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  1. Version

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    A woman wears her diaper around the house all day, and also to sleep. She wets several times

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  2. Hi I am looking for photos and videos of girls that got drunk and wet themselves for whatever reason. I am prepared to pay for the content. Can anyone direct me to websites where I can find this please.
  3. I don't know if it's the warm weather we're suddenly having in my Norwegian city that's causing girls to drink lots of water, or if it's just coincidence, but I've noticed so many desperate girls latelly. I happen to take a bus relatively often that goes from the city centre to a junction/hub at a shopping centre to the west, and I've seen several girls really desperate on the bus or at the bus station, possibly because buses from the junction don't always go too often since the places they go to are pretty remote, so I guess the girls choose to hold it rather than wait for hours for the next bus. That, combined with the warm weather, I was north of the city recently and a girl walking in front of me, wearing jeans and pretty "cool" clothes, appeared to be holding her crotch with her right hand and looking down at her crotch when she got to an upward hill. Turns out she was going to take the same bus as me, and she sat down in the seat right behind doors in the middle of the bus. When it reached the downtown bus station she went to the door before the bus stopped and stood hopping up and down slightly, and then she ran for the bus which was ready to depart west, with her hands between her legs. I kinda regret not following her onto that bus, though at the same time I think I would've felt pretty creepy had I done so. My latest memory is from a few days ago, when I happened to sit down next to a girl in a window seat. She was visible uncomfortable and kept starting out the window at the road ahead, and right after we left the bus station in the city centre she rearranged her legs, so to speak, so that she was sitting on her heel, at least it looked that way to me since she wore this long khaki coat that obscured her legs almost down to her knees, I seem to recall. For most of the trip she sat with her legs crossed, slightly bent over, quite possibly with her hand in her crotch under her long coat. At one point right before she got off she made this "ngh!" sound people make when they suddenly pee themselves a little, or just barely manage to hold back their pee, and after she got off I noticed her looking down, possibly to check her crotch for wetness. Not going to relate other memories as the others aren't that interesting and several, or the majority of them, are unsurprisingly pretty young, as in young teens or younger. Has anyone else noticed a wave of desperations and big and little accidents now that the weather is getting warmer?
  4. Version 1.1.0

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    Hello everyone. After 2 weeks of toiling and pretty much throwing all of my free time into this (when it wasn't being thrown at Dark Souls), I have finally finished the long awaited ( I think) MMD animation. I am very proud of the time it took because other than a few oddities, it came out great. This is a unique animation because while it is an omorashi based animation, it is also humorous based. Anyone who wants to get off can enjoy this, while anyone who wants some cheap laughs will also enjoy this; for it is designed to be both at one time. My humor mostly derives from Gmod animation videos...notably Doctor Lalve and kitty0760 (RIP). You can tell as most of the humor involves the use of stock sound effects executed at right times, the RED Demoman; and an unseen RED Spy at the very end. If you haven't watched any videos like that, I recommend you do watch 1 or 2 (Doctor Lalve is a good starting point), as that consists pretty much all of my jokes. Because of the length of time and effort put into this, this is my last one for the year. I won't resume any of this until after New Years; unless I need to fix something...but I don't think that is the case. However, after that time, I will then begin taking requests. I'll be drafting up rules around that time so keep an eye out on the Video or Art thread...still don't know where to place it. Enjoy!! Japanese credits: Doors: ろっし Pee effect by E教授: Samus: クラ(Td731) Trish: 結城 Toilet Hallway: ろーがん

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  5. I am looking for videos and photos where girls drank too much alcohol and wet themselves for whatever reason. Any idea where I can find this type of videos? I am prepared to pay for it.
  6. Mnlover1234

    Adriana Master Folder

    Version 1.0.5

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    All Adriana videos, 164 files included

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  7. Big Leak ~•~•~•~ I accept commissions! Dm me for the prices ~•~•~•~
  8. ADaddy

    Some From My Collection

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    Some vids I have of pants wetting/messing. I DO NOT claim to be the sole owner of these videos, nor do I know of any copywrites associtated with these videos. I tried to select files that were not already uploaded by somebody else. If I have uploaded a duplicate, I apologize. P.S. I am always looking for more amateur stuff and have about 500 gigs worth of trade.

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  9. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2017

    Gift Commission by chewbacca111222 (DA) for Bond56 (DA) The two girls, celebrating the motherly month of May, as Christi and Hannah share an awkwardly sweet and hot moment together. Momma's holds her precious wittle girl, as she preps her for feeding...and baby Hannah seems only too happy to comply with the big and lovely milf. ^^ Though it seems both these ladies understand the importance of comfort, as they both sit in their own personal poofy water-beds >///w//< ......they need diaper-changes, badly ^///0//^
  10. I'm not sure about anyone else, but I've always enjoyed video of girls squatting and peeing their pants the most. Usually a lot of videos only show the front of them as they're squatting. Does anyone know any sites to find videos where it shows the back of them as they're squatting as well? Any links to videos? Thanks in advance.
  11. View File Amber Master Folder All Amber files. 113 videos and for whoever asked there is a shower video in this one! Submitter Mnlover1234 Submitted 02/03/2018 Category Diapers and ageplay  
  12. p0ptartcat

    The Christmas Party

    Ok, this is a multi-part story. I am using characters in this fic that I will be using the majority of the time in my upcoming fics. I have already introduced three characters (Shannon, Georgia and Dylan) in my story 'Georgia's Wet Morning'. Without further ado, let's get this party started! Chapter 1: Contains desperation and a sort of wetting. The six girls all arrived as soon as the school hall opened for the Christmas Party. Every year, the local Secondary School holds a Christmas Party during the holidays. Three quarters of the whole school turn up for this party every year. Mainly because there are no parties around that time, all the parties are held on New Years Eve. The girls who arrived were: Georgia, Shannon, Tonicha, Tilly, Becca and Chloe. Georgia had long beautiful blonde hair, brown eyes and perfectly formed teeth. She was the average weight of a 14 year old and had skinny and slender legs. Shannon was the same weight and size as Georgia. She had tanned brown hair that turned ginger during the summer and quite large breasts. Tonicha was quite petit and very skinny. She wasn't anorexic though, even though her body looked as if she was. She and Shannon shared the same green eyes, but not hair as Tonicha had long blonde hair. Tilly had long brunette hair and was much bigger and taller than the other girls. She was certainly not overweight or fat, just a tiny bit plump. She had a small amount of freckles that dotted her face. Becca had brown eyes and dark blonde hair. She was the second tallest out of the friends, but had the smallest breasts. Chloe had the same coloured hair as Becca. She was taller than Tonicha, although a very similar size and had fairly big breasts (but not as big as Shannon's or Tilly's.) That night, the girls were going to sleep at Chloe's house after the party and had all their sleeping bags dropped off at Chloe's house before hand. Tonicha lived right next to Chloe, so Chloe's mum took them both to the party. "Finally, they've opened the doors," Shannon sighed in relief, "I'm freezing out here!" "We all are Shannon," Tilly said back, wrapped around in her arms, trying to keep herself warm in the harsh winter weather. She was dressed in purple dress and pantyhose. A gust of wind blew Chloe's black dress up as the girls walked together into the school hall, nearly exposing her vanilla knickers to the crowd of students that were gathering outside the school. "That was close" Chloe said, clearly embarrassed that it was her whose dress was blown up. All of the girls had high heels, all different colours. "I would have been embarrassed if that happened to me," Georgia whispered to Becca. Georgia was wearing an orange dress and a black jacket. She was wearing pantyhose, which she usually wore to parties. Becca was wearing a red dress and pantyhose. "I certainly would too. I don't want all the pervy boys to see my panties. I would never hear the end of it." "It's lucky she managed to stop it from blowing up." "Yeah, she was too close to showing too much!" Once the girls were in the hall, they all crowded around the buffet table, taking small crisps and cups of coke or lemonade. "They've certainly got a lot of refreshments this year," Tonicha said to Shannon, munching on a mouthful of salt and vinegar crisps. "I know. I remember last year, they ran out within the first ten minutes and they had to get some more!" Shannon was wearing a black, flowery dress and Tonicha was wearing a white one. "I was starving!" The girls went back to the table to get some more soft drinks. However, Tilly and Tonicha kept coming back whenever their cup was empty. "There goes Dylan and his crazy mates," Chloe muttered as Dylan and his gang slided into the centre of the hall and started doing incredibly silly dances to the songs the DJ (or school favourite English teacher, Mr McDonald) was playing. "There idiots," Georgia said, shaking her head in disgust. "I think it's funny," Shannon replied. "You think that's funny? It's immature. I'm starting to think you might fancy him Shannon." "What? Me? Fancy him?" Shannon said quickly, "I would never fancy Dylan. I just think it's funny what he does!" "Whatever you say Shannon," Georgia said sarcastically, rolling her eyes to show even more sarcasm. Tilly and Tonicha kept taking cups of coke and lemonade, but soon, they began to feel the effect that this would have. "Me and Tilly need a wee. We'll be back in a few minutes," Tonicha announced to her friends as the two desperate girls dashed out the hall into the girls toilets. But the girls were then greeted with a long line of girls, waiting for the loo. Tilly and Tonicha both went into separate lines and waited. Tilly's line was moving the fastest. Despite this however, Tilly was getting even more desperate by the minute. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, twisting herself in agony to stop herself from having an accident. "Oh god. I really shouldn't have had all those cokes. I knew this would happen." Tilly groaned in agony. The bathroom was filled with the sound of urine hitting toilet water and water from the taps rushing down into the sink and down the drain. These sounds made Tilly all the more desperate. She bent over and crossed her legs, hand in crotch. Tilly was getting so desperate, she hadn't noticed the girl infront of her. She was squeezing her crotch to the point of pain and yellow streams were running down her legs. Tilly tried not to look, but she couldn't resist. All of a sudden, she felt a small warm sensation down by her vagina. "Aaah," Tilly screamed quietly. She started bobbing up and down with her legs crossed and her hands gripping tightly to her crotch. She hadn't realised how fast the line was moving and she had to quickly sprint to catch up with the rest of the line. "Yes! Only two people left. Come on, I can make it!" Tilly thought she must've looked silly, but she didn't care. She tried to block the sounds of the taps and the girls peeing. She was twirling around and jumping up and down, squeezing her crotch with all her strength. One girl exited and it was time for the last girl. The one who Tilly had seen on the verge of an accident. "Yes," the girl ran into the stool and locked the door. Tilly saw a pair of damp white panties slip down the girls legs and onto the bathroom floor. Tilly was dancing around. A spurt dribbled into her panties. "Come on! I&'m so close! I can make it!" Tilly heard a flush and the door opened. "Than-you God!" Tilly sped into the cubicle and locked the door. She sat down on the toilet, lifted up her dress and pulled down her pantyhose to inspect the damage. "Only a small wet patch. It won't do any harm." Tilly realised her need again and pulled her panties down and started peeing. It was fierce at first. It splashed on the toilet bowl and some of it flew and landed on her legs. At first, it burned Tilly, but later on, it became calmer, and she synchronised with the stream. "Hey, are you done yet? I really have to pee," a voice shouted. Tilly quickly finished and then flushed. She opened the door to a desperate looking girl in a black dress. "Finally," she said and then she went into the cubicle and locked the door. Tilly washed her hands and went to see if Tonicha had gone yet, but she didn't see Tonicha in any of the lines, so she assumed she had already gone. The line Tonicha was in was not moving at all. "Hurry up," she groaned. She twisted her legs together tightly. "What's taking so long?" Tonicha asked the girl infront of her. "I don't know, although I've heard people say a girl wet herself, and she's trying to clean up in the cubicle she was in." The thought of someone having an accident made Tonicha even more desperate. She started shaking and jumping, hoping not to succumb to the desperation. About five minutes passed and the line hadn't moved at all. Tonicha wanted to bend over, as she knew this could help one hold on for longer, but she didn't want to expose her black and flowery panties (the same design as Shannon's dress) to the girl behind her. "Oooh, come on!" Tonicha squeezed her crotch to the point of agony. She couldn't hold it for much longer and she knew the line wasn't going to progress at all. She had to find a way to relieve her bladder! Then she had an idea. She ran out of the toilets and into a corridor. She kept running until she found the caretakers cupboard. She quickly opened it, starting to feel a warm sensation in her panties. "I've..... got.... to hold..... on," Tonicha muttered. She grabbed the cleaning bucket that was in the cupboard and placed it in the hallway. She was about to lift up her dress to pee in the bucket when she felt more pee coming. She gripped her crotch and started dancing around in desperation. "I can hold any longer." She let go of her crotch and lifted up her dress. She quickly squatted over the bucket and then managed to pull her panties down when the pee shot out of her urethra. It was spraying everywhere. Tonicha bent down even further, her bum facing towards the ceiling. She closed her eyes as the pee flew left right and centre. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes, but to her horror, the pee went into her panties (even though they were pulled down, she hadn't pulled them down far enough.) "What am I going to do?" She couldn't wear them as it would leave a spot on her white dress, and it would be uncomfortable. She looked into the bucket and pondered what she should do. "Well, I definitely can' wear them." Tonicha pulled her sodden panties further down her legs until the slid off. She was standing in the middle of a corridor, with wet panties and her private parts on show. She paced up and down, forgetting to pull her dress back down. She remembered to do so after she felt her bum when she was pacing. She blushed red and pulled her dress back down. "Well, my best bet is to hide my knickers in the caretakers cupboard. But what if a gust of wind blows my dress up? Everyone will see my private parts. It's a risk I have to take." Tonicha put her panties in the cupboard and then put the bucket on top of it. She closed the cupboard and ran down the corridor and back into the hall. Part 2 coming soon....
  13. Mnlover1234

    Amber Master Folder

    Version 1.0.0

    5,343 downloads

    All Amber files. 113 videos and for whoever asked there is a shower video in this one!

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  14. Version 1.0.0

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    Another video from mywettingstories featuring Simone and Lauren. This one was asked if could be shared. Simone and Lauren - Missed The School Buss.mp4

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  15. ctang190

    Bedwetting treatment clinic

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    a nice vid i found. mostly spanking, but for bedwetting

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  16. Storywriter_3

    Almost but So Far

    Julia clinched her teeth. "Oh lord, please someone notice me in her!" She thought. She crossed her legs and peaked out the small door window. "I'm nearing my limit.. Oh no no no!" . . . . This spring day seemed like a dream for Julia. The smell of rain filled her nose and the sight of pretty purple flowers was in her view. She skipped to school in her beige school skirt, and blue long-sleeved shirt. *At her first class* Julia was writing an essay when the sudden urge to pee hit her. She just remembered she didn't use the bathroom that morning. She shrugged it off and continued to write and smiled. BEEP BEEP BEEP, her school bell rang. She got up and pondered if she should take a quick trip the bathroom. But she decided no and walked to her next class The urge grew slightly bigger during her second class. She began to feel discomfort and that wiped her smile away. She had a quiz in this class and she knew the teacher wouldn't let her go. She shaked the feeling off and continued her quiz. BEEP BEEP BEEP, her school bell rang and she got up. Though she had to go, the bathrooms were on the other said of the school and passing time was only 5 minutes. The walk would take 4 minutes at least. The urge was far worse in her third class and was almost crossing her legs. Luckily she sat next to the teachers desk and she leaned and whispered, "May I use the restroom?" The teacher shook is head 'No' and continued writing. She leaned back and crossed her legs. The bell rang, but the bathroom was a far walk. "One more period until lunch," She told herself. During the next class the urge was at desperation point. She was moving back n fourth in her seat. She sat at the very back of the class. She silently whimpered and clenched her muscles. She knew if she peed everyone would hear and turn around. She bit her lip and kept thinking "30 minutes left.. 30 minutes left" The more she thought about it she had to go worse! She crossed her legs tight and one of her friends sitting next to her leaned in whispered, "What's wrong?" Those words made a few drops slip out. "Mmm!" She whimpered loud enough for the person infront of her to turn around. Luckily she regained control. She just shook her head no. The bell rang. She walked very slowly and her bladder began to bulge. She knew she'd lose it the next class but the bathroom was still a far walk. She told herself to push through the pain. The next class was like hell. She unintentionally let a few drops slip out a few times. She put her hand near her crotch and was shaking. She bit her lip hard and crossed her legs, then clinched her teeth. "Oh lord someone notice me in here!" She peeked out the small door window. She saw the hallway and the bathrooms! "I'm nearing my limit.. Oh no no no!" A tiny spirt escaped but not enough to leak through her panties. She whimpered loudly this time and tables 2 rows ahead of her turned their heads. "I'm gonna pee I'm not gonna make it!" She thought. She closed her eyes right and a few drops and a spurt escaped, barely leaking through her panties. The bell rang. Boy, this was the fastest Julie ran in a long time. She reached the bathroom and the stalls were full! No! She doubled over and a spurt escaped, only a tiny bit leaking through. Then a few drops came. She couldn't stop them, and luckily they were only drops. A stall was free! She ran into the bathroom and pulled her skirt. Up a big spurt escaped and leaked through. Then the drops came! She couldn't lose it now! It started to leak down her leg and she pulled down her panties. Before she even sat down the jet stream of piss hit the toilet seat, hissing, then she sat down. She made it just in time! She sighed in relief! THE END --- I got more coming at ya guys stay tunned ;)
  17. I removed the link because it now comes up as a general porn clip. Sorry abut that.
  18. Because I had some time recently, I make a try to write a story with the things I like most on this fetish. Some of it is from a true sighting (sadly with an unspectacular ending) but mixed with a fictional story line. You have to read my german school English this with a heavy german accent ;-) Part 1 Sometimes after school, Ashley met with her friends and hang around with them near the school ground. They were a group of 4, two girls and two boys. The other girl was her friend Melissa from the same village like Ashley. It was a Friday and the last hour was canceled and the weather was really good, so they took the chance to hang around a bit. Without the last hour, the school ended at 13 o clock on that Friday. Sitting on a sunny bench near the school they talked about what to do, when one of the boys suggested doing a so called milk challenge. He explained what to do and although Ashley didn’t like the idea she agreed, like all others. Ten minutes away was a small grocery store and everyone bought two one liter packets of milk. They got back to their place but decided to find a more hidden place for the challenge. Around the school was a fence and on the backside of the building was a small foot path around the building into the wood. On the other side of the path was a slope with the back side of a few rows of garages. At all, behind the school building on the foot path was a good location for the milk challenge. Normally Ashley and Melissa had taken the 13.30 bus, but until 17.00 a bus was coming every hour, so it was not a problem for them to wait. All of them laid their school bags in the grass and opened the first packet. Ashley drank the first big gulps. The milk was cold and suddenly she realized a twinge in her bladder. She hadn’t peed since she left her house in the morning. That was not uncommon for her because she hated the school toilets and often holds it until she would be home again and more than ever on a short day like this. But now Ashley regretted agreeing with this milk drinking thing instead of going home, even it was more a fun thing without a competitive character. Around 40 minutes later she finished her first liter of milk. The others had more problems with the milk, burped, grimaced or simply spitted out the milk but however, they had a lot of fun. Until that time her need to pee had grown and she had to cross her legs more often. Next problem for her was the bus, now they missed the 14.30 bus, so the next one would be there in one hour. As long as Ashley kept in motion, she could stand her need and it was easier for her to hold so she was walking around the place, joking and drinking. Ashley began to wonder if one of the others had to pee too. The boys didn’t look so. Ashley remembered about how Melissa used the toilet before they left school and meanwhile she wished she had done the same. Ashley jogged on the spot, crossed her legs, squatted down from time to time and pulled her jeans up again and again. Time passed, her second packet was half empty and her bladder was absolutely full. She looked at her watch, it was 15.15 now and Ashley feared they would miss the 15.30 bus too. Even if they should reach that bus, it would be a painful drive for her, not to mention to wait one hour longer. Melissa didn’t look like she would end the game now and Ashley was too shy to tell the reason why she want to go home so urgently so they kept going on. Of course they missed the 15.30 bus and she had no other chance as to wait. The milk rushed through her very fast, her stomach was bloated and the waistband of her jeans (more like a jeggins) was cutting into her bladder. She was ready to burst and began to moan involuntarily from time to time and had problems not to hold herself with her hand but rather would die as to do this in front of the boys. She was the one who drank the most, but enough was enough. They spilled the rest of the milk around the area and ended the game when one of the boys said “Be right back, had to teak a leak” “I come with you” the other one said and joined his friend. They got around the garage and were out of sight. Oh how Ashley wished she could do the same, but she wasn’t alone and was too shy and proud to admit her need. But now she had a few minutes to overcome her shyness and tell Melissa about her problem. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to hold back her pee much longer. “Melissa, I feel a need to pee too, what about you?” she asked, trying her best to hide her desperation level. “I had to pee too, but I think I can hold it until home” she said “but maybe the school is still open and we can use the toilets there?” she suggested.
  19. Ishigreensa

    The Home Stay Mistake

    The Home Stay Mistake No, this is NOT going to be a Lolicon or anything like it, but it will include a few accidental wettings by the girls in the main body of the story. The man is only interested in having them to show his girlfriend that he can handle kids, so there will be no intimacy or sexual relations between the twenty-five year old man and the twelve year old girls. Just so you know: Warnings: **Accidental wettings by twelve year old girls and mention of girl’s privates as well as nudity and changing. He is a young man that is not very understanding of their problems at first as he really doesn’t know what he is doing. Therefore, he will come across very accusatory and mean, at least at first.** **For those of your strongly against punishment for wetting, be warned that this Definitely is NOT the story for you. The girls will be lightly punished and told that they should know better and that they should be ‘old enough to be able to control themselves.’** **One of the girls may end up pooping her panties, so do be aware that it could be in the story. I haven’t decided yet, when or where it will happen.** **The story is NOT meant for arousal, but as this fan club sometimes sees wetting as arousal, so just be warned that the girls here are children, and it was not intended to be such with this story** **The Chapters are not going to be labeled Chapter one or Two, but more likely, when the theme changes, there will be a subtitle in larger font as you will see when I am introducing names. Each post will then not necessarily be considered one chapter, but maybe several sections in this somewhat diary style story.** If you would like to suggest a theme, please feel free, but be aware that if it doesn’t fit the characters or the way things are going, it may not happen for a while or may even be ignored. I like getting input, but I will not promise to use everything that I come across. Thank you for showing interest, and now… I Present the following Story… Staring a young man as the host: Steve Gray Starting the young girls: Megan from England, Haruka from Japan, Mary from South Africa, and Anna from Romania. The year: Circa 1985 The Spawning of a program was to promote world peace and educate youth about different parts of the world. It is assumed there are other Home Stay students and Hosts worldwide with Americans going abroad as well as America receiving young people. In a small town in Wyoming.... (For those of my readers who do not know Wyoming, it is a state in the north western part of the United States, but about three states East of the Pacific Ocean). The Home Stay Mistake Steven Gray: “What makes you think you are ready to have kids?” his girlfriend’s voice still rang through his ears even the day after their argument. The young man rubbed his sandy-brown hair with his left hand as he tried to think how he could impress upon her that he was willing and ready to have kids. Flipping on the television at ten thirty in the morning, he caught something about an experimental program. In the 1980s, no one would have thought that kids could survive going overseas on their own, but this was being advertised as a news program on some channel he rarely watched. For a moment or two, he watched thinking how crazy it sounded. After nearly fifteen minutes, however, it hit him that if he became a sponsor for the program and had a young person stay at his house with him, that perhaps, he could prove to his girlfriend that he was ready for the next step. “I’ll do it,” he finally concluded with himself. Calling the number on the screen, he set up an appointment with a counselor in Cheyenne in a couple of days. Cheyenne was going to be a bit of a drive, but the place he lived at was quite small. There was no large office there. Steven smiled as he was told what paperwork to bring with him, and to also have an essay to hand in telling about his plans with having a young person stay with him. The further he thought about it, the more he wondered if they really would let him have a young person for a year. Finally, the morning of the big appointment had come, and Steven had to get to Cheyenne before three in the afternoon to meet with a Mrs. Roberts. He took along his essay and papers, checked that everything was in order and started out. He felt a little nervous with butterflies in his stomach, but nonetheless, drove. “Well, Mr. Gray, you see the thing is that we normally want families and couples at the very least. These kids that are coming here to America are basically going to be alone, scared, and in desperate need of friends their own age to help them cope.” “I see,” Steve said dejected. “Well, you can’t blame me for trying.” Steve walked dejectedly from the office thinking what a waste of four hours driving and then another hour and a half interview. He really wasn’t looking forward to his drive home, but then what choice did he have? It figured that they would want to put the kids in families. Anything, he though, to keep him from having one to show his girlfriend that he could handle kids. By June, Steve thought he was losing his girlfriend over one very small thing, and there was nothing he could to do prove to his girlfriend that he would make a good father. He was just about to give up when he got up late one Monday morning and checked his mail. He looked inside the box and discovered four brown official looking envelopes. When he saw the front of the envelopes, his mouth dropped. The Department of Education: Home Stay Program: That was what was on the envelopes, and Steve shook his head. How many notices did they have to send you that you were rejected? He took them into the house along with an electric bill and some catalog that he always threw away. Steven put the envelopes on the table thinking he should just throw them in the trash with the magazine. There was little chance that he got the position with the Home Stay Program, and he really didn’t want to read a rejection letter at this time. For the next two hours, the envelopes sat on the table because Steve was too nervous to open them but was very reluctant in just throwing them out. Finally, he took a deep breath as he passed by the table for the fifth time in those two hours, and he picked one up. He sliced it open with a letter opener, and he took a peek at the top sentence. “We are pleased to inform you that a young lady from England is thrilled to get the chance to come to your home and share it with you for nine months starting in September. Should you accept this young lady, you should call us immediately at the Home Stay office to ….” His eyes lit up as if Christmas had come to June! He had been accepted? He then looked at the other three envelopes and wondered what further details they could have missed in giving him since he was supposed to call. He opened the second letter very excited to see what else there was to know about this Megan girl from the first letter, but it was not about Megan. “Dear sir, We are pleased to inform you that Anna from Romania would like to accept your warm welcome ….” Two girls? Wow! How could he be so lucky? Then he eyed the other two envelopes wondering if they were two more children he would get to watch, or if they were letters of regret about the mistakes. He nervously took the third letter in hand. “Dear sir, Haruka would love to ….” Three girls! And the fourth letter was yet another girl from South Africa named Mary! He was getting all girls, from different parts of the world, and all he had to do was call the number. How could he be getting four different kids when the program really just wanted families? Was it a mistake? Steve didn’t think much on it though, but just called the number. “Yeah, this is Steve Gray. You sent me some information about ….” “Oh, yes, Steve!” the woman on the other end of the phone spoke softly into the phone. “I am pleased that we have changed our mind about you and have decided that were fit to be a part of our program. You will be receiving your student on August tenth at the airport in Cheyenne. You should come with a sign made up so your student can recognize you. You will also be mailed flight information for your student in the next week or so. I hope you will have a good time with your exchange student.” The woman hardly let him get a word in edgewise, but he wasn’t so sure he wanted to say anything. She kept saying student, but he had letters for four students. They were all going into the seventh grade according to the letters, and each of them were written as though he would be getting just the one. The phone call ended rather quickly, and before he knew it, he had accepted responsibility for being in the program. About a week later, he had four different letters, this time, describing that he had to meet two different flights. Three of the girls were coming on the same flight from New York, and one of the girls, the Japanese girl, was coming on one from California. They also suggested to have anything with him that he’d think a twelve year old girl might need as each and every one of these girls were going to be twelve by the time he met them. Megan Morrison: As usual, Megan woke up at about six in the morning, and beneath the blankets that she slept under, she felt the wet slimy feel of urinated panties and bedding. Even now at the age of 11, she was still wetting the bed. When was she going to outgrow this problem? Any minute now, her mother would be coming in to wake her, and then chew her out for having wet the bed yet again. She was the oldest and setting a very bad example for her younger brother. Megan sighed and kicked the blankets away from her sitting up on her bed. It was no use trying to hide it because her mother would find out soon enough. She walked to the bedroom door, and opened it looking down the hall to the left to see her mother coming to get her. Megan walked out into the hallway with her head down. “Morning mom,” she greeted her in a very low and ashamed voice. “Wet again, Megan?” her mother asked. “Yes ma’am.” “Go get a shower,” her mother sighed as she walked past her eldest child to the kitchen. Megan lived in the central part of England. She was in her first year of secondary school, the sixth grade. This made the situation even worse as her mom or dad would often remind her that she was out of elementary school, but still wetting her bed like a baby. Megan didn’t expect anything good to come of a day like this. Three hours later, Megan Morrison was called out of class to the principal’s office. Several kids ooohed at her thinking she must be in trouble. Even Megan shook a little as she stood up because ordinarily, the only people that saw the principal were the ones that were caught doing bad things, but she was not the kind to start trouble. She was actually on the honor roll yet again for the third month this year. The month was already approaching April though. Megan raised her hand and tentatively knocked on the headmistress’s door. “Come in,” the woman said from behind the door, and Megan walked in her head held in shame though she didn’t know yet what she had done. “You wanted to see me?” she said in a very shy voice that was hardly a note above a mouse’s squeak. “Yes, Ms. Morrison. You have been chosen for a very special treat next year.” Megan looked up at the principal, her eyes wide. “Next year?” “You have been chosen to represent our school in a preliminary experimental exchange program. You will get to go to another country and make interesting friends and learn how things work there for a year, and then come back to our school and talk to us about what it was like.” “You mean… I… I won?” she asked the headmistress. The students had all written an essay entitled “World Community,” and they were all told that a special prize would await the winner. “Yes, you won!” she smiled at Megan. Megan, however, did not feel very lucky. She didn’t really want to go to some place overseas without her parents, mostly because she knew that she had night problems about two or three times a week, and also because she had never been anywhere without her parents. “This really is a chance of a lifetime,” the headmistress tried to convince Megan. “You may be the only person that gets to participate in the program depending how it goes next year, and what an experience to go to school overseas and have a chance to meet new friends!” “I know,” she said in a soft voice that showed that she was ashamed of not being excited, however, it was hard to get excited about going somewhere strange and knowing that someone else would see her waking up in a wet bed most likely. “Is there something you need to tell me?” the principal asked her. “No, nothing,” she blushed. There was no way she was telling the headmistress that she was a bed wetter at eleven years old, and going on nearly twelve in what, about a month or so. Anna Heimezi: The little girl called Anna had a deep tan though most would still consider her Aryan in color. Her eyes were a deep blue even darker than the ocean, and her puffy lips were pink. Her hair was quite dark so that some confused its likeness to pure black though when she came out of the shower, streaks of it would be light enough to show its truly brownish nature. One of the smallest and poorest countries in Europe at the time with a dictator that controlled all, Romania kept its people as ignorant as possible so that they could be better manipulated by the ruler. Anna had been going to one of the poorest schools in the country where the only teacher was responsible for teaching all the elementary grades. The teacher was a very strict woman that told the students that they had to focus on their studies four hours a day. The run down school had very little in the way of play equipment outside, and mostly, the children were just expected to study during the morning anyway, then they would be taken home, and as the walk was quite long, that meant that Anna would arrive at her house at about three-thirty in the afternoon despite leaving at 12:30 just after lunch. It was the way things had always been though, so she accepted it as normal. The teacher, however, had passed off the other kids to a trusted friend to walk them home because she had to talk to Anna one afternoon. “Anna, we need to talk about something important that maybe a great opportunity for you.” Anna nervously waited for everyone else to leave and then she sat listening to her usually very stern and strict teacher, who now had a smile on her face? “There is an experimental program that our government would like us to participate in, and at this school, you are the smartest person and therefore the most likely to set forth a good impression.” Anna’s eyebrow furrowed a moment. She wasn’t quite sure she understood what the lady was saying. “We would like you to go to America to represent our school for the next school year.” Anna felt a high spirit take over her thoughts, and the excitement that resided within her breasts wouldn’t let her think straight even though her gut told her that there would be scary parts of the trip to come. She couldn’t help but ignore her gut feeling at the moment for the sensation of adventure. “Why does the dictator want someone to leave the country though?” Anna finally found the reason to ask her teacher. “He wants us to learn something about how the rest of the world works and that way, we would better understand his benevolence in protecting the people here.” “Protecting?” Anna nearly snorted. “Alright, I’ll go to this America and learn what I can about what differences lay in that place and our own beautiful land.” Mary Juanish: The apartheid was at its strongest in the nineteen eighties in South Africa, and as an ebony girl, Mary was subject to the cruelty of the government and the unfair practices of schools and society. It was the only way she knew though, so she kept her mouth shut, well, most of the time. Still, there were times when she wanted to say something and to declare how unfair it was that the black children were kept in a corner in the cafeteria at school, if they were allowed to attend at all. This elementary school that Mary was attending was a little different from most in that the school allowed those kids of the very well behaved blacks to attend alongside the white kids. Their definition of alongside, however, was quite skewed and upsetting to the participants of the experimental program. Mary and her two friends of ebony color were in the back of the classroom furthest from the blackboard though Mary could barely see what was written from there. She had no right to get glasses, and had been on a waiting list to see the optician for nearly two years when they first discovered that she might have some vision problems. “Mary, please take Jojo to the bathroom,” Mrs. Conner said when her friend had raised her hand to go. It was ridiculous that just because they were not the ivory color of society’s perfect people, that the teachers didn’t trust them to go alone, but a white kid was always allowed to leave on her own. The two girls sighed and stood up. They knew that their time was limited and if they were even a few seconds late, they would be in trouble. Mary walked with Jojo through the halls of the old school to the back where the outhouse for ebony children was located. “It’s so humiliating to have to walk all the way to the back of the school, wait for whoever is in the outhouse, and do your business in front of another,” Jojo sighed to Mary. Mary nodded her head in agreement. They stood outside in the cooling temperatures of the April season while they waited for the boy that was inside. They knew it was a boy because the person standing outside waiting for him was a boy. A couple of hours after that incident on that Wednesday afternoon, a couple of black office workers came to Mary’s class and spoke with her teacher. “Mary is wanted in the headmaster’s office,” they told her not too quietly. Giving Mary a look of concern thinking that even though she was normally not a troublemaker, but somehow must be in trouble she gestured for Mary to follow the staff to the office. In the office, her parents, the principal, and someone from the government were all there. They handed her some paper that said that she was going to go to America to study because they needed someone from the minority of their culture, and Mary was the best behaved. It was all related to getting this special grant money, which was the same reason that Mary was even allowed to attend the school. “You will be expected to be polite and present the best face you can,” Mary was warned though as they explained about the wonderful opportunity that she was being given. Haruka Satou Haruka was, even among her peers in junior high, a very short girl. Her hair hung in braided tails that someone once told her was called pigtails in America came down to her shoulders. It was black, soft, and shiny. Her bright brown eyes looked at her world with wonder. In those days, kids didn’t have cell phones and video games to be taken by the teachers, however, they had other things that sometimes got them into trouble. The latest comic books, Walkman carry around stereos, and playful gadgets like laser light pens were among the few items that a teacher’s desk drawer may present from students who broke the rules about ‘no toys’ at school. Haruka had not been in Junior high school for even a month, when sometime in April she was called to speak with the principal of her school. In Japan, students knew that important opportunities were just as often the reason for seeing the principal as being in trouble. Actually, students rarely ever saw the principal when they were in trouble because the teachers would just handle most of the problems. The principal was wearing a smile as she knocked, excused herself in, and then looked up to see the man that led their school. Mr. Watanabe was a middle aged man with some silver along the side of his darker hair. He had gray eyes that seemed to study you as he even looked past you. The nice gray suit with red tie was professional, but the wrinkles near his eyes were friendly. He rarely ever scolded students, and most often didn’t bother with talking to students who would be troublesome. “You are about to be one of Japan’s first junior ambassadors to America,” he informed her. “You will impress our American neighbors and let them see the strength of Japan.” Haruka nodded. “You will be going when their school year begins, so you will probably re-learn some subject material, though having that be in English, it would probably help you pick up the language must faster.” Haruka nodded. “Don’t you have any questions?” He asked her. “No, sensei. I understand perfectly. I will be going to America to say for a year from the next semester, and I must present a strong image so that they will think that Japan is a wonderful country.” He smiled at her. “Well, as long as we are clear on what our place is, you may go back to class. There will be more details about this adventure in the late summer before you leave.” Meeting Flight: Already, the girls had spent between 13 hours for Megan and 30 hours for Haruka on planes and bouncing between airports so that they were all quite tired. Finally, they were on their last leg of the trip from New York to a place called Cheyenne Wyoming. The lights for the seatbelt were still off, and there were a few people roaming around in the main cabin where most of the passengers were. Haruka was looking out the window wondering things like how the plane could really stay up there for all those hours without dropping to the ground and becoming a heap of junk with burning and crumpled bodies of people. Anna was reading an English story though she was really just pretending as she still found a lot of the words hard to pronounce and some of them didn’t make any sense to her. She liked the pictures. These two girls sat forward of the other two girls. Mary leaned back in her seat and listened to music though headphones that were plugged into the seat with radio switches. It was really quite an interesting gadget and something she had never expected to see. Her goal was to get used to American music. Megan’s droopy eyes were a testifying factor that she had not really slept much at all in the thirteen plus hours she had been on the plane. There was the fact that the seats were hard to get comfortable enough in to sleep, and she felt nervous anyway being up in the air and knowing just how devastating a crash could be, but the main reason she didn’t get any sleep, was that she was too nervous of falling into a deep enough sleep that something bad might happen. Something that her mother always scolded her for, and that would humiliate her. At the moment, all the passengers talked quietly and seemed to have a good time thinking about their destinations. However, there was one kind of nervous Japanese girl that was still staring out into the clouds who might have been having a more difficult time. Next to her, Anna could see that she was squeezing her legs together from time to time, and her shoulders were shaking a bit. Haruka finally looked up at the sign to confirm that she was allowed to take off her belt, and she started to walk a little unsteadily and nervously towards the front of the small jet. A few people smiled at her as she passed them, and she took her place in line to wait for the small closet like space that they kept weird flushing toilets in. As she waited her turn, there was an announcement that she couldn’t quite understand that came over the airways, but as she saw people moving from the lines to their seats, she understood. It had been the same when she rode the international flight that she could understand. Apparently, they had to return to their seats, so sighing a moment, she stood wondering if she could sneak in before they found her. “Miss,” a flight attendant smiled at her. “I’m sorry, but you need to return to your seat.” She looked up at her giving her a smile and continued to wait there in front of the bathroom trying to pretend not to understand, but the attendant took her small hand led her back towards her seat. “Sorry, but I go a toiret,” she looked up with pleading eyes. “You’ll have to wait. We are landing now, and everyone has to be in their seats or you could get hurt,” the stewardess responded trying to sound nice. Haruka nodded though she didn’t really understand everything the older lady had told her. It was clear that she had to return to her seat and wait. Haruka was led by her hand, and next to the tall American stewardess, she looked even younger, almost as if she were only nine or maybe even eight years old. She sighed as she sat down and the lady tightened her seatbelt for her. Once Haruka sat down, she crossed her legs and looked out the window. Anna thought that she looked quite peculiar, but there was no point in drawing attention that would embarrass them both. Instead, she moved herself so that she could ignore the girl’s lightly wavering knees and her gaze that stared out the window. Next to Anna, Haruka’s small form not only seemed extremely short and her face quite child-chubby like, but now she was starting to move her legs and bottom in a desperate dance to contain her bladder and this made her seem like a very small child. Tears were starting to stream down Haruka’s face as she gazed out the window, but her legs were still moving side to side trying to prevent the shameful yellow fluid from escaping its prison. “This is the captain,” a man over the radio addressed the passengers. “I would like to inform you at this time that we have a bit of a delay, and we will be starting our descent in the next ten minutes. Please sit tight and continue to relax with your seats in the landing position and we will have you on the ground as soon as we can.” Haruka looked away from the window towards the aisle, up and down it, trying to see if a stewardess was about, but it seemed that they too, were sitting at the moment. It seemed that no one was allowed to leave their seats, so she knew that she shouldn’t stand up. She raised herself up as much as she could so she could pulled her skirt down more to make sure her panties were well covered. She sighed as she looked up at the sign and played more with the hem not really needing to pull her skirt any lower, but just very nervous that she was getting desperate. Beads of sweat were starting to form on her brow. Anna kept glancing at her and a part of her wanted to tell the smaller to grow up, but then a small part of her wanted to baby the girl and tell her that she understood what it felt like to have to wait, but that she could do it. There was no telling if the Japanese girl was really twelve years old just by looking at her, but as the homestay director in New York had told the four of them that they were all about twelve years old, she knew that the girl was older than she looked. Haruka’s knees were bouncing up and down and swaying side to side. Her face was red and had perspiration that ran down her neck and from her brow. A sharp long intake of breath was pulled through her teeth as she worried about how long it would take to land. The situation was growing desperate, and it wouldn’t be long before she’d start to feel warmth between her legs. The plane seemed to scream and vibrate under her legs as it was finally starting to approach the ground. Haruka’s face was in the window, her face hot with redness and sweat as she continued to fight her losing battle. Her legs were bouncing and wiggling all over the place, and her hands were in her crotch trying to her panties dry. When the plane touched the ground jolting her very slightly, she thought she was going to lose some but, it was even smoother than she remembered the last landing, and somehow, she was still holding on. The plane stopped out at the field for a few minutes, and a few adults started to stand up from their seats. Haruka also wanted to stand up and go see if the bathrooms were unlocked, but just as she was about to stand up, a flight attendant seemed to materialize in front of her, and shook her head. “It’s not safe to get out of your seat yet,” the lady looked sternly at her. It seemed to take forever for the plane to move she shivered and writhed in desperation. Finally, it was approaching the gate, and all Haruka could do was hold her hands between her legs and try to stay dry. Meanwhile, everyone else was starting to walk the crowded aisle towards the gate entrance tunnel. The other three girls were also trapped in their seats, not because of Haruka, but because the adults were being pushy and didn’t seem to want to let them out, so the four could only stand up and proceed towards the gate once the aisle was free. At the Airport: Steve was at the airport about an hour early, and nervously he waited near the gate for the girls. He couldn’t believe that he was actually going to get to watch four little kids, and have some solid proof for his girlfriend that he could take care of children. As the time drew near, the attendants marked the board with the flight he was waiting for as delayed. He sighed and walked up to the counter. “Do you know how long it will be delayed?” he asked a young woman there. “About thirty minutes sir.” Steve nodded and walked down the corridor to the bathrooms to take care of business, and then he went to a bakery to get a cup of coffee and a roll while he waited. The thirty minutes seemed to drag on and on, and the feeling of waiting made him more and more nervous like someone could snatch these young children right from his guardianship at the very last moment. Noting that the time was getting close, he stood up from the stool, brought his tray to the front where they took it to wash his dishes, and then he strolled at a lazy pace even though his heart was thumping back towards the gate where his ‘kids’ were arriving. Anna took Haruka’s things for her while the very small girl made her way towards the ramp that would take the girls into the airport, and hopefully to a bathroom before she started to wet her panties. Already, her hands were digging into her skirt as she walked, and her thighs were squeezed tightly together so that only from the knees down, was she actually taking small steps. Mary was unsure of what she could do for the little girl in front of her. Compared to Mary, Haruka looked no bigger than an eight year old, maybe a nine year old child. She would have said something if she could just think of the right thing to say that would either encourage the girl or give her reassurance that they wouldn’t laugh at her as she didn’t see how Haruka was going to make it all the way to the bathroom that way. Haruka prayed with her whole mind and soul that she could get into the airport before anything happened, found her teacher, and then made it to the bathroom. She was nearly in tears as it was from the pressure and pain of trying to keep the liquids back in that flimsy bag called her bladder. The four girls must have looked adorable to most seeing them coming out from the ramp that exited their plane. The tallest was in front trying to manage three different bags, two smaller girls followed, the very smallest taking small steps and the second smallest whispering to her as the smallest one had tears running down her face, and finally another girl that was shorter than the first but quite a bit taller than the other two and black in the very back leaning down towards the two looking as though she was also whispering. The four girls walked at Haruka’s pace to the information counter and Megan spoke up for the group as her English would be the best of them. “Excuse me, miss? Where can we find the water closets?” “Water closet?” the steward asked looking confused. “Aren’t we in America?” the girl had an Irish accent. “Yes, you are,” the lady smiled at her. “Well, don’t you speak English?” “Of course,” the woman was starting to get a little impatient at the little girl. “Well, where is the water closet? This is an emergency,” she pointed to Haruka who was already starting to feel a little thread of pee slipping down her peeing tube and dampening her panties. “Oh, you mean the ladies’ room?” the steward asked. “Whatever,” Megan said feeling her face blush. “Just tell us before our friend has an accident. Please.” “The ladies room,” the dumb American seemed to have to emphasize the name of the place for the little girl again, “is down that hall.” Megan walked back to give the directions, but it was too late by then. Haruka was already feeling the third little squirt that soaked through her panties and wet her legs just before the whole dam broke, and she squatted right there, the pee forcefully hissing to the floor all over the thin carpet. The other girls could just stand there and stare while the littlest of them peed her pants in front of them. That was when Steve noticed the small group of girls and walked towards them with a smile on his face. He looked down at the girl that was squatting and suddenly stepped back away from her as he noticed the spreading liquid on the floor. “ER… are you girls Haruka, Megan, Mary, and Anna?” he asked. Anna nodded while Megan squatted next to her peer and tried to take her hands from her face. Mary looked away feeling heavily embarrassed at seeing a white girl lose control of herself. The man was now there, and as he was white, she was sure she’d somehow be blamed and punished for Haruka’s accident. Steven shook his head at the two smaller girls, pushed Megan gently out of the way, and picked the smallest wet girl up. “Come on, girls, let’s get this little one out of her.” He said carrying her. “Megan, please get Haruka’s bag. I’ll need the other two to maneuver the luggage cart for your luggage since I need to carry Haruka.” They went to baggage claim where Steve put Haruka down for the moment, wiped her eyes with his thumbs, and whispered that it was okay. He stood by the rotating baggage claim ready to pick out the bags that the girls pointed to. “I’ll get the bags, just tell me which ones,” he told the girls. “I’m sure that you can do it by yourself if you have to, but as I’m your guardian and you are only twelve, I want to make sure you don’t hurt yourself trying to get your bags.” He put the bags on a luggage cart, with Haruka back up in his arms, her crotch getting the front of his shirt wet, and her butt getting the left arm of his shirt wet, the two bigger girls pushing the cart of bags and Megan carrying just her own carry bag, they made progress towards the car in the parking lot. At the car, Steven told the three of the girls that were dry to get in the back, and he put Haruka down next to the front passenger side. “Wait a moment, baby. I need to get a blanket for you to sit on or you’ll get my seat all wet. You are finished peeing aren’t you? If not, just go right now because I don’t want you getting pee on my car seat and ruining the car.” Haruka looked up at him not really sure of everything he was saying. She looked down at her pants, and then back at him. “Nevermind,” he sighed. He went to the back took out a blanket, and wrapped it around her waist, then he pulled her skirt down from under the blanket. “You don’t want to get your nice skirt stained, do you?” Again, Haruka didn’t understand, but she just let him take her skirt off of her, and then he carefully put her in the car so that her panties were on the blanket and wouldn’t get his seat wet. Finally, he folded her shirt putting it on her lap, and then put the bags into the trunk of the car. Are twelve year old girls babies, or young ladies?
  20. http://www.madthumbs.com/videos/hentai/uchiyama-aki-no-omorashi-gokko/1030368 found this vid. messing scene at 12:30
  21. Found that on Youtube by accident. Some of you may be interested. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_jMu34P6eU0
  22. Hi there! I am looking for videos of girls peeing in a diaper or pull-up where you can clearly hear the hiss of the pee in the diaper. The sound is a huge turn on, so I hope someone has some links to those videos. Help would be greatly appreciated!
  23. Hi :) I always get very aroused, when I witness an other girl wetting herself :aww: But that's not so odd, as I'm a lesbian. But I've noticed that also many straight girls seem to become sexually aroused looking at a girl peeing her panties; whether it's a picture, a video or in real life. So now is my question to you straight girls: Do you get aroused watching a girl, who's wetting herself? Or maybe seeing a girl, who's desperate to pee (dancing tip-toe, holding herself...)? Does it even make you want to touch yourself? What would your reaction be if you saw a desperate, or actually peeing, girl? Nosy Vikka :p
  24. Just something fun that is going on over at Getdare, for those of you interested in trying. Girls get to add diaper time to boys, with some other perks too... Not many girls have been around last few days so thought I would mention it here to help attract attention. http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=280825&page=5
  25. Hi everybody, I have a request. Can you help me find the videos of this "trailer"? 1.mp4 Here some pictures too: