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  1. This is one of the most amazing videos I've ever seen- it's so sensual and hot even before the peeing starts! Warning: Contains nudity https://vk.com/videos212584022?z=video212584022_456239067%2Fpl_212584022_-2 massage wetting.mp4
  2. Good video, but the door locks from Becky's side lol...
  3. This user has a lot of videos- run a search here if y'all want to. https://vk.com/videos237421718
  4. Sounds hot- would you happen to have a link to that video?
  5. Hello wet friends, I have a thing for girls with wide hips and large butts (big boobs don't hurt either). I did a quick search of the forums here but didn't find a thread specifically dedicated to curvy girls so I thought I'd start one. If there are others who wish to share their favorite models/videos, please add to the thread. Here is a great clip with Jazmyn to start things off: https://vk.com/videos167883956?z=video229516142_171010517%2Fpl_167883956_-2 I was going to upload the file here but I'm guessing it's not allowed here.
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    Great writing Spurgle... can't wait for part 3!
  7. Yup, that's the one! I used to have the wetting clip but the full file is even better- thanks!
  8. Yup- that's the one! Thanks realferdicted!
  9. Forgive me for making a second request in the same night.. there was one "real-life" wetting video at a college football game or something where students are drinking while waiting in massive lines to pee. One girl is talking to some guys while openly peeing her pants in the line. The people filming her were laughing and she could hear them, but there was nothing she could do. Thanks in advance!
  10. This is a huge shot in the dark (pun intended). I'm looking for one of my favorite older clips (might be a t-bob movie) where a very desperate girl (I think her name might be Tanya?) is forced to wait by a male setting up the camera at night. A light is aimed at her crotch as she finally pees in her purple panties. The best part of the clip for me is that she sighs in relief and says something super hot like "that is absolute heaven- thank you" as she pees. If anybody has this clip, please please please share!
  11. Great story- loved it!
  12. Fernanda had never expected this. Here she was, an international MBA student, completing the final requirement of her degree somehow bound in a maze of restraints and electronic gadgets. She wasn’t really complaining- she had always been a very sexual person and getting a chance to spend 4 months at S3X Enterprises instead of some boring office job had been a real treat. However, it didn’t change the fact that she was now in her underwear trying out a sex machine in front of her co-workers. She knew she shouldn’t be feeling so exposed. It really was a great working environment. She had seen most of the researchers watching her already try out various machines in the past ten weeks. It was the only way to develop new technology- they weren’t supposed to be testing anything on humans until the machines were approved by regulators. However, those crash test dummies couldn’t emulate human behavior near well enough so the researchers just took turns testing the new technology in secret. It was actually good fun- they all had their share of orgasms in front of each other and drinks plus giggles afterwards. Fernanda had never had sex in public so she had been quite nervous about being put “on display”. She could also sense that all her male co-workers had been eagerly awaiting her turn. She was very pretty- 26 years old with a curvy Brazilian body. She stood 5’ 8 with 38C breasts, light brown skin and dark hair. She had felt all eyes on her as she had shyly stripped down to her bra and panties and climbed up to the giant machine. Even a few people who usually weren’t involved with product testing had turned up to enjoy the show. S3X Enterprises was the global leader in sexual technology. There was the usual mainstream stuff like dildos, vibrators, sybians, and restraints. However, they also developed less common, fetish-specialty technology which Fernanda couldn’t even dream up. Many times, she had Googled fetishes after work to confirm they were actually a thing. Some of the stuff grossed her out but a lot of it was intriguing. She wondered if her boyfriend back home would be interested in trying a few new things when she got back… Unfortunately for Fernanda, an “out-there” machine was being tested today. It was a project she had not been involved with at all so it was her first time hearing about it. She was to be restrained in a machine that could torture its victim in a variety of ways. There was a hair-pulling arm, a slapping hand in front of her face, a spanking hand beneath her ass, pinching and tickling fingers all around her body. There was also huge bottle attached to the mechanism with a straw leading to her mouth. The bottle was filled with wine. She was instructed that the only way to stop a torture was to drink wine until the specific gadget stopped moving. The longer she endured a torture, the less wine would have to be consumed. Fernanda suspected she would be completely drunk by the time her hour in the horrible machine was up. It was probably a whole other fetish around getting a girl wasted out of her mind. She had no interested in looking like a fool in front of her coworkers, either by saying dumb things or puking her guts out all over her own boobs and the machine. She would try to drink as little as possible. As per usual procedure, the machine was mounted on a five-foot platform so everyone could observe the testing clearly. It took almost thirty minutes to get her restrained in place and the machine set up just right. In addition to the torture devices, there were physiological sensors set up to monitor her heartbeat, sweat rate, blood pressure, even vaginal wetness which was an indicator of sexual excitement. As the computer operator entered a time of 60 minutes on the large clock in front of her, Fernanda realized she had a mild need for the toilet. Her morning coffee was working its way down to her bladder- she should have peed before starting, especially considering she was going to be tickled. Oh well, it was too late now- she could wait one hour. If things got risqué with the tickling, she would just gulp fast to end the torture. The testing started and nothing happened for the first few minutes. Fernanda realized that now knowing what was going to happen when was an added torture in itself. She stared anxiously at the hand in front of her wondering if it would slap her. What about the spanking hand beneath her, poised to embarrass her in front of dozens of people? Suddenly, she felt pinching. The fingers around her rapidly attacked her everywhere- her sides, her legs, her arms, her breasts, her butt. It really hurt and the intensity seemed to increase to an unbearable level in mere seconds. Fernanda yelped and eagerly drank from the straw, trying to end the pinching as quickly as possible. The wine tasted great despite the fact she couldn’t really enjoy it. At least they had given her the courtesy of a fine wine. A handful of gulps later, the pinching abruptly stopped and Fernanda gulped down the liquid in her mouth to gasp and catch her breath. She could see red pinch marks all over her body. They still stung fiercely, though there wasn’t any bleeding. Fernanda cautiously glanced at the audience watching her. Some of the women seemed sympathetic to her ordeal, but all the men seemed overtly eager to see more. She felt a growing anxiety in the pit of her stomach. Damn them all, enjoying the show. It took a while for Fernanda to realize the next torture had already started. Her ponytail was slowly being yanked back and twisted in a counter-clockwise direction. The pinching had started so suddenly that she had not expected the next event to be so gradual! She closed her lips on the straw again before remembering her promise to herself about not getting too drunk. She could certainly handle a little more hair-pulling! Fernanda tilted her head back as far as she could as the hand continued pulling on her hair. She kept the straw between her teeth so that she could start drinking at any time. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to drink as much as last time. Maybe it was just her imagination, but she could feel a light buzz already. The clock in front of her said only seven minutes had passed. She clenched her jaw tight as the pain increased. Her scalp was really starting to hurt. Stubbornly she refused to drink and shut her eyes trying to survive another few seconds. Finally, when it seemed like her hair was going to be pulled right out of her skull, she sucked on the straw hard. To her surprise, the hand let go right away. She must have been close to outlasting the torture without any drinking! She felt confidence swell up inside her as she vowed to perform even better in the upcoming episode. A couple long minutes passed before the hand in front of her swung suddenly and violently to hit the right side of her face. Tears immediately swelled up in Fernanda’s eyes as she struggled to recover from the shocking attack. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her watery vision so she could locate the hand as well as the straw before it was too late. As she desperately closed her lips on the straw, the hand struck her again from the left, knocking away the straw once more. Both sides of face stung now- she knew she could not risk another blow where she was already severely hurting. She ignored the tears streaming down her face to close her lips around the straw again and gulped like no tomorrow. She prayed internally that she would be able stop the torture before another slap came and knocked the straw away once more. At long last, the hand reset to the center position in front of Fernanda’s face and she released the straw in relief. Her face was burning and she knew the redness and her tears were visible .She tried to stop weeping as she lowered her face to avoid facing her audience. She had seen men and women alike cry during their testing turns and she had never thought too much of it. However, crying seemed so much more shameful with her as the centre of attention. She had to keep a strong face in front of her coworkers. A few minutes passed and Fernanda’s pain subsided. She had stopped crying- the alcohol was helping numb her senses. She was feeling tipsy and realized her plan to limit wine intake was failing horribly. Forty minutes still remained and she reckoned she would be punch-drunk in another twenty. What did it matter anyway- her coworkers had seen her getting sexually abused in her underwear. What could drunk Fernanda possibly do to make things worse? Fernanda half-dozed from the effect of the wine, but was rapidly awakened by a stark spanking on her bottom. She gasped audibly but quickly clenched her glutes to brace for the next impact. She felt embarrassed at being spanked in public, but reminded herself that it was just a machine not a man. She stuck the straw in her mouth again but refused to drink yet- she could handle at least another spank. The hand struck her large round ass again with a very audible SPLAT! This one stung more than the last but Fernanda stubbornly held on. She could see excitement on some of her coworkers’ faces; spanking was obviously one of the more common turn-ons out there. She ignored them as another smack struck her, seemingly even harder than the last. Still, she didn’t drink, fighting the powerful urge to surrender. She could survive one more. She was tough enough- her angry maniac of a father had spanked her many times as a child. She would drink after the next one. This was personal. The next spank made Fernanda cry out in pain. The straw fell from her mouth and tears ran down her face once again. Pain ran through her body, from her butt down to her feet and up to her shoulders. Before she could even think about recovering the straw and stopping the torture, a final smack nailed her. The sharpest wave of pain yet shackled through her poor body as Fernanda howled again, no longer caring how she appeared to her coworkers. She finally regained some sense after a few minutes and scrambled to relocate the straw before realizing the massive hand behind her had locked into its original position a while ago. She would not have to drink this time- a mild consolation to her physical pain. The spanking had seemed to kick-start her bladder. Fernanda felt an urge to pee again, although not too severe. All the torture had taken her mind off her bladder since the beginning of the testing, but now all the wine drinking was making her bladder’s urges tough to ignore. Soon, she would really need the toilet. She was somehow starting to feel a growing a growing sexual excitement as she observed men all around her obviously turned on by her show. Several of them had their hands in their pockets and appeared to be battling erections in their pants. Fernanda wondered if her excitement could be diagnosed on the sensors. Fernanda was fully expecting the tickling to be next, since it was the only torture left. However, she was startled by a quick yank to her pony tail- the type she had received in middle school from her crushes. Before she could make sense of the surprise, the hand in front of her slapped her face. She felt stinging pain on her right cheek again and closed her mouth on the straw. Before she could drink, her hair was yanked back again and she inadvertently released the straw again. She knew another slap was coming- she had to drink fast. She got a couple of gulps in before the slap came from the left side. This time she hung on to the straw and kept drinking. She didn’t stop until the hand in front of her centred itself again. She felt really drunk now, not to mentioned rattled- the world in front of her looked hazy. She wondered how much more she would have to drink. She couldn’t see the large bottle beside her head but she suspected she had drunk a lot of it already. To make matters worse, Fernanda’s need to pee was intensifying rapidly. The alcohol was having a diuretic effect and her bladder was filling faster than she drank. She shifted her butt and she looked up at the clock anxiously. There were still twenty-five minutes to go! Her filling bladder was yet another form of torture piled on to her misery. Finally, the tickling came. Fernanda roared with laughter as the fingers attacked her again. They tickled her armpits, her feet, her limbs. She squirmed in place and squeezed her thighs together as tightly as she could. She could feel her bladder struggling to retain her urine as the violent fit of laughter rippled through her entire body. She urgently sucked at the straw, laughing helplessly as she drank. Wine spilled from her nose and ran down her young voluptuous body. Finally, the tickling stopped. Fernanda kept her legs pressed together as she recovered from the tickling. That had been close- she had almost wet her panties. She really had to go now. She shifted her hips, trying to ease the discomfort. It was hard enough enduring all this torture but worrying about not peeing herself was too much! Fernanda realized that she was in serious danger of having an accident before this was over. Another tickling session would surely end her. Even a spanking might be enough to make her pee. With twenty minutes to go, those things could easily happen again! Fernanda uneasily scanned the crowd around her. She was too drunk to even recite most of their names but she still couldn’t announce her need. She almost yelled out to Sarah, the testing supervisor, that she needed a bathroom break but couldn’t get herself to do it in front of so many people. So, she bit her lower lip and nervously awaited the next abuse. Surprisingly, it was nothing she expected. A pleasant and familiar sensation arose in her crotch. She looked down to see a set of fingers masturbating her pussy through the cotton cloth of her panties. She sighed in both relief and pleasure- finally something nice from this damned machine! The large hand which had spanked her a few minutes ago rose up to “hold” her ass as she got finger-fucked. Two more sets of fingers cupped and massaged her breasts through the silk bra. Fernanda moaned with pleasure in her drunken haze. It had been so long since she had sex- much too long. She got lost in the magical moment as her breathing intensified- she was approaching climax. A sudden and sharp pang from her full bladder immediately shifted her back to reality. She clenched her urethra and clamped her legs shut, fighting off the natural urge to orgasm. She was about to lose control! If she came, she would surely wet herself in front of everyone. Peeing her panties, in addition to climaxing! She could not let that happen! “Stop!” She gasped, no longer caring who heard her. “I need to PEE!” Sarah made no move to end the testing and the computer operator continued to let the machine run. The rubbing against her vagina intensified- the fingers were now vibrating as they massaged her most intimate region. Fernanda felt another wave of desperation shiver through her body. She just barely stopped her pee from escaping her pee-hole into her panties. “PLEASE!” she yelled. “I’M GOING TO PEE MYSELF!” Once again, nobody moved. There were clear erections in the pants of every man watching, as the extremely attractive South American woman helplessly struggled not to orgasm in public. Fernanda finally remembered what she had to do. She stuck the straw in her mouth yet again and drank heavily. The rubbing stopped just in time- she was seconds from orgasm. Her body screamed at being denied an earth-shattering orgasm and she involuntarily thrust her wet crotch in the direction of the fingers, craving further touching. She would have to finish herself off later in the privacy of the women’s room. The thought snapped her mind right back to her bladder. She was dangerously close to having an accident! She could barely make out the clock with her blurry vision- ten minutes still remained! There was no way she could wait that long! She wiggled in place, helplessly bound as waves of pee desperation ran through her. She could see her bladder bulging as the feelings of intense pleasure in her pussy made way to feelings of intense pain. “I NEED TO PEEEEEEE!” she screamed. “Please let me GOOOOOOOOO!” She was far too drunk to care about how she looked now to her coworkers. The only thing that mattered was getting to a toilet before she pissed herself. Still, no one responded to her wails. It shouldn’t have surprised her- she had seen many tests before. They were never stopped unless the tester was in real danger. Nearly all women begged to be let go before they succumbed to orgasm in front of their associates. Five minutes ticked by like five years and somehow Fernanda held on. Her panties were wet already- was it from her sexual excitement or her pee? She didn’t know. She was certain the damp spot was visible on the thin violet cloth, but couldn’t see past her engorged bladder to verify for herself. She prayed there was no more torture. Only five minutes to go- she might make it... might. Suddenly, she felt pressure on her stomach. The machine’s fingers were now pushing on bladder, making it nearly impossible to control her pee. “NOOOOOOOOOO!” She screamed to no avail, “Make it STOOOOOOP!” She was crying now, struggling valiantly to prevent a wetting accident. The incredible urge to surrender to her bladder’s demands pulsated through her but she somehow pushed her legs together and held on. Then, a hard surprise spank on her bottom. It was too much. She felt herself leak and felt a damp spot on the crotch of her panties. She felt a couple of warm drops splash at her bound feet as she struggled to regain control, only barely succeeding. The clock showed three minutes to go now- another spank was coming. She had to drink NOW! The wine seemed to flow right through her tense body straight into her bladder. She cried as she drank, knowing she had no choice. Another spank came as the fingers continued to exert incredible pressure on her tummy. Naturally, she lost control again. A longer squirt escaped her pussy this time, her hot pee running down her legs for everyone to see. She wondered what the point of struggling any longer was- she had already wet herself. Everyone was seeing her wet her panties. Yet, she somehow soldiered on trying to save the little dignity she had left by not having a full-blown accident. There was one last spank on her wet butt before she had finally drunk enough to halt this final gruesome torture. She almost lost complete control this time, just barely clenching the flow after three seconds of peeing down her legs. Her pee was flowing off the machine now, dripping to the floor. The fingers released her stomach, but the struggle to contain her pee seemed just as torturous. The final minute finally ticked off the clock and a few researchers walked over to undo Fernanda’s binds. The machine powered down as Sarah worked to unbuckle Fernanda’s feet. Fernanda knew she couldn’t hold on a moment longer- she was going to empty her bladder where she stood, plain and simple. “Please… I’m going to -” Her voice broke off into crying as her piss flooded her panties and drenched her boss below her. Sarah calmly continued to unbuckle her feet as the warm liquid ran down her hair and face to soak her thin white blouse, making it transparent. Fernanda looked on in shock as the attractive blonde’s breasts became unveiled to everyone there. Sarah waited until Fernanda’s binds were finally undone before helping her down from the machine. “Well, that went rather well don’t you think?” she remarked with a warm smile, as men around them looked on in utter shock. “Let’s go get cleaned up.” She led a very drunk and wet Fernanda to her personal restroom. Later that day, Fernanda accepted a permanent offer of employment with S3X Enterprises.
  13. Great find, mate- here ya go! Girls pee in pants so sexy.mp4
  14. Female

    Hey everyone, long time no see! I got a bit stoned today and came up with an idea which I felt I had to write out! Not sure how great this will end up being, but I am a fan of it right now (while still under the influence)... so here it is! Lizzie groaned as her bed shifted with the tell-tale movement of her girlfriend getting up to go to the bathroom again. Lizzie swore that Mila had just awoken her a few minutes ago to pee. It seemed as if the woman peed five times a night minimum. Of course, she had not always been like this. A few months ago, Mila and Lizzie had been out clubbing, drinking heavily and getting touchy right on the dance floor. They finally got so hot and horny that security kicked them out. A massive circle had formed around the ladies and loud protests had erupted from all directions as they were escorted out. The cool air had somehow filled their bladders in mere minutes as they waited for their cab on the busy sidewalk. Lizzie had always been the strong-bladdered type, but even she had to cross her legs as the desperation mounted. Mila was in much worse shape and had her hands in her crotch even though she was in full view of horny lads walking by. Her face was filled with severe anxiety as she danced in place. Lizzie couldn't help but recall that neither of them had visited the ladies all night. No, they had been much too into each other on dance floor, happily accepting drink after drink from men who eagerly wanted to see the show progress further. It was surprising since Mila commonly asked to stop on road trips, well before Lizzie felt the slightest need to urinate or their gas tank needed refilling. Still, she only peed once per night, twice max. It sometimes woke Lizzie up, but it was really no big deal. She loved her girlfriend just the same. Plus the 3 a.m. wake-up frequently led to all sorts of fun activities before they drifted back to sleep. The events of that fateful night had changed everything. By the time the cab finally came, Mila was on the verge of squatting at the edge of the sidewalk. Lizzie had stopped her once, fearing an arrest from one of the police vehicles passing by ever so often on the busy street. However, it was clear Mila would have no choice but to pee very soon- either in her sexy little black dress or on the pavement below. Mila got into the cab first, never releasing her tight clench on her tight snatch. Lizzie nervously watched her rock back and forth violently on the seat, knowing Mila's hot liquid could flow all over it any second. Her own need for relief had grown significantly and she casually pushed her own fingers into her crotch, taking advantage of the darkness in the cab. The driver had noticed the girls' predicament and he worrisomely glanced at his rear-view mirror every few seconds. It was his busiest night of the week and a pee puddle in his back seat would certainly ruin it. Fortunately, it wasn't a long ride home. As the cab slowed to a stop five minutes later, Lizzie could tell her girlfriend was in serious danger. Wordlessly, she pushed open the door and hobbled out in her heels, trying to run towards the entrance to their apartment complex. The shock of standing up and half-running to the nearest possible toilet was too much for her strained bladder. Mila exploded before she could even get her key in the door and wet her dress. Lizzie absent-mindedly threw a ten at the driver and rushed to help her girlfriend, but it was way too late. Mila had stopped trying to open the door and stood with her hand on the handle. A powerful pee flood flowed down her slender legs and she sighed in overwhelming relief of finally letting go. Despite her own severe need to pee, Lizzie admired the sight of her gorgeous Brazilian girlfriend wetting herself in the warm glow of the hall light. It was surprisingly erotic. Mila started sobbing and Lizzie shook herself awake. She needed to get to a toilet NOW! Seeing Mila's accident and her huge puddle flowing down the walkway was not helping matters at all. Lizzie grabbed her stunned girlfriend's hand, wishing she had time to console her but knowing she didn't. She had the door opened in an instant and dragged Mila up the stairs to their room. Lizzie leaked briefly as she hopped in place trying to unlock the door, one hand gripping her pussy through the thin silk fabric of her purple dress. She somehow prevented herself from soaking her panties right there and swung the door open forcefully. Leaving Mila behind and the apartment door open, Lizzie raced to the only bathroom in the one-bedroom unit and switched on the light. Seeing the toilet was too much. She started peeing forcefully as she lifted her dress and took two giant steps to plant her lingerie-clad ass on the toilet seat. She closed her eyes and sighed with sheer relief as a huge pee stream flowed through the gusset of her expensive red panties into the water below. Lizzie regained her senses a few seconds later, in mid-pee. The bathroom door was still open! Her eyelids flew open and she was relieved to see there was no sign of Mila at the doorway. Lizzie did not want her girlfriend seeing her having an embarrassing pee accident! Lizzie grabbed the toilet bowl cleaner beside her and reached out to push the door shut. Her eyes drifted to the floor where her pee drops formed a messy trail from the doorway to her feet. She would clean it up after this long pee was finally done. As she pushed out the last drops, Lizzie felt waves of pleasure and electricity flow through her curvy Caucasian body. The feeling of losing control in her panties had been so... indescribable. And the relief- oh God, the relief of finally peeing! And on top of her own experience, seeing Mila soak herself! She had seemed so helpless, so vulnerable. Lizzie was once again lost in a moment on the toilet seat and she reached down to touch herself though her drenched panties. Touching, and being touched by, Mila all night was enough to get her worked up, but the peeing had been way too exciting. She came on the toilet in a minute flat, screaming with pleasure before coming to an abrupt stop as she realized her girlfriend and neighbours could hear her drunk wails. Hurriedly, she ripped off her wet panties and used them to wipe the floor. She flushed and threw the panties in the vanity cupboard. She would wash them first-thing tomorrow morning before Mila could find them. Lizzie exited the bathroom expecting to have Mila questioning her about the wailing. However, her still-dressed girlfriend was already lying on the bed, fast asleep. Thanking her lucky stars, Lizzie stripped off her dress to join Mila on the bed, stark naked. She couldn't help but glance at the dark streaks on her drunk girlfriend's dress one last time before turning out the light. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Tell me how you remember that night, Mila." The psychiatrist leaned forward and removed her glasses, causing her natural blonde hair to flow down to her eyes. She casually waved her hand to brush the minor inconvenience away. Lizzie looked over at her obviously humiliated girlfriend, hoping for an answer. As with several of the past questions, Mila looked down at the folded hands on her lap without uttering a sound. Lizzie felt gravely concerned for her lover. She still loved her beyond even her own imagination but Mila had been having serious issues and they were putting their relationship in serious risk. Dr. Jan addressed Mila again after a long pause. "Would you prefer if we spoke alone, without Lizzie here?" Mila shook her head slowly. "No, I want her here." The shrink gave Lizzie an encouraging sign. before speaking again. "That's great Mila- I'm glad you want Lizzie around. Lizzie, why don't you tell us what happened that night and maybe Mila can chip in a little later." Lizzie looked over at Mila who still refused to make eye contact and began retelling the story, just as she had last week. She tried to put every detail as delicately as possible- Mila's wetting accident, her bedwetting, and the gradual relationship breakdown ever since. The morning after Lizzie had awoken in a warm, wet bed with her girlfriend sobbing beside her, they had not had sex or even communicated freely. They had not gone out on a date or done anything romantic. Mila had become reserved, almost as if she couldn't overcome the embarrassment of peeing herself in Lizzie's presence. Furthermore, she was waking up many times each night to pee which deprived both her and Lizzie of a restful sleep. Lizzie's work had really suffered since she felt so fatigued by the end of the workday. Mila's daytime bathroom habits had changed too. She peed almost once an hour and grew anxious when Lizzie occupied the bathroom for more than a few minutes. The couple had visited their family doctor and he had said there was nothing physically wrong with Mila and had recommended Dr. Jan. Lizzie was starting to fear that her life with Mila was truly over. "Mila, do you have anything to add to what Lizzie just said?" Mila had started crying as she heard the story again, tears were dripping down her face as she kept her head bowed. She just shook her head. The shrink sighed and paused, as if she was unsure about what to do. Suddenly, she set her jaw as if her mind was made. "What I see here is a common case of obsessive compulsive disorder. Mila's mind is set on one thing, her accidents that night. I'm going to recommend an intimacy exercise which might help her get back to where she needs to be. However, keep in mind that this is also a pragmatic approach so that is a key reason why I've recommended this instead of something more... conventional." __________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Lizzie's womanhood tingled with excitement as she walked back to the car, shopping bag in hand. The cashier had given her a weird look as she had paid but who cared what he thought! She hadn't even told the shrink or Mila about her secret fetish and somehow things had worked out perfectly! Lizzie forced herself to calm down before getting back into her Honda Civic. Mila didn't speak the entire ride home, but Lizzie could sense her sneaking nervous glances over at her. As they walked into their condo, Mila obediently made her way to the bed as she had promised to do. Lizzie undid her girlfriend's pants for the first time in weeks and pulled her panties down to her knees. Then, she tore open the large package to pull out an adult diaper. She felt herself getting excited as she lifted her girlfriend's butt to slide the diaper under her. She resisted the strong urge to touch her lover's pussy as she diapered her up. The diaper was too bulky to pull Mila's pants over top of. So, Lizzie took them off completely, leaving her girlfriend in just a diaper and t-shirt. That night before bed, Lizzie dutifully removed Mila's wet diaper and prepared a fresh one. This time, she could not resist touching her girl. She was far too horny and had been deprived for far too long. Surprisingly, Mila didn't resist as she had all the recent advances. Instead, she howled with pleasure as Lizzie licked her pee-covered vulva. Lizzie finished dressing Mila in a clean diaper and put her to bed before heading to the shower to take care of her own needs. She had a beautiful night to look forward with her baby finally in diapers.