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  1. I found this on VK: She wets her jeans while he's grabbing her crotch and reaching into her pants to feel her wet panties. At the end of the video she licks his wet hand. Seems to be an amateur couple and somehow I thought it was pretty hot... wetting grab crotch.mp4
  2. ssjammerz

    malefemale Cycling wetting 37

    I had a large orange juice from Jamba Juice (27 fl oz) for lunch and was holding it until it got sunny and warm enough to ride. Unfortunately, I was already on a 8 out of 10 when I left my house to go cycling today. It hurt a lot and I was definitely moaning and groaning quite a bit because my bladder was aching. When I finally found a spot suitable to do a wetting, it felt like sharp needles poking into my bladder as I sat down and crunched my bladder! Again, I'm usually quite reserved when I do a wetting but the relief was too overwhelming for me to control as I wet myself the first time. I was a bit bummed out because I didn't prep it as good as I could have, but that's okay--I had enough replenished to do a re-wetting. Unfortunately I have to break the files into two posts--the first file reached the max limit. cyc37a.wmv
  3. PsN3rd

    Surprise Yard Work

    Hey everyone, it's been a while since I've been active, so I thought I'd share an experience from a couple years ago. My writing has gone downhill over the past little while, but bear with me and maybe you'll still enjoy the story. So, I'm a dude, I was 28ish when this happened. I'm short, and at the time, I was pretty overweight unfortunately. I've recently lost a lot of weight, but that's a different story. So, I still live at home with my parents due to poor decisions right out of high school. No college for me, I helped put my ex through college, poor spending habits, then I finally went to college, and my parents are far too nice to let me stay home for so long. I'm really lucky, but I kind of hate living at home for so long all at the same time. Anyway, I still do what I can to help out around the house and pay for bills like electricity and stuff so that I'm not just a total freeloader. One day, my dad hacked down a tree that was right up against our house. It was causing some foundation issues and it was killing our siding, so we decided it had to go. My dad got the chainsaw and cut the tree into manageable pieces and just left the pile of wood right in the yard by the house. For days, this mutilated tree sat there, and my dad seemed to refuse to do anything about it. I kind of hate seeing the yard looking unkempt, so while my mom and dad were both at work, I decided to surprise them with a bit of yard work. I donned a pair of gym shorts, sandals, a T-shirt, and a hoodie, and then got to work. Right around the time that I did this, my heart had given me some issues, so I was trying to get healthier. I was chugging water like crazy all day and then all the while I was outside cleaning my dad's mess. I started right as the sun was setting (it was Autumn, so it was getting darker earlier), and wound up working well into the dark. I was almost done when I realized I had a pretty strong urge to pee. Earlier in the night, I felt like I could've relieved myself, but I was far too intent on moving this tree to a nearby brush pile. I probably hadn't noticed my increasingly desperate situation because I was lugging giant pieces of a tree onto a brush pile about fifty feet away, and I was really moving. I was pulling the last (and biggest branch) down through the yard when I felt a leak. As a dude, we don't really leak a lot (at least I don't), but for me, I just kind of hit a point where I start to go. Like, if I'm holding it for a long time, and I hit a certain point where my muscles just don't feel like holding on, I stop holding and I start peeing effortlessly. Well, that's what happened. I didn't want to completely soak my shorts, in fact, I hadn't even planned to wet myself in the first place. I was just so set on cleaning this damn tree, that peeing became a lot less important. By the time I dragged the last branch to the wood pile, I had leaked one more time. I dropped the tree and hunched over holding my dick in a handful of wet shorts and boxer briefs. I was ready to toss this branch to the top of the pile the best I could. Remembering some hammer-throwing and shotput stuff from high school track, I squatted down, grabbed onto the tree, and tried lifting with my legs to get it up into the air. Right at that moment, a nice stream of pee shot into my shorts and down my leg. I could tell my face was red, and I was pretty turned on by the idea of legitimately "accidentally" peeing myself. By this point, it was dark outside, so none of my neighbors could see me, so I just kept working with a huge wet spot on my shorts. After swinging part of the branch onto the pile, I stood for a second, caught my breath from throwing that giant hunk of wood, and relaxed my bladder a bit more. This time, I let a nice ten second stream of pee flow down my legs. The hiss of the stream hitting my shorts was hot, and the pee was nice and warm on this cool Fall night. I stopped the flow, and walked to my garage to put my tools away and feed our pet cat. The whole walk up to the garage was nothing but short streams of pee shooting into my shorts. By now, my boxer briefs and shorts were both dripping with pee, and my job was done. I went in to feed my cat, and I was still letting out spurts into my shorts. Finally, after I was all done with my job and feeding my cat, I got to the back porch, took off my shoes, socks, and shorts, and took them inside to throw them into the washer, and I got a shower, emptying the rest of my bladder in the bathtub. This was by far one of my favorite wetting experiences, even though it was fairly tame. There was no way anyone could see, and I was home alone, but it was still a lot of fun! I hope you enjoyed the story, I'll try to remember more and post them as soon as I can!
  4. Fairy Princess

    Desperate Pull-up Accident

    Just me whimpering like a pathetic toddler and wetting my Minnie Mouse pull-up in the floor. I leak and make a puddle. ☺️ 1F9D8F7A-6A79-478C-B2DB-BE74CC3DDD04.MOV
  5. Out of curiosity I'm wondering if there are people who will draw Omorashi or ABDL art and can do any gender, fandom, species, etc. I have a few of my favorite characters that I would love to see art of below: If you have seen my posts it's obvious that I LOVE Cuphead. Beppi The Clown and Baroness Von Bon Bon are my most favorite bosses, and tbh they should have more art even though they look a bit strange. Beppi Baroness I'm also in love with this guy lately: Sure he seems like a very unexpected prey and he's a bit creepy but I've actually been fantasizing about the original animated version of Genie all because of one scene. I would really love to see ABDL art of him, but regular omorashi would be great too, of course in his legs form like the screenshots above. Sorry if you guys don't want to draw any of them it's just that I like really weird characters.
  6. Alisha does such a good job resisting the urge to pee herself while being tickled that Olivia gives her a special, sexy, reward in this video. As you may already know, if you are familiar with her videos, Alisha is extremely, incredibly, ticklish. So ticklish, in fact, that only about a minute of tickling is usually more than enough to open up the floodgates and cause her to soak herself. Feeling sympathy for Alisha, Olivia decides to help her out by training her not to pee herself every time she gets tickled. Alisha goes along with this training but is apprehensive about its chances of success. In this scene, we get to watch as Olivia attempts to help Alisha withstand tickling without peeing herself. With an absorbent pad on the floor just in case, Olivia tickles Alisha mercilessly while Alisha simply tries not to pee herself. Alisha does a good job holding things in, but in the end, this is still Alisha we are talking about. Ultimately she ends up soaking her leggings, but she held on for a good solid couple of minutes first, a major improvement. To reward Alisha for doing such a good job, Olivia decides to perform oral sex on her. After helping Alisha out of her dripping wet leggings, we get to watch as Olivia goes down on Alisha on the kitchen floor. Already in a heightened state of arousal from wetting herself, it doesn’t take Alisha too long to climax under Olivia’s expert touch.
  7. ssjammerz

    malefemale Cycling wetting 36

    Wearing the first pair of cycling shorts I ever bought and finally "breaking" them in. Too bad Nike doesn't do cycling apparel anymore, so I'll have to wet this one sparingly. Anyway, enjoy! cyc36.wmv
  8. You wake up in the night with partially soaked sheets. You've woken up in the middle of a bedwetting. You manage to stop the flow, but your bladder is still very full. You strip off your pajama pants as they dig into your full bladder. Next, you: a. continue wetting the bed, no point moving if you'll have to clean it anyway. b. get out of the bed and go into the hall, looking for a bathroom of some kind. c. get out of bed and wet the floor d. stay in bed and frantically hold yourself. e. bring your sheets to the laundry, wash them, and piss yourself. f. bring your sheets to the laundry, wash them, and use the toilet.
  9. This morning I had the apartment all to myself - my wife left for work and I had a day off. As some of you may know from my previous posts I told her about my love for peeing and sometimes we incorporate it into our sex life - but honestly I've never told her about my wetting fantasies. So after she left I dozed for another hour or so - and then decided to be a little naughty today. Usually the first thing I do in the morning is go to the toilet, then make myself a nice pot of black tea to start the day. Well, today I skipped the toilet... So after making tea I instantly went to my PC to check stuff - mails first, then news, then non-sex-related forums I visit frequently. After 30 minutes - I had just finished my second cup of tea - I started looking for adult clips and downloaded some that I wanted to watch later. Somehow this got me even hornier. I slowly felt my bladder fill up, but I was still rather comfortable. I left my PC and started to do some stuff in the apartment. Of course since I had a day off and the wife was at work, I couldn't just do pervy things, it was also my turn for the household chores. These took me another 30 minutes and by the time I was done, the pot was empty. I had just drunk 1.5 liters of black tea within an hour after skipping my morning toilet. My bladder started to pinch. Now if you expect a long desperation session I have to disappoint you - I can be a bit playful about it, but I get uncomfortable rather quickly and in the end it's the wetting itself that I like the most. Also I was wearing some rather tight grey jeans pushing on my bladder, that wasn't exactly helping either. So I quickly got into the bathtub (didn't want to make a mess on the floor) and this time I decided to be brave and share it with you - so I brought my phone and started recording. Isn't it funny how, even feeling really urgent to go, it usually takes a while to overcome your childhood potty training and pee into your clothes? Despite my need it took me 30 seconds before I could finally start to release, but then I was really able to enjoy it and I went for quite a while. I joyfully watched my jeans get damp and embraced the feeling of warmth and stickiness. Afterwards I snapped a few pictures of the result, threw the wet clothes into the laundry and took my first shower of the day. Being nice and clean again, I returned to my PC, transferred the files from my phone and watched the video, a little disappointed. It didn't look quite as good as I had hoped - it's not easy to film yourself wetting, trying not to give away your identity. At least the pictures are decent in my opinion, so I will post them - I know that some of you are into male stuff too! It didn't take long before I noticed that the caffeine was still doing its work - and I realized the naughty morning was far from over. But I'll leave that for later - if you want more.
  10. This was a request from Livinginfinite that took me entirely too long to complete. But, at long last, here is some omo of the best girl from Fullmetal Alchemist. Hope you guys enjoy! Prologue If General Olivier Mira Armstrong had learned anything over her years spent serving at Fort Briggs, it was that nothing- not guns, not bombs, not numbers- nothing was as crucial to winning a war as morale. Her soldiers’ willingness to fight, their bravery to march into the fires of warfare, these were the things that permitted victory. If these soldiers could only soil themselves and surrender, then all the guns, bombs, and strategies in the world couldn’t help them. It was for this exact reason that Olivier had to keep her own accidents a secret. After all, if the soldiers saw her spraying piss down her legs when they came under fire, or messily filling her panties with her own shit when they were ambushed, it would devastate their morale. This rather embarrassing secret all began some time ago. Being the overseer of Fort Briggs, the enormous military garrison tasked with defending the icy northern border of Amestris from its warlike neighbor, Drachma, was no small or simple task. While Olivier was certainly up to the task, she wasn’t invincible. Slowly but surely, the stress and fatigue of the job began to wear on her, until the night were it’d be fair to say it all started. She’d wet the bed. Her. Olivier, the fierce defender of Fort Briggs, had really, truly urinated on herself in her sleep. All because of a bad dream. A grown woman, the general of a deadly army, woke up encircled by a yellow stain of her own making. In all her life, she’d never truly felt shame and confusion of such a caliber. But it had only just begun. Waking up to soaked sheets became a weekly occurrence. It came to a head after a very disturbing nightmare. She’d dreamt of a surprise invasion. Drachma came in the night, while they weren’t ready. The fortress fell, the soldiers inside perished, and it had been because she wasn’t ready for it. The nightmare had been harrowing. Olivier, as she expected, awoke to the wet and warm sensation of pissing her panties. A sensation that had, regrettably, become familiar. However, a foul scent lingered in the air, and the muddy, squishy feeling beneath her was not the same as a wet mattress. She stood up to inspect herself, and confirmed her worst fears: she had soiled herself in her sleep. In the middle of the yellow stain on her sheets was a brown one, and a flattened bulge rested in the rear of her underwear. That had been the final straw for her, and she resigned herself to wearing diapers to bed after that. Of course, as stated, this was only the beginning. The rest of her story is better told through the General’s own perspective… Part 1 The contents of a number of Olivier’s nightmares had come to life today. While she and a small detachment of troops were away from the fortress, an attack had come. Olivier and her troops took shelter in a small, old bunker. The sounds of distant gunfire and artillery penetrated through the thick walls of the structure. Drachma… She thought with great contempt. Amestris’ northerly neighbor had always been an aggressive and imperialistic nation. Since Amestris’ founding, Drachma had labored incessantly to conquer them. Thanks to her efforts, though, every attack had failed. They must have learned that she wasn’t there to command her forces, and thought it was an ideal time to strike. How they learned that, she had no idea. A spy, perhaps. “Is the radio operational, yet?” She demanded from one of her technicians, who was furiously attempting to make some repairs on the bunker’s long-broken radio. “N-not yet, sir! Working on it!” The young soldier replied, stammering lightly. “Damn it all!” She swore, banging her fist on the table. The earth shook violently for a moment, and a thunderous sound filled the air, startling everyone. The artillery barrages were getting dangerously close to their position. A bunker this old and weathered wouldn’t last more than a few seconds under such heavy fire. The radio was certainly not working, and the bunker honestly left them just as vulnerable as if they were out in the open. There were no choices left. “Everyone!” Olivier shouted with her powerful voice, “Drop anything that isn’t essential, and prepare to leave! We’re returning to Briggs!” A chorus of men voicing their disbelief and disapproval greeted her. The general gritted her teeth and shouted, “Quiet, all of you!” As much as they didn’t want to go through with her plan, no one dared to speak after Olivier Armstrong told them to be quiet. As if to accentuate what she was about to say, another volley of artillery fire shook the earth, even closer this time. “That will reach us before long. There are paths we can take through the hills that will offer cover and mask our positions. We’re needed at the fort, and that’s where we’re go-” Her command was cut off as an artillery shell impacted the bunker. The thunder, once distant, was now deafening. The only things that broke through the wall of sound it created were the terrified shrieks of the bunker’s inhabitants. Though Olivier stood her ground longer than everyone else present, the shockwave it produced knocked everybody to the ground, even her. She was closer to the ordinance than anyone, and she certainly paid the price for it. She thought the heat was going to burn her alive, and had she been much closer, it certainly would have. Shrapnel and debris were launched in all directions, and Olivier felt the metal shards biting into what felt like every inch of her body. Perhaps it was the fear, the pain, or simply the shock of what happened that caused it, but Olivier had totally lost control of her bowels during the blast. It had probably even made quite a loud sound, but simply couldn’t compete. At almost the exact second the shell hit, she expelled a large quantity of waste into her white panties. It was soft and wet, and collected into a ball just behind her thighs. As she attempted to stand her ground against the force of the explosion, far more mess found its way out, and the seat of her panties filled very suddenly with her waste. Like the first release, it was wet, and she did notice some of the mess beginning to run down her thighs. When, at last, the explosion knocked her off of her feet, she landed on her back, her release getting flattened underneath her. As much as the general wished she could rest there, she knew that she had no such luxury. She grabbed her sword that had been dislodged by the blast, and used it like a can to pick herself up. As fast on the uptake as Olivier was, she quickly assessed the situation, and had a feeling that her men would be less hesitant to evacuate the bunker, now that over half of it was gone. It turns out that the decrepit old thing couldn’t even take a single shell without collapsing. A gaping hole provided them a view of the snow-blanketed warzone outside. It also only took Olivier a second to notice just how badly she’d filled her pants. She could feel her panties sagging under the weight, and knew that there must be a somewhat conspicuous bulge, even in the very baggy pants Amestrian soldiers wore. She cringed in disgust for a moment as she felt some of the mess still creeping slowly down her thighs, but quickly swallowed her emotions. This was no time to have a breakdown. Besides, she was far from the only one to have soiled themselves. Even a cursory glance around the room revealed a number of soldiers sitting in puddles (some even still making them) and plenty clutching at bulges on their backsides. “Anyone still want to stay put?!” She shouted. She was not met with any resistance, this time. “Then get moving!!” Everyone forgetting the states of their clothes, or their wounds or disorientation, they got up, grabbed their gear, and made for the back exit. Once the last of the soldiers had made for the door, Olivier herself followed suit. A stab of pain stopped her in her tracks. She tasted something metallic. Blood, she thought, being very familiar with the taste. Looking down, she noticed a slowly spreading red stain on her abdomen. Must’ve been the damn shrapnel. It would have to wait. The fort wasn’t too far away, and she could be more properly treated there. ------------------------------------------------------------- By the time they had reached the fort, Oliver was covered in so many cuts, bruises, stains, and other damages that the large, brown discoloration on her rear just looked like another dirt smear. While there was certainly nobody in the entire Northern region with the balls to comment on General Armstrong having an accident, she was still relieved that nobody would have cause to even think as much. The soldiers who had returned with her were rushed either to the medical bay or to their battlestations. Despite everyone’s insistence that she join the wounded for treatment, Olivier had gone to the top of the fortress to oversee the defense. The mess pressing against her rear had long since turned cold, bitterly reminding her of her lapse in control with every step she took. She reached the ramparts, where her snipers and artillery were hard at work repelling the invasion force. The soldiers were elated to have their general back, her mere presence galvanizing them to fight much harder. She issued commands to her soldiers, but it wasn’t truly that necessary; she’d already trained and conditioned her men to be killing machines, and it showed. Within hours, the Drachman army was soundly obliterated. What caught her by surprise, however, was the hot sting of liquid coursing down her legs near the end of the battle. She had pissed herself. But why? She wasn’t afraid, she wasn’t being attacked directly; her bladder just… let go. Streams of hot urine soaked her panties, and ran down her legs. She was once again very grateful she was covered in so much dirt and grime that the stains weren’t identifiable as her piss and shit. … At least, she hoped they weren’t. ------------------------------------------------------------- The news that the doctor gave her was unpleasant, but undeniable: the shrapnel that riddled her body during the explosion had damaged some of her organs, and severely diminished her continence. Pragmatic as she was, Olivier swallowed her pride, and asked what needed to be asked. “Is this permanent?” “Most likely,” The doctor began, “But, the way medicine and alchemy advance, maybe not. It’s certainly possible that either science could advance enough to mend your body.” “But you’re telling me that for the foreseeable future-” “That it’s either diapers or a lot of laundry for you.” Olivier gritted her teeth and sighed. She had been lucky enough that her accidents today were relatively inconspicuous. She knew that she couldn’t be lucky every day. Her soldiers depended on her, they relied on her, and it would be pretty hard for them to have faith in her if they constantly saw her wetting and soiling herself. She hated that it had come to this, but if this was what it took to keep the north in line, then it was what she would do. Part 2 Waking up to a wet, and occasionally even a full diaper had become a common occurrence for Olivier. She had long since become accustomed to nighttime accidents, since they had begun even before her injuries, and they no longer bothered her very much. What did bother her were her other accidents. ------------------------------------------------------------- Olivier and a number of officers of Fort Briggs had gathered to discuss their defensive strategies and changes to their patrol routes in light of the recent attack. In the middle of laying out the new tactics, Olivier’s weakened hold on her bladder failed, and she flooded her diaper. The hot wetness collected around her groin, and then saturated the fabric near her butt, bathing her privates in sickly warmth. The diaper swelled up between her legs. The others in attendance might’ve noticed their general’s scowl deepen slightly, but she managed to keep her reaction minimal. The meeting was adjourned, and Olivier headed back to her quarters to change. On the way back, she noticed a weight in her abdomen, and could feel her body already struggling to keep it in. Her room was still several minutes away. She growled in angry resignation, and stopped holding back. With a slight push, her mess came right out of her. With a disgusting squish, she felt the warm, soft mush press against her backside. The rest of the walk back was nerve-wracking, walking by many soldiers and officers, any one of whom could’ve noticed the foul smell the general left behind her. There had already been a rumor or two that Olivier had shit her pants during the attack, but at least that was an appropriate time to shit your pants. She would be beside herself with fury if word spread that the general could not even endure a simple meeting without going on herself. ------------------------------------------------------------- A couple days later, Oliver and some other officers had decided to inspect a number of their storage facilities in the fort. The plan was twofold: to ensure that they were well-stocked for another attack, and to search for signs of sabotage. Olivier was still confident that Briggs had been infiltrated by an enemy agent, and she wouldn’t rest until she knew for sure. One site in particular was suspicious given that it was largely avoided by most of the staff. It was presumed empty, and some structural instabilities left it unfit to be used for storing anything important. Away from everyone’s sight as it was, it would’ve made an ideal hiding place for a spy. A couple soldiers stood on either side of the general while another worked on opening the gate, which was rusted and difficult to move. With an ear-grating screech, the door slid upwards, dropping flakes of rust as it went. Inside were only old, broken boxes and some long-rotted food. The three soldiers moved inside, but provoked something as they did. Squeaks and squeals filled the air as a small family of rats rushed from the boxes, and scurried by Olivier’s feet. Having expected to encounter a spy, and having been prepared to fight him to the death, Olivier was already prepared to jump into action. It appeared her body was, as well. No sooner had the rats scurried away than Olivier noticed the small amount of shit she’d released into her diaper, or the still collecting warmth of her urine soaking into it. Have I really gotten so soft? She thought. “Sir! The storage unit is completely empty!” One of her soldiers reported. “Good. Keep searching inside for any signs of someone having been there. I’ll go check the other units.” “Yes, sir!” They replied in unison. None of them were privy to the fact that Olivier was still pissing herself as she gave them their orders. She left them to their search, and ventured towards the next storage unit, where a search would already be underway. As was often the case, she greatly wished she could go and change, but her duty meant she would have to stay in her soiled undergarments for a while longer. Approaching the next storage unit, one of the soldiers inside jumped at something, accidentally firing his pistol into the wall of the structure. Hearing the bang, Olivier quickly drew her sword, but as she quickened her pace, she noticed that the quantity of shit in her diaper had increased greatly, and was still doing so. Her bladder had even found new urine to expel. Still wetting her soiling herself, she moved inside the small warehouse, only to find that it was nothing more than one of the rats from the other storage site that had wandered in during the search. Perhaps she was being paranoid, and the attack had simply come at an inopportune time. Either way, it had been totally ineffective. ------------------------------------------------------------- Such incidents became commonplace for the unfortunate general. But, while rumors circulated about her tendencies to have accidents, the stories that more commonly got passed around were of the invincible woman who withstood an artillery barrage without a scratch, while her soldiers shit themselves behind her. While Olivier certainly preferred that version of the story, she was never one to judge her subordinates on their control, especially considering her condition. Greater than any military information, Olivier’s incontinence had somehow become Briggs’ best kept secret.
  11. Rvlis

    Beach Day

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Once again, poor Ritz has been yanked outta the house before he could take a proper potty break. After spending a carride trying to keep his swimsuit dry, he realized they had parked so far from the toilets.... He could either risk an accident, and try and get to the potties, or relief himself in the sea... It didn't take long for his aching bladder to decide using the toilet was not the smart move here and wade into the water to do his business~
  12. View File Recent Diaper and Pullup Video Discoveries I've stumbled across these recently and wanted to share. Sources are mostly Tumblr and Pornhub (the Japanese page which has different stuff!). Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/17/2019 Category Diapers and ageplay  
  13. Does anyone have any information about these? I'd love to know the story as these are very sexy. A video would be the icing on the cake. ?
  14. Hey everyone! So this challenge was a request of mine. The one who requested wishes to stay anonymous but I hope you all enjoy! If anyone else has any requests of something they'd like to see from me, shoot me a message! So lets get started with the rules now shall we? We shall! This request consists of 6 challenges. Or tasks. I must continue to either the end of all six challenges or I wet myself either or. Starting out I also must be extremely desperate to the point where I can't help but hold myself. I'll list off the tasks below in order! I also had to drink at least 8 ounces between each one. 1. Stand with legs apart and slowly take away your hand from holding yourself. Do this for thirty seconds. 2. Do twenty jumping jacks and three pushups without holding yourself 3. Lie on your stomach and count to thirty. Now put a fist under your stomach and count to twenty 4. Sit and do absolutely nothing for a minute. Then stand and do nothing for a minute. 5. Read a long omorashi story. (you can hold yourself for it) 6. Last one! Stretch, get on your toes and stretch your hands up. Then sit on the toilet and relax completely for one minute. Then you are free to go if you make it! I genuinely thought this challenge wouldn't be so hard. I've done challenges for my boyfriend before, including similar things. Of course, I had never done anything like this before. And I could never imagine the desperation I would be feeling as I did it. To who requested this (and you know who you are). You SUCK! I swear you're literally evil and the devil and if I could punch you in your face I totally would. These tasks were not only cruel, but oh my gosh do you know how to kill somebody! I have no idea how you thought up something of this caliber, but frankly, I do NOT want to find out. As long as all thats clear (and the fact that I want to strangle you is clear). So let us get started as it has been a long night and your girl needs sleep sometimes! As a preface, I am wearing nice black panties, a small red tank top that clings to me, and maroon sweatpants, well more like joggers. Task 1: Let me say, before I started the first task, I had to PEE. Before it was a tiny urge, after chugging a forty ounce hydroflask, and waiting for maybe 30 minutes, I began to feel it real hard.I drank one last large glass of water to be sure I was desperate enough for the challenge and oh my was that a mistake. I was constantly holding myself and moaning and whimpering. I had a big soaking wet spot on my pants from leaking and I knew it was only going to get worse and worse, with each glass I had to have between challenges. As I slowly took my hand away, I felt a huge gush out in my pants. I literally clenched as hard as my body would physically let me. All my muscles were completely tensed up. I couldn't stop leaking and sputtering. My bladder felt as if it was going to explode already. To make sure I successfully did the task correctly, I had set a timer for 30 seconds on my phone. I felt each and every leak go straight through my underwear as if I wasn't even wearing anything. My pants were so loose that it ran straight down my legs, if I leaked enough it would have been caught by my pants. They were starting to drip. Every freaking second I was tensing more and more. All I wanted was release. Even just to hold myself would have been soooo nice. I felt my bladder just begging me to let go, but of course I wouldn't. I was absolutely determined to make it through all six tasks. I wasn't about to let six measely challenges get the best of me - or so I thought. I was more than extremely grateful so finally hold myself when the thirty seconds were up. I may have even moaned from the relief. Of course, like the rules stated I drank the required 8 ounces, well more like chugged. Task 2: I have done jumping jacks with a full bladder by request of my boyfriend before, so I knew what to expect.... Or so I thought. I started out with one. While I was expecting it to be hard, this was beyond hard. This was damn-near impossible! I know a huge spray came right out of me. I felt it. Now friends, I wish I could tell you this was a clean easy little sputter. But no. Not even close. Remember those whales with their blow holes? When they come out of the water it's like "BFFFFFFTTT". Well just imagine that, but in my pants. a tiny whale swam it's way into the ocean that was my bladder and BFFFFTTTTT-ed right through me. My pants, were toast. And being toast, I took those things right off and threw them in the laundry. From this moment forward in this story, I am wearing my close-fitting red tank top and my black panties. That whole spray from me, and the discarding of my pants were after ONE jumping jack. ONE. ONE OUT OF TWENTY. I decided to speed through the next nineteen. Counting as I went, as fast as I could, letting that tiny whale have a field day in my bladder I got about fifteen. Then boom. A HUGE leak. This one was BIG. Bigger than the spray before, I broke the rules and held myself because if I didn't, I would have myself my the second challenge, and that wouldn't have been much fun or make for a good story now would it? After maybe thirty seconds I finished up the last four. The pushups weren't as bad. Luckily I only had to do three. As quickly as I could (leaking every .03 seconds) I did them. At this point, after the challenge I didn't know how long I would last. I was really feeling the 8 ounces from before, knowing I'd have to drink another 8 in just a minute or two literally made me want to curl up and go right there on my carpet. This time the 8 that I drank went straight through me. I felt my bladder get heavier with every gulp and I knew my kidneys were on over drive. This was the very moment when I knew that this night wasn't going to be as long as I thought. I absolutely KNEW I wouldn't make it much longer. Task 3: I had also done this before. But there, in my room on my floor, laying on my stomach, I don't think i had ever had to go so bad. My bladder was bulging so much and was so hard that I could feel in there against the floor. I could feel every fiber of my tank top that was being pressed to my bladder. I was shaking now. Like hard-core shaking. Every single muscle in my body was so tense and all I wanted to do was just let it all go and pee all over my carpet. Literally I would've too. Well I thought I wanted to. Counting to thirty was pure torture. The need to just let it go was just aching at me. If my bladder could talk it would probably be screaming at me and yelling to just give it release. Putting my fist under my bladder and counting to thirty literally opened the flood gates.... For about 2 seconds. And when I go, I go fast and hard. Like I said, flood gates. My carpet, after that two seconds was absolutely soaked. I was of course still leaking, a lot. So by the end of it, there was a nice, round, and larger than I'd prefer soaked spot. I can not even describe the agony of drinking the required 8 ounces at the end of this challenge. Tears literally were filling in my eye and I took a break to hold myself for about five minutes because I finally decided to bite the bullet and do the fourth challenge Task 4: By the beginning of this challenge, I knew I wouldn't be able to last long. But Marlee ain't no quitting and I can promise you this. So, I sat, knees together on my floor. trying not to do anything. Again, I set a timer for a minute. I lasted about 27 seconds before I couldn't take it anymore. I just let go and the feeling was so great I couldn't bring myself to stand up. It felt so good to just be letting go, to release all that pressure that was just building up for so long. The fact that I was soiling my carpet completely slipped my mind. Letting go felt so damn good that I am positive I had an orgasm as I let it all go. I had never had to go so bad as that experience. I peed for maybe a minute and a half straight and it felt heavenly. I did end up cleaning my carpet. But the smell still lingers in my room. I hope you all enjoyed that! I certainly did! This challenge was a lot of fun for how long it lasted. I would be very willing to go back and try it again if that is something you all would like to hear about! Let me know! If there is anything else you all would like to hear about shoot me a message and I'll see what I can do!
  15. Here4theFun

    Laura's revenge (mini comic 2)

    From the album: Digital art

    Following the event's after Locked Laura: Dottie hadn't had time to relieve herself in the morning, so after a large coffee and an entire bottle of water she was positively bursting. The bathrooms were overcrowded with other desperate girls after the three hour lecture so she decided her best bet of getting some relief was walking to her and Laura's dorm room. After the ten minute walk to the complex nursing her bloated bladder all the way and fidgeting with the keys she managed to get inside only to discover the bathroom door locked. She had completly failed to remember it was Laura's day off so she was probably having some beauty time in the bathroom. Dottie though she could wait arround a bit and hop in the bathroom as soon as Laura got out, but apparently her roomate was taking her time and hogging the toilet. So after waiting nearly 20 minutes and feeling her bladder about to explode she decided the wait was over. She did not take into account Laura would decide that very moment to take revenge for last weeks prank. Dottie couldn't believe it , she was going to wet her pants if she didn't do something, the pressure was too much ! Maybe she could decrease the mess if she took her jeans of, she thought. It was at that very moment when the dam broke, pee gushing down her legs and wetting her hald pulled jeans acompanied with the most orgasmic feeling she had ever felt. She stood there consumed by bliss, pee spurting out of her pussy with decreasing force and making a big puddle on the ground. Dottie decided there and then to do that again.
  16. So I have horriblly weak bladder. I decided to put it to the test the other day... I got a measuring jug some bottles of water, some juice, and soda and went to town. I guess it was similar to the rapid desperation method. When I first felt the urge to pee I told myself I would hold another 30 minutes and then how much I was holding. This had me squirming and whimpering... Just starting to leak. Roughly 400mls. I drank some more and did it again, challenging myself to wait another 30 minutes. By the end of it again, I was struggling. I was squirming and grinding against my own hand, whimpering, begging to an imaginary person to please let me go because I couldn't hold it... I then allowed myself to go, but under the following conditions: I first had to drink 600 mls of water, an extra gulp for every leak, then after relieving myself, I would wait 25 minutes until the need was apparent again, then put on a pair of panties, a depends incontinence underwear, and tight grey pajamas that would show off leakage stains and wet diaper bulge nicely. Then I would hold for another hour on top of that. When i put my diaper on, it was insanely hard stripping naked when i was already 7/10 again only 25 minutes after last pissing. I had the thing on for 3 minutes before I first started to leak. Another big sip for each leak, and by minute 15 of being diapered, I was soaked. I was wearing my panties underneath the diaper so I could really feel the wetness against my skin. It felt incredible. At this point I knew that my only chance of holding more was to masturbate. Somehow stimulating my clit just makes my weak pelvic floor muscles tense up in away that I can't achieve otherwise. I was at a 9.5, i could barely stop leaking. I placed a vibrator on my clit and the relief was almost instant. I no longer felt like I was on the edge of losing control. After about 5 minutes of teasing my pussy, I felt close to orgasm, so i stopped and spent some more time holding. Or, well. Trying to hold. I was so insanely desperate. I leaked and leaked and leaked. The more I leaked the thicker my wet diaper became, and the harder it became to hold on. I grinded against the wetness, held myself hard, squirming, doing everything I could to hold back the floodgates, wishing i had someone to beg to, someone to hold me and encourage me... I watched videos and fantasized that i had someone with me to enjoy my desperation. It's such a fantasy for me to have someone make me hold for them or to make someone hold for me 😮 after what felt like forever i started massaging my clit with the vibrator again, edging myself one more time, then one more round of holding. I only lasted a minute of trying to hold on for dear life, but again I just couldn't stop leaking. It was at this point that I realised I was starting to leave a wet patch on my bed. My depends was overflowing. I finally ended up orgasming almost painfully powerfully, and pissing 500ml into the jug. Seems like 500 is my limit. I don't know if I made it an hour, i was too blissed out to check
  17. View File Recent Wetting Videos from the Web I've stumbled across these recently and wanted to share. Sources are mostly Tumblr and Pornhub (the Japanese page which has different stuff!). Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/17/2019 Category Female videos Clothing  
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    Recent Wetting Videos from the Web

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    I've stumbled across these recently and wanted to share. Sources are mostly Tumblr and Pornhub (the Japanese page which has different stuff!). Enjoy, Rach

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    I've stumbled across these recently and wanted to share. Sources are mostly Tumblr and Pornhub (the Japanese page which has different stuff!). Enjoy, Rach

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  20. View File JAV - SVDVD-477 - Public Vibrator Accidents Busy working girls are fitted with a very powerful vibrator while they go about their days. These are remotely controlled by sex fiends who 'turn up the juice' until these ladies have very public accidents in their places of work. Sex ensues. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/17/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing  
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    Busy working girls are fitted with a very powerful vibrator while they go about their days. These are remotely controlled by sex fiends who 'turn up the juice' until these ladies have very public accidents in their places of work. Sex ensues. Enjoy, Rach

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  22. Trying again. Something a little different. Hope y'all enjoy. VID_20190313_181937.mp4 Consumer info: While these work nights. I'd never wear them for daytime accidents.
  23. View File JAV - MIAE-001 - School Girl Accident Leads to Bullying and Sex Title says it all, a couple of vignettes of a school girl desperate to pee, having an accident, and then having sex to prevent witnesses from telling. Cute panties, cute accident scenarios, typical sex. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/17/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing  
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    Title says it all, a couple of vignettes of a school girl desperate to pee, having an accident, and then having sex to prevent witnesses from telling. Cute panties, cute accident scenarios, typical sex. Enjoy, Rach

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