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  1. Hi guys, Here's a brief story that happened when I went to a music festival with my then girlfriend (we'll call her Jess) a few years ago. ***** We'd just finised seeing the last band of the night and were making our way back to where we'd camped at the far end of the festival away from the main arena. We'd been drinking steadily throughout the night and while we weren't blackout drunk, we'd consumed a lot of fluid over the course of the day and were fairly tipsy. I stopped off at the big block of toilets in the main arena to take my last pee before going to bed. By this point of the weekend the toilets were in an awful state, and so Jess said she would wait and use the less busy toilets nearer our campsite away from the footfall of the main arena. On returning from the toilets I found Jess standing and bobbing subtlely from foot to foot, not enough to alert the casual observer of her need, but certainly notcieable if you knew the signs to look for! We started back towards the campsite and as the toilet block came into view Jess groaned. The maintenance staff were emptying the portaloos, and as a result had closed half of them, meaning that a large queue had formed for the remaining available toilets. At a guess there were a good 50 people waiting to use a bank of around 5 portaloos. Jess sighed and turned to me, "what do you think I should do, I can't wait here all night, I'm freezing!" "It's really up to you babe, how bad do you need to go?" I replied. "Kinda bad, I guess I've only been a couple of times all day and we've had quite a bit to drink, but I find it hard to tell when I'm drunk" "Well, we can wait here for the queue to go down, we can try and find some other toilets if you want" I suggested. Jess paused for thought, glancing again at the ever growing queue. "I just wanna go to bed, I think I'll be fine, I'm a big girl" she smiled, and began walking off towards our tent. We had picked a spot near the entrance to the festival that meant to go between our tent and the main arena, you had to walk down a short dirt track that had been fenced off to keep the festival goers out of the surrounding woodland. In the morning when we had gone into the festival, this track had been dry and rather dusty from all the site vehicles passing over it. However in the intervening hours the great British weather and the various traffic along the track had turned it to sludge that was virtually impossible to navigate. We battled our way down it and then made our way through a maze of guy ropes to our tent. Jess stooped to grab the zip of our tent door, wincing almost imperceptibly as she did so. "Ooh, I think I may need to go worse than I thought" she said with a strained voice. "I'm sure you'll be fine babe, we'll be back up in a few hours anyway so not too long to wait" I tried to reassure her. She smiled uncertainly in response but opened the tent door went inside. We both got changed out of our clothes and climbed into our sleeping bags. I was exhausted from walking around in the sun and drinking all day, so sleep should have come fairly easily, but I couldn't help but be distracted by Jess shuffling around next to me, making a loud rustling sound on the tent floor with each movement. "Babe are you ok?" I called out softly through the haze of impending sleep, after trying to drift off for half an hour or so. "I really need the loo, I don't think I can wait all night" she meekly replied. "I'm absolutely dying for a wee, those last couple of beers have really caught up with me." She sat up slowly next to me and cradled her bladder with one hand. Even in the dark and half asleep I could see that it was bulging out dramatically, particualrly as she was normally very slim in build. "Fuck, there's only one thing for it" she said suddenly. "Can you keep watch for me?" "What do you mean babe?" "Get dressed and stand up outside like your brushing your teeth or something, keep watch for anyone." "Don't you want to try the toilets back there, I bet the queue has gone down now" I replied. "I can't, I'm absolutely bursting and if I tried to get changed and then get back down that muddy track, I don't think I'd make it in time." She had taken on an urgent, commanding tone so I did as she had asked and quickly got dressed. "Right, keep an eye out and let me know if there's anyone coming, is the coast clear?" I stood up and scanned the area around us that was largely deserted, but for a group huddled round a campfire some 50 metres away. "Yep, coast's clear" I replied. With that, she squatted down and began to pee, just a trickle at first, barely audible on the grass, but soon quickening to a forceful torrent that would have been easily heard by anyone awake in the tents immediately next to us. Jess peed at full force for at least 30 seconds, an expression of pure bliss etched across her face the whole time as she let go the many pints of beer she had consumed over the course of the evening. Her stream slowed again to a trickle and eventually stopped. Jess wiped herself, pulled up her underwear and we both climbed back into the tent and were quickly sound asleep. The next day Jess drank noticeably slower and made far more regular bathroom trips, and luckily (for her at least) avoided any more mishaps that weekend. ***** Hope you guys enjoyed, I have one or two other stories involding Jess in predicaments such at this, if anyone would like to hear them please let me know.
  2. MasterXploder

    female Aelita by Phinci

    I may not know much about Code Lyoko past the first season, but I do know cute art when I see it. According to the person who commissioned this, it's not supposed to be an incestuous pic, just a mother and daughter sharing an innocent moment together. (Uploaded with permission from the commissioner)
  3. Captain L

    female The Gravity of her Accident

    "Why did Mr. Aizawa have to keep us that extra minute today?"

    © 微糖

  4. A long time ago, I wrote a series of short stories in the post "Unforgettable, Wettable Sister" which included stories my sister "Lily" had told to me and a few I witnessed. But I forgot one. Also will write the last 2-3 stories from school and one other that happened (different girls) in later replies. . Brief overview, Lily had short hair most of the time, brown hair and eyes, and has been pretty skinny her whole life, she's a year and a half younger than me. When I was in 2nd - 3rd grade and just before 4th, we had two other girls, next door neighbors, sisters, one my age and the other 3 grades older, both who became endearing childhood friends of me and my sister, though mostly her. Sometimes we'd have sleepovers and our mothers would babysit for each other. On this day in particular the sisters were sleeping over and due to limited room, they all slept in the same bed. Now it was unusual that Lily would get up in the middle of the night to pee, but when you're staying up late drinking soda, I guess it makes things different. She recalled to me (I asked for a lot of details since I was into omorashi) having a dream about trying to find a toilet that wasn't broken, going to different rooms and entire buildings full of toilets in wide open areas but none would work or were private enough. Eventually, she woke up, with each friend of hers on either side. Lily stiffened up after quickly realizing she had to pee in real life. Laying on her back, she gently slipped her right arm under the sheets to grab herself over her light pink, fleece night gown. As her desperation grew, she clamed her hand with both legs, trying to squeeze shut. Lily didn't want to get up since doing so could wake her friends. She started trembling while trying to lie very still. She could feel her bladder lurching, ready to leak it's contents. She got tired and then, after awhile, her urge disappeared. She just stopped feeling the need to go. Triumphant, she let go and feel asleep. Once again, she woke up awhile later, but this time, she woke up to straining pain down below. She could feel her swollen bladder fill to high capacity, bulging like a balloon ready to pop. She reached her arms under the covers and crossed her legs over both hands burying down to clutch tightly. She hoped that either the sun would come up, her friend on the edge would wake up, or she could just wait it out like earlier. Lily fidgeted, feeling a steaming spurt lick her flowery, silken, bluish-teal panties. She began rubbing a wrist to dig in and hopefully hold it back better. Another, slightly longer leak. She pinched her face, rubbing her legs slowly together. Then Lily felt another spasm bleed into her night gown around her wrist, she hissed a little, it sputtered and spit out a little more, and again, she kept regaining control, but it was a losing battle. Lily finally told herself she couldn't stand it anymore and was going to try sliding down to the foot of the bed to leave. She scooted a little and stopped to see if either friend noticed. Then she felt it suddenly spear through her, spraying into her panties, soaking the bottom of her thick fleece pink night gown, and begin spreading out on the bedsheets. Her wrist and fingers uselessly kept their ground against the tide, pressing the top folded-in part of her gown into the flow to be drenched with the rest. She felt the warmth crawl up her back and spread around the back of her legs. She laid there, on her back, breathing hard and steady. After peeing seeming forever, she lifted her head to check and see if it was visible on the blanket. It didn't seem bad, if at all. She hoped that maybe she would be the only one who would feel it, and so she went back to sleep. I remember waking up and walking by her room with her two friends and my sister there laughing while looking at the sheets, though by then thry had all taken a shower and changed. "Oh my gosh!" the girl my age exclaimed. "I can't believe you peed!" "What happened?" I asked. "Your sister like, totally wet the bed last night. It was like a water fountain in there!" Luckily they only did light teasing and weren't mad about it, but the other two girls did certainly notice, and both got a little wet in the process.
  5. Alex Oxford

    female The FaceTime

    So, as I’m sure many of you here can relate, I’m a big fan of the pee dance. Like, a big fan. For me, it’s not desperation unless there’s a little bit of restlessness; and when a pretty girls bladder is full to the point she’s physically dancing around to keep from peeing herself..... ugh, it’s awesome. With that said, I was very fortunate to have a girlfriend awhile back who, not only was accepting of my fetish, but also indulged me on a regular basis. We’ll call her Abby. She was a curvy latin girl, with curves in the right places. Most of my favorite experiences are with her, and she did some crazy stuff for me that I kno you will all appreciate hearing about. As she found out the specifics of what made me tick, Abby began to actually target my fetish to arouse me. She’s get in the car after work, and tell me how bad she had to pee during the day. She farted of casually, occasionally throwing out an account of desperation here and there that I could save for later. But one day, things escalated. I was messaging her on Snapchat, asking what she was doing. The coversating went something like this- Abby: Just hanging out at home. Just got back from work, kinda have to pee. Me: 😏 Abby: Is there something you’re trying to say? 😏 Me: How desperate are you, on a scale of 1- 10? Abby: Ehhh, like a 5 or 6. I could probably hold it a little longer. Me: Well maybe you should 😉 Abby: You really want me to? Me: Duh 😉 Abby: You’re lucky I like you 😉 Me: Lol wait I was just kidding 😂 Abby: Nah, I’m gonna hold it, maybe i’ll See what all the hype is about 😂 So she did. We chatted on and off throughout the evening, and she apparently continued to hold. After awhile, I had to ask, because it was killing me inside.... Me: So how you holding up? Abby: Well I’m almost done cleaning my room. Me: No not that, the pee thing. Abby: Oh, silly. I’m pretty uncomfortable actually, I have to pee pretty bad. Me: How bad? Abby: Like an 8 or 9, I’m probably going to go pee soon. Me: You could hold it a little longer 😉 Abby: Yeah but not by much.... I was drooling at this point. Unfortunately I wasn’t there to see it, but I needed details. So I got bolder. Me: Are you dancing around? Abby: Dancing? Me: Yeah, you know, the dance you do when you really have to pee? 😉 Abby: I guess you could say that 😉 Me: What are you wearing? Abby: Well, I’m actually wearing this cute dress. It’s really frilly. Me: So, what does your dance look like?..... Abby: You want me to describe it for you? Me: It would actually be awesome if you did that ❤️ Abby: Well, I’m cleaning my room trying to keep busy, but it’s not doing much to distract me at this point. I’m crossing my legs when I’m standing still, and I kind of twirl my hips back and forth so my dress flies around a little bit. Me: Are you stepping from foot to foot? 😉 Abby: A little bit, it helps actually. Me: You should show me, through Snapchat 😜 Abby: You really want me to? 😂 I look like a doofus. Me: Well I think you look hot as hell. She was silent for a moment. About 10 minutes actually. I was aroused as all hell, and I wanted to see something I’d never seen in person. Abby: You’re lucky I like you, and I will do his for you. But just know, this is one of the weirdest things you’ve ever asked me to do. Me: You don’t have to if you dont want to, I don’t want to pressure you.... Abby: No no, it’s just, it’s not something I’ve been comfortable sharing before. I usually go pee by now. Me: Well if it’s any consolation to you, I don’t think you’re weird for pee dancing. Abby: Geeeee thanks 😂 She sent me a series of pictures of her crossing her legs, bent over, biting er lip, with a hand in the crotch of er dress. It seemed like she was warming up to it, but it wasn’t until she sent me a short 10 second video that I knew she was really feeling it. The video was of her, dancing in place, with a hand gripping her dress, as she smiled and giggled on camera, while simultaneously trying not to pee herself. At the end of the video, she whispered, “is this what you wanted?” I was ecstatic. She was getting into it, despite being uncomfortable. She was teasing me, and keeping herself from peeing because I asked her. Damn, I was in heaven. Me: That was incredible. Abby: Did you like my high knees? 😉 I really have to pee, it helps me keep it in. Me: Maybe I could help you keep it in? Abby: How would you do that? 😉 Well, it was worth a shot. Why the hell not. Me: How about FaceTime? Abby: Ummmmmm.... Me: Only if you’re comfortable..... Abby: It’s not that. It’s just, I won’t e able to keep my phone steady. I’m dancing in front of my bathroom rn, I have to pee sooooo bad. Me: All the more reason you need my help huh? 😉 Abby: Lol 😂 okay, only if you promise to help 💀 Me: YEAH SURE I’M THE GUY. Silence. For maybe 10 more minutes. Another 5 minutes. Another 5. I was a little disappointed, as I thought she had peed. But all of a sudden.... ”Abby would like to FaceTime” *DING* There she was, standing in front of her full body mirror, dancing in front of her mirror while filming herself. ”I’m so sorry!!!” She apologized, “As I was coming back up the stairs, my mom stopped me and asked me to do the dishes....” ”Oh god, that must’ve been torture!” ”Oh it was,” she said in a sultry voice, crossing her legs and bobbing in place, “I started leaking a little bit. I was dancing and prancing and crossing my legs. Ugh, I almost wet myself.” She sneered as she coaxed me into irresistible arousal. “Are you still wet?” I asked, entranced. ”Oh definitely, most of my pee is sill in my bladder, slosssshing around....” she giggled, going into a curtsy as she hit her lip. I was speechless. I’d never seen anything like this before, an I felt like a king. She noticed the look of satisfaction on my face, and couldn’t help but capitalize on this moment to patronize me a little. ”You know, if you want, you can.... get off to me while I’m desperate.” She suggested. ”How about.... you don't get to pee till I finish?” I said mischievously. ”YOURE A BASTARD!” She cried I’ve the phone, dancing still, “But okay. Make it fast though, I don’t want to pee myself!” As you can imagine, I took my sweet ass time. She continued dancing and swaying and squirming on live feed, and I continued to pretend like I was going to get off in the next minute. She was swaying her ass back and forth, bobbing up and down, and stepping from foot to foot. My intention was, being the little shit that I am, to push her to the point she would be wetting herself. But she was doing too good a job of coaxing me.... ”Babe, I’m leaking, it’s coming down my legs. Are you almost done? I can’t stand still, my bladder is sooooo full....,” and then she crossed her legs, bit her lip, and whispered, “I’m going to have an accident.....” Needless to say, it was over pretty soon after that, and she couldn’t help but notice. ”There, I win. Time to peeeee!” ”Nononono wait wait-“ *CLICK* I laid on my bed, utterly dumbfounded, and quietly satisfied. My phone vibrated- Abby: I needed that 😉 Me: Me too 😉 Abby: You have no freaking idea how lucky you are. No actually, I did. I was hella lucky, a lot luckier than I’d been in awhile. For the duration of my relationship with her, I remained this lucky. She held for me in public on a number of occasions and would frequently share her desperation stories with me. Being lactose intolerant, there were a number of occasions where she indulged me in a “different” kind of account, very vividly. More than one pair of shorts came very close to being utterly and irreplaceabley desecrated on a number of occasions, either accidentally, or intentionally. I’ll definitely have to tell you about that sometime.
  6. Captain L

    female Ink Tank Burst

    Gotta cover up everything not your color.

    © Hanomidori

  7. Captain L

    female How Does a Lamia Use the Bathroom?

    Certainly an unusual position that Darling didn't consider.
  8. Slater

    female Faith's Last Stand

    (There's a deep backstory development in this story to explain some events, I broke this up in sections you can see by paragraph breaks.) So a long time ago I wrote a couple stories involving a cousin of mine I called "Faith" (not real name of course). If I could find those story postings essily, I'd give links but they're pretty ancient. Faith (very thin brunette, brown eyes, long arms, usually bob cut short hair) was one of those extended family members you rarely see that don't feel entirely like family and it can happen you get romantically interested or exploratory sometimes and stuff. I felt very protective of her for some reason, she lived in a small house most the time with, I think, 11 family members. I don't remember if that's all siblings or also parents, but she was bullied by the army of older brothers frequently. She also wet herself quite frequently. I noticed in big family gatherings, being poor, she (and siblings) would indulge in the soft drinks. I saw her desperate and holding herself like every time. I convinced her to pee in an old pair of my sister's pants once on Christmas, abd she had told me a few wetting stories in detail. Something happened after that Christmas. Next time we had family gatherings, she weirdly like, followed me around. If we played games, she wanted to be on my team. If we watched a movie, she wanted to sit next to me. In fact, it was hard being alone! I strongly contemplated taking advantage of the situation but I was too nervous and decided not to push it. . Later when her family moved to the country rural area, I got a chance to visit. On arrival they had fixed up a 2-seat go-cart and I got a chance to drive it. I asked if anyone wanted to ride with me, she volunteered. I realized she was still probably interested. Sure enough, couldn't get alone time, even in a cool, light rain. I went out for a walk and I was admiring a pond and ducks when she came up beside me and just stood there, arms folded, clearly cold. My heart was beating hard, I had an incredible crush on her. As kids, she showed me upskirts and wet for me once, now we were past that. I couldn't believe it, puppy love or what? Was it when I "beat up" her oldest brother after making her cry? We started talking in the odd, quiet privacy, which led to growing up and stuff. I was trembling as much as she was, but not because I was cold. Finally, sorta on the topic, I asked a (rather stupid) question. "Are you wearing a bra?" She said yes. And we started talking about it. She had 2, one grey and one rainbow color, she was wearing the rainbow one. I told her I had never seen a rainbow bra and asked if she'd show me. Faith was reluctant for a bit but she didn't flatly say no. I pointed out I had seen her panties several times before, and more once. "You really want to? I'm not much like my sisters." (Her older sisters were quite blessed) I assured her I wouldn't ask if I didn't thinkt her beautiful enough. That seemed like it. "Ok, sure." So we went to a shack still being built in the woods, the sun getting ready to set not great light, and she lifted her shirt. I touched the back strap and asked how it came off. She showed me but didn't take it off. Then I asked her about maybe peeing later. She said she'd think about it. . That night after dinner, she was given the task of doing the dishes. Which was a lot. The whole family wasn't there, and she was covering for a sibling not present, but between me, my sister, and 3 cousins, plus lunch dishes from earlier, it was a pretty huge pile. Her mom declared the dishwasher was horrible at getting things clean and insisted most everything be hand washed. I opted to help rinse some smaller stuff to put in the washer, but it was already half full and it didn't take much to top it off. Everyone else went to watch cartoons on TV while Faith was stuck in the kitchen. So I sat by the table to keep her company. Soon, she started fidgeting and hiking up a leg, sometimes kicking out. Then she was bent over in an odd position. She wasn't wearing tight jeans, but they were kinda form-fitting. With delight, I watched her bum arc and move around. "Everything ok?" I asked. Faith curled in her lip and was bending up and down. "Eeeh, no. I really have to go to the bathroom." She was dancing about on the cushioned floor mat as she worked and she wasn't even halfway done. Faith started rushing her job while grunting and quietly moaning. I considered helping, but the sink space was so small I figured I'd probably just be in the way. Her mom came by to check up on things, inspecting the dishes drying and yelled at her for some food left over on some utensils and the inside of a giant pan. She picked through them and set some on the other side. Faith tucked in her right leg and bent over a little. "Can I go to the bathroom first?" "No! No bathroom breaks!" She looked off in the direction of the TV in the living room. "I'm sick and tired of the chores not getting done around here!" (implying something to the group huddled on the couches) I will never forget how her voice echoed so sternly while everyone else just appeared to ignore her rant. After her mom left, Faith seemed distraught, embarrassed, and determined. She jumped up and down a few times and continued washing. I said, "Lilly (my sister) wet herself once doing the dishes." But that seemed to make Faith feel more distressed. Shortly after she dropped a large pot with a bouncing thud, jammed both hands in her crotch, and turn away from the sink, squinting her eyes. "I almost peed myself," she said. Faith resumed, rocking her butt frantically left and right and folding and kicking her legs. While trying to scrub a handful of utensils all at once, she suddenly dropped some silverware with a loud, metallic clatter and walked away from the sink with a grim look on her face and back again, pacing furiously. She walked up to the drying dishes and marched in place, stammering as she inspected a few dishes before going back to the sink. Every now and then, she'd turn to look at me and it got weirder as conversation between us dwindled down. Faith could hardly concentrate on anything I said. Then she bent down furiously and crossed her legs, standing there trembling furiously. I saw her hands by her crotch and thought she was holding herself but her hands weren't quite same position. I stood beside her and realized she had unbuttoned her light blue jeans. "Oh... my gosh! If I try to run right now, I might just pee all over myself." I meant to stand behind her, close and tight and maybe massage her shoulders but like a young doofus I just put a hand on her shoulder as I stood beside her. "Just... do it." I said. "What?" "Just do it. You're probably not going to make it anyway, it's you mom's fault, and I wanna see you pee." She nervously turned back and leaned around me to look at everyone else watching TV. Her mom was in the bedroom. She turned back and continued shivering. "Oooh, I don't know." "When I wet my pants at school once, I convinced everyone I spilled milk on myself. Maybe we can kinda do the same?" She gave me an eye roll look that said, that's the stupidest plan ever. Then her eyes got real wide, her mouth dropped. "Oh shoot! Shoot-shoot-shoot-shoot!" She grabbed her crotch and tightly crossed her legs the other way over her fingers. Faith was vibrating like a rattlesnake, bouncing a little up and down. She kept looking back to the living room. Then she slowly slid one hand after the other out of her hold and firmly gripped the edge of the sink. She looked forward out the window. "Step back." She said. I did. She spread her legs apart fairly wide, took another look back at the living room. Faith looked down, looked at me, looked forward, and looked down again. She took a loud, heavy breath. Everything seemed to stop. Then a sudden, explosive outreach of darkness ruptured from her crotch and it began. I was shocked how fast it bore down her legs in every direction, but mostly straight down her inner thighs. I saw her whole body just limp into relaxation, but at the time I wasn't happy that I was watching from behind. I wanted her facing me but there she was, having forced herself to have an accident prematurely. Due to my dissatisfaction at seeing her from behind I don't remember a lot of details except thinking that rainbow bra was in there somewhere under her shirt and wondering if she had matching underwear, and if so, was she peeing in them? Despite her leg spread, pee didn't really make much a stream down the middle and instead dripped off sometimes from her thighs, butt, and mostly poured onto the mat from the hems round her sock-less, bare ankles. The puddle was huge, a lake quietly forming around the edge of the (silicone?) grey mat and pooled a little under and around her feet on the mat. But most of it was making an island out of that mat. I wish I took more time to look at it, I didn't really notice or think to appreciate puddles as they formed back then. After an eternity of peeing, she finally finished, standing there frozen, kinda unsure what to do. I had wrongly assumed it would be contained on the mat cushion but it just went everywhere else instead. The material seemed water proof and so her pee just slid right off to the surrounding concrete, baren kitchen floor. She turned to the side, squealching the pee around on the mat to look at the living room, then she faced me briefly, her jeans were obviously peed in and very dark; I didn't expect the back of her pants to get soaked like that. When my sister Lilly wet herself and spread her legs out, pee streamed out loudly hammering the floor, so that's kinda what I expected. I wanted Faith keep facing me but she turned back and seemed to cling herself to the sink, not wanting to look at anything or anyone. She just stood there in her super darkened, warmly wet jeans, and kept doing the dishes, able to concentrate now that her bladder was empty. I didn't know what to do, so I left to watch TV with the other kids and teens. Eventually her mom walked back in the kitchen. "What is this?" She said loudly. "Did you wet yourself?" At that, a number of kids turned around and Faith was yelled at by her mom for all to hear. Then Faith looked at me, gulped, and argued that she was told she wasn't allowed to go. After a little more back and forth, her mom admitted to overreacting, said sorry and sent her off to the bathroom to clean up. I went into the kitchen and helped her mom mop the floor and put the dishes away. When Faith came out of the shower, in her pink, red, black checkered night gown, we finished putting the dishes away. . I had fantasized and hoped in-between visits she'd grow to have omorashi as a fetish, imagining her longing to find another opportunity to wet herself again with me. But at the next family get together, Faith wasn't so clingly like before, but we did get a moment when she was told to fetch some diapers from the family van for a baby and I offered to help look. I started the conversation towards the direction of all we had done together and such, but she was up front with me. She said that we shouldn't do stuff like that anymore and we should recognize ourselves as family. "We're grown up now," she said. I didn't want to admit it, but she was right. And that was that. We never talked about it ever again. It was as pathetically close to intimacy as I got in life. I never dated and only tried briefly three times all the way until 2 years ago, dated a wonderful young lady in a distance relationship, but we didn't get intimate. I still haven't even kissed a girl yet. I think I never will.
  9. ♥TheWetFinn♥

    female Tiffy wetting her bed on purpose

    I used one of Tiffy's photos and made this quick edit out of it. It's not much, but it was an attempt to practice my editing skills.
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  11. ♥TheWetFinn♥

    female Mika (from Girls Und Panzer)

    After a hard day of tankery, Mika was too tired to go to the bathroom before taking a nap. This was my first edit, I hope you enjoy.
  12. Captain L

    female Soaking Shadow Siren

    I'm putting this in the female gallery because it's the most obvious, but I'll be damned if I know how to properly tag it.

    © Suzumusi114

  13. Kenny P.

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  14. Kenny P.

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  15. Kenny P.

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  16. Kenny P.

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  17. Kenny P.

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  18. Kenny P.

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  19. Kenny P.

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  20. Kenny P.

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  21. Kenny P.

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