” said Miller. “I’ll stay here and keep watch.” David and Jackson gave noises of agreement, and the matter was settled. Soon enough, Anne and Eve were off, riding up the mountain trail in two flatbed trucks. Even with her seatbelt, Anne found herself bouncing around from the bumpy road. Over time, the terrain got rougher and the forest got thicker. When the trucks came to a stop, Anne staggered out and took a look around her. Trees completely surrounded her, forming a bright green canopy over her head. Light filtered down through the leaves, forming patterns on her skin. No matter how hard she looked, Anne couldn’t tell which way they had come. “Beautiful,” Eve whispered in awe. Privately, Anne agreed. “Okay, listen up,” barked the foreman. “We’ll be harvesting these live oak here, so let’s get to it. Ladies, you two spread out and cover us.” Anne checked and loaded her USPs, and she heard the distinctive sound of Eve’s weapons materialising. The lumberjacks grabbed chainsaws from the backs of the trucks, and the air was soon filled with a continuous whirring roar, punctuated by the occasional crash of a falling tree, and the hisses of lumberjacks relieving themselves on the trees. Goddammit, thought Anne, circling the area with her pistols drawn. I can’t hear a thing over these saws! It’s hard enough to see through all these trees; zombies could sneak right up on us! After her fifth time around the perimeter with no incidents, Anne paused to lean against a tree and take a swig from her canteen. She closed her eyes, savoring the refreshment and the silence surrounding her. The realization hit her a moment later. The sound of the chainsaws had stopped, as well as the chitters and chirps of the forest animals. And that could only mean one thing. Swearing under her breath, Anne raced back towards the trucks. Anne heard the chaos before she saw it; a cacophony of screams and moans. She burst into the clearing and a horrible scene met her eyes. A horde of zombies had emerged from the trees and was bearing down on the workers. Anne wasted no time, drawing her pistols and opening fire. Zombies collapsed under her hail of bullets, but more kept coming. “Eve!” she called. “Where are you?” Anne’s cries were answered by a blaze of light from Eve’s pulse pistols as the white-haired woman ran to her side. “There are too many of them!” Eve shouted over the noise. “We won’t be able to protect the workers at this rate!” “Got that right,” grumbled Anne. “They’re dead meat if we stay here.” “We need to get them out. Can you cover me while I get them in one of the trucks?” “Sure thing,” said Anne. “Then I’ll take the other one and join you.” “You can drive?” Eve asked incredulously. “Eh, how hard can it be?” Eve wasted no time in rounding up the workers, while Anne kept the horde under control with a few grenades. No sooner had everyone loaded onto the first truck than it took off through the forest. “Wait up!” Anne called, hopping behind the wheel of the second flatbed. One of those lumberjack assholes must be driving, she thought angrily. Eve would never abandon me like this! Anne stretched her foot out to reach the gas pedal, and the truck roared to life. She jerked the wheel to the right to avoid hitting a tree, but doing so sent the vehicle bouncing over a fallen log. Okay, Anne admitted, maybe this isn’t as easy as I thought. She peered through the maze of trunks ahead of her, trying to keep sight of the other truck. Stepping on the gas, she managed to pull within fifty feet of it. Then, suddenly, it swerved to the left in a hairpin turn. Anne tried to copy the motion, but instead she felt her truck tilt violently to the right. A sensation of tumbling weightlessness followed, then nothing but darkness. ------------------------------------- Tap. Tap. Tap. “Urrgh,” Anne groaned, eyes sealed shut. “Go away!” Tap. Tap. “All right, all right!” she snapped. Groggily, Anne opened her eyes and several things hit her at once. One; she was alive. Two; she was lying in an upside-down truck cabin. Three; she was bleeding heavily. And four; there was a zombie tapping at the window. “Fuck!” Anne cried. She drew one of her USPs and obliterated both the glass and the zombie with a single shot. “Jesus,” Anne mumbled, “what happened?” Peering out the shattered window, she could see dirty forest floor, the now-dead zombie, and the base of what looked like a sheer rock wall. That explains it, she thought. Must’ve gone straight over a cliff. I couldn’t even see the fucking thing! Groaning, Anne undid her seatbelt and fell to the floor (technically the roof). She tried to move, but searing pain shot through her body. “Dammit,” Anne mumbled. “Probably broke something.” Gingerly, she tried to move again, only to be met with more pain. No good, she thought. I have to get out of here and rejoin the others! Or did she? Mulling it over, Anne second-guessed herself. The others would surely be looking for her, so maybe staying put would be a better option. Plus, the truck would offer some shelter from the weather and zombies. And she hated to admit it, but she might not have the strength to go too far. On the other hand, Anne rationalized, I’d be a sitting duck if another horde shows up. Anne decided to get moving. She didn’t want to be trapped inside the truck’s cabin. Biting her lip as pain shot through her, Anne crawled out through the shattered windshield. Once she was clear of the truck’s hood, she collapsed on her side, breathing heavily. Gingerly, Anne lifted her head to take in her surroundings. There were still plenty of trees around her, though not as many as there had been atop the cliff. Anne raised her head to try and see the top of said cliff, but it was too tall and obscured by foliage. Shit, I’m lucky to be alive, she realized. Now which way should I go? She looked up at the cliff, and saw that it seemed to slope down towards her left. With no better options, Anne headed in that direction. Several minutes passed, and Anne felt like she had barely made any progress. She sat down with a sigh, trying to get her bearings. Then she saw a glint of metal on the forest floor. Curious, she walked over and found what looked like a fat pistol lying on the ground. It’s a flare gun! Anne realized. And it’s got one shot left. I can signal for help! Then she hesitated. Or it might attract zombies. But I can handle zombies, Anne decided. Better than being lost out here forever. With that she aimed the gun at the sky and pulled the trigger. A bright red flare shot up, trailing smoke behind it. With nothing else to do, Anne sat back and waited for her rescuers to show up. Sure enough, she soon heard the sound of footsteps echoing through the woods. But when she turned to look, unfamiliar faces greeted her. The newcomers were half a dozen men, dressed in ragged clothes and sporting hungry grins. Anne drew her guns; she had encountered a lot of freaks with lascivious intentions, and these guys looked like prime examples. “Stay back!” she yelled, hoping they wouldn’t realize that she was injured. The men merely laughed and inched closer, like wolves circling their prey. Anne fired, striking one of them in the chest. He collapsed, but before she could shoot again, a hairy arm reached from behind her and wrapped around her neck. Anne struggled against the previously unseen seventh man, but it was no use. Another of the men approached, wielding a wooden baseball bat. He swung, and everything went black. —------------ For the second time that day, Anne woke up with a throbbing pain in her temples. She gingerly opened her eyes, but everything was still black, only with a few tiny specks of light. Anne tried to sit up, but found she couldn’t; something was binding her legs together. Slowly, her addled mind managed to piece the information together. She was lying on her back, limbs bound with rope, staring up at the night sky. And she wasn’t alone. A demented giggle came from her right. Anne could barely make out the form of one of the men, silhouetted against the starlight. “Looks like she’s awake,” he laughed. “We got us one tasty treat here.” Anne’s blood ran cold, her worst fears seemingly realized. “Get your cock anywhere near me and I’ll bite it off!” she snarled, trying to sound braver than she felt. “What?” said the man. “Oh, you got the wrong idea. We ain’t gonna do nothing like that.” He rolled Anne over, and she saw a large bonfire blazing in front of her. “We’re just gonna eat ya.” “What the fuck?” cried Anne. She thrashed against the ropes binding her, but was unable to budge them. “Are you insane?” “Nope,” the man replied. He drew a meat cleaver from his belt and crouched down beside her. “It’s all perfectly natural. We’re all just animals after all, and what do animals do?” He grinned, revealing jagged yellow teeth. “They eat each other. Rip and tear and- aaagh!” His words were cut off as a large black shape burst from the trees and knocked him to the ground. Vicious snarls mixed with his screams, and Anne could just make out his assailant by the light of the fire. It was Gertie, her massive jaws clamped around the would-be cannibal’s neck. With a swift jerk of her head, the man’s screams abruptly stopped. Anne felt a wave of relief wash over her as her fellow mercenaries emerged from the forest, guns drawn. David walked over to his dog and looked down at the dead man. “Looks like you were right,” he said coldly. He turned to Anne. “Are you okay?” “Yeah,” Anne managed. “You guys saw my flare?” “Flare?” said Miller. “No, we saw that huge bonfire they have over there. Figured you had lit it.” Anne looked at the other cannibals, still recovering from the shock of what had happened, and burst out laughing. “Should have killed me before you lit the fire, dumbasses!” “Fine!” one of them screeched. They drew weapons and charged. Seconds later, all of them had fallen to a hail of gunfire. “Not a smart move,” Miller commented, his rifle smoking, “charging four people armed with guns.” —---------------------------------- Mission complete! —---------------------------------- By the time they got back to the mill, it was early morning. The payout from the job was decent, but a lot of it went into getting Anne patched up. Though Miller assured her it wasn’t her fault, she still couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. Regardless, the mercenaries needed another job, and they needed it soon. > Live Specimen P.O.V character: Eve Difficulty: Easy Details: Dr. Hayes needs assistance with her research. Help her capture a live zombie to further her scientific endeavors. >Lost and Found P.O.V character: David Difficulty: Medium Details: The daughter of a wealthy merchant has gone missing. It’s been a little while, but he thinks she’s still alive. Either way, he wants you to locate her. >Viva Las Vegas P.O.V character: Miller Difficulty: Very Hard Details: Provide “entertainment” for the Las Vegas safe zone. Details are unclear. Mission Selected: Viva Las Vegas [P.O.V: Miller] “Let’s do the Vegas one,” Anne said. “We need a big payout, and it looks the most promising.” “You sure you’re up for it?” asked Miller. He wasn’t sure if she had fully recovered from the last mission. “I’m sure,” said Anne stiffly. She stood up and began counting her ammunition. “Let’s go already!” “I agree,” said Eve. “Las Vegas is about five hours away; we should leave as soon as possible.” Soon enough, the mercenaries were on their way. Their route took them deep into the desert, and the heat was particularly intense. Miller wiped sweat from his forehead as he drove and took a look back at his companions. They were all silent, far too hot to make any attempt at conversation. Anne was turned away from the others, looking sulky. If Miller had to guess, he would have to say that her pride was still wounded from having to be rescued. The girl’s a fierce one, he rationalized. She’s not the type to take that sort of thing lying down. Hope this mission helps. A little zombie-killing oughta get her spirits up. When the sun finally began to set, it was a relief to all of them. “Finally,” groaned Anne. “I thought I was gonna pass out!” “Tell me about it,” said David. “But on the bright side, we’re almost there!” “I was just thinking about that,” said Eve. “Given that we are in unfamiliar territory, it might be wise to stop for the night.” “What are you talking about?” Anne retorted. “In another hour or two, we’ll be there! “Maybe,” said Eve, “but it is risky traveling here after dark.” “Your call, Miller,” David said. Miller thought it over, and decided that the best option was to play it safe. “We’ll pull over and stop for the night,” he announced. “We can sleep in shifts; I’ll take first watch.” “Okay,” said Anne, a little reluctantly. Miller found a flat stretch of ground and pulled the jeep over. After everyone had taken care of everything they needed too (eating, stretching, and pissing), they curled up inside the jeep to rest. Miller kept watch for several hours before waking Jackson, and the night passed without incident. As soon as dawn broke, the mercenaries were on their way again. The Las Vegas safe zone soon loomed on the horizon, an sprawl of buildings surrounded by a massive protective wall. They drove up to the gate where they were stopped by two rifle-wielding guards. “Easy there,” said Miller. “We’re just here for the job. You know, the ‘entertainment?’” “Finally,” grumbled one guard. “I thought nobody would be-” His partner elbowed him in the gut before addressing Miller.”Head right on through. Go down the main stretch until you reach the pyramid, then take a right. Then they’ll be waiting for you at the fifth building on your left.” “Much obliged,” said Miller. He drove in and immediately his eyes went wide from visual overload. “Holy shit,” Anne gasped in awe. “What is this place?” Miller honestly wondered that himself. It was certainly a far cry from the Los Angeles safe zone. That one was utilitarian over all else, with dilapidated skyscrapers serving as a barrier around simple buildings made from salvaged materials. Las Vegas, on the other hand, was extravagant and colorful, with buildings in various architectural styles sporting neon signs, some burned-out and others still running. There were a few exceptionally strange structures scattered around, including a giant globe, a run-down ferris wheel, and a 300-foot pyramid dead ahead. “Think that’s it?” Jackson quipped. Miller took a moment to gaze at the massive monolith before taking a right. Counting buildings, Miller found that the fifth one on the left was shaped like a temple made of marble. Roman-styled, if he remembered his history. Below a sign reading LITTLE CALIGULA’S, more guards were indeed waiting. “Welcome,” said one. “We’ve been expecting you.” “We are grateful for your presence,” the other added. “However, we must ask that you lay down your weapons before entering. Basic safety; I’m sure you understand.” Anne started to protest, but a glare from Miller stopped her. “We’re guests here; we have to abide,” he explained. “Besides,” he added under his breath, “if things go south, Eve still has access to her Digistruct weapons.” “Fine,” said Anne reluctantly. The mercenaries handed over their guns and entered the building, escorted by the guards. Based on the extravagant exterior, Miller had been expecting the place to be a palace on the inside. Instead, it was dark, dingy, and seemed to consist of endless corridors. He felt uneasy, and was glad he had his combat knife hidden inside his shirt. Eventually, the guard came to a stop in front of a massive iron door. He pried it open with difficulty, and Miller was blinded by the bright sunlight. Then he felt someone shove him from behind. Caught off-guard, he tumbled forward and landed on a rough sandy surface. He heard sounds of struggle, then a deep clang as the door slammed shut. Squinting from the sun’s glare, Miller took in his new surroundings. He and his mercs were at the edge of a large circular stadium about 300 feet in diameter. The arena was littered with bits of improvised cover, like piles of tires and barriers made from steel sheets. A 20-foot wall encircled the area, followed by several rings of seats filled with people. Wait a minute, Miller realized. I read about this. This place is a cali… a colli… “Welcome to Little Caligula’s Colosseum!” roared an ecstatic voice. Miller located the source as a man with a megaphone in a booth situated in the top row of seats. “We’ve got one hell of a show for you today! Please welcome our latest competitors!” The crowd cheered in approval, chilling Miller’s blood. “What the fuck is this?” cried Anne over the noise. “Colosseum,” Miller answered. “In Ancient Rome, gladiators fought to the death here.” “I knew this was a bad idea,” David groaned. “Now, say hello to our returning champions!” the announcer continued. “The very finest of the Praetorian Guard!” Another door opened across the arena, and several people stepped forward, clad in body armor and carrying spears. “You know the rules,” said the announcer. “Last ones standing win! Weapons are scattered throughout the colosseum. Now, release the zombies!” Dozens of small doors opened, releasing the shambling hordes. “What do we do?” Anne shouted. “We should stay as a group,” Eve suggested. “That way, we will not be overwhelmed.” “Wrong,” said Jackson. “We’d get swarmed if we did that. We should split up and ambush them.” Should they stick together? >Stick together >Split up
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  43. And here we are! It was fun to read through all of your thoughts but @Who Cares? was the only one who got it right! Desperate times call for desperate measures! Also, recently there have been quite a few people on this thread and in my DMs asking me about my workflow. Because of this I thought it could be a fun idea to try and do a livestream one day, where you guys can watch me work, see how these illustrations come to life and chat with me in the meantime, in the hopes that I can teach you something! What do you all think? Would you be interested in this? Please let me know, if I see that there's interest I'll try to organize something fun in the upcoming weeks 😉
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  44. I'm a minority but I really dislike when male wettings are too sexual and have nudity, I like a cute accident, with relief and embarrassment :3
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  45. Morning soggs are the best soggs! :3
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  46. Nice video.. I also play that game.
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  47. Oh I already saw it on TikTok before this because I’m friends with her on there and we’ve talked about it already! It was just wild to me to see it end up here
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  48. These definitely have an appeal, partly because they seem a bit more "realistic" in the sense that somebody might try to hide things and be unaware of changes that give the game away. The other part is arguably the same as scantily clad vs totally nude: When you leave nothing to the imagination, what's left to fantasize about? Granted not everyone is wired that way, but this certainly does it for me.
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