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I found some pretty good looking AI artwork on Instagram. instagram_2022.zipinstagram_2023_0.zip

Instead of bumping an old thread I've decided to make a new one, as a decision of her part was made, as to NOT share any stories.. she didn't feel like writing any, and I do not wish to write on her behalf.... I've decided to create a pure thread for pictures as well as videos of her journey in the wet journey in this kink. (Wetting) The videos attached below will be of two different events; One in which she wets, and one in which she gives herself a wedgie in some already wet panties. Link to my old "Experience" thread, which included some pictures as well. I'll be updating this for a while, with a new picture or video on a weekly basis. I'll try my best to keep "on schedule" gray panties - couldnt hold it.mp4 wedgie in wet panties.mp4

Hello, People know me probably for content I create - Yada Yada Yada, anyway, I'm just going to skip to the actual information you clicked on.... This might be weird, but I collect diaper anime, and not in small amounts, I have over 2.1 thousand pictures of anime girls and guys in diapers and usually using them... I might collect them for fetish reasons, or for memories, but I collect them mainly for story ideas... If you don't believe me, here... I hope this doesn't affect the way people think of me, but instead gives them a better idea of me. Kind regards [Insert omo]

I have noticed that several users on this site seem to have very impressive image catalogs. I have been trying to build my own, but I am curious as to just how others go about it. Hopefully this thread can allow everyone to streamline their process a wee bit. (<== Get it?) By what means do you assemble your omorashi image library? Do you use any special software to speed the process of downloading images along or just manually download each image? How do you organize your catalog (any special software)? What resources do you draw upon as image sources to be mined? Do you strip-mine the resource (download all the available images) or do you take a more surgical approach (pick and choose the images you like)? Do you allow your collection to grow indefinitely, or do you delete older materials to minimize drain on storage resources? Perhaps most importantly, How do you secure your catalog to protect it from prying eyes and errant clicks? --Glitch

I decided to make a single super-thread for all my creative single-post omorashi writing. Im doing this because not only does it help me practice my skills as a writer, but for convenience as well. I'll be writing fictions that stand by themselves in this single thread. I have a whole bunch of ideas for fiction, and I dont want to make separate threads for each of them, im sure that drowning out other fiction writers would be annoying and rude. Same for the fiction section of the site. So thats all I have for now. Enjoy, and please leave any criticisms and feedback, I appreciate it! I'll start off with one story STORY 1: OFFICER DOWN Officer Danielle Grey was excited to be alone in her police cruiser. She worked hard for her promotion from working behind a desk to a rookie, and now she finally got promoted to the title of a Sheriff, meaning that she didnt need a supervisor anymore breathing down her neck. She was given her own gun, pair of handcuffs, and ever her own police car licensed to her. The midnight shift was one of the most dangerous, yet exciting shifts for any police officer. That's when all the criminals come out, meaning that each night would be a busy one. Danielle drove around aimlessly through the streets, on patrol. It was her first night, so she had to get used to working at that time. She had a cup of really strong coffee before she signed in for patrol, along with a refill and a bottle of water. The caffeine was supposed to make sure she wouldnt doze off or anything, she needed to be fully aware of her surroundings. She brushed her curly blond hair away from her blue eyes, and started to listen to the communications radio. She was called up to resolve a domestic dispute and a loud music compliant. After both were dealt with, she returned to patrolling the streets. She finished up her bottle of water, and felt as alive as ever! However, there was one thing she noticed. Her bladder had filled up. She didnt need to go to the bathroom immediately. Danielle guessed that she could wait. About twenty minutes when by. Her need was quickly starting to annoy her. She had never been a patient person before, so whenever she needed to go, no matter if it was a little, she would go. But tonight, she had to wait, it was her job. A third call when out for the night, calling for multiple units. Somebody was shot in an apartment building. She made her way to the complex, which was about 15 minutes away. She felt her adrenaline pump through her body. Danielle noticed that the nervousness and excitement did no service to her bladder. When she got to the complex, there were two other cruisers and an ambulance. Another officer went to her and explained that the suspect was already in another car, and the victim was being taken to the hospital. But they were starting their questioning of witness and tenants. By standard protocol, once she was at the scene, she couldnt leave until the area was determined safe. The other 3 officers were busying questioning people, so she decided to stand around, waiting for anything to happen. It took the officers only about 10 minutes. During that time, she paced around. Her bladder was now requesting to be emptied. But Danielle had no right to go into an apartment and ask for toilet use, it wasnt allowed. So she waited. After the officers packed up the scene, she rushed back to her car. At least she could drive to the station really quick, she was allowed to take small breaks as long as she signed in. She drove to the station, with her bladder beginning to demand relief. Suddenly at a traffic light, a car sped right in front of her, skipping the red light. Immediately, she sounded her siren, and quickly chased down the car. The car hit the brakes all of a sudden, which forced Danielle to hit her brakes too. The stop sent her going forward, but her seatbelt held her down. The belt was tight, and pressed against her bladder, which intensified her need. Shit She had to maintain composure as she got out of her car. Danielle did her best to hide her desperation, as she walked up to the driver of the car. The driver of the beat-up van was an equally-trashy young woman, early twenties. Under her baseball cap, the woman's hair was blond with black streaks, and tied in a messy ponytail. Her large green eyes were red and she looked sick. "Hello ma'am, may I see your license? You're being pulled over for speeding" "Oh......shit, sure I think" She fumbled around by her side. The smell hit Danielle instantly. "Ma'am, may you please exit the vehicle?" "Whoa, what, why?" the young woman responded in a blurry but surprised voice "I believe you are under the influence of alcohol" "Fuck yeah, thats right...I guess" "How much have you had to drink tonight?" The woman laughed, "You know, just enough" "A few pints?" "Nah, umm, a pack or so...." "OK, step out please" The young woman stepped out. She was wearing a pink tank top that was soaked in the front with a sweet smelling liquid, and white cargo pants. She stumbled out of the car, with Danielle helping her up. With that movement, Danielle felt her bladder get more aggressive. I have to control myself "Let me see you're license" The young woman gave her the card from her hand with a "Ta-da!" and laughed hysterically. Danielle wasnt as amused. 20-year old Carrie Parkson. 20 years old, just one year below the limit. Drunk driving and underaged drinking. Danielle finally bagged one for herself. "OK ma'am, put your hands behind your back please" "What, no...fuck off, please" "C'mon". Danielle grabbed Carrie's arms without much force, and cuffed them "Please....shit, I drank too much" "I know" "No, you...don't know shit, I drank a lot now I gotta piss" So do I. "You should have had a friend drive you home then" "Fuck, please...I'm gonna piss my pants.." "Wait until you get to the station" she said as she tried to force Carrie into the car "No....oh shit....feels good....". Danielle looked down and stepped away a little as Carrie's white cargos immediately went transparent with liquid. The spot traveled down her legs, pooling at her feet. The transparency showed her blue panties soaked under the pants. "You bitch...you made me wet myself, fuck you......" "You could have waited" she responded as she forced Carrie into the back of the car. She read her the Miranda rights, and shut the door on her, as she was mumbling something. Finally, to the station, as she called for a tow. Carrie shifted uncomfortably in the back. She was handcuffed, but her hands could still reach to her back pocket. In it, something Danielle forgot to check while distracted by her own need: a pocketknife. Carrie used her fingers to reach for it, and play with the lock of the handcuffs. After a while, she uncuffed herself. She began laughing drunkenly. "Whats so funny back there?" "Oh...this, you, um, bitch" she replied, as she lunged forward to Danielle's surprise. "Hey!" She hit the brakes as Carrie had both arms around her neck. She had the knife on the other. She wrestled her way to the front seat, stealing Danielle's pistol. In all that wrestling, Danielle noticed she had leaked a little in her underwear. "I'll kill you....fucking bitch, now you put...your hands up or something...." "OK, just relax..." Danielle stepped out of the car, followed by Carrie. Her desperation couldn't be suppressed anymore "Hands behind your hands" Assuming she meant "back", Danielle obeyed. Carrie walked her to a tree. "Hug it, you're in jail now" "Wh-" "Hug it you fucker or I'll die you!" Danielle embraced the tree, still crossing her legs. Carrie went in front of her, and handcuffed her. Danielle was bound to the tree. "Ill come...get you in the tomorrow, so you...*hiccup*...can think about why youre here" "Wait, please don't leave me!" "Oh shit, why not?" Danielle had to be a little honest. "Umm..I need to, you know....pee...." Carrie laughed hysterically, then rubbed her wet pants. "If you made me wet myself, you to do too" "Please..." "Bitch, do it here. Go, wet yourself or Ill shoot" "No..." "Ill do it,just get...over with it" Whimpering, Danielle knew she was at her mercy. She closed her eyes, and let go. Her uniform pants was black, so nothing was shown, but felt. She felt warmness go down freely down her legs. She crouched a little, so it wouldnt go up her little white panties underneath. There were streams that fell from her thighs and lower butt to the grass below. She turned red with humiliation. Danielle turned to look at Carrie, who was laughing hysterically. "C-can you not...I mean....umm...p-ple-" "That was funny, hope you...uh, enjoyed it" With that, Carrie drunkenly stumbled away into the street, throwing the gun to the floor. "Wait!" Danielle shouted out. "Don't leave me like this!" Carrie flipped her middle finger at her, without turning back. Danielle couldn't get to the radio either to ask for help. The area she was in was dark, and desolate, lighted up only by the headlights of her car. Not much people went by here. Maybe if she hadn't turned off the emergency lights, someone would have noticed. "Help! Anyone, please!" she shouted out for the next ten or so minutes. She whined as her pants began to cool in the cold night air. She was damp and cold, and beyond that, humiliated. Her first night as a sheriff, and she was handcuffed to a tree in wet pants. Who knows how long she'd be here? Someone would eventually find her, but not until maybe a couple of hours, in her disgraced state. Danielle sighed. At least she wasn't desperate. Her sighs of relief turned into groans, as she sat down and waited for help. This is going to be a long night.