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  1. Jailor Eckman

    female Request 013

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    What better way for three roommates to spend their first night in their new apartment than by having a good, old-fashioned holding contest? $100 for whoever holds it the longest! Of course after insisting that she'd wipe the floor with them, Shelley was made to drink an extra bottle... or two. She figured she was a bit heavier than her friends, so surely she'd have a bigger bladder... right? Well, now that it feels like a boiling watermelon is teetering on the other side of her pee-hole, she's not so sure. Too bad her friends won't just shut up and let her think about anything else! This is the request I did for @Lapiiss!
  2. water.wizard

    Omo Mind Control

    This is a teaser for a maybe longer story. This is a personal fantasy of mine so I'm curious as to whether you guys like it too. Let me know. ----- Brian yawned and rubbed his face with his hands. He was in one of his history courses and it was boring as hell. Brian was a freshman in college but he was a history buff in high school so he felt like he already knew this stuff. He let his gaze wander around the room. The girls at college were so much hotter than girls in high school. Brian honestly couldn't believe it sometimes. A row in front of him and a handful of seats to the right sat a girl with long brown hair and even longer legs which she showed off with her very short skirt. Her name was Alice and she was pretty nice but way out of his league. Alice took a drink of her water bottle and Brian's mind of course went to his fetish, fantasizing about her needing to pee in class. Brian imagined the Alice having drank a full bottle of water before class and then working on a second one now, and that her bladder was slowly filling, filling, filling. Alice shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She seemed to sort of look around the room, and then looked at the clock. Did she really have to pee? Brian felt his cock start to get hard. Time passed and Brian continued to watch Alice during class. She showed no more signs of needing to pee now and Brian's mind started to wander. He imagined that he was right about her needing to pee, and that her need was starting to get concerning. He saw her look at the clock again. Brian fantasized about her drinking water before this class, water which would now be trickling down and putting pressure on her bladder. Alice crossed and uncrossed her legs. He imagined her bladder continuing to fill until she felt like she was bursting, little spurts of pee starting to escape. Alice's hands shot between her legs and she started bobbing up and down in her seat, looking toward the clock and door. Brian was bewildered. Was he imagining a connection? He stared at this desperate girl as she shifted and fidgeted in her seat. There was only 15 minutes of class and she seemed to be deciding if she should just go or if she could make it. Brian stared intently at Alice as he started to imagine her bladder filling beyond capacity. The pressure of the liquid inside pressing against her desperate urethra and threatening to burst into her panties at any moment. Alice gasped quietly and crossed her legs tight, both hands against her pussy. Brian could see her rubbing herself furiously, trying to keep from peeing herself, though she seemed to try to hide it under her desk. Brian was amazed. This couldn't really be happening, could it? He supposed there was one way to find out. He imagined that Alice's need to pee mostly vanished, to just a dull need. Alice's body seemed to relax. She looked around the room nervously, seeming confused. She glanced at the clock and the front door. She seemed to decide that it wasn't worth risking her urge coming back and starting to leave class early. She quickly packed up her bag, put on her jacket, and made her way down the aisles in the seating to the front of the room. Brian's felt his cock get harder. This would really be the true test. He stared intently at Alice as she reached the front of the room. Brian imagined Alice's bladder again filling with liquid. Rapidly, to the brim, feeling like she might burst. Alice immediately doubled over at the front of the room, bending at the knees and crossing her legs. All eyes began to fall on her and her cheeks became visibly red. Brian's cock became rock hard. He imagined the pressure on Alice's pussy building, building, until it hurt and became too much. Alice bobbed up and down in place, letting out a whimper. Her hands worked furiously between her legs, rubbing her pussy in front of everyone. Brian's cock was throbbing. He imagined Alice's muscles relaxing. Alice's eyes widened as a hissing sound started to come from between her legs. Her skirt provided no cover as she began to wet herself forcefully in front of the entire class. Alice tried to stop the flow but her muscles seemed to relax against her will, continuing to let her piss herself all over her boots and the carpeted floor. Brian kept imagining Alice peeing full force and out it kept coming. Alice began crying, realizing she needed to just make a run for it and fleeing while pee still gushed from between her legs, splashing onto the floor below her. Brian watched in amazement as the girl disappeared from view, leaving a long wet trail connected to a huge puddle at the front of the room. This changes everything.
  3. Ash crossed her hands over her lap nervously, anxiously wondering how much longer the drive might be. The bumpy road wasn’t helping- each jolt felt like a punch to her bladder. Despite her discomfort, a strange sexual excitement was building inside her slender 19-year old body. She had never expected anything like this when she had signed up for a research assistant internship through her school’s Archaeology co-op program. Beside her, Dana looked just as uncomfortable. She had one hand firmly pressed in the crotch of her khaki pants, as she drove with the other hand. Ash couldn’t help but admire her 32-year old mentor’s body- the woman was as fit as she was smart! Ash’s thoughts wandered to what was going to happen later, when they reached the site. She wriggled in her seat as a wave of intense desperation ran through her, just resisting the urge to grab her crotch through her skirt. She forced her mind off sensual thoughts and back to maintaining control of her rapidly filling bladder. It had all started a week ago with a new discovery in Brazil. Some clearing of the Amazon had revealed a new structure built by indigenous peoples thousands of years ago. Further excavation was producing interesting revelations, including non-traditional sexual acts. Although Dana was conservative in nature, she was unconditionally dedicated to her work. She believed in experiential learning- that there was something a scientist could gain from trying what their ancestors had. Dana and Ash had built a growing trust in each other over the past two months and Ash had been surprised to hear that a previous co-op student, a male, had helped Dana practice some sexual acts. Ash had jumped at this opportunity when Dana had asked her. Ash was the sexually explorative type and found her boss to be quite attractive, despite their age difference. She could still recite the conversation, as she had masturbated thinking about it ever since. That morning, Dana had shown her photos of the new paintings where a woman standing on a rock was urinating on a group of men and women kneeling below her. The excavators in the area had found the same rock buried nearby using laser technology, but a lot of work was needed to expose it. Dana had gone on to say that she knew of a private forested area with a large rock they could recreate the scene on the upcoming weekend. Ash had naturally agreed and the conversation had progressed to how the women would fill their bladders during the drive in. Unfortunately, the main road had been closed due to construction and the detour had added nearly thirty minutes to the drive. The ladies had stopped drinking chilled water bottles a while ago, but the damage had been done. They were bursting and the bumpy road prevented them from getting to the darn rock any faster! Dana gasped as she turned into the small parking area. Ash noticed her entire body tense up as her driving hand released the steering wheel and joined its mate in Dana’s crotch. Dana braked hard to halt the Jeep, her quivering leg struggling to keep the foot in place. “Are you okay?” Ash asked, her own plight growing worse by the second. Dana blushed red and quickly shut off the engine, making sure her other hand remained in her crotch. “Yes, I just didn’t expect anyone else to be here, that’s all.” It was then that Ash noticed a truck parked at the other end of the parking area. Her anxiety immediately heightened as she realized the other visitors might see them near the rock. Speaking of the rock, where was it anyway? Dana gasped again as she opened the car door and carefully stepped out of the vehicle. Ash felt the most powerful urge yet as she opened the door to feel the chilly mountain air. She grabbed her womanhood to prevent leakage. As she stood up, she could feel Dana’s eyes on her and tried to release her grip. Another strong spasm erupted from her bladder and she felt herself leak into her thong. She violently thrust her fingers back between her legs and struggled to prevent a full accident. The car beeped immediately after she shut the door and Dana’s shaking voice announced that they needed to walk five minutes. Dana took the lead, hobbling with both hands in her crotch. The tight clamp on her khakis pulled them tight against her round ass, which Ash admired as she limped along behind. She thought she could make out some dampness on Dana’s inner thighs but wasn’t sure. Had her boss started wetting her pants? Ash could hear distant chatter as they cautiously made their way uphill. The climb was hell and it was a constant, exhausting struggle not to succumb to her bladder’s demands. She needed to pee SO badly. How good it would feel to just LET GO! The only saving grace was that Dana appeared to be in even worse shape. She stopped twice within three minutes to avoid completely pissing her pants. The second time, Ash heard the familiar gasp from her boss. Automatically, she focused on her ass to observe a wet streak seep down the inside of her left leg. Dana was losing control of her bladder. She rocked back and forth, fighting to stop the leak. Ash felt herself leak again and pushed even more forcefully against her pussy. She was SO close to wetting herself. Suddenly, the voices grew louder and there were footsteps echoing down the narrow trail- people were approaching. Dana helplessly hobbled to the side of the trail, but that was as far as she got. There was a large log blocking her path off the trail and she was in no shape to climb over it. Ash desperately scrambled to the other side, managing to get both feet into the muddy soil before realizing she would wet herself struggling through the sticky terrain. The young couple jogging down the trail slowed to a walk and stopped talking as they caught sight of the attractive brunette on the verge of a wetting accident. The woman burst into uncontrollable laughter as her husband stared on in shock. As they walked past, he turned to get a full view of Dana’s wet butt. It was too much- Dana burned beet red as she lost all control. Her pee flowed forcefully through her pants, drenching her hands. With a blissful sigh, she gave up the battle against her own body and brought her wet palms to rest on her wide, feminine hips. She looked down in disbelief as her light tan pants darkened rapidly to brown. Dana closed her eyes as yells of laughter filled her ears- the woman had undoubtedly noticed her accident and gone into another fit of laughter. The warm wetness flowing down her legs felt surprisingly pleasant, though nothing compared to the relief of finally releasing her long-held waters. Fortunately for Ash, the couple had completely missed the teen blonde just a few feet behind Dana. She struggled to maintain her own dignity as she watched a well-dressed professional woman soak her pants. Ash squirted again. This time, she felt the hot wetness on her fingertips- she had just leaked through her white cotton skirt. Behind her, the laughing woman gasped through uncontrollable fits of laughter, “I’m peeing! I’m peeing!” Ash turned around to verify that pee was indeed dripping from the woman’s behind, as she crouched down in laughter. Her husband, also laughing, pulled her up to her feet and smacked her wet behind. They quickly scurried away, still giggling hysterically. Dana awoke from her relief-filled stupor to find Ash struggling to get back on the trail. She hurried over to help her assistant out of the mud. They had to hurry to the rock, before Ash had her own accident. Dana could feel her soiled pants sticking to her legs as she walked briskly towards the rock. The warm wetness was cooling quickly, and the chilly breeze was really hitting home- no matter she would be out of her wet pants soon enough. Dana reached the rock with Ash trialing by a full minute. Dana quickly peeled off her drenched khakis and inspected her cotton panties. A clear wet half-moon had formed on the light blue fabric. She wondered if Ash’s panties told a similar story- she would see soon enough. Next, Dana ripped off her light jacket and t-shirt, setting her clothes down on top of a nearby log. Ash saw Dana first before the rock- she knelt in her bra and panties waiting. Ash lost control yet again and felt her warm liquid dripping down her legs. She just barely managed to regain control- climbing this damn rock was going to be a real problem. She took a step up before realizing she would need both hands to go any higher. She let go of her crotch and somehow managed to maintain control. However, pulling herself up was another matter. As she strained and felt the cold rock push against her abdomen, she knew the battle was lost. The dam had burst and there was no way to stop the water. Peeing herself, Ash scrambled the rest of the way up the rock. She pulled down her panties as she reached the top, her pee forming a trail to the summit. She thrust forward her hips and pulled up her pussy to direct her powerful stream off the rock to Dana below. The hot pee poured down on her 36D breasts, staining the white bra into a faint yellow color. Dana leaned forward to feel the shower on her face and spread out her arms to capture every droplet possible. Thirty seconds later, Ash finally finished peeing with a few pleasurable strokes to her clitoris. Wow, that had felt amazing, almost surreal. She had just peed all over her beautiful, nearly naked boss in the middle of a forest! She resisted the temptation to finish herself off right there. Suddenly, there were voices in the distance again. The two women looked at each other and scrambled to gather their belongings. Ash pulled down her skirt and climbed down from the rock, while Dana strategically redressed, tying her jacket around her waist. They quietly hurried away from the wet rock, just before the voices got there- it was time to go home.
  4. Hey guys! So I finally watched Endgame after it came out, there was some desperation and wetting involved in it. Right after Endgame came out I wanted to get a ticket as soon as I could, but the movies were so jammed with people that I could only watch it on Monday. I planned to watch it right after dinner at about 7.30pm. The film lasted for 3 hours and it will end at 10.30pm. Description phrase: I am very short, about 5’2 and 95 lbs in weight. Long flowing blonde hair. I brought a jacket in my bag, and dressed myself in a bra, white shirt, panties and a pair of micro jeans to look pretty. (I was so stupid to forget how cold the cinema can be) At about 5.45pm I put on my makeup, peed and left the house. Entering the mall at about 6 I immediately went to Mcdonalds and ordered their upsized burger(I can’t remember which one, sorry) a large coke and some fries and began to eat. It was then I noticed my need to pee. It was mild at about 3/10 and I ignored it and finished my food and that large cup of sprite. I was still thirsty and ordered another coke. Big mistake: I should have bought it during the movie. I finished all these at about 6.30pm. There was still an hour before the movie began so I went window shopping, trying out the dresses and skirts they had on sale. Time passes really fast when we do whatever we enjoy, right? In a flash it was already 7.15, and I put down the clothes to make way for the cinema. As usual I wanted to get myself a large drink (another big mistake) and some popcorn. In line I noticed the urge to pee was stronger at about 6/10. This is where I normally would start getting a little squirmy and look for a bathroom. I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs together in line to help me hold it. Finally it was my turn to order. “Large coke and popcorn please” I said as I fidgeted slightly behind the counter. I checked my time after getting my stuff, it was about 7.25, I still had time for a bathroom break. I shuffled there and relieved myself in preparation for the movie. On hindsight, I realised that at that point of time I had 2 drinks circulating through my system, and another large one was about to come in. My bladder was going to fill up very quickly. I carried my popcorn and drink and sank into my seat, getting ready for the 3 hour long movie. I had just relieved myself so I was relatively confident that I would get through the whole thing without having to leave for the bathroom. I crunched some popcorn and gulped my drink, having nothing to do but watch the boring advertisements roll on. Finally the movie began. To my astonishment I have already gulped down about half my bottle of drink. Nothing too interesting happened to my bladder… UNTIL an hour and a half into the movie. My need for the bathroom was 7/10, I crossed my legs tighter together as I was already sitting crossed legged trying not to squirm, while hugging myself tightly because of the cold. So there I was, a small and weak girl sitting in the middle of a cinema with a rapidly filling bladder and shivering from the cold. I put on my jacket to protect those bare arms. To be honest I was astonished how my need has grown so fast, I then realised the amount of liquid in my system: 3 large drinks in total. If it was any other short movie I would have made it through all fine, but this was a way more interesting and longer one, which prevented me from running to the bathroom. With no choice, I uncrossed my legs and crossed them the other way, pressing my thighs tightly together. About 45 minutes left I was really desperate for the bathroom, my need was at a 8.5/10 and I was REALLY squirming in my seat trying not to leak. I finished my drink by then, and was really starting to regret it. I had a hand firmly between my tightly crossed legs blocking my pee hole trying not to leak, and bouncing my legs up down left right frantically. Then the first leak came: my pee hole opened momentarily only to be closed by my instincts and hands milliseconds later, but that was enough for some amount of pee to gush out of my bladder, dampening my panties. I felt a warm feeling in my crotch area. I assessed the damage using my hands, the wet spot was not showing through on my jeans, but it was definitely wet inside. I continued my little discreet pee pee dance within my seat, trying to delay the leaks and holding my bladder which was begging for release. My need shot up to a 9, occasionally spiking onto 10. With 10 minutes to go I was bouncing like a mad girl trying to hold back the 3 large drinks I foolishly had. I was constantly checking the time to see how close I was to relief, as my need was at a solid 10. Both my hands were buried deep within my crotch grasping at my pee hole trying to stop the leaks, but they kept coming. I was literally dribbling every few seconds. By then the wet spot was already visible on my micro jeans as I felt my crotch cold and wet. My crotch felt really cold but I still had to hold on. I did not know how I got through that 10 minutes without completely losing it in my seat. The lights came back up and I could examine my wet spot more clearly. I blushed in embarrassment as I noticed my butt was wet as well, the front of my jeans were certainly a darker shade of the usual blue. Coming back to my pee dance I grabbed my crotch desperately losing spurts into my panties and some drops even soaking my seat. I planned to run right to the bathroom after the post-credit scene I was looking forward to. As I spurted more and more I watched the credits scroll by, but another 10 minutes passed without a scene. I then noticed there was no end-credit scene and why the person next to me left so early. Carrying my empty drink and popcorn carton I stood up, and my pee hole immediately opened and I lost control for a full 2 seconds. I bent forward with a damp hand in my crotch stopping the flow and feeling a warm stream cascade down my thighs and legs. I took my jacket and hobbled to the bathroom. I really could not hold it anymore. There was no queue to the ladies, because of my stupidity to wait for the non-existent end credit scene. I rushed into the cubicle, a hand in my crotch fighting a losing battle while the other locking the door and hanging my jacket on the door. With the toilet so close to me my need increased ten-fold. Shaking my tightly crossed legs I unbuttoned my jeans, losing another spurt, and tried to unzip it. With me being so close to relief, the vice grip of the jeans was not helping, I had to pee really really badly. I tried to unzip it 3 more times and failed, it just wouldn’t budge and stayed there stubbornly. Finally, my tired floodgates opened, and it happened. Transparent liquid gushed out of my body with a loud hissing sound, through my panties, completely destroying the bottom of my micro jeans, and running down my legs. Warmth spread to my legs, my bladder finally found relief after all that torture, just not in the right place. I gasped and moaned in relief quietly and stood there, enjoying the relief. My pee pooled around my legs and ran into the stall next to mine. I really pity the cleaners but what could I do… I then made my way back home. I tied my jacket behind me to cover my glistening butt but my front had a revealing wet spot and was uncovered. On the way back home some people gave me weird stares but nothing too eventful happened. So that was my story! I probably should not drink too much before movies next time. Thanks for reading, hope you liked it! I would be doing other desperation scenes in the future so please stay tuned for that! Kayla
  5. Chapter 1 (FYI loosely based on an old episode of an old tv show) Alex’s tan athletic body laid across her beds silk white sheets. In those dark short shorts her legs spread out to let breeze flow between the crotch. Her white t shirt strayed well across her small but ample chest. Hair tied up, she flinched as she felt a jolt hit her bladder, making her sexy legs squeeze together on instinct. She brushed it off for the time being. Liz, who slept across the hall from Alex had a little more weight on her but boy did it look awesome. Her white legs may have had flab, but her white panties shaped well over her ass, and tight white t shirt brought out her big boobs that took attention away from her amazing blonde hair. She was fast asleep, not yet aware of her bladder which was so full her tummy stuck out. Ashley was a tall, tan model wearing nothing but a tight black bra over her huge chest, and black panties that brought eyes to her crotch and ass whenever she did a magazine photo shoot or walked on the beach. She slept next to her boyfriend, Kevin, also tall, and the body of a hot athlete. “Morning,” he said as he wiped her dark hair from her face. Ashley flinched as she felt all the drinks from last nights after party expand her bladder, plugging herself with her fingers quickly which turned on Kevin. She squeezed her legs as she rubbed off the need to pee like hell feelings as she didn’t want to leave her comfy bed yet. Each of the three house friends (Kevin spent the night) that one of the two bathrooms was being renovated and out of commission for the time being. “Don’t want to get up yet,” Ashley said smiling and kissing Kevin. Kevin felt his massive need to piss though! He got up as he watched his girlfriend fall back asleep, and made his way out of bed, into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Alex meanwhile at that point had been squirming around under her sheets for sometime, and did not want to wet the bed. Her bladder in pain, she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. “Christ,” She said as she rushed, annoyed with her pulsing bladder. She reached the bathroom door and tried to push it open, alas, it was occupied. She wrestled with the handle and knocked. “Um...hello?” She asked in a worried and awkward tone. “I’ll be done soon,” said Kevin. Alex bounced in place and shook her head letting out a breath of grief. Sighing because of her explosive bladder feeling like it was pushing out her sides. She crossed her legs and her foot waddled. She heard one of the doors in the hall open, and Liz rushes out with her sexy long and thick legs together. In nothing but her white shirt and too small sized panties. She reached for the door but Alex pushed her back. “Hey hey hey!” Alex said. “Me first!” Liz threw her arms up wanted to swear like crazy as she literally felt she might lose it any second. Her belly hurting so bad from her full bladder she felt queasy, let her tongue hang out drooling like a dog begging. A sexy gold one that is. She turned to the other bathroom but stopped remembering quickly it was out of order. She felt her bladder feeling like it would rip apart stretching so bad. Hurt so bad she tipped over a little at her waist. “Oooooh,” Liz moaned, pushing her hands against her crotch, her feet kicking back one after the other. She would kick on foot back and keep it floated as she bounced, then repeated the process with the next foot and so on in torment. Ashley, in her room laying in bed, could not stop squirming around or uncross her legs. She got up without grabbing her robe, and headed out the bedroom door for the bathroom in only her black bra and panties. To be continued
  6. Jailor Eckman

    female Page 13

    From the album: Off-Limits!

    Sorry for the short page, guys! I had an off week!
  7. Jailor Eckman

    female Page 12

    From the album: Off-Limits!

    Another page is done! I hope you all had a good Easter!
  8. (Just a little advertisement first, we've recently formed a Council discord channel. So if you're into proud tough ladies getting into embarrassing situations, getting spooked and having humiliating accidents shoot me a dm. We've got a handful of likeminded authors and artists) Welcome to the sequel of, One huge thank you to my wonderful girlfriend and editor who puts up with my atrocious grammar. Without any further interruptions, enjoy. Baiken huffed as she laid down for a change. The audible squish of clammy, sodden padding underneath her kimono brought a blush to her cheeks. Rivulets of urine dribbled over the plastic shell. The garment had been completely saturated during the night. “It would help if you learned to do these things yourself.” the doctor said, taking a moment to strike an exaggerated pose while he thought. Baiken just growled at him. “It’s difficult with one arm, and if you’re going to make me wear them, then you’re going to change them!” she snapped. “Okay, okay!” he said, holding his hands out, knowing how ill-tempered she could be...especially in the morning. “But look at the progress you have made.” he beamed. She stared back at him, nonplussed. Whatever he was so jovial about she didn’t seem to see it. “Progress, no matter how small, is still progress!” he exclaimed. Reaching into his surgical coat, he rummaged around for a moment before yanking out a sheet of stickers. The crude woman clenched her jaw with displeasure. His methods were embarrassing to say the least. Peeling off one of the stickers, he thrust it forward, sticking it to the “progress” chart in the wet row. She rubbed her face with embarrassment. “I’m not a child, are those really necessary?” she growled again already knowing the answer. “You agreed to follow my methods.” he commented with a shake of his head. “And I’m the doctor!” he added before shoving the stickers back into his coat. “Like I was saying, progress! This is the first night since you arrived that you didn’t have a nocturnal bowel movement.” he exclaimed with pride as if he were a father helping his daughter potty train. The pink-haired woman looked unimpressed by the revelation. “I guess.” she begrudgingly admitted. It was true; since arriving in the city she’d been haunted each night by horrifying dreams. Memories of the past caused her to wake each day, diaper soaked with her own urine and the rear bulging with shit. It had been so bad that she’d leaked the first two nights; Faust insisted her bed be fitted with a protective mattress cover. To do that during the day was one thing but even while she slept! Baiken shuddered, recalling the sticky muddy sensation of a dirtied diaper that she’d spent all night sleeping in. “In addition, you’ve had fewer incidents these past three days!” he added encouragingly. Faust gestured to the chart that was filled with stickers; she couldn’t bring herself to look. Baiken didn’t have to look to know how bad it was. The unbidden dribble of urine into the thirsty padding around her groin seemed never ending. When she wasn’t in ‘class’, most of her day was spent doing menial labor around the compound. Baiken cynically suspected that Faust was just too cheap to hire a cleaner. “Oh, I nearly forgot. You’ll be happy to know that I’ll be getting another patient for precisely the same reason you’re here… well… not precisely the same reason. I shouldn’t be so specific. A similar reason?” he mused, searching for the right word. Baiken groaned, resisting the urge to snap at him again. “Change me before I get another rash.” she hissed. The doctor snapped out of his thoughts at her demand. “Oh, yes, of course!” Whistling a quiet tune through the ridiculous paper bag he wore as a mask, he began. She turned her head to the side, looking out the window as she tugged up the bottom half of her kimono. Cool air suddenly hit her naked skin, and the smell of stale pee tickled her nose. “You’ve been drinking more water too, excellent.” he noted, breaking his jovial whistling to offer her more praise. “Oh, and before I continue, do you still need the toilet?” he asked. There was no use in denying it; she had learned how insistent he could be. Best to just get it over with. Baiken nodded and felt him raising the front of her diaper, holding it back in place. She balled her fists and pushed. A weak stream dribbled from her urethra. The pink-haired woman could feel the warm liquid trickling down her slit, running over the bottom of her buttocks and pooling in the saturated garment before slowly being absorbed. “I’m done.” she grunted dismissively. “Wonderful.” he said before once again removing the wet diaper. “And lift.” he told her. She did as he requested, raising her hips for him as she felt the wet garment pulled away. Freedom, if only for a scant few minutes. She let out a yelp of surprise at the sudden chill touch of the sanitizing wipe. “Cold!” she growled at him. The first time he’d endeavored to change her in the morning she’d ended up urinating all over his hand… that had prompted him to begin asking if she still had to go. “Yes, sorry, sorry. I always forget.” he said absentmindedly. His apologies didn’t stop him from continuing his efforts to wipe the sheen of urine from her flesh. “And done, that wasn’t so bad.” he attempted to assuage her poor mood. She mockingly mouthed his words. It’s what he said every time… “and a fresh diaper.” he continued to narrate her change as he laid the garment on the table. Unfolding the thickly padded garment she instinctively lifted her hips, allowing Faust to slide the diaper under her. “How many more of those do you have? You said you’d order them without those stupid prints on them.” she groused. “Oh, but I think they’re adorable!” he exclaimed. “The pink pictures even match your hair.” he continued. Baiken’s eye twitched with irritation. That was not the answer she desired… “Soon, soon!” he said quickly, upon seeing the death glare. “At the rate you’re using them, I’d say another week or two… or three?” he said. It sounded like he didn’t even know. Baiken remained silent, allowing him to finish taping the diaper snugly around her hips. “All done, we’ll see you shortly for class. Make sure you eat breakfast.” he nattered before sliding out of the room. “What a weirdo…” she grumbled, swinging her legs over the side of the changing table. Standing from the table her kimono fell back into place, hiding her diaper once more. With him out of the room she approached the potty training chart, running her fingers over the myriad of stickers. So many accidents… her eyes watered with shame at the reminder and she stormed from the room. A short while later she reclined on the back two legs of the chair, belching loudly as she rubbed her stomach. A hearty breakfast of eggs and cured meats had satisfied her appetite for now. Since he was off tending to who knew what she’d even brewed a pot of coffee. His insistence on drinking water water water was incredibly tiresome and the caffeinated beverage warmed her insides as she sipped from the mug. She wondered who was going to be joining her suffering at Faust’s clinic. Maybe it’d be someone she’d met in her travels? Baiken gulped down the rest of the coffee and let the chair fall forward, returning to all four legs with a wooden clunk. Slamming the mug down, she wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her kimono. She stood up and immediately froze as a noisy wet splortch came from her diaper. She’d stood too quickly and accidentally messed her diaper. Gingerly reaching behind her she probed the seat of her padding. It wasn’t much but she could feel the slippery, sticky sensation of a small gooey dollop of poop between her cheeks. To make matters worse the gusset of the thick garment wasn’t dry anymore either. A small discolored patch caused the patterns to fade slightly. At least it was a small accident… it barely even counted! Baiken tossed her dishes in the sink, squirming in her diaper, before exiting to the courtyard. Her diaper could wait for now; she didn’t want to ask Faust for a change so soon… The morning sun was already creeping towards noon. It was only with Faust’s coercion that she was beginning to rise before midday at all! Now that she wasn’t up all night drinking it was a possibility. She spat on the ground with irritation. A bedtime… at her age! A heavy bladed axe waited for her with a pile of unsplit logs; wood for the fireplaces and the stoves. Hefting the large tool above her head she began the menial job. It was simple, honest work, and one of the few things Baiken moderately enjoyed here. At least she could keep her strength up! Still, it wasn’t a finely crafted weapon like her sword (which Faust had been adamant about locking up). He insisted that she was safe here, and that it was a place of healing, not violence. She scoffed at his words as they came back to he, and resumed splitting the wood. She let herself fall into the repetitive work. The rhythmic thumping of the axe blade masked the brief spurts of urine that dampened her diaper. Faust skittered back into the yard, peering towards Baiken as she labored. The dutiful doctor continued his peculiar gait towards the distracted woman. His diaper checks continued to take her by surprise, and this time was no exception. He leaned forward, craning his neck up underneath the hem of her kimono and shoving his face against the bottom of her diaper. She screamed in surprise, the axe flying from her hand at the apex of its arc. “FREAK!” she shouted as she whirled around, her heart beating against her chest. The unexpected startle had brought a spate of urine spattering noisily against the groin of her diaper. Her bowels had loosened as well. Already needing to relieve herself from the coffee, a loose watery movement exploded into her diaper, causing the garment to sag beneath her hips. “What are you doing!?” she barked at him, hands jammed between her legs, thighs quivering with the effort to control herself. “I was simply checking your diaper.” he said as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Retrieving what she instantly recognized as her voiding journal he began to write. There was a silence between them… save for the sound of a babbling stream coming from between her legs. “Oh dear… I didn’t intend to startle you!” he apologized to the blushing woman. “Well… I need a change now…” she grumbled under her breath. “Yes… I ahh heard your release. Did you completely void?” he asked. Baiken did not appear pleased by the question. “Yes…” she spat. “I see.” he noted, jotting down something in the diary before beckoning her off to the changing area. “We should get you changed before class anyway. Your diaper was quite wet.” he said which she immediately denied. “No it wasn’t!” she retorted! “I was perfectly… almost perfectly dry!” she huffed, following him back to the changing room now with an awkward bow-legged stride. Desperately she attempted to avoid squishing the moderate bulge in her diaper any more than she already had. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you cleaned up before you know it. We wouldn’t want to be late!” he said, grabbing her by the hand; suddenly he was pulling her across the courtyard in a near sprint. Her dirty diaper bounced against her bottom, squishing wetly with every step. Baiken’s protests fell on deaf ears. Unlike the earlier change which had only taken a few minutes, changing her after a full bowel movement took some time. Fortunately he was meticulous with his effort to keep her from getting a rash. The smell was atrocious; she pinched her nose shut as he tirelessly worked to clean the filth from her backside. It took a good fifteen minutes but in the end she was clean again and placed in a new diaper. “Oh dear… we’re already a few minutes late!” he said, scuttling out of the room without another word. She shook her head and trudged after him. This was undoubtedly her least favorite part of the day… since she’d failed out of his initial Bedwetting therapy class and been transferred to Beginning Potty Training for toddlers dealing with a bunch of brats was extremely irksome. Arriving in the classroom she could hear him apologizing for being late. “Sorry, Ms. Baiken had a little accident in her diaper and needed changing.” he told the classes which brought an uproar of giggles from the young children. “Shut up! That’s not true!” she lied, flustered by the doctor’s humiliating apology. So much for doctor patient confidentiality! “Ms. Baiken, language!” he scolded her. The crass samurai narrowed her eyes and took her seat in the rear of the class, cursing quietly to herself. Her diaper crinkled audibly as she sat. The lesson dragged on… and on… some of it was based in physiology some of it just sounded like gibberish but it was all dumbed down to such an inane level. She heard her name called and snapped to attention. “Ms. Baiken are you paying attention?” Dr. Faust’s voice asked. She growled back at him “Yes.” Even through his paper bag she could tell he was giving her a skeptical look. He paused the lecture and pointed at her dramatically “Then you’ll have no problem telling me. What is the first thing you do when you need to potty?” he asked, pensively waiting for her response. Baiken glowered at him and the simplicity of his questions. “You go to the pot…” she cleared her throat correcting herself. “The toilet.” she said smugly. The class burst out into giggles again at her expense. “Wrong!” he exclaimed, smacking the whiteboard. “Class, Ms. Baiken’s answer is why she is still wearing diapers. When you feel the need to potty, you…” he waited for the class to fill in the answer. There was a unanimous shout from the younger children. “Hold it.” they all said. A young girl patted Baiken on the thigh comfortingly. The pink-haired woman simply glowered at her until she retreated. Fortunately, she was spared embarrassment for the rest of the lesson… until she felt her stomach gurgle ominously. Fifteen minutes left… She straightened her posture, but that hardly helped her sudden, desperate predicament. Breakfast had caught up with her, and to make matter worse, that nagging urge in her bladder had returned as well. She fidgeted where she sat, muscular thighs bobbing up and down. Asking to use the bathroom… there was only a few more minutes left… she could already hear the children giggling if she asked to excuse herself. She glanced up at Faust, still blathering on as per usual. Somehow he seemed to without fail capture the attention of the children with his lessons. She snorted with derision at the idea of a psychopath like him teaching anything useful to children. Her short laughter had been louder than intended; Faust paused his lesson cocking his head a full ninety degrees to the side. “Ms. Baiken, is there something you would like to share with the class?” he asked. The samurai could feel a multitude of eyes all on her. She waved her hand dismissively, attempting to deflect the attention. “Nothing important.” The doctor did not look amused with her answer. “Would you be so kind as to join me at the front of the class?” he asked… His tone of voice however...she could tell it wasn’t a request. “Is that really necessary?” she retorted. “You agreed to follow my rules and guidelines! I expect you to set a good example for the children, but your outbursts have been very distracting today! Isn’t that right, class?” he said, looking around at the young children. They all looked somewhat confused by the question before agreeing in unison; Baiken groaned. “Fine, fine, I’m coming.” she growled. Slowly she uncrossed her legs and got to her feet. Brushing off her kimono, she sauntered towards the front of the class, past her younger classmates; diaper crinkling noisily with every step. “Well?” she asked, standing indignantly in front of him with her hand on her hip. There was a moment of silence. “The paddle of classroom justice!” he loudly announced. Taking his full nine foot height he utterly towered over the smaller woman. The color drained from her face as she craned her neck back to see him. Walking hunched over as he did, it was easy to forget just how tall Faust was. From behind his desk he’d retrieved a large wooden paddle; it must have been every bit of five feet long! It was as big as she was! The class oooohed all together as they watched. She could already feel a gush of pee warming the diaper between her legs at the sight. “W...wait no… that’s…” she tried to protest. Faust sat on the edge of his desk, and before she knew what was happening the lanky man had pulled her over his knees. Tugging up the bottom of her kimono he exposed the puffy diaper. “Oh dear, if you needed a change you should have said so.” he lectured her, spotting the damp discoloration. “I didn’t I… ooh…” she grit her teeth, finally managing to clench her muscles and stem the flow. “Let me up, you pervert!” she barked at him! Faust ignored her demands and addressed the class. “Ms. Baiken is going to be disciplined. This is what happens when you disrupt class and misbehave!” he said, bringing the large paddle down on the woman’s bottom. Even through the thick padding it hurt. Baiken yelped in pain as she was forced forward from the impact. Any semblance of control she’d managed to regain over her bladder instantly disappeared upon impact. A noisy deluge of piss rushed into her diaper. The audible hiss earned giggles from the spectators. “Ahhhhh!” Faust exclaimed, seeing the protective garment begin to droop and swell. “Using your diaper won’t save you from your punishment!” he announced, bringing the paddle crashing down once more. Due to her forceful peeing saturating the diaper, the impact was more of a wet thump the second time around. She blushed with humiliation as every eye was glued to her plight. “I…” the paddle came down with a loud WUMP, interrupting whatever she was about to say. “Faust, please!” she managed to interject before it came down again. “In my classroom my discipline is law!” he exclaimed without stopping, bringing another hard swat down on her backside. With each strike she could feel her bowels loosening, her anus quivering. She grimaced, enduring another blow to her behind. “S..stop.” she futilely begged. He raised the paddle once more. Her body convulsed, her stomach tensed, and in anticipation of the blow her bowels uncontrollably evacuated. It was noisy, sticky, wet. Time seemed to slow down as she felt each gram of waste crackle and ooze into her diaper. The stream of urine had started to taper off; a single rivulet of urine running down her muscular thigh. “Nnng I… I’m… s...stop!” she whined as she pushed more filthy mush into her padded underwear. There were gasps of shock, giggles, and full blown laughter from the children watching her. “She’s pooping her diaper!” one announced gleefully, delighting in the woman’s misery. Another giggled madly “she’s fudging her huggies!” he snickered. “Ewww, that’s so gross!” a young girl said, pinching her nose in an exaggerated fashion. The seat of her diaper swelled; already the prints had disappeared when she’d wet. Now the white shell of the garment was slowly starting to turn a mottled brown. “Oh dear… oh dear!” Faust exclaimed, not having expected this to happen. “She’s a poopy girl!” another voice gleefully announced. Faust finally intervened. “Please class, don’t tease Ms. Baiken for having an accident. It is, after all, why she is here. I suppose this is lesson enough…” he admitted before snapping his fingers with inspiration. Baiken meanwhile grunted one last time, pushing the last of her poop into her diaper, brown muck starting to seep out around the leg holes. Faust returned Baiken to her feet. She nearly lost her balance, but was glad she did not. He slammed his hand down on the desk and with one swift movement cleared it. Pencils, papers, even the ancient typewriter he had for some unknown reason clattered to the ground. Once cleared he brought his fist down smacking the desktop and the whole surface rotated. What was once a standard desk now looked like a changing table one might find in any public bathroom. “Please, Ms. Baiken. Go ahead and lay down. In place of the rest of her spanking she was to be a demonstration to the class! Her head swam, slowly she did as she was told lest she provoke the lunatic further. “Please, one of you fetch Ms. Baiken a diaper.” he asked the class. One of the other children hopped to her feet and scrambled to get the sorely needed garment. Under the desk resided the rest of the supplies he would need. Climbing onto the changing table, Baiken could feel her kimono being lifted up. “Before you lay on your back.” Faust chimed in again. The doctor pointed to the leaking leg guard’s smeared with brown. “You see, class, this is why you should always change as soon as possible. You can see Ms. Baiken is already about to leak! It’s fortunate we were here already.” he explained, keeping her sagging diaper on display for a moment. Baiken shut her eye, absolutely mortified, wishing to be anywhere but her current predicament. “You may lay down.” he said gently, allowing her to twist around and lay on her back. She stared down woefully as he spread her thighs. The entire front of her diaper was sodden, ; she could feel the heavy warmth blanketing her hips. He inspected her for a moment “Oh dear… we might need to get you something thicker; you’re a very heavy wetter for your size.” he said, clicking his tongue with concern. “Oh no no… the colossus is the thickest model!” he exclaimed with an air of hopelessness to his voice. “Oh, I’m rambling again. Anyway!” he turned his attention back to the blushing diapered woman waiting for her change. “Class, you’ll see changing Ms. Baiken’s diaper is just like changing any other.” he explained as he began un-taping the thoroughly soiled garment. Baiken wrinkled her nose at the sudden foul smell emanating from her poopy diaper. There was a quiet murmur about how stinky she was from the class. “Yes, due to her poor diet and previous dependence on alcohol, Ms. Baiken is a stinky girl.” he said absentmindedly as he continued to scrub the excrement from her skin. “Shut up!” she hissed at him. He paid little attention to her outburst and continued the task at hand. Much to Baiken’s chagrin, narration of each step was included. It was among the most humiliating fifteen minutes of the pink-haired woman’s life. Finally it was over, and the class was dismissed. She was the first to leave, running as fast as she could back to her room. The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Baiken broke out her hidden stash of rice wine that Faust had yet to find and drowned her misery in it; eventually she wandered out and into town. Hours passed and with a sodden diaper drooping wetly between her legs she returned. Faust was in his lab doing… Baiken wasn’t about to ask; but… there was another voice? “Oh, the little one’s returned~” a flirtatious voice called out as she came into the doorway. The voice caused the hair on the back of Baiken’s neck to stand on end. Her eye widened, a gush of urine running down her leg. “YOU!” she growled, lunging forward with malicious intent in her eyes. I-no let out a faux scream holding her hand to her head. “Oh Faust, this crass woman is going to attack me. I’m so scared~” she announced melodramatically. Faust stepped forward, blocking Baiken’s path to the dark haired woman. I-no was in her own little world, snickering at the display. Faust was scolding Baiken; the small, pink-haired woman flailing her arms in an attempt to shove past the monster of a man. I-no crouched down, spreading her knees. Her skirt rode up exposing a thick diaper adorned with cartoonish musical notes. “I’m so frightened I pooped my diaper~” she said with a breathy moan, rubbing the front of her diaper with one hand as a wet stain started to form. Grunting, the seat of the childish garment began to tent and expand as she strained to empty herself. “Ms. I-no is here under a very strange circumstance, but I expect you to behave yourself around her!” Faust said, looming over the irate woman. “She’s a madwoman, keep her away from me doctor~” I-no’s coy voice rang out as she grunted again and finished messing her diaper. A wet discoloration blossomed under her hand that’d been mischievously rubbing the front of her diaper as she let out a subdued moan. Baiken finally saw what the short haired woman was doing and recoiled in horror. “Degenerate, pervert!” she snapped, taking a step back and glowering at I-no. Faust whirled around “No! Ahhhh, Ms. I-no, that’s exactly what you’re not supposed to be doing!” he exclaimed, waving his hands in the air. “Stop that this instant!” he demanded. I-no pouted playfully and stood, tugging her skirt back down over her diaper. At least Baiken’s kimono hid it well… the dirty brown bulge hung quite obviously beneath the hem of I-no’s red skirt. She winked at Baiken. “I suppose you’ll be changing me now?” she said to Faust. “Of course! I can’t allow you to stay in a soiled diaper. You’re supposed to be using the toilet!” he said, sounding exasperated with the woman. “Come along both of you!” he grabbed both of them by the wrist dragging them to the changing area. “Now, since you’re incapable of changing yourself. You might have better luck changing someone else.” Faust explained. Baiken scoffed angrily. “I’m not changing that pervert’s diaper.” she protested. “How else will you learn to change your own!” he countered, thrusting them both into the changing room, locking the door behind them. “Neither of you are allowed out until you’re both in clean diapers!” he announced, pressing his face up against the frosted window. “And no funny business!” I-no traipsed in, Baiken stumbled; catching her balance. Taking a moment I-no paused, reaching behind her and squishing her poopy diaper against her bottom with a guttural moan. The pink haired woman gagged, recoiling in horror… how could she do that… “Faust, let me out!” she growled, turning around knocking on the window where his face was. He didn’t flinch, answering with a resounding “NO” “But I bet you’ve never even tried squishing it~” I-no’s sultry voice teased her. She felt sick at the thought; deriving enjoyment from such things? She shook her head, turning around to face her new “classmate”. I-no was face to face with her, a hand reaching underneath Baiken’s Kimono and pressing the front of her saturated diaper. The soggy padding squished softly against her skin. She breathed in sharply, grabbing I-no’s wrist and yanking it away. It hadn’t been the worst sensation, but the proud woman would rather fall on her sword than admit anything to I-no. “Oh, you enjoyed that~” she teased, rubbing her wrist when Baiken let her go. Baiken glared at her. “Touch me again and even without my sword I will end you.” she threatened. “So fearsome, can’t even keep her pants dry~” I-no mocked. “At least I choose to do it~” she continued. “For some disgusting reason…” Baiken countered sharply, tromping over to the changing table. This was a sick joke, bringing I-no here. “Change mine and I’ll change yours.” Baiken growled at her, pointing at the table. “Oh, you’re no fun~” I-no huffed. She stroked her chin “Fine, but you first~” she said. Baiken crawled onto the changing table, spreading her legs for I-no to change her. “Oh dear, you really soaked that one.” I-no commented. “You’re even leaking~” she noted, running her finger along Baiken’s wet, muscular thigh. Baiken shuddered at her touch “No funny business.” she repeated, continuing to glare at her. Fortunately, her diaper was only wet. I-no approached her slowly, looking down at her like a predator stalking her prey. The look on her face made the samurai apprehensive about what was to come. Why couldn’t Faust just change them both! “Oh, but funny business is the best business~” I-no teased her, continuing to trace her finger along the woman’s thigh. Baiken twitched, her expression staying hard as stone. “Feh, fine.” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “I’ll change your diaper, pouty pants.” she continued to tease with a huff. Clearly, that was not the reaction I-no had hoped for. “You’re no fun; you really should lighten up.” she said, ripping open the soggy diaper. Baiken continued to glare at her, remaining silent as the all too familiar smell of urine tickled her nose again. “Oh dear, you really soaked your diaper.” I-no commented, tugging the diaper out from under her and rolling the used diaper up. She paused, holding the used diaper in her hands. “Mmm, it’s still warm~” she teased, kneading her fingers into the plastic shell. Baiken’s expression shifted to one of revulsion. “You pervert! Put that down!” she growled. I-no laughed, “I knew I could change your mood.” she continued, letting the diaper fall from her hand with a wet splat. “Disgust is hardly an improvement!” the pink haired woman argued. I-no just smirked as she plucked a wipe out of the box. Unlike Faust, whose clinical approach was quick and efficient, the raven-haired she-devil took her time. Even her touch was more delicate. It was surprisingly pleasant. The relentless samurai’s expression melted. She bit her lip restlessly, shifting away from her touch. I-no said nothing, simply tending to her duties, not letting Baiken shift away from her so easily. “Stop squirming.” I-no scolded her. The changing continued; I-no brought the wipe ever so teasingly across Baiken’s slit. Her eye widened, her heart rate quickened; “S...stop that!” she snapped at I-no. “Just being thorough~” she said, dismissing her warning. Baiken took a deep breath as she continued. I-no tossed the wipe away, grabbing a fresh one. Resuming her mischievous ministrations the cleanup resumed as normal, working her way down to the woman’s bottom. When her guard was down once again, she felt I-no’s slender digit pushing ever so gently into her tight hole. She curled her toes, arching her back. I-no giggled quietly, pushing her finger in and out ever so slightly. “I’m surprised a repressed, angry sow like you enjoys this~” she teased, pressing her finger even deeper. Baiken let out an accidental moan, quickly covering her mouth and wriggling forward. Panting for breath, she sat up, glowering at the woman. “I did NOT!” she spat! “No, of course not.” I-no giggled, unfolding a fresh diaper for her. “You’re all clean cutie~” I-no winked. “Just have to put this diaper on.” she said, unfolding the garment for her. “I’ll do it myself!” Baiken insisted, clearly having had enough. I-no shrugged, laying the diaper on the table for her. Contenting herself by rubbing the front of her diaper, she bucked her hips against her hand, letting out a sultry moan. Baiken growled angrily as she maneuvered herself on top of the garment. From outside, face still pressed against the window, Faust banged on the glass. “Nooooo, no funny business!” he scolded I-no. She turned and pouted at the window whilst Baiken struggled with the diaper. “Damned thing.” she cursed under her breath. She’d managed to get the front tugged up but with only one arm she could hardly keep it tugged tightly against her skin to fasten the tapes. The end result was a poorly fitted diaper. I-no examined her handywork, clucking her tongue. Baiken felt so small, unable to even put on a diaper herself. She sniffled, eyes watering in shame. “J...just fix it.” she growled, turning her head away. “Of course dear~” I-no said airily, taking a few moments to readjust the tapes. “All done~” she commented, patting the front of her diaper with a faint crinkle. “My turnnnn~” she announced. Hopping onto the table with a noisy squelch, she gasped with pleasure as she wiggled her hips around. Baiken stared at her dumbfounded by the act. Each time she’d climbed onto the changing table it had been with all the grace and caution she could muster to avoid doing what I-no had just done. “I have to clean that up!” she growled at her. “I know, I’m soooo naughty. You should give me a spanking~” she toyed with her. Baiken trembled with anger, barely able to restrain herself. “Pervert.” she spat, ripping the diaper off, staring at what she had to clean up. Was this what Faust had to deal with every time she… Baiken couldn’t bring herself to think of it; cheeks blushing a fiery red. “Just sit still.” she growled, retrieving a handful of the cleansing wipes. Mercifully, it seemed I-no was finally calmed down. She let Baiken tend to her filth covered hips with little interruption. Her head lolled to the side and she looked like she was in another world, overcome with euphoria. One hand made the task even more arduous. Fortunately, I-no did as she asked, turning this way and that when requested. “An excellent display of teamwork!” Faust exclaimed, poking his head in through the door. “I’m leaving.” Baiken growled, storming past the insane man, leaving I-no and the doctor in her wake. Faust watched her as she stomped towards her room. “She changed her own diaper!” he exclaimed proudly. “Poorly~” I-no interjected. “It was her first!” he continued, refusing to be discouraged. Arriving in her room she slammed the door shut. The resounding crack causing her to jump at the unexpected volume, losing a spurt of liquid into her diaper. Baiken tossed herself into her bed, burying her face in her pillow and slamming her fist into the mattress. It wasn’t fair, none of it was fair! She smashed her fist down again letting out her rage. Punching the plush mattress didn’t help. She lay there wallowing in self-pity for a while. Frustrated with Dr. Faust’s ridiculous method, angry with I-no for her unsightly advances, and most of all, frustrated with herself for continuing to have accidents. Towards the end of the evening there was a knock on the door. “Go away.” she growled. Faust ignored her and poked his bag-covered head in anyway. “Just checking to see if you need a change before bed.” he asked. She sat up on her bed and glared at him. “No.” she spat. Subtly working her hand between her thighs, her diaper told another story: soaked. “...yes” she said, the venom in her voice ebbing. “As long as it’s you and not that devil pervert.” she growled, tugging her kimono to the sides exposing the sodden diaper around her hips. He nodded, quickly changing the woman. There was a flurry of movement. She could hardly even follow his motions. The old diaper removed, she was quickly wiped down and before she could blink a fresh diaper was taped snugly around her hips. “There, all ready for bed.” Faust announced. Baiken exhaled, blowing stray pink hair from her face. “I’m not a child. I’m probably older than you.” she grumbled, turning over and flopping back down on her bed. “Of course, of course.” he responded, quickly departing. Her nightmares returned that evening. Gears haunted her sleep, That Man just two steps ahead of her blade, and his toy… I-no. Jets of hot urine continuously poured into her padding as she twitched and cowered in her dreams. Her final dream had her nearly defeated, cowering at I-no’s feet; deafened by the roaring crescendo of her guitar. With her sword shattered to pieces, she scrambled back from the woman. I-no sauntered towards her, swaying her hips seductively. “Is the little girl scared, going to potty in her pants~” she teased as she continued to step closer and closer. Baiken swallowed; as she clambered away from the woman she was leaving a trail of urine through her wraps. A wall appeared behind her impeding her escape. The stream of piss intensified, a golden arc spraying through her wrappings. The wet fabric clung to her vulva as the monster drew ever closer. The red leather clad woman loomed above her, eyes glowing menacingly. “I’m not going to kill you yet~” she whispered seductively. “We have plenty of time to play first~” she cooed. She quivered, feeling her anus go lax just as her bladder had. The sound of a moist, sticky bowel movement filled the air as her wraps filled with shit. Ropes lashed around her ankles and wrists, pulling her to a standing position. I-no yanked her kimono away with ease, tossing it over her shoulder. Baiken stood restrained in front of the dark haired woman still pooping her panties. “Oh, you did, you really did go potty in your pants~” I-no teased, thrusting her hand between the pink-haired woman’s legs and feeling the warm liquid running over her fingers. Baiken couldn’t stop herself; I-no’s touch was electric. She let out a guttural moan. “Oh… oh gods… don’t.. Don’t touch me like that.” Baiken protested, bucking her hips against I-no’s hand even as she objected. I-no giggled, pressing her fingers against the sopping wet fabric. Digging her fingertips against the woman’s cunt, I-no continued her assault. One hand groped her large breast, now hanging freely. “You’re such a little potty pants.” she teased, leaning forward and nibbling on her ear. “And you’re always going to be a little potty pants~” she continued, licking her ear as she worked her fingers through the fabric of her wraps and finding her target. Baiken moaned even louder. “I’m not… I’m not…” she whined, panting as I-no thrust her fingers deep inside her. Anything else she was going to say was lost in a surge of pleasure. She slumped against the restraints, quivering as I-no played with her chest and fingered her. “Tell me how good it feels, how you just love being a little potty pants~” I-no teased, digging her nails into the woman’s breast. Baiken shook her head, a tendril of drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth. “You’ll admit it soon enough~” I-no whispered ominously. Her hand left the woman’s more than generous chest, finding a new target. Baiken shuddered, arching her back. It felt like she’d just sat in warm, thick, mud. The paste squished up her bottom, filling the space between her cheeks as I-no pressed her palm against her, flattening the bulge. “Just tell me you love it, and I’ll take you to heaven.” I-no whispered, groping the woman’s soiled bottom and squelching the barely contained mess within. “N...no I… oh… nnnng” she moaned again, pressing her forehead against I-no’s shoulder. “Oh fuck…. Fuck…” she growled, her hips rocking with every thrust of I-no’s hand. “That’s right, you’re my little potty pants, you’re my little potty pants~” Baiken snapped awake with a start, a cold sweat matting the hair to her forehead. “You’re my little potty pants~” she heard. Ice water flooded her veins. I-no, the viper, was coiled around her. Her hand was as it had been in the dream, kneading her large chest. Digging her fingers into her fleshy breasts, the sensation hurt, but it felt so good. I-no’s other hand was buried down the front of her pissy diaper, fingers thrusting deep inside her. All of a sudden it hit her; an overwhelming, mind shattering climax. She slumped over in the bed, arching her back as she writhed around. How long had it been since the last time… she couldn’t even remember. She opened her mouth to speak, to protest, to say anything, but all that came out was a jumbled mess of grunts, moans, and gasps. She could feel everything; the sodden padding of her night time diaper, the mushed load in the seat, the wet sheets she’d leaked into. All of it coming together as part of her first sexual release in quite a while. I-no purred in her ear, “Such a good girl~” Baiken lay helpless on the bed, her chest heaving with each passionate breath. I-no withdrew her hand from the woman’s diaper with a crude, wet noise. “I’ll tell Faust he has a very messy girl who needs changing~” she cooed, sauntering away from the woman before she could recover. Shutting the door behind her, she disappeared back into the night, leaving Baiken to wonder if she was still dreaming. An aftershock of pleasure rippled through her body, coaxing another moan from her lips. She couldn’t resist pressing her hand against the front of her diaper, moaning at the hot sensation provided by the urine soaked padding. “Oh… oh fuck…” she moaned under her breath before letting her hand fall away, revolted with herself. With I-no dealt with she lay there, frozen in the afterglow of the experience. What had just transpired…. That pervert! Baiken couldn’t believe that she’d actually cum. She gnashed her teeth with irritation; tomorrow she was going to make her pay. “Pervert, demon!” she shouted, sitting up with a wet squelch and feeling the mush squish against her. It oozed noticeably from the cuffs of the diaper. She pouted angrily until Faust showed up as I-no promised with a fresh diaper and a change of sheets. After that eventful rousing she managed to eke out a few more hours of sleep. Once again she woke to a sodden diaper and, fortunately, no I-no in sight. Staring up at the ceiling, she couldn’t even be sure it had happened. Maybe it had all been a disgusting, perverse dream… but it felt real. She shut her eyes and let herself fall back into the mattress. Baiken knew it wasn’t a dream, but she hoped it had been. At least this diaper hadn’t leaked; small victory… Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed she slowly pulled herself up. It was an almost pleasant sensation; the sodden diaper hanging between her hips, squishing warmly against her thighs. Leaving her room, kimono loosely hanging around her shoulders, she wandered off to find Faust for a diaper change. She must have wet recently. Taking a moment to press her fingers into the gel-like material between her legs she gauged the wetness… soaked. Of course she was soaked. Baiken cursed under her breath; why was she even bothering… A faint grumble from her stomach brought a grimace to her face. She needed to relieve herself like normal. Why bother holding it… she huffed and squatted in the middle of the hallway. Spreading her thighs wide she gave a quiet grunt, and with the faintest of effort a heavy, mushy weight filled the back of her diaper. The physical relief was fantastic, but moments after doing her dirty deed the proud woman was filled with shame. What was she thinking!? What kind of samurai willingly just messed herself like that? She slowly stood, chastising herself as she pressed her hand against the sagging bulge in the seat of her already soaked diaper. “uhg...” she moaned, a disgusted tone in her voice. She began the loaded walk of shame to go find Dr. Faust; hopefully I-no could be avoided. If she found her wandering the halls in a full diaper who knows what lewd things she might try. Fortunately, I-no was nowhere to be found. “Hopefully she died in her sleep.” Baiken said with a sneer. Walking into the changing room gave Baiken her answer. On the table lay I-no, a visibly soiled diaper taped around her hips. Faust looked up from his work, about to tear the tapes open. “Welcome, Ms. Baiken. I-no, you can change your own diaper. I’m going to assist Baiken with her diaper.” he said moving over to the second changing table, patting the top. I-no narrowed her eyes and huffed, clearly desiring the attention. “That’s not fair, I was here first!” she pouted playfully. “She has a genuine need of my services!” he countered sharply. Baiken could only think of the intentional mess she made as she waddled over to the changing table. “Alright, just get me cleaned up.” she growled, carefully lowering herself onto the table. “A “please” would be appreciated for all my hard work!” he said with faux indignation as he set to work. Once again, he did the task she had grown all too accustomed to. Baiken pouted on the table, folding her arm over her chest proudly while Faust toiled over the dirty work. “Oh goodness, look at how messy you are, Baiken~” I-no cooed, having rolled onto her side so she could watch the proceedings unfold. “I’m jealous, I want to change her again!” she huffed. Faust bent over backwards, staring at the woman. “Ms. Baiken has clearly expressed her distaste for that, and I can’t say that I blame her!” he said, rejecting her request. Baiken breathed a sigh of relief when Faust denied I-no another chance to be lewd with her… Wipe by wipe she slowly felt her backside become clean. One advantage to having squatted and deliberately soiled herself was that it hadn’t squished all over her skin. With minimal fuss, a fresh diaper was placed under her muscular hips, and a rain of powder signified the end of her change before he taped the diaper shut. “All done, but if you wouldn’t mind, please wait until I-no is finished with her change.” he asked politely. Baiken frowned; she wanted nothing to do with that witch! “Must I?” she growled. “You must!” Faust responded enthusiastically. I-no had hopped up from the table, apparently having changed herself already. “Oh, I’m done~” she said, with a wink directed towards Baiken. “It’s a shame I didn’t have your strong hands helping me, Baiken~” she flirted. Dr. Faust rubbed the bag covering his head in frustration. “What on earth am I going to do with you two...” he said with a sigh. “Don’t lump me in with her!” Baiken protested. I-no giggled like a schoolgirl. “I don’t know, you make plenty of lumps yourself~” she teased. Baiken’s cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. “Shut up!” she hissed angrily. “Calm yourselves! I won’t tolerate fighting!” he cried, standing between them. “I have a task for you both before class today.” Baiken blinked. “I’m listening….” she said cautiously. “Yes, a wonderful task!” Faust concluded with more excitement than necessary. “One of great importance as well.” he added. Baiken was skeptical, while I-no simply looked amused. “I don’t know how you expect me to accomplish anything with this pervert hounding me.” Baiken growled, shooting a glare at I-no. “Consider it a test! Yes, a test…of teamwork!” he improvised. “I’ve been running low on medical supplies. One of my distributors had their last shipment intercepted. Critical that I have it! It was another order of your protective garments.” Baiken twitched in irritation while I-no’s eyes shone with glee. My contact said the bandits were…Oh, where were they?” he asked, scratching his head. Opening his jacket he pulled out a map, slamming it down on the table. “Ahh, yes.” he paused, pointing his finger to a small set of caves. “Here. Not too far, only a couple miles from town.” Surely the monster of a man could handle it himself, but Baiken licked her lips. Finally, the chance for violence, enough to sate her desire to unleash her frustration. No more splitting logs in the courtyard. “Oh, and before I forget, here’s your sword.” he said, rummaging around in his coat before retrieving the finely crafted blade. “and here’s your guitar.” he said, repeating the process, this time retrieving I-no’s deadly teal guitar, handing each of them their respective weapons. “Probably best that you’re out today; I have a new client.” he said dismissively. I-no’s eyes glittered for a moment, Baiken just shrugged. “and before I forget a second time….” he chuckled as he handed Baiken her satchel. “I packed you both a diaper bag with plenty of spares.” “Ohhh, how thoughtful~” I-no said graciously, Baiken simply scoffed. “Have some food, and off you go.” he said, gesturing to the door, shooing them away. I-no ran her fingers up the fretboard briefly playing a fast scale. Baiken pulled the sword part way from its sheath, letting it slide back in when she was satisfied. No sooner had they left the room, Faust’s full nine-foot form loomed menacingly behind them. His paper bag looked even more ominous than usual. “and no fighting between you two. I’ll know.” he promised ominously. Both women felt a dribble of urine spurt into their padding. Baiken couldn’t be more eager to get out. I-no simply tagged along behind her, every so often making flirtatious advances which Baiken quickly shot down. The walk had taken its toll on Baiken’s diaper. After the hour and a half long trek she could start to feel a rash forming; the result of multiple accidents of varying severity. A gentle breeze had wafted through a nearby field of flowers, carrying with it a heavy dusting of pollen. The resulting sneezing fit had left the pink- haired woman gushing piss into her diaper with every convulsion. The very same breeze had knocked loose a boulder from a nearby cliffside, and the thunderous crash of falling rocks nearby had caused her to lose all bladder control, noisily flooding her diaper in front of I-no, who simply watched with a predatory smile. The sudden noises had also coaxed a small muddy lump into her diaper as well. Later, a deer had sprung into the path, once again startling the woman; the lump in her diaper swelled considerably after that. The final indignity occurred when, passing by a glassy pond, she caught a glimpse of her own reflection. Thinking it an ambush, she emptied the rest of her bowels in fright. “They’re just beyond that tree line.” I-no mused, peering out from behind a thick oak. “I think we should change before attacking.” I-no announced. Baiken frowned “I’m fine.” she lied. I-no folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. “No you’re not, I can smell your dirty diaper from here~!” she teased. ”If it was anyone but you, I would.” she growled. I-no simply shrugged “we have a mission to complete.” she continued. “No funny business, I promise~” she said with a smirk. Baiken shifted from foot to foot, judging the state of her diaper.” “Fine”, she acquiesced. “I don’t hear anyone around, just… get it over with quickly.” Baiken growled, quickly lowering herself onto the ground. An errant branch caught the cuff of her kimono, pulling open the top as she lowered herself. With a surprised yelp she felt her buxom chest pop out of her clothing, giving I-no quite the sight. “Oh my, and I thought you didn’t want any funny business~” I-no teased as she rummaged in Baiken’s satchel, retrieving the supplies and a fresh diaper for the woman. As she lay there she could see under I-no’s short crimson skirt. The diaper she’d changed into was clearly wet, yellowed between her legs. “You’re wet too!” Baiken exclaimed. The black haired woman snickered. “I know that, I’ve been piddling into my diaper the whole way.” she said with a moan, “Keeping it nice and warm.” she continued before cleaning up after the incontinent woman. “Pervert.” Baiken accused. I-no simply smirked. “Better a pervert than a grown woman who can’t hold her water~” she countered. Baiken mumbled something unintelligible under her breath before going quiet. With her and I-no both changed they were ready. “Fortissimo~” I-no shouted as she practically flew into battle riding her teal guitar. Deafening music poured forth as she plunged forward without a second thought. Baiken sprinted after her, cursing under her breath. Leaping into battle, her sword leapt from its sheath, running a charging robber through with a spray of blood. Disorganized, unprepared, outmatched. They hardly stood a chance against the two women. I-no’s less than traditional method of combat and Baiken’s superior swordsmanship cut through the bandits in no time flat. A few close calls had left Baiken’s diaper moist between her legs. “What’s that ruckus all about!?” a large figure emerged from the cave, shouting in surprise. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” he roared, stomping towards I-no. Unlike his grunts it seemed he’d provide more of a challenge. “What do you think we’re doing!” Baiken shot back, equally bad tempered. He hefted a large axe in his hands and swung it square at I-no’s neck. She ducked, her tall hat narrowly avoiding being cleaved in half by the blow. Sliding forward, her hands glowed with the magic of sound as she moved to strike. Before she could counterattack the butt of the axe sent her flying back into a nearby tree. Rubbing her head she adjusted her hat, glowering at the man who was laughing at the sight of her skirt having ridden up. Her anger subsided into a moan of pleasure as she felt her padding growing sodden between her legs. A genuine moment of fright. She shuddered with enjoyment, pressing her hand against the yellowed garment and squishing it against her flesh. “Oooh~” she moaned, if only this were the time for such things. Baiken quickly closed the distance, hurling her chain hook at him. He caught the hook with the handle of his axe, catching her off guard with the maneuver. Baiken yelped in surprise as she stumbled forward. His fist caught her in the gut with a heavy whump. The painful immpact drove the breath from her lungs and left her diaper heavy around her hips. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was dimly aware of a poopy mess pressing against her cheeks and an uncontrollable stream of piss gushing into her diaper. He wrinkled his nose as the smell immediately assaulted his senses. “Uhg, disgusting little brat!” he spat as she hunched over in front of him clutching her stomach. She grunted in pain, trembling as she forced another squishy lump into her diaper. He swung his fist again, though this time she narrowly managed to avoid it. Stumbling backwards, her kimono caught on a branch, sending her falling onto her bottom with a loud squelch. Baiken retched in disgust, feeling the warm mush rising up her bottom and threatening to spill out over the top of the waistband. Perhaps even worse was the guffawing from the bandit leader as he got a good look at the thick, well used diaper around her hips. “You, wearing diapers?” he laughed again, spitting on the ground. “Those supplies must have been for a pissy little girl like you then.” he growled, advancing on her. Her cheeks were crimson with embarrassment. A crescendo of noise exploded as I-no reappeared behind him, cracking the man over the back of the head. He staggered forward, dazed from the strike, and Baiken was on her feet in a flash. The tip of her blade erupted from his back with a spray of blood. He twitched for a moment as the life disappeared from his eyes before collapsing to the ground. Baiken whipped the blood from her blade placing it back in her sheath glaring at I-no. Grabbing the woman by the neck, she shoved her back against a tree. The distracted glow she’d been encompassed by whilst enjoying the feelings of her soggy diaper disappeared as the pink haired woman assailed her. She squirmed, choking for breath as Baiken’s fingers dug deeper into the flesh of her neck. “I should kill you for what you did to me.” she spat, squeezing a little harder. I-no flailed frantically. She wheezed, desperately trying to inhale. There was a familiar noise, Baiken could hear it. A wet crackling, popping, squishing noise. The raven-haired woman was soiling herself. This was a genuine accident in her diaper; there wasn’t any acting here. Baiken smirked, satisfied with herself. Relinquishing her grip she let I-no fall to her knees as she inhaled deeply. The glimpse of terror on her face had been a satisfying revenge. “Come on, let’s get the supplies and go.” she growled, marching towards the cave. From behind her she could hear I-no moaning loudly, the crinkling of a wet diaper being rubbed audible. “Ooooh, such a dirty girl. You made me poop my diaper~” she cried lustfully. Baiken twitched with irritation at her enjoyment of the situation. “Just get over here!” she snapped. I-no giggled seductively as she moved to assist the pink-haired woman, unable to resist making comments about the state of their dirty diapers. It was a long trek back, and with all the supplies it was slow going. Baiken refused to let I-no change her diaper, and I-no didn’t *want* to change out of her diaper, which made things even slower. By the time the pair had returned to Faust’s compound they’d completely missed class, which earned them a reprimand. Still, Faust was grateful that they had retrieved the supplies, late as they were. The reward was a long overdue change for them both. I-no considered it more of a punishment however. Baiken’s thighs were smeared brown, and having wet at least twice more on the walk home the sodden garment was far past its capacity. A warm bath was waiting in her future! Baiken excused herself, walking quickly to the bathroom where she could run herself a steaming hot bath. It felt good not to be confined in a diaper for the first time in a few days. Tossing her kimono aside, she slowly lowered herself into the water with a moan of relief. All her troubles seemed to melt away in the scalding water. She shut her eye, the steam making her sleepy. Sleep came unintentionally as she lounged in the tub. The sound of the door opening roused her with a start. The water between her legs yellowed for a moment as she looked up in surprise. A woman with lengthy blond hair stepped into the room, freezing when she saw Baiken in the tub. She stared for a moment, a nearly imperceptible blush coloring her cheeks. “…Sorry.” she murmured before Baiken growled at her. “Out… now.” she snapped. From her low position in the tub she could see up the intruders skirt. The leggings hid little. She too was wearing... something. The gusset appeared slightly swollen. It wasn't one of the comically large diapers Baiken was made to wear, but it wasn't panties. She left as suddenly as she appeared, and once more Baiken was left to her thoughts. Some hours later, Baiken finally returned to her room. A fresh diaper waited for her on her bed. She sneered at it. What a mockery, she’d dealt with that bandit just fine. Things would have gone even better if I-no hadn’t charged in without a thought! She grabbed it and hurled the garment across the room with a huff. Unfolding midair, it hit the wall with a gentle crinkle; not at all satisfying. Reminiscing on the past couple of days she found herself growing angrier and angrier. “What a joke!” she growled, knowing what she had to do. I-no had clearly snapped, and would be no help in finding That Man. This was all just a superfluous distraction; she would deal with her problems her way! Using her sword, she cut a long strip of cloth from the bed sheets, wrapping it tightly around her hips. “Much better.” she said proudly as she gathered her belongings. Escape was a simple matter. Out the window, slide down the roofing tiles and… she paused on the edge of the roof. Her ears twitched. Faint moans echoed through the thin walls. It must have been coming from I-no’s room… that perverted witch. She bit her lip, reminded of the feeling of I-no’s hand plunged down the front of her diaper. It made her knees go weak for a moment. No… she wasn’t a perverted wretch like her! She jumped from the edge of the roof, landing softly. Gravity worked against her, causing a spurt to dampen her makeshift undergarments. Setting out into the night, she vowed that she would improve without Faust’s help, even as a glittering rivulet ran down her thigh. She’d show him and that witch and whoever that blonde woman was!
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    Sensei-Noname... but with basic shading

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    I don't know when I'll be able to finish it sadly but I might take a break and return to "The girlfriend of Miyuki Izumi"
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    A Royal Tea with foreign dignitaries can be hard on a girl's bladder! Unfortunately, there seems to be no such thing as a "quick little pee break" when you're queen: If that chamber pot fills up before she gets to use it, she'll have to sit back down at the table and endure several more torturous hours of sipping on everyone's favorite diuretic! (She couldn't risk looking impure by spending so much time away from the table waiting for her maids to empty it, you see.) 😉 The second request I've done for @DerivativeWings! You can check out my request thread here and make one of your own, if you like!
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  18. **hi everyone. So I have started a line waiting story and really like it. Chapter one will be posted soon but here’s the synopsis: Natalia gets up from the dinner table with a bladder ready to explode! As she approaches the bathroom in her aunts house, her cousin Jasper is washing his hands, saying he’ll only be a moment. The sight of running water not only tortures Natalia, but other girls (and a couple guys) from the neighborhood party who make their way to the bathroom only to have their bladders ache in line from seeing the faucet run. Who will make it? Can Natalia hold it? Who will face epic shame and humiliation walking back into a party with soaked pants? Get ready! 100% fiction
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    This might be the greatest JAV I've seen in years, it checks all my boxes. Women in various outfits wait with others in a doctors office. They are clearly desperate and after waiting too long they have accidents with onlookers staring. Several of the shorter clips (I've only watched two, it was all I could stand before, well you know) include the walk of shame down the street in wet things. This reminds me of my own doctor's office desperate waits and planned and unplanned accidents: Anyhow, this is going to keep me very happy for the next long while. I love these!!!!!!! Enjoy, Rach

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    Ladies in short, tight skirts eventually squirt while trying to resist a remote control vibrator inserted into them while riding the bus. The ladies are relentlessly stimulated by the remote control vibe, but do their best to maintain some composure among the other bus riders. Part 1 is one of the best scenes I have ever seen in a JAV. Enjoy!

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  22. View File NHDTA-684: Remote Control Vibrator Wettings on City Bus Ladies in short, tight skirts eventually squirt while trying to resist a remote control vibrator inserted into them while riding the bus. The ladies are relentlessly stimulated by the remote control vibe, but do their best to maintain some composure among the other bus riders. Part 1 is one of the best scenes I have ever seen in a JAV. Enjoy! Submitter femdesp Submitted 03/10/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing Skirt  
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    Ladies desperate to pee pop a squat in a building walkway. Just as they finish and start to clean up, they are caught them with their panties down and hurry to escape the humiliating scenario. There are some very nice clips in this video that I hope everyone enjoys. Screenshots are in the order the ladies appear in the video. Highlight (in my opinion): The woman in the yellow dress shows off her sexy legs while removing her panties and delivers one of the best streams of the entire video. JAV video code is included in the main screenshot.

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  24. View File Ladies Caught Peeing in Walkway Ladies desperate to pee pop a squat in a building walkway. Just as they finish and start to clean up, they are caught them with their panties down and hurry to escape the humiliating scenario. There are some very nice clips in this video that I hope everyone enjoys. Screenshots are in the order the ladies appear in the video. Highlight (in my opinion): The woman in the yellow dress shows off her sexy legs while removing her panties and delivers one of the best streams of the entire video. JAV video code is included in the main screenshot. Submitter femdesp Submitted 03/10/2019 Category Desperation Clothing Skirt