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  1. View File JAV - Forced Public Enema Humiliation The name kind of gives it away as well. Also not, not entirely consensual scenario. Lot's of enemas and messy sex towards the end. Enjoy Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/17/2019 Category Female videos Clothing  
  2. Here's a short story I wrote based on the first Equestria Girls movie, where Princess Twilight tries to adjust to being human. I could actually see this having happened, but of course they wouldn't show it. Princess Twilight's Potty Failure Princess Twilight Sparkle covered her head as the students walked through the halls of Canterlot High after the bell rang. She was in a strange world, she had been turned into a bizarre creature she had never seen before that couldn't use magic, and she now had to somehow win her crown back at the Fall Formal. She didn't know how this could get any worse. Until, a feeling hit her that was the last thing she needed right now. She needed to pee. Badly. She had forgotten to go before she left Equestria. She made her way through the crowd to the bathrooms. She looked at the two doors, which each had a symbol on them. She remembered which one she had walked into that was the boys' bathroom before, so she figured the other one must be the girls' bathroom. She walked into that bathroom, hoping that whatever was inside the stalls wouldn't be something complicated that she also didn't know about. To her relief, she saw familiar-looking toilets inside the stalls. This should be easy. She would have sighed in relief, except that her bladder was still full. Twilight ran into a stall and closed the door. She grabbed the lock with her mouth and closed it, set her backpack containing Spike on the floor, and then sat on the toilet, lifting her skirt around her. As she started to pee, she let out a sigh of relief, but then she realized that something felt off. She could hear her pee splashing into the toilet, but she could also feel a warm and wet sensation around her crotch and butt, as if she was wetting herself. She lifted her skirt up and gasped. She was wearing something underneath her skirt, something she didn't recognize because ponies didn't wear it under their dresses. It was red, and only seemed to cover her nether regions, being less than shorts. She noticed how all of these creatures seemed to be wearing something, and her outfit had just materialized out of thin air when she transformed. They must not be as comfortable showing their butts and crotch areas as ponies were. She considered asking Fluttershy what this garment was, but knew that it might arouse suspicion. Besides, if her theory was right, then Fluttershy might not be comfortable talking about it. Twilight was still peeing, and she knew that whatever this part of her outfit was, was already soaking wet, so she didn't try to pull it down. She blushed a little, even though no one could see it. She, a princess of Equestria, was wetting herself. This was so undignified. Once she finished, she stood up. Her skirt hid the wet part of her outfit well, and she walked out of the stall. Spike, who had respectfully looked away while Twilight was on the toilet, poked his head out of her backpack and sniffed. "Twilight, did you get a little pee on your dress?" Twilight blushed beet red. "No, I... I'm wearing something else under my dress that I didn't know about. I don't know what this is exactly, except that it's wet now. Please don't tell anyone." Spike laughed, and then said "Of course I won't. Besides, I'm not supposed to talk in front of anyone here, remember?" ... Twilight had to stay in her wet state for the entire day, but no one noticed, as her skirt remained dry - until Fluttershy accidentally splashed fruit juice all over the front of her skirt at the cafeteria. While at the school library, Twilight noticed a clothing magazine, and took a look at it. Flipping through the pages, she recognized what she was wearing underneath her skirt as soon as she saw it. It was called "panties". She was a little perplexed as to why it seemed to be plural, but it also seemed to go by the name "underwear". At least she wouldn't have to ask Fluttershy now. When she was trying to adjust to what she was, dropping a stack of library books and trying to work a photocopying machine, eventually she needed to pee again, more so than last time due to all she had drank in the past few hours. She ran into the bathroom, and into one of the stalls, closing it the same way as last time. She tried to reach her panties with her mouth, but couldn't bend that far in this form. She knew she couldn't use magic either, so she tried to pull them down with her hands. However, because she wasn't used to her hands yet, she couldn't get a firm enough grip on them to pull them down. She might have been able to if she could focus clearly on it, but she needed to pee really badly and was in a rush to get them down. "Come on, come on, come on!" said Twilight, desperately trying to get a hold on her panties. "I really have to go! I don't wanna wet myself again!" After a few minutes of this, she couldn't hold it anymore, and started to pee uncontrollably. There was nothing for it but to sit on the toilet, lifting her skirt out of the line of fire. For the second time today, she peed through her underwear into the toilet, with a mixed sigh of relief and dismay. This time felt a little more embarrassing in that she had just lost control and peed herself involuntarily. She was sure a bit of pee had gotten on her skirt before she sat down, but it had already dried from the fruit juice, and she was sure this would dry faster. Fortunately, this was one place Snips and Snails didn't follow her, since they'd likely get in trouble for spying on someone in the bathroom. So whatever else they recorded, no one but Spike would ever know she wet herself. ... She slept in the library that night, in a bed Spike made out of books. Her panties were damp when she went to sleep, but dried overnight. The following morning, she woke up and stretched. Once again, she noticed an urge to pee, as she often did first thing in the morning. She was sure she would end up peeing herself a third time, but she at least had to make an effort not to, so she made her way to the library bathroom. She entered a stall and tried to pull her panties down, noticing in the process that they were dry now. She hoped they'd stay that way, but she wasn't very anxious about wetting herself, since she'd already done it twice. To her relief, she was able to grab her panties and pull them down this time. She sat on the toilet with her skirt positioned correctly, and sighed of immense relief as she peed. She had a feeling this was the last time she would wet herself. She lifted her panties up and sniffed. They still smelled of urine, but it was less noticeable than when they were wet, and she figured one would have to be right next to her crotch or butt to notice, and she had a feeling that... whatever she was... didn't push each other's butts with their heads like ponies often did. At least, she hoped they didn't, but as they walked on two legs, it seemed unlikely they would. She'd have to wear her soiled underwear for the rest of her time here, even if she changed into something else, but as they were dry now she didn't mind. Once she finished peeing, she put her panties back on and flushed. She kind of felt like she'd just been potty trained again. She exited the bathroom, completely dry, and began compiling a list of talking points to win over all the school groups so she could become Princess of the Fall Formal. She was still a little nervous, but feeling more confident.
  3. Evab100

    female NSFW Masyanya

    Would anybody ever consider drawing hentai of Masyanya for me? If so, post it here or P.M. it to me. Anyhow, even though she’s a bit creepy to look at... I enjoy Masyanya a awful lot, and I’d really like to see more Lewd art of her.
  4. Alex Oxford

    female A Fantasy, Pt. 2

    Hey guys, So this is part 2 of a series of stories I’ve been working on, and I gave absolutely zero exposition on my last post. The premise is somewhat self explanatory, but I neglected to mention a few things. It’s a series of “what if” scenarios that I wanted to flesh out into full on erotic narratives. They’re either loosely or heavily based on real experiences I’ve had. You’ll know which was which I think! But it’s also loosely based on my personal journey of accepting my desires, and being comfortable sharing them. There’s this juxtaposition of fantasy vs reality that I wanted to explore, and I would love to hear what you guys think! If you’d like to check out the first story, the link is right here: I broke “Part 2” into multiple posts, to make it more readable! WARNING: “Part 2” is mainly messing oriented. I’ll mark the area where the messing begins. If it’s not your cup of tea, skip to the end 🙂 there will be some pee desperation in the next post! ********** I blinked. Twice. Three times. What the hell am I looking at? I squint closer, analyzing the various graphs and formulas dotting my paper. A review of a few word problems confirmed my suspicions: I was in economics class. That’s right, I remember now. Economics class; that one class I constantly came late to, and consistently missed altogether. I should really learn to care more, because it’s all adding up. The semester was halfway over, and I think I missed the midterm entirely. I check my phone for the date. Yup, I missed my fucking midterm. Dammit. Fucking dammit. Apparently it had happened two days ago, the last time the class met. Shit. I was going to need a good ass excuse if I was planning on any attempt to redeem myself. The muffled speech slowly became coherent as the professor prepared to dismiss the class. I looked around, thankfully surrounded by people seemingly just as disinterested as me, and even more eager to leave, more than a few other students seemingly restless in their seats.... Everyone seemed to be staring at the clock as time slowly crawled by. The droning lecture on microeconomics, soon enough, had finally come to a close. Being at the back of the class, I had little ability to compete with the students at the front of the class for Professor Cormacks Q/A time. Naturally, I took the opportunity to get some fresh air in the halls outside. Or rather, fidget idly on my phone without feeling judged by the person behind me. I became distinctly aware of a clicking sound echoing through the hall, growing in volume as it got closer. *click, clack, click, clack* Normally, this just means a girl in heels was strolling down the halls, livening the echoing chambers of said building with her trendy but perhaps impractical wardrobe, particularly for the kind of walking you did on a college campus. But as I eyed the figure rounding the corner, I quickly realized she was definitely not a student. A tan, voluptuous brunette in a figure hugging grey dress and matte black heels strode down the hall, with a swinging gait. Her Mediterranean features suggested Middle Eastern descent, and her mature, developed face and frame suggested mid- thirties. There’s no way she was a student. I smiled genuinely at her as she passed, and she smiled back. “Hi!” She said. “Hi!” I chimed back happily. “Are you in Professor Cormacks class?” “Uhhh, yes I am! Sorry, don’t know why I had to think about that!” I laughed. “Hahaha! No it’s fine! Trust me, I know what economics can do to the brain after an hour and a half!” “Is that why you’re showing up late today?” I asked humorously, nodding towards the open door of the classroom. “Haha! No, I’m not a student. We share office space here. Is he available?” “Ummm, last time I checked he was taking a lot of questions. Technically I’m the last in line.” “Oh! I guess I’ll just get in line behind you.” She smiled sweetly. Why she was getting in line behind me, I didn’t know. But of course, I returned the smile. How else could any sane man reply to such a beautiful- *gurrrgllleee* I heard a low rumbling noise. Simultaneously, she crossed her legs, and I flinched a little. I couldn’t help but flinch slightly at the sudden sound of a low pitched rumbling. The smile waned from her face slightly, turning into one of light concern. “Is something wrong?” I asked. *gurrrggglllleee* “No no! I’m just feeling a bit jittery right now.” She said. I gave her a quizzical look. Both the odd rumbling and her curious comment had piqued my interest, and I couldn’t help but feel that flustered look on her face was more than just the common jitters. We waited for what felt like 5 minutes, soon going on 10 minutes. The woman appeared to be growing a little impatient, shifting from foot to foot slightly before crossing her legs. “I’m Alex by the way.” The woman seemed to be caught off guard by my continued interest in conversation. But now I was working my charm. My smile of pleasantness turned into a smile of engagement and interest. My sudden change in demeanor prompted a change in hers too. She returned with a mutual smile of interest, and seemed to purr the name “Aliyah.” “What do you do here Aliyah?” “I teach a Sociology.” “You weren’t feeling Econ?” “Haha, oh no! I’m much more of a people person than a numbers person. Besides, I had to take economics in this same building when I went here and it was a nightmare.” “Oh! You’re an alumni huh?” *Guuurrgggllleee* She made a face, and crossed her legs, tensing her thighs. Shake it off Alex. “I am actually! Class of 2012!” “Well at least I have something to look forward to, you look like you’re doing pretty good for yourself!” “Haha! Well a girl can try!” *bubblerumblechurn* Aliyah did something of a stutter step, stepping lightly in the same spot. She rubbed her thighs against each other as she conspicuously glanced at the bathrooms down the hall. “You sure you’re okay?” “Oh yeah I’m fine! I just....” she hesitated for a moment, but quickly seemed to brush off her reservations as she placed a hand delicately over her gurgling tummy. “I had too much coffee I think.” She confessed with a shy smile. I blushed. “Well I uhhh.... I hope that won’t be a problem for you!” I said, glancing at her legs slightly. She must’ve have seen my glance, as she gave cute, knowing smile upon my returning her gaze. “I don’t think I should have any problems.” She giggled, “I just need to call it quits on the coffee and I should be fine.” I felt myself blush again, probably unnecessarily. Just a pretty girl who’s had too much coffee. What’s the big deal? Lots of people have too much coffee..... *gurrrrglllleeeee* She seemed to tense up, and glanced conspicuously towards the restrooms again. She tapped her foot lightly, and pressed her butt against the wall. She winced ever so slightly. *grrrggllleee* “I can save your spot if you need to.... uhhhh....” I blushed. She looked at me inquisitively, but then smiled wryly. She seemed to understand what I was asking. “No Alex, I’ll be fine. I have no problem waiting.” She said with a clever, teasing expression, her legs firmly crossed. “Besides, you shouldn’t ask a lady those kinds of questions!” My blush deepened, and I felt myself burn a bright red. Of course, in a world like this, I had the overwhelming and irrational feeling that she knew I wanted to see her desperate, and hopefully see her soil her sexy dress. But as if to answer my restless mind, she simply commented, “Thank you though, I know you’re only trying to help.” She smiled reassuringly. Before I could say anything else, the last student left the classroom, leaving me next in line. ”You can go ahead of me.” ”Are you sure?” ”Of course! I’m still trying to think of a good excuse!” ”Hahaha! Try ‘the dog ate my homework,’ that always worked for me.” ”More like ‘the dog ate my midterm,’ actually.” I sighed, suddenly reminded of a more pressing predicament. ”Oh! You missed your midterm?” ”Yeah.... and I don’t have a dog either.” She laughed, loudly. Her laughter filled the halls of the building, and for a moment, I felt comforted this beautiful woman thought that I was so funny. She might have been laughing at me instead of with me, but I chose willful ingnorance this time around. She looked at me, and the gears seemed to be turning behind her dark brown eyes. ”Maybe I can help you.” She said. ”How?” Before I could say anything else, she walked past me into the classroom, where the professor still sat idly in his chair as the break was winding down. I couldn’t help but watch her out of the corner of my eye. She was trying to help me, which was incredibly nice of her. But she also had an awesome body that I couldn’t stop looking at. To make matters worse, I was 99.9% sure she need to.... go. Lust was driving me to further confirm what my gut feeling was already telling me to be true. *rumbbbllleeee* The brunette teacher crossed her legs and stood by his desk as they chatted. She swiveled her hips lightly from side to side. Subtle, soft movements, until- *GURGLE* The brunette bent forward slightly, and raised a leg off the ground behind her. Her butt cheeks clenched visibly. I gulped, and bit my lip with adrenaline fueled lust. What happened last time was happening again. Aliyah continued to stand there, swaying her hips too and fro to suppress her need. I blushed from arousal, watching her her thing waistline and massive ass circle in a figure 8, slowly, deliberately..... I only wished I could stay and enjoy the show a little longer. As “Not a problem Mr. Cormack, I can get those to your grader later today. Is there anything else I can help you with?” *gurgle* She clenched. Her shoulders appeared somewhat stiff. “Alex!” The professors voice woke me from my doldrums. “Yes Professor?” “You missed the midterm didn’t you?” I gulped. What was a lustful fantasy was quickly becoming a nightmare. But this is why I’m here, I need to face the music. “Uhhh.... yes sir, I did. I was actually here to talk to you about that.” “I’m glad to see you being so proactive.” He chuckled, “I got your email, I’m aware of the circumstances. Lucky for you, Miss Aliyah here is available for you to take your makeup exam.” My heart skipped a beat as I looked at her, her legs crossed and her hands pressed against her thighs, but with a warm, unbothered smile. “We’ve met!” She said warmly. “Excellent! Here is the exam Alex, feel free to follow Aliyah to her office.” “Of course, thank you Mr. Cormack!” Aliyah smiles again, and proceed to walk towards her office, down the hallway and to the right. I followed in close pursuit. I couldn’t take my eyes off her massive ass, her cheeks sliding back and forth in her tight gray dress. *gurrrgleee churnnnn* Oh, and that too. There was that. The restrooms were approaching on our left. I saw her glance briefly at them, but just as confidently as she had declined a visit earlier, she declined one now. She walked right past the bathrooms, and I could feel myself getting hard, knowing she’d have to wait even longer. “My office is right down this hall Alex!” “Thanks!” ”Also, you’re welcome.” ”I didn’t say thank you already?” “No, I don’t think so.” ”Well thank you Miss Aliyah.” ”Please, call me Aliyah.” ”Well Aliyah, thanks for making me a lucky guy!” I said, with a hint of suggestion. She laughed, and looked towards me with a cute smile. “Luck has nothing to do with it.” She teased. I took a gamble, “So what do I owe it to? Your way with words? I’m sure he has a hard time saying no to you.” She giggled shyly, “Flattery will get you nowhere!” “Oh come on, I’m sure you’re used to the attention.” She glanced at me with an almost flirty smile, and said, “Maybe.” I liked where this was going. We passed a coffee machine. I couldn’t resist. “Hey Aliyah?” “Yes?” “You mind if I get a coffee here real quick?” “Oh sure, no problem!” “What do you recommend?” I asked her. She seemed to be thinking for a minute. She showed some resolve, and walked over to the machine, pointing to the caramel macchiato. “That ones my favorite. I’ve been drinking that all afternoon!” “Great, I’ll help myself then!” I chimed, but somewhat mischievously, I asked, “Would you like one too?” She gave me a interested look, with the intention of politely declining. But perhaps the tone of my voice required a different response, with a slight smile. “No thank you Alex. If you recall, I’ve actually had too much coffee.” She giggled, crossing her legs. “Oh come on, I can’t help but feel like I’ve.... inconvenienced you?” I suggested, vaguely. A more knowing smile crept across her face. We had already broken decorum a few times, what was one more right? “Oh, I see.....” she said, with a thoughtful smile. *gurrrglleeee* She hunched over ever so slightly, and pressed a hand into her thigh. She sighed, and looked at me. “Is it that obvious?” “Ummmm.... well, just to me, I don’t know about everyone else.” She giggled, “Oh, you’re the expert then huh?” “Well, no....” I countered, “But I know coffee, and I couldn’t help but put two and two together.” “Well,” she said, a wan smile now permanently spread across her lips, “As I told you before, I have no problem waiting to take care of my.... needs.... especially if there’s something else I need to do first.” She thought for a second, considering her next words, before carefully saying, “coffee, now coffee kind of.... speeds things along.... it makes it difficult for me to wait longer, and I end up getting really uncomfortable and really..... obvious.... like right now.” She said, as she stood with her legs crossed and hand over her gurgling stomach. “So.... do you still think I could use another cup?” She giggled, suggestively. I’m no fool. This wasn’t realistic. But I didn’t care. How could I possibly waste another opportunity like this? It’s time to go big or go home. “Yes, I do.... it’s been a long day, I think we could both use the energy.” I smiled back just as suggestively, having already purchased the coffee. As I handed it to her, she sighed, giving me another one of those knowing smiles, but this time, knowing far more than she had before “All right, if you insist. But just to warn you, I may be a little uncomfortable, and you’re going to have to deal with that!” She giggled, shuffling her thighs back and forth. “You better not take long on this test, or you’re in trouble!” She giggled, though nervously. The gentleman in me enjoyed the banter, but the naughtiness in me had every intention of taking their time. If this was the same as last time.... What did I have to lose?
  5. AudreyLovesPee

    Wetting Dares [NEW]

    I have seen that some people want to join this topic again. So im starting it up again. Basically you tell a dare and then if someone choses they can pick that dare and do it. Then they can post their story or pics on how the dare went down. Feel free to post dares, do dares, or both. Hope you all enjoy
  6. Had fun posting yesterday thought I'd share another. A friend inspired me to make this one. VID_20190302_165250.mp4
  7. A little bit of background: the majority of this story is stitched together from multiple real life experiences, that either happened to me, or I witnessed them. I originally wanted to post the relevant part to Wetting Experiences, but I think it wasn't good enough in that form. So I decided to put together all these different parts into a single story happening with a single person instead. I hope you people like it 😊 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I had to pee a bit already while I was still at work. I tried to go to the bathroom, but since it was a Friday the cleaning lady overlapped her work with ours - so she can go home enjoying her weekend sooner. Can’t blame her, but I’m extremely bladder shy. She already started doing the bathroom when I entered the corridor leading there; I saw her big blue mopping bucket partially blocking the toilet’s doorway. I’m not just bladder shy, but also normal shy, and a little awkward at times - naturally, I didn’t want to ask her to leave. And there was no way that I’m gonna do it while she’s in there! I just brushed it off and pretended that I was looking for someone in the nearby room. “I could go into a café on my way home or something.” - I thought. There were plenty of such opportunities on the way from work to my bus stop. I was wearing a nice blouse, a skirt, and stockings that came up to my waist under it, with (not very high) heeled shoes. You know, pretty typical office lady stuff. I finished whatever work I had left at that point, said goodbye to everyone still in the office, and left the building. I walked towards my stop on the right side of the street, while looking for a crossing to the left where all these bars, cafés, and small shops were. As I was looking around I’ve noticed my bus in the distance. This wasn’t a very busy line, so if I don’t catch it the next one is in something like 30 or 40 minutes. “There is no way that I’m missing that.” - I thought. “It’s only half an hour until I’m home. And I’m already late, so peeing can wait a bit more.” I was going to a small gathering of friends later, so I had to go home, have an early dinner, have a shower, get ready, then travel through the city again to meet my friends. It was a cramped evening, and I had no time to waste now. I picked up the pace, and arrived to the bus stop at the same time as the bus rolled in. I felt this roughly grapefruit sized thing gently pushing forward in me, as I jogged. But I was fine. To much of my annoyance traffic was so heavy on the road after we turned from the smaller street, that it was a constant crawl. Based on the number of stops covered after half an hour it would take about another hour to get home. And to add to my dismay the driver always pushed the brakes a little bit too hard, doing a lot of sudden stops. It felt like riding a race car or something. The sudden jerking motion that these stops introduced, sometimes several of them in a single minute, were somewhat annoying on their own. But considering their effect of it on my bladder they were seriously upsetting. Every time we stopped I had to hang on not to fall over, and clench muscles in my legs and abdomen. But I was kind of already occupied with clenching a very specific muscle to be honest, and every time I had to brace myself I could feel the extra effort that I needed to hold. And the desperation was growing and growing. After about half an hour of this sudden starting and stopping I had the idea to discreetly zip my skirt down a bit. It didn’t have an elastic band in its waist, but it was a perfect fit for me zipped all up. Normally. Now my bladder was bulging against it, making it uncomfortably tight and adding much to my misery. I had an idea - “I just pull the zipper down like half the way. It will stay on for sure, but will ease the pressure a bit.” Covering the area with my bag I lifted the zipper handle up to get the little peck out of the teeth, so it can be moved, then... it didn’t move at all when I pulled. I tried a little harder. No avail. I put my bag on my other shoulder after another brake-flooring, and checked it out. Just casually. You know, it’s not that I was threatened with a situation, that will make me the center of attention in an utterly humiliating manner 😅 I couldn’t see anything wrong with the zipper. Looked away like something interesting is happening over there, and tried pulling it again, but it still stayed up. “Great. It’s stuck.” I was really looking forward pulling down that zipper, and being robbed from that was annoying. I could swear that it made the pressure even worse. I felt the tears of frustration welling up in me, but I held back. At that point I would happily pee into the cleaning lady’s bucket given the chance, even while she watches. But that ship has sailed, hasn’t it? Instead of that here I was, stuck at a public place, with what felt like a small melon sized iron ball down there, nagging me every second. We were turning onto this smaller two-lane road that goes through a huge park. I knew the route like the back of my hand, since I was on it every day for a year now, and I was still too far away from home even at normal travel speed. “I had to find a place to pee RIGHT NOW.” - I decided. We had one stop coming up right at the edge of the park, and I knew that there is one in the middle, and all the rest are in the city again. The one coming up now is too open and possibly crowded, but the next one is usually less populated. “I’ll just pee behind a tree or in the bushes, or something.” There was even a public bathroom somewhere in that park that I used before, but I quickly put it out of my mind; tried not to think about toilets at that time. I might start peeing. Yeah, but this smaller road was full of cars as well, at least in my direction. It took something like another 15 minutes to get to my new destination in the middle of the park. I tried not to potty dance or very obviously push my thighs together, since the bus had quite a few people on it, but I did it a few times regardless. I honestly don’t know how I survived, but we finally arrived. I stepped off, the bus rang its bells and closed its doors, and went back to crawling in traffic. I looked around, noticed these very inviting bushes about a minute away. Finally I could see the light at the end of the tunnel! I walked along the road on the side walk for a bit - strangely the other side of the two way road had barely any traffic. I walked as fast as I could without pissing myself in the open. I suddenly heard water splashing - a street cleaner truck was coming the other way. “Of course you have to splash fucking water around right when I’m almost pissing myself!” - I was fuming inside 😡 But honestly I could only blame myself for this. Acting as casually as I could manage at that point, I went away from the road on this footpath and deeper into the park, towards the bushes. They were a little bit short and sparse to squat down, and there were people around, so I started looking for a denser patch nearby. That’s when I saw this somewhat elevated place a little farther away, with trees and big dense bushes. “Oh, that’s just perfect.” - I was breathing heavily and occasionally whimpering at this point. With one hand grabbing the side of my skirt nervously and my bag with the other, I marched on. “I’m never ever delaying peeing again. Ever!” - I vowed to myself. Probably not the first or the second time either 🤔 I was well outside of sight from the road, but had to cross this smaller one perpendicular to it. It had a wheelchair-compatible curb on one side, but where I was going there was no slope. Right as I stepped up onto this unusually high curb and lifted my other foot up I lost control. It started slow, just a trickle. But with each passing second I can feel the muscle getting looser and looser, despite me trying to clamp down on it. While this trickle gradually grow to a full-bore peeing, I started running. I also pulled up my skirt and held it in one hand, so at least it doesn't get wet. It wasn’t the first time that I peed myself in stockings by the way, so I kind of expected the stream to just pass through my panties and the nylon with minimal flood damages. But this time I happened to have a panty liner in, since I was close to those days. That little fighter soaked up pee for like two or three seconds early on. Good for small accidents, perhaps, but it ultimately blocked the path of the stream. So instead of just coming straight out, and maybe wetting one of my legs a bit, it started flooding my panties backwards, and flowing down both my legs. I ran into the bushes, and squat down behind the first tree. Tried to pull the zipper on my skirt much more aggressively now, but it looked like I caught some fabric with it when I pulled up, so I couldn't get it off even then. I tried pulling the stockings through it, so I can get it and my panties off, but it was too much for one hand. So I just ended up squatting there with my skirt in my hands, and listening to the sounds that the rest of my pee made, as it splattered onto the ground from my entirely wet butt. "Well, at least I don't have to pee any more." As I could feel my poor sphincter finally relax into normal position, I tried to fish some tissues and random napkins out of my bag, so I don't slowly flood my shoes with all the pee still in the fabric. This is when I heard a voice behind me. “Look Mommy, the lady peed herself!” - as I turned towards the voice I saw this little boy pointing at me with one hand, with his mum holding his other, going away from me deeper into the bushes. Most likely for the same reason I was there. I could feel the heat creeping into my face as I turned away and looked down 😓 “Yeah, this grown up baby managed to piss herself.” - I thought with a frown on my face. “Maybe I need someone, too, to grab my hand and take me to the toilet sometimes.” I wanted to call a taxi, but I couldn't sit down like this. I had to wait for the next bus, and hope that either my pee doesn't smell, or that the bus has someone even smellier. I don't know if anyone noticed me, because I was bright red from the second that I walked to the bus, and only looked out the window or down. And of course I was late for that night 😒
  8. Here's another nice one I've stumbled upon. Twitter has been exceedingly generous lately. 😉 Creator of the video is here: https://twitter.com/mika_omorashi twitter @mika_omorash checkered shorts.mp4
  9. ssjammerz

    Cycling wetting 35

    Sorry about the intermittent wetting of my shorts--I was resting at a somewhat busy road with people and the sirens going off nearby caught my attention. I do like how after my second stream stopped, it left a streak in my shorts. No matter--I end up dowsing my shorts after. I should have drank more for a better wetting, but there's always next time. Enjoy! cyc35.wmv
  10. Version 1.0.0

    2,178 downloads

    This might be the greatest JAV I've seen in years, it checks all my boxes. Women in various outfits wait with others in a doctors office. They are clearly desperate and after waiting too long they have accidents with onlookers staring. Several of the shorter clips (I've only watched two, it was all I could stand before, well you know) include the walk of shame down the street in wet things. This reminds me of my own doctor's office desperate waits and planned and unplanned accidents: Anyhow, this is going to keep me very happy for the next long while. I love these!!!!!!! Enjoy, Rach

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  11. Bluesman59

    Bed wetting - Hot or not?

    So I was wondering who all on here is into bed wetting? Either doing it or watching people do it. It’s a huge turn on for me, not sure why but it is.
  12. WesternWets

    female "Rest Stop Accident" Comic

    Version 1.0.0

    Finally a new Toilet Stool comic, and it's one I've planned to cover for a while now. Sharing some similarities with the last release, this story follows a girl named Jessica returning from a getaway with her boyfriend. She doesn't have to pee when leaving the restaurant they stopped at, but going to sleep gives her bladder time to fill, and she wakes up rather desperate. She eventually has to make her need known, despite not wanting to slow down the ride home, and reassures her boyfriend that she can last until the rest stop. But that may be as far as she can go before her bladder reaches critical mass, and she still has to survive the hobble into the faraway stall. This comic contains most of the usual comic trimmings: 2 versions of each page in different sizes, plenty of bladder views and some x-ray shots so expect some NUDITY during these and while she changes out of the clothes she eventually pees in. It's 17 pages long, based on a story from page 2328 of the Old Posts section of Toiletstool.com. One final note is any problems with purchasing or downloading these comics should be referred to the support section of OmoOrg, which I've linked below. As I've explained before, my role here is to upload my work and set a price. The site collects the money and dispenses the exchanged goods - to you the comic and to me my cut. Any hiccups encountered along the transaction can only be resolved through their system, not me. The original text for this comic can be found here: https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostckn.htm Please send any problems and concerns requiring assistance here: http://www.omorashi.org/support

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  13. LeakyPanties

    Holly Blue

    From the album: My Old Art

  14. LeakyPanties

    Cop 3

    From the album: My Old Art

  15. LeakyPanties

    Cop 2

    From the album: My Old Art

  16. LeakyPanties

    Cop 1

    From the album: My Old Art

  17. TVGuy

    female Potty Dance

    Now this is a potty dance! vid_525.mp4
  18. Making videos in public can be dangerous! promo.mp4
  19. Been feeling pretty horny lately and omo is always the best outlet for it. I decided I got tired of always rewashing the sheets and my cloth diaper wasn't really cutting it so I ordered this Rearz brand from amazon, seems like they'll hold several wettings. I have to leave for an MMA class in a bit so I won't have time to wet them right now but I couldn't resist trying one on the second it got to my doorstep. I never realized diapers turned me on just as much with this fetish. Something about them feels oh so right, the way the warmth pools up and stays right against you, down the plastic rustle sound and waddle walk feel from extra puffiness. I even thought the pirate skulls were a nice touch of personality! I plan to wet them to my hearts content when I get back and I'll be super hydrated too! 😉 Maybe I'll actually be able to sleep in them and wet accidentally too! Might make a video if anyone has any suggestions or wants? But wetting diapers like this doesn't really show up on video. Maybe once it reaches a saturation point? Either way I'm all ears. Here's to some fun tonight! God bless all you fellow minded omo individuals 🙂
  20. newp

    Bunka Taiken [E]

    Version 1.1

    1,823 downloads

    Our protagonist, Chie, wet herself at the Culture Festival, this year. As she went to bed, that night, all she wished for was that the day never happened. In a cruel twist of fate, instead, the Culture Festival entered an endless loop. After Chie goes to bed, the day resets itself. At least she's the only one aware of what's going on? I would say have fun getting Chie through the day and night, dry, but we're not here for that, are we? Time to have fun putting Chie in situations where she has to constantly deal with having accidents and wetting the bed. There are a total of 10 Wetting scenarios and 6 Bed-Wetting scenarios. As a note, this game was never actually finished, so there are some inaccessible scenes and bugs. Known Issues: *It is possible to have the game not know what bathroom you're in and error out, forcing you to the outside bathroom. *It is possible to get the Coffee Recipe, but the scene where you do something with it was never made. *It is possible to obtain the Horror Tickets, but impossible to enter the Live Hall to see the show. *When entering a bathroom, the location still shows up in Japanese, in the upper right hand corner. If you encounter anything that is still untranslated (Or shows up as a bunch of squares), please let me know. Also, please let me know if there is any text that seems out of place. There were a lot of duplicate maps, and the scripts jumped around, a lot, so it's possible that I misinterpreted the context, somewhere. On a final note, a guide will not be fore-coming, from me. There is a NPC in game that you can get hints from, but everything is fairly easy to do.

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  21. Omo-secret

    female Stray (Tron)

    Set as a prequel to the the Tron: Legacy movie. I apologize upfront for any movie inaccuracies up front. This is based on my presumption that programs use the bathroom since they obviously eat and drink. Enjoy. Where was I? Who was I? The effects were immediate on the beautiful program. One second she was herself, the next she was gone. Her memory swiped. She knew basic things. She was on the grid. Clue was in charge. She was a stray That was fairly obvious. Anything personal from her memory no longer existed. Her name, her friends, her job. gone. Judging by her attire-She was dressed in a skintight, seductive black suit that was designed slightly differently than typical programs attire-she most likely was a siren at one point. But after losing her disc she was nothing but an amnesiac. She did know one thing personal to herself for sure. She must have been holding in her urine for a long time, judging by the sharp pain inher bladder and the prickling sensation in her urethra of pent up pee. She blushed softly. That wasn't important though. The bright search light sweeping towards her, however, was important. Her legs trembled as she ran. However she didn't stand a chance, and soon the light had over taken her. Peices of the grid sank around her, isolating her on a single octagonal pillar. Her heat fell as she gazed upwards. I'm going to be deresed. Her hope of survival had fleeted in moments. The grid had no room for strays. They were corruptible and disrupted the order of things. Prehaps I could get lucky. Survive the games. The games, were almost worse than simply being deresed. Though death wasn't as certain in the games, it would be painful if you died. Deresolution itself was a typically painless process. However when acted upon by a light weapon, it almost always hurt. The games were a terrifying event and no one ever hoped for it. The program began to squirm violently,not wanting to wet herself and prove she was worth less than the typical stray. I need the games. She thought oddly enough. She had a will to survive uncommon to programs in general. She stiffened up as the squarish arch landed, leaving her in the center of both legs. Within seconds the police apprehended the stray and she was locked up along with a group of stays. With limited movements due to the restrains she fought ever so desperately to contain her bladder by jiggling her legs, curling her toes and balling her fists and made subtle squirming motions as they approached the landing zone. Finally the restrains were released, though no one dared to move. A single guard marched from left to right, inspecting each prisoner. Before moving on to the next stray he would announce "Deres." or "Games." The has been siren stiffened up, as the guard approached her. While she kept her body calm and reserved, hot pee began to leak out and cascade down her thighs. The golden liquid slowly seeped into the fabric, but gave no visible sign of the occurrence. "Games." He announced. She was given a temporary sensation as relief as she stemmed the flow of urine, not losing even half her capacity before another pair of guards took her by her arms an led her to a circular platform. Binds snapped over her feet and the platform descended. As soon as she was out of sight she began to squirm violently, with her feet bound she forced her hands against her lap. She doubled over and moaned softly until she emerged in a room. Three corners of the room lit up and three beautiful woman, two dark skinned and one pale brunette quickly assessed her, before making slight alterations to her costume. The missing fourth siren proved her suspicions, that she used to be a siren. They quickly placed a new disc on her back, causing her eyes to briefly flash and a long spurt released into her white panties. Finally they showed her reflection in a mirror. She gave herself a once over. She had a slender, yet voluptuous body, covered by a skin tight white suit with blue neon lines lacing along her body. Her hair was light blonde and done up in a fashionable bun, her skin practically glowing, slight glitter spread out along her flesh. Bright blue mascara surrounded her equally as blue eyes. her sleeves were detached from the rest of her suite, giving a tiny glimpse at her toned arms. Her legs were long and equally as toned, the shoes built into her suit were based off wedge shoes and gave her more height. She approved. She made her way towards the door when a dark skinned girl caught her arm. "Laraa... be careful." Laraa nodded as information slowly surged through her body as her life was redesigned. re-purposed, and her current purpose was too survive. She remained solemn as she headed out and was instantly transported to a rectangular prism, floating above an arena. Opposite of her was another program. Her opponent. Above her and below her were several other prisms. She didn't have much time to take it in as the games began. She was honestly glad to be allowed to move freely, the movement helped her contain her pent up urine as she made, desperate pacing movements. Her opponent made the first move, launching her disc for her head. Her left slid left, at a diagonal angle, her right leg bent and her left hand planted between her legs. She disc passed above her head, ricocheted across several wall before returning to the other program. She hopped upwards as another spurt was released. He hurtled her own disc back downwards. It skimmed his ankles sending blue-ish shards flying. The program howled in pain as the disc returned to Laraa, the rest of the battle was tipped in the favor of Laraa as she quickly won. The rest of her opponents fell by her hand, with varying degrees of difficulty. Finally she was the final program and had the honor of versing Rizzler. TH=here arena resembled a cross and was much larger than her previous battlefield. She studied the angles possible for her to attack from. She didn't get much of her assement done before she had to clamp down on her third leak since the games began. Then the final round began. Rizzler didn't waste anytime hesitating. Her split his disc into two and sent both flying towards Laraa. She dodged his flurry of attacks, not getting any of her own in. Instead she spent her time dodging and running. While helpful to her bursting bladder, it proved to only prolong the inevitable. A disc sliced a strand of her own hair, tiny shards hailed to the grid. Fear contracted and even more urine seeped into her suit, the warmth lasting long after that. She took an opportunity to send her disc in an ark towards Rizzler's feet. It shattered the platform below him, sending him falling. However at the last second he grasped the edge of the hole. He hung suspended, at Laraa's mercy. Laraa approached his position with avseductive sway to her hip as an alarm sound. Her face was smug as she knelt down near his handhold. She drew her disc prepared to slice his fingers when the arena flipped. She landed on her back with a thud. Rizzler landed in a kneel, his legs straddling her body and his right hand grasping a disc, hanging it above her face threateningly. Those events that occurred in the few seconds caused her bladder to give out. Hot pee poured out of her urethra, soaking through her panties and rolling across the groin area between her legs as it began to pool beneath her shapely butt. The hot pee began to spread down her legs and up the bottom of her back as it slowly seeped into the fabric of her suit. There was a distinct trickle sound as the urine flowed from her urethra forcefully and even began to darken the outside of the fabric as the suit couldn't hold the amount of liquid and a puddle began to pool between her legs. The puddle was small but noticeable. However Rizzler wasn't focused on that detail. He was more concerned with the strange reaction from the crowd. They called for Rizzler to spare her. He reluctantly obliged and helped Laraa to her feet as she was escorted to Clu. They were transported to his headquarters above the arena where Clu was waiting them with an amused smiled. "You are very lucky..." "Laraa." She spoke. "Right. Well miss Laraa, the audience seems to enjoy your performance, aside from your lack of bladder control." He said examining the dark glistening patch along her inner thighs and crotch. "However, you are not free from the cycle. Each cycle you will be apart of the games. Granted you will no longer go against Rizzler. However you will not be spared again. You will live in luxury between each cycle, so enjoy it." Laraa nodded reluctantly. She was then escorted to a hotel, given a large and sleek suite where she would live. Once the guards were gone she stripped from her clothing, still warm with urine. She tossed them aside and slipped into a shower, wishing she could once again forget who she was. I hope you enjoyed this. Please leave feedback:)
  22. Lisk

    [E]Omo SisterS

    Version 1.0

    1,872 downloads

    A mysterious voice in the middle of nowhere... What is it talking about... Why does it sound so important...? I can't remember... Hm? Oh, nevermind. This is another game made by creator of Nyo Time, Kirika-san, and it's another plot-driven story about brother-sister relationships. Except now there's two little sisters! Do what any good big brother character in this kind of game would do: pick one of them, take her on a date and make her wet herself! You can also play this game like a normal date sim - this would probably be the best decision for your first playthrough! So download it - it doesn't even need RTPs, just set your system locale to Japanese (as always, the last screenshot shows you how to do it, so if you start asking about it, I'll eat your soul ^_^) - ignore minor inconsistencies and enjoy the happy world of desperate imoutos! ...Or muster the courage to see things for what they really are. Produced by: Kirika-san Game engine: Wolf RPG Editor

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  23. Here's another great desperation and wetting video by the lovely Rion on Twitter. https://twitter.com/0o_Rion_o0 twitter Rion grey panties leaking.mp4
  24. An Equestria Girls story I came up with. My original draft had farting in it, but since most people here find that a turn-off or are just disinterested, I removed them. Also, they'll be in their last year of Canterlot High. And a story Rarity tells was inspired by a story of a witnessed event someone else mentioned. I kind of get carried away at the end, as usual. Fluttershy's School Play Accident (and night with Rarity) Fluttershy stood behind the stage, feeling nervous. When she heard that the school play had a rabbit character in it, she had signed up to play her without thinking, and was starting to have second thoughts, but it was too late now. She was wearing a fairly tight pink bunny fursuit that Rarity had designed. She wore her summer outfit under it, which consisted of a white tank top and short, skintight green shorts. She hadn't washed them in a while so they smelled a little. She hoped no one would notice. When it was time, she walked onstage. She tried to speak her first line, but stopped. She stared at the crowd whose eyes were on her. She tried to speak again, but her stage fright was getting the better of her. She was so nervous she wet her costume. She blushed beet red while the audience laughed. Fluttershy ran off the stage in tears. The play was cancelled, but the audience didn't care, they got a good show all the same. Rarity ran after Fluttershy, searching the school grounds for her. She eventually found her sitting under a tree, still in her costume, sobbing uncontrollably. Rarity quietly walked up to her, hoping her presence wouldn't cause Fluttershy any distress. Fluttershy looked up. "I'm... I'm so sorry I r... ruined your costume, Rarity. I didn't m... mean to..." "Oh, Fluttershy, darling, don't you dare apologize for that. All I have to do is throw it in the washing machine and it will be good as new. You focus on feeling better." "You're... you're not disgusted at me?" "Of course not." Rarity sat down and put her arm around her. "Don't ever tell anyone else this, but when I was camping with Pinkie last weekend, I had to use the bathroom, but the outhouse was occupied, so I ran behind it to go there, but Pinkie walked up to me so I pulled my shorts back up, but... I couldn't stop. And there was nothing I could do about my wet shorts until they dried." "Oh, I'm so sorry Rarity." "Pinkie was the only one who knew and she swore never to tell. So, don't think you're the only one." Fluttershy was feeling better, mostly because Rarity wasn't disgusted with her. "Let's go home and get you cleaned up." ... At Rarity's house, Fluttershy removed her wet costume, and Rarity put it in her washing machine. Rarity had removed her fluffy white cat costume, revealing her light blue tank top and skintight purple shorts underneath. "I make sure all my outfits are machine washable in case they get dirty in any way. Even if you'd done... the other thing... in that costume, it'd come right out. I can give you a clean outfit and wash your shorts, too." "Actually... I can stay like this for the rest of the night." "Are you sure?" "I don't mind if you don't." She blushed lightly. "If you say so. How would you like a tea party?" "I'd love it." Rarity made some tea and they sat at the table. Rarity put a towel on Fluttershy's chair for her to sit on. Fluttershy sat in her wet shorts for the entire tea party, but she didn't mind, she was having a fun time with Rarity. After several cups of tea, a sudden urge hit Fluttershy. "Um... Rarity... I..." "Yes, darling?" "I... I have to go to the bathroom." "Well, you know where it is. I'll be waiting for you." Fluttershy ran to the bathroom. Only once the door closed did Rarity realize she needed to pee rather badly as well. She ran over to the bathroom, holding herself and waiting for Fluttershy to finish. She could hear the sound of pee splashing into the toilet, and this made her more uncomfortable. After a few seconds it even caused her to leak a little, dampening her shorts. She whimpered and pee danced more. Then there was a flush, and Fluttershy walked out of the bathroom looking relieved. Rarity immediately ran inside. Fluttershy could hear a sigh of relief and pee splashing into the toilet, then a flush, and then Rarity walked outside. "I'm so sorry I took so long," said Fluttershy. She noticed the damp spot on Rarity's shorts and blushed a little. "It's all right," said Rarity. "And I don't mind getting a little wet when it's just us, especially with the state you're in. Besides, these are the same shorts I wet all the way at camp." Fluttershy didn't feel bad anymore. They sat on the couch and watched My Little Pony (G1), both sitting on towels with garbage bags underneath, even though Rarity wasn't that wet. After a few episodes, Fluttershy said "I need a spanking for wetting myself, and making you leak a little." "Oh, that won't be necessary." "Pretty please?" Rarity realized Fluttershy wanted this. "All right. How hard would you like it?" "Not too hard, but hard enough so it makes a sound. Wait, should I put a towel between us first? I don't want to..." Rarity stopped her and put her over her knee, not caring that a bit of her pee was getting on her. She raised her arm and slapped Fluttershy's butt, not too hard, but not too light either. "Was that all right?" "Perfect. Do it again until I tell you to stop." Rarity continued to spank Fluttershy. The expressions on her face and the sounds she made showed how much she was enjoying it. It was only after about 30 swats that Fluttershy said "All right, that's enough." "You really enjoyed that, didn't you?" Fluttershy blushed a little as she sat back down, which wasn't hard because her rear end barely hurt. "I don't know why, I've just... always wanted someone to do that to me ever since Pinkie Pie slapped my tushie that one time." "Oh, I rather enjoyed that as well. You do have the cutest butt." "Why thank you." Fluttershy blushed a little, but not out of embarrassment this time. Soon, the rest of the tea they had drank had gone through them. Fluttershy and Rarity were fidgeting a bit, and in minutes, were fidgeting harder. "Do you need to use the bathroom, Fluttershy?" said Rarity. "Yes," said Fluttershy. Rarity paused the show. "Go ahead." "But you look like you have to go too." "I can hold it." "What if you can't? I don't want you to wet yourself on my account." "I'm already damp, and I really don't mind if I have an accident now. Besides, I protected the couch. I could just go right here." "No, you use the bathroom first. I'm already wet, so another accident won't make a difference." "I insist." "No, I insist." Rarity let go and started to pee in her shorts, even though she knew she'd have been able to hold it for at least a bit longer. "It's too late for me. You'd better get to the bathroom before you wet yourself again." "Oh, Rarity..." "I don't mind, really. As a matter of fact, it does feel rather nice." She wasn't kidding, she did like the warm feeling, now that she didn't have to be embarrassed about it. Her crotch and butt were becoming soaked. The towel absorbed the wetness, and the garbage bag protected the couch. "If it feels so good, then I don't see why I have to hold it." Fluttershy relaxed and also began peeing, re-wetting her shorts, and sighing of relief. Rarity was right, this felt much nicer than last time. "Fluttershy, darling, you didn't have to do that." "But I wanted to." Rarity gave her a hug, both of them still peeing. Once they were both finished, Rarity resumed the show. From here, they'd leave the couch only to get something to eat or something to drink. If they needed to pee, they went in their shorts and liked it. At one point, Sunset sent Rarity a text asking how Fluttershy was doing. Rarity responded that she was doing much better, and Sunset replied that was good to hear, and that Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Applejack still liked her as well, and that Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie swore not to make fun of her. Of course, Rarity didn't mention to Sunset that she and Fluttershy were deliberately using their shorts as a toilet tonight. At about 11:00, they decided to go to sleep. Rarity got an old mattress that Pinkie had peed on once after drinking too much cider, and they slept on it in their wet state. When they woke up, they took their morning pee in their shorts, wetting the already-stained mattress, giggling and enjoying the feeling, before they showered themselves and their outfits off, and Rarity walked Fluttershy home, telling anyone who walked by them they'd played in a sprinkler. Of course, they both changed into dry outfits once they got back home. And on Monday, Sunset got Principal Celestia to tell the school that some prankster had rigged Fluttershy's costume with something to simulate wetting, and that they had gotten detention for it. So no one made fun of Fluttershy.
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