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  1. LIQUID GOLD 6 - Scene 2 View File LIQUID GOLD 6 - Scene 2. Big Boobs, Milf pissing video with pee loving slut. ... To make it simpler, we’ve put similar piss porn videos right under the video player to see related clips right away! And if you want to pick some very specific niche, you can easily do that by clicking the grey “tag” box above the video. And finally, if there is something wrong with the video, you can simply click the report button right under the video. Submitter AlexGames Submitted 05/26/2023 Category Female  
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  3. Andrew and Amanda had been dating for about a month now and things were going really good. Both of them were extremely happy as this was the best relationship either of them had in a long time. It was Friday night and they were planning on going out drinking since it was Amanda's 21st birthday. Andrew had just turned 21 the month before. He was also a bit nervous because Amanda had asked him to stay over her apartment tonight as well. He told her he would think about it as they got off of the phone last night. Since the relationship was fairly new, he wasn't sure how to talk to Amanda about his little nighttime problem. He wasn't sure how to tell his girlfriend that he still wets the bed pretty often. He kept thinking and thinking but still couldn't come up with enough courage to tell her that he was still a bedwetter, something he dealt with his entire life. Even more embarrassing is the fact that he still peed in his pants sometimes during the day too. Luckily he never had an accident in front of Amanda. Luckily his daytime accidents were not as frequent as his bedwetting accidents. He kept thinking about how to tell her about his bladder problems as he was finishing up his work. It was almost 5:00 and he was ready to get this Friday started. Amanda had taken the day off of work for her birthday and she spent the day cleaning up her apartment. She was anticipating Andrew staying the night, or at least she was hoping that he would. She continued to clean the kitchen when all of a sudden she had a bladder spasm and leaked a little bit into her panties. She ran to the bathroom but she was peeing full force by the time she got there, pee running down her legs and soaking her pajama pants and socks. "Damn, I didn't make it in time," she mumbled, staring at the puddle of pee on the bathroom floor. Her panty liner couldn't hold a full accident. Amanda got undressed, put her wet clothes in the hamper, tossed the wet panty liner in the trash and then cleaned thr floor. She jumped in the shower and started to get ready since Andrew was getting off work soon. As she showered her thoughts ran wild too. She was wondering how to tell Andrew about her bladder problems. Her bladder was extremely overactive and she had accidents sometimes. She was a chronic bedwetter as a kid and she still wet the bed sometimes too. She wondered if Andrew would notice the mattress protector that was on her bed. Once Andrew clocked out he left work and headed home. Once he was there he finished packing his bag just in case he did decide to stay at Amanda's place. He made sure to pack extra clothes, including extra underwear, just in case. He also packed two pairs of pajamas and he packed a few pairs of his overnight pull-ups in the other compartment of his bag. He wasn't sure if he would have the courage to wear a pull-up diaper to bed with his new girlfriend. He thought maybe he would just stay awake all night so there would be no risk of having an accident. As he was thinking and zipping up his bag his phone rang. He answered it, "Hey babe. I was just finishing up getting ready. I'm about to leave and head over. Once I get to your place we can get a taxi to the bar. See you soon," he said as he hung up the phone. He grabbed his bag and headed out the door.
  4. Hello everyone, I'm male, 5' 11", 185lbs, I've got short brown hair parted low on my left and swished over to the right, blue eyes, and wasn't wearing any clothes while sleeping. Backstory: I have severe urge incontinence caused by nerve damage from a crappy surgeon who repaired my intestinal hernia twice, only for both repairs to fail. The hernia is now properly repaired thanks to another hospital, but the nerve damage from the first surgeon's multiple failed attempts is done. Due to this, the nerves around my bladder misbehave and cause urges (the urgent need to urinate RIGHT NOW), spasms, contractions, and this weird feeling of tap dancers inside my bladder. I'm currently on pills to keep my incontinence at bay, and they work very well, however, the day of this story, I forgot to take my pills, and things happened. It was about 8:45 when I arrived home from visiting old friends that I honestly don't get to see nearly as often as I should. On the drive home, I was getting spasms and tap dancers and was just barely hanging on, begging that I wouldn't wet in my sports car. I finally parked, rushed inside, and wet myself in the living room, like, emptied my bladder on the carpet and had to rinse off, change, and run the carpet cleaner. About 9:30, the Gatorade I'd drank earlier caught up to me and I was getting back to back urges with little time to rest in between. I danced and doubled over and grabbed my dick and eventually wet myself right in front of the bathroom door while my brother was getting out of the bath. Like, he was legit about to let me in, and I just popped right there. Cue rinsing off again, changing again, and shampooing the carpet outside the bathroom. I told myself I'd put on one of my NorthShore diapers before hitting the bed, but somehow forgot? I don't even know how I forgot. I have no explanation. At about 11:45, I snapped awake to a set of powerful urges that were trying to push the pee right out of me! It was the entire quartet! Sudden, unbelievably strong need to pee, spasms, tap dancers, and contractions! I could still fight back, and hoped for dear life that the urge would pass... They did not. I got back to back nearly continues urges with spasms and contractions mixed in! Every contraction threatened to force out a boiling hot spurt, every spasm made me squirm in desperation even more than I already was, and the sudden urges to pee were almost unbearable! I'd never been hit by the entire quartet at once before, and it was a hell of a fight! I was shaking from a mix of worry and desperation, had begun breathing very heavily, and had no choice but to forcefully grab my dick through the covers! My knees shot up and down, my legs and thighs rubbed together, my hand grabbed my dick, and I shook as my bladder threatened to go off like a bomb! I knew there was no way I could stand up without fully wetting myself right there, so I just kept fighting in hopes that the urges would pass. They did not, they only became stronger. I could no longer stop the spurts forced out of me by the erratic contractions, and the bed spread between my hand and my dick became warm and damp. I knew I couldn't hold it any longer, and I had to make a decision: wet the bed, or wet the carpet? I nearly completely lost it on the bed as I rolled off and quickly sat on the floor! I don't know why, maybe I was still hoping the urges would stop, but I kept fighting with all my spirit! I lost one powerful spurt after another with nearly no breaks in between, pushing and shoving their way through the gaps between my fingers as I held myself, still desperately trying to hang on until the urges passed and I could dash to the restroom! Then it happened... I just couldn't do it anymore... My boiling hot spurts turned into one stupidly powerful stream, threatening to shoot across the room if my hand were to move even the slightest amount! I learned forwards, opened my legs that were folded under me, and pissed straight down onto the carpet with amazing force! It splashed all over my butt, my dick and balls, my legs, and even my stomach! I can't explain how powerful the stream was! I never thought it could get that strong! Once again, I had to rinse off, and run the carpet cleaner before going to bed once again. This time, I remembered the diaper. This is the end of the story, as I hope to peacefully drift off to sleep and not have to deal with this now that I'm wearing my diaper.
  5. I'm already 22 years old, but I still sleep every day of the week and I can't even pee, so I'm always on my clothes
  6. meadow

    cuddle bedwetting

    From the album: meadow's wetting art

    "??why is there water on my leg what time is it"
  7. Restocked on diapers for my overnight accidents. I'll let you know whether or not I stay dry tonight 🤭 I've had a few glasses of wine so we'll see how my bladder does.
  8. Lavender despised her. It wasn’t the fact that she was a mudblood; Lavender wasn’t prejudiced about such things, despite being a pure-blood witch herself. It was just the fact that she was so … perfect. When they’d been first years, it hadn’t been so bad. She’d been brilliant at everything in class, of course. Most gifted witch of her age and all that nonsense, but she’d at least looked bookish and hadn’t been overly popular. However, as time had gone on, her renown with the other students had increased, and she had actually started to have some social clout. The real killer had been when she’d muscled in on Lavenders boyfriend, her sweet Ron-Ron. It was at that point that Lavender had decided that Hermione needed to pay. Of course, getting revenge on Hermione was no easy task. She really was a gifted witch. Any sort of plot involving curses was unlikely to work and was the sort of thing that could get Lavender expelled if it came back to her. It became clear to Lavender fairly early on that she would need to find a completely non-magical way to get back at Hermione. Every day that passed by with no revenge was an insult in Lavender’s eyes. She even had to share a room with her… That was it! That was Lavender’s great advantage. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen it before. Several years before, Lavender’s older cousin had come to stay for the summer, and they had been sharing a room with Lavender. Lavender had been crestfallen on the first morning to awake to a wet bed, something which she thought she had long outgrown, and her cousin laughing at her. After Lavender’s mother had intervened, the cousin had revealed that it was possible to make somebody wet the bed purely by putting their hand in warm water while they were sleeping. This, thought Lavender, was surely the key. Gifted though Hermione might be, she was not immune to shame and humiliation. Lavender was sure that Hermione would be significantly less high and mighty if she woke up with a soggy bottom. However, as much as doing it once and then telling everybody that Hermione had wet her bed might be entertaining, but Lavender thought that it would be much more fun to make it an ongoing thing. She put her plan into action that very night. Waiting until she was quite sure that all the other girls were asleep, she approached Hermione’s bed with a bowl of warm water. ‘Hermy?’ she whispered, just to be sure. There was no reply. Lavender gently lifted Hermione’s wrist, placing her hand into the bowl. At first nothing seemed to be happening. Lavender had no idea how long this was supposed to take. She wondered if she had done something wrong. Then she heard a hiss. Carefully, she lifted the duvet. In the gloom, she could clearly see that Hermione was piddling in her pajamas. The light blue crotch was dark and glistening as she relieved herself in her sleep. Lavender disposed of the evidence and went to bed. She fell asleep with a smile on her face. Over the next few mornings, a clear pattern emerged. Hermione, normally inclined to rise early and scurry off to the library to stick her nose in a book, had developed a tendency to stay in bed until all the other girls were up, dressed and out of the room. As soon as she thought the coast was clear, she would jump out of bed, grab her wand and resolve the issue of the wet sheets. However, she didn’t like the idea of using magic on her pajamas as she was wearing them. It would probably be fine, but the last thing she wanted was to be stuck wearing wet pajamas all day because she’d made a minor mistake with an incantation. Instead, she would head to the bathroom that was adjoined to the dormitory, peel off her sopping pajamas and knickers and take a long, hot shower. Of course, the other girls noticed the change in Hermione’s habits, but only Lavender knew the reason for them. ‘She’s probably just stressed after everything that’s gone on,’ she told the other Gryffindor ladies, despite knowing full well that the little princess of Hogwarts was having night time issues. Lavender allowed this to continue for about a week and a half before she put the next part of her plan into action. She’d had fun watching Hermione squirm but now it was time to turn it up a notch. One by one the other girls rose and left the dormitory until only Hermione and Lavender remained. While Hermione pretended to be asleep, Lavender cast a crafty sound-nullifying spell so that they wouldn’t be overheard, then she strode up to Hermione’s bed. ‘Wake up sleepy head!’ she cried as she pulled the cover off, exposing Hermione’s shameful secret. Hermione screamed, desperately trying to cover her crotch with her hands but failing miserably to do so. The fact that she was lying in a large wet patch didn’t help either. ‘Oh Hermy,’ said Lavender, voice dripping with faux sympathy, ‘have you had a wickle accident?’ There was silence. Hermione looked away and blushed. ‘I asked you a question Hermy…’ Lavender knew that Hermione hated being called that. ‘Well, obviously,’ she said, ‘you know full well that I’ve wet the bed. It’s never happened before though!’ ‘That’s a lie,’ said Lavender. ‘You and I both know that the reason you’ve been waiting for everybody to leave in the mornings is because you keep wetting yourself.’ ‘Look, just don’t tell anybody, please.’ ‘Well, if you want to keep it a secret you’re going to need to do something about it. It won’t just go away on its own.’ ‘It might…’ ‘No, no Hermione. If you want this to stay a secret, you’re going to have to let me help you. You clearly can’t deal with this on your own.’ ‘Help me? How exactly are you going to help me?’ ‘Well,’ said Lavender, ‘we’ll start by getting you out of those wet things. Then we’ll lay down some ground rules.’ Lavender marched Hermione into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. ‘Now I know this is embarrassing for you Hermy, but you have to remember that it’s just between you and me, and that I’m helping you.’ Hermione didn’t reply. She simply stood there, hands crossed over her crotch in a futile attempt to cover her soaked pajamas while she stared at her feet. ‘First things first, let’s get you out of those wet things,’ said Lavender. ‘But … you’ll see me,’ said Hermione. ‘We’re all girls here. Don’t make a fuss. Take them off.’ Hermione could see that there wasn’t really much of an argument to be had here. Plus, she really did want to be out of her wet clothes. Acquiescing, she took off her top first, revealing her naked chest underneath. Next she removed the pajama bottoms and her knickers in one motion, leaving her standing in front of Lavender wearing absolutely nothing, blushing as she saw Lavender’s eyes lingering on her pubic curls. ‘Right, you’ll have to shower. No offense, but you smell pretty bad. That’ll happen if you insist on peeing all over yourself. While you’re in there, you’re going to need to take care of … that situation,’ said Lavender, pointing at Hermione’s crotch. ‘What do you mean?’ asked Hermione. ‘It’s not usually a problem, I’m sure. But if you’re going to be piddling your pants like this, hair down there simply isn’t very sanitary. It needs to go, I’m afraid.’ ‘But I’ll look like a little girl!’ protested Hermione. ‘Yes, you will. Which is kind of fitting considering your current problem, but let’s be honest, it’s not like you’re going to be having any raunchy fun anytime soon, is it? I don’t think Ron would be overly sympathetic about your little problem, would he? You can let it grow back once you can keep your bed dry.’ ‘Fine. But you promise you won’t tell anybody?’ ‘I told you, I’m just here to help you Hermy. There’s no need to get grouchy with me.’ Hermione got into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. She stood under the bombardment of hot, steamy water, wishing that the ground would swallow her up. ‘There’s going to be a few other adjustments we’ll need to make,’ said Lavender. ‘Firstly, I need to get an idea of the scale of the problem.’ ‘It’s most nights,’ said Hermione, blushing behind the curtain, ‘but it only started recently. It’s never happened before.’ ‘Most nights, perhaps, but I need to know about the day time,’ said Lavender. ‘What do you mean? It doesn’t happen in the day!’ ‘Well, of course, you would say that, wouldn’t you? If you’re having problems during the day I’m sure you’d be far too embarrassed to tell me, so I’ll just have to check.’ ‘What do you mean?’ asked Hermione. ‘Exactly what I said. Anytime I want to check if your knickers are still dry, you’re going to show them to me.’ ‘That’s ridiculous,’ said Hermione, as she took a razor to her pubic hair. ‘I agree, it is ridiculous that a girl of your age would need such a thing to happen, but it’s the best course of action. Remember, you have to let me help you if you don’t want anybody else to find out. You wouldn’t want your precious boyfriend to find out that the Gryffindor princess is a little bedwetter, now would you?’ ‘Fine. No pubic hair and I’ll show you my knickers whenever you want. Anything else?’ asked Hermione, knowing that she wouldn’t like the answer. ‘Well, I think it’s probably best if you ask me before you go to the toilet. That way I know just how often you’re going. Then, if it’s a good time, I’ll take you to the toilet and let you do what you need to.’ ‘And if it’s not?’ ‘Well then you’ll just have to hold it, won’t you? That shouldn’t be too hard for a big girl, should it?’ ‘Fine. If I do all this, nobody finds out?’ asked Hermione. ‘If you do all this, I won’t tell a soul,’ said Lavender, crossing her fingers on the other side of the shower curtain. ‘There’s more to come though.’ ‘Really? All this isn’t enough?’ ‘Well, no. There’s still the three most important aspects. Firstly, we want to try to prevent the bedwetting. So each night before bed, I’m going to bring you in here and you’re going to use the potty for me like a good girl.’ Hermione thought that made sense on some level, but could have done without the childish terminology and she hated the way that Lavender’s voice was dripping with condescension. ‘I’ll also need to hold onto your wand…’ said Lavender. ‘What? No!’ said Hermione. ‘That’s too far! I need that. I can’t work without it.’ ‘Relax, pissypants, I’ll give it back to you in classes. I just need to hold onto it outside of class so that I can be sure you aren’t covering up any accidents.’ ‘I’m not happy,’ Hermione said, turning off the shower and drawing the curtain back, revealing that she now had no hair below her eyebrows. ‘Well, you’re really not going to be happy about the next bit,’ said Lavender, ‘but it’s the last one for now.’ ‘Go on then,’ said Hermione as she dried herself with a towel, ‘What else do you want me to do? Pay you for your silence? Break up with Ron?’ ‘Tempting, but no,’ said Lavender. ‘You see, I don’t know how you’re ever going to stop wetting your bed if you don’t have the adequate incentive. So, when you wet your bed, the next morning, I’m going to … spank you.’ ‘You can’t be serious.’ ‘I’m deadly serious,’ said Lavender, sitting herself down on the toilet. ‘If you don’t want my help, and my silence, then take your pissy pajamas and go and get dressed. I think by morning break the whole school will know about you. If you agree to my terms, you’re going to lay across my lap and let me warm those sweet little buns of yours. As you’re supposed to be the brightest witch of your age, I’d say this shouldn’t be too tough a choice for you. Social suicide, or a little attitude adjustment?’ When Hermione had finished drying herself, feeling every bit the scolded child with her hairless crotch, she lay herself over Lavender’s lap. ‘Well done little Hermy, you made the right choice,’ said Lavender with a playful slap to Hermione’s exposed bottom. However, the slaps didn’t stay playful for long. Soon enough, Lavender was taking out all her ill-feeling towards Hermione, of which there was plenty, on the naked girl’s posterior. Hermione tried to remain stoic, not wanting to give Lavender the satisfaction of breaking her. She succeeded, for a while, but this simply made Lavender redouble her efforts and it wasn’t long before Hermione was kicking, screaming and crying. If she could have seen herself she would have realised that she look every part the naughty little girl being punished. Eventually, Lavender was satisfied. Hermione lay prostrate across her lap, her bottom practically glowing red, her will broken by a combination of pain and humiliation. Wanting to check just how compliant Hermione had become, Lavender parted the sobbing girl’s burning cheeks and prodded the entrance to her back passage. Hermione let out a weak moan between sobs, but nothing more. Lavender thought that this was glorious. All it had taken to break the princess of Gryffindor were some wet sheets and firm hand. ‘Right, up you get, before you piddle on me,’ said Lavender. ‘I don’t do that during the day,’ protested Hermione. ‘Well, I’m not taking any chances, off you get.’ Hermione stood up, wiping tears from her face. ‘Hands on your head,’ Lavender commanded. Hermione meekly complied. Lavender looked the girl up and down, her eyes lingering on the now bald pubic mound. She ran her finger over it. ‘You know, this look, it kind of suits you,’ she said. ‘However, we can’t linger about all day. It’s time for you to get dressed. Lavender marched Hermione back into the dorm room and Hermione dressed quickly. She didn’t want to have to explain her red bottom or her hairless fanny to the other girls if they happened to walk in. ‘I don’t think so,’ said Lavender as Hermione, through sheer force of habit, went to tuck her wand into the back of her skirt. Remembering their agreement, Hermione reluctantly handed it over. Without her wand, she really did feel powerless. ‘Right then, we’ll have to hurry or we’ll miss breakfast,’ said Lavender. The girls made their way down to the great hall. Many of the other children had already eaten and were on their way to classes. ‘We really are short on time, Hermy, but we can’t miss breakfast altogether. Sit down.’ Lavender placed a plated slice of toast in front of Hermione, as well as a goblet of pumpkin juice. And a second. And a third. ‘Eat up then, Hermione. And don’t forget to drink plenty,’ said Lavender, before biting into a sausage. Knowing that it would come back to bite her later, but also knowing that she didn’t have much choice, Hermione drank all three goblets, much to Lavender’s delight. ‘Right, come on then. I know you, of all people, don’t want to be late to class,’ said Lavender, grabbing Hermione by the hand and leading her towards the door. Their potions class was some distance away, and down one of the many quiet corridors, Lavender stopped abruptly ‘Are you dry?’ she asked. ‘What? Of course I’m dry!’ replied Hermione indignantly. ‘Show me,’ said Lavender. ‘Here?’ said Hermione. ‘Right here, little girl. Lift up your skirt.’ After a cursory glance to make sure that nobody was in sight, Hermione did as she was told. She stood there in the corridor with her skirt lifted above her waist. She wasn’t entirely shocked when Lavender pulled her tights down to mid-thigh, fully exposing her white cotton knickers. She was a little more surprised when Lavender thrust her hand between her legs, feeling the fabric there. She was astounded to find that while Lavender rubbed the crotch of her knickers, there were … stirrings. ‘Well done Hermione. All dry like a big girl,’ said Lavender, before walking off to class, leaving Hermione stood in the corridor with her skirt lifted, her tights pulled down and her knickers on display. Hermione quickly awoke from her stupor and, realising her situation, righted her clothes and scurried after Lavender to potions class. As always, Hermione performed well above the expected standard in the class. She did find that her spanked bum was a source of some distraction, as was a growing need to go to the loo. By the end of the class, she was fairly desperate. She glanced over and saw that Lavender was talking to Luna and Cho and that they were giggling. Surely not about her? Trying not to think about that, Hermione resolved to do something about the pressure in her bladder. Hermione reasoned that if she snuck off to the loo, she’d almost certainly find herself in hot water with Lavender. She’d gone too far to back out now, so she bit the bullet and approached the group of girls. ‘Can I have a word, Lavender?’ Hermione asked. ‘What’s the problem Hermy?’ ‘Um, in private, if you don’t mind.’ Hermione half expected her to say no, but Lavender obliged her and they made their way over to an empty section of corridor. ‘What’s the matter?’ asked Lavender condescendingly, ‘Have you wet yourself?’ ‘What? No!’ protested Hermione. ‘Best to check,’ said Lavender. Hermione let out a squeal as Lavender’s hand shot up her skirt and ran over the tights covering her most private area. ‘Hmmm, actually dry. Maybe you aren’t a complete baby after all.’ ‘Of course I’m dry! I told you, I don’t wet myself during the day,’ said Hermione in an angry whisper. ‘I came to see you because I need to go to the toilet. You said I had to ask you.’ ‘I did. I also said that if it’s not a convenient time, you’d have to hold on like a big girl. It’s not a convenient time,’ said Lavender with a smirk. ‘Are you just trying to get me to wet myself?’ asked Hermione. ‘Of course not. That’s the last thing I want. You’re supposed to be a big girl Hermione. Hold it through divination and then I’ll take you to the toilet. I promise.’ Hermione saw that she had no choice but to go along with what Lavender was asking of her. It would leave her uncomfortably desperate. However, while Lavender had almost certainly meant it as a taunt, Hermione was a big girl, and should be able to make it through one more lesson. As the lesson went on, Hermione’s confidence in this position gradually depleted. It wasn’t long before she found herself crossing her legs tightly under the desk, though her discomfort meant that she had to keep on switching which leg was on top. A smirk from Draco, who was sat across the room, indicated to Hermione that she was putting on quite a show. He had almost certainly been getting glimpses of her white knickers showing through under her black tights whenever she switched legs. However, that was a price that she had to pay. Letting a boy you despised get a peek of your knickers is one thing, thought Hermione, but wetting yourself like a toddler in the middle of class is quite another. For the final fifteen minutes of class, Hermione had to thrust her hand up her skirt in a very undignified fashion. Ron gave her a look, but upon seeing her thundery face, he decided not to say anything about it. With just a few minutes to go, despite being determined to see things through, Hermione felt a small dribble escape from her. It wouldn’t be noticeable to anybody else, but Hermione knew that she didn’t have long left before she completely flooded her seat. As soon as they were dismissed, Hermione hobbled over to Lavender. ‘Lavender, please,’ said Hermione. ‘Okay, okay. Let’s get you to the toilet before you have an accident,’ said Lavender. She had made no attempt to keep her voice down but at this point, Hermione was beyond caring. She was on the brink of disaster. On the way to the toilets, another dribble escaped. The damp sensation in her knickers seemed to make it even harder to hold on. At long last, they got to the nearest toilet and Hermione rushed into a stall, but Lavender followed her. ‘What are you doing?’ pleaded Hermione. ‘Taking you to the toilet, like I promised,’ said Lavender, reaching up under Hermione’s skirt and pulling her tights and knickers down in one motion. Hermione sat herself down on the toilet and relaxed. There was a loud hiss as she emptied her poor, overstrained bladder. While she was doing this, Lavender grabbed some toilet roll from the dispenser. ‘Oh Hermy,’ said Lavender, her voice practically dripping with glee, ‘you nearly made it.’ ‘What do you mean?’ asked Hermione as her stream began to subside. Lavender pointed down at the wet spot in Hermione’s knickers. While Hermione looked at it, stunned, she offered no resistance as Lavender wiped her. Lavender was right. There was a very noticeable wet spot in her knickers. ‘So, what happens now?’ asked Hermione, dreading hearing the answer. ‘Well, you can’t go around in wet knickers all day. Luckily, I brought some for you to change into.’ Lavender reached into her pocket and produced a pink, frilly pair of Dora the Explorer knickers. ‘Lavender, they look like they’re meant for a toddler,’ protested Hermione. ‘And those,’ said Lavender, pointing at the knickers that were at half mast on Hermione’s legs, ‘look like they’ve been worn by a toddler. To tell you the truth, these are actually meant for 2-3 year olds, according to the label. They would have been far too small to fit you, but luckily, I’m quite good with engorgement charms,’ said Lavender. ‘Please, can’t I wear something else?’ pleaded Hermione. ‘These aren’t very wet. If you let me use my wand, I’m sure I could clean them up rather easily.’ ‘That’s not happening, Hermy,’ said Lavender. ‘Get those pissy knickers off and then show me what you look like in these. I bet you’ll look adorable.’ ‘I’m not doing it,’ said Hermione. ‘This has gone far enough.’ She stood up for emphasis but it didn’t really have the desired effect. With her wet knickers visible round her ankles and her skirt remaining in place around her waist meaning that her bald fanny on display, she did not look anywhere near as imposing as she had hoped. ‘Hermy, I’m going to count to three,’ said Lavender. ‘And then what? What are you going to do?’ said Hermione angrily. ‘One…’ ‘This is stupid. You wouldn’t agree to wear them.’ ‘Two…’ ‘Look, I can just wear my tights. They’re dark, nobody will see anything,’ pleaded Hermione. ‘Three!’ said Lavender gleefully. She spun Hermione round to face the toilet, which hadn’t been flushed yet, and forced her to bend at the waist, presenting her bottom to her. With this done, she proceeded to slap Hermione’s cheeks, which were already slightly tender from her spanking earlier this morning. At first, Hermione tried to resist, but Lavender reminded her that she could let everybody in the school know about her little night time problem. This caused Hermione to meekly submit as she cried tears of humiliation. ‘I’ll wear the stupid knickers,’ she conceded. ‘There was never any doubt of that,’ said Lavender. ‘But as you’ve made such a monumental fuss about the whole thing, you’re going to have to earn them now.’ Lavender stopped spanking Hermione and turned her back round to face her. ‘What do you mean, earn them?’ ‘You have to show me how sorry you are for this whole mess. Afterall, you can’t exactly blame anybody else for the situation that you find yourself in. You wet your knickers Hermione. Nobody else did it. That was you. So you have to live with the consequences of it. When I, very kindly, offered you another pair to wear, you caused quite a fuss and wound up with a sore bottom, didn’t you?’ ‘…yes.’ ‘So what you’re going to do to show me that you are sorry is you’re going to take those soggy knickers off.’ Hermione removed her shoes and tights, placing her bare feet on the cold, stone floor. She then removed her pissy knickers as instructed. ‘You’re going to take those disgusting knickers and you’re going to put them into your mouth.’ ‘Lavender, no, that’s disgusting!’ ‘You’re going to hold them in your mouth while you think about what you’ve done and when I think you’re good and ready, you can spit them out and put these delightful knickers on,’ Lavender said, holding up the Dora the Explorer knickers for emphasis. ‘I really don’t want to,’ said Hermione. ‘Well, if you want to fight me on this, there is an alternative.’ ‘What’s the alternative?’ ‘I tan your hide, again, you end up holding those sodden knickers in your mouth for twice as long as you already have to but you don’t have to wear the Dora knickers because you’ll be wearing this instead.’ From underneath her robes, Lavender produced a nappy. From the look of it, it was a pampers baby nappy which she had used an engorgement charm on. Hermione had no doubt that it would fit her. ‘So what’s it going to be? Are you going to put them in your mouth or not?’ Resigned to her fate, Hermione scrunched up the wet knickers into a small ball and put them into her mouth. It was disgusting. Hermione could taste the acrid flavour of her own piss, and the aroma seemed to be wafting up the back of her through to her nose, meaning it was a two-pronged attack on her senses. Lavender stood opposite her, giggling. ‘Well, not so high and mighty now, are we?’ said Lavender. Hermione most certainly was not. Standing with her skirt raised above her waist, her tights in a heap on the floor, with her freshly smacked bottom exposed to the air and her bald pubic region on display, while her wet knickers rested in her mouth. Tears of humiliation welled in her eyes and Hermione’s grim determination was the only reason that they didn’t roll down her cheeks. ‘Turn around and bend over,’ said Lavender. Hermione didn’t know what she had planned, but realised that fighting her at this point was a futile exercise. She meekly complied, turning to face the toilet and bending over. She felt Lavender’s hands on her tender bum, gently caressing the cheeks. It was actually comforting, until she felt her cheeks parted and a most unwelcome intrusion in her back passage. Hermione let out a cry of protest, though it was muffled by the contents of her mouth. Lavender responded with a sharp slap to her already sore posterior. ‘Don’t talk with your mouth full,’ she commanded. She then spun Hermione back round to face her. ‘You can take those wet knickers out of your mouth now, little Hermy,’ said Lavender, placing emphasis on the word wet. Hermione reached into her mouth and drew the disgusting, sodden underwear out. Lavender bent down, holding out the infantile knickers for Hermione to step into. It appeared that she wasn’t even going to allow Hermione the dignity of putting them on by herself. One foot at a time, Hermione stepped into them and allowed Lavender to pull them up her legs. When Hermione went to reach for her tights, Lavender stopped her. ‘Oh no Hermione, I don’t think you want to put those back on,’ she said. ‘Why not?’ ‘Aside from the fact that you were wearing them when your wet yourself?’ ‘They’re dry! I didn’t … go that much.’ ‘Stop trying to downplay the fact that you had an accident at an age when most girls wouldn’t dream of it. Anyway, I noticed in divination that when you were getting desperate, you put on quite a show. I’m sure lots of the boys got a look up your skirt, though they won’t have been able to get a good look at your knickers because you had those tights over them. Now, you won’t have that protection, so you’ll need to make sure you don’t get so desperate in future, unless you want all the boys to see your present underwear. See, Hermy? I’m helping you.’ Hermione realised that there was no point in continuing to argue with Lavender on that front. She’d just have to try extra hard not to let any of the boys see up her skirt. There was no way she wanted to be caught in her current knickers. Boys talk, she knew. If word got round about what she was wearing, she’d never live it down. ‘Fine, but I don’t want to go barefoot in those shoes. Can I at least have some socks?’ ‘Of course,’ said Lavender. The ease with which she acquiesced took Hermione by surprise, but she soon saw the reason why. Lavender produced a pair of socks from her robes, but rather than being the grey or black knee socks that most of the girls wore, they were frilly white ankle socks. Hermione hadn’t worn anything of the sort since she was a little girl, but she knew better than to argue with Lavender by now, and slipped them onto her feet. The socks, combined with the knickers she was wearing and the state of her pubic region, made her feel foolish and childish, but she knew that was Lavender’s intention. ‘And what do you expect me to say when my friends notice that I’ve changed my clothes?’ asked Hermione, somewhat more haughtily than she had meant to. ‘I’m sure you’ll think of something. Though, if you get really stuck you could just tell them the truth. Say that you had a wickle accident in your knickers and needed to have somebody change you like a baby. Up to you. Anyway, let’s go. We’ve got care of magical creatures next.’
  9. Once I went on a small weekend stay-cation for my anniversary. We had gone to a performance from our favorite musician. Bedtime came and I tossed and turned unable to fall asleep. Suddenly, I just got the urge pee. I tried to ignore it and proceeded to try to fall asleep. I fell asleep for a little bit, but then woke back up. As I shifted to try to get up, I felt so much pressure on my bladder that moving was dangerous. Suddenly, my bladder spasmed and I just started peeing. The bed soaked beneath me. My boyfriend was asleep peacefully beside me. Since I had already peed the bed, I proceeded to utterly soak the bed through the rest of the night. He woke up the next morning, and all I could say was "Happy Anniversary!" He was surprised that I was able to pee as much as I did. I was a bit proud of that achievement.
  10. I love days like today. I have been into wetting for as long as I can remember. I am also fortunate enough to have found a man who shares said kink. On weekends, much like this weekend, I choose to spend time in diapers. Now I have every ability to use the toilet, but there is something about feeling the warmth as you are wetting yourself, the slight risk facfor of getting caught, being able to sit in the mess you made, and also the satisfaction of not getting caught. For the longest time I only peed in panties or my pants in our back patio area or inside my bath tub or over my toilet and I was content with that. Thing is, I'm lazy and I hate doing laundry and cleaning my mess. About a year ago my boyfriend suggested we tried me wearing diapers and after extensive research ordered a pack. Best decision of my life. Do I hate the crinkliness, yes. But can I pee myself 2-3 times and sit in it, yes. Can we be discreet enough with it to have me wear one while company is over, also yes. For many month now, I have had "no toilet days" (except number twos) where I am only allowed to pee in a diaper. I have the urge once a week to every couple weeks. Last night started the first day to do it in somr time. My boyfriend always supports me and finds it quite sexy. Last night before bed I put a diaper on. I used to not be able to sleep in a wet diaper but now its the first thing I do before bed on diaper nights. Something about the warmth collecting in the diaper and hugging my body through the night. My clit swells thinking about it as I lay here in bed, wetting my already wet diaper for the second time since climbing in bed. It turns me on so much. I become impatient having to wait to urinate again. I'm on my third diaper of the day. Each diaper has gotten 3 good pees in. Filling to the brim before I finally change it. I just peed for the second time in this diaper and it has to last though the night as we are already in bed and its nowhere near morning, which excites me even more. I keep thinking back to this morning where we had a friend over and I sat on the couch feet from him sitting in a diaper full of pee. I'm also planning a public wetting for tomorrow. I have this athletic skirt I have been wanting to pee in for a while that I think will be perfect for public wettings, being able to hide the naughty thing I will wind up doing. I drank a bunch before bed, here's to hoping I wake up in an hour or two bursting to pee me quite full diaper.
  11. First hold! I’m a bit bratty and want instant gratification so I’m not very good at holding for long, and my partner is home in about three hours. I’m on my bed, in shorts but no panties, using sec toys, thinking about how wonderful it will be to wet myself. Idk how holds work so idk what else to say!
  12. I remember reading a thread a long time ago about parents giving permission to have accidents. One of the comments was about bed wetting. He had to set an alarm to wake up in the middle of the night to use the toilet so he didn't wet the bed. However, his parents would tell him when it was laundry day, implying that he could sleep through the night and it wouldn't matter if he had an accident. They were going to wash the bedding the next day anyway. Tomorrow is laundry day, so I'm going to drink some extra water before going to sleep tonight and if I wake up needing to go, I'm just going to let go and have an accident. I like wearing pullups to bed knowing they're going to leak A LOT. Does anyone else do this? Or wet your regular clothes if you know you're doing laundry that day?
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  14. View File Almost wet the bed Been having a hard time making it from bed to the bathroom in the morning. Slept a little late and had to much to drink before bed almost wetting the bed but made it to the shower at least. Submitter Aj315 Submitted 05/29/2023 Category Male  
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  17. March 16th 2018 He initially went up to me and put his arms around me kissing my neck , telling me he wants to be bad if it’s okay, he wanted to try rough play, if I was up to it, was very lusrful in his voice, it was kinda hot, I told him he can guide me and we can do a good practice if he wanted to play too, he even asked (shyly) if I’d wear certain things lol I told him I’m gonna drink coffee and water and to pick out my wardrobe, no limitations =} He picked out a blue satin gstring with a black Lacey bra, natural colour nylon pantyhose, black button top, red school girl skirt, I told him I’ll go change and then he said as he grabbed my arm gently, bring a full bladder =O!!!! But to wait closer to tbt end, to release the contents, I got dressed in what he wanted , he asked if I could put my hair up a bit in , I shrugged and did my best, he asked me to put on a selected dress shoe and he opened the door and went silent for about 3 minutes?? I heard knocking so I went to see what he was up too and he covered me mouth and whispered to me to struggle , so I did , I even tried using my feet And legs, against the door way to br picked up and tossed onto the bed with him getting on top being so forceful, I was really excited and wanted to get into character =} I put my arms up only for him to over power mrband omg he never told me about shirt ripping!! He tore my shirt opened so I let some pee out , as I struggled, he was a little rough with my chest then he flipped me on my stomach and laid on top rubbing my pussy thru my clothes making me pee a little more, then and he rolled us about so he can cover my mouth with his free er hand, (I was so turned on I wanted anything if I could cum lol) his hand was up my skirt and down my nylons and he told me to be a good girl! Lol I nodded and acted afraid for him and he moved me to thr table and bent me over! He was rubbing his hands over my body telling me sometimes when he lusts so bad like right now he wants what he knows he can’t have, I asked him what and he said my butt looks extremely inviting =O!!!! But we can pretend, (I was thinking pretending how??) He ripped my nylons from tbt back and got me to spread my legs and lifted and angled my butt and he went into my pussy and god!! I nestle swooned lol it was so big I was so tight, I can pretend he’s doing my butt so I fake cried as he ravaged me!! He was so commanding and forceful, I didn’t know he had this in him I LOVED it!! He put my head into the bed to “scream” especially when I came so hard I came and peed a little lol then he pulled out and I for a second i thought why? Then I felt it on my ass and waste, he Jizzed on me , ew lol but he wasn’t done!! He Lifted my skirt and told me I was a naughty school girl by wearing seductive lingerie then he forced me to crouch as he waved his giant cock in my face and got me to suck till he came again as I peed myself , I almost gagged he came a lot he held my Head till he finished and till I swallowed, I fell on the bed and was in a sex coma, though I had peed myself he made me cum orally, it was hot and amazing, never the less, he tried to apologize for being all bit rough, I told him he can go as rough with me as he wants ❤️ He cuddled and even apologized about my shirt, I told him as long as my lingerie is spared I’m good, we cuddled and he was touching me and my wet parts of my clothes, b4 our shower, lord knows I wanted his jizz off my back he told me he wanted to to rip off my pantyhose and to even rip a skirt, I told him we can go to the store and pick me up a designated set, anything goes , and we finally got into the shower and he was a little stiffy so I was gently cleaning his man tool and I told him if he can cum a 3rd time I’ll suck him or he can pretend to use my ass again ( haha ) but no cumming for him, good lol I was sore and kinda wanted the taste of his .load outta my mouth, then we went to bed =}
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  19. On my second vacation day, I completely soaked the sheets. Got a bit tipsy…, need protection.
  20. Thought to make a thread relating to some accidents and close calls that I've had that I didn't cause on purpose. I've had chronic bladder issues for my entire life, so this affects the strength of my bladder sometimes. For this first post though I want to talk about my most frequent accidents lately, those being bedwettings. When I was younger I had issues with bedwetting, but not so much as an adult. However, I notice that sometimes I will end up waking up immediately on the verge of an accident. There was at least one time that this was not the case though. I was having a dream about something. I have no recollection of what was happening in the main storyline of the dream, I just remember that I needed to pee REALLY bad. I ran to a public bathroom, and immediately sat down on the toilet to go. However, for whatever reason, my brain registered that something was wrong about this bathroom somehow, and that I didn't know if I should pee in there. It's like I knew I wasn't actually on a toilet, but wasn't really lucid enough to realize it was happening in a dream and that the toilet was my sweatpants and mattress. Alas, I had to go so bad, that I just thought to myself "it's a toilet, just go!" and let out a little bit. Instantly I could feel the wetness around my seat, as if I was wearing pants, but I wasn't. I tried to stop going, and I managed to stop peeing to figure out what was going on. Though, I still had to go REALLY bad. I remembered that I was on a toilet, and that that feeling isn't actually anything wrong and that it's fine, so I just proceeded to gush it all out. It was honestly the most satisfying feeling of my entire life, and it felt like it was going on forever. Almost too long, in fact. Despite feeling like I was gushing, the pressure on my bladder made it feel like a small trickle, as if I couldn't pee it all out fast enough. Eventually though, I woke up almost immediately after, only to find a massive flood in my pants and on my bed. It was honestly probably the most that I've felt like I've peed in my entire life. I remember waking up again in the morning and still feeling extremely desperate. I never really have had anything like that happen to me ever since then, but there was one time that I got close. This one I don't quite recall as easily though. All that I can remember was that I was gonna pee in my dream again. This sounds like a rookie mistake, but typically if I pee in dreams, no actual pee comes out of my body (at least, not ever since the previous incident). So I again ignored my intuition and decided to let some out. This time, though, the massive spurt that came out of me pretty much almost immediately woke me up. For some reason, I didn't even get up to use the bathroom after this. I just went right back to sleep. It's a miracle I didn't fully wet myself that time, all things considered. I didn't even think that it was real until I woke up and was able to see the stain on my underwear from where I sprayed. Anyways that's all I have for now, I'll probably add to this over time
  21. Hiii, you can call me Lyon. My commissions are open!! It'll be $15 for a greyscale sketch and $20 for a color sketch. Prices can rise if there's multiple characters, etc. I can take PayPal rn. If you have any questions about what I can draw just ask. Contact me on Discord at batcowgirl#3387. Examples attached!!
  22. Hello ! It’s been a while since I posted a story here. The other day, I was looking at Top Chef (it’s going on French TV for a few weeks now) and one of the contesters immediately inspired me a character. I wanted to write a story with depth so there is going to be several chapters. I’ll try to put some omorashi in every chapter but this is more about the relationship between a broken young man and his savior. I really hope you’ll like it ! Please let me know what you think. Chapter 1 : « Congratulations, Danny ! You are the winner of the 14th season of Top Chef France ! » yells the TV presenter. « After all you have been through, you made it, Danny. » he adds, eyes full of empathy. A rumor of hands clapping instantly fills the room. The chef Hélène Darroze is embracing me. I hold the orange knife in my own hand. Everything moves so quickly. Everything around me feels suddenly alive. Yet, I’m not here. I don’t belong in this picture. All those eyes and smiles directed to me seem fake, as if it was just a dream. But then, in the crowd of faces I can’t recognize, I meet her gaze. And it all comes true. I am the center of this pure joy and this is all because of her. They say this is the day it all started. The day when a young 20 years old man becomes someone. Someone who matters. Someone who shines. A star. But, they’re all wrong. This is not the TV who made me. This is not my chef during the competition. This is not even this victory. This is her. All along, this is her. Today, I’m sick of everyone telling me who made me. I’m even tired of those who say I made myself. Today, I feel the urge to tell the truth about myself. I feel the need to give her back what’s been hers from the start : my own existence. I don’t care about this victory day, I care about the going through. This particular moment is not my becoming. Let me tell you how I became. ———————————————————————————————— Five years ago, on September the 3rd, I wake up. This is just a regular day in my not so regular life. I’m 15 and starting high school, despite my reluctance. I tried not to but there is nowhere else to go for me and nowhere else for them to put me. I’m an annoyance and I know it. I dare say I even like it. It gives a sense to my existence. I’m not scared to start high school, on the contrary. Finally a new place to put people through hell ! And I know some older students there who already made my reputation… How fun this will be. So when I live the foster care that morning, I don’t know that this is the day my life is going to change forever. The day begins as any first day in a new school. We gather in the great hall and listen to a boring principal presenting the school, insisting on the importance of this year, bla bla bla… But the afternoon takes a turn I didn’t expect. I follow my fellow classmates to the classroom that will be mine for the year. Same old walls, same boring chairs… We all take our sits, and of course, I take the one on the far back of the room. Far from anyone. I don’t intend to change my habits : I intend to stay alone and dangerous. I like what I see from the back of a room. I see everyone and no one can see me, unless someone dare turning to me, which no one in his sane mind does. Being in the back gives me tranquility and power. But while I’m staring dangerously at my classmates, something strikes me. Something is wrong here. There’s an unusual calm around me. Nobody is even whispering. All the faces are turning to the head of the class as if something magical appeared. But despite the strangeness of the scene, I joyfully welcome the silence. This is the ideal condition to make a smashing entrance. I could scream like a mad person, kick some chairs around, start a fight with some random guy for no reason. I could easily make myself known. But I don’t move. What am I waiting for ? I don’t know why but I stay still, silent. Something is holding me back. I dare to follow my classmates gaze and look in front of me. I suddenly refrain a need to laugh. Looking directly at me is a small young woman. She must be 23-24 years old. So small I could crush her with one kick in the head. But for some unknown reason, I don’t laugh. Instead, I unconsciously lower my head under her gaze. For fuck’s sake, how can I just be mesmerized by such a little woman like that ? I don’t know how to explain, even five years later, but the atmosphere in the room is forcing me to be calm, respectful, and somehow docile. How does she do that ? How can a little woman like her has such a hold on thirty kids she doesn’t even know ? I find myself sitting straight in my chair, waiting for the right moment to blow. I want to blow ! I refuse to submit to that woman, to any woman for that matter. But there is no right moment. I listen and don’t say a word during this first afternoon. I don’t recognize myself but I can’t help it, I’m kind of stunned. She’s not a particularly pretty woman, nor a frightening one. Nevertheless, she talks and I just shut up. Mrs Lebrun, that’s her name. So classic. Not even a little impressive. There is nothing really that interesting in her welcoming speech. But there is something about her attitude, her voice, her eyes… She seems severe, cold even, but in the same time, she seems very close to her students. She doesn’t know any of us but she makes us feel like she sees right through us. There is something in the way she looks at us that I never seen in any teacher, in any person actually. She doesn’t just look at you, she looks into you. And that’s impressive. During three hours this afternoon, I’m torn between my need to take her down and my incapacity of doing so. For the first time in my life, I feel weak. When the ring finally bells, I get up on my feet with rage. I need to get out of here. I need to break or burn something. All this repressed rage is boiling in me, needing to come out. « Danny, I need a word with you. » Mrs Lebrun murmured firmly. I’m already at the door, I could ignore her and run. I could. But I don’t. Instead I turn back, swallowing with difficulty. Is it the rage or the apprehension ? « Are you okay ? » she asks with apparent concern. This is the first time in my entire life a teacher is concerned about my well being. Usually, they’re so scared or annoyed that they don’t even bother to look at me. But Mrs Lebrun is looking directly at me, her eyes burning my skin. I can’t help but lower my eyes again. « Why ? » I ask brutally. « You seemed on edge all afternoon. Am I wrong ? » « I’m fine. » I say sharply. What does she want anyway ? Does she think we’re going to be friends ? I’m used to take care of myself. I’m an independent man. I never needed help from anyone. As I feel really annoyed by the sudden concern for me, I’m also a little bit moved by it. What’s happening to me ? « If you say you’re fine, then you’re fine. » she says. « But starting tomorrow, I want you to sit here. » she orders while pointing the chair right under her desk. « What ? Who do you think you are to give me orders like that ? » I am so furious that I forget her eyes, I forget her power and free a little bit of the rage burning inside me. This is going too far. She can’t think I’m going to obey her ! My heart is pounding like mad. I feel sweaty. I want to punch her. Do I feel a little nervous about her response though ? « I think I am your head teacher. And I think you should calm down immediately if you don’t want to regret it. » she says calmly, looking straight at me. « You seemed on edge today and you don’t wish to talk about it. I can respect that. But what would you do in my situation ? Ignore and let go ? Well, that’s not the way I do things. As your head teacher, I have a responsibility towards you. I can’t go through your mind to understand what’s wrong but I can make sure that I see you more clearly everyday. » I can’t even respond. She’s just so calm. I don’t know how to do with calm people. I can do with fear, anger, sadness but I’m lost in her assurance. « Starting tomorrow, you will sit here. Do I make myself clear ? » she orders, confident. « We’ll see if I even show up. » I dare to say. What can she do to make me come to school anyway ? « I know where you live, young man. » she says, calm and cold. Is she really suggesting that she would come and get me at the foster care ? No one has ever came to the foster care. Why a teacher that I just met is treating me like she knows and care for me ? I’m stunned. Suddenly I feel a curious pinch in my lower abdomen. Do I need to pee right now ? What is happening to me ? I’m suddenly out of breath. She sees my lack of control, looking right through me while I’m loosing myself. She sees that I don’t know how to deal with her, or me, and I’m unconsciously giving her power. « Alright ! » I finally yell, annoyed by her absolute confidence and my sudden weakness. « I’ll sit here. » I say before leaving the room in pure fury. I am so mad at myself. What’s going on here ? Why this obedience ? Why this urgent need to pee ? How did I become so weak ? When I run with rage through the corridor to the nearest toilets, I don’t feel the drops of pee wetting my briefs. I run, unconscious of my lack of control. I don’t want to see the absolute change Mrs Lebrun has operated in me. I just run, as if I can flee myself. When I’m finally in the bathroom, after smashing the door behind me, I discover in an absolute shock my wet pants. How did this happened ? I didn’t have the urge to pee before a minute ago. I just peed my pants ! Like a fucking three years old, I didn’t even realize that I lost control. As I relieve myself, letting go the rest of my pee in the toilet, I feel my rage leaving my body. I’m not mad anymore, I’m just worried and tired. For the first time in my life, I completely lost control in that classroom. If I’m not in control anymore, what will I become ?
  23. Hi everyone First of all i want to start explaining my situation Im over 18, and i want to start with bed wetting,but i dont want to destroy the mattress Could anyone give a recomendation?
  24. Version 1.0.0

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    This game was submitted by a user a few months ago however after several attempts to get it to work I was unsuccessful. I decided I would go ahead and reupload a working version (hopefully that's okay). The game has about a 30 minute playtime with as far as I can tell only one pathway to success. Kawaii Playpen is a visual novel by Kawaiiomo. If you can I would recommend supporting them on their Patreon here. The game is about your character Michael being abducted and sent to an age regressing facility where you have have to find a way to escape. This file contains Both Mac and PC versions.
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  25. Recently I found a quite interesting Omorashi / ABDL game under the title of "ママって呼んでもいいのかな? ~私が赤ちゃんになるまで~" or "Can I call you mommy? ~Till I become your baby~" But unfortunately it is still on Japanese and I can only understand a little of it. So, I decided to reached to this holy site so that for any of you who are interested and maybe have the abilities, please help me translate this game. https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ392114.html/?locale=en_US This is the original site where I got the game. For the translation file itself lies on the file path of \resources\app\data\scenario\main If you want to extract the original one by yourself, since the extracted version has been modified by me, you can try to extract it using a plugin for the specific format need using 7zip. Since the file is quite big I attached it into a google drive file : https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/14fQA4sjVN9N5qxIqnSmThta_rcAPwVKv?usp=share_link
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