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    Given that last time I got picked up for using too many tags I have just used the most relevant ones this time. In short this video is about a group of schoolgirls who are introduced to diapers by their school teacher. I don't know enough Japanese to translate but it seems like the teacher is trying to teach the girls either about diapers or omutsu. If someone could translate what she writes on the board it might help with the distinction. The teacher first tries to get the girls to put on baby pull up diapers but none are successful. So the teacher then demonstrates how to put a diaper on by putting a diaper on one of the students. The class then split up into pairs to diaper each other. The girls then play around for a bit and end up putting a diaper on the teacher. The teacher then demonstrates how to pee in the diaper and the other girls do the same at various times. The teacher and girls also have their diapers changed at various points. There is a short public scene where one of the girls (and presumably another who is holding the camera) go for a short walk through some streets and a parking garage while wearing their diapers. There is then a VERY softcore sex scene between the teacher and her boyfriend/husband. It starts with her diapering her boyfriend/husband and then they continue to be intimate. The scene is censored/regulated so you don't get to see anything and most of it is hidden by the diapers anyways. The intimacy ends with the teacher having and orgasm and then a cut to where she gives the boyfriend/husband a blowjob. I left the scene in for completeness. I personally skip this scene when watching it. The final scene is of three of the schoolgirls in a bedroom soaking their diapers and changing. With the scenes in the classroom, the wettings were only small, however in this scene the girls really let go. I am not sure but it looks like the girls may be having a competition to see who can pee the most into their diaper. The movie ends with the girls changing their diapers and a fade out.

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  2. This experience is going to be pretty short because there wasn’t a huge build up of desperation before hand seeing as I was sleeping. That being said I hope you all enjoy it anyway. As always every story I’ve posted thus far have been from my real life experience. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to add a fiction disclaimer. While this was a few years ago I was definitely still an adult at the time (probably 20 years old) ______________________________ I’d really like to chalk this up to having an odd or stressful day or even something out of the ordinary happening but I can’t. The day before had gone on like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary. I had gotten up, had an easy morning, went into work around noon and left at maybe 9pm that evening. When I got home 45 minuets later I didn’t do anything differently. I stripped out of my work clothes, put on some comfy pajamas (a T-shirt and panties), relaxed for a while, had some dinner & water, and got ready for bed around midnight. All of those things add up to an uneventful, boring work day. What’s not boring, however, are my dreams. My dreams typically consist of something like ‘a flying neon purple tiger is walking on top of buildings made out of violins and I have to save the Pope from evil talking vacuum cleaners who are trying to take over the world.’ Those are the kinds of dreams I have, but I always have them. When I went to bed that night I turned out all the lights (save for a hallway night light, I don’t like the dark), flicked on my ceiling fan, plugged my phone in, got under my covers, and started to drift off. I soon fell sound asleep and my dreaming began. I only remember parts of my dream but I know I was in a pretty fancy museum or antique shop of sorts and I was talking to someone, perhaps an employee, who I didn’t know at all and she absolutely would not shut up. I really didn’t want to be talking to this person because in my dream I was trying to get to the bathroom and I couldn’t duck out of the conversation politely. She was wearing this historical costume gown like Marie Antoinette style and shuffling along after me as I walked around. I was going from display to display and getting more and more annoyed because she kept following me. Finally, I ended up in front of a painting and she ran off to join a parade of other people dressed in historical gowns that all looked extremely beautiful. Briefly I began to feel left out and cursed myself for not dressing up for the museum gown parade. At this point I had held it so long trying to get away from this dream woman I was absolutely shaking with the need to pee. I looked around desperately and eureka! I spotted a single restroom across the hall and sighed in relief. At the thought of relieving myself my bladder pulsed and twitched and I almost lost control but held my crotch just in time. Getting control of my need wasn’t easy but I straightened up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Not a person in sight, perfect. This was my chance, I was finally alone and I can head to the bathroom. I power walked, almost jogged, down the main hall past beautiful statues, paintings, and fine jewelry on display. I quickly made it to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to knock first but it ended up being empty anyway. I turned to lock the door behind me with a smile on my face because I knew I had made it just fine. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and began to pee....ahh so much better.. Shit. My eyes snapped open at the feel of wetness around me and my body automatically stopped the stream. Wait, was that real or was that all in my dream? I sleepily and timidly lifted my blanket to clearly reveal I had absolutely wet the bed. My panties were soaked, my sheets were soaked beneath me, my blanket was damp, the hem of my shirt was a bit damp as well. My heart was pounding from being so abruptly startled out of a dream and I squinted over at my alarm clock, the red letters reading 3:30am, great. And I sill had to pee pretty badly because apparently I had emptied only half my bladder. I knew I couldn’t keep my stream stopped for too long so I jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom across the hall. The ceiling fan making me shiver from the wetness around me. I practically kicked open the door and yanked my wet panties down to the floor where they made a damp fabric sound on the ice cold tile. I didn’t even sit down all the way when my body gave out and continued my stream. I audibly sighed, it felt so good. All the built up pressure finally leaving me. It felt like my bladder was empting itself forever but of course it ended up stopping eventually. “Time to see the damage I did” I thought as I stood back up. I automatically pulled up my underwear without even thinking and by now they were FREEZING. I shivered again at the feeling. I glanced up in front of me at the full length bathroom mirror and pouted at what I saw. Me standing there with hard nipples poking through my shirt from the cold and totally soaked pink lacy cotton panties. I decided to leave them on while I washed my hands and checked on my sheets. I got back to my bedroom, flipped on the light switch and walked over to my bed. Fuck. The puddle was bigger than I thought it would be and it had spread out considerably. My blanket wasn’t too bad but definitely had gotten wet. I quickly stripped my sheets and walked downstairs. The wetness from my lower half was rubbing me the wrong way, but it felt exhilarating being out in the open totally wet with no way to hide myself. Laundry was started and I jogged back up to my upstairs bathroom with the intention of jumping in the shower but I decided to hold off. While this wetting was totally unplanned I still prefer punishments to come after accidents. So I sat in my bathtub with my freezing cold soaked lacy panties and shamefully did kegel exercises for the entire length of my laundry cycle. Thankfully I was alone in the house and I didn’t have to sneak my bed wetting sheets past anyone but I still felt utterly humiliated. I mean, I’m an adult not a little girl who has to wear pull-ups to bed. I should be able to control my bladder, not keep having accidents. Oh well, at least I get to share this experience with you guys. :-)
  3. Charlie Kirby

    female PJ Wetting on the Floor

    I have little time today, so I'm going to experiment with a short story (at least by comparison to my others). I'd love to hear your thoughts on this style of writing. After the first few months of term-time past, I was beginning to settle into college life. I was living in a shared student cottage, rented by six of us in the British countryside. It was about a half hour cycle from the college. I had the attic room, a cute little space with a sloping ceiling and an arched window overlooking fields. The walls were plastered and the floor was solid wood. Under the window was my desk, and my bed was tucked in the opposite corner. One Sunday, not that long ago, I woke in a horny mood. I hadn't felt warm pee since my fling with Hannah, and I was beginning to feel confutable with the idea of setting again. More so, it was a really welcoming idea. So here I was, awake and horny in my little attic room. Not sure what to do with myself, I crawled out of bed and took to my laptop. I found myself on this forum, and after reading some topics, I wrote up one of my experiences back home. Doing so had made me more horny. The nights are cold in the UK so I wear pyjamas, but liking to keep the feeling I freedom I opt for no underwear. I could feel myself getting sticky, and as I worked through the story I got wetter and wetter. I was torn between wetting myself and masterbating. I finished up the story and logged off. It was mid morning and the need for my first pee of the day was domineering. Feeling like a very very naughty girl I decided to sit on the wooden floor. My legs were crossed. My heart beefed fast. I held my breath. My pants suddenly felt hot. A wet patch grew in the soft cotton and splash! The stream broke trough. The warm pee engulfed my ankles and with a tremendous hissing a puddle grew around my bottom. What a naught naughty girl I was! But oh, it was great! It went on and on. I splashed my trembling hands in the ever growing puddle, biting my lip. As the stream slowed up tickled myself through the wet cotton, teasing out every last drop. I felt awake. My spine buzzed and my chest pumped fast. A nervousness naughty butterfly filled my stomach. I sat for a while, enjoying the content. Eventually I mopped the floor and headed for the shared bathroom bathroom where I locked myself in, powered up the shower and had a little play.
  4. I was in 6th grade and my Mom chucked a pair of my Dad's old satin boxers in the scrap bin/cleaning rag bucket. I pulled them out when I was going to wash the cars one Saturday. She had probably bought them for him (He was an engineer and would never have splurged on himself.) They were so silky and smooth, I'd never seen silky (red!) boxers before and I thought they looked in too good a shape to waste in the rag bin. So I snuck them into my room. It was a few weeks later when I came across them again (I hid them well), and I slipped them on before climbing in bed. They were so smooth. I move around a lot in my sleep (I am told ... I am a narcoleptic and drop right into REM sleep). I remember waking up to a different feeling. I was on my stomach and toward the foot of the bed. I felt slick and wet, so I stuck my hand inside the boxers. I was very sticky and damp. It was strange being at the end of the foot of the bed, with the covers over my head and all, so I slid up. It wasn't as easy as I thought ... and the feeling of the satin on me was making me very aroused and giddy. I must have been part asleep (I thought) because as soom as I scooted up to the top, I started sliding back down the mattress. I felt myself drip / pour as I slid down toward the end of the bed, wondering if I was asleep or not. I tasted my fingers. They were sticky and sweet with a little bit of salty mixed in. I scooted back up and started to slide again, feeling like I was going to have to pee a lot. I was thinking 'OK, this is the part of the dream where I know I need to wake up and find the bathroom.' And I can usually drop out of a dream and wake if I have to go urgently - but this wasn't working. And everything seemed off. The room was tilted and I thought it was going to be another one like The Poseidon Adventure crossed with Amelia Bedelia's upside down house. (Yes, I still have those dreams of trying to pee up into toilets mounted on the ceiling because of the movie and book.) As I slid back down, It dawned on me that the room was OK, I was moving. And I could not hold on any more. I put my hands against myself and flooded the bed, feeling the warmth spread from the top of my boxers to my stomach. It was soaking wet. It was pee and sweet at the same time. I kissed the wet spot and licked it like it was a melted lemon sherbet on my fingers. I tried to suck all of the liquid out of the sheets. I came in my soaking wet boxers, my face buried into the bed, my toes against the floor. I took off the boxers and licked them clean. After, I was completely spent - and I know it was a long time after because the inky black sky was turning grey outside my window - I rolled over and realized that the slats under the box spring had shifted and fallen off the bedrails and the mattress had teetered the boxspring. I took a shower; changed my clothes; and then put all of the wet sheets and clothes into the washer. I reseated the slats and put a towel over the wet spot on the mattress.
  5. Hello everyone! This is a story from the other day, that I wanted to post but had already posted that day. This isn't a wetting story but I have a couple of those ill post soon. Anyway, our boiler is a complete pain, I've made my bed into a cocoon of blankets, clothes and study materials seeing as it's always so cold. On this fateful Eve I was in warm comfy clothes lying in bed, with my headphones in talking to homeanddry, when A, my housemate, knocked the door. HaD heard her when I didn't, so I told her to come in quick. She said she was going for a shower did I need the bathroom. I said 'no, no' so off she went. But then I realised I really did have to pee and had been holding for a while, and literally had been complaining the entire time to HaD!! Uh oh.... After 10 minutes I heard the shower turn on, and my bladder was really pulsating now, I had tears in my eyes. I tried not to acknowledge this thought, but I have a plastic bin with a lid by my bed as I get ill from some medication I take sometimes. As time passed and I was sat rocking on the edge of the bed I pulled the bin towards me. It scraped along the floor and I was worried it was too loud. I thought about it but my brain told me I couldn't. I waited and fought and crossed my legs hard, but I could feel my bladder about to give out. I shakily removed the lid off the bin, pulled down my sweatpants and panties and positioned myself over the bin. I could hear my housemate was still in the shower so I hoped she couldn't hear, took a deep breath, and let go. It hissed out of me splattering the empty plastic of the bin but became quite a loud obvious sound once it was liquid hitting liquid. I peed for ages with my breath held, balancing and shaking. When I was done my legs were a bit dead so I nearly knocked over the bin trying to stand up! I looked in the bin and I must have peed over a litre but not quite a litre and a half. When A was out of the shower I snuck in and washed out my bin!! Hope you enjoyed it EQ x
  6. File Name: [Female Diaper Wetting] OfficeKS DVKS 45 Schoolgirls Diaper Experience File Submitter: SIMAB File Submitted: 08 Sep 2013 File Category: Anime / Japanese Videos Clothing: Diaper Given that last time I got picked up for using too many tags I have just used the most relevant ones this time. In short this video is about a group of schoolgirls who are introduced to diapers by their school teacher. I don't know enough Japanese to translate but it seems like the teacher is trying to teach the girls either about diapers or omutsu. If someone could translate what she writes on the board it might help with the distinction. The teacher first tries to get the girls to put on baby pull up diapers but none are successful. So the teacher then demonstrates how to put a diaper on by putting a diaper on one of the students. The class then split up into pairs to diaper each other. The girls then play around for a bit and end up putting a diaper on the teacher. The teacher then demonstrates how to pee in the diaper and the other girls do the same at various times. The teacher and girls also have their diapers changed at various points. There is a short public scene where one of the girls (and presumably another who is holding the camera) go for a short walk through some streets and a parking garage while wearing their diapers. There is then a VERY softcore sex scene between the teacher and her boyfriend/husband. It starts with her diapering her boyfriend/husband and then they continue to be intimate. The scene is censored/regulated so you don't get to see anything and most of it is hidden by the diapers anyways. The intimacy ends with the teacher having and orgasm and then a cut to where she gives the boyfriend/husband a blowjob. I left the scene in for completeness. I personally skip this scene when watching it. The final scene is of three of the schoolgirls in a bedroom soaking their diapers and changing. With the scenes in the classroom, the wettings were only small, however in this scene the girls really let go. I am not sure but it looks like the girls may be having a competition to see who can pee the most into their diaper. The movie ends with the girls changing their diapers and a fade out. Click here to download this file
  7. Last night I had an incredible urge to do something naughty. I was lying on my bed thinking about me and Hannah, and imagining her sat with me piddling all over my sheets. Safe to say I was very turned on, awfully horny and most of all, I did quite need to pee. I'm sure you know what it's like to be starting to get the urge to pee whilst not wanting the bore of sitting on the loo. So I began to think of possibilities. A few years ago, while I was still living at home with my parents, I secretly wet myself in the woods. I had done many a time, but the one I was thinking of now was unique. I'd positioned myself upside down so I could experience an unimaginable warm, soggy outcome. The more I though of it, the more I think wanted to do it again. I was getting very excited. I hoped out of bed and hurriedly dressed myself in the day before's dirty clothes- a pair of light coloured joggings and a thick, long sleeve cardigan. It was dark blue with a few specks of shimmery glitter. I wore no underwear. I was shaking with excitement, the adrenalin was surging through me. I grabbed some more bunched up clothing from my wash basket and piled them close to the wall next to the door. Then, after locking myself in, cushioning myself in the clothes and supporting my head with both hands, I flipped myself up into a headstand against the wall. It was a hard to position to hold. I could feel my the blood rushing to my head. Upside down and with no bra, my chest was feeling very odd. I breathed deeply. I couldn't hold myself for long, I had to be quick. Closing my eyes, I gave my bladder a few long, hard squeezes. It was all it took. I felt a sudden rushing of warmth exploding around my crotch. The hot stream of pee burst up, through the thin padding in the jeggings beforing turning and hammering back down on me. The spray soaked in around my thighs as the warm pee came tumbling round my bottom, gushing with an immense tingling, down inbetween my cheeks. It came poring down my back, soaking the thick fabric of the cardie. A small warm trickle had been thrown forward by my jeggings and came tickling down my front. The loud hissing was combined with all manor of sounds as the warm pee tumbled down through my cardie. It was such a different experience. I was aching with pleasure. I was such a bad girl! Long after my bladder was empty, hot yellow liquid continued to cascade over my neck, down into my hair and out over the clothes on the floor. I was stuggling to hold myself there and had to stand up. I was convered. A huge wet patch spanned my back and covered my bottom. My hair, not tied back, was dripping warm pee. My heart raced, my crotch throbbed. Quickly I pulled off my pee covered clothes and adorned my dressing gown. I was feeling far to naughty to just leave, so I pushing my dressing gown out of the way and forced a few more hot jets of pee onto the hard wood floor. I rushed to the washroom and hopped in the shower where at long last I could let the hot water run over me. Unbelieving of how good and messy peeing upside down was, and way too turned on not to, I couldn't help put have a play in the shower.