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  1. Hi everyone! My first post in about 10 years , I thought I'd start with a very embarrassing, but very thrilling, public wetting. I was working out of town as a vendor for grocery stores. The job was easy and therefore boring, especially because I was way overqualified lol. To pass the time one day I decided to do a hold. I decided very early in the day, and began taking many trips to the water fountain. The entire time I was working, I plotted and schemed out a good spot to go and flood myself, playing out different scenarios in my head while my desperation grew. Bouncing up and down and stealing a sly pinch here and there, I went through my day. Finally I reached the end of my shift and it was time to go put my plan into action. Driving out of the parking lot, all I could think of was the sweet release and relief that was waiting for me. Now this was a very upscale and rich area, there was a very nice shopping center that had a large parking lot wrapping around back behind the center itself. This part of the parking lot was usually not very busy, and had a great view overlooking fields. In my head I was already there, blissfully peeing my pants. It was midday when I pulled in to find the shopping center bustling with people and very busy. There were no parking spots in the front, which made me wonder how busy the back lot was. To my dismay I found it to be quite a bit busier than normal. I circled around the lot, looking for the perfect secluded place. After a few minutes of this, I realized I was going to have to have an F it attitude. The quote unquote perfect place was not presenting itself, and I did not want to have an accident in the seat of my car. I pulled into a parking spot near the funnel entrance into the back lot. In my head I knew the spot was risky, anyone parked back there could walk around the corner at any moment, so I would have to be quick. I turned the car off, jumped out, lean back against my door ready to let go, when I hear voices. Now this shopping center also contained a gym, so of course 3 of the hottest mid to late 20 something women come strutting around the corner. Even with me knowing how risky this spot was I was still completely caught off guard, partly because I was having to throw the brakes on so close to relief, but also because the beauty of these women was staggering. I was at a 10 on the scale of desperation, literally leaking in my boxers, trying to hold on, and I have this perfect sideview over the top of my car. It's as if I was in a movie, and they were moving in slow motion. All three clad in different color spandex leggings, with thick round bootys that tapered to skinny waists and skimpy sports bras. Definitely the rich white girl look, with fancy bags and big sunglasses. I was very intimidated by them in the state I was in. My brain froze but my body moved, scrambling to look like I was doing something until they walked past my car. I opened my driver door and started digging around under my seat like I was looking for something. I planned to stay down there until they had walked by, closing my eyes and squeezing myself. But then I heard "Hey can we get in here ?" I look up in two of the women are standing in front of my door, I was confused at first, but then the lights went on... I was parked next to their SUV (insert face palm here). "Of course" I replied back "How's your day going ladies?" I wanted to sound smooth, but sounded more like a teenage boy hitting puberty. They kind of half smiled and gave a dry reply. Due to my desperation I awkwardly closed my door and slowly backed up to let them both get in. They didn't understand, and could tell were irritated I didn't move faster. Although, in my mind they were the ones going slow, taking forever to get in their suv. Here is where the all too familiar pang of my bladder giving out, told me time was almost up. Frozen in place, leaning back against my car. My only hope was that they pulled away in time. Again, like I was in a movie, the SUV backed out seemingly in slow motion. Little spurts of pee started to shoot out, as I feined a smile at the girl in the front passenger seat passing me. What happened next all happened at a lightning pace. The SUV finally backed out enough to be able to pull out, and began to turn and go forward. My bladder spasmed and spurted into my jeans. Thinking they were driving away I started to relax, looking down the front of my jeans began to darken, when there was a honk. A vehicle came speeding around the corner, cutting off the SUV, and forced the girls to stop. Problem was, they were stuck right in front of me! I managed to stop the flow momentarily, but I was already soaked down to my knee on one side. My predicament was on full display if the girls only look in front of them. I could see clearly through the front windshield. The woman driving was looking over her back shoulder, and her friends were making sure she was clear to go. Praying they would just drive off, my body gave in and involuntarily pushed, emptying like a pressure washer in my pants. All the while I was watching them. The girls head in the front passenger seat turned, and cocked sideways with a confused look on her face. My stomach dropped, I was caught. Reaching over she tapped the driver, who whipped her head around, and when she saw me, both of her hands went to her mouth. Helpless, I could feel the warmth reach my left sock, and start running down my other leg as I just stared back, my face was hot and definitely beet red. The third friends head popped out between them from the back seat, sunglasses down the bridge of her nose to see better, she visibly gasped in shock. Piss flowed like a river down both of my legs and splashed loudly on the ground now, intense feelings of relief and embarrassment were overwhelming. But my omo brain wanted to make the most of my beautiful audience. Dropping my head I lowered my gaze to the ground below me. With no one blocking them in still, I wondered what they were waiting for. Trying to relax I pushed as hard as I could. Pooling in my boxers with nowhere to go, it went up the front of my jeans soaking my white T in front up to my belly botton. I watched the darkness on my jeans grow. Wetness had now wrapped around the back, met up with the front at my knees and continued to climb up. Peeing for over a minute at this point, my power hold was biting me in the ass. I stole a glance up at the vehicle to see them all watching intently, and got my answer as to why they were waiting. The girl in the front passenger seat had her phone out I'm assuming to film or take pictures, while the other two watched with amused faces. As the flow slowed to a trickle I shrugged my shoulders, eliciting giggles from the girls. The driver looked over her shoulder and backed away while the other two waved sheepishly. I gave a defeated wave back and then they were gone. Letting out the last couple spurts, I observed that my puddle was in at least a 3 foot circle around me, running into the the empty parking space the girls vacated, and my pants were completely soaked save for thin dry strips running up my hips. My feet sloshed in my shoes as I quickly jumped into my car and drove home trying to process what had just transpired.
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    Ive collected many more anime wettings doubling the length of the video from last time, Ive also sorta ranked them putting my least favorites at the front and my absolute favorites at the end, and after the compilation theres a slideshow showing all the wettings in action Wettings that were supposed to be added but excluded and why Aine from Masou Gakuen HxH (discovered she was 17) All the other Ikkitousen wettings (were either of minors or were in school uniforms which I was uncomfortable with) All the other queens blade wettings (scenes were either way too intense or it was of Leina who looked too young with her big ass bug eyes) Dark Love (Most likely minors and it was extremely rapey, made me extremely uncomfortable) Aesthetic of a rouge hero (Minors☹️) (Whats stopping these weirdo creators from making the characters adults☹️) Jojo’s Bizzare Adventure Part 6 Stone Ocean (showed way too little, and wasnt explicit enough)
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    Woman visits a convent run by two nuns. She is caught peeking on another inmate. She is put in diapers, spanked, and given an enema that she releases into a diaper.
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  4. View File Nun Helena Couvent Maudit Woman visits a convent run by two nuns. She is caught peeking on another inmate. She is put in diapers, spanked, and given an enema that she releases into a diaper. Submitter FarCry3 Submitted 10/24/2023 Category Female AB/DL Messing  
  5. View File First Time Peeing My Panties Girl Desperate and pees her panties Submitter PaddedWanderer Submitted 10/29/2023 Category Female  
  6. I needed another writing project to kickstart my creativity, mix things up a little, and fate delivered me a rather interesting idea that, surprisingly, I didn't really find much of elsewhere. Have some interesting ideas I wanna try out, so hopefully those are entertaining enough to give a read! And since it came up last time I started a new story, no, I'm not stopping work on The Flowering Knights. Quite contrary, I have plans for a sequel or two, coming up (hopefully) soon! Rescheduling should allow me to keep up a fairly consistent rate on both stories going forward, so I'll do my best to keep things rocking and rolling. For this bizarre idea, well...it may have a bit less on the diaper content than what I usually write here at first (with plenty to follow!), but I promise I'm going somewhere with it and it'll pay off after some setup. As always, thank you for taking the time to read, and please enjoy! ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER 1 - The Crab and Its Mother The show always started with the same announcement, but it never failed put a genuine smile on the face of everyone present in anticipation of what would be a highlight of their year. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls: Fazbear Entertainment would like you put your hands together for the one - the ONLY - Freddy Fazbear!” Like clockwork, the elevator would then reach the top of the stage, revealing the towering four animatronics that – somewhat literally – leapt into song. It was an immediate, certified bop that had the crowd cheering, men and women, boys and girls alike enamored with this robotic rockband. Everyone knew who they were and almost everyone had heard them perform at least once before, but it never made any difference: they were a timeless classic, and you couldn’t help but love them every time. “They were a bit clunkier back in our day, huh?” Dylan playfully nudged his girlfriend in the arm, and she brushed him off with a distracted laugh, almost spilling her drink in the process. Sarah was ditzy like that, but it was part of her appeal. He couldn’t help but laugh in return, enjoying the show and her reactions to it. Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex: there wasn’t anywhere else in the world that brought so many different people together. There were kids, teens, adults from their twenties all the way to grandparents, and they’d all come here tonight to see the iconic animatronics perform. Even in the time Dylan had been alive they had progressed so far: when he was a kid, they were basically just a recording and speaker inside a moveable, mechanical skeleton, with a plastic shell to look like an animal around it. Basic stuff, and when you were a dumb kid it didn’t matter. But now? These things were AI, actual learning machines that could interact with people all throughout the Pizzaplex. Heck, they’d even learned – actually learned – how to play in a rockband! And it wasn’t just some poor recording, either: as he watched Chica shred on her guitar in a way he’d never heard before for this song, a deafening roar came up from the people listening. He smiled and gave a short round of applause, impressed. Sarah shook her head and kept clapping. “Oh my God! I didn’t even know she could do that! That’s sooooo cool!” “Yeah, that’s the power of technology I guess,” Dylan scooched his seat a bit closer and put his arm around Sarah. “Once I finish my degree maybe I’ll program the next Glamrocks!” They shared a silly laugh. Dylan wasn’t going into programming, or even IT, for a career, but it was such an upbeat show that it was difficult to keep from simply being happy about, well, everything! Even having a horde of children milling about with their stupid observations, pointing and ear-grating noises couldn’t ruin the moment. Dylan sighed in contentment: tonight was going perfectly so far, and if it continued as he expected then he’d have one of the best nights of his life. An all-expenses paid trip to the Pizzaplex with his girlfriend, his little brother, all the passes they’d need for some based photos with the animatronics, maybe a corner to sneak away to and get lost for some funsies times before heading out for the night? Literally a dream come true. Granted, it required sticking with a batch of lame schoolkids for part of the day, plus the other random goofy boomerfolk that had gotten roped up into this media tour or whatever, and their crazed grandchildren, but Dylan could get through all that if it meant he and Sarah could have a good night. And potentially a better night, if he played his cards right. The thought made him grin to himself, enough so Sarah had to ask him what he was thinking about. He played it off cool, said something unimportant and went back to focusing. Chicks got crazy when they didn’t get a straight answer, and she’d probably get the message. Set her up so you two can knock it down tonight, he thought to himself. A few seconds later he stole a glance at her, and judging by the look on her distracted face she was probably connecting the dots, in a good way. Smooth moves, Dylan. Smooth moves. It was natural – they were in their twenties, they’d been dating for a few months and they were very much in love. Sure, she had her problems, but Dylan wasn’t perfect either, and he knew it. Was barely on his mind in the moment. The song ended with raucous applause, and the animatronics took up a group bow. Freddy Fazbear waved and held up the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Thank you so much for coming out tonight!” More cheering, to the point it was starting to get annoying to Dylan. Come on, just get on with the show already… “We’re really glad you could make it, and hope you’re having as much fun as we are. If you have any requests, you can upload them with the FazApp on your smart phones, and a lucky winner might just get their pick, played live!” At this, several people started pulling out their phones excitedly. Suddenly a man in the crowd, looking straight out of a few decades back, shouted up at the stage. “Got any David Bowie in those bear arms?” As a few of the adults snickered at this, Freddy looked over at the crocodile in the back. Monty, was his name? Dylan couldn’t remember, never really paid much attention to that one. The suave animatronic tipped his star-shaped sunglasses and nodded a few times. Freddy made what sounded like a mechanical chuckle. “I think we just might.” Within a few seconds the animatronics were jamming out again to a song Dylan had never heard before. He scowled – it wasn’t that the music was bad, and neither was the performance. If anything, he was impressed at the fact that the animatronics could not only take live requests, but could do so without the FazApp. That meant there wasn’t a staff team intervening or programming or remixing anything, and the band really was just doing it as they went. Maybe they had access to music files or something, or they’d been practicing it. Maybe it was a plant! Like that stuff they do in magic shows where they have someone in the audience that’s actually in on the whole thing, a performer’s trick. In the end it was still plain impressive, and when they were done with it he offered them a round of applause with everyone else. Freddy and the gang were really something, and they were making this the best date ever. The thing that grated on Dylan was some old fart trying to have his fifteen seconds of fame and then acting like he was enjoying the show when the animatronics stole the limelight again. He had half a mind to call the 1980s-looking middle-aged prick out for his goofy boomer wisecracks in the middle of the show, but decided against it. Sarah didn’t like it when he got like that with losers, no matter how annoying they were, and an argument with her was the last thing he needed tonight, especially in front of so many people. For hours Freddy and friends played, jamming away with practiced songs and taking a few requests as they went: some were originals from Fazbear Entertainment, others classics from various musical ages. They never took any of Dylan’s suggestions, something irritating but not really the end of the world. It was still a great show, one for the ages. Then there was the usual bustle of people trying to get some pictures and autographs with the animatronics, something people were shuffled away from, mainly due to their lack of passes. The massive showroom slowly emptied out as people went their separate ways, and the band bid their fans a good night with some snazzy waves or metal hand gestures before taking the elevator down the way they’d come. Dylan waved them off, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he’d be saying hello again. Unlike a bunch of the doofy folk present, he had all the slips he’d need to have a few selfies and a handshake with the famous robot rockband. “I guess we should go pick up the gremlins first, huh?” Dylan turned to Sarah. She scowled and soft-punched him in the arm, to which he stifled a yelp. “I told you not to call my sister a gremlin! And he’s your little brother, don’t be such an ass about it.” He rolled his eyes. They’d been over this before, he didn’t really mean it. He liked Matt, they had a good relationship and he was a good kid. Sarah’s little sister wasn’t so bad, either, if a little too headstrong for her own good at times. Still, they were kids, and constantly needing attention and getting in the way of him and Sarah: having a date night was nearly impossible with those two in the equation. Thankfully, there was a way to fix that. Both of them were friends with Ava, and Ava’s big brother was a nice guy. A couple tables over, Rick was babysitting the gremlin trio with the patience of someone that didn’t have any self-respect. Dylan didn’t hide his opinion of Rick, but Sarah was a girl and didn’t want to upset anyone, so he played nice and always said ‘thank you’ when Rick offered to make room for the two of them. As he and Sarah approached Matt came skipping up. “Did you see that?!” Matt was full of energy, practically bouncing out of his shoes, no doubt the effects of too much Fizzy Faz. “Sure did, bud.” Dylan ruffled his brother’s hair, smiling. “What was your favorite part?” Matt made an effort to explain it, but most of it was just sugar-infused rambling. A few chuckles later, Dylan simply offered, “Yeah, me too. Betcha can’t wait to get a pic, huh?” “Yup yup!” Yeah, he was hooked. That was good, the Pizzaplex wasn’t exactly a cheap place to visit all the time, so having it really count meant Dylan wouldn’t be getting roped into funding a trip here on his own anytime soon. Hopefully. The group exchanged some smalltalk, mainly keeping the kids focused and excited. Sarah did her usual fussing, asking everyone if they needed to go pee because once they started the backstage tour it’d be hard to find a bathroom, on and on. Matt made the embarrassing mistake of asking why, at which point Rick had to remind him that animatronics didn’t need bathrooms. A few minutes later, one of those rolling staffbots came up to them. “Hi. Backstage group tour starts in five minutes. Please come to the stage and have your backstage passes ready for verification.” Again, Sarah was the one leading the charge on making sure everyone had their little passes pocketed and on-hand, threatening that losing one might mean sitting out the tour. Once satisfied everyone was safe, she led the children towards the stage, by hand for the girls as Matt skipped not-too-far ahead. Rick stifled a laugh of satisfied amusement. “I’ve got to say, coming here was a good call. I don’t think they’ve had this much fun since that trip to the movies.” Dylan stifled a laugh of his own, this one rude. “What, the one with the scary movie where Ava peed her pants?” “No. The cartoon.” If Rick was irritated he was doing a good job of hiding it. The two didn’t say anything else until they got to the stage. Dylan spotted that 80s guy from earlier walking away with what was probably his wife. Something was said about the Daycare, and that reminded Dylan that there were a bunch of schoolkids on tour here, too. Most of them weren’t allowed to see the show, and got stuck in the Daycare for the time being. Supposedly, there were concerns from some parents that the animatronics would be traumatizing or give their kids nightmares, and so the compromise was reached by the school shortly before the trip was approved. But there were still a few young teens that were present, guided by Mr. Johnson himself. Dylan hadn’t liked Mr. Johnson much back in the day, and the man still seemed like that type of done-with-this-shit teacher he had been for years. Oh well, wasn’t Dylan’s problem anymore. Once the group of them were assembled the staffbot did what looked like a headcount. “Backstage tour will begin momentarily. Please ask any questions you may have.” Sarah raised her hand. “I thought we were going backstage?” She pointed to a nearby door labeled backstage: staff only. “Is the tour updated?” The staffbot looked like it almost lost balance at this question, something that immediately embarrassed Dylan. Really, Sarah? In front of all these strangers? “Backstage tour proceeding as programmed,” the staffbot answered. “Please ask any questions you may have.” Sarah shrugged this off, and Dylan made an effort to not facepalm. Obviously the bots knew what they were doing. Besides, it wasn’t like Fazbear Entertainment would let them just wander around the Pizzaplex unsupervised, getting lost in its backrooms like some stupid creepypasta. A couple of the other people had some equally silly questions, including some girl that looked like she was addicted to social media and her phone. To Dylan’s surprise, the staffbot didn’t ask her to put it away. He could have sworn he remembered the staffbots being fussy about people taking pictures, something about how the flash could mess with the animatronics’ eyes, or some other weird tech reason. Maybe that was changed along with whatever tours used to be like. Regardless, it meant they’d get some neat opportunities for selfies. A single post with a Fazbear-shaped button was the only control shown on the elevator, and the staffbot pushed it with a simple motion. A safety fence encircled the elevator as it immediately began to descend at a reasonably slow pace. Glittering lights shown all around them, and as Dylan looked up he realized that it was a humongous holographic display of the rockband! There they all were, towering above the people that idolized them: Freddy Fazbear, the face of the franchise and the singer everyone adored. Chica, jamming away on her holographic guitar. Roxanne, playing her weird keyboard/guitar hybrid thingy. Monty or whatever his name was, on his guitar. It was a really cool show, and Dylan was almost sad he was viewing it from right underneath, instead of where he could see them front and center. Until his eyes drifted between Chica’s legs and got a solid view of her robot ass. For some reason he couldn’t describe his eyes immediately fixated, some instinct kicking in. He had to force his eyes away by turning his head back, hoping to look up at the ceiling so far above, instead getting a look at Roxy’s ass. From there it was just a back and forth between the two, increasingly special thoughts filling his head as they went before they gently reached the bottom of the elevator ride, and the safety gate retracted. “This way,” the staffbot gently motored forward with a whirr sound. Dylan began to realize how different things looked down here: they’d just come from a large plaza with full colors, immaculate cleaning, bright lights, flashy music and pictures everywhere. Down here it was drab concrete and red lights, like they’d just gone into a nuclear silo or something. Chills ran up his spine for a moment, and he wasn’t certain if it was the mood and eerie, hollow sounds around his ears or Sarah deathgripping his hand and pulling close. She was practically jumping into his arms like a cartoon character, and his hand began to lose circulation, but Dylan didn’t dare stop. This was a dream come true! What guy didn’t want to put up a brave front for his girl? Proud, he continued forward after the staffbot along with the others. A weird feeling seemed to settle amidst everyone, cautious glances around as people seemed disoriented and confused at the sudden shift in mood. It was like they had left heaven and gone straight to hell. Or something. There was a crudely placed ramp leading directly to a garage door, with a sign next to it that said B2. The staffbot gently went into it. “We are now underneath the Pizzaplex. Please do not stray: guests are not allowed down here, and we do not wish to lose sight of you for legal reasons.” The following hallway was at least somewhat decent, with a laminated wood floor and simple brick walls. Kind of like a school, or something. It led straight ahead to another garage door-looking thing, and also broke to the right. When the staffbot hit the intersection it stopped, as if unsure of where to go. It took a minute for it to start moving forward again, bumping into the door a few seconds later. “This is Parts and Services,” it replied, its voice going a bit goofy. “Freddy and tHe GaNg can come here directly for some fit and polish after a hard day of performing. Due to a hazardous work ENViRONment, we will not be vIsiting without the neceSSary perSONal protective eQUIPment, or PPE, mandated undeR federal law 49 Forty-Nine CFR One-Seven-Two point Seven-Zero-Four.” “That’s a weird fact for the tour,” Dylan grumbled. He felt Sarah’s hand somehow tighten around his own. “Dylan, I’m getting scared.” He tried to pat her reassuringly. “It’s all good, babe. I’m here, we’ll be okay.” She seemed to lighten up a bit, and his hand thanked him for a small amount of bloodflow back. The staffbot turned around, going back the way it had come. When it reached the intersection it turned left and halted again. “This path leads to-” it stopped midsentence, making some computerized garble sounds before nearly falling backwards, then accelerating like a bullet and smashing face-first into the wall with a comedic bronk sound, flopping backwards and making a sound like powering down. Smoke emanated from its body and the smell of burning electronics filled the air. Several screams echoed throughout the enclosed space, and a few surprised cries came through as well. It took more than a few seconds to get everyone to calm down and stop freaking out. That one girl from earlier took a short video with her smartphone, and after a few seconds made a confused face. “That’s weird. I don’t have any service down here.” Concerningly, it seemed like a trend: no one had any signal in their current location. When one of the teens tried to head up to the Parts and Services doorway they were likewise unable to proceed. Some pounding did no good, and Mr. Johnson tried knocking on the door that returned to the elevator. No dice – they were stuck down here. “Okay,” Rick pointed down the hallway they hadn’t tried yet. “Only one way left to go.” “No way!” Ava grabbed his leg fearfully. “It’s dark and scary.” The man gave her a headpat and pulled out his smartphone. Dylan shook his head, “Dude, there’s no signal down here.” A light emanated from the smartphone, and Rick passed it to Ava, who practically snatched it from his hands. “Diodes don’t lose reception.” Reluctant to admit their moment of forgetfulness, soon everyone had assembled an array of flashlights. It wasn’t long before they were back in a concrete room of sorts, blocky pillars and barely any lighting present. This must have been the foundation of the building, eerie and with weird shadows at every corner. What lights there were were either red and barely helpful, or flickering and barely better than that. A small, electric cart was jammed in the corner without its key, and so the group proceeded slowly and carefully, huddled together for safety. A marking on the wall read B2-MAIN-COR-N2. “Dylan, Sarah, write that down,” Rick pointed it out. “Let’s keep track of where we go, in case we get lost.” “Are we lost?” Matt whispered worryingly up to Dylan. Dylan shook his head. “Nah, lil’ man: just strayin’ from the beaten path! It’s an adventure of a lifetime, right Sarah?” He turned to Sarah, who didn’t look the least bit convinced, but she forced an agreement for the sake of the kids present. They rapidly lost track of time, scouring around for a way out and checking for signal as they went. Everyone collectively spaced out more and more as they did, checking things over more and more carefully, like some secret passage would reveal itself. Rick seemed convinced there was more value in following the corridor, but was easily outvoted on blazing a trail through and potentially getting themselves lost further and further into the maze. Surely they were just as likely to have someone come check on them after they disappeared, and after the staffbot lost contact and powered down, right? “Hey, Sarah,” Dylan asked. She made a hmm? sound as he nudged her. “I’ve been thinkin’, since we’ve got the place to ourselves while we wait for a rescue, how about we-” There was a brief scream from nearby, causing him to immediately jump upright and spin around, heart pounding. In the confined space, finding the location was hard, but he recognized it as Matt’s and immediately took off after it. Rounding one corner rewarded him with the sight of his little brother, sitting down and backing away cautiously from a vent on the wall. The boy pointed and stammered, “D-did you see that? It’s in the vent! It’s there!” “What is? What was it?” Dylan asked. He sighed, trying not to freak out himself in front of Sarah. Whatever it had been must have scared the daylights out of Matt, as a noticeable wet patch was etched into his cargo shorts. “A little music man thingy! Like the DJ! He’s-” Matt started to hiccup, trying hard not to cry. “-missing teeth, and he had these-” “Oh, sweetie,” Sarah knelt down and hugged him, letting the kid bawl his eyes out into her bosom. “It’s okay, we’re here now.” She rocked him back and forth a bit as Dylan sighed again. “I know it’s scary for ya down here, but try and stay brave for me, okay?” he asked. Matt didn’t respond, so Dylan tried again. “Okay, look, no more splitting up. You’re sticking with me or Sarah, okay?” A muffled OHGKAIYE sound was all the confirmation he needed. After at least an hour and a half it was starting to look hopeless. Groups kept cycling back and forth between the locked doors they’d come from to the locked doors at the end of the concrete hallways, seemingly unable to get anywhere. No amount of pounding or pleading at the doors, no amount of trying to send text messages or phonecalls or even shouting for help seemed to do the trick. For all intents and purposes, they were stuck here. “What’s this lead to?” Rick asked someone in the distance. Mr. Johnson’s voice could be heard answering him, B2-ATR-COR-E. Rick made a thinking sound. “It’s gotta lead to the atrium, where we came from. Maybe one of those closed attractions on the side, from when we came in?” Dylan and Sarah approached, siblings in close tow. “And how would you remember something like that, huh?” “Just observant,” Rick shrugged. “Not like the other option is viable.” He nodded at the large door across from him, one with some kind of robotic head marking nearby that a group of teens were failing to open. “Gather everyone here and let’s see where it leads.” There was a frustrated sigh from that young woman from earlier, the one with the smartphone obsession. “Like, you know it’s shut tight too, don’t you? Already checked it.” After a few seconds of walking up to it, Rick squatted down and slid his fingers underneath, grunting as he brought it up a few inches. “Someone give me a hand,” he wheezed, and a few of the men moved in to help. Together, they were able to lift it up enough to fit through. The girl shrugged. “I just heard that from some other people, guess they were wrong.” “Not important,” Rick pointed down the short tunnel. It’s a new possibility, let’s see where it leads us.” After taking a brief moment to gather everyone together, the refugees continued on their perilous journey. Sarah sighed. “This is taking forever. I’m just glad we’re finally moving again. Anything that helps me get that song out of my head.” “What, one of the ones the animatronics played?” Rick asked. “Yeah, the one catchy one they did is really hard to not think about, you know?” “Oh, you mean the waltz?” Sarah made a confused sound, so Rick elaborated. “Maybe not a waltz, but it has the same beat to it.” He snapped his fingers, once low, then twice high, repeating over and over again. “It’s a classic pace for a waltz – a type of dance.” “Ohhhh, that’s why it’s so catchy!” Sarah giggled to herself. “Makes sense now.” Dylan was about to say something to cut Rick’s know-it-all explanations down a peg when they stopped suddenly. Mr. Johnson pointed ahead. “There! It’s a door, a normal one!” The door read staff only on it, but no one seemed to care. At this point they were ploughing ahead, desperate to get back above and into the normal Pizzaplex. Dylan was the first one up, storming up the stairs in an irritated mood. Getting trapped down below the first level was bad enough, then Rick was trying to act like some bigshot hero because he knew some stuff and now they were super late and he was missing out on time with Sarah? Yeah, screw that. The sooner he got up and out and things were settling down the sooner they could get back to normal, and he could hopefully salvage his date. There, up the winding staircase was another doorway. Practically ripping it open, he stepped out into the familiar sights and sounds of the atrium not far off, a map-board and some posters for attractions all around the pi- “Hi.” It was a loud and robotic greeting as something jammed right up into his face and knocked him backwards, right on his ass. Pain jolted up his spine as he landed right on a bone, winding him immediately. He felt something warm starting to pool underneath him, barely through the hurt of it all. Was it…blood? Something whizzed forward, shoving a piece of folded paper at his face. “Please take this map. Take a map.” Dylan slowly started to realize he wasn’t being attacked, instead having been sought after by a slightly-too-energetic map bot. A brief look down made him realize that he had not in fact been wounded, and was not bleeding. The sudden pain had just made him lose control and he’d pissed his pants. People came rushing up the stairs, confused and frightened about what had happened. “This stupid fuckin’ bot just attacked me, pushed me over.” Dylan growled, standing up and trying to act like nothing had happened, cheeks burning from embarrassment. He snatched the map angrily from its hands. Thankfully, people seemed too tired to make any fun of point it out or anything else, really. It was getting late, almost midnight by this point. “I think the shortest way out of here is back to the Daycare,” Mr. Johnson announced. “The others should still be around and we can all go our separate ways from there.” Mumbles of discontent were of no use, they all slowly made their way there. It was oddly empty in the Pizzaplex, a distinct lack of people aside from themselves and only the mundane routines of staffbots cleaning the floors and polishing attractions. Dylan was furious! One stupid thing after another, the whole night was basically ruined by this point. He wanted to kick something really hard, let out all the anger brewing inside of him. It wasn’t until Sarah gently held his hand that he had a stroke of relaxation. Maybe…maybe it was gonna be okay. She seemed genuinely concerned for his frame of mind, almost like she was worried he’d been hurt by the mapbot. The stress melted away and by the time they’d walked a room over he was in a much better mood. By the time they hit the daycare area he was startled to see that everyone was still here. The entire school tour, the parents, pretty much everyone that was a part of their little party group. Mrs. White approached in a kerfuffle. “Mr. Johnson! Where on Earth have you been?” He sighed. “Our tour guide had a malfunction, and we were trapped under the Pizzaplex with no signal. We only just now made it out, thanks to these young folk.” At this he indicated Dylan, Sarah and Rick, something that made Dylan beam with pride. He’d had a huge crush on Mrs. White way back in the day, and she still looked pretty great now. Granted, he had no intentions of cheating on Sarah, but it was nice to look good in front of one of your old teachers. “Oh goodness!” she threw her hands up in the air. “That must have been horrible! I’m so glad you’re back now. The Daycare attendant has been loathe to let us go without everyone being accounted for, and we didn’t want to take the bus back without you.” It was nice and all, but Dylan was fine with calling it quits for the night. Everyone else seemed about at their limit of ‘fun’ as well. An automated-sounding voice played over the loudspeakers. "Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex is now closed. Initiating nighttime protocols." “Huh?” Mrs. White was frantic. “But we’re still in here!” In the distance Dylan could hear the Daycare attendant – a peppy jester animatronic named Sun – excitedly talking about staying up all night with the kids, cheering them up from whatever adult nonsense they were all too happy to ignore. Free sleepover with pizza and soft drinks? They were all in, of course. The adults in question, of course, were not so happy. Calls for speaking to management or calling the police came up, and it was starting to look like something of a riot might ensue. Moments before disaster, a calming, automated voice called to them from nearby. “Everyone, please! I beg of you to relax for a moment.” It was Freddy Fazbear himself, accompanied by his three bandmates! A wave of elation rushed through the people present. It wasn’t enough to stop the discontent, but it was at least something. “I…” Freddy started, scratching the back of his head. “Was unaware there were still guests in the Pizzaplex. What are you all doing here?” The teachers briefly explained their predicament. The animatronic bear looked thoughtful. “I see.” There was a long pause, uncomfortably long. “I am truly sorry. However…the Pizzaplex is under security lockdown for the night, and all of our staff have gone home for the night. You will not be able to leave until the lockdown ends.” “And how long will that be?” Mrs. White was doing her best not to blow a gasket. Freddy hesitated again. He sounded truly apologetic, actually contrite about the situation. “Normally, the doors would open at 6AM. Unfortunately, there is a special concert booked, and maintenance was intended to go throughout the week. We will not be open again until Saturday morning.” “What?!” He held up his hands. “Please, do not be alarmed! Our staffbots are still active and will do everything to make your stay as comfortable as possible, and Fazbear Entertainment will surely cover all the costs to make up for this unfortunate situation!” Mr. Johnson didn’t look happy, either. “Can’t we just call someone to unlock the doors?” Freddy blinked. “I have tried to contact the main office, but there is a connection error. I cannot get a hold of anyone.” A girl mentioned something nearby. “I tried calling outside the Pizzaplex, but it went right to voicemail and hung up on me. Oh, I’m Kayla, by the way.” Freddy looked back at the other animatronics. They looked blank, as if dreading something. Dylan wasn’t certain of what it was until Freddy looked back at them. “There may be a service issue present. If we cannot fix it, then you will be stuck here until the doors open again. I…” a sudden resolve went through the animatronic and he stood up straighter, closing his fists. “We will give you a vacation here until then, to make up for it. For all of you.” Mr. Johnson didn’t buy into it. “How? We’ll need food and a place to sleep and laundry and-” “Do not worry,” a sultry, electronic female voice cooed. It was Chica. “This location has stockpiled enough to keep you all safe and happy for a few days! Our friendly security staff can help- with any laundry, provisions or setup you need to have a Fazerrific stay here.” The teachers exchanged glances. “…I don’t think everyone is going to be happy about this-” “Please,” Freddy held up his hands. “We will do everything we can for you to keep you all safe.” Discontent was still there. Honestly, Dylan wasn’t even sure how much he had misheard, having kind of spaced out through a lot of it. It was foggy, and he wasn’t really certain of the details beyond the general gist of things. “Big brother?” Matt asked. “What did they mean?” Dylan looked down, then to Sarah, then back down at Matt. “Well…it means we’re going to have a bit of an unexpected vacation on our hands!” The boy frowned. “We are!” “Of course we are. We’re gonna spend five night’s at Freddy’s.”
  7. Jailor Eckman

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    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    She can read minds... Sometimes... And not exactly when she wants to. See, she couldn't find a good way to explain exactly why or how she knew the other girls were into Omorashi... But they knew she was a psychic. What would the natural assumption be? She's a psychic peeping Tom (or Tina, in this case) of course! And what more fitting a punishment than hiding the key to the commode that stores all the chamber pots? She spent all day squirming, because for some reason, she couldn't get her stupid powers to help her find the key! (Maybe the other girls were enjoying the show a little too much to give it up!... 😆) Here's the request I did for @Ultima01, featuring their OC Zoë!
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    Groups of girls having fun getting naked and peeing together. In terms of wettings there are two girls who make one another wet their pajamas in SL-599-02 I took a few screenshots of it. Enjoy
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  9. Chloe had always had a stoic confidence about her. The 26-year-old PHD student had excelled academically, and was beyond proud of her PHD placement at one of the UK’s top universities. Although her toned and athletic body, modest yet perky breasts, and striking red hair meant she’d never had any issues attracting plenty of male (and the occasional female) suitors, aside from the odd one-night stand to satisfy a primal urge, she found her strongest fulfilments came from her studies. Rarely wanting for a romantic partner, she was content with her modest social life. She was well liked without being popular; never aggressive, although you knew not to mess with her. If Chloe was to be summed up in a word, it would be ‘determined’. She was always willing to take on the hardest academic challenges or push through the pain barrier to smash her 5K PB. She relished the rush of achieving her end goal despite the difficulty of the challenge before her. But one mild evening in late April, Chloe did not feel that familiar excitement around her current challenge. She was consumed by an acute apprehension, one that she feared was not all that far away from sheer panic. Her heart was racing, her brow was furrowed in effort, and her knees were locked together. She hadn’t paid attention to the detailed ramblings of her Modernism lecturer at the front of the class for some time now, as her mind was preoccupied with one, solitary thought. Fuck. I really. Really. Need to pee. The feeling of a full bladder was not one that was foreign to Chloe; getting lost in late night library sessions exploring 18th century gothic literature often led her to forget about her bodily needs until they became more pressing. The difference with those situations, however, is that her study time was exactly that - hers. She was comfortable waiting until a late dash was necessary when the only person’s time she was wasting was her own; but in front of a room full of class mates, plus her wispy-haired and kind hearted senior professor? That was totally out of the question. This decision to remain seated was compounded by her fierce competitiveness; there was no way, with just 10 minutes left of the lecture, that she was going to display her weakness so obtusely. She brushed her hair out of her eyes to continue to steal glances at the old analogue clock on the wall, the metronomic ticking being the only thing she could focus on. She stared longingly at the now-empty bottle of water sat on her desk, cursing her lack of foresight. She hadn’t considered that the rising temperatures of that spring afternoon had caused her to drink more than she normally would, and she was now feeling the disastrous consequences that had on her bladder. She had no choice but to steel herself for the home stretch of this lecture. The sound of the clock became almost hypnotic. Her newfound trance-like state produced an emotional numbness, which was a pleasant relief from the very real discomfort she could feel building within her. This was only temporary though, until she was jarringly reminded of her surroundings. “Chloe, what did you make of this passage?” The sudden pressure to respond to the swathes of eyes now facing her made her jump and involuntarily squeeze her thighs together. Doing her utmost to keep her voice steady, she mumbled a vague answer about modernism and the transience of capitalist life, and was relieved to see her lecturer give a curt nod before carrying on with her monologue. She breathed an internal sigh of relief as she snatched a glance at the clock, now suddenly hyper aware of her now very desperate need. 3 minutes. I can do this. She willed to herself, ignoring the growing self-doubt she had in her own affirmation. She knew her dorm was only a short 5-minute walk across the campus. Once she was there she was home and dry. Well, she knew she’d eventually make it home, but truth be told she didn’t have 100% confidence in the latter part of her statement. Her need now had risen to well beyond the point of any of her squirmy library sessions. The bulge of her bladder was cutting into the waistband of her skirt. Her untucking of her tight buttoned shirt had done little to ease the near-unbearable pressure within her. It was almost like she could feel her urethra beginning to be filled before stoic clenching helped her regain a modicum of safety. Her hands were resting on her locked knees, often twitching to grab between her legs before the rational side of her chastised her for even suggesting such a move in public. Seeking a pragmatic solution, as she always would, she decided to make a start on packing her tote bag before the lecture finished. She made every movement as deliberate and considered as possible to avoid any unnecessary stress to her lower abdomen. This method was a success, until a wayward elbow nearly knocked her heavy anthology book off the desk. Instinctively, she lurched over to grab the dropping book, not realising the consequences this would have. A single, solitary drop of piss begin travelling down her urethra, and leaked through her tightly clenched lips, staining her red panties. Audibly gasping, Chloe had no choice but to bury her painted fingers tightly into her crotch. Along with the relief that she had suppressed that first leak and the shame that she had displayed this first act of public weakness, she was greeted with the last sensation she expected to feel in this moment—a jolt of electricity that shot up her clit. Having bowed her head and clenched her eyes shut in effort to hold onto the rogue spurt, Chloe sat in bewilderment at this sensation. Quickly snapping back to reality, she opened her eyes and hurriedly scanned to see if her first slip in composure had been noticed by anyone. Luckily, her seat at the back of the theater meant all eyes were on the lecturer, who was now concluding her talks. Her relative privacy gave her a second to compose herself. You didn’t enjoy it. You’re not turned on right now. Don’t be stupid, Chlo. You’re just…confused. Panicked and confused She struggled to pick out her internal dialogue amongst the rising levels of anxiety growing in her mind. In a time where she desperately needed her body and mind to work in unison, the novel emotional dilemma she was experiencing was the last thing she needed if she was going to make it home dry-ish. No one noticed though. You could always just- She didn’t have time to complete that thought, before another leak found its way through her weakening defenses, definitely longer that before. If the last one was considered a drop, then the athletic academic had definitely produced what could be described as a dribble this time. This required another vice-like grip to be placed on her crotch through her skirt, with Chloe now acknowledging that the time for decency had long-since gone. Her raised heart rate and shallowed breathing were more telltale signs of the internal conflict growing within her. Knowing every second spent on trying to understand these feelings was another closer to an utter loss of control, she swung her tote bag over her right shoulder, begrudgingly removed her hand from between her thighs, and steeled herself as she stood up. Hsss Fuck Time seemed to freeze as she almost doubled over from the pain, slamming her right thigh over her left as she lurched towards the ground. Chloe could hear an audible gush shoot out of her for over a second, quickly being absorbed by her now soaked panties. She could feel the liquid trickling across her aching and tiring lips, only teasing her further in her current state. I…can make it. I know I can make it. I’ve got to make it. Her mind had now settled on the single issue of making it home as fast as her tortured body could allow. Doing everything she could to not writhe in desperation, she began at crawling pace to tip toe out of the lecture hall into the mild evening air. The supposed 5-minute journey to her dorm had not factored in the measures Chloe had to take to prevent wetting herself. She dared not open her thighs more than she needed to, as it felt like the pressure placed on her pee-hole was all that separated the contents of her bladder from the concrete below. Shuffling one foot in front of the other was making for painstaking progress She would have been concerned about how she looked to an onlooker if she had the mental capacity to think of anything but the discomfort her need was causing her. Every fibre in her body was forcing her twitching hands to stay balled in fists by her sides, fighting the temptation to cup her now-twitching pussy to help her hold. She was blind in pain, panic, and…another third feeling she didn’t want to admit to herself. Trying to understand these new sensations lead to a short, but critical, lapse in concentration, as she stepped on an uneven paving slab ahead of her. She lost another spurt as she froze in place, legs crossed. She felt the first droplet slide down her thighs, and although she knew they wouldn’t be visible to a passerby, it was a sign of the inevitable to Chloe. The pressure above her crotch was now unbearable, and, despite her accommodation building being no more than 100m away, the brief moments of weakness had given her a taste of relief that was now becoming too strong to ignore. Her breathing became rapid and irregular as she could feel her heart banging in her ears, the pain now white-hot between her legs. This mature, 26-year-old academic, quivering in primal desperation, felt her legs glued to the floor. I’m not going to make it. Her locked and trembling thighs tensed as much as they could as her weary muscles began to fail. She felt a faint warmness permeate the searing pain in her bladder. Despite every internal alarm bell screaming for her to hold on, she felt her control begin to wither. Slowly, but terrifyingly surely, she felt her grip on her bodily functions loosen as piss began making its way through her urethra. This was the end. She was going to piss right then and there. She was humiliated already – she didn’t know how she was going to cope when everyone saw her, a grown woman, have an accident. Through a blur of tears that were now falling down her face, she scanned to see her how big the audience would be to her humiliation. That’s when she saw it. One makes irrational decisions when under pressure, when stressed. To Chloe actively leaking piss into her underwear in the middle of her university campus, it’s completely conceivable that some grass in the middle of a university quod could look like a toilet when the alternative is to have an accident in the middle of the path. With one, final, effort, Chloe diverted all her physical energy to leaping onto the grass, before sinking to her knees in defeat. She didn't even have to relax before her pent-up piss came exploding out of her. In her heightened sense of panic, the hissing rush that was pouring out of her tired lips, spreading over her clit, and drenching the ground below was deafening. She could physically feel the bulge on her belly deflate as she sunk her head lower into relief. Her panties were ruined, she knew that, but the relief she felt was euphoric, it was intoxicating, it was, it was.. Oh my god. I’m going to cum Orgasmic. The world around her went black as she felt her heart rate crescendo once again, the constant pressure of her piss jetting into her panties was a level of stimulation she’d never felt before. She couldn’t help but slide one heel to settle just into her crotch, gyrating her hips to maximise the sensation. In an act of horny foolishness, she took her right hand and pressed on her bladder, increasing the speed of the stream coming from between her legs into a torrent. That was too much for the teased and tired girl, as electricity exploded from her clitoris. She had to take her free left hand and cover her mouth to stop herself screaming in climactic joy. No man, woman, or toy had ever given her the bliss that she had felt in the last 30 seconds. She'd reached a climactic nirvana that opened her eyes to what a true orgasm could be, what a true orgasm should be. She couldn't help but feel disappointment as she felt her stream begin to dry down from a torrent, to a flood, to a stream, to a dribble, until, finally, her bladder was empty. Being freed of her urinary urge allowed her to snap back to a relative reality. Regaining control over her breathing, she scanned the area around her once again, expecting to be greeted with swathes of her peers jeering at her for having an accident like a little girl. To her confusion, however, life was continuing as normal. Passers-by were walking past as if nothing had happened. A snatched glance down at her waist revealed an fortunate piece of genius from her – her skirt had fallen in such a way that her stream poured directly into the grass below, hiding her accident from the outside world. She had survived what could have been the most embarrassing moment of her life, save for a soaking and sticky pair of ruined panties. Holy fuck. I just pissed myself… Scanning the area one more time and checking the puddle of evidence wasn’t too noticeable, she gingerly rose to her feet, still reeling from the earth-shattering orgasm she’d had. I Just pissed myself…and I fucking loved it. ### Hi guys 😊, Veeeery long term user of omo.org here. Always had the urge to be more active on this site, but randomly got hit with a burst of creativity over the past couple of days. The fics of self-discovery have always been a favourite of mine, and I don’t feel that they’re a genre explored often enough on this site, at least in fiction form, despite it being such a universal experience for so many of us. This ‘use of public grass space as an emergency toilet’ fantasy has been a fantasy of mine for a while too, so couldn’t think of any better topic for my first ever proper contribution to this site despite being a viewer for almost 10 years. This is the first piece of creative writing I’ve done since I left school, so please don’t hesitate to give me feedback positive or negative. If this gets enough eyes, I’d definitely consider continuing Chloe’s wet adventures into her own self-discovery. Hope you enjoy! My DM’s are always open on this site or Twitter (Michyman442), so don’t hesitate in reaching out – I’m always on the lookout for Omo friends. Happy holding, J P.S. Thank you to my ‘editor’…you know who you are 😉
  10. View File SL-599 Groups of girls having fun getting naked and peeing together. In terms of wettings there are two girls who make one another wet their pajamas in SL-599-02 I took a few screenshots of it. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 10/27/2023 Category JAV Collections  
  11. 521 downloads

    Desperate wetting/pissing compilation. I could only find half of this JAV the full thing is 88 minutes I only have 44. The screenshots show the parts I found. If I come across the other half I will upload it here. Enjoy
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  12. 450 downloads

    While riding around in the back of a car a woman desperate to pee has to resort to peeing into a blue disposable bag meant for just such an emergency. Enjoy
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  13. View File JAMA-004 While riding around in the back of a car a woman desperate to pee has to resort to peeing into a blue disposable bag meant for just such an emergency. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 10/27/2023 Category JAV Collections  
  14. View File SHUN-006 Desperate wetting/pissing compilation. I could only find half of this JAV the full thing is 88 minutes I only have 44. The screenshots show the parts I found. If I come across the other half I will upload it here. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 10/27/2023 Category JAV Collections  
  15. People whose kinks are rooted in humiliation/degradation, does it negatively impact your wellbeing/self-esteem? I know for sure that my kinks formed from previous traumas (years of verbal, physical and even sexual bullying growing up, abusive relationships etc) all contributed, to the point where I can't really reach "full" turned on unless I'm being degraded, doing something degrading, or imagining that scenario. However once the act is done and you get the post-o slump, its been getting worse and worse for me. The "why am I here? What the fuck did I just look at? What am I doing?". Even developing the messing one caused me to feel so ashamed and depressed I wanted to SH for years. I kind of even used it as self harm sometimes when I felt bad about myself, to make myself feel even worse. I definitely feel like it hasn't helped my self esteem at the very least. Mainly only being able to get off when imagining something degrading, something formed from traumatic experiences can't be good for me in the long run. Have you tried ignoring or getting rid of your kinks related to degradation/humiliation? Telling a therapist about it? What have you done to combat those side feelings of shame, low self-esteem, disgust?
  16. thought i’d take a fun video of my hold! i think next time i’ll wear jeans, as i find it way more humiliating to feel the material damp all the way down to my ankles!! let me know if anyone has requests for potential holding videos as i am willing to post anything on here! FullSizeRender.MOV
  17. From the album: My Omo Art

    And the version with Edward's vintage nightgown. He is upset that it is soaked with yellow spots.
  18. thdrsjtr

    Cold Car Ride

    From the album: My Omo Art

    As you know, you want to take a leak more from the cold. And if before that you drank coffee and the belt presses on the lower part of the abdomen, then trying not to wet yourself becomes a real test. Unfortunately, Edward got an F grade, even though he graduated from school a long time ago.
  19. 1,091 downloads

    The toilets broken but you convince your step-sister to just let go in her pants.
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    Maid wets herself. She is put in diapers by her mistress, masturbates and cuddles with her mistress.
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