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I have enjoyed making videos more then I thought I would~ I like trying stuff~ I wet the same pair of jeans tonight 3 times watching a movie and it was so nice~ any suggestions/ what you'd wanna see in a video? (Not requests, can't do everything/limits to what I can do) but think it'll be fun to see why you all would like to see~ I do have more lingerie outfits~ can be what you'd like me to wear or what you'd wanna see me do~

Thought it'd be fun to start a thread. What's a fantasy you can't wait to try out? I'll start, I'd love for my partner to bind my hands behind my back. Not let me up to use the bathroom, even pull my hair and tell me I have to wait till he says I can go. And when I bust all over myself, I want him to bend me over his knee and spank me....would be really nice if he pee'ed on my wet panties since I didn't make it and to not just go into writing straight porn. Have his way with me after that and really punish me.

"Uhmm... Uhmmmmhhh..." A white-haired girl in her pajamas rolled on her bed, her legs tightly squeezing the soft, fluffy pillow she was hugging. Judging by her youthful looks, you would be forgiven to think that she was still in middle school, even though by all rights, she was already in high school instead. "Need to go... the bathroom..." Not to mention her current... issue, which normally wouldn't happen to an older girl of her age. She turned and groaned, one hand now buried in her crotch. Her hips gyrated back and forth, giving a nice view of her ample bottom. "Mmmm... It's locked... Why is it locked?" Her fidgeting grew more intense as time went on. She now had both hands pressed into her crotch and was actively rolling back and forth. Until eventually, she rolled too much and fell off her bed. Now, normally, a year ago, this would be when the warmth of shame spread between her legs, soaking her panties, pajama trousers, and the poor carpet that her mother would've to clean later. But, thanks to a certain incident, that would never happen again. "Urghhhh..." She opened her eyes, sitting groggily for a moment as she rubbed them. Only to return back to her squirming state from before, burying her hands between her legs yet again. "Oooh, I really need to go..." Swiftly, she stood up, quickly switching into a pee dance as she thought about what her next action should be. "Mom! Are you awake yet? I need to go!" The girl slowly made her way out of her room, still writhing and squirming, moving her ample butt left and right. "Honey, I'm coming!" To her relief, she didn't have to go down the stairs in this state as her mother barged into the room right before she could reach for the doorknob. Slamming the wood right onto her face in the process. "Kyah!" She let out a shriek as she fell backwards, landing on her bottom with her legs wide open. The perfect pose to have an accident. "Honey! Are you al—oohhh!" The older silver-haired lady pressed her hands into her crotch, feeling her bladder rapidly expanding, sending her into a state of desperation in an instant. As for the young girl, she experienced the exact opposite. She had a blissful, relieved look as her full bladder deflated. However, there was no warm puddle forming between her legs. Her panties and pajama pants remained completely dry. Sadly, the older woman didn't experience the same fortune. "Ahhnnn... It's coming out..." She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes as a soft hissing noise filled the air, followed by the acrid scent of pee. She fell down, still burying her hands as warmth exploded from her tinkle tank. A woman in her thirties (though she certainly didn't look the part) wetting herself. And right in front of her daughter too. When she finished, her white skirt and panties were soaked from top to bottom. Even her socks and sandals didn't escape the wetness. She now sat in the middle of a large puddle of her own making. Indeed, ever since that certain, fateful day, the girl could not pee on her own. No matter how desperate she got, not a single drop would escape her own peehole. She could only transfer her pee to other women, using their peeholes as hers. Holding it in permanently was not an option as eventually, she would either damage her own bladder or it would just burst, transporting her pee into every single female near her. Not to mention the pain she would incur by doing so. Seeing her mother having an accident, the girl... - felt extremely bad. She had embarrassed her terribly for sure! (Lawful +1) - felt just a little bad. It can't be helped! She was bursting! (Chaotic +1) - felt a strange sense of delight. Her pretty mother wetting herself like this... It just makes her even cuter! (Lewd +1) For the two alignments, they would have opposing effects on our character's bladder: Lawful = The more Lawful she is, the stronger her control over her bladder is. She can hold for longer and she can prevent accidental bladder transfer more. At max Lawful, she can hold for days without transferring a single drop. Chaotic = The more Chaotic she is, the weaker her control over her bladder is. She can hold for less and would accidentally leak her bladder content to girls surroundings her more. At max Chaotic, she can barely hold her water at all. She has to constantly transfer her pee into everyone around her. And a lot of the time, she wouldn't even be able to control who she transfers it to. As for Lewdity, the bigger Lewdity she has, the more willing she will be to do lewd stuff. It also makes her personality be lewder as well. Also, vote for her name as well. Try to give her a vaguely Japanese name. (I reserve veto right if I don't like the most popular name).

Chapter 1 (Thanks to @DerivativeWings for proofreading) “Senator, we would like further comment on the recently approved Booze Fiesta program!” One of the interviewers closest to the Senator exclaimed, eclipsing many others who weren’t as lucky to get the latest scoop on the new government program. Not looking at the lucky interviewer, but instead at the cameras, as if she could see the thousands of eyes currently on her, Senator Isabel Luna replied firmly. “Our country’s alcohol market has always been a stronghold of our economy, having made up to 4% of our total revenue on prior decades. But there has been a steady decline on its consumption over the past few years. Through tax breaks, awareness, and the use of cutting-edge technology, we hope to bring our numbers up, develop the alcohol industry, and the country along with it.” She walked away, white heels clacking, past the crowd of interviewers bombarding her with questions regarding her program promoting alcoholism and the strain on elderly care that this could put on the health care system. They could not see the bigger picture anyways. A cutthroat prodigy with a blossoming politics career, she was making a gamble and was not going to be interrupted. She then got into a black Lexus that was waiting for her. “Take me home, will you?” “As you wish, Senator.” A driver, who might as well be nameless to the cold aristocrat behind him, said. Inside, while fixing her make-up, she saw the 37-year-old wavy haired brunette prodigy responsible for a new gilded age on her pocket mirror, the golden child of democracy, sharp green eyes piercing the souls of any who dared question her competence. She was going to conquer this world, and no one could stop her. As the black Lexus drove away from the crowd of journalists, another woman was looking at her own car. She had a slim frame, shoulder length blue hair, big blue eyes, a red shirt, and a black jacket with matching tight pants. The blue haired woman was staring downwards at a beige Toyota that, in contrast to the Senator’s Lexus, had seen better days. “Someone pissed on the tire again…” This was the third time this week that Irene Andalucía found her car, a joint-venture between her and her photographer, assaulted by the contents of an overflowing bladder. Senator Isabel’s press conference had been ironically positioned three blocks away from a very popular bar, business booming from the recent policy. But most of the press did not discuss what to her seemed like an obvious consequence. Public restrooms were already somewhat scarce to anyone who wasn’t a customer, and many were in a pitiful state. Not enough to be considered a public health emergency, but enough to where one would think twice about going to the restrooms. It wasn’t uncommon for a woman to rush to the toilet as soon as she got home from work, a date, shopping, from living a healthy life in general. Slightly inconvenient, but on the grand scheme of things, inoffensive. But the Booze Fiesta program meant that the average woman would be pumping herself of what was essentially a diuretic far more than usual on a city that lacked the infrastructure to accommodate for that, and the streets were already facing the consequences. Past midnight, it would not be infrequent to see women searching for somewhere private: a bush, an alley or in this case, the side of a car. After having clashed with eternal bathroom lines and rejection from local businesses that already had someone making good use of their plumbing, tons of women had no other choice. Irene, being a sturdy drinker herself, had also been the one power washing the pavement on occasion, so she couldn’t feel but feel some empathy. But empathy can start to run dry when the tires of your car get wet thanks to some greedy bimbo playing around with your city’s budget. She did not think things had to be like this, this was something that modern society should have already been under control. The government was supposed to be for the good of the nation, therefore it shouldn’t be too much to ask for public restrooms that would not be revolting or useless to half of the population. But politicians clearly didn’t care. Inside the car was a woman reclined on the seat, curly black hair falling over her black shirt, wearing a plaided red and black skirt, long legs clad with fishnet tights and crimson leather boots on the car board, playing around on her phone. “Hey Alex, someone pissed on the car tire” “Yeah, a girl came, I thought she was just going to tie her shoelaces. Next thing I know she got the whole thing soaked” “You should really clean this car...” “Eh, nothing good ol’ road dirt won’t fix. Car wash weekend’s almost there anyways.” “Whatever you say…” Irene then got inside of the car, reclining her seat, resting from the hectic wilderness of the press conference. “You got any good ones?” “Barely, place was packed. Here’s the best I could get.” Alex then showed the screen of the camera to Irene, scrolling through the three photos she took. “Two of these are just some random guy’s back” “Yeah, they were almost good shots, but there’s always some asshole shoving themselves into the frame. Last one’s decent enough.” The photo currently on the screen was one of the crowd of journalists listening to Senator Isabel on the podium, her beige shirt, along with the white blazer and skirt combo almost made it seem as if she was emitting light herself. “Ooh this one’s nice!” “It better be, I almost got my arm crushed for that one.” Alex exclaimed, an odd pride coming through her voice. Irene then reclined her seat, exhaling deeply. “So, anything spicy? Couldn’t hear the interviews with all the noise going on.” “Nope, the big channel guys were all over her. No way around them.” “Those assholes. Who even watches that shit anyways? So many resources for something that is only watched by dying old geezers.” “Old money’s hard to match, I guess.” Irene said, looking distraught. “Hey, cheer up! I got these!” She then took a can of beer and coffee out of her purse, holding it up for Irene to see. “Not a scoop but a sip! The coffee’s for me. Don’t drink and drive, y’know. Drink up!” “Thanks…” Irene stared deeply at the beer can on her hand. “Hey, all good?” “Did you know that in India 23% of girls drop out of school due to it not having any toilets?” “Ah?” “This shit’s serious, women should be able to pee in peace instead of catching whatever biological weapon might be brewing on public toilets or having some creep ogling her half naked.” Irene exclaimed, with a subtle, yet deep rooted anger. “Oh right, public urination epidemic.” “The whole Booze Fiesta nonsense isn’t making things any better either. They clearly don’t care about fixing things.” “Hey, at least the account’s doing well. You can thank yours truly, media master Alex Merelo whenever you wish!” Alex said, bringing a hand up to her chest. “Still can’t believe the Ministry of Equality rejected the campaign. I mean, one’d think advocating for women to have proper access to toilets would fall in their area, right?” “They’re all equally pigs, I tell you. The campaign account’s starting to get clout anyways.” “Getting blocked by fascists online isn’t clout, Alex.” Irene then opened the beer, gulping away at it. “I shouldn’t have to play Russian Roulette with my bladder every time I want to leave my house y’know.” Alex fidgeted slightly on her seat. “Speaking of, coffee’s kinda knocking on the door right now...had to stay awake somehow.” “Yeah, same, I had a lot waiting for that bitch to show up. My apartment’s close, let’s go. See, if this city was halfway decent, I wouldn’t have to go all the way home just to be sure I’m not going to be pissing outdoors.” “Almost there, almost there…” Both women heard those words and some jostling coming from outside the car. *psh pshhh HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* “F-fuck yesssssssssss…” A strained voice moaned, being drowned by the sounds of liquid hitting the ground. “You hear that?” Irene and Alex leaned over the car window, finding a well-endowed blonde in a short white party dress squatting next to the door, lacy lavender panties with slightly frilled edges pulled down to her thighs and a relentless stream coming from between her legs. Her face seemed absent of any worry, only bliss coming through it. “Four times! Four times, goddamnit!” “Ah!” The straight-haired blonde jolted at the woman below her, putting her scarce balance at risk. “D-don’t you dare piss on the car paint!” Alex howled, “I’m so, so sorry, I couldn’t find a toilet and I just couldn’t take it anymore!” The blonde exclaimed, stream still going full force. “Oh god, it won’t stop-” “…Wait, have I seen you somewhere before?” “…No, you haven’t” She said, her face suddenly pale now. Irene then took a closer look at the woman in front of her, being struck with a sudden realization. “Hey, you’re Gigi Gali!” “No, I’m not!” Gigi exclaimed, hands covering her face. Alex then popped up, phone in hand. “Oh shit, as in, the fashion influencer?!” “That’d explain the fancy earrings and watch...” “Woah, we got big leagues in here! Hey, can I have your autograph? Not selling it, I swear.” “What are you s--?! F-Fine, fine, whatever. But at least let me get proper first…” Gigi said, stream still going. As Alex was caught up in the societal whirlwind of celebrity worship, Irene Andalucía felt her blood boiling civically at the sight of the overflowing woman before her eyes, having just had a realization of the golden opportunity that she had just run into. “Name’s Irene Andalucía, social rights journalist. Are you interested in an interview?”

My Day Spa Turns Into a Nightmare – 9 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 9 - My training intensifies My shower was complete, but to my dismay, the bondage mittens were secured before Emily released my hands from the manacles. These women took no chances. There was always some kind of bondage holding me captive. Next, I was dressed in a disposable diaper, without plastic pants and a sun dress for the morning. I crawled down to the kitchen and was helped into a high chair for my morning breakfast. A safety strap was placed around my waist and I could hear the distinct sound of a lock being snapped shut behind me. I presumed that I was locked in the high chair. The mittens were removed and a breakfast consisting of warm cereal was placed in front of me. Bottles were given to me on a regular basis so my need to pee was virtually constant. The sun dress was so short that when I sat in the high chair my diaper was in plain view. I couldn't see it because of the tray attached to the high chair, but anyone in the room would know that I was diapered. The nursery rhyme once again played, and I immediately felt an extreme need to pee. I didn't want any more punishments, so I released my pee into my diaper. It was actually a pleasurable feeling to be able to find relief and feel the sensation of wetness expanding through my diaper. Madam Nicole looked down at my diaper and smiled. "I see baby Kim's wetness indicator has turned blue...very good girl." "Emily, give Baby Kim one of those baby cookies as a treat." I smiled at this small act of kindness. After breakfast, I received a diaper change, but this time I was put into cloth diapers and plastic panties. I was left in my sun dress and the horrible bondage mittens remained on my hands as did the pacifier in my mouth. I was so tired from the night before that when Madam said I was being put down for a morning nap I was glad. I was again locked in my crib and left with a bottle to finish. Emily put headphones over my ears because she said that it would help me sleep. I fell asleep instantly. I wasn't sure how long I had been sleeping when I heard the nursery rhyme telling me to wet my diaper. The strange thing was I wasn't sure if it was the song that woke me or the fact that I felt my cloth diaper getting wet that woke me. The two things seemed to happen simultaneously. I was being conditioned like one of Pavlov's dogs! Actually, it was pretty amazing. I wondered if I was somehow being hypnotized during my sleep to wet on command. Emily eventually came to get me out of my crib and took me directly to the changing table. Things were starting to become somewhat routine, if you consider being treated as a baby girl routine! I was secured to the changing table and went through the usual cleaning, powdering, etc. What wasn't routine was that Emily again greased my bottom hole with her finger. I panicked, but she told me there would be no suppositories unless I "earned" another punishment. She produced a small slender dildo and slipped it up my backside. I was so greased up that it slid right in. Emily pulled the diaper up between my legs and this helped to keep the dildo in place for the time being. "Madam Nicole wanted me to place a dildo in your rear as a little reward for your better behavior." I thought to myself...reward? Emily completed my outfit with very tight-fitting rubber panties and a short belly shirt. She explained that the rubber panties would keep my diaper tight, the dildo in place, and add to my enjoyment. My enjoyment, I again wondered? Still in the mittens, Emily put me back into the toddler harness and led me downstairs at the end of a leash attached to the back of the harness. I learned how toddlers feel when they are kept in tow this way. If I moved in the wrong direction, I was immediately pulled and directed in the way my handler, Emily, wanted me to go. I felt like such a little child and was kept under the strictest control at all times. I was very aware of my backdoor intruder. Every time I took a step, the dildo also moved. My muscles would instinctively try to repel the dildo, but the tight rubber panties would push it right back in place. This caused the dildo to move in and out and to my surprise was very pleasurable. We came into a room where Madam Nicole was reading. She looked up at me and told Emily to place me in a makeshift bouncy chair. It was nothing more than a swing made out of thick rubber straps suspended from the ceiling. It took both of them to help me get situated on the swing. I looked down at the swing. Basically it was a large rubber strap that fit between my legs and was suspended from the ceiling. Another rubber strap fit around my waist. In essence, it was like a baby swing that you might see in any park. I was instructed to jump up and down much like an infant would use a bouncy chair. Madam Nicole was afraid that I might fall out of the sling, so my hands were secured above my head. As soon as I sat down on the rubber strap it pushed the dildo way up my butt. The swing, the bouncing motion, the tight rubber panties, and of course the dildo were all bringing some unbelievable pleasure to my backside. I had never felt such a pleasurable feeling coming from deep inside my butt and was pleasantly surprised. I kept a very steady jumping pace and my excitement really started to build. I actually thought that I could come if allowed to continue. It was at that moment that the nursery rhyme played, and I found myself peeing into my diaper. Everything was a blur to me. I was feeling sensations from my wetting, and the dildo just became too much for me. I screamed out as I climaxed and was glad my hands were secured above me, or I would have fallen out of the swing. I was still trying to get my composure back when Madam Nicole started to yell at me. "You little slut." "I let you wear a little dildo for some pleasure, and you have to go and ride it for a big O!" "You have violated the 'stay pure' rule, and you WILL be punished." "Emily, get my riding crop." Before I knew what was happening, the swing was removed from between my legs, but my hands remained tied above my head. Nicole pulled down my rubber panties and slid my diaper down my legs. The dildo was still up my backside. Nicole made the following demand, "I am going to whip your bottom with my riding crop for breaking the rules." "If you expel the dildo while I am whipping you, you will receive further punishments." "Understand, little girl?" I nodded yes, but already my tears were falling. Madam Nicole started on my bottom with her little whip. With each blow I would jump and cry out in pain. I was not able to concentrate on keeping the dildo in me with her whipping my butt. After receiving 5 blows, my muscles simply pushed the dildo out, and it actually seemed to shoot out of my greased bottom. Nicole picked up the intruder and put it to my face. My smell on the dildo was quite evident. She instructed me to kiss it, and after I did, she threw it on the floor. "Girl, I am not done with you!" "Chris would not appreciate me returning his wife to him as a little butt ranger, now would he?" I tried to nod "yes" the best I could. Nicole undid my wrist restraints and placed me over her knee in the traditional spanking position. My diaper was still around my ankles. Nicole used her own hand to spank me, and she was relentless. I was crying and wiggling to get out of the way, but each spanking stung my butt. Finally, Nicole tired of spanking me and pushed me to the floor. "I want little Kimberly to crawl over to the dildo and bring it back to me in her teeth." I wanted to refuse, but I didn't want any more punishments. I still wore the bondage mittens so crawling was just a little awkward. I got to where the dildo was and reached down like a dog picking up a bone and grabbed it with my teeth. I was repulsed. "Come here little doggie," Madam called out. I crawled back to where Nicole was sitting. She grabbed the dildo from my mouth and threw it across the room. "Go and fetch it again, now!" "Hurry up you little diaper slut." I crawled over to where the dildo was sitting and again brought it back to Nicole in my mouth. Nicole kept this up until I was totally exhausted. Nicole wasn't quite done with my humiliation. She instructed Emily to bring me a large bowl of water and I had to lap it up like a dog. This was repeated until I drank 3 large bowls of water. It was time for bed, and I was ready to turn in. To Be Continued…..

View File ACZD-064 ACZD-064 - Secret Peeing Taken By Mako Maeda. ACZD-064-01 - The actress films herself wetting her panties over a small towel. ACZD-064 -02 - The actress stands over the camera and wets her panties. ACZD-064-03 - The actress desperate to pee films herself wetting her pajamas and then puts them in the washing machine. It then cuts to her wearing a shirt and panties as she sits in the same spot as before and wets herself again. ACZD-064 -04 - It starts off with the actress wearing a skirt desperate to pee trying to hold it until she wets herself. It then cuts to her sitting on a bed wearing a leotard and a diaper. After she gets done peeing in the diaper she takes it off to show how much she peed. It then cuts again to her wearing yet another skirt wetting herself again. ACZD-064-05 - It starts with the actress wearing a dress and pantyhose while drinking a bunch of liquids. She tries to hold it for as long as she can before wetting herself followed by taking a shower. It the cuts to her picking out a diaper to wear for the next part. It then cuts to her walking on screen in jeans after wetting herself with a wet bum (I assume she couldn't hold it in time while trying to get the camera ready). She then takes her pants off to show off that she is wearing the diaper she picked out earlier along with showing off how full it was. ACZD-064 Uncut - Has everything above plus some enemas/pooping in diapers and pantie pooping. Screenshots are in order of the files Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 12/05/2022 Category JAV Collections  

Matilda the Bear By Horatio Husky Commission for ArtMckinley Chapter I. Matilda inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as the night air of the forest filled her spirit lungs and nostrils with a sweet, damp scent. The leaves and branches crunched satisfyingly underneath her large foot paws as she walked along her usual midnight stroll, the bottom of her dress billowing beneath her but above the dew covered grass, keeping itself away from its moisture. The being had dressed herself in a maternal looking apron on top of her dress, resembling the image of a motherly caretaker from decades past. She always had a habit of taking a while to catch up to modern fashions, and enjoyed staying a little behind in the times. Her figure was still intimidating despite her motherly appearance, long brown hair, a towering height of well over seven feet, and as with most females bear spirits she bore heavy set breasts and large arms and legs. As a spirit, however, she wasn’t bothered by her appearance, and fully embraced her largeness with a positive personality. Not to mention, she had other worries than how she looked. Her concerns were with the locals and their relation to the forest, keeping sure that each stayed where they belonged and didn’t bother each other too much. That’s when the car with its brights on and music blaring decided to park by the side of the road bordering the forest, her ears perked up, and she followed the source of the noise. Goodness me! If this is Tom again getting home late and drunk his wife isn’t the only one that is going to have strong words with him, she thought to herself annoyedly, remembering how one of the locals had a bad habit of drinking and driving, and how on multiple occasions she had to nurse him back to health herself. The distinct smell of booze was in the air as she approached, her sensitive nostrils picking up a few other choice scents as she drew closer. Are those teenagers out again sleeping with each other away from their parents? Goodness me the youth today truly are shameless! At last she stood next to the car by the passenger side window, she leaned over and peeked inside. Much to her horror, the scene before her was uglier than any she had seen before. Covered in sweat and runny make-up a girl who looked to be in her early twenties lay in the driver’s seat, her breath reeking of alcohol as she moaned to herself loudly, her right hand stuck in the front of her pants working its way in and out of what Matilda presumed to be her unspeakables. Several black highlights were present in her dirty blonde hair, and she was clad in what was in Matilda’s opinion, “Scant, modern rags.” “What do you think you’re doing, young lady? Do you know what time it is? And goodness gracious, do you have any idea how naughty this behavior is! Drunk and touching yourself in the middle of the forest, tsk tsk. You do know that it's a school night and the squirrel kids have to be up bright and early to go to their nut-gathering classes! And don’t even get me started on the birds and worms!” The young woman started at first, turning to gaze at the forest spirit and narrowing her eyes, having difficulty focusing on her blacked out state. Suddenly comprehension dawned on her incapacitated state of mind, and she let out a yelp. “BEAR! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP THERE’S A BEAR OUTSIDE MY WINDOW!” She fumbled with her keys to get them into the ignition, but Matilda was too quick for her. “You’re not going anywhere tonight young lady, you’re coming with me!” Before she realized what was happening, the bear had walked around the front of the car, opened the driver’s seat, and gently extricated the young lady from her car. Cradling her gently in her arms, she entered into a brisk walk back into the forest towards her home, the young lady blinking and trying to come to her senses while the world spun around her. “L-let me go! I don’t want to be eaten! W-why are you talking anyway… What are you… You’re a bear!” The young woman’s words slurred, which only added to Matilda’s disapproval, “Your behavior is absolutely inappropriate, young lady, a fine thing such as yourself has so much more potential in this world. Ladies like you should be in school learning to make the world a better place, not ravaging through drink and self-indulgence! And if not school you should be finding yourself a husband or wife! This really doesn’t suit you.” The young woman was now utterly confused. Why is this bear talking to me like she’s my mom? Did somebody slip something into my drink and now I’m hallucinating? Before long the party of two had arrived at Matilda’s cottage, a humble looking abode with smoke coming out of a chimney in the back and a comfortable looking porch in the front. “Let’s get you cleaned up now and perhaps something warm in your stomach, if it can handle it. How does that sound, kitten?” ‘Kitten’ blinked her eyes, unable to believe what she was seeing. The inside of the cottage looked nothing like she expected it too. They hadn’t entered a one room building like she expected, but they were now standing in the front hallway of what looked to be quite a large house. As her blurry vision cleared slightly, she saw a staircase leading up to a second floor, and several rooms connecting to each other on the first floor including a kitchen, living room, and what she presumed to be a dining room. “How… What… Wh-” “Hush now dearest, we need to get you cleaned up and in your crib! It’s way past your bed-time.” The young lady was now utterly confused, and almost completely convinced that what she was experiencing was either a hallucination or a drunkenly induced dream. “I’m never drinking again…” she muttered to herself, rather unconvincingly. “Well that’s a start at least! There’s plenty of other things I’ll be training out of you, but that's the one that’s definitely near the top of the list!” After wiping her foot-paws on the rug near the front of the door and locking the door behind her, the bear carried her charge up the stairs of her home and turned a corner, leading them into a white, spacious bathroom. Patterns of smiling ducks, sailors, and beach animals decorated the walls, and a large bathtub in the corner decorated the interior of the bathroom space. Before she had time to marvel at how clean and pristine the bear kept the place looking, Kitten found the bear was now tugging at her clothing, stripping her down naked. “What are you doing!? D-don’t take my clothes off!” The bear stopped for a moment, a patient expression on her muzzle as she set the girl down on the counter. Adopting a chiding tone, she explained, “Now now little one, I can’t get you cleaned up if you’re still wearing all this icky clothing! Not to mention they’re not fit for somebody as pretty as you. Be good now!” She shook her head, still protesting, “Stop touching my clothes you stupid bitch, I told you I didn’t want your help!” Suddenly the world shifted and turned almost upside down. Before she knew it, she was lying stomach down in the bear’s lap. “What are you- OWW!” Whap! went Matilda’s paw as she spanked her charge’s now exposed behind. She cried out, much to her own surprise as tears poured down her cheeks. Matilda tutted under her breath and continued to rhythmically deliver punishment onto her kitten’s behind. “Now look what I have to do, I don’t like giving spankings but you have simply given me no choice. I bet your mother would not approve of the potty mouth that you have developed either!” At this point the girl was now sobbing, snot coming out of her nostrils as the tears further smudged her already spread make-up. Matilda’s ears perked up, as she heard the human mutter and babble out what sounded like a pitiful apology. She quirked an eyebrow, and paused a little longer before she delivered the next smack on the quickly reddening cheeks of her charge. Well that was quick… She seems to be pretty malleable in this state… Hmm… Perhaps…? Speaking in a clear voice, she paused after her 19th spank and addressed the pitiful looking girl in her lap in an authoritative tone. “Now then, are you going to be speaking like that to Mama Bear ever again? Or do I have to show you more of what girls with potty mouths get?” Practically blubbering, the young woman shook her head and managed to stammer out, “N-no… I’m not going to s-speak like that to you again… P-promise!” She spoke, her words intermixed with hiccups and shaking sobs. Matilda realized that she was barely lucid as she lay completely still and limp in her lap, unable to resist the punishment that she had been delivering on her bare behind. She continued, maintaining the same dominating tone of voice as she further chastised, “I thought so! Drinking and touching yourself and staying out late at night, not to mention driving under the influence! You’ve been a very, very naughty girl and you’re going to get even more spanking if you keep this up! You’re lucky I’m letting you off tonight because you’re tired and probably are in great need of a bath and a good night’s sleep! Are you going to behave for me while I clean you up, young lady?” Nodding emphatically, the girl continued to sob and pant in Matilda’s lap. Matilda gently lifted her charge up and laid her head against her shoulder, standing up and supporting her underneath her bottom as she did so. “Now then, let’s get you cleaned up shall we?” Gently carrying her over to the bathtub she deposited her inside, turning the water on and tugging off the young woman’s shirt, the last of the clothing that she had been wearing. “Now, what should we call you?” Matilda mused to herself out loud, as she turned on the warm water and adjusted the girl’s body into a rough sitting position, pouring some shampoo into the water as it began to rise up around her legs. “Hmm… I think Annie would suit you quite nicely, don’t you think so dear?” Annie’s eyes fluttered in response, and she groaned softly, her brow furrowing in a contorted, pained expression. A second trickle sounded in the air, and Matilda quickly realized that her blacked out charge was now adding her own urine to the bathwater. “Goodness me! It’s a good thing we got you in the bath before you soiled yourself! We’re going to have to do something about that if you’re going to be sleeping on my bed sheets! Now, I should still have the nursery set up.” Turning off the faucets she drained the bath before turning on the hot water once more. Retrieving a large rag she dipped it into the steaming water and started to gently wash the girl’s body, holding her various limbs and taking great care that her washing felt soft and gentle. The bear began to hum a tune under her breath as she worked away, speaking softly and cooing over Annie as she washed the make-up from her face and dabbed at her sensitive bits, ensuring that she was clean from top to bottom. “That should do it, all squeaky clean! Let’s get you dried then.” She turned off the water and pulled the plug, letting the bathwater and soap suds swirl away as she picked Annie up and out of the tub, laying her down on a towel she had spread on the bathroom floor. Annie could barely comprehend what was happening to her as Matilda ruffled her short, tomboyish hair in a towel and wrapped her up in the one she was laying on. Satisfied that she was dry, the bear scooped her up, still wrapped in the towel and carried her out of the bathroom. Walking down the hallway she took a left before she entered a room that Annie thought must have been a figment of her imagination. It looked like a regular nursery, except every piece of furniture, toys, and even the diapers beneath the changing table seemed to be oversized. Annie blinked twice, her vision still blurry, and a singular thought bubbled up to the surface of her drunken mind, “I crashed my car, hit my head, and now I’m seeing things…”

Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)

Hello ! Been into omorashi for quite a while, so I decided after a while to make this account. Might post some fnf omorashi art (mostly related to females), but my OC'S might also be used. I don't take requests for now tho, sorry !

Couldn’t start the video in time wetting my tights View File I was participating in a live hold on here and tried to get a video of my accident but absolutely couldn’t hold it and started peeing before I hit record Submitter FemDespLover94 Submitted 09/22/2022 Category Female  

Alright, since my first thread will be a bunch of different stuffs, now this one will be only centered around Friday night funkin. There will be mostly female characters and it will contain bladder bulging, a LOT of desperation and some wetting here and there. Btw, you can also post your fnf omorashi art here, I don't mind. Here's all of the omo art I already made and posted on my first thread. Might make another thread in the future for requests, who knows.

Wearing a dress and tights and have drank 2 full water bottles. Might do another? We shall see. Someone keep me motivated to hold on

So far of all my wettings this has got to be one of my favorites so far. I have wanted to pee in a wedding dress for a while. I just like the thought of looking so pretty in a wedding dress and then just peeing in it and it lived up to expectations. So before I was even dressed I already has to pee A LOT. I go to get dressed. As I’m putting my panties on I feel like I’m gonna leak. As I’m going to put some undergarments on I actually do leak in my panties so before I’m even dressed I’m a bit wet so a good start. I finished getting dressed without leaking anymore. The dress is knee length and the skirt part of it has exactly 8 layers so it’s a pretty poofy dress which I like about it. Probably would have been more fun with a floor length dress but it was still very fun. Under the dress I’m wearing a bra, white panties, light brown high heel shoes and white tights. I wore a white sweater over the dress but left it unbutton because I liked the way it looked like that and I wore a vail with it. It took 10 minutes after getting dressed for the next leak to come which was weird because usually after the first leak I will be constantly leaking. This one leaves about a penny sized wet spot on my tights. After that the leaks started coming much faster the second was small but the third was bigger and now the wet spot went down to almost my knees. Then after the fourth it was at my ankles. I was almost at the point where it started to pool in my shoes. A few leaks later and the pee just started to reach my shoes. There had been a lot of leaks by now so I lost count but by about the tenth one I had a 5 minute break between the next leak because a lot came out on the tenth one. I went into the mirror to look at myself because I knew I could hold it after letting a big leak out. I looked so pretty in the wedding dress and the giant wet spot going all the way down to my shoes just made me look even prettier. I’ve dressed up in wedding dresses many times before this but I’ve never peed in it before now so this was a fun new experience. A few minutes after that the next leak hit me. It was another one of the smaller leaks and by know my tights where so wet that it didn’t make the wet spot any bigger. I had about 5 more small leaks before I couldn’t hold any longer and it all started to come out. My tights where already soaked and they became even wetter. The pee started to pool in my shoes. It was just such a great feeling to let it all come out especially in such a pretty outfit. It took about a minute for me to let it all go. My tights were completely soaked now. Every time I took a step there was a splash from the pee in my shoes. My dress actually stayed pretty dry but the inner layer was a bit wet. I went to go look in the mirror and the wet spot was a bit bigger before. It looked so pretty to see such a big wet spot on my tights in my wedding dress. I just stayed dressed like that for a bit because it felt so good to be wet in my tights and shoes and the dress was super pretty and comfortable. It was a very fun wetting to say the least, I would definitely recommend wetting in a wedding dress to anyone who wants to do it.

Heres another idea i thought of. We need more ralsei deltarune omorashi. Now hear me out: There isnt any omorashi (that i've seen) of ralsei from chapter 2. (See included image for reference.) So, shouldnt there be more ralsei omo on this site? Thats what im thinking anyway. Again, like all of my topics: Use this if you want for a writing piece, or artwork.

So rather than fill up the board with new threads for each image dump, I thought it prudent to consolidate all future posts/image dumps to one mega thread. So boom, here be thread. Just as I thought I was done with this barely working mess, Novel A.I. actually fixed its issues. Now the site actually works reliably. Every time I think I'm out, they pull me back in. But before I just dump another batch of images, some people have asked that I give some sort of basic tutorial on Novel A.I., or at least what I've learned. So I'm going to post something here that I recently posted on another thread. I hope this helps. ============================= NOVEL A.I. Basic Omorashi Tutorial ============================= EDIT: THERE IS NOW A MORE UPDATED/CONSOLIDATED VERSION OF THIS TUTORIAL POSTED TO PIXIV LINK --> https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=18609737 This is what I've learned and rendered in my first week with this crazy new sci-fi shit. Yikes what a week. Below I've posted my first attempts at "Landscape" mode, and it was definitely harder and took longer. Going forward I'm gonna try and work on clothing stains/saturation and getting the pee right, so it doesn't look like melted gold half the time. Maybe some of you "scientists" can figure that out, now that you have my mountaintop temple teachings. All of these new images along with the older ones are also viewable in my albums if that's easier. (link below) https://www.omorashi.org/profile/2305-duffman/?tab=node_gallery_gallery And the rest.

Say little question since I've been posting more here. I seem to get a good amount of likes and comments (thank you all) so I thought I'd ask a little question. Feel like my other half's bored, I try to make cute videos and have accidents for him. But we don't go out out a lot, and i'm not sure what I can do to spice stuff up for him. I know I'm more into bondage and humiliation parts of omo, but trying to think from the opposite gender p.o.v is harder then most ppl think. So I figured worth a shot to ask for some ideas~ What would you guys want your partner to do? I know we're all diff but I figured worth a shot, worst case the conversations on these threads can be a nice escape a while.

I would like to meet a young japanese kawaii abdl girl if your reading. If you also know of any place i could go to find them online i would really appreciate the point in the right direction!

View File Pee-holding contest with six women (full length) The full version of a six-way pee-holding contest that has had a few videos bouncing around on the internet for some time! Submitter fluidlikewater Submitted 11/28/2022 Category JAV Collections  

A/N: This story will include sex/masturbation from BOTH SEXES!! At the top of each section I will include a warning if there is sex, and if it includes men in detail, and there will be ** next to the paragraph(s) that include it so it can be skipped if wanted. ALSO this is completely fictional and a fantasy! Please don’t do this to real hotels, speaking as someone who works in one, our housekeepers don’t want to clean up after this! I chew my lip as a nervous habit, and right now, it’s swollen. I signed up online, months ago, for a “special getaway” to a hotel in Florida that is hosting a VIP Event. I never thought I’d get chosen to attend, and once I saw that I was I immediately put down the deposit. It was a bit expensive, but that’s to be expected for an event of this nature. Heavy discretion, clean up, and set up. I close my suitcase full of sundresses, bathing suits, panties, and casual clothes and head to the airport. the plane ride was mostly uneventful, though by the end I was feeling a need to pee. Not urgent at all, as it was only a three hour plane ride, but a nice, comfortable urge. I pulled my skirt down a bit as I stood and adjusted my white blouse, exiting the plane. As I waited for my luggage, I squeezed my legs together as my Arousal rose higher. I was finally going to get to indulge in my “interests” with other people, and maybe find someone I can share it with forever. How many people would attend? How much of the hotel can we use? My brain spun as I thought of all Possibilities, and between my legs got more and more wet by the second. the hotel was a forty five minute drive from the airport, and as I waited for my Uber my need got slightly more dire. I bounced my leg as I waited on the bench, enjoying the warm Florida air. I sipped on my Dr. pepper as I sat, hoping it would add to my urge. Soon enough, my Uber arrived and I entered, greeting the driver and turning my attention to my phone. Part of the instructions were to let the hosts know we were driving there, so I let them know I was about 45 minutes out. “What brings you to Florida?” My driver smiled at me in the mirror, a handsome man probably mid twenties. He had dark hair that matched his eyes, and a beard that brought out his white smile. “I’m here for a special event with some.. friends.” Hopefully, we’d be friends by the end. If not more. He nodded and smiled again, as you do in a customer service position. “Well, I hope you have fun. I will also be staying at this hotel for a while. Just finishing up my shift first.” Our eyes met in the rear view mirror again as my clit gained a heartbeat. It had been so long since I last felt the touch of a man on me, and to have the buildup of whatever wet activities we wanted beforehand… ”What made you want to come?” He asked and I bit my lip. You. “Oh, god, everything.” I gushed, and felt this face heat up at how excitable I sounded. “I wanted to find people like me. And do it. Freely.” his smirk killed me, and I added him to a mental list of people I needed to get to know more intimately before the trip was over. “Me too. I wanted to be able to just. Go fucking wild, yknow?” **oh, I knew. I knew I wanted him, and I wanted to pee. Not in a toilet, but in his lap. I bit down on my lip and squeezed my thighs together again, both out of a rising desperation, and to her just any friction between my legs. I fantasized about my Uber driver, straddling him and having his hands all over me as we kissed. I’d grind myself into him, my pink tennis skirt falling just past my ass, pretty white panties with lace, feaux innocence. He’d suck on my neck and I’d moan, leaking into my panties barely enough to show a stain. Moving against each other, my legs unable to close, eventually I’d lose control and wet on his cock, my panties turning see through and his jeans darkening with my piss. I’d feel him harden underneath me even more as I wet us both, my skirt getting weighed down on the edges that my pee touched. When I finished, my warm pee having soaked us both, he’d slide my wet panties to the side and I’d ride him, his piss covered cock slamming into me. My wet skirt would slap against my ass as I bounced on him, releasing a little more as i always do minutes later onto us both. Eventually, he’d cum in me, creating another hot mess id love to have. I swallowed, hard, trying to compose myself to answer. “Yeah. I get it.” I wanted to talk to him more, but I also didn’t want to come off as too forward. I didn’t know how up front to be, or who would be okay with what, and as of right now, he’s still my uber driver. Hopefully later, he would be a hot fuck session, but for now I had to respect him and try to be professional. “so, are you open to sex with the people here?” well, if he’s going to start the conversations, it would be rude not to answer. “Yes, are you?” God, I wanted him to say yes. My bladder was full now, I’d have used the bathroom twenty minutes ago if these were normal circumstances. But, they most definitely were not. He nodded, eyeing me in the mirror. “I most definitely am. Hoping for it, actually.” I could have came right there, between the anxiety-arousal surrounding being so desperate so far from a toilet, the anticipation of the events at the hotel, and the idea of fucking someone, ANYONE who longed for this like I did. “How much farther?” I put a hand between my legs, pressing against my crotch. I did my best not to actively touch myself in this strangers car, but the bumps in the road and how horny and desperate i was made it difficult to deny the temptations. “I really have to pee.” ”oh honey that’s not even fair.” He half laughed at me, leaning back casually to drive with one hand. “I still have a few more hours before I get to see you do that, don’t tease me.” ”I can show you plenty later, I promise.” I couldn’t help but rub myself a little under my skirt. It did help a bit with the desperation, as well, which only worsened with each passing second. “But really, how close are we?” he glanced down at his phone gps. “Five minutes. Think you can hold it?” I laughed, which made me have to press down harder on my crotch. “Yes, I can, trust me. I’ve been much worse off before.” ”you can tell me about those times later, in my room.” He paused. “Your name is Abigail, correct? That’s who it said the Uber was for.” ”yes, and I’m sorry I don’t remember your name.” ”it’s alright. It’s Ethan, I’m sure you’ll be screaming it later, so it’s good to know.” The Uber stopped before the hotel as he finished those promising words, and I almost didn’t have the strength to stand. “Promise?” ”id never lie to a pretty woman.” and with that, I edited the Uber, and looked up at my accommodations for the next few weeks. A gorgeous glass building with green gardens, and a lovely overhang. I saw pools to either side, and knew there was a beach behind it. I entered the doors to a beautiful lobby as well, with marble floors and a waterfall in the center. Signs stating “Omorashi Festival” with pamphlets below were plentiful, along with “21+ signs. I approached the front desk where quickly, the young woman in a black dress asked for my name. “Abigail Evans. For the festival.” she smiled tightly as she typed into the computer. “Welcome, Miss Evans. May I see a ID please?” I danced slightly as I bent down into my luggage for my wallet, my need now urgent. I found my drivers license quickly and handed it to her, trying to be discreet about my need. Then I realized, I don’t have to be here. I shoved a hand between my legs, waiting for my license back. the girl looked at me, handing my my license and a small packet, along with a bigger one. “The small packet has keys and drink vouchers. The big packet is a consent form work rules, please fill it out and return it to me before participating. Would you like to know where the restrooms are?” I grinned as I looked into her eyes, shaking my head. “No, thank you. I won’t be needing them.” END OF CHAPTER ONE! I hope you all like the premise of this! Please let me know if you have any feedback/requests!!