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  1. View File (Almost made it) Long hair Man pees his khakis in from of the toilet (with masturbation) I need to pee and finally reach the toilet, but when I reach down to lift up the toilet seat I loose control and flood my khaki pants. I then masturbate Submitter pp_pant Submitted 02/16/2024 Category Male  
  2. 45 downloads

    As I fill up the bathtub I become desperate to pee. I decide to pee into the bathtub, which makes me horny. As a result I masturbate until I cum into the bathtub.
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  3. View File Fill it Quicker - Desperate piss and cum in bathtub As I fill up the bathtub I become desperate to pee. I decide to pee into the bathtub, which makes me horny. As a result I masturbate until I cum into the bathtub. Submitter pp_pant Submitted 01/08/2024 Category Male  
  4. 1,765 downloads

    Finally able to contribute something. I found some of these on other sites while looking for more of Mystie Mae's content since her MV store is no longer up. A lot of JOI content but a few pee clips I had only seen private thisvid screenshots of. Accidentally Peeing Twice: Mystie tries on some outfits before going out and says she has to pee, she has two accidents and you watch her change (NUDITY) Pee Demo: Mystie records an "educational" video demonstrating different positions (NUDITY) Pee With Me: A POV clip where Mystie speaks to the camera and has a "holding contest" where she encourages you to wet, she gives JOI afterwards with a countdown Pee obsessed: Mystie gives you instructions for peeing into a fleshlight and playing with it (pouring on yourself, drinking it) while giving JOI. She doesn't pee in the video. Pee and Play: Mystie plays with herself and pees into panties at the end (NUDITY) I think there's a few more that aren't reposts if I find them I'll update the files
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  5. View File Mystie Mae finds Finally able to contribute something. I found some of these on other sites while looking for more of Mystie Mae's content since her MV store is no longer up. A lot of JOI content but a few pee clips I had only seen private thisvid screenshots of. Accidentally Peeing Twice: Mystie tries on some outfits before going out and says she has to pee, she has two accidents and you watch her change (NUDITY) Pee Demo: Mystie records an "educational" video demonstrating different positions (NUDITY) Pee With Me: A POV clip where Mystie speaks to the camera and has a "holding contest" where she encourages you to wet, she gives JOI afterwards with a countdown Pee obsessed: Mystie gives you instructions for peeing into a fleshlight and playing with it (pouring on yourself, drinking it) while giving JOI. She doesn't pee in the video. Pee and Play: Mystie plays with herself and pees into panties at the end (NUDITY) I think there's a few more that aren't reposts if I find them I'll update the files Submitter ipointorbit Submitted 08/13/2023 Category Female  
  6. melikai

    female Made to pee

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    My grey cotton panties are soaked, I'm sitting in a puddle of my pee but that's not enough. Now cum. Includes: Pee Desperation, Fingering, Panty Wetting, Panty Fetish, Panty Stuffing (In Mouth), Gagged, Asian, Wet & Messy
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    Please enjoy the content I share, and feel free to leave and positive feedback Much Love
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  8. View File Couples goals Please enjoy the content I share, and feel free to leave and positive feedback Much Love Submitter Omo buzz Submitted 02/12/2023 Category Female  
  9. View File Made to pee My grey cotton panties are soaked, I'm sitting in a puddle of my pee but that's not enough. Now cum. Includes: Pee Desperation, Fingering, Panty Wetting, Panty Fetish, Panty Stuffing (In Mouth), Gagged, Asian, Wet & Messy Submitter melikai Submitted 05/29/2022 Category Female  
  10. Fugos witnesses: (Fugo pisses himself. Abbacchio and Narancia have very different reactions) (Nobody dies AU because I'm a baby. For time reference, Narancia is 20, Fugo is 18, and Abbacchio is 24 in this) Some things never change. Abbacchio smiled to himself as he observed the younger boys before him. Fugo was assisting Narancia as he flied taxes for the first time, but as time went on, Abbacchio began to notice something. Fugo was really focused. It seemed that, perhaps, he was too focused. As he watched the boy, he began to pick up on strange behaviors. Every so often, Fugo would straighten his posture and shift weight from foot to foot as if he were getting impatient with assisting the older boy, however, Abbacchio knew this wasn't the case. Fugo was awful at hiding frustration and anger. If he was annoyed with Narancia, he would be making that very clear. It had to be something else. He paid closer attention. In doing this, he was able to pick up on the fact that Fugo's breath was really uneven, often huffing and gasping softly. It was also noticed that his hands kept grabbing at his knees. Abbacchio recognized these behaviors. There was no doubt in his mind that Fugo had to piss. Abbacchio wondered if the boy was ignoring his needs on purpose, or he was really just so into helping the other that he hadn't noticed them. Either way, Abbacchio couldn't help but feel aroused by this. It was clear from his increasingly fidgety body language and small, yet telling grunts, that Fugo was aching to go. From what Abbacchio could remember, Fugo had last had something to drink no less than 7 hours ago, after which, he hadn't gone to the bathroom since. He was definitely at full capacity by now. Abbacchio bit his lip and slowly removed his hard-on from his clothing, thanking the world that the two boys were to busy to notice and that table concealed his dirty actions as he begun to pump himself rather lovingly... Fugo gulped. He was using every ounce of his strength to remain composed, keep focused, and pinch the tiny muscles that held back the immense fluid pressure. He was utterly desperate, to let go and it felt like any wrong move would or easing of muscles would trigger release he would be unable to stop. God, he really wanted to leave and chase relief, but he really didn't think he could walk now. Just one wrong step and he would endure humiliation. What could he do? He began to panic internally. The only way out of this was to wait until the others left the rooms to make an attempt to go, which was almost certain to fail and lead to a mess he'd have to rush to clean, or try now and risk humiliation trying to save himself the exhaustion of holding it for...well...however long that would be. Abbacchio picked up on this desperation and decided right then that he wouldn't leave this room until Fugo's predicament reached it's climax. He held a hand over his mouth to keep himself from moaning as he fully indulged himself. His heart was racing from the adrenaline rush of earnestly masturbating right in front of two of his best friends. It just felt so good...He gritted his teeth and picked up the pace, beginning to sweat. Fugo was so close to losing control. His panic was palpable. Abbacchio gave himself a playful tug as Fugo's fist slammed onto the table, his other hand shooting between his legs as he groaned loudly. Narancia took notice and covered his mouth as urine burst from between Fugo's legs, spraying harshly in several directions as he failed to stop or even slow its forceful exit. Fugo looked to the floor and trembled as a particularly sensual moan escaped him. The relief was intense. Narancia stood up and wrapped an arm around Fugo, slowly guiding him to sit down as the flow continued, apologizing and encouraging him to just keep letting it out, muttering comforting phrases as Fugo sniffled and began to cry, his face burning with shame. The whole scene drove Abbacchio mad as he grew closer to orgasm, accidentally moaning loud enough to draw Narancia's attention. He froze as he locked eyes with the boy, face flushed and unable to hide what he'd been doing. He simply mouthed, "I'm sorry." Narancia frowned, cringed, and shook his head before rushing Fugo out of the room, drops of urine trailing behind them. Abbacchio bit his lip and quietly finished himself off. It felt amazing. Pity for Rohan: (Rohan gets scared out of his mind and pisses himself. Someone unexpected helps him out) (This is actually lightly inspired by real events in which I was stuck outside at night in the cold rain and scared half to death. lol) It was growing dark and cold outside, rain and wind eliciting shivers from Rohan as he made his way along the street, clutching a bag as if his life depended on it. This was yet another one of his unusual escapades to be utilized in making his manga realistic. He was doing his best to induce fear and vulnerability in himself. It was working quite well. He wouldn't dream of admitting it, but Rohan was still terribly afraid of the dark. His heart raced as he instinctively searched the area for any threats. He could barely make out any details through the rain. He wanted to go home. He was tired, hungry, miserable, and in dire need of a restroom, but he was committed. He couldn't turn his back now. Pressing against a wall, he allowed himself to cry. this went on for a little while before he gathered himself and continued on his walk. It was eerily quiet now. Even the wind and rain were merely a light ambience paired with his footsteps. Rohan's stomach churned with dread and he started to dearly regret doing this. His heart was pounding, fear fully overcoming his mind as he began to unconsciously whimper. It was then that he began to hear a second pair of footsteps coming from behind him. He froze, his blood chilling as the steps grew closer. Suddenly, a voice called out to him with a short, "hello, " causing his heartrate to spike as he nearly shrieked. Turning to face the voice, he stumbled and fell to the ground, shutting his eyes in the process. That's when he lost it. "No! No no no!" Rohan yelped. Despite his efforts to pinch his legs and hold back, his bladder began to empty itself, soaking his pants and blending with the fallen rain beneath him. He trembled and sobbed as he opened his eyes and recognized the man in front of him, "I'm so sorry you had to see that! I...I've never been this humiliated!" Rohan pulled his knees to his chest and half-berried his face in them, tightly grabbing at himself through his pants to stop the flow prematurely. Tonio approached cautiously, not wanting to upset Rohan any further, as he was clearly at his most vulnerable. He waited for Rohan to look into his eyes before extending a helping hand. The gesture was hesitantly accepted, and Rohan was lifted from the ground, one hand still glued between his legs as he struggled to hold in the rest, whimpering desperately through gritted teeth. Tonio gave a pitiful look. "Hey...It's alright if you need to let go of the rest. You're already wet and it seems to be quite painful...There's no shame in relief. I promise I won't mind." "I-if you insist..." Rohan muttered, deeply grateful for opportunity to finish urinating. He looked away and slowly removed his hand from his groin. Surely enough, the flow resumed, although stunted heavily. He grunted in frustration. Tonio nodded and positioned himself beside Rohan, gently pushing the area below his belly to coax the urine out. Rohan's breath hitched as the dam fully broke. He covered his mouth. The two watched the stream as it exited his body with urgency, neither one daring to say a word. Finally, it stopped. Rohan sighed openly. "I bet you're feeling much better now. Come with me. I'll get you a change of clothing," Tonio put an arm around Rohan to guide him inside, but was surprised when he was pulled into a hug. He held the other man close, stroking his wet hair. "Please...P-Promise not to tell anyone about all of this..." Rohan sniffled. Tonio smiled. "I wouldn't dream of it."
  11. Ok, this is the first time i’m writing in a while. I designed this to be a short project, something made in response to @Jimmy Olsen ‘s request. Hopefully it’ll get the cobwebs dislodged so I can write again. I’m going fairly tame on this all things considered. Anyway, hope you all like it. “Full week, eh.” Sarah said allowed as she read through the contract. “That’s the longest they’ve tested this on a human.” She signed her name as a smile crept across her face. Her hand shook in excitement. She thought, knew, she was lucky. One of the first people to test the Valhalla System out for this long. Far from a bad way to spend a spring break for a game dev major. They even got the beta for a MMO launch title ready for it. She finished filling out her waiver before dropping it off at the front desk and heading back to the room they had set aside her her and a couple other female participants. She looked over seeing two other young women laid down in cushioned beds with visored helmets over their heads. “Damnit, they must have got in before me! I was hoping I’d be the first in, guess that’s what happens when you sleep in.” She grumbled. She stepped behind a changing curtain and stopped her clothes off before changing into a hospital gown with a series of monitors built in, which she reasoned where there to measure vitals. She looked down and cringed as she saw the last thing she needed to put on. She lifted up the bulky white underwear they had provided for her. “Uggg, I know we’ll be under for a while but was this reeeealy necessary? I hope this sensory overwriting works because if I have to feel this between my legs for a week I’ll be pissed.” She chucked her a second as the last word left her mouth. “Literally.” She slid the protective undergarment up her narrow legs up to her butt and pulled the tapes on the sides tight. She let out a annoyed exaltation and walked through the curtain, not bothering to push it aside with her hands. She reclined on the open bed and set the mounted helmet on her head before pressing a button and allowing her body to go limp. She felt a tingling sensation crawl across her body, moving from her toes to the base of her spine and moving from her extremities to the base of her neck. She felt her body going numb as the visor lit up with a pattern of lights displaying a boot up message. Before she could open her mouth, she felt her body drift into what felt like a deep sleep. Once her eyes adjusted, she found herself floating in a black void with a monitor in front of her. “Wow, they weren’t kidding, that was fucking crazy.” She said out loud. She looked at the screen in front of her, examining the information coming into view. Character creation Gender: 🚺 Skin Color: 3 Hair Color: Auburn 12 Physique Settings She looked the character over, it was all in all pretty similar to her. Same pale white skin, same reddish hair, almost identical body proportions, somewhat to her dismay as she usually likes to add a few inches in hight and tone down her waist line. “Looks like our avatars default to looking like we do. Well, time to change that.” She reached over to the top gender slider to swipe it over, only to be greeted with a error message. ”Option disabled during testing phase to avoid bio-synchronicity issues.” ”Bull!” She said with a pout. She made a habit of playing as men in most multiplayer games to avoid some past annoyances related to playing a female avatar, mostly people looking for a internet girlfriend or take the meme of no women existing on the Internet too seriously. “Well, might as well tweak the rest then.” She adjusted her hair color to the most anime shade of cobalt blue available before moving down to body proportions, starting with increasing her height. ”Option disabled during testing phase to avoid-“ ”Oh not this crap again, is there anything I can change!” She moved down through the various sliders, reducing her weight, increasing her tit size to its maximum, and setting as many other sliders to 69 as she possibly could, resulting in a comical monstrosity. “Nice. But really this might get kinda annoying to play as for a week… But I would get a lot of retweets if I play as a 6ix9ine for a week…” She pondered the mater for another few minutes before continuing. “Do it for the memes.” She mumbled before hitting continue. The screen transitioned to a full body shot in a neutral lighting and room with a message displayed before. ”Is this right?” She looked below to a option to make last minute alterations. “On second thought, I can’t post screenshots, no one would believe me. And my back hurts just looking at that… Sorry Twitter, no memes today.” She hit the button below her avatar which brought her a second smaller customizations screen. She hit the button to restore to default, causing it to revert to a black haired girl with a long ponytail. “What the heck?” She looked through the settings to see it had reverted to a different stock character, one that had been used in test footage. She checked the hight, 6’1”, a full 6 inches taller than her. A smile crept across her face. “A glitch me thinks, that’s what happens when you hire a Bethesda programmer.” She looked up to the gender slider again. She hit the button, causing her avatar to swap to a similarly proportioned man. She then her the back button, causing it to revert to the original character creation screen, this time with hight and gender locked in relation to the default male character. ”Well, isn’t this a surprise. We are suppose to find glitches after all, and this is too good a opportunity to pass up.” She worked through the various sliders, remaking her usual MMO avatar, a old OC by the name of Loptyr, a tall blue haired husbando with a swimmers body, scars on his chest, and a massive… Her eyes went wide when she got to the bottom to see a option marked “developer locked settings” She curiously clicked on it to see a list of sliders marked with null values showing a warning marked “invalid data source”. She scrolled through them. “Penis length, width, testicle… why do they need this? It’s probably something that’s supposed to pull off the vitals for the user, probably available because they can’t pull a valid value for them off me. Better set these to default… except this. If i’m gonna to playing a guy, might as well be packing heat. Set that too max.” She hit continue twice, causing the screen to vanish and her body to light up before she blacked out again. She came too leaning on the back of a cart in a wintery landscape. “Hey, you. You’re finally awake.” ”Oh fuck this!” She shouted at the top of her lungs before standing up and falling out of the cart. She smashed a dialog box floating in front of her titled skip tutorial. “Fuck you Tod, and fuck these Skyrim references!” She suddenly found her body flickering in light before being teleported and stumbling into the street. “I’m making note of gross meme necrophilia in my…” her voice trailed off as she looked around. The mountainous winter backdrop from before had been replaced by a shoreside town flanked by a expansive plane and a towering mountain. “Wow, this really does look better than the trailers.” She walked towards a tavern nearby, her balance being slightly thrown off by her new hight and distribution of weight. She stumbled through the tavern doors and sat down. The table had a paper menu sitting near her seat with a ordering UI built in. She ran her finger across it, trying to figure out how to place a order. “How does this work?” She thought to herself. ”You need to bring up the item management UI, then you can interact with hidden UIs in items.” Sarah looked up to see a busty short girl with long black hair, dressed in a set of simple armor that was obvious low level but markedly better than the starting gear everyone else has. “It’s a bit unintuitive, but you get the hang of it.” ”Oh right, the HUD, I knew that.” She swiped her finger to the side, expecting a display to appear. The girl across from her mover the thumb and two front fingers of her left hand into a Y and turned it clockwise. Sarah mimicked the motion, causing a interface to appear in from of her. “Thanks, I-“ ”Skipped the tutorial.” Interrupted the other girl. “You and everyone else, it’s annoying but pretty important.” She extended her hand in a handshake. “You can call me Eeve. What’s your name?” ”Oh it’s… Loptyr.” Sarah said, surprised that the UI didn’t show their user names. “Thanks for the help Eeve.” She took note of how her voice was being filtered to a slightly deeper tone, probably something to do with the settings she haphazardly adjusted before. ”No problem, I’ve been here since late last night, one of the first people to log in. So I’ve been helping people a bit.” Sarah ordered some soda and chips, surprised the starting gold she had didn’t decrease. “Huh, I would have figured they would nickel and dime us.” ”They want to test out of food and drink engine, make sure everything tastes the same for everyone. Plus the feeding tubes they added to the helmet only work when you eat or drink something in game. ”Wait, feeding tubes?” Sarah said with a grimace. ”This system wasn’t made to run this long. Some body systems can’t be overwritten that easy, eating, drinking, and… related systems are still tied to our physical body. So if you’re hungry or thirsty that means you really are.” ”I guess that makes sense.” Sarah said, thinking back to the diaper they made them wear. A NPC waitress brought her the food she ordered, along with some other beverages she clicked on absentmindedly while talking. “So, do they actually purée this food and feed it to us or…” she said while she started drinking the soda, which had a familiar and oddly realistic taste. ”No, it’s just water and a protean shake. The Valhalla overrides our sense of taste. It just can’t cover up hunger or thirst for safety reasons. They will force feed you even you get dehydrated, but tying everything to actual sensations mostly prevents that from happening.” ”Huh, in retrospect I probably should have read the brochure a bit closer.” ”That’s not included, I just know this because my dad works on the project. But it’s probably better not to talk IRL.” ”Yeah, you’re right. Hey, you’re pretty high level for this early in the game. What are the best spots for grinding?” Sarah asked, finishing her soda and starting on a apple cider. She fully intended to at least try everything she had in front of her. ”Oh, this game isn’t that grind friendly in the beta, first quest completion rewards are the fastest way to level. I’ve done every quest in the beta that they’ve turned on at least once, that’s why my level is so-“ she trailed off as her mouth hung open and her head moved around as if there was a synching issue. She coughed and hacked loudly for a few seconds. “That- that’s why you don’t cough want to cough to wait to long to drink anything! They pour a bunch of water in and cough your brain thinks it’s cough drowning!” ”Are you ok!” Sarah yelled. ”I’m fine just, just a little winded. I haven’t had time to sit down and drink anything today so the machine made me!” Eeve said with a unsettlingly calm face. ”Uhhh… that’s good.” Sarah said with a creeped out expression. ”If you want I can help you level up, I’d like to have someone else my level to team up with. You need teams to take on some trial quests.” “That sounds fun!” Sarah said with a smile, downing the last of the drinks she had from before. “Let’s get going, what’s a good starter quest?” ”You have a fire Mage’s starting kit so the water weird is a good bet.” ”Ok, let’s go!” The two of them finished their food before hopping on a pair of riding birds and running for the forest near the edge of town. They hopped off and walked once they got to the tree line. “Let’s follow the river, that leads to the pound where it lives.” Eeve said. Sarah looked around, taking in the smells of the pine trees, the look of the sun filtering through the canopy, and the sound of the brook flowing neat to them. She felt a slight uncomfortable twinge flowing from her lower stomach and a small twitch in her pants as muscles she had never felt before twitched to control the impulses flowing through her. “Yeah, that water is making its way through my system now. Man this feels weird, I’ve never felt quite like… this before. Maybe I should find a tree to square be- Shit!” She thought to herself. “How do guys even… I mean I know how they, but how do they… Ughhh I’ll just have to hold it till I get back and go in the bathroom.” She stumbled along feeling her pants pull tight as muscles she had never used or felt before twitched and pulled against the building tide, like a dam trying to hold against a shifting river. ”Are you ok?” Eeve asked. ”Huh, yeah, why do you ask?” Sarah asked nervously. ”You’re just walking weird, I was making sure everything was fine.” ”Yeah… let’s just kill this thing and head back.” Sarah said as she adjusted her posture to cover up her quickly growing discomfort. The two of them continued until they got to a lake near a loud waterfall crashing down the side of a cliff. They saw a large water snake lashing around its surroundings. “Ok, let’s go.” Eeve yelled as a massive greatsword taller than her body appeared in her hand. She charged in and slashed at the creature. Sarah produced a flaming sword in her hand and shouted a command. “Igni!” A ball of fire erupted from her hands and smashed into the aqueous monster. The battle continued back and forth for a few minutes before the serpentine river lashed out and grabbed Sarah, swimming her into the wall. She yelled out in a dulled pain before Eeve slashed the creature in two, ending it and granted the two of them a generous sum of XP. Sarah fell to the land, feeling her shirt damp from contact with the monster. “Thanks for that, my spacing was sloppy, I should have known it’s reach was that far.” ”It’s fine, let’s just get back, the dangerous stuff spawns at night and it’s getting late.” ”Ok-“ Sarah stood up as another wave of desperation flowed through her. She let out a gasp as the unusual muscles in her crotch stood to attention, trying to stop a burst to her dam. Her hands instinctively rushed for her crotch. ”Are you sure you’re ok?” Eeve asked with the first look of genuine emotion she had given all evening. ”Yeah, just… I think I need to drain my pipes is all.” Sarah said trying to stand straight and disguise her desperation. ”Oh, then just… go. I’ll turn around if you want me to-“ ”No- it’s just… I… well…” Sarah trailed off trying to think of a way to explain her situation. ”Oh… you found that glitch didn’t you, the only that bypasses the gender lock.” ”Oh, you know about that? I thought I was the only one who found it.” Sarah said with a look of embarrassment. ”Yeah, let me help, just drop your pants a little, there’s a tree right there. Eeve said printing to a tall oak she had fallen near. Sarah gulped, realizing that her hopes of holding it till she got back where nonexistent and her chance of holding it until she could get privacy were even worse. Something about playing with different equipment had scrambled her brain and made holding it much more difficult. Had she been in her normal body this would be fine, but she could feel her muscles giving in as they spoke. “Ok, just help me undo this belt, I can’t hold it much longer.” Eeve reached around and undid Sarah’s belt, dropping her pants to her knees. She helped her to the tree and turned around. “Just brace yourself against the tree and pretend i’m not here. Oh, and think of running water.” Sarah put host hands against the tree, slowing a stream to shoot from her unfamiliar virtual manhood. The stream quickly went haywire, splashing against her legs and pants. She quickly stanched the flow, causing a small pain to shoot from her new penis. “Ow, ow, why does it hurt! And how do I stop it from splashing?” ”You're suppose to hold it, hold it with your other hand and aim.” Eeve said as she looked around. ”Oh, right. Sorry.” Sarah wrapped her hand around her impressively long member and exhaled as the stream resumed, staining the side of the tree with clear urine that had been brewing inside her for the past few hours. “Ahhhhhh. Thanks. That feels so much better. Hey I know we aren’t suppose to discuss IRL but do you have a little brother or some-“ Her monologue cut off as she looked behind her to see Eeve grabbing her crotch and bouncing up and down in a familiar potty dance. “Listen can you repay the favor, this is the first time I’ve had to pee since I got here and I have no idea how this works…” She said in a pitiful whimper. “I think it’s about to come out.” Part 1/2
  12. Hello all! This is a very important story to me. Its one that i have ruminated on for months, and I finally decided it was time to put it down into words. The story is completely fictional, and its a combination of a bunch of different scenarios I came up with in my head, all wrapped up into one big story. So far I have 14-ish parts planned for the story, with three and a half of them written already. I've had more desire to finish this story than any other i've started before, so hopefully i can do that! DISCLAIMER!!! This story includes both wetting and messing, as well as sexual themes (at times). I understand messing is something that's not for everyone, so if you are not into that, no need to go ahead, because nearly every chapter will include it. As for the sex, I'm not sure how much people are into that on here as well, but it felt important to have it in the story. Wetting and messing, as well as diapers, is a sexual act in my mind, so naturally sexual acts followed suit. So, just giving fair warning. Everyone in the story is 17 or older, and its implied (AND STATED HERE) everything is consensual, in case there are any issues with that (which there wont be.) Lastly, i genuinely want people to let me know what you think! I am a writer by trade, so I am hoping my story writing has improved, or improves over the course of the story. So please, leave your thoughts, and let me know if you like it, dislike it, whatever you want. Thank you, and happy reading! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I consider myself very blessed. I have lived a mostly normal life, what is more or less successful throughout school, never got into any trouble, and have been mostly happy but entire time. I say this, because what happens over the next year of my life is something that I never thought I would deserve, but nonetheless have enjoyed more than anything else. So without further ado let me dive into the story. My name is Steve, And I have a girlfriend named Millie. Millie is 19 years old, and I am 21. Millis is 5'9, has long brown beautiful hair, and both big boobs and a big butt. The age difference is no bother, because we both met while we are in college. We've been going out for about 2 years now, and it's safe to say we are both head over heels for one another and expect to meet together for a very long time. But, it should come snow surprise that things were not always easy. And I should mention, because her mother married multiple times, it wasn't just Millie that was struggling. She also has an 18-year-old "stepsister," and a 17-year-old "stepsister". I use quotations, because since her mother married multiple guys, some already with children, so it's hard to keep track of who is whose child. The Important thing to know is, they were raised somewhat like cousins or sisters at times, and were apart at other times. But they always kept in touch, and looked out for one another. They truly love each other, and got through the worst of their childhood together. Millie comes from a very difficult background of a broken home. Her mother divorced multiple times, and moved around a bunch of times as well. Since she always stayed with her mother, she never really had a father figure in her life, And that was very difficult for her. Moreover, her mother is exactly the best role model as well. She drank, smoked, and never really cared about Millie's well-being. So, ever since Millie went off to college, she's more or less had to look out for herself and figure out things for herself. And she wasn't really any good at it either. Well she did turn out to be a mostly normal, healthy person, she was quite emotionally stunted and not really ready to take on the world. That is, until she met me. Once we first saw each other, it was like fireworks. I won't go into the details, but we knew right away that we were meant for each other. We had so many of the same interests, we love spending time together, and we just worked so well together. After a first year of dating, we moved in together. This happened for a number of reasons. One, I really had no objection to it, and it certainly was a money saver. Two, and more importantly, she really needed it. As I said was her broken home situation, moving back in with her mother wasn't an ideal option. So moving in together really was the best decision for everyone. Not long after that, we discovered that we were even more compatible than we thought. Millie's stunted emotions, made it so she... How do I put this delicately. For lack of a better term, Millie has daddy issues. And no, I don't mean she treats me like her father, or calls me daddy all the time in bed. But she looks up to me for guidance, and she looks to me to help her with a lot of things in her life. Not quite like a father/daughter relationship, but more so a big/little relationship. And more often than not, this usually manifested sexually in more ways than anywhere else. It's here where I should mention, this is a very sexual story. Because Millie has a particular kink that I absolutely love. I already mention the big/little dynamic, but it goes deeper. I'll just be blunt: Millie's stunted upbringing means she never really learned to be potty trained. Her parents never bother to train her, so eventually she had to train herself. And she didn't do a good job. So she's had plenty of accidents in her lifetime, both wet and messy. She's learned to live with it and it doesn't bother her anymore, especially since she's so careful. However, after she told me about this a few months into our relationship (when we started getting serious), I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. I immediately told her I have a fetish for girls that wet and mess themselves anywhere, any time, any how. She was so scared of telling me, but when I told her this, she just melted and smiled so big. Right then we KNEW we were made for each other. So over time, things blossomed. The big/little thing didn't happen right away. But with Millie wetting and messing herself quite often, and the sexual nature it very quickly took, Millie began looking to me for the fatherly figure she never had growing up. Obviously she didn't see me as her father, but she definitely treated me like the big to her little (at least, in bed, and in more serious times when maturity was needed). Millie was more than happy to begin wetting and messing herself to my measure. We would often be out and about or chilling at home, and she would just go. To this day, each time is still as exciting as the last. And we're still learning more about it every day. But damn, it's certainly incredible. All of this exposition is to say, that Millie and I really feel perfect for one another both emotionally, physically, and sexually. And this is a good jumping off point to take us to present day. "Good morning Steve" said Millie, as we woke up to the sound of our alarm. "Good morning Millie, how are you honey" "I'm good, did you sleep ok?" "Sure did, and you?" "Pretty much, although I did have to go in the middle of the night" she said with a bit of a pout. "Aw, did you make it to the toilet?" "No I didn't!" Said Millie, as she pulled of the covers. Underneath I saw her in just her pretty cotton panties, now almost entirely drenched with urine. Somehow, only some of it managed to soak into the bed. Although it's not like we cared, we have many sets of sheets and a mattress protector for exactly this reason. "Aw that's ok my love!" I say as I give her a kiss. "No need to worry! Besides, you know I love when you can't help yourself!" I giver her crotch a good rub, allowing myself to get hard as well. "Oh I know you do honey! If you play your cards right today, I just may have another treat for you too!" Millie said with a wink. I already knew what this meant, and I looked at her with knowing eyes. "Oh please do, you know I love treats! "Hold on there pal, let's get started on our day first! "Yes dear..." I said, feigning disappointment. As much as I would love to jump her bones right now, we both did have plenty to do today. It was a Saturday, which meant we had chores to do, errands to run, and all that good stuff. So with that we got out of bed. Millie went to rinse off and change, while I went and sat in front of the computer for a while. Before long, she was ready to go. She put on a simple t shirt and a pair of Nike running shorts. Millie is fairly active and certainly a healthy eater, so this look complemented her gorgeous slender-yet-thick frame perfectly. And with that, we headed off to the grocery store. As we were shopping, I could tell Millie really had to go. Weather she knows she does it or now, she tends to squeeze her butt cheeks together when she has to poop. And on top of that, she starts to walk a little funny. But as I said earlier, Millie doesn't always recognize when she needs to go. "Baby, it looks like you have to go poop, want to run to the bathroom?" "Do I? Huh, I guess I do. But here? Ew, the restrooms in here are nasty. I'll hold it until we get home. "Can you do that?" I say, incredulously. "Probably not!" Millie said with a devilish grin. It was here where I knew this was my prize for today, and oh boy I couldn't wait for it. Another 20 minutes went by and we were nearly done, but I could tell Millie was nearing her breaking point. Even when she knows she has to go, she can't hold it for very long. Millie and I went up to the checkout counter, and as I started loading our groceries onto the counter, she suddenly stood very still. This was also classic Millie. When she stood still, that means her need for the toilet was too much, and she was right at her breaking point. I stood up to pay for my groceries, making small talk with the cashier, when Millie suddenly grabbed my hand and stood right next to me. I didn't make any sudden moves, but I knew what was happening. She grabbed my hand and moved it to her butt, a move she knew i absolutely loved. As I put my card in the card reader to pay for our groceries, Millie let out a monster of a poo into her panties, with my hand feeling every bit of action. I immediately popped a huge boner, but it was luckily in a hidden position. Use It came out rather quick, but also rather solid (luckily, since we were in public.) It pointed straight out, tenting out her Nike shorts and growing her a tail almost 3 inches long. It was damn near impossible for me to focus, because it seemed to take a lifetime. However, the whole process only lasted a few seconds. Millie's monster poo was out of her, sitting happily between her butt cheeks. You could tell she looked flushed, but she acted it off so well. In one quick motion, she waved her hand like she was hot, took off her sweater, and tied it around her waist with no one any the wiser. I took my card, grabbed our cart, said goodbye to the cashier and walked out of the store with Millie. "Oh my GOD babe, what was that!" "Did you like that?" She said to me, beaming. "I wanted to poop for you out in public again! I know I don't do it often, and I worked up the courage to all morning! "Aw baby, why'd you do that for me?" I said. Millie thought for a second, then said: "Steve, I love you more than I ever thought possible. You've been the only good thing in my life these past few years, and I have to reward that. You've saved me! So it's only fair I give this to you." I was just about to cry from how sweet this was, until she said this: "Besides, I'm honey as all hell right now, and this massive shit is going to make for some great love making when we get home" My tears turned into a grin, and my boner nearly tore through my zipper. "Millie, I am never ever letting go of you." I said. "I know" she said. "Which is why I'll never stop being your dirty little girl!" I kissed her as we walked to the car. I placed my hand in her behind, feeling her poop tail sticking out. It was so hot, I couldn't help but give her a little squeeze. She gave a light yelp, but didn't protest: Millie loves it when I play with her when she's dirty. I loaded our groceries and got in the car. Millie sat down in the passenger seat, smashing her poop down into her underwear, up her crack and into her grundle. "Ahhhhhh" she said contentedly as she sat. "That feels so nice. I almost don't want to change out of this when I get home!" "Then don't! You know I don't mind! I can change you later if you want." "We'll see how I feel!" She said, with a smile on her face. We drove home. Millie absentmindedly played with herself a little as we went. She always was horny after she wet or messed herself. I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but it was hard! I made it a little easier on myself by placing a hand on her crotch. We drove home in absolute bliss. Once we got home, we unloaded the groceries. We were about to settle down for the afternoon, when we heard a banging at the door." "Who could that be?" I said with a start. "I don't know!" Millie said. "But you better answer it because of got shit in my pants! I tried to surprises a laugh, as Millie went to hide around the corner. I opened the door, only to see a pair of familiar faces. "Harper? Taylor? What are you two doing here?" Harper and Taylor are Millie's two step sisters. They shared the same mother, but all had different fathers. Harper is 5'8, with beautiful long brown hair, big butt and average breasts. And Taylor is a but smaller, at 5'4. She has flowing bright red hair with some auburn streaks in it, freckles all around, and a normal sized butt and boobs. When Millie heard me say their names, she burst out from her hiding spot. "Harper?? Taylor?? Oh my gosh what's going on!" Her smile quickly faded, as did mine. Harper and Taylor didn't look happy at all. As a matter of fact, I think they were crying. "Hi guys... Can we come in? Mom is gone, and we have no idea where else to go..." Said Harper. "Oh that bitch!" Millie said angrily. "She just up and left??" Seeing Millie so angry must have struck or cord, because both Harper and Taylor started tearing up again. I stepped in: "Come in, get in here! Gees of course you can be here, please sit down and tell us what happened." Harper and Taylor walked in and sat down on the couch. They looked pretty bad. Harper was dressed in a pretty old, but plain dress that came to her knees. Taylor had on a t shirt and leggings. "Oh it's horrible guys" said Harper. "We woke up this morning and the house was empty! Mom just left. All she left us was a note saying she ran off with another guy, and that she wasn't paying for the house anymore. It was pretty obvious she wasn't coming back, so we packed up as much of our stuff as we could, threw it in the car, and drove here." Millie was seething. "So help me god if I could find her and beat her ass!! I can't believe she did this..." I looked over to the girls, still looking rather forlorn. I looked to Taylor, the younger of the two girls, who hadn't said anything yet. She saw me, and took that as her que to speak up. "We didn't know where to go." She said, quietly. "We have no one else but you Millie. Will you help us?" "Yes absolutely! You can stay here as long as you like and we'll do whatev--" Millie replied. But before we she continued, I had to cut her off. "Woah woah woah. Now, of course you two can stay here as long as you like, of course you're welcome. But this isn't that easy! Taylor, you're still in highschool! We have to call and talk to somebody or the police are going to go looking for you! And Harper, you're 18, I know you graduated. But what are you gonna do? Get a job? Go to college? There's a lot of things we need to figure out here." Now, everyone looked pretty darn sad, and I feel I may have worried people a little too much. Then, quiet Taylor spoke up once more. "Fuck that!" Her cursing surprised me, although not that much considering their situation. "I hate that high school. I'll call whoever I need to, I'll take the GED, I was gonna be a senior anyway. Everyone always build me there anyway..." Taylor and Harper shared a knowing look while she said that last part. I was about to ask why she was bullied, when I looked over at Millie, who was screaming at me with her eyes to not say anything. I wasn't sure why, but I'm sure she would tell me later. So Instead I said: "Ok Taylor that's a good plan. And as for Harper, I'm sorry if I sounded harsh. You two can stay here as long as you need to get back on your feet. You know we love you both!" Taylor and Harper finally broke out into a smile, and all of us stood up at once for a group hug. But in the middle of this big, I noticed a few things strange. For starters, it sounded like I heard something very crinkly underneath Taylors leggings. Did she have a diaper on? And before I could ruminate on that, during our hug my leg was up against harpers legs, which felt... Wet? Did she walk through water? Or pee herself? What was going on here? I looked over at Millie, who I could tell was going through the exact same thought process as me. But before we could say anything, Harper spoke up: "What smells??" We all backed out of the hug. Millie looked at me wide eyed, then at Harper and Millie. But then, it looked like she had an epiphany. "Wait a second... Harper, Taylor, come here a second. She grabbed both their arms and hurried out of the room. I was left standing there, unable to get a word out before they were in the next room, door shut! I say down and waited. It was maybe 10 or 15 minutes, and I was very nervous as to what was happening. Then, they came back out. "Steve, can you come here a second?" Millie said. I walked over to the room, and sat down. Millie spoke: "Steve, there's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it. Harper and Taylor are like me." "Like you? In what way?" I said, very confused. "You know how I told you about how mom never potty trained me? So I did it myself, unsuccessfully? Well, apparently this runs in the family. Harper never potty trained herself either, and apparently Taylor never quite made it out of diapers." I was astounded. This was a mind blowing revelation, although it made so much sense all at the same time. "Oh. OH!" I said. "Well, that's more that ok! Did you tell them I--" "Yes I did," Millie cut in. "And that we--" Yes I did!" Millie cut in again. I looked over to Taylor and Harper, and Harper spoke up. "When I smelled what I thought I smelled, I couldn't believe it at first. But then when Millie explained, I was relieved! On the way over here, Taylor and I didn't know how we were going to explain to you both that... Well, that we essentially need someone to take care of us. To help us with our bathroom needs..." She said, embarrassed. Taylor then continued: "I kept trying to tell her it wouldn't be a big deal, but she was so nervous. But look how it worked out! Millie has a big old poop in her pants right now!" We all laughed at that, and it seemed to lighten the mood. After our laugh, I continued talking. "So, wow! This is a pretty big moment for everyone then! So... What's the plan?" I said, tentatively. "Well..." Harper spoke up. "We were talking with Millie, and we were hoping that maybe... Maybe you'd take care of us like you take care of her?" She said, expectantly. Now, it was my turn to be confused. I stood up: "Excuse us a moment!" I took Millie into the other room. I shut the door and said: "what exactly is going on here??" Millie said quietly, "Steve, hush! Harper And Taylor are scared. They don't know what to do, where to go, and they took a big step coming here. On top of that, they have no one to take care of them, just like I didn't! So we got to talking and figured, you'd be able to step in and help them out, just like you did for me!" "Oh!" I said. "Well, that's all well and good, but you want me to take care of them how? Like, as a helpful family member? Or their bathroom habits too?" "Everything, Steve. They can't take of themselves. Harper can't make to the bathroom just like me, and she can't change Taylors diapers anymore. They Are just too broken. And they need you to do this for them, just like you do it for me." "Honey, I can do whatever they need me to, no questions asked! But, you realize this is a problem right? I get INSANELY aroused every time I see you wet and mess yourself. And now, you're asking me to do the what I do for you, to two more girls? Take care of them, hold them, change them? What will you do when I inevitably get turned on? What if something happens?" I was getting lost. Millie spoke softly to me. "Let it happen Steve. Their wellbeing is way more important right now. And when you get turned on, that's ok. I love my sister's, they are family. They know you're mine. We'll talk about this more later. But hear this: it is more than ok for you to be turned on." She said the last part to me with a bit of... Eagerness? That was something I need to think about. But, we were gone from the girls too long, so we rushed back outside. "Ok, Harper, Taylor. You two are so very welcome here as long as you need. And, as we now have all discussed, I understand you share Millie's issues of not being able to get to the bathroom on time pretty often. Harper, don't worry. I will be there for you, for whatever you need. And Taylor, we'll get you some more diapers, and I am more than happy to change you whenever you need too." Once I was finished, both Harper and Taylor started crying! Tears of joy though, as I could see them smiling. Millie then started crying too, as they all went in for another hug. I joined in too! A few seconds into this hug, we heard Harper start peeing herself! It spurted out from her dress in full force, hitting the wood floor loudly. "I'm sorry! I couldn't hold it, I'm just so happy!!" "It's more than ok Harper, this is your home now." I said, calmly. Harper and Millie shared a knowing glance, which I nearly missed. I'll have to ask her about that later... We all hugged it out once more, looking forward to fixing up this mess, and to a brighter future!
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  14. AS is suggested in the fiction itself i am stuck in isolation, like many others. i had some time on my hands so decided to write something, hopefully it'll be enjoyed. In my usual style the looks of the protagonist have been left to your imagination, everyone's tastes are different after all. Anyway, i hop you enjoy and should be a desire i have left scope for a follow up. Enjoy! I’m stuck in quarantine, have been for nearly seven days now. Stuck. Trapped within the same four walls day after day, I’m not allowed out, nobody is allowed in and to ensure we all follow the rules, police make spot checks to ensure the law is being followed. Up until now I’ve been a good girl, I’ve spent my days watching TV, sorting through clothes, reading books, you know the usual sort of thing. I haven’t even indulged myself once. Well there was Tuesday morning, I would say you certainly indulged, I think its hard to forget wetting your panties and playing with yourself whilst watching videos of others in a similar predicament as a mere accident. Shut up. Besides I’m a grown woman I can spend my time how I choose, why is it my annoying inner voice never shuts up? It was a pleasant Friday morning. The sun was shining outside, and it was a rather comfortable twelve degrees centigrade, I had a late start this morning as I slept in until after eleven AM, but I guess I have little better to do these days. Nonetheless, I roused myself from the inviting comforts of my fleece lined duvet and proceeded to greet the world. Usually I wear little more than underwear for bed, but it was particularly chilly last night so I donned a pair of pink fluffy pyjamas with a frolicking sheep print. I find them adorable. Underneath I had relinquished my bra (who wears a bra to bed, crazy people) so it was just an old and slightly embarrassing pair of rather large but extremely comfortable grey bikini cut panties. Not the kind of thing you’d wear for your husband or boyfriend lets put it that way, but nonetheless an old favourite. I hopped out of bed, drew my curtains and peered out my blinds into the world below. Its only a small town but at this time of the day its usually a hive of activity; stores having deliveries, people with their dogs roaming the streets, children playing or waiting for their school bus, neighbours pottering in their garden, but these days nothing is quite so simple. The street itself is ambiguous, some would describe it as affluent with a middle-class ring to it, others would say it’s a working-class area that has done well for itself. All the homes are semidetached, each with our own private gardens and off-street parking. The home opposite mine has been whitewashed, meaning on a day like today the sunlight gleams of its surface, its quite beautiful in its own way. Being in the countryside its also peaceful, safe and with pleasant views over the fields and towards the hills where local farmers keep their pigs and sheep. It is very much a small, close knit community where everyone knows everyone else, there are very few secrets. I trundled downstairs, unlocked my front door and took a deep breath of fresh English air. Every morning I do the same thing and it never grows tiresome, there is something about English air that I believe is unique. It is truly invigorating. It had been recycling bin day the night before and as usual the council operatives had left it in the usual clumsy way, so I retrieved it and tied it back up in my front yard, getting past my car on the driveway was a tight squeeze, hope I didn’t scratch it! After retrieving my bin, I took in one last lungful of English air and proceeded back inside, locked my door and once again I was alone with my thoughts. Last evening, I was chatting with a friend of mine, she is in a similar position as me, quarantined, cut off and totally alone. During which, hidden amongst the usual chit chat and general gossip, she confided that since she had been isolated she was spending more time than ever masturbating, understandable I suppose, she always did have a substantial appetite in that area and with no man around, sometimes you have to do what’s necessary. Nevertheless, to hear her say so got me excited and my panties became a little wet, the words were replaying in my mind through most of the night and my dreams through the night followed a similar pattern. Suffice to say, as I woke up this morning, I was tearing at the reins so to speak. Whilst alone and totally cut off with nothing better to do, it is quite tricky to supress naughty thoughts. I had spent quite a reserve of energy through the week doing just that. Tuesday was a one off, I like to deny myself the reality and convince my subconscious it was a genuine accident that anyone, particularly a weak little girl might suffer but I think we both know the truth In the matter. It all started after I was reading a rather entertaining book, the book itself is largely unimportant but there was a passage within its pages, when an attractive, thirty something female is desperate for the bathroom. Reading how she was squirming, bouncing up and down, intertwined with vocal protests that she was going to wet herself was too much for me. In the book itself, the passage ends with her safely ensconced in a bathroom, but in my own mind her damp panties reminded her throughout the day, what a foolish girl she had been. It was far too much for me. I dropped my book and very consciously became aware of my aching bladder. I waddled upstairs, keeping my legs as tight together as possible to stop any leaks, quite simply these clothes were not the right ones for the job. They were dark in colour, light in material and totally unsuitable. When I wet myself, I like a light coloured material so I can see what a mess I have made of myself and a heavier material, so it soaks up more of my humiliation and I can feel it heavy against my skin for longer. I stripped out of my normal outfit and began to pick out a naughty playtime outfit. My top was irrelevant, I like my breasts readily available and easy to get a hold off. I selected a pair of heavy grey jogger bottoms, very boring I know but when warm pee is gushing down the legs and I can see it spreading to all corners, it becomes a very clear choice and one I often make. Panties are a trickier choice. Again, I want something light in colour but choosing a colour is easier said than done. I wasn’t keen on going grey and gey, so I picked out a pair of purple bikini panties which are mega comfortable and seriously cute to boot. I love the frilled edges along the waist, and which curve their way around my ample bottom, not one drop is wasted with these and they have a cute little bow in the middle too. Outfit selected I checked myself in a full body mirror, all seemed good. I didn’t push, I just gently let my defences drop and before long I could feel a warmth against my lips. It was slow and very steady, I looked down and the merest hint of wetness was showing under my crotch area. I put my defences back up and after one or two dribbles I was in control again. I had stopped to inspect and admire the damage, at this point it wasn’t much but if I was in a public place it would be quite clear to see that, at the very least I had had a small accident. Around my crotch there was a wet spot protruding from the middle to maybe a couple inches either side, when I crossed my legs, I could feel a gentle warm wetness against my thighs. I think my bum was wet too; I could certainly feel a little something, but nothing showed in the mirror. Even when I lowered my bottoms to view my panties, I could see nothing at the back. At the front however the cotton had done its’s job nicely and presented a lovely wet patch against my pussy, I could feel my feminine juices making things a little sticky down their too. I raised my bottoms and pulled them well over my waist, in the mirror I could see the faintest outline of my pussy at the front which just turned me on even more and round the back I had a huge VPL, I could see every contour of my underwear. In the heat of the moment I had a fantasy about going out into the street like this. Imagine all the people looking at me in my humiliating state, pee stain around the crotch, pussy on view and a huge VPL to anyone viewing from behind, it was driving me crazy. I let my defences down again and a stronger steady stream surged forth. At one stage I could feel almost a puddle forming in my panties, as if my panties were determined to contain the accident to save my further humiliation, but it was a lost cause. Pee began spreading across my crotch and gently trickling down my legs. My bottoms were very tight, so there was no hiding from the small river of shame escaping down my legs and exiting onto my exposed feet. As the stream continued, I grabbed the waist of my bottoms and yanked them upwards and a wave of pee splashed froth with some vigour. I rubbed my fingers against my throbbing pussy and felt a wave of bliss wash over me, I let out a shrill moan. I examined myself in the mirror and upon the view I was presented with I let out another moan. My grey bottoms were now soaked. The stain of a small, innocent accident had expanded into something altogether very different. The inside of my legs had become a dark, saggy grey colour. The weight of my garment had increased many folds through the amount of pee it had absorbed. Round the back the patch had expanded above the gusset of my panties, which was plain to see to anyone stood behind me. Upon inspection my panties were dripping wet, in more ways than one, the contrast between wet and dry was clear and obvious, no hiding your shame in purple panties, that’s why I love the colour purple. I played around with my hands for a time. I repeatedly pulled my panties into my lips to feel the wetness against my most intimate area, the sensation was almost too much for me and I was becoming weaker in my resistance against the forces of pleasure. I took great pleasure in what I saw round the rear, it can sound strange but I’ve always admired my bottom, I feel curves and size complement each other very well and so the way my pee stain wraps around my derriere for me, is a spectacular site. My panties often struggle to contain my bottom on most occasions but the way I was manipulating them today, I think they had given up the fight. Some of the material had disappeared inside my bottom and was hidden by a smooth, slightly damp cheek. For a moment of two I enjoyed the feeling of the wetness inside my bottom, but before long I had reset my panties to their correct position. I could still feel a slight ache in my bladder, so I pushed quite hard. My bottoms were around my ankles and watching myself in the mirror I saw a spurt of pee escape my pussy and splash into my bottoms below. That spurt became a strong but small torrent. I rubbed my hand against my pussy again and revelled in the warmth I felt, as I squeezed, I could feel pee squelching out. This gave me a naughty idea. Even though I was in the bathroom I didn’t have a towel for the shower I would need to have afterwards. My towels were kept upstairs, and I needed to retrieve one. It was broad daylight outside and my neighbours are always pottering in their garden which looks straight in my hallway adjoining my bathroom to my kitchen, to get upstairs I would have to pass into a field of view for a good few seconds to get to the safety of my stairs, and then the same again coming back. I thought for a while about what I should do, but in the end in a highly aroused and horny state I decided to walk in nothing but my soaked panties upstairs to get my towel. To make it even more exciting, I decided I’d take my time about it too, even stopping to adjust the thermostat on my heating in full view of anyone who may be outside. I removed my now cold jogger bottoms and left them in my shower cubicle. I had rub of my throbbing pussy along with a handful of breasts, composed myself as much as possible and opened my bathroom door to potential humiliation. I took a deep breath and stepped out the door, it was chilly, and my nipples went harder then they already were. This combined with the cold wetness in my panties suddenly reminded me just how foolish I was, but also how incredibly exciting and erotic it felt. I felt like I was a schoolgirl again, having wet myself and desperately trying to clean up before my parents realised, it happened several times and the feeling was familiar. I quickly looked left, towards where any neighbours might see me, the coast looked clear. I proceeded the view steps to my heating thermometer and adjusted it up from twenty degrees, to twenty-three degrees. Its not the greatest system and it takes a few seconds to respond to my command. All the while I’m stood bare breasted, in wet panties exposed to the world. As I waited for my system to do its job, my excitement and terror was building. What if someone sees me? what if someone has already seen me? it was becoming too much. I ditched my heating and trundled upstairs; my panties were dripping occasionally but not enough to be concerned about my carpet. I approached my linen cupboard and retrieved a towel, it was large, plain and red. I placed it over my shoulder so it wouldn’t encounter my soaked panties. KNOCK KNOCK The door!!! There is someone at the fucking door, I don’t believe this!! What am I going to do, think!! All kinds of scenarios ran through my head. It could be a neighbour needing to borrow something, it could be a stranger. It could be the police doing a spot check or it could be family, who have a key! I took a few seconds, in abject panic to weigh up my options and the likely outcomes. I decided the best thing to do would be to put on some dark clothes and answer the door as normally as I could. I dashed into the bedroom and donned the same dark coloured trousers I had been wearing earlier and a white unicorn print tank top I had handy at the same time. The door went again. Thankfully by which time I was dressed appropriately, I just prayed that the dark material of my bottoms would hide my wet panties beneath. I composed myself, took a deep breath and headed for the front door. I opened the inner door, which is solid wood and peered into the painted glass panels of my door, in a fruitless attempt to learn the identity of whoever was at the other side. I put the key in the lock, tuned and puled the door open. The individual stood back and couple metres, such is the law. It was Stuart from across the road, quite a relief I can tell you. But nevertheless, I was still stood, just a few feet away from someone I know in pee-soaked panties, with them occasionally dripping into my dark bottoms to remind me of my folly. “Hello Stuart, how are you keeping these days?” I asked genuinely terrified but doing by best to act as normal as possible. “I’m doing good thanks, as well as can be expected anyway” I nodded in an approving way but said nothing. “Anyway, I was hoping you could help me out?” Oh god will this man ever go away I thought to myself, all the while smiling away. “I’ll do what I can I suppose, what is it?” “I was hoping I could borrow your driveway for an hour on Thursday afternoon, I’ve got a treadmill arriving and I hate leaving my car on the road, do you mind?” Are you fucking kidding me, that is why he’s here? This is why I’m stood in my doorway in piss-soaked panties, because he wants to borrow my driveway! “I don’t see why not” my voice hadn’t changed at least that I could tell, but I did find this rather tiresome. “thank you, I really appreciate it. Would you mind if we check though, just to be sure its wide enough for my car?” “Yeah why not” I wish this guy would piss off. He approached my driveway and began taking measurements in his mind, I followed, and he turned to me with a look of confusion and confoundment. “How very odd, I’ve just had a whiff of pee assault my nostrils?” he exclaimed with much amusement OH MY GOD! He can smell me! how can he smell my panties from over there! “ummm not sure what you mean to be honest, i can’t smell anything” I spoke calmly but in reality, I was in meltdown. He nodded with a grin on his face, he found this terribly amusing somehow. I stepped away from the driveway and into my doorway again and to my complete indignation he followed me. “it seems big enough to me, thanks again” he said. I simply grunted and smiled in approval. “are you sure you can’t smell anything, that smell of pee has followed us over here” I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS! He can smell me! My wet panties are giving away my secret, this is ludicrous. At that moment I became acutely aware of the wetness against my intimate areas. It had gone ice cold and my panties were beginning to stick to my crevices. There was also a dampness against my leg from the various drips and drops down my leg. In that moment I must have been blushing bright red with shame, I felt totally humiliated and I wanted nothing more than to get away from this situation. “anyway, I shouldn’t be outside, I will see you later on thanks again” just like that he was gone. Thank the lord. I came into my home and slammed the door behind me and locked it, then did the same with my wooden inner door. I went left into my bathroom and I took a few deep breaths, all kinds of thoughts in my head but my prior humiliation had turned into uncontainable excitement. I removed my tank top and took a handful of my right breast and began squeezing and massaging with the delicacy I am accustomed too. I stripped off my dark bottoms, which had become damp at the front and back where my panties had been pressing into the material, but blessedly nothing was visible. I dashed upstairs in nothing but my cold, wet purple panties again and dumped my dark bottoms in the washing basket and returned to my naughty fun in the bathroom. Stood in nothing but my panties I began rubbing my clit, my whole body was pulsing and the cold wetness against my intimate areas was driving me into a frenzy. I grabbed my soaked joggers which were sodden, heavy and very cold and smelled of fresh wee, I pressed the wetness into my breasts. My fingers were going ten to the dozen, my whole body was convulsing and shaking. I could feel myself becoming more and more sticky. All si could think about was the moment I was now in, nothing else mattered. It was just me and my carnal desire. Just a few brief moments of pure bliss. So, there I was lying in a puddle of my own making. Wet, cold, sticky panties. My sodden grey joggers pressed into my breast so I could feel the wetness on every intimate surface. Convulsing with pleasure. I had to do this again. The sooner the better. The thought crossed my mind though, does he know my secret?
  15. Hey folks. I wrote this yesterday, it's pure fiction but the foundation is built on a real conversation i had on Tinder some time ago. The actual conversation did not go this deep or this far but either way, it gave me inspiration. Enjoy! My name is Lottie and a few months ago, I matched with a guy on Tinder, this is not unusual, I often match with guys on Tinder, after all, that is the entire point. However, this guy was slightly different. He seemed incredibly open, very honest, often so much as to come off as a little bit rude and disrespectful. We even arranged a date, which was scuppered by this damned lockdown, but nonetheless, we continued to chat. We had long since migrated from Tinder to I-Message and WhatsApp and our natural personalities just seemed to spark. He is very bright, bubbly, thoughtful, attentive, and intelligent, these are the qualities I look for in any date. A few days back however, we were messaging when he suggested we video call. This, again, is not unusual, we often video call as we cannot physically see each other because of the current lockdown. It is always pleasant to talk with him, he always seems happy to see me and always gives me plenty of attention, I like that a lot. We engaged in small talk briefly; we talked about our day but not in any detail, we talked about the weather and finally, we raved about the difficulty of buying toilet roll. I do not actually like small talk, I find it impersonal and undeserving of any great purpose, but we are British and small talk is part of our national identity. Tortuous small talk done with, we finally moved onto something more deserving of our time, sex. We had discussed sex on numerous occasions before, but I really had something I needed to tell him, it’s quite a big part of me and to keep it a secret would feel obtuse and a video call seemed a decent opportunity to bring it up. “So how many guys have you been with?” he asked me very bluntly, I know for a lot of girls this isn’t a great question to answer, but for me it’s no issue, I feel no shame in not having been with too many guys. “Three” I answered plainly. His face expressed shock, which I called him out on. “Were you expecting more?” I goaded him playfully “gotta be honest, I was, just a little” we both laughed. “How about you?” I asked him just as bluntly. “You really want to know?” he responded. To be honest, I’m not sure I really did, but I ploughed ahead regardless “I do” I said playfully, “well, I stopped counting when I got to thirty” Okay, that did throw me off, I will admit. At this stage, I became worried about any potential relationship with this guy, could I really trust him? Nonetheless, I fronted it out with a fake smile and briskly moved the conversation onwards. “So, what’s the strangest kink you’ve came across in the bedroom?” I asked him, slightly nervously. This was quite important to me; I am a kinky person and on top of that I have a standout fetish and I needed to know if he was at all open to new things. “I knew a girl once who was into feet and hair pulling” he responded nonchalantly. I was not surprised by that, I am given to understand quite a number of people have a foot fetish, nevertheless, I wanted to know more. “How’s that work?” I asked him, genuinely interested, I am always happy to learn. “Well, she liked to touch my feet, liked to look and them and on occasion, lick them too” more or less what I anticipated. “Were you happy to indulge her?” I inquired “sometimes when I was in the mood. I’m open to try just about anything once” this sounded perfect to me. I do not have a foot fetish, I am not remotely interested in feet, I mean, each to their own and all that but it is not for me. No, my thing is anything and everything to do with pee. I like peeing my pants, I like watching other people pee their pants, I like being desperate and seeing how long I can hold, I like watching other people who are desperate, I like being denied the bathroom, I like denying other people the bathroom and I’m keen on wearing diapers too. It is quite important to me, it would be great if I could find a guy who would indulge me in my fantasies, so I really wanted to be open and honest about it early on. I did not want this part of the conversation to die there and then, I had to keep him on the subject, I felt like this was my golden opportunity. “So, are you into anything specific yourself?” I asked him inquisitively. “I might be” he answered jovially, good start I figured. “Do I not get to find out? That seems a little cruel” I used my big puppy dog eyes and pulled my pet lip and began acting all cute and girly, it usually works a treat to get my own way. “I’m happy to tell you” he started, but stopped in his tracks rather quickly “what is it?” I asked him tenderly, I worried he might have been hurt in the past by being too honest, just like I have. “I’m just… I’m just not sure you’re ready to hear it” he answered nervously. “What does that mean?” I was beginning to get a little concerned now. “well it’s just, you come across as quite vanilla and I mean that’s great, but, sometimes vanilla people find kinks and fetishes hard to accept or understand” hmm it seemed he had suffered similar experiences to myself then, which in its own way isn’t a bad thing but, how could he misjudge my kinky personality so badly though? “I’ll let you into a little secret” I said playfully “I’m not vanilla, not at all” his face lit up and a big smile flew across his face, he seemed genuinely thrilled. “it’s just… you struck me as such a good girl” he said somewhat forcefully, I found it amusing though. “guess that depends on who I’m talking too” I spoke all cute and innocent but blew a kiss at the same time. “Now that you know I’m not one of the vanilla brigade, tell me your thing!” I spoke very plainly; I was a good girl after all. “There are a couple of things to be honest” he started and once again, stopped himself midsentence, just speak your mind already, I thought to myself. He required a bit of gentle persuasion but, before long he opened up, “well, I have thing for underwear, male and female” this caught me off guard a little bit. “How does that work exactly?” I asked politely, “I don’t really know to be honest, I think it is just because underwear is one of our most personal possessions and I’ve always believed that someone’s underwear choice can say a lot about the individual and their taste, so if I see someone I’m attracted to, I sometimes think to myself, I wonder what underwear they’re wearing” seemed a good explanation to me, I guess a lot of people can fall into that category. “So” I started “are you wondering what underwear I’m wearing now?” I asked playfully. “If I say yes, will you think any less of me?” he asked politely, he was trying to hide his insecurity on the subject, but I could see straight through his façade. “Absolutely not” I answered respectfully “I’ll even show you if you ask nicely” his face lit up again. “Thought you were a good girl?” he said wistfully, I replied saying “as I said, depends who I’m talking too” We spent a few minutes in this back and forth exchange, in the end I grew a little petulant and impatient and ended up dropping my black leggings to my ankles so he could see everything he wanted to see. I was wearing these cute pink hipsters with a frilly waist and frills adorning the edges. They were printed with silver and gold stars and they were super comfy and practical, but they did a good job of accentuating my ass and showing off my curves, I always felt I looked good wearing them. I stood up and did a little spin, so he could see me from all angles, I may have dragged out the time showing him my ass, but, I like my ass, I think it is one of my better features. After performing my little show, I sat back down, still with my leggings around my ankles and asked him what my underwear said about me, he said “well, it says you’re a good girl who values comfort and practicality, but also someone who is confident in her appearance” pretty spot on, I thought. “you like what you see?” I asked him confidently, “most definitely” he said. “Now tell me, I’ve told you one of my things, now you have to return the favour” he announced. I had to take a minute to take a deep breath, I have always struggled getting my words out in situations like these and this occasion was no different, I really did not want to get tongue tied. “well” I started out cautiously “I enjoy pee” I took a moment to the let word hang in the air, I wanted to gauge his reaction. Overall, it seemed positive, I mean, he did not hang up or go running or anything. After a moment, he responded to my admission, “so, you enjoy getting peed on and that kinda thing?” he sounded vague on the subject, I do not think he was too familiar with the concept. “Kinda, I mean, I’m not so much into getting peed on or peeing on other people, I prefer like… holding my pee and watching other people do the same..” again, I let the words hang for a moment. “okay, so, what do you do when you hold your pee for too long? Do you rush to the toilet or…” great, now he was letting the words hang too? “It depends. I do enjoy wetting myself, if that’s what you’re getting at” I found myself stuttering slightly as the words came out of my mouth, it was very unconscious. “Really?” he asked incredulously. “yeah, is that a problem?” I asked somewhat nervously. “not at all, just wanted to be sure I heard you correctly” he said tenderly. There was a slightly awkward silence for a few moments, I worried that I had in fact creeped him out, but he was just too polite to say anything about it. I began to feel seriously self-conscious, as if I had just made a bad misjudgement. These moments seemed to last for eternity, I just wanted to know his true thoughts, even if he thought it was weird, I just wanted to know his true feelings. “It is okay isn’t it?” I asked tenuously. “Of course, I’m just a little surprised” he spoke tenderly, and I believed his words, I guess it is quite tough for most people to understand. After another brief silence, he spoke out saying “so, do you do this stuff alone or with other people? Sorry for my ignorance, but I am totally unaware of how this all works” I felt uplifted, he seemed to be taking a genuine interest in something that is so important to me. “I mostly indulge alone, but I enjoy it when I’m denied the bathroom by others” I spoke assuredly. “So, if I said to you now, you’re not going to the bathroom without my permission, that would turn you on?” okay, he sounded playful again. I was beginning to like where this was going. “I really would” I matched his playful tone. “Well then, if you think you’re going to the bathroom at all for the duration of this call, you’ve got another thing coming” he suddenly sounded very masculine and dominant, I like this. A lot. “Can I refill my glass?” I asked all cute and girly, I had been sipping on wine most of the evening and with the way our conversation had moved and with a gentle ache in my bladder, I figured this was a good opportunity to play our one of my fantasies. “You can” he answered simply, “hurry back though” with that, I dashed into the kitchen and began filling my wine glass, I was shaking slightly with the excitement of the moment and I spilled a little on the worktop, it’ll come off though, worry about that later. Wine glass filled I re-joined him in my living room. He was sat eagerly awaiting my return, I was still prancing around with my leggings round my ankles, I felt adorable doing so and he was enjoying the view too, so it was all good. It was just a little daunting that all this was being done via a video call, it seemed okay, but just a little impersonal, I wanted him there with me. “Got my drinkie” I called out happily. “Glad to hear it” he said in reply. “Have you got to pee?” he asked inquisitively. “Mmm a little, nothing too urgent yet. When I start bouncing around and look like I have ants in my pants, you’ll know I’m getting close” I said wistfully. He smiled and we began chatting about what even brought us to Tinder in the first place. I was out of a long-term thing, I had been with the same guy for near enough seven years and it was mostly good but, as time went on, our differences pushed us apart. It surprised me that his path to Tinder was similar in some ways to mine, particularly considering the amount of sexual partners he had conquered over the years. But I did not think about it too much, everyone has their own path to tread after all. After thirty minutes or so of sipping wine and chatting about this and that, my bladder really was beginning to cry for attention. Sitting still was beginning to get tricky and each time I leaned forward to take a sip of wine, I felt an immense pressure on my bladder. I tried my best not to make my uncomfortableness too obvious, I enjoy the sensation of being seriously desperate whilst trying to look, on the outside at least, like an ocean of calmness or serenity. Okay, ocean was a bad word. Help. I drifted into a mini trance, I began to think of lakes of water and dripping taps. It really was not helping. My mind was focused on my need to pee and the signals my bladder was sending me. “Are you okay? You seem like you’re on your own little planet” he called out, I thought he sounded cute. “Ummm well… I gotta pee. Pretty bad” I said in reply. “How bad is it exactly?” he asked politely. “Pretty bad. My bladder is bulging and I’m struggling to sit still, I feel like I’m about to leak, but I think its all in my head” I sounded more confident than I felt. I was really beginning to struggle. “Doesn’t look like it to me!” he called our forcefully. “Stand up” this was a direct order. I stood up as directed and felt a little tingle in a very private area. He took a moment to inspect me and my bulging bladder, he seemed impressed at just how much a bladder can protrude. “Ten squats” he barked as an order. I really did not think I could manage ten squats without pissing my pants, but I had been given an order and a good girl does not disobey an order. I squatted down and up and down and up and down and leak. What?! Ohhh no. I had manged maybe five and I had leaked into my knickers. There was a small wet spot around the crotch of my knickers, and I had to stand up and brace, otherwise more would have escaped. “Why have you stopped?” he asked forcefully. “Umm nothing, just needed a rest” I lied. “I don’t believe you. You’ve wet your pants, haven’t you?” he asked incredulously. “NOOO I haven’t!” I protested cutely. “I promise” I was fooling nobody, I wasn’t trying too. “Show me your knickers” he called out. I turned around to show him my ass, which was still dry. I was hunched over onto my knees, with my ass sticking out. “No, the front” he called out nonchalantly. “Ummmm” that is all I could manage, he had me at all angles. I spun around as quick as I could and then spun back again, I had shown him the front right? Not my fault if he was too slow to have a good look. The quick spin had done me no favours, it had made me dizzy, made worse by the wine and another spurt escaped my defences. This one was bigger however and I felt a warm trickle spread towards my ass. I moved my hand to the bottom part of my ass and pressed, hard. Bear in mind, I still had my ass shoved into the camera. “I saw that” he called out proudly. “Noooooo you saw nothing, iiiiit, it was just sweat. It’s warm in here” i was all cute again. “Don’t lie to me” he scolded me, in a playful way. “You’ve wet you knickers, haven’t you?” urghhh “Y…. yeah. Buuut only a little. Look!” I spun round to show him my crotch, but when I saw my own image in the camera, I realised that I had leaked a little bit more than I realised. The wet spot, was no longer an spot, it was a wet patch that covered the gusset of my underwear and had spread over the bottom half of my ass. I quickly closed my thighs to try and hide the evidence of my little accident, but he had seen all he had to. He playfully chided me over my inability to control my bladder, I was getting seriously horny. “You still owe me five squats” he reminded me forcefully. I obeyed my order without question. I squatted down and up and down an up and down and finally back up again. “Done it!” I called out proudly. “Good girl” he said calmly. I sat back down on my sofa but the wetness between my thighs made me think I really needed a towel, I was no longer certain about my ability to control this situation and I wasn’t sure I could hold on much longer. “Can I get a towel please?” I asked. He thought in silence for a moment, before nodding in approval. “Thank you” I said and waddled off to fetch a towel. Each step felt like I was treading a minefield, each time I raised my leg I wasn’t sure if I’d hold my pee until the next one. I was trying to walk with my thighs locked together, but even that was tricky. I must have looked funny, but I had left my laptop in the living room so he couldn’t see the ridiculous spectacle of me waddling up my stairs. Four steps up my stairs and I leaked again. The warmth poured out of my body and made my pussy and thighs moist again. I felt a small trickle of pee run down my leg, I tried my best to ignore it but when I saw the droplets soak into the carpet it reminded me of my folly. I was only a few short steps away from the top of my stairs and my target destination, I was so close I could almost reach out and touch the towel hanging on the top of the bannister. I reached out as far as I could and peed again. I was totally beginning to lose it. I didn’t even reach the towel. I gave up. I began waddling back down the stairs. Somehow going down was easier than going up and I was soon back in the living room. “Where is the towel?” he asked. “Umm couldn’t reach it” I said honestly. “Are you telling me, you couldn’t even make it upstairs?” he asked playfully. I simply nodded. I showed him my underwear again and the wet patch was growing almost by the second. My ass wet beginning to really get wet, my crotch was soaked and the patch had began to travel up towards my waistband. “I cant hold it much longer!” I exclaimed. “I’m gunna wet myself soooon” he considered his response for a moment, “Ten more squats, then you can use the bathroom” he announced. I was delighted. Not about the squats, but because I could soon empty my tortured bladder. I was in full defence mode. My muscles were locked tight, my thighs were clamped together, I was shaking, I had one hand planted into my crotch and the other pressed against my ever wetter ass. I began to squat. One. Two. Three. I was leaking with each one. Each time I squatted down and opened my legs, a spurt of pee rushed out of my body. There was an ever growing wet patch on my carpet, but I did not care, I could deal with that later. My bladder had betrayed me. I had lost the fight. I had done everything I could, but it simply was not enough. Four. Five. Six. My knickers were soaked and when I tried for seven, I lost it completely. I grabbed my laptop and ran to the bathroom. A stream of pee was flowing down my legs leaving a wet trail on my once pristine floor. Guess this is what happens when you’re a good girl with a weak bladder? I sped into the bathroom as quickly as my pee soaked legs could carry me. He was silent all this time. He knew what was happening. I placed the laptop on the toilet so it faced me in the shower cubicle and relaxed. OHHHHHHHHHHH boy. A huge torrent gushed forth. The content of my bladder thundered into the ceramic below my feet, making an audible thud. I felt the pee spread up my crotch and pour over my ass. I rubbed my pussy gently as I was peeing, at this point, I had forgotten there was someone there watching me wet myself. The warm pee rushing over my fingers felt amazing and I let out an audible moan. The relief I felt was insurmountable, it really was a tremendous amount of pee. I squatted down to finish of my accident and began to rub myself, more vigorously this time. I moaned as I felt my sodden knickers against my fingers. My eyes were closed and I was lost in a moment of bliss. “Oh god!” I heard from the speaker of my laptop. I had totally forgotten I was being watched and I blushed as I recalled who was there. I looked over to see him performing an act upon himself. I continued to blush, but also revelled in the moment. I was intoxicated by all the emotions running around my body and the puddle, which I was now sat in, was a constant reminded of what had occurred. Looking directly into the camera, I rubbed my pussy and brought myself to the grand finale. Not sure who enjoyed it more me or him? I think I did, but who’s to say?
  16. View File Two High-Quality Masturbation - Peeing Videos For those who enjoy watching a girl flick her bean and put her fingers inside of herself while peeing just a little (or a lot) then these two videos are for you. ****Warning; You are going to see vulvas, up close, in HD, leaking all sorts of liquids. You have been warned **** Enjoy Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 06/14/2018 Category Peeing
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