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  1. diokno44x

    female Pooped my pants during PT

    So this occurred in late 1st grade. I was about seven years old. This happened during a physical training session with my therapist. This was after she found out the fact I was still padded. Anyway, this was Midway through our session. I was doing an exercise where I was seated stop her lap, and had to touch my to without bending all the way down. I had been feeling odd for a bit before the session began, but just put it off, thinking it was nothing. As I bent forward a bit, I let out this loud, brassy fart, and began to unload into my PullUps. I recall us stopping, and Brenda asking if I had to use the bathroom. I told her no, and she took me out to the car so my mom could change me into a fresh pair
  2. rachelkirwan

    Nude Photoshoot Acident

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    Can you have an accident and wet yourself while naked? The answer is apparently yes. This model is desperate when she arrives for her nude photoshoot, but she isn't allowed to use the washroom. Stripped naked, she struggles to hold on until she eventually wets herself, but the shoot must go on. Enjoy, Rach

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  3. diokno44x

    Preschool/Daycare Accidents

    Now, accidents, I'm sure most of us had them when we were younger. For this, I'm focusing on the ages, between say, 3 and 7. I want you guys to try and recall memories, no matter how vague. While the majority of stories will be wetting accidents, poop accidents are allowed. Since I started the thread, its only fair I start it off. Now, this story takes me back. It was in 2003 or so. I was about five years old, maybe five and a half. I went to the local YMCA for preschool, or maybe it was daycare. Maybe it was both, moving on. I was wearing a light blue shirt, dark blue sweatpants, and some shoes. Now, here's the thing, gonna lay a little backstory about me back then. You see, I wasn't technically potty trained. True, I knew how to use the toilet, and how to tell when I had to go, but using diapers and beings changed seemed to help me bond more with my mom. I wasn't nervous about using diapers, and was never caught, not even by the staff. I would fill them, and no one would notice. On that day, I had a pretty substantial breakfast, including a bottle of milk or two. On that day, we were studying the Chinese Zodiac. We were called up to pick the animal we were born under, cut it out, and get it pasted onto two Popsicle sticks. I, at the time, thought I had been born under the dragon, because dragons are cool, and I liked them. What my five year old mind didn't know, which I would find out a few years after, when I was eight or nine, was that, being born in early February, I was actually a tiger, but that's beside the point. I cut out my paper dragon, and joined my classmates in the line. I only knew a few of them by name, but we didn't keep in touch. I was near the back of the line. It was a moment later that breakfast came to haunt me. I felt a sharp tingling sensation in my bladder, and my bowels felt quite full. I gently rubbed my stomach, rubbing my legs together. I normally wouldn't worry about using my diaper, but with the teacher so close, and several other kids behind me, I feared they would sniff me out. I didn't know whether or not some of my classmates were in diapers, or Pull-Ups, I never noticed if they were. Normally, I would just let go into my diaper, or find a place to relax, but I didn't want to lose my spot in line, or tell the teacher where I had been. I could already feel a few dribbles spurt into my padding, and something shifting in my gut. I knew I wouldn't hold it in much longer. I "accidentally" dropped my paper crane. My dark blue sweatpants hid my diaper pretty well. I bent down to pick it up, and began to push. I smiled as I felt a stream of urine soak my diaper, warming it up. At the same time, I blasted out a fart, muffled by my diaper and pants, and began to fill the back with a squishy mush. I stood up, got my paper dragon glued, and went on my stinky way. I was later change in the car, or get changed, rather. I shall share more stories at a later date, in the mean time, why don't you guys share yours?
  4. It was going to be a close run thing, and she knew it. Abby had double booked herself. It was her best friend Mike's 18th birthday, and they had been planning a night out for so long. It had been the topic of conversation since they were about 14, their first, legal night out. Problem was, she had also agreed to go on a team building session with work, and it had happened to fall on the same day. The session was a boozy lunch, followed by the normal team building activities. The problem was it was in Warrington, which was a 90 minute coach journey away. The return coach was scheduled to leave at 5:30, arriving back at 7, and she'd arranged to meet in a local Wetherspoons at 7:30. The team building had actually been a really good day. She worked as an accountants PA, so itt was a very male orientated job. Infact there were only 3 women on the trip. Sue, who was the boss, and a very formidable woman. You would certainly not cross her, and Katerina, a Hungarian graduate, who's English was tenuous at best. As an 18 year old trainee Abby had felt quite vulnerable on a coach with 19 men, but it had been fine, she'd received a lot of attention and been made to feel very welcome. She'd had 2 glasses of wine at lunch, and she really wasn't used to drinking. She felt OK though, as she'd drank about 2 pints of water in the afternoon whilst outside doing the physical tasks; she did, however, groaned a little at the suggestion to go to a local pub before the bus came. She really wasn't used to drinking and with a night out tonight planned more alcohol was not what she needed. Nevertheless, Andy was buying a round so she joined in. As soon as they got into the pub Abby made her excuses and dashed to the little girls room, It was only when she sat and released her pent up urine she realised how badly she'd had to go, it felt glorious, and she peed and peed and peed for ages. As she re-entered the bar she was greeted by Andy, who proudly handed her a pint of lager. "A pint" she gasped, "Of course" replied Andy, "You're one of the boys now". Abby groaned inwardly at this, a pint of lager was the last thing she would have chosen, but, she was happy to be included so she accepted and gulped it down. Just as she was finishing this one, the regional manager Steve approached with another. "I'm really pleased you've settled in so well Abby" he said, "Its a pleasure to have some women on these trips, they're always so testosterone fueled. She settled back and had a bit of a chat, getting on the good side of the management was going to be a great move. With about half a pint left, the coach pulled up outside. Sue made a beeline for the ladies, and Abby made to follow her, but John grabbed her arm. "Come on Abs, coach is here" he said, "lets get to the back like the cool kids". Abby thought about protesting, but she didn't really need to go, she'd only just been, it was only precautionary, and a 90 minute journey was absolutely nothing. She'd be fine she told herself, chugging down the end of her beer, and following on. Half an hour later, and Abby was starting to worry that she'd made a mistake. Her bladder was making itself known BIG TIME. Had she still been in the pub she'd be heading for the ladies, but she wasn't, and while she wasn't bursting yet, she was really concerned with how quickly her need had developed over the past 30 minutes. None of the guys seemed to notice though, and she was still involved in the conversation, so it wasn't an issue, she tried to tell herself. Another half an hour passed, but, as she feared, her need was building with each passing minute, and she was now bursting to go. Really bursting. She'd gone really quiet, and was pressing her legs together tightly. Her mind was racing. She needed to go so badly, but there was nowhere she could go. A glance at her watch told her there was still half an hour to go, and that was going to be torture. She'd be fine if her need didn't increase, but she knew it was going to. It was the lager, she thought, why had she downed 2 full pints, why didn't she have her precautionary wee before she left. Oh god, this couldn't be happening. She was snapped out of her silent turmoil by John, "Are you OK Abby?" he asked "You've gone very quiet all of a sudden". "Ooh, ah, erm, yeah" stammered Abby, "I'm just, erm, tired, that's all" she added. "It has been a long day" said John, "Drink in the afternoon always does that to me, could be worse though, I'm busting for a piss" he added smiling, trying to make her feel better. It didn't though, if anything she felt worse, she couldn't admit her need to a group of male work colleagues, she just couldn't, but now he was going to be open about his. Ten minutes later, and her need had risen to almost new heights, she was at the stage now where she'd be dropping whatever she was doing and running to the ladies room wherever she was, she was absolutely bursting, verging on desperate, and for the first time was seriously beginning to doubt whether she would be able to wait. as she tried to think this through, she noticed to her horror, the coach was slowing to a stop. The tannoy system crackled into life. "OK gents" started the driver, we've hit a bit of a delay, there's been an accident, shouldn't take too long to get through though, bear with me and I'll have you home as quick as I can. An audible groan went up, as the coach ground to a halt. The news was a disaster for Abby, who had been conting down the seconds towards their 7 o'clock arrival, that seemed nigh on impossible, but to add a delay to that was terrifying. They sat still for 5 minutes, before Andy stood up, "its no good" he declared, I absolutely have to piss, I literally can't hold it, and he dashed off the the front. "Me too" chimed Colin, "oh fuck, I'm glad you said that" added Steve, "my eyes are floating", in total 6 guys dashed to the front and started arguing with the driver. Abby's mind was whirring, would he stop for them, there must be a services close by, oh god, a toilet would be luxury, thank god for John she thought, The driver will have to stop for us now. As she convinced herself that a toilet was imminent, she was absolutely horrified to see the doors open, and the 6 lads jump off. She watched in horror as they dashed to the hard shoulder. John was unzipping his fly as he ran, and one by one they pulled out their willies and let rip, 6 furious desperate gushers. Abby almost started to cry. How she longed to join them, but there was nowhere for a desperate girl to squat. Without thinking she pressed a hand between her legs, something she'd only ever done when absolutley frantic. She was approaching crisis point, if all the boys were weeing here did that mean they wouldn't stop at a toilet? The thought was almost too much to bear, Oh God she needed to go, she found herself actually contemplating popping a squat. There was no shame, all the boys had been, and she'd drunk just as much as them, could she ask them to stand guard. God the thought was horrifying, no, she couldn't do it, she had to wait, she hoped the other girls would need to go too, Suddenly, out of nowhere, Katerina stood up. "OH NO" she shouted "Me go too, me pee pee now, oh no, oh no" Abby watched aghast, surely not, she couln't be, girls didn't wee in public. Katerina dashed down the aisle though frantically unbuckling her belt. "I sorry, I sorry" she gasped. Sue stood up too. Katerina, get back in here at once" she commanded, but poor Katerina looked like she'd gone beyond the point of no return, she pulled down her jeans as she clambered off the bus, and immediately dropped to her haunches, letting out the most unbelievable blast of pee. Her legs were shaking as her eyes rolled back into her head. Abby looked out of the window, she could see everything. Katerina had literally no privacy, her most intimate parts on display to a busy motorway full of people. Horns started to blast, and abby could clearly see the middle aged man in the old VW beetle next to her filming on his phone, the lads from the bus all headed back, and also started to jeer her, but her stream blasted on and on. The poor girl must've been beside herself. Abby had never peed in public before. Girls just didn't do that, whatever happened she had to hold on until she was in a proper toilet. She was very very desperate now though, so there could be no pretense, she had to make the bus stop at the next available ladies room! All the boys made their way back to their seats as Katrina sheepishly boarded the coach, there was a quite obvious wet patch between her legs where she had obviously started to wet herself. She was greeted at the door by Sue, with a face like thunder. "What the fuck was that" she boomed "You can't just drop your knickers and piss in the street, you're representing the company, its an absolute disgrace. "I sorry" gasped Katarina, tears flowing down her face "I needed peepee, I no wait" "You're a 32 year old women" scalded Sue, "not a 12 year old boy, women don't just piss in public, they hold it until they reach a proper facility." "I know" said Katarina, "but I needed so bad, I no wait any more". "Its just not good enough Katarina, you will get an official warning for this" . "But, boys they pee pee" said Katarina, trying to argue; Sue shot her down "Don't you dare take that tone with me, we all know its diffierent men, women must hold. I didn't need to drop my knickers on a crowded motorway, young Abby there has managed to sit quietly without flashing herself to the world, neither of us have started to piss in their knickers, just sit down and have a long hard think about what you've just done". As Katarina sat down, Abby felt she was reaching the end of her tether. She was absolutely desperate to make the coach stop, and almost didnt care where, she was at the point where a ladies room would be a luxury, anywhere but in her pants would do. She longed to run down the coach tell Sue of her need, but she had been horrified by the way she'd reacted to poor Katerina. She had been screeched at and was facing a disciplinary, but oh god, what Abby would do to swap places with her now and have an empty bladder. Instead it felt like there was an entire reservoir between her hips, and it was all pressing against her tiny little wee hole, screaming to get out. It was only 5 minutes until the bus was on its way again, but it could have been 5 hours. Her whole world was centered between her legs, and the incredible fight her tortured young vagina was fighting. The tannoy system crackled into life again. "Traffic has cleared folks, we'll be back home in about 15 minutes" said the driver cheerily. "Christ Abs" said John, breaking her out of her internal termoil for a second, "I'll tell you what I was desperate back there, I don't know what I'd have done if the driver didn't let us off, theres no way I'd have been able to hold on another 15 minutes, I'd have had to have let go on the coach. I swear to god, I'd have pissed my pants for sure. Do you not need to go too? you drank the same as us, you were guzzling down that water earlier." Abby's mind was racing. He'd caught her on the hop, she couldn't just come out with it and tell him, however much her body was screaming at her to admit her need, to tell everyone she was more desperate than she'd been in her entire life, to make the bus stop, and to wee and wee and wee, but she had to stay professional. "erm, well, yes actually" she replied, blushing beet red, "I'm afraid I'll have to make a dash for the little girls room when we get back, I'll be OK though" her body was sending out urgent distress signals like it couldn't believe what she had said. She wouldn't be alright, hell she wasn't alright now, she was absolutely desperate. Easily as desperate as she'd ever been in her entire life, with no way of finding relief for 15 minutes, and putting on a pretense that she didn't need to go badly at all. John, now freshly relieved, wouldn't leave her alone though, "wow, you're a better person than me then, they say you girls are made of strong stuff, honestly, I thought I was going to wet myself. Oh the relief when I could let it out, God it felt amazing." Abby's bottom lip started to tremble as she fought back tears, how she longed for that feeling. "I tell you what though, what about Katerina, can you believe that, I've never seen anything like it, just knickers down, arse out, pissing away in public, the dirty bitch." "Nice bush though" chirped Colin, who'd also found relief, "I got a sneaky pic, I'll be sticking that online later on, If she's gonna get her gash out in public, shes gonna get it shown off." "she must've have been bursting" added Steve, did you see the size of the wet patch, she'd actually started to piss herself." "She probably got off on it, the dirty cow, "I've heard those foreigners are into that sort of thing", added another man. Abby could barely believe what she was hearing. What she thought were a lovely group of lads were disgusting, middle aged perverts. If they talked like that about a middle aged woman with a hairy bush, how would they react to her tender, perfectly shaved slit. There was absolutely no way she could allow them that satisfaction, she had to hold on, she just HAD to. Another 5 minutes passed by agonisingly slowly, and poor Abby was frantic now, absolutely beside herself, she was now not only as desperate as she had ever been, but also, more desperate than she had ever imagined possible, She'd been trying to press between her legs for the past few minutes, but John kept looking over. Each wave seemed to be more intense than the last and her vision was starting to blur. She had to do something to help her tiring muscles, so she tried to bring up her foot onto the chair, as she lifted her bum off the seat all of the urine seemed to pour to her entrance, a strong burning sensation spread through her abdomen, and hssssssssss, she couldn't stop it, just for a split second, a tiny spurt had escaped, she was powerless to resist, she'd actually started to wet herself. "MMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHH" she grunted, "OH NO", as she slammed her foot beneath her, and dropped her tender, fleshy labia down hard onto the heel. "AAAAHHHHHHH" she gasped, as her tortured private parts finally had some help, and it brought her back from the brink. Only at that point did she notice John staring. "Are you OK Abby?" he asked, "what's up?", "Oh, err, well, nothing really" she stammered as another urged pulsed over her, and she ground her frantic pussy into her heel, "Its OK" said John, perfectly aware what the issue was, "you'll make it, just hang on." At that point, her phone started to ring, she looked down to see 'Mike Calling'. It was 7:20, she was supposed to be meeting them in ten minutes, she'd completely forgotten. She was barely capable of logical thought any more. All she could think about was keeping her knickers dry. She answered the phone. "ABBY BABES, HIYA" beamed Mike, obviously delighted to talk to his friend, "WHERE ARE YOU?" "Erm, still on the bus" stammered Abby, trying to sound normal. "Still?" enquired Mike, well I hope you'e coming straight here, it ain't my birthday without you here." YES, that was it, thought Abby, Wetherspoons was this side of town, she was only 2 minutes away, if she could get dropped off there she'd be in the toilet within 3 minutes, Oh my god, she was going to make it. "yes Mike" she shouted a little too loudly, "I'll get dropped there" "OH YAY" shouted Mike, as he started to ramble, "Mike" gasped Abby, "Mike please" trying to calm him down, "there isn't a queue is there?" "What?" replied Mike, "A queue to get in" she replied, she knew it got busy on a Friday night, "Mike, theres no way I can stand in a queue" The thought of it sent a shiver through her, she'd pee her pants for sure. "Mike please, its really important, did you queue to get in." "No babe, No queue, why?" doesn't matter" she replied "see you soon". She hung up the phone with a new optimism, and scanned out of the window, they were nearly there, but she was at the back of the bus, she had to make the driver stop, it'd all happened so soon. she whipped her foot from underneath her and stood up. Her bladder protested as it was shaken and pressed, another desperate, burning urge overtook her, and she pressed her hand hard into her crotch, she started down the aisle, but after about 5 steps, she had to stop and break into a full pee dance."OH NO, OH No" she moaned as she pressed both hands into her crotch and bent double "oh god oh god oh god," she staggered down the coach, ignoring the jeers of the other passengers. "WHAT ON EARTH" shouted Sue, but as she approached the driver, literally she didn't have a second to spare. "Please stop the bus" she gasped. "Not yet love" replied the driver, "it'll only be 5 minutes." "PLEASE" she shouted, "I need to get off here" Her body was shaking as the thought of denial tormented her, "I'm meeting friends in Wetherspoons", "I can't I'm af....." the driver started to talk, as Abby's bladder pulsed again, another split second burst blasted into her knickers. "PLEASE" she sobbed, talking over him, barely stopping for air, "PLEASE STOP, I mean pleasee, erm, please" It was no good she was going to have to beg. A single tear rolled down her cheek, "Please, if you don't stop now I am going to wee myself, its coming out, please, please have mercy, i have about 30 seconds and its over, I need a wee, I need a wee, oh god please, please, just let me go to the toilet, please just stop the bus, don't make me wet myself, Arrgh, it hurts, I'm absolutely desperate, you don't understand, you have to stop the bus now" "OK, OK, for fuck's sake, girls on these trips are a fucking nightmare, just hold it for 30 seconds while I park up. "Ohmygodyes" she blurted out, "Thankyou thankyou thankyou." she was almost climbing the walls clawing at the door when he finally pulled over, with her right hand actually inside her knickers pressing as hard as she could directly onto her bursting peehole. She staggered off the coach barely aware if she was weeing or not. She was in a blind panic, her bladder screamed at her, it NEEDED to be emptied, her pussy burned and throbbed and pulsed, her legs were shaking as she tried frantically to keep control. Desperately she turned and headed towards Wetherspoons. She could barely walk, it was more of a desperate waddle, keeping her thighs pressed firmly together. She wanted so badly just to drop everything and run, but there was no way her bladder could take it. "Come on, come on," she whimpered to herself, willing herself on, she had to hold on, she had to, girls always found that bit of extra strength. "just a few more seconds, hold it, you can do it." she was willing herself on, silently praying to God, Allah, Buddah, anyone or anything, just to keep her peehole squeezed shut for just a few more seconds. She staggered round the corner and there it was, Wetherspoons, and Mike was right, there was no queue. "Oh thank fuck" she gasped, "Come on Abby" Her bladder thrashed and screamed, almost as if it knew relief was close, "please, please, please", she took her hand away from her vagina as she approached the pub, in an attempt to look normal. The loos were just inside the door, she was going to be OK she thought as she waddled through the doors, when a bouncer stepped infront of her, blocking her path. "ID please love". "WHAT! NO!" She gasped, this couldn't be happening, she was literally seconds away from pissing herself, "Oh god, no" she gasped again. "Excuse me?" asked the bouncer. "Oh shit, please" there was no pretense any more, "Please, please, please, just let me in, I have ID but I'm literally desperate for the toilet, I've been on a coach for so long and it was stuck in traffic and loads of people got to wee, but I didn't, and I'm bursting, Plleeeeeease" "That's very interesting, Love." he said very condescendingly, "But I have to insist on your ID, just doing my job, its illegal to let you in if you look under 25 and I haven't checked" Her mind raced, and her bladder screamed. "Please" she said as she pressed her hand back into her crotch, "Please" she couldn't even think straight, her legs were shaking, her need seemed to be rising as her bladder fought to void itself, her tight little vagina was clenched, but it was hurting so badly. "Look, you're not getting in without ID, so if you have ID you need to get it now, and if you don't then you need to move on. I've seen it a thousand times before love, I'm not falling for your pathetic fake pee dance" The telling off was like a punch in the gut. there was no way she could take her hands away now, her legs were shaking, her whole body was convulsing, her pussy throbbed and burned. She opened her mouth to try and talk, but instead just burst into tears. She was hysterical."pleaseI'mnotlyingpleasehelpweeIneedohgodpleasenopee" her words garbled into one, tears rolled down her cheeks, her body became more and more frantic, then, without warning, pssssssssssss, she lost it, her little peehole gave up, just for a few seconds as her pee blasted into her knickers, her eyes shot wide open as she froze in place "no no no no no no no NO!" "Oh fuck no, oh god, its coming out!", Her eyes bulged wide, staring at the man, silently begging him for mercy, tears flowed down her cheeks, she was shaking as she pressed her hand harder into her pussy. her jeans felt really wet, and her whole abdomen now ached, she couldn't take it, pssssssss, another furious blast escaped her, this time worse than before, it was a full 7 seconds of hissing, thrashing red hot girl pee flooding her knickers. the wet spot spread now, and started to run down her legs. "I can't help it she cried, please, oh fuck no, please I'm peeing myself" "Christ Dan, she's pissing her pants" said the other bouncer, he looked down and saw the wet patch spreading and spreading, "Shit, you really do need to go don't you?" asked the bouncer, "Go on love, you better run in before you make a mess" "I-I can't" she stammered, It was too late, she was frozen to the spot, the pain too intense to move, it was over, the worst pang of pain she'd ever felt shot through her most intimate parts and then she closed her eyes, it wasn't worth fighting it any more, a warmth spread accross her abdomen as piss furiously gushed into her knickers, it was forcing its way out, thrashing down her legs pouring into her shoes, she was completley out of control. The pain slowly started to subside, as what felt like litre after litre of furious, gushing, hissing, red hot pee thrashed into her knickers. She felt herself going weak at the knees as her head spun, she was mortified, absolutely devastated, she couldn't believe what had happened, but at the same time, it felt so, so good for the pain to be over, her whole body awash with sensations of pleasure, as the seering hot liquid massaged her now super horny, and very releived girlhood. On and on the flood went as she stopped fighting and just let it happen. After about a minute her stream dwindled, and she clenched herself shut again, becoming painfully aware of her surroundings. Her cheeks blushed cherry red, in a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation and arousal. "Oh my god, that dirty bitch just, like, totally pissed herself" said a voice behind her, "Can you believe it, she must've been bursting" added another, "Bursting?" questioned a third voice, "a grown woman just pissed herself, you can't be that bursting, you can always hold on if you try, she must've got off on it, what a vile creature" Tears flowed down her face, as she ran back home, humiliated beyond belief. When she got home she thought about what had happened, and although she was devastated, she was pleased she'd avoided wetting herself on the bus, as she got in the shower, she fingered herself to one of the biggest orgasms of her life.. She felt so dirty, and it felt wrong, but at the same time the relief and the warmth had felt so so good. As she calmed down, she saw a text from Mike. "Where are you babe? Are you coming?" she giggled to herself, "like you wouldn't believe, Mike, but I'll never be going to Wetherspoons again!"
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    This is a Japanese omorashi fantasy film. It contains mainly diapers and wetting with a short messing scene. The film's plot description is below. The story is set around a schoolgirl who steps inside her bedroom mirror only to wake up the following day in a world of incontinence. In the classroom she pees her panties in front of her classmates who do not seem to care. Her sister wets her bed and her mother does not mind. The girl sitting at the desk in front of her wets her panties and nobody minds. In this world, peeing is normal. Another girl goes to the front of the class and is asked to solve a problem, and has a messy accident while doing so. Surprised by this new world, she goes to the school nurse to air her concerns, and the nurse diapers her. The girl returns to the classroom wearing her diaper and the other girls make fun of her. Later that day, three of her classmates ask if they can change her diaper and she lets them do it on top of the desks. She starts walking home from school with her diaper clearly showing. Each night she sleeps in a diaper, and each day she wears a diaper to school. One night in her sleep, she goes through the mirror back into the real world, but she continues to live a life of incontinence, much to the surprise of her mother who has a bed wetting daughter, and to the surprise of her classmates when she freely pees her panties in the classroom.

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    Over all these accident stories Stephanie has come a long way. In this post replying to Amanda V, once again Stephanie puts trivial tasks ahead of her bladder. This time it's a movie, and she's so used to the drill that she holds out as long as she can holding herself tightly during each scene. Eventually it's too much and she has to pause the movie, but even the short walk to her bathroom turns out to be more than her full bladder can handle. This time it happens however, she's totally alone and able to soak in the warm pleasantness that comes with peeing her pants. Stephanie even enjoys it for a few moments before remembering she just peed herself and her mom could walk through the door any minute. Sorry this one took a little long - in addition to my new schedule I've been selfish and wanted to enjoy drawing it while it lasted. I've waited a very long time to illustrate this story in Stephanie's timeline so I hope I didn't disappoint. There's one page halfway through with a little animation of her pee stain rapidly spreading (didn't time the frame rate properly) otherwise this is a fairly standard comic with the usual trimmings and features. I've added a censored version because even though the story itself contains plenty of nudity with Stephanie spending the aftermath wearing nothing but a shirt, I don't want anyone who's interested to miss out on this tale. Stephanie becomes one of us, and you guys are all amazing so please enjoy "For Amanda V" for me and look forward to more exciting omo content. The original text of this story can be found on Old Posts From the Toilet, Page #2031

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  7. Content note: wetting, bedwetting, alcohol, nudity, f/f sex, thoughts about mild humiliation Previously: A day in the life of Na Na: a night-time story "Tell me another story." --- Bodies entwined, warm skin on skin, soft sweet lips on mine tasting faintly of coffee and tobacco. A strong hand running through and playfully pulling my short hair. Another hand running down the length of my body, mapping it and finding the places that make me gasp, tingling touch feeling like tiny fireworks. Kissing harder now, that hand moving down between my legs to touch softly and tease; I push my hips forward yearning for more, yearning for fingers on my clit and fingers inside me, but she laughs softly and pulls back until she's barely stroking my soft pubic hair, driving me wild. The fingers retreat and explore some more, tracing over the soft curves of my hips, the flat expanse of my belly, moving downwards again. As she reaches the bottom of my tummy, my bladder awakens, a pleasant fullness that nonetheless I should probably attend to... In between kisses, I whisper - "Need to go pee." She shakes her head gently and begins to nibble on my shoulder. I gasp and forget about it for a while, until the slow circles of her hands' exploration bring her back to that spot again. "Really need to go," I whisper. "Silly thing," comes the reply, warm breath on my cheek, her voice soft and amused. "You're allowed to go right here." She slips her hand gently between my legs. I arch my back in pleasure, concentrating fully on the sensation and allowing my bladder to do what it will. I feel my muscles release their tension, then sudden warmth - my stream hitting her hand and flooding my crotch, then flowing down over my bottom to pool beneath me. She kisses me, hard. "Naughty girl. I love you." --- I woke up disoriented and massively horny; lay and savoured the shreds of dreams still drifting around my head. It slowly came to my attention that my hand was between my legs, and that felt good, so I stroked myself for a while, drifting in and out of awakeness. After some time, my bladder awoke and informed that, even though recently emptied, it still had a little bit left. I relaxed and let it come, warm pee trickling down my hand into the wetness of the bed. ...um. Oh, god. The wisps of dream fled as reality snapped back into shape. I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it: head swimming, tongue and eyeballs dry like sandpaper, the start of a headache making itself known. I realized I was naked under my duvet - unusual for me in this two-person dorm room. Starting to panic slightly, I spread my hands out to explore the bed, and found that I was lying in the middle of a pretty significant puddle. I hadn't wet the bed since I was a child. At least, not accidentally, not without protecting it first. I needed to clean this up fast, before Melissa... "Morning, sunshine! How's your head?" A pair of long tanned legs appeared, swinging out from the top bunk, rapidly followed by their owner - Melissa, my best friend and roommate, her short purple hair sticking out wildly, clad in a pair of boxer shorts and a Rosie the Riveter t-shirt. She dropped the last two feet and landed with a thump on the floor. "I'm feeling pretty cheerful considering. Maybe I'm still drunk." She ruffled my hair and headed for the shower. I lay, panicking, paralysed. The nearest washing machine was at the end of the hall, and I couldn't go out in my current soaking wet state without showering first. I thought about stripping the bed and hiding the evidence, then quickly getting dressed in some already-dirty clothes, but surely Melissa would notice the bare bed... The shower shut off and the door opened, releasing a cloud of steam and a towel-clad figure. She was humming to herself. Walking into the room, she paused, sniffed, headed back to the bathroom, sniffed again, came back and knelt by my bed. "An-na-na," she said gently, "did you wet your bed?" I found myself reddening, unable to answer. To my mortification, I could feel tears coming. "Aw, love." She planted a friendly kiss on my forehead and ruffled my hair. "I guess that was kinda my fault. You aren't much of a drinker, are you? Maybe we should have stopped after the second round of tequila. Let's get you cleaned up. Go have a shower and then I'll help you strip your bed." I inched my legs towards the edge of the bed, emerging from the covers, and got as far as my knees before a couple of realizations hit me. "Lissa... I'm naked. And I'm really wet and I'm afraid of dripping on the floor." She laughed, then clapped a hand over her mouth. "Sorry. Not taking the piss. No pun intended. You don't remember much of last night, do you?" "...no?" "Well. Without meaning to embarrass you, you were pretty out of it. Do you remember peeing on the walk home?" "...oh god..." "We were walking back from Ophie's along the canal -" "We were in Ophie's?" "Yeah, that's where the tequila happened, after Pablo's closed." "I don't even remember that at all." "So we were walking back along the canal, and I was holding your arm and trying not to let you fall in. You stopped and turned to me and said 'I wanna pee in the canal', but you didn't actually get that far. You just giggled, hiked up your skirt, and wee'd in your panties." "Holy crap. Lissa, I'm so sorry..." "Nah, it was hilarious. You're such a cute drunk. So you pulled your skirt back down and we continued walking like nothing had happened. When we got home we were both knackered, but I figured I probably shouldn't let you go to bed with wet knickers, so I told you to take them off, and you just got completely naked. You're so skinny! I think that's the first time I've seen you totally undressed." I blushed. I hadn't told Melissa how much of a crush I had on her, since I knew she wasn't into girls. An echo of my dream shot through my head and I blushed even harder. "Then you said you wanted to take a shower, and I figured I should probably watch to make sure you didn't like drown or something. So you walk into the bathroom and say 'Need a pee.', pop a squat in the shower tray, and go right there." "Lissa, I am so mortified." "It's so funny, you're so shy about it when you're sober. You know I don't care about people weeing in front of each other, right?" ...and I certainly hadn't told her about how much peeing turned me on. I must have come across as a prude, when I was just trying not to perv over her on the numerous occasions she'd happily improvised a bathroom. "Anyway, after that you take a shower and don't drown, and then I put you to bed. And here we are. So that's why you're naked. How about we solve both these problems at once?" She stood and unwrapped her towel, revealing a slim but wiry body that looked like it had seen beaches and sunshine and plenty of exercise. As she knelt down again, I got a brief flash of a neat stripe of dark pubic hair and a pair of modest breasts with small pink nipples, before she held out the towel and waggled it, blocking my view. I had never had the experience of being so embarrassed and also turned on at the same time, and I felt unfamiliar emotions rising inside me. I didn't have long to consider them, though: "Jump out and let's get you dried off." I folded the duvet back and pushed myself towards the edge of the bed, the soaked sheets squishing underneath me, sat up, put my feet down on the floor, and stood up tentatively, holding onto the bed for support. My head swam. Melissa closed in with the towel, wrapping it around me and rubbing me dry - back first, then bum, then legs, kneeling down in front of me. The lingering aftereffects of the dream made me want to push my hips towards her, and my already-burning cheeks felt like they would light up the room. She stood up and handed me the towel, and I wrapped it hastily around myself and fled for the shower. As I turned the shower on, I realized I was probably being rude, so as I was waiting for it to warm up I stuck my head back around the door: "Thank you so much. Like, seriously. I owe you one. Maybe more than one." Melissa - completely naked in the middle of the room, half-lit by a narrow beam of sunlight coming through the small window - turned and chuckled. "Don't worry about it, chick. I know you'd do the same for me." As I washed, I thought about that flash of emotion earlier. Something about humiliation and arousal. A line from my dream drifted by: 'Naughty girl.' Was that something I was into? I shut the water off, grabbed a towel and dried off, emerged back into the room to grab some clothes from my shelf, went back into the bathroom to change. Melissa was still undressed, wandering around and tidying up last night's detritus. I'd left the bathroom door open while I was changing; halfway through, a hand appeared round the door and slung a bundle of clothing in the vague direction of the laundry basket. "I'll get that later!" There was a pause. "Hey, are you okay with me being in the buff? I don't want to freak you out or anything. It's just nice and sunny and warm." "Uh ... it's fine!" It would be fine, definitely, I told myself. I didn't like being naked in front of others an awful lot, but I was pretty used to locker rooms, averting eyes, and just getting on with it. I emerged fully clothed from the bathroom, and was relieved (and, secretly, slightly disappointed) to find Melissa had donned a pair of black panties and a 'Fight Like A Girl' vest. She turned and wrapped me in a hug. "There we go. You're alright. Let's get this bed done." As we stripped the bed, using my towel from earlier to soak up the puddle, I was incredibly relieved to find that the college had anticipated this situation, and had wrapped the mattress in a waterproof cover. I guessed that drunken students with poor bladder control were probably pretty common in the dorm. "It feels like you've done this before?" I asked as I separated wet duvet cover from wet duvet and dumped both in a bag to take to the laundry. "I had a friend in school ... put it this way, whenever we went on a night out, she would have wet herself by the time we got home. She lived pretty near me, and was terrified of her parents finding out. My dad slept like a log" - I remembered that her mom had moved out when we were about fourteen - "so I would just take her to mine, get her showered, and give her some clothes to go home in." "You went out drinking in school?" "Of course, everybody did! When you're sixteen and tall, you just go somewhere the bouncers don't look closely at your ID... wait, you never drank til you got to college?" "I mean, I didn't even really drink much in first year either." She laughed. "No wonder you get so blootered. I think I've got a lot more practice than you. Listen, next time we go out, I'm gonna make sure you take it a bit easier than me. But I want you to know that if you ever find yourself having an unscheduled bathroom break in your pants -" This got a giggle from me, and a wide smile from Melissa. "- then you'll be alright with me. I'll take care of you, chica." "Thank you so much." Her hands still occupied with wet laundry, she sidestepped over to me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Alright, Annabel Natalie, let's get this stuff washed."
  8. I'm feeling slightly nostalgic this evening, possibly due to the glorious weekend weather we've had (here in the south of England at least anyway!) and as such I thought it would be an ideal opportunity to share one of my favourite ever desperate holds which resulted in a huge wetting accident. I'm in the mood to maybe have another hold this evening as it's been simply ages since I last had one. That depends how I feel over the next hour or so. Anyway here's the full story behind my wetting that day as well as a link to it if you'd like to see. Hope you all enjoy it! "I had met up with a good friend tonight at a local pub and although I had gone to the bathroom before heading out I decided that I wouldn't go to the toilet for the duration of the evening. Now to begin with this wasn't a problem and we had drunk 3 pints each without myself feeling the need to empty my bladder or use the bathroom. There was a good local band playing in the pub as well which contributed to the atmosphere and we were really enjoying ourselves. As we ordered a 4th pint each my friend told me that he would have to leave soon in order to catch the train home (he lives about a 20 minute train ride from me). This was probably just as well as mid way through my 4th pint I felt a distinct urge to go the toilet and I knew before long that due to the amount of beer I was consuming I was going to be pretty desperate soon enough (my friends don't know about my desperation fetish and I'd prefer to keep it that way!) We finished our pints and he head off back to the station and I told him that I would probably stay until closing to see the rest of the band's performance, hopefully he didn't notice me slightly squirming around in my chair as I said that. I ordered one more pint and enjoyed the band's cover of the classic Undertones track 'Teenage Kicks' all the while feeling a distinct and large growing kick of my own in my bladder which was quickly calling for release. After about 20 minutes I drained my beer saying goodnight to the local staff who know me quite well and hoped they didn't clock on to the fact that I was walking rather quickly as my desperation began to grow ever more urgent! My flat is about a 15 minute walk from the pub and I walked back quickly, occasionally grabbing my crotch as I did so as the pressure on my bladder began to increase and I realised I was at a solid 8.5 on my desperation scale and I should hurry home if I didn't want to have an embarrassing accident in the street on a Friday night. By the time I made it home and into the safety of my apartment I was clearly at a 9 and edging towards 9.5, my God did I have to pee but I decided to go onto my balcony for a cigarette ( a terrible vice of mine is that when I have a few drinks I have to have a few smokes). Going back into the cold air of a Friday night so soon after retreating to the warmth of my flat was a huge mistake and I thought I was going to lose control of my bladder there and then! I somehow managed to hold my pee, grabbing my crotch for dear life with one hand whilst the other soothed my nicotine desire as I puffed away on my cigarette. As I headed back inside and closed the balcony door behind me, I was faced with a stark choice; quickly run to the toilet to relieve my aching bladder or see my hold til the bitter end before wetting my pants. Well I'd had a few drinks inside me so I thought what the hell and decided to film my final frantic desperation. I honestly tried my best to hold my pee and ignore the frantic signals my bladder was giving me but it was no use. Within a short time, my body betrayed me and I began to feel a desperately relieving warmth spurt into my underwear and rapidly run down my legs. Oh God! The relief was incredible and so was the feeling of losing control of my bladder as I relentlessly and completely pissed myself. It just wouldn't stop! The rapidly gushing pee ran all down my legs completely soaking my pants and chinos and for over a minute and a half I emptied the contents of my bladder into my clothes. By the time I was finished, my poor chinos were just dripping with warm piss and I was just kneeling there in a huge soppy pissy puddle of my own making! Now I'm sitting back at my PC typing out the account of my evening knowing I should really go and change into some dry clothes but the feeling of sitting in my own wet soaking mess is incredible and I might just enjoy the feeling a little while longer. I can already begin to feel my bladder filling rapidly due to the amount of liquid I've consumed and I'm sorely tempted to just sit here and let nature take its course. I think by then I may have to take control of the other 'feeling' quickly growing and relieve myself of that particular tension as well. Of course that will result in a different sticky type of wetness altogether!!"
  9. Alltheomorashi

    Team Spirit

    What better way to return to the scene then with a story. I hope I have not lost my touch and you all enjoy. ———————————————— The whole school had been buzzing with excitement all day. Homecoming could not compare, the football game tonight was the biggest of the entire season. Kaitlynn, a senior and well established member of the school cheer squad, had to be the most excited of all to watch her school face off against their rivals. The head cheerleader had been working on the routine for weeks, and by now it came to every member of the squad as easily as breathing did. All during the school day Kaitlynn was filled with excess energy in anticipation of the game. Kaitlynn had so much energy running through her at the end of the day that she decided it would be best to work out the nerves prior to by going for a run. So, she headed to the women’s locker room and went to her locker. She quickly changed into her gym clothes, grabbed and filled a water bottle, then made her way over to the track. She had sipped quite a bit of water on her way over so she refilled the water bottle once there and then set off to run a couple miles. By the time she had finished she had successfully worked out her nerves and did not have long until she would need to be out on the field. She quickly chugged down the rest of her water bottle as she made her way back to the locker room, ducking inside in haste to avoid being late. She strips down to the nude, her entire body exposed to the locker room air as she showered. Someone cleared their throat behind her and she quickly spun around to see Hunter, school photographer, standing behind her. He quickly looks up and down her naked form. “What are you doing in the woman’s locker room!” Kaitlynn squeals. Hunter shook his head with a laugh. “This is the men’s locker room. I forgot my watch in here after taking it off for PE class,” Hunter explains and he holds up the watch in question. Kaitlynn’s face turns bright red. Hunter just shakes his head, retrieves a towel, and tosses it to her. “You may want to hurry. The game starts soon and you wouldn’t want to be late.” “Thank you!” Kaitlynn tells him as she dries off, wraps herself in a towel, and swiftly leaves the men’s locker room before ducking into the correct one. She goes to her locker and pulls on her red cheer panties and short skirt before putting on a black push up bra and then the red cropped shirt brandishing her school’s initials. She double checks that her long, black hair is secured tightly into its ponytail, and fixes her bangs before finally putting on her socks and black tennis shoes and rushing out to the football field. The first quarter sails by quickly. She and the rest of the members of the team spend the majority of the time standing with only occasional breaks to sit down when there is action on the field or the referee is deliberating on a particularly tough call. The rest of the time is spent stood up, bouncing around and trying to keep the crowd’s energy up. At some point, Kaitlynn noticed Hunter standing to the side taking photos of the game and occasionally grabbing photos of the enthusiastic cheer squad as well. She then grows nervous. She knows he had already had his camera with him when he spotted her in the locker room. Had he taken her photo before announcing his presence to her? She suddenly became terrified of the possibility and so during the next lull in action she decided to approach him instead of sitting down. As she walked over she began to feel a pang in her bladder but she pushed it aside, it was not as if she could leave the field anyway. She walked up rob Hunter and opened her mouth to speak but before she could say a single word Hunter was cutting her off. “I didn’t take any photos of you while you were in the locker room. Just so you know.” Kaitlynn blushed at having made such a snap judgment. “Sorry” she mumbled. “Don’t worry about it. I guess it is a pretty fair question. Looks like you’re up though, better go back over to your squad and look pretty” he joked. Kaitlynn nodded happily, feeling so relieved that she had not needed to worry. But her worries were actually just beginning. It was about halfway through the second quarter when Kaitlynn realized that her bladder was getting very full. Full enough for her to worry about. This was why she preferred basketball season. During basketball season they got to spend more time sitting and on break, and the nearest bathrooms were in the locker rooms connected to the gym so it was easy to sneak out for a quick pee break. On the football field you had to walk back to the school and then down several hallways before reaching a bathroom, which meant it took to long to try and sneak away during the game. Sure, for the spectators half time provided plenty of time for that, but the cheer squad has to do a routine at the end of half time to renew the crowd’s energy right before play restarts and the spectator induced lines would surely prevent Kaitlynn from returning in time for the performance. So she could do nothing but pray her bladder held out until the end of the game, even though she could feel it continue to fill. As the end of the second quarter neared, Kaitlynn was growing incredibly desperate. She was not sure how long the game had been going on by that point but it felt as if it had been hours. She cursed the shortness of her skirt, for making her panties so visible. If she leaked almost every move would expose the wet spot to the crowd. Signs of her desperation were beginning to poke through, but everyone else was oblivious to her plight. Everyone, except Hunter. Hunter had become fascinated with wetting recently, scanning through different sites and forums online. He marveled at the photos some people would submit, but had resigned himself to never having the opportunity to take such photos himself. But standing on the field, watching Kaitlynn silently struggle, he began to think his luck may have changed. He may have been school photographer but the camera was his own, and he had the perfect cover to take photos of Kaitlynn’s desperation since he was there’s no official school business to document the game for the school’s homepage. He decided that he would do his job yes, take photos of the football game he could barely understand, of the other cheerleaders. He would make sure he had amazing shots to present to the principal on Monday. But he would also make sure to get photos of poor, desperate Kaitlynn for his own enjoyment during the upcoming weekend. His Friday night had suddenly gotten a whole lot better. Half time rolled around and the bleachers began to clear a bit as people left to grab food and drinks from the nearby concessions stand or to run to the bathroom. Kaitlynn stared at these people jealously, wishing she were them before finding herself a spot on the grass to sit. She assumed sitting would help but even still she squirmed. She didn’t know how she would last another minute, let alone the rest of the game. She already knew there was no way she could squat somewhere with so many people out on the field but she looked around for one anyway, squirming in place and fantasizing about finding a secluded bush to squat behind and let loose. The image caused her to leak into her pants and she squealed in surprise before quickly grasping her crotch to prevent any more from leaking out. The other girls in the squad were all chatting and laughing with each other, oblivious to poor Kaitlynn’s desperate need as she jumped up and began to pace a bit, taking advantage of everyone else’s distraction to dance around a bit. Of course Hunter was not distracted in the slightest. He had excitedly captured photos of her squirming, had been delighted to grab one of her pressing her hands to her crotch to avoid leaking further, and he now had a few photos of her dancing around. He was in heaven and prayed the show wouldn’t end. He saw Kaitlynn suddenly plop back down onto the grass and decided to move as close as he could without giving away his actions, wondering what her next plan of action was. Kaitlynn had given up on the idea of making it through the whole game. Her entire bladder was on fire, but an idea had come to her mind. Some of the other girls had taken seats right by her and she was wary they would notice but she figured she could get away with it. So she carefully maneuvered her hands to underneath her and began to work her red panties down her thighs, exposing her womanhood to the grass beneath her. The other girls remained oblivious, even as Hunter’s eyes widened. It was hard to see and he certainly did not have the right angle to take a photo but he could tell. Yes he could tell what she was planning on doing. Feeling mischievous, Hunter went over and leaned down next to her, whispering in her ear “You really have to go that bad?”. Kaitlynn’s face flushed red, looking up at Hunter in panic. He snickered and say directly across from her. “I would sit cross legged or else you will probably wet your skirt” he advised. Kaitlynn knew he was right but they also both knew this would give Hunter a great view of the show from his position. He raised one eyebrow at her before she bit her lip nervously and then took his advice. Hunter was in disbelief, openly staring at Kaitlynn’s quivering vagina as she blushed. Kaitlynn hesitated for a moment but then swallowed her pride and let go, her stream pouring out of her. She sighed in relief as she slowly emptied herself into the grass, Hunter staring at the beautiful sight in front of him. What felt like only seconds later Hunter noticed something behind Kaitlynn and abruptly stood up, smirking at her. He then walked off back to where he’d have great shots of the field. Kaitlynn was about to question his sudden movement when she was surprised by the voice of one of her fellow cheerleaders. “Half time is over, time for our routine!” the girl enthusiastically told Kaitlynn before flouncing off. Kaitlynn panicked, cutting off her stream with great difficulty before pulling back up her panties. She prayed that her still wet urethra hadn’t left a wet spot on the panties as it would surely show. She though she would be able to relieve herself fully but having to stop prematurely had made her desperation worse. It was like her bladder had gotten to experience relief and now it demanded the whole thing. Kaitlynn wanted to cry even as she made her way to center field with the rest of the cheer quad to start the routine. Hunter had never seen a better half time show. He took professional photos as he should but made sure to watch the struggling Kaitlynn. The routine had so many spins, splits, and high kicks he could only imagine how much pain she must have been in. He hoped she would have to run off field desperate so he could get another show like before. Hunter knew the minute the dam broke. Kaitlynn’s eyes grew wide, freezing for just a moment in her choreography. The poor soul could do nothing but keep dancing but Hunter was in shock. From the sidelines it was hard to tell but when he zoomed in with his camera there was no mistaking the small rivulets that were starting to stream down her thighs. Soon those rivulets were pulses of occasional flooding and eventually the piss was just flowing freely out of her. Poor thing soldiered on through the routine along with the rest of her squad but Hunter was in heaven. Shockingly enough many of the crowd remained oblivious but Hunter was getting amazing shot after amazing shot of Kaitlynn’s humiliation. The other cheerleaders of course knew, how could they not when it was happening right next to them, but they too maintained a professional facade. Kaitlynn’s stream ended before the routine, to her relief, but several of the moves still flashed her sodden panties to the unsuspecting crowd and Hunter’s immense pleasure. Eventually the routine ended and, after a stern warning from the head cheerleader to be more careful of her bladder and several words of sympathy from the other girls, Kaitlynn trudged back to the sidelines. Once she got there Hunter walked over, leaning into her space again, and whispering into her ear “Now that I took photos of”
  10. rachelkirwan

    female Goodnite Tru-Fit Adventure

    These are awesome pull-ups, not because of how they fit, but because of how they make me feel. They are almost discreet enough that I would consider wearing them while changing in a public change room. The only problem if course is that as soon as you remove them, it’s a dead giveaway that they are a diaper/panty and pad system. So it would have to be a change room where you are changing clothes and not undies... But logistics and mechanics aside, there is something about the diaper that is trying very hard not to be a diaper, which I find very sexy. Big poufy diapers are very obviously diapers, and Goodnites and other pull-ups, regardless of how many cute pictures they put on them, will still always be pull-ups/diapers. My metric I suppose is that if you went to a sleepover and someone saw you wearing any of these things, they would immediately know that they were diapers, and that they were for bedwetting. I’ve got a lot of complicated feelings about this kind of diaper, many of which lead back to actual sleepovers and trip experiences where I wore Goodnites in crowded rooms with other girls, with nothing but a pair of huge panties and large PJ bottoms covering up my diaper from the world. Does anyone remember when Goodnites came out with those sleepshorts? The pink and blue super cheap feeling ‘paper’ shorts that scarcely concealed a diaper portion? My mom got a pack of these when they first came out, I must have been in jr. High or early high school, and we only ever tried one pack. They were ridiculous (and leaked and tore). But I did like the idea that they were not trying to be a diaper. I could imagine myself being at a sleepover and almost just wearing the shorts and saying things like, “yeah, these are my sleep shorts.” I suppose one of the reasons I like diapers that try very hard not to look like diapers, is that you know what they are, and this little secret gives you power against the world, and control of the situation. Because they are discreet (or trying to be, depending on the diaper), and few will notice that they are a diaper, you can flick on and off the switch in your head that says “You are wearing a diaper in public and people can see.” This level of control of a situation to me is empowering. You can switch on ‘embarrassed mode,’ and get the full blast of complicated feelings that come with embarrassment, but you can also turn this mode off and go about your day. Control is sexy. So is consent. Ok, on to today’s adventure, though I’d love to hear other people’s thoughts on this. I found a bunch of Goodnite TruFit’s in my diaper box the other day and have been dying to wear them. I find them a little tighter than usual Goodnites, particularly around my thighs and I don’t really like to spend the night in these, they are just not that comfortable. They seem to breath less than regular Goodnites and it’s been getting hot. Plus, I can wear anything to bed, and it’s not a big deal. Plus I’ve been wearing protection to bed every night since November, and only recently stopped, so I wasn’t keen on doing it again for fun. But the TruFit do offer other possibilities. So the other day I slipped on a pair, or rather pulled on a pair, taking care to stretch the leg holes out just a little bit more, as they are not built for womanly legs. I chose the polka dot ones because polka dots. Here are a couple of pictures I snapped of myself in Trufits, as people are always asking for pictures of my in my panties, rather than just picture of them wet on the floor. By the way folks, if you want to see more pictures, you can purchase my panties, Trufit included, from my website, it’s also a nice way to say thank you if you’ve gotten off to a bunch of my writing. See you almost can’t see the padding, and even then, it could be a thick period pad. They definitely don’t look like diapers. And here’s the thing, if you were at say a sleepover, if anyone saw them and knew what they were, they would also likely be a bedwetter. And yes, I realize that this isn’t necessarily the case, they could have seen an ad or have a younger sibling, but this is definitely what I would have told a teenage Rachel wearing these to a sleepover. Changing in these in a public changing room, one could also use that rationalization, but it would also be likely that other women would know they were Goodnites because they used them for their kids, less so themselves. Anyhow, I pulled the TruFits on, and put on a slightly-shorter than knee length skirt. It’s been super warm out lately (and cherry blossoms are everywhere, Vancouver is beautiful this time of year), and it’s becoming skirt weather. I also chose the skirt because it does leave ones ‘panties’ slightly more exposed. When I was growing up, and on the occasions where I’d wear pull-ups to school our out in public in general, I’d always take several precautions: - I’d almost never wear a skirt, much less one this short. Long dresses were great for concealing diapers and had the added advantage of not having waistband issues. - I’d typically wear loose fitting trousers/jeans, and a big pair of panties over top the pull-up, for ease of changing and to cover the noise and waistband. Today, I did none of these things. It was just a thin layer of grey pleated fabric between my diaper and the world. I wasn’t working this day, so I decided to go out to the park and read in the sun. I’ve been getting a lot more reading done now that the weather is better and this is kind of my idea of the best afternoon ever. So in the morning I puttered around the house doing housework, and even used the toilet to pee a couple times. These ‘panties’ are still a diaper, and you are aware of the thickness of the padding in them, and the gathers and leg elastics were a little tight against my skin. After a quick lunch and a huge glass of ice tea, I grabbed my purse, a full water bottle, a good book, a light jacket, a sun hat, sun glasses, my bike helmet, and headed out to the park. I opted for a more wild park a little further from my home, and ended up biking over. Perhaps the odd motorist could see a flash of purple as the wind made my skirt flutter? I highly doubt it, but this is the level of exhibitionism with which I’m comfortable. Once I got to the park, I found a nice picnic table and set myself up for a good long read. I read for about an hour before my bladder reminded me that I had drunk a bunch of iced tea before leaving home. I let my bladder fill to about a 7 on the old desperation scale, before relaxing and releasing it entirely into the Goodnite TruFit. Before I did so, I moved my skirt out from under my bum, just in case there was a leak. Wetting a diaper in a skirt is an incredibly forgiving act, particularly if you are standing or sitting in the correct way. I could have been wearing regular big girl panties and the only thing which would have given me away would have been the growing puddle under me. I could have waited longer, but I find it hard to read when I’m super desperate. The TruFit doesn’t quite absorb pee as quickly as regular Goodnites, and the soft pad inside them (which is a little hard to get in), feels softer but also bulkier than regular Goodnites. I could feel the pee flooding over my girl parts deliciously. I didn’t quite like how it stayed on my skin for so long, but I did enjoy the feeling of feeling the pee slowly be sucked into the thirsty pad. I sat there and read for another 30 minutes wearing my soaked Goodnite, but I started to feel a little wet and uncomfortable, and because I was sipping from my water bottle in the hot sun, I soon had to pee again. Now one of the new Goodnites can take a full Rachel bladder laying down, but these TruFits can hold a decent amount, but I don’t trust them with two full bladders. While it would be easy to pee them and have them leak, I wasn’t quite in the mood to try. I was more revelling in the feeling of wearing a wet diaper discreetly in public, and the tightness of the TruFits themselves. Because of the seal the tight elastics cause on the legs, you do feel like you are wearing plastic panties and the you could soak them and all that would result would be a bubble of warm pee held against your vulva in tight plastic – delicious. As my bladder approached a 5, I got up, and walked to a nearby rec centre. It was the closest public washroom I could think of which wasn’t one of the ones in the park, which I find horrible and frightening. Feeling the warm wetness of the Goodnite under my swishing pleated skirt felt nice. I felt like the TruFit make my butt look a little big (see above) but not necessarily in a bad way, and under a skirt, a lightly bigger butt felt nice. I sauntered into the rec centre, and went straight for the ladies room. I pulled down my ‘panties’ and sat on the toilet to pee. Pulled my panties all the way down to around my ankles, just so that if someone did see my feet and panties under the stall door, they would see that I was wearing a ‘diaper’ or at least not ‘big girl panties.’ Again, my very subtle form of exhibitionism. I then slipped them right off and after drying myself and rubbing the skin where the elastics had left red lines around my thighs, I snapped a couple of pictures for you. As you can see, the pad got pretty wet. I was rather impressed at how you can clearly see how the pad whisks away the wetness from top to the bottom. The ‘this side down’ label really is important. Feeling inside the Goodnite, I found it to be mostly dry and I wiped it down with some toilet paper just to be sure. I left the rolled up pad on top of the toilet paper dispenser absentmindedly, along with the panty portion of the TruFits. As I was snapping these pictures I came to a startling realization: I had completely forgot to bring a fresh pad for the Goodnites! I now had a couple of options: 1) I could go commando. But there was no way! I was after all, riding my bike home and wearing a not too long skirt. I am not the kind of girl who goes commando, plus, 2) I could slip into the emergency backup panties that I always have in my purse. As most of you will know, I always have a plastic baggie with a fresh pair of panties in it just in case. 3) I could wear theTruFit home without a pad. This wasn’t too appealing as the inside of the TruFits are pretty plasticky and it would be super sweaty and uncomfortable, particularly on my bike. 4) I could put in a different kind of pad into the TruFit. I decided to try the latter. So I rummaged around in my purse for a pad. I couldn’t find one, which was a bit of a surprise. There was a super thin panty liner, but this would be like putting a Band-Aid inside the TruFits, and about as absorbent. So I flushed, rummaged around in my purse for some change, and leaving it hanging on the door of the cubicle I scurried out to the pad dispensing machine to buy a pad. The washroom was a relatively large one, with 6 stalls in it and people coming and going. While I was at the machine I caught out of the corner of my eye another woman approach my stall and pushed the door open to go in. I quickly turned and casually blurted out something like “Oh I’m using that one, I’ll just be a sec,” while I retrieved a pad from the machine. The woman mumbled an apology, looked at me a little strangely, and then moved over to another stall. I went back into my stall, and to my horror saw the very obviously wet TruFit pad sitting on top of the toilet paper dispenser, with the TruFit panties sitting on top of them! While TruFit panties might look like real big girl panties when they are being worn, they certainly don’t sit on things like big girl panties. The internal gather structure causes them to stand up, so they maintain their form. The woman must have surely seen both the pad and panties! I was horrified and my heart rate jumped up. I closed the stall behind me, pulled my ‘panties’ down and sat on the toiled to calm down a little bit and also to revel in the feeling a little bit as well. I unwrapped the pad, and stuck it into the TruFits. I contemplated things and decided to pull them off to take a picture of the pad in them. It looked lost inside the waterproof purple plastic interior of the TruFits. I snapped a couple of pictures as I was certainly going to share this little adventure with my kinky friends. I even ‘accidentally’ dropped the TruFits on the ground, so that they might be visible from outside the stall. This is basically what the lady would have seen when she opened the stall! Anyhow, I calmed down, pulled the TruFits on again, opened the stall, and without looking around, washed my hands and made a quick exist. The ‘panties’ felt less comfortable with the tiny pad in them while I cycled home. By the time I arrived home the water from the water bottle, which was all but empty at this point, had worked its way through to my bladder and I was once again at about a 6 or 7. While standing in the elevator therefore, I relaxed and released my bladder into the TruFits. I could feel the pad getting overwhelmed by the pee, and quickly stopped. My bladder was fuller than I thought, and after 10 seconds of peeing I could feel the pad becoming overwhelmed. I had no desire to pee the floor of our buildings’ elevator, or run into any neighbours with pee running down my legs, so I bore down as best I could and stopped the flow. I could feel a large wet bunch of pee sloshing about my ‘panties’ as I walked down the hall to my apartment. I was afraid to bend over and take off my shoes, lest the large amount of pee in my ‘panties’ splash out all over my carpet, so I went straight into the bathroom. Once safely in the bathroom, I released the rest of my bladder. I could feel the TruFit filling up. It was holding all the liquid in, for the time being, and so my lady parts were suffused in wetness completely. When I shifted just a little bit, a cascade of pee overwhelmed one of the gathers and flowed down my leg. Bending slightly to pull the TruFits down, had a similar effect. I got them off, but I ended up leaving a considerable puddle on the floor of my bathroom. This is what I found when I very carefully pulled my TruFits down in the washroom. As you can see, the pad was sodden, and the gusset area of the ‘panties’ was basically just pee. More pee leaked all over the floor when I stepped out of the TruFits. My socks and shoes were just a little wet. My legs were soaked with pee and my vulva was quite literally dripping. The puddle I left on the floor was so big that I had to use a random pull-up from my collection to soak it all up. I spilled pee all over the floor when I picked up the TruFits to empty the significant amount of pee that remained in them into the toilet. Inverting them didn’t work very well, as the pee just got caught in the upper portions of the waterproof pocket which holds the pad in place. So I had to wring them out. I hung them up on the shower to dry, before drying myself off with a towel. I would have showered but I was too excited and made a beeline for the bed, where I masturbated myself to a warm wet climax. My husband was not a little surprised when he came home to find my TruFits still drying on the shower.
  11. hoimi

    female Big leak

    Did not make it to the toilet in time, sans padding. It was so warm as it soaked my middle and bottom. Now, I’m cold and needing of a shower.
  12. https://vimeo.com/269355344 (password: caryspee) Not much back story to this one. I had the house to myself today, and had been in the mood for an accident for a while. So I drank some water, occupied myself for a while, and then at the point of desperation, sat on the floor and let go. A lot. Lol Cleaning up after myself was far less fun, lmao. Got through a lot of kitchen roll and left little piddly footprints across the floor. But it was worth it.
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    Ok, so I've been following the Omorashi Twitter Account thread for a while: And trying to figure out a way to download some of the videos. Well, I had a quiet afternoon and thought, heck, I'll download them all. So this is basically every video linked through the Twitter accounts on the thread. Many (about 50%) were no longer active, or shut down, or deactivated, so this is what I could grab. I have uploaded summaries of each just in case you are looking for something in particular. This is a mixed bag, so expect panty wetting, diaper wetting, peeing, nudity, masturbation, squirting and all that, there may even be one or two poop ones, though I tried to filter them out. It's a little hard to be discerning when you are downloading Twitter videos with one hand, and have the other down the front of your panties... ***Contains Nudity*** If there are any re-posts or specific videos you like, be sure to mention them in the comments. Enjoy, Rach

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  14. wettingloverjeans

    female in case anyone is interested

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  15. rachelkirwan

    Boys Diaper Wetting on Twitter

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    I did manage to find some hot male videos when I was trawling through Twitter recently. Wetting, and diaper stuff. I hope you enjoy! Rach

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  16. View File Boys Diaper Wetting on Twitter I did manage to find some hot male videos when I was trawling through Twitter recently. Wetting, and diaper stuff. I hope you enjoy! Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 05/06/2018 Category Male videos Clothing  
  17. For those who are interested, I just shared an experience of mine with Goodnites Tru-Fits: Thanks @Mom2Three for the inspiration.
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    A longer video with Japanese women having accidents in all sorts of places - like in front of the toilet, on a patio, in the back of a car, with a friend. Basically a little bit of everything. Enjoy, Rach

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  19. View File JAV - SL-176 - Wetting in All Sorts of Places A longer video with Japanese women having accidents in all sorts of places - like in front of the toilet, on a patio, in the back of a car, with a friend. Basically a little bit of everything. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 05/03/2018 Category Public wetting Clothing  
  20. Well it’s flu season, and sure enough, I caught a nasty flu after pushing myself too hard in a week of manic work. I think that our office had a sort of positive feedback loop of flu, where we lost a couple of key volunteers and then the rest of us wore down our immune systems trying to cover for them. Anyhow, I’ve been at home from work for the past week, and am finally roused enough to spend some time writing on the computer. I’m still feeling poorly, so I’m not going to do one of my traditional 8 page epics. Anyhow, I picked up the flu from a co-worker, but decided to foolishly power through in order to fill a gap left in our volunteer base. I went to work more than a week ago, with a sniffle, wearing my favorite pink Little Mermaid panties, and jeans. I made sure to drink lots of tea, to save my throat, and as a result, I was quite literally jumping up to use the washroom at least once an hour. Tea goes right through me, and I’ve not had the most reliable bladder these days. The coughing put me at risk of serious leaks, as lately I’ve been having more stress-related leaks. I took precautions and slipped an incontinence pad into my panties before leaving home and brought 4 extras in my purse, along with the usual change of emergency panties in a plastic bag. The morning progressed normally, though it was a little hectic given that we were short handed. I had a minor coughing fit at about 10:30 am, which resulted in a little leak (or rather three timed perfectly with three big coughs), which precipitated my first pad change of the day a short while later. I was up to go to the washroom so often that a couple of co-workers commented at lunch. I explained that I was drinking a lot of tea in order to fend off the flu, and I got to see them do that not-so subtle shimmy away, in a subconscious move to avoid my plagued self. This semi-isolation due to subconscious germophobia was nice. I got to enjoy a nice hearty soup, prepared the night before by my hubby, and catch up on personal e-mails over my lunch break. After lunch, I made another dash for the loo, before getting tied up in more than an hour and a half of meetings. I finished off another mug of tea during this time, and I was wiggling by the end of the last meeting. A couple of coughs here and there had resulted in little leaks, but these were all comfortably caught by the pad. I hurriedly made my way to the loo at the end of the last meeting. Just in case, because it’s uncomfortable and smelly to sit there in even a slightly damp pad, and because a girl should not pass up a good opportunity to change a pad should the need exist, I swapped in my third pad for the day. After this, I was forced to step in to cover 2 hours of a shift of one of my volunteers, for reasons not worth getting into. At this point, I was on another mug of tea, this time decaf as I was getting a little jittery. I should not have been drinking tea at this point, given my bladder and flu situation, but I put the needs to keeping my voice alive over other concerns. Sitting at my desk, I got caught up in the work, and scarcely noticed that over an hour had passed. It was again my bladder that brought my attention back to the time and reality. It gave me a friendly reminder that it was sitting at a comfortable 6 with the last sip of my herbal tea. Unfortunately, I was not able to get up to use the washroom right away, I was in the middle of something, and it was one of those things where you can’t simply get up and go. I ignored my bladder for the next 20 minutes, and wrapped up what I was doing. It had crawled its way to a 7.5 by the time I was done, and just as I was getting ready to get up and hurry off to the loo when I was struck with the urge to cough. Sniffle, sniffle... I had a split second and no more before I convulsed into coughing. In this time instinctively pressed my legs together, to stymie possible leaks. And then cough! Followed by at least 6 others. Big, full body phlegm-filled coughs. Almost immediately after the first cough I felt a little leak, and the leaks continued after each cough, turning from little squirts to large gushes of pee. I was too caught up in the coughing to do much about the leaks, other than bear down as best I could. After I stopped coughing, I blew my nose, cleared my throat, and looked down. Only the hint of a wet spot was visible between my tightly clenched thighs, but I could feel significantly more damage further below. I was in a relatively secluded corner of the office. The office has a relatively open plan, but because we all need privacy and quiet it has those shoulder height cubicle things between the desks. The office has a number of these, half of which are typically filled with staff or volunteers, but owing to the recent spate of flu victims, there were only three of four other people in the office. Given this, I had relative privacy in my cubicle, especially as I was sitting down, but at some point I would have to get up. I checked behind me, as the only line of sight from which I’m visible is the entrance to my little cubicle. No one was around. I hastily stood up and turned, so that I was facing my cubicle entrance and so that the chair was between me and it, just in case anyone happened by. I looked at the chair. It’s one of those generic ‘pleather’ cheap office chairs. It had a sizable wet spot on it, and my standing up had directed a couple of droplets onto the carpet (the hard industrial weave carpet tile stuff). Or perhaps the pee had run down off the chair onto the floor while I leaked. I wasn’t not sure how serious the accident had been at this point. I felt behind me and it seemed as though most of the damage had been done to my jeans. I felt a sizable wet spot all over my bum. Now I’ve been in this position before, so I didn’t panic. I did move quickly, as my bladder was still perilously full. The leaks had done nothing to release the pressure and in fact had exacerbated my urge to pee. I was now getting those ‘bathroom NOW!’ messages from my bladder. My heart rate increased, and looked quickly around for cardigan. I crossed my legs asI retrieved it, and deftly wrapped it around my waste. All efficiency, when I bent down to pick up my purse, I checked how far down the wet spot went down the back of my legs. It went further than my bum, and so I re-adjusted my cardigan, making it a ‘low-rider’ to cover more area. I then popped my head around the office, scouting for colleagues. Fortunately they all seemed to be occupied or out of the office. I took the long way around to the washrooms. Though my bladder disagreed with the approach, it minimized the number of possible full cubicles I might pass. I held my rather ample purse in front to cover the significantly less visible wet spot as seen from my front. After a tortuous spy-like journey, I arrived at the ladies room. I hurried into a stall, choosing the handicapped one, and yanked my bottoms down, and peed. While I peed, which seemed like a long time, I took the time to inspect the damage. The pad in my panties was absolutely soaked, but seemed to have directed the majority of the wetness down to my bum. I removed it, wrapped it in toilet paper, and tossed it in the little garbage. The sides of the gusset of my panties were wet and there was a huge wet spot across the bum of the panties, almost up to the mermaid (for those who are familiar with these panties). The bum of my jeans was also soaked and the wet spot extended across the entire bum, and down the back of my legs to the mid-way point. The pee must have hit the pleather material of the chair and run down the backs of my legs. This explained the wet spot on the floor. My heart was still pounding and my brain went into planning mode. I still needed to be at work for the next three hours. I did have a change of panties and a fresh pad in my purse, which I had brought with me, but I did not have a change of pants. I was not wearing the kind of shirt that could double as a short skirt, and plus people would notice. I could not call my hubby for an emergency drop off, as he was at work on the other side of the city. I could not really run out and purchase a new pair of pants mid-way through the work day (thought I did consider doing something like this for my commute home if I had to). The office does not have a ‘lost and found’ which I could raid, nor am I close enough with any co-workers or volunteers to ask them if they had a change of clothes (nor do I have the courage to do this). I opted for the classic ‘cover-up’ approach. Still sitting on the toilet, I removed my shoes and pulled off my pants and panties. I then carefully dried myself, patting down my bum and inner thighs which were rather wet. Sitting there with nothing on my bottoms, I pressed wads of toilet paper into my panties, in order to dry them a little. I then balled them up, and stuck them in the plastic bag in my purse, but only after removing the spare pair of panties contained within. I slipped these on, and stuck my remaining pad into them, being careful to position it more towards the front, as before. I then repeated the same process of padding my jeans with wadded up toilet paper from the inside. For those who have ever needed to do this, you will know that the toilet paper leaves lots of paper lint all over your jeans. So what I really needed was paper towel. I listened carefully to check if the washroom was empty, and finding that it was, I quickly put on my shots and in shoes, socks, and pink cotton panties stuffed with an incontinence pad on the bottom, I made a dash for the paper towel dispenser and grabbed a huge wad. I hurried back into the stall where I proceeded to pat dry my wet jeans for a good 15 minutes. It made little difference to the visibility of the wet spot, but it did make them less cold and clammy, which would be important as I was going to have to sit in these wet pants for the next three hours of work, plus during my commute home (unless I did something). Because I was planning on sitting for the next three hours, as much as I could, I paid attention to the seams down the bum of the jeans, as these absorb more than other parts. After I had done the best I could, and worried that I would be missed, I finally pulled my jeans back on. They felt cold and clammy, as only post-pants wetting jeans can feel like. I had almost forgotten, but I snapped a few (bad) pictures of my bum so you can see the extent of the accident. I’m sorry I didn’t take more, but I had already spent enough time in the loo and needed to get back to work. The second shot shows some of the impact of my efforts to dry my jeans. On the floor around me was a large pile of damp paper towel (I had made multiple flushes to dispose of the toilet paper). I made two trips to the larger garbage by the door and then got even more paper towel and returned to the stall. Back in the stall once more, the bathroom door opened and someone came in. I breathed a sigh of relief as I had just cleared away the strange pile of paper towel only moments earlier. While this person peed, I made two large wads of the paper towel, folding it into large thick pads. The first of which I fitting into the bum of my jeans, to keep the damp fabric and my dry clean panties separate. This would also use the pressure of my bum to help dry the jeans out. The second wad was to sit on, to keep my office chair from getting more wet and to also help dry my jeans from the outside. Yes, I’ve done this before, a number of times. The most memorable was when I had an accident on a long car trip with my family, where the protection I was wearing leaked and left my pants and the car seat wet. A story for another day. The other bathroom occupant flushed and left by the time I had finished adjusting the paper towel inside my jeans, and so I flushed for a final time, tied my cardigan around my waist, straightened myself out, and left the stall. After washing my hands, I grabbed still more paper towel to clean off my chair, and stuff this and the larger pad I had folded, into my purse. I walked confidently out of the washroom (as confidently as I could still clutching my purse in front of me to cover the now less than visible front stain), and took the circumspect but more private route back to my cubicle. Back in my cubicle I hastily dried off my chair (which still had noticeable wetness on it), with some of the paper towel and then quickly put down the pad I had constructed and sat down. I used my feet to rub a little more paper towel on the wet spot on the floor, although I quickly gave up as our carpets are heinous and one little wet stain was really not going to make much of a difference. I then spent the next hour avoiding any more tea and working as hard as I could, despite the distraction of the cold wet fabric of my jeans on my thighs. It was distracting and not just in a way relating to discomfort. My heart gave a little flutter as I realized that I had got away with the cover up so far, and a feeling of naughtiness was creeping in, helped on by my still high heart rate. After an hour, while the urge to pee was minimal (a 2 or 3) I scrunched up my courage and made a careful trip back to the washroom. When I stood up, there was a cute butt-shaped wet spot on the paper towel I had been sitting on. I was careful to bin this before I left for the loo. There was someone in the washroom when I went in, so I quickly hurried into the stall. In the stall, I pulled down my pants and pulled out the wet paper towel pad that was there, it was wet and shaped somewhat to the form of my bum. I balled this up and put it in the little stall garbage. I made a large pad out of toilet paper while I sat and peed a little. I put the toilet paper wad back into my jeans and left the cubicle only after the other occupant had left. After washing my hands, I got even more paper towel and made another pad of it. I noticed that my jeans looked considerably dryer in the bathroom, which meant that my regime was sort of working? I spend the next 2 hours at my desk working, and most of my colleagues left by the time I was finished. Before heading out, I made one more visit to the washroom to remove the toilet paper (which took considerably longer than the paper towel as it had fallen apart, requiring me to hunt down little blobs of damp paper all over the inside of my damp jeans. The jeans were considerably dryer, though there was still a distinct and to me visible mark where the wet spot had been all over my bum. I decided that since my route was direct, and my jacket long, I would forgo purchasing something to wear home, and instead just commute home in my almost dry-but-stained jeans. This gave me a little exhibitionistic thrill, though not enough of one to forgo the concealing cardigan and longer jacket. I no longer held my purse over my crotch like a teenage boy with an erection, as the stain was impossible for everyone but me to see, especially if I sat with a ‘penny between my knees.’ I didn’t have any incidents on the way home, though I did use my hand to hold the cardigan in place when I took the steep stairs at the SkyTrain, like what you do in a short skirt to keep people from seeing your panties. By the time I got home I felt like the jeans were only a little damp. I kind of forgot to take pictures of the other stages of my adventure. I think because I was feeling crappy but also not a little aroused from the whole experience. I hope you enjoyed it. This made me realize that I’ve not done a lot of intentional wetting ‘adventures’ lately and that I should, so as soon as I’m feeling better I’m going to get up to a little ‘spring mischief.’ Hope you enjoyed, Rach p.s. while I laundered the panties, they are still for sale just in case you are interested.
  21. It’s probably Spring here in Vancouver and I’ve been taking full advantage. This means cute sexy pleated skirt weather is upon us! I’ve been feeling like doing some more desperation and wetting adventures out and about town. Today I planned to go shopping to a large local mall. I had some errands to run and decided to add a sexy desperation component to the outing. I filled a water bottle and drank a mug of green tea while getting ready to leave the apartment. I slipped on one of my favorite pairs of panties, my gray Disney Frozen panties from the Gap, underneath a cute equally gray pleated skirt with pink trim. The skirt is totally too young-looking for my age, which is why I love it. On top I had on a button up white blouse, with a gray blazer over top. To the undiscerning eye I therefore had a sort of school uniform look. On my feet I had on knee high white socks and flat runners. I wore big sunglasses because despite my tendency towards exhibitionism, I’m still very shy, and you can hide a lot behind sun glasses. Anyhow, I brought a large backpack to carry my purchases, and my purse. I was already at a 4 on the desperation scale when I took the elevator down from our flat. Now this is the level where I’d almost certainly pee before leaving the house, but I’ve been emboldened by my newly cooperating bladder and getting desperate in public was kind of the point. I started off the 20 minute walk to the mall at a brisk pace, enjoying the sun on my skin and the feeling of the slight breeze ruffling my skirt as I trotted along. By the time I arrived at the mall, my desperation was at a 5, a level at which point I would always start looking for a toilet while in public. I did not however, and instead took a couple of big swigs from my water bottle and headed into the fray of the mall. This mall is incredibly busy and it’s easy to become an anonymous figure in the crowd. I visited a couple of shops and drank more water. By the time I had completed two actually errands that I needed to run, I was at a 7. I was getting desperate. At the level where I should certainly find a washroom soon. Now this is my regular shopping mall, and I have all the washrooms mapped out. This is a good practice for someone with bladder issues, and a good practice in general. I knew where all of the washrooms were, but I was not going to visit one until I was at least at a 9. This mall has lots of washrooms, so closures and lines are not an issue. If one is closed, you simply need to walk a little further, or head to a different floor. While I had been running my errands, I noticed that some of the washrooms were habitually closed for cleaning. I kept an eye on these, intent on having some fun. Anyhow, I decided to go look at one of the adorable Asian import stores just for fun. While I was prodding little sad eggs and plush sushi’s, my desperation had reached an 8. I was close to needing to hold myself of bounce around, and I found that I was subconsciously making little stepping/dancing motions with my feet as I looked at the wares in the shop. As I stood looking at cute plastic things, I found myself either doing a little two-step, or crossing my legs tightly. I was at the point of thinking I was being subtle in my desperation, but giving off very obvious signs of desperation to anyone who happened to be watching. I moved on to a second shop, at which I was thoroughly in the ‘pee-pee dance’ mode of desperation, as my bladder creeped to a solid 8. I decided I could no longer reasonable stay shopping given the obvious signs of desperation I was giving off. Any reasonable girl, even a shopaholic, would make a bee-line for the toilet at this stage. Did I mention I have mapped out all of the washrooms in the mall? And that some of them were always closed for cleaning? Well at this stage in my little adventure in public desperation, I decided to go hunting for a closed public washroom. I could see when I exited the shop, that the nearest washroom was open for business. So I gave this one a miss and instead headed down to the main floor, the level which is one of the busiest, and which therefore has some of the busiest washrooms. My assumption was that these would be the most often to be cleaned and therefore closed. When I arrived on this floor I wiggled my way to the end of the hall with the entrance to the washrooms, but again noticed they were open for business. I was still and an uncomfortable 8 at this point and enjoying the embarrassed feeling of having to wiggle a little when I stood still, and the need to tightly cross my legs on the elevator. I took another big swig from my water bottle. The sloshing water made me squeeze my legs together and one hand darted towards my crotch. It took a force of will to avoid holding myself, but I was surrounded by people, including gawking teenage boys playing Pokemon Go, who seem to be everywhere in this mall. I was not going to be so undignified as to hold myself. Part of me wanted to, given the exhibitionistic naughtiness of the thing. I stood there for a moment, still enjoying the feeling of panic that comes from a full bladder. Legs tightly crossed, wiggling a little. I pretended to check my phone, and after doing so, slipped it into my purse, using the ‘excuse’ to move my purse to in front of myself. With one hand I held the purse. The other I slide behind it, and pressed the fabric of my skirt between my legs. I could feel some of the Pokemon Go players nearby staring at me and my heart rate increased. I really was desperate and this was a necessary move. This meant I was close to a 9 and needed a washroom now. I stood there for another few moments waiting for the pressure to subside. It did not. I uncrossed my legs, removed my hands, and did an uncontrolled little pee-pee dance. I was at the point of being both desperate, so the moves I was making were natural, but also hyper conscious of my desperation, it being self-inflicted, and so I was also aware of the moves I was making. After perhaps 30 seconds of dancing and again pretending to check my phone, I stuffed it into my purse, shoved one hand firmly between my legs, not caring if this un-lady-like maneuver was shielded from sight by my purse, and made a very real dash for the washroom. Fortunately it was not far. Unfortunately, I had let my desperation creep up to levels beyond which I could easily control. I didn’t care if there were eyes on me, I needed to get to the washroom now. I wasn’t quite running, I was definitely not walking. I was doing that speedy authoritative power walk. This carried me the 60 meters or so to the washrooms rather quickly. They were open and I darted into the ladies room. It was quite busy, this being a generally busy time at the mall, and there were a number of ladies using the sinks and mirrors. The second I stepped into the washroom and could see the stalls my body betrayed me. A moment of distraction was I looked for an open stall had resulted in a classic key-in-latch leak. I’ve had these all my life and you already know what they are, just your body releasing when you are oh so very close to the washroom. I was peeing. Right there just beyond the entrance of the toilets. I must have gave out a little gasp, as one lady at the sinks looked over at me. At this point I can only imagine how red I was. Standing there, one hand pressed between my legs, leaking uncontrollably at the doorway of the washroom. I didn’t pause long, leaving a trail of little droplets on the ground I hurried into the nearest available stall. In a classic move that resembles those almost-made-it JAV videos we all love so much, my little slow leak turned into a torrent as I turned to pull down my panties and sit on the toilet. I was filled with a huge wave of relieve as I voided my very full and tired bladder. I hadn’t even bothered to wipe down the toilet seat before I sat down, something I do in public restrooms. As I peed, I inspected the damage. There was a clear trail of droplets leading to the toilet and my panties had a very serious wet spot on them. I patted at them will a little toilet paper as I continued to pee. I peed for almost a solid minute. Once I was done and I had wiped myself (including my inner thighs and legs), I slipped off my panties and dropped them on the floor. I wanted to take a picture of my droplets and panties, which I did. I immediately regretted putting my panties on the ground, as this was a public washroom and therefore disgusting. To pick them up after the photo, I took a big wad of toilet paper and engulfed them entirely. Then I retrieved the baggie and spare panties I always carry in my purse, removed the panties, and slipped the ball of toilet paper in. Now I had a moment of contemplation. I was very tempted to go home sans panties. After all, most girls don’t carry spare panties, and naughty girls who have accidents in their panties don’t get to wear any. Or so the naughty dialogue in my head went. However, I did still have some actual errands to run and the skirt I was wearing was pretty short. The overpass I take to cross the busy road outside the mall has steep stairs and while I might find it sexy that someone might glimpse my panties on these stairs, showing my actual private lady parts is a bit too much for me. So I slipped into my fresh spare pair of panties and then stood in the stall and waited. I had no desire to bump into any of the people who might have seen the last 10 meters of my desperate leaking dash. As I stood there for a moment I remembered my skirt. I had been pressing it between my legs while I leaked. Had it gotten wet? I inspected it for damage, and sure enough, there was a small wet spot on the front panel. I mulled over my options while I patted it with some toilet paper. Rather than risk it, I rotated my skirt so that the front panel was on my hip and covered by my purse. Then, believing that enough time had elapsed. I opened the stall and timidly walked into the bathroom. My face was still warm and I had no idea if any of the people mulling about had seen me. Anyhow, I went to the sink, washed my hands, and then followed the little trail of droplets someone had made from one of the stalls all the way to the entrance of the washroom. Despite the other bits of detritus, drips and dirty foot prints, they were clearly there, my little wet trail of shame across the washroom floor. I went out and went about completing the rest of my errands, pulse just a little quicker. The embarrassed sensations that have washed over my body a short while earlier bounced around my head, which was a little light as a result of the chemical mix. I would have to get home soon to do something about all these feelings.
  22. View File Rachel's Massive Omorashi Twitter Treasury Ok, so I've been following the Omorashi Twitter Account thread for a while: And trying to figure out a way to download some of the videos. Well, I had a quiet afternoon and thought, heck, I'll download them all. So this is basically every video linked through the Twitter accounts on the thread. Many (about 50%) were no longer active, or shut down, or deactivated, so this is what I could grab. I have uploaded summaries of each just in case you are looking for something in particular. This is a mixed bag, so expect panty wetting, diaper wetting, peeing, nudity, masturbation, squirting and all that, there may even be one or two poop ones, though I tried to filter them out. It's a little hard to be discerning when you are downloading Twitter videos with one hand, and have the other down the front of your panties... ***Contains Nudity*** If there are any re-posts or specific videos you like, be sure to mention them in the comments. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 04/15/2018 Category Female videos Clothing  
  23. This happened to me just last week. I was busting my ass all day at work and never got the chance to run to the bathroom, the ENTIRE day. I had a full days bladder and I hadn't really noticed how badly I needed to go because I was so distracted. Anyway, I finished my shift around 5pm and was about to head home, but I realized my car was absolutely dead out of gas - like I was hardly making it to the station down the road. I'm one of those lazy people who waits until the last second to do a lot of things so this was a regular occurrence for me. The need to pee was getting stronger once I was sitting by myself and not super busy and distracted but I still ignored it (big mistake). I really had to stop and get gas and I was confident that I could just be quick about it and jump back in my car to go home. So I get to the pump down the street and there's already two other cars there. I pulled up to the pump facing the road as my car was drastically flashing the "Low Fuel" sign at me. Trying to be quick I began to fumble about my car in search of what I needed. I grabbed my card to pay at the pump (thank god I didn't go inside) and I hopped out of my tiny car onto the pavement. Gasoline fumes assaulted my nose and the sound of cars whizzing by filled my ears. As soon as I stood up I realized I would be doing the potty dance for the next few minutes that I'd be out of the vehicle. Trying to power through the experience, I jammed my card into the machine and grabbed the gas pump. As I inserted the nozzle into my car the need to pee was getting unbearable. I tried to be subtle about my desperation because there were other people around me and I was already facing a busy road. "Halfway there" I thought to myself as I looked at the rising numbers "I can do this" I stopped dancing for just a moment to look at the pump to see my progress and I felt a spurt of wetness dampen my panties. I quickly tried to stop the stream but that little spurt was all my body needed to let the flood gates open. It started slow but quickly got out of hand. I stood there next to my car, frozen like a statue as my panties drenched and overflowed into my dress-trousers. I felt a stream of wetness run down the back of my thighs. Two streams down the front of each pant leg. And a stream at the source, my crotch, easily passing through the fabric and directly hitting the pavement with a little tinkling "splash" sound. I looked down in heated embarrassment as I saw massive wet spots forming and a puddle on the ground where I had been standing. My bladder finally emptied itself without any consideration for me. The streams slowed down and finally came to a stop with a few moments of dripping. Drip. I literally couldn't move I was so humiliated. Drip. Oh god how Is this possible? Drip. Shit, did anyone see me? *a final little stream came out of fear, hitting the puddle beneath me rather loudly* I looked up and saw a guy next to me getting out of his SUV at that moment. Another guy at the next pump over glancing in my direction. I ripped the nozzle out of my car and slammed it back into the fuel pump. My only goal was to get out of public and away from wondering eyes as soon as possible. I was too scared to even look at the stopped cars on the road as I jumped into my vehicle as quickly as I could and started to drive home. I sat for a thirty minute drive with soaked trousers and panties in humiliation and shame, thinking about all of the people who could have seen me. Hoping that there isn't some security footage of the incident but I can't help but wonder if there is... A lesson learned, always make time for the little things or they will make time for themselves...
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    This is a very old video and the quality is not so good. Anyway, I wanted to share one of my first videos where I act as I'm desperate to pee. I hope you'll like it

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    Another massive thankyou to @Satori for sharing this! Contains a small amount of nudity as the girls try to clean up... The desperation acting in this is as real as it gets! Watch the JKs get desperate and have humiliating accidents in a variety of places; from the classroom, to just outside the toilet door, the result is always inevitable: wet panties!

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