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  1. So I read online today that lesbian couples can have a kid without using a sperm doner. I was really excited cuase I am bi sexual and if I ever decide to get married or somthing I won't need sperm from a guy. So if youre interested basically the scientists take the egg from one femal and take out the nucleus and implant that nucleus into the other females egg. Then it does everything else naturally without the use of sperm. That is so cool i thought. What r anyone else's thoughts on the topic. audrey
  2. Visited this forum quite a few times, I thought I'd share an ever-so-slightly adapted version of an awesome experience my girlfriend and I had. It was that week between Christmas and New Year. My girlfriend and I were both at home and she was bored, so I decided it was the perfect time for me to take control and have some fun. I sat in front of her on the bed and started off with some sweet, innocent kissing. Our make out session slowly progressed and grew increasingly passionate. I firmly grabbed hold of her hair to signal that today I was definitely the boss today and then pushed her backwards into the bed. I stood up and peeled off my leggings, discarding them on the floor behind me. I paused and stared at her for a moment. "What? What are you waiting for?" she asked, beginning to remove her T-shirt. "No." I commanded her "Keep your clothes on." "Umm... Okay." "I'll be right back. Don't move. Don't do anything." I turned, stepped out of the bedroom and went downstairs to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass and a full bottle of water from the fridge, then returned upstairs. I entered the room just as she was putting her phone on the bedside table. "I told you not to move" I said firmly. She silently placed her hands back by her sides as I moved her phone away and replaced it with the empty glass, pouring out some water from the chilled bottle. "Sit up, and drink this." "But I'm not really thirsty..." "It doesn't matter." I smiled as she obediently began to gulp down the water. "Hey, that went quick. I'll give you some more." I refilled the glass and thrust it back towards her. She drank it more slowly this time. I walked across the room and took a velcro strap from the drawers, unsticking it from itself. I glanced out of the window for a few moments before returning my attention to my girl. Bending her forwards, I forced her arms behind her back and secured her wrists together. She didn't resist and I allowed her to wriggle into a slightly more comfortable position. I went back over to the window and closed the curtains before selecting some music on her phone and turning on the speakers. "Cool" I said. "One minute. Don't go anywhere." I ran back downstairs and lurked around for a while, deliberately taking my time. I selected a can of Coca Cola from the kitchen and headed back upstairs. "Catch!" I shouted playfully as I threw it in her direction. The can bounced in her lap and she rolled her beautiful eyes at me, her hands still tied behind her back. I licked my fingers then slid my hands into my panties, gently rubbing my clit as she helplessly looked up at me. I was feeling really horny now and my heart was starting to race a little. She squirmed and squeezed her legs together. "Oh. Let me open that for you." I picked up the can, pulled the ring and poured it out into the glass, making sure that every last drop trickled out. I held the glass up to her lips, she submissively began to slowly drink. Less than half the Coca Cola was left she quickly moved her head away from the glass and the dark liquid trickled down her chin and neck. "Uhh... guess what?" she said in a slightly apprehensive tone "I really need to pee." "Oh. Don't worry." I replied. Encouraging her to finish the drink. She finished the rest of the glass and then continued to squirm around on the bed. "I really gotta go..." she pleaded. I took hold of her upper arm and stood her up. She gasped and giggled slightly as we walked to the bathroom. We entered the bathroom together and I closed the door behind us, pushing her into the corner alongside the towel rail. I allowed my panties to drop to the floor and then slowly lifted the toilet lid. I sat down on the seat and smiled at her as the sound of my pee streamed into the toilet bowl. "No.." she whined, bouncing up and down with desperation. "You'll be okay" I said reassuringly. "No. I can't." she pleaded. She knew I was enjoying every minute of this. Her legs squeezed together even more tightly while her restrained hands anxiously struggled behind her back. "Ugh. I can't..." she moaned quietly as she tried pacing one step forward and one step back in the corner of the bathroom. "Stand still" I told her. "No..." She lost control. The blue of her jeans darkened around her crotch and spread down her legs. The wetness of the material shining slightly in the light. She stopped moving as a puddle began to form on the tiles, absorbed a little by the bottom of her socks. "I love you." I said.
  3. View File Lesbian Panty Pee Play So I just stumbled across this over at omorashi.tv :D I'm so happy, they're blatantly desperate as they embrace at first, hesitant to engage and press together for fear of pee escaping. Then one lets go all too soon, and at the end it looks like the other is about to have a LOT of fun that we don't see from this short extract. I am sad about some camera angles and lighting, but most of all I'm sad about the length - why so shorrrt?? Anyone know where this is from, maybe upload the full version? :D Pleeeeease? Sorry if it's a repost this side, haven't seen it before. Submitter desperation9 Submitted 12/15/2013 Category Female Wetting
  4. Jenny had seated herself on the couch and cast her phone to the TV so she could watch porn in 58 inch high definition. Megan had gone to work and Katy was at school. Jenny's first class was earlier in the morning and she had come home for her lunch break. She had the house all to herself, at least for the next two hours until she had to go back to the university for her physics class. Sitting with her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, she browsed online for some good wetting videos. It didn't take her long to find a good collection and within moments she had her hands in her pants pleasing herself. Suddenly the front door opened. Jenny jumped and fumbled to clean up one of her hands so she could turn off he TV and her phone. She was too late. Standing at the edge of the living room was Megan dressed in her fine black pant suit which she wore to work daily. She looked at the TV, which showed a pleasantly good looking girl admiring in a mirror a pair of jeans she had just peed, then at Jenny, whose face wore an intense expression of guilt. "Busted!" she said as she walked to the dining area and set her purse and work bag down on the table. Jenny had removed her hands from her pants and was holding closed the flaps of her jeans, but she dared not move to fasten them nor turn off the TV. A deep pit had formed in her stomach and she felt as if she wanted to melt into the couch and become one of the cushions. Megan came back into the living room and plopped herself on the couch next to Jenny. They had been living together for less than a month and had only been lovers for just about as long, yet already Jenny was indulging herself in the exhibitions of other women. Her face betrayed her shame as she wondered how Megan would take this, after all, married couples who have been together for far longer frequently separate when one of them gets caught in this situation. She began to tremble. Megan stared at the TV screen which was now displaying an advertisement for male enhancement drugs. There was a deafening silence for several seconds that felt more like minutes or even hours to Jenny. Finally Megan spoke with a half smile and slight chuckle: "Surely you don't get off to viagra knock offs, right?" Jenny glanced at the screen, then back at Megan without making a sound. "Relax!" Megan said as she picked up Jenny's phone, closed the ad, and tapped on another video. She set Jenny's phone back down and then proceeded to unfasten her own pants. She bit her lip and silently slipped her hands into her panties. Jenny's shame melted away and was slowly replaced by relieved surprise as she listened to the gentle sloshing sounds coming from inside Megan's pants. Megan became aware again of Jenny's stunned posture. She removed a hand from her own pants and used it to push Jenny's hands back into her pants as she exclaimed again "Relax!" and added "Did you think I would be mad or something?" Jenny responded only with a sharp exhale and forced smile, which quickly turned into a real smile as she realized in hindsight how silly it had been to expect Megan to be upset. She turned her attention back to the screen and touched herself again under her panties. The unnecessary stress she had put herself under had dried her out and it took several minutes and two more videos for her to begin building toward climax again. Meanwhile, Megan sat next her moaning and shifting on the couch as she orgasmed. There was a thud as Jenny's phone fell to the floor. Megan leaned against Jenny and kissed her neck and chest. Jenny gasped as it added to her ecstasy. Megan's orgasm soon calmed to naught and she laid on the couch with her head leaned on Jenny's shoulder. Jenny was having trouble. It kept building and then subsiding. She couldn't keep it stable and she didn't know why. Megan picked up on this and gladly resolved to help. She kneeled on the floor in front of Jenny and picked up her phone. She started another video and then pulled Jenny's jeans and panties down past her knees, to her ankles, all the way off, and threw them across the room. This excited Jenny. Megan then pulled Jenny's legs apart and leaned in, at first stabbing her tongue right into Jenny's vagina, then she used it to circle and zig zag around and across Jenny's clit. Jenny squirmed, breathed heavily, and moaned involuntarily. She put a hand on the back of Megan's head and grabbed a handful of hair. Megan gripped Jenny's petite hips so she could keep steady in pleasing her lover. Jenny's body began to pulsate and her vagina squeezed as her climax exploded. Cum shot onto Megan's face and into her mouth. She tried to pull back but Jenny, without realizing what she was doing, pushed Megan's head back into her crotch. Megan swallowed and continued dancing her tongue on Jenny's sensual areas. Jenny bucked and smacked her pelvis into Megan's face, but Megan persisted. After a moment or two Jenny began to calm down. She released her grip on Megan's hair, allowing her to come up for air. Megan sat back, still kneeling front of Jenny with a messy face and frazzled hair. Jenny had her head leaned back staring at the ceiling. Megan stood up and retrieved Jenny's pants from across the room. "Thanks" Jenny muttered through still heavy breathing. Megan smiled brightly, feeling accomplished as she headed to the kitchen for a paper towel to wipe her face. She glanced at her watch and shouted "oh shit!" Jenny shouted from the other room "What?" Megan responded "I only have 20 minutes left of my lunch break." "Crap!" Said Jenny who still hadn't put her pants on. Jenny left her pants on the couch and wobbled quickly to the kitchen. "You go clean up and I'll make you a sandwich" "Deal!" Said Megan hurriedly as she rushed down the hallway toward her bedroom. Jenny casually peed on the kitchen floor as she dashed back and forth between the fridge and the counter where she was assembling Megan's sandwich. She threw it in a sandwich bag and filled another with some potato chips. She tossed both into a grocery bag along with an apple and a juice bottle from the fridge. Her feet splashed in the puddle she had so carelessly made on floor beneath her. Megan came darting out of the hallway a few minutes later to find Jenny standing near the front door, still pantless, holding her lunch bag, purse and work bag. Megan hugged her and gave her a kiss "Thanks, love ya!" she said as she took all of her bags and reached for the door handle. "Love you too!" responded Jenny as she watched Megan leave. Suffice it to say that Jenny got very little homework done during her lunch break on this day.
  5. View File Lesbian Makeout Panty Wetting The title basically says it all! Cute panties, cute girls, going at it while peeing their panties! Enjoy Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 10/02/2017 Category Female videos Clothing
  6. First time wetting in front of my girlfriend So just some background here, I am into omo however I still have unplanned accidents at times because my timing is horrible and when I have nightmares or panic attacks I pretty much lose control of my bladder. This has been happening since I was 13/14 I think? My parents don't know since I started doing it when I was older and was too embarrassed to say anything. I don't wet the bed often, it's only happened a few times in the past year and when it does it's not a huge deal since I can easily clean it up without anyone finding out. However, this time was different. I had a long distance relationship with this girl who lived a few states away, and she had flown down here to spend a week with me and go to warped tour (rip) together. Let's call her Sarah. So Sarah had flown down and we met, all that cute shit. I was 16 at the time and I believe she was 17 when this happened? She's a year and a half older than me, idk. Anyway, Sarah was staying with me at my mom's house for the week. She slept in my room with me every night and at first everything was going smooth, until the fourth night she was there. Keep in mind, I had never told her about me wetting. Not in the kink sense or the unplanned kind. She had no clue about any of this. I hadn't wet the bed in months so when we went to bed it never crossed my mind to wear protection or anything like that. We laid down and thank god she moved in her sleep because if we had been cuddling when it happened and it got on her I think I would have died. We had gotten high earlier that night so we were both super tired by the time we went to bed. I didn't prepare for bed at all and I slept in what I was wearing that day (a burgundy tank top and some light grey tight jeans). Naturally, when you're high you drink a lot and this was about to come back and bite me in the ass. Side note: I know a lot of people stop dreaming when they smoke weed but for me my dreams just get really weird or become nightmares. And on this night, I had a really bad nightmare. I don't remember what it was about but I remember I was absolutely terrified and I was literally sobbing when I woke up. At first I didn't realize what was happening and I wasn't really aware, but then I felt warmth quickly spreading on my crotch and shoved a hand in my crotch to try and stop the flow, but it was pointless. My pee was flowing rapidly over my legs and turning my jeans a dark gray color. I was still crying and tried to stop it but it didn't work. That's when I looked over and saw Sarah stirring in her sleep and sitting up. My heart dropped and I quickly pulled my blanket over me while continuing to completely soak my pants underneath. “Are you okay?” she asked groggily. She rubbed her eyes and that's when I realized my loud ass had woken her up with my sobbing. I didn't answer, I just cried quietly as what was left in my bladder emptied. I probably peed for just under 2 minutes. “Piper, look at me,” she said. She pulled me into her arms and the blanket fell off of my lap. I gasped and tried to grab it but she had already seen my pants at that point. “Did you…?” she asked. I didn't say anything so she continued “...pee the bed?” I cringed at her choice in words but nodded slightly while more tears rolled down my cheeks. “Oh,” was all she said. I assumed she hated me at that point and climbed off the bed to get cleaned up. I had kinda stopped crying at that point but I was still distraught. I thought for sure she was gonna break up with me. I peeled off my wet jeans in the bathroom and hopped in the shower for a quick clean up. After that I dried off and put on some black leggings and a sweater. I stayed in the bathroom for another few minutes because I was terrified of what was to come, but after a little while Sarah knocked on the door and asked if I was okay, so I opened the door. She was actually really sweet about it. She stripped the sheets for me while I was in the bathroom and put them in the wash. We didn't talk about what happened that night but the next day she asked if that was a regular occurrence so I explained that it happens when I have nightmares or panic attacks (leaving out the fact that I still have random unplanned accidents from time to time because I'm bladder shy and won't tell anyone I need to go until it's too late). She was pretty understanding since she has panic attacks too (except she doesn't wet herself during them lmao I think I'm alone on that) My only problem with her knowing was the following nights when we went to bed she would be like “did you go to the bathroom?” or “do you have to go?” or “make sure you use the bathroom first” which made me feel kinda weird and embarrassed. Anyway, this was just under a year ago during the awkward stages of our relationship. We're still together and she's seen me wet two other times (three if you count heavily leaking and leaving a wet spot on my pants before finding a toilet). If you guys wanna hear about those let me know
  7. https://raquelsonlywish.wordpress.com/2014/03/11/raquels-only-wish-chapter-1/ Author-user emilyindiapers. Story about a bedwetting,orphan girl named Raquel. Contains ABDL, bedwetting, diapers and lesbian scenes. We did not have time to read it completely but it looked good. We searched using the name of the story to find no results, so we decided to upload this. We apologise for our behaviour for our previous threads. While our argument might have been correct, our methods were wrong. We should have used the other method of promoting other content which 3 users had suggested but we did not listen to. We also created too much toxicity in thread and discouraged a fellow writer from posting. We sincerely apologise for that. Though in that argument, we don't feel that only we are wrong. But we won't argue about that. If you have any suggestions or queries please PM us and we'll sort out any misunderstandings.
  8. A Business Transaction 09:59:55, 09:59:56, 09:59:57, 09:59:58, 09:59:59: 10:00:00. Finally! Rose scrambled from the hotel bed, tangled her feet in the sheets, almost fell, managed to balance herself out, and hastily waddled towards the bathroom. She was about to explode into a wet mess, she had been for the last couple of hours, but now relief was near! The anticipation was palpable. The door opened, the toilet came into view, just a few seconds, and... Rose felt herself grabbed by the shoulders, pulled off course, and firmly pressed against the door frame. She struggled for a second, but her client was much stronger than she was. "Where do you think you are going, Missy?" A stern, dominant voice. "Good, hard pi.ss!" Just saying the word 'pi.ss' was a mistake. Her sphincter rebelled against all conscious control. She groaned. "Remember our agreement?" "I do. Time is up. Let me go!" The client took her hands off Rose's shoulders, but didn't step out of the young girl's way. The older woman crossed her arms under her beautiful breasts, tightly covered by an expensive silk blouse. Her own legs twitched inside her custom-tailored slacks, from the giant load of urine she was holding herself. "The time is not up, Rose." Rose squirmed. "It's been twenty-four hours!" "The deal is for a full day. No excuses" "But that IS a full day!" "No. A day is twenty-four hours, but not every twenty-four hour period is a full day. Only the very specific twenty-four hours from 12 a.m. to 12 a.m. are a full day. It's still the fourth. You've got two hours to go. No pee." Rose panted. She held what felt like a gallon of hot, throbbing pi.ss, and it all wanted out right NOW! "But I... " "You should think about contracts before you commit, girl. Life is tough. So is business." Rose detected a hint of sexual predator in her client's eyes. Something she had always been on the lookout for, always weary, like any sensible working girl should. But the instincts of a prostitute were worthless against women, it appeared. The client, meanwhile, was sure enough Rose wouldn't bolt to the bowl at the first chance she got. She stepped away from the girl, reached for the minibar, and pulled out another one of the tremendously overpriced little bottles of water. She held it out to Rose. "Drink up!" The call girl shook her head. "I can't. Please..." The woman placed the bottle on the table, and casually reached for the stuffed envelope on the nightstand. She opened it, and playfully ran the huge stack of large bills through her fingers. "Suit yourself. You know you can opt out anytime, if you don't want the money..." It was indeed a very impressive heap of cash. Probably a month's income for the successful business woman, and more money than she had ever seen her entire life for Rose. The young escort reconsidered. She could not afford to let this opportunity slip away from her. "I... okay." She had to at least try. She uncapped the bottle, and swallowed its entire contents in two giant gulps, before her body could protest. She felt dizzy. There was just so much liquid in her. Her lower abdomen was swollen, her skin felt hot and stretched, her entire pelvic floor pulsated in the massive effort to hold it in. And now the water was sloshing in her stomach. The client had her by the shoulders again, and held her at arms length, studying her entire body with a lustful stare. Rose wore nothing but a tiny pair of lace panties, and the woman devoured her with her eyes. "Look at you!", she purred softly. "So young. So beautiful. So bursting." Rose shuddered. What a colossal pervert. A filthy rich pervert, a pervert in the body of an attractive woman in her forties, but a pervert nonetheless. More heinous than even the smelly fat men with anal fixation she usually had to deal with. A stealth deviant. Harder to spot, but a giant freak just the same. At least that was what she wanted to think of her client, but truth be told, she couldn't. If she was perfectly honest, the entire situation turned her on a little. Which was of course ridiculous, she didn’t get aroused by clients, that was just not supposed to happen. It was all just a business transaction, and now she started to enjoy it. She wondered what that said about her. The client smiled. "Listen honey, I will take off my pants and lie down on the bed now. I want your face between my legs. And don't give me any nonsense about not knowing how again. You've go a clitoris yourself, you'll figure it out. If you make me come, I'll consider letting you pee before midnight. Deal?"
  9. Content note: wetting, bedwetting, alcohol, nudity, f/f sex, thoughts about mild humiliation Previously: A day in the life of Na Na: a night-time story "Tell me another story." --- Bodies entwined, warm skin on skin, soft sweet lips on mine tasting faintly of coffee and tobacco. A strong hand running through and playfully pulling my short hair. Another hand running down the length of my body, mapping it and finding the places that make me gasp, tingling touch feeling like tiny fireworks. Kissing harder now, that hand moving down between my legs to touch softly and tease; I push my hips forward yearning for more, yearning for fingers on my clit and fingers inside me, but she laughs softly and pulls back until she's barely stroking my soft pubic hair, driving me wild. The fingers retreat and explore some more, tracing over the soft curves of my hips, the flat expanse of my belly, moving downwards again. As she reaches the bottom of my tummy, my bladder awakens, a pleasant fullness that nonetheless I should probably attend to... In between kisses, I whisper - "Need to go pee." She shakes her head gently and begins to nibble on my shoulder. I gasp and forget about it for a while, until the slow circles of her hands' exploration bring her back to that spot again. "Really need to go," I whisper. "Silly thing," comes the reply, warm breath on my cheek, her voice soft and amused. "You're allowed to go right here." She slips her hand gently between my legs. I arch my back in pleasure, concentrating fully on the sensation and allowing my bladder to do what it will. I feel my muscles release their tension, then sudden warmth - my stream hitting her hand and flooding my crotch, then flowing down over my bottom to pool beneath me. She kisses me, hard. "Naughty girl. I love you." --- I woke up disoriented and massively horny; lay and savoured the shreds of dreams still drifting around my head. It slowly came to my attention that my hand was between my legs, and that felt good, so I stroked myself for a while, drifting in and out of awakeness. After some time, my bladder awoke and informed that, even though recently emptied, it still had a little bit left. I relaxed and let it come, warm pee trickling down my hand into the wetness of the bed. ...um. Oh, god. The wisps of dream fled as reality snapped back into shape. I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it: head swimming, tongue and eyeballs dry like sandpaper, the start of a headache making itself known. I realized I was naked under my duvet - unusual for me in this two-person dorm room. Starting to panic slightly, I spread my hands out to explore the bed, and found that I was lying in the middle of a pretty significant puddle. I hadn't wet the bed since I was a child. At least, not accidentally, not without protecting it first. I needed to clean this up fast, before Melissa... "Morning, sunshine! How's your head?" A pair of long tanned legs appeared, swinging out from the top bunk, rapidly followed by their owner - Melissa, my best friend and roommate, her short purple hair sticking out wildly, clad in a pair of boxer shorts and a Rosie the Riveter t-shirt. She dropped the last two feet and landed with a thump on the floor. "I'm feeling pretty cheerful considering. Maybe I'm still drunk." She ruffled my hair and headed for the shower. I lay, panicking, paralysed. The nearest washing machine was at the end of the hall, and I couldn't go out in my current soaking wet state without showering first. I thought about stripping the bed and hiding the evidence, then quickly getting dressed in some already-dirty clothes, but surely Melissa would notice the bare bed... The shower shut off and the door opened, releasing a cloud of steam and a towel-clad figure. She was humming to herself. Walking into the room, she paused, sniffed, headed back to the bathroom, sniffed again, came back and knelt by my bed. "An-na-na," she said gently, "did you wet your bed?" I found myself reddening, unable to answer. To my mortification, I could feel tears coming. "Aw, love." She planted a friendly kiss on my forehead and ruffled my hair. "I guess that was kinda my fault. You aren't much of a drinker, are you? Maybe we should have stopped after the second round of tequila. Let's get you cleaned up. Go have a shower and then I'll help you strip your bed." I inched my legs towards the edge of the bed, emerging from the covers, and got as far as my knees before a couple of realizations hit me. "Lissa... I'm naked. And I'm really wet and I'm afraid of dripping on the floor." She laughed, then clapped a hand over her mouth. "Sorry. Not taking the piss. No pun intended. You don't remember much of last night, do you?" "...no?" "Well. Without meaning to embarrass you, you were pretty out of it. Do you remember peeing on the walk home?" "...oh god..." "We were walking back from Ophie's along the canal -" "We were in Ophie's?" "Yeah, that's where the tequila happened, after Pablo's closed." "I don't even remember that at all." "So we were walking back along the canal, and I was holding your arm and trying not to let you fall in. You stopped and turned to me and said 'I wanna pee in the canal', but you didn't actually get that far. You just giggled, hiked up your skirt, and wee'd in your panties." "Holy crap. Lissa, I'm so sorry..." "Nah, it was hilarious. You're such a cute drunk. So you pulled your skirt back down and we continued walking like nothing had happened. When we got home we were both knackered, but I figured I probably shouldn't let you go to bed with wet knickers, so I told you to take them off, and you just got completely naked. You're so skinny! I think that's the first time I've seen you totally undressed." I blushed. I hadn't told Melissa how much of a crush I had on her, since I knew she wasn't into girls. An echo of my dream shot through my head and I blushed even harder. "Then you said you wanted to take a shower, and I figured I should probably watch to make sure you didn't like drown or something. So you walk into the bathroom and say 'Need a pee.', pop a squat in the shower tray, and go right there." "Lissa, I am so mortified." "It's so funny, you're so shy about it when you're sober. You know I don't care about people weeing in front of each other, right?" ...and I certainly hadn't told her about how much peeing turned me on. I must have come across as a prude, when I was just trying not to perv over her on the numerous occasions she'd happily improvised a bathroom. "Anyway, after that you take a shower and don't drown, and then I put you to bed. And here we are. So that's why you're naked. How about we solve both these problems at once?" She stood and unwrapped her towel, revealing a slim but wiry body that looked like it had seen beaches and sunshine and plenty of exercise. As she knelt down again, I got a brief flash of a neat stripe of dark pubic hair and a pair of modest breasts with small pink nipples, before she held out the towel and waggled it, blocking my view. I had never had the experience of being so embarrassed and also turned on at the same time, and I felt unfamiliar emotions rising inside me. I didn't have long to consider them, though: "Jump out and let's get you dried off." I folded the duvet back and pushed myself towards the edge of the bed, the soaked sheets squishing underneath me, sat up, put my feet down on the floor, and stood up tentatively, holding onto the bed for support. My head swam. Melissa closed in with the towel, wrapping it around me and rubbing me dry - back first, then bum, then legs, kneeling down in front of me. The lingering aftereffects of the dream made me want to push my hips towards her, and my already-burning cheeks felt like they would light up the room. She stood up and handed me the towel, and I wrapped it hastily around myself and fled for the shower. As I turned the shower on, I realized I was probably being rude, so as I was waiting for it to warm up I stuck my head back around the door: "Thank you so much. Like, seriously. I owe you one. Maybe more than one." Melissa - completely naked in the middle of the room, half-lit by a narrow beam of sunlight coming through the small window - turned and chuckled. "Don't worry about it, chick. I know you'd do the same for me." As I washed, I thought about that flash of emotion earlier. Something about humiliation and arousal. A line from my dream drifted by: 'Naughty girl.' Was that something I was into? I shut the water off, grabbed a towel and dried off, emerged back into the room to grab some clothes from my shelf, went back into the bathroom to change. Melissa was still undressed, wandering around and tidying up last night's detritus. I'd left the bathroom door open while I was changing; halfway through, a hand appeared round the door and slung a bundle of clothing in the vague direction of the laundry basket. "I'll get that later!" There was a pause. "Hey, are you okay with me being in the buff? I don't want to freak you out or anything. It's just nice and sunny and warm." "Uh ... it's fine!" It would be fine, definitely, I told myself. I didn't like being naked in front of others an awful lot, but I was pretty used to locker rooms, averting eyes, and just getting on with it. I emerged fully clothed from the bathroom, and was relieved (and, secretly, slightly disappointed) to find Melissa had donned a pair of black panties and a 'Fight Like A Girl' vest. She turned and wrapped me in a hug. "There we go. You're alright. Let's get this bed done." As we stripped the bed, using my towel from earlier to soak up the puddle, I was incredibly relieved to find that the college had anticipated this situation, and had wrapped the mattress in a waterproof cover. I guessed that drunken students with poor bladder control were probably pretty common in the dorm. "It feels like you've done this before?" I asked as I separated wet duvet cover from wet duvet and dumped both in a bag to take to the laundry. "I had a friend in school ... put it this way, whenever we went on a night out, she would have wet herself by the time we got home. She lived pretty near me, and was terrified of her parents finding out. My dad slept like a log" - I remembered that her mom had moved out when we were about fourteen - "so I would just take her to mine, get her showered, and give her some clothes to go home in." "You went out drinking in school?" "Of course, everybody did! When you're sixteen and tall, you just go somewhere the bouncers don't look closely at your ID... wait, you never drank til you got to college?" "I mean, I didn't even really drink much in first year either." She laughed. "No wonder you get so blootered. I think I've got a lot more practice than you. Listen, next time we go out, I'm gonna make sure you take it a bit easier than me. But I want you to know that if you ever find yourself having an unscheduled bathroom break in your pants -" This got a giggle from me, and a wide smile from Melissa. "- then you'll be alright with me. I'll take care of you, chica." "Thank you so much." Her hands still occupied with wet laundry, she sidestepped over to me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Alright, Annabel Natalie, let's get this stuff washed."
  10. I've been lurking here for a while and had a though last night, so I'm making my first post into something I hope everyone can enjoy. WARNING: this story contains a messing, so don't read if you don't like messings(don't worry, its tame) ----------------------------------------------- The Characters: Mellark Atchison: A female dog, with short snout and pointy ears. She stands about 5'10 and has a slim body build. Her fur is a light blues with white highlights, and she keeps her hair down to the left in black. She has a "few" kinks that her partner and her share. Britney Tuttson: The is Mel's girlfriend, and soon to be wife. She, also a female dog, has orange hair with brown dots and a black highlights. She stands 5'8, and has a bigger build than Mel(not by much). She does anything Mel would ask, as long as it is not self harm. And without any further wait, I give my story to you. ----------------------------------------------- Mel was laying on their shared bed, wearing closely fitting cloths. She had on a generic white t-shirt, a small pair of jorts, and under Meath her favorite pair panties to wear around the house, ones the had black and whit lateral stripes, and a pink bowtie in front. She lay their, texting her girlfriend while she was on her way back from work. Mel love this animal she called her girlfriend, and Bri loved Mel right back. The two always did almost everything together, except when it came to desperation. Mel layed there, and sent a text after text after text, until she had got the the thing from her blanket. She had been holding since around 3:57pm, and it was now 8:50pm, and had the perfect plan. She grabed her phone and shot Bri a text: Mel: hey, I've gtg to the bathroom, like rn. Bri: aww, I know you could hold longer then that. Bri had been on this hold, getting updates every so minutes. Mel: you don't understand, something else has come up, I have to go. She sent this with a gurgle in her stomach and a compassion in her abdomen. Bri: at least make it a fun view. Mel: oh don't worry, I'm not moving from this spot. Mel carefully place her phone near her neathers, and pressed record. She then layed back down and without waiting, let a spurt into her panties, which caused her fur to stick to itself. This new warmth took all her attention, and she let loose, first a small stream, then a river, and quickly to a flood. The wetness spread from her crotch down to her but, and then onto the bed where she was laying. She moaned in relief from this release, and moved her right paw to rub it. After about 2 minutes, she was done wetting, and now her fur and clothes were soaked. She rubbed for a good 50 seconds after, then felt the other side slip. Her bowels had been on her side for this, and formed solid logs. She pushed the first one for a bit, with her was firmly placed on the bed. It got snagged on her panties, pushing them out, but she couldn't get it to come any further out. A grunt came from the animal as she puahed with all her might, forcing the 6 inch long log into the seat of her panties, which had stretched out to allow the new object a home. Laying on her ads, the turf had crumpled up, and spread towards her neathers. This was a naughty feeling for her, her fur had stuck to the turd, and she knew more was to come. With another push, out came a 5 inch log, followed by a 3 inch, all which added to the now visible mound. The new masses pushed the warm mush more towards her clit, already halfway there. To her surprise, and underwear had done a great job keeping the load in. Finally she let the lad two logs into her panties, the mound now touching her clot, and the bulge now clearly visible to the camera. Her favorite part was next. With her left paw this time, she rubbed the mound, spreading it through out her panties, and around her private, giving her enough warmth to instantly orgasm, and with this, she rubbed a little to "cool down" after all the fun. She leaned forward, and graves her phone, and press stop on the recording. Quickly returning to the instant messager, she shot a text to Bri. Mel: there all done, love the feeling of my panties stretching out. Bri: aww, I missed on the fun, fuck. : ( Mel: don't worry, I recorded it. Knew you would love to see this. With this, she put her phone down, enjoying the still war mush in her pants, knowing that clean up was next. ----------------------------------------------- And that's it, the first real post for me, so, criticism is welcomed, but please be nice. I will continue off of this one if it gets enough popularity. Any see you all later, bye!
  11. Hello, readers. Thank you so much for reading my work. Most of you probably know about the original version of this story since it was on or near the front page for ages. It is the longest Omorashi story I’ve ever written, and I never intended for it to become that. It was originally supposed to be a series of short stories in a much simpler location, but once I wrote the first of said stories, I realized how much potential something like this had and I decided to go big with Desperation Dungeon. In this Remastered Edition, you will find: 1: Proper formatting. 2: Fixed typos, errors, and continuity. (Cheers is in Boston, for fuck's sake.) 3: Many repetitive words replaced with more unique ones. 4: A slightly-changed story, fixing what I consider to be bad writing and bad choices. 5: Two .PDF files, containing the following versions of Desperation Dungeon: 5A: A version with Size 12 text, meant to be read on a PC or (very) large tablet. 5B: A version with Size 18 text, meant to be read on a smartphone or smaller tablet. You will find both versions attached to the bottom of this post. I do apologize for not simply posting this as a normal thread rather than a download. Refuckulating it for OmoOrg's crappy formatting would take absolute ages, and I would very likely miss a bunch of spaces or italics, rendering it even more messy than the original version. All stories I write after this will both be posted here normally, as well as include .PDF files, so people can read them however they like. I will also state that this version will be the one that is considered “canon,” so if you are one of the few readers who actually care about the characters and the story, this is the one that you'll want to remember for when I decide to continue it. I will also say that I will never again post a story in parts. Finishing this was a nightmare, despite how much I love it. Everything I upload from this point on will be completely finished. For new readers, I truly hope you enjoy this novel-length story. It contains a couple hundred pages of extreme and consensual female desperation, an actual story with wonderful characters, bulging bladders, lesbian sex, and tons of intimacy and love. For female readers, it's written with great respect for women and with a full understanding of women's anatomy. I really did put my all into it. For returning readers, I'm just super happy that I wrote something that you find worth rereading. Again, thank you all. -B.L. Desperation Dungeon Remastered.pdf DD for Smartphones.pdf
  12. It sounded like a fun idea at first. 2 gay couples, all friends, on a date together, dressed in their cute Thai student uniforms, with white blouses and sky blue skirts. They'd have a curry and a few beers at the new place in town, then go for a romantic evening stroll before retiring for some fun. The 4 girls had been best friends for a while, bonding in the university's LGBT society. Each was a spectacular beauty in a unique way. Sudarat was the most feminine, a small lady with her long brown hair plaited and her face innocent. Her girlfriend Natchaya was also deeply feminine, with long black hair in a ponytail. The other couple, while still wondrous beauties, were a little more Amazonian. Sirada was a dignified young lady, with shoulder length black hair. Her girlfriend Yanisa was the strongest, an athlete, unusually tall, with lithe muscles and her shoulder length brown hair in a ponytail. All had initially been attracted to each other when first meeting, but over time had settled into the partnerships which most suited them. This was going to be a great evening. Or so they thought. Their curry tasted OK, but was extremely spicy even by their standards. Of course, being Thai girls born and bred, this meant little to them, and they washed it down with plenty of cheap lager. After finishing their meal and paying, the girls got up. "Man, I need the toilet," said Natchaya, resting her hand on the front of her skirt. "Is it OK if I go first?" "Sure," said Yanisa. Natchaya walked over to the toilet, and opened the door, before suddenly realising why there was no queue. It was absolutely disgusting, with diarrhoea on the walls and floor. "Eurgh," she said, recoiling in disgust. "Hey, girls, the toilet here's disgusting. We're better off holding it." "Oh, I'm sure it's not -" said Yanisa, walking over to check it out. "Ew. You're right. Come on girls, we'll hold it." Sudarat looked a little uncomfortable. She had to wee and poo, bad, but she didn't want to admit it in front of her girlfriend. And she really didn't want to use that toilet. She reluctantly walked out of the restaurant with the other girls. "OK, so first priorities, find a toilet," said Natchaya. "Does anyone know a good toilet near here? And I mean a good one, not a disgusting one with shit everywhere and heroin needles on the floor." "A good toilet..." said Yanisa. "No. When I've been out here before, I've just held it until I got home. We'll just have to do that." "Not everyone has your steel bladder, Yanisa," said Natchaya. "Some of us have to go." Sudarat whimpered. She was definitely one of those girls. Her bladder was aching already, and she felt a pressing urge to poo. She shuddered at the thought of letting off a fart in front of Natchaya. "Hey, Sudarat, are you OK?" said Sirada. "Yeah...I'm...fine..." said Sudarat. "You just need the toilet, right?" said Natchaya. "Believe me, I'm in the same situation. Damn, I need to go." Natchaya did a little pee dance to demonstrate. "Yeah," said Sudarat, blushing and shaking a little from holding it in. "I...need to go." "Sudarat is so adorable," said Natchaya. "Come here." Natchaya hugged Sudarat. The pressure on Sudarat's gut was just a little too much, and a loud fart blew out of the back of her skirt. Natchaya burst out laughing, and waved her hand in front of her face to waft away the smell. Tears came to Sudarat's eyes. "Damn, you really need to go..." said Natchaya. "Wait, are you really upset? Did you...go?" "I didn't go," said Sudarat, blushing scarlet. "I'm just humiliated I farted in front of my girlfriend." "That's all?" said Natchaya. "Man, that's nothing to worry about. I'll be doing the same before long if we don't find a good toilet!" Natchaya felt her own stomach gurgle. "Damn...come on, we need to find a toilet. Detective work, ladies." "I'll just go ask someone where the nearest decent toilets are to here," said Sirada. She strolled over to an approachable looking man on the other side of the road. "Excuse me, I was just wondering if you know any good toilets around here," she said. "Clean ones." "Sorry, no", he said. "I just wait until I get home." Sirada strolled back, a little concerned. "He doesn't know," she said. "There probably aren't any decent toilets round here," said Yanisa. "Come on, let's just hold it until we get home." "I'm actually not sure I can," said Natchaya, crossing her legs. Her bladder was aching hard, and her bowels were under increasing pressure. "What, you mean you're going to have an accident?" said Yanisa. "You're an adult woman, Natchaya. You can do better than that." "All girls have their limits, Yanisa," said Sirada. "Even you." "I am not going to soil myself," said Yanisa. "That's just silly." Sudarat felt her stomach gurgle. The pressure was building and building and building in her bladder and bowels. She couldn't have an accident in front of Natchaya. She just couldn't. "I guess Yanisa's right," said Sirada. "We should just walk home and try to make it if we can. Come on." Yanisa looked smug. She confidently led the girls along the pavement. Her bladder and bowels ached as much as anyone else's, but she was strong. She could hold it as long as she liked. Whether her friends would be so resilient was a different story. Sudarat brought up the rear of the group, with 1 hand on the front of her skirt. She tried so hard not to think of the relief of a clean toilet, but it was so tempting. Certainly tempting when compared with the other option, relieving herself in her skirt. She shuddered at the thought of it. Especially in front of Natchaya...she'd never let her forget it if they stayed together for life. Natchaya herself wasn't doing too well either, struggling with increasing urges to fart. After she stumbled a little on uneven pavement, a loud fart burst from the back of her skirt. "I guess we're even now," said Sudarat, giggling a little, but trying not to giggle too much for fear of weeing. "Yeah," said Natchaya. "Damn, that stinks. It's good I'm outside. I'm watching out for any toilets." There weren't any. It was a long, painful walk home, with each girl straining as hard as she could. Sudarat and Natchaya were struggling. Poo was pushing harder and harder on their bottoms, and both knew it wouldn't be long before they started to leak urine. That lager was going straight through them, and would soon be going straight into their skirts. Sirada and Yanisa appeared much more confident, but were still under significant stress. Each carried an ever-increasing load of wee and poo to potentially dump in her skirt if she failed to reach a toilet in time. For Yanisa, though, an accident was simply inconceivable. Sure, Sudarat and Natchaya might soil their skirts. They were weak. Perhaps Sirada would reach her limit, leaving her in the comforting role. But she was going to make it, no question. Sirada did not quite have Yanisa's confidence. She was strong, but her strength had limits, and she knew them. One thing she knew, though, is that she absolutely could not soil her skirt in front of Yanisa. Yanisa already clearly saw herself as the dominant girl, and that would only reinforce it. If the worst came to it and she couldn't make it to a toilet, she had to last longer than Yanisa before she gave in. At least then she could claim a small victory. The girls stopped at traffic lights. Sudarat and Natchaya were obviously desperate, awkwardly shifting with anguished faces. Sirada looked a little stressed, but more in control. Yanisa looked about as confident as a girl with a bursting full bladder and bowels could be. "OK, girls, how are we doing?" said Sirada. "Do you think we'll make it home?" "Well, I certainly will," said Yanisa. "I...think so..." said Sudarat, sincerely doubting it. "I...really don't know," said Natchaya. "I'll be honest, I'm getting close to my limit here. We need to find a toilet...anywhere..." "Hey, look," said Sirada. "I think there are some public toilets way down there." "Are you sure those are toilets?" said Natchaya. "If they're not, we're taking a big detour. And that probably means not making it." Sudarat whimpered. A fart squeaked out of her bottom. She was about to give in, and she knew it. "Come on," said Natchaya. "Sudarat's about to go anyway, we might as well give it a chance." "I don't need it, but whatever," said Yanisa. "Come on." The girls took their detour down towards the toilets. Another fart squeaked out of Sudarat's bottom. She felt poo starting to push through her anus, and leaned against the wall, whimpering in pain. As she strained with every muscle she had, she felt urine warm her knickers a little. She was starting to go. She barely managed to regain control, and staggered on a few more steps. Ahead of her, Sirada stopped in dismay. "The toilets are closed..." she said. "I'm so sorry..." "You WHAT?" said Natchaya. "You mean that you took us down here, just for...fuck...uhhhh..." Squelching farts burst from Natchaya's bottom as she started to poo. She strained as hard as she could to hold it back as urine splashed down her legs. She barely regained a little control as she leaned against the wall, before another massive surge of pressure finally pushed the poo into her knickers. She moaned in pain and humiliation. For Sudarat, belatedly following the other girls, it was just too much. Poo forced through her anus as urine warmed her knickers and gushed down her legs. She joined Natchaya's plaintive whimpering. Sirada closed her eyes and desperately tried to take her mind off the other girls' accidents. Going in her skirt was so, so tempting, but she couldn't. She just couldn't. Not in front of Yanisa. She'd never hear the end of it. Yanisa was suffering from her own urges, too, and barely able to keep them under control. She couldn't help but laugh at her weak friends giving in, waving a hand in front of her face to waft away the stench. Her laughter was bringing her dangerously close to weeing, and she knew it. She barely managed to restrain herself and keep her dignity, save for letting a loud fart. "Wow, Yanisa, sounds like you're starting to feel the pain," said Sirada. "I guess you're not so tough after all." "No, I'm fine," said Yanisa, blushing. "I'll make it home clean. Come on." The 4 girls, 2 filthy and humiliated and 2 suffering, limped back to the traffic lights. It was a long walk home. A walk neither Sirada nor Yanisa was quite sure she'd make home clean. The tearful Natchaya and Sudarat traipsed behind them, urine dripping from their skirts. They were so relieved from the pain, but so humiliated from the accident. "Hey, babe, it's OK," said Natchaya. "It's OK for you, too," said Sudarat. They kissed each other. Sirada and Yanisa weren't in the mood for kissing. They loved each other deeply, but they also loved to compete, and they were competing to get home clean, and, if not, at least last longer than the other before giving in. They walked as briskly as they could, leaving the other girls behind. Both were fully aware there was only 1 toilet in their room, and both were fully aware that whoever got to that toilet second would most likely not make it. This was a contest for dominance in their relationship, and it was one both girls were eager to contest. Sirada felt herself overcome with a powerful urge. She leaned over, and clutched her bladder and bottom. A fart squeaked out, but her knickers were still dry. That was a victory. "Feeling the pain, Sirada?" said Yanisa. "I'm still fine." She absolutely wasn't. Yanisa's strength was being tested to its absolute limit. That curry and cheap lager was pushing on her bladder and bowels like nothing before in her life, and she was well aware she might give in before she got home. But she couldn't. Not in front of Sirada. Sirada thought that if it wasn't for being with Yanisa, she'd have just given in and fouled her skirt by now. It was still so tempting to be relieved from the pain, but she couldn't succumb. Yanisa would never let her forget it. It seemed, though, that Yanisa was winning. She was getting ahead of Sirada, and she was going to get to that toilet first. Sirada would have to wait. Could she wait? She was tempted to run after Yanisa, but she was pretty sure doing so might make her lose control, and Yanisa was a faster runner anyway. She'd just have to wait. What an agonising wait it would be. Yanisa, on the other hand, was becoming increasingly confident. As she turned the corner down the road to their accommodation, she saw Sirada was some way behind her. She'd let herself in and enjoy some well-earned relief on their toilet. Sirada would have to wait, and most likely have to settle for going in her skirt. She smirked at the thought of it. Sirada would definitely know who was boss. As expected when nearing a toilet, Yanisa felt the intensity of her urges grow and grow as she got closer, from mere agony to utter agony. Her time was running out. She slipped a loud fart, and then another. She was sweating from the exertion of every muscle straining, and those muscles were starting to tire. As she finally got to the door, she fumbled in her skirt pocket for her key. She finally got it, then, hands trembling, dropped it on the floor. As soon as it hit the ground, she panicked, squatting down and scrabbling for it. She took hold of it and got up again, but, by the time she got it in the lock, it was too late. She was giving in. Urine warmed her knickers, and spurted down her legs. Poo forced through her anus, filling her warm knickers and staining her skirt. She frantically opened the door and dashed for the toilet, but, by then, it was too late. And Sirada would see this. She burst into tears. Sirada staggered up to the door, letting a loud fart as she did so. She was absolutely fit to burst, and could barely wait another second. She strained with every muscle she had not to let go as she let herself in. Yanisa would be on the toilet by now... Sure enough, Yanisa was on the toilet, but sobbing, and with filthy knickers round her ankles. Sirada was shocked, and wanted to comfort her girlfriend. But she also needed that toilet. Now. "Yanisa, get off, I need to...uhhh..." The sight of the toilet was just too much. A spurt of urine burst down Sirada's legs, then another, then another. Then, despite her utmost efforts, she started to poo. Yanisa watched from the toilet as her girlfriend utterly soiled herself in front of her, grimacing as she tried in vain to stop it. "So, yeah, that was a pretty awkward date," said Yanisa. "Yeah," said Sirada, giggling. Yanisa got up from the toilet, pulled up her filthy knickers, pressed up to Sirada, and started French kissing her. As she did, she slipped her hands into Sirada's knickers, masturbating her through her filth. Sirada did the same to her. Before long, both girls reached near-simultaneous climax, squirting into their ruined underwear. "Wow," said Sirada. "That felt...so good. Humiliation makes sex so much hotter." "Yeah," said Yanisa. "And we're both humiliated. We're both dirty girls. Let's just embrace it." Meanwhile, in their room, Natchaya and Sudarat were getting up to some fun of their own. "This is so gross," said Natchaya, traipsing into their room in her filthy knickers and skirt. "We need to shower, now." "Definitely," said Sudarat, blushing. Both girls stripped off their filthy clothes as quickly as possible, and got into the shower. The warm water cleaned off their mess, and they regarded each other's beautiful bodies before moving in for a passionate kiss. Inevitably, hands wandered, and soon both girls were masturbating each other to passionate climax. All in all, life was good.
  13. I just posted a couple new free videos on FetishGeek.com for anyone who is interested. Nikko Bound and Tickled Nikko is tried up and tickled until she pees in her shorts in this video. We join Nikko, tied up, wearing shorts and a tank top. She is desperate to pee, but doesn’t want to have an accident because she thinks pee is gross. Sosha is out to prove otherwise- Sosha wants to prove to Nikko that wetting herself can be sexy. The first step in Sosha’s plan is to get Nikko to pee in her shorts. She tickles Nikko, trying to make her pee. Nikko struggles to hold back, but ends up having several substantial leaks. Finally it is too much and she can’t stop. Pee pours freely from the leg of her shorts and splatters on the floor. Now it is time for the second part of Sosha’s plan- Showing Nikko that wetting is sexy. Sosha removes Nikko’s wet clothes then goes down on her. While still tied up, Nikko gets eaten out by Sosha, eventually reaching an extremely intense climax. Warning- This video includes nudity and sexually graphic content! Watch the video here Wetting and Undressing We love watching Nikko pee in her pants, and she doesn’t disappoint in this video. In this video we get to watch Nikko as she intentionally pees in her light colored pants. You can see the first drops appear on the fabric, turning it dark as it grows wet. The dark wet patch spreads out, then down her legs as the camera records. Once she is done peeing she undresses, taking off her pants and revealing her cleanly shaved pussy. She holds up her pants for the camera so we can see how wet they are. Warning- This video contains nudity Watch this video here These videos are both free, but you do have to sign up for a free membership to FetishGeek.com to watch them. Questions about Fetish Geek? Feel free to ask :)
  14. So after being a lurker on here for ages, I've finally decided to contribute by writing this original short story as my very first forum post. Hope you like it! This is one of my own fantasies, not related to any actual real-life experiences. I call this story "Best Sister Ever". Here goes: It was Sara’s 21st birthday. The slim brunette was excited and grinning with anticipation. With evening coming on, her friends had all gone home and only her younger sister Kate had yet to give her a present. The small campus apartment seemed very quiet without all the noise of the earlier celebrations. Sara drummed her fingers on the table and glanced speculatively at the door to the bathroom. What was taking Kate so long? Her sister had promised something special to end an already memorable day. What could it be? “Okay sis, are you ready?” Kate’s voice sounded muffled through the closed door. “I’ve been ready. Hurry up and come out!” Sara grumped. “Don’t know why you have to get all dressed up when we’re not going anywhere.” “Oh, I think you’ll agree it was worth the wait…” Kate purred as she pulled open the door. And Sara’s jaw dropped open. Kate was dressed in an exquisite purple dress that clung tightly to her athletic frame, the hem of which ended well above the knee to show off well-muscled thighs. The neckline of the dress plunged in a low V that exposed the swell of the 19 year-old’s perky breasts. Curls of reddish hair framed a face that wore a decidedly impish expression. As Kate crossed the room, the bright wall lamp highlighted her smooth, coppery complexion. Kate grabbed her sister’s hand and hauled Sara toward the apartment’s tiny bedroom. “Come on sis, I’ve got your gift in here.” “Wow you look stunning,” was all Sara could say as she let herself be led into the room and plopped down on the side of the bed. She looked around for any evidence of a hidden present, but nothing out of the ordinary caught her eye. “So where are you hiding my present?” Kate sat next to Sara, still smiling impishly. She leaned back on the bed, stretching her legs so that the hem of the dress rode up even higher, revealing a bit more of her smooth, creamy skin. She studied Sara’s face, catching her sister’s sharp intake of breath and noticing as the older girl’s eyes flicked to her legs. Heart thumping in her chest, she grabbed Sara’s hand and place it on her bare knee in one smooth motion. “I’m your present.” “Wha… what?” Sara stammered. “You heard me,” Kate whispered. “I’ve seen the way you sneak peeks when I undress for the shower. I know you like my stomach and legs. I know you’ve always wanted to touch me. Hey, don’t look so surprised! You’re my sister, and my roommate. Of I course I notice these things.” Sara’s face turned bright red. “I’m sorry. I should have said something…” Kate looked at Sara’s hand on her leg. “Go ahead. I know you want to move it upward.” Taking a deep breath, Sara slowly rubbed her hand up Kate’s thigh, feeling her sister’s perfect, silky skin. She stopped with her fingers just inches away from the bottom of Kate’s dress. “You don’t know how long I’ve fantasized about this. I can’t believe you’re so OK with it!” Kate could feel her nipples growing hard as Sara caressed her thigh. She looked deep into her sister’s eyes, and then took the plunge. “Trust me, I’ve been thinking about this for a long time too. Tonight, my body is yours. You can do anything to me, touch me anywhere, make me do anything. That’s my present to you!” “Hmm, anything? You really mean that?” Sara tore her eyes away from Kate’s leg and studied her sister’s face in turn. “Yep. Anything. I trust you.” And now it was Sara’s turn for an impish smile. “I know just the thing. Wait here.” She darted out of the room and returned a moment later carrying a huge pitcher of water and a tall glass. “I’ve always wanted to experiment with your stomach and bladder.” “Okay…” Kate said uncertainly. “What do you want me to do?” Sara filled the glass to the brim and handed it to Kate. “Drink up sis. Chug the whole glass without stopping.” Kate’s eyebrows rose in a questioning look, but she took the glass readily enough and raised it to her lips. She began to drink. Her throat worked as she poured the water down. Sara place a hand on her sister’s stomach, feeling her belly button through the fabric of the tight dress. As she finished the glass, Sara pushed suddenly against Kate’s stomach, causing her to make a little urp sound. “Whew, that’s a lot of water,” Kate said. “Don’t push too hard.” “We’re not done yet,” Sara grinned as she filled the glass up again. She was starting to relax and become more comfortable as events progressed. “Another one?” Kate groaned. But she didn’t hesitate in tossing back the second glass as quickly as the first. This time, Sara moved behind Kate and put her arms around the younger girl’s waist, as if preparing to perform the Heimlich maneuver. She rubbed Kate’s stomach, feeling the dress tighten as her sister’s belly expanded. As she finished the second glass, Kate hiccupped and pressed a hand to her gurgling tummy. “Ugh, I feel so full, like my stomach’s turned into a giant water balloon.” “Now lay down sis,” Sara commanded. “This is where it gets really interesting.” Kate lay down on the bed, placing her arms straight by her sides. Taking another deep breath, Sara climbed on top of Kate, leaned down, and before she could take the time to think about it, kissed her sister deeply on the lips. Kate’s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t try to pull away. Instead, she snaked her arms around Sara’s neck and pulled her closer. Kate’s nipples were now painfully erect, and her heart thundered in her ears. She was also acutely aware of all the water sloshing in her stomach, and how heavy Sara felt on top of her. Without warning, Sara moved a hand between their entwined bodies, placed it on Kate’s stomach, and pumped down hard. They were still kissing, and Kate couldn’t help herself. The sudden pressure forced out a bubble of air, making the 19-year old burp into her older sister’s mouth. Sara finally rolled off her sister, giggling like a little girl. “Oh, that was precious! The look on your face!” Kate gasped for air, and burped again, louder this time. “Sis, that hurt my stomach so much. Are you trying to make me throw up?” Sara gave her a mischievous look. “Don’t give me any ideas…” As Sara filled up the water glass a third time, Kate started wondering if she was going to regret gifting herself to her sister. Clearly Sara had even more devilish plans than Kate had suspected. “I don’t know if I can drink any more. I’m pretty full.” “Oh come on,” Sara cajoled, forcing the glass into Kate’s hands. “Just a little more. I know you can do it!” “Okay, but if I puke you’re cleaning it up.” This time Kate drank the water slowly, willing her protesting stomach to keep it down. As she did, Sara ran her hands up Kate’s legs again, but this time she didn’t stop at the edge of the purple dress. Sara’s hands plunged under the soft fabric, questing upwards. She touched her sister’s underpants, running a finger lightly along the girl’s panty line. As Kate finished the water and set the glass aside, Sara lifted the dress over Kate’s head and tossed it into one corner of the room. Kate settled back on the bed, the full glory of her beautiful body revealed as she lay there in only bra and panties. She took deep breaths, in and out, trying to will the queasy feeling in her swollen belly to subside. “I need to burp some more.” “Go ahead,” Sara smiled, rubbing her hands along Kate’s exposed stomach muscles. She fingered Kate’s perfect belly button, trying to decide if it would be more fun to make her sister throw up or force her to hold all that water in. She pressed down again playfully, rhythmically pumping on her sister’s smooth stomach, enjoying the liquid squelching sound of all the water churning around inside. “Oh God,” Kate’s face contorted in a grimace, and she let out a series of watery belches. Her belly muscles abruptly heaved, and just like that she felt the water coming back up. Strangely enough, she felt horny as hell at the same time. “Oh no,” Sara scolded, coming to a decision. “You do not get to do that. Choke it back down, you can do it!” Sara clapped a hand over her sister’s mouth and pinched her nose shut, barely in time as Kate’s cheeks bulged. She felt watery vomit splash against her palm. Kate’s eyes popped out of her head and she made retching noises, chest rising from the bed. The sides of her throat worked frantically as she struggled to swallow it all back down, stomach spasming in protest, face turning blue. Through some iron effort of will, she managed to keep the water in, just. Sara slowly took her hand away, wiped it on her clothes, and sat back. “I’m sorry, sis. Didn’t mean to take it that far.” Kate gasped for air, chest rising and falling like a bellows, stomach churning like a boiling pot. For one awful moment she thought she was going to throw up again, but the water stayed down. It took a couple minutes before she could bring herself under control enough to talk. “I can’t believe you did that!” Sara looked abashed. “Do you want to stop?” Kate looked at her slowly, then shook her head. “No. I promised you could do anything, and I meant it. But please don’t push on my poor stomach anymore.” “Ok. Let’s try something else then.” Sara touched a finger to Kate’s belly button again, then moved it slowly downward, tracing a line across Kate’s skin to the waistline of her panties. She paused, looking questioningly to her sister’s face. Kate nodded her permission. “You can move your hand lower sis. Go ahead, it’s okay.” Sara didn’t need any more urging. She slipped her finger under the other girl’s pale blue underpants and ran it along Kate’s abdominal muscles, just above the dark mound of her pubic hair. “How does this feel?” Sara asked, and pushed with her finger against the skin of her sister’s bladder. Kate gasped, and involuntarily squeezed her thighs together as a sharp pang went through her groin. “Oof, I guess a lot of that water has already gone to my bladder.” Sara giggled. “You have a wonderful body sis. Your skin is so smooth. I love filling you up and pushing on you.” Kate’s pulse was starting to race again. She felt a fiery feeling slowly spreading through her lower body. She thought she knew where this was going. And she was right. “Now,” Sara said slowly, “we wait. Let’s see how long it takes before your bladder fills up and explodes.” “Oh wow”, Kate gasped. “You’re not going to let me use the bathroom are you?” “Nope,” Sara replied with an evil grin. Time passed. Sara spent the next half hour rubbing her hands up and down every inch of her sister’s supple body, exploring and probing. And Kate’s bladder bulged with more and more urine. After a while it starting throbbing, a perfect counterpoint to her thumping heart. She kept her legs squeezed tightly together, doing her best to ignore the mounting pressure. “Wow, you’re really filling up fast,” Sara murmured, rubbing the bulging mound of Kate’s abdomen. She began pressing against her sister’s bladder, gently at first and then gradually increasing the pressure. Kate groaned, twisting on the bed. “Oh don’t do that,” she gulped as waves of pain spiked through her groin. “I’m getting so full. It’s hard to keep holding it.” But the pain also felt good, paradoxically. Kate’s body trembled slightly, and she realized she was getting very close to orgasming in her underpants. “I do think you’re about to explode sis,” said Sara. She paused for a moment, then moved her hand even lower inside Kate’s underpants and slipped a finger into her sister’s vagina. Kate gasped in pleasure. Sara probed with her finger, and felt the walls of Kate’s swollen bladder from inside her body. “Oh my God, oh my God, I’m gonna burst,” Kate wailed. “Push on me. Push on me hard. I want to see what it feels like.” Sara pressed upwards with her finger, and pushed down against Kate’s abdomen with her other hand at the same time, squeezing the other girl’s bladder like an overripe grape. Kate gasped, and a jet of urine sprayed over her sister’s hand, dampening the cloth of her cotton underpants. Sara pulled her hand out and giggled. “Look sis, you got my hand all wet.” Kate pressed a hand between her thighs, struggling to keep the thin stream of pee from turning into a flood. A few wayward drops trickled down her inner thighs before she managed to stem the flow. “Wow, I almost lost it. That felt so amazing. Wow,” Kate said. “I think I can hold the rest a while longer.” The pressure in her groin was still intense, but manageable once Sara stopped pumping her. Her slightly wet underpants felt warm against her skin, and then cold as the pee cooled. Sara helped her to sit up, then filled the glass of water one more time, emptying the rest of the pitcher. “Now that your stomach has emptied a bit, I want you to drink a little more. We need to keep your stomach full so it keeps the pressure on your bladder.” “You’re the boss, sis,” Kate said, and slowly sipped the water as the birthday girl gently rubbed her damp crotch. “You know, I’m actually super horny. I don’t know if I’m going to pee first or orgasm. Maybe both at the same time!” “Heh, I guess we’ll find out soon!” After the water was finished, Sara eased her sister back down into a prone position. She kissed Kate on the forehead, then the lips, then the tips of her breasts. Kate moaned with pleasure as Sara worked her way down her sister’s body, stopping at last to lick the dampness at her crotch. A few more minutes passed as Sara parted Kate’s legs and rubbed the inside of her muscular thighs. Shiny beads of urine glistened on her slick skin. Kate’s chest rose and fell as her breathing quickened, and sweat stood out on her forehead. Her cheeks were flushed. Her whole body trembled, straining with the effort of keeping all the pee from bursting out. “I can’t take it anymore,” she gasped. “Make me explode sis. Pump on me until I burst.” “Are you sure?” Sara sounded oddly hesitant, pausing with both hands held over her sister’s underpants. The waistline of the blue panties was tight against Kate’s engorged abdomen. Kate could feel the weight of water in her stomach pushing down against her bladder, heavier and heavier. “Just do it!” Kate hissed, clenching her teeth. Her back arched up from the bed. “Oh God, I’m gonna orgasm… I’m gonna…” Sara slammed her hands down, pressing hard with both hands against Kate’s bladder. Kate screamed from the sudden explosion of pain. Sara pumped down again, leaning all her weight against her sister’s tender body. And again. And again. Kate’s body spasmed, and she orgasmed a moment later, a brief burst of ecstasy drowning out the pain. And then her stressed bladder, badly weakened from all the pumping, simply exploded. Urine gushed out from Kate’s peehole, soaking through her panties in an instant and running in rivulets down her perfect legs. She felt the warmth spread out in a puddle all around her, a hissing noise accompanying the flood. “Oh wow, oh wow, that feels so good…” Sara slipped her hands inside Kate’s soaked panties, feeling the warm urine flowing around her fingers. Then she took her hands out and rubbed pee over her sister’s stomach and chest, spreading the wetness around and reveling in the sensation of smooth, slippery skin. Kate’s body continued trembling as her bladder emptied, pee pouring out everywhere and making a mess of the bed. In the spirit of experimentation, Sara put her face to her sister’s crotch, letting some of the flow spray into her open mouth. The pee tasted like salty water. Eventually the flow lessened, first to a stream, then a trickle, and finally stopping altogether. Kate just lay there, spread-eagled in the wet bed, body covered in rapidly cooling urine, chest and stomach moving in and out as she slowly brought her breathing under control. Strands of reddish hair clung to her sweaty forehead, and her cheeks were flushed with exhilaration. “So who’s going to clean up the bed?” Sara stared at her for a moment, then burst out giggling. “I don’t know. We’ll figure it out later.” She sat back with a smile, taking in the scene. “Thanks for being the best sister ever! I’ll never forget this night.” Kate smiled back. “You’re welcome. But the night is still young. What do you want to do next?” “I have a few more ideas,” Sara teased, leaning in toward her sister again. Yes, it was going to be an unforgettable night indeed.
  15. Lately i have been thinking about writing down some of my experiences with my ex, i dated her for 3 and a half years, freshman year till halfway through my senior year of high school. ill have more stories about how everything led up till around this story and stuff but this is the one i want to write about most. (i am writing this on my cell, so sorry for any mistakes) It was the summer between our junior and senior year of highschool, sarah had been my girlfriend since the beginning of freshman year. We first met in gym class and had become close friends, ill write more about how we came to where we are and about other experiences and such soon (as i am extremely busy lately) To really start things off, my name is Avery, im 5'8, runner's build (i used to run cross country for school, and track) and i've been mostly bisexual since around 7th grade. I didn't start taking an interest in wetting till i started dating my ex sarah in which this story is about. Sarah was a little shorter than me at about 5'7 ish at the time and was along the skinny side and had a streak of purple in her hair that i loved. This story begins as we get to my family cabin about an hour north of where i live in minnesota. We got to my cabin around 5 or so from my house after i had gotten off of work. She worked 3 days a week and was free on the weekends and so was i so we hung out quite often on the weekends. Through her in my first few months of dating i was introduced to wetting. i immediately loved the feeling of the pee running down my legs and the feeling my pussy got when i would go in my clothes. Most of all i love to go in either jeans, shorts or yoga pants/leggings. When we got to my cabin we brought our clothes in, the beer and the tv and laptop. we used my laptop quite often to watch tv and movies on. I started a fire for us to chill around for a while whilst we were drinking. after my fourth beer i began to feel my bladder to begin to fill up and began to get a little desperate. Me and sarah have always had this game where we would let spurts out with out the other noticing and see how long we could do it till the other noticed. I spotted a dear waking down the trail next to my campsite as i was thinking about how bad i had to go 7/10 at the time, and i pointed it out to her and as she looked i pushed a nice big spurt out into my yoga pants. It was so nice and warm and for how big it was it pooled a little bit around my ass in the chair. when she looked back im almost positive she didn't notice as we began our conversation back up. i was spurting periodically for fun here and there over the next ten minutes until it was too much and the pool began splashing on the ground below me. we had both drank a little and i had to go super bad now that i had let some out and more of it was just begging. She noticed and giggled asking how long i'd been doing it to which i replied that i'd been going the last half hour. we laughed and talked about recent times we wet and after a bit the conversation drifted off, about 20 minutes later and another beer down i went and sat on her lap, feeling a bit tipsy, we talked i kissed her a bit and after a little bit i began to get horny. My nipples began to get hard as the pressure on my bladder began to get so immense that i was sure i couldn't get up without wetting myself. Oh sure, i could have told her i had to go that bad but wheres the fun in that? Once again i began to let spurts out and with how thin yoga pants are i had to be careful not to let too much out so she wouldnt notice yet. When she finally noticed a little pee dribble onto her leg from me she asked if i had peed a little. i confessed that i had been letting a little out for the last little bit and she laughed and asked why i didnt just let go. I had wanted to but letting small amounts out has always been more pleasurable for me since i love the warmth. after a bit of talking, i let out another spurt but this time there was no stopping it, either with the relaxed muscle function from the alcohol, or just wanting to pee on her, i began to fully wet my self. It started off slow, as i had to go soo bad, and by the time she noticed. i was full on wetting. I could feel the piss erotically coming out of my pussy and dribbling down to my butt where her crotch was. as i gave up and released, i heard her gasp emotionally as i am sure she was getting aroused from the incident. afterwards i stood up and she asked me to show her my butt, she felt me up a bit and we went into my cabin. We layed on my bed and she crawled on top of me and sat in my lap. she leaned forwards and we began kissing and touching and such. I was focused mostly on the passionate kiss as i felt my legs getting warm. I realized that she had began peeing on me in my bed!:) Her piss was landing on my crotch, as i began to get even more horny. i took off her shirt and we went on to you know... The last bit is a bit more personal and idk if i'd like to share it yet as this is my first post here. Thanks for the read and i'll upload another story soon about how i was introduced to wetting, Thanks!!!!!:) Aves.
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  18. So I have never really tried to write a fetish based story before. I have always been content to be a leech, enjoying the work of others. However, that is going to change, I have recently been inspired to actually write something down of my own creation. I might be a little dark, and it has a fair degree of medical bondage thrown into the mixture, but I hope that it is good enough for this forum. Warning strong language present. Without further ado: Baby Katerina’s New Life The now familiar “hiss, tick” of my ventilator is the first sound that greets my ears every morning after awakening from my drug induced sleep. I don’t really know how long I have been out for this time, in this place time has no meaning to me. I have taken to talking to myself inside my head and narrating my day to keep from going mad. More to the point, the now familiar “hiss, tick” of my ventilator is the first sound that greets my ears every morning after awakening from my drug induced sleep. I am trapped in this bed, unable to move, thanks to my captors having placed me in an incredibly restrictive cast. I am totally immobile; my world view is limited to what portions of the ceiling and what portions of the floor I can see. and I can only see one or the other. It all depends on whether I am face up or face down. There are 24 tiles above me, 17 below; I have counted them all many times. Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this, being trapped here in this room, restrained, ventilated, and controlled. Other times I try to accept my new reality. Sometimes I cry. Not as often as I did in the beginning, but still sometimes I cry. I don’t know how long I have been like this; the days are of indeterminate length. I have seen only one person since I became this way, she tends to me. She checks my trach for signs of infection; she positions the turning frame to keep me from getting bedsores. My cath bags are drained, and my feeding tube is opened or closed. That is the extent of my human interaction. She never says a word, never even really looks at me, she does her tasks and she retreats back to the world of the living. I can feel myself getting sleepy again, I guess it is time to go to sleep again. “Hiss, tick” When I dream, and I dream often here. I remember my life before; I had just finished my Masters of Science degree, with a focus on organic chemistry. I remember walking, seeing the sun, breathing the fresh air (well as fresh as it can be in the city). I had a wonderful girlfriend, Elizabeth, Liz to me, who was happy just to be with me, that is all gone now. This morning was different; when I awoke I saw a face! A familiar face! I saw my Liz! There was a look of satisfaction on her face that was unusual. She spoke. “Is the period of adjustment almost over?” Another voice responded, “Yes, she is ready to go when you are.” And, just like that my life changed. I had so many questions to ask Liz. What had happened to me being chief amongst them. All of a sudden there was a flurry of activity in my room. People came from everywhere it seemed. I heard the buzzing of a saw and I felt a stab of fear. But Liz came into my field of view and stroked my cheek she told me, “Don’t worry this is all part of the process” And the cutting began, slowly I was being cut out of my shell. They did my legs first, then my torso, then my arms, and finally my head. I felt strangely limp without my fibreglass shell, my head didn’t want to stay up on its own. I felt like a pool of jelly. Liz held my head in her hand and said, “Don’t worry Baby, we are going to get you all sorted out. Right now how about a bath? You kinda smell.” Did I? Did I smell? I suppose I must have having been in the cast for so long. I felt a warm sensation on my feet, I tried to look, but I was so weak, I couldn’t raise my head. I was getting a sponge bath I surmised. All too soon it was over, but I felt refreshed, I felt better. It is amazing how much you appreciate the feeling of freshness. Liz took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. I saw her hand reach forward, she grabbed my chin, and moved my head so I could look into her eyes. I saw a look of hunger there I had never seen, a sort of predatory satisfaction. But as soon as I saw it, it was gone; replaced by a look of tender care so quickly I am unsure if it was there at all. My head dropped back down to my chest, I started to drool. I heard her leave, had I been breathing on my own I am sure I would have been hyperventilating, was I going to be left alone again? Time passed. “Hiss, tick”. I hear footsteps approach my bed. It Liz, she was back! I heard another set of footsteps, and an unfamiliar female voice. “Well, Ms. Mason she will be ready for transport within the hour, all you have to do is sign the release papers and she is all yours.” What? Release papers? What on earth were they talking about? Liz answered, “Thank-you Doctor, you and your staff have been most accommodating these last years. The final payment will be transferred as discussed.” Payment? Accommodating? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, last years? YEARS!? I have been trapped here for years? No wonder I was so weak. I tried to speak, nothing, not even a whisper of a squeak came from my mouth. Now I was really scared. For the first time in a long time, I asked myself what had happened to me? Liz approached my bed again. “Now Kat, I am sure you have questions, and I will answer them as best I can as soon as I can. But for now, let’s have you just blink, twice for yes and thrice for no, okay? Go on show me you understand.” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice “Of course I understand”. “Good girl! Are you ready to get out of here?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice “Duh!”. “Okay let’s get you all suited up” What did she mean by that I wonder? I was about to find out. The nurse came in and spoke to Liz. “Well we have the chair, and the brace as you requested, the only question is, are you going to leave her cathed? She will be totally incontinent as per your request, cathing is so much easier, and allows for more dignity in her case.” “Excellent, I am excited to see her in her new chair and suit, as for the caths remove them. I have arranged for another method of controlling her eliminations.” The nurse responded, “Very well Ms. Mason” and proceeded to walk towards my bed. The nurse didn’t even acknowledge me and she reached between my legs, I was used to it. What I wasn’t used to was the feeling of deflation that occurred within me. I felt a tube slither its way out of my vagina, and another, a much bigger one out of my rear. The nurse deposited the caths in a tray and was out of the room as quickly as she came. I was alone with Liz again. She approached me. “Kat I am going to attach your legs to a pulley here so we can keep getting you ready to leave okay? I’ll answer all of your questions in due time.” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice, what was I going to day put up a fight? I was as limp as a cooked noodle, the only course of action was to agree. I felt my legs get spread apart, and then they were hoisted up into the air. They were so small! I guess years of immobility had taken their toll on my once lithe form. My feet looked weird were they always that twisted? I hadn’t seen them for so long. I guess I got so used to seeing only the ceiling and floor. This was all a little much for me. I felt a cool sensation on my vagina, and I smelled Baby powder. Was I being put into diapers? The answer was yes. “Okay Kat, so you heard the nurse, you are going to be totally incontinent for a while and since I am going to be your primary caregiver, I have decided to go the diaper method, I feel like this will allow us to get re-acquainted after such a long time. Don’t you? Now your diapers are rather special, they are designed to be hyper-absorbent, so even when you are messy, you don’t have to worry about them, that is my job now understand? I am going to take care of you.” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “Thank-you so much Liz” “Good girl! I am glad you are being so good about this whole thing” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “You are taking me out of here, nothing to be good about.” I heard the sound of something heavy rolling towards my bed, I yearned to look, but all I succeeded in doing was drooling onto my chest. Liz noticed that immediately. “Oh Kat, let’s get that dried up, we don’t want you to get any kind of rash right?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “Well that was gross” She mopped up my drool, and repositioned my bed a little lower so my head wasn’t resting on my chest, but rather on my pillow, that was better. I heard another voice, a male one this time. “Alrighty Ms. Mason, here is the brace as ordered, I can now see why it needs to be so restrictive, this poor girl doesn’t have much mobility in her at all eh?” Liz replied, “Yes Dave, as you can see she is quite limp, but that is how it goes with the nature of her injury.” Injury? What? Last time I checked I was fine, I just woke up here one day and here I have stayed. Did something happen to me? Did I get hurt? More questions. I felt a hand on my back sitting me up, and laying me back down against something cold, it soon warmed up. Next I saw what I take to be the upper portion of my brace get lowered onto my torso. It might was well have been a suit of armour, there was almost no skin showing. Next I heard Liz say, “Open your mouth.” I tried, in the end she had to help me with that. I felt something metallic on my teeth, and protrude from my lips. Then I heard, “We are going to have to detach her ventilator to proceed. On three, one, two, three.” There was a hiss, and a feeling of breathlessness, I was free of the vent, I tried to take my first free breath. Nothing. I was suffocating! Panic swirled in my head. Then there was a tremendous pressure and I felt my neck get moved. Another hiss, I could breathe again! I guess after years I was ventilator dependant. That was a scary thought. My head was now being held quite stiffly by my brace. I tried to move my head, which was a waste of effort. If I couldn’t move my head before the brace from lack of muscle control, what made me think I could with a brace? I saw a large bib get placed over my head. A small trickle of drool escaped past whatever was protruding out of my mouth, it landed on my bib. Liz chuckled when she saw this. “Something else we are both going to have to get used to” I felt warmth between my legs and my diaper swelled, I guess I was peeing. That was a strange sensation, after being so far removed from my bodily functions to feel it trickle around me was quite novel. Liz noticed my distraction. “Something the matter Kat? Does something hurt?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked three times for no “No, just relishing my pee” “Oh well, okay then” She answered, totally unaware of my new experiences. Dave started to talk again, “Ms. Mason we are ready to proceed with the final tightening, if you could just stand over here, thank-you” I felt the brace compress and I was once again rigidly locked within a shell, metal in place of fibreglass. “Ms. Mason if you could direct your attention to these latches at her sides here, and behind her ears here? These must be opened to allow for baths and changes. As arranged the brace is a permanent attachment and cannot be removed totally, but these had to be put in place.” “Thank-you Dave, you may leave us now” “Very good Ms. Mason” Did he say that this brace was permanent? Another question to add to the list. I heard Dave turn and walk out, I strained my eyes to get a glimpse of him, but all I succeeded in doing is looking at his back as he left. I heard another sound, this time of soft wheels. I saw a monstrosity of a wheel chair enter my limited field of view. Was this for me? It must be. Liz spoke, “Ahhh excellent, Kat this is your new chair. It comes complete with everything. Portable ventilator, attendant control, arm and foot rests. This is the top of the line model for you my dearest one. Do you like it?” I didn’t know how to respond, she came into my field of view. “Well?” I was unsure how to proceed “You know Kat when someone asks you a question it is polite to respond, I could leave you here for a couple more months, maybe you will appreciate all I have arranged for you then.” Her voice had an edge to it that I had never heard before. This was new, when we were together before she would never have made such an obvious threat, “Hiss, tick” I quickly blinked twice for yes. “Like hell you are, don’t even joke about that Liz”. Her voice resumed its normal timbre “I am glad you like it; let’s get you inside shall we?” I felt a sensation of weightlessness; I was being lifted off of my bed for the first time I assumed in years. There was no dignity though, I felt like a sack of grain being transported. I was unhooked from the sling. I felt the soft padding of the chair against my legs. The tremendous bulk of my diaper kept my legs apart, even had I been able to move them, I doubt that I could have brought them together. She came into my field of view once again, she was holding something they looked like large plastic hands. “These are for you Kat, they will keep your hands from curling up. After being casted for so long your tendons have shortened, these will help. I have some for your feet as well.” She undid the Velcro and placed them on my hands and feet, it was really uncomfortable having her unfold my fists, but when it was over it felt better, more natural. “Ready to go home baby?” Liz asked. “Hiss, tick, Hiss, tick” I blinked twice, had I blinked three times I am sure we would have gone anyway, she controlled the wheelchair, I was just along for the ride. A blanket was placed over me. “To protect your dignity dear, we don’t need the whole world seeing your diaper. Which is wet, was that what had you all distracted earlier?” “Hiss tick” I blinked twice, she wasn’t looking at me or at least I couldn’t see her looking at me. I guess it was a rhetorical question. “But yes that was what had me distracted Liz” We were off, it was strange to leave the room I had occupied for so long, and it was nice to get a change of scenery. Down the corridors we went and into an elevator. It was a short ride down to the garage. We left the elevator and came upon a large van, you know like the kind for moving cargo. Liz positioned me at the rear of the vehicle. She went around the side of the vehicle and the back opened, a lift emerged. She wheeled me onto the ramp and into the van. She secured the chair and got into the driver’s seat. “Oops almost forgot” she said “We can’t ruin the surprise can we?” A blindfold was placed over my eyes. Dammit! I was really looking forward to seeing outside. I tried to make my displeasure known, but nothing not even a sound. I heard the van start up and move. I don’t know how long we drove for. I wet again, the diaper swelled. Liz was silent, and I did what I do best, I zoned out by listening to my ventilator. “Hiss, tick”. “We’re home baby!” That phrase brought me back to reality, where is home for me now? The blindfold was removed and I was eager to see where we were. It was a garage, yippee. Liz got out of the vehicle and removed me. We went through a large door, large enough to easily accommodate my chair. My chair? No, the chair. Also it was not my vent it was the vent. Just as they weren’t my diapers they were the diapers I couldn’t get into the habit of calling them mine; I would not need them forever. Recovery was just around the bend. Liz started to talk to me. “Okay Kat, I am going to give you the grand tour and then I will answer your questions okay?” It wasn’t really a request, more like a statement of fact, I just blinked twice. “Hiss, tick” “Goody!” I heard her clap her hands. “So where to start? This house has been totally adapted to your needs so there is no place you can’t go. Although it’s not like you will be going anywhere around here without me steering you there. This is the main room, where we will be spending the majority of our time together.” She wheeled me around “Next is the bathroom, pretty standard, except for the shower, that is specially designed with your needs in mind. Here is our room, as you can see it adjoins the bathroom.” I got a good look at the bedroom, looked pretty comfy, and then I saw it, another hospital bed. I sighed to myself. Liz continued, heedless to my disappointment. “This is the kitchen, where I will be preparing our food. And finally here is the storage space, plenty of room for whatever.” I noticed that there were bags upon bags of diapers, tubes, I.V. stands, another ventilator everything that was needed for my care it seemed. “Okay Kat, question time. I am sure you are anxious to know what happened to you?” “Hiss, tick, hiss, tick, hiss, tick, hiss, tick” I blinked so many times I thought I would never stop. “Well here is the short version, as you well know I have a nurturing streak in my nature. We explored that a bit during our play, you being my Baby me being your Mommy. I decided to take it a little further than I am sure you would have been comfortable with. You know my family has money right? Well there was a break-in gone bad and they were all gunned down. I was in Europe with you when that happened, let me tell you I was devastated” She winked at me. “That left me the sole heir to the money.” I remembered that, she was a wreck, she barely ate, barely did anything in her grief. Was it all an act? My eyes got wide as the Machiavellian nature of her personality descended onto me. “After the funerals, I told you -if you remember- ‘We need to take a break, I need some time to myself’. You being the good girl you are obliged me. With that, I was off, I sold many of the assets my family controlled and invested in a private clinic in a country where government oversight can be taken care of with a bribe. I got it all set up, everything I would need to make our little ABDL play a more permanent thing. I hired a man to drug and kidnap you, and take you to my clinic. That is that, you remained there being tended to like a plant. That was 2015, it is 2019 now Kat. It has been four years, nobody is mourning you now. Of course I put on a big show, pledging reward money for information on your fate or whereabouts. Your parents were so grateful; they took me into their home, made me feel like family. They are dead by the way. Cancer. I love cesium. With that my plan came to fruition, it has been quite an exercise in patience. That is some of ‘the what has been done, and the all of the why I did it’. Now time for the rest of the ‘what I have done’.” I was openly crying, had I been able to move I am sure I would have been sobbing, my chest heaving with emotion. As it stood tears streamed down my cheeks, the ventilator kept up its steady “hiss, tick”. “Oh, baby don’t cry for them, they have been gone from this earth for years now. Fresh as the pain is to you, it will pass.” I looked at her as best I could, with what I hoped was hatred. She noticed. “Hey! Now none of that Miss oh-so-young-and needy. I can make your life very uncomfortable should I choose. You are comfortable only by my say so, got it?” That tone made my blood run cold, I was dependent upon her for everything, and as much as I hated her I needed her. She continued. “After your abduction you were kept sedated and vented for two years, which allowed your diaphragm to atrophy rendering you permanently dependent upon your ventilator. I decided upon the trach mounted ventilator, which gave me so much more leeway for your brace. You vocal chords had to go of course, can’t have you making a fuss every time you need a change. It is up to me where and when or even if you receive one. I had your Achilles tendons removed, after all they aren’t going to be much use to you now. Despite what the nurse mentioned earlier, you will forever be totally incontinent, I had your urinary and rectal sphincters removed. That is all. If you think about it, and believe you me I am sure you will, it could have been so much worse.” I was crying openly again, why me, why me, why me? She moved into my range of vision. “Would you like to see yourself, your new you?” I didn’t respond I was too emotional. I felt a hand on my head. Had I been able to I would have flinched away, as it stood I remained motionless. “Not going to answer? Well as you know silence denotes tacit consent, so without further ado.” She wheeled me to a gigantic mirror in the bedroom, and removed the blanket. The sight that greeted my eyes when I dared to open them shocked me. I looked like a freak. The first thing I noticed was the trach, but then I saw the brace. No wonder I couldn’t move! It extended up the back of my neck to the top of my ears. Then there was the mouthpiece, which was the source of my drooling problem. They might as well have given me a metal jaw; there was a top portion that exited the top of my mouth and joined around my ears to the back of my neck and to the back of the brace. Then there was a lower piece the exited my lower jaw and followed the contours of my chin and jaw perfectly and attached at either side of my neck to the front of the brace. In effect the brace had replaced my neck. Then there was the diaper. It was huge, it ballooned out of the front of me, and I am sure it was the same out of the back. Liz saw my eyes get wide. “Like what you see baby?” I blinked my response, one, two, and three “No I do not, why Liz!? Why!? “Hmmm... Well I like it and that is all that matters, you have no say in the matter.” I continued to examine my brace and my body, my arms were so skinny, having seen my legs I expected it somewhat, but not to this extent. I then realised something. I would never walk again, never stand again. I started to cry again, that was all I could do. Liz started talking again somehow sensing why I was crying this time. “Well unlike your legs, your arms are not a totally forgone conclusion, during your sedation I took several physical therapy courses; we are going to work on that. I do still want you to be able to grab things. Who knows in a couple of months you might be able to feed yourself. As it stands the feeding tube is going to stay in for now.” I looked at her with hopeful pleading in my eyes, if she was going to rob me of everything, anything she chose to give back to me was a blessing. “Well I am sure you are tired after today, and you smell like you could use a change, what say we take care of that and get you off to bed okay princess?” Need a change? Then I felt it, I was messy, when did that happen? What could I do, argue? Like that would get me anywhere. “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. She wheeled me into the bedroom, unhooked the vent, hoisted me out of the chair, lowered me to the bed, and reattached the vent. There I lay; I felt the mess in the diaper press against me. I felt so dirty, but much like the wettings of earlier it was a novel experience. I realised then that it was something I was going to have to get used to, if this was going to be my new reality then I was going to have to adjust. Like I did in the clinic, I have to adjust. “Okay Kat, let’s get you clean, and dry and off to bed.” Liz proceeded to untape the diaper and cleanse my most sensitive area. It had been years since I was touched like that, and to my shame I reacted intensely. I had an orgasm during a diaper change, I was so embarrassed. Liz just kept up the cleaning, after all I was unable to move so the orgasm was really just another fluid exiting my body and entering my diaper. She creamed me and powdered me and taped me back into another diaper, the one I would use for the night. “Sweet dreams baby, see you tomorrow” I blinked twice. I felt myself getting really tired all of a sudden, did she drug me? I realised something then, if this was to be my existence for the rest of my life as Liz’s experiment I had to make the most of it. Take all the good and avoid the bad as much as possible. I felt my diaper swell. That was the last thought I had before I passed out. “Hiss, tick” Two years later (Present day) “Good morning sweetie!” Mommy/Liz chimed, as she did every morning. “Are you ready for a big day?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “Yes I most certainly am! Let’s go Mommy/Liz!” “Okay then, let’s get baby all ready for breakfast.” Mommy/Liz hoisted me out of my bed, lowered me into my chair, I felt my nightly mess squish against me and the inside of my diaper –I was unfazed by this Mommy/Liz would take care of it. She unhooked my ventilator, reattached my ventilator, and wheeled me into the kitchen. Due to the restrictions imposed on my body by my brace I was pretty limited in the food selections available to me, not like I was ever given any real choice Mommy/Liz knew what was best for me. But because of my good behaviour the last couple of months and the successes I have made with my PT. My brace had been modified to allow me to eat more solid food. I could now open my mouth all by myself, the brace still protruded out of my mouth, covering my teeth like a metal denture but I could do it all by myself! The feeding tube was not gone, I still needed to get my proper nutrition, but at least I got to taste food again. Like plain oatmeal, I love plain oatmeal! Actually that was the only food I got to eat, now that I think about it, but still oatmeal! Yummy! I clumsily spooned the food into my mouth, getting as much on me as in me, but I was proud, I could use my right hand! My left was useless, it wasn’t even my hand. It was a pale plastic imitation, more like a club than a hand. Mommy/Liz was so proud of me, it showed in her eyes, caring and nurturing and full of love. Was that love? Or was that the old predatory, conquering look again? I looked again, nope it was love I am sure of it. “Messy baby, let’s get you all cleaned up” Mommy/Liz took a towel and cleaned my face; she detached the spoon from its Velcro holder on my hand. She removed my soiled bib, and did not place a new one around my neck leaving my brace in full view. That was unusual, is something special happening today? Mommy/Liz wheeled me back into the bedroom. “Let’s get you ready for your shower okay baby?” Not like it was really a question directed towards me, it would happen whether I wanted it or not. Like everything in my life it happened at the whim of Liz. Liz that fucking bitch, I had a moment of dreadful clarity as she was hoisting me onto the shower gurney. Fuck her! She did this to us! Fucking bitch! I feel a cold breeze as my diaper is removed. No! No! No! Bad Kat! Don’t think like that, Mommy is good to us, she takes care of us, and she loves us. No she doesn’t love us! We are her experiment, look what she has done to us! Mommy loves us! She feeds us, changes us, and keeps us warm and safe. My reverie was interrupted by a jet of icy cold water on my head. Apparently Mommy/Liz had been talking to us and we ignored her, which is a big mistake on our part. That is how we lose things, like how we lost our left hand. “Are you listening to me Baby!?” The tone of her voice snaps us back to reality, it is a danger tone. I have no idea what she was talking about, but to not answer is the most dangerous game of all so. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Of course whatever you say” She smiles “I am so glad you see it that way baby, me too” What did I just agree to? Uncertainly fills my heart. The water is warmed up and Mommy/Liz begins washing us. As much as we hate/love her, this feels so good. I relax as much as my brace allows me to. Mommy/Liz soaps me and scrubs me, paying close attention to the delicate skin under my brace, and the sensitive skin of my diaper area. Soon, too soon the weekly shower is concluded. Mommy/Liz dries us off, and closes up our brace and I am hoisted back over to the bed. This is the next best part of my day, the application of a fresh diaper, especially after shower day. I feel fresh for much longer. Mommy/Liz creams me, powders me, and seals me into my new toilet for the morning. Then she is gone, leaving me there lying on the bed, I can’t move. Not an unusual situation for me, I fall into old habits and zone out, listening to my ventilator. “Hiss, tick”. “Do you like it Baby?” Mommy/Liz asks. “I had it made special for you, it is so we can out together, just like we used to.” What is she talking about? Then I see it. It is a piece of clothing. For me? Really? I never get to wear clothing. It is always just my diaper, my brace and my bib. Maybe a blanket if it is cold. An actual piece of clothing for me? I feel tears in my eyes. I love it Mommy! I want to say, but instead, “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. She looks genuinely happy that I like it. It was one of the rare instances where a question was actually directed at me, and not a foregone conclusion posed as a question. “Well let’s get it into you. We’re going for a walk.” What!? Did I hear her right? No, it’s impossible she is taking me outside? Really! I am overwhelmed with joy. I haven’t seen the sky in years, or felt the breeze, or seen anything alive other than Mommy/Liz. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Today rocks! Clothes, and a walk? Fucking A1!” She hoists me up, and places the specially designed dress on me. I feel so pretty. My diaper swells, I am peeing. I pay it no mind, it is doing its job. And just like that I am dressed. Mommy/Liz lowers me back into my chair. The only thing that ruins the moment is that as soon as I am down into my chair, I see a new bib get lowered over my head. “Do you want to see yourself Baby?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice “Yes please Mommy” She wheels me over to the mirror, which when I first saw myself all those months ago I hated it, not that I like it now, but I am used to my reflection. I see myself,my brace is still the most noticeable thing about me, other than my trach and my chair. Next is my diaper. At least to me that is what I see first. But I do my best to ignore all that. I am so pretty! The dress is perfect, you can still see my diaper, and the bib covers the majority of the dress but I don’t care about that. I feel beautiful and special. Just like that, I am dressed. “Ready?” Mommy/Liz asks “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Lets go already” Nine months ago “Hiss, tick” it is the only sound I make, it is not even made by me, but by a machine that I am attached to. I rely on a machine to breathe for me. “Hiss, tick” I hate that noise. Liz enters into my field of view. “Are you ready for your PT dear?” She tries to sound like she cares, but she doesn’t care about me, she did this to me. Crippled me, made me incontinent. Robbed me of my career, my family, EVERYTHING! I hate her. I blink my answer at her. “Hiss, tick” one, two, and three blinks for a “No I am not ready”. “Really, is that how you want today to be? Really? Are you sure? She is asking me all of these questions, I just stare at her, sullenly, with hate. “Okay then, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. I guess someone likes sitting in their wet and stinky diaper. Them that don’t do their PT don’t get a new diaper today.” That makes me think, I don’t really know if I am dirty, I can’t tell unless I am hoisted up and lowered down. I know I am wet though, I am going to assume that she knows that state of the diaper better than me. No, we must be steadfast, this is the only defiance I can muster, not doing my PT. “Looks like someone is going to get a punishment if she keeps this up.” What is she on about now? Punishment what more could she do to me, let her come at me. “Do your worst you Whore!” I shout in my head. All that happens is, “Hiss, tick”. “Kat! This is your last chance, don’t make me do something you are going to regret.” “Hiss, tick” I continue to stare at her. “Fuck you, bitch” “Fine then, you are getting a punishment. Remember this Kat, I gave you chances.” She leaves my field of view, I sense her beside me, near the ventilator. “Hiss, tick” I feel, funny. “Hiss, tick” Really sleepy. Did she drug me again? That is the last thing I remember. “Hiss, tick”. “Good morning Kat!” I hear her voice though the fog. “Have a good sleepy?” I come to, nothing feels different, was that it? Was that the punishment, that’s it? All of those threats for what? A nap? I feel as empowered as I can feel in my situation. “I hope you won’t make me do something like that again, it hurts Mommy to do those things to you. Do you know what I did?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes you stupid whore, you made me have a nap, so what? The more I sleep the closer I am to death and freedom, fuck yourself.” “Really you know?” She walks into my limited field of vision “Really, because I think you think all I made you do is sleep. But really, I did so much more. Remember when I first brought you home I told you ‘it could have be so much worse’ well, I made it a little worse. Do you want to know how?” “Hiss, tick” I blink slowly once, twice. I am beginning to feel fear, what did she do to me this time? “Let’s go over to the mirror Baby, and take a good look at ourselves.” She walked behind me, and wheeled me to the mirror, the mirror that I hate, and the reflection that I hate. “See anything different? Anything missing?” I look, and I look, I feel my diaper swell. Same brace, same vent, same diaper, same chair, no nothing out of my new ordinary. But then I see her motion to her left hand, I look at mine in the mirror. I have always been a lefty, heck it was the one we were focused on during my PT I could even move it, I try. It doesn’t move, it is there I can feel it, I try again. It still doesn’t move. I look at Liz, she looks sad. I look back at my left hand, closer this time, there is something off about it. It is shiny, glossy, FAKE! Oh my GOD!! She took my HAND! My fucking HAND! That was my writing hand, I was practicing so we could communicate. FUCK! I look at her. “Hiss, tick” The tears are streaming steadily onto my cheeks. She looks back at me steadily. “You gave me no choice Baby, I gave you fair warning, that is the punishment you get.” Her tone is monotonous, almost robotic, the look of sadness still in her eyes. “I told you it hurts Mommy to do things like this to you. Maybe now you will be a good Baby, and do your PT like you are supposed to. Now let’s get you to bed you have had a rough day, and you smell like you need a change. Present day “Ready?” Mommy/Liz asks “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Let’s go already” I don’t remember being this excited, I am going outside. Mommy/Liz opens the front door. I feel sunlight on my face, I open my eyes. It is so bright! I close them again, I slowly open them. We lived out in the country? How could I have not noticed? Then again I am always inside. Would that I could breathe on my own I would have gasped, and sighed and gasped again in contentment and wonder. As it was I had to make do with the “Hiss, tick” of my ventilator. “Oh my goodness, Baby, let’s get a hat on your head and sunglasses on your face!” I feel a hat go on my head, and I see sunglasses on the approach. I will admit, I actually appreciate the shades. After years of being in darkness, and semi-darkness, the un-filtered sunlight was a little much for my eyes. “Is that better Baby” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. I am not sure if it was an actual question, or one of the foregone conclusion questions that are directed my way. But experience has taught me, and today’s little reminder reinforced it. Always answer Mommy/Liz. She is wheeling me down the walk, past the fence, and onto the lane. It is so pretty, I can hear birds, the crunch of dirt beneath the wheels of my chair. I see trees. I don’t think I have been this happy in a long time. I could die right now and be content. Maybe life isn’t so bad afterall? Mommy/Liz hasn’t said a thing to me for a while. It takes all of my strength, but I lift my right hand up off of the rest and let it fall limply to the side of my wheelchair. I feel my diaper swell. Mommy/Liz stops the chair, and I feel her grab my hand. Now is my chance. Fingers I demand that you work! They do! I grab Mommy’s/Liz’s hand with mine. We are holding hands, just like we used to. I am sweating with the effort that it took. I guess that effort made me more than sweaty; I pooped too. I am now sitting in a dirty, wet diaper. After all these years though, I hardly care. I hear Mommy’s/Liz’s breathing change, it sounds like a sob. She lets go of my hand. “Hiss, tick” one, two and three I blink my disagreement. “Why did you let go?” She walks around to the front of my chair, and kneels down to my eye level. This is highly out of the norm. Normally I have to strain my eyes to the top of their field to make eye contact. She has never done this before. “Baby, did you try and hold my hand?” I hear the raw emotion in her voice. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes” “Baby, does mean that you don’t hate me anymore?” I can see tears in the corners of her eyes. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes” “Baby, do you forgive me for what I have done to you?” There is a note in her voice I have never heard before. It sounds like regret and hope. Does she feel bad about what she has done? Does she regret what she did to me? “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes” I see her convulse, her shoulders hunch, and her eyes scrunch. And the woman that I loved, and hated, and feared, and love again is crying. No, more than that, releasing. She has been tortured about the things she has done to me. She is so beautiful right now. I feel my diaper swell. She keeps crying, and she comes in and gives me the most passionate kiss on the lips that she is able to manage with my brace. I move my right hand and with all the grace and finesse I have, and stroke her face. My hand falls limply into my lap, exhausted. Now we are both crying. She is sobbing, totally lost in her wave of released emotion. I would be too, but all I get are tears and the steady “Hiss, tick” of my ventilator. Mommy gathers herself, “Baby, are you ready to go home now?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes, Mommy” “Let’s go then” Mommy turns my chair around and starts walking back towards our house. “Baby?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes Mommy?” “Things are going to be different from now on okay? No more punishments, I promise. No more drug induced sleeps. I am so sorry for what I did to you. It took a great person, the great person I know you now to be to forgive me for what I have done. I love you Katerina.” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. I feel my diaper swell. “I love you too Mommy” If you wish, you can divorce yourself from me entirely, I will go, I will leave you money enough for the rest of your days, you can hire a professional carer, and I will darken your world no longer. “Hiss, tick” one, two, and three I blink my disagreement. What is she crazed? Liz may have done awful things to Katerina. But she was not Liz and I was not Katerina, At least not anymore. She is Mommy and I am her Baby. “No? You mean you want me to stay?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes Mommy” “Really Baby?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes Mommy” “Baby? Do you love me?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “I do Mommy, from now to forever I love you” “I love you too my Baby” The End
  19. File Name: みずもれ MIX 44 File Submitter: Kei File Submitted: 05 Sep 2015 File Category: Female Wetting A new compilation video ripped from FC2. It's over an hour and a half long and has something for everyone--desperation, accidents, intentional wetting, masturbation, squirting, public wetting, school girls, uniforms, and more. Enjoy! Click here to download this file
  20. File Name: Les vivants et les morts- pipi File Submitter: John Cena69 File Submitted: 24 Nov 2015 File Category: Panty Wetting You can find this video on youtube searching for the same title. I uploaded it in case it got deleted. The wetting is not really visible yet its one of my fav videos. I recommend to watch the whole thing. Two girls start drinking and jerk around until one of them sais she has to pee, the other one tells her to go ahead, so she does. WARNING: The pee is only visible in a stream so If this is not your thing don't download. Click here to download this file
  21. I cum (yes literally hehe) across this Youtube video iv never seen it before, though it was hot as hell, 2 girls making out 1 of them has clearly wet her shorts https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=na3u28eOhxA She is not the only girl in wet panties right now lol hope u enjoy
  22. Scene 1 Only I remember a few weeks ago someone was looking for this video and i was supposed to upload it fast as possible. But here it is later then ever but uploaded to the forum for you all to watch and download. This videofile contains both nudity and lesbian sex in it but most important of them all is the wetting and peeing in it. Enjoy ❤️ national-models-peeing-3-scene1.avi
  23. Finally got the courage to pee myself in front of my girlfriend. For a long time I've wanted to tell her about my fetish but have always been afraid what she would think about it. We where on our way home from a party in a cab (both sitting in the backseat) and I noticed she was bouncing in her and asked her if she was ok. "I really need to pee" she said that comment turnt me on like nothing else, and i realized I had a chance to do something funny. "Me too" I responded and started to wiggle. (I didn't need to pee at all) we where about 5 minutes from home and she was looking like she was barely going to make it. And I continued acting like I was going to burst. As the cab arrived she rushed out and I was left behind to pay. I ran inside just in time to see her lock the bathroom door behind her. I knew I got a fantastic pout opportunity and knocked on the door yeeling. "Hurry up I'm going to myself" "can't you hold it for 2 minutes babe" she responded i smilied thinking what I was about to do and was already wet (not pee). As I stood outside the door I pushed and pushed, it took some effort since I wasn't desperate but after a few seconds I felt the warmth spread and the pee going down my pants. The door opened. "oh my gosh I'm so sorry honey, anything I can to to make it up" she said as she hugged me trying to avoid touching my wet pants. I asked her to join me in the shower where she ate me out, in seconds my legs started shaking and I orgasmed hard, right in her face as she knelled in front of me. Best sex ever ? Planning to repeat and pretend to have an accident in front of her soon.
  24. Ok so as this story is 100% made up I don't want to consider it much as fiction because it's a hot fantasy I hope I can make come true someday. I am single btw so my 'girlfriend' is a made up character in this story, but I am a drag queen in real life. I am out drinking with my girlfriend one cold winter night, dressed up in my female form, since she adores me as a woman and wanted to take her 'girlfriend' out. We come home later and get chilly from the cold outside. So we go cuddle up on my bed, while giving each other cute little kisses on our faces. Since we were both drunk this made us really kinky, so we get off the bed and she sits on some chair, grabs me and throws me down onto her lap, and starts making hard love with me. Now that i'm sitting upright I realize all this beer caught up with my bladder. I was bursting so I tell her to stop a minute so I can go pee, but she refused to let go of me and kept her arms wrapped around me, violently kissing me. A few minutes pass and I moan to her in my girly voice "babe i have to pee sooooo bad please let go of meee". She says giggling "nope... your not going anywhere!" and holds me down tighter. A few more minutes pass and I am now extremely desperate and start squirming in her arms trying to break free. I say again in my girly moan "mmmmm let goooo pleeeease why can't you just let me peeee I cant hold it anymore!" She says again giggling "you better hold it! I'm not letting you go till I feel like it!" Her resistence to let me go made me start dribbling in my panties. Moaning and squirming in her arms i said "noooo stoppp im about to peee myself! ooooohh im leaking!" But that only makes her squeeze me even tighter which made me leak even more. I keep whining like a girl and she kept giggling. She was incredibly aroused and amused by all of this. I end up getting so desperate I can't hold back the flow anymore and i burst into a full flood, soaking both of our leggings and crotch/butts, i was shrieking in relief while she moans in pleasure. I pee for 2 minutes full flow and emptied my entire bladder on her. Completely soaked she kisses me on the forehead, caresses my face and says "damn girl! You peed alot! That was impressive!" I blush so hard feeling so flattered. So she begins to strip me as im giggling, throws me onto the bed naked, takes off her wet clothes, puts on her strap-on dildo and penetrates me. I lay there wailing and screaming in pleasure which made her go even faster and harder. Then I hit climax and had the most intense P-Spot orgasm of my life! Then the next night, we did the same exact thing vice versa, giving her the payback she deserved!
  25. File Name: PissJP - Yuri dual bedwetting (No.1219) File Submitter: Kirito File Submitted: 15 Nov 2014 File Category: Panty Wetting For more PissJP clips, search using the tag here. This submission contains a photo set (the .zip archive) with 55 images along with the wetting video itself. Click here to download this file
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