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  1. female my fetish is ruining my life

    You did good getting away. Parents shouldn't be spanking their kids at all and if they think they are still entitled to do so even when they are adults, you get the hell away from them. I'm from an abusive family myself and can totally emphasize, getting away from them and years later cutting off all contact and finally getting some agency over my own life were the best decisions I've made so far. Even if you have to combine working and studying to do so, it's better that way. There are communities on the internet nowadays that can support young adults in these types of situations, will listen to what you have to say and emphasize and give advice. Stay strong!
  2. Female Weekend at the grandparents

    Thanks for naming it the best stories though I personally don't agree :) I've made changes to almost all chapters after posting them here (like changing ages and some details to make it more consistent) and maybe I will post the full story one time, but after I posted the last chapter. I just wasn't content with my first version of the final chapter at the time and I've been postponing the rewrite, sorry for that.
  3. Female Weekend at the grandparents

    Chapter nine: Monday part I - Gifts and revelations Bright beams of sunlight were finding their way past the edges of the curtains onto Julie’s bed and slowly made their way down onto her closed eyes. She woke up to the reddish light reaching her pupils through her eyelids. She could just muster enough energy to change the side she lay on to her left. Now facing the wall and not the disruptive sunlight, her mind steadily joined her body in awakening and she remembered she was wearing a diaper by the thickness between her legs. Soon she felt awake enough to get her phone from the nightstand and check the time; 7:30, she couldn’t have slept for more than six hours. Yet she felt like she slept for nine, her normal amount. When she changed position again and sat up in her bed, she could swear her diaper wasn’t that thick between her legs yesterday. She pulled the sheets over her head, loosened the diaper and looked at the inside of the crotch to confirm her suspicions; it had a faint yellow glow to it and was a little bit thicker than the rest of the diaper. She had only leaked a bit, or diapers worked way better than she imagined. Julie threw the sheets off from her and sat down next to the bed on her knees, leaving the diaper behind and wearing nothing but her nightshirt. She looked under the bed. The clothes she wore last night were still there, but the plastic bag was gone and was replaced by her own bag that was missing last night. She looked over at Kathy; she still seemed to be fast asleep. Confident she wasn’t spied on, she opened the main part of her bag. On top she saw the white dress she wore Friday after she wet herself in the car. She got it out of the bag to inspect the lower part of the front where she had left the proof of her second accident of this weekend; completely white except for the red and blue flower that were meant to be there. She dug further and saw the same thing; all of the clothes she had hidden were clean and dry. Underneath them was the white plastic bag. She got it out and looked inside; it was filled with layers of old newspapers with parts of the now flat flowers sticking out. She opened some of the layers to find there were also leaves and stems in there. She suddenly felt an immense pressure on her urethral sphincter, so she quickly dropped the bag and dug both her hands into her bare crotch. She put all her effort in controlling her bladder, shifting her legs and pushing hard against the opening of her urethra, but she was started leaking anyway. As spurt after spurt made her hands wet and slippery and drops were falling to the carpet beneath her, she saw her only solution still lay in her bed. Her right hand, depositing drops of urine everywhere it went, reached for the diaper. She lost all control the moment she grabbed it, and pee started spraying over her left hand and both her legs before she could get the diaper in place. She had to align her upper legs with her body and widen their stance to put the diaper between her legs on the ground. She released her left hand from her crotch. The hissing sound increased and was joined by a loud splattering could of her urine hitting the diaper for a second before she violently pushed the diaper against her womanhood with both hands. Now finally able to relax, she sat down on the hem of the diaper and tried to make sure it caught all or most of it. She felt it warming and expanding all around her crotch and bum, even towards the front when she pushed the crotch harder against her private area. She had definitely just leaked a bit in her sleep. After her stream died down, Julie stood up and moved her now completely soaked diaper out of the way to check the damage she had done; she had left only a few damp spots and a lot of individual drops around the area where she sat, next to her bag. She looked down at her body, naked from the waist down, with a few drops still making their way down to her feet. She used a blanket to wipe herself clean; it was probably going to be washed anyway. Dry again, she put the plastic bag back in the main bag. As she lifted her clothes to put it back underneath them, she noticed there was a book at the bottom, a bottle with cleaned roots in them submerged in some kind of fluid, a bottle with some other fluid without roots and small package she didn’t recognize. It was white with purple flowers and birds on it. She got them both out, and felt a little embarrassed when she turned the package around and it read ‘drynites’. She always thought they were just for little children, but this package said ‘8-15 years’. Still, she thought it was a little insulting; that’s still at least 3 years younger than she was! She quickly put the package back because she didn’t want to be seen with it, and examined the book. On the front, there was a picture of a huge field of purple poppies. The title read: THE POWER OF THE PURPLE POPPY ON THE MANY PRACTICAL APPLICATIONS, RISKS AND BENEFITS OF MECONOPSIS MINGINVITUS Suddenly, Julie heard the creaking of a bed in another room and hurried footsteps, possibly from the hall too. She quickly put it the book back and grabbed the white dress and blue panties she had worn when she first wet herself in the cornfield. She pulled her nightshirt off and went to take a shower before someone saw her. She didn’t smell it at the moment, but she was pretty sure she reeked of pee. She carefully timed the moment she snuck out the bedroom door and into the bathroom when she was sure there was nobody in the hall and quickly closed the door and turned on the faucet. Just ten seconds later, the door handle turned fruitlessly and she heard her mother complain. “Damn it, someone’s already there.” Julie took a quick shower, and when she turned it off she heard the voices of her mother and grandmother arguing faintly in the background. She grabbed a towel and started absentmindedly drying herself tactically close to the door, so she could just make out what they were saying. Mom: “…every single time we’re here! Julie finally managed to be completely dry for two years before this weekend!” Grandma: “Oh, come on now, she peed all over the car before you even arrived here, are you going to blame me for that too?” Mom: “That’s not the point! Accidents happen, but she wet herself two more times AND she started wetting her bed again. Do you have any idea how that must feel for her?” Grandma: “She probably doesn’t like it, but there’s nothing I can do about it.” Mom: “Oh, and the girls wetting their beds every night for over a week every time we’ve been here is just a coincidence? Now you even made me do it again!” Grandma: “Well, you’ve never been that good at keeping your bed dry either, you are blaming me because you’re still a bedwetter. You’re 40! You can’t just keep on blaming others for your problems!” Mom: “What? You know that stopped only two months after I moved out! It only ever happened again sometimes when I stayed here!” Grandma: “Yeah, you’ve always said that, but honestly that’s a little hard to believe for me. You’d always have at least one accident here, except for that one time you only stayed one night. I’m happy I kept on putting protectors around yours too no matter what you said.” Mom: “THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING! It always happened here, and I just know it’s something you’re doing! Maybe you put something in the water here or something. But just realize that I’m the one who has to change the girls’ beds every day!” Grandma: “I don’t get you. You don’t want to use diapers but you’re always complaining about having to wash a few sheets.” Mom: “I am NOT going to give them the same treatment you did to me! I won’t force them into diapers in my own home and that’s MY choice!” Grandma: “I never forced you, you were always free to not use them and clean your mess up yourself.” Mom: “Yeah, it was so mature of you to say that to an eight year old kid after you’ve made sure all her classmates knew she had to wear diapers at night.” Grandma: “Why is this always such a big deal for you? Kids wet their bed. I bet several of your classmates were also bedwetters. I never blamed you for your accidents, even when you were awake and could easily reach the bathroom!” Mom: “Of course lots of other kids also wet their beds, but their mothers didn’t tell the teacher they’re in diapers where everyone could hear it! I was the one who was teased for it and that was YOUR fault no matter what you say!” Grandma: “Kids say all kinds of mean stuff to each other, are you still hung up on that? Besides, they probably teased you more because you used to pee yourself at school too. It’s not my fault kids make such a big deal about other kids having a little accident.” Mom: “I’m going to take a shower NOW and then we are leaving! I’m not putting up with you anymore!” At that, Julie realized she had not been drying herself. She quickly brushed a towel over all of her body, put on her panties and dress and folded another towel around her hair. She had never heard her mother like this and didn’t want to be in the way. Heavy doorsteps went up the stairs and approached the shower. The door handle moved down, again to no avail. This was followed by a barrage of curses Julie had never from her mouth before as she walked away from the door. Julie quickly opened the door and tried to sneak back into the bedroom “JULIE!” She froze, and a short but forceful spurt of pee warmed the crotch of her panties. She felt a few drops on her legs while turning around cautiously. “Put on a bra!” All Julie could do was stammer something that resembled an affirmative answer while she felt a little more urine escaping and some drops rolling down both her legs. Her mother didn’t seem to listen at all, and after two seconds she turned and strode into the bathroom. Julie’s eyes locked on the huge wet patch on the back of her mother’s nightdress. She had never seen or heard of her mother even having an accident in her whole life. She was stunned. A good part of her life it had been her and her little sister having bladder troubles and her mother had always been there to help them and console them when they were upset about it. Never had the possibility of her wetting her bed – just like her children – even crossed Julie’s mind. Let alone the things she just heard from both her mother and grandmother and the whole dynamic. Everything was new to her. She suddenly felt really small and uncomfortable and went back into the bedroom. When she opened the door, she heard a gasp followed by a thud. “Ouch!” Kathy complained. As she walked through the door, Julie saw her sister sitting there, only wearing a shirt that was just long enough to cast some shadow over her private parts. There was a soggy, rolled up diaper in her left hand and her right was caressing her lower back. “You shouldn’t be standing directly behind doors, it’s dangerous” Julie said. “Well, I’m fine. Thanks for asking!” Kathy returned, sarcastically. Julie just didn’t respond. She didn’t want to deal with her right now. She was overwhelmed by the new info on her mom’s youth, and slightly concerned that she had wet her panties less than two minutes after she put them on. Luckily, Kathy stood up and walked out of the bedroom, so she could be alone. As soon as her sister closed the door, she hiked up her dress to check the damage on her panties. As suspected, the crotch was soaked again. How could she have to go enough to wet herself maybe 20 minutes after she peed? She reckoned not all of it had come out yet. She wanted to pee just to be sure, but she didn’t want to go downstairs at the moment, and the upstairs bathroom was occupied by her mother. Her only option was still lying on the floor beside her bed. She just had to hope it could contain a little bit more. She patted down the diaper to find the driest part, which was the front, parted her legs and pushed it against the crotch of her panties. They were wet anyway. After only a few seconds of relaxing, she felt a full-force stream warming her panties once again and immediately spreading out to the front and back via the fabric of the slightly expanding diaper, but after what couldn’t have been much more than 5 seconds it died down as quickly as it came. She got scared; had she lost all bladder control? If there was just this little in her, how could it just randomly come out of her as it did just now? She decided that, for the drive back, she should wear one of the drynites just to be sure she didn’t pee in a car seat for the third time this weekend. She got the pack from her bag, and pulled one out. She lowered her soaked panties to the floor and pulled up the pull-up. To her surprise they fit her perfectly, and under her dress it wasn’t noticeable at all! She opened the side pockets to find a place to put her panties, and to her shock she found the perfect location; with her clothes from tonight! She had completely forgotten about those, and they were just sitting there in a plastic bag, still stinking of pee. She balled her panties up, put it in with them and quickly closed the zipper. Julie still didn’t feel comfortable going downstairs; it was as if she could still feel the negative energy of the argument coming from there. So when she put the pack of drynites back and saw the book again, she decided to pick it up and see what it’s about. She did have a few questions about the state of her bag and everything in it, but she thought there was no way to find out at this moment. She was wrong. Immediately when she opened the book a large, folded piece of paper fell out. There was handwriting all over it. She unfolded it and started reading. Dear Julie, I noticed that you went poppy plucking this night. You know you aren’t allowed in the cornfield, and even though we told you differently the secret field you found has always been why. Even though the government has long stopped focusing on these plants, you have to realize that they are officially illegal to own. Please don’t just tell anyone about them. If you want to enjoy them with a few friends, tell them to keep it a secret and never tell where you got them. You are always free to come back here and get some more if you run out. If you want to enjoy them more than a week after plucking them, you have to desiccate them. I’ve started the process for you already, but you should get or make a plant press to really store them. I’ve given you a bottle of glycerin that you’re going to need for that. Instructions on this are in this book, as well as a great description of all the ways in which you can use them. Smelling them won’t work anymore, but I personally prefer smoking it or eating the root anyways. Smelling is more intense, but it fades too fast for me. The roots are in another bottle on some alcohol to stop them from growing moldy. If you get them out and dry them, you can safely eat them. I’m sure you found out that it makes you feel much better, not only during the high but also in the long term. The more you take it, the better you feel mentally. But don’t overdo it! From the amount of dirty clothes I found I figured you already know this, but the poppies make it very hard to keep your clothes dry. This can also happen when you’re not under the influence, especially when you’re sleeping. That is why I’ve put in some drynites for you. They’re not the best at absorbing a full bladder, but they are discreet and should hold most of it. I figured you should still fit the teen size. Most people really like to be in control of their bladder, so be sure to mention it to anyone you’re sharing it with! If you take too much in a short time it may take weeks before you get your bladder under control again, and you can start to lose your grip on reality. When you use a little bit for cooking or to make tea a few times a week it’s pretty safe, but if you use more than that you should wear protection at night. There are very clear guidelines in the book about recommended doses. Please follow them! The most important thing I have to tell you is DO NOT TELL YOUR PARENTS. Kathy is okay. She found out years ago. I’m sorry but I didn’t have time to wash and dry your clothes from last night, they’re in one of the side-pockets. Take care! Love, Grandma
  4. Female Weekend at the grandparents

    There's a pretty good chance of that. Of course, I only say that now that I've actually written it Doubt no more! I've written the two final chapters (originally one split up in two because it became a bit long). I'm thinking about making more stories based on this, but with a bit more freedom in writing... Restriction to just one weekend in one location wasn't good for productivity. I'll post the first chapter now, and the second one probably somewhere later this week, maybe giving myself a chance to rewrite some parts because it IS the end after all, and I have the feeling the quality was a bit less in that part and looking at it with fresh eyes usually gives me better ideas. Speaking about rewriting, I've mentioned it before but I've edited a lot of details in previous chapters while writing, things not edited in this thread. I think I want to post the new versions sometime, because now there are several inconsistencies and I'd like to get them out. But I'm not sure how and where I'm gonna do that.
  5. Pixel Canvas edit

    Does this also count as art? I encountered this so I added some yellow pixels in the right places. I've had a significant battle with someone who was trying to make her menstruate but I managed to do this in the end http://pixelcanvas.io/@400,1400 is where it's at
  6. So, I posted this over half a year ago and it finally got accepted, but this is kinda relevant due to the timing of it with the elections and stuff
  7. Norwegian TV series - girl wetting

    Ripped it: NRK TV - Tissatrengt - 810.mp4
  8. accident Custom videos

    Only give out her information here if she is okay with it herself.
  9. Dark tone omo game

    If you want it to reach more people, you could make a game where you can choose male or female. If you don't want that or if it's too much effort, you can also not do that.
  10. How much do you spend on porn each month?

    I don't regularly pay for things, most of what I have is free. There are several reasons for this: 1. Most omo with actresses just isn't as good as some of the free material available 2. I don't even watch so let alone pay for non-omo porn 3. I'm not a rich person. I have enough money in reserve for now but I anticipate needing it in the coming years. 4. I don't have a creditcard and refuse to ever get one, which limits my options especially on sites from the US 5. Paranoia of someone I personally know finding out about it When I find good material behind a paywall that I don't have already, however, I am willing to pay. I am one of the few in between category A and B as described by TVGuy, but would probably immediately become category B when I am financially secure.
  11. *New* Underwear wettings

    There is just something to the way she is doing it, you can really see that she loves it. Great vids!