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  1. I decided to pee in the shower tonight just before showering. Although you have to look carefully at the bottom of the picture you can see I'm enjoying a wee. I'll have to practice those sorts of photos more and see if I can make a better job of them!
  2. Just like the title asks! Do you mix your own wee with drinks? I know I do! I occasionally mix my wee with drinks for added flavour!
  3. (This is a newly written story which I’ve shared elsewhere too. Jonah Falcon is an American actor, perhaps best known for owning the world’s biggest functioning penis. Nine and a half inches long flaccid and thirteen and a half fully erect, with a girth of some eight inches, it is an impressive organ. Since coming to public attention in a big way in 1999, Jonah has undertaken numerous radio, television and online magazine interviews. Those interviews have, for entirely understandable reasons, focused in large measure on his sexual prowess and the challenges as well as opportunities which go with having a large penis in the bedroom. To the best of my knowledge Jonah has shared little of the urological implications of having such a large penis beyond the fact that he doesn’t use urinals and sits to pee when he has to. That is his right and prerogative. It has a flip side though to the extent that those who have an interest in the urological side will, in the absence of authoritative information, join up the dots in whatever way stacks up or makes sense to them. What follows is entirely a work of fiction although it contains some elements which have a basis in fact (no prizes for spotting them) a great deal of conjecture and a splash or two of ‘make believe.’ At present I don’t know whether or not any sequels will follow, but I hope you enjoy it.) Jonah Falcon jumped into the shower and, as soon as the water hit him, he began peeing, lashings of rich, copper coloured pee pouring out of his huge, thick cock, foaming as it hit the cubicle floor and mingling with shower water and the soapy lather generated by the gel as he generously rubbed himself with it. Ah what blessed relief it was too! That sheer relief was well justified because the last time he’d emptied his bladder had been eleven hours earlier, some three hours before adjourning to bed. Unlike the miserable, dutiful wees taken by a million or two other New Yorkers at this time of the morning for no better reason than that they didn’t want to get taken short on the Metro or in some broken office elevator, he was doing it simply because he needed and wanted to. Gradually the torrent pouring out of his penis subsided to a trickle and eventually stopped. It had been two minutes of utter bliss and he was sorry once it finally came to an end. Finishing his shower off, Jonah stepped out of the cubicle and towelled off. This morning he was in a reflective mood and, as he reached for his T-shirt and spandex pants, Jonah considered just how lucky he was to be a young, single man, free to pee as and when he wanted. Jonah’s rather chaotic upbringing meant that he’d missed out on the sort of systematic toilet training that was the lot, one could almost say the misfortune, of many people. No one had ever insisted that he go pee last thing before bed at night or first thing in the morning and he’d never been punished or scolded for a wet bed. As for the question of peeing before long journeys, it had always been left for him to decide. If he wanted to go he did, if he didn’t he didn’t. This carefree approach wasn’t without its hazards and, even now at twenty, there might be the very occasional pair of soaked pants or wet bed, but such incidents were certainly not frequent – or at the very least rare enough to cause him no great concern. Always a bit pee shy in public and certainly never one for urinals, Jonah had rather developed a habit of holding it. Living in New York maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing as genuine public bathrooms, that is ones not attached to bars, eateries or bookshops, were few and far between. Of the ones that existed, some were so bad that he regarded holding it as infinitely preferable to using them. If it would have done his employment prospects any good, Jonah could quite truthfully have put on his CV that he’d never needed a hall pass and, in fact, never even gone to the toilet at High School. Instead, he’d hold it all day, even on those cold winter mornings which challenged most people’s bladders. On more occasions than a few he was acutely aware of the chill air as it blew through his shorts on the games field, mercilessly tormenting both penis and bladder. Back home for three, he’d often still not pee until four or five. After all, a growing young man had other things to do with his penis during that first hour or two of afternoon leisure in his bedroom. Even when he stayed on to play basketball he’d change and go out to play without peeing, still making it through the game and somehow just lasting until he got home. Leon, his friend and a fellow basketball player, also frequently played on a full bladder but often wasn’t so lucky, soaking his shorts uncontrollably more times than a few. Things came to a head for Jonah when he was 18 and in his last year at school. One day some so called ‘mates’ bet him that he couldn’t drink four bottles of Diet Coke (2 litres in total) during the lunch recess and make it through the afternoon without peeing. In the event he had the last laugh, manfully holding all afternoon whilst they frantically dashed for the bathrooms between lessons. On that particular afternoon he did make a dash for the bathroom as soon as he got home, hot pee spurting into his pants before he could get them down. By the time he left school, Jonah’s holding abilities although not widely known, were certainly noticed by some, Jonah regretfully noting that they tended to be people who took what he regarded as a ‘dirty’ interest in such things. At that stage he was getting noticed far more widely, less for his pee holding abilities than the size of his cock which was considerable and produced a pronounced bulge in his pants wherever he went. In fact, the temptation to go out in pants which were a size or so too small for him, was sometimes more than he could resist. A further additional but unintended consequence of wearing flyless pants a size or two too small was that they meant bathroom visits were an even greater hassle than would otherwise be the case, so they incentivised pee holding even more. Girls naturally took an interest in him, although it was obvious that more often than not his cock was the main attraction. There were a few short relationships, some sex – some better than others, and some casual stands. Some girls were quite up for having a cock his size in their pussies. Others, initially enthusiastic, lost their enthusiasm as soon as he dropped his pants and they saw just how big it was. One girlfriend, Susan, had absolutely no fear of his cock and was more than up for it. What she did fear, though, was his bladder. It came as something of a shock to Jonah when she demanded that he had to pee before getting into bed with her. Being told he ‘had’ to pee was unchartered territory for Jonah and he resented it, particularly as he didn’t need to go at the time. His pleas of “But I don’t need to go” and “But I only went two hours ago” fell on deaf ears. Susan was quite implacable. Standing in Susan’s bathroom that first evening, Jonah felt an overwhelming sense of despair and gloom. He neither wanted nor needed to use the toilet. It was ten o’clock at night. Why the fuck would he want to pee at such an hour? Standing, in the vain hope of making some audible noise, he’d be lucky to pass a dessertspoonful of urine. Sitting, his preferred – indeed normal - posture and the one acknowledged by medical experts to be most efficient for emptying the male bladder, it might stretch to a tablespoonful – 15ml or so. With a urethra as long as his, and bladder so well practised at holding, neither was worth the effort. Frustrated by the sheer futility of attempting to give Susan the peace of mind she craved, Jonah spotted a plastic tumbler lurking behind the sink. Filling it as quietly as he could from the hot tap, Jonah them emptied the warm water slowly into the toilet to imitate a peeing sound, taking care to hold his cock so that the tip of his penis, particularly the meatus/ pee hole area was thoroughly soaked. Carefully replacing the beaker, Jonah flushed the toilet and washed his hands. As he climbed into bed with Susan, the end of his penis still wet with the warm water, he felt a quiet sense of satisfaction. He repeated this exercise every night he slept with Susan over the next four weeks. So far as she was concerned he’d done the wee she wanted him to and he got the sex he wanted too. It was only a small deceit and the wetness at the end of his penis each night surely convinced her that he’d peed. Doing a pretend wee in exchange for real sex, he felt that he’d really got the better side of the bargain. One night he went into the bathroom and there was no tumbler. Still convinced he could pull it off, Jonah quietly wet the end of his penis with warm water, taking the same meticulous care as usual, flushed the toilet and washed his hands. As he walked into the bedroom the wetness at the end of his penis glistened in the light. Susan peered up at him from above the duvet, a slightly accusing look in her eyes. “Jonah, you haven’t peed, have you? I didn’t hear you pee for a start.” Put on the spot, Jonah blushed slightly, but hoped he could somehow still get away with his little bit of play acting. “Yes, I have Susan, look. If you don’t believe me have a feel.” Susan reached out and felt the end of his cock. “That’s not pee. Jonah, as well you know. It’s water.” “Well there’s water in the bathroom – rather a lot of it in fact. Maybe it got splashed a bit when I was washing.” Susan’s patience all but deserted her. “Stop digging, Jonah. You were rumbled a fortnight ago. The bathroom door has got a keyhole you know. Very clever that trick with the tumbler. I decided to let you have the benefit of the doubt before removing it and see if you’d still try to trick me into believing you’d peed.” Jonah held his face in his hands. His little game, innocent enough and designed to meet both their needs, was up. “Look I’m really, really sorry, Susan. You’ve every right to be angry but I didn’t set out to deceive you for the sake of it. Look, I’ll tell it as it is. Nowadays, depending on what I’m doing I get to pee sometime between five and seven in an evening, by which time I’ve held for ten to twelve hours. I meet you at eight when you finish work and we get something to eat. We’re back here for nine thirty and you want to fuck at ten. There’s no way I can pee a meaningful amount so soon after the last one.” Susan gave him a hard look. “Most men can.” Jonah found himself on the defensive. “Well I’m not most men. Most men can’t hold the way I do. Look, if you want proof, here it is.” Jonah pointed his penis at Susan and strained. A teaspoon full of pee flew out of his penis and landed on the duvet before a second hit Susan in the right eye. “Oi. Stop that!” “Well you wanted proof and now you’ve got it. That’s how much pee you’ll get out of me three hours after I’ve been.” Susan wiped the pee out of her eye. “Okay Jonah. Point taken. Look you can have one last fuck tonight having proved you can pee after all. I think we should go our separate ways tomorrow though. Look, it’s not your fault, it’s me. I need a guy who can pee properly before sex.” “Why? If a guy’s hard he’s not going to piss in you.” Susan shook her head. “Jonah, you’ve not been around as long as I have. Take it from a woman – an older woman – that some of them can and do. I just need that bit of reassurance and if that means getting him to drain his main vein before business that’s the way it has to be. Look, come here. I’m not really cross – just disappointed. You’re a bloody good actor though. Why don’t you enrol at drama school?” Returning to the present, Jonah made his way into the kitchen and poured himself a large mug of milky coffee. It was a two-pint mug, one a friend had given him for Christmas. It was six months since he’d finished with Susan but he’d taken her advice and enrolled at drama school. It wasn’t so bad either. There were plenty of fit birds there and his package gained him a fair bit of attention. He’d always been interested in acting but Susan’s words had given him the final push he’d wanted. Furthermore, this afternoon they were doing some filming which included a pee scene and he’d been picked on, he guessed on account of his cock, to play the part of the guy who peed. He’d never peed for the camera before and hoped it would not only be a first but a last. No doubt there would be countless retakes with the director endlessly shouting “Cut.” Finishing his coffee, Jonah filled his water bottle and put it in his rucksack. Water was great for maintaining hydration but it was pretty useless as a diuretic – at least in his experience. No doubt he’d have an extra-large Starbucks at lunchtime and pick up a few cans of that new energy drink. He wanted to perform on cue, after all. THE END
  4. I have been in to pee since I was 4 and allowed and told by my mum to just wee in my speedo swim trunk on the beach. Then in my teens had fun wetting a tracksuit in the bath or if I was on my own in the garden which was fun and by this time had great sexual connotations for me! But this was all on my terms me planning and doing this in my own privacy. I had never had a genuine wetting accident in public in my life as an adult! And that's a different matter altogether from the above, as an adult man to wet ones pants is a deeply embarrassing nitemare. Well I had kept my pants dry until I was 25! 1983 was the year! To tell you more well OK, now it was a bitter cold early December Friday night! I felt on top of the world I was taking my new girl to my firms annual Christmas bash I had a very smart light grey Italian style 3 piece suit on this was the first time I had worn this it was not cheap and was so early 80's My new girl Emma, Em's for short was a real stunner her long golden hair with her wonderful body she was a make up artist and aerobics teacher and had been a dancer she had even appeared in a couple of pop videos of that era. I could not wait to walk in to the posh hotel arm in arm with Emma. I new the other lads would be so dead jealous. I was working as a junior site manager for a large construction firm, and having a ball of a time for a country boy living and working in London even if I shared a seedy flat with two other guys in Kilburn. Life was good. And even more so since Emma came in to my life late that summer in August time. She had said this weekend of the firms dinner why did not we go back to her own flat which she had brought in Barnet North London and spend the weekend there. We had been going out about 3 of months now to this point and had not slept together the chance or the time had never arisen so to speck and way back then 34 years ago things were slightly different she had been home with me to meet my parents and we had naturally had separate rooms and I had been down to Wales to meet her parents again we had separate rooms. That was quite the norm then. So I had been so looking forward to this whole weekend for ages. We met up in the lobby of the hotel that evening as I was coming in from Kilburn and Emma from Barnet. and we arrived amazingly almost at the same time and well Em's looked just stunning! We hugged and kissed it had been six long days since we had seen each other which seemed a life time. As she had been working in Manchester that week and had only arrived back in London mid afternoon. I felt a huge hard on in my new tight brief pants and quite tight suit trousers! I won't bore you with the details of the evening which was a typical firms dinner dance "Disco" of that period there were also a few speeches and awards handed out after the dinner and to my surprise I had won one for best new junior site management of a site of apartments in Limehouse! Could the evening get any better! Well at that point probably not! But little did I know at this point things were going to go all very wrong for me. But unbeknown to me a group of the younger guys on the firm had decided to get me pissed! I hardly drank. And boy they new that fact and I think when they saw me with Emma. Well this made them even more up for it! After the dinner was over people kept coming up to me congratulating me on the award I had received and bringing me a drink which I thought was just soft drinks. I have to say after about an hour I began to feel a little funny and kind of light headed! But it was hot and very noisy by this time with the disco in full swing! The only other time I had got really drunk was on my 17th birthday. It must have been another good hour or so I then began to feel not right at all I think by this time I was pretty drunk. And luckily I had just gone very quiet the last thing I really remember is saying to Emma I did not feel very well and wanted to go home. It was getting late anyway and we were relying on the underground so did not want to miss our last train to High Barnet. I had no been for a wee for ages and don't think I went for one before we left. I have no recollection of leaving and this is now what Emma told me there after! She new what the guys had done to me and was fuming and her main intention was to get me home safe back to her flat! As we had a long trip on the Northern Line Underground. I do just about recall coming out of the Hotel as we slipped away unnoticed I remember it was woefully cold outside I was not thankfully a rowdy drunk but more like a walking spaced out zombie by this time! Emma Had to keep tight hold of my hand and lead me We made the quick 4 stop ride on the Victoria Line from Green Park to Euston. From where we moved to the Northern line and had to wait for a train to go right to the end of the line at High Barnet Emma kept asking me if I was OK. I think she was dreading me being sick. Me not being use to drink or alcohol she had found an old Coop plastic carrier bag in her hand bag and had it ready in her pocket should I give any signs I was going to suddenly throw up! Apparently when we got on the Northern line train it was quiet being late it was one of the old 1938 stock still running back then in the 1980's where you had two rows of seats facing each other, we were the only ones who boarded this carriage at Euston there was one other person already in the carriage right down the other end. It was at this point that apparently I started to say that my willy needed to do a wee-wee badly. In my slurred zombie state. Emma gripped my hand tight and told me like a mum to a toddler that I would have to hold on to my wee and wait till we got home trouble was we had about another 25 min's ride on this train then a 15 min's walk from the Station to Em's flat. I must have been busting by this time with my bladder going in to over drive. As I had been drinking large glasses of what I thought was soft drinks which they were but spiked with some sort of Vodka or some strong alcohol! And I had not been for a wee for ages the last time I went was after the dinner before the disco started. I said in another post here I have always been a leaker! If my bladder gets to full I start leaking spurts out. I have no idea when this started but as we pulled in to High Barnet tube station Em's said come on time to get off as I got up out the seat there was a large damp patch on the seat and the bum of my lovely new suit trousers were wet with my piss! Sorry London Underground. I don't condone anyone peeing on your seats this really was a genuine accident on my part. And well in just a few more short years these very old trains were taken out of service anyway. There were quite a few people about so they must have seen me and realised I had wet my pants a bit! My willy must have been pointing down as like I say my bum was very damp. Things were just about to get a whole lot worse. There is a footpath thorough some dense trees which links the Station to a road called the Meadway a road in Barnet which we needed to get on to. Now this path is well lit at night and there was still a few people about some waiting for lifts or taxis outside the station we went off down this path way with Em's still holding my hand! Now with the cold night air coupled with the total over fullness of my aching bladder and plus being totally blotto drunk as I was. I was stuffed and half way along this wooded path right by a street lamp I stopped and just felt that hot wetness start in my pants yet this time it was even more intense That's all I remember of that part. Em's said I started to cry and just stood there legs apart and totally lost control of my bladder and pissed my pants suit trousers plus I had my expensive hand made Churches brogue lace up boots But even worse to stand and piss yourself in front of your new girlfriend. Em's told me she just stood and watched and held my hand to comfort me and told me it did not matter and we soon get you cleaned up when home! By time I had done there was a huge steaming pool of my hot wee-wee on the tarmac path my trousers were totally pee drenched and so sodden. My expensive brown low brogue boots squelched with my piss as I walked. By the time we got to Em's front door I was shivering with cold my sodden trousers felt so wet and cold and clammy and smelt of dusky man piss by now, there again this is Em's account as I can't remember much at all!.could barely stand up. She undressed me out of my wet pee-pee sodden cloths in her kitchen she had a shower room off her bedroom but sat me naked on one of her plastic kitchen chairs and proceeded to strip off her self she realised there was no way she could leave me or let me go in shower on my own in the state I was I could barely stand she soon just stood in just her brief white cotton bikini style panties her luscious 34DD tits with there nipples hard stood out. O dear here I was naked with the girl I loved for the first time yet I don't remember a thing about it! She took me holding my hand to the shower and slipped her panties down revelling her neatly trimmed gorgeous pussy. Course what did I do as soon as we were in the shower cubical I proceeded to do another long hot spurty piss out my un cut cock all over Em's legs and pussy. Well to cut a long story short after are shower where she washed me all down she then dried me off and found one of her big baggy T shirts and put that on me and basically tucked me up in her bed she later told me she cuddled up alongside me in bed ironic again the first time we shared a bed together I remember nothing of it. We cut to the morning I was awoken by something thudding through the letter box it was the post and when I came to I wondered where the hell I was! As naturally I did not recognise the room or have at this point any recollections of how I got here or even where I was. At least I was not hung over mind I felt a little wobbly and my mouth felt so very dry and my bladder was busting full of wee but the bed was thankfully bone dry! I got out of bed and my first course of action was to find a toilet or something to piss in quickly. I was having to hold my willy now as I was full to bursting point. I tried a few doors and in the end found a loo I decided it was a safer option to sit down As I sat peeing noisily doing a strong splashy stream bits of the night before came back to me and I was horrified as I vaguely remembered peeing my self in front of Em's. OMG! I thought I have blown this. After I had finished my long pee and washed my hand and face and I was slowly coming back to life. And more odd bits of the night before would flash back to me. Which made tummy churn over even more. I went in to the small kitchen and saw there was a note left by Em's she use to help out a local riding school at the pony club on Saturdays morning when she could it came back to me that she had told me she was going this week she use to have her own horses and was mad keen so loved getting involved and helping with this! She had left me another T shirt out and some of her jogging pants she was a tall girl and we were both slim so she new they would fit me OK. I picked them up off the table they were so soft and smelt of my beloved Emma Or Em's as I use to call her I was by now so upset and worried and just thought I had blown are wonderful loving friendship. With my antics of the night before. I think deep down I just felt so embarrassed as well. I thought I better leave her flat the jogging pants were kind of boot cut so kind of tight round my hips and upper legs but hey this is / was 1983 cosmopolitan London where anything goes! I found my suit jacket a which had my wallet keys etc and my pee soaked boots borrowed some of Em's white socks funny enough the grey suit jacket kind of went OK with the jog bottoms. My boots still smelt of dusky man piss! And were damp but needs must. I scribbled a note to Em's saying how sorry I was to F--k it all like I had done and I was so so sorry for last night. And set off back to my flat in Kilburn. On the way I past a flower shop in Barnet High street I called in and arranged for some flowers to be sent later that day to Em's in apologies of the night before! I was soon back in my own seedy flat the other guys and all gone home for the weekend so at least I had the place to myself I got changed in to my Ron Hill Tracksters and decided to go out for a run to try to clear my head and get my head around what had happened and make some sense of it all if I could. By this time I was on my little run I was so hungry. We used to go to Greek Joe's cafe a couple of streets away from our flat he did great chips and I just fancied some of his chips and crispy chicken I did not even go back and shower but jogged round to Joe's Cafe where as always I was greeted with a hug from Joe! I need comfort food Joe and order some of his fresh cooked chicken and chips! This was long before mobile phones text and emails and alike! I looked at my watch and new Em's would have been home an hour or more now from the pony club. It was not long before Joe brought me the plate full of fresh cooked chicken and chips! I was sitting round a little alcove with my back to the door. I heard the door go a few times well it was now lunch time but Joe's cafe was normally quiet on Saturdays. The next moment I heard a girl sobbing and crying nothing new the locals like sharing their troubles with Joe! The next moment to my utter surprise there stood Em's by my little table still in her very tight jodhpurs and full black riding boots tears running down her cheeks. I stood up and she just hugged me so tight and through her tears told me she loved me so deeply and it did not matter a F**k what had happened the night before she said you were cruelly set up by those Bastards who you work with anyway. We kissed passionately and a little round of applause went Joe's cafe. There is a part 2 if any one is interested this is all very true I have to say and YES it did really happen. Much as written down here.
  5. I had a very interesting very true! Full on encounter and experience early the other morning! I cycle along a little used cycle path early! Well its now light here in the UK soon after 5 am now its late spring this path I use which is a proper cycle path is more used later in the day by dog walkers and joggers! This happened a couple of weeks ago! It was a lovely clear blue early morning sky around 6 am as I cycled along and about half way on this 5 mile route I take to get to work, the path suddenly has a sharp right hand turn where narrow's and it runs through a coppice of tree's well its almost a small wood the path narrows at this point as I came round the sharp bend I had to break quickly as I had the shock of my life! As there was a very attractive woman I would say late 20's or early 30's her running tights and rolled up white panties where round ankles and laying on her flash pink Nike trainers which came out well on to the path meaning I could not get past! Her naked bum was pushed against a small Ash tree right on the edge of the path and as she hovered in this kind of semi squat position! There was a steaming gushing cascade of pee hissing out of her pussy it had been a cold night for the time of year and her warm piss steamed as it came out and hit the path and grass on the edge of the path! I did not know where to look! I'm sure I did a double take and for a few moments I was mesmerized by her cascading torrent coming from her shaved pussy! I apologised but she just giggled and said O its not your fault! She just chatted away as if this was the norm! She told me she was in training for a local Breast Cancer aware run! And she had not got the hang of this hydration thingy saying she was drinking to much water before she set of and whilst's running! She was still doing a full on hiss as she continued and said she had got to this point on the path and it was either squat and wee or wet her tights there and then! Its just as simple as that she said calmly, she was not in the least embarrassed or fazed or it seemed that way . I had to wait for her to finish and like I say she chatted openly I sneaked a few more glances at this glorious early morning sight! She was now about all done and a few log spurts jetted out as she pushed her bladder empty is was at this point she let a huge whooshy long parppy fart go as well! Which would have woken all the late up birds roosting in the little wood!!! Which made her giggle and she said. O the relief that feels so much better! As she pulled her panties up and then her tight black and pink Lycra running tights up! By this time I could get passed her so quickly I bid her fare well she apologised again for holding me up! No worries I said with a smile! I just wish I was held up every morning like this! I have seen her once more jogging in the distance! It was the fact she did not bat an eye lid about me being there most women would have pulled there panties and run tights up in all in very quick haste had they been in that situation but not this woman. I do wonder if it kind of gave her a bit of a thrill having a man there! Or maybe as she said there was no option it was either stop and wee or wee herself! Who knows a! But it made my day well my week really it was all so surreally ! All in such a clam way! Kev.
  6. Look what happened on the walk home View File I have to walk a long walk when I walk home, this time my knee had stuffed itself and it was a long uphill walk. Submitter AmeliaWetGirl Submitted 05/20/2016 Category Shorts Wetting
  7. So the other day i was catching the bus home, because i have to run for my bus daily, there is no time for toilet breaks. I got on the bus and i felt fine, but I swear i have incontinence. I had been on there for a good ten minutes then i felt the need. This was not the first time i had needed to go on the bus but I was still concerned. I had no way of telling how long i had n]before i needed to go because my brain doesn't like to tell me. It had been about thirty seconds and then I fully wet myself. I had no issue with this because I love the warmth but it was still on the bus seat. I try to wear skirts to school so that if the time calls and it happens, it isn't as noticeable. Along with that I always wear bike shorts or shorts on underneath. When I sit down i make sure that it is always only my shorts touching the seat so if a time like the other day. I can conceal it. How about you? Have any of you wet yourselves on a bus seat before? How can I stop this? And before any of you tell me to see a doctor, I don't want to. I like wetting myself.
  8. Hi Guys, Been here a while and felt like i should finally contribute something ! I Recently acquired a custom made video from "http://www.ExtraLunchMoney.com " from an Australian User She undertakes a holding challenge after drinking water throughout the day, culminating in this video. It is 20 minutes long and starts off a little slow but worth the watch for the great latter parts of the video! **Contains Nudity in the last 5 minutes of the video** **Warning for those with slow connection, this is an incredibly large file** (This is how it was given to me and I have Zero editing skills to adjust the file size, perhaps someone else can help?) The file can be obtained via this link: https://mega.co.nz/#!OUEBiahT!SYedwgrrfxH9zN6hW1zu1gNLJhwSgyA0vlTmRxTmGP0 Enjoy!
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