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Hi! I draw this from RidiculusRaven's story (cf. Title). It's a Harry Potter fanfic. It was really hard to draw him without his glasses. tried to draw as mich details as I could. And it's a colored drawing! Enjoy! I

Author’s note: This story is meant to be like Zootopia 2 Many years has passed and the city of Zootopia is become a city with a rising impact of crime, just like Gotham City and it’s worsening everyday. The ZPD have been recruiting new policemen or policewoman to aid in this increasing cause and in this conflict Judy Hopps and partner Nick Wilde have fallen in love with each other and now Nick is her boyfriend. In aiding with the problem she almost got shot by one of the gangsters Nick and her were trying to find, but her partner killed the gangster before he could shoot her and this led them to their relationship. The couple have been sleeping in Judy’s appartment, they are having fun sleeping together and they mostly spend time having a sexual intercorse. Sunday, March 17 2019: After a wild night of Judy enjoying having sex with her boyfriend Nick, Judy woke up to find how badly she needed to pee, she got up and raced to the bathroom, where she plonked her sexy ass on the toilet and moaned in her hot relief. She must’ve spent an hour or so because her stream was so big, she must’ve held it in for the whole night, but she was pee shy she doesn’t want others to know about her desperation, before this crime infested city business happened on a mission Judy actually had an accident because she didn’t tell Nick about it. She was done, she wiped herself and flushed the toilet. Judy went to put on her clothes, she placed a pink laced panty on with no bra and her police outfit. Not shortly after that Nick got dressed and they could eat breakfast. They had bacon and eggs with orange juice and Judy kinda went overboard with it and she probably would regret doing that, they grabbed their phones that were charging in the kitchen and the keys and went in the car. Judy then started it and on course for the ZPD HQ, they always enjoyed living together and their missions because they are together and Nick is thinking about the proper time for him to propose to her, he really connects with her than any other girl he’s seen. By that time the driver felt that she needed to pee and decided to hold it in until they get to the warehouse where this gang is and come to the police station to find the coordinates or whereabouts they are located in Zootopia. To Be Continued...

It was another cold day at the Berk. It was summer, but even during this period of time it was still very cold and windy in there. Normally most of the people would want to get warmer. However, when you live in there for very long time it doesn’t feel so cold in there. That’s why Astrid wasn’t wearing any clothes while sleeping. She was really resistand to coldness, so Astrid was sleeping like this for almost whole year, wearing something only when she was ill. When Astrid was a kid she was often wetting her bed. Everytime Astrid has done it, her father would take her quilt for the next night, even during freezing winter. That’s what made her so resistant to coldness. After some time she has stopped wetting her bed. Sleeping completly nude has led to some problems. Being a dragon rider would mean daily morning trainings. Sometimes, when she overslept someone was sent to wake up her. Waking up Astrid wasn’t too easy task, she was sleeping very deep. Usually when someone new was waking her up (Hiccup would sometimes send first found young villager to her. He has never before walked to wake up Astrid himself) they were taking off her quilt after screaming hasn’t worked. Astrid almost killed first person who has done it with her battleaxe which she always has next to the bed. This day, in the morning Astrid overslept another time. Hiccup decided to wake her up this time himself. He went to her house and went to her bedroom. He was there few times already, so he know exacly where was each room. Hiccup noticed her sleeping in bed. He looked at her. She looked so cute while sleeping. „Hi Astrid, it’s time to wake up” He said, not too loudly. After noticing that it had no effect he added „C’mon, we have a training today”. After a while he heard Astrid muttering something. Astrid was muttering because she had a very weird dream. Before sleeping she drank a lot of water. She usually drinks just a little and still wakes up with a full bladder. In her dream she was in the situation from some time ago, straight after coming back from the dragon Island with team where she wet herself in front of Hiccup. She was standing nude in front of everyone from the team. Astrid quickly realised that she had full bladder. „Where is the toilet?!” She screamed. „Oh, you are about to piss yourself, aren’t you?” Said Ruffnut, and started holding her crotch. „Just tell me where the toilet is!” Begged Astrid. „Oh no, I can’t hold it anymore!” Screamed Ruffnut, imitating Astrid. This time she was naked. After few seconds she began to pee. „Ohhh sweet relief” moaned Ruffnut. „Don’t you also want to relief yourself?” Said Ruffnut, now standing in a giant pee puddle. She came closer to Astrid and peed a bit on her leg. Astrid’s face went red. „Stop it!” Screamed Astrid and leaked. Fislegs, Hiccup, Snotlout, Tuffnut and Ruffnut, who was still peeing, were all saying „Let it out” repeating. When Astrid was about to let it all out, she found herself standing on a ladder, next to a dried waterfall. It looked like there was no rain for quite a while. Climbing up the ladder with full bladder was pretty hard. It took Astrid a longer while to get to the top. She looked around and saw giant version of herself, sitting there completly nude with spreaden legs. It was the moment when Astrid muttered about having to pee very badly not only in her dream but also in real life. She looked at the giant version of her. It clearly had to use the toilet. Astrid leaked. The giant also leaked. Seeing the pee flowing out of her, Astrid just gave up, she started peeing right where she standed. She only saw the gallons of pee flowing, forming a waterfall. Hiccup looked at Astrid. He quickly noticed that her quilt was getting wet. Hiccup quickly got it off her. He was shocked to see Astrid nude, wetting her bed. She instantly wake up. "Hey, what's going on, why I'm so wet?!" She asked Hiccup very angrily. Then Astrid realized, that She was now standing up completly nude and that She was peeing. Astrid's face quickly got red. She has put both of her hands on her breasts to cover them. Astrid thought that it was pointless to try holding it, so she wasn't covering her pussy. "Umm you've started peeing yourself asleep. I've came here to wake you up…" Said Hiccup trying to not look at her pussy. "Okay, I'm awake… Thank you for waking me up…" She said, still peeing. Hiccup went out of her house pretty quickly. Astrid was very emberrased. She haven't wet her bed since a few years… And she has done it in front of her love… Part 2 coming soon.

Mary Bromfield is your average teen girl, sexy, smart and loves teen films. Mary is also not normal she is the alter ego for Mary Marvel, who is Shazam/Billy Batson’s adopted twin sister. She is 18 and is about to finish school when she got her powers, she was in bed still it was 7:50 and naked. Her alarm went off within two minutes later, she shifted her ass to move herself to get closer to her bedside counter. She turned her iPhone alarm off but felt she had to pee quite desperately. She immediately grabbed her crotch to hold back her floodgates, it was Saturday and everyone was still asleep. What could she do if she said the name she’ll probably wake everyone up, it was either humiliation or waking everyone up. Mary knew she wouldn’t make it to the toilet because she felt like she could explode at any second. She had the biggest bulge ever as she stared at herself nude, she felt a tinkle of pee release from her body and onto her bed. She was scared, if she allowed herself to have an accident in bed like a little girl, Billy might make fun of her forever and exposing it to her friends. She said the name under her breath “Shazam!” She changed into her Shazam form, her bulge wasn’t big and she didn’t need to go. She wanted to do this hold her pee in as Mary Marvel and then later make it to the toilet and change back and release her desperation. She went back to sleep, she slept peacefully and didn’t have dreams about her releasing her distressing urge. It was 9:00 when she got up now it was time. By that time her adult desperation had gone up but not as urgent as her teen desperation, she raced to the bathroom and once arriving at the door was locked someone was inside. She knocked on the door, “Mary is that you?” “Billy please hurry up I need to go!” She said quietly, “Don’t worry I won’t be too long in here.” Said Billy. Mary was getting so desperate she grabbed her crotch in adult form now both her forms were in big trouble, if she stayed in her teen form she would already have wet the bed. “Billy please hurry. I’m bursting so badly to go! Please I have to pee!” “Hold on Mary.” Billy realised that Mary was in her Shazam form and said to her “Mary why are you in your Shazam form?” “Billy I had to go already at 7:50. I was lazy and I wanted to hold it in for a bit longer. Just please hurry I think I’m about to go any second.” Billy finished and was awestruck when seeing his foster sister naked. He got a bit aroused and Mary could see it please by the time Billy was staring at her she was grabbing hold of her crotch, she walked in and shut the door. She raced towards the toilet as she could feel her leaking, small leaks expanding into big ones. She plonked her sexy thick ass on the toilet and in relief said the name “Shazam!” And when she said the word she turned back into her teenage self and thoroughly started peeing in relief and Marry couldn’t help it but moan softly as it was so damn warm. Her floodgates started to close she enjoyed her holding and then cleaned her wet pussy and then flushed the toilet. When she was finished all of that , she made her way back to her room to get dressed for the day. To Be Continued...

So, I'm pretty sure almost everyone gets the toilet dream when they need to pee while they're sleeping. I saw a topic posted about just that which prompted me to tell this experience that happened to me a week or two ago. I want to start by saying that it's been quite hot here over the summer so i only wear a tshirt and panties to sleep in. The hot weather has meant drinking a lot more than usual to keep hydrated and I usually find myself waking up to pee between 1-3 times a night (with a bursting bladder) depending on how much I've been drinking in the day. So, my day was pretty normal and I think that day I had been to the cinema with my friends. Other than that my time was spent in my garden, lounging around and sunbathing, making the most of the sunny weather. I drank a lot to compensate for the heat, preferring to just drink ice-cold water with the occasional ice lolly to cool me down. Other things were drank throughout the day, apple juice with my meals and a coke when I was at the movies with my friends. Unless I'm planning on holding I don't pay much attention to my intake or what I am drinking. I went to bed around midnight and I must say I do get toilet dreams very often. Since I usually wake up to pee in the night (I usually have to go at least once every night even outside of the summer months) I can have a few toilet dreams a night but never before has it caused me to pee while I'm sleeping! So after what must have been a few hours of sleep this toilet dream started. I don't remember it clearly but they're almost always the same. I'm in a location where I can't find a toilet. The location always varies but I'm always frantically running around to find a toilet, crossing my legs in the dream and telling whoever will listen that I have to get to a toilet right away. Most of the time I wake up before I find a toilet in my dreams but sometimes I manage to find the toilet. I pull down my pants as fast as I can and I sit down, I relax and in the dream I start to pee, I can hear the hissing noise and the piss hitting the bowl but I feel no relief. The feeling of desperation always gets worse as I am wetting in my dream and I feel about ready to explode. The urges come in waves and sometimes I've had a few toilet dreams before I even wake up to actually pee! So, this specific night I had the usual dream, I'm running to the toilet, sometimes the toilet is out in the open where anyone can see but I don't care because if I don't piss I'm going to pop! I get to the toilet, push my panties down and sit down. I start to relax, shutting my eyes and letting go but instead of the urgent need to piss getting worse I feel a little bit of relief. I feel some piss bursting out of me but I am still asleep and I think this is all part of my dream. I'm still sitting there on the toilet when another wave of desperation hits me, I relax and some more piss floods out of me and into the toilet I'm sitting on. It doesn't all come out at once and after one last squirt I start waking up. Once I'm fully conscious I can feel the wetness between my legs and all along my bum. Only a few small squirts managed to escape so I am still so desperate to go. I pulled my covers back and sat up to check how much had come out but I really had to go, I was still relaxed from sleep and as I sat up some more forced its way out of me. At this point that was it, I had squirted so much and the position I was in finally started to force everything out of me. I hadn't planned on wetting the bed so I tried to stop it, clenching my muscles to stop the flow and squeezing in between my legs to stop it. Eventually I stopped the flow and ran to the toilet to finish off. There was still plenty left in my when I finally got to the toilet, I must have been completely full. I had left a large wet patch on my sheets as well and my panties had been soaked. I had to spend some time cleaning up and showering before I could get back into bed again! It had been completely unplanned but I did enjoy myself. Even when I was dreaming the desperate feeling was great. I hope you enjoyed reading, I'll post if I have any more experiences :)

So like I mentioned in this thread, I decided to try bed wetting last night. I went out and got a mattress protector, and reinforced it with garbage bags and towels underneath just in case, then put my regular sheets over it. I'd been drinking a lot of coffee that day, so I already had a pretty full bladder when bed time rolled around. Since I still had about half of an ice tea left to drink, I opted to pee before bed, or else I wouldn't be able to sleep at all. So I slip into bed and play around on my phone until I finish the ice tea, and then set up a YouTube video of rain sounds to try and encourage wetting, and try to go to sleep. I actually felt my bladder filling rather quickly, though not to the point where it would normally keep me awake. Unfortunately, I quickly realized a miscalculation, which was that the ice tea was caffeinated. Now, I don't do well with caffeine, so now I'm being kept awake by an increased heart rate. I toss around for a good three hours, which I can tell because that was the length of the rain video, which I had to restart. I also went to fill a bottle of water, hoping it would help filter out the caffeine, plus fill my bladder a bit more. At that point, I decided to try masturbating, since orgasms tend to make me sleepy. So I rub one out, and luckily, it puts me in that nice relaxy drowsy state. It doesn't actually put me to sleep, but at least my heart isn't racing anymore. The urgency from my bladder was also pushed back, so I at least had a restful little while of laying there and letting my mind wander, occasionally drinking from the water bottle until it's empty. Eventually I start feeling my bladder fill up again, so sleep is definitely not happening, but at least we're getting somewhere pleasant. I discovered that I feel the urgency the most when laying on my back and slightly propped up, so I arranged my pillows as such and tried thinking wet thoughts. I can feel the pressure wanting to burst, and I'm pretty exhausted at this point and just want to sleep, and I know that to sleep I need to pee. It took everything I had not to get up to go to the bathroom like my instincts were telling me to, but I managed to stay put. As usual, my shy bladder is doing a pretty great job of keeping me from losing control (what will it take, bladder?!), and it's starting to get painful, so I start trying to force it. Harder than it should be, but eventually, I feel the stream start. It's slow at first, but once my body realizes this it's happening, the floodgates open and I'm pissing like my life depends on it. I empty out my bladder completely, and take a few minutes to enjoy the warm wet feeling before getting out of bed to take a picture. While I'm doing this, I note that the rain video is at 2 and a half hours from the time I restarted it, so it took a good 5 and a half hours total to get to this point. (Also noted with amusement that it was 4:20 in the morning) I get back into the wet sheets, and it's a little less pleasant now that they've cooled, but I'm exhausted, so I just deal with it. I fall asleep, though I do recall waking up at one point to empty my bladder again before going back to sleep. I woke up again around 7:30, and here's where I'm regretting just getting back into the wet sheets. The moisture somehow spread onto the sheets on top of me, and even onto my pillow and in my hair. It's cold and clammy and smelly, and I'm annoyed. My PJs were flannel pants and a short sleeved shirt, so I put a sweater over the shirt to keep a bit warmer. I manage a bit more sleep, but it's not really restful. Around 9, I feel my bladder filling up again, and I figure that since it's almost time to actually wake up might as well wet the bed again to warm things up a little. It luckily doesn't take me as long as last time, but it's still difficult to get my body to cooperate. I do manage to start peeing again, though, and once again, once I start it just all comes out. I let myself enjoy the new warmth until my alarm goes off at 9:45, at which point I have to start getting ready for work. So I strip my wet PJs off and throw them, as well as my sheets, into the washer to deal with later. So yeah, that was my bed wetting experience. I enjoyed parts of it, though not all. I'm thinking in the future, I'll definitely have a spare set of sheets and PJs available so I can change those after wetting. I'll also avoid caffeine because wow that was a bad idea. (I might try diapers, too, but I'd currently be too worried about them being found by my nosy housemate, so that exploration will have to wait until I move out) First two pictures are from the first wetting during the night, next picture is from after the second wetting in the morning.

Hermione lay in her bed and she desperately needed to pee but she was sleeping and in her mind she needed her to stop thinking of peeing because she would have an accident. But it failed her mind did go back to thinking of peeing, her dream was when she was in her first year she probably had the most humiliating thing happen to her and it was that she pees herself while getting sorted into Gryffindor by the sorting hat. She woke up and her bed was soaked she got out of the bed and used her spell to hide the fact that she wet the bed and went to the bathroom to clean herself. Her pjs pants was wet she had a large dot in the middle and it was her first time peeing in her pjs at Hogwarts, it wasn’t really but she would not count year 2’s bed wetting because of reasons. She used her spell again to get her stain to disappear from her pants and luckily she wore no panties under that. She used wingardium leviosa to bring her red panties and Gryffindor robes to her. She got out of the toilets to find Ginny awake with no pjs even on her luckily the other girls were sleeping because Hermione didn’t think the girls wanted to see Ginny completely naked. She whispered to her that she wet the bed and Ginny said so too and they went to find Harry and Ron they were awake with all the other Gryffindor boys and walked to the Great Hall. When arriving she and the others choose where to set and Hermione was next to Ginny. She drank a large orange juice and that already made her desperate for a wee but tried not to let go and she couldn’t just let it go under the table. Dumbledore spoke about the welcoming of year 3, new year 1’s and teachers. He talked about dementors or something like that because all Hermione was trying to do was to hold her pee in and watched all the new year 1’s getting sorted in their houses and she remembered her embarrassing accident she had then. Hagrid was a teacher now and she looked forward for that to happen. She had Divination first and then Hagrid so she hopped that she could hold it all the way and go after Divination. Professor Trelawney was talking about this cups that can see things, she never like Divination at all as Trelawney sounded boring and not enjoyable like other subjects. She put her hand up to signal Professor meaning for her lavatory needs. Professor saw Hermione and said “yes.” Hermione said “Professor can I please go to the toilet?” And Professor said “No, you may not go!” Hermione look so awestruck as it was the first female teacher to ever say no to a 14 year old girl who desperately needs to pee and within a few minutes she couldn’t hold it any longer. All the students must now work in pairs to do the work, Hermione is with Harry and Ron. Hermione keeps sticking her hand under the desk to grab her croch and then it exploded she started peeing herself her violent stream started as it kept going and then when it finished Hermione started crying. Harry and Ron did not like Professor Trelawney because of what had happened to their friend. Now it was time for Hagrid even know she was still recovering from before. To be continued...

This experience is going to be pretty short because there wasn’t a huge build up of desperation before hand seeing as I was sleeping. That being said I hope you all enjoy it anyway. As always every story I’ve posted thus far have been from my real life experience. If I ever end up writing a work of fiction I’ll be sure to add a fiction disclaimer. While this was a few years ago I was definitely still an adult at the time (probably 20 years old) ______________________________ I’d really like to chalk this up to having an odd or stressful day or even something out of the ordinary happening but I can’t. The day before had gone on like any other day, nothing was out of the ordinary. I had gotten up, had an easy morning, went into work around noon and left at maybe 9pm that evening. When I got home 45 minuets later I didn’t do anything differently. I stripped out of my work clothes, put on some comfy pajamas (a T-shirt and panties), relaxed for a while, had some dinner & water, and got ready for bed around midnight. All of those things add up to an uneventful, boring work day. What’s not boring, however, are my dreams. My dreams typically consist of something like ‘a flying neon purple tiger is walking on top of buildings made out of violins and I have to save the Pope from evil talking vacuum cleaners who are trying to take over the world.’ Those are the kinds of dreams I have, but I always have them. When I went to bed that night I turned out all the lights (save for a hallway night light, I don’t like the dark), flicked on my ceiling fan, plugged my phone in, got under my covers, and started to drift off. I soon fell sound asleep and my dreaming began. I only remember parts of my dream but I know I was in a pretty fancy museum or antique shop of sorts and I was talking to someone, perhaps an employee, who I didn’t know at all and she absolutely would not shut up. I really didn’t want to be talking to this person because in my dream I was trying to get to the bathroom and I couldn’t duck out of the conversation politely. She was wearing this historical costume gown like Marie Antoinette style and shuffling along after me as I walked around. I was going from display to display and getting more and more annoyed because she kept following me. Finally, I ended up in front of a painting and she ran off to join a parade of other people dressed in historical gowns that all looked extremely beautiful. Briefly I began to feel left out and cursed myself for not dressing up for the museum gown parade. At this point I had held it so long trying to get away from this dream woman I was absolutely shaking with the need to pee. I looked around desperately and eureka! I spotted a single restroom across the hall and sighed in relief. At the thought of relieving myself my bladder pulsed and twitched and I almost lost control but held my crotch just in time. Getting control of my need wasn’t easy but I straightened up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Not a person in sight, perfect. This was my chance, I was finally alone and I can head to the bathroom. I power walked, almost jogged, down the main hall past beautiful statues, paintings, and fine jewelry on display. I quickly made it to the bathroom and opened the door without bothering to knock first but it ended up being empty anyway. I turned to lock the door behind me with a smile on my face because I knew I had made it just fine. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and began to pee....ahh so much better.. Shit. My eyes snapped open at the feel of wetness around me and my body automatically stopped the stream. Wait, was that real or was that all in my dream? I sleepily and timidly lifted my blanket to clearly reveal I had absolutely wet the bed. My panties were soaked, my sheets were soaked beneath me, my blanket was damp, the hem of my shirt was a bit damp as well. My heart was pounding from being so abruptly startled out of a dream and I squinted over at my alarm clock, the red letters reading 3:30am, great. And I sill had to pee pretty badly because apparently I had emptied only half my bladder. I knew I couldn’t keep my stream stopped for too long so I jumped out of bed to run to the bathroom across the hall. The ceiling fan making me shiver from the wetness around me. I practically kicked open the door and yanked my wet panties down to the floor where they made a damp fabric sound on the ice cold tile. I didn’t even sit down all the way when my body gave out and continued my stream. I audibly sighed, it felt so good. All the built up pressure finally leaving me. It felt like my bladder was empting itself forever but of course it ended up stopping eventually. “Time to see the damage I did” I thought as I stood back up. I automatically pulled up my underwear without even thinking and by now they were FREEZING. I shivered again at the feeling. I glanced up in front of me at the full length bathroom mirror and pouted at what I saw. Me standing there with hard nipples poking through my shirt from the cold and totally soaked pink lacy cotton panties. I decided to leave them on while I washed my hands and checked on my sheets. I got back to my bedroom, flipped on the light switch and walked over to my bed. Fuck. The puddle was bigger than I thought it would be and it had spread out considerably. My blanket wasn’t too bad but definitely had gotten wet. I quickly stripped my sheets and walked downstairs. The wetness from my lower half was rubbing me the wrong way, but it felt exhilarating being out in the open totally wet with no way to hide myself. Laundry was started and I jogged back up to my upstairs bathroom with the intention of jumping in the shower but I decided to hold off. While this wetting was totally unplanned I still prefer punishments to come after accidents. So I sat in my bathtub with my freezing cold soaked lacy panties and shamefully did kegel exercises for the entire length of my laundry cycle. Thankfully I was alone in the house and I didn’t have to sneak my bed wetting sheets past anyone but I still felt utterly humiliated. I mean, I’m an adult not a little girl who has to wear pull-ups to bed. I should be able to control my bladder, not keep having accidents. Oh well, at least I get to share this experience with you guys. :-)

Author’s Note: This DC Omorashi spin off of Batgirl is the sequel to the Lois Lane story which I mast still right the next three chapters of that story. Barbara knew what was going to happen she was so excited for Lois to come to Gotham tomorrow. She immediately grabbed her croch tightly because she forgot how bad she had to go before the call. She got out of bed and walked in a fast pace to stop the idea of leakages staining the tiles. She made it and she pulled down her panties and started to pee immediately and her flow would not end as it still went on besides the time was 12:00. Barbara looked at herself in the mirror as her naked pussy was visible she moved her legs out to show a little more view. She did and finally what felt and seemed like an entirety stopped, as her flow died down until it evolved back into tiny drops of urine. She got up and flashed the toilet to go back to bed. Barbara went back into bed and could not stop wondering what to do with Lois when she comes. To Be Continued...

Along time ago when billionaire Bruce Wayne was young and finish at Gotham High School and in his class was the hottest female there, who was Miss Barbara Gordon. Now Barbara had an accident on Wednesday afternoon, in English class. She desperately need to have a wee but the English teacher was such a bitch and never let any of her students go too use the toilet and most of the girls had a lot of accidents. She drank too much water at lunch and now needed to let it go, she asked “Miss Wildenberg, can I use the loo?” The teacher replied “NO!” It wasn’t soon when she peed her white panties and they were soaked and also her skirt was wet. She sat there crying as she had not done that since her old school, she was sad and unhappy but from that she made a new friend. Bruce Wayne felt her pain of humiliating herself in front of everyone and he cared for her and had a very strong friendship with her. Present Day: It was his birthday his love Vicki Vale died by the hands of The Joker and he was quite sad by it. Just then the doorbell rang, he opened it and standing there was Barbara standing there and Bruce was shocked by this. “Wow, Barbara the last time I saw you was at High School! Wow, look I’m sorry what happened to you there and I feel very sad for you when some of the other girls called you Miss pissy pants. “Thanks Bruce, I heard it was your birthday so I came to see you.” “Well thank you darling but I feel sad because my love Vicki Vale died at 12:00 today by Joker.” She gave Bruce a hug and Bruce said “I made Vicki a Batsuit called Batgirl and now she’s dead I want you to have it might smell like piss because I forgot to put something on it and she had to do it in the suit. Bruce was it deliberate or accidental? It was accidental because I thought I finished the suit but forgot to put on how to take it off. In the Batcave: Barbara and Bruce now in the Batcave and her field of vision saw the Batsuit hanging up and also the Batgirl suit and she knew it was part of her know. As she must to train under Batman as Batgirl. "Bruce I need to pee.” He simply nodded and said to pee on the floor as Barbara squatted on ground and took off her pants and panties and relieve herself in peace. Barbara put the suit on as she look incredibly sexy in it and it was easily to take off if needed to pee. “Barbara, I’m just wondering if you have a pee fetish because Vicki did.” “I can say this I do but still don’t like public accidents.” They walked back to Wayne Manor until getting to the secret entrance to Wayne Manor from the Batcave and when they got there Barbara drank to much water as she sat there. She got so distracted that she didn't even notice as her bladder began to make an aching full bladder. She held her pee in and hopefully all for the best and no wetting accidents. She had a strong visible connection with Bruce and she keep it in for a long time but no accidents yet, which was good. She then felt it’s full power now as she had to be excused or suffer the accident.She asked Bruce where the bathroom is as she started doing a pee pee dance under the table. Bruce said “Keep walking straight down on the right side.” Barbara did this and finally found it she walked in and lifted her shirt up, then unbuckled her belt, then pulled down her jeans and importantly her red panties. She shifts her sexy ass over the toilet seat and starts urinating in the toilet. She finished her pee and washed her hands and walked back to Bruce and her desperation finished. To be continued

Hi everyone, A couple of days ago I was talking with J (one of my pee friends) and she told me that she has a friend that was interested in wetting and golden showers but never tried it before; J gave her my number and we began talking. The same day we decided to go out and have some drinks. Later we decided to go to a hotel and well... A lot of things happened! She is super into it and loves it! We made a lot of videos but I am just allowed to share the one attached. Hope you like it ? Kat01.avi

Clair was lying in bed staring at the ceiling. Had she gone too far with mom? She knew she had been meaning to mom and that made her feel bad, but she hated wearing diapers. She hated all babyish things. She would be a teenager soon, what was mom thinking, diapers in the car? She was not Emily, who had more accidents than anyone could count. OK, that was mean. Emily had accidents, a lot, but she was about the sweetest little sister you could ask for, and pretty too. Many of her friends had sisters Emily’s age, but most were intolerable to be around and the ones that were OK, being sweet was about all they had going for them. Emily really was a great little sister. Then Claire’s mind snaps back to the diaper thing. God what if she did have an accident. Three weeks in diapers. She would be like Sarah. Mom changing her, eww. And what about Brad? That cute guy she had met last summer at the marina. He said his family had just gotten a house that summer. She did not see him until the last day of last year. But she was hoping to run into him early this summer, so they could hang out some. If she was in diapers that would be out of the question. What would he say if he found out? Then the answer was clear! She had already won! Tonight, when they’d gotten home she had reminded mom that the van was down to a ¼ tank. The van could do just over 3 hours on a tank of gas, but on a ¼ tank, she only had to wait about an hour in her diaper. Smile crept across her face. She had won. No more diapers ever! As Claire drifted off to sleep, she thought back to her last struggle with diapers. She never understood why Emily still let mom diaper her for bed. By nine Claire was so embarrassed by the nightly diaper ritual, she had demanded Goodnites and insisted on changing herself before bed. But once Claire had turned 10 this was not a solution anymore. She did not want to wet the bed like a baby. She had been in big girl panties for years. Claire had talked to mom and convinced her to let Claire wear cotton training panties at night, with a waterproof sheet on the bed. Her theory was that since the Goodnites kept her feeling warm and dry during the night, she would never wake up to pee. Mom agreed. The first few nights were a disaster. While the training panties were absorbent, they held very little compared to a diaper. A few times, Claire woke up midway through peeing the bed and these were the worst nights. Claire would wake to the sensation of a warm puddle spreading around her bottom and thighs, and of course the sensation of peeing. More upsetting still, even if Claire was awake, her bladder was not. All she could do was slow down the flow and piddle herself like a baby. She would lay in bed, crying as she pissed herself. After about five nights, mom had come to her before bed. “Honey, I really appreciate how hard you are trying to not wet the bed, but things do not seem to be improving. Every night we wake up hearing our oldest daughter crying and it breaks our hearts.” Claire was distraught, but she knew mom was right. Mom continued, “Also, remaking your bed at 3:00 AM every night is really taking its toll on your father and me.” Then an idea popped in Claire’s head. “3:00 AM? Always at 3:00 AM?” “Um, yes. Your father has even started calling it his 3:00 AM wakeup call.” “So never before 2:45?” “Yes, why?” “OK mom, let me try one more night. But tonight I will set the alarm to 2:45.” “Well why not one or two and make sure you’re able to make it”. Claire may have agreed, except mom implied that she could not make it if she waited until 2:45. She did not wet her panties when she was awake, well not that anyone noticed. However, she knew this argument would hold little water with mom. “Well if I wake up and pee at 2:45 I should be able to make it until morning. But, if I wake up at one I may just wet the bed later.” While it was hard to admit she may wet again later in the night, it was better than agreeing she might pee herself while she was awake. “OK, get ready for bed and I will come tuck you in. Be sure to wear training panties just in case.” Claire got ready for bed. She changed into a short cami. When she opened her underwear drawer, her big girl panties caught her eye. If she had not agreed to wear training panties, she would have worn a pair of big girl panties to bed tonight. As she pulled her training panties up her legs she cringed when the padded crotch pressed into her mound. Well, one last night she thought. She called her mom as she got into bed, that familiar bulk between her legs reminded her, even at 10, she was not a big girl. Mom helped her set her alarm to 2:45 AM and kissed are good night. When Claire’s alarm went off, her first instinct was to grab her crotch. It was dry! Then she slipped her hand into her training panties, which made her blush. Mom had told her girls did not touch down there, unless it was to clean up. As her hand slid down the front of her training panties, her middle finger inadvertently slid between her lips. Her hand felt warm, but her middle finger almost felt hot. Her training panties were completely dry! Then it happened. With her hand still in her training panties, she felt her bladder spasm. She immediately pressed against her pee hole and she felt her muscles down their contract. She fought off the first spasm, but she was not sure what to do. She had one hand in her training panties and the other trying to disabled the alarm. Once the alarm was off, she tried to move. She did not want to remove her hand for fear of peeing right in the bed. Suddenly another spasm hit her. She fought it with all her strength, but as the spasm subsided, she felt a little dribble escape past her finger and trickled down her cleft. She shuddered with disgust. Here she was, fully awake, in her bed, piddling into training panties, her training panties. She had to get out of bed, no matter what. With her finger firmly pressed against her pee hole, she threw the covers back. It was a cool night and the thin short cami did little to keep the chill off her body. As soon as she felt the chill, her bladder spasmed hard. A spurt of pee shot around her finger and into her training panties, followed by a constant dribble. Knowing her training panties would not hold much, Claire decided to make a mad dash to the potty. As soon as she jumped out of bed her bladder sent spurt after spurt of hot piss into her training panties. She made it out of her bedroom before the training panties started leaking onto the floor. Claire ran to the bathroom and hopped on the potty. She did not even try to pull her training panties down. As soon as her bottom hit the cool toilet seat her spurts turned into a constant stream, flooding past her finger. The flood rapidly filled her training panties. So when Claire removed her hand, it was soaked in urine. Claire began to cry. This was to be her big night, no more diapers forever. Here she sat on the toilet in her sodden training panties, hand covered in piss. While her bladder has finished emptying, her overflowing training panties still were releasing a steady stream of urine into the toilet. Mom woke up to the sound of her oldest order crying for the sixth night in a row. But as she headed down the hall to Claire’s room, something caught her eye. The hall night light illuminated droplets of liquid going from Claire’s room to the bathroom and the sound of crying was coming from the bathroom. On her way to the bathroom, she looked in Claire’s room and noticed no droplets there. As she rushed down the hall, she saw Claire sitting on the toilet in her soaked training panties, crying her eyes out. Claire had one hand keeping the hem of her cami from getting wet and the other hand outstretched away from herself. “Claire, what happened?” mom asked. She wanted to comfort Claire, but knew from past experience Claire had a line that separated help and comfort from being babied and babying her may just upset her more. “I… I woke up. An… And I was dry. But started… I… I started to pee.” Claire sobbed. “I tried to get out of bed but… I… The cold air… Ran down the hall… Tried to stop peeing… Hand in the naughty place… Flooded training panties when sat on the toilet… I… Hand… Covered in pee.” Mom gather what had happened. Claire woke up and her plan worked, but she had an accident when getting out of bed. She knew this may have upset Claire even more, as she would consider this having an accident. Over Claire’s soft sobs, mom heard another sound. There was a dripping noise coming from the toilet. Was Claire still trying desperately holding on and slowly leaking? “Claire, what is dripping? Do you still need to pee?” Claire realized mom must think she was still having an accident. She started sobbing loudly. All mom understood was, “no… Flooded… Training panties… Soaked… Stuck on toilet… Dripping.” Then Claire began crying uncontrollably. She lowered her head and covered her face with one arm, the other arm still outstretched away from her. Mom ran some warm water and wet a hand towel. She washed Claire’s outstretched hand, assuming that she must have peed on it while holding herself. Claire sobbing seem to subside. After Claire’s hand was clean, mom asked, “Honey, do you want to stand up?” “I can’t… Might get pee on the floor.” Claire’s mom tried not to laugh. Maybe Claire did not know that she had left a trail from her room to the bathroom and there was already a puddle in front of the toilet. Mom decided it was better not to mention the trail. “It’s OK, we can clean it up, but we need to get you cleaned up.” Claire looked up at her mom, blushed and nodded. Claire held the hem of her cami as mom helped her off the toilet. As Claire stood up, a stream of pee ran down the inside of each leg. She cringed at the feeling, but let her mom help her up. “Claire, do you want to take your panties off or can I help you?” Claire just looked at her mom, then the ground and begin blushing furiously still holding the hem of her cami. Knowing Claire was too embarrassed to ask for help, mom knelt down in front of Claire and slowly lowered her sodden training panties down her slender pee streaked legs. Claire shuddered as the cool air brushed up against her warm wet crotch. Thankfully, she thought, at least she was empty and the cool air did not make her pee again. “Left foot… now right foot,” said mom, helping Claire step out of her training panties. As Claire silently followed mom’s instructions, Claire’s mind was in whir. Here she was, 10 years old, standing half naked in front of her mom, while her mom helped her change out of a pair of training panties that she had soaked while she was awake. She did not want to look like a baby, but all she wanted to do was put this night behind her and go back to bed. So for the first time in years, Claire let her mom take care of her. “Honey, do you want to take a bath or shower?” Mom was surprised when Claire just shook her head. So mom asked, “Do you want me to clean you up?” Claire blush furiously and gave an almost imperceivable nod. Mom rinsed out the washcloth and got it nice and warm. She was happy that Claire was letting her help, but this was so unusual for Claire that mom was worried. As Claire stood there in the middle of the bathroom, legs slightly spread, she watch mom rinse out the rag. The cool sticky feel of pee drying on her mound, and the occasional whiff of urine, reminded her why she hated not being able to control such a basic part of her life. She did well in school, had lots of friends, none of whom know about “this”, and her parents considered her very responsible. Why couldn’t she control her bladder? She could manage during the day. She always went to the bathroom between class breaks and after lunch, she always made sure to note where the nearest bathroom was when she was out, and she always went pee before she left the house. Mom, walking back over to her with the washcloth, broke her train of thought. She watched as mom knelt down in front of her. When mom asked her to spread her legs she felt her face grow hot with a blush. Claire complied and bend her knees slightly to make her mom’s job easier. As she bent her knees, she felt her lips, till now stuck together with her dried pee peal open, exposing her even more and as her nethers grew a little cooler, her face grew a lot hotter. Then the warm washcloth warmed her crotch. While the feel of the warm washcloth was similar to her freshly wet training panty and she felt very babyish for letting her mom clean her, anything was better than the feel of cool, sticky urine between her legs. In fact this warm wetness felt good. As she relaxed and mom continued to clean her, she began to feel a funny tingle between her legs, especially when mom would clean near her pee hole. At first the feeling relaxed Claire, but then, was she supposed to feel this? Mom had said this was a naughty place, so a good feeling from a naughty place must be bad. Claire tried not to think about the feeling and fixed her eyes on the far wall. Claire’s rigid stare did not relax until she felt mom clean her legs. “OK, all clean, let’s get you back to bed.” Claire finally lowered her cami and let mom lead her back to bed. On the way back, Claire noticed they were walking to one side of the hall. When Claire looked down she saw the trail of droplets leading to her room. She hid her face against her mom in shame, until she got back to her room. When they were back in Claire’s room, mom sat her on the edge of her bed and went to get a pair of her panties. Mom thought about a pull up, but as Claire never wet after this time of night and sense she wanted to boost Claire’s self-esteem, she chose a pair of pink big girl panties with a penguin on the front. Claire looked in surprise. Mom was going to let her where big girl panties to bed? She had even thought to ask for a pull up, since she felt like such a baby. “Um mom, but I had an accident.” “Yes, but you did not wet the bed.” Until now Claire had not noticed that the trail of droplets stopped, or rather started, at the door to her room and her bed was dry. She had done it, sort of, she did not wet the bed and mom was letting her where big girl panties to bed for the first time! Claire still was upset about her accident and she was not free of bed wetting like she had planned, but maybe she was getting there. Mom notice Claire’s normal cheerful and confident demeanor return a little. When she came over to Claire with big girl panties she asked Claire, “Can I help you?” Claire smiled and nodded. She let her mom slipped her panties over her feet and then stood up so her mom could slide them up her legs and onto her hips. It felt a little weird to let someone put panties on her. Even after wetting the bed, she always cleaned and changed herself. As Claire laid down and her mom tucked her in, she said, “Thanks mom. I know I get mad when you help me sometimes, but I just want to be more like an adult and I hate feeling like a baby.” “Sweetie, it’s OK. Your father and I think you are a very responsible young lady,” mom said a she tucked Claire in and kissed her on the forehead. Mom left and turned out the light. As Claire turned on her side, between her legs felt funny. She had never slept without any padding between her legs. She slid her hand over her tummy to feel her panties. They were the same as what she wore during the day, but somehow they felt different now that she had them on at night. As she felt her big girl panties on her crotch that funny tangles started to come back. She blushed and took her hand from between her legs. As she drifted off to sleep she felt funny, the tingle was still there. When Claire woke up at her usual and responsible 7:00 AM, the first thing she noticed was she fell like she was not dressed. The familiar warm bulk was not between her legs. Then she remember mom let her where big girl panties to bed after her…after last night’s unpleasantness. The next thing she was aware of was a strong need to pee. She slipped out of bed and walked down the hall. When she got to the toilet she lowered her big girl panties and sat. She immediately began to pee. While she hated the fact that she had little bladder control when she actually sat on the toilet, this was just one unpleasantness of life she did her best to ignore. As she relaxed on the toilet she resolve to keep working to stay dry at night. The following night Claire knew what she had to do. She did not wear her light cami as usual, she wore a big sweatshirt that came down below her training panties. It was the cold that got her last night and tonight when she got up, she would stay nice and warm. When her alarm went off at 2:45 AM she was dry, but with an urgent need to pee. She silenced her alarm and pulled back her covers. All she needed to do now was hurry to the potty. She was so excited she hopped out of bed, then it happened. Between the shock of the cool hardwood floor against her feet and the jolt of jumping out of bed, she started to lose control. Her bladder spasm hard, sending a spurt into her training panties. As hard as Claire squeezed her legs together and grabbed her crotch she continued to dribble. Then her bladder, feeling relief, contracted again, sending a bigger spurt into her training panties. Claire’s lips not only felt warm but we’re getting damp as the training panty reached its limit. Claire knew she was fighting a losing battle, so she ran to the bathroom as quickly as she could, with one hand clasped against the crotch of her training panties. About halfway down the hall, her fingers started to get wet, and by the time she got to the toilet, her training panties were soaked and pee was starting to drip from her knuckles. Like the night before, she sat on the toilet and her bladder immediately flooded her training panties. While she was again helplessly wetting herself like a little baby, her eyes noticed something on the sink. There was a pair of big girl panties, a washcloth, and a note from mom. She could not read the note from where she sat, but the thought made her smile. Once she was done she thought about how to get up, her pee was still streaming from the crotch of her training panties. Claire thought, “Well my hand is already wet.” With that she grabbed the crotch of her cotton training panties and squeezed. When she did the sodden training panties gushed urine into the toilet, as she had planned. However, some of the piss was forced back up into her mound. Claire shuddered and she felt the still warm pee spurt back up into her filling and expanding every crevice of her vagina before draining back out, through her training panties, and into the toilet. Claire thought with disgust, “Well, I finally found something grosser than wetting myself.” When Claire relaxed her grip on the crotch of her training panties, it stopped dripping. Claire use some toilet paper to wipe off urine droplets that sprayed onto her thighs and exposed butt. Then she got up and went to the sink. When she got there she took off the yellowed, wet, rapidly cooling training panties and place them in the sink. Then she read her mom’s note. “I know that you like to feel independent, so I took the liberty of laying you out some of your panties so you can change. The washcloth is just in case. – love mom. PS. If anything is wet just leave it in the sink.” Claire smiled. She turned on the water and got it nice and warm. She wet the washcloth and begin to clean herself. She cleaned her thighs, butt, around her mound, and as the warm rag moved across her mound she decided she would clean it well inside too. She rinsed the rag out and used her middle finger to slide the warm damp rag into her slit. As she cleaned herself the tingling began, she felt naughty but she really wanted to be clean. The tingles continued to grow until her knees started to feel weak and her free hand was gripping the edge of the sink for support. She needed to stop, but it felt so good. If she could just stop moving her hand, then she became aware that it was not just her hand that was betraying her, her hips for rocking too. She was being a really bad girl and knew it, but she could not stop. As she kept rubbing her slit the washcloth seem to get damper, her hips began to rock faster, and her mind became fuzzy. She became only aware of that wonderful feeling growing from between her legs. Then there was a knock on the door. Claire froze, not just her treacherous hand, but her whole body went rigid. Then she felt a burning blush grow across her face. “Claire are you OK?” her mom asked through the door. Claire was so embarrassed, well at least she had closed the door tonight. “I… I am OK, just needed to clean up.” “OK, let me know if you need anything.” “OK, thanks mom. I’m fine. You can go back to bed.” “OK, night Claire.” “Night mom.” The heat and tingles between Claire’s legs were fading but we’re still very noticeable. Claire drop the rag in the sink and slipped on her big girl panties. As Claire’s panties pressed up against her mound the warmth and tingling stop fading. Once she was sure mom was gone, she went back to her room. As she walked back to her room, she noticed that even the little her panties moved as she walked seem to wake up the tingles. As she get in bed, she had to fight the urge to let her hand slide down between her legs. “This must be why mom told me it was so naughty, once I started I can barely keep my hands out of my crotch,” Claire thought. As she placed her hands under her pillow, she decided never to touch herself like that again. The next night, Claire took all the previous precautions and put her house slippers, which she normally did not use, right where her feet landed when she got out of bed. That night, when her alarm went off at 2:45 AM. Claire got up and slipped out of bed, making sure to ease herself into her slippers. She was out the door and partway down the hall before her bladder spasmed. She doubled over and tried to maintain control. As she got control she felt her training panties grow a little warm. She had leaked a little bit but she had stopped it. As she hurried the rest of the way to the toilet, she felt a few more little spurts escape. Once she got to the toilet she dropped her training panties and sat at the same time. As soon as the cool air slipped past her damp mound she started to pee. Thankfully she was over the toilet, she had perfected this move years ago when she was younger and had more close calls. As she peed, she inspected the damage to her training panties. The crotch was yellow and damp, but she had not leaked. When she was done peeing, she wiped herself off with toilet paper, took off her training panties, and walked to the sink. She placed her training panties in the sink and slip on the big girl panties mom had left again tonight. When she glanced at the washcloth that was beside the sink she smiled, she would leave it folded up for mom to find the morning. Then she blushed when she remember what she had done with the washcloth the night before and her crotch got warm and tingly. She blushed, quickly looked away, and went back to bed. This routine had continued for several weeks. Claire did not wet the bed again, but had many close calls resulting in her training panties being wet to different degrees each night. After a month, she managed to make it to the toilet without any troubles and kept her training panties dry. At the end of the second month she felt she was ready to wear big girl panties to bed. That night Claire wore her favorite blue panties with a unicorn on the front. She wore one of her usual sweatshirts, but tonight’s was a little short, only coming to her waist. When Claire’s alarm clock went off she was not worried, she calmly turned it off and pull back the sheets to get out of bed. But then, her bladder it finally gotten one up on her. As soon as the cold air hit the gusset of her thin big girl panties her lips rapidly cooled and her bladder contracted, hard. Before her hand could reach her crotch a spurt of pee erupted, she felt a warm stream cascade down her slit and pool around her butt. She managed to get control, but as she got out of bed her bladder contracted again. This time, with her big girl panties already soaked with pee, the spurt streamed down her legs and sprayed through her gusset onto the floor. Claire rammed her hand into her crotch and she sunk down on her knees. She struggled to regain control, but it was not meant to be. Every time she stopped leaking her bladder sent a fresh little spurt of pee through her panties. Each time a she regained control it felt like her hand was pulled up into her body. But then the next spasmed would push it out again. After what fell like several minutes of fighting little spurts of urine that simply cascaded over her hands and dripped onto the wood floor or ran down her legs, she lost. Pee just began to flow out over her hands and pool on the floor. It fell like all her muscles down there were still tight but the pee just kept coming out. Here she was, again wetting the floor like a little girl, no a baby. When she was empty, she stood up, took off her panties, and laid them on the floor. From the glow of the nightlight by her bed she could see that her favorite pair of blue unicorn panties had turned green around the crotch. This upset her almost as bad as what had just happen. Sobbing quietly she wiped herself dry with tissue and when into the hall to get a towel. She wiped up the floor and wrapped her favorite pair of panties in the towel. Then she went to the restroom. Her mom had left her a spare pair of panties with a note. “I know you probably will not need them, but just in case. -Love mom.” Claire close the door and start crying. She felt she let her mom down. She knew she had let herself down. She started running some warm water in the sink and looked for a washcloth, but when she saw the washcloth she blushed. The memory of what she had done two months before rush back to her and that warm tingly feeling returned as if her crotch longed for the washcloth. Claire turn off the sink and decided to take a shower. The warm water felt really good. As the water ran through Claire’s jet black hair and over her fair, thin body, she thought back over the last two months. She sat on the floor of the shower, arms wrapped around her knees, and began to cry. She had worked so hard to stop wetting the bed, but after two months here she was, bed wet, floor wet, and she may have ruined her favorite pair of panties. About that time there was a soft knock on the door. Claire thought it was her mom so she sobbed, “Come in.” It was not her mom that came through the door, but her little sister Emily. Claire was surprised but not upset. She could see Emily was wearing a long pink princess t-shirt with a wet diaper drooping below the hemline. “What are you doing up?” Claire asked, her voice still breaking. “Oh, I heard the shower and wondered what was wrong. Emily’s room was right by the bathroom. Claire thought she must have woken her up. “Claire are you OK?” “I just had an accident and wet the bed. I thought I’d finally stopped.” Claire tried not to act upset. Although it was a little easier to tell a girl in full diaper that she wet the bed than tell her mom. “Um… Well I could wash your hair and back if it would make you feel better.” Claire was always very private about her body and normally did not let anyone see her naked. But to have someone wash her back and hair did sound very relaxing. Clara agreed and what happened next shocked her. Emily took off her nightshirt and diaper, put her diaper in the trash can, and hopped in the shower with Claire. For a moment Claire smelled a whiff of urine, but once Emily rinsed off it was gone. As Emily shampooed Claire’s long black hair, they talked. “Claire why is it so important to stop wetting the bed? You can just wear a diaper like me.” Claire did not want to offend Emily, who’s always kind to her, but the thought of anyone wearing a diaper, beside a baby, was gross. So she said, “Um, well I don’t really like wearing a diaper and I guess it’s kind of a controlled thing. I don’t want to need a diaper every night and I want to be able to take care of myself.” “Well… but don’t you like it when mom takes care if you. I… Kind of like it when mom diapers me at night.” “I think we’re just different. While I love mom and appreciate how she takes care of us, I just get a better feeling when I take care of myself.” “I guess that sounds more adult, but I kinda like…” Emily trailed off with a blush. “Oh never mind, you can rinse hair out now.” After Claire rinsed her hair, Emily washed her back and then played in the water while Claire finished washing herself. “Emily I’m done, you want me to wash your hair?” “No, but… Can you… um… Dry me off and diaper me?” This was one of the few times that Claire ever saw Emily blush such a deep red. “Um, sure let me just grab a towel,” Claire blushed a little herself at the request, especially at the thought of diapering her little sister. Claire open the door to the shower and grabbed one of the big fluffy towels hanging on the wall. She wrapped it around her sister shoulders, then grabbed one for herself and wrapped it around her own shoulders. She first dried Emily’s hair, which did not take very long as Emily’s hair was only shoulder length. She then dried Emily’s body and arms and blushed to she got down on her knees. She then dried Emily’s legs and then made to stand up. Emily saw that her big sister was about to get up and said, “Um Claire, I’m still wet down there, mommy normally dryers me off between my legs too.” Claire felt her face turn red with a hot blush, “Ah, OK. Can you spread your legs a little bit then?” As Emily spread her legs to let Claire finished drying her off, Claire tried to not think about what she was doing. Claire first reach around and dried off Emily’s bottom and then put the towel over one hand and gently patted off between her little sisters legs. Finally she dry off the inside of Emily’s legs. Claire looked up and asked, “All dry?” With a big grin Emily answered, “All dry, thank you.” “OK let me dry off and then I’ll, er… Get you ready for bed.” “OK” Claire stood up and wrapped the towel around Emily shoulders again. Then, Claire quickly dried off, getting embarrassed again at being naked in front of her little sister. Claire begin to blush when she’d wipe off between her legs and her blush depend when she noticed Emily was watching her. She decided not to say anything, she didn’t want to embarrass Emily who’d been so sweet to her tonight. After Claire finish drying off, she wrapped her towel around her hair to keep it from dripping on the floor. Claire stepped out of the shower and then turned around and helped her sister out. She went over and picked up her big girl panties and slipped them on. Again she noticed Emily watching her. Blushing with embarrassment she finally asked, “Are you watching me?” Emily’s eyes fell to the ground and her face went crimson, “Um…ah…yea. I know I shouldn’t but you are so pretty Claire.” Claire tried to keep her composure. She had already had a long night and Emily had helped her feel much better. Maybe it was ok? Emily certainly did not think anything of being naked in front of her. Claire finished dressing by pulling on her sweatshirt. Emily was still standing in front of Claire with her towel draped over her shoulders. “Um…Emily do you want to where your nightshirt to bed?” “Yep,” Emily replied, tossed her towel in the hamper, and raised her arms, expecting Claire to dress her. Claire was surprised how unabashed Emily was, just standing naked in front of her, waiting to be dressed. Claire helped Emily on with her nightshirt. Emily may not think much of being nude, but Claire felt better that Emily was not naked anymore. A few times since they were in the shower Claire had noticed that Emily seemed a little fidgety, so she asked, “Emily do you need to go potty?” “Um…no I am fine. I must have wet just before waking up.” “OK, let’s go get you ready for bed,” Claire tried to stay in a cheery voice. While she had been uncomfortable with most of what happened tonight, she feared diapering her little sister may be the most embarrassing part of the night. As they made the short walk to Emily’s room, Emily walked very close to Claire, put her arm around her big sister’s waist, and laid her head against Claire’s shoulder. When they got to Emily’s bed, Emily said, “Thank you Claire” “It’s OK, this is the least I can do for my sweet little sister, who tries so hard to cheer me up.” Claire kissed Emily on the forehead. “Emily, um where are the…supplies?” “Oh, the diapers are on the bottom shelf of cabinet there, and the baby powder is on the shelf above,” Emily responded, pointing to the cabinet by her armoire, across the room. Claire had already started over to the cabinet, but stopped in her tracks when she heard Emily tell her about the baby powder. She was surprised, at 8 Emily still got powdered. Claire was wondering if Emily really wanted to be a baby. She decided not to say anything and went and got the supplies. When she turned around, Emily had already laid out her changing mat and was lying across the bed, nightshirt already pulled well above her waist. Claire walked back to Emily’s bed, “Um, what do I do Emily?” “Well first you need to open the diaper and put the big end under my bottom, then sprinkle the baby powder in the crotch of the diaper and between my legs. Finally just rub the baby powder around on my peach and tape me up,” Emily explained, as if this were as mundane as making a PB&J sandwich. Claire just stared at her sister, red faced and completely baffled. Did her sister have no humility whatsoever? “Earth to Claire. Did you zone out? I am getting a little cold down there.” “Oh, sorry. Ok Emily can you lift up your bottom, so I can put the diaper under you?” Emily lifted and spread her legs and put her feet on the edge of the bed. Then she lifted her bottom off of the changing pad. As Claire slid the diaper under Emily’s bottom she could not help but look between Emily’s legs. In a moment she saw more of her sister than she had ever seen of herself. Emily’s lips were spread wide, due to her position on the bed. Claire tried to look away, but something caught her eye. Claire could see Emily’s pee hole, and from it a little dribble of urine was leaking out. As Claire positioned the diaper under Emily, she stared, fixated at the trickle of urine and it leaked down her sisters slit. Claire lost her view when Emily lowered her bottom onto the diaper and her lips closed. “Hey Claire, are you falling asleep?” Claire looked up red faced from her little sister’s crotch, to see Emily staring at her. Claire was mortified. Had Emily noticed her staring at her peach? Did Emily know she had leaked? “It’s OK if you want to look, but I am kinda tired now.” “Oh, no, um.. Sorry I must have dozed off. Um, powder that’s right,” Claire stammered. She did not think Emily would buy that, but it was something to say. She sprinkled power in Emily’s diaper and on her crotch. She then gently rubbed the powder over Emily’s mound, hopping Emily would not piddle on her hand or the pee already under Emily’s lips would not seep out. She glanced up at Emily, who was now happily sucking her thumb and staring at the ceiling. Claire finished rubbing in the baby powder and hand stayed dry. She taped Emily up and patted her on the thigh. “Ok all done. Was I as good as mom?” Emily looked at Claire, took her thumb out of her mouth, and said, “A little slow on the start, but my diaper feels just as snug as when mom does it.” Emily gave Claire a big smile and said, “Thank you Claire.” “No problem” “Um, Claire, can you say with me tonight?” Claire was feeling very weirded out by the night and just wanted to sleep. But, she had also enjoyed the support Emily had given her. “Claire. It’s OK you have already done enough tonight. Mom will help you change your sheets in the morning. Just sleep here.” Emily had a point. Emily may have no bladder control while she slept, but she was the one with a dry bed. “Ok, let me go wash my hands.” Claire went to wash her hands and saw Emily getting off the bed. When Claire got to the bathroom she peed again, just in case. It would look really bad if she wet her little sister’s bed. Then she washed her hands. When Claire got back, Emily had put the changing mat away and was in the bed. Emily had slid to the far side of the bed to give Claire room. Claire turned off the light and got into bed. Once Claire got into bed, Emily snuggled up to her. Claire hugged her little sister close. As Emily was snuggling up, Claire’s knee slid up against the crotch of Emily’s diaper, it was warm and felt like Emily had already wet it. She wondered if Emily had leaked before, during her diaper change, because her bladder was almost full, but she did not know she had to pee until the diaper was already on. “Emily, do you need a change?” “Um, no, I am fine, thanks. I love you Claire, good night.” “I love you too Emily, goodnight.” That was the last night Claire wet the bed and there were no more trails of pee down the hall. She had learned what to look out for and how to make it to the toilet without any bad accidents. That is not to say there were not a few night each month that Claire’s panties were not damp by the time she got to the toilet. Claire just told herself that is just life. As Claire recalled this memory she fell asleep with a smile on her face, still contemplating her final victory over diapers tomorrow.

Surprise! I decided I'd revive this story idea, but rework a few details! :) you're gonna love it, I know you will. ;) Enjoy it! Chapter 1: "I can't believe we're finally doing this!" Katie squealed as she closed the door to the backseat of her car. The day she was leaving with her boyfriend, Kendall Schmidt, to spend the summer with him and his friends at Carlos' beach house, had finally arrived. "Me either!" Kendall said happily, wrapping his girlfriend in to his arms before kissing her. "AHEM!" Katie's dad cleared his throat. He was perfectly happy with Kendall as long as there was no PDA in front of him. "Oh Gavin!" Katie's mom chided, before pulling Katie in to a hug. "Wear sunscreen, call me every chance you get, and DON'T GET PREGNANT." Katie giggled at that, looking over at Kendall. "I love you K." "I love you too Mama," Katie answered, squeezing her mother before hugging her dad. "I love you Daddy." "I love you too," He said softly, glaring at Kendall over his little girl's shoulder before letting her go. "Now get going, you don't wanna hit traffic, okay?" Katie nodded, skipping to the driver side, Kendall slipping in to the passenger side silently, programming the GPS before they took off, Katie turning on some music. "Your dad hates me you know," He chuckled once they were on the highway. "He doesn't hate you, he's just upset I'm grown up and that I'm spending the summer with my steady boyfriend," Katie giggled. "He'll come around, I promise. And in the meantime, think about everything we're gonna do this summer!" Kendall nodded, faking a smile before leaning back in his seat, beginning to worry. He was hiding a rather deep and humiliating secret; his bladder was small, so he woke up almost every morning to a wet bed, as well as wetting himself during the day now and again. As excited as he was for the next three months, he was also terrified of sharing a bedroom with his girlfriend. He stayed in his head for a while before Katie's phone rang, making him jump. The phone was synced with the car, so Kendall pressed the button on the display screen to answer it. "Helloooo?" Katie answered happily. "Hey," Logan yawned. "We're gonna stop at Starbucks at the next exit, you two wanna come?" "Sure!" Katie answered. "Next exit?" "Yup, we'll meet you there," Logan said before hanging up. Kendall chewed on his lip, knowing what coffee did to him, but he couldn't upset Katie, so he just leaned back, listening to her sing along to the song playing. She pulled off the highway and in to the parking lot, stopping the car and skipping over to the others. Kendall shuffled along behind everyone as they all filed inside. "C'mere you," Katie said, dragging Kendall over to her, placing her small hand inside his. "What's up? You don't seem yourself this morning." "Just sleepy," Kendall yawned. Katie nodded, placing her order before stepping aside for Kendall to add his on. They took theirs and went to sit with the rest of the gang, Carlos fully dishing out details about the house, surrounding amenities, local shopping, food. "This is gonna be freakin incredible," Logan said, sipping his latte. Carlos beamed. Katie laid her head on Kendall's arm, since she was too short to reach his shoulder. Everyone talked idly before Carlos reminded them they still had a very long drive ahead of them. James nodded, walking back to his car, Carlos following Logan back to his truck. Katie looked up at Kendall expectantly. "You go ahead, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom real quick," Kendall said softly, Kissing the top of his girlfriend's head. Katie smiled with a blush, nodding and walked back out to the car, digging through her collection of CD's until she found the one she wanted, loading it in to the player as Kendall got back in the car. "Ready?" he asked happily. Katie nodded, and off they went.

I have long been intrigued by the human body and for that reason became a professional masseuse. I deal with male and female bodies, and I'm intrigued equally by both. I have declined in my profile to determine whether I am male or female. What I will tell you is, I had a professional drawing down of myself. This, is my profile picture. Have you ever noticed after downloading a video that you may have purchased, or downloaded for free, that it was lacking something in your opinion. Maybe you wished that the camera angle would've been just a little bit different, or that one particular shot would have been prolonged for just a little bit longer. Well, I am offering you the opportunity to describe what the perfect video would be as if you were the director and producer of this movie. I think of this as my own direct response campaign, a survey of sorts to better understand the type of video content that I should upload of myself if this option ever becomes available for me. As of yet, I don't know how to upload video or pictures other than my profile picture. I also have many blogs that I write to myself on my computer that I would like to upload as well. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Thank you for taking the time to participate and for being a member of Omorashi.

So this is a story I am writing about my favorite band! :) I'm in it too, and this is the very first time I've ever shared my omorashi fiction with anyone, so feedback is extremely welcome! and later on there will be some bed wetting. Enjoy! Chapter 1: It was the day Katie had been waiting for all year. She was FINALLY leaving to spend the whole summer in Florida with Carlos at his beach house. He had invited her, Katie's best friend Thomas, and his friends as a birthday present, and finally, they were leaving! "Now be careful," Katie's mother reminded her as Carlos pulled into the driveway. "I love you, text me, all that good stuff." "I will Mama," Katie said, hugging her mother. "Hi Mrs. Kopp," Carlos said as he walked over to them. "I promise I'll take good care of Katie." Katie let out a titter, she always felt tingles when Carlos wrapped his arms around her. "I know you will," Katie's mom said. "And I know you two won't be sleeping together, RIGHT?" "Moom!" Katie whined. Carlos chuckled. "I promise, no sleeping together," Carlos fibbed easily. He actually had packed a box of condoms at Katie's request, unbeknownst to her mother. Katie gave her mom one last hug as Carlos loaded her stuff in to the car. "I'll see you at the end of the summer," Katie promised. And she ran off to the car. As she buckled up, Carlos popped in a Taylor Swift CD, and they were off. "Carlos I can't thank you enough for this," Katie said as they got on the Highway. "Anything for you babe," Carlos smiled. Katie sang along to every song on the album, only interrupted as the album ended and Carlos' phone rang. "Hellooo?" Katie answered. "Someone's had too much Taylor Swift this morning," Logan chuckled. "We were gonna stop for Starbucks at the next exit. y'all wanna come?" "Let me ask Carlos," Katie answered, turning to her beau. "You wanna grab some starbucks?" "Sure," He said. He was feeling a little sleepy, so he figured some caffeine would help. "Yeah, we'll meet y'all there," Katie said. "Sweet," Logan said, and he hung up. Carlos pulled off the highway and followed Logan's red truck to the starbucks parking lot. "Morning beautiful," Kendall said as Katie hopped out of the car. Carlos followed behind her. "Where's your other friend?" "He's stuck at home finishing up school for the year," Katie explained. "He'll fly out next week." "Ah," Kendall answered. Suddenly James pulled up in his silver Ferrari with his girlfriend Halston, pulling up in her tan Honda behind him. "We gonna get coffee or what?" He asked, flashing his perfect smile. Everyone went inside and ordered their coffee. Katie remembered that she had medicine she was supposed to take for her bladder, but not wanting to draw attention to herself, she left the pill in her bag. That one choice though, would become her undoing. *** Everyone got back in their cars and got back on the highway. Everyone stayed in a sort of line, but Halston texted Katie that she and James were gonna stop soon for a bathroom break and they'd meet the gang in Florida. Katie then became aware that she needed a pee too. "Hey Carlos? Can we stop at the next exit?" She asked. "But we're making such good time baby," He sighed. "Well then just keep going," Katie smiled. She knew that wasn't gonna end well, but maybe she could make it. it wasn't even an hour later and she knew she couldn't. "You okay sweetie?" Carlos asked. "Um," was all Katie could manage to say. It felt like she was about to burst. "Carlos we need to stop." "But baby we're in the middle of nowhere," He sighed. Why didn't she just tell him sooner? "I promise next exit we'll get off, okay?" Katie nodded, but she knew she wouldn't make it that long. She was rocking back and forth, trying to be a lady, but ended up grabbing her crotch. Carlos popped another CD in the player, this time a Jonas Brothers one, hoping it would distract her. "Hold on baby, just a little bit longer," Carlos said, rubbing Katie's back. She gasped, and suddenly there was the sound of liquid dripping on to the floor. Carlos was on the innerstate, so he pulled the car off to the side. At this point Katie wasn't even trying to hold anything back. She had her eyes closed and tears were falling down her cheeks. It didn't take her long to get to empty, and when she did, she let out a sob. "I-I-I'm so sorry Carlos!" Katie blubbered. "Baby it's okay," Carlos said, hugging her. "I should have listened to you." Katie just laid there in his arms, sniffling and feeling beyond mortified. Then Carlos had an idea as a wave of desperation hit him too. "Would it make you feel better if I pissed myself too?" He asked honestly. "Y-you would d-d-do that for me?" Katie asked. Carlos nodded. "Then sure." It didn't take him long. All he had to do was think of the waves at the beach and his bladder let loose. Soon you could hear the liquid hitting his side of the floor, and Katie let out a giggle. Carlos smiled. "Let's go get some gas and clean up, okay?" "Deal," Katie giggled.

View File Bed wetting through my boxers Lying on my bed and wetting through my grey boxers, leaving a rather large puddle on the sheets! Submitter MrZim85 Submitted 02/23/2016 Category Underwear Wetting  

I woke up just a little bit ago, waking up from a very strange dream. My girlfriend and I were at an omorashi convention. It was being held in a large expo center, and it was a lot like other conventions/industry events I have been to. There with booths, events in conference halls, different lectures, demonstrations, products. But, there wasn't that much kinky play going on there, it was almost like going to a car show, except instead of cars the theme was omorashi. The convention was a multi-day event. Many convention goers were staying in nearby hotels, or camping nearby. My girlfriend and I happened to be camping. At one point during the convention we returned to our campsite to rest. There, she decided it would be fun to tease me, grind against me, and threaten to pee on me. For some reason, I didn't think she would actually pee on me, so I kept telling her that I knew she wasn't actually going to do it. I even went so far as to dare her to do it, and then, she did. Now, in the dream, this was a bit of a problem. All our clean clothes were back at the expo center, not in our tent. So we had to return, to pick up our stuff, while I was visibly wet from being peed on. It looked like I was the one who wet. And, even though this was an omorashi convention, being wet like that was not socially acceptable, just like it wouldn't be okay for any other kind of convention. Things weren't too busy though, just whenever we got too close to someone I had to carefully turn so my back was to them and they couldn't see the wet spot my girlfriend made on my front. Then I woke up, or at least I thought I did. I found myself camping, next to my girlfriend, in a lovely forest camp ground. I told her about this strange dream. We woke up, had breakfast, and went for a hike. On the hike, I saw someone who I had seen in my convention dream and realized I was still, at that moment, in a dream. I instantly woke up, finding myself in bed next to my girlfriend. Again, I told her about this strange dream I had, but she was completely uninterested. Then, a weird thing happened to me. Even though I was in bed with my girlfriend, I heard her voice calling me, asking if I was awake. But, her lips weren't moving. I was still dreaming. I woke up yet again, finding myself in bed, and it was wet. My girlfriend was sitting up, sunlight streaming in through the windows. She was looking at me with big, sad, puppy dog eyes. This time, I could tell I was really awake from how groggy I was and how bad I just wanted to close my eyes and get a few more minutes rest. "I wet the bed," my girlfriend said sheepishly. She likes to wear diapers to bed (and I like her wearing diapers to bed). To make sure she doesn't leak, she has plastic pants that she wears over them. This usually works pretty well, but last night she leaked. So, I got her cleaned up, pulled the wet sheets off the bed. Checked my e-mail. And, thinking about this odd dream, decided to share this account with all of you. Good morning everyone!

I was very indecisive about whether I should do this but last week I got so horny i couldn't stop myself anymore. The last time I've wetted my bed was over ten years ago. I still remember me being horrified about telling my mom. Now that I'm older and actually enjoy wetting things, I made a plan to drink a ton of water just before going to sleep. I'm pretty sure thats what happend when I was a child. I still remember that I was dreaming that I was on some public toilet and just started to pee before waking up with a wet butt. So this time I wanted to do the exact same thing, except that I'd be enjoying it this time. So one hour before going to bed i started to drink a half a liter of water every 20 minutes (half of it would've definately been enough, my stomach started to hurt a bit). I only slept for four hours the night before to make sure i was tired enough to fall asleep real fast. When I finally layed down I was almost too excited to fall asleep. Luckily the sleepiness kicked in and I dozed off. I woke up about an hour later with a disappointingly dry bed and a bladder that was burning painfully. My bladder is just too healthy, it didnt release a single drop and also managed to wake me up to go to the bathroom. I've never been so annoyed that my body was functioning perfectly. I could've just peed right there but I didnt plan to wet my bed while fully awake, I wanted to pee BEFORE I woke up. So I decided to go to the bathroom to release it all. I think I was peeing non stop for over a minute until my bladder was empty. I was really disappointed that my plan didn't work an was also quite sexually dissatisfied. So I drank a few glasses of water strait from the faucett and went back to bed for round two. And this time, IT WORKED! Do you know those first few seconds after you wake up where your mind is still cloudy and you dont know what's going on? Right when I was in that state I felt warm liquid running down my butt. Out of my human instincts I tried to make it stop, but my urethra wasn't strong enough. Then after a short moment of panic I remembered that it was all planned and I just let it go. The feeling of wet pee covering my entire ass and pussy made me instantly horny. I started to rub myself while the pee is still running and it was the most amazing feeling ever. I put my now urine soaked fingers inside my mouth and continued rubbing with my other hand. It tasted like very clear pee mixed with my own juices. Just a few moments after I started licking I had my biggest orgasm since months oraybe even in years. I was laying there shaking with my fingers still in my mouth for what felt like an eternity. I don't even know when i stopped peeing. After my body calmed down a bit I continued and started to cover my whole with all of the urine i could extract from my body and my sheets, I wanted to smell fabulous. Then I continued playing with myself until all the wetness went cold. The next morning I threw everything from my bed in the laundry. Bit still, my biggest fear came true: my matress was soaked and I have no idea how to clean that. Fortunatly the pee was pretty clear and doesn't smell that strong after a week. But still, everytime I entery bedroom i can still smell the fun I had that night. Edit: sorry for all the typos and bad grammar, english is not my first language

The other night, I was sitting comfortably in my bed drinking juice and watching a movie on Netflix. It was a really long movie, about three whole hours. I already sort of needed to pee at the beginning of the movie but ignored it as I didn't think it would cause any trouble. Half way through the movie, I realized I drank far too much. My bladder was starting full up and my crotch would tickle just enough to make me squirm. When the movie ended, I couldn't take it anymore. As soon as the credits started rolling I exited the screen. When I lifted my covers to get out of my bed and go to the bathroom, I couldn't move. I felt like I was going to wet myself that very second. I held on as much as I could with my legs crossed and my hands tight on my crotch. I let out a moan by accident and I leaked a little spot in my undies. I was so shocked, I whispered "noooooo" and hoped no one was going to pass by my bedroom. I kept telling myself "you don't need to go, you can hold a bit longer." But at that time, I could feel the end of my bladder pushing down and it made me leak slowly and I blushed from embarrassment. The little spot turned into a big one, and my little pj shorts got all wet. I coudn't stop myself, I made a puddle right on my bed. I just sat there holding with my legs open shaking just to take a video of my accident. Warning, lots of moaning, sorry if I sound ridiculous Babe Wets Her Bed.mp4

Its been a while since I've worn a diaper and had any fun that includes them as I don't have any. I'm a bit shy to buy them, to be completely honest I really want to have a really good desperation contest, where we both make each other hold as long as we can. We aren't aloud to wear yet. The first one to leak without one on is the loser (is my dream I was the loser, and made a wet patch on my undies) and has to be all tied up. The winner wears a diaper and leaks bit by bit while sitting on the loser, the loser determines when to go and stop. If the winner can't stop wetting themselves uncontrollably then the loser becomes the winner and sits on them now. Still tied up, they can wear a diaper now and sit and wet all they want (so relieved when my dream let me win and I was able to pee), teasing how bad the other was for wetting. Now, you're both relieved so you do whatever you want (in my dream I had sex of course *naughty*) I woke up with a wet spot on my bed sheets from my wet dream and as humiliated as I was, I did laundry right away. Maybe I should buy myself goodnights? But, I am shy and I don't know where to put a box of them. Do you think they come in like a package of 10? I don't know if any of this makes sense to you guys but let me know if it sounds fun or not!

I am a DL and not an AB, but I have age-play fantasies of a different kind from baby fantasies. I am about 12 years old --- far too old for diapers --- and I am forced to wear them and wet them. So I liked this item.

Hi! I'm Molly, and I've been into omorashi for a while now. I found out about this site and I think it looks cool, so I thought I'd share some of my stories. I'm bisexual, but when it comes to omorashi, I swing for girls more. I just love the looks on girls' faces when their pants are covered in piss..... I love to pee my pants. I pee my pants at least 3 times a week. It always feels so great having all that hot piss go all over my legs and ass. I'm sure a lot of people are wondering how I look, too. I'm 117 pounds, I'm 5'5''. I have long brown straight hair. I'm 19, and yes, I still live with my family. I don't really care as I'm on vacation right now from college. When September starts up again I'll be moving back into my dorm. Just so you guys know, I'm not really planning on posting any pics or vids of me wetting myself. Sorry. I'm too shy for that. So anyways, I love drinking a lot before I go to bed at night. I just love the feeling with my bladder full the next day where I have to rush out of bed to make it to the bathroom. I guess it's like an alarm clock for me. So I drank about 3 cups of water before bed last night. I hate pajamas, wearing them I just don't like. So I sleep in my clothes from the day before every night and shower in the morning. It sounds a little gross, but it's like an OCD thing I guess. So I was wearing my faded blue skinny jeans last night with a bright blue v-neck on. I was also wearing a red thong as well. Like I said, I drank about 3 cups of water. I was feeling horny before going to bed, so I ended up masturbating before I slept. Just the thought of waking up the next day made me pretty horny alone. I went to bed, feeling an urge to pee, about a 3 or 4. But this was nothing I couldn't handle, I thought. I went to bed at 9 since I was exhausted from that orgasm. But around 4 o'clock in the morning, I snapped awake. My bladder hurt, and I really needed to pee. I didn't feel like walking out of bed, but I ended up just sucking it up and going. I sat on the toilet, and tried to pee, but for some reason, I couldn't go. I gave up trying and went back into bed. I lay awake for about 10 minutes, still needing to pee. I fell back asleep for about another 2 hours, and woke up at 6. My bladder was really hurting. I seriously needed to pee. I didn't want to go back to the bathroom, because I already did it once and that didn't work out so great. But there was no way I could get back to sleep with the bad urge. I decided that I would pee a little bit in my pants until I could control my urge. So I started to go, with my ass immediately soaking up a lot of piss. I pissed in my pants and bed for about 10 seconds, until I started to see my pee going onto my bed sheets. I almost couldn't stop, I had to shove my hand into my jeans and grab my pussy. There. I felt a little better. My 10 urge went back down to about 7.5. But my piss started to get cold, and my ass was getting bothered by this feeling, so I turned around and slept on my stomach. This made me aroused, and I probably would have masturbated again if I weren't so tired. But that arousal crept its way into my dream. I dreamed that I woke up at 4 in the morning again, and walked into my bathroom. But I couldn't get my skinny jeans unbuttoned, and I really needed to piss, so I sat down on the toilet and just let it all out. My lower body became very warm all of a sudden. All I heard was a hissing, but I didn't hear anything go into the toilet. Wait, what? I thought. Why isn't it going into the toilet? My eyes immediately opened. I could still hear the hissing noise and my legs were now burning in warmth. Shit! I'm wetting the bed! I haven't pissed the bed in a few months now! I tried to position myself to sit on my knees, and I tried shoving my hand in my crotch again to stop it, but I couldn't stop. I admitted defeat, and fell back onto my stomach again, wetting all over the front of my jeans. I looked up, still laying down, and saw a huge puddle creeping in all directions. My stomach became warm and my shirt starting getting very wet. I guess I was moaning, and I guess it was pretty loud, because my mom ran into my room, thinking I was hurt or something. But no, I was indeed wetting my bed. My parents don't know officially of my kinks, but I think they suspect something. But my mom didn't see at first that I was wetting all over my bed and clothes. ""Molly! Are you okay? Wait, what...." I didn't even realize she came into my room until she said that. I turned, and saw her there. But I was still peeing, I still had some left in my bladder. "Mom!" I said. "Uh...w-what do y-y-you need?" "I heard you moaning, I thought you were hurt, and, well, you wet the bed!" There was no denying it. I couldn't hide it, other than the fact that I was still laying on my stomach on most of the mess, but she could tell from my wet ass and uncovered parts of the puddle I made, that I did wet the bed. I blushed. I didn't even look at her. I couldn't. "What kind of child do you think you are, Molly? You are 19 years old! You are not some little kid! I expect you to clean this mess up by the time I get home from work! No kid of mine is gonna do that sort of shit in my house." She left the room, and I started crying into my pillow. She couldn't and wouldn't understand what even happened really. I sat up finally, and looked at the mess I made. There was a HUGE puddle on my bed. My sheets were absolutely soaked, probably stained that way now. They soaked up my piss after 5-10 minutes. I felt my jeans. The front of my thighs were dark and soaked. My shirt? The bottom of it was wet, too. What a mess. It's been about an hour since I woke up to that mess. I still haven't cleaned it up yet, I'll do it later. In fact, I'm still wearing my clothes that I had my accident in. I feel so naughty and dirty. I'll get back to you guys on what happens soon. UPDATE I finally took off my pants and put them in the laundry. My thong is still absolutely wet. It's soaked. I threw all of my clothes in the laundry, and stayed home alone, naked. I was pretty aroused by all of what happened, and how naughty I felt, so I masturbated some more. I had a huge orgasm, and between me and everyone here....I squirted a lot if anyone cares to know. I feel so naughty by all of this, but I'm so proud of how big of a mess I made. My room reeks of piss, and I'm sure my mom is gonna have more to say to me when she gets home from work. That's it guys! I hope this wasn't too boring!

If you have pee dreams, what triggers them? The following often trigger my pee dreams (which usually result in bed wetting): Waking and letting myself return to sleep without attending to my bladder. Recent intentional wetting. For instance lazily using a heavy rain or wading to cover outdoor pee rather than hold in and find a restroom. (Pacific Northwest coastal rains often last hours. So they rise clothing pretty well.) Wearing pajamas (no idea why). Slow bladder filling. I guess this gives time for dreams to get going rather than the urge startling me awake.

So I have recently talked to my wife about omo. She seemed ok with idea and suggested that on her Birthday we would try. Names will be changed for obvious reasons ;). Here's how it went last night. At the start of the day we discussed what we were going to do that night. We has decided that wetting was on the cards but I didn't want to be selfish and I asked is there anything she wanted. She suggested a couple of things like spanking and anal. That was me spanking her (both bum and fanny) and anal for both of us. I agreed as I would do anything to please her and she me. Anne went shopping while I got the kids ready for their sleepovers at the grandparents. I had a few drinks of water and I was feeling a little desperate. Once the kids were away I set about getting ready. I pottered around the house cleaning and gathering my clothes for that night. I trimmed my pubic hair and ran the shower. The sound of the water made my bladder twinge and a little pee dribbled down my leg. I grab myself to stop the flow but I was beyond saving. Pee ran through my fingers, down my legs and into my jeans and boxers. This was not intended to happen, but the thoughts of tonight were obviously very prominent in my mind. I cleaned up the mess and put the wet clothes into the wash. Usually I would have enjoyed myself but I wanted to save it for tonight. Showered shaved and dressed I was ready to go. Anne arrived home with her new outfit. "Hi hunny" she said and gave me a hug."I'm just going to shower and get ready" and off she went for the next hour. When she had finished she looked gorgeous. She was wearing a dark red skirt with a dark coloured top and black leggings. I popped open a bottle of prosseco and toasted her birthday. "So what's the plan for tonight" she asked "First dinner, the pub for a few drinks" I replied "oh and you can't go to the toilet from now until we get home, if I let you that is" I said with a wink "Oh" she started. "I've never know you to be dominant before, I like it" Off we went to dinner, we had curry and they were hot. Anne drank about half a jug of water and half a bottle of sparkling wine. We finished dinner and walked to the pub. I couldn't tell yet if she needed to pee, she is very good at hiding it. We got to the pub and she ordered a wine, I had a rum and coke. We drank those pretty quickly as we had booked a taxi in 30 minutes. Next Anne wanted a cocktail, a strawberry daiquiri, I complied with her requests. "There you go hun" I said handing her the cocktail She took a sip and I saw her body shudder. "Ok, that might not have been a good idea" she said looking up at me " I really need to go now" The taxi was due in 10 minutes, I told her this and asked if she was able to hold on. Anne nodded her head slowly and sipped at her cocktail. I watched as each sip brought a squirm or shudder. I could feel myself getting turned on. In no time the taxi arrived and we were homeward bound. I paid the taxi and ushered Anne into the house. "Oh Dave, I really need to go" she begged, her hands pressed firmly between her legs. "Not yet hun" I smiled "first we need to get changed" I didn't want her wetting her new outfit. She stripped there and then in the hall and put her blue panties on. We had agreed that if a wetting was going to happen it would be in those. She started up the stairs and I followed, grabbing some towels on the way, just in case. When I got upstairs Anne was kneeling on the bed with just her blue panties on. I went over to her and placed the towels on the bed. She looked at me and said "here?" "Just in case you don't make it" I said. "They won't hold it" she stated. I knew she was right but I really didn't want it to happen in the bathroom. I then remembered that we had disposable waterproof sheets from my daughters potty training era. I grabbed them and lay them down with the towels on top. "If we do get the bed wet, don't worry, we need to change the sheets anyway. And these should protect the mattress" I reassured her. "If you're sure" she said I started by kissing her, slowly lowering her to the bed. I moved down her neck and gently squeezed her breasts. Anne groaned slightly as my weight shifted on to her. I moved down further and pulled her panties to the side. "You must not pee while I'm down here" I said firmly "Mhm" was all I got from her. I ran my tongue slowly around her clit. She let out a louder groan. My finger slowly pushed into her wetness. My tongue picking up speed. "Stop!!" She cried out. I pulled back, removing my tongue and finger from her. I could she her face straining to hold her pee in. It began to relax as she regained control. "Spank me?" She asked I told her to get on her knees. I rubbed my penis up and down her ass. I was still wearing my boxers. I gently slapped her right cheek. She groaned. I continued to spank her ass when I suddenly moved my other hand down to her bladder I squeezed and slapped her fanny at the same time. Her whole body shuddered. "You bastard" she said.." oh I'm so wet, but I don't know what from" She was panting. I knew she was close. "Fuck me!!" She demanded. I pulled her panties to the side and saw her glistening pussy. I slipped my cock out of my boxers and pushed it into her ass. She screamed. "Oh god! You fucker" but with all her protests she still had not moved or shown me in anyway that she wasn't enjoying it. I slowly moved in and out. Slapping her ass a with each thrust. "Ohhhh I need to pee" she groaned. "Do you want me to pee?" She asked. I pushed myself in deep. My balls positioned against her damp panties. "Pee for me" I whispered. She froze. Nothing happened. I waited. Feeling her body trying to release. Still nothing. "I don't think I can" she said apologetically "It's just not the right position" I said. I took my penis out of her ass and I lay down on the bed and put it back into my boxers. "Sit on me and we'll try it that way" I suggested She fixed her panties, which looked very damp already, and sat squarely on my crotch. We stayed like that for about 2 minutes. I was running my fingers over her body, sending shivers cascading through her. She groaned. I felt warmth. It started slowly and then began to spread. I felt her pee soak into my boxers. It began to run down my balls and pool at my ass. She pushed and my saturated boxers could no longer direct it. Pee flowed over my belly and legs. She began to grind. Rubbing faster and faster. She stopped and more pee flowed out. I was almost screaming at this stage. Hot pee flowing over my body. Anne groaning and grinding. I was about to cum when she got up onto one knee, I saw her soaked panties positioned above my crotch. She was panting, her eyes closed with concentration. I saw the wet glistening of pee fill her panties once again as it ran on to my soaked boxers. After the last drop hit my body she open her eyes, looked down and grabbed my cock. Her other hand pulled my boxers to the side and she rammed her fingers up my ass. I screamed, loudly. She was furiously rubbing my cock while fucking my ass. She had this almost possessed look on her face. I couldn't hold myself any longer. I began to orgasm. My cum shooting up over her body. In the end she collapsed on top of me and we lay there. Soaked in pee and cum. I asked if it was ok. If she was ok. She simply replied "We'll be doing that again"